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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 3, 1925)
f I (Continued tram Yesterday.) ‘‘Sure. We'll keep the taffy-pullet Jn the window and two or three glrli In the back, makln’ pepminte. A lit tie later, maybe. I’ll have the girl) In the window, just to show how it’i done. But the bulk of our goods car come from the Steam Works—” ’’The kind Ma used to make?" "Practically. Only they'll look s little neater. And the Steam Works people have got to make 'em frorc Mil's receet—exclusively for us.” "Look out." said Jo. "I will," said Admah. "Did any , body sing up?" "There was somebody—let m( see—" ,jo considered a moment—"oh yp-j Henry Burgess called up anc wanted to see you right away." "What about?”. "The Live Wires Club, T reckon. H< said there was goln’ to be an lmpor tant meetln’ at four.” "Shucks:" said Admah. "I know wliat they’re after. They’ve beer pesterin' me about that for a month Hank Burgess wants to make mt president.” "Well," drawled Jo, "I wouldn’t rur away from that, If I was you.” "I can't afford It,” Admah objected "It's the first time ever I heard ol your savin’ money.” "Oh, it ain't the money I can’t afford. It’s the reputation I'm think in' about.” "Reputation?" Jo's dull eyes grew wide. "The Live Wires are all right In their way. Tl\ey’re a good bunch tc plav pool with and take lunch with once In a while. But be their presi dent? Uh uh!" Admah shook hit big head vigorously. "Why not, for the land sakes?” "Too small potatoes. I don’t intend to go round town tagged President ol the Live Wires. Candy Holtz Is bad enough, but that’s my label. I don't tie myaelf to any hick organization with rooms over a saloon and a deli catessen clerk for corresponding sec retary. I’ll use the Live Wires Just the way I use the T. M. C. A. Does me no harm. But President—uh— uh:" "Well, answer your own ’phone, said Jo rather spitefully, for the bell began ringing and more customers were coming through the door. "Hello," said-Admah into the little black tube which sometimes carries our voices into strange places, "oh, that you, Hank?" "Hello, Ad,” said Hank's voice, we ,-:-1 New York ••Day by Day l_---* By 0. O. M’INTYHE, New York, Jan 2.—The big salaries made by the stage stars are rarely turned to good account. More than half of them eventually strike bank ruptcy shoals. George M. Cohan is rich, but most of his money was made in the production end. Fred Stone's wealth was made largely In lucky real estate ventures. He is often reputed to he the richest American actor, yet some consider it significant that his father recently opened up a barber shop in Great Neck. ( Otis Skinner is fairly well to do. James K. Hackett Is a millionaire, but his was an Inheritance. The actor who has perhaps made the biggest showing alone la Julian Eltlnge, the female impersonator. He has played almost continuously for 20 years. Eltlnge is soon to retire to look after his ranch at Alpine, Cal. Will Rogers is thrifty and owns a home in New York and in California, but as New York considers wealth he is not so rich. David Warfield has prof ited largely by sound Investments. There are a few others of wealth but when you consider the large num ber of stars the list is comparatively small. Each season brings its quota of benefits for those names once burned against the Rroad'.vay heav ens. Diving in the world of illusion, the stage player often brings It Into the world of reality. Money becorftes the same value of stage money. Then, too, there is the wardrobe to keep up and other expensive items in the eter nal splurge the players feel they must maintain. Eddie Cantor, who has made enor mous salaries for many years, admit ted that until recently when he put his affairs In hands of a i>ank he had never saved a cent and was in debt. Cantor is a home loving fellow who does not drink or smoke. Yet he could not save. Down in an armor factory on Front street Is a near sighted, mild mannered little man who might be taken for a bookkeeper drudge. Yet he has faced 5,000 bullets aimed at his heart without a tremor. The human target makes his living fac ing bullets for an |rraor veat corpo ration. He has been the demonstrator for many years. The vest he wears , weighs about nine pounds. It is eon structed of patented graphite and metal plates fitted In sections. The armor looks very much like a tail ored vest and can be made to match the suit. He Is an old ocean greyhound who plies the liners to gamble for high s'ikes. I have seen him here apd abroad always where the lights are brightest. He Is married and has three boys who are being educated at rn exclusive school. He claims to he jqt'are in all his gambling and saya that he his made it an invariable ait'e to save 10 per rent of hi" win ning’. Rv doing this he also says hr bn 3100,000 Invested in high grade BrfVi;ities. Yet he points the lnevlt able moral with: "I'd give all I have h id I never touched a card. It It n terrible thing to realize that three fine sons will eventually know that their father was a professional gam bier." Broadway now has a million dollar hall room which la (o be devotdd In the uplift of the dance. It Is at Broad way and Ffty-third street and It wtll attempt to Join good manners ant good taste with good time. It is tr he the sort of place where the entire family may go for wholesome amuse ment . Most public dance halls In New York are tough resorts when "hostesses" are really women of bad ■, repute and wliere young “cadets' Seek to ensnare unauapeetlng youns Womanhood. There will alao lie high class profraalonal dancing numberi on the stage. The new bell room le lie Ini: watched with Interest by those thijm.'k to• reform the dance. all ain't aeen you at the club for lunch lately.” "No. I been pretty busy. Thought I’l drop In today, but .had to eat with a man at the Hamilton Grill." "Keepln’ pretty grand company, ain't you? Now look hya, boy. The annual election's today at four. And yo' club hrothers was thlnkin’ as how , Admah Holtz