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REVIVING THE PONY EXPRESS.
Plans are being made for a celebration in Sep
tember that will give present day residents of the
great west a notion of something the pioneers were
familiar with. In these days of air mail, extra fare
trains of luxurious equipment, and even fast freight
trains that whisk along at 45 to 60 miles an hour,
there is little memory of the Pony Express, that
marked an epoch in its day.
Thousands are viewing the film play made from
Emerson Hough s tale of the pioneer crossing of the
plains and mountains from the river to Oregon.
Other thousands have read Parkman’s delightful
story of a trip he made along the same route, and
still others have been drawn to the vision by the
exploits of Ezra Meeker and his ox team. In the
fifties, following the rush of ’49, months were re
quired to cross the continent. Whether the route
was around the Horn, by way of the isthmus, or
overland, much time was required because of the
great difficulties that impeded progress. Deep rivers,
broad deserts, wild elements and wilder Indians, the
perils of the deep sea and the unknown terror of
the jungle all had to be confronted and overcome.
Therefore, when Ruspell, Wardell & Majors, in
1860, announced that an eight-day service from the
Missouri river to the Golden Gate would be put into
operation, it challenged the public as nothing had
since the Morse telegraph and the railroad aston
ished the world. In April, 1860, the Hannibal &
St. Joseph railroad reached its western end on the
banks, of the Missouri river, and on the third day
of that month a pony bore a rider westward on the
first trip of the Pony express. A similar rider left
Sacramento at the same time, headed east. Thus
was begun a service that deserves to be commemor
ated by something more substantial than a mere
repetition, of the ride.
Names of famous riders are still recalled, but
will become dimmer and dimmer each year unless
something is done to perpetuate them. Until Look
out mountain dissolves, Buffalo Bill Cody’s fame is
secure, but who knows anything of "Pony Bob’’
Haslam, who made the record ride of 380 miles
without rest to carry the mail through a stretglf
where the Indians had killed the riders who should
have relieved him, and whose run on that occasion
was beset with terrible danger? Or Johnny Fray,
who made the first ride out of St. Joe, while Harry
Hoff was coming on from Sacramento?
Those Pony express riders were heroes every
one; they endured hardship, braved danger, and sac
rificed life in the service of humanity, as truly as
ever men did, and when the ride is repeated in
September of the present year; it should be but the
first etcp to setting up suitable memorials at the
principal points along the route, to commemorate
twler the boys who did so much and were so
scaplily rewarded.
TO THE WATER.
Warmer days are on their way; knee deep in June
means among other things that the pld swimming
hole will be one of the busiest places in the com
munity, whether it be large or small. Swimming
.is not only an enjoyable, but a healthy sport as well.
Nothing is more grateful than to feel the cool water
clinging close around the body that slips easily and
gracefully through the waves. Moderately indulged,
it is beneficial in every fashion.
Boys do not take moderation into their calcula
tions in this matter. The average youngster is
amphibious during the hot months, that is if the
facilities for swimming be within each reach. But
the sport i3 not for boys alone. Little sister and
big, the girls love the water, too, and modern man
ners concede them a full share. Father and mother
ought to indulge as well as the children, for they
need the joy as well as the comfort of the swim
ming hole.
The Omaha Bee has just published some good
advic* from an expert swimming instructor, the
prinicpal one being that the plunge be not taken
too aeon after eating. Two hours at least should
elapse between eating and swimming. Other points
are with regard to conduct when in the water, and
consist chiefly in insisting upon caution, whether
one is a good swimmer or not. Safety first should
be observed always.
Taken regularly and moderately, the swimming
exercise is about the best form of summer sport.
Some day Omaha will have more swimming pools,
but for the present it is possible to get into the
water under conditions that are almost ideal, and
the crowds at the various beacheR and pools on
summer evenings and mornings testify the popular
ity of the sport.
NEBRASKA IN THE ARTS.
