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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (March 9, 1916)
T. V. Atkinson Estate Public Sale i * ■■ . .—.-■-= As executor of the estate of the late Thomas Atkinson 1 will offer the following property at public auction at the Atkinson ranch, 27 miles north and 3 miles east of Burwell, 22 miles west and G miles south of Chamebrs, 35 miles south and 3 miles west of Atkinson, com mencing at 10 o’clock a. m., on Tuesday, March 14th 100-Head of Cattle-100 Sixty-one head of cows, 17 with calves by their side, balance of the cows supposed to be in calf; G 3-year-old heifers; 3 heifers, 2 years old; 7 heifers, 1 year old; 1 yearling steer. Most of these cattle are high grade Herefords. One Hereford Bull, 6 Years Old. 16-Head of Horses-16 One bay mare, smooth mouth, weight 1450; one gray mare, eight years old, weight 1450; one gray horse, smooth mouth, weight 1200; 1 sorrel mare, in foal, weight 1100; 1 buckskin horse, smooth mouth, weight 900; 1 buckskin mare, smooth mouth, sup posed to be in foal, weight 800; 1 sorrel mare, six years old, weight 800; 1 iron gray mare, four years old, weight 1000; 1 bay horse, three years old, weight 1250; 1 sorrel horse, four years old, weight 1150; 1 sorrel horse, three years old, weight 1000; 1 bay horse, three years old, weight 1000; 2 colts, mares, coming two years old; 1 mare colt, iron gray, one year old; 1 sorrel mare colt, one year old. Farm Machinery, Etc. Three sets work harness; 1 saddle; 1 wagon and hay rack; 1 wagon with box; 1 top buggy; 1 Slide hay stacker; 1 Dempster hay sweep, ; foot guide, nearly new; 1 Deering 12-foot rake; 2 six-foot McCormick |! mowers; 1 Clover Leaf manure spreader; 1 disc; 2 riding cultivators; 1 12-inch grasshopper breaking plow; 1 cook stove; 1 small heating S stove; 1 table; 1 cupboard, bookcase and desk; 1 commode; 1 stand; 1 clock; 1 rocking chair; 1 double barrel shot gun; 1 dehorner; 1 tele phone, nearly new, and many other articles too numerous to mention. Plenty of Free Lunch Served at 12 O’clock TERMS OF SALE—One year’s time will be given on all sums over k $10, with approved security and 10 per cent interest. Sums of $10 and T under cash. / HUDSON BRUNER, Executor. Cols. James Mioore, and J. R. Jarvis, Auct. S. J. Weekes, Clerk AN OLD TIMER WRITES. Tells a Few Stories About Old Time; and Gives His Opinion on Cur rent Events. Mr. Frontier: Dear Sir:—I used ti <pr live in Holt County, and I used to writi for The Frontier and I expect that ou side the matter written by Doc Wathews himself, I was the first t< write things at his request that ap peared in its columns. But things changed. The republi cans and democrats got to fighting fo: spoils. T. J. Smith had come fron Niobrara, and brought a small print ing press, and ran a very small shee of a newspaper, and he said it wa; democratic, so Jim Perry met a fellov with a load of lumber on the northeri prairie, who was looking for a place t< pitch off his lumber and build a homi on the sunny sand hills of northeri Holt, near Brush Creek. Jim, after talking with the pros pective homesteader, found that hi was an ex-news paper man from, think, Marinette, Wisconsin, and pre vailed on him to throw off his lumbc: ^ and go with him to O’Neill. I happened to be visiting in a smai —.. V SUCCES VS. FAILURE Opportunity is not a jest— it’s an everlasting fact. Th< one great, basic different between the successful mai and the unsuccessful man i: that the one is prepared t< take advantage of oppor tunity when it comes—ant rides on to success. Th< other is not prepared—ant remains a failure. Are yoi preparing yourself for op portunity? $1.00—a trifle ii itself, but pregnant wit! possibilities that affect you entire future—starts you ^ Savings Account with us to day. And why not to-day? If you cannot master your wants now, you will never be master of dollars in the future. ^ This bank carries no indebtedness ( < officers or stock holders and we are a member of The Federal Reserve Banl Capital, surplus and undivided profu $100,000.00. THE O’NEILL NATION A BANK, I O’NEILL. NEBRASKA. little building which stood on the same ground that Jack Thomas’ does now, 5 and where the weak and thirsty sun and sand burnt pilgrim found stim ulant and beverage, this was the place where Jim always sought a regenera i tion of “spirits,” and a revival of des s pairing enthusiasm, and of course ; conducted his ex-newspaper man to . the then longed for harbor of rest, i Now my dear reader, to appreciate . this recounting of the past, I must ask you to hear how things usually went. • The fellow who owned the jugs and • bottles in the aforesaid small building i was about twenty-three years old, and a green horn at mixing drinks, but he ; had a very particular friend who did i know how to mix in the person of ' well I won’t say who, but he lived up i on the hill and owned 160 east of i where Mr. Mann’s house is now, so this ! friend said: “Why don’t you make i your own beverage ? I can make some for you, good stuff too, and if you get • me some peaches and alcohol I’ll