Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, February 04, 1917, SOCIETY, Image 22
'I ioW le came to us from Freepori, Illinois ikvouK ana i By A. EDWIN LONG. It' almost a miracle that Omaha ever got Charles-E. Black at all. -' It's a greater wonder that it ever kept him as long as it haa. For he is a man of many adventures. Sev eral times he was sent for by the venerable long-bearded character with the sharp scythe, but each time the . scythe missed its stroke. The Pecatonica river sucked him i down twice. Then it yielded him Hp ' pan ions yanked at his coat collar'.' t ' , The great fire in the Elms hotel in J .Excelsior Springs was certainly sneaking up on him, and he was sound ' asleep, too. But he sniffed smoke, 1 leaped to his feet, threw on a coat, 1 kicked out a window, sash, frame and !hasp, and leaped for life after the clattering glass. He fell on the roof , of a building' below, all skinned up, but he saved his life and pajamas. , The tornado in Omaha smashed ' bis house flat about his ears, bruised I and gashed all the members of the ' family, and cut a firrrow in the back of Charley's head as long as a man's hand; but still this famous hatter, Ak- Sar-Ben governor, general hustler and booster, survives, and stands on both i feet like a thoroughbred. . A Why Black did not become a ro ' fessional stock gambler in the east instead of an Omaha business man no one can say. In Jreeport, 111., wnere ne was porn Little Stories Planted Cottonwood Fifty Years Ago. '; George Redman of the park depart ment takes a stroll every now and I then over to the home of his Aunt ' Addie, on the old Redman homestead ' at Forty-second' street and Redman 'avenue. In front of the home is a , stately Cottonwood tree, nearly six . feet in diameter and towering up in its majestic height far above the , bouse. , ' "I planted that tree more than ' fifty years ago it must be about fifty two years. I remember it very well My grandfather, Daniel Redman, owned the old homestead. I was a . lad of about twelve years when we drove Over to Hazzard s sandbar, back of Florence lake and pulled up some small cottonwoods with eur hands. We brought the trees borne in a bug gy and I planted this1 large one you see, in front of the house, where Aunt Addie still lives," said Mr. Redman. Daniel Redman, the founder of the Redman families and fortunes in .Omaha, drove from Blair county. Pennsylvania, in 185S in a buggy. He was in quest of a western farm and he located on a tract on the avenue which now bears 1) is name. A man .named Mucktebone started to settle . on this homestead, but Redman traded bis horse for the land. Where Wild Turkeys Abounded, If you had lived in Omaha half a century ago, according to affidavits furnished by some of the oldest citi zens, you could have shouldered a gun and sneaking down around Child's Point, you mighhave brought down , wild turkey. You could not have . done anything of 'the kind in recent ,' years, simply for the reason tltat the birds have not been here. , In Omaha you would have consider able difficulty in finding many people I who have shot wild turkeys in Ne braska. However, there is one person here who has the distinction of hav ing killed a wild turkey, right within the city limits. This individual is Mis. Jack Brengle, 210? Pinkney . street, and less than a month ago she shot a fat- wild gobbler out of the top of a tree in the front yard! of her borne. . .... - Jack Brengle travels out of Omaha tor a jobbing house and Missouri is part of his territory. During one of his trips into Missouri this win ter he got down into the Ozark mountain country, where wild turkeys re still found in limited number. He suggested' to one of his custom ers that he would pev a good round um for one of these birds. The cus tomer informed him that' he would capture the turkey and send it to Omaha alive and he did so, it arriv ing here recently. Wild turkeys in their native thicket, especially are not overly fat. At ' least the turkey, coming to Mr. Bren gle was not a fat one. To put flesh on the ribs, following a time-honored custom in the matter of fattening turkey, Mr.. Brengle shut this one up in a dark corner of an outhouse and proceeded with the stuffing plan. Omaha Goi Waiei? , five and where his bare feet tramped down the weeds of the school grounds, he was the greatest marble player in the town. He sent all the boys home weeping for lost agates,- while his own pockets bulged, constantly until his broken suspenders were a steady problem to his mother. "To this day," says Black, "I can t play billards, pool or golf, and I'm the rottenest whist player in the town, but at shooting marbles my challenge is always out to the world." Yes, Black; was a regular boy back in Freeport. He cried for bread and butter and jelly at his mother's apron strings for a time, wore bandages, on sore toes, played marbles, went swim ming, and, oh, yes, got pushed off a raft in the Pecatonica river. That was the time the river sucked him down twice. . He was out with a bunch of kids. Spme of them were excellent swim mers. Black could not swim at alL They were determined to teach him how. They had an improvised raft The way to teach a kid to swim, they thought, was to push him off the raft in the middle of the current So they