EFFORT after effort has been made to rid San Francisco of graft and political corruption; but still the difficulties remain. The same efforts are constantly put forth in other large cities as well. Sometimes it is Chicago, sometimes it is New York, sometimes it is Philadelphia, or some other city; and just now it is San Francisco again. This time the great effort is on to rid San Francisco of her “Barbary Coast,” the name that is given to her vice-laden district, which is known quite as well as the “Bowery” of New York City.
The present effort was started by one of San Francisco’s leading daily papers, and the watchword is to free San Francisco from “commercialized vice,” and make it a place fit for decent people to dwell and enjoy themselves. It is desired that San Francisco shall be made a famous playground and great pleasure resort that will attract the people of the world, not only during the time of the great exposition, but during all time to come; and in order that it may be such, it is believed that the city must be freed from every taint of commercialized vice. Ministerial associations and various kinds of civic, social, and religious organizations are taking up the watchword to make San Francisco a clean city. There is no question but that movements of this kind serve to hold the elements of lawlessness in check. They serve to spread uneasiness and terror—temporarily, at least—in the vice-laden centers of the city.
The efforts that will be made will be largely of a secular character. They will undertake to enact laws, to enforce laws, and to do all sorts of things of that character, that they believe will make the city genteel and refined, so that people of gentility and refinement will love to come there.
But are such efforts deep enough to cleanse the cancer spots that are infesting all our great cities? This question of “commercialized vice” is one that afflicts not merely San Francisco, but it is world-wide. We have numerous associations and organizations, such as the American Vigilance Association, that are working for the suppression of vice and the overthrow of the traffic that is making money out of the sins and debaucheries of men and women. But the efforts that are made are quite largely secular, and while these may partially smother the flames of passion and of greed that are burning in the hearts of men, yet they do not put them out. What San Francisco needs, and what every other city in all this world needs, is the strong voice of one like the prophets of old, who will lay the ax at the root of the tree, and who will show men in high and low places alike that their sins are bringing this world to its great and final doom, and that the putting away of these sins from the heart is the only thing that can effect a cleansing worthy the name. The great sin of the Barbary Coast in San Francisco, according to what those are saying who are laboring to cleanse the city, is that of hilarious drunkenness and prostitution. They think that if these things could be done away, then the city could put on her beautiful garments and be respectable.
But it is an interesting thing to know that the very paper that is carrying on this crusade runs a regular series of cartoons that make a joke of infidelity in the marriage relation and of sensuality. These cartoons sometimes take one form, and sometimes another; but they invariably endeavor to make it appear exceedingly funny for a man to leave his wife and go on an escapade with a lot of other women. They will have him make very close escapes from being caught in their company by his own wife, to whom he has taken the vow at the sacred altar to be true, loyal, and faithful. And how can men hope to work, in a part of their pages, to belittle and to overthrow the sacredness of the marriage altar, and yet at the same time, by means of other of the pages, to destroy “commercialized vice”?
Now these cartoons that appear in the body of the paper are usually read. If you do not believe it, get on one of the street-cars in the early morning, or take a suburban train, and notice what the people in the cars, as a general rule, invariably read. You will see that they never miss these cartoons and silly caricatures of the marriage relation. There must be a great demand for that class of literature, otherwise high-priced men could not be kept on these papers to produce it.
That paper says, on its front page, that the Barbary Coast must be done away. In its cartoons it says that it would be a great joke for a man to go up and down the Barbary Coast, and come very near getting caught, but still get through without being found out. Why can not men see the absurd inconsistencies of such attempts at reform? Why can not men see that the ribald songs, the silly jokes, and the miserable cartoons, that are working to destroy marital honor and decency, can not be kept up and made popular, and still our “Boweries” and our “Barbary Coasts” and other similar resorts be destroyed? We are not making very much headway while tearing down with one hand and attempting to build with the other. The tearing down process is much more rapid than the building one.
It is well to favor every reform movement that is working for reform in fact; but we ought also to be consistent. Neither should we allow ourselves to be deceived in regard to the conditions that prevail in this world, by the clatter and noise of many of these so-called reformers. To the superficial observer they may appear to be very strongly reformatory; but if you take away the glamour and the display, and closely observe the facts, you will see that the actual conditions in this world may well cause deep anxiety and concern.
