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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 14, 1912)
8 THE BEE: OMAHA, MONDAY, OCTOBER 14, 1912. Th e ee'g Hne Mafa z 1 SILK HAT HARRY'S DIVORCE SUIT The Judge NeveHJetstoi Drawn for The Bee by Trd ' fr . li I1" w . . A ..... i if - . Married Life the Third Year Helen Clears Out the Closets, but Finds it Hard to Throw Things Away. . By MABEL IlERUEHT UltNEB. V- "Do you want thee boxes, ma'am?" "Tes, get everything down from those shelve while you're up there." Deita handed down tne rest of the boxes, then climbed heavily from the rather shaky step ladder. When she bad gone back to the kitchen Helen sat down on the floor and began opening up the things. What a lot of stuff! What could she do with tt allT " While their "new apartment would have more rooms, the closets were smaller, and she must condense and throw away. The first box was filled with old hat trimmings, too good to throw away, yet would she ever use them? Here was a black wing from a winter before last hat. It was an expensive wing and Just as good as new. ' ' p And here werei those krvely silk roses from that summer hat aha had bought at Allouise's. She handled them almost affectionately. It had always been such a becoming hat 'Surely she could use these roses on something else. And these were the lavender plumes she had In tended to have dyed. . In all that box there was, after all, nothing she could throw away. The next was a roll of patterns. At least she could make away with some of those. ' A skirt pattern tied with, a bit of blue and white foulard the material she had used. How could she ever have thought 'that full pleated aklrt attractive? this was the waist that went with tt What b!g sleeves and wide revers! A kimono ..pattern she would keep that. Kimonos were always about the same. . Cut when she tied up the pattern pack age, St was much smaller. That much she had gotten rid of, and the tissue jpaper would be good for packing. The next was a shoe box. Those beaded slippers shs had bought at a salt for II. tt. They had seemed small, but the clerk had assured her that with thinner how they would be Just right : Tet even .Z.wlth her sheerest silk stockings they had still been too small, and she bad never worn them. . She took off her shoe to try one on now. It was tighter than ever. Were her feej getting larger? Helen had al ways had a very email foot 2V4B. And the thought that she might now have to wear a t was far from pleasing. The slippers went back Into the box. The only person ahe knew who could wear her shoes was the washer woman's little glrL But aalr of high-heeled beaded slippers would be hardly suitable for her. Perhaps some time she would find some on" who could wear them. The next package was small and neatly wrapped. She felt It Inquiringly, pome of these things had been, packed away so long, she had forgotten what they were. Oh. yes, that sofa cushion cover sb had never finished. It was made of tufted squares of Bilk, but It looked ab surdly Id-faehloned npw. Styles change in sofa cushions as In everything else. Tet there was the silk and cord and alt the work she had put on It Perhaps Delia would like it. She called her from the kitchen. "Delia, hre's a sofa cushion you can have It you think you can finish It It'll be nice for your room." . But Delia was never grateful for any gift She never seemed to appreciate anything. And when she took this with an ungracious. "I ain't got much -time for fancy work," Helen turned back to her boxes, once more vowing ahe would never give Delia another thing. She al- ways regretted it tt always made' her uncomfortable.' , A roll of leather trunk straps Wed together with a couple of shawl straps And she had "thought them lost! They Isad looked everywhere for" these when they went to Europe. She laid them 'aside to be used in moving. A cumbersome brown "pap! bundle she opened up one end. Her gymnasium suit. What could she do with that? She would never need if, and as'ye't'she had f'rtind no one to give It t. And so one thing after another she unwrapped and wrapped back again Mot of them she would probably never umi. ,t3rt they were too good to throw There is nothing more discouraging than at. overhauling of Closet shelves