By Willard Allen Colcord, Author of "The Rights of Man"
Coming to Aid Men and Religion Forward Movement
It is perhaps quite generally known that Mr. William T. Stead, the noted English journalist and peace advocate, who, with sixteen hundred others, lost his life in the wreck of the steamship Titanic Sunday night, April 14, was a Spiritualist. In a cablegram to the Washington "Post" of January 17, 1909, Mr. Stead said:
"New and wonderful letters are reaching me almost daily from my boy Willie, who died a year ago. . . . He says that the spirit world is quite as anxious to establish communication with this world as we are with it. For many years I have known that spirit communications were a reality. . . . In my opinion, not only experts, but ordinary men, will be able to communicate with those who have gone before. It is all a question of faith and of knowing how. The method whereby ordinary people may communicate with their relatives and friends whom they ignorantly suppose to be dead, I shall shortly attempt to make plain. Undoubtedly, the greatest development lying before the present century will be the bridging of the gulf between this world of change and the future world of changeless immortality."
In the spring of this same year, Mr. Stead, "acting under the direction of the spirit of a well-known Chicago woman," Miss Julia A. Ames, formerly editor of the "Union Signal," official organ of the W. C. T. U., who died seventeen years before, established in London a "spirit telegraph office," where "those who had passed over could communicate with the loved ones behind." An account of the establishment of this "bureau of communication between the two sides," was published in the Washington "Post" of May 28, 1909. In this Mr. Stead quoted a "letter" which he professed to have received from Miss Ames, in which she said:
"I have long wanted to establish a place where those who have passed over could communicate with the loved ones behind. At present the world is full of spirits longing to speak to those from whom they have been parted. It is a strange spectacle. On your side, souls full of anguish and bereavement; on this side, souls full of sadness because they can not communicate with those whom they love. What can be done to bring these somber, sorrow-laden souls together?
"What is wanted is a bureau of communication between the two sides. Could you not establish some such sort of office with one or more trustworthy mediums? If only it were to enable the sorrowing on earth to know, if only for once, that their so-called dead live nearer than ever before, it would help to dry many a tear and soothe many a sorrow. I think you could count upon the eager coöperation of all on this side."
Acting upon this suggestion, Mr. Stead established the bureau referred to.
That Mr. Stead died a Spiritualist, and was ardent and active in his belief in it to the last, is confirmed by the following from the New York "World" of April 19, 1912, which appeared among the numerous accounts of this latest and greatest of maritime disasters:
"Frederick K. Seward, who sat next to William T. Stead at the Titanic's saloon table, told of the veteran English journalist's plans for his American visit. His immediate purpose was to aid in the New York campaign of the Men and Religion Forward Movement.
TALKED OF SPIRITUALISM
"Mr. Stead talked much of Spiritualism, thought transference, and the occult," said Seward.
"He told of a mummy case in the British Museum, which he said had had amazing adventures, but which punished with great calamities any person who told the story. He told of one person after another who, he said, had come to grief after writing the story, and added that, altho he knew it, he would never write it. He did not say whether ill luck attached to the mere telling of it.
"Stead also told, Seward said, of a strange adventure of a young woman with an admirer in an English railroad coach, which was known to him as it happened, and which he afterward repeated to the young woman, amazing her by repeating everything correctly, save for one small detail."
That intelligent men, such as Mr. Stead, should be captivated and captured by the dark, mysterious, and uncanny workings of Spiritualism is an evidence of the insidious power and deceptive nature of this modern form of an ancient delusion, and ought to be a warning to others of like or less intelligence and mental acumen to be on their guard against it, and to give it a wide berth. His story concerning the "mummy" in the British Museum is an evidence of the superstition connected with this doctrine founded upon the first great lie—"Ye shall not surely die"—and is on a par with the like superstition connected with the "sacred relics," such as the nails of the cross, the bones of the saints, and other similar alleged sacred souvenirs so much made use of even to the present time. It sounds like a story from Lourdes, or of sacred images which at night have been said to leave their cabinets, or places of confinement, and go about performing miracles. It must be classed with the rankest superstition and demonology. After reading it, one is not so surprised that about sixteen years ago its author started, and for some time edited, a magazine called "Lucifer."
In the story concerning the strange adventure of a young woman in a railroad coach, is seen not only the tendency of Spiritualism toward the sentimental and immoral, but its power to pry into the hidden and unknown, and, to some degree, its ability to reveal secrets.
