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About The Wageworker. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1904-???? | View Entire Issue (May 8, 1909)
Special Sale o! White Goods
PERSIAN LAWN 45 inches wide line and sheer extra value at. per yard 25c
FANCY WHITE DRESS GOODS Chevks and stripes, with overshot figures and
dots special value at. per yard 25c
Some of the Beit
by the Acknowl
Book Department Post Card and Photo
Rooks for Summer reading. A few titles
from our otV list :
The Tides of Itarnearat. Smith.
The Southerners, lirady.
The House of Mirth. Edith Wharton.
The Divine Fire. May Sim-lair.
The Littl Shepherd of Kingdom Come.
Red Roek. Thomas Nelson Page.
The Builders. Emerson.
House of a Thousand Candles. Nicholson.
The Black ltag. Vance.
The Lion and the Mouse. Klein.
Lavender ar.J Old Laee. Myrtle Reed.
Albums in every shape, size and price.
Also liKse leaf Albums which can be enlarged
as your collection grows.
Photo Albums from 5c to $1.00. -Post
Card Albums from 5c to $2.98.
Seal grain imitation leather covered Albums
carbon leaves, to hold
cards great value at $1.00
A new shipment of Raphael Tuck's Post I'ards
reproductions of famous paintings. Price
from lc to 10c each
Union-Made Overalls and Shirts
We want every working man in Lincoln to examine our new "I'nion Made" Overall, the
"Railroad Special" every pair warranted 75c, 85c and $1.00 pair
OUR MODEL NEGLIGEE SHIRTS are "Union Made ' they tit
and it's a pleasure to wear them each $1.00
Garden and Summer Needs
Rubber Harden Hose, fully warranted. 2 feet for $1L25
Other grades at 5c, 9c, 10c and 124c per foot
Hose Reels, like cut. each 75c
Harden Rakes 75c, 48c, 35c, 'J5c and 19c
Garden Hoes 35c, 25c and 19c
Poultry Netting in full rolls at, per square foot 14c
Wire Fly Screening in ful lrolls at. per square foot 1V2C
Croquet Sets $2.95, $1.95, $1.48, $1.25, 95c, 75c and 48c
THE HDAYLIHGT STORE
THE STORE FOR EVERYBODY
Choice of five styles in Brown, Tan
and Black Oxfords, regular
$3.50 and $4.00 VALUES
Sanderson's Shoe Store Closes at 6:00 p. m. Saturdays
By Charles I Doyle.
"Pretty thick mist out to-night," ob
served the versatile individual who
served in the dual capacity of post
master and storekeeper at Paint's
Corners, to Capt. Goiber, as that gal-
j lant ex-tar joined the group around
The captain snorted disdainfully. "It
! ain't so bad for a land fog." he de
clared, "but it's nothin' but a thin
haze compared to the sea fogs I nsier
bump into when I was navigatin the
brig Sarah Ann. I remember once, in
the fall of '69, we was on our way up
the coast from Charleston to Portland,
when we struck a fog that brought the
Sarah Ann up standin' in less than
three minutes after we hit it. That
there fog seemed to be packed down
in a hard layer on tbe surface of the
water, and though it wasn't more than
a dozen or fifteen feet thick, the Saran
Ann couldn t make any more headway
through it than a locomotive could on
an up grade through a snow drift as
high as her smokestack.
"The Sarah Ann lay wollowin in
that fog-bank, doin her level best to
plough her way through it, with sails
filled with wind and snappin' and
cracklin overhead like a week's wash-
in' in a March squall; but she might
as well have been tryin" to sail on
dry land for all the progress she made.
Bimeby one end of the topsail got
loose and was flappin' around, and
when I sent a man up aloft to fix
it he lost his footing and fell over
board, and if it hadn't been for that
fog he'd have been a goner sure. The
fog was so tough and elastic that
when he landed on it, a few feet away
from the brig, he bounced right back
an deck, lighting on his feet, same as
cat, and went on with his work as
if nothing had happened."
"Most remarkable circumstance
The candid citizen must con
fess that if the policy of the
government, upon vital ques
tions affecting the whole people
is to be irrevocably fixed by
decisions of the Supreme Court
the people will have ceased to
be their own rulers. Abraham
O, GUESS AGAIN!
The convicts at the Nebraska peni
tentiary will make overalls. As much
as SO cents a day will be paid per
man. One of the reasons for signing
the contract was the (?) fact that
four-fifths of the people of that state
were farmers and that they wanted
cheap overalls. Now isn't that a fine
argument for an owner of $100 an
acre land to present? And yet this
same farmer wonders and wonders
some more, when his son goes to the
city for employment and writes to the
old gent for money. He doesn't stop
to consider the thousands of people
that have to compete with such labor
for a livelihood. Council Bluffs Times.
