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A SALVATION ARMY FUNERAL.
Yellow, purple and red is the flag of the Salvation army.
Yesterday two other colors were added.
One was black; that was for grief. One was white; that was for innocence.
Sister Stenie Glassman was dead. Who was Sister Stenie Glassman?
A woman, young, plain of face, decisive of speech, simple of manner, who could kneel in the mud of the street and pray while the crowds jeered at her. A woman who could enter a saloon and wage there fierce battle against what she considered win; a woman who could swing the cymbals in metallic clangor in the street march or the Salvationists and call on the ungodly to fall in and march with the army of the Lord.
Such women are generally counted a nuisance.
But it is very difficult at times to tell the difference between a nuisance and a hero. Besides, public opinion holds up but an illusive mirror. Sometime, centuries from now, when men are permitted in that dim and doubtful resurrection to look in the mirror of truth, it may appear that many of the figures which seem dwarfed now, will tower then among their fellows, while many that stand tall and straight will be shrunken and strangely deformed.
Stenie Glassman, with those mud stained garments and the strap of the Salvation army on her sleeve, may stand then above white cravatted clergyman, who discoursed to his followers in English, the faultlessness of which the girl who marched the streets could not even appreciate.
However this may be, she was buried yesterday in the new cemetery and services which were attended by 500 persons were held in the Salvation army barracks at the corner of Davenport and Seventeeth streets. The flag under which she had fought her own peculiar and daring little light drooped over the coffin. On the platform sat five officers of the army, young women, all with broad white sashes soldier-wise over their breasts, and gloves of white. Back of them were a group of girl cadets in the uniform, but without the sashes.
Concertina, violin, cymbal, and zither accompanied the singing. There were no dirges, but instead songs of triumph. Why mourn when a soldier had marched to victory? That is the way the Salvationists looked at it. Ensign Eddie Parker, Lieutenant O. Leyres, Cadet Woodhouse and the Rev. J. S. Philips sat together in a row where the pulpit would have been, had there been one, and all but the Rev. Philips played on some musical instrument when the fitting moment came. Rev. Philips made a few fitting remarks. He said Sister Glassman had died in the service, and that while her death was mourned her fearless life would serve as an inspiration to those who knew her.
Have you ever seen that little man with the piercing voice, all nerve and fire with the eyes of an enthusiast and the graphic speech of the born leader, who leaps and dances before the processions of the army on the street, and who harangues the congregations with hectic eloquence?
"We do not come here to mourn," said he, "although we loved her who lies there in the coffin. We can mourn in our homes better than in a public place like this. We come here to say to those who are dead in trespasses and sins; to this will you all come at last. However fine and safe you may think yourself now, the day will dawn when the cold hand of death will be laid on your shoulder; you will be pushed to the brink of the dark river and from you will be washed all this that hides your true self. Therefore, today, while you see what death is, how suddenly it comes, how inevitable it is, whether you be four-score or only a child, kneel beside this coffin and swear to be ready against the day which waits for you."
He told how this lamented sisted died, smiling and saying her house was in order for the coming guest, and some of the girls in the congregation wept.
Meanwhile the air within grew heavy and foul; but the motlet crowd--English, Welsh, Irishmen with the green in their button holes, negroes, Swedes, companies of men out of work, other companies of the curious who had nothing to do with the army, children, who love to hear the noise and rough display of the Salvationists--seemed not to mind, and kept their eyes on the scarlet waistcoat of the little man on the platform, who seized his concertina and sang to them and then laid it down to beseech his listeners to enlist under the banner of the Lord. Much singing and talking in the open air had given his tones their strident qualities; much suiting of words to vice-befuddled brains had given him his simple eloquence; much need for bravado had given him his almost belligerent earnestness.
A very valuable man to the Salvation army, this little, tense, nervous, electrical, alert creature in the scarlet waistcoat.
The sisters with the white sashes sang more songs after he had finished his talk, all of them glad songs. Meanwhile some boys called from the street without, a baby cried in the audience, and the undertaker hovered in the rear.
