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been cut down from 90,000 to 50,000 scheme of relief is needed to alleviate by typhus, and other diseases resultant such unparalleled misery! from starvation. So frightful has been The American Jewish Relief Comthe struggle of the afflicted population to mittee is now conducting its benevolent sustain life, that mothers have openly work in California through the Pacific prayed for the death of their wretched Coast Division, of which Moses A. Gunst, children, rather than witness the

pro prominent in .philanthropy as in business, longed sufferings of the little ones.

is chairman, and Earl W. Hodges, director War, and pestilence which follows war,

of all the States west of the Mississippi, is have left homeless and hungry orphaned

the tireless and highly efficient executive. children to roam the streets and the task

The late Isaias W. Hellman, the banker, of saving these victims, in the numerous

and his son, whose useful career was so places ravaged by great armies, cannot prematurely terminated, were earnest ad

vocates of the Western campaign of relief. Had not death invaded their home, they would be found amongst the foremost workers for the philanthropic project. But a host of other volunteers, whose names are a guarantee of worthiness to their townsmen, still remain. In the long list are found the names of Mortimer Fleishhacker, Herbert Fleishhacker, Judge M. C. Sloss, Sigmund Stern, Alfred and Milton Esberg, Grover Magnin. Earnest assistance is also given by the leading Jewish clergymen, Doctors Martin Meyer, Jacob Nieto, Herman Lissauer, and H. Rosenwasser. To say that the best that is in San Francisco, professionally, commercially, socially and patriotically, will be associated with this relief project is to understate rather than overstate the case.

To present the financial aspect of the proposition, it is necessary to say that Northern California-or more accurately

speaking, the territory north of Santa Orphaned Children in the Streets.

Barbara is asked to contribute the sum of

$500,000 to the great relief fund, and it be estimated in the money cost.

The would be a new record in California genmillions of dollars that have been spent erosity if the donations should not far have done much to avert famine and exceed the amount expected. lessen death in the afflicted communities In the great cities of the East, where of Central and Eastern Europe, but an the liberality of contributors to the relief enormous amount of relief has yet to be fund has been tested, the non-Jewish extended

citizens have shown no less interest and It is hard to realize, that before the generosity, than their Jewish neighbors. armistice of the great world war All have regarded the philanthropic signed, there were six millions of sufferers project as so broad in its scope, and noble in Europe, either destitute and starving, in its purpose that it could only be viewed or at least in dire need of philanthropic as a world movement for the betterment aid. Those multitudes have been in of suffering humanity, beyond all seccreased to eleven millions, of which 20 tarian bias and meriting but universal apper cent are not Jews. What a colossal probation and assistance.



Interesting Sidelights on Secret European Diplomacy.

By Harvey Brougham

F THE MANY BOOKS being issued questions which arise from the fact of 0" about the diplomatic invasion of Britain's peculiar position as an island

Europe by America, “The Peace empire. Conference, Day by Day," is attracting The encounters of President Wilson most attention. The author is Charles T. with Clemenceau are not fully set down, Thompson, who has deemed it advisable but they were many and violent. to print an introductory letter by Col. E. One of the many lively passages was M. use, as if he regarded that gallant that between

that between Wilson and Orlando over Texas diplomat as an important and per

Fiume. The Italians, who had made manent figure in American history. The Wilson their idol, suddenly frothed at the sub-title of Mr. Thompson's book is “A mouth. The President had appealed to Presidential Pilgrimage, Leading to the the Italian people, and the Italian people, Discovery of Europe."

imagining that the safety of democracy Literature of the Peace Conference is depended on their having all they wanted, more likely to be read, carefully, twenty made an enthusiastic response. Orlando years hence. As an eminent critic in New was indignant. Mr. Thompson gives this York has somewhat sarcastically re version of a passage of arms between the marked, that the public is "fed up” on president and Orlando. The version, howthe long reports sent out while the Ameri ever, is taken from the French: can president was measuring wits against “Sir, you have appealed over the head the leading diplomats and autocrats of of the Italian government to the Italian fictitious European Democracy.

people,” said Orlando. “It is my duty to It is very evident, from Mr. Thompson's go before the representatives of the Italian book that President Wilson took his Four- people, the parliament, and say to them, teen Points seriously, and equally evident *Choose between Wilson or me. that the European and Oriental diplomats "That is your right," replied the presiheld a totally different idea of the Ameri- dent, quietly. can code of altruism.

