Loup City Northwestern
J. W. BURLEIGH, Publisher
LOUP CITY, - - NEBRASKA
Population and Industrial Activity.
Malthus, in his famous treatise
upon principles of population, de
clared that the natural tendency
toward increase is checked by inade
quacy of means of subsistence; but in
our time this statement should be
modified; new industries, the develop
ment of mines and extension of com
merce, directly or indirectly, furnish
means of support for increasing num
bers and seem to create a demand for
human beings—causing what may be
termed a population vacuum. The
population of England and Wales, for
example, in 1701, was 6.121,525; in
1751 the total number of inhabitants
had increased but 214 315. or 3.5 per
cent, in 50 years. After the middle
of the eighteenth century, howrever,
continuous increase occurred, amount
ing to 3,000,000 in 1801, 9,000,000 in
1851, and 14,500.000 in 1901. This
change was coincident with the crea
tion of British industry and trade.
But if it be true, declares W. S. Rossi
ter in Atlantic, that the quickening of
industrial life has tended to increase
population, the present stationary con
dition of population in parts of Eu
rope, previously pointed out, and the
diminishing increase of population in
the United States, suggest the possi
bility that what may be termed the
drawing power of natural and indus
trial resources upon population has
culminated. We are justified at least
in asking what influences upon in
crease of population, if any, are being
exerted by the marvelous economic
changes now in progress.
The Power of Mind Over Body.
We hear a great deal about the pow
er of the mind over the body. Why,
the whole secret of life is wrapped up
in it. We do not know the A, B, C
of this great, mysterious power,
though the civilized world is rapidly
awakening to its transforming force.
The prophet, the poet, the sage, from
earliest times have felt and recog
nized it. "Be ye transformed by the
renewing power of your mind." Paul
admonished the Romans. “ 'Tis the
mind that makes the body rich,” says
Shakespeare. "What we commonly
call man,” writes Emerson, “the eat
ing, drinking, planting, courting man.
does not, as we know him, represent
himself. Him we do not respect; but
the soul, whose organ he is, would
he let it appear through his action,
would make our knees bend.” To-day
even the prize-fighter, the uneducated,
as well as the educated, the man who
lives on the animal plane even as the
man who lives on the spiritual plane,
in fact, all sorts of people, are be
ginning to see that there is some tre
mendous force back of the flesh
which they do not understand. The
rapid growth of the so-called new
thought movement, declares Orison
Swett Marden, in Success Magazine,
shows how actively- this idea of man's
hidden power is working in the minds
of all classes.
Those who are sure that the soil of
New England is hopelessly barren
may be surprised to learn some facts
that are brought out in two recent
bulletins of the department of agri
culture. There were only eight states
of the union in 1906 that had a larger
acreage planted to potatoes than
Maine. Only four produced a larger
crop. Not one even approached Maine
in the number of bushels to the acre.
The average yield was 210 bushels to
the acre, and no other state raised
more than 175 bushels. The average
for the whole country was only 202.
Nor was it an exceptional year, for
the average crop of Maine has been
the largest in every year since 1903.
Buckwheat is not a very important
crop, but it is raised in 24 of the
states. In this, too, Maine stands at
the head in average crop per acre;
New Hampshire is second, Vermont
third, and Massachusetts fourth. Since
1900 the lowest average yield of buck
wheat in Maine was 28 bushels to
the acre in 1906. The highest yield
in those seven years in any state out
side of New England was 22% bushels.
According to a Newport authority,
fashionable women have taken to
wearing heavy double veils which
cross the face just above the bridge
of the nose, leaving the eyes and
forehead bare. This style is adopt
ed just as Turkish women are giving
up veils, but it need hardly be said
that Newport women are seeking to
hide their beauty from the public
gaze; they merely wish to escape
freckles.
Because Emperor William changed
the fashion of wearing his mustache
he was refused admission to one of
the forts by a watchful sentinel. The
fact that the sentinel was not disci
plined for this involuntary insult to
Imperialism may be classed in the list
of hair-breadth escapes.
A keen struggle for the'possession
of an extremely rare coin between the
pope and King Victor Emmanuel of
Italy, both numismatists, has just
ended in favor of the former.
Greater New York has'started out
to stop the noises of civilization, and
at the very outset of the crusade puz
zled Brooklyn policemen are wanting
to know if a mother’s putting her
baby to sleep with a lullaby comes
under the prescribed sounds. There
is nothing in ancient history to rank
in weird effect with modern reform.
Turkish women are unveiling. Fool
lsh girls! They are discarding the
mystery wherein, in all probability,
their chiefest attraction lay.