Extravagant Expenditures
THE Chicago Dressmakers' Club recently gave out the figures that there are a few women in Chicago who each spend $75,000 a year in personal adornment. There are about a hundred who spend $50,000 each a year, and about ten thousand who spend $5,000 each, while a well-dressed club woman spends $1,500 a year. We have no means of verifying the figures; but figures of that character are constantly given out to the public, and the individual who does not have even $1,500 a year to spend for clothing and for all the rest of the necessities of life is naturally led to make comparisons. These statements may not be exactly accurate in regard to the number of persons who are making the extravagant expenditures. But there is nevertheless much wanton extravagance; and because of this extravagance, and because the people are told of it from time to time, often in a boasting way, by the wealthy, we have the Socialist, the I. W. W., and all of the rest of those who are stirring up discontentment and spreading revolutionary ideas among the people. They say that the economic situation is wrong when one person can have so much to spend and another has so little. Those who have the small amounts to spend are very greatly in the majority. It is stated on quite good authority that there are thirty-five million people in the United States who have an average yearly income of only $433 each.
We have had vigorous agitation over these conditions for more than a quarter of a century. They are in every land on the face of the earth, and the agitation is everywhere, and it is becoming more and more pronounced. Many of the well-meaning and well-minded persons who are carrying on this agitation are strongly of the belief that they will correct these evils in the world, and that there will be a more even distribution of wealth among the people, and that consequently the suffering and misery that exist to so large an extent will be greatly reduced, if not altogether done away; but the Bible shows us, through its prophecies, that these conditions will become worse and worse, more and more pronounced, until rioting and violence will fill the world with distress and perplexity everywhere, and the situation will finally call for the personal second appearing of Christ as the only power that is able possibly to cope with the situation.
Japanese Settlement in Western Canada
The Japanese are rapidly getting control of the fisheries of British Columbia. A conservative English authority states that over ten thousand Japanese fishermen are deriving from this source annually incomes varying from $500 to $3,000 each. There are said to be more Japanese adult males than white men in the island of Vancouver. The Japanese are swarming over the Loyalty Islands also, and are said to have a prospective eye on the Australian commonwealth. They are in large numbers on the Queen Charlotte Islands, off the Canadian Pacific coast, and are settling by thousands in various parts of the Western Canadian peninsula provinces. The aggressiveness of these Japanese settlers is causing some uneasiness in British circles, and it is believed that Great Britain will soon have a problem on her hands that is very similar to the Japanese problem in the United States. The human race is a long way from having advanced beyond racial problems. These are with us in all parts of the world; and with multitudes of conditions of this character staring us in the face, how can men have the Utopian ideas that the world is just about converted, and that we are standing on the border lands of the millennium?
Tornadoes and the Signs of the Times
On September 21 a tornado swept through Maryland, doing much damage. We have been assured by men who were doubtless honest and well-meaning that the plains of the Middle West were the home and the territory of the tornado, that we would not have it in the Eastern States, nor in the Old World. It is well to observe how these assurances, which were said to be based upon a scientific foundation, are overthrown. The tornado and other forms of violent storm are increasing in the long settled and thickly populated East as well as in the West. There is a deep meaning to these things, and we should take it to heart. The readers of this paper are fully aware of the prophecies that have spoken upon the subject, and that tell of the storms and pestilences that will sweep over the world in the last days.
Balkan Troubles and European War
The latest despatches say that complete anarchy reigns in Albania. Essed Pasha has raised the Austrian flag, and Mufid Bey has called upon the governor at Alvona to surrender him. The minister also has seized the custom-house at Durazzo. These Balkan troubles seem to have become absolutely chronic. Will they continue, as many fear, until all Europe will be embroiled in war? This is a question that may cause much anxiety to those who are looking only to this world and to human efforts for their peace and prosperity.
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The Jupiter, the new naval collier that the United States has been building, received her test recently. Her engines, in the place of driving a propeller, generate electricity, and the ship is electrically driven. It is claimed that this experiment is watched by ship-builders in all parts of the world, particularly those who are constructing naval vessels. A great economy is claimed in this plan of propelling a ship. She will have a much wider sailing range, with a big saving of fuel.
A Tramp
By Rose Terry Cook
THAT is just it. I was a tramp! In the light of to-day I hate to admit it, but I must. I had been a machinist, with a pretty, gentle wife, good wages, a pleasant home; and then the hard times came. Hard enough they were to millions beside me, but I did not think of them. I had more means than many others I knew—food, if it was coarse; fire enough for warmth; but what I wanted, cried out for, raged that I could not get, was delicate living and luxuries for Annie, for she was dying. I know now nothing could have saved her. Her disease was incurable. But one day when I went down to the Charleston steamer the day she sailed, to adjust some little matter in the machinery that they thought out of gear, I saw the wife of one of the firm for whom I worked up-town brought on board to go to Florida for the winter.
