f
Hon." observes the Labor Times-Herald of
Fort Wayne. Indiana. We watched with
some closeness the departure of the republi
can congress and to us it seemed that it
went out braying- like a jackass.
WE MINGLE OUR SAD TEARS
Urban Walters edits a red-hot little mag
azine called "The Harpoon.". It is publish
ed at Denver in the interest of the railway
postal clerks. Walters is what they heart
lessly call a "lunger," and he was compelled
to quit the railway mail service on ac
count of his health. Walters has thrown
the harpoon into the P. O. D. officials, and
they are squealing. Recently Walters was
arrested for fraudulent use of the mails, his
crime consisting, evidently, of having mailed
his paper and circulars in which he exposed
the gag rule methods of the P. O. D. of
ficials and President Taft, and the frightful
dangers the railways postol clerks are sub
jected to by reason of rickety cars, foul san
itary conditions and polluted drinking
water. The time is at hand when a few
autocratic gentlemen in the postoffice de
partment should be sat upon with a dull,
sickening thud.
The late Dr. Talmage used to preface one
of his lectures with the following: "We
have the evolutionist to tell vis where we
came from, and the theologian to tell us
where we are going to, and we are still con
fronted by the somewhat interesting fact
that we are here." A number of eminent
gentlemen in Lincoln who pretend to hold
in their keeping all that is known of right
living and lofty action would do well to
ponder that statement awhile. There are
some few of us who don't give a snap where
we came from, and are so interested and
busy in solving the problem of the now that
we haven't a minute hardly in which to
consider the question of where we are go
ing. The wage earner who is jumping
sideways to earn a living for a family of
five or six, working half time and going up
against the present market prices of food
stuffs, has mightly little time to spend in
considering his soul's salvation.
Nebraska has sixteen millions acres of
fertile soil that has never been touched by
the plow. There should be a family on
every eighty acres of it. There would be,
too, if the land hungry people of the coun
try were acquainted with the conditions in
Nebraska. Nebraska, the best agricultural
state in the union, is the least known of
all the states. The legislature now has an
opportunity to correct this state of affairs,
and should quit fooling away time on non
essentials and enact the McKelvie publicity
bill into law.
The Nebraska legislature should by all
means adopt the $25,000 appropriation to
advertise the state. Realizing that there are
millions of acres of rich farm lands in Ne
braska that has never been cut with a plow
and that many farmers are being hypnotized
into going to Texas or Canada, the Omaha
Ad and Commercial clubs, as well as the
state press, are asking to have this law
"passed to build up the state. Nebraska has
been overlooking its own interests for many
years and this new move will start the state
in the direction of building better things. At
the conservation meeting in Lincoln a few
days ago there was considerable discussion
on interurban electric lines. That, too, is
a sign of doing something. After a while
the farmers in the counties where there are
no railroads will get busy on this "come on"
policy and the state will be pickled with
men talking and thinking of doing things
for Nebraska and themselves, instead of
hunting up grouches to nurse. -Omaha
Western Laborer.
Will Maupin's Weekly is shedding a few
tears to mingle with those of its good friend,
Dr. Victor Rosewater. It is time for tears,
too. When Cadet Taylor was appointed
surveyor of customs at Omaha over the pro
test of Dr. Rosewater, it was high time to
turn on the faucet connecting with the tear
ducts and let the lachrymal fluid freely flow.
Some there be who may not understand all
thus, but some of us have been in Nebraska
long enough to remember when Sterling P.
Rounds owned the Omaha Republican and
left its management largely in the hands of
his two sons-in-law, Cadet Taylor and Omar
H. Rothacker. There may have been a lack
of ability in the counting room of the Re
publican of those days, but there are scores
of scrapbooks in Nebraska that contain the
burning, blistering, scorching editorials
penned by the erratic but brilliant Roth
acker. And now, after all these years, to
have memories of those old days, revived,
and revived by the appointment of Cadet
Taylor say, put on your life preservers,
for the tears that have already fallen are
but as the gentle dew compared to the flood
that is coming. We hasten to assure our
good friend, Dr. Rosewater, of our deep
est sympathy. We, too, have had our share
of political heartaches and disappointments,
and we know how it goes.
