We rush through life in such a hurry these days, that there is little or no time or thought for the refinements and courtesies that in the good old days of our grandparents were considered necessary to good manners.
The man or woman who has really good manners, nowadays, we distinguish as being of the "old school."
Unfortunately, the old school is passing away, and there is no new school to take its place.
We seem to be drifting into the idea that good manners are a rather boresome and indefinable something in the way of an affectation which we may put on with our best clothes for weddings, parties and other such affairs, but not to be carried about with us on ordinary occasions.
We have come to regard common courtesy as a time consumer and a waste.
Rapid communications have corrupted good manners, for the speed with which we can travel or transmit news has aroused a nervous impatience of delay which is fatal to courtesy and manners both in spirit and form.
We no longer write the good, long, warm, soul-satisfying letters that were written in the old days.
Formerly letters were dignified and interesting, but now they are neither.
We imagine we have no time to write elegantly and in a spirit of impatience we scribble a few lines to some friend when there is no escape from the painful necessity.
And the letters of today show that their writing is a task, not a pleasure.
Once upon a time it was good manners to hold old age in reverence, but it is not so any more.
Whatever we may actually feel in the heart, our attitude toward the old indicates that instead of regarding them with reverence we consider age the synonym for incapacity and boredom.
It is an age of ill manners in both men and women.
Garish vulgarity taints what is regarded, commonly at least, as the best society.
So far we have sunk that the men of genuine courtesy and polish must balance it with some sort of coarseness or be damned as a "sissy."—St. Paul Daily NewsComments (3)
Minnetonka Record, November 21, 1902
Drunk for the first time! What an experience! Do you want such an experience just to acquire a practical knowledge of the peculiar sensations brought to nerve and brain by intoxication? You will pay dearly for the whistle.
Do you know what it means to be drunk for the first time? Let me tell you.
(1) You will not be ashamed of yourself. You will want to know if anybody saw your unsteady steps. "Who saw me reel and stagger? Who heard me say the foolish and disgusting things which I do not remember saying?" Those will be your anxious questions.
(2) You will be surprised. You will wonder how it could have happened. You never intended that such a thing should come to pass. In reply to friendly warning you said:—"I have too much self-respect to get caught in that way. There is no danger. I have self-control." The surprise will be in this, that you are not as strong as you thought you were.
(3) You will be disgraced.
The story will be told and repeated beyond your knowledge of the fact. How it sounded! "So-and-so was drunk last night." Your friends will deeply feel the burning shame. Your mother and sister will weep. Your fair name will be tarnished. And please remember when a reputation is lost it will not be easily regained.
(4) Your character will suffer. You will be mentally injured. Your will power will be weakened. Momentum in the direction of a profligate life will be acquired. There is a strong probability that the young man who is drunk for the first time will soon be drunk the second time.
Please use your better judgment, and heed a note of warning.
Don't be too careless with poison. It will destroy. Don't fool with dynamite. It will explode. Don't play with a rattie-snake. It will bite.
Let alone that which has been the ruin of millions. And remember you are no safer and no stronger than the many who have fallen. If you have already taken your first, or second, or your third glass, and you persist in repeating the experiment, I sadly fear you will soon be drunk for the first time.
E. E. Rogers.Comments (0)
Minnetonka Record, January 20, 1905
When my wife and I came to San Francisco from New York we expected to settle, if not permanently, at least for a long time, but we have since changed our plans; why, the public might be interested to know, as our case is a typical one. We discovered that this part of the country is infected with its own peculiar affliction, which is of endemic form—a "native-born" product of the state, writes a correspondent of the San Francisco Argonaut.
Californianitis is principally a defective sense of proportion. We have no doubt that California is a big state, and that Californians are called to big things, but the native sons of the golden west might do well to remember that there is something else besides their state, and that there are some other people, and good for something besides serving as trinkets in their hands.
It had never occurred to us that we were "easterners" until we found ourselves chained to the triumphal car of some native daughter of California as she passed to her drawing rooms showing us as the victor's spoils. We found ourselves declared foreigners, and called upon for daily largesse of dutiful homage.
We look in vain for justifications of distinctively American pride, or developed Californian originalities; in fact, the chief things held out to us as the glores of California are the missions (which are Spanish), the Chinese quarters (which are oriental), the Mexican restaurants (which are half-breed), the the kaleidoscopic scenery (which was here some years before Californians).
The Californian refuses for his state the modest place claimed for itself by every other in the union, abreast of its sister states, but, on the contrary, insists upon for it an isolation, golden-haloed, though at times he himself be conscious that the golden halo is only plated wire.
In a recent issue of a San Francisco daily paper we read an editorial on the yacht races for the American cup, in which the editor mildly suggested that San Francisco might be a better place for the races than New York—there is certainly wind enough to swamp the yachts, but what about the fog?
