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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 9, 1923)
London Becomes Americanized American Newsboy Sells American Papers—Yank Dishes Served at Savoy. London, Sept. 8.—The American izing of London has started early this year. An American newsboy sells American papers outside the Ameri can Express office In Haymarket, and he does not call It "I-market.” A muscular negro commissionaire with the stars and stripes on his blue uniform greets Intending travelers with a broad smile outside the Cock spur street headquarters of the United States lines. At the Savoy, chicken ft la king, waffles with maple syrup, and other American dishes are being served dally by an American chief. The "Mauretania millionaires” are In town—coal and steel magnates, big store kings and real estate queens, and some of them have bad their first whirlwind tour of London in a motor charabanc. They may not all be millionaires, but they belong to the high level strata of wealthy tourists who think nothing of taking a big price ticket for a luxury cruise of 12,000 miles in the Atlantic and Mediterranean in one of the fastest steamers afloat, now spoken of as the Hundred Mil lion Dollar liner. Some of the Ameri cans are spending more money on this trip than a British cabinet min ister earns in a year. Not ao Easy. "That Is Charles the First,” said an English voice as the charabanc rolled through Trafalgar »quare. “Would have looked more lifelike without hia head,” aaid Chicago, and Cleveland, Detroit* St. Louis and Maryland Joined In the joke. American mouths watered at the sight of th^ crown Jewel* at the Tower. "What a haul for crooks!" eald one of the party, but he was assured that If anyone started tinkering with the burglar proof cage where they re posed, electric bells would Instantly give the alarm, gates would close as if by magic and every one In the Tower would be held prisoner until the Jewels were recovered. “It hasn't been exactly a dry trip,” ventured the Journalist to his com panion—ft white-haired lady—In a delicate approach to the subject of prohibition. "Oh, yes, It has," she said, Ignoring the obvious. "We haven't seen a spot of rain for eight week—not since wo left Algiers.” Need Self-Starters. "My! this is a good looking street," she said, when we drove along White hall, and she wanted to know If the sailor In the quaint uniform of Nel son’* day standing outside the Royal United Service museum was real or just ft figurehead. Th* few minutes spent lnsids the Abbey made ft deep impression on the Americans, and one or two of them whose eyes lingered too long on the rich vaultings and the mud dled monuments had to be rounded up *o that the charabanc could con tinue Its tour over Westmlnater bridge and back across Vauxhal! bridge, and on to the Dogs' cemetery In Hyde park and the Albert me morial. "Wsll. what do you think of Lon don?" one asked of his woman friend. A row of gold-tipped teeth shone ihrough her smile. “Fine buildings," *he said, "beau tiful parks, ancient monuments— they have all of those. I am fresh from Egypt, Italy, Corsica, Morocco, and Bpain, and in all those countries I went sight seeing in motors. But I haven't struck a self starter since I left New York. What they want over here are self-starting chara bancs!” New Yorkers Envy Western ‘Beaux' Who ‘Get by' Cheaply that " ’tls the 'Woman who always New York, Sept. %.—If it is true pays." then why are their boy friends always broke? , The question Isn’t put by the Broad wayltes. It’s the honest plaint of the everyday fellow—the boy with a girl. "A fellow's got to have $25 to stage a date." An even dozen boys about town gave this as the minimum over head for an evening with Irene, Mary or Sally. "The boys out on Main street may envy New Yorkers—don’t," urge the big town boys. "Fifty's the smallest with a Broadway Rose,” the other type of "boy friends" declare. "Out there one finds a front porch, , with a swing—or a parlor one can * have to one's slef. Or there arc parka. "Here—well, Just find a front porch in Manhattan, or a parlor In the Bronx. Parks—sure, lots of them— but being used by 6,000,000 people." "So there's nothing to do but go out,” say the New Yorkers. And here is a composite program of the dozen Interviewed—a