and old trunks. And Helen'a mind was never one of prompt decisions. She had always to hover over and anguish about a thing before shs could really decide what to do with it Bo now she was apendlng a whole afternoon and making- but Uttls progress. When aha opened the bandbox with her winter hats she forgot how late It was The black velvet would have to Ds re blocked and tha crown made lower How would that black, wing look Instead of thta feather?, Again she opened tha box of trimmings Before aha realised it she was trying the effeot not only of the wing, but of most of tha other trimmings on all of the three hats. . ; . What a lot of time she was wasting! Hurriedly aha put back tha hats and trimmings, guiltily conscious that this was not helping to clear out tha closet She could plan her winter millinery some other time. Now she must get these things straightened up. So again she lashed herself back to tha difficult and depressing task. -"Hello, what's this! Well, you do look a sight" . .'.,..'-., "Oh, Warren, I didn't know you wars coming so early,", and Helen rose hastily painfully conscious of her . soiled wrap per and disarranged hair and of tha Ut tered, floor about her. "Nice mess you've gophers. Golnn' to throw avy all this truck?" . Some of It." weakly, "Oh. dear. It's so hard t decide Just what to throw away.'1- ' Hard? Weil,, it wouldn't be hard for roe. Wouidn t take me long to clear out that stuff. Tou'd look better It you'd rub that smudge off your nose." Helen retreated hastily to the mirror. Oh, she was a sight! And she could never' bear for Warren to see her at a disadvantage. "Well, you're not going to fool around here and make dinner late, are you?" he demanded, j , . "Oh, no dear. I'll Just shove these things In the bottom of the closet and go over them .tomorrow," v "Huh, end waste another day? Finish It up now you've got half an hour, Chuck most of 'em out Tou want to keep everything that's the trouble with you." . ' 1 ' ."But, dear, there's so many Clings you can't throw away. Here's some things tor Instance." "What are they? Trot ,'em out? I'll show you how to make way with things." Well, here are your, boxing gloves. Tou don't want to throw those away, do you?" ... . "Should say not. I ought to take up boxing again. What's this?", as she handed him another package. 'Those buckskin leggings? That's a fine thing to have it we ever go camping." Without comment Helen handed hlra two other packages. "By Jove, that's the cigar box I won at whist What'a It doing packed away?" "Why, dear, you never use it Tou said It didn't keep the cigars motet enough, and we can't have so many things lying around." "Well, I want this kept out I may use it Now, what's here?" aa he un wrapped a pair of ice skates., "Leave these out. too. Keep my things where I can get at them!" "But Warren, you haven't skated since we were married.'? n "What of it? That's no reason why I never. will, is It?" ' "Well, here, dear,' is a box of your old college pictures, flags - and things. thought, maybe, you " might look these over and throw some of them away. 4'WeIl, you thought wrong. If you've got. enough room for all your rubbish, guesa ' you can' keep-' a few college sou venirs of mine." v Helen looked up triumphantly. "Now. can't you understand, dear, how hard it Is to throw things away? Don't o! see you've wanted to keep all If your things?" ;. ..; ''My things? Oh, k'e icr things you want to throw away That's it Is It? Just like you! Tou cram the whole place full of your Junk thin can't "find room for anything of mine." And he strode angrily Into his room, leaving Helen to hastily shove the things back Into the closet anyway, to clear the floor. ' To try to show him how unfair and how unreasonable he was sh4 knew the hopelessness of that So she swallowed the lump In her throat stifhng her sense of resentment aa beat the could, and hurried in to dress for dinner. ( DOFrV HpGWW THE : AJXT BOV . HAD BEEN GCHTOW WTH R A LlrC OB DEATH MESSfl6e MD ritiDJNO ft Convenient spot HE LINGER E 70 FINISH : V fteD'NO A CH APTfTR OF BLOOEY DEN THE RRffDftVli. OF THE OZAfercA WITH A TEPRlpYlNG VSU 7He INXANS CLOhEDlN ON BEN READ'HEPMAN. "BEN AliOWCD THEfVTrOGG VWHN PISTOL SHOT THEN HE HOlLEPED, "IF A MAN TR AVC Li ED A. MOUSE TROP CONCERN WOULD HE BE A SWARE DRUMMER OFFICER CULA COP.1 Somebody's Sweetheart (halt!) 