MERICAX towns and cities,
especially in the west, spring
up in a night and generally
they flourish, and develop
with each year. Evarts, sit
uated on the Missouri river
| in the north-central part of South Da
kota, was no exception to the rule in
its early life, but to-day if you should
happen to paddle up the Missouri past
where the waters of the Moreau enter,
the first thought that would enter
your mind when you struck the former
site of Evarts, would be that a cyclone
had wiped out the place.
However, such is not the case.
Evarts is now only a western plain
and this by its own volition. Only a
few weeks ago Evarts was the big
gest cattle-shipping center of the
United States. To-day there is no
Evarts. There is not even a railroad
track; the big shipping depot has
been torn down, here and there a
splinter left when the buildings were
taken away, tells the tale of a once
flourishing city.
And the whole reason for the people
of Evarts getting out of their chosen
town was because the railroad wanted
to find a suitable spot on the Missouri
river to build a bridge. The railway
officials were extending their line to
the coast and the worst obstacle in the
path of the gigantic enterprise was
to find a place to hang the bridge.
Eventually the engineers settled upon
a site several miles north of Evarts
and at that point a flourishing town,
known as Mobridge sprang up Evarts
people were offered any site for their
tow'n that they might select along the
extension.
Then the exodus began. Husky cat
tlemen hitched horses and oxen to
their houses and barns, some tore the
edifices down, and they were hauled
across the prairie, much like the
schooners of '49 fame. Glenham and
Mobridge, the latter’s name being a
contraction of th« words Missouri
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bridge, received most of the Evarts
people. When everybody had left, the
railroad tore down its depot, great
gangs of men jerked the tracks from
their cedar ties and the short line
from Aberdeen was a thing of the
past.
Across the barren plains between
Aberdeen and Evarts millions upon
millions of cattle of every description
had been carted in great long freight
cars to be eventually disposed of in
Chicago, Milwaukee, St. Louis, New
York. Buffalo and in fact all of the
big eastern marts of trade. On August
1, 1908, came the official ending of the
town. All its books were closed on
that date; its employes were officially
dismissed then and their salaries to
that time were paid them, although
most of the public officials and their
families had left Evarts several weeks,
some of them months before.
The casual observer, perhaps in a
launch may go up to the landing at
the center of the town and there tie
his craft for a tour of inspection, but
his efforts to unearth the mysterious
about what was once Evarts will be
fruitless, for everything of any value
whatsoever has been carried away
and scarcely a stick of wood was left
by the economical natives, who now
call themselves citizens of other
South Dakota villages.
Scores of towns have suffered the
same experience which befell Evarts,
but the latter's passage to oblivion
was perhaps more sudden, more spec
tacular and more regretted than any
which have got into the public prints
in a decade or more.
If you had “happened” into Evarts
two years ago and then dropped a few
days ago you would pinch yourself
twice to see if you were awake. This
by reason of the contrast. Two years
ago you would have seen roughly clad
cattlemen hurrying hither and thither,
engines puffing along the sidetracks,
trainloads of some of the best cattle
which the west produces moving east
in the direction of Aberdeen, you
would have seen a blue-coated minion
of the law stalking along the passen
ger depot spurting tobacco juice at
the station agent's dog. but to-day
even the dog is missing from the
scenery thereabouts.
Moving day started several months
ago and the freight train conductor,
leaving with the last load of live cat
tle which was to pass out of this
typical American city, was almost
moved to tears as he stood on the
rear platform of his caboose when the
train reached a rise in the plain and
looked back upon the town which had
been his "hang-out” since he entered
the employment of the road.
The writer, making a quick trip
from Evart* to Aberdeen, was loung
ing in the caboose. The sight became
unbearable to the railroad man and
he re-entered the trainman's apart
ments. “I've seen that there burg grow
up from the time when ole Jess Atkins
lived in a shanty down by the river
just south o’ town and owned six head
o’ cattle. There warn’t no spur from
Aberdeen then,” he soliloquized, "but
Jess used to drive his cows across the
prairie to where the river jines the
Moreau and there they'd ferry the hull
outfit across for a couple o’ dollars.
Then he’d have a nice long ride to
Aberdeen.
"Once when Jess' wife and darters
came down to live with him, the ole
man was ketched by some rustlers
from up north and they stole his
pony, cows and money. Jess had to
hoof it back to his shack. Well,
sence thet time y'd be s'prised how
the place has growed. I was on a river
sidewheeler then. I was the pilot.
