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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (March 25, 1913)
Well, You Can't Blame a Guy for Trying!
Drawn for The Bee by "Bud" Fisher
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Minnie Snow and the
Letter that Never Came
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By WINIFRED WjACK.
They arrested licr In Chicago the other
day a faded, wistful, mild little woman,
carrying a pet dog done up In a news
paper. The dog's, neck
was hurt where ho
had been tied, nnd
Homo one told tho
nnd he took the
dog away from her
and killed him and
had the woman
sent to tho city
Jail for ten duys.
Poor thing, ahe
will probably bo
warm and fed for
that time any way.
.She has haunted
tho general post
offlco for months.
they say, the faded, wistful, mild little
woman, always at tho general delivery
window. Day after day she has crept
up to that window and asked tremu
lously, "Ih there a letter for Minnie
Hnow?" And day after day the clerk had
said, "No letter today," mechanically at
first, and then kindly, "So letter today."
"Why," paid the woman, opening her
wistful eyes very wide, "why, I'm Min
nie Snow; you must have heard of my
brother, hb is very rich. I expect a let
ter from him with money In it. He
lovod mo when I was little he used to
draw ma to school on his sled. And
now ho Is .Hch and I am poor, and I
wrote and told him I was hungry, and
when ho gctrf'tho letter he will be sure
tn write and send me money, oh, lots
and lots of money. He Is very rich, he
lias a fine dairy, as many as six cows,
and a houso with three bedrooms.
"They Bay he has a little girl; I win
der If he named her Mlnnlo; he always
said ho would name his first girl after
me, but that." said Mlnnlo Snow, smit
ing tremulously, "that was Just a Joke,
Seeing tht no ono laughed at the poor
little old-fashlonod Joke, Minnie Snow
smiled no more, but sighed, Bhook her
poor frowsy head, hugged her meager
body and went docilely enough with the
officers to bo locked, up for disturbing
And yet they say she was peaceful
enough In all conscience, only, of course,
It was a nuisance to have her always
expecting a letter and never getting it,
standing there in the sleet and snow and
watching the women who did get letters.
Young women, pretty women, Bayly
dressed women womeri with bold eyes
and Hps that had forgotten how to smile
as a child smiles sad women, shabbily
dressed, waiting, too, for letters and get
ting one sometimes, women who looked
furtively at every passer by when they
opened their letters and read them
But never any letter foi Minnie Hnow
never a one.
I wonder whero he Is, the "rich"
brother with the six cows and the fine
house with three bedroomr, the brother
who used to draw Minnie Snow to school
on his sled and fight any boy his size
who laughed at him for It?
Was she very pretty this poor Minnie
Snow were her cheeks round and rosy,
and what color was her hair before It
faded? Those poor, gaunt, trembling
hands of hers, were they ever little and
graccfut, and did any one want to kiss
them for being so pretty?
"Where Is her mother today? Asleep,
I'll warrant asleep somewhero in sotno
quiet graveyard in tjie country, where
they all lived together when Minnie
Snow rode so proudly to school.
Mothers always get time to write, no
matter how rich and great they may
become. I've known a mother who had
a house with four bedrooms who wrote
regularly to Women no sweeter to seo
than poor Minnie Snow. Asleep some
where this poor thing's mother, rest
assured of that, or she would have had
dome kind of a letter some day, somehow.
Tie "rich" brother, what is he like, I
wonder, and did he really love his little
sister bo much, and was he very proud
of her, and did he plan to do great things
for her when he grew to be a man? Poor
brother, perhaps life Isn't bo very rosy
for him, even with all his "vast wealth,"
I wonder If ho has a wife a 'tTdy.
sensible, practical woman, who wouldn't
even hear of poor Mlnno Snow coming
to visit them with 'her ragged clothes
and her faded face and her queer ways.
And does the wife make brother go to
church with her and heat1 long sermons
about "Rescue the Perishing," and does
she lead In the singing and know "Throw
Out the Lifetime" from beginning to end?
Is she a fino hand with the needle,
and does she make clothes for the
heathen and help to send missionary bar
rels far away?
Would she perish of shame If Minnie
Snow should find out where the brother,
who Is so rich and great, lives, and go
to visit them and he warmed and com
forted and made happy, Just because she
was Minnie Snow and onco had a brother
who loved her and was proud of hur?
Well, well, who can say? Poor Minnie
Snow, I hope they'll be good to you at
the Bridewell. You'll tell them all about
your rich brother, won't you? and how
handsome he Is, and how he loves you
and will come after you in a fine "rig."
Isn't that what they called It where you
came from, poor Minnie Snow?
Do you know what I believe I'll do? I
believe I'Usend you a letter myself, to
the Bridewell, and the one to the gen
eral delivery, so when you get out you'll
find one waiting for you. That will
show that postoffl'ce clerk a thing or
two, won't it Minnie Snow? He won't
laugh the next time you ask.