minimum at that. "Taxi downtown—no girl on a date ever rides In the stibway—$2.50; din ner before a show, $4; the theater. $7.50; supper after the show, $6; taxi home, $2.50. "There'e a grand total of $22.50. "Try to make the. average week's pay check look happy after that. "And you ran't get out. of It for less—generally It coats you more,” the youths complain. "Most girls want wine at least with the after theater supper. That's $5, anyway. And 60 cents a box for cigsrets." Now out on Main street— The street car or the boy's flivver eliminates the $5 taxi bill. Even the "Follies," on its annual tour to the sticks, draws but $2 a bend. Who, out where the west begins—and ends —ever heard of dinner before the theater—she eats that at home. After the show $6 spent make the waiters think an oil millionaire Is In town. Total, $9 and a large evening. So, go west, young man; go west. Cat Is Blamed by Seamen for Beaching of Their Ship Norwalk, Kept. 6.—True mariners are the crew of the steam propeller Joanna, which dally makes a round trip between Norwalk and East River polnte with freight. Four hours fcfter black cat was found on the vessel Joanna ran ashore In a dens* fog on a sound Island, and four tugs were needed ^o float. It. "The cat did It," declared the crew as one man, December and June Here’s first photo of Gen. P. C. Marrh, 58. chief of the Cnited States army staff, and Cora V. McEntee, 25, his bride, taken In London after wed ding ceremony. _ Cooks Lead All Crafts in Number of Convicts in Pen Sacramento, Sept. 2.—The rotund cook, who has dedicated his life to preparing dishes that will satisfy the epicurean whims of man, stands a greater chance of spending a term behind prison bars than any of his associates in other trades or profes sions, if prison statistics filed with I Governor Richardson recently by Warden J. A. Johnston, of San Quen tin prison, are to be taken as a criterion. Of 1,501 persons committed to San Quentin prison during the last year 107 were cooks. They led' the list by a wide margin, machinists coming second with a total of 68. By ELEANOR HINMAN. The Cottonwood and the Violet were born on a midsummer’s day at the verge of the clay bluff. The first thing the Cottonwood saw was the Violet: and the first thing the Violet saw was the Cottonwood. It was a long time before they noticed thej grass blades, and a long, long time before they saw the waving prairie, the yellow clay bluff and the coulee beyond. It was first of all the Cottonwood that loved the Violet. "Ah, my friend, what delicate hear*, shaped leaves, and how sweetly they curl out of the ground. And how speedy and certain Is your growth. Surely you are destined for great things." "There Is beauty burning at my heart,” replied the Violet. "What do I know of greatness? But I hope to reveal the beauty before I die.” Side by side, the two friends watched the pageant of summer march across the waving grass. Side by side, they shivered to the approach of winter, and knew first pain, then terror, and then sleep. In April they awoke and looked at one another, and the Violet buret Into bloom. “Oh, If you could only see how beautiful you are!" cried the Cotton wood. “Surely the very sunbeams are In love with you. Have I not always told you that you were no common plant? But I—how can you care for me? For I am but a dull weed!” Then came summer and the sun grew hot and the earth crumbled. The Cottonwood stood up over Its be loved companion and sent Its roots deeper Into the earth t,o bring up the moisture. "Look,” said the Violet. "It Is >you who will be the great one of us two! See how tall you are already, and how broad your leaves. While I shall never do anything but bear a few pal try blossoms, soon withered." So the Cottonwood grew tall and the Violet bloomed every spring, and each saw perfection In the other. But the poor Cottonwood despised Itself as a thing, of no beauty and devoted the whole of Its great strength to the service of its lovely friend. It sent down long tap roots to tap the springs of water many yards be low the top, of the clay bluff. It sent out fine rootlets to crumble and enrich the soil so that the Violet might not be calcined In hard clods. It made a circle of shade. In which the Violet flourished, blossomed, scat tered white peArls