Well, pretty soon Evarts was boomed
and all us young cubs got the fever
to stake off a bit o' land and set up in
some kind o’ bizness, we didn't care
much what and we didn't know what
it'd turn out to be when wre staked.
"Well, finally I accepted a loocra
tive job as brakie on this line and five
years ago I got permoted to con
ductor. I ain't goin' to suffer, whom
soever, as they’ve give me a job doin’
th' same thing from Oakes to Aber
deen when I get through with this
trip.”
And the conductor is not a ro
mancer, but his feelings were echoed
through the western air and in every
home in Evarts when it became
known that the railway was to build
a bridge which would take the busi
ness away from this town and allow
the building of a new city where the
river was spanned.
Appropriately the new town became
known as Mobridge and it is to-day
what Evarts was several years ago. a
flourishing, hustling little burg wdth
everything ahead of its inhabitants,
and whatever their past may have
been, is forgotten.
While Glenham received many of
the Evarts people with open arms, the
greater majority went to Mobridge,
for they declared they saw greater
possibilities thgre because business
could be more easily transferred from
Evarts to Mobridge.
So if you should happen to be in
the vicinity of Mobridge. ask the post
master, the man at the wharf, the sta
tion agent at the depot or almost any
body the road to where Evarts once
was and take a jaunt down that way.
It's only a few miles south and w-hen
you imagine what the little city once
was and what it is to-day, perhaps you
will be repaid for the stroll. Mo
bridge is to-day a typical little west
ern town where some one or other is
continually erecting a shack which he
and his family call home. Homes
spring up in the night and when their
owners grow tired of them they are
either sold for fire-wood or some one.
perhaps poorer, accepts them for a
small sum.
Western hospitality, a tradition,
which is told in fiction works and
which actually exists, is one of the
first themes of Mobridge and the
stranger, poor or wealthy, is just as
sure of welcome under Mobridge roofs
as he would be under his own. Of
course there are cattle rustlers in
that part of South Dakota, but thanks
to real western cow tactics, they are
few. Vigilance committees have made
stealing cattle such a hazardous
method of ekeing out a living that few
care to risk their health in that man
ner.
Money in Apple Orchards.
Tasmania has long been known as
the apple land of the south, but few at
home have any real idea of the money
that can be made, and is being made,
out of apple growing in that island.
Last year, for instance, there were
many small orchards in the south
which returned as much as 1,200 bush
els to the acre, and one owner of four
acres, who picked over 4,000 bushels
of marketable fruit, whic^h he sold at
four shillings a bushel, reaped a gross
return of £800. As his expenses at
the outside would not be more than
£100, his profit an acre worked out
at something like £175. Of course,
this was an extreme case, but or
chards of 20 acres and upward aver
aged full 500 bushels an acre, and
yielded a clear net profit of quite
£1,500 in each case. The area actu
ally planted at the present time in do
mestic and commercial orchards is
about 20,000 acres, and upward of half
a million cases of apples were ex
ported to this country last year.—Bri
tannia.
Hong-Kcng’s Fine Harbor.
The Hong Kong harbor has a water
area of ten miles, and is regarded as
one of the finest in the world.
Hourglasses for Pulpits.
The 20-minute sermon is a purely
modern invention, as is proved by the
number of pulpit hourglasses that
are still to be found in many old
churches. In the register of St. Cath
erine's, Aldgate, the following entry,
dated 1564, occurs: "Paid for an hour
glass that hanged by the pulpit, where
the preacher doth make a sermon,
that he may know how the hour pass
eth away, one shilling.” A modern
pulpit glass—probably the only one
of its kind—is to be found in the
Chapel Royal, Savoy. It is an 18-min
ute glass, and was placed in the
chapel on its restoration in 1867.—
Westminster Gazette.
Smallest Human Bone.
The smallest bone in the human
body is contained in the drum of the
ear.
Effect of Sun Batns.
"The taking of sud baths ig one of
the most healthful things in the
world,” said Evan T. Roberts, of Cin
cinnati. “Several years ago I visited
Germany, and while there was taken
down with nervous prostration. I
called in the best specialists of Ber
lin. They told me I needed more ex
ercise, more fresh air and more sun
light. The first thing they made me
do was to take sun baths. I stripped
and would go out in the yard every
morning and lay for 40 minutes in the
broiling sun. It was not so hot, but
felt so to me, as I was unprotected
Well, sir, in a few days I began to feel
better. In three weeks I was pro
nounced a well man. The sun baths
certainly did the trick for me.”
No Thirst in Munich.
Munich, with a population of over
540,000, has, on an average, one es
tablishment for the sale of liquid re
freshments to each 319 persons, ex
clusive of the , floating population,
which is a large one.
