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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 11, 1911)
THE BEE: OMAITA. TVEDXESPAY, OCTOBER 11. 1011. t! i The ee' nne jyaga z i rp aj'e SILK HAT HARRY'S DIVORCE SUIT Aleckthander Fell Asleep By Tad Corrnt)l, NiUonil AiMrttUna. ) ' 1 ". j rni Indian. Si SsiiiSni hi Sis iwfiw - J-.T . :T r. - - tr-.-VSa-Tr . --------- - OH- I me tp; J vX gff , Indecency of Women Who Smoke in Public Ry K"v. lliarlos H. Parkhnrat; . Women ore allowed to smoke publicly In the rttiUtiirai.ts of t lie Rita-Carlton. 'hotel. Tl:u in offered as one of the hotel's attractions. Inasmuch , what Is known as the American lady docs not smoke either In public or hi private this of fer, made by Mr. tiutlei, may be re girde'd at. the bait hich he throws to thf taut bet. There Is a class ol females, who without being qulta prepared to be In decent, enjoy corn Ins as near to It us they can with out an utter sac rifice of reputation. They are willing enough to go farther and tire- held back only by a lingering reward for the speech of peopled They want a hotel con ducted under such conditions that they can feel at home In It and be able to carry, themselves In a more, or less In delicate way without feeling that they are out of place. ..' There are so many youngish women ui 1 1 ml i. mill . ui hi rorin luai a iiuiui !grad4d to that kind bf ' taste mtnrt prove rather popular. If run on that principle It will sustain the same relation to Its patrona that a dive, .floes to .those who have carried their enjoyment of doubtful proprieties to a considerably lower level. Both classes of Institution are. how 'ever, alike In this respect that they appeal to what American womanhood re gards us not nice. Once that Idea be comes asoclated with a hotel, and once h 3 j It Is understood that it Is managed with a distinct reference to women who are careless about the recounted proprie ties, then, of course, ruch women as are particular not to have their names com promised by association with localities of shadowy character will give it a wide berth. That Is a point which, it Is to he presumed, any man of business sagacity would take Into serious account unless he has deliberately decided that his only aim Is to niuke money, and that more money can be made by not being too particular as to the class he caters to. It -la not exactly to be wondered at that a hotel bidding for that sort of patronage should be established at such a time and place as this. It Is one of the exceedingly sad features of our day that there are so many of our sisters who are living carelessly, who, although coming from homes that are true to the old, strict principles of American life, are becoming sporty, carrying themselvea In a way that Is a little abandoned, taking evident pleasure and pride In do ing what, until recently, they have con sidered to be compromising dressing In a fashion that sets observers wondering. A gentleman who Is sensitive to mat ters of feminine delicacy remarked to me a little time ago: "It used to be possible to distinguish the . demi-monde from the rest . of women, but now the two classes, many of them, dress and act so much alike that tt l not always easy to tell who la who." It Is no mattej; of surprise that that Indeterminate kind of creature, too fine to frequent a, hostelry that la notoriously coarse, but not Quite fine enough to seek one that Is conspicuously choice, should find herself congenially at home In one that elegantly relaxes the re etraJnts such as are demanded by all ladies who have not been touched by the taint of social degeneracy. The Manicure Lady "1 wish 1 could win a king," said the Manicure Lady. "Bookmakers propose to me very day, but I have never even saw a king." ' "Kings don't get you nothing," said the Head Barber. "The most one of them will ever do for you la to propose one of them Morgan marriages, and you're lucky It you get that much con sideration. Why don't you wish you could meet the ,right kind of ft tnflome American?" "I was thinking of this Gaby girt." said the Manicure Lady. . "Goodness knows, Georgt, It la pretty soft for her. Here she is In the land of the tree and the. home of the slave, getting $8,600 pur week, not because she is worth U M a artist, but because a minor league king made puppy love to her. They must have had a grand time together, them two. The poor little king getting a terrible nick in his bankroll every time he called, and the smooth little, siren getting colder and colder a the swift months flew by. And row, George, as I was sayl.it, tide Is this Gaby drawing town as much money for one week as three college pro fessors get fn a season. "Wilfred was saying up to the ':ous in rlfeht that he was thinking of writ- J lng a monologue for her with a few love poems for her to recite. Wilfred Is al ways thinking of something that he is going to do, but he comes .axiots so seldom