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The Girl and Her Mother
By WINIFRED RUCK.
So it was the dress of the young girls
you meet In the streets that drove you
' to hideous murder, was it, young Mr.
Degenerate? That's what you said in that
awful confession of yours.
y w jaa ft r
f 1 t YitH -
Well, I'm afraid
I don't agree with .
you. Your ' mind
vaa diseased and
perverted, and you
had let your will
power atrophy, and
so you did the aw- .
ful murder and
tried , to justify
yourself' by laying
th , blame on the
dresses of the
young girls ycu
passed in . the
That, is ever the
manner,, of your .....
kind some. .one else is always to blame
for all that you do-some one suggested,
some one hinted, some one tempted, , and
then you fell. No, no. It wiU not dp; that
exouse will never hold water.
And yet, these frocks, they really are
I- saw a girl on the street this very
day who might Just as well have walked
abroad- without a frock for all the tributa
her dress paid to ordinary, decency. And
she minced ' and strutted, .and , paraded
and ogled, and with her- walked.her
mother,' a good womn and- an honest
one. decently clad and really respectable
to look upon. ' '" ''- .' -
The girl? Oh, she was a young goose
who thinks that every man- who stares
at ' her admires her. She has not the
faintest idea of what those clothes of
hers really mean to him.
Bho sees him turn and look after a
painted woman In the street and runs
home and paints her own silly face to
make him turn and look after her, too.
She .watches him hanging around the
widow of doubtful character who tells
queer stories and she tries to make eyes
like the widow and learn some "odd"
stories, too. , ,
But the mother what in the world is
the matter with the American, mother?
At the springs where I' happen to be
Just , now, every day and every day I
see girls who look as if they had run
out of the house In the kindergarments
girls who look, .as. (f tbey were out of
place in decent society, girls who, from
their painted faces to their short, scant
skirts and their shrieking stockings, look
as if .they belong in some of the little
cages they show strangers in prtental
cities. .. i ; ; ,
And yet they are decent girls, lookinr
for a decent man to marry and ma
them the mothers of decent children.
But the mothers of those girls sit b
and hear them talk slang, and wau
them make eyes at strange men, aii
listen to them sing the songs that com.
from just one place in the world, an
that 1 the sort of place no decent woma.
is supposed to know is in existence a
all.- I wonder what thejrr thinking
"For when. I walk I always walk wit.
Billle," warbles one of those girls In u
scant skirt, a waist at her sboulde
blades, and a face like the face of -world-worn
Jeebel. "And when I dln8
I always dine with BlUie," and whe:.
the suggestive finale of the suggestive
song came, mama laughed with the rest
of the listeners.
Why, if a girl had sung such a song
as that ten years ago In any decent so
ciety her mother would have taken her
home and given her a good spanking,
and then shut her up in a convent to
learn better, manners. ,
How amusing the world must be to such
mammas. ,1 wonder if they laugh when
little Freshface runs " away with the
chauffeur, because he can "rag better
than any one she knows," as just such a
little goose did the Other day in Denver,
to the surprise of nobody but her com-'
placent mamma: t;
Toung girls' If ' the, nonsense stopped
with them It would be bad enoughj but
have you noticed mamma herself this
year Qf grace, pray tell?
. Mamma wears 'em short, too, and scant
and tight, and her stockings are as thin
as glrly's, and hee poor, tired feet are in
slippers that are jokes. Oh, mamma,
and her face. Oh, that tired, saddened,
cynical face under a girl's hat, the faded
wisps of hair, with the false braid pinned
on all too candidly, the juvenile walk,
the high treble laugh, the risky stories,
the queer songs mamma warbles with
her frock half off her back. i
Dear, dear,; I wonder if mamma doesn't
sometimes want to slip off somewhere
and be a "Ma" for a minute just a plain,
tired out ma, with feet that ache and a
corset, that will come off, and a face
that spells love and sacrifice and ' devo
tion and simple delight In the pleasure of
others. f" .
Poor ma-rand poor little daughter. Why
doesn't some one take them off into a
dark corner somewhere and tell them
what they really look like to real peo
ple? Maybe they'd behave for a while.
Do you suppose they would?
BUT A WAN WANTS TME FUU. PARTICULAR.
