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the miracles great debates have been waged. Jesus himself seemed to regard them as incidental. He sought wherever he could to avoid them, and frequently warned those whom he healed to say nothing about it.
"His life is the great miracle. His conception of God as Father is the central fact of his life. Of these I am sure and for me, they are enough.
“I believe in the church. Of course the record of the church is not perfect. What human institution or profession is perfect? Is medicine? Is law? Is banking? Is government? Toward all these institutions I exercise a spirit of cooperation, recognizing that they are human and imperfect, but recognizing also that they are struggling upward toward ideals and that they deserve my confidence and help.
"Surely the church has a right to claim the same indulgence and sympathy which I extend to every other human enterprise. It is nothing but a group of weak and tempted people like myself, who recognize their imperfections just as clearly as do their critics. But they represent, as best they can, the ideals of the finest character which the earth has ever known. Out of their benevolence have come our colleges, our hospitals and charities. What good works of equal value have their critics erected? Down through the age3 the altar fires have been kept burning and from the churches have emerged the men and
women of achieving faith. My place is inside trying to build the church more strongly, not outside helping to tear it down,
"I believe in people. The worst thing that can be said against the church is that its theology has portrayed men and women as children of the devil, whereas Jesus regarded them as sons and daughters of God. Men and women are magnificent. Consider any
common life-driven by work and worry, harassed by pain, facing the certainty of death-see the courage of it, the eternal hope, the fine faith that tomorrow will be bet
ter, that somehow there is meaning to existence, and that character is worth its cost! Every such life is a great drama.
"Finally, I believe in God's power to succeed. Step by step the universe is working out the details of his infinite plan. I do not pretend to understand the plan. I cannot explain why God allows pain and suffering, though without suffering no high char. acter is possible.
"But of one thing I am assuredthat God's thoughts are so much rast. er than our own that what seems unreasonable and 'meaningless to us may be perfectly clear and kindly as an infinite plan. We have only touched the fringes of his mysteries. From the dawn of creation the stars have traveled their silent courses, but only yesterday did we begin to know anything about them. For thousands of years the air has been full of voices and music. All was silence to
ears until the radio camebut the voices and music were always there. What other undiscovered mysteries lie about us? What continents of unexplored delights? We can only vaguely guess, but surely we have seen enough already so that only a fool would dare to use the foolish word "impossible.' A God whose thought is far beyond us can be trusted to think right.
"God has only started his great adventure in the development of sons and daughters. To the success of the enterprise he has pledged all his pow. er and wisdom. I do not ask that I shall understand every move in the program. It is enough for me to do my work and to know that in what he has started he will surely succeed."
This, then, is the story of a typical American woman, and these are the seven points of her belief. They are not a creed; they leave many matters unsettled which to other minds are essentially important. But of these seven firm convictions she is sure and through an active and useful life, as I have said, they have stood the test.
Follow the Leader
Condensed from Collier's, The National Weekly
AST summer I made four
months' automobile tour of
Europe, from Spain to the Balkans. I heard American jazz music everywhere. And in the wake of American music have come American cars, American phonographs, American merchandise of all kinds.
The possession of an American car or of an American-made piano is considered the height of affluence and taste. It is fashionable to own them. All the best articles of toilet, both for men and women, are either of American origin or counterfeit. In Spain, men's ready-made clothes are simply called "Americano." You don't ask for a coat-you ask for an "Americano."
The Americanization of France can hardly be described. American methods of industry, American banking methods, American street cars, American underwear for men, razors, automobiles, phonographs, American dentists, American doctors, have become the thing.
The younger Frenchmen, especially, vie with one another in looking as American as possible. Tailors who employ American cutters are the ones most sought after. American shoes are the style. American hats have replaced the borsalino. And every time I sail for the United States my French lady friends beg me to bring them silk stockings. “One is 'chic' in American stockings," one of them explained.
American jazz songs, when tranglated into French, retain at least one verse in the original. More English words and American slang steal into the French language in one year than hundreds of years of close contact with the English have introduced.
On the French bills of fare in the restaurants one finds "Hamburger
Steak," "Bacon and Eggs," "Boston Beans.” In the language of sport, many of our terms are definitely incorporated into the French tongue. French writers use American terms freely and they become part and parcel of the living language. In Paris they played Eugene O'Neill's Emperor Jones, The Hairy Ape, and Anna Christie, and there were pages and pages in the newspapers about the new stagecraft of the Americans. French musical comedies try to imitate the Ziegfeld shows. Only a few years ago the contrary was the case. American vaudevillists and acrobats crowd the variety stage. American popular songs are immediately translated and have a great vogue.