Of a piece with the growing appreciation of Ne
braska artists and authors is the proposal to hang
an oil portrait of Willa Gather in the Omaha public
library beside that of the poet, Neihardt. The
series of "Hall of Fame” articles published in The
Omaha Bee has called public attention to the pres
ence of an unsuspected nmount of creative ability
in Nebraska. Almost unnoted there has sprung up
a mighty force of writers, artists and musicians in
this state.
To them Miss Gather is an inspiration hy reason
of the success with which she has interpreted the
life of this prairie region, faithfully hut not flat
teringly, sympathetically but not in blind approval.
IIS the young writers of Nebraska allow themselves
to be influenced by her example, and by the similar
one of Neihardt, there will grow up here on the
Great Plains a literary school as distinct as that of
Indiana, and with more of the color of reality, sim
ply dramatizing the life about us.
Out. of all this discussion of the achievements
of Nebraska men and women in a literary way has
grown the suggestion for a "Nebraska authors’
week,” in which schools, libraries and clubs would
devote intensive attention to the work of the native
writers. This is a good idea, to be held in mind
until the schools assemble again in the fall.
Scattered as they are, in all parts of the state,
It would be well also if some movement arose to
bring these workers in the fields of the arts to
gether, perhaps for an annual meeting or into some
aort of guild. The Omaha Bes Is willing to do what
it can to this end, and awaits suggestions from the
public, or from the artists themselves.
WHIRRING WHEELS.
No longer does the merry clink of the whetstone
against the scythe blade arouse the sleepy country
side, nor does the cradle lay its swath neatly for the
muscular binder. Instead the rattle and bang, the
whir and clang of the self-binder smites the soft air
of June, and until far along in August the army of
the harvest field will march from Texas north into
Canada. Already its phalanxes are gathering, and
the charge is sounded. Bearded grain stands ready
for the reaper, and brawny men of the type Hamlin
Garland loved to tell about are carrying on the har
vest.
Modern methods have taken most of the toil
and about all of the romance out of the harvest.
Still there is plenty of the one and some of the
other. It is no longer a matter of pride to be able
to "keep up station,” for the machine does the bind
ing, and the skill of twisting a handful of grain
into a band to be wrapped around a bundle and
tossed high in the air as the energetic youth or vig
orous man followed the old-fashioned reaper is a
lost art, even as the tempering of bronze is one
of the ancient mysteries that balks the metallurgist
of today.
"Them were the days,” when stalwart men, clad
in gingham and jeans started at sunup and toiled
till sundown, and sometimes later, if the moon
served, to bring home the sheaves. No warrior
ever went forth to more strenuous battle. It wasn’t
very far around a ten-acre lot, for example, but
when that way was strewn every twenty or thirty feet
with a bunch of loose wheat, that had to be picked
up and tied into a neat and substantial sheaf; when
the hottest of summer suns poured its fervent rays
down on dust continually stirred; when wheat beards
started to crawl down the inside of shirts open at
the front—and how one of the darned things can
crawl—that short journey seemed endless. When
walked many times, and it had to be, it constituted
a good day's work, even for the best of men.
It was softened by the jug of cold water, that
lay hidden in the first shock set up at the end of
the field, or maybe it was buttermilk (anything
more potent was reserved until the day had ended),
but it was grateful after the hot and dcrsty round.
The man who could keep up a station in that field
was a man.
All this has vanished, but the wheat fields are
bigger and the call on the man is made in other
ways. It is no job for weaklings, this work of pro
viding the wheat to feed the world.
FAMOUS BY FICTION ONLY.
An interesting note of real history and several
volumes of low grade fiction attach to the name of
Pocahontas, Indian princess, for whose bones dili
gent search is being made at Gravesend, England.
In 1612 she entered the field of international po
litics, being kidnaped that year by English settlers
at Jamestown and held as hostage for the settle
ment of certain disputes with her people, princi
pally over corn alleged to have been stolen by the
Indians. In 1613 she was converted to Christianity,
and in 1617 she was taken to England, where she
was exhibited as the “daughter of an American
king,” and received with honors at the court. Later
she was married to John Rolfe, "gentleman,” to
whom she bore several children, and finally died
and was buried at Gravesend, as the old church reg
ister there discloses.