make : you some nice peach brandy.” The ! peaches were bought, dry of course, • from old Pat, and all furnished, and in • a big pail carried off east to the farm. It was very hard at that time to get [ supplies, they were hauled over the divide from Niobrara City, and would often be gone before a new supply J could be had, especially after Old Cy I Buck’s wagon freight train had passed, or a band of Cow Boys passed through going west with cattle to the western range, in that case they always bedded their cattle south of the Elkhorn, and came across, to also seek ‘ a reviving beverage, and when both i they and the wagon train spent a night in O’Neill, the morning found the ^ small house with a much depleted 3 stock, and this day when our friend j Jim and the News Paper man sought hospitality and relief, it was just one • of those mornings, and the friend from } the hill had just brought in some fresh made peach brandy, but in the " manufacture had burnt the peaches 1 and it looked somewhat like the black j est kind of machine oil, and when Jim approached the board and said “fill ■ ’em up, and for g— sake hurry,” the j waiter said: “Nothing but peach brandy to-day,” and the decanter was ^ placed on the bar. Jim had been so f used to drinking rainwater with cay ,, enne pepper, laudnum, tobacco juice and alcohol and calling it borbon that ■ he never expected any thing else and always said it was good. He grabbed his dose and swallowed it, and of course his chum did the same, but oh good lord deliver us, if you could have seen the contortions and gyrations that ,f followed, and after coughing and spitting and trying to catch breath enough to swear, he finally asked. “For God’s sake what political brand of l. whiskey it that? Democrat or Re publican ? He was told that it was neither one, that it was non-partisan, and went direct to the consumer with r out any government revenue attached. He said: “revenue attached? Where in h—1 did it come from?” The waiter by that time had his head down be hind the bar, to hide his enjoyment | and Jim could be heard ha, ha, ha, ha B clear to the Elkhorn, but the stranger was mad and said things that would not sound well in Sunday school, and asked: “What in h—1 do you call that any how?” “Peach Brandy,” and he said: “Peach h—1 and d—n nation. It tastes as though you had boiled up your dirty old socks and put some tobacco juice and alcohol in for season ing,” The bar tender said: “Say, stranger, your mighty particular about your drinks, if you st^iy in this country you will have to swallow things that would give a mud turtle the colic. The next time you come send a runner ahead to announce the importance of your approach, and we will send a courier and broncho to Omaha for a necter of the gods to just pamper your feminine appetite.” The stranger re marked, “from the taste he had in his mouth he thought he must have im bibed a decoction of brimstone fresh from the furnace of hades.” Jim said, “stop your growling and take another, if the first didn’t kill you, risk another,” and he downed a brimmer, The stranger watched, and said: “If I have to take that to get used to this country why fill’er up again, I might as well begin,” and after swallowing it he said. “By g— it’s good.” We all laughed then. Jim said: “By the way I want to make you acquainted,” and he said: “Mr. Jones I will ask you to have the honor of shaking hands with Mr. Mathews.” And the stranger said: “Call me Doc.” And Perry explained that Doc. had come to town to make arrange ments to start a republican paper to fight T. J. Smith and the bartender said, “If this fellow is going to fight T. J. Smith he must have different stuff to drink than that, and taking a jug he crossed the street diagonally, to the corner building now occupied by the Bentley store, then occupied by Capwell, and handed the jug to Barney Kearns, the sheriff, who was clerking for Capwell, and told him he wanted the best he had in the cellar to give a fellow who was going to start a republican paper to fight Smith. Bar ney, who was a republican, and the best whole-souled fellow who ever lived, said he would draw from the best keg in the cellar if that would help it along, so with the replenished jug Mr. Jones returned and reported the favorable attitude of Barney and when Doc sampled the jug he reached out and shook hands with Jones and thanked him for his trouble saying: “Our acquaintance was founded on a terrible mixture, but Mr. Jones, if I can drink that stuff from you without shooting you, you should be my everlasting friend.” and they were friends the last I knew and I guess they ai-e yet. Ask Doc. if he re members his first drink in O’Neill. Perry and Doc. started to hunt up Sanford Parker, then they got H. M. Uttley, next Pat Hagerty and when Neil Brennan pulled in with a load of fight the meeting was complete and The Frontier had its republican birth. If you stop to remember you will see that Jones’ stimulent “Peach Brandy” was the infusion of determination that The Frontier first got when Doc. gave his hand to the republicans of O’Neill and