FOR THE FAMILY CIRCLE

ANARCHY.

Tear down the law I Break up the creeds
In politics, and smash the codes
And Constitutions! Throw order to
The winds, and crush the modes
Held sacred by the sons of men
Since Moses writ the precepts on the stone!
Fell citadels where potentates reside.
Fire templed monarchies in every zone.
In every clime betwixt the thundering seas!
Let Chaos rule the world's great marts,
Tear down the towers of the architect.
Soil all the grandeur of the finer art.
Cut, burn and bruise! Assassinate,
And let Disorder's blasting breath.
Blow down what man has built.
And leave the world a wilderness of Death.
Back to the goatskin garb again,
Or nakedness! Tear down the law.
And give the earth’s vast riches to
The sharpest tooth and the longest claw!

STORIES OF ROOSEVELT

An "Anecdotal Portrait of Col. Roosevelt," by Pernton Maxwell, published in the New Voice (New York) in May, 1899, tells these stories of the president. They are at least true to Mr. Roosevelt's character, as the country understands him:

"Aggressive fighting for the right is the greatest sport the world knows." That is the formula after which Theodore Roosevelt has patterned every important act of his remarkable career. H e is a born fighter.

Theodore Roosevelt’s popular nickname of Teddy was first applied to him while a student at Harvard. He had been in college less than a year when he did a thing which won for him the admiration and respect of juniors and seniors alike. This was the administering of a thorough and scientific drubbing to a fellow student, larger and more muscular man himself, but condemned as a bully of the worst type. The big fellow had singled out Roosevelt as the special object of his displeasure, and finally one day was challenged openly to combat in the big gymnasium at Cambridge. The challenge was accepted and the two youths met on the day fixed for the bout Teddy’s opponent was so anxious to beat his rival that while the two were in the act of shaking hands he sought to gain the advantage by landing a sharp blow on one Roosevelt’s ears with his free left hand. The blow was so obviously a foul one that the students who were gathered to witness the affair greeted the assault with cries of "shame!"

Teddy, however, merely stood still and smiled. He made no move to strike and did not speak a word for fully a minute. Then, to the astonishment and discomfiture of his opponent, young Roosevelt bowed politely and extended his hand. The big fellow hesitated, but finally decided to grasp the extended hand in the true preliminary form. The bystanders greeted his action with such jeers as only college boys can voice. This time the bully took no advantage of his opponent and the boxing match began in proper style. It ended in just as proper style, too, for the thrashing the larger man received was severe enough to keep him abed for a week afterward.

"The highest type of success in life is the result of strife," once remarked Gov. Roosevelt; and that he is a good fighter and a fair one he has demonstrated throughout his career. Another and even more exciting fistic affair befell him while roughing it in the west. It was oat is Men cad during a big roundup of cattle. The bad man who is always present upon such occasions was a local character known as Long Ike. This man had' the reputation of being quick with his shooting-irons and able to whip his weight in catamounts. He was tall, broad-chested and extravagantly muscular. He had imposed upon people for so long a time that he gradually came to believe in his own courage, though he was a miserable coward. At this particular roundup Roosevelt chanced to be one of a party in the only place of shelter on the prairie—the saloon. Long Ike sized up his man with a furtive glance and made his usual effort to impose upon the stranger. So sure was he that Roosevelt would submit that he did not take the precaution to make his usual bluff with his revolver.

But Long Ike had reckoned without his host, Roosevelt was on him like a wild cat. He gave the insulting giant a half nelson and showed his practical knowledge of wrestling gained at college by throwing the big fellow heavily to the floor. Then he turned him over like a cat playing with a mouse, stood him up and ran him out of doors, taking the bully's revolver away in the brief trip from the bar to the doorway. Long Ike returned to the fray, glowing white with rage. Roosevelt tackled him again and threw him out with more vigor than before. The man did not rise from the ground for five minutes and when he did he was too dazed to continue the fight. Roosevelt’s style of attack was so entirely novel and so beautifully convincing that Ike made no attempt to resent it in the bad-man way. He sneaked away from camp, never to return. The cowboys of that section referred to Roosevelt from that day forward as "that holy terror with the eye glasses."

As everyone knows, Gov, Roosevelt did not write his breezy books about big game hunting in the far west from material furnished at second hand. H e was as fearless in the pursuit of the grizzley[sic] bear as he was at a more recent date in the pursuit of lawbreakers in New York or still more recently of the Spanish enemy on San Juan Hill. His greatest achievement in the wild chase for dangerous quarry was in 1884, when he brought to earth a mountain bear that weighed 1,200 pounds. This happened in the Dakota wilderness and the story of the killing is of interest. At the time of the episode Roosevelt was established in Dakota as a rancher, but, being a millionaire, he was not looked upon by his cowboy neighbors as a sportsman of any considerable skill or prowess. His killing of the biggest bear in the state, however, made him at once an object of pride and envy to the community.

With a trusted cowboy companion Roosevelt sallied forth one morning in quest of game. It came sooner than the two lone huntsmen had expected. They were riding a narrow trail when the cowboy called Roosevelt’s attention to a curious formation of rocks directly ahead of them, They drew rein and were gazing at the natural wonder when a ferocious growl came from behind it. A moment later a bear, black as crime, thrust his ugly snout over the shoulder of the rock. The rifles of both men were leveled at the monster in the same instant, but just as the cowboy was about to fire Roosevelt yelled at him:

"Here, don’t shoot that bear I That’s my bear. I’ll shoot you if you shoot him!"

The cowboy employee stood between