FRED KIND'S OWN PLATFORM
"I am a candidate for exciseman at the
primary election to be held March 28, 1911.
If nominated and elected, I shall be guided
by the policy outlined in the following plat
form to which I personally and independent
ly subscribe:
"First. The question of wet or dry
should be decided by a referendum in which
the whole people and all interests partici
pate. "Second. I do not believe that saloons
should be licensed in Lincoln after the policy
of the last two years until the people have
so decided by referendum rather than by
the election of excisemen personally in
clined to the wet or dry policy.
"Third. If the people do not change the
present policy I shall use my office for a
strict enforcement of that policy.
"Fourth. If the people decide by refer
endum that saloons shall be licensed I shall
stand for the licensing of not to exceed 25
saloons, strictly regulated, at a license fee
of $2,000 each.
"Fifth. As an independent candidate I
am working for the best interests of the
whole people as expressed by them. I be
lieve that a candidate who thus promises to
follow the dictates of the people is in better
position to aid in unifying all conflicting
interests than one who insists on carrying
his personal views into the administration of
city affairs of such broad importance.
"Sixth. I filed my own petition, paid my
own filing fee, and my obligations as a can
didate are fully expressed above.
"FRED KIND."
WHAT THE OFFICE BOY SAYS
De real Christian don't haf t' tell his
neighbor w'ot he is.
A lot o' men dat's pilin' up wealth down
here is overdrawin' de account up there.
teen bones a week f'r woikin' eight hours a
day by a boss dat never misses a Sunday
Dat s what s set me t thinkin.
ball game
Nothin' ain't cheap dat's de product uv
underpaid wimmen an' childrun.
De biggest joke is de feller dat takes his
self so serious dat he ain't able t' git wise
to hisself.
De boss advised dad t' build a home f'r
hisself, an' when dad done it blamed if de
gov'ment didn't fine him f'r it.
I'll agree never t' go t' a Sunday ball game
if de pastor o' ma's church will git me off
batterday afternoon widout losin
woiges.
me
I know dat prayin' gives a feller stren'th
t' fight life's battles, but a square meal don't"
hurt none.
De longer a kid says tied to' his mama's
aprunstrings de older he is before he gits his
heart durty.
If I wus a preacher I'd hate to' admit dat
I couldn't make my preachin' compete wid
Sunday amusements.
Fellers dat don't never do nothin' are de
foist git de hammer out an' go t' knockin' on
de fellers dat's tryin' to do his fellermen a
service.
Maybe you've noticed dat de feller w'ot
insists on runnin' his own business is alius
de foist t' ask fe'r de troops when he fails t'
make good.
I kinder believe dat some people advocate
organized charity 'cause it gives dem a
chance t' shoik der duty.
Don't reckon I'll ever erect any libraries,
but if I do it won't be from , de coin I
wrenched frum wimmen, kids and helpless
men.
Pa says dat hell is bein' made attractive
by de men dat is bein' consigned dere by
some people, an' I'm bankin' on pa's know
in' what he's talkin' about.
Maybe a feller is excusable f'r gittin' drunk
once, 'cause it is an experunce. But de feller
dat gits drunk de second toime ought t' have
his head bored f'r de simples.
I got a sister dat's woikin' f'r a man dat
goes t' church every Sunday an' he pays
her six bones a week f'r woikin' six days,
nine hfturs a day. I got a sister woikin' in
de same office wid me, an' she's paid seven-
When I can't boost f'r me boss's bizness
I'm goin'. t' have de manhood t' quit me job.
An' when I can't boost de town I live I'm
goin' t' have de decency t' hit de road f'r
another one dat suits