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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 erry Moments Some of the Beit Things Written by the Acknowl edged Masters. With Humorists m 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. John Fox. Red Roek. Thomas Nelson Page. The Builders. Emerson. House of a Thousand Candles. Nicholson. The Black ltag. Vance. The Lion and the Mouse. Klein. Nedra. MeCuteheon. Lavender ar.J Old Laee. Myrtle Reed. Albums 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. ONE SPECIAL. 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 WALL PAPER 3 CENTS THE HDAYLIHGT STORE THE STORE FOR EVERYBODY ASK FOR PREMIUM TICKETS peclal for flee Choice of five styles in Brown, Tan and Black Oxfords, regular $3.50 and $4.00 VALUES for Sanderson's Shoe Store Closes at 6:00 p. m. Saturdays 5t Fog Bound 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 tne stove. 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 LINCOLN'S WARNING. 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 Lincoln, 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 follows: 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 Coming. 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 breaking out. 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 prayers. . 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 spring?" "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.) Medium-Sized Journeys 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 them. 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 . anyway. (Copyright, Be, by W. G.