And that Mr. Stead, permeated with Spiritualistic views and beliefs as he was, was coming to America to "aid" the Men and Religion Forward Movement, is also significant, and ought itself to arouse suspicion as to the character and workings of this movement. In Washington, D. C., this movement, which has simply been carrying out a program laid down by the Church Federation at Philadelphia in 1908, allied itself with the Roman Catholic Church. Had Mr. Stead lived, it would, it appears, have allied itself, through him, with Spiritualism,—a significant triple alliance.
Shortly after the great disaster on the Atlantic, we predicted that Spiritualists would doubtless soon be professing to have received messages from Mr. Stead. True to this conjecture, before a week had passed a family of Spiritualists in Washington, living but a short distance from our house of publication here (only two blocks), claimed to have received such a message. The following, under the caption "Stead Spirit Message," is the account given in the Washington "Post" of April 21, 1912, of the receipt of this message:
"That William T. Stead, who was lost on the ill-fated Titanic, has already communicated with his friends through a medium, is the announcement made by Arthur R. Colburn, a prominent member of the local bar, and a resident of Takoma Park. Mr. Colburn for some time had been a friend of Mr. Stead, both being believers in Spiritualism, and often exchanging their ideas in long letters to each other. Mr. Stead was exceedingly active in the Spiritualistic movement in England, and Mr. Colburn announced that English Spiritualists would soon begin to receive messages from Mr. Stead.
"The first message from Mr. Stead is said to have been received on Friday night at Mr. Colburn's residence on Carrol Avenue, Takoma Park, Mr. Colburn taking the message down in shorthand as it came from the lips of the medium at the rate of eighty words a minute. An improved ouija board was used, which Mr. Colburn asserted was the only one of its kind in the world, explaining that it was made according to the directions of the spirits themselves. A greater speed is possible on the board than the old board allows.
"The alleged call from Stead came at 8:30 on Friday evening, while Mr. Colburn was playing the flute, when he got an impression that his spirit 'guide' had something to tell him. He then got word that Stead was present and would talk. Six persons were present during the receipt of the message, among them being the Post representative. From the message it is said to be evident to Spiritualists that Stead, after going down with the Titanic, retains an interest in his work among Spiritualists on earth, and is anxious that it go on.
"The medium experienced a feeling of suffocation during the receipt of the message, which Mr. Colburn asserted was caused by Stead's drowning after the Titanic made her final plunge. The alleged message, exactly as transcribed from Mr. Colburn's shorthand notes, is as follows:
"A SUPPOSED MESSAGE RECEIVED
"(W. T. Stead:) No possible excuse—and yet it has happened. And I am present; but I feel that some other time you will greet me with a better feeling than now.
"If I could see you I would be glad, but the time has not yet come when I can see you. Before long I will strengthen up and be present—a power, as you will look for me to be. I am now feeling so overwrought that I can not stay, nor feel that I could speak to you with any degree of certainty or possible . . . (chance) you could understand me or what I would wish you take down. Let time of a few days come to me, and help me out of the powerful feeling of remorse and regret. I left so great a work only started that I am now weak and nerveless in mind and heart, and can not say with you all present here what I would like to lay down for real truth of what I have passed through. Now I take my leave. Let me express to you my pleasure at some other time at what I still have left me, a source of coming back, and strength from which to draw in my time of weakness and trouble.
"I now say good night to you here, and take with you each grateful thanks. And I will tell you all the facts, for I am not biased in any way; nor can I feel that it will not be correct to speak of as the truth—for which I stand.
"In the meantime, farewell."
"Mr. Colburn said that he is looking for another message from Stead in the next few days. He hopes that the second message will contain details of the calamity."
This message, weird, indefinite, unsatisfactory, yet suggestive, enticing, and awakening an interest and expectation for more to follow a little later, is characteristic of Spiritualism, if it does not sound much like the lucid and forceful writings of Mr. Stead while living. The circumstances have changed. Mr. Stead has been drowned, and hence the "sensation of suffocation" on the part of the medium, and the "weak and nerveless mind" of Mr. Stead, his inability to say much at this time, and the need of the passing of a few days to help him out of "the powerful feeling of regret and remorse" which he was experiencing in this his "time of weakness and trouble." It would not do for the "spirit" of any of the hundreds lost on the Titanic to reveal too much concerning the disaster before the Senate Committee probe and other boards of inquiry had ascertained the facts.
