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nothing that comfortable lodging the police station a good breakfast and either thirty days in the county jail or a ride to the bridge which leads toward Council Bluffs. It is not fair that Omaha and Douglas county should be regularly called upon to support the tramps and paupers from various parts of the state, but until a workhouse is established or some other practical plan devised the annual winter pilgrimage toward Omaha will be continued.
The fierce Indian war manufactured by newspaper correspondents is only equaled by the fierce rivalry that republican editors have imagined between Cleveland and Hill.
Senator Voorhees is level headed in recommending rations instead of rifles and beef instead of balls for the Indians.
Look out for more silver bill scandals, in which the people get the bill and the congressional speculators the silver.
The Philadelphia Times wants to know what will be the next step in the Indian ghost dance. Mis-step, probably.
Business in Omaha is brisk, if the big crush of advertisements in today's paper is any indication.
Omaha bankers agree that Omaha is O.K.
THE CLEANERS SHEAF. The sad fate of the poor young student in the Iowa university, who climbed to the last rung of the ladder reaching the platform of graduation, and then fell because he trod the rotten rung of deceit, ought to point several morals, but most or all this one, that our schools generally pull open prematurely the buds of achievement in their pupils in the vain effort to adorn their commencements with fully opened blossoms, and therefore, are argely responsible for their pupils fall from morality.
Children and youths have capacities for work in life, and an ideal education should vary accordingly.
Possibly this class had been thus educated, but when they were to have their reward from their alma mater, of their years of work - a diploma - a statement that they had passed through the course of studies prescribed, each pupil was required on the great show day to give the self-same exhibition of the results of his education, namely, write and deliver an essay. Probably, as this young man indirectly showed by his offer to change work, his capacities lay in another direction, for to very few are given even the germ of a talent for composition, that outward and visible sign of an inward study into the heart of ideas and actions, which only has its full flower in mature life and its experiences, and he felt himself totally incompetent to give an adequate idea of the results of his years of study through his pen - therefore, the school has placed temptation in his way, for he must write or forfeit his diploma. In order to have a creditable essay he bought and paid for it with other work - which he could do. Under the circumstances had the university any right to withhold his diploma, which he had earned by previous work? And what of the young man, his accomplice, who transgressed thrice to his once, and who goes unpunished? Justice seems all lopsided in that direction.
Further now about this business of essays delivered by the youthful student before the public. Among the graduates of our high school is a beautiful young girl, who shows the possession of this great talent, the power to put into fitting words ideas which shall go down into the hearts of the people and help them to a better life. Asked the other day if she were writing anything she answered, "No, not much." I don't seem to have any idea myself. If some one will only help me to those I can write about them."
And that speech showed she dimly understood and felt as yet the lack of the fundamental requisite of a writer - some source of supply from within.
And whence comes that supply?
Each day of her life a portion of it will come to her. From everything it will come, if her mind has the alchemic power of extracting it; from the duty she does, however simple; from the actions of those about her; from the accounts of life she sees in those great mirrors the papers; the ceaseless action of the city around her' from the grass, the trees, her game of lawn tennis or lesson in manual work; from books; from everything through every sense come germs' which drop into this geat field of mind and grow into, beautiful plants, whose fruit she shall by and by give to the world.
But what if she picks from them now the unripened fruit to show to the public? What if she allow the love of display to destroy those tender buds, which, if carefully nourished will some day bear glorious fruit? But, thank God, with a father and mother who understand and shun this display of their children's crude efforts, the tender plants of fancy and sentiment, of humor and pathos, of wit and wisdom, will grow in this young mind great and strong, and one day a poet will teach the world with sweet songs.
But ah, sad thought! Who feels deep and strong, who learns to know and feel the great truths, must first suffer. Can we be willing to see our dear young poet pass through trial and affliction, such as have torn strong hearts and turned hair gray, and planted furrows on the brow? Oven that, if it gave her the wisdom that shall make the soul great and enable her to teach and help others.