reiterated what he vouched when he took his second drink of peach brandy: Lave or die, survive or per ish, The Frontier would embark on its life of war with the democrats.” Well the fact being that I wanted to write to kill time through this cold weather, and that I wanted to write about olden times and have it subject to the criticism' of one who was here in Holt county in those early days, and also being a Christian, I wanted to do my missionary work where satin was the strongest, and for this reason wanted to write for a republican paper. I want to say some thing about preparedness, and I want to say that when an officer is elected by the people and protects them from war and tries to keep war off as long as possible he should be backed by everybody. I want to say when a demagogue, who pretends to be a Chris tian, and pretends to endorse the sacred charge of “Peace on Earth, Good Will to Man”, and then when Wilson is enduring all venemous slander by war advocates, and is still steadfast to peace and protection, a democrtic demagogue who preaches part of the time, and lectures all the time, and who even by insinuation or assertion in any way harasses Wilson in his efforts for peace, is and must be a—well—well—I can’t think of it, a W. J. B. (Whimsical Jealous Blather skite.) I believe that every citizen should struggle for the best as Wilson is struggling for peace; and prepare for the worst, as Wilson is preparing for the protection of the nation if war is inevitable. I also believe that preparedness ap plies to the individual as well as the nation, and for this reason Wilson, having handled the difficulty so suc cessfully, and thwarted all the efforts to drive him into war with Mexico or Germany, that he is the man to con tinue at the helm of the ship of state. I believe that when a nation pros pers under the administration of any president, and he demonstrates his effort to make it prosper, and that his policy is good and causes prosper ity,, he should have the entire support of all parties. That is the reason I voted for Taft. When we have a con JOHN L. KENNEDY. Candidate for the Republican Nomina tion for United States Senator. Has lived in Nebraska 33 years. Has bad experience us Congressman. Knows ihe needs of Nebraska people. Has always been a Republican. Primary Election April 18, 1916. gressman that does more for his dis trict than any other has ever done, and if he can’t do anything for one locality he does something for some other locality that he can do, it shows that he is continually trying and doing something all the time. Such a man deserves the support and respect of the people, regardless of party, For this reason I believe we should support Kinkaid. I believe that when a state senator or state representative has had the experience and proves that he is con tinually trying to accomplish some thing for the good of their state that they should have the support of the people, regardless of party. For this reason I believe that John A. Robert son, Dennis H. Cronin and Crist An derson should have the vote of the people, and the reason is because of their experience and energy, which constitutes their preparedness. And the difficulty which Mr. Wilson is trying to keep our nation out of, has rendered him more thoroughly pre pared than any other for the position of president, and if he wants the nation also prepared it is because his intelligence of the surrounding con ditions presents the pertinent neces sity. i wisn aiso to can tne attention or any one to the fact that all tribes of people have rizen or fallen according to their preparedness. The tribes which car ried the war club, like the colored man. were invaded by the tribes which had the bow and arrow and subdued and enslave them. The tribe which had only the bow and arrow and spears were invaded by tribes who had the same, but had added the chariott with sycles at tached, and they too fell by the way side. The flint lock gun, with the better prepared powder, soon knocked out the fellows who did not have it and made slaves and bond men, and all the unfortunate clalsses of people who did not have the latest and best weap ons, were over-powered and subdued by those who had. So no matter how they prayed the God of war was with the longest gun. Beginning with the tribes of Israel, and their exodus from Egypt and their conquering the tribes on the rout to Mount Morah, and the fact was demonstrated there that preparedness is what counts. Following through all national suc cesses or failures and even to the in vasion of Chili by Pisaro and the tribes unprepared or less prepared were invariably almost exterminated. We come to the American Indian and we find the white Christian with his cannon collecting the unfortunate red man in bunches and testing his cannon,aust;for the sport of the killing. Do you think their ships would ever have landed if the red men had the longest cannon? Do you think that if the Yellow race would combine and had the best air ships and the most of them and the longest and most powerful guns, and invade the United States. What