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About The Wageworker. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1904-???? | View Entire Issue (Nov. 13, 1905)
THE -WAGEWORKER Clothing When THAT LOOKS SWELL. WILL M. MAUPIN, EDITOR AND PUBLISHER THAT LOOKS WELL Being Worn Published Weekly at 137 No. 14th St., Lincoln, Nebr. One Dollar a Year. Advertising Rates on Application. Entered as second-class matter April 21, 1904, at the postoffice at Lin coln. Neb., under the Act of Congress of March 3rd, 1879. THE RETURN OF JULES LUMBARD'S CHICKENS. Mr. Jules Lumbard, of Omaha, realizes now, if he never did before, the truth of the old adage that "curses like chickens conic home to roost." In many respects Mr. Lumbard is a fine old gentle man. As a singer he has few equals ir. this country, lie is a gen erous, whole-souled gentleman in many ways. His chief claim upon tame is that during the civil war he sang patriotic songs at musters ind rallies in order to induce other men to enlist. lie sang well at the rear to send other men to the front. In this way he doubt less lent great aid to the government. But a couple of years ago Mr. Lumbard "butted in" against the labor unions of Omaha. He laid fierce things against the unions, called union men many bad names, and gave it out as his opinion that anarchy and riot were the chief weapons of unionism. Indeed, Mr. Lumbard was of the opinion that all the dangers to the republic lurked in the labor unions, while all the patriotism was contained in the business men's associations. As a matter of fact, Mr. Lumbard was extremely vociferous and active in his opposition to the labor unions. A few weeks ago Mr. Iximbard was nominated for police judge of Omaha. Immediately the press the daily and social press de clared that he would have a walk-away. Surely such a popular gen tleman, such a fine old gentleman, would be elected by an over whelming vote. iVhy, every musical artist, every society swell, every club leader, would see to it that Mr. Lumbard was elected by an overwhelming vote. Hut he wasn't. Mr. Lumbard once made a speech in which he said very mean things about labor unions and union men. The speech was, unfortunately for Mr. Lumbard, printed in the news papers. A lot of "union anarchists" dug up that speech, reprinted it and circulated it among the union men of the city. The union men didn't make much of a splurge, but on election day they proceeded - o bump Mr. Lumbard and they bumped him good. Certainly Mr. Lumbard can have no ill feeling against the union men on that account. Surely he did not want the votes and support of these "labor agitators." these "anarchists," these users of bricks and revolvers. Having launched for.th his curses upon the labor unions he has no reason to complain now that'thc curses have returned to make permanent roost in his immediate vicinity. We congratulate Mr. Lumbard upon the fact that he was opposed by the "anarchistic labor unions," and wc congratulate with more em phasis the labor unions that had the good sense not to thrust office upon a gentleman whose patriotism certainly would have led him to decline it when coming from such a source. THE MISTAKE OF PHILADELPHIA UNIONISTS. ' The action of the Central Trades Union of Philadelphia in en dorsing the republican ticket in that city was a miserable mistake. It was a republican ticket in name only, and was in fact the ticket cf the ringstcrs, the gangsters and the grafters. It was named by the vilest elements of Philadelphia and the cahtlidates were the creatures of the most corrupt political machine in America. There was nothing republican about either the candidates or the gang with he exception! of the name The "citizens'" ticket was sup ported by the honest and clear-headed citizens of Philadelphia, am politics was forgotten in the great fight. The defeat of the gang ticket was a greater republican victory than its election could have Uoc-n. The Central Trades Council of Philadelphia offered as a reason for endorsing the republican ticket that a great many of the controlling gang employed union labor, while many of the members of the big "citizens' " committee were opponents of labor unions. The excuse is an almighty pqor. one. The W'ageworker stands for unionism,-' but' it' will support an honest opponent of unionism even' time in preference to a corrupt ringster who claims to be a friend of unionism. The ticket endorsed by the Philadelphia Trades Union Council stood for everything that was rotten and corrupt in municipal politics. No patriotic trades unionist can afford and 'none will to place his unionism ahead of honesty and fair dealing in public affars. The union men of Philadelphia had an opportunity to show that they held honest government above purely selfish ends and ihey missed it. ThcY had an opportunity to show that trades union ism stood for civic righteousness and against civic rottenness and they missed it. Union men can not afford to tie up with graft