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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 28, 1901)
‘‘WHAR DEW I CUM IN?” (Being the Soliloquy of a Farmer on the Free Raw Sugar Question.)’ ‘‘Thar's a mighty lot cr talkin’ about farmers 'n thar rights, ’N the wonderful prosperity thet beet growin' invites. Thar's a heap er foolish crowin’ ’n the 'beats’ begin ter shout ’n holler fer the Tariff ter keep free raw sugar out! But I notis thet the beet-producin’ farms are very few', An’ the farmers through the country ain’t got much cf it ter dew. 1 he hull land ain’t a-raisin’ beets, ’n ain’t goin’ ter begin. Beet growin’s right fer sum, I guess—but, whar dew 1 cum in? The farmer gits four dollars now fer every ton o’ beets— A hansom price, I must allow—-but hidin’ sum deceits. Beet sugar manyfactercrs admit es they hev found Thet "granylated” costs ’em sumthin’ like tew cents a pound. In fact thet leaves a profit on which they’d greatly thrive— And—if it kin be sold fer three, why should we pay ’em FIVE? It seems ter me es thet's a game thet's mighty like a skin— But—if thar’s any benefit—waal,—whar dew / cum in? When Uncle Sam’s in want o’ cash we’re glad ter help him out, ’N we'll stand all the taxes thet are needed, never doubt, But when his pocket-book’s well lined an’ nary cent he lacks, lit seems ter me his duty’s ter repeal thet sugar tax. Them fellers wot is interested sez its to protect The beet-producin’ farmer thet the duty they collect, But I guess thet explanation es a little bit too thin— The sugar maker,—he's ail right;—but—whar dew we cum in? Take off raw sugar duty an' the price will quickly fall, To everybody’s benefit, for sugar's used by all. The poor will bless the Government thet placed it in thar reach— (’n millions of our citizens free sugar now beseech) The dealer ’ll be delighted—less expenditure fer him— More demand ’n bigger profits—which at present are but slim. An’ the farmer ’ll be as well paid as he ever yet lies ben— But he’ll buy his sugar cheaper—thet’s whar he an’ I’ll cum in. Now, whar’s the sense er reason of the sugar tax to-day, When our treasury’s a-bulgin’ an' we hev no debts ter pay? The duty on raw sugar's Fifty million every year— An’ the people's got ter pay it—thet’s a fact thet’s very clear. Fifty million! Great Jerusha! Ter protect beet magnates, too, Why should they tax ALL the people—just ter help a scattered FEW? And the FEW? Beet-sugar MAKERS! Don’t it really seem a sin Thus ter help an' fill thar coffers? Whar dew you an’ I cum in? The farmer growin' beets hes got a contract price for years,— Free raw sugar wouldn't hurt him, an’ of it he hes no fears. But mebbe, like myself—he’s also growing fruit so nice— Ter preserve it—at a profit—he needs sugar—at a price! The repealing of the duty surely cuts the price in two— Thct’ll make a mighty difference, neighbor, both ter me an’ you! Let the sugar manyfactrer make such profits as he kin— Ter him it may seem right enuff—but whar dew I cum in? An’ I ain’t a-goin' ter swaller all the argyments they shout Thet the farmers need protection—an' must bar raw sugar out. Common sense is plainly showin’ that the people in the land Want raw sugar free in future—an’ its freedom will demand. ’Tis a tax no longer needed—hateful to the public view,— Taxing millions of our people to enrich a favored few. They can’t blind me any longer with the foolish yarns they spin.— While they’re busy makin’ money—whar dew you and I come in? I’m a-goin' ter keep on hustlin', talkin’, plcadin’ with my frends,— Ain’t no sense in lettin’ others gain thar selfish privet ends. I’m a-goin’ ter write ter-morrer to my Congressman ’nd say Thet he oughter do his best ter kill that tax without delay! Feller-farmers, do your utmost—whether you grow beets or not To repeal the tax on sugar—you can but improve your lot! 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A man doesn’t mind being a fool as long as he doesn't know it. There is no trick in dyeing. You can do it just as well as any one if you use PUTNAM FADELESS DYES. Boiling the goods for half an hour is all there is to it. Sold by druggists, 1 Oe. package. Few men have enough self-confi dence to enable them to ignore their own mistakes. A good companion makes good com pany. Versatile Nlcolay The late John G. Nicolay was a man of many and varied accom plishments. Beginning his career as a clerk in a country store, he beeam6 successively a printer, editor, pub lisher and proprietor of a newspaper, a private secretary, a diplomat and an author. Besides, he was an accom plished linquist, a connoisseur of mu sic and art and something of a poet. As to his part in the preparation ot the biography of Lincoln, which was jointly the work of Mr. Nicolay and John Hay, the latter is credited with the graceful explanation that he did half and Mr. Nicolay the other half. Hero of Memphis I)e»d. Father Aloysius Wiever, a Francis can priest, who died in the Santa Barters mission, in southern Califor nia. on the morning made memorable by the death of President McKinley, was the man who, in 1878, earned the title of "the hero of Memphis.” He was a native of Vreden. Germany, hav ing been born sixty-three years ngo. He came to this country when 20 years old. In 1870 he removed to St. Louis, and in 1873, when the plague of yellow fever broke out In Memphis, he voluntarily went to the stricken city and remained through the plague, rendering assistance alike to white and black. CANADA’S CAPITAL AROUSED. Never Wa» There Such Excitement— riiyslrlaos' Association Trying to Explain. Ottawa, Canada, Nov. 25th.