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2 tub cafAITA SUNDAY BEE: JULY 8, 1906. hears a decree Inscribed In three languages ancient Egyptian, rood ern Egyptian and Greek, and furnishes the key to unlock the secrets ct ancient history. The pictures represent sacrificial ceremonies, domestic and In dustrial scenes, battles, triumphal processions all phases of life, in fact. One wall contains, In hieroglyphics, the treaty of peace which Rarneses II concluded with the Hittltes, while another wall repre sents Rameses III holding: a group of prisoners by the hair and raisins; a club as If to strike. Close by, the god Am mom la deliver ing to him chained representatives of different vanquished nations, (ha faces being so true to life that the Israelites brought from Pal estine can be easily distinguished from the Ethiopians and Nubians of the south. One of the heads seen often In the drawings re sembles "the yellow kid," and the donkeys are exactly like those seen today. Thebes a Mighty Metropolis Luxor and Karnak are on the east bank of the Nile, but Thebes required both sides of the river for Its great population, and the west bank Is also rich In evidences of ancient civilization. The Rameseum is here and would attract more attention If It were not overshadowed by larger temples; here also are the "Colossi of Mem iion," one of them known to literature as the singing statue. This Is described by Strabo and Juvenal and bears many inscriptions in Latin and Greek made by those who visited It under the Roman rulo. Hadrian looked upon it 130 A. D., and a poetess of his day declares that the statue greeted the emperor. It is supposed that the sound which for many years issued from the head of the statue Just after sunrise was caused by the change in temperature, . the granite having been cracked; at any rate, the sound ceased when the statue was repaired. It now sits silent, and with Its companion jrares upon the barley field that reaches out in every direction from their feet. But more Interesting than the Rnmeoum or the Colossi are the tombs of the kings, some forty-two of vhlch have already been discovered. At this point the west side of the valley of the Nile Is walled in by a range of limestone hills, one of which bears a strik ing resemblance to a pyramid. (Could it have suggested the idea of a pyramid for a tomb?) leaving the valley of the Nile about two miles north of this pyramldlcal hill, there Is a small, dry valley which wends its way back through the hills and terminates at the foot of steep walls Just west of the hill meatloned. Here are the tombs, hewn In the solid rock, the most elabor ate of which Is the tomb of Sethos, or Seti, the father of Rameses II. This tomb burrows Into the hill to the depth of 330 feet, a flight of steps leading down through different levels and different chambers to the final vault. The walls are covered with figures In colors representing the king In the act of making offerings to the various gods. There are also drawings illustrating scenes in this world and life as it was supposed to be in the next. Some of these pictures portray a hell where the wicked are punished by Are, and there are also drawings which have been Interpreted to represent the resurrection and Judgment. Pharaoh of the Exodus Not far away Is the tomb of "the Pharaoh of the Exodus," which contains a granite Image of the king, and close by this tomb is another In which the mummied form of a Pharaoh still reposes. Grave robbing, however, was so popular an amusement in those days that the bodies of nearly all the kings had been removed for safety to a secret vault, which was so carefully concealed that they were not found until the nineteenth century. At Memphis, which is only about eighteen miles from Cairo, there are tombs of less Importance, colossal statues of Rameses It and the sarcophagi of the sacred bull. In one of the tombs or Mnstabas, as tombs of this type are called, are some of the draw ings that have been most widely reproduced. In one place a boy is fattening geese by the stuffing process; in another, cranes are being fed; here, rams are treading in the seed, and there, cattle horned and hornless are being driven through a river. Agriculture, ship building, carpentering and other industries are minutely pict ured. While the human figures are stiff and angular, the birds and beasts are so exactly like what we see today that one could easily believe them to have been drawn by a modern artist. The Sarcophagi of the Sacred Bulls, twenty-four In number, are hollowed out from single pieces of granite and are covered with Immense slaps of the same kind of stone. Each is large enough to contain a good sized animal, and some of them are covered with hieroglyphics giving the pedigrees of the blue-blooded occupants. These caskets of the royal line rest in subterranean vaults hewn