LAWYER LOUIE THE 5l MOUTH
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VIP Wi HER KOTrrERS EYES
AND SQOEALED- NO MAMA,
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THE PH.NB ANDjJET
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ALWAYS TBRUH BY n
A Man Pleased With Himself
By RKATRICE FAIRFAX.
"And In truth this was Richard's way;
whether glad or sorry, he must play With
his feelings and dress them up In fine
words, and dandle and make a show of
them." Tales from Shakespeare,
An Artificial Flying Fish
An Amphibious Aeroplane With Which a French
Aviator is to Hake a
Little Bobbie's Pa
Bf WILLIAM F. KIRK.
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"1 am a girl of 19 and In love with a
man of 27," writes M. A. H. "He calls
on me and takes me out on an average
of three times a week. lie Is a perfect
gentleman, and does everything In his
power to make me love him.
"Lately he has told me that I am too
young-looking for him to ever marry.
He said that I would be a full-blown
rose when he would' be a faded one. He
has broken my heart, and 1 don't know
how to act toward him. My love for him
is growing stronger and stronger all the
time. He still visits with me three times
a week, and should he do that If I am
too young for him? Should he continue
his attentions and make me love him
more and more, when he Is of the opin
ion that I will be a full-blown rose when
he Is a faded One, and that therefore
we should not marry t"
After reading the above letter It is
hard, to believe the writer Is 19. Her
absolute faith In the man, her Implicit
belief that ha means what he says, would
Indicate an extremely tender bud of 10 or
My dearchild, the man is like Richard
thg Second he likes to play with his feel
Inns and dress them up In fine words.
Paris-to-EflS'Iaiif 'r -1 ' a maKe ,10W 0
rip. ".them. 1 '
Down in his heart he hasn t the remot
est notion that he' will be a faded rose
when you, are full blown. Oh the con
trary, he la aa sure of the. reverse as he
is sure of your little heart right now. .
And that is why he says such oollstt
things. He enjoys tormenting you. ' .That
delight, coupled with the supreme one of
hearing himself talk are joys he can't
I am sorry you . love hlro. He , may- '
be, as you say, a perfect gentleman, but-,
even such super-excellence will not make"'
up for a lifetime with a man. who think
little and says much;' who has the verf
vap'd notion that knowledge and wisdom "
find expression in verbose and flowery
speech. Undoubtedly, he also write
poetry and the practical side of life op
presses his sensitive soul. ,. '-J
My dear girl, every woman In the worljj
who married the. man who wrote sonnet-
to her eyebrow had to support him aften
nard. Instead of hanging your head UkV:.
a poor wilted rose; m you are doing, yoi,
should hold your head high. Take him tr
his word. ' - ','p,
"It would be ' tragic," you must sa
to him. "to find myself a full .blown row .
In years to oome wedded to a man wh
has become a faded one. I will have no
more of you. My future mission Is to fln'4 '
a tender young bud of a man. who wlft.f
burst into full bloom at ihe sams tlm
I do.' Then we can hang, side by sidey
fading and drooping .away. In happy unr-
son. and shedding our petals into one,
funereal pile on the green grass beneath"
, . t
I am sure that such a reception of h!i('Q
soulful . emotions will cause htn tp UfU
his drooping head and decide that he is
none too old, nor a shade too faded, to
be your mate. . '. -
Meet fire wjth fire. Show that selfish
dreamer . that you also : have selflsTi
dreams. . He thiftks his eight years senlo--;
lty makes him too old for you; accept i
lUs decision and ha wjUl at once begin tij"
argue that he if not a day too old...
But Whatever you do, my dear, don't-,
pine. Touth Is spent largely In wasting-,
many emotions and exaggerating maav"
others. This man who is content to
monopolise your best years and seeks to
evade marriage behind a rose-trimmed
hedge of selfishness. It not worth on
pang. He is unworthy of a single regretn
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The Manicure Lady
I helped Pa out of a bad fix laBt nlte.
He had been out to a club party the nlte
becfoar, & he haddent got hoam until
four (4) o'clock in the morning. Ma was
asleep wen he got hoam, but I was awake
beekaus I had a toothache. I doant know
why it is that a llttel boy that has
neyvcr done any rong gltt a toothache
wen a spporty man like Pa that is all
the time making mistakes newer has no
toothache at all. .