Shortly after his return to England Captain
John Smith added to his wonderful series of adven
tures a chapter in which he related the well known
tale of how Pocahontas once saved his life, by in
terposing her own head to receive the blow of the
executioner's bludgeon, and pleading with the mighty
Powhattan to spare the white man's life. John
Smith would have made a first rate writer for the
yellow press of today, for he chronicled so many in
teresting and even thrilling adventures that never
took place. Among them was the Pocahonta* in
cident. Modern research has made clear that the
energetic captain, who did visit many strange coun
tries, as was among the earliest at Jamestown, never
was in danger of his life from the Indians there.
Thus does cold historic truth put a damper on a
very pretty story, which will doubtless continue to
live with many other interesting bits of fiction and
legend woven about those dear old days.
Marquis Curzon, foreign secretary in the British
imperial cabinet, says the search is ghoulish; Ed
ward Page Gaston, American archaeologist, says if
the bones are found and properly enshrined, they
will form another link between the two countries.
We do not follow his line of argument. If Poca
hontas is to form any deeper attachment between
England and America, it will be as certain if she is
allowed to sleep where she was laid with the full
rites of the church, after she had succumbed to
what nowadays is termed tuberculosis.
However, when it is recalled that a few years
ago a considerable part of Paris was turned up to
find the bones of John Paul Jones, and more re
cently the slumber of Tut-Ank-Amen has been
rudely disturbed, folks will wonder why it is ghoulish
to search for Pocahontas. Mesriflft around the old
graveyard where she was buried three centuries ago,
disturbing a lot of unidentified dead, may warrant
the remark of the foreign secretary.1 To the mod
ern mind another thought will come. It is couched
in the suppositious Vpeech of Chief Logan, to the
officer representing Sir William Johnstoh at Fort
Pltf, and is familiar tp all students of the old-time
school readers: “Who is there to mourn for I.ogfcn
now? Not one.”
The Powhattan-Pocahontas-Rolfe family is no
longer important; why not let the mouldering bones
of this Indian girl, whose fate was none too happy,
rest until that day when sea and earth give up their
dead?
Scrapping the old geographies ought to make Ice
sons easier for the children. Arithmetic ia some
thing that never varies, for two and two always
make four, hut the face of the earth, strange to say,
is in a constant state of flux.
Presumably the gentleman who says what is to
he considered is not what the people want, but what
they should have, would like the job of deciding It
all according to his personal tastes.
Carl Gray will finance a float for the Ak Sar-Ben
pageant, depicting Abraham Lincoln, standing on a
bluff across the river, peering westward. Probably
looking for the Omaha union depot.
A letter fiom the president to the profpssor of
agriculture at the Minnesota university endorses
rigid economy. Most are practicng it.
Accidents, such as that In Council Bluffs, “may
happen,” and they also mny be avoided by using
safety appliances.
A new geyser, spouting clear water, has broken
loose In Yellowstone park, probably to offset Shelby.
We Nominate—
For Nebraska's Hall of
Fame.
MRS. MARTIN HARRIS was
born and raised in Syracuse, N.
Y., but now claims Nebraska
as her home. As Miss Aliena Kanka
she was co-author of an American
comedy, “Just Roys,'' produced in
New York and Chicago in the fall of
1915: was married to Martin Harris
of Omaha the same year, and has
since lived in Omaha. Khe has writ
ten five one-act plays during this
period, two of which wore Press club
prize plays and were produced In
O media. "The 'Upper Crust” was
played at the BlackHtone. and a year
lr.tcr "Jennie Comes Marching Home,"
a war play inspired by the plains of
Nebraska, was produced at the Bran
«lcis theater hy the Mintern fitock
company for Red Cross benefit. Two
other plays are now In the hands of
eastern producers for vaudeville use.