On another page of this same paper the statement is made that "William T. Stead, editor of the 'Review of Reviews,' stood by Captain Smith, and without trepidation went to his last reward." But if the passing to one's "last reward" leaves one in such a condition as this spirit message represents Mr. Stead being in, the alleged glories of the doctrine of the immortality of the soul and reward at death are shorn of much of their luster, and believers in the doctrine, we should think, might well query if after passing from this life one were not better really dead than alive. The whole ouija board message may well be classed with the "peepings and mut-11terings" of ancient sorcery and witchcraft, and credited to the spirit workings and satanic delusions of the latter days.
Through these alleged messages from Mr. Stead, he, tho dead, may do more to advance the cause of Spiritualism through his death than he did during life. And Mr. Stead is not alone. The world at large, and the religious world particularly, is getting ready for this great, overmastering latter-day delusion. Not long ago Bishop Samuel Fallows, of St. Paul's Reformed Episcopal Church, Chicago, speaking on "immortalism," or "the science of talking with spirits," predicted that before long this science would become a routine study in the public schools, like spelling or arithmetic, and said:
"In the enlightened days to come we shall be able to converse with spirits of departed friends and relatives. Their state will be made known to us through these communications. They will be able to advise us on knotty problems, and the ancient Biblical days, when communications from above were comparatively common, will have returned in part."—Washington "Post," August 31, 1909.
The only safeguard against this strong and enticing delusion is familiarity with, and a firm belief in, the plain teachings of the Word of God. This Word teaches that the dead are dead, and that the only hope of life beyond the grave is in Christ and the resurrection from the dead. W. A. COLCORD.
Washington, D. C.
A NEW WEAPON OF WARFARE
Dr. Tufts on Sunday
By Walter Owen
(By Walter Owen in Colton Daily "Courier" of June 8)
DR. G. L. TUFTS, of the Lord's Day Alliance, and the Pacific Coast secretary of the International Reform Bureau, came to Colton Sunday afternoon to deliver an address on the proposed Sunday law for California.
Dr. Tufts has been doing that kind of work on the coast for several years, and led the movement at the last legislature for a California Sunday law.
The present campaign is designed to secure the same kind of a statute, by means of the initiative, and the doctor and his colaborers are seeking to secure 31,000 names of voters on a petition to have the proposed legislation placed on the ballot this fall.
It will be noted that Dr. Tufts pursues his ordinary vocation on Sunday, tho he insists that nobody else shall have the privilege. He even uses the trains of a grinding seven day corporation on that day, and thus himself helps to oppress the train men who "never have a day off." The doctor reminds one very much of the man who "left off reforming himself, and went to reforming the nation."
In his address at the Methodist church last night, Mr. Tufts denied that the proposed Sunday law is a religious measure, and declared it had nothing to do with a union of church and state, tho in his prayer just a few minutes before, he pleaded with the Lord to help the people keep Sunday as a holy day, and not as a holiday.
He also quoted favorably from an eminent Frenchman, who declared that there can be no religion without the Sabbath.
The logic of that is, unquestionably, that the enforcement of the Sabbath is the enforcement of religion.
As an introduction to his remarks, the doctor read from the Scriptures the admonition to the princes of Judah to bring no burden into Jerusalem on the Sabbath day. Wonder how the reverend gentleman would have got into Colton with his luggage yesterday if that kind of a law were enforced here.
According to the reformer, California is almost the worst state in the Union, because it has no Sunday law.
I haven't the statistics, but the veracity of that statement is doubted. The doctor quoted no figures for his assertion, and it is pretty safe to assume that this state does not compare unfavorably with others. In fact a statement in Dr. Craft's book, "The Sabbath for Man," in answer to the question, "Where have you seen the best Sabbath observance?" answered, "Among the Christian people of California."
There is a law in this state now which makes it illegal for any employer of labor to cause his employees to work more than six days in seven. To be sure it is not enforced, but neither was the Sunday law of California a number of years ago. The San Francisco Examiner said of that statute, just before its repeal in 1882: "The law is inoperative, and its repeal would only lop off a dead branch from the tree of legislation. Sunday would be just what it is now." And that was true.