—This city is stirred up as never before. Some seven years ago the local papers published an account of a man named George H. Kent of 408 Gilmour street, who was dying of Bright's Disease and who at the very last moment after several of our best physicians had de clared he couldn’t live twelve hours, was saved by Dodd’s Kidney Pills. People who know how low Mr. Kent was refused to believe that he was cured permanently and the other day in order to clinch the matter the pa pers published the whole case over again and backed up their story by sworn statements made by Mr. Kent, in which he declares most positively that in 1894 he was given up by the doctors and that Dodd's Kidney Pills and nothing else saved him, and fur ther that since the day that Dodd’s Kidney Pills sent him back to work seven years ago, he has not lost a single minute from his work. (He is a printer in the American Bank Note Printing Company.) Mr. Kent is kept quite busy during his spare hours answering inquiries personally and by letter, but he is so grateful that he counts the time well spent. Indeed he and his wife have shown their gratitude to Dodd’s Kid ney Pills in a very striking way by having their little girl—born in 1896— christened by the name of “Dodds.” Altogether it is the most sensational case that has ever occurred in the his tory of medicine in Canada and the perfect substantiation of every detail leaves no room to doubt either the completeness or the permanency of the cure. The local physicians have made the case of Kent and Dodd’s Kidney Pills the subject of discussion at several of the private meetings of their associa tion. llelon Gould's VaH»r Gift. Miss Helen Miller Gould has given to Vassal' college two scholarships ol $10,000 each for the benefit of grad uates of the Tarrytown high school and of the Washington Irving high school at Irvington, N. Y. Svjwfp ~ Has § *• I If .3 Refresh^ And Acts ^ Ifi ta „ Pleasantly and Gently, a 3 [rASS’ST3 °% ritual C°nstipATIo £ jo f° Overcome permanently ^ ^ RAf With many millions of families Syrup of Figs has become the W* Rjtt ideal home laxative. The combination is a simple and wholesome JK k» one, and the method of manufacture by the California Fig Syrup -’JJ Company ensures that perfect purity and uniformity of product, which have commended it to the favorable consideration of the <§S. (fk most eminent physicians and to the intelligent appreciation of all ^3 who are well informed in reference to medicinal agents. ^ Syrup of Figs has trulyr a laxative effect and acts gently with- ^k 0 out in any way disturbing the natural functions and with perfect ^4 freedom from any unpleasant after effects. ?? In the process of manufacturing, figs are used, as they are *3 pleasant to the taste, but the medicinally laxative principles of the j ^ combination are obtained from plants known to act most bene ficially on the system. CA m To Jet its beneficial effects— H ^ ^ buy ihe ^er\uir\erMar\\jfakct\jred by §£ 1 C^M©nm Fig ^ Louisville. Ky. S&n Francisco. Cal. Hew YorKNX for sale bv all druooibts price jo» pep bottle i C/xt First | X5hanKsgi'Ving NCIDENTALLY,” re marked the man with a basket on his arm as he came into the presence of the editor. ‘‘I night men tion the fact that if you want the fined, and fat test turkey for your Thanksgiving dinner, my store is the place to get it, but that is not what I am here for. I came in to bring you an item of interest. You may not know, notwithstanding an editor knows more than anybody else on earth, that the first proclamation of Thanksgiving Day that is to be found in printed form is the one issued by Francis Bernard, Captain-General and Governor-in-Chief in and over his Majesty's province of the Massachusetts Bay in New Eng land, and Vice-Admiral of the same, in 17t>7.” The editor admitted that it had not occurred to him previously. “I’m glad I'm giving you something new,” continued the turkey man, "and now let me read it to you, so you may compare it with the modern style. It is headed ‘A Proclamation for a Public Thanksgiving:’ “ ‘As tne business of the year is now drawing toward a conclusion, we are reminded, according to the laudable usage of the Providence, to join to gether in a grateful acknowledgment of the manifold mercies of the Divine Providence conferred upon Us in the passing Year: Wherefore, I have thought fit to appoint, and I do, with tne advice