of seeds and repro duced Its kind until the top of the clay bluff was carpeted with a lawn of violets. And other delicate flow ers sprang up In that charmed circle, while the birds of the air took up their abode In the magic hemisphere of green branches overhead, till the top of the clay bluff was flashing with beauty and song. All this, thought the Cottonwood, was because of the beauty of the Vio let, which all the world must admire. And It made a soft sighing of Its branches to think how unworthy it was to be the friend of such beauty. Then finally came a summer such as the prairie had never known in the lifetime of the Cottonwood and the Violet. The sunlight became tho breath of a fiery furnace and the yellow clay bluff the walls of a hot oven. The rain clouds dissolved Into heat quivers and vanished away and the sky became brazen with the haze of dust which obscured Its blue. Day came after day after Any, but no rain come or any coolness. And a hot wind sprang up out of the south, be fore which the grass blanched and the earth cracked. • "Help me, my friend,” cried the Violet with drooping leaves. "I thirst; give me water or I die!” The Cottonwood sent desperate roots deeper and deeper after the withdrawing springs. Faster than roots could follow, the water sank Into the depths of the earth. And whenever a thirsty rootlet dipped into the retreating springs the parched earth sucked at the treasure before It could reach the Violet. "Oh, Earth, our mother!" cried the Cottonwood. "Remember your chil dren!" I with my foolish strength can endure much, but the fins things, the lovely and beautiful, perish and crumble Into the dust!" But the Earth answered not, except with a faint, distant. Impotent mur mur. "I bum!" gasped the Violet. "My veins are filled with firs, my pores are choked with dust or baked Into the clay. Is there no cooling dew jn all. this world?” The Cottonwood prayed with -all Its branches to the sky. “Oh Sky, our father! Send but a little shower, a little cooling shower. Send but a single cloud of all your millions to give us shadow and a lit tle dew. Or take me and turn my leaves Into water, my branches Into a cloud. Else Is all the beauty per ished out of the world." And the sky laughed back without a single cloud; for this was In the youth of the world, before the gods had learned mercy. And the Violet died and the Cottonwood, being strong, lived on with gaunt, uplifted branches and sored leaves always quivering at the empty sky. And this Is why the leaves of the Cottonwood always tremble In the slightest wind. And It Is the reason for more than that. For so great was ths longing of ths Cottonwood that ever afterwards its leaves when they quiver make the sound of fall ing rain. And in the drouth of sum mer, when there Is no cloud in tha sky, thin gossamerllka clouds float down from the branches of the Cot tonwood, to drift across the hot field* and nestis shelterlngly about tha roots of the grasses. Thin, dry goasy* mere that only look like clouds. Ths children call these gossamers "summer snow.” Speech Against Titles Lands Man in Jail Moose Jaw, Bask., Sept. S.—Charg ed with making a seditious speech at a meeting of grain growers last Jan uary, Fred McIntyre, a farmer of th* Royal George School district south of Caron, Bask., was recently committed for trial here. He was released on ball. McIntyre Is alleged to have mad* th* seditious remarks during a dis cussion on titles, and Is charged with having said: "I count myself as good a man an King George. I would not be scared to challenge him to a foot race, to wrestle, or to light, although he Is fed up In a box stall on choice food. If I had my way, I would take a club and stand at ths border and knock th* brains out of everyone that came Into the country with a title. I would mak* no mistake about it, as I know whera to bit them.” uhe breakfast cup that is a blend brought from where tHe choicest coffees are grown mH dfte Coffee Delicious % From the plantation’s best to you. There is the charm to a cup of Butter Nut that mill set you a day-dreaming of the romances of southern seas. pAXTON AND GALLAGHER [0. i ii r _ .. . —— * . . IJou trill say you hare neuer tasted REAL coffee before— Ml ‘^TORAdAiLAGMtB MAMA N t • ^c°Frrr r.r,.r,A,,c iS aNHI^ ex’e>r sold m bulk