would look pnwful tine at the head of the ticket.” “Aw, Hank!” Admah's voice had grown positively affectionate. "If you knew how I appreciate the honah." "Well, then, we'll boost you—" "Don't do It, Hank.” "What’s the ldeer, son?” "Well, it's just a matter of busi ness, Hank. We're growln’ so fast I don’t hardly get time <% sleep. And I shouldn't wonder If I'd be spendin' most of my time In Clnclnnata the next six months or so. Thank the boys for me, Hank. And say!" This was an inspiration. "What's the mat ter with my steppin' round this after noon and nominatin' you?” "Me?" There was a flattered si lence on the other end. "Sure, boy! I’ve been boostin' you for the place ever since I got into the Club. . . .” Jo. who had been cracking taffy and listening at the, same time let his hammer fall with a spiteful clat ter to the floor. "Crazy as a bedbug!" he muttered Involuntarily. "How?" asked the customer, who was a little deaf. "Do you want chocolate or vanil la?" enquired Jo sternly. Mr. and Mrs. Jo Holtz had a house out in the Maxwell Addition and Ad mah, as their boarder, paid half the rent. To live eo far out of town was a little inconvenient. Just as it was a little inconvenient to keep Jo In the firm; but since his mother's death Admah had shown the strict est loyalty toward the brother, who, Intellectually, was many years his Junior. Jo was always hard up and threatened to move into the little flat over the store. He spent nothing on himself, but two of his children were going to school and his wife was aimlessly extravagant. Because Myr tle wasn't strong, according to her own admission, a very niuscular black woman came in by the day to cook and mind the baby while Mvs. Jo was off on shopping expeditions. An in dustrious bargain-chaser was Mrs. Jo. She could no more resist the sign “Marked Down” than a drunkard can resist a barroom door. As a result the shoddy new house, standing In a row of shoddy new houses in the Maxwell Addition, was a clutter of second-rate objects which Myrtle had caused to be sent home on the prin ciple that a bargain's • bargain. Myrtle and Jo seldom quarreled; not because they were fond of each other, hut because both lacked sufficient vigor to breed any very sharp dissen sion. Gentle and fawning In her man nee. she managed to give the impres sion that her brother-in-law was somehow keeping Jo back in his busi ness. The red-fronted store filled MyrUfe’ta mind with visions of mug niice (ce. If Admah was making mone.\ -and he must be, she con cluded—what was he doing with Jo's share? She hinted a great deal, around and about, only to gain an other of Admah's tolerant, irritating smiles. He slept and breakfasted at his brother’s house, but was seldom home for later-meals. The candy business Is confining, for the sugar-lover—like his less Innocent relative, the whisky lover—indulges his appetite, In hours of leisure. The red front store was open Sundays, holidays and evenings. Admah retained his two lunrh wag ons. doing a good all-night business In the Tenderloin. These gave him less trouble nowadays, because he had farmed them out on a percentage basis; but occasionally he made sud den midnight Inspections to protect himself against any tendency to cheat In the price of fried eggs or hot dogs. By day he was on the road a great deal, his busy' little Ford earning him from point to point, a bee seek ing honey—or the prospects of honey In flowers not yet unfolded. To be perfectly prosaic, Admqh was hunt ing out likely locations for his future chain of stores. His ultimate am bition was to have his headquarters. I ids Kin:.- Store, in the very heart of I ih-- whopping district. Herslnger's was 111 fuvor at that time; Herringer hud long since ceased to call him -If a candy man. He was a Confectioner. The back of his handsome shop ha-1 been turned into a little ire cream restaurant, with painted tables and a ladylike look. Herslnger's was an ^established meeting place for the feminine elite of the town. It had a distinction which Candy Holtz, with all his vaulting ambition, lacked taste, experience and capital to copy. But Herslnger's had become the Ultima Thule of his dreaming. Already he had made so bold as to inquire into an expiring lease for a store right oposlte the Hamilton Hotel. The Henry G. Camm Shoe Company, he learned, were planning to move Into the new Gunnison Euiklins. Their old lease expired the llrst of the year. . . . But in such speculations—purely mental—Admah's imagination ran swifter than his Ford. Actually he obtained an option on a corner near Miss Martincastle's school, not far from the place where, as a boy, he had volunteered to set Ma up in busi ness. That end of Prince's Avenue was being threatened by a Darktown invasion, and there was that to con sider before taking o\er a piece of property that required improvement. His keen, visionary eye had swept every corner of the old town which had then grown to more than a qdar ter of a million people. The physical character of the streets seemed to change over night. Old Helicon Park, still held by the aristocracy, had a brisk new business street not many blocks away. And it was in this region that the. eeccnd Candy Holtz sign made Its appearance undet the nose of a doss which would fain deny the existence of Holtz. One Thursday afternoon Into the shop stepped a figure unusual to the place. It was young, feminine, rathei tall and dressed in a dull green gown, plain and nicely made. Clear gray eyes looked out from beneath a drooping brim and rested at last upon Adntah, who didn't immediately recog nise her. A Scion, anyhow, he thought and blushed as he arose to serve her. "Tes, ma am." he agreed, and leaned across the mixed chocolate counter. "I wonder If I might »ee Mr. Holt*?" she asked In the sweetest possible voice. (To Bo y’ontlTinort Monday.) Little Johnny is reminded that when sled and automobile meet it s generally the sled that's smashed. Boston Transcript.__ ▼ THE NEBBS THE FRESH GUY. 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