of his Majesty’s Council, ap ---V L ' ^ ^ 1 •‘INCIDENTALLY,” SAID THE MAN. point Thursday, the Third Day of De cember next, to be a day of public Thanksgiving, that we may thereupon with one Heart and Voice return our most Humble Thanks to Almighty God for the gracious Dispensations of His Providence since the last religious An niversary of this kind, and especially for—that He has been pleased to pre serve and maintain our most gracious Sovereign, King George, in Health and Wealth, in Peace and Honor, and to extend the Blessings of his Govern ment to the remotest part of his Do minions; that He hath been pleased to Dless and preserve our gracious Queen Charlotte, their Royal Highnesses the Prince of Wales, the Princess Dowager of Wales, and all the Royal family, and uy the frequent increase of the Royal Issue to assure us the Continuation of the Blessings which wo derive from that Illustrious House; that He hath Decn pleased to prosper the whole Brit ish Empire by the Preservation of Peace, the Enerease of Trade, and the opening of new Sources of National Wealth; and now particularly that He aath been pleased to favor the people if this Province with healthy and kind ly Seasons, and to bless the Labour of :heir Hands with a Sufficiency of the Produce of the Earth and of the Sea. “ ‘And I do exhort all Ministers of the Gospel with their several Congre gations, within this Province, that they issemble on the said Day in a Solemn manner to return their most humble thanks to Almighty God for these and ill other of Her Mercies vouchsafed into us, and to beseech Him notwith itanding our unworthiness, to continue His gracious Providence over us. And 1 command and enjoin all Magistrates md Civil Officers to see that the said Day be observed as a Day set apart lor religious worship, and that no ser /ile Labour be performed thereon. “ ‘Given at the Council Chamber in Boston the Fourth Day of November, 1767, in the Eightn Year of the Reign if our Sovereign Lord George the I'hird, by the Grace of God, of Great Britain, France, and Ireland, King, De lender of the Faith, &c. “Fra Bernard. “ ‘By His Excellency's Command. “ ‘A. Oliver, Sec’ry. “ ‘God Save the King.’ “Remember what I told you about he place for Thanksgiving turkeys,” aid the turkrey man, laying the paper ■n the desk and walking out.—New fork Sun. Happiness has ltss use for comfort han indolence has. Satire Is the salt of wit rubbed on sore spot. — Lov* and a silver dollar are tested by j ne r'jjg. fF the many feast days celebrated throughout the world, Thanksgiving Day, the day set apart by proclamation to give thanks to the Giver of all good for the mercies and blessings of the year is nearest and dearest, to the hearts of the American people. Especially is this so in historic old New England, where family ties, associations and memories, together with the day-by day life of the hardy sons and daugh ters of this prosperous and picturesque region, are tempered and molded even to this day by the traditions of their Puritan ancestry, writes Kev. John Hall. Nearly three centuries ago a little band of brave, adventurous pioneers celebrated the first appointed day of Thanksgiving. Governor Bradford, at Plymouth, Mass., in the autumn fol lowing the landing of the Pilgrims, set apart a day to be devoted to thanks giving, prayer, praise and incidentally to various and sundry demonstrations of good will, good fellowship and a general good time for young and old. It was a day of bounty, o£ openhanded ness, a day when the lateh-string was not only altogether out, but the door was wide open. It is said of certain venerable Puritans that after the feast was over, after the hangers-on and the few poor of the neighborhood had been fed, that they gathered into baskets the scraps and bits that remained and went out through the highways and byways looking for hungry dogs and cats, that they also might bo filled on this blessed day. Failing in this, they placed the food on some rock or tree trunk, that the birds and wild beasts might eat thereof. There are many holidays around which pleasant memo ries cluster, but among them all Thanksgiving Day presents to our view the most kaleidoscopic pictures. This day for family reunion, this milestone on the pathway of human life, this day from which many households date their pleasures and their griefs, the red-letter days in the calendar of the aged and infirm, hoped for, waited for, prayed for, because it brought once more the smiling faces of loved ones; because it furnished one mofe delight before the venerable and snow-crowned heads were laid away in their last long home. There is one most delightful feature of this altogether happy occa sion: Blessed be the roof under which an unbroken family circle gathers. Then it is tnat the day can have its full significance of thanksgiving and praise. It is hard indeed to accept the decrees of Providence when they remove from us those to whom our hearts are close ly united. Try as we may, profess