She took up the Sunday paper and read it over her coffee. One morning, at least, in the week she would be a woman of leisure. Six mornings she must get up early and hurry to work. But this seventh she would take a few hours to feed her brain and mind. So she studied the Irish question - with a taste of the Irish scandal to give it zest. She looked to see if the Indians were yet dangling any scalps at their ghost dances. She pondered over the next move of the great fathers at Washington. She learned how the good fathers of Omaha, who let Stanley sleep on piles of paper in the old Republican office and get his meals by holding up the printers as they came from their morning's work in days gone by, were now going to wine him and dine him and toast him because the rest of the world did. She road that Mrs. L. had a Kensington toa, Mrs. L. had a lunch party, Mrs. C. a dancing party, and their rooms were all beautifully decked with roses and palms and chrysanthemums and smilax, and there were no thorns and no withered leaves, and probably no heartaches, strifes or envyings- at least no notice of them - and after this last dose of stimulating brain diet she arrived at "What Woman Are Doing." Here she was confronted with the question, "Did you ever have to go without stockings?" She was a little startled, for she had been uneasily thinking she would soon have to if she did not earn money enough to replace the present much worn two pair that would soon take leave by piecemeal, but she read on, hoping some others' experience would teach her a method of avoiding such an undesirable situation. The next was even more startling: "Did you ever go through the winter without any flannel underclothing, and only a calico dress very faded?" Beyond her experience as yet, though she seemed on the road to it - but what was all this for? Oh, aid for the western homesteaders. Looking down the column and then she went back and read it more carefully, thinking in between the lines of how she would like to help them, and seeing again the swod houses and dug-outs which used to be so familiar when she traveled over Nebraska prairies in a wagon. But "there should not be a superfluous garment left in any house in Nebraska." True, true, and she tried to think of some in her's, but couldn't, for she had picked up and given the very few she could possibly spare to the woman with six children out at Mascott, who were always so near a state of nature that a blink of cold weather would make them so outrageously purple and coarse skinned. "Six or eight wrapper, and dear, and she had two besides where became one of them too light to weary of flannals are real cold... pairs of stockings." Of course no one had a right to so many. But if she only had them now that she might give a few to prairie sufferers.
"Every prosperous woman in Nebraska can send 50 cents." Ah, there was the rub. She wasn't prosperous and did not dare spend the few dollars left for anything but rent and fuel and food until she knew where more was coming from. And there was not an unnecessary garment in the house fit to send even to a dugout, so she put aside the paper with a sign; she had learned to go without much, but it was hard to go without the pleasure of giving.
She took up the Sunday paper and read it over her coffee. Six nights and days had she danced and Kensington-tead, high-fived and received and been received, and the seventh she was reading about it in "What Society Is Doing." She smiled as she read that "Miss Doe was charming in a pale pink silk with gauze front embroidered." That highly entertaining page ended she dropped the paper listlessly. After a moment her eye rested upon it again unconsciously and she read, "Have you ever been obliged to go without stockings?" "What in the world" - and she picked up the paper again and glanced on down the column. "Oh, it's only a plea for those dried up homesteaders from Elia W. Peattie. Let her give one of her six gowns if she will, I can't spare any of my twelve, and goodness knows whether it would get to them if I sent one. This is constantly begging through the papers makes me tired," and she lay back in the ribbon dacked chair with her silken tea gown just showing at its edge the dainty slippers nestled in the fur before the grate, and dozed and dreamed of that last waltz.
But these were only two of a multitude, and most of that multitude went to bureau drawer and overflowing closet and trunk in the attic and many denied themselves more than a ruche or a bottle of olives that inhabitants of the sod houses and the dugouts in light rejoice.
THE PUBLIC PULSE. (Under this head the World-Herald will print communications on current topics from its readers, provided the letters do not make over one-third of a column. Anonymous communications will not be noticed. Writers must sign their names, not for publication, but for the editor's benefit. Unless the above requirements are strictly compelled with the letters will not be printed.)
No Convenience to Drummers. Grand Island, Neb. DEec. 6 - To the Editor of the World-Herald - To hear the Union Pacific company speak of their conveniences to the traveling public, people would actually think they were first class. They may be for some people who have to make a long journey. But take the drummer, who has to stop at almost every little town along the road, and then you will find out different. Supposing you take an afternoon train from Schuyler to Benton or Silver Creek. You get there and do your business, then you have to stay there until the next day and take the same train you came in on. This does not really give the drummer justice, and I think some one of the officials ought to take this matter in hand and makes some alteration. They don't take into consideration the amount of freight that the drummer sends over their roads and the amount of mileage and excess books be buys. No, they are too selfish.
Today I wanted to ride on a freight from a certain town on their road to the second town as I had a customer in bad shape and I want to be there to look after matters."