Annyhow, Pa got In awful late. Pour
o'clock alnt any time for the hed of a
fanibly to cum hoam. So last nlte be
cairn" hoam at sis In the evening. He was
all shaved up. too. It Is funny how Pa
always, enms boim early ail shaved up
after he has been out all the nite toee
ftar.J i'surssoaa raouat married mfrt .if
Husband, sed Ma, what time did you
git hoam nlte befoar last?
Oh, sed Pa, sumware around 1 o'clock,
I guess. I never notia the time wen I
git In, sed Pa; bekaus I know that It Is
newer much after midnite.' I am a prttty
regular guy, sed Pa. Pa was looking hard
at me. out of the .corner of his eye all
the time. I guess ha was afraid I was
going to do like Jack Rose ft squeal. ,
The only reason I asked you, sed Ma,
was that I thought I heard sumbody
Btiimblln garoiind the flat about I this
morning & thought It waa you.
It was me, sed Pa. I got up to git sum
t guaes Pa wud haVe got away with
his -argument all rite, only he made
a mlatalk that a lot of yung folks h
old folks makes, be talked too much.
I toald yoa . I calm , hoad sumtime
around 1 o'clock, aed Pa. I boap, wife,
sed Pa, that you doant want to make
me out a liar.
I hawent tried to, sed Ma, wud
dent do it for the world, U anyhow,
sed Mi, after a man is of age it is prltty
hard to ma him oaver. Let. it drop,
sed Ma. - I am glad enough you are
her now that is enuff.
But I doant care to let It .drop, sed
Pa, not as long as you think that I
wud be such a cur as to stay away
from the only llttel woman I ewer loved
until 4 in the morning. All the time
Pa waa looking hard at me from out
of the corner of his eye., if thare was
ever a spanking in a father's eye it waa
in Pa's eye.
See here, husband, aed Ma. I Was go
ing to let this matter drop after the
manner ot the Naw York' system, Ma
sed, but I guess that you have over
played yure hand. You remember sed
Ma to Pa ho? Hamlet aed about his
mother that' she protested too much.
Now It cums to me, sad Ma, that you
dldent git into this peaceful hoam of ours
at 1 o'clock or anything Ilka that time.
Speek up like a man now, sed Ma, What
time did you get hoam?
I consider yure question beneeth a
anser from me, sed Pa. Bobbie, tell
yure-mother what time I got, hoam.
It waa about 1 o'clock, I sed. . '
I expected sum such anser, sed Ms,
You are a chip of thn old block.
I guess I am I toald Ma, but ha Is
a prltty good old blockv
Met fled Kwoeka.
"Johnny, you climb right down from
Mrs. . illlkin s lap! '.That's the only
nice dress she's got." , '
"I'm always glad to have you drop in,
Mrs. Chucksley; you never stay long."
"You mustn't watch Uncle Cyrus so
closely while he eats, Bobby. You're
making him spill his coffee on the table
cloth." "You looked just as nice as m.aj of the
girls there, Teaaia,- even if the young
men didn't ask you to dance."
"Don't be In a tourry, Dlnguss; I'm
really enjoying your cait When you
first came in I thought you wanted to
borrow money." Chicago Tribune.
One cliair Is ample during courtship,
but after marriage a five-room flat seems
too crowded. ,
Beaumont Maneuvering With His Hydro-Aeroplane.
The French "airman," Beaumont, who
won distinction last year in . his long
flights of aeroplanes over Europe, and
especially the one from Paris to Rome,
has now hydro-aeroplane which he is
going to sell to the English admiralty,
and he proposes to navigate It himself
to England by following the rtver Seine
from Paris to the sea, and then taking
flights over the English channel. Part
of the time he will be on tha water and
part of the time In the air. The pecu
liarities ot his machine will be noticed In
the Illustration. , .
Whether It Is on the water or in the
air,. It is driven by a screw actuated by
the same motor. When It traverses the
water the aeroplanes ere so disposed that
they dp not lift it into the air, though
they may add to Its buoyancy and assist
its progress by decreasing the) immersion
of the hull. .Beaumont regards this ma
chine as practically safe, as he says, the
aviator encounters no serious dinger
from a fall. Keeping always over or near
the water, If a fall occurs the worst that
Is to be apprehended is a ducking.