out of rock and connected by spacious halls. Still nearer to Cairo, only six miles away, in fact, are the great pyramids of Glzah Cheops and Khephren. These have been de scribed so often that any elaborate comment upon them might weary the reader. We climbed to the summit of the largest, and by doing so not only gained an idea of the Immensity of this 3,000,000 cubic feet of stone, but obtained an excellent view of the green valley on the one side and the yellow plain of shifting sand upon the other, for these pyramids stand upon the dividing line between Egypt's far-famed fertile lands and one of the most barren of earth's deserts. We followed the narrow passage which leads to the center of the pyramid and peered into the empty granite sarcophagus which for more than 4.000 years kept the body of the builder concealed from the sight of man, and when we came oat, half crawling and half climbing, each assisted by two Arabs, our muscles as well as our memories testified that we had seen all of this stupendous pile. Sphinx an Enduring Movement At the foot of these two pyramids stands the silent Sphinx, and near It a granite temple almost as old. The Sphinx itself Is a little disappointing, because photographs often show it in the fore ground and the pyramids behind It, and It thus appears relatively larger than it really is. It represents the body of an animal with a human head, and is cat from a huge stone that Juts out into the valley. It was a grand conception of the brain of one long ago forgotten, and is the oldest product of the chisel of man. It hat) outlived unnumbered generations, and seems to mock at time. Its position by the pyramids is a fitting one, and looking upon it and them one is awed by the sense of their antiquity and recognise the appropriateness of the lines of the lecturer, Stoddardt "Eternal Sphinx! The pyramids are thine! Their giant summits guard thee night and day; On thee they look when stars in splendor shine. Or while around their crests the sunbeams play; Thine own coevals, who with thee remain Colossal genii of the boundless plain. Eternal Sphinx!" (Copyright, 1906.) W. J. BRYAN. Tersely Told Tales Both Grim and Gay Familiar Story Discredited. BRHAl'B an popular a story as any that have been attributed to Lin coln Is that referring to an al leged delegation who appealed to him to remove Oeneral Grant from command because of his Indulgence of strong drink. The story ha it that, after listening to the appeal. ne president in quired If any of them could tell where Oeneral Grant got his whisky, 'because," he Is reported to have said, "If I could find out I would send a barrel of It to each of the other generals." I heard a gentle man inquire of him soon after thli story became current whether It was true. He replied: "That would have been very good If I hud said It, but I reckon It was harged to me to give It currency." He Mid the origin of that story was in King George's time. Bitter complaint had been made to the king that General Wolfe, then operating against Quebec, was mad. "Mad, Is he?" said the king. "Then I wish he'd bite some of my other generals." Colonel Albert Chandler in Sunday Magazine. Admiral SchUT" Little Joke. A prominent naval officer tells a story that exhibits Admiral Bchley somewhat In . the light of a humorist. Home years ago Schley was In command of one of the old navy ships that was fit ting out at the Boorklyn navy yard for a foreign cruise. Now, naval officers of the wardroom carry a lot of beer with them when they start on a cruise. They are not, as a rule, heavy drinkers, but they like beer at mess with their meals. This beer Is taken on board In bottles packed In straw and placed In Immense hogsheads. It appears that a few days before Schley's . vessel was to sail for a foreign station a large party of Brooklyn Sunday school teachers visited the ship In a body. The party was much Interested In watching the crew stow and break the stores. On the main deck stood one of the big hogsheads packed full of beer bottles that ' had 'been emptied. This hogshead of empty bottles was about to be hoisted. There was no way for the uninitiated to tell whether they were fliled or empty, But the Sunday school teachers Immediately concluded that the . bottles were loaded. Accordingly tfcty ' regarded the hogshead with stern disapproval. After a hurried consultation they determined to send a delegate to the commander with reference to the hated hogshead. "Sir," said the former to Schley, "It is a matter of deep regret that your vessel should arry such a huge quantity of ln toalc. i." The uulck-wltted Schley knew at once that the hogshead was at the bottom of the trouble, but he did not "let on." So,' when the emissary spoke of the many, many beer bottles he had seen, Schley exclaimed, "Why, It's simply shocking!" Then, with his visitor, he left the cabin