This is the telegram I told the operator to send: "Can traveling man ride on freight to certain town; customer in bad shape and I want to be there to look after matters."
This is the answer I received: "O. Bluffs: Can't allow freight to carry passengers. T.H. Keeshen."
The freight had been standing here for one hour and a half standing here for one hour and a half unloading sheep, but they could not carry a drummer to the second station.
I am a traveling man and can produce the telegram any time. Traveler.
Omaha Again. (Christian Advocate.)
An editorial note in The Christian Advocate of November 13 on the population of Omaha as given in the official census report has provoked some adverse criticism among prominent citizens of that splendid western city. Our readers will find on the fourth page of this paper a caustic letter from a leading banker of Omaha, who is well acquainted with the facts and therefore entitled to be heard. The letter is cheerfully printed in the interest of justice and fairness. Our correspondent has guessed at the source of our information but missed it. We did not publish our note without due consideration, nor did we obtain our information from prohibition papers. The figures he gives appear to be reliable and seem to make out the case, but we regret that our correspondent does not explain the alleged confession of the men who served the official enumerator, which is a material fact. Until it is explained our minds remain in a state of uncertainty. Can our correspondent furnish light at this point?
The World-Herald of that city criticises our note in a dignified and respectful tone, reminding its readers that others besides eastern people have been surprised at the marvelous growth of the metropolis of Nebraska during the last decade. It is impossible for a religious weekly to have a special correspondent in every prominent city to furnish such facts as ought to be noted. It is therefore compelled to do the next best thing and gather some of its information from other journals. Knowing well that some papers are far less reliable than others, we aim to rely only on the best authorities. But when the greatest care is exercised we are sometimes misled. When this happens we are glad to receive and print a correction of all erroneous statements.
Omaha has been named as the place where our general conference of 1892 shall hold its session. Some objection was made to the selection on the ground that the Methodist people of the city would not be able to furnish entertainment for so large body for four weeks. But if the census returns are reliable, and our correspondents have stated the case correctly, there appears to be no good reason for any fear on that fear on that score.
The Omaha Census. Editor Christian Advocate: In your issue of the Christian Advocate of Thursday, November 18 last, in the third column of the second page, there is a very unjust and unfair criticism on the good name of our city of Omaha as to its federal census returns being padded with a view of defeating prohibition. As a citizen, and one of the heaviest taxpayers of this city, I beg to say that the charges made by the New York Voice, the Chicago Lover the Omaha Leader - all prohibition papers - are wholly false and without even a scintilla of truth in them. In answer to the charge that our census returns were padded for the purpose of piling up anti-prohibition voices, in case such were needed, would simply say that the laws of our state require all cities of the first class to have every voter registered under oath on certain days previous to election, which days are set apart and named by law. Any one so desiring can count the number of votes before the polls are opened, and should the total vote of the city exceed such count, the evidence of fraud would be so plain that the whole vote could be thrown out.
Our city directory for 1890, which was issued last April, contains 856 pages of names, with an average of fifty-five names to each page, or 56,915 names, which number, multiplied by the number three, will give us a population of 140,745. Again, the vote of our city, as compared with other cities in the west, at our last November election, more than confirms the report of the United States bureau as to our population for 1890 being 139,750. For instance, the vote cast by the following respective cities was:
Minneapolis...26,954 Omaha...21,458 St. Paul...19,022 Kansas City...17,060 Denver...16,090
The population of the above named five cities, as shown by the federal census, is as follows:
Minneapolis...104,738 Omaha...139,750 St. Paul...133,301 Kansas City...132,000 Denver...126,000
With above statement of facts presented for your notification, if so desired, I believe you had to do the city of Omaha the
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THEY WERE FROM MISSOURI
A Section of That State's Population Discovered at Spirit Lake.
The Summer Resort Benefactor and His Functions - He Will Have a Special Crown When He Dies - The Omaha Crowd.
Hotel Orleans, Spirit Lake, Ia. Aug. 15 (Special Correspondence)- Crandall's Immediately across the lake from the Hotel Orleans, has the reputation of being a popular place of resort, and your correspondent therefore went over for the purpose of finding what city worn mortals sought its shades and beaches.
