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About The monitor. (Omaha, Neb.) 1915-1928 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 25, 1916)
The monitor A Weekly Newspaper devoted to the civic, social and religious interests of the Colored People of Omaha and vicinity, with the desire to contribute something to the general good and upbuilding of the community. Published Every Saturday. Entered as Second-Class Mail Matter July 2, 1915, at the Post Office at Omaha, Neb., under the act of March 3, 1879. THE REV. JOHN ALBERT WILLIAMS, Editor and Publisher. Lucille Skaggs Edwards and William Garnett Haynes, Associate Editors. George Wells Parker, Contributing Editor and Business Manager. Joseph LaCour, Jr., Lincoln Representative, 821 S. St., Lincoln. SUBSCRIPTION RATES, *1.50 PER YEAR Advertising Rates, 50 cents an Inch per Issue. Address, The Monitor, 1119 North Twenty-first street, Omaha. Telephone Webster 4243. BISHOP MILLSPAUGH By the death of Bishop Millspaugh, which occurred at his home in To peka, Kansas, early Wednesday morn ing, the Episcopal Church loses the earthly services of an earnest and consecrated leader and our race a sympathetic, sincere and devoted friend. We say “earthly services” ad visedly, because those wrho have pass ed within the veil still render service and exercise a ministry to and on ae half of those who tarry here a little while longer. It is a service and min istry of intercession and who dares presume to say that such service is less potent than the service and min istry wrought by them while in thd flesh ? The translated life has not lost either its desire for service or its po tency to serve. This truth is patent \.ith that of the soul’s immortality Tin' earthly career ends. The soul’s service ceases not. An inspiring and most comforting thought. The passing of Frank Rosebroak Millspaugh, bishop and doctor, will be sincerely mourned by hundreds wrho knew and loved him. His ten years' labor here at Trinity Cathedral, more than thirty years ago, left an indel lible impression for good upon this community. With untiring zeal he planted missions in different parts of this growing city which subsequently developed into centers of spiritual up lift. Deeply interested in the spir itual welfare of the Colored people and anxious to bring them under the influence of the Episcopal Church, 'ze organized St. Philip’s Mission to min ister to our race, and associated with himself a young Colored man, William H. Green, who was subsequently or dained to the priesthood, and wdth whom he shared his salary. The Church of St. Philip the Deacon, which has meant so much to the re* ligious life of this city, thus owes its origin to him. In Minnesota and in Kansas, as a priest and as a bishop, he was also deeply interested in ad vancing the work of the Episcopal Church among the Colored people, and was ever eager and anxious to do whatever he could in our behalf. He was always the optimistic, warm hearted, sympathetic friend. We are profoundly grateful for the life and labors and friendship of this faithful servant of God. God grant to him eternal rest and may light perpetual shine upon him. THANKSGIVING DAY Next Thursday is Thanksgiving Day. The President of the United States has issued a proclamation call ing upon the people of this country to assemble in their respective churches to return thanks to Almighty God for the benefits bestowed upon this na tion and people. And surely there has never been a year in the lieftime of this generation in which it was more fitting that we should assemble together to publicly acknowledge our gratitude to God. We, as a race, sharing in the senti ment of the country, are fast drift ing away from the religious moorings of our fathers. They had a conscious ness of their dependence upon God and were not ashamed to acknowledge it. This is true of those who founded this nation. Thanksgiving Day is the national recognition of this fact. We need the reminder that such a day gives us, or is designed to give us, of our dependence upon God. Let us, therefore, sincerely observe ,t as it should be observed by: 1. Attendance upon divine service. 2. Providing, according to our ability, for the needs of others; and 3. Engaging reasonably and with self-restraint in such innocent pleas ures, recreations and amusements as may seem most suitable to us. WHERE ARE MY CHILDREN? A startling drama entitled “Where Are My Children?” is being present ed at the Brandeis Theatre. It is a tragic unfolding of a play based upon one of America’s greatest crimes, ab ortion. Realistic an deeply impres sive, it teaches a lesson which should not be soon forgotten. We venture to believe that of the thousands of wo men who saw it, none but has received a clearer insight and holier regard for the blessing of motherhood than she has ever known before. Unfortunate ly among our own race are women who have been guilty of the crime de picted in this drama and we hope that these have seen it and will ponder deeply upon the lesson. Motherhood is the most sacred gift given by God to womankind. A pros pective mother in honorable wedlock has no right to feel ashamed for the baby that is to be hers, and people who think there is any shame therein are the basest of fools. Society and social pleasures are all right in their places, but when they make a woman to destroy the new lives for which earth calls, they are damnable. One tiny baby will outweigh all otheir pleasures that life can give and the only way to know this joy is to be come a mother. No agony can be greater than for a woman, after her youth is gone, than to sit alone and childless, crying, "Where are my children?” REPREHENSIBLE METHODS The Omaha Bee, in its issue of last Saturday, published under the cap tion “Hitchcock Blows in Young For tune,” a statement of the amount spent by Mr. Hitchcock in his cam paign for re-election. Among the items we note these: “W. H. Bates, J. W. Long and Mrs. J. E. Jeltz received