of youth, for
while it is true some of the most successful men of our country
graduated from the high school of "hard knocks" and universities of
adversity, yet the humblest toil is more easily accomplished and
better done where college education guides.

To college education, however, I would add the education which comes
from rubbing against the world. Some one has said: "For every ounce of
book knowledge one needs a half dozen ounces of common sense with
which to apply it." Douglas Jerrold said: "I have a friend who can
speak fluently a dozen different languages but has not a practical
idea to express in any one of them."

An old woman suffering from rheumatism was asked by a friend: "Did you
ever try electricity?"

She answered: "Yes, I was struck by lightning once but it didn't do me
any good."

In this many sided age one needs to educate muscle, nerves, heart and
conscience as well as brain. That man who is all brain and no heart,
goes through the world with his intellect shining above his bosom like
an electric light over a graveyard.

Young people, do you know you live in a testing world, a world in
which all buds and blossoms are tested? The bud that stands the test
of wind and frost goes on to flower and fruitage; the bud that can't
stand the test goes with the dust to be trampled under foot. Every
cannon made by the government is tested; the cannon that can stand the
test goes into battleship or land fort, the cannon that can't stand
the test goes into the junk pile.

Yonder in Virginia a few years ago, there was a young man who had
everything an indulgent father could give him, but in school his
character could not stand the test, and he exchanged his books for
wine and cards. He married a beautiful young woman, shot her to death
in his automobile and died himself in the electric chair, leaving his
old father in a desolate home with harrowing memories tearing his
heart; while over the life of an innocent babe he hung a cloud as dark
as was ever woven out of the world's misfortune, and sent another life
to wander in painted shame outside life's eden of purity, the barb of
conscious guilt to be driven deeper and deeper into her soul by the
scorn of a pitiless world. All because young Beatty could not stand
the test!

Harry Thaw had everything wealth and refinement could bring into a
young life, but he sacrificed all upon unhallowed altars, and with the
brand of Cain upon his brow, he was cast into a