The beach was there all right enough, and so were a dozen brown babies, who were paying a slight tribute to custom in the ways of clothes, but who could not be said to be outdoing the law in that regard. These blessed innocents appeared to be in process of reincarnation. They were rapidly evolving into ducks. Drowning appeared to be a physical impossibility. They had scooped up the mud and formed a miniature harbor, and in this they were floating tiny boats, while one of them simulated a water spout by filling an enormous watering...
Not At All Slow.
...pot and pouring it upon the unfortunate fleet. Incidentally several quarts of the dirty fluid went on the tow head of a boy with bow legs, but this discomfited neither the babe who poured the mud nor the babe who received it.
As even very fastidious folks relax at summer resorts your correspondent thought nothing of this. Besides, babes will be babes. So she went on, still expecting to find neighbors and friends in the midst of those oaken groves.
The hotel building with its several annexes is situated some way up the beach, and with the entirely innocent desire to accumulate facts or some apology for them, a door was tried. But a resentful hand held it fast on the. For a minute I was seized with a that I had intruded into the privacy dressing room. But no, was merely the dining room. The force with which the door was held fast demonstrated the fact that the folk at Crandall's know how to protect their commissary stores - which is one of the first requisites of a successful campaign.
Just then a girl who was making pink paper flowers appeared on the scene. There was something in her freckles, in her good nature, in her homely prettiness that presented an idea, or a type, or a place, but the solution evaded me, as such things will. But I knew that girl was just as typical as a wild girl from Australia, only I couldn't remember where she belonged. When she was asked where the office was she went to show the way - and there was something in that act that belonged to the type. Her smile was saucy, though she probably didn't know it, and her freckles had a cheerful way of gleaming out, like stars from a little sky - and it all belonged to that type, whatever it was.
In the office, there was profound quiet - quiet as if a funeral were in process.
But there was no funeral. There was only a game of poker.
Four men, with their trousers tucked in their boots, sat solemnly around a deal table. They had their hats on, their beards were long, and their eyes were the color of buttermilk.
The reporter paused. She felt a bit timid. Something in the air seemed - well, it seemed different. It wasn't exactly sulphurous, but it was certainly different.
"I beg your pardon," I said, "but would you be kind enough to tell me, if it isn't any trouble at all, and won't interrupt your game, whether or not there are any Omaha people staying with you?"
There was a silence. It might even be designated, as it frequently is in tales of the plains, "an ugly silence." Three of the men in turn looked at each other. Then they all looked at the fourth. After a deliberation which was certainly impressive, one of them said: "There ain't."
Nothing but devotion to duty made me remain. But there is nothing like dying at your post.
"Perhaps, then," I went on, "there may be some one here from Council Bluffs?"
Again three of the men looked at the fourth. This fourth man had longer whiskers than the rest, and his boots came up higher. Possibly that was why the other three deferred to him. Again he said with that sepulchral accent: "There hain't."
"Ah!" said I with a sort of English accent that I always take to when I am frightened- perhaps because I feel that my oppressors will hear in fancy the roar of the British lion behind me - "I should be awfully glad to know whether or not you are camping out? Do you have tents?"
Three men looked at the fourth. The fourth put his hand into his boot top. Was it a flea - or a bowie knife? I got hold of the door knob and waited. The silence deepened for two seconds. Then the fourth man said: "None ain't got no tents."
The hand was withdrawn from the boot top without any accomplishment, so I ventured one more question.
I can't tell what made me adopt the peculiar phraseology that I did. I never said anything like that before. It was just some occult action of the brain. It spontaneous tribe to the fitness. jocularly, "where do you all come from?"
The four dropped their cards. They turned around on me with four wide Ozark smiles, something like the one worn by the girl with the pink paper flowers, and they answered in chorus:
"Why, wesall come from Missouri. Where'r yousall from?"
I took lemonade, of course, for I don't drink anything stronger,
And I ought to have known from the
Observed By All.
first where those brown babies and that nice little freckled girl and the top boots and the whiskers belonged!
But then life is a dream and a forgeting, isn't it?
"The young ladies at the Hotel Orleans occasionally complain that there is a lack of young men, Those young ladies have not had much experience at eastern resorts, or they would consider themselves very fortunate by contrast. The truth of the matter is Spirit Lake and the Orleans is very well supplied with young men.
And some of them are very nice young men.