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CATER PILLAR CRAWLED ON THE D0APDIN6 HOUSE TftDLff WOULD IT NAWE THE BOTTCRFLY" r AT TH 13 TIME OPTHe NIGH rrseevjs YOU SHOULD BE J rj AROUND HERE fim TEU- roe who APE THAT PUT THE1 PATCH Iti DISPATCH By Nell Brinkley Copyright 1912, National Mews Assn. 7 s - The Greatest Tax By ELBERT HTJBBARD. The greatest tax on humanity is not the tariff, war, strong drink, tobacco or or ganized superstition. These are all bad enough, but there is a tax more terrific than any of these, and that Is the tax placed upon efflol- , ft!'.''; . ency through inef ficiency. , If 90 per cent of our people are 31) per cent inefficient, and 10 per cent are totally inefficient, as Harri n gton Emerson, : L o u I s BrandeU and Koger Babson say, figure out - the increased burden that falls on those who are able and willing to work! The number of workers who go ahead and do the thing when they are told once is not large most people have to be carefully supervised In order to get results. ' Inefficiency comes from mental inde cision, with physical weakness and wrong education as a causative base. The success or failure of a business in stitution turns on its organization. Wise organization minimizes the cost of super vision. It makes it easy for all to do right and difficult to do wrong. . According to Fourier, each employe pays for his own supervision. This is true up to a certain point and as a theory. But actually jthe theory fans down in the case' where 'ah employe does not earn enough to supervise himself; then the tax falls on the-concern. Just as In in dustrial schools the scholar may earn someming, oui me aencu ia maoe goou by his parents, awHo pay his tuition and board. In most prisons the prisoner does a cer tain amount of useful work, but seldom does he earn enough to pay' his Way. The balance is made up by the state. In all Ineona oovlllma (ha n n t on t a ... cmrMVlttAf) to work, and 'some do.' But If a patient can do enough work to pay h la way he is discharged as cured. The only reason for sending a man to either the penitentiary or insane asylum is that society finds it cheaper and more expedient to keep, him Inside the. walls than to. let him run at large. ' Every big store, shop, factory and rail road has a certain number of helpers, who not only do not earn what they are paid, but who form a tax on the concern. They may be high up or In the reai; ranks no difference. If you get enough "workers" who do not work your concern is beaded for the rocks. It will not do to say that every employe pays for super vision. Some do, of course, but there are many who can't And the cost of. the supervision of such is thrown on the In stitution, and eventually Is paid for by that ubiquitous person, "the Ultimate con sumer" that's us. '-:,, ' i" All idlers, all professional reformers, all "educated fools" all inefficient men and women are supported by society. In one form or another. The fact that they have no visible means of support makes' the man invls- Ihla whn annnorta them, but we are all contributors to their board and keep, ,., ' The task of civilization Is to eliminate the. social parasite. And the recipe ,1s: Educate tor usefulness, not for honor. Copyright. 1913, International Newa oervito. r The Manicure Lady HE'S A LUCKT MAN, WHOEVER HR IS "Father was on his high horse again last night," said the Manicure Lady. "The old gent has been that way s,o much of late that anybody would think he never dismounted a rough rider or something of that kind. '' '','' ; "As usual, George, poor . brother Wil fred was the fall guy,' aa we are learn ing to say at the church sociables. He made the old gent sore by laughing at a song dad wrote for a meeting of the new lodge he bad joined. The name of the song is "Brotherly Love Can Never Fall, Because It Is the Best of All The only reason that poor brother Wilfred laughed was because this new lodge that they draggp.d father Into isn't a regular lodge, ono of the fine eld lodges It is a lodge called the Moonshiners, composed of one organizer and a lot of yeggs. That's one thing I've got against the old gent lie is all the time getting in wrong. "If a lodffe