Meetings were announced and then the little man asked "the dear undertaker to do his duty," which the dear undertaker promptly did, and all the congregation marched around to look at Sister Stenie Glassman--not so much because she was Sister Stenie Glassman, as because she was dead.
A crowd always likes to look at anything that is dead.
They fled past the be-sashed and still singing sisters and past the wonderful picture on the wall, where a moon, a star, a shaft of lighting and a settling sun are all contending together to see which can shed the most light upon a wobbly cross, decked with ivy and standing in the midst of the most precipitous mountains over designed nature or painted by the artist. Reaching the open air the congregation waited while six sisters brought out the light coffin. Before they marched the color bearers and six young men; behind them followed the mourners, including the husband of the dead woman; and then came the soldiers of the army from Omaha and Council Bluffs. A long procession of sympathizers closed the rear. The muffled drum set the slow pace of the march; and on the coffin were the American flag and the military bonnet of the dead captain.
For six or eight blocks the procession marched before the empty carriages, then, near the viaduct, the coffin was placed in the hearse, officers and soldiers got in their carriages, and the crowd dispersed.
At the grave the services were concluded, and Sister Stenie Glassman was laid to rest to the sound of cymbals and songs, zithers and triumphant cries sounds long familiar to her ears as she marched the streets of Omaha with the little band of friends.
Do you think it was vulgar, you line conservations?
The vulgar thing is the false one. This funeral was honest.
ELIA W. PEATTIE.
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Omaha Opera Festival School Incorporated—Nebraska World's Fair Matters—The News at the Capital City.
LINCOLN, Neb., April 20,—The friends and family of Rev. S. D. Roberts have been searching for him without success since yesterday. Mr. Roberts is a well-known Methodist minister who has been engaged in ministerial work in this state for the last twenty years. For the last three years he has lived with his family at 1848 Euclid avenue in this city. For several weeks he has been ill, and during the time he was quite despondent.
Yesterday morning the family discovered when they arose that he had left the house. The bed showed signs of having been occupied, but nothing was found to indicate when he left. He left his watch and some money that was on the dresser. The family at once commenced a search for the missing man. As no trace was found later in the day City Detective Malone was called in and joined in the endeavor to [?] him. All efforts up to this time have been fruitless, and there is as little known tonight as when the fact that he had left the house was first discovered. The family and intimate friends are confident that he will never be found alive. They do not doubt but that his mind has become deranged from his sickness and branding over business troubles. Many incidents of the last few days which were passed by as of trivial importance at the time are now recalled to support the theory.
Rev. S. D. Roberts is described as a man about five feet eight or nine inches in height, and of slender build. He wears a sandy mustache and chin beard. When he left home he wore a high silk hat, a dark Prince Albert coat, dark vest and pantaloons, and laced shoes, lie is about 48 years of age. He was for six years presiding eider of the Beatrice district of the Methodist church, and was for three years pastor of the church at David City. He lived in Beatrice seven years. He has also lived in Peru and Fairbury. He was formerly pastor of the Trinity Methodist Episcopal church in this city, but for nearly two years he has had no regular charge. For four years he has been connected with the proprietorship of the Beatrice Chautauqua and for two years was president and general manager ofo it. He was at one time a half owner of it. Up to the time of the recent reorganization of this enterprise it was not a financial success and [?]. Roberts sustained some severe loses. He has worried a great deal over the indebtedness of the Chautauqua and to his distress over its affairs may be attributed, his friends say, his recent illness. Last fall he attended conference and was assigned the charge at Plattsmouth, where he worked for some six weeks with spiritual results that were highly gratifying to himself, but he was finally compiled to give up his charge there because of his Chautauqua troubles.
Since that time he has been filling occasional appointments by the presiding elder. Friends who are well acquainted with his affairs say that he is possessed of property worth something like $50,000. He owns a comfortable home at 1846 Euclid Avenue, where he lived with his wife and four children. He also owned two blocks and a half in University place, one farm near Crete, two farms in Fillmore county and other valuable property, Mr. Roberts served for three years in the army during the war of 1861-65. He has no relatives living in Nebraska. Preparations are being made tonight to organize a large searching party and go carefully over all the country south and southeast of the city.