In the middle of the week there is sometimes a dearth of masculinity, and then the gentle little Englishman from Lemars has to do more than his share of chair-bringing and shoe-tying and arm-offering. But he does it with an angelic patience. This very pleasant gentleman of leisure has evidently thought. He is a philosopher disguised in a tennis suit. He has said to himself:
"There are dozens of eminent statesmen; there are a surfeit of successful bankers and lawyers and physicians; there are almost too many preachers, and writers are at a discount; there has even been a Stanley, and two Stanley's would be a horrid bore, therefore I will fill another niche. I will be the Benefactor of the summer resort girl. There is no place where one can do benefacting on a larger scale than in the midst of the summer resort girls. I am therefore, going to fill a long felt want. And I can do it gracefully. I may even say, without egotism that I can do it artistically. Therefore I will rise in the early morning and a suit of blue and white flannel, and I will take in six young women in tennis skirts and blouses to breakfast. Then I will bowl with four other young ladies. Then I will drive and lunch with two others. Then I will play tennis with another, and I will take three more out for a sail. After that I will put on a dress suit and buy some roses for the military young easily dance with twelve dear girls in the course of the evening, and say some pleasant things to them on the piazzas. Then I will accompany two or three to the doors of their rooms, and say something about partings being such sweet sorrow - of course, it will be necessary to get up a new speech now and then. And I will thus become a Benefactor, with a capital B. And while history may not record my acts of sacrifice nor poets sing them, I shall be cherished in the grateful memory of many and many a maid, and in heaven I shall have my own particular little crown and it will be quite different from the rest. It will be unique, in fact. And all the angels will nudge each other and say: "Who is that fellow? His crown seems something new."
"Ah, the other angel will reply, I think that is rather neat. It is the very latest thing. It is for the Summer Resort Benefactor."
"Now that," says the amiable English man from Lemars, "is not a contemptible mission!"
And it isn't.
Mr. Joseph Barker of Omaha is the Nestor of this crowd, and he has a diffuse paternal air which rests like a benediction on the house. Everyone feels it. Everyone is grateful for it. Mr. Barker is fond of bathing. He is not one of those wicked old gentlemen who wit on a bench in the sun and bring glasses with them to watch the pretty girls in the surf. He is one of the good old gentlemen who go in the surf. And once in, he ceases to be Nester and becomes Neptune. As no change of initial is necessary on his handkerchiefs, the transmigration involves no expense. The only real flippancy that Mr. Barker is guilty of is to sing "I'm her Jo," to a number of ladies whose names are withheld for previous reasons.
Mrs. Guy Barton and Mrs. Coleman chartered the steamer the day before their return to Omaha and invited their friends so take a ride around the lake. Several boxes of tempting confections and bowls of lemonade were a not insignificant part of the exploit. Mr. Arthur Gulou likes to give little sailing parties. Mrs. Branch, Mrs. Swobe, Mrs. McKenna, Mrs. Barkalow, Mrs. McCord, Mrs. Thurston, Mrs. Redick and a number of others are particularly devoted to cards. Mrs. Nye and pretty Mrs. Dundy continue to haunt the bowling alley, and to do execution there.
The Misses Mills of Des Moines are among the daintiest girls here. Their faces and their costumes are charming. The younger one wears a costume of dull green China silk, which has huge puffs of white foaming out here and there. and glimpses of gold, that makes her look like a fairy princess. Miss Orchard wears her gowns with a clinging effect that suggests Mary Anderson and the improved underwear. The effect is a little statuesque at times - and none the less beautiful for that. Miss Fairleigh of St. Joseph is a beautiful girl, with hair like a sea nymph's. The Omaha girls hold their own in point of beauty perhaps, but they certainly do not exceed in attractiveness the girls from Iowa and Missouri.
The latest arrivals here in whom Omaha and Council Bluff's folks will be interested are. Hon. John M. Thurston, John C. Cowin. Mrs. Cowin, Miss Edas Cowin Mr. W. B. Cowin, W. H. McCord, Mr. F.T. Mr. L. R. Pratt, Mr. C.S. W.F. Wyman, M.C.A. Ho and Mr. K. C. Barton. Meiple of Omaha has run. where she is spending a part of the summer. Miss McCord of St. Joseph, sister of Mr. W.H. McCord of Omaha, is here with her friend Miss Steele, who will be remembered as the guest of Miss Yates last winter.
