CURRENT POETRY.
Camping Out.

BY BLISS CARMAN.

Has your dinner lost its savor,
Has your greeting lost its cheer?
Is your daily stunt a burden?

Is your laughter half a sneer?

There's a medicine to cure you,
There's a way to lift your load,

With a horse and a saddle and a mile of open road.

Is your eyeball growing bilious?

Is your temper getting short?

Is this life a blind delusion,

Or a grim, unlovely sport?

There's a world of health and beauty,
There's a heap that can not fail,
In a day behind the burros

On a dusty mountain trail.

Come out, old man, we're going

To a land that's free and large,

Where the rainless skies are resting

On a snowy mountain marge.

When we camp in God's own country,

You will find yourself again,

With a fire and a blanket and the stars upon the plain ! -From The Reader Magazine.

Virgilia.

BY EDWIN MARKHAM.

[This poem, we are told, is Mr. Markham's first lovepoem to appear in print.]

I

Had we two gone down the world together,

I had made fair ways for the feet of Song. And the world's fang been but a foam-soft feather, The world that works us wrong.

With you the cloud of my life had broken,

And the heavens rushed up their final height: That lone last peak of my soul had spoken, That last peak lost in light.

If you had but stayed when the old sweet wonder
Was a precious pain in my pulsing side!
Why did you hurry our lives asunder-
You, born to be my bride?

What sent it upon me-my soul importunes-
All the grief of the world in a little span,

All the tears and fears, all the fates and fortunes,
That the heart holds for a man?

Is this then the pain that the first gods kneaded
Into all joy that the bright world brings?
Did the tears fall into the heap unheeded,
These tears in mortal things?

But why it was that the whole world wasted,
This you will know when they count the tears,
After the dust of the grave is tasted,

After this noise of years.

Yet some things stay tho a world lies broken,
I keep some things that were dear of old-
That first kiss spared and that last word spoken
And the glint of your hair's faint gold.

IF YOU WANT.

THE BEST TAFFY

IN THE WORLD

Never Soils or Spoils

DAY'S White Paste

It's the paste that sticks, but doesn't leave a sticky look. It's always ready in our Handy Paste Jar, for Office or Home or Photos. Pasting is a pleasure when done so easily, cleanly and well. Sample Sent Free Have your dealer get Day's. 25c. jar, 156. jar, or in bulk.

MANDY PASTE JAN

DAYS

WHITE PASTE

DIAMONU PASTE COME*

DIAMOND PASTE CO., 80 Hamilton St., Albany, N. Y.

I will go down to the wide wild places,

Where the calm cliffs look on the shores around:

I will rest in the power of their great grave faces And the gray hush of the ground.

On a cliff's high head a gray gull clamors,

But down at the base is the Devil's brew,

And the swing of arms and the heave of hammers, And the white flood roaring through.

There on the cliff is the sea-bird's tavern,

And there with the wild things I'll find a home, Laugh with the lightning, shout with the cavern, Run with the feathering foam.

I will climb down where the nests are hanging,
And the young birds scream to the swinging deep,
Where the rocks and the iron winds are clanging,
And the long waves lift and leap.

I will thread the shores to the cavern hollows,
Where the edge of the wave runs white and thin;

I will sing to the surge and the foam that follows
When the dark tides thunder in.

I will go out where the sea-birds travel,
And mix my soul with the wind and sea;

Let the green waves weave and the gray rains ravel.
And the tides go over me.

The sea is the mother of songs and sorrows,
And out of her wonder our wild loves come;
And so it will be thro' the long to-morrows,
Till all our lips are dumb.

She knows all sighs and she knows all sinning,
And they whisper out in her breaking wave;
She has known it all since the far beginning,
Since the grief of that first grave.

She shakes the heart with her stars and thunder
And her soft low word when the winds are late;
For the sea is Woman, the sea is Wonder-
Her other name is Fate !

King of Them All "

and the most unique business proposition that the man who shaves himself has ever faced.

One of the many reasons for its success is because it has thoroughly, convincingly, and scientifically solved the shaving problem and is fast eradicating the barber habit with its expense and discomfort. The Gillette Safety Razor is different mechanically from any razor made, and is technically superior, as hundreds of thousands of Gillette shavers will gladly attest.

Let the Gillette theory convince you as it has others.

No matter how tender your face or how wiry your beard, the Gillette Safety Razor will give a clean, even, and velvety shave without fear of cutting or irritating the skin.

The Gillette Safety Razor costs complete $5.00. Sold everywhere at this price-is beautifully finished, triple silver plated, comes in a compact little velvet-lined case.

Each Gillette set consists of 12 double-edged wafer blades.

These blades are hardened, tempered, ground, and sharpened by a secret and patented process and

NEVER REQUIRE HONING OR STROPPING

Think of always having a blade in perfect order. Think of the time, money, and labor you save because the Gillette blade is different from other blades and each will shave from 20 to 40 times. With 12 blades at your disposal you will have

Over 400 shaves at less than one cent a shave

after which you can purchase 12 new blades for $1.00.

Ask your dealer for the Gillette Safety Razor and accept no substitutes. He can procure it for you.