Is the Law Constitutional
In the supreme court today was filed the case of Henry Trumble and others against Martha Trumble and others, a proceeding in error from Lancaster county.
The case was commenced in the probate court by Martha Trumble, the widow of William Trumble, who asked that an order admitting the will of William Trumble to probate be set aside. The widow declares her intention to take under the statute and not under the will.
The widow gained her point in the probate court and an order was made giving to her her homestead interest and her one-third interest in other property as provided by the set of 1880. The case was carried to the district court and the judgment in favor of the widow was affirmed. The case is now brought up by Henry Trumble, one of the heirs and administrators of the estate of William Trumble. The point relied upon by the plaintiff in error is the unconstitutionality of the act of 1808. The same question was raised in the case of the settlement of the John Sheedy estate, but the case was compromised and dismissed before trial.
The brief of plaintiffs in error in the Trumble case recites the objections of the act, which is the law regulating the distribution of estates. The objections are:
That the act contains more than one subjects; that the act is broader than its title; that it directly and by implication amends several sections of the acts relating to wills, dower, courtesy and married women, without repealing said suctions and re-enacting them entire: that it contravenes that part of the constitution which provides that no law shall be amended unless the new set contains the section or sections so amended, and the section or sections so amended shall be repealed; that the act is an invasion of vested rights and is in conflict with the constitutional provision that no person shall be deprived of his property without due process of law.
The question is an interesting one to lawyers, and, if brought to a hearing, will determine the question of the soundness of the act of 1885, which gives to the wife a fee simple title to realty instead of a dower interest, as formerly, Reese and Hillkerson are the attorneys for plaintiffs in error in the case.
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SHE CAPTURED THE SPOOK
Dreadful Flesh and Blook Qualities of a Spirit Snared by Mrs. Peattie
An Invitation Accepted With Unexpected Alacrity—A Dramatic Exposure of a Spiritualistic Hoax—The "Spirit" Faints.
For several weeks past a peculiar woman has been interesting some men and women in this city by the materializations of the dead.
From behind the cabinet where she sat have appeared the white-robed forms of dead babies, at the sight of which some aching motherly hearts have been comforted. The old German mother of a well-known dealer in old books came—so he says—and called him by back in the fatherland. A number of young lawyers became intensity interested. Some of them were almost convinced. A great many people, both men and women, were honestly curious.
Last night Dr. Horace P. Holmes invited a number of persons to his rooms for the purpose of witnessing those materializations. He put up two dark curtains across the corner of the room and placed a blue chair within.
The company gathered. There were about twenty-four present. Among those whom curiosity brought were Dr. and Mrs. Holmes. Mr. and Mrs. Cable, Mr. Charles Eigutter, Mr. John l. Rodick, Mr. Henry Shonfeld, Dr. Own, Mr. and Mrs. Robert Peattie.
Mrs. Fritz, the medium, was a pleasant-faced woman, about 40 years of age. She has lived for twenty years in Madison, Neb. She is a widow and said that she had come to Omaha to make a better living than she could make in her own town. She has been conscious of her power as a medium, so she says, since she was 15 years of age.
It is not necessary to use the double negative as Mrs. Fritz uses it, nor to spell "ought' with an r, after her manner of pronouncing the word. Nor is one called upon to spell "sit' with an e. Substantially, Mrs. Fritz said:
"The first time I was ever took with a trance was at a Methodist meetin'. I said to ma, 'I fee so queer—like I wus goin' to faint.' Then they begun to sing 'Come to Jesus.' An' I [wiut?] right off., I never knowed anything fur twenty-four hours. Since that time I've been subjek to trances right along. They take me rite in my home-jus' while I'm setting' still. I ain't had these materializations very long. I ain't sure I ken do anything here tonight. It's hard work producin' materializations."
Mrs. Fritz was interrupted here with the question:
"If you are unconscious from the first to the last of your trances, how is it that you are able to make sufficient effort of the will to produce tose materializations? If it is such hard work how can you remain unconscious?"
