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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 15, 1925)
FARM LOANS—R. H. PARKER.—37tf KODAKS. FILMS. KODOK FINISH ing—W. B. Graves, O’Neill. 30-tf ASTRAY WHITE PIG CAME TO my place September 15th.—T. E. Markey. 19-3 DURING MY FOURTEEN YEARS of loaning money on farms this is the lowest interest rate I ever had. I can now loan money on good farms it 5%% interest.—R. II. Parker, O’Neill, Nebr. 40 tf FOR SALE—TWO EXTRA GOOD grade Hereford bulls. — W. F. Grothe, Emmet, Neb. 20-2 LESSONS GIVEN IN DRESSMAK ing.—Mrs. A. E. Stevens. Phone €9. 10-1 F YOU NEED THE OLD LOAN ON your farm renewed for anothter 5 or .0 years, of If you need a larger loan f can make it for you.—R H. Parker, O’Neill, Nebraska. 21-tf FARM AND RANCH LOANS, 5 AND three-fourth per cent, no commis sion.—F. J. Dishner, County Agent Joint Stock Land Bank. 17-tf FOR SALE—8 REGISTERED MAM moth Spanish Jacks, 3 to 10 years old. Prices right.—Max Karo, R. F. D. 2, Stuart, Nebr. 19-3 FOR SALE OR RENT. Nine aero tract with improvements %-mile east of Golden hotel. For particulars see O’Neill National Bank. 18-tf The Frontier, $2.00 per year. - i PRACTICAL AUCTIONEER ^ Will cry your sales both large and smaii. Knows how to sell and when to sell. Rates Rea sonable. Satisfaction Guaran teed. O’NEILL, NEBRASKA. John Miskimins >, • * ittmmmmsmtmtBstmmmmmmmm 8 THE O’NEILL ABSTRACT COMPANY —Compiles— “Abstract of Title” The only complete set of Ab stract Books in Holt County. mtmmuunmttmmtmtmmtsmmmttt I DR. L. A. CARTER § PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON j Glasses Correctly Fitted. Office !»"<! Residence, Naylor Blk. { -Phone 72 o’neill , “,,,|j-^,Nebraska .jj ]:! DR. J. P. GILLIGAN j| Physician and Surgeon | Special attention given to jj disease of the eye and cor- tj rect fitting of glasses. H. L. BENNETT j : Graduate Veterinarian j Phone 304. Day or Night. O’Neill, Nebraska nttnttuttumttmtttmmmmmtmmmtt IC. H. Lubker M. E. Lubker j DRS. LUBKER Chiropractic Specialists in j Chronic, Nervous and Femals j Disease:. | Phone 316. O’Neill, Nebr. j mmtmmtttnttmtttmttutmmmttmtm | W. F. FINLEY, M. D. j Phone, Office 28 TiI■ I■ rHH|. ^°^raS^a I Nebraska Culvert and j Mfg. Co. : Austin-Western Road j Armco Culverts | Everything in Road I ; j Machinery. Western! Representative. | L. C. PETERS i O’Neill :: Nebraska j j Raymond Cyclone proof wind- || mills, well work and repairing jS of wells and windmills. CHESTER MORGAN || FOR SALE OR RENT, MY STORE building and lot.—Con Keys, li-2 WANTED A HAMPSHIRE PIG about 75 lbs.—Con Keys. 19-2 The O’Neill Woman’s Club will hold a rummage sale at the Wise building October .30 and 31. 20-2 LOST — A BOY’S TOP COAT, placed in wrong Ford at the fair. Leave with John L. Quig. 20-tf FOR SALE—REGISTERED SHORT horn Bull, three years old. Price $65.—Mrs. Pete Donohoe. 19-5. WANTED — PARTIES TO ROOM and board. Close in. Modern.—In quire at this office. 20-1 A REGISTERED SHORTHORN Bull for sale. Inquire of Mrs. Han nah Donohoe, O’Neill. 19-3 I JUST SOLD TWO FARMS. POS sibly I can sell more. List your farm with me and I will try.—R. H. Parker, O’Neill, Nebr. 62-tr REWARD WILL BE GIVEN FOR return of one canvas stack cover with our name stenciled on same.— Watson Hay Company. Inman. 19-2 ARE YOU ALL RUN DOWN. Many O’Neill Folks Have Felt That Way. Feel all out of sorts? Tired, achy, blue, iritable? Back lame and stiff? It may be the story of weak kid neys! Of toxic poisons circulating about Upsetting blood and nerves. There’s a way to feel right again. Help your weakened kidney’s with Doan’s Pills—a stimulant diuretic. > Doan’s are recommended by many O’Neill people. D. N. Loy, O’Neill, says: “I had a dull, steady pain across my kidneys that was mighty uncomfortable. This dull ache wasn’t serious but as time passed it got on my nerves and made me feel out of sorts. The deep-seated lameness and soreness in the small of my back tired me. I knew my kid neys weren’t in good condition for they acted too often. It didn’t take Doan’s Pills long to end the trouble.” 