do you think anyway ? Why the present race of our U. S. would be driven out into the sea as the red man was driven, and with more ease. But the worst danger is not from the Yellow race. The most savage enemy is the covetious, oppressive, Christian white man, and the nations of our own blood and color. Why only a few years ago the Tories traded powder and shot to the Indians for the scalps of their white neighbors, in Pennsylvania, Ohio, Virginia and Indiana, and sent the scalps to London where the reward was paid according to the scalp taken, and it was not a national war, for it was English men such as George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, U. S. Adams and Tom Paine who were being scalped, and their children of the Dutch New Yorker and such Dutch as Stueben were all fighting with Washington, Adams, Jef ! ferson and Paine, against the murder ous atrociousness of the enemy, while the German Hessians were hired | to the English King and sent to Amer ica to help the tories and Indians. So it is plain that what actuates these aggressions is not modified by national blood, but what incites it is commer cial greed and tribute for extended privileges. So President Wilson knows that professed kindness, from any nation, is only a subterfuge, for gaining time, for the city of Washing ton was burned in 1814, by the nation which is most loud in its professions, and there are old soldiers who now walk the streets of O’Neill, who carry the wounds made by the poisioned bullets furnished the south to help rend this nation to pieces but a short time ago, and they did not care whether the bullet struck an English man or a Germnnor an Irishman. Wilson knows that he must watch them all and be prepared for the treachery of any. It is a Christian propensity to maintain peace as long as possible, but ifwar is inevitable, the strongest Christian propensity and example is to be best prepared for battle. Chris tianity and preparedness are one and the same thing. That’s the reason most people want to be prepared to die and I am afraid some will have to live a long time to get ready. If it is a sacred duty to prepare to die, surely itis an imperative responsi bility to prepare to live and keep some fellow from killing you. And it don’t make much difference what nationality does the killing, it hurts anyhow, especially if you give a mortgage on your own children and the children of your friends to pay the fellow for the killing business, and trouble, which is always the reward of war. In the time of the inception of American r reeuom, vne nation wmcn invaded our natural rights, was looked upon as a common enemy, and the best citizens all became American patriots, and among them were the noblest of all nationalities, English, French, German, Irish, Swede and all, while on the other side was the same mixture for among the tories were some of all, and among the traitors were the same, and so it should be to day, there would be and will be no English, no German, no Irish, no French and no other nationality, among the noblest species of citizen ship, they will be all Americans. Here is where the posterity of the iresent race, regardless of race, creed or nationality, will be the mangled soldier of war, and here will be the ollection and imposing of revenue the inslaved patriot to satisfy the commercial greed of the other nations and the redemption of bonds eagerly purchased by our wealth holding enemies. This is the reason I believe Wilson should be backed by all in his efforts to be prepared for tfie enemy. Nations are only a multitude of in dividuals, and the united individual propensity, ,becomes the propensity and incentie and the national pro ceedure and policy. I don’t like these little cranks of men, who are always watching a chance to show how brave they are, and who are always getting into a light whether they come out best or not, and I don’t like those big cranks of men who travel on their muscle be cause they have it, either, because they both hunt for trouble without be ing prepared, and they generally get it, and any of the old fellows who have tumbled over these localities for the last forty years has had ample op portunity to observe the fate of these kind of fellows. I 1IK.U UIC Civil ItJllUW VVI1U li> civil with every one. I like the fellow who will take abuse and not resent it until it becomes dangerous, whether he is strong as a lion or weak as a mouse. I do despise to see a fellow making faces at any one or every one of his enemys. He should not spoil the kind expression of countenance, which God gave him, because some other fellow is but just keep an eye on them, and always be prepared with preparedness. I remember once hearing a fellow who thought he might get killed before he got through talking to a crowd who had planned to kill him, but they did not know that he knew all about the plans. He talked as civil as a school boy, and said, “There is one thing I never allow any one man or set of men to get the start of me in; and that is being civil.” But while he was talking he was about as full of