And Orlando went off. It is remarkSeveral interesting revelations are made able that notwithstanding the battles bein Mr. Thompson's work. For instance, tween the president and the delegates he declares it to have been an open secret they each parted with common respect that Dantzig was not given to the Poles, and no signs of rancor. It must be adas demanded by Wilson, because Lloyd mitted, though, that when the indiscreet George would not sign the Peace Treaty question was asked, “How would the if Dantzig should be yielded.

members of the conference feel if the The Treaty article on the “Freedom of American delegation should withdraw?" the Seas” gave the British most concern. an English voice was heard to exclaim Lord Northcliffe and Lloyd George joined with all the frankness of that nation, “We their forces to convince the president that should all breathe freely!” the seas were quite safe in the custody of One fails to find in Mr. Thompson's the British. President Wilson was record of the Peace Conference anything elusive as the phrase "freedom of the to indicate that the post-bellum pow-wows seas” itself. He admitted that the British of democracy are essentially different people were forced "to consider grave from the old-time division of plunder by problems which the war has brought the royalties of Europe.

the royalties of Europe. The fatter the about,” and he said that the United States bird to be carved, the more voracious the fully understands the special international company waiting around the table.


Circumstantial Evidence

One Time That the Sheriff Looked Very Foolish

By Lilian Hall Crowley

M office, weeping copiously.

INA WATKINS sat in the sheriff's By this time Mina had wiped away her

The tears and had control of her voice. She sheriff, big-eyed and worried, sat

started on: opposite the stricken young woman.

"One night I heard loud voices in the Such a story as Mina was telling was library and I went through the hall to see a strange one to hear about the quiet who was there, because I thought Mr. little town of Bosley.

Mason had gone to his club. Well, I was "Mr. Smith," said Mina, "I know you just struck dumb when I saw Mr. Mason ain't going to believe me unless I prove standing up and shaking his first at Sam. what I'm telling you, but I'm going to Sam was sitting in a chair all bent over prove it as soon as I'm through with my and had his face covered with his hands. story.”

I couldn't move I was so scared. I heard “I thought you liked Mr. Mason, Mina.

Mr. Mason say: Hasn't he been good to you and to Sam, ‘This is the last time, Sam! Do as too?" asked the sheriff.

I say or it will be all up with you!' “Yes, I have been working for him nigh "Sam groaned: ‘All right, Mr. Mason, onto four months and I never saw any I'll do it! I promise to God, I'll do it!' thing wrong until lately. Me and Sam Then Mr. Mason seemed to calm down has been keeping company ever since I and Sam took his hands off his face and went to work there and if I do say it, Sam I never see such suffering in all my life. was the best chauffeur in this world and I slipped back to the kitchen. he's been that faithful to Mr. Mason. "You see, Mr. Smith, Sam and me was Always looking after his interests; work as good as engaged. One afternoon he ing hard and never ng a thing. come into the kitchen, when I was making Which ain't at all like some of them. Mr. apple fritters, and he says kinda sadMason was always cold-like, but I never like: 'Mina, you know. how you stand heard him say anything cross before, al with me. I've got something right serious though everybody knows what a terrible to tell you if everything goes well.' temper he has.”

“ 'All right, Sam,' I says, 'you know Yes," put in Mr. Smith, “I remember I'd trust you to kingdom come. when he was

so terrible mad at Jim "Well, when I got back to the kitchen, Slithers when Jim told him that story after hearing that row, I just sat and sat. about Mrs. Hunter. Mr. Mason beat Sam slept in the garage and I heard him him within an inch of his life and it took go out the side door. He didn't come all the men in the bank to get him offen near the kitchen, although he must have the critter. Jim deserved it but it ain't known I was there on account of the just the way for a bank president to act. light. Sam kept his light on a long time,

"Come to think of it, he's always been 'cause I could see from my bedroom queer, too. He paid five thousand dollars window. for a picture of two people standing by "He didn't show up next day and when a boat, and they say he pays a hundred I asked Mr. Mason where was Sam he dollars apiece for some little black and looked at me queer-like and said Sam white pictures-etchings, he calls them. had gone to Omaha on business. He I wouldn't wonder if you did know some won't be back for some time,' he said. thing wrong, Mina."

And now it's nearly three weeks and Mr.

arm, said:

Mason ain't said a word—and the worst They were in the house a few moments is coming, Mr. Smith!"

before Mr. Mason's arrival. They waited Mina began rocking herself back and in the spacious hall which was hung with forth and her sobs almost choked her. the paintings that had bewildered his The sheriff put his hand on the arm of the fellow-townsmen. As soon as the prossuffering girl and soothed her with:

perous old bachelor had closed the door “There, now! There, now! Hurry and the sheriff went up to him and taking his tell it, then I can help you."