Mrs. Fritz shook her head mysteriously, "I can't explain it," she said. "It's some power outside of me, it makes me very happy. I ain't no more afraid of death!" Mrs. Fritz really couldn't say how far she was from being afraid of death.
At last the company being all arrived, and the yellow glow having died out of the sky and given place to the darkness which spirits love, the shades were drawn, the mystic circle formed, gentlemen and indies alternating as much as possible, considering that the number of men was in excess, and the electric lights were turned off. One faint glow from a kerosene burner gave blurred light—just enough to see the manifestations by. There was one young woman with a white waist who sat at the end of the circle, a few inches from the cabinet. As Mrs. Fritz seemed anxious to mingle the men and women as much as possible, one of the ladies present was interested to observe that she made no suggestion that this young woman change her seat. So the lady suggested that the young woman with the white waist move—which she did, just one seat. The man with her was perhaps her husband. At any rate, he was her escort.
Mrs. Fritz went behind her curtains. The company joined hands and sang-very much out of time. It sang "Shall We Gather at the River." "The Sweet Bye and Bye," and "Nearer, My God, to Thee," Nobody seemed to know these songs very well, and the words gave out very often. But the tune went mercilessly on.
After a time the signing of Mrs, Fritz ceased.
Mr. Shonfeld confided to the company that the name of her control was "Hennery," by which it is supposed that "Henry" was meant.
There was a pause. Chills went down the backbones of some of the people.
"Are you there 'Henery?" said Mr. Shonfeid. "Henry," in a voice singularly like that of Mrs. Fritz, said he was, and that there were many of the Friends with him. They were anxious to appear. But it was all so new—so new.
The medium was, he said, in a dead trance. He invited the people to come and see her. The people examined her in the semi-darkness. Her body was rigid, her arms straight out like a person in convulsions, and there was no perceptible beating of the pulse.
More singing, more waiting, more objurations to "Hennery." More assurances on the part of "Hennery" that he was doing the best he could.
At length with much apparent reluctance a white shape with no apparent features appeared before the curtains. The hands clasped together trembled a little.
"Who is that?" asked the young woman in the white waist. There was a whispered reply. The young woman in the white waist heard it, and told the rest what it was. After much more bad singing a tiny white shape, a mere white streak about as long as a gentleman's pocket handkerchief, appeared before the curtain.
This, it appeared, was "Gretchen"-- and her fond relative,-- the young woman in the white waste--conversed with her in German.
Upon inquiry it was learned that "Gretchen" was 4 years old, when she died. As her spirit showed her last night, she would have been entitled to enter the dino museum as the smallest Lillliputian since Zarate died.
Other spirits appeared. Then "Hennery" said that a spirit wanted to know if her daughter was present.
"I think I must be that daughter," said Mrs. Peattie, "Is that my mother, 'Hennery.'" It seemed disrepestful to call him simply Henry.
"She says she is your mother," said "Hennery." It took Mrs. Peattie's mother a long time to overcome her shyness and appear. At Mr. Shonfield's suggestion Mrs. Peattie appealed to her mother. She said:
"Mother, mother, come, appear to me."
There was some more talking. Mrs. Peattie still begged for her maternal relative. All sang the same tunes in different keys. It had the desired effect. Mrs. Peattie's mother came out--tall, white, and headless. A whisper came from her; she said:
"Come to me dear!"
Mrs. Peattie came in one leap across the room, and clasped in her arms the portly form of the medium, who, with an unearthly shriek sank in her chair.
"You've killed the medium," cried the young woman in the white waist, but she cried this only after she had received something white from the frantic hands of the medium and hidden it about herself. Meanwhile Mrs. Peattie pulled the black dress skirt down over the white petticoat of the medium--for fear her modesty would suffer. The medium protested that the lights were not to be turned on. The young woman in the white waist and her escort clamorously protested that the lights were not to be turned on.
The medium did not die.
Mrs. Peattie's mother is eating three hearty meals a day at her home a mile south of the World's fair.
Thus ended the first lesson.
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SALVATION LASSES AT HOME
Mrs. Peattie Writes of the Blue Frocked Sisterhood of the Lord.
Their Life in the Cadet School - Rules Concerning Their Conduct and Actions-Room for the Banner.