and repaired to the main deck. "Bos un's mate," he called out, "send ma some deckhands at once." The hands were aft In an Instant. "Rig a tackle and dump that hogshead Over the side," ordered Schley. The sailors, who knew that the bottles were empty, were all grins, but In a Jiffy they had the hogshead over the aide Into the water. The Brooklyn party looked on approvingly and when the offending bottles had disappeared they gathered around Schley and told htm what a noble ex ample he had set for the men. Schley took it all with becoming modesty. For the fun he had out of It he paid a couple of dollars Into the wardroom mesa for the loss of the empty bottlea, which should have been returned to the dealer. New York Times. tan. In the cross-examination of a woman called to the witness stand in a recent trlul at Pittsburg one of the first questions put to the woman was: "At what time of the night was It that you saw the prisoner In your room?" "About X o'clock," eald the witness. "Was there a light In the room at that timer1 "No; the room was quite dark." "Could you see your husband at your aide?" "No, sir." "Then, madam," observed the attorney, his eye gleaming with triumph, "you will kindly explain to this Intelligent Jury how It was that you could see the prisoner and yet could not see your husband T" "Because my husband was at his club," quietly responded the lady. Harper's Weekly. Challenglng the Judge. t "The late Judge J. I. Clark Hare," said a lawyer of Philadelphia, "was one day re lating' to me some of his odd experiences oa the bench. "He said that a certain man was about to be tried In the common pleas, and showed a great disposition to challenge the Jurymen. "Evidently the prisoner knew all about the right to challenge, and evidently he felt . that the more challenging he and his law yer did the better his case would go for him. "Finally, though, his challenging came to an end. He announced that the Jury now satisfied him. " 'Tour challenging is all over? We can now go on?' said, with a smile, the attor ney for the prosecution. " 'The Jury Is all right,' said the prisoner, hurriedly and anxiously, 'but I want to challenge the Judge. I've been convicted under him several times before and it's more than likely he's prejudiced against me.' "Boston Post. Cane for Alarm. The late Dr. Boardman of Philadelphia used to relate this on himself: "I preached a funeral sermon at one time and spoke longer than was my custom. "The undertaker was a man of nervous temperament, and as the afternoon was going he began to be anxious to be on the way to the cemetery. He finally whispered to one of my members: 'Does you minister always preach as long as that at a funeral? " 'Well,' said the brother, 'that Is a good sermon.' " 'Tea,' said the undertaker, 'the sermon is all right and I believe In the resurrection, but I am afraid If he does not stop pretty soon I will not get this man burled In time.' "Philadelphia Ledger. Favored a Fair Trial. Superintendent E. C. Urennan of the vol unteer life saving corps of Boston was talking of a freakish invention for life saving. "The man who tried to save life with that thing would have a pleasant prospect before him. Every minute or two a cord would be bound to snap, or a pulley would be bound to break. The poor life saver would have as unpleasant an experience ahead of him as a friend of mine had Last spring on a trout fishing trip. "My friend went trout fishing In Pike county. He got board at 13 a day at a email wooden farmhouse near a good stream. "Arriving late at night his first meal at this farmhouse was breakfast, and when my friend came down stairs the next morn ing breakfast was spread on the kitchen table. "It was a splendid April morning. The sun had Just risen behind the mountain tops. The dew sparkled on the grass. Birds' sang. The air was sharp and sweet. "My friend was tremendously hungry, but he could not help smiling when he saw six boiled eggs ranged in a row beside his plate. " 'Come, come, madam,' he said to the farmer's wife, 'I admit I've a good appe tite, but you really shouldn't have boiled all those eggs. Two would have been ' enough.'