people we have been accustomed to live under a system of
pure Socialism. Every Indian fought and accumulated property
for his tribe, not for himself. It was the tribal, not the
individual, welfare that engrossed him. But the white man's
world is different, and the Indian must undergo a
fundamental change in order to adapt himself to it.

You see, as a race, we are absolutely ignorant of commercial
matters, how to make money--and this is essentially an age
of commercialism. The Indian is rather of a philosophical
temperament, not practical, with very little artistic
development. Some of us make good minor mechanics,
carpenters, blacksmiths, etc. But the inherited tendency of
the race is still away from the keen, matter-of-fact rivalry
and hard-headed wisdom that is at the basis of the modern
world's activity--trade.

Dr. Eastman is at present engaged in a unique task. Under the auspices of
the government, he is renaming the Indians--going to the various Sioux
reservations and giving to each person a practical name. When the old
names are not too unwieldy he retains them; otherwise he at least tries to
perpetuate in the new name some trace of the old.

MEN NOW LIVING FOR THE SAKE OF AN IDEA.

Expressions of Devotion to the Revolutionary
Cause Compared With Czar's
Address to the Duma.

Gorky, Narodny, Maxime, and other Russian revolutionists who have lately
visited the United States to further their propaganda are men who are
living for an idea.

Read Narodny's rhapsody on Russian freedom, as written for the May
_American Magazine_ by Leroy Scott:

I am nothing. Personal success, happiness--they are nothing.
Burning of home, prison, the Czar's bullet, Siberia--they
are nothing. There is only one thing--only one thing--that
Russia shall be free!...

I have been in this America one week, and already do I not
speak the English language fluently! But I shall it learn!
Then to American peoples will I speak the sufferings of
Russian peoples. I will say, "Help us be free!" and they
will help; they are rich--their hearts are great.

Then--oh, my Russia!--freedom!

"I have come from below," Maxim Gorky has written, "from the very depths
of life." And again: "Slowly have I climbed from the bottom of life to its
surface, and on my way I have watched everything with the greedy eyes of a
scout going to the promised