that he Is all the time out of lunch money. Last night he wrote three odea and then touched me for breakfast money. The only kind of ode my poor brother can write the right way Is o-w-e-d. He was telling the old gent about this new monologue that he wants o write (or Gaby, and he even bad the nerve to recite one of the love poems to the old gent, mother and I. The poor boy don't know that the old gent had beta to cmo of them Brown October Ale parties the night before, and he did nt know the old gent was as bilious as a brown beti,-. This is the way be starts out reciting his love poem: " 'My name is Gaby. Gaby of the Ltllles, My father was a cabman, It Is said; I love to meet a lot of foolish Willies And turn, from time to time, a foolish head. Ah. Manuel. I love thee with a fervor Known only to a girl who loves a king. Whan I was broke you were my hf preserver; To thee I cling, Thou Easy Thing!" "Well, George, wnen the old gent had l.atened that far he gave a snort and put SS I 4T 'em! i i nil r . M.m v 'v i i i in- i n - - I sssssssTTIssMl-ll Ms gsllgsgsMHgMlMIMglgWssWsMI : : ' 1 Sherloclw the Monk THE EPISODE OP THE CONVERTED BATHTUB By Qus Mager CapyrltM. lgit. Nitioml Nw AitocUtlon. BUR.GLAR.S1. HURRY ' SCOUNDRELS - STOLE Mt DATUTUB I J f CL HM'. E.NAME.I ON THIS SILL '. IT WAS LOWffUD rxoM this wiNnavx I LET'S INVeSTISATC outside'. AHA! look at) THESE TWO ROUNCM HOLES'. THe ROBQElC A ON I 1 LEfifc EN SCHMIDT, MT DtARj vvtJq, QOULD CAST -si ins intsc 111 4 . N8s.sl WA ON 6TIUS i 1 vvtep r-zr LET U& FoUjQW THE TfSACfc. T J WELL, MY 0UCKSJLJ$ .V (OP IT THAN HE DOE&UfL, of the room he goes, needed straight for the library. Once he gets out there, seated near the sideboard he loves so well, he gets kind of mellow In a few minutes, snd hack he comes for more punishment. Wilfred haa been waiting for him ail this time, waiting because he knows that a few poultices will make the old gent stand for anything from Burns to blank verse, and then he recites this second love poem: " 'Manuel, thou art grand, my brave boy king! lo suppose you can support yo' gsl? If you can buy me one more priceless rinse. You'll be the dearest kid In Portugal! " 'My Manuel, true love is like a sea That beats forever on a sounding shore. Don't forget, sweet, to leave a check for me; If I'm not there, leave It beneath the door." 'The old gent didn't stand for no more, did he?" asked the Head Barber. "I'll het he ran." - -Hn-'-H. riMora." said the Manicure Lady. He was sound asleep." The Time to Run ly WIMFKRI BLACK "1 have been working for one firm for five years, and this year they tell us that wo are to have no vacations. I work very hard the year round and I an not get through without at least two weeks' rest, nnd I cannot af ford to pay for that. I hate to leave the old firm, but what would yuu do?" What's the mat ter with the firm? la it hard to get 0114? It It Is, stick lo It do a year without your vaca tion, or pay for it yourself, and you'll jiet It back, the minute the liusi n s a Is afloat again. You see the hear of the firm come down late in the morning smoking a fine cigar, and you meet his wife In the street In a brand new frock and see his daughter at the theater In a gorgeous frock none of these things really count. They may be Just a part of the bluff he's trying to make the bluff that's good to the firm when it needs going to save him and his credit and your salary, too. If the firm has been good to you when It waa prosperous, be good to It when It Is Irf shallow water and struggling for 'you as long us you ran. If the no vacation Idea Is Just the fad of some stingy manager or other, why, you might as well leave right now a any time and get done with It. This Is only the beginning. The man who cuts hla employes' vacations Just for fun this year will out his employes' salaries Just for luck next year. That's the kind of man ha Is and, besides, he's playing a Inning game and you'll stand to lone with him. No one ever made a big success In a small way, and they are not going to be gin now. A firm that has made Its way by the help of loyal, faithful employes won't go very far when t turns those same employee Into a disgruntled, surly, lll-eondltloaed lot, all taking up the time they should spend on their work looking around for a new Job. If you are competent, Industrious and conscientious you'll find plenty of room for you somewhere else. Take your two weeks' vacation on your own time and on your own money, and spend one-half of It looking for work with some one who will appreciate you and show that they do not with flatteiy, not with condescending kindness, but with good, honest return for good, honest work. That's my advice to you, little Miss Anxious. You must be rather competent or you wouldn't be with the people u long: or, whisper, maybe they are Just playing this no-vacation trick to get rid of you. Well, then, this Is your time to leave. If