Judge — April 6, 1912 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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EDITORIALS Capital. LL LABOR is capital in another form. A man’s earnings, repre- senting the investment of his effort, mark his worth. President Henry U. Mudge, of the Rock Island Railroad, put pregnant thought into a message to the 35,000 employes of that corporation when he said that a man who earns $1,000 a year represents a capital of $25,000. President Mudge'’s compari- son of such a man to a locomo- tive was graphic in its intima- tions. ‘*You may not have as much pull as a locomotive,"’ said he, ‘‘but you ought to have as much push; and you can last a lot longer and run a great deal further than the best en- gine ever built. Most of all, you can make yourself constant- ly worth more, while the loco- motive is never worth a cent more than it was the day it was built. It rests with you to make your $25,000 valuation climb to $50,000, to $100,000, to $500,000. Select your food with care. Treat decently the body on which your mind de- pends for its strength and sanity. Above all, feed your mind. Like the engine, you can’t work unless you stay on the rails and keep where the boss can find you. And remem- ber that no callboy ever found , an engine in a saloon, dive, or other place of that sort.”” Here js an inspiration to am- bition in any line of work. It should be considered by every young man in any vocation, laboring either with mind or hands. There is opportunity in any field fora man to increase his ‘‘capitalization."’ What he may be worth depends not so much upon the character of his work as upon the way he does that work and his outlook upon related things. If he is careful of his health, if he feeds his mind, if he steadily tries to master new detail, if he seeks to do something bet- ter than his fellows, if his eyes are fixed upon future possibilities as he himself may develop them, it would not be wise to say that in any field he will remain stationary. It depends upon the man himself as to what his future may be. Easter ! The joyous Easter season is not with- out its material and terrestrial aspects, as well as those esthetical and celestial. It is universally marked by changes of fashions and garbs, In northern re- gions, where old King Cold, seated on throne of ice, has for months ruled with iey scepter and crown of frost, Easter. marks nature's revolution and the over- throw of the monarch with cold feet. The streams break from the embrace of ice, and, after a riot of freshet and flood, settle down and move on to the sea with gentle murmurings. The grass changes from dusky brown to emerald green, trees begin to leaf, IN! AND OUT. In again, out again, Taft again and flowers to bud. Many who have worn heavy clothes all winter begin to think of camphor, and some turn their thoughts to pawnbrokers, who make ad- vances on clothing not in use and who guarantee against moths. Some give contemplation to spring medicine for the blood, liberal doses of which they consider necessary to insure health. Finally, but by no means least in this brief resume, at Eastertime spring fever may be expected to make its appearance, with the mind inclining to somnolence and the body to languor, when thoughts turn lightly to the good old summertime and we babble of green things. The Season of Anticipation. Ours is a generation that looks for- ward. Easter is with us now, but al- ready each in his or her own mind is anticipating coming days. Men who follow outdoor occupations have been in large numbers idle when the mercury was seeking low levels, and they are rejoicing in the prospects that are ahead. Young men and maidens, who have had to ‘‘sit in’’ all winter, may now prepare programs for walks hand in hand through leafy lanes and think of ice-cream-soda- water dispensaries. Mother and the children are doubtless hoping that funds will be left, after settling for the Easter dressmaking and the millinery, for papa —dear old papa!—to consider the subject of summer vacation. And papa himself—well, he is thinking, too; and, for he is sly in his way, maybe he is thinking about some plans which he would not like to have get into print. Who Is the “Angel?” Printing offices in New York, Jersey City, and Trenton are turning out tons of Wilson “‘literature,’’ including por- traits as large as life or larger of New Jersey's Governor, who not so long ago was asking for a pension from the Carnegie fund. Expensive Wilson head- quarters are open at several points. Droves of Wilson agents are at large seeking delegates to the Baltimore cunvention. And still the wonder grows as to where the money that is be- hind Dr. Wilson, whose heart has so recently taken to bleed ing for the people, comes from. He surely seems to have hitzhed his wagon to some plutocratic star, all right. The dog days came early this year. They began with the introduction of the Missouri ‘‘Houn’ song.'’ One does not need to have the gift of prophecy to predict that in one form or another the song will protract the dog days until November, even if Champ Clark, to whom it was dedicated, shall not be in the presidential running. There is one fear, and that is that it may be over- sung and that the appearance of a singer will cause an outbreak of rabies long before November. comicbooks.com