merely because some men who oppose labor unions are also opposing graft. Mr. Post is having a hard time finding suckers to put up the money necessary to keep the Post name before the public. A few weeks ago The W'ageworker published an article headed "Mr. Dooley on the Open Ship" and credited it to "exchange." It should have been credited to the Typographical Journal, and would have been if the credit had not been mislaid. It was clipped from a labor paper and not from the Typographical Journal, and the labor paper In question had not given proper credit. Not until after " The W'ageworker had gone to press did the editor remember that he had seen the article in the Typographical Journal. If there is any- thing this humble little newspaper is a crank on, it is the matter iof proper credits. Again, we do not mutilate our Typographical i Journal. It's getting too good these strenuous days. Mr. Parry, the carriage manufacturer who thinks he has a light to pay any old wages he pleases to his employes, is also a rail road owner who thinks he ought to be allowed to charge the public , any old rate he pleases. Mr. Parry has a couple of guesses coming. Wc would respectfully ask every union man in Lincoln to look ; at the illustration on the first page of The W'ageworker this week, ' and then look to see if the label of the United Garment Workers is i on his overalls. And if it isn't, don't you think it ought to be. There is a vast difference between patronizing home industry ' and patronizing sweat shops, and the union men of Lincoln are not 'blind to that difference. Give us something worth patronizing, and . we'll do the rest. "A Year in Hell" is the title of a book just written by a St. Louis man. Put it's his own fault. He needn't to have worked in a "scab" shop that long if he is a good mechanic. Howl's "Song of the Shirt" seems to be needed right here in Lincoln. Suppose some good elocutionist be asked to recite it at some future outdoor religious gathering. The' Postitc Union Dusting Alliance is now engaged in organ izing tin: non-union men into anti-union unions. Wouldn't that jar Vol!? . ,.-; The Central Labor. Union will meet in regular session next Tuesday evening. The proposed social has been postponed. Special meeting of the Woman's Union Label League at C. L. LI. hall Saturday evening, November 11. Be there. Some men never let their assembly mouths know what their business hands arc doing. "Keep yotir eye on the squirrel!" "Let us prey 1" 1 5 A pull here, a pat there and a' little puffing out somewhere else will make most any sort of suit look well on a dummy. The men's garments we sell do better than this; they are cut and made form fitting, know their place and keep it, look swell at all times, trim on the street, shapely on horseback and correct in an auto. You could even Avrestle in them and a slight shake would cause coat, vest and trousers to assume graceful, fashion-plate lines. More perfect clothing is not produced even by the high est priced tailors whose most exclusive productions find their counterparts in our $15.00, $18.00, $20.00, $22.50 and $25.00 Suits and Overcoats In these lines we show newest fabrics, both foreign and domestic. The garments are richly lined, while every garment is the result of hand work. Stunning Suits and Overcoats at $10.00 For general, all around, severe wear we cannot recommend our splendid line of fasbionable Suits and Overcoatts at $10 too high ly. The fabrics are pure wool, made jin America. Among the suits may be seen Cheviots, Tweeds, Cassimeres, Worsteds and Serges. Among the Overcoats American Friezes, Mel tons and Kerseys, all cut in the latest styles and tailored with unusual skill, insuring per fect and lasting fit Suits and Overcoats for hard usage, made from Pure Wool Fabrics at $8.75, $7.50, $6.50 and $5.00 Armstrong Clothin GOOD CLOTHES MERCHANTS. g Co Whether Common or Not Will M. Mavpin, in "The Commoner." A Boy's Complaint "When I was jus' little boy," pa utteu says to me, "1 bad more fun a goin' t' school than anybody roun'; An, it there wuz some mischief up I'd purty shore t' bo Jlixed up in it worse than th" rest uv all th' boys in town. I recollect onct on a time " An' then he tells a tale Vv how him an' some other boys jus' played a ortle trick. But now, if I jus' bat eye in school he says he'll whale Th' very stuflln' out o' me Say, that jus' makes me sick. A few days jus' 'fore Hollere'en pa lays his paper dorn An' says: "Ma, recollect th' time we young kids in Blue Hill Jus' tore up sidewalks, fences, gates, an' purt' nigh wrecked th' town?" ' Then up an' told 'bout how 1'twas done, an' laughed nigh fit f kill. So Hollere'en I done th' same, an' gee, 'twas lots o" fun. But pa caught on an' he wuz mad I saw that at a glance. He says to me, says ne: "Look here; that's gotter stop, my son," Then took me t' th' woodshed where he dusted off my pants. One night last watermelon time pa brung a buster out, An' while we wuz a eatin' it he says: "Ma, recollect Th' time me an' th' other kids snaked some from ol Bill Stout?" Then told th' tale 'tween lushus .bites that his shjrt bqsom flecked. An' pa he laughed ei st ' fit t'. kill about that melon raid,. So on that night some boys an' me went out an' swiped some. too. But pa found out an' larruped me Gee. how that hick'ry played: Now I don't think it's hardly fair t' act like that. Do you? Tain't fair fr pas V talk about th fun they had, an' then Turn roun" when they've boys uv their own an' say we oughter be Ashamed f act so orfle bad, an' tell us t' be men An' quit such wicked things like that. It don't look squai . t me. Pa's' had his good tin.