The news-herald. (Plattsmouth, Neb.) 1909-1911, September 06, 1909, Image 2
PLATISMOUIH EWSHERAID n. O. WATTERS, Butlnew Manage! PLATTSMOUTH. NEBRASKA . wrs Tfie Wizard ofOz L. Frank Baum (Copyright. )y llm llolilm-MTrlll I'd.) i'1'VriKlil liy I h mill; lluuni At V. W. 1 f.nslc'.) Dorothy lived in the midst of the (treat Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a fanner, and Aunt Km, ho was the farmer's wife. Their house watt small, for the lumber to build it had to be curried by wagon many miles. Thcro were four walla, a floor and a roof, which made one room; and this room contained a rusty looking cooking stove, a cupboard for t ho duties, a table, three or four chairs, and the beds. Uncle Henry and Aunt Em had a big bed in one corner, and Dorothy a little bed in an Ntjier corner. There was no garret at all, and do cellar except a Bmall hole, dug In the ground, called a cyclone cellar, where tho family could go In case one of those, great whirlwinds arose, mighty enough to crush any building in its path. It was reached by a trapdoor in (lie middle of the floor, from which a ladder led down into the small, dark hole. When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see noth ing but the great gray pralrio on every side. Not a tree nor a house broke the broad sweep of flat country that, reached the edge of tho sky in all di rections. Tho sun had baked the plowed land into a gray mass, with little cracks running through it. Kven the grass was not green, for the sun had burned the tops of tho long blades until they were tho same gray color to be seen everywhere. Once the house had been painted, but tho sun blistered tho paint and tho rains washed it away, and now tho house was as dull and gray as everything tdse. When Aunt Km camo there to live she wus a young, pretty wife. Tho sun and wind had changed her, too. They had taken tho sparkle from her eyea and left them a sober gray; they had taken the red from her cheeks and Hps. and they wcro gray also. She was thin and gaunt, and never mlled, now. When Dorothy, who was an orphan, first came to her, &uut. Km had been so startled by the child's laughter that she would scream and piTJ her hand upon her heart when ever Dorothy's merry voice reached her ars; and she still looked at the little girl with wonder that aha could And anything to laugh at. Uncle Henry never laughed. He worked hard from morning till night and did not know what joy was. He was gray also, from his long beard to his rough hoofs, and ho looked stern and solemn, and rarely spoke. It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing as gray aa her other surroundings. Toto was not gray; he was a little black Dorothy. (log, with long, silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of Ms tunny, wee nose. Toto played all day loni;, and Dor othy played with him, and loed him dearly. To-day. however, they were nut play ing. Undo Henry sat upon the door stop and looked anxiously at the fky, which was even grayer than usual. Dorothy stood In the door with Tolo In her arms, and looked at the sky, too. Aunt Km was washing the dishes From the far north they heard a low wuil of the wind, and Undo Henry and Dorothy could see where the long " - - www gnws bowed in waves before the cori Ing storm. There iiovt came u sharp whistling in the air from tiie south, and as they turned their e yes that way they raw ripples In the grass coming from that direction also. Suddenly t'nclu Henry stood up. "There's a cyclone coining. Km," he called to his wife; ' I'll go look after the stock." Then he run toward the kliriln where the uows.and horses were kept. Aunt Km dropped her work nnd csi'ie to the door. One glance told her of (he danger close at baud. "Quick, Dorothy!" shu screamed; "run for the cellar!" Toto jumped out of Dorothy's arms ami hid under the bed, and the girl started to get him. Aunt Km, badly frightened, threw open the trapdoor in the floor and climbed down the lad der Into the small, dark hole. Dorothy caught Tuto at last, nnd started to follow her aunt. When she was half way across the room thero came a great shriek from the wind, and the house shook so hard that she lost her fooling and sat down suddenly upon tho lloor. A strange thing then happened. The house whirled around two or three times and rose slowly through tho air. Dorothy felt us if she were going up In a balloon. The north and south winds met where the house stood, ami made It tho exact center