heaved young Charley off. Next: instant he was trying to (drink the muddy river dry, and was wallow ing among the clams and turtles on the bottom. It was an awfully long way to the surface, but he finally poked his head out, gurgled for help, .drank more Picked Up He and his wife fed the turkey morn ing, noon and night, and between times. , All went wen with the turkey until one day when it was about ripe for the table. That particular day Mrs. Brengle was sitting in the living room of hep home when she noticed a dark object flit past the window, a short distance above the ground. She in vestigated and quickly discovered that the turkey had escaped from imprison ment and had, after circling around, settled in the top of a large maple tree in the front yard. The bird was at least seventy-five feet from the ground. It was too far to climb to it and being of the wild variety it could not be coaxed down. Mrs. Brengle is something of a markswomen when it comes to shoot ing a rifle. She remembered now that upon several occasions in a shooting contest she had hit the bull's eye and as she thought it over she could see no reason why she could not hit a tur key, tnougn she Dad never taken a shot at one. Getting her 22. caliber rifle, she went out into the yard and securing : i advantageous position, Ia in..!0.? l tu'k7nef nl1 fired. Instantly the bird came I rum bling down through the limbs of the tree, falling stone dead at her feet She bad shot it squarely through the head and death was instantaneous. The Brengles bad wild turkey for dinner the next day and several of their neighbors partook of it with them. Figuring the Mushrdom Crop. A. half section of good Nebraska land as clear profit every year, is thought by Carl James to be a whole some income. No, no, Mr. James' income has not yet reached that point, but he is looking toward it . Mr. James is just starting in the business of grow ing mushrooms in his cellar at home. Of tours this is to be a side line, for James is employed in the traffic bu reau of the Commercial club in Omaha. He lives south of Fairmont park in Council Bluffs, and each morning before he takes the car for Omaha he scrtaches around in the nice warm dirt beds he has made on the ledges in the basement, looking for the mushrooms to sprout. Now, as to the half section of lan(f he is to make each year, that is only one way to express the profit Of course it is conceivable that this could also be expressed in dollars and cents. In such term it would be about $32 400 per year. Here how "Jesse," as Mr. James is familiarly known to his friends, has it figured: "I know-an old fel low in Council Bluffs who takes 100 pounds of mushrooms out of his base ment every morning and markets them at 90 cents per pound. That looks like good pin money to me." , So three weeks ago "Jesse" carried a lot of rich dirt down into the base ment, fixed up the warm beds near the furnace, paid real money for some muchroom spores, and buried them, according to directions in a little book. Eevery morning he digs down muddy water, and sank again. When he came up the next time he was so full of water he could no longer gurgle, so two of the boys twisted his collar and pulled him aboard the raft "Yes, r learned to swim after wards," says Black, "bat not that day, nor in that particular way. I shall al ways insist that is not the way to teach a boy to swim." When he was graduated from high school he learned the printing trade. For ten years he fed printing presses in Chicago, Denver ami Colorado Springs. In Colorado Springs he was a printer on the Gazette for a time. S. F. Gilman came to the Springs one summer to see his family; Black knew the family, and through them met Gilman. He fished trout and shot chipmonks with Gilman for a few days in the mountains, and Gil man took a liking this young printer. "What the devil are you doing here. About Town looking for .sprouts, but has found none yet "I'll give them thirty days to come up," he says, "and then I'll get some new spores and try again. I'm not going to drop out of the game with merely one trial when I know 'that some fellows are. jerking down $90 a day in this business.", . Catching the Bootlegger Red-Handed. Just as prohibition has sharpened the wits and stimulated the ingenuity of liberal-minded Iowans, so also will it sharpen the wits and stimulate the ingenuity of liberal-minded Nebras kans who have not cast aside the ban ner of J. B. C. and taken up that of W. J. B. Here is a yarn, vouched tor by John Eddy, contractor of Water loo, la., which illustrates how sharp ened have become the wits and how stimulated has become the ingenuity of at least one liberal-minded Iowan. Some time ano some certain resi lent of Carroll ordered shipped to that point by an Omaha liquor dealer a barrel of 100-horse power whisky. l Ar.1 .1. .. . . V. . . . . . . I. she-Lttention or incite the .usp,, of some vigilant bootlegger chaser, he instructed the shipper to coat the cask with tar and otherwise treat it to make it look as common and inoffen sive as possible. Some few days later such a bar rel, consigned to one "John Smith," was unloaded at Carroll. For sev eral days it stood on .the platform unclaimed and, as days passed and still it was not claimed, the agent grew suspicious. The. oftener