Life — February 18, 1904 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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“THR NOBLE REV MAN HAS MORE MAIR THAN HIS PALE-PACED BROTHER." & passenger, when he jumps ou one, may be marred for life, have his feelings lacerated, or contract pneumonia, bron- chitis or tonsilitis, But at present, dear children, we are secure. As long as our charter holds out and the public stands it, we are safe. Tom Masson, Civilization and the Savage. Cuarter Ose. y, He was a free, contented native of a gil beautiful Pacific island; free to fe come and go, contented with his simple life and surroundings. Worries and troubles he knew not. The earth and sea supplied his wants, and he was happy with his wives and children and harm- less gods. One morning on waking he saw a ship at anchor in the bay, and a boat coming ashore, with a strange looking man wearing glasses and carrying many books seated in the bow. It was a missionary. “T have come,” said the representative of the Foreign Mission Society, ‘‘ to convert and civilize you, to drag you out of the mire of ignorance. You are a poor, lost, miserable wretched, damned sinner. For- sake your false gods and evil, imquitous ways, and flee from the wrath to come. If you will return with me I will show you the manifold blessings and glories of civilized, enlightened and Christian nations.” So they sailed away together. Cuarter Two. The missionary and his subject for conversion had arrived. Before and around them spread a panorama. “ INJUN GOT STUFF MAKE HAIR GROW QUICK.” Here, an immense gathering of fashionably-dressed people were piling money on collestion plates, while a sleek, well- fed Foreign Mission Board looked approvingly on. It was fashionable. The same grandly-dressed gathering, on emerging, were seen to draw their skirts aside and pass with looks of disgust and contempt their own needy, starving country people. ‘ . There, a howling, maddened mob, armed with guns and clubs, was burning a terror-stricken, screaming negro at the stake. He was suspected, but not proven to be guilty of crime. On one side, an excited, yelling crowd applauded two men, who, on a raised, roped-in platform, were endeavoring to maim and knock each other sense- less. Here, a huge concourse of people applauded as heroes a number of padded, blood-thirsty, kicking, tearing warriors, who savagely jumped on and broke each other's limbs while chasing a leather ball. There, cock-fighting was in full blast and live pigeon- shooting was being indulged in, while heartless fiends were tearing living animals to pieces little by little, in the name of Science. People were being crashed and burnt in railway tunnels —victims to greed. Fashionable crowds were noticed in gilded temples offering up prayers, but on emerging from the honses of worship were heard to criticize the wearing ap- parel of other worshippers, vilify their neighbors’ characters, and repeat scandalous stories. The whole nation grovelled before and worshipped a huge golden idol, and obeyed the whip-lash of its master, a comicbooks.com