--, but if I jtis' undertake a trick He tells us havin' playtd when he was jus' about my size. He scowls an' says: "Will-yum. you go an git that hick ry stick An' when pa whips y . better bet th fur jus fairly niC3. It ain't no fun t' be a boy now-days cause parents say The things they done when they wuz young ain't right t do no more: An' they expect their kids to be Lord Fauntelroys each da" An' then they talk uv the!-' good times, an' that's what ma;;es me sore. No melon raid, no Hollere'en; jus' sit aroun'. O, psnaw! Ain't we boys gotter right to kick th' way they're treating us? When I grow up to be a man an' git t' be a pa You bet my boy can have his fun an' I won't raise no fuss. the old- queries an Just Thoughts .. "What has become' of fashioned rag carpet?" Iowa editor. There are a few of them left, and you will find them In the quiet and peaceful homg of the old-fashioned v - - . folk in Missouri and Illinois. And you couldn't make a room look as rest ful with Turkish rugs, :nd melton carpets and Assyrian dewdads, as you can with a warm, thick "hit-an'-miss" rag carpet like our grand mothers used to make. When you walk in on one of those rag carpets you just feel like . kicking off ; our shoes, flinging your coat in it corner, and flopping right down in front of the stove to get a r. 1, genuine rest. None of your dinky little old dingy rugs that decorate a polished floor like a postage stamp on a No. 10 en velope. Not much! When you step on that rag carpet yo : know it's tacked down and that it won't slip out from under you and throw you up against a lot of bric-abrac piled in artistic abandon on a wobbly onyx table that stands precariously on three legs right where it will smash the gold fish globe if it top ples over. Not much it won't. You &ndwv that .-carpetj.' made by a-bpight-eyed old mother whosV cheeks were rosy and whose mouth always wore a smile, and not by a sore-eyed Turk sitting cross-legged on a dirt floor and weaving impossible designs out -f rags that, came from nobody knows where I say, you know that carpet will stay right there under your feet and not" go to forcing you into a gymnastic exercise that will betray your stiff old joints and your forty four inches around the waistband. The old rag carpet is a perpetual invitation to a good time. When you see it you know , you are welcome. But when you enter a room with a waxed floor and a job lot of imported rugs ' scattered" ' here" and'' there' you" just feel in your bone.; that the host is wondering if the -ails in your shoes are going to scratch the floor or break a thread in the rugs. Ever drink cider and eat apples and crack walnuts an ! hie! orynuts and pop corn in a roor.i that had a waxed floor and a lot of dingy rugs from Ab'-;ssinia or Hindoostan or Turkestan or some other foreign parts? Not a bit of it. But in a low-ceilinged room whose rough floor was covered with a rag carpet you've done all those things and had more fun in a minute than you could have on a waxed floor and lot of rugs in a-whole, generation. And you. re member just such a room, too. And you'd give all the imported rugs and waxed floors and electric lights and artists' proofs and modem plumbiag and everything else in your- house if you could just slip Sack into that room for one evening and sit there surrounded by the same loved ones that surrounded you, O so many years ago. You remember every stripe in that old carpet. That red was a part of your sister's dress. And right over there Is a dull gray that recalls a pair of pants mother made for you and which father dusted off one day because you forgot to pull the weeds out of the onion patch. And that' stripe was a part of father's old overcoat-the one: he discarded the winter he sold the hogs at such a good price. And that one, and that one, and that one yes, you re call 'em all. Talk about imported rugs! "What has become of the old fashioned carpet?" It has gone out with a lot of other good things to make way for tawdry display of ostentatious wealth. It was a luxury that n; " to give way as a sacrifice to foolish pride; a comfort that had to be put behind in order to satisfy a foolisl fancy for "artistic sense." When our ship comes in we're go ing to -dig Tight down into the hold, and if there isn't a big rag carpet there we'll refuse to receive the ship. If