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THAT LOOKS SWELL.
WILL M. MAUPIN, EDITOR AND PUBLISHER
THAT LOOKS WELL
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"
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
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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
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GOOD CLOTHES MERCHANTS.
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.
.. "What has become' of
fashioned rag carpet?"
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
"What has become of the old
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
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.
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
"What are you?" queried the Great
"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
"But you do not control me," said
a chilling voice from out of the sur
"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.
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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
"How dare you invade my prem
ises?" demanded tne awakened
"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 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
wonders how so many doctors make
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
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?
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Real charity has " no advertising
Self-sacrifice doesn't mean sacrifice
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
II ALL-NIGHT II
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."
"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
er Sidles Bicycle Store
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