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communal life has noticed that the clique is
the disintegrating bacillus—and the clique has
its rise always in the exclusive friendship of
two persons of the same sex, who tell each
other all unkind things that are said of each
other-“so be on your guard.” Beware of the
exclusive friendship! Respect all men and try
to find the good in all. To associate only with
the sociable, the witty, the wise, the brilliant,
is a blunder-go among the plain, the stupid,
the uneducated, and exercise your own wit
and wisdom. You grow by giving—have no
favorites—you hold your friend as much by
keeping away from him as you do by following
after him.
Revere him-yes, but be natural and let space
intervene. Be a Divine molecule.
Be yourself and give your friend a chance to
be himself. Thus do you benefit him, and in
benefiting him you benefit yourself.
The finest friendships are between those who
can do without each other.
Of course there have been cases of exclusive
friendship that are pointed out to us as grand
examples of affection, but they are so rare and
exceptional that they serve to emphasize the

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fact that it is exceedingly unwise for men of ordinary power and intellect to exclude their fellow men. A few men, perhaps, who are big enough to have a place in history, could play the part of David to another's Jonathan and yet retain the good will of all, but the most of us would engender bitterness and strife. And this beautiful dream of socialism, where each shall work for the good of all, will never come about until fifty-one per cent of the adults shall abandon all exclusive friendships. Until that day arrives you will have cliques, denominations—which are cliques grown big -factions, feuds and occasional mobs. Do not lean on any one, and let no one lean on you. The ideal society will be made up of ideal individuals. Be a man and be a friend to everybody. When the Master admonished his disciples to love their enemies, he had in mind the truth that an exclusive love is a mistake-love dies when it is monopolized—it grows by giving. Love, lim., is an error. Your enemy is one who misunderstands you—why should you not rise above the fog and see his error and respect him for the good qualities you find in him?

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The Folly of Living in the Future

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HE question is often asked,

“What becomes of all the
Valedictorians and all the
Class-Day Poets?”
I can give information as
to two parties for whom
this inquiry is made—the
Valedictorian of my class

is now a most industrious and worthy floor-walker in Siegel, Cooper & Company's store, and I was the Class-Day Poet Both of us had our eyes fixed on the Goal. We stood on the Threshold and looked out upon the World preparatory to going forth, seizing it by the tail and snapping its head off for our own delectation. We had our eyes fixed on the Goal—it might better have been the gaol. It was a very absurd thing for us to fix our eyes on the Goal. It strained our vision and took our attention from our work. We lost our grip on the present. To think of the Goal is to travel the distance over and over in your mind and dwell on how awfully far off it is. We have so little minddoing business on such a limited capital of intellect—that to wear it threadbare looking for a far-off thing is to get hopelessly stranded in Siegel, Cooper & Company. Of course, Siegel, Cooper & Company is all right, too, but the point is this—it was n't the Goal! A goodly dash of indifference is a requisite in the formula for doing a great work. No one knows what the Goal is we are all sailing under sealed orders. Do your work to-day, doing it the best you can, and live one day at a time. The man that does this is conserving his God-given energy, and not spinning it out into tenuous spider threads so fragile and filmy that unkind Fate will probably brush it away. To do your work well to-day, is the certain preparation for something better to-morrow. The past has gone from us forever; the future we cannot reach; the present alone is ours. Each day's work is a preparation for the next day's duties. Live in the present—the Day is here, the time is Now. There is only one thing that is worth praying for—that we may be in the line of Evolution. AYBE I am all wrong about it, yet I cannot help believing that the spirit of man will live again in a better world than ours.

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Fenelon says: “Justice demands another life to make good the inequalities

of this.” Astronomers prophesy the existence of stars long before they can see them. They know where they ought to be, and training their telescopes in that direction they wait, knowing they shall find them. Materially, no one can imagine anything more beautiful than this earth, for the simple reason that we cannot imagine anything we have not seen; we may make new combinations, but the whole is made up of parts of things with which we are familiar. This great green earth out of which we have sprung, of which we are a part, that supports our bodies which must return to it to repay the loan, is very, very beautiful. But the spirit of man is not fully at home here; as we grow in soul and intellect, we

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