VISITS WITH
SINGLE BY
Alice Is Right.
LICE Greenwood,
writing to her
sex, says: “Don't
whine — for the
love of Heaven,
don't whine!
There is nothing
that so complete
ly upsets a man
and makes him
wish he'd bought
a dog instead of a
marriage li
cense!”
Alice is right,
of course — don’t
whine, hut the ad
Vltc IS just ftUUU 1UI UlC Uiuu
the woman. Don't whine! No matter
who has taken a kick at you down
town, no matter who has stuck a
knife in your ribs or put
burrs under your saddle or thrown
salt in your eyes, don’t whine!
What good does it do to whine?
It's a mollycoddle trait, anyhow.
If you must swear, don't, but if you
must swear anyhow, swear! Don’t
whine!
Go home and make home cheerful.
It's the only place in the world where
the world cannot sow tacks and
broken glass before your automobile.
It’s the only haven you have against
the man who is after your job or the
iconoclast who is trying to break up
your business. It is your nest—and
when you whine, you defile it! Keep it
sweet and restful and comfortable.
Don't whine there yourself and don't
allow anyone else to do it. If your
wife persists in making home like the
street, stab her with a bologna sau
sage anil go to prison for life as a
matter of choice.
These so-called homes that are
merely a rendezvous for a man and his
wife to whine at each other and tell all
their real and imaginary troubles, are
not homes at all in the truer sense,
and the sooner they are broken up the
better it will be for the inmates.
Don’t whine!
GOO
At Home.
My wife has gone to town to shop
And won’t be home till almost night,
Out on the screened-in porch I sit
And think up crazy tilings to write!
A cow-bird in a pig-nut tree
Is singing saucily at me!
I'll bet she buys an evening gown
Or sixteen feet of costly lace,
A merry widow hat. b'gosh.
To shade her glowing, piquant face!
Ho! See that red-head chasing bugs
And digging angleworms and slugs!
She is some restless staying home
And so she goes to town to shop,
And gets all tired out and hot—
There goes a hopper in her crop!
I mean the red-head's crop, you know—
My wife is not built like a crow!
Just see that bull-dog chase the cat!
Here! Quit that, sir. you pesky lout!
But, here, this isn't sawing wood—
And now that blooming pipe is out!
'Tis thus I stay at home to write—
Ain't this here pome a perfect fright!
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Silhouettes.
The fellow who feels like a fish out
of water knows how it seems “to get
the hook.”
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We would never learn the truth
about certain folks if they didn't quar
rel occasionally.
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It is hard for some men to remem
ber they are gentlemen, when they
never have been.
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A small boy always revises his defi
nition of a strait when, in after life,
he gets in a poker game.
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A girl squeals when you kiss her,
for the same reason that a saucy little
pig does when it drinks sweet milk.
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Look out for the darkey who prays
for chicken. His prayers may be an
swered if your coop door remains un
locked.
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In Bohemia, courtships last 20
years. No wonder we speak of Bo
hemia as a land of lotus leaves and
honey, or words to that effect.
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When sleep is not sleep, but fretful
waking, It is ten times worse than
daVlight consciousness—a demon that
chases away comfort and rest and
peace and sets upon the human mind
a horde of biting wolves that harass ,
and annoy.
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This must be a good old world, after
all. A few days ago I left my umbrel
la on the suburban train and yester
day the conductor returned it to me.
My wife had told me I never would
see that umbrella again, but just to
show my sunny disposition. I assured
her of my confidence that it would be
restored to me. It pays to have faith,
I can see that.
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A Tip for Advertisers.
Did anyone ever see a card of thanks
or an obituary painted and posted up in
some man's pasture beside the road for
the passersby to read? We never did.
They are always found in the columns
of some newspaper where they will be
read by the people instead of cattle and
jackasses. If cards of thanks, etc., are
best read in the columns of newspapers,
why should not your advertisements also
be?—Teague tTex.) Chronicle.
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Old Love Letters.
Oh. where are the letters of yesterday—
The letters of love, I mean.
Oh, some have been printed in books, I
know;
The rag man has some, I ween!
And others are carefully put away
Where hubby won't find the things some
day!
Kick High Up.
“If you's got to kick,” said Uncle
Eben, “go to headquarters. I hates to
see so many people tellin' deir troubles
to de office boy, and den bowin’ an'
scrapin' when de man dat sho’ ’nuff
makes de mischief comes in.”—Wash
ington Star.
To Clean Plaster of Paris.