Never before have SO many Frenchmen spoken English, or attempted to speak English. ... Beards and mustaches have disappeared on the boulevards. Last year in Germany there appeared several books about America, so enthusiastic, so flattering, the best American cannot read them without blushing. Henry Ford's book has had an unusual sale over the
whole of Europe. In France Jack London's books sell into the hundreds of thousands; Oliver Curwood is as popular there as here. Fennimore Cooper is being read with great gusto. Every important American novel is translated into German first, then into Scandinavian, French, Italian, etc.
In Italy, a banker said to me: “If we could introduce the American banking system here, within a short time we would become as prosperous as you are there. What is holding Italy back is an ancient banking machinery. Only American methods can save us."
“We have all things America has," was the burden of almost everybody's claim, “but our factories, our institutions, our politics are rusty, cumbersome old things. Our eyes are directed across the ocean."
In Austria and Hungary my gypsy friends greeted me with the newest jazz. I had been only two hours in Budapest when I was invited to a baseball game. I had not been that many hours in Bulgaria when I was invited to a football game, where the players were equipped with American gear. And I, who had come from America, seemed to be the only one who still wore a mustache! Even the Moldavians had succumbed to the American safety razor.
Only a few years before the World War, at the very mention of America everybody shrugged his shoulders. It was a country where someone went for the filthy lucre. No culture. No intellectual attainments of any kind.
Today you cannot pass down any of the principal streets of Madrid, Bucharest, Belgrade, Vienna, without seeing "American" something or other in the shop windows; and American moving pictures, of course, everywhere. Even the Tattars on the Black Sea listen to jazz. They wear B.V.D.'s instead of bathing suits.
In Turkey the red fez has been banished and the modern hat has become obligatory. Kemal Pasha is striving to introduce American methods and American goods.
Everywhere in Europe the good hotels claim to have “American installations."
If some financial adjustment were possible whereby the cost of things would not be so high, or the European money of most countries would not be so low, we should become the greatest exporting country in the history of the world, such is the craving and demand for American-made things.
Before the war French and German pianos were imported here. Today the demand for American pianos in France is greater than the possibility of delivery. Why, even American perfumes have taken the place of French ones! American tooth paste. American shaving cream. American cigarettes. Everybody is
anxious to possess, to use, something from across the sea.
In Servia and Bulgaria, in Rumania, in Czechoslovakia, American agricultural machines have entirely superseded the ones of German make, though Leipzig and Koln are manufacturing them much cheaper. Every ofice in Europe that wants to look like an office has at least one American typewriter. In Austria and Hungary and in the Balkan COUDtries the gasoline filling stations advertise American gasoline and oil, though native oil is cheaper,
There is not an illustrated paper, from Spain to the Balkans, even down to Turkey, that does not contain at least once a week an illustration of something or other from America, the country of wonders. Europe has gone America-mad. France and Austria are fast losing their proverbial politeness. It is stylish to be brief and abrupt.
When our gates were open and immigrants from all over the world poured in, Europe was very skeptical about us. Things American were looked at with suspicion. While they could come here, only a certain class came. The rest shrugged shoulders at the mere mention of America. But after the war everyone talked about our stringent immigration laws. Those who, years before, had looked down upon those who had gone suddenly discovered that they had
never wanted anything strongly as to go to America.
One world-famous European writer said to me: “The walls of Jericho fell after seven days of the blowing of the ram's horn. The walls of Europe are now falling to the sound of the drum and the saxophone. Traditions as well as thrones are being shaken to pieces by tom-toms and charlestong. Ere long we shall have the United States in Europe.
“When the history of old Europe shall be written, a hundred years from now, the historian will have to keep in mind the great day when tbe American immigration quota became a law."
A Day in a Senator's Life
Condensed from The Nation's Business (February, "Z7) A8 Told by a Member of the Upper House to Robert B. Smith NCE a United States Senator was I endeavor to have the sister of an
asked: "How much are you a Irish constituent admitted as a non
statesman and how much an er- quota immigrant. I drop into the rand boy?” He answered: “Ninety office of Wilbur J. Carr to inform percent errand boy and 10 percent him I have three young friends who statesman, and maybe I'm overdoing are anxious to get into the consular the statesman."
service. I asked one of the influential and
The White House is next on my active members of the Senate, chair- itinerary. The President listens atman of powerful committees, and tentively as I tell him of the great inholder of important posts, to keep a justices being done to my state in memorandum of all his activities on the distribution of federal patronthe day following. Here is his
age. Then I break the news to him record:
that I have a distinguished constituArise at 7 a. m., bathe, shave,
ent who is anxious to serve his counbreakfast. No sooner do I dip my spoon try in some diplomatic post... That into the grapefruit than the tele- task accomplished, I leave for the phone rings. A constituent who was Pension Office. A veteran constituvice-chairman of a county committee ent, who served in the Civil War, is during the past campaign has just due for an increase in pension. He arrived on the Patronage Limited. is not able to make the trip over to He wants to see the President, and Summerworth, so I induce them to he wants to get into the Senate gal- issue a special order to have the exlery. I tell him, of course, I'll take aminer go to his home. care of all his wants. I write a note
I arrive at my office and find the to Rudolph Forster to look after him at the White House. Then I ar
reception room filled with persons
waiting to see me. They give me range for him to visit the presidential
looks which seem to imply: “This is yacht Mayflower, and to go through
a pretty time for a United States the Government Printing Office.