She looked a little like Annie; her eyes were clear and gray too, and her face wan and sweet. She was wrapped in soft shawls, and lying back in a chair carried by two servants. A kind-faced nurse was with her, and her husband beside her. I had a glimpse at her stateroom as I passed through the cabin, for they were arranging it so that she might be settled before the rest of the passengers came aboard. It was like a nest, crowded with comfort. If I could have stolen that fur-lined cloak and that swing chair, I would have done it; as it was, I swore.
What had this woman done to have all, and my patient wife to have nothing? I kept thinking of all this, brooding day and night as wages grew lower and work less, and Annie faded away. She was a good woman, that wife of mine, and not a bit afraid to die; but she was afraid to leave me in the furious bitterness of my condition then.
One day I came home and found her paler than ever. I had brought her an orange, but she could not taste it. I sat down by the lounge, and she put her thin, white hands in mine.
“Frank,” she said in a whisper, “when I am dead, try to be good; try to know God. I couldn’t talk about it, dear; but I have prayed. God is good, Frank. I know it. I am going home.”
I could not bear this. I did not believe in it. God good, and Annie dying while that other woman was saved by the money I had as good a right to have as Jim Lawrence! I knew afterward that all the luxuries he lavished on his wife were as useless as the coarse shawl and common food I gave mine. She died before Annie, and away from him.
I stooped down to kiss my wife and stop her from such talk. Her lips were cold; her hot hand grew chill in mine; her great gray eyes looked at me with one bright look of love, and then closed. Annie had gone away.
Well, why should I work after that? I went to hear communist harangues, and learned the stale old story that property was robbery. Why was Mr. Lawrence rich and I poor? It was an outrage! Society owed me a living, and I would have it as well as he. I did not stop to consider that he was once poorer than I, and had worked successfully for his money, or to ask why society owed me a living. I took the specious arguments of demagogs for what they were on the surface. They suited my fury against man and my ignorance of God too well not to be adopted. It was May when the Iridion Works closed, but I had not worked there for two months. I had lived on what few dollars I had left after Annie was buried, and now and then I got a porter’s job, for I was as strong as a horse. Still, I always expected to go back to the works if the worst came to the worst; and when they closed up for want of orders, I felt as if I had nothing to stay in the city for; and like a great many others, I made up my mind that since I was born into the world, it should give me a free living. I went on the tramp.
I can’t say I liked it at first. It was a great while before I could sleep well in a barn, or under an old musty haystack. But I had grit enough left to persist; and the lazy life, the fresh air, the trees, and grass, and creatures, all so different from the grimy shop and dirty streets, did seem amazing pleasant. I suppose living this sort of life changed me inwardly, too. I got to feel more like a wild beast. I liked to see women shut and lock the door when they saw me come into the yard, and hand out the food I asked for through the window. How I used to scare them! I don’t wonder. I was big, dirty, ragged, and full of bad thoughts that showed out in my face and ran over at my lips. I would not have stopped at knocking down any man who came across my way, but they generally let me alone. After a while I got a revolver. It was never loaded, but it was just as good to frighten women with, and many a one fetched me warm food and drink when I let them see it. I did like to see them turn white and shiver. I was so angry with everything, that I liked to terrify and hurt everybody I could. “Hateful, and hating one another”—that is about as near my state then as I can tell it.
So I tramped all summer. I did not think often about Annie. I didn’t like to, for good enough reasons. By September I had got way up into Vermont, among the hills, and began to think I must work back to the city, when one day I stopped at an old red farmhouse between Tyson and Ludlow to get some dinner.
There was a little sort of stoop built out under the roof of the ell part, and the kitchen door opened into it. There was a row of bright milkpans standing against the wall, to sun, and a bunch or two of herbs hanging up by the door. A great yellow cat ran away when it saw me, and eyed me from under a bench in the woodshed. It was a poor place enough, but looked thrifty and comfortable. I knocked, and a young woman opened the door directly. I never saw such a steady face. Her eyes were brown, and looked straight at you like a robin’s. Her mouth was as pure and clean as a child’s, and her firm cheeks showed a healthy, even color of pink. Her hair was so tidy, so shining, her calico gown and check apron so perfectly neat, that she seemed somehow as if she was just new, every way. I did not say anything at once, for I felt so dirty and so bad the minute I looked at her.