Books oj Today
PRF.APVKNTl'RK,'' by Robert KeabU.
G I\ Putnam's Sons. New York.
Robert Keable, author of “Simon
Called Peter.” treads on some danger
ous theological ground In "Peradven ,
ture” or "The Silence of God,” his
latest book. Scenes are laid In Don
don and at Cambridge and the plot
chiefly concerns the struggles of Paul
Kestern. son of an Episcopalian
clergyman and himself destined for
the ministry, in the throe* of first
contact with logical principles of other
creeds. He enters college, unusually
ardent In the Christian faith in which
he has been Instructed and intensely
enthusiastic far the llfe.of sacrifice to
the church which his father has
taught him Is the subline pinnacle of
all human endeavor. To his amaze
ment he finds that many splendid men
who are accomplishing much good In
the world have other beliefs—even
that of Roman Catholicism which he
has been reared In particular to
abhor.
From then on, the hook Is s chroni
cle of Paul’s wanderings in the laby
rinth of denominational beliefs In
search of some creed strong enough
to remove him from the temptation
of the others. Right here Is where
some wavering creatures might find
a lot of dangerous ground, so Justly
does the author deal with the con
fltrting doctrines of Christianity. One
cannot fall to sympathize with raul
In his agony, however he may deplore
his Inability to discover the meaning
of life until almost too late to save
himself from spiritual shipwreck.
“Tom Akcrloy,” written by Capt.
Theodore Goodrich Robert*, has Just
been published by The Page Co., Hog
ton, Mass. It Is a story woven about
an unusual eirrumstance, which leads
an army officer to desert hi* post of
duty following combat with one su
perior In rank.
The book Is Interesting as a narra
tive, and touches simply but com
prehensively upon realism, nnd scema
truly suggestive of the vast Canadian
semi wilderness with which It deals.
“Family," by Wayland Wells Wil
liams, Is a New England novel and,
greater vet. essentially an American
novel. "Family” portrays unflinching
ly certain New England ways of liv
ing and thinking.
In the New England town of Wort
ley there Is but one family. Others
have money, some have position, but
only the Deeres have fifmlly. This
Is the first article of faith Instilled
Into Nathan Deere by his proud moth
or; the second is that he must, as a
mat tor of “flu ise, become a lawyer
Puhllrhed by Stokes.
To mu«t men and women In this in
dustrCU society the problem of wages
in the most important oil*. Around
*t hingcg all th** *>tber economic prob
lema whlh face them It in th* cen
ter df lijiorHM and the Ixme of con
ten Hon In almost every Industry.
"Thn Control of Wages." by Wnl
ton Hamilton and Stacy Macy. 1" a
brilliant and brief discussion of the
question. These eoiyiomlst* break up
the problem into its constituent parts
and attempt to potpt the way to a
better and more scientific policy.
They repudiate the old ponltlou that
wage* can got b« cdb trolled and Indl
cgtrt that they are at present "regula
t#»l both bv person* and clrgum
stances. The problem I* not simple
It takes one Into various phases of
our present industrial scene The
authors do not pretend to g?ve a aolu
tlon. but they lead us onward out of
the fog of antiquated theories. "The
Control of Wages" can be recommend
ed to both employers and employes
who are fnclng difficulties because of
disagreements concerning wages.
NET AVERAGE
CIRCULATION
for MAY, 1923, of
THE OMAHA BEE
Daily.73,181
Sunday. 80,206
Dot* not Include rtf urn*, left
over*, •ample* or paper* spoiled In
printing *nd Include* no aperial
•ala*.
R. BRFWF.R. Gen. Mgr.
V. A. BRIDGE, Cir. Mgr.
i Suberrlhed and aworn to belota ma
thla 2d day of June, IMS,
W II QUIVKY.
(Saal) Notary Public |
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The Sand Hills->
This is the sand hill country.
Where the prairie chickens whirr.
Where the coyote wails from the hills
and swales—
The land of the cactus burr.
With blowouts—pits where the lizard
flits
And rattlesnakes strike and stirr.
