lan; and he managed to persuade all of the Justices, save Harlan, to make a decision, in the big cases, that is a godsend to the Trusts. No Jesuit ever turned a trick more deftly. What he was put there to do, he has done. THER HE anti-trust act of Congress plainly, positively, declares that any combination or agreement in re fathers hit upon a new principle, that of fixing, by fundamental law, the limits of governmental power. This fundamental law so far as the Federal Government is concerned, is the Constitution of the United States. The Supreme Court, in the Trust cases, not only violated the spirit of our fundamental law, but the very letter. interest you: straint of trade is criminal. The pur- THE following item of news may pose of the law is, the preservation of the utmost freedom of competition. The decision of the Supreme Court as voiced by the Jesuit who presides over it, changes the act of Congress so that it now reads, as judicially construed: "Any unreasonable restraint of trade, etc." Thus the judicial branch of the Government has usurped legislative pow "By Associated Press. "Fort Worth, Tex., June 10.-Rev. Father Patrick Murphy, who has attracted considerable attention as a speaker for the prohibitionists in the present campaign for state-wide prohibition, was today ordered by Bishop-elect Lynch to return to his parish at Dalhart. Father Murphy had been scheduled to stump the state and has cancelled his engagements. "Bishop Lynch issued a statement saying that Father Murphy has eleven churches and that his church work needs his undivided attention. "I feel sure,' Bishop Lynch says, 'that the priests are able to take care of religion and morality in their respective parishes.' the With 800 dance-halls in full blast, in the one city of Chicago, with liquor sold in most of them; and with thousands of young girls gliding down to hell, through these late-at-night dancehalls, we are quite prepared to echo Bishop Lynch's confidence in priests. The manner in which they take care of religion and morality in their respective parishes can be seen in all of our big cities where Roman Catholicism is strongest-just as it can be seen in all other parts of the world where Roman Catholicism is strongest. "Father" Murphy was called down. because he was assailing the liquor traffic, in which the Roman hierarchy is financially interested to an enormous amount. N a survey of the world and the doing of mankind, is the following letter to the New York World, of no significance? Why Automobilists Are So Popular. To the Editor of The World: It is no tale This is not high tragedy. of bodies suddenly crushed lifeless, of shrieks of anguish. Maybe it's really funny. On a famous Jersey road I met today four middle-aged women, apparently domestic servants with their friends enjoying a beautiful afternoon out in their carefully saved best dresses. An expensive auto came along at railroad speed. As I met the women, a mudpuddle, where swift autos had ruined the fine road, was on the near side. The auto could have veered to avoid the mud, but that would have cost a fifth of a second. Naturally the autoist could not waste so much time from his business or pleasure. Protected himself by his mud-guards, he could no more consider common walking people than a battery galloping to action respects a worm. The women in their sober finery-one a black silk, I remember-were almost literally covered with liquid red mud. As I went on philosophically regarding my own unimportant splashes I heard behind me the sound of sobs. "Tom" Watson, of Georgia, is not worrying about that "rebuke." He is He is contentedly adding 16 additional pages to the advertising section of his magazine. His July number will carry more ads. than any that he has ever pubished. If the American Federation of Catholic Societies continue to increase "Tom" Watson's advertising patronage, as they are now doing, he may feel that they are equitably entitled to a rake-off. We lost only two advertisers on account of the Roman Catholic boycott. These were: The National Bank of Commerce, Norfolk, Va.; and The Laughlin Manufacturing Co.the fountain-pen makers. The Bank of Commerce was using one-quarter of a page; the Laughlin Co., half a page. "Tom" Watson presents his compliments to the American Federation of Catholic Societies, and encourages them to keep up the fight. The first thing they know they will provoke Protestants into withdrawing their trade from Protestant firms which give their advertising to Catholic papers and magazines. Lay on, McDuff! SENATOR Bristow, of Kansas, made a cowardly surrender to the negroes; and, in obedience to their demand on him, amended the DirectElection-of-Senators bill with a provision giving the Federal Government control of such elections. With that fatal proviso, we will not accept the bill. We don't intend to have Federal bayonets at the polls again. Under the amendment of Senator Bristow, negro soldiers might be sent to "maintain order," and to protect the coons at the poling places. In his cowardly surrender to the blacks, Senator Bristow may soon learn how he has lost out with the whites. He voted against the Sutherland amendment, when the question was up before; and he has gone squarely back on himself. In 34 of the States of this Union, we already have, in actual practice, the direct election of U. S. Senators by the people. In a white primary, which precedes the meeting of the legislature, the people name their choice, and the legislature ratifies it. If the other States really want a popular selection of Senators, they can adopt the same methods. An amendment to the Constitution is not indispensable. To change the Federal Constitution in such a way as to make Mr. Nigger the umpire of all squabbles among the whites, is altogether too high a price for what we can easily get without paying any such disgraceful and disastrous concession. promptly replied, confirming my view. He said that the Postoffice Department had not issued any order against the magazine. To the same purport, Senator A. O. Bacon and Congressmen S. J. Tribble and W. Schley Howard AFRIEND in Washington, D. C. wired me. that The Washington News Company, 313 6th street, North West, had refused to sell him a copy of the June number of this magazine. The reason given was the postoffice