“Well!” she said, in a cool sort of voice, “do you want anybody?”
“I want something to eat,” said I gruffly.
“We never give to tramps,” she answered, without any change of tone.
“I have got to have it!” said I, as crossly as I could.
“We have nothing for you,” said she, quite unmoved.
“Come, hurry up! I’ve got to have my dinner, and you’d better get it for me pretty quick,” I called out with an oath, taking out my pistol and handling it as a threat. Her eyes grew a little darker at that, and she smiled. She was not scared a mite. She only said, very quietly,
“If any man will not work, neither should he eat.”
“That may be your opinion, miss, but it isn’t mine. The world owes me a living, and I’m bound to have it,” I growled back.
“How so?” she answered. “What have you done for the world to put it in your debt?”
I couldn’t answer this question. It was like a blow in the face. So I swore again, and demanded some dinner.
“I shall not give you any,” she said, quite as calmly as ever. “If you were sick, or feeble, or crippled, helpless in any way, it would be different; but you are a strong, likely man, and you can earn your living just as well as I can.12”
I looked at her slight, straight figure.
“Do you work for a living?” I asked.
“Yes; I have worked ever since I was six years old. I was bound out then, and I worked at whip-braiding. I haven’t any relations—any near ones I mean; there is nobody to take care of me. I have to work, and I am glad I can.”
I swore a very common oath, calling on God to punish me if I would stand that if I were she.
Her face flushed.
“Don’t do that again!” she said. “If you want to be lost, call upon Satan; he hears such requests gladly. God is your Father. He does not like to punish you even if you ask Him. He’d ever so much rather forgive you.”
I never was so taken back.
“Look here,” I said, after a moment, “don’t you think it’s outrageous that a pretty-behaved girl like you should be working for a living when there’s thousands of women no better than you be rolling in their carriages?”
“No. God put me here, and them there. He knows best.”
“Well, you seem to think God knows a good deal. I claim to know some things myself, and I believe folks all have equal rights.”
“Do you?” she said. “So do I—some rights—rights to get ready to die, and to serve God while we live.”
She stepped out of the door, and picked up a red leaf from the grass.
“Can you make such a leaf as that?” she asked, holding it out to me.
Why, I knew I couldn’t; and so did she.
“Till you can, I expect you had better believe God knows more than you do.”
I turned and went out into the yard. I couldn’t stand her talk, but I could not get away from it.
I never seemed so mean to myself before. Here was I, strong, healthy, even a skilled workman, tramping about the country begging! I never had called it begging before, but I knew now what it was, for I seemed to look out of her eyes.
About God—well, if there was a God, He must know more than I did, or He couldn’t be God. Perhaps I had made a mistake after all.
Jim Lawrence must be a rich man because he had more brains than I, with the same chances; and who was to blame about the brains?
I sat down by a little pond there was near, and fell to thinking, when all of a sudden I looked down into the water, and saw—a tramp—a big, dirty, ragged tramp!
Horrible! It was I!
I wondered that the girl had spoken to me at all, and then I thought what Annie would have said to see me like that.
The blood seemed to come to my head. I tried to be honest inside, and look things square in the eye. I could not help seeing how little good I had done myself by leaving work. I used to be a good-looking sort of fellow when I was cleaned up for a Sunday, not like this great brute staring up at me out of the still water.
I couldn’t do much that minute, but I could wash my face, and I did.
It was just a beginning, you see. Then I got up on my feet and tramped off toward Ludlow. An old woman a mile further on gave me some bread and milk, because I asked for it civilly, I suppose. By night I had got on to the station next below Ludlow; and seeing some hands at work loading up a freight-car, I put in and helped. One of them gave me my supper for that, and let me sleep in a barn. It did seem better than begging.
The next day, I sold my revolver, and got a jacket; and before long got a place on the freight line, where I could work my passage back to the city. I could get a lodging there, I knew, for I had two dollars left after buying the jacket.
I found the Iridion Works shut up still, but I hunted out Mr. Lawrence. I told him all about it—all but that girl—and he gave my hand such a grip!
“My wife’s gone too,” he said; and then he sort of choked. Somehow, for all he was a rich man with a great house, and I a poor tramp, there seemed to be something we had together.
I remembered his wife’s great sad eyes, and her tired face. Money hadn’t saved her after all, and his business kept him to home; he didn’t have hold of her hand when she died.
Well, he sort of cleared his throat then, and he said:
“I’m just going to dinner, Reed. Come around to my office on Front Street in the morning, and I’ll find you a job.”
