er on the building above where
Rastus was standing, dropped a brick, which struck the old darkey on
the head, and he exclaimed "What's de matter, good Lawd, caint
you'all take a joke?"

The Kingdom of God, from all records, whether orthodox or heterodox,
has been described as the abode of angels; and angels have been
pictured as nearly nude as our silly "morality" would permit. No one
has as yet suggested that we compel the angels to wear hoopskirts,
although "September Morn" has been compelled, by police regulation, to
don a sweater.

The spiritual life awaits our cognizance, just behind the transparent
veil of our limited mortal consciousness. This is the message of the
"unveiling" of the female form. This is the time of woman's revealment
of true modesty; true ideals. The Female Principle, representing the
spiritual element in nature, hitherto shut in; covered up; hidden--is
coming out.

Men must learn to be able to look upon the female form without spasms
of either lustful desires; or contemptuous indifference.

There was a time when the presence of a female office-force in the
business section of a city was the signal for unwarranted familiarity
on the part of some of the male members of a corporation. There was a
time, when women first invaded the ranks of the "down-town" business
centers, that a woman's appointment to a responsible position rested
upon her claims to feminine attractiveness. Now, the only question
asked is, "Is she efficient?"

_That which she is, in her interior nature, is the final test of her
power._ When men have become inured to the knowledge, so long
concealed, that women have legs and that there is no more
seductiveness in them than in their faces, the love of man for woman
will undergo the same evolution that his estimate of her business
efficiency has undergone. He will judge her by what she is in her
interior nature; and his sexual desires, now manifested distractedly
in mere love of the female, will become concentrated in love of the
one woman to whom his soul turns in irresistible sex-attraction, as
unerringly as the needle turns to the pole to which it is magnetized.

Is this fact so unmanifest? Does not everything point to it?

A few years ago, a man and a woman could not pass a day together in
mutual conversation, and interest, without encroachment upon the one
emotion which they were supposed to hold in common--sexual attraction.

That was indeed the whole sum and substan