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Gisborne Times, Volume XXV, Issue 2049, 9 April 1907, Page 4

Mr. Henry AVhitohou.se, J.P., of tlie Goseloy Blast Furnaces, has been found lying dead upon a heap of old 'lodgers and hills in some disused offices of tlio works. A revolver, with one discharged barrel, was in bis right baud. There is nothing a Briton so much dreads as to he conspicuous. For this reason he loves convention. For this reason, too, no man in the world is •so well dressed as the Briton ; it helps him to pass unnoticed, and so his correct soul is at peace. Even the ar- , lists of the divine arts in Great Britain have so succumbed to the prevailing tyranny that nowadays a poet cannot ho distinguished from a , prosperous stockbroker. Putnam’s j Monthly (New York). Mr. Keir Hnrdio’s latest venture j in prophecy. “Socialism,” ho said, - in a recent address, “is going to ride 1 the State.” He added immediately , afterwards that Britain would fall i us the Roman Empire fell. “The Labor Party is a standing proof that i the class which was supposed to bo s born bridled and saddled and ready - to bo ridden over is climbing its way 1 into the saddle, and intends to ride the Stato for good or for evil. Rome 1 did not collapse solely because of 0 slavery, but because of excess of e wealth and the corruption that followed in its train. AVe do not require 0 to look far afield for a caso in which u a nation is following footstep by foot--0 step tlio very pathway that led Romo > to its ruin. AA’hat about India? It is held by the sword, and its people r are being ruined by poverty at the r hands of their while conquerors. Tlio s same applies to the nativo races in ' New Zealand and Australia. The !1 same causes which brought about tlio n downfall of Rome arc working to-day c in Great Britain.” AVlio and what are the British ’ Labor Party? asks tlio Spectator. Not trade-unionists; for, on the one j. hand, the conference was not prepared to endorse the decision of last Trade Union Congress, which was de- , finitely Socialist, while, on the other, , wo have the testimony of Mr. Clyues, , M.P., that some trade unionists aro “the most stupid Tories.” Clearly j the principle which holds together the trades unions is not that of the l Labor Party. Again, it has not the , support of all individual unions, for the Minors’ Federation is opposed to its Parliamentary organisation. It is not Socialist; for it. rejected a resolution pledging it to Socialism by a large majority, but, on the other hand, it unanimously passed a resolution on the subject of unemployment of an extreme Socialistic type. The truth seems to be that there is no corporate mind in the party, whose raison d’etre is that it represents a class rather than a policy. If this be so, the. only salvation for it ’is a strong leader. AA'g of this generation (says the AVorld’s AA’ork) shall see man fly. I Nothing is more sure than that the I air has been conquored, and that the I primary secrets of aerial navigation have been discovered. AVe only now I await the perfection of details before every man will order out liis flying- I machine with as little concern as be I now commands his horse or bis motor 1 Already progressive men speak in a I casual way of having ordered one or I more flying-machines from tlio makers. The writer well remembers hear- I ing a man speak of ordering a motor- I car when such a remark was so novel I as to attract instant attention. Yet I but a few days since the same man, I now a well-known peer, calmly spoke I .of having ordered an airship from ono of the best-known makers. It can hardly be said that any makes I of airships aro well known so far, hut at any rate tlio statement has I marked a period for me who heard I it, just as did the former remark of nearly 15 years ago. I A jovial man with a fondness for liquor met a gentleman in the street I the other evening. “Shore yer’or, I sliold choppio, cumand’avea slidriuk,” I said the wine-lover, unsteadily holding forth an uncorked bottle. “No, thank you,” was the reply, but on second thoughts the request was I made, “Lot me have a look at it,” I and at the same time the face of tho I jovial ono was scrutinised. “You’re I name is ?” “Sh-yes,” was tho I leply. “And you aro a prohibited person?” “Sh-yes.” “Then I will have to take this bottle round to the I pclice station.” Tho bibulous ono I had accosted a policeman in plain I ■clothes (Constable Irwin), and will I in duo course bo asked to account I *¥???■ the bottle. Colonel Lagercruntz, the newly• I appointed Swedish Muiister at Washington, has an interesting life-story I (says tlie London Daily Express). Twenty years ago be was moving in I the best society of Stockholm—a lieu- I tenant in Ivng Oscar’s army, marked for promotion, and a favorite with I the ’ King. Three months later he I was kneeling in a disreputable ball I in tlie poorest district of Stockholm, I by the side of some of Sweden’s most I degraded characters, a convert at a I Salvation Army mooting. Twelve I .months later he was roughing it in I this country. In those days the I Salvation Army was not a popular I movement. Mini, stale beer, and I flour wore the usual portion of the I wearers of the uniform, and Lager- I eiantz got his share. He was soon I promoted to a colonelcy. Then eir- I cumslnnees led tp his retiring from I active Salvation Army service—although lie still maintains his rank, I and wears his uniform. He has been I closely connected with the King of I Sweden for some time, and has been I managing one of his estates. His I wife, once a Court beauty, became a I Salvationist before her wedding. I