60c, at all dealers. Foster-Milburn Co., Mfrs., Buffalo, N. Y. Be Ready to Put Out Fir« Having a Ore extinguisher on han4 may mean the saving of valuables You can moke one yourself. All you have to do Is to dissolve 20 pound* of common salt and 10 pounds of chloride of ammonia In 7 gallons of water. Pour this Into thin glass quart bottles, cork well and seal to prevent evaporation. When you discover a blaze throw a bottle Into the flame with sufficient force to shatter It or break off the neck of the bottle and scatter the contents on the Are. Maryland “Trail*' By provision of an act of the Mary land legislature of 1704 all roads lead ing to courthouses were marked \%Jth two notches on trees on both sides of the road and roads branching off and leading to ferries had three notches, etc. There were various local murks, ns “A" on roads leading to the state capital—Annapolis, etc. These marks were brunded with a hot iron and col ored red. Not many of these marks or even the trees survive. Valuable Eastern Woods “Ironwood" Is the name given to various trees with hard, heavy wood. Metroslderos vera, a native of Java and other eastern islands, is much val ued by the Chinese and Japanese for making rudders, etc., and is exported In small quantities. The bark is used In Japan as a medicine. Mesua ferrea, a native of the East, is planted for its heavy, hard wood and for its fragrant and roselike flowers. Sponge That Stays Wet A rubber sponge, kept wet by run ning water, is a new time-saving inven tion for cleaning automobiles, says Popular Science Monthly. A rubber tubing Is fastened to the sponge through a hollow handle and the oth er end of the tubing Is attached to a faucet or garden hose. A small stream of water Is sufficient to keep the sponge moist. Hark, Hark, the Lark! A little daughter of the slums, on her first day In the country, saw a lark motionless, high In air, pouring forth Its lovely music. She listened a moment, then she ran to the matron. “Oh, Miss May," she said, “there’s a sparrow up there, and he can’t git up and he can’t git down, and he ain’t doin’ a thing but holler about It.’’ Largest Man on Rec&rd Miles Darden, who at the time of his death, In Tennessee In 1S57, weighed more thah 1,000 pounds, la said by some authorities to have been the larg est man of whom there is any record. He was 7 feet 6 Inches In height, and at the age of forty-seven weighed 871 pounds. He was fifty-nine years old when he died. Taking the Edge Off Joy “I’d hate to give somebody a pres ent," remarked the Man on the Car, “under the Impression that It Is more blessed to give than receive, and then hear that.my gift had been taken back to the store from which It was pur chased and credited on the recipient’s charge account.”—Toledo Blade. | One of Life’s | Ironies i t . . ^ I By JOHN PALMER' J j, , • -••••••- • •0^0-0--0-’0-0-0-0^0.^0..0..s-0-0-0:0..0.0 A •&). I!dt3, Western Newspaper union.) 1UMA8 DEAN bud been an aver age young American before he . u.untariiy enlisted in the Canadian expeditionary torce for service In the vtur. He had probubly had some trou ble with his young wife and enlisted in a moment of p;^ue. He had never discovered himself. Men ure capable of Infinite heroism, of infinite baseness. The same indi vidual will display both. Dean had boon an average soldier, until the at tack on Belieau Wood. Then, running forward In a shower of lead and bursting shells, with his stomach upheaving and an awful sink ing in the base of his spine, Deun found "that he could go no further. lie dropped. The result of the at tack was never known to him. He only knew that at nightfall a vast empty silence had succeeded the hell of earlier hours. ft** auuui nun were uetiu lliCU. Crawling forward, Dean encountered one of these corpses. The touch of his lmnd upon the cold face terrified him into hysterlt. However, Dean accomplished what he had set out to do. He exchanged Identification disks with the dead sol dier. Then he made his way back to ward the rear. It was a time of rout and confusion. Regiments