On the nineteenth of the month the grand commandery of the Knights Templar of the state of Iowa, will assemble at Templar park, Spirit Lake. This is the twenty-seventh annual conclave of the state. Cyrus W. Eaton of Cedar Rapids, James A. Guest of Burlington. W. F. Fidlar of Davenport, W.F. Cleveland of Harlan, James M. Ferris of Floyd, Frank D. Boyer of Oskaloosa, George B. Owen of Marion, Rufus P. Smith of Monticello, John B, Parish of Des Moines, Alf Wingate of Des Moines, Edward S. Patterson of Hampton, William H Hall of Osceola, Andrew F. Armstrong of Audubon, and Theodore Schreiner of Mount Pleasant are the officers who constitute the grand commandary of the state, and all of these will probably be present. The programme is an interesting one. The parades are promised to be something brilliant and the grounds are exceedingly inviting. On the 21st of August a ball will be given at the Orleans hotel by Mr. Leland, the proprietor of the hotel, who is himself a sir knight. To this the friends and the ladies of the sir knights are invited. There are to be special railroad rates.
The interstate commercial association of the Missouri valley will hold its first annual meeting Thursday, August 14, at the Hotel Orleans. A banquet will be spread for them on the evening of that...
The Bathing Robe.
...day, which is to be quite the most elaborate thing the Orleans has yet had.
The Sixth regiment of the Iowa state militia will go into encampment for a week or ten days, beginning August 16, not far from this point. The Second regiment of United States troops will accompany them for the purpose of giving them instructions. Elia W. Peattie.
Wilhelm And A Bronco. The following is a characteristic anecdote of William, the present ruler of Germany. He was present at the Wild West show, and when the bucking horses were shown he came down from the stand and insisted upon trying one of them saying "he could ride it as well as any one" his suite and the officials of the show doing everything to dissuade his from his foolhardy project. During this time, however, the beast he had fixed his eyes upon, and the only one fit for his kaisership to try, as he thought, brooke loose from his rider and threw itself upon the crowd surrounding his majesty. It was a sauve qui peut with everyone but the kaiser, who received the charge of the animal and was rolled over and over in the dust of the course without any harm.
MRS. GLADSTONE AND HER SON. She Watches Him Making Speeches and Killing Rabbits.
While Mr. Herbert Gladstone was speaking on Monday night his mother sat in the ladies' gallery. She almost always turns up when her husband has a speech in hand, and it now looks as if "Herbert" were going to seriously increase her burden.
The last time I had seen Herbert's performances admired by his venerable mother says a writer in a London paper, was at Haywarden. Herbert was shooting rabbits not several hundred feet from the Gladstone house, for the ex-premier's abode is in an immense park of several thousand acres, given over exclusively to rabbits and deer.
That day Herbert had two men and a boy to keep him in the shooting. One put a ferret in a rabbit-hole, and the little white-tailed fellows would run out. Herbert then shot them down as fast as his men could hang him fresh guns.
This "sport" struck me as painfully cruel, but Mrs. Gladstone evidently was accustomed to it, for I could see her at a window looking toward the sport in evident admiration.
Jap Ladies Fair As Americans. In size the Japenese woman is small compared to those of America or northern Europe, her average height being 4 feet and 6 inches. Her complexion is peculiar to all Mongolians, which is especially true of the servants and outdoor laborers, but the upper and more refined class, those not subjected to scorching rays of summer's sun or chafing effects of a spring wind, are as fair as the average American woman. Her beautiful dark hair, kept glossy by the frequent dressing of the native coiffeur, her dark eyes not so obliquely set as artists paint them, taint the complexion slightly and make her skin appear more opaque than than than that of a light-haired, blue-eyed damsel of Sweden. Her form is plump, as nature intended it to be, not being pressed into unhealthy shapes by means used in more civilized lands. The most that can be said against her form is that her limbs and feet are short, shapeless and clumsy.
Considerate. Harper's Bazaar: "I like that young Mr. Fresleigh, Amanda. He was graduated this year. was he not?"
"Yes, pa. I am glad you like him, for I think he is real smart."
"He is real smart. He came to me at my office yesterday and said that as he expected to get through his vacation in September he wanted to go into business: and what do you suppose he offered to do?"
"What, paps?"
"Said if I'd make him a full partner in the business, he'd marry you.
DUEL WITH [LARIAT?] Exciting Battle to the Death Between Wild Mexican Cowboys.
