A Modern Miracle.

Here is a liner gliding quietly into her berth with less fuss than an old-time horse would have made at a hitching post. In that enormous bulk, handsomely lined, the progress of the human race in invention is embodied. Run the mind to the mines that yielded the metals for the machinery and other equipment; to the forests that gave timber; to the foundries; to the shipyards—and think of all the energy and skill required to make that servant of mankind and endow her with mighty life. Here she comes with folk and merchandise from a score of countries. On the wide high seas she has been a miraculous wagon hitched to a star from the navigation bridge, and all the way she has been in radio speech with the ends of the earth—but to the waiting water-sider she is just a “job,” and to the taxi-man, a fare. Well, that is natural enough, for in the workaday world the breadwinner finds himself compelled to be more interested in pottage than in poetry.