This Is the sand hill country. /
It was formed from afi ocean floor
At the Ilodkies' birth when the crust
of earth
Was crumpled, and the core
Of liquid fire pushed high and higher
Till it reached to Heaven's door;
When Fire and Karth and ocean
lake Titans were engaged
With waves so high that the very sky
Was stricken and enraged;
And the sun was hid by a smoky lid
Where the flame its battle waged.
The cry of the broken world's thunder
der
fame nut of thp cataclysm.
And the ash and flame and steam be
came
fake an infinite rainbow’s prism.
And the world s hot heart was torn
apart
Underneath the vast abysm.
Till the sea was beaten and humbled
And (led with a baffled roar
In a tidal wave—nevermore to lav#
The land it had swept before;
Back from the mountains It hurled
Its fountains
And back from this sandy shore!
N’ow the hills are rovered with cattle
And ’ green the grasses grow,
And horse* graze In the summer days
On the hills and the vales below;
Toy livers run 'neath the summer
sun
By a town through the meadow's
glow.
Rut pven some fifty years ago
Twas a very different land*
For even then, say the pioneer men,
The hills were hut shifting sand.
In sand storms’ loom as in Ocean's
womb
But a lowering, silver strand.
When the clouds of the earthquake
vanished,
Then the sun rained down his firs
And the sand grew dry 'neath a burn
ing sky i
And wailed to a wind swept lyre,
Till the sand-storm came and veiled
the flame
Of the sun god's pitiless ire.
High Into hills like stiver,
flown into blowouts deep,
Winds many-fingered never lingered
Rut with a mighty eweep
Fashioned the hills where the silvery
rills
Of sand no form would keep;
For the hills were shifting, turning
In a ceaseless ebb and flow.
And the lowly and meek attained the
peak
And the mighty were laid low . . .
Out of Today's Sermons
At South Side Christian church
I,. A. Brumbaugh, pastor, will
preach this morning on “Our 1 se
of the Lord’s Hay,” as follows:
With the coming of the summer
months, an old problem becomes
acute. How shall we spend the
Lord's day? A realization of Its pur
pose should guide us In our use of it
As Christians we should wish to
know the attitude of Jesus !n this
matter. He regarded the Sabbath as
subservient to the needs of men. It
was a day for doing good; a time
when men should he made whole in
every way. Hence. In our conduct
upon the Lord's day we must be
mindful of the higher human Inter
ests.
Rest from our regular duties gives
an opportunity to promote our own
and the welfare of our fellowinen
Part of the day may In some Instances
be spent in recreation. Some will take
a portion of the day to enjoy the
beautiful In nature The day will af
ford time for the cultivation of friend-,
ships and the strengthening of the
family ties. It will give leisure for
enriching the mind through reading
good literature or listening to edifying
spoken messages. For all men there
should be the experience of real wor
ship in which man communes with
his Maker and finds Inspiration to
love and serve his fellowm«l). Fol
lowing this procedure, we shall he
rested, encouraged and strengthened
for our duties In the new week. Fall
ing to do so, we shall forfeit our
greatest opportunity for physical,
moral and spiriuat renewal.
Rev. Arthur \tarl<, pastor of
Jlanscoin Park Methodist church,
will preach on the problems of
the child today, in part as follows:
In many of our churches this day is
Children's day, a day set apart pre
eminently for the children, and also
that, looking at childhood, we may
See its wondrous beauty and its amaz
ing potentiality. Blessed are we as a
nation If we have sense enough to
put "the child in the midst" as did
the Man of Nazareth in teaching His
disciples. Blessed is that nation that
knows the potential strength of its
childhood, and thrice blessed that
people which gnaketh Us supreme task
the guiding and guarding, the shaping
and saving of childhood—for what we
do with our children today our chil
dren wilt do tomorrow to America and
our civilization.
What is the standard of value in
the Kingdom of Ood? Wealth? No!