Mina wiped her eyes and began again. “Mr. Mason, I'm sorry, but I must

“Last night I couldn't sleep for think arrest you for the murder of Sam ing of Sam. I could smell the roses that Hastings!” grow

below my window, so I got out of “Great Scott!” said the banker. “How's bed to be nearer to them—they're kinda this?" turning from one to the other of soothin'-like," she smiled apologetically. his accusers questioningly. "It wasn't moonlight but I could see “You've killed Sam in one of your everything on the grounds very plain. wicked tempers, you wicked man, you!" Then—who should come sneaking along exclaimed Mina. “I know where you've but Mr. Mason; he was dragging a shovel buried his head!" and carrying something, all covered up “Yes," said the sheriff, “Mina saw you with a cloth, in his hands.

last night-out by the lilac bush." "He walked to the largest lilac bush Comprehension dawned on Mr. Mason. the one opposite the dining-room win- "Come,” he said, “I'll show you!" dows and laid down the-Oh, dear! Oh, "Wait,” said the sheriff, “I'll have to dear!"



first.” "Come now," said the sheriff, “I can't Mr. Mason held out his hands and the wait much longer. I'm getting nervous handcuffs were adjusted. The sheriff myself.”

opened the front door and Mr. Mason led "Then he dug a hole and when he

Get the shovel out of the lifted the cloth from it was Sam's basement,” he ordered Mina. head!"

When she returned he nodded to the “What!"

sheriff to dig. About two feet down the "I told you you wouldn't believe me

shovel struck something solid. The but I'll take you to the place. Mr. Mason sheriff got down on his hands and knees lifted the head and put it—just as it was and removed the loose soil. He gingerly -in the hole and then covered it up took the head in his hands and lifted it careful with the dirt and put back the sod out of the hole. Its weight surprised him. on top just as before. Then I fainted on

"Look at it well," admonished Mr. the floor and I don't know how long I Mason. lay there. I didn't go down to breakfast

"Why, it isn't Sam's head-it's brass and I suppose Mr. Mason went to the

or copper, or something!" bank-and I came here as soon as I could

Mina gave a shriek and threw herself get dressed.”

on it. “It ain't Sam! It ain't Sam!” "Do you think Mr. Mason killed Sam?"

"Take these fool handcuffs off," dryly asked the sheriff incredulously.

ordered the banker, "and I will explain." “Yes, yes!” sobbed Mina, "ain't he He stooped down and replaced the got an awful temper, and didn't they head in the ground and covered all carequarrel, and didn't Sam disappear? He's fully. Taking the shovel he led the way buried the body in some other part of the to the house, the others following as in a garden and I saw him bury Sam's dear dream. head!”

The banker went to the library, lighted “Does Mr. Mason come home at noon, a cigar, seated himself in an easy chair Mina?”

and then began his story to the two who "Yes, always. He's started now,” said looked more like culprits than accusers. she, looking at the clock.

They squirmed under his sarcasm. "I'll


with you and arrest him." “About that head, now—you flatter

the way.

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tell you.

Sam, as that is a bronze bust of Victor self but as you have hastened matters and Hugo. Ever hear of him? No, of course I feel particularly communicative, I will not. I ordered it from the artist when I was in Paris last winter. It came the "Sam has been a periodical drinkerother day. You may not know, either of notice that I say has been—but he has you," he blew a few rings of smoke, done well ever since he met you, Mina. "that a certain chemicalization takes When he felt the old thirst coming on he place when bronze is buried in the came to me for help, as usual. I knew ground."

that he had been leaning too much on His accusers shook their heads.

me for moral support and I told him that "It is true, nevertheless, and Monsieur this would be the last time, that he must Rau told me to bury the bust for a short make a man of himself before he married. time and then take it to a cold room for I was quite severe with him. Then I sent the same length of time and then into a him to Omaha to take the drink cure and hot room; all this would give the bronze told him he was not to come back until a beautiful tone. This I am trying to do

he was cured. and I buried it at night because no one "I have a letter in which he says he is would understand if told about it and in coming home tonight and that he is sure order that thieves would not steal my that, with Mina's love to strengthen him, costly bronze."

he has taken his last drink. That's all!” "But Sam, where has he been these The sheriff backed out of the door and last three weeks?" demanded Mina. Mina fell at Mr. Mason's feet and poured

"Sam is coming home this evening and out a heart of thankfulness with pleas for I intended that he should tell you him- forgiveness.


By Carl W. Wahrer.

I miss you every day, your look, your smile,
That little smile that flutters so my heart,
The music of your voice and all the while
A longing that no language can impart.
The hush of expectation in the air,
Footsteps beside me and a faint perfume,
A presence seated in the empty chair,
The ghost of beauty in the silent room;
People accost me but I hardly know
One from another or the things they say,
I scarcely notice if they come or go,
My thoughts are following you and far away;
Only at dull day's close when hushed and still,
Night brings the hour when we were used to meet,
In the half light when fancies have their will,
Lovely as in lost days and ever sweet,
You come back smiling to my arms again,
Dearer than any dream can quite recall,
And all the waiting hours are not in vain,
And you have never been away at all.

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