Among the many commonplace sights of Omaha there is one sight which is never exactly commonplace. It is, indeed, almost heroic. It is the little band of men and women that in storm and sunshine, when the pavement is slippery with mud or hot with mid-summer sun, march the streets in the name of their Lord, and kneel among the secular surroundings, making a cathedral of the common street, and there make their plea with high heaven for the souls of those who so thoughtlessly pass them with smile or jest.
Without doubt, here in Omaha today, in the midst of the greed, that disguises itself as shrewdness, in the midst of the materialism that masks as industry, in the midst of the selfishness that governs almost all of us, the Salvation army remains an [honest?] protest against our display, our selfism, and our pride of purchasable things. Time was when this band of men and women was much persecuted. People objected to having them march the streets. They did not think they had a right to sing. They could find no reason for their disinterestedness, and so they accused them of being immoral. A number of young attorneys who has not so many prejudices as the laymen - and particularly the churchly laymen - protested that a group of religious singers had as much right to make a noise on the street as a band playing for the benefit of the base ball park or the [schuetzen?] verein. A number of them offered to argue the case for the Salvationists in the courts, after they had been withstrained from open air meetings as a public nuisance, and one of them did this, and the court decided that no law was broken and no right of any man injured by the singing of these worshipers upon our public streets. There are still some who seem to think that this music is blasphemous because it is not always in tune, and who consider that the matter of religion ought to be treated with more conservatism. But they can do no more than [rail?]. The law protects the Salvationists. To most of the citizens of this town, however, the train of bonneted women and uniformed men, with their two flags, one of the army of the Lord, the other of the army of the republic, with their cymbals, cornets, drums, their sharp, metallic, nervous voices, their absolute indifference to public contumely, their unqualified sacrifice to an unpopular cause, has come to have in it something so familiar and pleasant that the smiles which used to be scornful have become indulgent, and if any misfortune were to overtake the Salvation army here there would be much sorrow.
The little band numbers about eighty souls at present. It is never very large, for the reason that many of the soldiers are migratory. They stay in one place but a short time. They are restless -they are rovers. However, the barracks on the corner of Davenport, near Seventeenth, is well filled nightly, and the crusade for souls goes on there with as much fervor as ever the crusade for the sepulcher of the Lord went on in the dim days of the eleventh century. To many an outsider this work may appear to be entirely haphazard.
But, on the contrary, it is well regulated. There is great system employed. The states of Missouri, Iowa, Nebraska, South and North Dakota, Colorado and Wyoming are under the charge of Major George French. The "war office" is in the New York Life building on the second floor, and here the books are kept, the reports revised, the orders issued and all personal and general matters attended to. There are 1,500 Salvationists in this district under the command of Major French. This commander has manifold duties, and it goes without saying that to be successful he must be a man of much tact, firmness of character and unwavering belief in his cause.
It may surprise a good many to know that tho Salvation army has a school in this city for women cadets. This has been in existence about three years, and during that time has graduated a number of women who have gone out to active field work. At present it has seven students under the tuition of Ensign and his wife, an Irish woman of gentle birth and the same unqualified enthusiasm for her work that characterizes Mrs. Ballington Booth. Lieutenant Ruby, a young woman, is Mrs. Reid's assistant. The school for men cadets is in Iowa. An effort was made not long ago to have it stationed South Omaha, but a desirable place could not be obtained. The school for girls here in Omaha is stationed next door to the barracks. The training school rules are of interest. At the head of the printed rules are these two bits of scripture reminder: "By love serve one another," and "He that is greatest among you shall be your servant."
These girls are awakened by bugle call. Roll call follows, then breakfast, then general work. After that a silent half hour, for introspection. Then bible reading and prayer, after that the study hours. At the close of the morning session is five minutes prayer for the Salvation Army, and then dinner. Then follows a little time for resting and dressing, and at 2 o'clock the cadets must be neatly dressed for the street, where, till 5 o'clock they sell the War Cry, from the proceeds of which the training school is supported, or they visit in the slums of the city, praying with those who permit it, talking to the children, or the women, and speaking words of encouragement and religion wherever they may. After supper there comes prayer for the field, then the meeting at the barracks, and then bed, with all lights out at 10:30. The rules to be observed in the household are as follows:
1. Every cadet is expected to rise directly the bugle blows in the morning, except through sickness or especial leave of absence granted by the officers in command.