And no more ought it to be In mir
earthly kingdom Not ail the wealth
of all the land can compute to the
fabulous wealth of childhood,
your real wealth is not In your h.mfc
is not In your great matketl^ ts not in
your great professional men: Mnuu
your vital values are in childhood,
and the great question is. "What are
you doing with it? These children of
today are the men and women of to
morrow.
How much we need to learn this
lesson!
The disciples of the CJallllean, as we,
were slow to learn that lesson. So Ho
took a child and set him In their
midst, and then His text of human
life preached that dynamic truth that
"of such was the kingdom, and that
the real standard of value was not
gold or silver, or wisdom, or fame,
but that childhood with its wondrous
beauty and Its potential strength, was
the standard by which men In all
time should reckon the values of life "
How best can we meet that chal
lenging note of the far reaching truth’
Our modern civilization Is so com
| plex. Probably the five great force*
of our modern civilization are the
home, the church, the school, the gov
ernment and the press, and the great
est of these is the home. But how
lamentably many of our modern
American homes fail to measure up
to this. Its supreme task. It seems
sometimes as though we will have to
alter that old fashioned motto we Haw
in the homes of our fathers which
read "God Bless Our Home," and
make it "God Bless Our Flat.” We
are very fond of poking fun at the
Puritanic notions of those who gave
us the fine heritage of today, but a
big dose of those fine graces and
sturdy *oul qualities which make a
house a home, and which, whatever
weaknesses there might have been,
characterized those old-time homes.
The home ought still to be the center
of the training of childhood. We are
in danger of forgetting In this pleas
ure mad and business crazy age what
the real standard of value is. The
church has it* place, the school has
its place, the government has its
place, and so does the press, but
America's childhood can never be
what it ought to he unless our homes
take their rightful place In the train
ing and teaching of children. You
and I may not agree about dogmas
and creeds, and denominations, and
so forth, but I think we are agreed
In this—that old Robbie Bums spake
a truth that holds today when, in
picturing the old Scotch home:
"The cheerfu’ supper done, wi' se
rious face,
They round the Ingle, form a circle
wide:
The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal
grace
The big ha' Bible, ance his father's
pride;
Hts bonnet rev'rently is laid aside.
His hart temples wearing thin and
hare: ,
Those strains that once did sweet
In Zion glide.
He finds a portion with judicious
care;
And 'Let us worship God.' he says
with solemn air.” —
Then It is that Bums says:
"From scenes like these old Scotia's
grandeur springs.
Thst makes her loved at home, re
vered abroad:
The chttage leaves the palare fsr 1
he fund."
Surely he Is right and well for u* If
'ye get the niogaage in this day when j
the spiritual illiteracy of childhood Is.
One of the gre i test peril* of organ
.zed »oc'e:y. Old jjeotia of Burn*’ day
dl<l hot have the flickering film, the i
ahtquitoua automobile, and the omni- 1
prevent press but these we have in
cm dav. end-'- these, all of them,
make their impart In our home life
and In the shaping of the destiny of
childhood. For weal or woe many
forces mingle with the efforts of par
ents In the training of childhood, but]
through church and school, govern I
ment and press may fall to give those
fine qualities of snui that make for the I
'.'metrical life, the home must not
fail Blessed are we parents If we '
moke our own that new version of an
old text from the Book. Train up a
child In the way he should go, and
go that way yourself "
Gaseous Campaign.
Like helium, which Is crowding out
hydrogen In the halloon trade, a pro
league of nations campaign at this
time is a gas lighter than air and.
at the same time, perfectly harmless.
—Toledo Blade.
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Daily Prayer
Thou shalt lov# th* T^ord thy God with
h I thy h*sart. — D*ut 6:5.
Gracious Father in Heaven, admit
um as a family into the secret of Thy
presence, that we may worship Thee
in spirit and in truth.
Accept our grateful praise for all
ti at Thou art. and for all that Thou
hast done for us and our fellowmen.
E ipecially do we thank Thee for our
redemption and salvation through Thy
S m, Jesus Christ.