he looked at the cask the more suspicious he became until at last he decided to tap it With the use of a hammer he started the bung and, alas his sus picious were confirmed. The worst was true. "Licker, demon licker," he muttered through his teeth, and at once notified the town marshal. "Let 'er Uyj let "er lay," advised the sleuth, "and if any got domed bootleggers call fer it we'll nab 'era." . But the agent was not a close mouthed as the occasion demanded and the news leaked out. But he ."let 'er lay" for several days he "let 'er lay," and each day he wondered if anyone would ever call. Meantime the marshal had planted himself near by and lay in breathless suspense while he waited for some one to call for the barrel But no one called. One day, however, a newly em ployed chauffeur of a man-power baggage truck lost control of his ma chine. It sped, straight as an arrow, for the barrel, and crashed into it The keg was thrown lightly aside by the impact, and directly in the center of the spot where it had stood there was uncovered a neat round hole in he platform.- Some bird that was half smart had crawled under the platform and had bored straight through the planks and into the bottom of the barrel. He probably carried away the contents in buckets. "Ba Goshl" said the marshal , "Ba Caml" echoed the agent v Him poking around at the printing busi ness?"' said Gilman. "Come on with me." "What dor" asked BlacJt. "Come along to Nebraska and I'll show you," answered Gilman. Next Black found himself on the road selling flour for Gilman, for this Gilman had a-mill at Pierce. Soon Gilman started a mill at Neligh, one at Valentine and at points in Iowa. One day he called Black in off the road, and said. "You know that town of Omaha looks like a comer to me. I want to start a wholesale flour house down there. What dcTyou think?" Black didn't exactly know what he ought' to think to hold his job. i So Gilman thought for him. "You go to Omaha and manage the whole sale business for me," he said, and that's all there svas to it So Black came to Omaha and for nearly a dozen years managed Gil man's wholesale business. Then this wholesale establishment was sold to McCord-Brady, and Black was again open for suggestions. Black looked around for a few days, not long, for he is a man of quick Judgment and ready decision. He opened a hat store in 1900. "What did you know about hats when you opened the store?" he was asked recently. ' "Nothing," he answered, with char scteristic vivacity. "I- didn't even know what size I wore myself." What do you suppose is Harry Zimman's hobby? Picking up odds fools. Whenever our erstwhile city mayor and councilman passes a .hardware store he just can't resist the tempta tion of going in and looking about to see if there isn't a new tool he can add to his collection. He just pesters his-mother to dis traction to find Jiaa some odd jobs to do, so he can use his tools. If she bam t a doorbell that won't ring, or a rocker that squeaks, or door jamb that has swelled and needs a plane or an adz to shave it 4own the subject ot this politi (beg pardon 1) Mr. Zimman goes down into the cel lar where all his tools are stored and putters about, oiling them, etc., etc. When spring "comes, he is in his glory. Then he can haul out the garden tools, the sprinkling cant and the lawn mower and get a chance to do something besides gazing raptur ously at his miscellaneous kit Who would believe that R. A. J.eus sler, vice president and general man ager of the Omaha & Council Bluffs Street Railway company, is a butter fly chaser? Chasing the elusive but terflies is his bobby. In the merry springtime, when the birds and the bees and the trees are awakened to new lifv Mr. Leussler hies forth afield with his net to catch the pretty winged creatures. He has made a study of mounting and clas sifying butterflies. He knows the many varieties and is quick to recog nize a rare specimen. The butterfly part of H Is, however, not all. This bobby is the incentive (lint Vk "How Omaha Got W. H. - ' ... ' , Bivhoii.) The city smallpox hospital is on the mmssnx-iL n arc . tt The Omaha Sunday Bee Comb Honey 1 By EDWARD BLACK. A Dundee man pf erudition writes in to tell us that Greater Omaha needs i society for the prevention of hack leyed words and phrases. In the lords of Bill Bailey, "He-said a nouthful." The expression, "foul play," for in ;tanTe, is' used to cover a multitude A happenings. If a man is assaulted ind robbed on his way home, we say. he met with foul play." We might consistently use the expression in referring to children disporting thera elves with a segment of limburger c heese, for that would be "foul play," in fact as well as in fancy. But when i man is struck over the- head with in object harder than'Tiis head, and hen deprived of his money and other valuables, wc think it is violating the .anguage of our fathers to say he "met with foul play." Then, again, this expression has leen worked out, by the jokesmiths. They have used it in reference to playful fowls They have referred to the leisure time and activities of -hiekens as "fowl play." That is a foul joke and should be barred by the rules. The -city council sliould pass an ordinance, declaring it a misdemeanor for any person of sane mind to use the words "foul