there - is, then we're going to put that carpet right down on the par lor floor, and the first visitor who turns up his or her probocis in a sneering way is going to fail to re ceive an invitation to take a chair. That's what we think about the old-fashioned rag carpet. Failure The Great Financier sat in his sump tuous office and thougnt earnestly. "My life has been a great success. I have secured everything that the heart of man could desire, money, fame, power everything." "But you have not secured me," whispered a something from out the surrounding silence. "What are you?" queried the Great Financier. "I am Love." "But I have secured control of the money of the country- I have se cured control of the coal mines of the country. I control the grain mar Ifets, 'the 'railroads, the mills and the factories." "But you do not control me," said a chilling voice from out of the sur rounding silence. "What is it that I do not control?" queried the Great Financier. "I am Death." And when they found the Great Financier in the morning they found him captive instead of captor. union MADE SHOES Icarry nothing but union made shoes, and have a full line -of them. I manufacture shoes and shoe uppers. A share of union patronage is respectfully solicited. S.LMcCOY 1529 0 St., Lincoln Columbia National Batik Simral Banking Business. Interest on time deposits LINCOLN. NEBRASKA Regrettable Mistake Hearing a noise in his room the president of the Excitab! Mutual In surance company sprang from his bed, turned on the electric switch and saw a. masked man. standing-by the safe. "How dare you invade my prem ises?" demanded tne awakened sleeper. "I beg pardon, boss," said Bill the Bug. "I got twisted in me bearin's an' didn't know wai.e I was. I didn't mean to butt In an' work your side of th' street." Bowing gracefully and begging par don for his unprofessional conduct, Bill the Bug retired hastily through the window. The Difference The czar of Russia -s worth forty million dollars and has ten millions a - year to -spend. My hank account ' - in red ink and the czar's income for a day would make my yearly wage look like a busted toy balloon. But I can walk whistling down the street, while the czar hikes under the bed every time he hears a fo " step in the hall, an 1 he i3 so busy dodging poisoned ' food that he couldn't enjoy a dinn.r of boiled corn beef and cabbage if hi tried. Taking it all in all, we'd rather whistle and enjoy corned beef and cabbage than to have 'steen millions and be afraid to come out into the open. wonders how so many doctors make a living. It is hard to sit before a steam radiator and call up recollections of a happy past. Some people start into save for a rainy day and then become frightened at the first little cloud. What has become of the old-fashioned woman who always had a few "pem'mint lozengers" in her reti cule? When a man complains that he is "down -on his luck" it is pretty safe to guess that he is also down on his .pluck.. , . r- One of the easy marks is the old I fashioned gentleman who still thinks that it is a lawyer's business to settle I disputes. When a man gets the notion in his head that the world is against him he is very apt to be willing to let it be against him. Once in a while we meet a man who boasts that he neve.- whips his children, but we reserve judgment until we know the children. The worst feature about being sick is that when you are just getting well and want to tell your friend. how sick you were, he turns in and tells how much sicker he was a few years ago. Why is. it that wjien .these cooking school "experts" grve ' a dfeihohstra tion they usually broil a porterhouse steak that would put the average workingman's weekly wage into a crimp for thirty-six hours? FV GAIN'S C A F E 1228 O STREET HANDLES EVERYTHIM SEASON MODERATE PRICES. FIRST CLASS SERVICE UEALSi I5cts AND UP Brain Leaks Real charity has " no advertising bureau. Self-sacrifice doesn't mean sacrifice for self. We always envy a boy who has an old maid aunt. Life is made up of trifles, but it is unwise to trifle with It Some fathers think that in order to be fair they must fume. Some men woudn't know what to do if it were not for their brass The man who is OPEN II ALL-NIGHT II YOUR CHRISTMAS PHOTOS - A Greater On: "Say, Billson; what wa.. the riddle of the Sphinx?" "I don't know, but I'll bet it wasn't a marker to' the puzzle of trying to patch up my busted automobile in a rainstorm on a muddy road eleven miles 'from home." STUCKEY'S Confectionery IceCreatn. . Unfair "How much do you make a week?" asked the visitor oj the office boy who was guiding liim Into Oe "inner office, "I make about nine bones a week, but de boss keeps six of 'em." BOL3HAW GOES TO HASTINGS. Fred J. Bolshaw, formerly night yardmaster for the Burlington in this city, has been transferred to Has tings, where he has been made yard mastefig the place recently held always wgll" ' Dr.ciifford R. Tef f t DENTIST er Sidles Bicycle Store HHIHIMIIIM t