Father, reveal to us our sins and
faults, that we may repent and for
sike them, and that^Thou mayest for
give us and cleanse us from all un
righteousness. And let Thy Holy
b.ulrit dwell within us today, restrain
irg us from all wrongdoing, and di
recting us into paths of truth and
peace.
Guard us in those points of our
characters that are most weak. Keep
us from vanity and pride, from evil
tiioughts, and from unkind speech.
Help us to love Thee with all our
h arts, and to cordially lev# one an
o'her. Aid us as we try to serve
Thee by ministering to our feMowmen.
And grant us at last a home with
Thee in Heaven, through our Savior,
Christ. Amen.
JESSE THOMPSON WHITLET. T>. I).
Norfolk. Va.
Thus age* passed before at last
Ths hills were the hills we know.
But the south wind brought the dust
clouds
To mix with the desert sand
And carried the seeds of the desert
weeds.
Cactus and sage, In his hands;
And the rain and snow were like life
blood's flow—
These made the sand hill land.
Then man came Into the sand hills
And the deer before him fled:
The sod house shakes when the bliz
zard breaks
Or the wind shrieks overhead:
Vet the wild red rose mid the bunch,
grass grows
And the cattle are sleekly fed.
I think that the great Creator
Spoke in the earthquake's tone:
In the lava flame and the wind He
came
To the desert still and lone:
In the flower seed and the grass and
weed
We see His work alone.
He has lifted the bed of Ocean
Which man had never seen:
From dead white sand He formed a
land
That glitters with new made sheen.
Is His labor done? It Is just begun.
In these hills of the half starved
green!
—William Earl Hill in "Star Songs
and Atom Dances.”
LISTENING IN
On the Nebraska Press
The New York American puts It up
quite pertinently when it says that
when we helped France in the war
she said she owed us a debt which she
never could pay. and it begins to
look as If she meant it.—Hastings
Tribune.
The Saturday night paycheck which
used to be divided between the butch
er. the baker and the grocery man
now goes to the garage man and the
filling station proprietor.—Clay Cen
ter Sun.
Mr. Bryan declares that wealth ie
a disease. Still—don't worry! Either
99 out of 100 men in the I'nited States
are absolutely immune by nature or
the disease isn't at all contagious!—
Grand Island Independent.
Nebraska state university students
put on a "shirt tail” parade'one eve
ning recently and took over the town
'or the time that the demonstration
lasted. Part of the show was fun
tnd considerable of it would not pas#
in an old time mining camp. Ths
lalter part can he dispensed with.
Men and boys can have their fun
and still be gentlemen —Kearney Hub.
With fear and anxiety people all
o\er the world read about the cap
ture of foreigners In China and ths
holding in captivity. Clamor about
the undisturbed attitude of our gov
ernment are heard throughout ths
country. The same people who are
ready to send an army into China ars
also ready to pay a high price to a
lobbyist to keep congress from pass
ing a federal anti-lynching bill. Over
f.500 negroes have been mobbed in
this country in the 20th century, el
most 50 have been burned alive since
the armistice. In Florida state sen
ators ar» defending in sweet southern
voices the whipping of convicts, a
condition which Argentina and Japan
repudiated. We speak about the
rights and duties of civilized nations,
how about cleaning up first?—Grand
Island Independent.
Optimists blow the hnm of plenty,
while pessimists come out at the lit
tle end of the horn.—Plattsmouth v
Journal.
One of the favorable signs of the
times is the fact that a great many
roung men who formerly sought
"positions'' are now taking "Jobs" be
cause they pay better and the pros
pects for future advancement ars
better.—Keith County News.
The birds that sing "cheap, cheap.™
certainly must have learned the song
a long while ago—Fairbury Newa.
No young buck of today could bo
half as devil iah as his dad used to
think himself when he cocked his
derby over his ear. stuck a cheroot
in the corner of his mouth and posed
for the fellow who operated the pho- f
tograph gallery.—Clay Center Sun.
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