2. No cadet is allowed to leave the house without the sanction of the commanding officer.
3. Cadets having articles lying around will be looked upon as very careless and untidy.
4. Cadets are not allowed to go out to meals.
5. No person, whether officer or friend, is allowed to visit the garrison without a written permit from the major.
6. Officers visiting the garrison will be expected to conform to the rules, and by so doing be an example to every cadet.
7. Every cadet will be expected to treat every officer with due respect.
Every cadet is responsible that his or her dress is kept in a neat and tidy condition, ready for inspection at any time. Every cadet is expected to wear full uniform, unless permission not to do so is granted by officer in charge. No cadet is allowed to write more than two letters a week, unless special permission is granted. All mail for cadets will be handed them by the garrison officer immediately after meals. Cadets appointed to visit corps must go there direct and back, not staying to talk to soldiers after meeting is closed. No cadet is supposed to enter the hall
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WHERE TEACHERS ARE MADE
State Normal School at Peru an Institution of Remarkable Excellence.
Keeping Pace With the Times, It Now Ranks With Any of Its Kind in the Country.
Present Liberal Policy is Proving a Success-Attendance Is Growing Yearly - Class Now About to Finish.
A week of notable closing exercises, attended by thousands, and the contemplated departure from Omaha of two carloads of the alumni, calls attention to the State Normal school - that beautifully situated academy at Peru. Nebraska may be monotonous in scenery, and uncertain in climate in some portions, but at Peru, lying in the southern part of the state, it is as beautiful as a king's pleasure ground. Peru used to be a river town, but it awoke one morning to find that it had been filled by the Missouri, and has been able to console itself only by lying so far from that river that its turgid water, winding below the swelling and wooded hills, turns into silver and enchants the eye. There has been some complaint because the State Normal school was "dropped away in the corner of the state," but the surroundings are in reality so remarkably attractive that the school is becoming a favorite on that account.
Within the last two years the standard of the school has been raised very considerably. Up to that time the policy with which it was conducted was conservative in the extreme, and it is a melancholy fact that a few years ago an applicant for a position as teacher in a country school was first accepted on his merits and then refused when a diploma was presented from the State Normal school. The members of the board had never heard of the institution, although they lived but thirty miles west of it/ But with the coming of Prof. A.W. Norton to the presidency, the school has not only been actually raised as an institution of learning, but it is rapidly becoming celebrated.
HAVE RETURNED TO SCHOOL.
This has been the result of a liberal policy, of an original method of teaching and the large public spiritedness which has taken prof. Norton into nearly every country of this state, lecturing, addressing teacher's institutes and talking to schools on educational matters. In this particular Prof. Norton and Chancellor Canfield have much resembled each other in their activities. A considerable number of the present pupils of the Normal school are young men and women who have held positions as teachers, but who have held positions as teachers, but who, on hearing Prof. Norton, have decided to return to school and fully equip themselves for their responsible work. It is a fact that so materially has this important institution been raised in its value and credit during the last two years, that young teachers leaving it have been able to secure positions immediately for excellent schools, at salaries from $000 to $1,200, some of these positions being outside of the state.
In spite of hard times and the need that many young persons who would have chosen a teacher's career have had to work at something bringing an immediate income, the attendance has grown considerably. In 1891 the whole number in attendance was 456 pupils; In 1894 it was 555. The graudates in the elementary departments numbered forty-eight; In 1894 they numbered fifty-five. The graduates from the higher courses in 1891 were twelve in number. In 1891 the graduates from the training school were ninety-five; in 1894 they were 182.