It is a fact that several hundred people were arrested, but juries absolutely refused to convict, and the law was a dead letter.
It is true that employees are often worked too long hours and too many days in succession, but there is no record that any Sunday law ever helped matters any. They have been tried in all the Eastern states and Southern states, but have absolutely failed to help labor conditions, tho they have put a good many honest people in jail, notwithstanding exemption clauses, of which Mr. Tufts makes so much.
The gist of the whole matter is that Sunday laws are wrong. They are religious, and their enforcement is the enforcement of religion. In fact many of the Sunday law advocates make no bones of its being a religious statute. Jonathan Edwards, one of the leaders in the movement, has said, "We want state and religion, and we are going to have it." Another leader of the movement, in the organ of the National Reform movement, the Christian Statesman, says, "To be perfectly plain, I believe that the existence of a Christian constitution would disfranchise every logically consistent infidel."
Dr. Tufts is working toward that end. He belongs with the people who are seeking union of church and state, or of religion and state, which is the same thing; and the mild Sunday law he is now proposing, is only to establish a religious precedent in political affairs.
An Aerial Torpedo
An aerial torpedo which will speed over land and sea with aim so deadly as to revolutionize the methods of modern warfare. It is an invention of a young Australian engineer, Arthur Dunbar Wigram. The photograph is from a model.
Religious Rights of All
We ask for no exclusive immunities. We disclaim all right of human government to exercise over, or fetter in the least, the religious rights of any being. Might is not right, neither does the accident of being a majority give any claim to trample on the rights of the minority.—From an Appeal by the Seventh-day Baptist General Conference in 1846.
The Speed of Communication
On April 4, 1818, Congress passed a law respecting the American flag. The law was to become effective on and after the following July 4. The Washington Gazette of April 10, 1818, complained that sufficient time was not given before the new law went into operation. One of the reasons assigned was that "it will take one month at least before the provisions of the act will be known at New Orleans." In 1912 it takes but a moment to do what required a month in 1818.
"The Head of the Company"
The Story of One Mother's Work
MAY I have Harry Gould for a partner, mother? I like him, and he is interested in things I am. I just feel sorry for him. He don't have any chance at all!"
"A partner, did you say? A partner in what, Ralph?" the mother asked, smiling across the table.
"Why, a partner in my work, in my experiments, in my learning about things and how to do things," the boy answered with the fire of earnestness and enthusiasm flashing up in his eyes.
"What! Am I to be dropped?" asked his mother, still smiling over her teacup.
"O, of course not, mother. You're the head of the business—always was, and always shall be! But I just thought maybe you could help two boys as well as one. Harry and I would be doing the same things, you see."
"But what is the matter with Harry?" the mother asked, not in the least objecting to Ralph's plan, but, like a wise diplomat, wishing to understand fully the case in hand. "Why, doesn't Harry have all he needs? You say he has no chance."
"Well, mother, it's just like this: There isn't a place in their big house on Nob Hill for a boy's room and workshop. You know I went home with Harry last night. They have parlors, and a library, and a music-room, and a smoking den, and all that sort of thing. Harry's room is nice, too. But, honest, mother, it's so awful nice that he can't have any good times in it. He took me up-stairs to see a hangbird's nest and some curious rocks he found in the country. When we got up there they were gone. He went to his mother about it, and, if you'll believe it, she just laughed and said, 'We can't have such rubbish in your pretty room!' And she or the maid had burned up his bird's nest and thrown away the curious stones. My! but he looked glum, but he didn't say half I wanted to. I'm downright sorry for him. They might just as well throw him into the street along with the stones."
During Ralph's long speech a shadow swept over his mother's face, and Ralph read her sympathy before her answer came.
"Certainly, I shall be glad to have you take Harry Gould for a partner, if this is what you mean. But do you think his father and mother will be quite willing that he should spend his spare time here?" said his mother.
"They won't either of them care, I'm sure. I don't s'pose they know where he is, anyhow. He told me his father went to business before he and his mother were up in the morning, and came home so late that he sometimes didn't see them for a week. His mother goes off to parties and clubs, and Harry says he gets awful lonesome, and so he goes 'most anywhere evenings."
"Bring him here, Ralph; I want him as much as you do," said Ralph's mother.