started tomorrow that was made up of the fifty finest citizens In New York or anywhere, father would be sleeping too late in the morning to get up and Join It; but amy time there is a lodge or a club rtartod whcee criocinal object Is to k7; honor and &aobey all the laws cf reveler good fcUoirehip, the old, gent la one of the first men there, with beTs oa. It atat that be wants to be wrong, George, becau&e txj dad is Cnc, but he Is alt the time wlta then hei bars and trying to aid itlissei: isto thmk- inr tfcet they sre Roofl boys. That's a lwi! rsrt Getrse.' : 'WcS." said tl Head Barber. sr!ttt "Ch. tec 8CDg TTSS 3o HL3Cfc. tlllA the araofcmrc Lady, "tecazse ft ted a K of StatenaT stefT K. tost WTt&ei tSSOeS he -& aaea aJroot tte wvy tSat r aaa Hi tegetltec. I font tSinft fltttsr ffiil a tst. 3ao st fibrt. feet mcy I &ct a wni eamr Jsj. TMs at t?D wy U ftsi txsb cad caesrn went- fH M3 It t jncai. anst tfcraa, nairt. yuo can eztSez St Sot an sr I eta 1J to get WO- '"'rvar rsvrt o 6a trnfty V TTSUfc fcfcsotirt fmpimity . ' la ajrr eld cuemmmiltyt f tsoJiArtr tent niKfed rsml tfre Eoip rooni tables, ve- scrfre imrcb sa w ere able. Ta tWak f whtt Cafn o'id to Abel &ore brothertx saver ' ' "Tou can't go any farther with that son;?," said the Head Barber. "I belong to the Eagles, and I won't stand for to hear anything said about a lodge." ' "I ain't knocking no lodge," said the Manicure Lady. "I was only telling you what the old gent wrote, and he meant It on the level for a boost, too." i "If-he meant that to be a boost for a lodge," said the Head Barber,. "I don't blame your brother for picking it to places. As tar as I know, that is the only good thing your brother ever did, little' Bobbie's Pa, By WILLIAM P. KIRK. pal per the other day, sed Ma to Pa wen. we' was having our brekfust, wich toa'd how every father shud maik a chum out of is son & tell him how to succeed in the grate battel of life. " The artlckel must , have , been a good one. sed Pa, beekaus, after all, it Is the father that shalps the desUny of his child. The mother cannot know what the father goes thru. Pa sed. , ' . , Tou must have went thru a ttttet today, sed Ma. Tou had ten dollars wen you left the house last nlte, & this morning wen I was looking for a farthing to tip the boy that brought the eggs all I cud find was a groat. A groat ain't much to find out of ten dallars, sed Ma. What did you do . with all the? other littel groats?, , ' , ,. I had to pay um bills, deerest luv, sed Pa. If I had not had to pay the bills I wud have had more munny than' I hal after you had went thru my pockets, sed Pa. . . Tou are giving that, word had a merry game, sed Ma, & it mite have rung true to me If you had sed it a few less times. Do . you know, husbsnd, sed Ma, you are what I mite call a had husband. Tou had so much munny on a certain day & didn't have it to show the next day. - Ton had a chanst to rite a comick opera until the producers got a other man. Tou had a bank account onst. Tou had a ehanst one time to marry a heiress. , , 1 . Why doant you stop being, a bad' guy and be a 'have husband? Have a home, have a automobile, have sum horses A stables & have sum sects to the opry, eta' Thats the kind of a person to be if you want to be a reglar married man & a noable husband ft father. Tou can do it if you want to ern enuff munny. Ten. vff. I mc Bed. Pa. but let's sto talking about munny ft talk about that Sunday artlckel. Doant you think the artlckel was rite wen It sed that a mao Shud make a chum of his son? Doant you think that I have done that ewer since littel Bobble got oald enuff to trail around with, me? Tou newer toald me that yure father was In a Federal prison, sed Ma. -h I dident say that he was, sed Pa. I meen that he was away beekaus he dident want to ee in a r eaerai prison, lie was too proud .to stay in a prison, ft he dident have-enuff v munny to git Brites diseese, Pa sed, like sum peepul I know that got out of doing thare little bit But X want you to keep that in yure mind every mhmlt tha part about making a chum out of your son. Ma sed. Cherish that thought ewer. . , AH rite, Bobbie, sed Pa let's go to tha ball galm. But you was going to talk me out this afternoon, Ma sed. Sure, sed Pa. you are my chum, too, All of us is going. -
