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About The commoner. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1901-1923 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 3, 1902)
T 8 The Commoner. The Home Department. Jackson's Day. (By Ho word S. Taylor.) What shall bo say Of Jackson's Day? 'Across tho chasm of eighty years We hear a roar of British cheers Where Packenham in vain assails Old Hickory's flre-f ringed cotton bales! Full three to one the redcoats come With bellowing volleys charging home; Come like a tide then break as if That tide had struck a granite cliff! What shall wo say Of that red day? Why, this and say it like a prayer "Thank God we had a Jackson there!" -Heavem built the man Upon a?plan . v So simply yet so largely drawn Ho looms like Athens' Parthenon When fondling sunbeams stoop to kiss The temple-crowned Acropolis. So plain ho was, yet stately, too, So rtrjjged', strong and staunchly true, The niiWo of history stops to scan The liohiely' greatness of the man -And Softly say, On Jackson's Day, "He;was of common life begat,; ' Tho new world's full-typed democrat." Oil Jackson's Day ' ' , fTho' world can say He Was' a' patriot true and tried, And one who rather would have died Than plead with any foreign throne For liberty to rule our own! Our Declaration, freedom's' chart. Was, stamped upon his .fearless heart, And, live or dio, or sink or swim, "t It was teh voice of God to him! His country's right, His country's might, Twin thoughts together; side by side Dwelt in his goul until he died! i This, too, we'll say ij On Jackson's Day: He learned fromunen in ragged jeans WliOj fought wiffi him at New Orleans To hold the great, plain people dear And tru3t to ttiem without a fear! He knew tho genius of our land Comes not from mansions rich and i grand, . But has its humble, potent birth ' ' At Freedom's fane tho cottage hearth. . And this he knew Forever true Tho common people's hearts must be The ramparts of our liberty! ; And now we say, ' ' ' ' On Jackson's Day, Till 'Jackson's grave shall be forgot ; And' bramble hide the holy spot; Till all he did with sword and pen Shall cease to move the hearts of men, Till then, in times of doubt and fear, Our eyes shall see, our ears shall hear A countless host with hope unspent Walk in the ways where Jackson went. And men shall kneel And deeply feel The truth of what they simply say: "The good God gave us Jackson's Day." A Brilliant Schcmo. The Little Woman has evolved an other bright idea. Candor compels the admission that most of the bright ideas in this particular family circle origin ate in the fertile brain of tho Little Woman. He and she that is to say.'the Little Woman and her husband were sit ting by the stove late Christmas night, survoylng the wreck and ruin of a Christmas day. The little ones had long since gone to bed, tired and sur- leueu witn unristmas goodies. A bat- itereu trumpet hung over the arm of his Jhair, and a dolly whose hrilr was a idly tangled mass of molasses candy and nut shells lay on, ktb,e floor by tho side of the Little Woman's chair. Tho dismantled, Christmas tree stood by the wlnd.ow, its tinsel ornaments somewhat tarnished-arid the once pret ty candles little lumps of melted parafilne. "I'm sorry it's over," said tho Llt- Ule Woman. "I should think you would be glad," remarked the husband. "I can imagine how tired you aro because you have worked about three times as hard as I have, and I feel like I never will want to get up after I go to bed." "Of course I'm tired; but think of tho fun the ,bables have had," sho re plied. There was silence, for a few mo ments and the" smoke wreaths curled about his head in luxurious clouds. "I've been thinking," began the lit tle woman. He started to be facetious by remark ing that he was supposed to do tho thinking for that family, but the Lit tle Wpman cut him off short: "I. know you suppose you do , the thinking foithis: family,'; eho'chitped, "but tho fact remains that if I don't do -most of it myself the butcher and baker and grocer would I s rather blue. Now I'm gclrhgf'to propose a ''scheme. Haveydu thought a'bdut'wiiat yonar9 going to give me tofirt Christmas?" "Merciful powers!"- shrieked he. "You mercenary woman! Planning al ready to hold me up a year from to day?" "Nonsense, you silly old dear. I tasked that merely to give. myself op portunity to divulge my plan, l appre ciate above earthly price the presents you give me on Christmas, even If most of them are useless or something I already have. I know the trouble they give you. You put off getting them until tho very 'last minute be cause you can't make up your mini what to buy, and then you-rush fran tically around the storo for an hour and in desperation finally order some thing that is of no earthly use. Now" "Now look here, broke in thn num. "I want you to understand that if you don't like" "There you go again. You' fly off tha handle worse than the hatchet you got at the 19-cent-counter last fall. Will you he still a minute and let me talk?" Right here he tried to say that If he never, said a. :wprd - .until she got through talking- ho would be as dumb as an oyster, but the Little Woman wouldn't let him. - "That's so old it's musty," she ex claimed. "Now my plan is this: This morning you gave mo a rocking chair, and the house is already so full of rocking chairs that we can hardly turn around without falling over one. Be sides, you gave me a silver hair brush. forgetting that mamma gave mo one on my birthday. And that silver comb