All through the day thoughts of Harry Gould brought a shadow to the face of Mrs. King, Ralph's mother, and her heart warmed toward the boy who "didn't have any chance." She knew his father to be a prominent business man in the city, and his mother's name often appeared in the society columns of the Daily Leader. In her thoughts of Harry there came thoughts of other boys of well-to-do families, as unhelped as was Harry. "O," she said to herself, "the rich need helping as much as the people of the slums."
Business had kept Ralph's father out of the city for weeks at a time for much of Ralph's life, and to the mother had fallen most of the care and training of the "Little Prince," as the more immediate friends of Mr. and Mrs. King had dubbed the boy since he first came to be one of the Kings' household. So "Little Prince" he still was, and he had learned, as well as any son of a royal house, that he was being trained to a kingdom—a kingdom of usefulness, where truth and faithfulness are armor and crown.
When the boy first lay upon his mother's breast, she felt her insufficiency, as every mother must, but she felt the greatness of this gift divinely committed to her care.
Prayer led her to the Wise for wisdom, and, as the boy grew, he did not grow away from his mother. Ralph was now fourteen, and with his mother he had learned the beauty of the world, and the days were all too short to hunt out its treasures, and to study its wonders.
Museums and parks and menageries and libraries were visited; excursions into the country came into Ralph's training and education; access was arranged to machine-shops and printing-houses and factories. And all these visits were supplemented by home study, experiments, and attempts to make or put into practise something he had learned.
In all his investigations and work, Ralph's mother was, as he had said, "at the head of the company."
"How do you ever get time for it all?" an intimate friend had asked when she found Ralph and his mother one day arranging a battery and running telegraph-wires from room to room. "You must have to study day and night."
"Study!" laughed Mrs. King. "I never studied harder in school, nor was it ever so delightful. I never began to study so in my Browning club, nor in my sorosis. But," she added, with a voice sweet and very earnest, "my Browning club and sorosis were interesting and helpful, yet not to be compared with this. This work is preparing the 'Prince' for his kingdom, you know."
That night Harry Gould came to the study room and the workshop. To him it was the beginning of a new life—the opening of doors into a world of which he had all along had dreams, and for which he had been hungry all his life.
There the boys worked out experiments, turned inventors, and learned to use their brains and their hands. There they telegraphed—startling messages the world was yet to hear. There they built boats stanch enough to carry cargoes that were to help in life's long voyage. And there it was that Harry's father found his boy, weeks later, when he "came to himself." And this is the way it happened:
Mr. Gould left the counting-room earlier than usual one evening. A spirit of unrest seemed to have settled upon him. His usually accurate brain refused to do its duty, and, closing books and desk, he went home.
"A beautiful home!" he said in his heart, as he lingered a moment in the bright light that streamed from its windows, and the thought of Harry gave a warm thrill to his heart. As a little later he entered the parlors and saw a group of friends, he remembered that his wife had told him that the card club were to meet there that evening. None was playing, however, and a heavy gloom shadowed the place. "Not playing?" he said. "How's this?"
"O, George, you haven't heard!" exclaimed his wife. "Such a dreadful thing has happened! You know Rose Dale belongs to our club; she was to have been here to-night. Mr. Bruce called for her, and it is he who has brought us the word. They have just learned that her brother, David, has shot himself. He had become a gambler, and had lost his own and his employer's money. He could not bear it. Poor, poor boy! Poor Rose! You know what a brilliant young man he was—a young man of such promise; and—don't you remember?—he came with Rose and learned to play—here—at our club. I recall his wonderful skill; he seemed a born player. How we cheered him on! And it has come to this!" Mrs. Gould could say no more for weeping.
A pallor came into the man's face as he listened, and the shock to him, as to them all, was terrible. But somehow his own boy's face seemed ever to rise before him, until at length he asked:
"Where is our Harry, Grace?"
"Why, really, George, I don't know," his wife answered. "He has been out evenings a great deal lately, with Ralph King, on Granger Street, I think."
With a half groan the man went out. Somehow the tragedy whose shock was upon him, compelled thoughts of Harry, and he realized how little was being done to save his own boy. A grip like a hand of steel seemed upon his heart as he rang the bell at the little house on Granger Street. "Can you tell me where Harry Gould is?" he asked, as his ring was answered.13The door of a large room just across the hall stood open. This was the boys' room. Harry, surprised, heard his father's voice, and called in answer, "O papa, come in here and see what we are doing." An angel's song could not have been sweeter at that moment to the father's ear. Mrs. King led the way, and for a moment the man stood in the door. He saw half-finished boats, miniature engines, cases of tools, and the meaning of the room flashed upon him.