He has already' tried the machine on
the Seine, twioe traversing the city of
Paris, with satisfactory renulta. When
in flights it looks,, from certain points
of view, strikingly like a flying fish,
which Is the name popularly bestowed
upon It. . '--- ,
It was, I believe, in America, that tha
first successful experiments with bydro-
aeropL-iOi-s were mad. but Beaumont a
apparatus, it is claimed, has great ad
vantages over Its predecessors. It er
talnly looks like a very successful device,
and it will, no doubt, open the way to
many more improvements. In view of
the many fatal accidents which have at
tended the development of aeroplanes in
tended only for na in the air. It Is prob
ably that, in the immediate future, we
shall see the "airmen" turning more and
more to the amphibious type of machine.
It is' quite natural that Beaumont should
do so, because he Is an ensign. In the
French marine (his real name being
Conneau), and Water navigation Is con
sequently familiar to htm. This may give
him certain personal advantages in the
development of the new form of machine.
That Wgh authorities see great promise
In Beaumont's machine Is sufficiently
proved by the undisputed statement that
the English navy has agreed to buy It.
if it answers the testa Even the lay
men can see how wide Its usefulness
might be both in war and peace. It would
offer a ready means of communication
between the members, of a squadron, It
would carry despatches and perhaps it
could be turned Into some kind of a fight
ing machine. At any rate it might servs
for scouting In shallow waters, as well
as for reconnaissance from the air. It
would form too easy a mark for the
quick-firing guns of a cruiser to serve
aa a torpedo carrier, but there are or-
talnly a hundred other ways In which
could be employed.
For peaceful purposes It majr have still
wider uses. Beaumont's experiments have
already established the fact that It can
be navigated partly In the air and partly
in the water, along so crooked a river
as the Seine, and through the many ob
structions offered by bridges 'and boats
within the, limits of a great city. Why
should not a similar device attain great
popularity aa a pleasure craft? What
greater delight could be conceived than
traveling like a water bird, now in free
flieht and now afloat on a beautiful
lake or river? :
Perhaps, after all, man's final masters
of the atmosphere, as a highway, will
come to resemble more that of the duck,
which always keeps near the water
than that of the eagle, which finds no
dangers In the high air.
HOW DID ANCIENTS DO IT7
The famous "Iron Pillar" of Delhi,
which stands In the Inner courtyard of
the "Qutb" mosque, about nine miles
south of the modern city, has always
excited the interest of metallurgists and
engineers m well as historians. It was
probably ' made about 413 A. D., and
moved to its present site In 1062. As It is
between Zt and 2 feet high, 16 inches In
diameter at the base, and U at the top,
and probably weighs over six ton. Its
manufacture at so early a period as the
fifth century partakes somewhat of the
marvelous. And it waa rendered even
more of a manufacturing wondsr wh;n
the discovery was made some years ago
that It was a solid piece of welded
wrought . iron. . The curious yellowish
tinge of the upper part had led to the
belief that It consisted of brass or bronse.
The welding; together of such a mass of
metal in those primitive days, centuries
before the era of modern forges and drop
hammers, must have been a mighty
troublesome job for King Candra's iron
workers. Some years ago Sir Alexander Cunning
ham had a rough analysis of the metal
In the pillar made, which finally proven
it to be wrought iron. Sir Robert Had
fleld, a past President of the British
Iron and Steel Institute, recently ob
tained new samples of the column and
subjected them to a careful and very
thorough analysis-"the first thorough
analysis," he believes. The result was
as follows: "Carbon, 0.; silicon, 0.048;
sulphur, .006; phosphorus, 0.114; iron.
99.72; total 99.968." plainly a really ex
cellent type of wrought Iron, says Sir
Robert, and much to be wondered at
when the date of its manufacture Is
borne in mind. The small quantity of
sulphur indicates the use of an un
usually pure fuel, probably charcoal.
The absence of manganese, an element
usually present In wrought Iron, Is also
of interest The specific gravity of the
metal was found to be 7.8L-)
"There has been a awful lot oi talk
lately about the folks that are In this
graft case going Into cells and spending
some of the best years of their lives be
hind them grim, gray walls, George,"!
said the Manicure Lady.
"It would serve' them right," said the
Head Barber. "The worst' In the land
ain't none too bad for them."