Write for our interesting booklet to-day, which explains our 30-day free trial offer. Most dealers make this offer; if yours does not, we will.

GILLETTE SALES COMPANY

1140 TIMES BUILDING, 424 STREET AND BROADWAY, NEW YORK

KING

with

$1.75 Door "Sectional

Bookcase

Pronounced the Best by its Thousands of Users The Lundstrom cases are made under our own patents, in our own factory, and the entire production is sold direct to the home and office. That is the reason we can offer them at such reasonable prices, In purchasing a Lundstrom Sectional Bookcase you are not helping to test a doubtful experiment, but are getting an article which time and experience have proven a wonderful success. Our sectional bookcases are the product of years of undivided attention to this one line of manufacture. Every book section has non-binding, disappearing glass door and is highly finished in Solld Golden Oak. Tops and bases, $1.00 each. Write for illustrated catalogue No. 85 I All Goods Sold Direct From Factory Only

The C.J. LUNDSTROM MFG. CO., Little Falls, N. Y., Mfrs. of Sectional Bookcases and Filing Cabinets

The finest dentifrice is helpless without me.

Sold Only in a Yellow Box-for your protection. Curved handle and face to fit the mouth. Bristles in irregular tufts-cleans between the teeth. Hole in handle and hook to hold it.

This means much to cleanly per

sons-the only ones who

like our brush.

The Prophylactic

5

Adults' 85c.

Youths' 25c. Children's 25c.

By mail or at dealers. Send for our free

booklet, "Tooth Truths." FLORENCE MFG. CO., 14 Pine St., Florence, Mass.

Perfect CADILLAC

Transmission

Built upon principles ac-
knowledged to be the only
correct ones, mechanically, for
its particular duty, the Cadil-
lac transmission combines
strength, durability and quiet-
ness, involving complete util-
ity of power and requiring
the least possible attention,
With the aid of this wonder-
ful piece of mechanism the
Cadillac approaches closely to
being actually trouble-proof,
and is the most economically
maintained of all motor cars.
The transmission of the four-
cylinder car affords three
speeds forward-the first
and only car with the plane.
tary gear system to offer this
advantage.

Model F-Side-Entrance Touring
Car, $950.
Model B-Touring Car, with detach-
able Tonneau, $900.
Model E-Light, stylish, powerful
Runabout, divided seat, $750.
Model D-Four-Cylinder. 30 h. p.
Touring Car, $2,800.
All prices f. o. b. Detroit.
Write for Catalog A D, and
address of nearest dealer, where
you may see and try a Cadillac.
CADILLAC AUTOMOBILE CO.,
Detroit, Mich.
Member A. L. A. M.

I will go back to the pains and the pities
That break the heart of the world with moan;
I will forget in the grief of the cities

The burdens of my own.

There in the world-grief my own grief humbles,
My own hour melts in the days to be,
As the wild white foam of a river crumbles,
Forgotten in the sea.

--From The Cosmopolitan.

Joseph Jefferson.

BY RICHARD WATSON GILDER.

Some element from nature seems withdrawn, The world we lived in being of his spirit wrought

His brightness, sweetness, tender gaiety,

His childlike, wistful and half-humorous faith
That turned this rough earth into fairyland.

He made our world, and now our world is changed.

The sunniest nature his that ever breathed;
Most lovable of all the sons of men;

Who built his joy on making others happy;
Like Jesus, lover of the hills and shores,
And like him to the beasts and flowers kin,
And with a brother's love for all mankind,
But chiefly for the loving-tho the lost,
In his own art-ineffable, serene,
And mystical (not less to nature true
And to the heart of man) -his was the power
To shed a light of love on human waifs
And folk of simple soul. Where'er he went,
His very presence made a holiday-
Affectionate laughter and quick, unsad tears.

From dream to dream he passed on Shakespere's day

So delicate his mind to pleasant thought,
So deep his fealty to that great shade;
He being, like him of Avon, a fairy child,
High-born of miracle and mystery,

Of wonder, and of wisdom, and of mirth.
-From The Century.

Locomotive.

BY MARY FLOYD MCMULLEN.

A tilting knight across the fields and plains,
With waving smoke plume in his helmet bright-
The rankèd forests fall before his might,.
The mountain's heart is pierced,
And prostrate 'neath his conquering tread
The pallid waters spread.

Nor was a paladin of old, perchance,
More puissant in the realm of high romance.
-From Everybody's Magazine.

PERSONALS.

The Englishman Couldn't See the Joke.Joseph H. Choate, former Ambassador to Great Britain, since his return to this country, says the New York Times, has been telling this story as indicative of the average Englishman's notorious inability to see the point of a joke:

"On one occasion,' remarked the ex-Ambassador with a smile, 'I was propounding the time-honored conundrum about the difference in the manner of death between the barber and the sculptor-the answer being that while the barber curls up and dyes, the sculptor makes faces and busts.

"One of the party to whom I was relating this seemed to be particularly impressed by it, and a few days after I heard him trying to tell it, with the following results:'

"I heard an awfully good story the other day about the difference between a barber and a sculptor. It makes me laugh even now to think of it. You see, the barber curls up and busts, while the sculptor makes faces and dies. Pretty good, isn't it, bah Jove?'