officials had ordered the News Company not to sell it, but to hold it until further orders. I did not believe a word of this statement concerning the P. O. Department. The magazines having already gone through the mail, and to the news stands, the Postoffice Department had nothing further to do with it. But to get evidence in the premises, and to make certain of the truth, I telegraphed Postmaster-General Hitchcock. He By publishing these false statements against us, The Washington News Co. has become liable to be sued for damages. I am told that it is a subsidiary concern to The American News Co., which boycotted the magazine some months ago. The American News Co. is one of the most oppresive of the Trusts; and in this era of trust-busting it may soon find itself on the grill. I don't intend to allow the Roman Catholic priests to ruin our publishing business with their cowardly, malignant boycotts. I mean to fight back; and to test the question, as to whether Protestantism is dead in this country. Lay on McDuff! Experience W. Thomas Withrow A little wheat and a little chaff A little joy and a little pain, A sunny day and a day of rain, A little smile and a little weep, The day's fatigue and the night of sleep, A little work and a little play, A glint of gold and a splash of grey, The rosy light of the purple dawn, The sunset glow as the night comes on, A little hope and a little fear, A little despair and a little cheer, A little peace and a little strife, Are the threads we weave in the web of life, (Judge H. D. D. Twiggs, of Georgia, delivered this address at Reidsville, Ga., on Memorial Day, to the memory of his life-long friend, Isaiah Beasley, and it is copied from the Reidsville News) M Y first visit to Reidsville occurred over forty years ago. I had just been made judge of the Superior Courts of the Middle Circuit, and I came here to hold my first court in this county. I presided in the old structure which stood upon this spot and which still stands not far away from here, the venerable landmark of an ancient regime, a regime which has passed away and sadly reminds us that all things in this life must perish, both institutions and men. It was then that I met for the time two young lawyers who, even at that early period of their professional life, arrested my attention and strongly impressed me. One was Hamp Smith, the other Isaiah Beasley. The former passed away comparatively a young man, not however before he had climbed the rugged steps of fame, and standing upon the higher table-lands, his vision had caught in the perspective beyond the full fruition of his cherished hopes. The other, to whose memory we pay tribute tonight, lived the allotted time given to men, three score years and ten, before he crossed the dark river to join his friend upon the other shore. The Dread Messenger who never tires and never pities, knocked at his door, after a long period of illness and heroic suffering, and bore him into that radiant hereafter where we are told that the pure in heart shall see God. I knew Isaiah Beasley intimately for forty years and I am proud to be able to say that during that long period of time our friendship was never once interrupted and I lost in his death one of the best and truest friends I ever had. I do not believe any man knew his mind and understood his character better than myself, and as our relations grew and strengthened I learned to love him because I found that which had early arrested my attention was. no artful counterfeit, but genuine gold, purified and refined in the crucible of a lofty manhood, and stamped with the mintage of natural gifts that are rarely found. I do not hesitate to say, that Isaiah Beasley was invested by nature with one of the clearest minds I ever knew, and I have met with but a few men who were more fertile, original and resourceful. Nature had done much for him, and I have often thought, if he had possessed advantages with an environment for the expansion of his powers his genius would have taken wings, and he would have found an atmosphere where great jurists have lived, and inscribed his name upon the dome of enduring fame, glittering with stars. was He was a natural born orator and his chief power lay in his great clearness and earnest simplicity of speech. There no effort at display-he never spoke to the galleries, yet between his eloquent lips words found bud and blossom as naturally as flowers bloom and grow. Few men had readier, more refreshing wit, or quicker repartee. A with that never wounded, because it was always kind. He was singularly logical. Logic is the necessary product of intelligence and sincerity. It is the child of a clear head and a good heart, and Isaiah's Beasley's head and heart, if I may be allowed the expression, always worked in double harness. He had intelligence without arrogance, genius without pride, and religion without cant. With all his big heart he loved the common people and the latch of his door was ever free to them. He grasped the horny hand of toil, if it was an honest palm, as freely as that The laying on of hands, the sprinkling of holy water, church membership or the observance of ceremonial theology do not make Christians, and my dear friend needed no purifying fires to fit him for the companionship of the good, for he lived and died an honest man, the noblest work of God. It was my privilege to be with him often during his long illness. He fully realized the end was approaching. His wife knew it-we all knew it, and it was a pathetic picture to watch the man and wife who had lived together under God's ordinance for forty-four years and who realized that the parting was near. He ing was near. Time and again during those crucial hours have I seen him take her hand in his and pat it as tenderly as when she was his bride, while his eyes grew moist and soft. That devoted wife who never left his side and hovered over his couch, his guardian angel, until she closed his eyes in death. of a prince. He never turned away a Isaiah Beasley bore his long suffering bravely, uncomplainingly, heroically, almost cheerfully, he faced the inevitable. He lived like a man. He died like a philosopher. Like a peaceful river with green and shaded banks, he flowed without a murmur, into the waveless sea, whose waters are eternal life and rest. |