were undlstingulshable. Every man was put to whatever job he was at hand for. As a driver of a wagon. Dean found himself a little later back at the base. He discovered that he was Thomas Jones, Incapacitated for further serv ice by reason of disability that had developed. He learned the symptoms and passed the superficial medical test. A month later he was back In Canada. Another month, and he was discharged—Thomas Jones, with a war pension. A week later he was fleeing for his life. The news of the Imposture had become known. As Henry Smith, Dean crossed the Amerlcun border. Thus an average young American who had quarreled with his wife found himself a nameless man and a fugitive—all because he had not known himself. He might equally have become a hero. He imagined that the story was known in his home town. For years be wandered from place to place, un til at length he thought it safe to re turn with the object of persuading Mury to accompany him West under the name of Smith. Ill fate was with him. He arrived on armistice day. He had not thought of that, it was simply an example of the fatality that dogs one’s footsteps. On the town green a memorial had been erected to the men who fell In the war. In his shabby clothes, dis guised with a mustache, Dean min gled with the crowd unrecognized. He wandered aimlessly to and fro, looking at the statue with the wreaths, at the weeping women. He knew him self more clearly than at any time be fore for the scoundrel that he was. Presently his heart gave a great bound. He saw Mary—Mary, leaning on the arm of a young fellow whom he knew as a former friend of his— one Williams. Alley were warning very lovingly together. Dean watched them, chok ing, Incapable of moving as they ap proached him, even had they recog nized him. But they did not recognize him. They did not cast a glance at the shabby tramp standing beside the monument, but halted a little distance uway. "I ought not to have brought you here today,” said Williams. "I'm glad you did, my dear,” Mary answered. Another glance at their demeanor showed Dean that they were married. There was no possibility of mistaking that. Married, not long married, hap pily marrleu—Mary happy, as she bad never been with him. ”1 wish I had been a better wife to him.” "He wasn’t worthy of you, Mary.” “He was a good man, a brave man.” The mayor appeared. He was stand ing on the steps of the monument. He raised his hand to speak, and a bush fell upon the crowd. The mayor was speaking. “Friends, we are gathered here today to com memorate the men who gave their lives for freedom—” What was he saying? “And above all, that hero who gave his life gladly to wipe out that ma chine-gun nest, at Belleau Wood, that hero whose name will remain Immor tal, Thomas Dean.” Trained to the Minute. “Some people are born unlucky. I see where an obstreperous citizen picked a quarrel with a dapper little man and got the thrashing of a. life time.” “The dapper little man must have seen an athlete.” "You said it He was a drummer In a Jazz orchestra.” Put Edge on Knife. Gnest—Walter, this steak Is like leather and this knife Is dull. Walter—You must strop the knife on the st»ak.—Michigan Gargoyle. Wasted Motion. Bunker—What’s that chap who took sixteen putts at the fourth hole? j Caddie—That’s Mr. Dubbe, the effl | deucy expert I i I I 1 I __ __ Nona said It served her perfectly right. Nona was eighteen, still in school, still with ideals that touched the stars frequently. She could not understand how anything could excuse petty Jealousy—that is, between en gaged persons. “I’m frankly, quite frankly, ashamed of you, Margaret,” she said in her funny, decisive way, as they motored back from the Fenvvays. “Jerry is just as considerate and nice as he can be, and you really are fearfully unreason able. As I understand it, he and Miss Douglass were acquainted long before he met you, and it was natural for him to talk with her after she had been away so long—” “I have no objection to Jerry’s talk ing with his old friends,” Margaret had answered frigidly. “Jerry