"But that's the funny part of It," said
the Manicure Lady. "Tha reason I say
It, George, Is because the old gent brought
a rich friend of his up to the house last
night, a gent that had happened to violate
Sv.ne federal law, and had got pinched far
It. Of course, in a way of speaking, that
made him as much of a convict as some
poor devil that had stole a few stamps
out of a postofflce or slugged some vil
lage postmaster, but you have got no Idea,.
George, how much of prison life this gent
that wau calling on father told us about
He was kind of rosy-cheeked, middle
aged man, with a deep voloe and a happy
laugh. There wasn't any of them furtive
glances In bis eyes, except when he was
winking at Sister Mayme or me, and I
always thought that a gent which had
got out of prison had furtive glances.
That's what It says in the short stories
about prison life, anyway. Once a con
vict, always one." :
"Well," said the Head Barber, "what
ahout It, anyway?" , ,
Nothing about it," said the Manicure
Lady, "except that this man which father
had brought home didn't seem a bit down
cast about the terrible years he had spent
in the Castile." , ...
"You mean the Bast lie, corrected the
Head Barber, revelling in the knowl
edge that he had "put one over" on the
girl at the table.
"I mean a jail, whatever you want to
call it," said the Manicure Lady, "and
if it Is just the same to you, George, I
guess there will be no more conversation
this forenoon. It Is always kind of
dreary to talk with one whose soul Is
not tuned with yours. Go and hone your
raaors. Goodness knows they must need
it, from the wolfing I heard from your
chair this morning. .. Didn't I bear one
of your poor customers say that after
you had shaved him he knew how Mary,
Queen of Scots and Sir Walter Raleigh
must have felt when they died? Don't
try to kid with a helpless girl like me.
George. , I might get the best of the j
argument But as I was saying, this
cheerful old ex-convict had nothinng
but the kindest words for the lock-up in
which he was locked In. After be had
told all about the different courses they
had at every meal, and the tine cigars
that be-had In his rooms-(he called it
rooms" instead of "cell," George), be
went on to tell how sweet and trusting
the warden was.-1 He said -that the war- i
den let htm go anywhere except to , the;;
next town, which was a dry town any-.;
how. ' .... .., ,,,
"He must have been smoking, George.1'
By the way, what does 'sugar mean,'
when it Is used as slang?"
"It means money," replied' the Head"1.
Barber. "It means money in the case! j'
of your ex-convict friend,' that is spent .
to get special privileges." ' ' ' ' -;
"Gee, George!" explained ths Manicure',
Lady, "ain't there nothing except money--'
nd graft left In the world?" ; ' '
"I guess not," said the Head Barberr),
"A man with money can come pretty
cloBe to comfort anywhere." ' 1 v ' ;
"Even in Jail?" , ' " ' 1,,
"Yes, even In Jail."
"Gee!" exclaimed the Manicure Ltfdy, ,
"Then I guess that even after It is ail '
over Mister Becker ought to get atong
kind, of good." - - v-
From Corn to Rubber
That will be a'dellghtful day when the
farmer can take a bushel of oorn? dumfV
It into a machine and, take out at the
bottom a fine rubber tire for bis auto
And since Prof. W. H. Perkin of Man
chester university, England, has finally
succeeded' In making true rubber out ot'
corn or any other grain, or' from po
tatoes, this day seems reasonably near.
The rubber made, it is claimed, is tb
every respect like and equal to tHe1
product of the tropical tree, but eve,h
more durable. , i
The process of making this synthetid"
rubber, as it is called, looks simple. The
corn or potato pulp Is fermented, turning
it Into fusel oil. ; This is then treated,
with hydrochloric acid and then witf
soda lime, producing a, liquid known as
Isoprene, which Is called the "parent" of ;
rubber.. This Isoprene Is left in a sealel
vessel for three days in contact wlthr?
sodium wire. When the vessel is opened
the mass found inside is liquid rubber.
Whenever, as in this season, the corp.,
crop is unusually heavy and the groweiv
Is threatened with low prices, a new usev
such as for the manufacture of rubbe'rv
will tend to hold up the market for 'corn?';
And should the new material lake the
place of "native" rubber, we shall hear
no more tales of cruejty from the remote.; '
rubber forests, or wails from automobile?
owners about the high cost' of motoring
St. Jjouls Republic , t . .
Pretty- clothes some times make a girl ' ,
forget -the things her mother 'used j. ;
teach her. . , ' - . 'sc : ,
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