of the cyclone. In the middle of a cyclone the ulr is gen erally still, but the great pressure of the wind on every side of tho house raised It up higher and higher, until it was at the very top of the cyclone; and there It remained and whs carried miles and miles away as easily as you could car ry a feather. it was ' very dark, and tho wind howled horribly around her, but Doro thy found she was riding quito easily. After the first few whirls around, and one other time when the house lipped badly, she felt as if she were being rocked gently, like a baby in a cradle. Toto did not like It. He ran about tho room, now here, now there, bark ing loudly; but Dorothy sat quite still on tho floor and waited to seo what would happen. Once Toto got too near the open trap door, and f;!! in; and tit iirst the little girl thought she had lost him. Hut soon she saw one of bis ears sticking tip through the hole, for the strong pressure of the air wus keeping him up so that he could not fall. She crept to the hole, caught Toto by tho ear, and dragged him Into the room again; afterward cloning tho trap door so that no more uccldunts could happen. Hour after hour passed away, nnd slowly Dorothy got over her fright; but she felt quite lonely, and the wind shrieked so loudly all about her that sho nearly became deaf. At first she had wondered If she would bo dashed to pieces when the house fell again; but aa tho hours passed und nothing terrible happened, she stopped worry ing and resolved to wait calmly and seo what the futuro would bring. At last she crawled over tho swaying floor to her bed, and lay down upon It; and Toto followed nnd lay down besldo her. In spite of tho swaying of tho house und the walling of the wind. Dorothy soon closed her eyes and fell fast asleep. iky CMARI imcfl; imc 0 She was awakened h a shock, so sudden and severe that if Dorothy had not been lying on the soft bed sho might br.ve been hurt. As it was, the jar made her catch her breatb and wonder what had happened; and Toto put his cold little nose into her face and whined dismally. Dorothy sat up and noticed that the house was not moving; nor was It dark, for the bright Btinshlne came lu at the win dow, Hooding tho little room. Sho sprang from her bed und with Toto at her heels ran and opened tho door. The little girl gave a cry of amaze ment and looked about her, her eyes growing bigger and bigger at the won derful sights she saw. The cyclone had set the house down, very gently for a cyclone In the midst of a country of marvelous beau ty. Thero were lovely patches of green sward all about, with stately trees bearing rich and luscious fruits. Hunks of gorgeous flowers wcro ou every hand, nnd birds with rare and brilliant plumage rang and ll uttered in the tree and bushes. A little way oft was a small brook, rushing and sparkling nloir; between green banks, an.l mur muring in a voice very grateful to a little girl who had lived so Ion:; on the dry, gray prairies. While she stood looking eagerly at the strange and beautiful sights, she noticed coming toward her a group of the queerest people she had ever seen. They were not as big as the grown folk she had always been ns-.l to; but neither wen- they very ninnll. In fact, they seemed about as tall as Dorothy, who was a well grown child for her age, ;;!: hough they wire, so f;,r as look: go. many jears older. Three were men and one u woman, and ell were oddly dressed. They wot.' round hats that rose to a small poirt a foot above their leads, with little bclh! around the brims that tin kled sweetly as they moved. The hats or the men were blue; the lit tlo wom an's hat was while, nnd she' wore a white gown that hung In plaits from her shoulders; over It were sprinkled little stars that glistened in the sun like diamonds. The men were dressed Jn blu, of the same shade as their hats, and wore well polished boots mm m IHBT1 my with a deep roll of blun at tho tops. The men, Dorothy thought, were about as old as Uncle Henry, for two of them had bends, lint the little woman was doubtless much older; ber face was covered with wrinkles, her hair was nearly white, and she walked rather stiffly. When these people drew near the lions where Dorothy was standing in I he doorway, they paused and w his pered among themselves, as If afraid to come farther. Hut the little old woman walked up to Dorothy, made a low Ikiw and said, in a sweet voice: "You are welcome, most noble Sor ceress, to the land of