play" in connection with some dire misfortune such as the one mentioned. We should like to hear from Charles Wooster on this subject. Why not change the name of the city hall to "the city workhouse?" During the week an infant was born in a home on the Prettiest Mile. It was a "Pretty Baby." Ike Zimman has a new automobile. He says it is a nice automobile when it runs. A little service, please t We crave service 1 Civil service is in the atmosphere. The city hall is going after it It is a poor rule that won't work both ways. What we need is civil service for the conduct of those who are served by the servitors. When we enter a store we should not think that we are the only thing that happened and that everybody will stand at attention just as soon as we enter. "We should not imagine that the street car system is run for our indi vidual benefit nor should we think that those operating the system are striv ing to discommode us. We should remember that when we have taken our leave from this mun dane workshop things will go on just about the same, or perhaps a little better, mayhap. Everybody is talking about leaks these days. We know a few Oma hans Who believe their gas meters are leaking. This rumor lacks confirma tion. A week ago a large water main on th,e north side sprung' a leak. A leaky roof is not a desideratum. That is a new one, to say that a leaky roof is not a desideratum. Is the postoffice Colonel Fanning's tamninff irrniinrf? Is it? If not. why not? A man wishes to know. Here is a suggestion for getting rid of the ashes in your basement with out paying for having them hauled away: Save all of your paper boxes, fill them with ashes, tie each box neatly with a string and then some dark night toss them into the alley. of many invigorating journeys in the world of nature. Making chocolate fudge, divinity, pinuchi and other toothsome sweets is generally associated with slender lit tle wisps of high school girls, curly haired and generally baby-dolled of expression. But here is the Hon. George E. Haverstick, Ak-Sar-Ben governor, viw president of the United States National bank and last week widely heralded as foreman of the grand jury. , i Haverstick's hobby is making candy. He would rather beat up the whites of eggs and mix them with milk and sugar and boil the ingredi ents until they spin a thread from the end of the spoon far better than Nserve on the jury, ride a prancing pony all dressed in a white suit (I mean himself dressed in the white suit, not the pony) in the Ak-Sar-Ben parade, or even sit at his magnificent mahogany-topped desk, speaking lightly of millions and stocks and bonds and securities and such like. - Weeks before Christmas his friends begin to anticipate the candy they know he is going to make for them. The greatest tribute is paid him by Mrs. Haverstick. "He cleans up the kitchen, too, when he is through," she says. The hobby of John A Rine, city attorney, is mushrooms. Every spring he hies away over glen and moor in quest of his fungus friends. He knows them by their first names and by their scientific names. "And be it known that I never ate a toadstool in my life," remarked John Albeit when Cjuizxctl on this OMAHA, SUNDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 4, 1917. Nebraska Birdman Makes Good With Regular Army Squadron Lieutenant E. W. Bagnell, the Ne braska National uard aviator who has made good in the government service, is at home for a few days visiting his parents in Lincoln, and has been assigned to assist in the mus tering out of the Fifth Nebraska when it reaches home. At the completion of this duty he will be assigned to the aviation squadron either at Columbus, N. M., or San Diego, Cal. Two other Nebraska men, Lieuten ants Westover and Boyd, are now with Ruth Law and will probably qualify before the year is out. Lieu tenant Hillburg is in Florida and will return to Nebraska as soon as he qualifies. Lieutenant Bagnell made an especially gftod record in his tests. In his 'climb out of a field 2,000 feet square to attain an altitude of 500 feet within that square and in his test on right and left spirals with motor throttled the tests were marked by the judges "satisfactory." In the test where he was 1,000 feet in the air and required to. cut off mo tor and land within 200 feet of a desig nated point he landed within sixty feet of the point. In the test to land west Center street read, welcome every Friday. Visitors Eighty-five days until May 1. Three hundred and twenty-four days until Christmas. Forty-one days until St Patrick's day. A minute with Mr. Shakespeare: "This is the unkindest cut of all." declared a young woman as she re turned a tough piece of steak to her butcher. "Now is the winter of our discon tent made glorious," by the thought that the ice harvest has been a suc cess. t "Out, damned spot!" exclaimed the clothes cleaner as he attacked a diffi cult job. You can write a joke about any thing if you just try. Take, for in stance. Jay Bums, the amiable baker. who gives us our dailv bread. It might be said of him that he can raise the dough." Or one might say, "He is a loater, because he makes loaves. Omaha now has thirtv-seven va rieties of colonels, to say nothing of the Boy Scouts, the Daughters of the American Revolution, a boycott on