To clean plaster of paris ornaments
cover the entire surface with a thick
layer of starch. Let it dry thoroughly,
and when it is brushed off the dirt
will come with it.
WHAT THE TRADE MARK MEANS
TO THE BUYER
Few people realize the Importance
of the words "Trade Mark" stamped
on the goods they buy. If they did
it would save them many a dollar
spent for worthless goods and put a
lot of unscrupulous manufacturers
out of the business.
When a manufacturer adopts a
trade mark he assumes the entire re
sponsibility for the merit of his prod
uct. He takes his business repu
tion in his hands—out in the lime
light—“on the square” with the buy
er of his goods, with the dealer, and
with himself.
The other manufacturer—the one
who holds out “inducements.” offer
ing to brand all goods purchased with
each local dealer’s brand — side. teps
responsibility, and when these infe
rior goods “come back” it's the local
dealer that must pay the penalty.
A good example of the kind of pro
tection afforded the public by a trade
mark is that offered in connection
with National Lead Company's adv. r
tising of pure White Lead as the best
paint material.
That the Dutch Roy Painter trade
mark is an absolute guaranty of puri
ty in White Lead is proved to the
most skeptical by the offer National
Lead Company make to send free to
any address a blow pipe and instruc
tions how to test the white lead for
themselves. The testing outfit is be
ing sent out from the New York
office of the company, Woodbridge
Building.
ABSENT-MINDED.
Old Gent—Here, you boy, what arc
you doing out here, fishing? Don't
you know you ought to he at school'
Small Boy—There now! I knew I'd
forgotten something.
HER GOOD FORTUNE
After Years Spent in Vain Effort.
Mrs. Mary E. H. Rouse, of Cam
bridge, N. Y., says: “Five years ago
affected my kidneys.
Severe pains in my
back and hips became
constant, and sharp
twinges followed any
exertion. The kidne>
I secretions were badl\
disordered. I lost
flesh and grew too
weaa to work. lnough constanm
using medicine I despaired of being
cured until I began using Doan s
Kidney Pills. Then relief came
quickly, and in a short time T was
completely cured. I am now in ex
cellent health.”
Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box.
Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
Cape Cod Fog.
“Yes,” remarked the Down Easter,
“we do have fog along Cape Cod some
times. One night the fog came up and
in the morning when I went to milk
I couldn't find the old cow. Knew
where she was in the habit of lying,
though, and followed her easy enough
Got to her just in time, too.
“Why, I just went through the hole
she made in the fog—sort of a turn.el
like—and pretty soon I came up t"
her. She was almost smothered. Yo i
see the fog had packed ahead of to r
and she'd jammed her horns into it
and got stuck. Had to chop her ou.
You may believe it or not, but I !
show you the cow any time you come
’round.”—Philadelphia Public I.edger.
Appreciates Teachers' Work.
One woman says that when her
children bring home their school re
ports at the end of the month she al
ways finds five minutes in which to
write a personal letter to the teach
ers. If there is something that tbo
children have learned that surprised
her she writes a note of thanks and
appreciation, and it the reports are
unsatisfactory she writes offering to
help the teacher in any way she may
suggest. Needless to say, the teach
ers are appreciative, as any one will
know who has ever taught school.
Not Guilty.
“Now, Mrs. McCarthy,” said counsel
for the defense, “please tell us simply
as you can your version of this affair.
It is alleged that you referred to Mrs.
Callahan in disparaging terras."
“Not a bit av it. I didn't say anny
thing about disparaging nor disparagus
nor anny other garden truck, except
that I said she had a nose loike a
squash and her complixion was as bad
as a tomato in the lasht stages. Yez
can see for yersilf if it ain't the truth
REMAINS THE SAME.
Well Brewed Postum Always Palatable
The flavour of Postum, when boiled
according to directions, is always the
same—mild, distinctive, and palatable
It contains no harmful substance like
caffeine, the drug in coffee, and hence
may be used with benefit at all time
"Believing that coffee was the cans,
of my torpid liver, sick headache and
misery in many ways,” writes an In i
lady, "I quit and bought a package of
Postum about a year ago.
“My husband and I have been so
well pleased that we have continued
to drink Postum ever since. \Ye lik>'
the taste of Postum better than code’
as it has always the same pleasant
flavour, while coffee changes its tast"
with about every new combination or
blend.
“Since using Postum I have had no
more attacks of gall colic, the heavi
ness has left my chest, and the old.
common, every-day headache is a
thing unknown.” “There’s a Reason
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to
Wellville,” in pkgs.
Ever read the above letter? A new
one appears from time to time. They
are genuine, true, and full of human
interest.