7 GRAFTERS SENT TO PRISON
Pittsburg Bribers and Conspirators
Must Serve Time and Pay Fines.
Sentences were imposed Wednesday
on seven persons convicted in the
W. W. Ramsey, former national
bank president, convicted of bribery.
one year ana six months imprison
ment and a fine of $1,000; Capt. John
P. Klein, councilman, two years and
a fine of $1,000 on the bribery con
viction, and one year and six months
on the conspiracy conviction; Joseph
C. Wasson and William Brand, former
councilmen, each one year and six
monies ana a fine of $500 for con
spiracy; H. H. Bolger, hotel keeper,
two years and a fine of $500 for brib
ery; Charles Colbert and John Col
bert, convicted of attempting to bribe
a jury in the Ramsey bribery case.
two years and a fine of $500 each.
Prison Sentence for Aged Crook.
Dr. J. Counterman, of New Albany,
75 years of age, pleaded guilty in the
United States district court at Fort
municipal graft cases at Pittsburg as Scott, Kas., to the charge of counter-
that; most remarkable indeed," com
mented the postmaster, as the captain
paused for breath.
"Don't see anything so very remark
able about it." drawled Farmer Walsh
from his seat on the cracker barrel.
"A chap don't have to sail the seas to
come across some queer things in the
We Had to Rig Up a Cross-Cut Saw.
fog line. I remember one fall a few
years ago, when I was livin' in Adams
valley, we had a week of foggy
weather, and it' was so bad we had
to get out the big snow-plough and
plough out the roads same as after a
heavy snow storm. I had a three
acre strawberry patch that fall which
I had been thinking of coverin' with
straw for the winter, but hadn't got
at yet, and one mornin" when the
layer of fog was a little thicker and
The Maudlinity of Illustrated Songs
By James Montgomery Flagg.
There is a fashion in popular songs.
Of course you know that, but I want to
call it to your attention.
The hordes of web-footed parcel
bearing women, the hundreds of har
ried Harlem mothers and the sprink
ling of unclassified and mysteriously
unemployed males, are one year de
lighted with songs entirely about fires
and firemen. The next season the
style changes to songs entirely con
cerned with somebody's unfortunate
erring sister, and during tbe next sea
son no song stands a chance of popu
lar approval that does not deal with
The Audience Knows Exactly What's
mother. And in most instances with
this brand maudlinity makes its sure
appeal by some line stating that "my
mother's my only sweetheart." As this
sentiment is the acme of bad taste its
success is assured, and peppermint
scented sobs rise to the roof. But in a
class by itself is the one best bet of the
song carpenters the ill-treated dar
ling of five unhealthy self-conscious
summers. The title may be changed
from time to time, but the theme is al
ways the same. Sometimes it's "Only
Me," or "Always in the Way," or "No
tody Loves Me." Tre house Is dark
during the song. The singer is a
bulky blur with the lockjaw. The audi
ence knows exactly what's coming, al
though it is a new song, and they sit
through it happily sniffling.
The pictures, beautifully colored
with feverish reds, gangrenous greens
and laundry blues, are sure to please.
The first one illustrating the first
line of the song shows a drooping dar
ting in the foreground, with whom a
bevy of heartless brats refuse to asso
ciate all looking at her with tbe ex
pectation of signs of hydrophobia
The next illustration shows the
father of the Rooseveltian family os
tentatiously playing with all of the
brood but "Me."
The next slide is the cruel step
mother refusing to hear darling's
. Of course the child gets the pit,
with complications, and cannot recov
er, and naturally a perfectly good an
gel with a Mary Garden barette hold
ing up her sykey knot and a pair of
ready-to-wear wings comes sliding
through the art wall paper and refuses
to admit the now remorseful parents to
the bedside of the dying child.
The dying child then turns to the
frenzied parejits and sadly "refrains"
at them the substance of the calling
down being that she guessed they were
sorry now that they refused to let her
play with matches.
tougher than usual, a happy thought
struck me, and I went out wtth ray
hired man and we staked tb fog
down over the berry patch, drvrfn a
stake at each corner and another
every few rods along at each side,
and left it there all winter to kep the
plants from freezing."
"Ton did, hey?" queried Cape Goi
ber, Jealously. "Would it be askia
too much to hare too ten t what
you did with that there fog in tb
"Sure, ni tell yoa." responded
Farmer Walsh placidly. "When th
spring come I jest pulled wp the
stakes, rolled the fog up In a heap
at one end of th field, and set tre
to it and burnt it op to get rid of
it. It wasn't io more use to zw, and
anyway I ain't the sort of Ban to
overwork a fog that came along in
time to give me a helpin" fcaad Jet
when I happened to need it most-
The captain glared at the euitrvator
of tbe soil with the air of a doe; wboae
private bone-yard has been invaded.