saw right through it, though. You should have seen his face when he stood behind you and heard you tell Mrs. Fenway you had been called home unexpectedly. I don’t blame him one bit for staying.” “No one asked him to stay.” “But what are you going to do?” “I’m going into town to stay with Teresa. She’s giving a box party to night, and has a reception to-morrow for Mme. Cardonza.” “And Andy Forbes will be there.” Nona fairly glared down at the utterly Innocent face beside her. “I shall go, too. I shall go just to chaperon you.” When they arrived at Teresa’s pretty home, she let Margaret absorb their hostess, and marshalled her plan for a campaign. First of all, she called up the Fenways, and had a nice, comrade ly chat with Jerry. He was hard to mannge. Margaret had acted ridicu lously, he said, and with unpardonable rudeness to Mrs. Fenway. Miss Doug lass had not remained over for the week-end at all. She was going on to the city. With his promise to come In, at least for the last act, Nona turned her attention to Andy. “I’m Margaret Everden’s sister,” she said over the telephone. “What? Yes, the youngest, Nona. Could you come up to Mrs. Brooke’s please; just for a few moments—yes, right away, please, and ask for me. It’s very im portant.” Andy was twenty-two, three years younger than Margaret, four years old I or than Nona. Those four years al tered the mental perspective, Nona al most deferred to his opinions. “You see, Margaret Is temperament al, and It will take firmness and. pa tience this time to kaep her in line. I knew you’d understand, and Jerry’s a splendid fellow. ’“Bully,” assented Andy, looking at her admiringly. “So, I thought If we’d make believe that we were tremendously struck with each other—just for to-night—it would help Jerry’s case—don’t you think so?” Nona went back alone to the house, slipped quietly upstairs to her room and dressed for dinner. And when Mr. Forbes arrived she met him demure ly, as became a younger sister who was not even a debutante yet. Mar garet gave him her hand lingeringly. “Andy, boy, you don’t know how good It is to see you again.” “It is, isn’t It,” Andy laughed. “Fine. Why didn’t you tell me you had such a girl for a sister?” And all through dinner there was the puzzled ■ look in Margaret’s eyes, and a little wistful droop to her lips. Already she began to feel the tug of regret. Andy, sitting next to her, was having a perfectly wonderful time talking to Nona across the cen terpiece of mauve orchids and ferns. Later, he was by her side at the box party, and Nona had never looked so a ttractlve. All at once Nona glanced at the second box opposite where some late comers had just filed in. Nan Doug lass was among them, tall and radi ant, and behind her was a middle aged man, with a decidedly distin guished air. “That’s Tailer Phelps, the new min ister to Bolivia,” Andy whispered over her shoulder. “They’re to be married at Easter.” “They are?” Nona’s smile was de licious as she turned to look at him. “That’s the girl I was telling you about. And this Is all for nothing, then. There isn’t a bit of danger.” “I think there’s plenty for me,” said Andy, a bit soberly. “But it’s only for to-night,” Nona as sured him. “Nobody will ever find out we put It up.” She leaned over to tell Margaret the news of the engage ment, but Margaret’s eyes were cold. Nona turned back with a sigh. “You kuow I don’t believe I’m a diplomat at all," she told Andy ruefully. “You’re a darling,” he said fervent ly. “I’m not going to be dropped after to-night. I wnnt to see you and know you. Jerry and I are college mates, m* get him on my side. Do you mind?” There was a movement at tlife back of their box. Nona saw Jerry enter ing, looking decidedly fit in his eve ning clothes, his eyes seel ing Mar garet. And surely there was relief in hers as she welcomed him. “Do you mind?” repeated Andy, dog gedly. And Nona’s lashes dropped suddenly. “It was only to be love pro tem,” she said. “We’ll start a new schedule,” an swered Andy. (Copyright, 1917, by the McClure Newspa per Syndicate.) CATTLE, HOGS & SHEEP. Do you know that the CORN BELT COMMISSION COMPANY is one of the best commission firms on the South Omaha Market and has the reputation of having some of the best Salesmen in the So. Omaha Yards. Every man that works for this outfit is a hustler and a live wire. When you ship to the Corn Belt Com. Co. you are absolutely as sured of unexcelled service, big prices and big fills. Write, wire or phone ! the CORN BELT COM. CO. and get ! thteir live stock quotations before I shipping. 