the Muuehkins. We are so grateful to you for having killed tho wicked Witch of the Dust, and for setting our people free from bondage." Dorothy listened to this speech with wonder. What could the little woman possibly mean by calling her a sor ceress, and saying she had killed the wicked Witch of tho Kast? Dorothy was an Innocent, harmless little girl, Wfm gKssna aa "There Must Be Some Mistake." who had been carried by a cyclone many miles from home; and she had never killed anything in all her life. Hut the little woman evidently ex pected her to answer; so Dorothy said, with hesitation: "You are very kind; but there must be somo mistake. I have not killed anything." "Your house did, anyway," replied the little old woman, with a laugh; "and that is tho same thing. See!' Bho continued, pointing to the cornel of tho house; "there are her two toes, still sticking out from under u block; of wood." Dorothy looked, and gave a little cry of flight. There, indeed, just undei the coi ner of the great beam the house rested on. two feet, were sticking out, shod In silver shoes with pointed toe3 "Oh, dear! oh, dear!" cried Dorothy, clasping her hands together in dis may; "the house must have fallen on her. What ever shall wo do?" "There Is nothing to bo done," said the little woman, calmly. "litit who was she?" asked Dorothy. "She was the wicked Witch of the Kast, as I said," nnswered tho little woman. "Sho has held all the Munch kins in bondage for many years, ma king them slave for her night aud duy. Now they arc all set free, nnd are grateful to you for the favor." "Who are the Munchkins?" inquired Dorothy. "They aro the people who live In this land of tho Kast, where the wicked Witch - ruled." "Are you a Munchkln?" asked Dor othy. "No; but I am their friend, although I li?o in the land of tho North. When they aaw the Witch of the Kast was dead the Munchkins sent a swift mes senger to me, and I came at once. I am tho Witch of the North." "Oh, gracious!" cried Dorothy; "are you a real witch?" "Yes, Indeed;" answered tho little woman. "Hut I am a good witch, and the people love me. I am not as pow erful as tho wicked Witch was who ruled here, or I should have set tho people free myself." "Hut I. thought all witches were wicked." said the girl, who was half frightened at facing a real witch. "Oh, no; that is a great mistake. There were only four witches In till the Land of Oz, and two of them, those who live in the North and tho South, are good witches. I know this Toto. Is true, for I am one of them myself, and cannot be mistaken. Tho. e who. dwelt In lh Kast and the West were, Indeed, w liked witches; but now that you have killed one of them, thero Is but one wicked Witch In all Ihe Land of Oz the one who lives in tho West." "Hut." said Dorothy, nfter u mo ineiit's thought, "Aunt Kin has told mo that the witches were all dead years and yeurs ngs." ITO JM CONTINUUM.) MMHMSJaUIUUaV rM'fel fjil Jji Women's ffice wrk Pays Girl l-4hanCeS best Salary By ELLA LOINSBIRY l'TKU carefully comparing the salaries usually received by fjk A women engaged in the various lines of business I lmve decided a 1 i,.,i .1. ,,,..,, .1,,. ;. i'.. , ,..,..,..,!;... i : :. i. lit, , i rn n.f.iuiii I.-. liH- IM".-l I nil II 1 1 1 ,11 I IT iwsilic.-s 111 4 1 nil the average woman can engage. Yon will hear on every side Hint the market is over- rC :EM slocked willi stenographers niid wltilc this is true it is also liSI i.... i!,( ii ..I... ;. .......1...1 .. :,i i.. .11 I ! hi" Him mi- nun r.. i m in ei Mui'M-i i wiui jii'om: iii an oiner lilies of business. A stenographer having hut a common school education, if she is bright and comprehending, can command a salary of per week, while her college educated sister receives as high as .$''. er week, and occasionally where a stenographer gets to be private secre tary to sonn; high oflicial she receives all (Ik- way from $1.0 to $()) per month. Of coinx: these positions aro in the minority, hut it. simply goes to prove thai if a girl .strives hard enough in this particular lino thero is no limit to her possibilities. Take, for instance, the court reporter, puhlie stenographer, as well as the girl who can report lectures, etc.; lliey make more money in a day limn the average woman does in a week. Kven school teachers in the public schools do not average $i5 per month, as they lose two or three months every summer, while the stenog rapher gets a paid vacation every year. The millinery