This is funny enough; but irresistible is the idea of the chief objection he foresaw New Yorkers would make, the loss of trade brought by visiting enthusiasts—which, by the way, might number 10,000. Isn't this sizing things too much by local units, when it takes a Dewey parade with 3,000,000 visitors actually to crowd New York, and an extra 100,000 is there a wonted influx of ordinary travelers?
Some time ago a California writer, describing the mission period of Californian history, declared that the Spanish monks had given to the world a new style of architecture and a new form of the art, the mission furniture. The facts are, the mission architecture is nothing but the "barocco" style of ecclesiastical constructions used widely in Spain and Italy in the seventeenth century; and the mission furniture is easily to be found in all the medieval castles of Europe, with only this difference, that the former is made uglier and the latter cruder because of the want of suitable materials and good artisans.
Living in San Francisco would be particularly pleasant if it were normal, but since there is a bacillus here, too, and we must choose between the pains of Californianitis and the pangs of New Yorkitis, we prefer the latter every time.Comments (0)
Minnetonka Record, January 6, 1905
Topeka, Kan.—The manual training school is to be equipped with a newfangled drinking arrangement for the pupils, which Judge T. F. Garver, of the school board terms a "horse trough" arrangement.
The new drinking system is a cupless, dipperless affair, supposed to be highly sanitary and the latest thing in school drinking fountains. Instead of a cup or dipper, one who wishes to drink bends over the fountain and plunges his face, or part of it, in a bubbling stream of water forced upward through the fountain much like an artesian well.
It is really an adaptation of the old fashioned country school way of holding the cupped hand over the spout of the pump, while another pumps, and when the cupped hand is full of water, plunging the chin, nose, and forehead, if necessary, into the water, if the hand is big enough, while the thirsty one drinks.
These "horse trough" drinking fountains have been tried at the summer school and Supt. Whittemore reports that they are an excellent device. The special advantage is that the persons who drink do not use a common cup and there is no danger of communicating disease.Comments (2)
Minnetonka Record, February 3, 1905
The secretive, taciturn barber was finally induced to talk, says the Providence Journal. He remarked: "I've noticed one peculiarity about my customers that I could never quite explain. The less hair a man has the more attention he pays to it.
"There's a real estate agent who comes in here nearly every week for a hair cut, and if I shaved him clean from the back of his collar to his forehead you'd never know that I'd touched him. He's got a short, light colored fringe, that plays around under the rim of his hat, like the soft, fluffy fringe you see on those shawls the women wear over their shoulders, but you'd think to hear him that he could braid it and do it up in coils. Wants me to be particular and trim it close on the neck and around the ears. I humor him, of course. I take a handful of somebody else's hair and sprinkle it on the cloth I put on him and then I snip the air gently for ten or 15 minutes and make a great ado when I whisk him off.
"And when he leaves the chair and says he mustn't let it grow so long again. I say it was pretty long. I hope the Lord will forgive me. Nine out of every ten of the bald heads are that way; but men who've got plenty of hair will keep away from here until they look like the edges of an old-fashioned hayloft. It's curious and, as I said, I never could account for it."Comments (0)
Minnetonka Record, January 27, 1905
A little boy of eight years whose parents did not feed him on the right kind of food, was always nervous and suffered from a weak condition of the stomach and bowels. Finally he was taken down with appendicitis and after the operation the doctor, knowing that his intestinal digestion was very weak, put him on Grape-Nuts twice a day.
He rapidly recovered and about two months thereafter, his Father states, "He has grown to be strong, muscular, and sleeps soundly, weighs 62 pounds, and his whole system is in a fine condition of health." Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich.
It is plain that if he had been put on Grape-Nuts at an earlier period in his life, and kept from the use of foods that he could not digest, he never would have had appendicitis. That disease is caused by undigested food decaying in the stomach and bowels, causing irritation and making for the growth of all kinds of microbes, setting up a diseased condition which is the active cause of appendicitis, and this is more marked with people who do not properly digest white bread.
Grape-Nuts is made of the selected parts of wheat and barley and by the peculiar processes of the cooking at the factory, all of the starch is turned into sugar ready for immediate digestion and the more perfect nourishment of all parts of the body, particularly the brain and nerve centres.
Read the little book, "The Road to Wellville," found in each pkg.Comments (0)
Minnetonka Record, January 27, 1905
London.—Walter Whitehead, the well known Manchester surgeon, believes it possible that cancer may be due to bad teeth. Addressing the students of the Victoria Dental hospital the other day he said, that to drain, trap, and ventilate a house for man with bad teeth was waste of money, for he polluted the purest are as he breathed it, and contaminated the most wholesome food as he ate it.Comments (0)
Minnetonka Record, January 13, 1905