Senator to be arriving at his desk.” On my way down town, I stop at
They are sight-seeing tourists. I the Veterans' Bureau. There I in
give them cards to the Senate galquire, “Where are the papers in the
lery, and arrange an appointment for case of John Smith, who was gassed
them to shake the President's hand. in the St. Mihiel offensive, and why
I send them away with a card enis he getting only 75 percent disability allowance when any one with a
titling them to inspect the Booth
relics at the Treasury. grain of sense ought to know that he is entitled to at least 100 percent."
Senators get to be sight-seeing Next, I call on Internal Revenue
guides after a few years in WashingCommissioner Blair, to talk to him
ton. Without a moment's hesitation about a constituent whose automo- I can tell a visitor how to get to bile has been confiscated by prohibi- Arlington and what time the car tion agents after it had been cap
leaves for Mt. Vernon. tured in a rum case. I explain that A negro is next in line. He was the constituent is a school teacher a delegate to the first Republican who never took a drink in his life; convention and voted for Coolidge. that the automobile was stolen from He thinks he hasn't been properly rehim and used for this purpose. . . I warded, and wants the postmasterhurry down to the State Department. ship in his home town. I "end" him
$5 and send him away happy... The next gentleman introduces himself as "the man in the gray hat who was first to shake hands with you after your speech in Kokomo ip 1922." He has a case in the Internal Revenue Bureau; and his own Senator hasn't been able to do anything about it; hence he appeals to me.
Next, I dash off a note for an old campaign worker and tell him how to get to the Republican National Headquarters. A woman whose grandmother was born in my state appeals to me to help her find a job. She heard Washington was the place to come for a job, and in view of her close connection with my state she thought of me first as the proper person to assist her. . . Then comes a boy from my home town who wants to study law. He has received a catalog which tells him how he can work at any easy government job during the day, earning enough money to pay all expenses, and then go to school at night. So he wants to accept "a position in the Governinent:" I explain that I may be able. to get him something in the folding room. He leaves after giving me the distinct impression that all his folks will vote for my opponent in the next primary.
A couple of newspaper men use up some more time asking aimless questions. ... Then I begin dictating a few letters. I am interrupted by the telephone. "Did you forget the meeting of the Committee on Indian Relations?" I rush over to the committee room.
The hour of 12 having arrived, I enter the Senate Chamber and sit watchfully alert through the morning hour, on the look-out for Senators trying to get extraneous matter into the Record. More pages arrive with more cards. I meet a fashionable and effusive lady who seems to know me well without my knowing her. She wants to get into the gallery and finds everything crowded except the space set aside for senators' families and diplomats. I inform her that I am unable to aid
her. She turns away scornfully and no doubt writes to her friends in my state, urging them to punish me on election day.
A delegation arrives to urge me to go to Central City to deliver an address on the occasion of the opening of the new Elks Temple. I tell them regretfully that I have already made an engagement to speak to the Kiwanis Club at Zenith Falls on that date... I inform William Jones that the Post Office Department is adamant in its refusal to extend R. F. D. No. 5, although I consider it an outrage that the route should end at the fork of the creek when everyone knows it should run beyond the cross roads.
A colleague asks if I can't get him another clerk on his pay-roll. Another Senator asks me to help his bill to allow a claim of $6500 for "a poor devil who needs the money." He promises to do as much for me when he can get a chance.
I invite a very influential citizen from my state to lunch. He orders an expensive meal, while I lunch frugally on crackers and milk. He wants to meet all the celebrities about.
After the afternoon session, I go back to my office to assail the mountain of letters that buries my desk. At 6:30 I call it a day. I start home only to remember that I promised to meet some gentlemen at the Army and Navy Club to discuss a bill which they want me to introduce. .. I go out to dinner and sit beside a lady who wants to get her son into the Foreign Service. I get the point of her remarks and promise to do all I can.
I give my wife the high sign, and we leave for home. After going to bed, the telephone rings. Wearily I stagger to the 'phone. It's a newspaper man. He says: "Senator, what's the situation on the World Court?”
It is hard to get away from the conclusion that Senator really works for his $10,000 a year.