. '' 'Wall,' said the woman, 'ye mout as well try them six fust, an' If there hain't no good ones among 'em I'll boll ye half a dosen more.' "Boston Olobe. Welcoming; the Bishop. . Bishop Talbot of central Pennsylvania Is fond of relating amusing experiences while a missionary In the west. On one occa sion he arrived at a mountain town and entered the hotel dining room, taking a seat. A resident who had been drinking fell Into conversation with him. "I'm glad you've come here," said the man, "for the boys need somebody to give them advice. Tlicy drink a heap, I tell you." The bishop said: "I am sorry to hear that, my friend, but If you will pardon me, It seems as though you are troubled that way your self." The mountaineer saw the point, but rejoined quickly: "Well, ye see, when the bishop corned a feller Just has to celebrate some." Limit of Telegraphy. " 'Way back In the early 70 s, Just after I had started In business," said Tom A. Plnson, "I was working for a railroad In a little town In Arkansas. "One day a typical Arkansas country youth of about 22 years blew Into the office. He was tall and lanky, dressed in home spun Jeans and was barefooted. He told me he had never been in town before, and the great Interest he displayed In every thing he saw backed up his statement. "After watching me pound the key a while he asked me what I was doing. I tried to explain to him, and told htm that I could send anything to any part of the country over the wire. " 'Do you mean to say you can send things over that wire?' he asked. "I assured him that I could. "He went outside and after looking long and carefully at the wires strung along the poles he came back and said: 'That wire might do to send letters and small pack ages, but you could never make me be lieve It is big enough to send a bale of eatton.' "Telegraphers' Journal. Cat and Dot Time. William Velnbruner of East St. Louis and his wife have a record of eight moves and five serious quarrels before their last separation, which Is said to be the final one. All the quarrels and moves were made within a period of six months. They had been married and living in their own flat two weeks when the first quarrel occurred, and the young bride went back to her ma's house. Two weeks later they mode It up and went to board with a stranger. They were awfully happy for a fortnight, when they fussed again and Mrs. Welnbruner made another trip to her mother. ' ' It was like playing a game of tag. They lived, after the next reconciliation, for a week or two with his sister and then the Inevitable quarrel came and she made an other little Journey to ma's and brought suit for a divorce. They made It up again, however, and then they dwelt for three days with his mother before the next break came, and after that they lived a while with her mother and then they quarreled again. After the next peacemaking they set up housekeeping in another flat, but trouble arose and she had William arrested and locked up In the East St. Louis Jail. The relatives thought it was a hopeless case by this time, and while the husband was In prison and the wife was at her mother's, her folks and his folks came to the . desolate little flat and stripped it, reclaiming all their wedding presents. Entertaining Stories for the Little Folks Medal for Brave Boy. HI8 Is the story of the youngest person In the world who has ever been recognized by the official board of a humane society as a hero: Recently a postman handed a little box and a letter addressed to "Mr. ' Clarence Osborne, 5 Nelson street, Winches ter, Mass." It was the first time In the whole tour , years of his existence that he had ever -been addressed In such a dignified man ner, and he was a little awestruck as he stood on tiptoe and intently watched his mother open the package, and bring to light a small black, leather-covered, plush- ' lined case, within which rested a hand some'' brohae medal. Inscribed upon the back were the words: "To Clarence Os born. for bravery In saving a life at Win chester. January II, 1906." On the front was engraved: "Presented by the Massa chusetts Humane society." . Heroism Is an abstract term and may have many different degrees of virtue, but the rescue from drowning of Utile Jose- 1 phlne Mullen by her masterly little cousin four months ago, and the recognition of the small boy's bravery by a state humane so ciety, places little Clarence Osborne among the thirty-third degree heroes of the coun try. "I'm going out to play with Josephine, were his words to his mother on the fore noon of the day upon which this youngster distinguished himself. With a warning from Mrs. Osborne not to go far, little Clarence ran across the street to the home of his cousin, and the two started out Into the street Winchester Place, where Mr. and Ms. Geese Mullen, with Josephine and her two x sisters' and three brothers now live and Where the home of the Osbornes was until reoenlly. la a short street that terminates at the shore of Black Ball pond, a large ' body of water In the center of Winchester. Through the middle of the pond lies a chan nel In which the water la constantly In motion and where. In winter, the toe Is Weakest. The two children, dressed In warm slothes, for It was a cold day in January, ran hand in hand down to the edge of the pond, which was covered with a coating of Ice. Clarence carried a stick In his hand, and, after thumping upon the slip pery surface. It was decided safe to ven ture out a little way. Soon the pair had forgotten all thought of danger and were Sliding back and forth la aa exoees of ehllduh