Here's good fortune to you and some
llttlo comfort, and may the memory of
that brother's face never fade In your
loving heart. And whisper, when he
hears where you are and comes to take
you home with him, maybe he will glvo
jou a little frisking calf, like the one you
used to pet together there In the apple
What a fellow he was to fight and
struggle, and how he loved sugar, too,
"Just like a human," your brother used
And he'll let you bring It up for a pet,
for after all what are you now but a
little girl-, grown old and very tired, and
a little, Just a little discouraged?
A Lonesome Business Man
My WINIFRED BLACK.
The businesa man Is an awfully good
fellow, so polite, bo kind and so lone
some. Ho makes plenty of money, nas plenty
of time and likes cosy little luncheons
and nice little dinners and a pretty face
across tho table from him.
And his wife won't go with him she
He feels terribly about It ho asks her
and Invites her, and bcgB her, and al
most commands her to meet him down
town and lunch with him and to meet
him uptown and dlno with him and to
go to the theater with him, and all she
says is, "No, Indeed!" Not even a thank
you, sir, and the stenographer is so sorry
for htm she doesn't know what to do.
She hail written to tell mo all about
it. "1'rri no sentimental girl," says tho
stenographer, "I've seen something of
life, arril .'this man Is tho fourth one
I've' known who had Just such a time
."They've told me all about It and
asked me to go with them. I used to
do It, but now I'm engaged and I can't,
but I'm sorry for this one, Just tho
same. Why will wives bo so foolish, so
short-sighted? Can't you give them some
How nice of you, you good stenogra
pher, and how silly of tho wives. I've
heard such a lot about those wives.
I've been hearing Rbout them for years
Sometimes men tell me about them and
sometimes tho other woman tells me
the woman who feels sorry for the men
and goes out with them herself. Just out
of gentle pity.
I wish I. could see one of these wives
myself, but I never have. Isn't It odd?
1 know hundreds and hundreds of mar
ried women, but I've never heard one
of them complain about her husband
teasing her llfo out to go places with htm.
Maybe they are sensitive about It and
don't like to mention it.
All the wives I know who talk about
their husbands at all say that the one
fearful fight of their lives Is to get Hus
band to stir out of the house,
Theaters he hates, bridges he abomi
nates; mustcales, he'd rather go to the
dentist's than be found dead nt a musl
cale. Lunch downtown, he's always too
busy; dinner at a hotel, he hates the very
thought of it, so noisy, so crowded, so
bright and glary, and so many silly
women peacocking around In fine feath
ers, so many Btupld men drinking and
smoking right In his very face. He's
tired of It; all he wants Is home, peace,
love, quiet and no big restaurant bills
to pay and no waiter to tip.
He wants Just one face to look nt the
face of tho llttlo woman who's bored to
death being looked at by Just one pair
of eyes. He wants home cooking, home
talking, home resting. That's the kind
of husband the wives keep talking about.
Sometimes they cry about It. 1'vo seen
them do it. -
"I'm so. tired of the same four walls,"
they say those who cry. "I do wish
John would take me out once In a while,
but he docs hate It so I haven't the
heart to ask him. Sometimes I make a
new paper shade for the drop light Just
to make the dining room look a little
different, and I read up Interesting things
to talk about, and all he says 1b "Huh."
Lonesome my husband I I'm the one
who's lonesome In our family,"
Odd, Isn't It? I wonder what's the
answer to tho riddle?
And as to the little stenographer who's
so sorry, I'm glad sho has a sweetheart
of her own. Some of those terribly lone
some husbands sometimes turn out to bo
a good deal of a uulsanco In a good many
ways after you've once begun to encour
agn them to feel sorry for thomsolvcs,
Ixmesomot Wife won't go to dine with
hlml Well, woll, I hopo I hear from you
after you'vo been married a year or so,
little sympnthctlo girl. I'd like to sen
what you think of tho lonesome business
man and his hard-hearted wife, and also
how you feel toward the sympathetic
stenographer who Is so rrndy to bo sorry
for him, in a smart restaurant with a
bunch of roses and a box of' candy to
toke homo afterward. The particular
stenographer who Is sorry for your par
ticular husband, for example, do write
and tell us, we'd all be so Interested to
A Matter of Habit
My MEATIUCK FAIRFAX.
"Habit Is alt I shall' have to report
when I am called upon to plead to my
conscience, on my death bed. 'Habit,'
says I; 'I was deaf, dumb, blind and
paralytic to a million things from
habit.' " Dombey and Son.
Habits, which encrust us llko barnacles
before we am aware of their existence,
begin when we are too young to know
what the word means, "Wo aro all
creatures of habit," we say as we grow
older, and expect that admission to serve
an an excuse, which Is only another bad
habit I hope my girls will nover acquire
There are so many million things to
which a girl may grow dear, dumb, blind
and paralytic, all from habit. Sho grows
deaf to tho tone of authority tn her
mother's voice; dumb, when giving her
confidence to her mother would bo her
greatest help; blind to the look of anx
iety and protest In her mother's eyes,
and paralytio when It comes to little
services that only a daughter can ren
der. By a strango perversion of human na
ture, these, little bad habits are shown
first of all to this ono who loves the girl
most. Unrebuknd by ono whoso love
is largely forbearance, tho girl's deafness,
dumbness, blindness 'and paralysis grow.
