As old age needs less sleep than babyhood, so in our maturity as a human race we shall probably demand less sleep than now in our racial babyhood. Perhaps none at all will be needed. If that happens our lives will be doubled in value, they will be complete. The hours of sunlight will be devoted to examination and admiration of nature's beauties on this earth. The hours of darkness, given up to sleep no longer, will be devoted to the study of space, to investigation among other worlds. That kind of life will be worth while. Bear in mind that we shall only really begin to live on this earth when we shall have settled all the little social and material questions here and shall have begun in earnest the study of the universe in which we are a speck. The days of the future will be given up to artistic enjoyment of the beautiful. The nights will be devoted to intellectual development and research. Man will LIVE. THE THREE BEST THINGS IN THE WORLD If you had choice of all qualities which man can possess, which three would you declare most important? This question is submitted as interesting every man. We give our answer; if yours is different, send it here. ---- SELF-CONTROL. JUSTICE. IMAGINATION. Those we think the most important elements in the human character. A man fully and evenly equipped with all three would be greater than any the world has known. ---- SELF-CONTROL you must start with. It makes life worth while. It frees you from the danger of remorse, the wasted time of self- reproach. It sees opportunities as they come; saves you from damaging temptation. It is as important to a brain as is physical equilibrium to a work of masonry. A man without self-control, a building out of plumb, cannot endure. JUSTICE. It is the foundation of all reputation worth the having. It is to man as necessary as the compass to a ship. It is the compass. Justice will give reputation for greatness though you create nothing great. It will win affectionate reverence in life and a gratifying gravestone at life's end. ---- IMAGINATION. Greatest gift to man. It finds him grovelling here a pithecoid littleness. The rough hair is gone from his body. His thumb has lost its monkey smallness; he walks flat on his feet. But beyond that he has naught else to thank material nature for. All the rest comes to him from imagination. Marvellous work she performs. She takes naked man with his low forehead, with his gruntings and whistlings through his teeth, and makes of him what man was meant to be. Very slowly she works, but ceaselessly. Her task is not nearly ended. At her first glimmerings man's real life begins. He learns from her to add wood to a fire. No monkey ever did it. That stamps him a man.