this excuse doesn't do It, some thing else will, and, above all things, when you do get a new Job and you leave your old one, leave It without one spark of bitterness In your heart. Business Is business. The firm you work for doesn't have to like you It they don't want to and It Is no crime to gtt rid of an old employe, any more than it Is a crime for sn employe to look for a new position when the old one doesn't suit any longer. ' . - Don't run about talking about the old "buss" nobody carea a whisper, about him but hla own family and himself. Don't worry about what he'll do without you he'e as tickled to get rid of you as you are to get rid of him. Remember what happened lo Cinderella when she didn't run home when the clock struck, end when you see the minute hand and the hour hand getting too Hose together, run and run with a light heart and good conscience. This Is a big world, and there's lots to do In It too much to do for you to stay with people who do not know enough to appreciate fidelity and ability. One. two, three there, It's time to run. V The Passing of New York By PEIICY SHAW. Horse cars have been discontinued on the old Ury Dock llne.Newe Item.) It used to be in our palmy days That visitors loved our quaint old ways; The farmr came In his motor new To spend an exalting month or two; To go to operas, see the sight, Mix with crowds, enjoy the lights; 1 tut most of all from near snd far Men traveled to look on our'famed horse car. The financier on hla way abroad To add a tone to hla sudden hoard; The mining king with hla Chinook bride. Who'd saved his life In a northern slid; The country teacher who knew that we Were gayer by far than gay Pares These answered the pull of that magnet star, Unique In the land our famed horse car. Accustomed to trolleys the compass wide. The country folks had a local pride; They ploughed by steam and they cut their grain With an automatic motor troln: Marvels soon pall as we alt know from speeding we lon; for something slow. And 'twas In New York, where all things are. That tourists gated on the famed horse car. In our farthest towns the children grew With promtAu of wondrous sights to view; The highest towers, the richest bav, The avenue and the Great While Way; Cinyons of masonry, mighty ehlps. World treasuieH uf art and subway trips. Hut best of all. where all things are. That curious thing our famed horse car. 'Twin nineteen 'Itven (the ' world will ay), Along In October or moving day. This reverenced relic sighed Its last. And sunk to sleep with a musty paat, Tlio town woke up when the news was known. Rubbed Its eyes and had to be ahown. Tears filled the city, where all things are. They were tears of Joy for the famed horse car. Desperate Desmond is. Claude Eclaire Laughs at Danger. Once Again He Wins Out Copnuat. isu. Muloul Mm By Hershfield litpi ff rf55SSnr-all fs5551 r-vi-r4 tote.1 -ft. i 1 ;iiliH(irr Vr-s Melt BtP&Rr A Ln-OJL Sty? icvlcJ uit H (mzkSN&u: RA" I X lour or this rseotciu rfe bail " rjT WQJXhlp-i3 - 0 l y Clauds Eclair, helpless Inside the hug steel shell, is about to drop Into the great vat of molten metal. It e terrible and for the hero of so many gallant adventures, specially as he wilt have to die without J ny one to ctteer him en, it I harder to ' be here when ther I no gallery than when a Urge crowd of friend I In the Bleachers. Not how skilfully the artist bring In the second picture ct this point. You ar left entirely In the air to what I hap pening to Claud. The suspense I trying. But w have to look at Rosamond her. The villain, Desmond Pasha, has forced her to don roller skates and keep skating round the battlements se that th chival rous Italian won't fir. Another traneltlont Shall w never know what has become of Claudef Here we th wily proprietor of a Turkish bath establishment getting eome free heat. Just as some of our big businsss concerns In New York get free water from th city. It I pretty handy to have smelting fur nace close to your Turkish bath, I It notf Plopl Claude In the hug shell ha Isnded In th vat But th proprietor of th Turkish bath ha stolen all th hest nd th shell Is unaffected. Claud quietly drill his way out and begins to plan a surprise for that arch-vlllaln, Desmond Pasha, who Is even more cruel than the cruel Turk themeelve esn ever be. It was a surprlss for Desmond. Claud, having passed Into th fort as Turk, forces th villain to crawl through a can. non and drop Into th water bslow. Rosa mond bravely jumps from th battlements, for she and Claude realize that In the Ital ian fleet lies their sole hop of safety for themselves and retribution for Deemond. "I'm the boyl" cries Desperate Desmond, "but I'd eooner be Hlctaner, the man who could live In the water I" Claude I carry, lng the villain toward the Italian ships.' and Rosamond, who Issrnsd to swim whs a :hlld as everybody should easily keep alongside them. Watch for etartllna d velopmenta.