Courier Journal: A novel duel was fought near Moore's station between two Mexican cowboys named Jose Carrasco and Manuel Bosco. Carrasco was in Possession of a fine mettled cow which Bosco claimed belonged to him, and had been stolen some time previous. The two men met in the roadside. They were both on horseback, and they hung from the pommels of the saddles. Bosco hailed Carrasco and demanded the return of the cow. The latter became furious at the suggestion that he had come in possession of a stolen cow, and his Mexican blood began to boil. Words of a sulphurous nature began to pass between the cowboys, when Bosco called Carrasco a liar.
Scarcely had been spoken when, quick as a flash, the irate Carrasco grasped his lasso from his saddle, and twirling it with a quick movement over his head, sent it with a swish toward Bosco's neck. The latter ducked his head and grabbed his lariat as he did so.
Then began one of the nearest, bloodless battles that has ever been recorded. Up and down the roadway the two horsemen dashed, the lassos of the duelists flying and circling in the air. Not a word was spoken. As fast as the lassos fell short of their mark they were jerked quickly together, and with a twirl over the head each cowboy endeavored to encircle the other's neck.
The horses were flecked with foam, and both of them dashed away in the same direction, seeming to realize the fight to the death going on between the riders. On spend the horses, but not word spoke the fighters. Bosco finally turned his eyes from the other cowboy for an instant, and quick as a flash, Carasco dropped the noose of his lariat over his adversary's neck, swung his pony around with a jerk, and putting spurts to the animal, started off in the opposite direction.
Bosco was jerked from his horse's back so suddenly that his neck was broken and he was dragged over the ground at full speed for more than a mile. The victor disengaged his lariat from his victim's neck and coolly rode into town.
A FALLING OFF. America: Miss Addie Pose - I do want I could find some means of falling off my weight. I am getting to be aight. Miss Grace - Why don't you try riding a bicycle? Miss Addie- Would that do me any good? Miss Grace- I'm not sure, but I heard my brother say that when he first rode he fell off considerably.
HE UNDERSTOOD. Lawrence American: She (in the parlor) - Oh Charley, I didn't know it was so late! Just see my watch! I'm almost one! He (rapturously) - Oh darling! Almost won! Let me hopefully you will make up your mind fully?
Two-Throws. Yonkers Statesman: Bacon - I think the girl a kiss as I was leaving. Egbert - and she threw you Bacon- No, she didn't. Her threw me - threw me about eight.
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Busy Women
Mrs. R. E. McKelvy, former leader of the current topics department of the Omaha Woman's club, was the speaker of Tuesday afternoon at the department meeting at the club room.
Mrs. McKelvy has recently returned from an extended southern and eastern trip. This was the subject of her talk to the women. She was a guest at the Cordon club in Chicago of which Mrs. Elia W. Peattie is president. She also attended the Chicago Woman's club as the guest of Mrs. Henry Barrett Chambers, sister of William J. Byrne of this city. Her observation of the work of the women in the council of defense work on her trip was given.
Mrs. Mary I. Creigh is leader of the department.
Mu Sigma.
The members of the Mu Sigma held the last meeting of the year Wednesday morning at the home of Mrs. James Patton. Mrs. George Damon was the leader of the morning. Mrs. N.P. Feil and Mrs. C.W. Axtell were the assistant leaders. the next meeting of the club will be held January 9.
O.W.C. Railway Mail Service.
The Omaha Woman's club of Railway Mail Service met Wednesday at the home of Mrs. E.F. Wallace. Following an interesting program the club had a grab-bag for the members and guests. In responding to roll call all members gave a favorite recipe. Mrs. D.C. Dodds was a leader of the day.
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Tribute to Nebraska
For 35 years the pupils who attended district school near a small New England village have been holding an annual reunion. This same school building has been standing there for over a century, and so strong is the memory of school days at this old school that it has drawn to these reunions former pupils from almost every state in the union.
It was the writer's privilege and pleasure to be present this year at this reunion and to meet here besides many relative and friends, nor first teacher, now a snowy hatred, dear old lady.
It is the custom of each prodigal to boast of (?) state of his or her adoption and when it came this member's turn, she paid the (fllwing?) tribute to Nebraska:
"As I stopped from the train at the little city of K------ last evening, I said to myself, 'This is my own, my native land,' and I am very proud, and happy to be a native of New England, but if I had not been born here, I had rather have been born in Nebraska than in any other state in the union."
