Republican Candidates for Legislature in Douglas County
ALIIKRT J COLESON Photo by Hughes.
For Statu Senator
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JOHN F. SCHULTZ Photo by Heyn.
For State Senator
HOWARD II. UALDRIGE Photo by Heyn
For State Senator.
MEL UHL Photo by Rlnehart
For State Representative.
PATRICK M. MULLEN Photo by Rlnehart
For Stnto Representative.
CARSTKN ROHWKR Photo by Heyn
For State Representative.
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HENRY M'COY Photo by Heyn.
For State Representative.
FRKD M. YOUNGS Photo by Hughes.
For State Representative.
VACLAV IIUREHH Photo by Rlnehart
For State ReproHentatlve
OEORGK MEAD Photo by Hoyn
For Stato Representative.
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SAMUEL A. CORNEER Photo by Rlnehart.
For Stato Representative.
HURTON E, WILCOX Photo by Petersen.
For State Representative.
Short Stories Well Told
A stranger got off tho car mid accost
ing a nowBboy asked him to direct him
to tho ncareBt bank, rotates tho Chicago
Tribune.
"This way," said the "howbIo," and
turning thi) corner pointed to n skyscrnpor
Just across thu street.
"Thank you and what do I owe you?"
said tho gontloman, pulling a penny out
of Ills pocket.
"A quarter, please."
"A quarter! Isn't that pretty high for
directing n man to the bankT"
"You'll llnd, sir," said tho youngster,
"that bank directors are paid high In
Chicago."
A well known business mail, who is nf
lllcted with tho unfortunate and too pain
fully common delusion that he possesses un
usual literary attainments, especially In
tho llnu of poetry, Is an Inveterate smuker,
relates tho Detroit Free Press. The other
day ho was complaining of nervousness to
a friend, upon whom ho has Inflicted many
of his productions, and ho attributed his
condition to an over Indulgence In tobacco.
'Yet," ho added, "It helps mo out won
derfully In my literary work. My old
plpo Is n groat soother. Do you kuow
that often whon I am lost for nn Inspira
tion ull I havo to do Is to light my plpo
and the most beautiful word pictures como
to me. Actually, I don't bollovo I could
write without uiy plpo."
"Well, for hoavon'8 sake, stop smoking,"
quickly Interposed tho BUfforlng friend.
J. 10. C. Uodley, tho well known author
of tho clover and exhaustive book on
Franco lately published, was distinguished
In Loudon society ns a sayor of witty
things, reports Justin McCarthy. At a
luncheon party one day n woman waa de
scribing a visit Bho had paid to tho house
of a then famous nesthoto, who was sup
posed to havo a greater tasto for houso
decoration than for habits of frequont
ablution. Among other things, she de
scribed the harmonious coloring of his
bath room. Uodley expressed Incredulity
as to the aesthete's use for tho bath room.
Tho woman Indignantly repudiated tho In
sinuation and said: "I am sure ho bathes
a great deal," "In that case," said
Ilcdley quietly, "he must be an oveu
greater artist than I gavo him credit for."
"I was out In the" western part of tho
stato the other day ou a matter of busi
ness," said Hrown to a Detroit Free Press
man. "I expected to get back tho siuno
day, but I missed my train and was forced
to put up nt the alleged hotel that the llttlu
town nhere I was boasted of. I knew that
there was another train duo at tho little
burg at 3 In the morning, so when I retired
for thu night I left orders with tho old
man who ran tho 1 otel to be called In time
to catch It, as, my business being finished.
I wnnted t get away os soon as possible
" 'Goln' tor try an' catch that train, ch?"
wild he. 'Wrl, I don't think yo will.'
" 'Well, you attend to your part and I will
attend to mine,' I answered shortly.
"Well, the old Iran called mo about 2 30
In tho morning and I started for the
station, arriving thero In time to stand
on the platform and watch the train pans
by without stopping. Then It dawned upon
mo that it was n limited and was not
In tho habit of stopping at small places.
To say that I was mad does not express
It and I charged back to tho hotol with
tho Idea of reading tho riot act to the old
man for not telling mo of tho fact.
"'Didn't you catch tho train?' ho asked
whon I came In, primed to tho oxplodlng
point.
" 'No, I didn't,' I snapped.
" 'Wul,' ho drawled, 'I didn't think yo
would, unless yo wuz an all-fired fast
runner. But I wuz wlllln' tor see what yo
could do.' "
General Henry Kyd Douglas was ono of
tho most heroic soldiers In Stonewall
Jackson's command during tho civil war.
Hn has fclnco been a Jurist, statesman and
social Hon and, added to his long and In
terestlng career of versatility last summer
by winning great applause and golden
comments at a fashionable cakowalk given
at. ono of the northern resorts. There Is
very llttlo that General Douglas cannot
do. Ho was tho chief of staff under Stono
wall Jackson and learned tho art of war
from that great general. Ho was called
ono of tho most fearless and dashing
riders In tho whole southern army. Ho is
tho kind of hero who would meet death
iib cheerfully as ho would pick up n per
fumed handkerchief from a ball room
llcor. Every year his engagement to some
prominent woman is announced and
promptly denied. Ho Is ono of tho men
who happen to bo happy though bachelors.
Among the stories ho tells of Ills army
experience is that of the bravest man lu
over know. Ho saw a young fellow stnrt
to run, then halt and go forward, march
ing Into what seemed to bo tho very Jaws
of death, lie expected ns a matter of
ceurso that ho would bo killed and gavo
no more thought to him until after tho
battle. Riding over the Held ho recog
nized tho rash youth. Ho asked him what
had Impelled him to do such a bravo
thing. Tho reply, nfter some hesitation,
was as follows:
"Well, colonel, It was Just this way. I
am tho worst coward nn earth and I
started to run and I Intended to koep on
running 'til I got home, but nil of a
sudden tho faco of a llttlo girl roso be
fore mo nnd whon I saw her I knew I
Just had to fight and then I waded In and
did my best."
His Pedigree
Atlanta Constitution: "Is airy letter
hero for mo?"
"Who's you?"
"I'm Ulll."
"An' who's 11111?"
"Fer tho Ian' sake, don't you know me?
I'm Bill, that married Susan, that married
Tom, that died last harvest, when cotton
A'uzn't fetehln' enough ter pay fer the
plckln', an' oP Jones shot n nigger fer
stealln' of a mule that wuz lame in one leg
an' foundered In all fours: an' ef you hain't
got no letter fer me gimnilo a postal curd!"
The Cod
Detroit Journal: In the eapltol at noston
wo saw tho famous Stuffed Cod.
"Was that put up with a serious purpose
or Just for a cod?" wo hastened to ask.
Whereupon tho guide became very angry
nnd threatened to havo us arrested, until
wo calmly reminded him that tho copyright
of this Joko had expired by limitation.
Seeing that wo know our rights tho fellow
apologized.
