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THE FUTURE CITIZEN.
MY AUTO.
MAL ROSE
My auto, ’tis of thee—
Short cut to poverty—
Of thee I chant.
1 blew a pile of dough
For thee two years ago,
And now you quite refuse to go,
Or won’t, or can’t.
Through town and countryside
You were my joy and pride—
Ah, happy day.
I loved thy gaudy hue,
Thy nice white tires so new;
Now you’re down and out for true
In every way.
To thee, old rattlebox,
Came many bumps and knocks —
For thee I grieve.
Frayed are thy seats and worn,
Badly thy top is torn,
Whooping cough affects thy horn,
I do believe.
Thy perfume swells the breeze,
While good folks choke and wheeze,
As we pass by.
I paid for thee a price,
'Twould buy a mansion twice,
Now r everybody’s yelling “Ice—”
I wonder why.
The motor has the grippe,
•The sparkplug has the pip,
And woe is thine.
I, too, have suffered chills,
Ague and kindred ills,
Endeavoring to pay my bills
Since thou wert mine.
Gore is my bank roll now,
No more ’twould choke the cow,
As once before.
Yet, if I had the yen,
So help me, John —amen,
I’d buy myself a car again
And speed some more.
LIFTED BURDENS
The camel at the close of day,
Kneels down upon the sandy plain
To have his burden lifted off
And rest again.
My soul! Thou, too, shouldst to thy
knees
When daylight draweth to a close
To have thy Master lift the load.
And grant repose.
The camel kneels at morning dawn
To have his guide replace the load,
Then rises up anew take
The desert road.
So shouUst thou kneel at morning dawn
That God may give thee daily care,
Assured that he no load too great
Will make thee bei r.
—Anne Vaughn
Young America at the Scratch
Two thousand miles, from Okla
homa to Pasadena, over desert
plains, mountains and sand, is the
ride that Arthur Stert took last fall
in order to get to college. He made
the trip on an old motorcycle.
He had heard of Throop college,
at Pasadena, and of the opportun
ities it afforded young men for
working their way to an education
He bundled up his clot hes and strap
ped them to his handle bar of his
machine. Then he started out up
on the journey that occupied two
months. lie arrived at his desti
nation tanned brown, penniless,
with haidened muscles and a hap
py heart, and is now very busy at
his engineering*studies.
His route was northwestward to
Denver, then to Ogden, Utah ; a-
cross the Nevada desert to Reno,
then to Sacramento. In the trip
south from San Francisco he fol
lowed the coast route. •
In the long journey to Pasadena,
says a Los Angeles newspaper,
Stert met with many hardships.
Several times it was necessary for
him to push his machine for sever
al miles through desert sands. Once,
while crossing the * mountains this
side of Trukee, he had to push his
mount for more than a mile up a
sleep road. During the trip he j
slept in the open most of the time, <
cooking his meals and “camping
out ” where ever night found him.
Stert is a good example of Young
America.
Young America is alive with op
portunity. He is not “content
with the position in which Provi
dence has placed him.” lie pro
poses to better that condition. The
one big, vital word America stands
for is OPPORTUNITY.
Young America does not sit a-
round and wait for somebody with
money to send him to college or
give him any other advantages.
He hustles for his own advantages
Young Amer-ica knows there are
plenty of schools and colleges where
a boy with grit can get education
by jiis own efforts. Thousands of’
young men are working their way J
through American institutions of :
learning, and are highly respected
by the student body. .
Young America realizes that the
untrained man to-day has a poor
chance. There is less and less
opening for mere manual labor.
A MAD WORLD
Walt Mason.
While seated in my warm abode
I see John Doe pass up the road,
that man of many-woes; he wears
one rubber.and one shoe, the win
try blast is blowing through his
whiskers and his clothes. He has
no place to sleep or eat, his only
refuge is the street, his shelter
heaven’s vault; I see him in the
storm abroad, and say, “But for
the grace of God, there goes your
uncle Walt.” John Doe with gifts
was richly blest; he might have
distanced all the rest, had Fortune
kindly been ; but Fortune put the
kibosh on the efforts of the luckless
John, and never wore a grin. I
wonder why an Edgar Poe found
life a wilderness of woe, and starv
ed in garrets bare, while bards who*
cannot sing for prunes eat costly
grub from golden spoons, and pur
ple raiment wear. I wonder why
a Robert Burns must try all kinds
of shifts and turns to gain his daily
bread, the while a Southey basked
at ease and stuffed himself with
jam and cheese, a wreath upon his
head. Such things have never
been explained; I know not why it
is ordained that I find life a snap;
and gazing from my door I see John
Doe, in speechless misery, a home
less, hungry chap.
Every department of industry is
calling for the expert head and
hand.
The boy or girl who will not go
to school is a fool.
Young America is unafraid, effi
cient, hopeful, forceful One has
only to look at the pupils in any of
our colleges to see the magnificent
equipment of America for to-mor
row’s struggles and problems.
Young America is cleaner, de-
center and better prepared than any
preceding generation.
It is hoped that all those young
people who are complaining that
they have no one to help them, and
that therefore they cannot get an
education, may get this picture
firmly fixed in their mind’s eye,
the picture of young Stert on his
two thousand mile journey across
the desert to get to college,
Hearst’s Magazine.
The tipping tfoad Leads by the House ot Mendicancy to the Station of Dishonesty