17-tf _ j FOR SALE OR RENT—6-room house. —P. V. Hickey. 39-tf Radio Sure to Work Out Its Own Destiny A practical joker once suggested as a subject for a debate “The Future of Electricity.” As the subject was to be considered by a society of engi neers, they at once smelled the pro verbial mouse and declined to be led into talking of something so vast and so unlimited In possibilities that no sane man would attempt to do it jus tice. A review of the accomplishments of radio the past years and of the prophecies of experts for its future, but causes one to ponder upon the in adequacy of any possible foretelling of what this great gift of nature is to accomplish. We can but gasp and wonder. In view of the fact that radio has always been with us, excepting for the invention of some apparatus of Importance small in comparison with the natural elements used, who can answer the question, “What of the future?” Radio for the transmission of power has such tremendous possi bilities within its scope that the most confirmed dreamer and the scientist of the widest vision can only guess in a feeble way. Radio, now that it has been recog nized in the abstract, will work out Its own destiny. Such a force once started at work is not to be stopped, but will go on and on, along its destined course. We can only hope that that course will run along peace ful channels and for the benefit of the greatest number of the world's people. Sea and Land in Battle The washing away by the sea of land worth millions of dollars on the coast of New Jersey, pointed to in the annual report of the United State* coast and geodetic survey, draws at tention to the battle waged year in and year out between the sea and land all over the world. The sea and land have been foes since the begin ning of time and, according to some physiographers, these old enemies will remain such until the last mountain pinnacle has been washed down and ground to sand, and the victorious ocean rolls unbroken around the world. But whatever may be the out come millions of years hence, we are still in the give-and-take era. Many miles of land are washed away an nually; but compensating areas are built up in other places.—Pathfinder Magazine. Not to Be Caught Twice There was a queer old custom in England that compelled a person when making a certain kind of statement to add: “Except the mayor.” Foote, the comedian, having remarked at an inn: “1 have dined as well as anyone in England,” the landlord prompted him: “Except the mayorF “I except no body,” said Foote boldly. For this the landlord had him haled before a mag istrate, who fined him a shilling for not conforming to the ancient custom. Foote paid the shilling, at the same time observing that he thought his accuser “the greatest fool in Christen dom—except the mayer,” {the fireproof 'wallboard) Won’t Bum —won’t warp—won’t buckle. Saws and nails like lumber—yet makes walls and ceilings that are solid, tight-jointed, fireproof, soundproof, permanent. No wonder Sheetrock is the world’s biggest-selling wall board ! Bazelman Lumber Co., O'Neill, Nebraska. -- -.