As a child I was taught, along with the catechism, that "Boston is the hub of the universe," but as a matter of fact if a great wheel were drawn upon the map of this edge of the rim on the Atlantic and one on the Pacific, and the spokes drawn in at right angles, the center or axle, around which the rest of the world revolves would be in the very heart of Nebraska, the wonderful.
Nebraska with its great fields of golden grain and purple alfalfa, and emerald leafed sugar beets; its flocks of sheep and herds of swine; its great dairy and poultry farms and packing houses.
Nebraska that has on its eastern edge the largest smelting works in the world and on its western border the most marvelous deposits of fossil remains of prehistoric animals in existence.
Nebraska, whose state capitol building is a marvel of modern architecture and whose stately tower will soon be kissed by (?) clouds and greeted by airplanes only.
Nebraska, the home of that great orator and statesman, William Jennings Bryan; J. Sterling Morton, the founder of Arbor day; of General John J. Pershing; of Colonel Cody (Buffalo Bill); of John Neihart, poet laureate and author of "Hugh Glass" and "Songs of Indian Wars;" of Robert F. Gilder, whose busy brush has immortalled the landscape of our state; of Willa Cather and Bess Streeter Aldrich; of Grace Abbott; of Dr. Olga Stastny; of Minnie Freeman Penny, heroine of the blizzard of 1888, and of Francis Ford and Elia Peattie, past presidents and charter members of the Omaha Woman's club.
Nebraska, the state that has furnished these United States more near presidents than any other state in the union, and the only flying grandmothers; and Nebraska that defeated the daylight saving law. E. W. H.
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Health can be Purchased
If you would visit any one of the greater water works plants in cities the size of Omaha, Lincoln or Sioux City, you would be amazed to see all the machinery and work done to make your drinking water safe. In all of these plants you would find a Chlorinator similar to the one shown here.
The Chlorinator automatically adds chlorine to city water. Seventy-five per cent of the people of North American drink water that has been sterilized by such a method.
When Americans travel in foreign countries, they are in constant fear of the drinking water. In American cities everywhere the price of safety has been paid. Typhoid fever deaths are but a fraction of what they were fifteen years ago.
What does it cost to have chlorinated water? . . . about one cent a year for each person.
Milk goes into as many homes as does water. Pasteurization of milk is just as scientific, just as necessary as is the sterilization of water. And though it costs us about fifty cents a year for each person in the city to pasteurize our product, the volume of business done permits us to give you this added protection without its costing you a single cent.
Dr. Bundesen, Health Commissioner of Chicago says ---
"Since the institution of an order in 1916 that all milk except certified be pasteurized, there has not been a single case of contagion traced to the milk supply, a record which speaks volumes for the efficiency of pasteurization as a public health measure."
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First Good Fellows in '77
Old Booklet Tells How World-Herald, 50 Years Ago, Fostered Spirit of Giving.
Distribution of Christmas gifts to families of the poor in Omaha, which has developed into the present-day Good Fellow spirit, was originated by The World-Herald nearly 50 years ago, according to a souvenir booklet published in 1910 by the First Presbyterian church in celebration of the church's semicentennial anniversary. The booklet is in the collection of Henry Kieser.
Among the reminiscent articles in the booklet is one by Rev. William J. Harsha, pastor of the church from 1877 to 1892. He wrote:
"The giving of gifts to the poor of the city at Christmas originated with The Omaha World-Herald. I think it was Mr. Peattie, at that time managing editor, who conceived the idea; or it may have been his gifted wife, Elia W. Peattie. At all events, our church was selected as the distributor, and I was glad to undertake the active management of the distribution. Mrs. Peattie accompanied me on many a trip of exploration, and it may be that a part, at least, of her well-known interest in the struggles of the poor sprang into life as the result of what she saw. The World-Herald gave us unlimited support, as indeed did members of all the churches of the city, although ours took the lead."
Continuing, Dr. Harsh wrote: "There were two movements during my pastorate to which I look with peculiar pleasure. One was the inauguration of a practical interest in the American Indians and the other was the custom of distributing gifts at Christmas time to the poor children of the city. One was nationwide and the other but local in its nature, yet both resulted in such good as may well be remembered at this holiday season, the one contributing to 'peace on earth' and the other to good 'good will among men.' "