business pays well io those who are engaged in a lui-itiess of their own, but. not every woman can all'ord to start in busi ness for herself. Nurses also make good wages when they work, if proficient, but tiny are not steadily employed, and nursing is one of (hi; hardest voca tions.' Some people contend thai stenographers do not, receive as high sal aries as they claim. This is doubtless true in some cases, yet 1 know for an actual fact that a great many stenographers aro receiving $13 per week when they an; not really worth $10. It is simply a case of poor dis crimination on the part of the employer, who may bo paving the expert stenographer the saint! salary. While stenography may not be considered a desirable vocation by some, viewed from a financial standpoint, stenographers have lite decided advantage over Ihe majority of women in business. Sinfully Low Wajjes of Working Girls I By ELIZABETH McCULLEM for ." and $T a week he isn't voluntarily going Ifi oll'er more. The usual arguments, presented by these orsons, when their atten tion is called to the existing state of n flairs, is that Ihe class of work is not worth I'.ny more than they are paying. oes not every one who is jriving her strength and time to work deserve compensation that will protide for the needs and comforts, at least, of the body? Tell me, how long could one single big business concern continue operating were it liol. for those who till the so-called minor positions? Those scorned under lings are so important lhat, were it found impossible to M-vitro! their ser fic.es at. a week $10 would havr to be paid or the business would have lo close its doors. It simply could not continue without some one 1o tb ihis work. The problem for the average worker, sKrially the woman worker, is tery, very discouraging and hopeless so long as we tamely submit to injusiioe rather than light for what is our due. Then is no use in lighting tuberculosis and crime, no use in preaching religion and expecting resells, until ihe present, material con ditions of people are greatly improved. Prohibit an employer from engaging a girl unless she can give evi dence that she is dependent upon hcr'ciirnings for a living. The woman with a husband or a lather who is .doing his duty in providing for her has no right to lake work from those who must care for themselves. Is Pic Malting a Lost Art? I By ELIZABETH McCULLLM nm iTT face pies, hunting- a-c" pies, pics wilh hteed tops, plain pits. on r.:;';ilal pies atnt Ihtsh pies for festive occa sions. There were deep pi:.j. ha!lov pics, medium p:cs with short crust, long crust or lough cru.-t. much depending epon the cook and ihe guests to be elileliailled. Ktiiers hi ale pie and wro'.- it ir lis happiest way. II" wa gon'l for a big piece at "ac!t i.ie.il. making .va.--io:ial trips In the family larder lelwecii meal . Washington, ihe Adamses. Kranklin and Lincoln were all pic fiends. Yh is the meat noon which such men fed relegated to the surviving lew? Why i- a smili m senator laughed at when he insi-ls upon pic I'ov break I'nM at bis I oj riling house? Is the cooking of ihe good old-time pie a lost ail? Are we the vic tims of adulterated footHiiiIs? Won't gas sieves produce the real goods, or are we as a people simply going backward? There are as many pie faced men and women as ever, bill mo.-l of litem never faced a ivhI pie probably uevtr will. No one ever knew a pie-e,ntng nation lhat had to hoist the white flag or take alien dictation. We need to reinstall pie, make sure that it is pie, und get back to the :0lnl hns when we were a piccnting nation. Sinfully low wages aro paid by many employers to their feminine workers. 1 realize that little can Ik; accomplished by talk alone and that, immediate and drastic measures should lie taken. We women really do not deserve much sympathy, for we calmly submit to this injustice without doing one solitary thing to improve condi tions. t And as long as we persist in this : Vapidity, jtit so long ran we expect to be imposed upon. For it is a certainty that as long as an employer can find the pres ent unlimited supply of women applicants Pic is not the same as it used to be and a natural curiosity is aroused among the old residents. There were year? in our American history when pie was a revered and much patronized institution. Xo other one table article had a larger or more ad miring following. There were pumpkin, miiiee. rhubarb, peach, cherry, pear, iptinco, apple-butter, .vpmsh. blackberry, raspberry, custard, po