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deform the mental and spiritual estate. We should have many acquaintances or none. When two men begin to “tell each other everything,” they are hiking for senility. There must be a bit of well-defined reserve. We are told that in matter-solid steel for instance-the molecules never touch. They never surrender their individuality. We are all molecules of Divinity, and our personality should not be abandoned. Be yourself, let no man be necessary to you—your friend will think more of you if you keep him at a little distance. Friendship, like credit, is highest where it is not used. I can understand how a strong man can have a great and abiding affection for a thousand other men, and call them all by name, but how he can regard any one of these men much higher than another and preserve his mental balance, I do not know. Let a man come close enough and he ’ll clutch you like a drowning person, and down you both go. In a close and exclusive friendship men partake of others' weaknesses. In shops and factories it happens constantly that men will have their chums. These men relate to each other their troubles—they keep nothing back—they sympathize with each other, they mutually condole. They combine and stand by each other. Their friendship is exclusive and others see that it is. Jealousy creeps in, suspicion awakens, hate crouches around the corner, and these men combine in mutual dislike for certain things and persons to this They foment each other, and their sympathy dilutes sanity-by recognizing their troubles men make them real. Things get out of focus, and the sense of values is lost. By thinking some one is an enemy you evolve him into one. Soon others are involved and we have a clique. A clique is a friendship gone to seed. A clique develops into a faction, and a faction into a feud, and soon we have a mob, which is a blind, stupid, insane, crazy, ramping and roaring mass that has lost the rudder. In a mob there are no individuals—all are of one mind, and independent thought is gone. A feud is founded on nothing—it is a mistake —a fool idea fanned into flame by a fool friend! And it may become a mob. Every man who has had anything to do with





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,

a 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 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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PHE 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
Poets 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 mind-
doing business on such a limited capital of

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