- - - - Made Lonely Journey A woman farmer-In a lonely part of South Africa, Mrs. Ida Francis, has Just shown that In luck and endur ance British women settlers are not behind the men. About two months ago a cyclona devastated her farm, which lies be yond the western fringe of the desolate Kalahari desert; and then came floods which destroyed the food and shelter for her cattle. The only way to save her animals was to drive them 400 miles across the desert to her son’s farm, and this she did, unaided. She found that many of the water holes in the desert had dried up, and sometimes she had to ward off attacks by lions with her rifle; but she kept steadily on, and In the end brought nearly all her charges through safely. —Family Herald. (First publication Oct. IB.) N THE COUNTY COURT OF HOLT COUNTY, NEBRASKA. In the matter of the Estate of Adolph F. Widtfeldt, Deceased. Notice. y To All Persons Interested In Said Es tate. Both Creditors and Heirs and All Others: Notice is hereby given that Carl J. G. Widtfeldt, setting forth that he is a brother, and the owner of NH of the NEy4, the SEy4 of the NE% and the NE% of SE14, Section 8, Town ship 30, North of Range 12 West 6th P. M., in Holt County, Nebraska; and that said Adolph F. Widtfeldt, de ceased, died owning said land, and praying that the administration of the estate of Adolph Widtfeldt here tofore commenced in this court, be reopened for the purpose of having the court ascertain, find and deter mine the date of the death of said Adolph F. Widtfeldt, his place of resi dence at the time of his death, a de scription of the real property of which he died seized, the heirs of the said Adolph Widtfeldt, their degree of kinship and right of descent of the real property of which he died seiz ed, together with the interest in said real estate of the petitioner. It is therefore ordered by the court that a hearing upon said petition be held at the office of the County Judge of Holt County, Nebraska, at the court room in O’Neill, Nebraska, on the 9th day of November, 1925, at Ten o’clock A. M. at which time and place all parties interested may ap pear and take part therein. Dated this 8th day of October, 1925. (County Court Seal.V BY THE COURT, C. J. MAONE, 20-3 County Judge. (First publication Oct. 8.) NOTICE TO CREDITORS. Estate No. 1781. In the County Court of Holt County, Nebraska, October 6, 1925. In the matter of the Estate of Alvin H. Corbett, Deceased. CREDITORS of said estate are hereby notified that the time limited for presenting claims against said estate is February 5, 1926, and for the payment of debts is October 1, 1926, and that on November 5, 1925, and on February 6, 1926, at 10 o’clock A. M., each day, I will be at the County Court Room in said County to receive, examine, hear, allow or adjust all claims and objections duly filed. (County Court Seal.) C. J. MALONE, 19-4 County Judge. NOTICE OF TAX DEED. C. B. Patterson. You will take notice that the un dersigned being the owner of a cer tain tax sale certificate issued on the 14th day of October, 1922, to one T. H. Strong and by him duly assigned to the undersigned, who is now the owner thereof, will apply to the County Treasurer of Holt County, Nebraska, for a tax deed on or after the 16th day of January, A. D. 1926, for the following described real estate embraced in said tax sale certificate, viz: Non-descript Num ber 18 situated in Section 29, Township 29, Range 11, as recorded in the office of the County Clerk of said County. That said tax sale was for the de 'inquent taxes for the years of 1911, 1914, 1916, 1916, 1917, 1918, 1919 and 1920. That said real estate was assessed n name of C. B. Patterson. ADOLPH PETERSON, 18-3 Owner. NOTICE OF TAX DEED. To the unknowm heirs at law, devi sees and all persons interested in the estate of Jane Cleary, deceased, and Non-descript No. 17 situated in Section 29, in Township 29 North of Range 11 West of the 6th P. M. in Holt County, Nebraska. Will take notice that the under signed being the owner of a certain tax sale certificate issued to John Cleary on the 3rd day of August, 1921, for the delinquent taxes for the years of 1911, 1914, 1915, 1916, 1917, 1918, 1919 and 1920, and that taxes for subsequent years of 1921, 1922, 1923 and 1924 have been paid by the awners of said tax sale certificate. That the land was assessed in name af Jane Cleary for the several years above mentioned. That I will apply January 16, 1926, ar soon thereafter for a deed to said tract of land. ADOLPH PETERSON, 18-3 Owner.