There is on record the case of a man who "pleased not himself," but he thereby brought into the world greater possibilities of pleasure to others than all the self-seeking characters that have lived since Adam and Eve partook of the forbidden fruit and destroyed their own happiness.

THE CRAVING FOR NEWS

Hunger gives eagerness to the appetite and relish to the

taste.

Hunger for news is an inborn trait developed into an insatiable passion.

The questions which spring oftenest to human lips are these: What is the news? What has happened? What's going on?

These queries in all their varied forms begin in babyhood, strengthen in childhood, intensify in youth, and become insatiable in adult life.

The little boy with his new story or secret to tell has his counterpart in the grown person with a newspaper.

The news! our morning, noon, and evening cry,

Day after day repeats it till we die.

For this the cit, the critic, and the fop,

Dally the hour away in tonsor's shop;

For this the gossip takes her daily route,

And wears your threshold and your patience out;
For this we leave the parson in the lurch,

And pause to prattle on our way to church;

E'en when some coffin'd friend we gather round,

We ask, “What news?”—then lay him in the ground.

And what a mighty agency has been established for the dissemination of news! All lands abound with it. Every city and hamlet have it. That would be a slow and sleepy neighborhood which has no newspaper.

It is chronicled that a French physician first projected a regular printed newspaper. He had found his professional visits

so welcome whenever he had any news or gossip that he applied to Cardinal Richelieu for a patent to publish the Paris Gazette, in 1622.

But there had been written sheets of news distributed long before that time, and in Nuremberg as early as 1457 there had been a daily record circulated, though no copy of it has been preserved.

The first American newspaper was published in Boston, September 25, 1690. It was called Public Occurrences, and was devoted to "truth, conscience, and religion."

It seems like a pity that the thousands of newspapers founded since that time have not adhered a little more closely to the original pattern; at least, had they not magnified so much the follies, vices, and miseries of the multitudes, society would have been the gainer.

AS YOU TAKE THEM

The experiences of life are about as you take them. A hard knock is a lay-out to some, and a bracing-up to others.

Life is a training school. Disaster, misfortune, fatigue, and exposure are the teachers. Kicks, cuffs, and blows are the textbooks.

Commencement day arrives only when we quit the school. We take our diploma along as a voucher in the great beyond. It is remarkable how differently the students view the discipline. Some get angry and pout. Some give up and cry. Others stand up and conquer. Happy they who emerge as

masters.

Different are the ways of looking at things. Here are illustrations:

Raindrop the first: "Always chill, chill, and wet, tossed by the wind, devoured by the sea." Rain-drop second: "Aha! The sun kissed me, the flower caught me, the fields blessed me." Brook the first: "Struck by the rock, dashed off the mill

wheel." Brook the second: "I sang the miller to sleep. I ground the grist. O this gay somersault over the wheel!"

Horse the first: "Pull! pull! pull! This tugging in the traces, and laying back in the breechings, and standing at a post with a sharp wind hanging icicles to my nostrils." Horse the second gives a horse laugh: "A useful life I have been permitted to lead. See that corn! I helped break the sod and run out the furrows. On a starlight night I filled the ravines and mountains with the voice of jingling bells and the laugh of the sleigh-riding party. Then to have the children throw in an extra quart at my call, and have Jane pat me on the nose and say, 'Poor (?) Charlie.' To bound along with an arched neck, and flaring eye, and clattering hoof, and hear people say, 'There goes a two-forty.''

Bird the first: "Weary of migration. No one to pay me for my song. Only here to be shot at." Bird the second: "I have the banquet of a thousand wheatfields, cup of the lily to drink out of, aisle of the forest to walk in, Mount Washington under foot, and a continent at a glance."

You see how much depends on the way you look at things.