tato, plum, lemon, orange, cream, cran berry and many oilier kinds of pic too numerous t mention. There were open- ONE CN JOHNNY. He was a balmy-headed Johnny, with little cash. She was both prcttr and liert. He said: "Do you know, Dolly, I am something of a mimic? I can take almost anybody off" She said: "Then take your3elf oft. old boy. I'm exprcting somo ona to take me to supiur." All in Fight Against Tuberculosis. Prevention of tuberculosis versus dividends is the proposition which some of our largest insurance com panies are now trying to establish. The Metropolitan Life recently ap plied for permission to erect a sana torium for its policy holders and em ployes afflicted with tuberculosis, but tho application w as refused on grounds of illegality hy New York Stato Super intendent of Insurance Hotchkiss. The company is, however, conducting an active educational campaign by dis tributing 3,500,000 pamphlets amonx its policy holders. The Provident Savings Life Assurance society has also established a health bureau, where its policy holders may receive free medical advice. Several fraternal orders, notably the Modern Woodmen, Knights of Pythias, Royal League, Ucyal Arcanum and Workmen's Cir cle, have alrendy established or are contemplating the erection of sana toria for their tuberculous members. A Noble Love. "Is the contract of dower properly drawn up, signed and witnessed?" asked tho count of Castle-on-the-I!um. "Yes," sighed Gladys GoUk-n. "There nro no loopholes through which your wise lawyer of Philadel phia might creep?'' "Not-a loopbo!' oaid the fair Gladys. "And your father's holdings In Amal gamated Whalebone, American Cheesr and Macaroni and Tin Soup-Plate C have not been affected by the recent depression?" "No, dearest," answered Miss Gold en, (irmly. "Then I love you," said the noble count; and two fond hearts beat a one. Puck. Sit Up. Much rot has recently been writ, and wags have rent their brains asun der, in trying to make food for wit this dreadnaught lid tho girls hido tin der. What need have men to knock it o? They do not have to sweat be neath it. Is it because tho fellows know the landscape has been robbed to wreathe It? We aro no Judge of ladies' lids, and care not what your choice or vote Is; it's not what's on but in girls' heads that makes us sit up and take notice. Pard of Denzii. About Time. tiorothy Can I have Bom water to christen my doll, mciuma? Mother Oh! no. I don't like you to play with water. Dorothy Well, can I haro some wax to waxinate her? ..I'm sure she ought to have something done by now. I've had her three months. Windsor Magazine. An Escape. "Are you sure that indicator regi lered tho correct fare?" "Yes," answered the taxlrabman. "You aren't kicking, are you?" "No, I'm congratulating myself. If we went that far In so short a time t were mighty lucky not to get arrested for scorching." Washington Star. Willing to Try. She Do you think it would tak you long to love a girl? He I don't know. How long havn you got'.' Yonkers Statesman. IT WORKS The Laborer Eati Food That Would Wreck an Office Man. Men who are actively cneaeed at hard work enn sometimes eat food that would wreck a man who Is more closely confined. This is illustrated in the following story: "I was for 12 years clerk in artoro working actively and drank coffee nil the time without much trouble until after I entered tho telegraph servie. "There I got very little exercise and drinking strong coffee, my nerve were unsteady and my stoniarh raU weak and I was soon a very sick man. I quit meat nnd tobacco and In fact I stopped eating everything which I thought might aff.'c me r.ccit coffee. nut still my commion grew vvoive I was ail but a wreck. "I finally quit coffee nnd , and com- menced to ttao l'oftum a few y arn iiKO, nnd I nm speaking tho truth when I say, my condition commenced to Improve Immediately and tmlav I am well and can eat unvihinc I u-ant. without any bad effects, all duo to shifting from coffee to Postum. "I told my wife today I believed I could digest a brick it 1 had a cup of postum to go with it "We make it according to direction boiling It full i0 minutes and use good rich cream and it is certainly deli cious." Look tn pkgs. fr a copy of tlu fa mous little book, "The Itoad to Well vlllo." "There's a Rcaron." Evrr rrad ihr abnr IrHprf nrrr ono appmrt from limp Oi llm. Ihrr ar graulnr. t.ur, and full of banian Ititcrtkti .