A Concept Is Stronger Than A Fact.

In Great Cities Where People Of Ability Abound, There Is Always A Feverish Urge To Keep Ahead, To Set The Pace, To Adopt Each New Fashion In Thought And Theory As Well As In Dress - Or Undress.

We Are Pushed Forward By The Social Forces, Reluctant And Stumbling, Our Faces Over Our Shoulders, Clutching At Every Relic Of The Past As We Are Forced Along; Still Adoring Whatever Is Behind Us. We Insist Upon Worshipping 'the God Of Our Fathers.' Why Not The God Of Our Children? Does Eternity Only Stretch One Way?

The Mother As A Social Servant Instead Of A Home Servant Will Not Lack In True Mother Duty. From Her Work, Loved And Honored Though It Is, She Will Return To Her Home Life, The Child Life, With An Eager, Ceaseless Pleasure, Cleansed Of All The Fret And Fraction And Weariness That So Mar It Now.

I'm Sure I Never Used To Be So Sensitive. I Think It Is Due To This Nervous Condition.

In Business Life, That Is, In Its Material Processes, We Eagerly Accept The New. In Social Life, In All Our Social Processes, We Piously, Valiantly, Obdurately, Maintain The Old.