as we will, up from the depths of our souls comes the cry for the beloved who have been taken from us. But when we come, one and all, an unbrok en band and take our places at the ta ble filled with the good things of life, then in the fullness of our hearts we can give thanks not only for the plenty which has been showered upon us, but for the presence of those without wnom our lives would be incomplete and full of sorrow. It is meet that before we enjoy the delights of a table laden with the deli cacies and dainties with which the sea son has furnished us, that we should render our tribute of praise and thankfulness to the great Provider who giveth at the proper time the harvest of field, orchard, meadow, forest and stream. It is but common justice that we would do this even to a friend who has bestowed favors upon us. How much more, then, to the great Creator who gives not omy the simplest, but also the greatest, gifts of our lives! For the gift of life! What is life? Lite is the spirit of God Himself. When God made man He brc.thed into his nostrils His own breath and with it a fragment of his own spiritual and immortal being. 1 What | i « Girl I ® '• ) May Do | 1 i The girl who has cultivated the , spirit of thankfulness does not gush over at the gift of a daisy, and snap an indignant ‘Thanks!’ at the mat who has lost a day from the ofti e to gratify her little whim, writes ted ward j lu. Pell in the Woman's Home Co: ! panion. Of course- those mother. cf ours had their whims, and ex- [ 1 ercised the priceless privileges oi thoughtlessness and snapping now and then, as girls, and other than girls, have always done; but ) think it cannot be denied that the girl of a generation ago had a conscience on the subject of debts ot gratitude such as few have had since her day. I have said that I am afraid that with many of us today it is a lost art. 1 am sure that it is not given that prominence which it once had, and that it is not cultivated with the en thusiasm with which it once was. Girls are taught what etiquette says about it, but etiquottc deals only from the lips outward, and the result is that even our language tells the story of the decadence of thanksgiving. A traveler from Mars might hear our ‘Thanks!’ a million times and never suspect that it was meant as an ack nowledgment of a favor. I am sure that up to, say, a dozen years ago, Id those parts of our country where gal lantry has held out longest, one could not give up a seat in a car without being sure of a full return in an ac knowledgment that meant to ac knowledge something, and that to day the average man is utterly upset and undone when his ears catch the old sweet sound. Of course this does not Justify or j account for the current lack of gal lantry among men, but I am not en gaged in the hopeless task of restoring men to the old paths, but in the hope ful one of pointing out a neglected talent which the most charming of girls may cultivate with good results. I am not grumbling. I do not mean to say that the girl of the period is one whit behind the girl of the past. I do not believe in the decadence of women. I believe that the girl of today is equal to the girl her mother used to be; but I do not believe that it is enough to say of our girls that they are equal to the girls of the past any more than it is enough to say of a flower that has had the best attention of the best florists for a generation that it is as beautiful today as it was thirty years ago. If we have done wisely, the girl of today ought to have not only some thing which her mother lacked, but she ought to have all her mother's graces as well. Gut it is a serious question whether in pressing her de velopment we have not cultivated some qualities at the expense of others, just ns in pressing the devel opment of a certain flower wo have increased its size and beauty at the expense of its fragrance. ’Cindy, reach dah ’hino yo’ back ‘N’ han’ me date ah almanac, Wy, Land! t' morrer’s Thanksgivfn* Cot to git out an* make hay,— Don’ keer what de preachah say,— We mils’ eat Thanksgivin’ day, Uz sho’ uz you’s a-libbin’— You know whah Mails Hudson libs? Dey’s a turkey dah dat gibs Me a heap o’ trouble. Some day Hudson g’ine to miss Dat owdushus fowl o’ his: I s g’ine ober dah an’ twis’ ’At gobblah’s nake plumb double-. Coin’ pas dah t’ othah day Turkey strutted up an’ say: “A gobble, gobble, gobble!” Much uz of rnoii’t remahk: “Don* you wish at it wuz dahk? Ain’t 1 temptin’?” S‘ i; "b-ii huhk, Kr else dry'll be a s■, labblc.” **Take an' wring yo’ nake rig':’: iprick. Light on you lak a thousand brick. ■-N’ y"U won’t r nov. vital l.cL \ . u.'* ‘N’ 1 \v> lit Oil. ^ i. cvuK day, When i goes by 1 bat-..-way At fou i uad tni !i ii s.iy: aV I'm tiahd nv it 1 t. ii mi. (to go di hr. - Ad nigbr, A ' pat o n i: i: I :.km - light. N' I'll 1.1:n ’em lak a . d»b!.ih. Take « i . ’t *:: u;. . Inyimr pas> ; C« t to »n> r:ia v, ok up i'j.k' . Air'; a •?: iiu to tni »• n V; ss Off o no men's i : K4 y -yobblaiW