preparedness to kill the whole outfit as they were to kill him, and they did not know it then, and never found it out yet. I like a fellow who is like our home production, Jack Sullivan, and the rest of them, who were raised among the invironments of Holt county with our old friend “Uucle Jim” as a tutor; it would be a wonder if they were not the essence of civility, always kind to every one and when the quarrel hunter and bravado is bound to have a turmoil, he finds a cyclone. There was once a man who lived in Holt whom you knew well, he was a kind good man, and a member of a church which believed in standing up in the congregation and acknowledging their faults. This man got into some trouble with McKELVIE FOR GOVERNOR. The Logical Candidate. Lori? before S. R, McKelvie, publish er of the Nebraska Farmer, signified his intention of being a candidate for governor it was freely remarked that his many qualifications would make him tiio most logical man for that po sltlon. His successful business career, ills lifetime of close association with Nebraska farming, his several years of legislative experience, first in the house of representatives and next as lieu tenant governor—all of these things, together with his splendid character, make him especially worthy of the title The Popular Candidate. one of his neighbors, and the neighbor, being combative jumped the old man’s carcas, and would maybe have left him a cripple for life, but he got hold of a' shingle hatchet and the assailant left the scene with a badly disfigured cranium. The next Sunday they all assembled in prayer, and our old friend was among them. When the time came,1 each one in his turn arose and told how good he had been, and thanked the great giver of fortitude and virtue for giving them grace to be good as they were, but each one took a round about shot at our lonely friend whom was forced to use the hatchet in self de fense, and to make it understood I will say he was about the very best in the assembled crowd of neighbors. Our old friend stood it meekly and with that contrition of spirit which becomes a Christian, and when all his neighbors had professed their goodness, and not one acknowledged a fault, he slowlyi arose, and after a pause, solemnly said: “Brothers and Sisters I am a wicked man, and I thank God for giv-1 ing me courage and truthfullness to acknowledge that I am a wicked man.' if the good Lord thinks your prayers would ever reach heaven I will ask him to have you pray for me. But I know that the All Seeing Eye is on every heart in this congregation. I know that He can cull the Christian! mercy of each, from the propencious-) ness of evil, and I hesitate to ask your i endurance; so I ask His wisdom to receive them or not; { “But Brothers and Sisters if I am a ! wicked man, I am just as good as myj wicked neighbors will let me be.” He j ws talking to his neighbors. Well j that is just the way I want a nation to 1 be, to be shrewd enough to discern the [professions of pretending nations, to ie their subtrafuge and craftiness, and be just as good as they will allow it to. ne, but be prepared with a little* hatchet rolled up in their coat tail to, defend the national life if need be,] the same as our old, and now departed! friend. IS Mr. iteaaer, i wouia nice to nave tne time to just rehearse the individual illustrations I have seen in the prairie and valleys surrounding and border ing on the Elkhorn, Niobrara and Mis souri. “In the Lough o’ th’y years flown a wa’,” where preparedness was the thing that proved “The only re liable,” but it would be neither edify ing, or interesting, and I have referred to the old settlers because when we recollect the old timers who gathered in O’Neill, when Holt county reached to the western boundary of the state, as they came from every corner and gulch and plain, we positively know now that in the U. S. never again will such men meet together. Where creed or party never effected their elections, and such was proven by the different ones who were chosen. Yes, such men are only brought into ex istance by being forced to rise to the immergency, and where necessity and acquaintenee lays all prudence and ignorance away until succeeding nar rowness and those whose incompetency unfits them for any thing greater, may try to satisfy their associates with the oose of its blackened stench. Yes, Mr. Frontier, I was here, when men walked all the way to the Black Hills to get a job. When the people went to the gulches for firewood, and when you could go into most any log house in the north and almost any cold night find the floors covered with men on blankets waiting for daylight to start back with wood, some times from thirty to forty miles. The log houses were built with only one long room mostly and the bread was mostly corn bread, spread out for all and prepared by samples of independ ent heroines of patriotic liberty, and given with out charge, with the remark, “It is the best we have and you are welcome.” Few of the houses in which any and all were not welcome to share the best they had. (Continued next week.)