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HERE is one person for whom the Blaine

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boom has no charms. That person is Mr. Blaine. Individuals before now have believed that Mr. Blaine wasn't fit to be President, but at least one individual knows this year that he isn't fit to run. In spite of the pressure upon the Secretary, and of the prospects that the firmament at Minneapolis will be obscured by anti-Harrison hats thrown up in his honor, LIFE has no more expectation of seeing Mr. Blaine run, than of seeing him go over Niagara Falls. If his name must go on the ticket, his friends should put it in the second place, with some ablebodied young man to stand between him and hard work. It would be indefinitely better that the able-bodied junior should head for the White House direct, than that he should try to ride in the back way sitting astraddle of a coffin.

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IF
F the churches do not take kindly to
Parson Rainsford's plan of having
them manage saloons, the alter-
native suggests itself of having
the saloons open churches.
Either way will do, but it must
be clearly understood that if
the church people start saloons

they must be thoroughly satisfactory saloons, serving a good quality of stimulant under comfortable conditions. Conversely if the saloon people open churches, they must be churches that people will want to go to, and which will pro

mote the moral and spiritual welfare of the people who fre

HE intention of the new Chicago University

THE

to start complete is illustrated by the announcement that provision has been made for a University press, and for daily, monthly and quarterly college papers to be issued by the students. The experience of other colleges has been that when once the students got there the college papers took care of themselves. President Harper, however, believes in leaving nothing to chance. If hazing were essential any more to the existence of a real University, it cannot be doubted that he would have a hazing apparatus ready for his lads when they arrived. Never before was there such a layette provided against the coming of an educational infant as President Harper has laid in for his nascent University.

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NORTH IS NORTH, AND SOUTH IS SOUTH. THE volume of essays which Thomas Nelson Page has collected

under the title of "The Old South" (Scribner's) is full of the charm which comes from ample knowledge of the life, and a hearty love of it. A Southerner loves his home, his people, and his State, for reasons that have little hold on a Northerner. Relative merit has very little to do with it; his home may be inferior to any in the country, his people not so prosperous, and his State disgraced, perhaps, by repudiation-yet because they are his, a part of his bone and flesh are inherited traditions, he loves them with a passion that is blind to their faults. It is this hallucination, akin to a mother's unreasoning affection for her child, which makes every genuine man and woman of the South something of a poet, an idealist protected from the harsh things of the world by an invisible atmosphere of imagination; and if you really believe these things, they are, to all practical intents, so; if you believe that your family, your possessions, and your State are superior to all others for your needs and purposes, why no other realities that you might achieve could add to your happiness.

Mr. Page's analysis of the causes which produced the people of the Old South, accounts for this trait indirectly by tracing the parent stocks to the old Cavaliers and to the Scotch Irish-the one the embodiment of chivalry, the other of integrity and fervor for the right. On these was built a most charming family life, the beauty of which persists and always will add a grace to the South and a stability to its people. In the South there is no claim on a man which is paramount to that of his parents, brothers and sisters; in the North we believe that we are likeminded, but we neglect few occasions to fight over a family will, if an attorney can find a loop-hole in it. In the North the social unit is the individual man or woman against every other man or woman; in the South it is the undivided family against the world.

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one has ever gone away from that home-loving atmosphere of the South to find his way among the individualists of the North, who has not suffered for long years from the chill and isolation of it. He finds no doubt friends as true, more helpful perhaps at the right time, more executive in their means of aid; but the old buffer between him and the world is missing-that sense of being a part of an organism which is stronger against fate than he is, and which bears him up by its sympathy and good-will.

The man of the North can easily reply to all this that he does not wear his heart on his sleeve; that he would rather work hard, persistently, selfishly, to save his family from the vicissitudes of life, than to pour effusive sympathy on them for disasters which his own foresight and theirs might have averted. He can add that sympathy is usually a mere swapping of weaknesses, and a salve which each one applies to the hurts made by his own folly.

The impecunious but extravagant Groom: WE CAN NEVER ADD ANYTHING TO THE WISDOM OF HIM WHO SAID, "A WISE SON MAKETH A GLAD FATHER."

The opulent Bride: SOLOMON DIDN'T KNOW IT ALL. HE MIGHT ALSO HAVE SAID, "A WISE FATHER MAKETH A SAD SONIN-LAW."

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TEARS, IDLE TEARS.

HERE is a tear in her eye.
Nay, there is one in each eye.
Her voice is choked with anguish.
Perhaps her husband is on a tear.

Perhaps you have never noticed that these words, the one thing often productive of the other, are spelled the same. Curious,