merriment, says the Boston Poet. Little by little their play took them far ther from the shore. J'ow watch me take a ton one," cried the little blue-eyed Josephine, taking a swift run and then a laughing costaway from her companion out toward the middle of the ioud. The boy stood, gravely watching his de lighted little partner slipping, sliding, out out and then suddenly a crash, a little wild, piercing scream, and he was terror stricken to behold the figure and the little blond head of Josephine disappear In a daik hole over the channel. With only a single thought that of sav ing her he ran to the edge of the yawning hole and caught the shoulders of the little girl as she rose terrlaed with fear to the surface With one knee resting la the ley water that flowed from the hole across the sur faoc of the sagging Ice be dung to the left arm of Josephine and screamed at the top of his lungs; ' . . "Help! Help!" ' The little girl screamed, too, but owing to her fright and the terror of her position, only the boy's voice was audible beyond the edge of the pond. Between his cries he comforted the little auburn-haired maid with the words: "I'm holding you, Josle." "But the Ice'U break and let you In. too, and we ll both be drowned," she sobbed. . The youngster looked down at the water that had already formed a little lake about his knees, showing that the thin crust was bending slowly downward. Suddenly, with a rare presence of mind, he bethought himself of the stick which he had brought to the pond, and whlcU be still held in his band. "Joale," he cried, "can you hold onto this?" and he thrust one end of the stick toward her. "Oh, I can't, I can't." she screamed. "Tou musn't let go or I'll be drowned." Then Clarence flung the stick across the ice and called for help again at the top of his childish lungs. Mrs. Osborne was busy at work In the kitchen of her house when the sound of children screaming reached her ears. "What on earth," she exclaimed, opening the door and listening. Then, Instantly, with a frantic dutch of terror at her heart, she rushed out Into the street and dowa the bill to the shore of the pond. At ber first attempt to stand upon the Ice It bant and cracked so beneath her feet that In terror tor her owa life she leaped hack to the shore, and. screaming to the children to bold on, she rushed back is the engine house la Winchester place, which Is Just above the Osborne home, crying for help. Before the two mea there could grasp the meaning of her cries of terror at the children's plight, had gripped her with Its full significance, and she turned again and ran down to the pond. Now, without a thought of danger, she rushed immediately out upon the Ice to the spot where the two children were still screaming. "Can you hold t(ght to Josle?" she asked, clutching the boy by the foot. "I got her, mamma. Pull me and she'll come, too," he answered bravely enough. Thus the mother drew the pair away from the danger, the little girl being pulled safely out of the water by the boy. Once on shore, the mother took her drenched and fainting little niece In her arms, and with the youngster, Just turned 4 years old, trudging silently behind her, she met the two men whom she had sum moned running toward the pond. A few days later, .when the news of the boy's bravery had been published In the newspapers, an officer of the Humane so ciety called at the Osborne home and list ened to Clarence's story of his little cousin's rescue. "And didn't you feel afraid that the lec would break and you would be drowned, too, with Josephine?" was asked. "I had to keep hold of her. She'd have been drowned it I'd let go," was the boy's reply. The answer had something to do with the pretentatlon of the medal. It was a clear case where a child's courage and love for his playmate surpassed all thoughts of selfish terror an Illustration of bravery In real life that won for the little boy his right to the name hero. He is a modest little hero, very fond of soda, especially Ice cream soda, and of rld-ng his rocking horse, and next to his mother be declares that he likes "Josle" the best. His fair, tiny cousin, who still Uvea on Winchester place with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Arthur J. Mullen, regards the Utile hero as her own personal prop erty, and the spectacle of this pretty couple walking along Winchester place hand-In-hand continues to be the signal for many fond glances from all those In the neighbor, hood who oaten a glimpse of theio. Aa ladlaa Legead. This Is the sacred story of the Indian tribe known as Arapahoes, as told by Six Feathers, one of the chiefs, a very good and truthful old man; "la ancient days the world was covered with waters, the summit of a very high mountain being la sight. On this an Ara pahoe sat alone, weoping. The White Man en High (Qod), when walking on the waters, saw him. Coming to him, he bade him not to weep and gave him a pipe and an ear of corn and told him he would make a country for him to live In. He then sent forth a duck to look for land. The duck returred without finding any. He then sent forth a turtle, 'which dived Into the water and brought up a piece of earth. "The White Man on High then caused the waters to vanish, and dry land ap peared. He gave to the Arapahoe a wife and placed them In the center of the earth and said to them: 'This country I give to you and your children forever.' He also created other tribes of Indians and placed them aroui.d; but afterward, being cruel to one another, he scattered them over the face of the earth. 