respectively do lations of $2, $2, and $5. What for, the statement didn’t say.” The Monitor merely remarks that Mrs. Jeltz, who is a most admirable lady, has been a resident of Chicago for over three months. Her hus band has evidently been unprincipled nough to graft in her name. A low down, despicable trick. J. W. Long claimed to be an ardent supporter of the Hon. John L. Kennedy. Why did he get a donation from Senator Hitchcock ? AN OPEN LETTER TO OUR READERS Omaha, Neb., Nov. 26, 1916. Dear Reader: Do you know that The Monitor is now recognized as one of the leading Colored weeklies of the United States? Do you know that The Mon itor prints more race news than any newspaper in the country ? Do you know that The Monitor is carrying a finer class of advertising than any Colored paper in the country? Pick up any of the larger race pa pers of the United States and you will find their pages daubed with anti-kink cartoons and skin-bleaching salves, advertising that impresses us as undesirable and repellant to any thinking member of our race. You have never seen one of those ads in The Monitor and what is more, you never will. We select our advertising as carefully as you select your food and we do it because we know that our readers are discriminating and particular. Colored people are good spenders. They won’t wear cheap clothes and they won’t eat cheap food. You know this and so does the merchant. There are many business houses in Omaha that want your trade and are willing to show you that they want it by ad vertising in your paper. We feel, and we believe you feel, that these merchants are entitled to your trade in preference to those who do not advertise. That is why we keep con | stantly before you lines concerning our advertisers. Now, the secret of the reason that The Monitor is giv ing you the best Colored paper in the United States is because our fine class of advertising enables us to give our readers a fine paper. That is the secret of our gradual success. Now in the past we must say that our readers have stood loyally be hind us and have patronized those who patronize us. That is why we hold so many good ads regularly. Our advertisers get results and results are what they want. Christmas is coming and much money will be spent in gifts and favors. Look up our ad vertisers and give them your trade. Go no where else. When you shop, tell the dealer that you saw his ad in The Monitor and he will assist, ad vise and direct you in purchasing the proper thing. We know it to be a fact that Colored people are shown greater courtesy and more kindly treatment in the shops of Monitor ad vertisers than in the shops of others. Be sure to carry your trade where wanted and we will continue to give you the finest Colored weekly in America. Therein lies the secret of newspaper success. Sincerely, The Monitor. OBVIOUS OBSERVATIONS An office-halder elcet remarked last week that Omaha has a population of 200,000, most of them job hunters. The most effective force making us all wish that Europe would stop scrapping is the way our change van ishes for food and clothes. If anyone dare tell us that a na tional campaign was on three weeks ago we will call him a pal of Ananias without batting an eye. The best wish that we can wish you this week is that a stray turkey will walk into your shed about nine o-clock Wednesday night and roost. Fine weather we are having, and if the forecaster will only invent an apparatus to chain up blizzards at their starting points, we will over look all his past sins. A farmer was indicted last week for destroying hundreds of cabbages and bushels of potatoes. Just let us meet him and there won’t be any need for an indictment. Articles concerning the Colored race take up so much space in America’s great dailies nowadays that we are beginning to feel that the nation really knows we are here. Thanking you for your most kind attention, we will now proceed to climb into the hay. SONGS OF SOLOMON. Spooning. 1. Hearken, 0 my son, to the coun sels of a father and give ear unto my high C wail. 2. Beware thou of the art called spooning, when thou holdest the hand of a baby doll, for thou are sowing the seeds of matrimony. 3. The ace giveth thee the giddy joys and the nifty nymph wooeth from thee vows of eternal devotion. 4. As thy gusher starteth its twin six cylinders, she beholdeth from afar off the vision of a cute cottage. 5. When thy arm slippeth around the waist line and thy lips seek honey, as doth the bee, thou beginnest to wonder if thou hast broken into heaven on a comp and found the velvet. 6. Thou keepest up the spoon spoon until the curfew ringeth the tom-tom, and then thou tearest thy self away with sadness. 7. When thou leavest and the door closeth after thee, the darling dryad dances with glee, because thou hast promised to lug along a young kim berly when thou cometh again. 8. Next morning when thy alarm clock calleth thee from the sweet hay, thou rubbest thine eyes and ere long remembereth thy promise and calleth thyself a Lob. 9. But thou canst not do the crab act then, 0 my son, else thou wilt face a deal calleth breach-o’-promise. 10. Therefore, beware of spoon ing, for it hinteth at dire and terrible things. MODESTY When every pool in Eden was a mirror Which unto Eve her dainty charms proclaimed, She went undraped without a single fear or Thought that she had need to he ashamed. 'Twas only when she’d eaten of the apple, That she became inclined to be a prude; And found that evermore she’d have to grapple, With that much debated question cf the nude. Thereafter she devoted her attention Her time and all her money for her clothes; And that was the beginning of con vention, And modesty as well—so I suppose. Reaction's come about through fash- * ions recent— Now girls conceal so little from the men, It would seem that in the name of all that’s decent, Some one ought to pass the apples ’round again. —Anon. Dan Desdunes' Orchestra, Webster 710, 2516 Burdette St.—Adv.