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towards the lower end of Lake Michigan, which they say is larger than ours, but we have never admitted that it was greater or better. (Laughter and applause.)

We want you to feel at home here. South Bend is known the world over as the home of the Studebaker wagon that horses and mules and other animals draw in every country. South Bend is known as the home of the Oliver plow, which turns the key in a hundred cities the world over; and the home of the Singer sewing machine, that hums its song of industry in a million homes, and here and there South Bend is known as the home of a great college, but there is a title far and above those titles, and that is this: South Bend is known as the home of thousands of happy men, women and children, whose lives are one great act of faith, of hope and love, who believe in South Bend, who hope in South Bend and who love South Bend. We want you to go away with sweet niemories of this city of homes, and we extend to you a very special welcome, you lawyers-defenders of homes, for that is what you are. Let my serious word to you this morning be to urge upon you to make it a principle of your life to defend the integrity of the home, even at a loss of profit, even at a waste of opportunity. Make it one of the little sanctities of your every-day life that you will discourage and not encourage divorce, for the sake of the man or woman who nearly always suffers in body and soul whatever happens; for the sake of the little children, who, whatever happens, will be the sufferers by reason of the loss of parental love and care. The home, you know, is the corner-stone of civilization. It is the hope of whatever good things are still to be. That is the difference between a house and a home. Power and authority cannot command it. Wealth cannot buy a home. The power of Almighty God and the magic of pure human love can create it out of nothing in a wilderness, in poverty as well as where

luxury dwells and splendor reigns. The difference between a house and a home is : Lucre can make a house; Labor can make a house; Love alone can make a home. It is the priesthood of you men of the law to preserve the home; to do all in your power to keep it inviolate.

Picture to yourselves the Czar of Russia, tossing feverishly between the silken sheets, vainly seeking sleep that will not come to him in his turreted castle of stone, though it creeps softly into the thatched cottage of the lowliest of his subjects. See the look of suspicion and mistrust on the face of those who serve him. See how ambition hopes for his death. See how even those whom he has most befriended in life haven't an honest tear to shed on his coffin. Realize that power cannot command a home.

See the man of wealth, the gilded plutocrat, lolling luxuriously back on the cushions of his carriage, rolling towards his great house which art has garnished, which wealth has supplied with all the apparatus of comfort. The architect with mind anointed of God had first to dream that dream of beauty 'ere stone and steel and lumber, at the bidding of industry, leaped into their places to fulfill the architect's dream. Wealth is there; comfort is there; splendor is there; but domestic love is not there, and no device and no ingenuity can banish the tedium and weariness that husband, wife and children feel in each other's presence, and then realize that money cannot buy a home.

One afternoon not long ago, just before the lights were lit, I passed by a little cottage in an unfashionable part of this town, and I could not but remark upon the simplicity and poverty of all within and around that little cottage. A few hours afterwards I again passed that place and I saw the little cottage lighted up and glorified. I heard within the great hearty laugh of the father as he turned away from his newspaper to say a word to his patient, gentle wife, her face wreathed in contentment as she sewed upon a little garment. I heard the ecstatic scream of little children as they played with their blocks and toys. I went away comforted, for I had seen within a few hours the difference between a house and a home—a house, which, whether it be great or small, is nothing; a home, which is a place—under a roof maybe, or perhaps in the shade of a vine-where a decent man lives in the love of a good woman, with little children about him, as a pledge that that love shall never perish.

The old, old home! Without the teachings at our mother's knee, of what avail would be the learning of the schools? It is the nursery of manhood; it is the cradle of virtue; the temple of truth; the shrine of love. Into whatsoever far country fate may beckon us in future years, we carry with us always memories of the old home, and as the traveler who has once tasted the waters of Trevi is forever athirst until he can re. turn to that fountain and drink those waters again, so, wherever we be, our heart turns towards the old home, and we go there as often as we can.

Into the homes of South Bend, a home-loving and homebuilding town, we bid you welcome. We hope that you will look back through the mists of yearning towards these days in all the years to come, and we hope these will be days of refreshment, rest and pleasure, and we hope that the wisdom that will be exuded by your speakers will be sweetened with the honey of wholesome humor.

Legal learning is a fearful and wonderful thing. There is, you know, that veracious record of the magistrate in the South before whom was haled a prisoner. The magistrate, whose learning was small, primitive and fragmentary, said: "Officer, what is the charge against this man?" The officer replied: “Bigotry, sir; he has got three wives.” The judge looked in pity at the ignorance of the policeman and he said: “That is not bigotry; that is trigonometry.” (Laughter and applause.)

We want you to go back pleased with South Bend. Down in Indianapolis there were two German neighbors living close together, and one morning there was a shot heard at the house of one of them. Naturally, the other was curious and when he saw him he said: “Jake, vat vos dot noise I hear dis morning ?” “Vell,” said Jake, "you know dot oldt dog of mineI shoot dot dog dis morning." "Vot vos der matter? Vos he madt?" "Vell, he vosn't so d-d pleased." (Laughter.) We hope you will be pleased, without the rhetorical adjective.

There is a story of the Sunday-school teacher who was telling her class about the Prodigal Son, and attempting to illustrate the fact that the brother of the Prodigal was not particularly enthusiastic over the meal that had been spread for the return of the Prodigal. So the Sunday-school teacher said: “There was, amid all this rejoicing, one who took no part in these festivities; one who rejoiced not in the preparatious; one who willingly would have been absent. Can anyone tell me who that was?" A bright boy in the class held up his hand and said: "The fatted calf." (Laughter.)

We are glad to see you men here today. Envy shall not sit at your councils. Even the protest of the “fatted calf” shall be stiiled. In the name of 60,000 of the happiest men, women wd children of America, I bid you gentlemen of the Bar Association welcome to South Bend. (Applause.)

PRESIDENT PARKER: We will next have the report of the Committee on Membership.



Mr. President and Members of the State Bar Association of

Indiana: Your Committee on Membership begs leave to report the following members of the Bar of the State for membership in this Association, whose applications have been approved by your committee:

Fred Barnett, Hammond.
Milo Jesse Bowman, Valparaiso.
Cornelius R. Collins, Michigan City.
Peter Crumpacker, Hammond.
Shepard J. Crumpacker, South Bend.
Floyd A. Deahl, South Bend.
William T. Douthitt, Terre Haute.
Frank H. Dunnahoo, South Bend.
Charles P. Drummond, South Bend.
Gay R. Estabrook, Indianapolis.
Galitzen A. Farabaugh, South Bend.
Phero C. Fergus, South Bend.
Walter A. Funk, South Bend.
Miller Guy, South Bend.
Harley F. Hardin, Marion.
Herbert Erskire Hess, Plymouth.
John A. Hibbard, South Bend,
Andrew N. Hildebrand, South Bend.
Thomas M. Honan, South Bend.
Fred M. Hostetter, Evansville.
Arthur L. Hubbard, South Bend.
Schuyler C. Hubbell, Goshen.
Guy H. Humphreys, Bloomfield.

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