WORK OF TWENTY YEARS. The development of the school and of the state can be inferred from the fact that during the twenty odd years of existence of the school previous to 1803 the number of graduates was 188; while during the years of 1803-4-5 it has been 101. This is the case, notwithstanding the fact that the pursuit of thirty-six studies is a requirement now for a diploma, while previously but twenty-seven studies were required. Moreover, the amount of work along certain lines has been increased. During the last year two books more of Virgil have been read than previously; the work of chemistry and physics has been more than doubled, and the work in physiology has been nearly doubled. All this is a result of a vivid and vital personality at the head of the school. The State Normal has felt the same acceleration from its head that the university has from the management of Chancellor Canfield. Militarism has shown itself in a moderate and commendable way, and there are two companies of cadets, who drill enthusiastically under the tuition of a university student. who has a talent for drilling, and who received instruction at Lincoln from the officer detailed for the purpose. The cadets are only partially uniformed, but will be fully costumed next year. The college has a paper, the Courier, which is brisk and interesting and typographically good. There are now four societies in the school. two of which have been recently formed. These societies are the Junior, the Wellingtonian, the Everett and the Philomathean. Under the proper guidance and suggestion, these societies have ceased to be organizations for amusement, and have become literary societies, following a systematic course of study, each making its selection and pursuing it through the year; and at the "open sessions" giving the school the cream of its work.
BOASTS SOME ATHLETES. The school is, unfortunately, without a gymnasium, though it boasts of a sprinter who can run 100 yards, standing start, in 10 3/4 seconds. Field day is not neglected though that has also been introduced within the last two years, and the program includes some exciting and novel numbers. Being a co-educational institutional institution in the full sense of the word, the young women are not neglected even in the field day program, but participate with a noble disregard of the traditions of sex.
The school appears to be very well equipped in laboratory, as to observatory and in class rooms. The buildings would stand some repairing. they bear silent witness to the fact that the appropriations for the school have not always been as large as the necessities demand. Standing, as the buildings do, surrounded by sixty acres of beautiful groves, it is easy to forget all such deficiencies, however, in rejoicing in the beauty of the surroundings. What influences such beauty may have upon the minds and spirits of those who are to become the instructors of the children of Nebraska, the psychologist may determine. Certainly the institution is the most fortunately placed of any in the state. There are five buildings all staunch and good. These buildings include a dormitory for the girls and an ordinary at which the young women and faculty may board.
BOARD OF DIRECTORS. The institution is managed by a board, which at the present writing, consists of the state superintendent, the state treasurer, Hon, Church Howe, Hon, Wilson E. Majors, Hon. B.E.B. Kennedy, Hon. J.S. West and Hon, J.T. Spencer. Mr. Church Howe holds his term but two days longer and leaves behind him the record of a generous and large administration, so far as it lay in his power to secure it.
The school has gained the reputation of late of being conducted upon a peculiar method. To a casual observer it would seem that the method strongly resembles that of a university. Certainly, insomuch as the pupils control themselves, as all police surveillance is banished and the pupils control themselves, as all police surveillance is banished and the pupils are absolutely upon honor, there is a strong resemblance, Insomuch, too as the formation of character is considered as of as much importance as the gaining of knowledge, there is a resemblance. To acquire power, strength and the power of exercising influence for good is, according to Prof. Norton, a true education. It is, in a sense, the idea which the great European educators who originated the kindergarten held.
"Education is easily acquired by the trained mind," Prof. Norton says, "Once a student has acquired power over himself he can learn anything, or do anything, he may set out to do. To triumph over whatever obstacles may arise, to act quickly and wisely - these are what mark the cultivated mind. I believe that the student should be taught to meet each day's exigencies, and to acquire the ability to meet them bravely and well. Character seems to me the groundwork of the equipment of our teachers. The commonwealth rests upon the school - the school upon the teacher - the teacher upon his own inner power. The man or woman of character who takes up teaching as a profession will, it goes without saying, be well informed. That becomes a matter of conscience. And when the lessons of mental victory over obstacles are learned, it is no longer difficult to force the mind to acquire whatever one sets out to have it acquire."
THIS YEAR'S GRADUATES. The graduating class of forty-one shows in its earnestness and vigor that it has received instruction of an unusual sort. There does not appear to be a member of that class who will take up his or her duties as instructor in a perfunctory way. The deep responsibility which a teacher bears has been planted in their comprehension.