eggs, legislature in session and trains running to Lincoln every day. No wonder New York is jealous of us. 0W5. sensitive noint of his ontdoor activ. ity. Of all of the flora and fauna of this neck of the woods he believes the mushroom is the most interesting specimen of natural history. He likes the mushroom because it is un assuming and also because of its edi ble properties. Mr. Rine recently took unto hlm- seli a new gasoline vehicle, which he expects to use to fine advantage next spring when on his forays for mush rooms. ' "This is the life," exclaimed Mr. Rine on a morning last spring when he returned from a matutinal mean dering in quest of mushrooms. He knows the history of mushrooms from the earliest times of the world. He is their friend and they are his friends. Captains Michael Dempsey and Henry Hehfeldt of the local force can hardly be termed Centaurs, or even expert horsemen, but when once mounted on their favorite "hobby," base ball, they can both perform equestrian feats to delight the most fastidious. E'en more accurate than the postoffice barometer are the faces of these two men. whether stormy weather, or fair and warmer, will pre vail at the station. But unlike the barometer, the elements play no part in their indications; a force more tangible than these, causes their storms and sunshine namely, Oma ha's fortunes on the diamond. If the team loses, reporters fail to bring copies of the parent sheet to the sta tion, but when Mr. Rourke's war riorsop, the entire building is bil lions with pink and green sheets. When we win reporters are laden with scoops, scajchcad and feature over an obstacle and hit 1,500 feet from same he landed 620 feet from the obstacle on the second test. All other, flights, including distance and altitude, were all marked satisfactory. Department oj Family Debiliation Superintendent Schreiber of the Board of Public Welfare office in the city hall is not easily disturbed or per turbed, but his equilibrium was almost placed out of plumb when a certain man of mature years'entered the of fice with a complaint against his law ' fully wedded wife. "Is this where you keep the family debiliation department?" asked the visitor. "You probably mean the family re habilitation department," responded Mr. Schreiber. "I guess what you said is what I am after,"' was the next statement. The superintendent explained that the family rehabilitation department of the Welfare board office was re cently established for the purpose of mending domestic jars. He aroused the interest of the caller when he stated that many familv squalls were due to comparatively trivial affairs and the kindly intervention of a third party usually results in restoration of pacific relations. "That's just my case. It was only a trifle that came between my wife and I. , She is a good wife, but she does want to be boss on some things and I kind of reckon a women should not be boss all of the time," con tinued the man of sorrow. Mr. Schreiber noted the troubled face, asked him to have a chair and calmly relate his case. "You may feel free to tell me of , the affairs between yourself and wife. It wilt be held confidential. We are here to help you. It is our pleasure and duty to reunite husbands and wives who are kicking over the mari tal traces," added the superintendent The stranger drew his chair up closer 2nd assumed a confidential tone. Mr. Schreiber was all attention. "Well, I will tell you just how it was. My wife, she done took my dice away from me; that's just what she done," vouchsafed the visitor. Mr. Schreiber managed to maintain his mental poise while he explained to the husband that rule No. 235 of the marriage code permitted the wife to confiscate dice found in the pock ets ot ner nussand. matter; when a lose is forthcoming which is the usual state of affairs "the gang" carries a smalt cluster of brevities to the insatiable maw of their city editor. Base ball is a grand old game, and when the two captains are not exercising muscles, in the strong arm of the law, they are engaged in a fanfest with their minions. If Pa gets tired of holding the reins of his players, either of the two will oblige. One thing is sure, if such should ever be the case, the Rourkes would ' either get in first place or in jail. Think it overPa. "Gosh, I haven't got any hobbies, man," says Harry A. Tukey. "I'll admit that nearly every fellow has one, but I can't see that I'm afflicted (that way. Unless, of course, you call selling real estate a hobby, then I'm guilty. Now, just a few minutes ago, I finished up a deal that brought me a pretty nice little score I mean, commission. That's one for this day, making one up, and, yes, two to play. That last fellow was pretty hard to putt but at that I made the deal in less than bogey. You see I can drive 'em pretty well, when once I get 'em on the T that's the hard part for most real estate agents. Lots of fel lows get a good deal on the green and then iliey can't putt it. As for me, it's my hobby when once they're on the green, I've as-good as got 'em in the cup. I can't land 'em on the bunker. So, you see, my friend, I haven't any hobbies; really I can't think of one. Of course it's too cold to Dlav these days, but come around again and maybe I might possibly think up real hobby for you."