"See, papa, we are printing our own newspaper," said Harry proudly, pointing to a hand-press which the young printers were manipulating. "Isn't this a nice room?" he went on, "and it's all Ralph's, and I'm his partner, and we're learning so much! Ralph's mother helps us. It's the best place I ever went. I just wish all boys had such a chance!"
"I wish so, too," said Mr. Gould, with a mist shining in his eyes.
After that night things were changed at the Goulds' home. There was no more danger of a hangbird's nest ever going into the fire again, or of specimens being thrown away, and when Mr. Gould took both boys to Yellowstone Park that summer, they went as three good comrades.—Christian Herald.
The True Man
By James Russell Lowell
He stood upon the world's broad threshold wide;
The din of battle and of slaughter rose;
He saw God stand upon the weaker side,
That sank in seeming loss before its foes.
Many there were that made great haste, and sold
Unto the cunning enemy their swords.
He scorned their gifts of fame and power and gold,
And, underneath their soft and flowery words,
Heard the cold serpent hiss; therefore he went
And humbly joined him unto the weaker
part;
Fanatic named and fool, yet well content
So he could be the nearer to God's heart,
And feel its solemn pulses sending blood
Through all the wide-spread veins of endless
good.
— Lowell.
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Vacation and Recreation
In addition to its usual line of timely matter, the Signs of the Times Magazine for August contains several articles suitable to this hot month of the year. The cover design is a view of Yosemite Valley, with its high arching trees, showing the waterfall and the green valley, between the trees, in the distance. An oil-painting. Following is a partial list of contents:
"Come Apart and Rest" is a vacation article, written from Christ's invitation to His disciples. It gives some very suggestive lessons, and draws practical suggestions with reference to true recreation.
"How to Be Comfortable in Spite of the Weather" is the title of another article, especially timely for August. It is written by Dr. Paulson, medical superintendent of the Hinsdale Sanitarium, Illinois, whose writings are well known and appreciated by the readers of this magazine.
"Spiritualism; Its Latest Phase," by the editor, brings the development of Spiritualism down to date. It shows the real power behind this movement, and the wonderful advancement which this modern delusion is making at the present time.
"The Responsibility of Capital" is another article dealing with current events, bearing a moral, and pointing out logical results that are certain to eventuate as warranted by the facts and the predictions of prophecy.
"The Second Coming of Jesus — Greed as a Sign of the End," by Prof. George W. Rine, is another contribution in a series of articles which have appeared in the greater portion of the magazines this year, from the pen of this graphic, trenchant author.
"The Heavens Declare His Glory" is an astronomical article by Guy M. Green. In the past there has been a great interest on the part of the readers in our astronomical articles. We commend this to their interest and attention.
"The Value of Sanitation in Panama," by B. E. Connerly, is an article of interest just now, as the work of Panama is rounding out toward completion. It shows what sanitation will do in what was one of the most disease-ridden sections of the country.
"The Sabbath for Man," by George A. Snyder, is the first of a series of articles on this subject by this well-known writer on Biblical subjects. We trust the series will be read by a large circle of our readers.
"An American Reformer," by Mrs. E. G. White, continues the series of articles appearing from this well-known author.
"Death; What It Is and Why It Is," by William Covert, continues the studies on man's nature and destiny.
"The Creative Word and the Sabbath," by the editor, presents some considerations from the evolutionary and scientific aspects of this subject.
The articles on China, which were temporarily broken into, are resumed by an illustrated description of "Chinese Dwellings," by Mr. Stafford.
The Bible reading is a study on the subject of "The Ministration of Angels."
The Signs of the Times Magazine for July was a record breaker in the matter of sales. The largest number that has been printed for several years, 55,000, was printed. At the time of this writing, there is no question of complete sale of the edition, and it has further been demonstrated that five or six thousand more copies could have been sold had they been printed. July is always a good month with the Magazine, and we will have to lay our plans another year to print close to 75,000 copies of the July number. This shows that the work, with this magazine at least, is growing.
We are glad for the increase in our audience, as it means greater possibilities for good in reaching the additional number with our message.
Ten cents in coin or stamps to the Signs will bring you a copy of the August number. It is well worth your time and money.
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