Sunday morning this class listened with profoundest attention to the baccalaureate sermon by Dr. Roland of Lin
TURFMAN RICH Richard Croker, the ex-chief of Tammy [...?] turf, and the Croker-Dwyer horses have [?] sportsman generally prophesied defeat who but the victories of Eau Gaille and Banqu? [?] by no means to be despised.
coln. Wednesday next will be the commencement exercises. The class day program, by the way, is said to have been quite the jolliest and most original' in the history of the school-even Miss Morgan, the preceptress, says that, and she ought to know, for she has been with the school for over twenty years, Twenty years, it may be parenthetically remarked, is a long time in Nebraska.
Prof. Norton and some of his faculty conducted a summer school at Peru last summer, but owing to a union of a number of teachers' institutes this year, he will not take up the school, but will accept a position at a summer school at Colorado Springs. President Norton is from Elmier, N.Y. and a man who has had much experience among many different sorts of pupils - and most obviously a man who has accepted his calling as a sacred one, with incalculable opportunities for influencing the lives of others. It is a fortunate thing for the state that such an educator is within its borders, to counteract to some extent the deadly selfishness and secularism which is too liable to grow up in the public school system. The state is fortunate in having over its prospective teachers a man of profound religious conviction, as well as one of keen intellectual activity, and of aggressive and progressive modernity. ELIA W. PEATTIE.
The Ladies. The pleasant effect and perfect safety with which ladies may use the California liquid laxative, Syrup of Figs, under all conditions, makes it their favorite remedy. To get the true and genuine article, look for the name of the California Fig Syrup Co., printed near the bottom of the package.
TELEGRAPHIC BREVITIES. Little Mabel Bantee of Frankfort Ind., fell into a cistern and was drowned.
A fire at Ingersoll, Ky, destroyed the organ factory of H. Smith & Co., valued at $75,000.
The supreme court of the United States will finally adjourn the term of 1894 today. The babe of Mr. and Mrs. Edward Brown of Montrose Ill., fell out of bed and was killed.
W.M. Reggan, a lawyer of Fort Worth, Tex, has been arrested charged with selling mortgaged property.
A cablegram announces the death at Hull, England, of W.J. Ballard United States consul at that point.
Miss Julian Holland of South McAllister, I, T., was killed by lightning while on her way home from school.
At Paris, Robert Le Baudy, the owner of Styrax, celebrated his victory by giving 100,000 francs to the poor.
The San Francisco Police have made no headway in the efforts to find the murderer of Miss Nellie Harrington.
John Beck stabbed Thomas Adams the city marshal of Herrick Ill, and his life is despaired of, Beck has been created.
Thieves broke into St. Paul's Episcopal church at Railway, N.J. and removed several costly articles used in the sacramental services.
Phillip Fillipy and Louis Birren, two government contractors, while quarrying stone at Clinton, Ill., were badly burned by an explosion of powder.
A new labor party, that will hereafter be known as the United Labor league of Western Pennsylvania, was organized in Pittsburg last night.
Narcise Mongradon of Santa Fe, N.M. a trustee of the city school board has been sentenced to seven years' imprisonment for embezzling $4,600.
The electric street railway of Little Rock Ark., passed into the hands of the St. Louis Trust company and the Atlantic Trust company of Philadelphia.
The fire in the north gangway of the Wyoming collery at Port Bowkley, Pa., has broken out afresh, and preparations are being made to flood the mine.
At Atlantic City, N.J. Miss Jennie Grigle of Philadelphia, aged 21, was bathing in front of Bews' jetty and was caught in the current and swept away.
A public subscription was started in the Christian church at Columbus, Ind. for the benefit of the invalid and blind wife of ex-Governor Chase, who is left destitute.
At Leavenworth, Kas., the miners of the Home Riverside company met and decided that they would not accept the cut from 80 cents to 70 cents a ton that was to go into effect June 1.
An attempt was made to kidnap the 10-year-old daughter of A.M. Albright of Gallatin, Mo., but was frustrated and the culprit lodged in prison. A mob of lynchers has been prowling about the jail.