"There's times," he said in .preserve
ly. "when it becomes necessary for
a honest seaman to call 'Avast, and I
says 'Avast7 now, I gues3 I"H be get- '
tin" along toward home. What I've
beard to night about sickens me. I
was goin" to finish up my story by
tellin' now finally we had to rig np a
cross-cut saw. playing np and down o
a sort of walkin beam hung oat over
the bow of the Sarah Ann. to rip that
fog apart so that she could wedge her
way through. But I see a a man
who sticks to the troth arowad here
hasn't got any more show than a
Chinaman at a Clan-na-Gael picnic, or
a jug of old Bourbon at a barn dance
in a prohibition state, so I might as
well quit right here." And ic Jnijjiaz'
in another portentous sniff of disgust,
the former commander of tbe Sarah
Ann weighed anchor and set forth am
the homeward tack.
(Copyright. W3. by W. G Chapman.)
And four or five hundred mothers go
home and hand four or five handr-d
hammers to four or five hundred off- -spring
and, leading them up to the four
or five hundred parlor mirrors, say;
"There, dearest, do whatever yon
please, bat don't get the pip!"
Which is probably unrrne. Perhaps
incomes explain the matter. Families
living on $500 a year are maadHn.
Those having $3,000 are sentimental,
while those having S25.0O are biaae.
Those in the first class listen to the
songs and enjoy them.
(Copyright, IS, by W. 6. Ctumu.)
By Strickland W. Gillilan.
Theodore R. Ulysses, professional
hero, was of doubtful parentage, and
there is considerable doubt even as
to whether he ever lived. We know
no way to find out for sure about it.
Doubtless there are several people of
my acquaintance who would admit
having known him personally, if they
thought there was any prominence to
be gained by it, but I shall not tempt
Several sets of parents are fur
nished by his biographers, to choose
from. All agree, however, that he
married Penelope, and that he had a
son named Telemachus. He went into
the hero business very reluctantly, not
entering the army until he was drafted
three times, when it took beautifully.
Bill Menelaus of Athens had had a
swell wife called Helen, and somebody
had jimmied the house and taken
her. It was a case of Helen gone,
with Menelaus, all right- He was
awfully provoked when he awoke in
the morning and found she wasn't
there. At first he wondered if he
could have mislaid her the day before,
and he hunted all about for her, but
she was gone, all right.
Menelaus had a hunch that Pat
Crowe had taken Helen to Troy to
work in the laundry, and he coaxed
at Ulysses to help him recover her.
Finally he agreed, after Agamemnon
had begun to nag also, and he took
Achilles and Nestor (no relation to
the various Nestors of journalism you
have heard introduced at banquets),
and started on a rough-house expedi
tion to the scene selected for the
trouble. Ulysses had 12 ships of his
own, besides all the hardships he got
when he lost his other vessels.
He had an awful passage home,
with no Jack Binns to handle the wire
less. The ships were grounded under
Capt. Crowninshield, at Thrace, and
Ulysses and the bunch of roughnecks
with him plundered the Cicones, found
the Lotus-eaters, a lot of dope-fiends
on another island, thai came to the
Cyclopes island, where Polyphemus, a
one-eyed old monstrosity, lived. Ulys
ses was always after big game, so he
hid in Polyphemus' cave till the latter
was asleep, took the giant's own electric-light
pole that he used for a cane,
and put the one eye out of commis
sion with one fell jab.
Such a job of cutting and running
ycu never saw. TJly and his crowd get
away on anything that would float.
Then that naughty wind came up
and blew Ulysses to some other lady
Calypso. That was a funny thing
about him merely a coincidence, of
course that whenever a bad wind
blew Ulysses anywhere, there was a
lone, beautiful woman waiting for
him. At this time be originated the
remark that it is a bum breeze that
blows nobody into a snap.
After living at this place eight years
he got homesick for his wife and fam
ily. In the last storm he had been in
he had been saved only by tying hint
self to a spar. But always, even when
he was lashed to tbe mast, he made
a great snow of being mashed to the
last, on Penelope.
Finally he got into a row-boat and
He Gave Ulysses a Few Bags to Take
Home with Him.
started home. He was captured by
the Pnenicians, a sort of ocean gyp
sies, on the way and was pot to sleep
with knockout drops and landed home
in that condition. His wife didn't
know him, his whiskers had grown no,
and he wore such few clothes she
wouldn't even look at him long enough
to recognize him. He found nbowt n
dozen galoots trying to cure her of the
grass-widow habit, bat she was free.
She had been stringing her beans fey
requiring them to string a particularly
tough bow. and they didn't have the
gimp in them to do it. UTyzees. who
had taken strength lessons by mail,
strung the bew. easily, then killed nB
the domestic camp-follow m s. sande
himself known and began trying to
explain where he had been, ant a
late. He kept this np till death re
leased him. --
Heroins never did pay, very w-eJL .
(Copyright, Be, by W. G.
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