is almost exactly like, the one you brought mo when you came back from St. Louis last spring. That silk waist Is lovely, but I'm afraid I'd scare the street cars off. the track if r wore it. Now" "You Con't have to keep '6m If you don't" "Don't be angry, dear," said the Lit tle Woman, soothingly. "But I don't like" "Of course not, dear; But I'm talk ing for our own good. Now I couldn't think of anything to get you except a pipe, and you wouldn't glyo up tho old ono for a train load of new ones. You just grunted when you saw the new one and 1. Id It on the shelf, and then proceeded to fill tho old one.. And I'vo read so- many jokes about the neckties and cigars that wives select for their husbands that I didn't dare try it my self." "Funny you never thought about socks and suspenders and " "I did think about them; but you like to pick out your own socks and suspenders, just like I love to pick out my own hats and waists. Now, listen, dear. Next Christmas, we'll do things differently." Then the Little Woman proceeded to evolve a plan that struck the man as being inspired. "Next Christmas'," she said, "I'll buy for your Christmas presents those things I want for myself, and I'll lay them by your plate at the breakfast table Christmas morning. Then you buy for me the things you want for yourself and Jay them by my plate at the breakfast table on Christmas morning. Then we'll spend the day admiring the presents and' thanking one another. About this time Christ mas " night, after the children have gone to bed, we'll take our places about as we are now " And right here the Little Woman plumped down in the man's 'lap and threw her arms around his neck, jig gling his pipe so that the ashes spilled all over his vest " and then we'll trade." "Trade what?" queried tho man as he brushed the ashes off and jabbel the tobacco back into place with his finger. "Trade presents, of course; You give me the things I bought for you for the things you bought for me. See?" The man, not being used to the sub tleness of a woman's mind, was dazed. "0, you stupid!" exclaimed the Lit tle Woman, planting a kiss on the side of his mouth opposite from the pipe stem. "We'll just trade presents. Yqu give me the silk waist I bought for you, and I'll give you the suspenders and socks and smoking tobacco an1 razor strops and shaving mugs and neckties you bought for me. Don't you see?" To the credit of the man be It said that the Idea finally percolated through his head. "Agreed, my dear!" he shouted. "That's what I call a great scheme. Now I'm to buy you the things I want, and you're to "buy me the things you want. Then we're to trade." "Exactly." Tho man solemnly arose, allowing the Little Woman to slip to the floor and stand upright. Then he tilted her chin upward, bent over slowly and printed a smack right on her lips. "Little Woman," he remarked, "you've got a long head so long I'll have to enlarge the house so you can turn around without going, out doors. ' And the Little Woman's smile of happiness was. worth going miles vo see. TO CUIUE A COIi IN ONE DAY Take Laxatiyo Bromo Quinine Tablets. All ' druirgists rofund tho monoy if it fails to cure, E. V. Groyo's signaturo is on each box, 25c. dored sugar and one tablespoonful of lemon juice. Spread evenly over the pie and stand in a slow oven until it becomes firm, witn a holden brown glaze; this will require 20 minutes, us a meringue requires slow drying. ' Texas Farmer. Children and Sweethearts. I often wonder if mothers of little . daughters appreciate what they aro doing when they jest with them about their "little sweethearts" and "beaux." There is so much of this kind of talk that the clear-eyed listener sickens in the hearing. While the boys and girls are young they should be comrades, playmates, friends; but the possibility of tender relation existing should never for a moment enter the heads of the innocent children. When Ma bel's mother speaks of twelve-year-old Jack as her "beau," and the little girl flushes with self-consciousness or with anger, the irreparable wrong has been done. The bloom has already begun to come off the peach. The longer boys and girls are kept in ignorance of the fact that they can be anything but dear friends, the happier they will be. They cannot help knowing that grown men and women love and are given in marriage, but the "grown up" period seems very far off , to them, and those who love them should keep them children as long as possible. They can be children hut once. Harper'3 Bazar. An Ideal Lemon Pie. The evolution of the ideal lemon pie with, the crisp, tender undercrust, the tart and creamy center and thick gol den crusted 'meringue that melts in your mouth, leaving a suggestion of ambrosia In its wake, is not the difll sult undertaking that some people Im agine, In the first place the shell crust should be mado before the fill ing is put in, pricking it in several places before baking to prevent the air blisters. One of thq best fillings I3 made of one cup of sugar, one table- spoonful of butter, the yolks of two eggs, one cupful of boiling water, the juice and grated rind of one lemon and one tablespoonful of cornstarch dissolved in cold water. Stir the corn starch into the hot water, cook until clear, then add the butter and sugar. When creamy push back on the range, and when nearly cool add the lemon and beaten eggs. Fill the crust and cover -with a thick meringue made of the whites of three eggs beaten very stiff with a wire whip. 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