'To the Arapahoe he said: 'Keep your country, plant the ear of corn and preserve the pipe, for when that pipe (a atone one; wastes away the dead will arise out of their graves and will go to the land above the skies. To that happy land every Ara pahoe will go when be dies, but In the body he cannot enter there until the pip wastes away. Tou are my own people. Hel. the weak and aged, be kind to your frienda. fight bravely your enemies. And now I go far away, over the great water, to make white people.' "Tnls Is what the old men told me." said Six Feathers. "This la what I tell the young men. This is what they will tell the young men after them." Kddle's Whttewashlaar. Eddie Scott's mamma and auntie were playing croquet. Mrs. Scott bit the stake first and went out. "There." she said, "I have won. Now. Eddie would lke a game with you. Come, Eddie, play with auntlo and see If you cannot whitewash her." Eddie did not know that whitewashing In troquet meant that ha must hit the last stake before his auntie hit the first one, so he asked innocently: "Do you like to be whitewashed, auntie?' "Oh, yes," said auntie, "1 should enjoy It If you could do It." Eddie dropped his mallet and ran Into the shed where some workmen had left their tools. Auntie was stooping over, straightening a wl:ket. She looked up as she heard him running toward her, sad had just time to spring aside before a whitewash brush fell oa her. "Oh. that isn't the kind of whitewashing I Ilka," a&ld auntie, with a laugh, and she told him what she had meant Youth, H a H M SOMETHING ABOUT The Greatest Pen and Ink Artist in the World n n n H H a n m CHAELES DANA GIBSON, the man who has made himself rich in a few years with his pen, has won his place by strict perseverance. His growth was gradual up to a CERTAIN POINT, and then he suddenly became famous. "Life" discovered his GREATNESS and for years he .worked only for, that publication, until his fame became such that many of the reproductions of his work sold for framing for as high as three dollars each. About four years ago, Collier's "Weekly made a contract for ALL OF HIS NEW WORK, and Gibson's fame became an assured fact. It is the best selection from the DOUBLE PAGE CARTOONS DRAWN BY GD3SON, at this time, at the pinnacle of his greatness which are Ifeing issued now each week by The Sunday Bee. THESE PICTURES REPRE SENT THE GREATEST WORKS OF THE GREATEST ARTIST in black and white.-' His last pen and ink work has been done, for he has given up an income of $60,000 a year to take up studies in color, and he is now abroad engaged in that work. The public will watch his new departure with the greatest of interest to see if he will even EQUAL the old work in his new field. In his former field, he stood ALONE, superior to all others. Formerly these pictures were only for the few who could afford to pay high prices for them. NOW THERE IS A NEW DEVELOPMENT in the Gibson picture situation. The pictures that graced the palace and the mansion can now be secured for the cottage and the modest home. H 5 i I 5 H mfkr & rfr - nil I fc ' m ft ' ' tl-l. I 1 J A CASTLE IN THE AIR, irillljj By VWrnleslea COLITEI'S WtllLTf Cesyrigat ItSs, . . WeUiet 4 Sea n M ? M M D 5 5 n 5 H 5 5 THE SUNDAY BEE is now issuing a series of them, like the above. Bear in mind that the picture reproduced above is printed upon a separate sheet of fine art paper, with a tinted background, of a size suitable for an easel portfolio, or for framing if you desire. Nothing extra is charged for the picture. You get the GREAT OMAHA SUNDAY BEE AND WITH IT THE ART SUPPLEMENT, together with a descriptive article in the same issue, the picture completing the soheme. There is absolutely no extra charge. The newsdealers could not supply all the orders for the last issue because orders were not received in advance. Better tell your newsdealer about it if you want a fine Gibson picture next Sunday. The next picture, shown here in miniature, it one of his most famous pieoes of work A CASTLE IN THE ATR A 6tory in pen drawing, that will appeal to every heart. No need of a description to give its meaning. It is a living lesson of "What is" and "What might have been."