And he said it so hearty like, I knew he meant it.
He was as good as his word. I got work from him right off. And after a while, when I could buy decent clothes, I took to going to meeting; for I could not get what that girl said, when I swore, out of my head.
I have got a Bible, too. I know Annie would like that; but I had to shut it up quick one day when it opened at a sentence about “the horrible pit and the miry clay.” I had been there myself, you see! — Rose Terry Cook.
Can You?
By Anon.
Can you put the spider's web back in place,
That once has been swept away?
Can you put the apple again on the bough,
Which fell at our feet to-day?
Can you put the lily cup back on the stem,
And cause it to live and grow?
Can you mend the butterfly's broken wing
That you crush with a hasty blow?
Can you put the bloom again on the grape,
And the grape again on the vine?
Can you put the dewdrops back on the flowers,
And make them sparkle and shine?
Can you put the petals back on the rose?
If you could, would it smell as sweet?
Can you put the flour again in the husk,
And show me the ripened wheat?
Can you put the kernel again in the nut,
Or the broken egg in the shell?
Can you put the honey back in the comb,
And cover with wax each cell?
Can you put the perfume back in the vase
When once it has sped away?
Can you put the corn silk back on the corn,
Or down on the catkins, say?
You think my questions are trifling, dear;
Let me ask you another one:
Can a hasty word be ever unsaid,
Or a deed unkind undone?
— Anon.
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The True Israel of God
Not now a visible church in one body or in a combination of bodies.
A great spiritual body—invisible body known now only to God.
To be united under the call, “Come out of her, My people.”
The Gospel of the Kingdom to the World in This Generation
Missionary work in the early centuries.
Conditions in the church and heathen world at the beginning of the twentieth century.
(a) The prophecies and the facts concerning war in the last days.
(b) The holding of the winds of war.
(c) The peace movement in prophecy and in fulfilment (about two articles).
Vice and immorality.
Criminality, violence, and injustice.
Form without the power in the churches.
The Coming of the Lord
Promises of His coming.
Manner of His coming.
The time and the signs of His coming.
(a) The day and the hour not made known.
(b) We may know when He is near.
His coming—personal and literal.
The results of His coming.
(a) End of the world in its present state, and the beginning of the new earth.
(b) The end of sin, misery, sorrow, and death.
Prophetic Studies in Daniel
Chapter 2.
Chapter 7.
Chapter 8.
The 2,300 days of chapter 8.
Prophetic Studies in Revelation
1. Chapter 12.
(a) Strength, purity, power, of the early church.
(b) Flees into the wilderness before the dragon and his great apostasy.
(c) Emerges as a remnant, keeping the commandments of God and the faith of Jesus.
2. Chapter 13.
(a) The first part of the chapter, paralleling the prophecies of Daniel, and laying a foundation for the United States in prophecy to be presented from the last part of chapter.
(b) The United States in prophecy.
(1) Its lamblike rising. (3) Its enforced mark.
(2) Its dragon voice. (4) The world-wide boycott.
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(a) The first angel’s message.
(b) The second angel’s message.
(c) The third angel’s message.
The Kingdom of God
Origin of the kingdom.
Creation versus evolution (2 articles).
Laws of the kingdom infallible, eternal in character.
Invasion of the kingdom.
Vicarious sacrifice becomes necessary.
Rebellious subjects offered pardon.
Religious liberty a birthright.
Principles of the kingdom established in the heart.
The old and new covenant kingdoms (two articles).
False views of the kingdoms—church federation, and the whole federation movement.
The kingdom reestablished.
(a) Coronation.
(b) Peace and unity of the kingdom eternal.
“The Sabbath Question,” about ten articles; “The Millennium,” eight articles; “The Law,” five articles; “The Angels,” two articles; “Capital and Labor, or the Industrial War,” six articles; “The Nature of Man,” three articles; “The Nature of Man”—from objector’s view; “The True Science of Christianity and Its Principles of Health Contrasted with Christian Science and So-Called Divine Healing,” several articles; “True Spiritual Gifts and Their Manifestations,” several articles; “Federation of Churches,” three or four articles; “The Sanctuary,” six articles; “The Judgment,” two articles; “The Resurrection,” two articles; “Baptism,” two articles; “The Earth Made New,” two or three articles; “Conversion,” several articles; “The Consolation and Power of Prayer,” several articles; “The Controversy Series,” twenty-five articles; “Bible Readings,” twenty-five studies; “The Waldenses,” six articles.
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