Enshrouded tn her own personal de
sires, she Is draf, dumb, blind nnd par
alytio to all tho rlRhts, tho wants, tho
desires of those around her. Tho dis
eases affect her In less material ways.
She gets out of bed" In the morning "on
tho wrong side," and Is blind to the
glorious sunshine. Sho Is deaf to tho
songs of the birds. The significance of
what It moans to have tho prlvllcgo of
beginning another day never reaches her
heart or brain.
A had habit Is a sort of moral par
alysis. If the slow, creeping sort. A gh-1
Is forgctftil today, careless tomorrow
and negiltfei)t ever after. In a way that
Is femininely characteristic, she regards
a bad habit as purely an evldenco of ma
terial untidiness. A binding hanging
from n dress skirt, n hell that Is run
down, n button off, are her conceptions
of personal bad habits, and a dressing
table covered with dust, an unswept
floor and carpet lint In tho corners are
the bad habits of tho homcmukcr,
Bad habits they are but not very bad
compared with the habits of a girl
whoso nttlto is beyond reproach, and to
whom a well-kept homo Is tho cardinal
There aro tho habits of Ingratitude,
gossip, lnapprcclatlon, thoughtlessness,
extravagance in attire nnd speech, de
preciation of others, Impatience, whin
Ing, fretfulncss, greed, fear, sensitive
ness, weakness nnd sickness.
She grows "deaf, dumb, btlnd and
paralytic, to a million things from habit,'1
and these habits, with a mental origin, ,
affect her physical and normal condi
tion till she Is no longer capable of do -fining
what a bad habit is.
It Is a good thing to ocastonatly take
a self-Inventory, Ono should look one's
self over with an unprejudiced eye, nd- i
mlttlng that a fault Is a fault and not
an excusable weakness.
Look yourself over girls, and label ,
every habit you find Is dominating you, ,
nnd put that hnblt on a shelf In your
mental storehouse. When you are done,
and I beg that you be honest with your
self, separate tho good habits from tho
bad, and look at tho result of your dlvl- .
If It Is favorable,, take care lost you ndd
prldo to tho shelf containing your bad j
habits, and. If the division-Is humiliating,
don't put among ydun bad habits onlt
marked "depression-" Go to work to get
rid .of the bad ihablts. It will not .bo,
easy. I agree, but n conscientious Inven
tory, taken every fow days, and ti deter
mination , to. make a better showing In
your mental storehouse will mako tho
task both posslblo and pleasant.
Autograph Letter from the Late King George of Greece
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Tn DfAitiBti dlcaittoii 1wavi aerva uun a flrat
rourae far lunch and dinner.. Delieloua houlllon. taatlns of
bief, (or chicken), veietabUa and delicate aaaaeadnjr. It mad In an
Inatant by almply dropping- an Armour Uouuion i.bu Into a cup
of hot water. Qroeers' and Drugglata' everywhere.
Write for free copy of Armour's Monthly Cook Book. Address
Armour and Companypept. Ml, Cblucs. ,
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Advice to the Lovelorn '
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. i
Anawer Itf (If Coll rap.
Dear Miss Falrfux: I received tho fol
lowing letter from a friend, and lmvo
been unable to find out what It means,
Will you please toll mo what It means,
and whether I should answer It?
Mon Amour, toujoursl
Voua dlsioz quo vous m'almasslez et
vouh nccoptatcs mon amour en rotour,
Vouru avez ensso ma esperances. mats
Jo vouh alme do tottto nm celur,
Du cour que vous avez casse.
This Is. a translation, and after you
have read you will not delay your reply I
"My lovo always! You told me that
you loved me, and that you accepted my
lov.o In return. Ypu have dashed, my
hopoB, but I love you with all my heart.
From the heart you have broken!"
It In I'roper.
Dear MIbs Fairfax: A. and B. wish to
know '1f 1t Is proper for a. young man
who Is engaged to be married to escort a
young 'lady homo at night after he leaves
his fiancee. Although this young lady Js
a stranger to his sweetheart, she knows
he Is engaged.
AI.UB11T AND BERTHA.
If ho failed to escort her home, It
would bo evidence of lack of gallantry. I
am sure If his sweetheart does not ob
ject, no one clsa should.
f n , r r
Jrt y- 1,
Dr Norman T. Johnson, now practicing '
at Upland, Neb., writes to The lit as
' In th spring of 1E87, while I was at-
tending the University of Toronto, To
ronto, Ontario, a fellow undergraduate,
William Alexander, wrote a sonnet, "Tu
Greece," which he published In the Uni
versity weekly, Varsity, Tho poom ex
pressed sympathy with Orec on th vs
of Its defeat In the war of IStf with
T asked the a.attar to sand a. extpr tr
the ktar f arettt, and In turn h re
quested me to do eo, I did eo on March
IX IQT, and received the enclosed reply
on April 17. This, I believe, la one or
the erjr few autograph letters In thU
country written by the late Ktnr Ueorge.
When the letter arrived I wa4 unfor
tunately away and the Janitor or the unl.
varsity somewhat spoiled the envelope by
readdressing It to me."
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