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The Omaha Sunday Bee i r ITU. HowO matia OMAHA, SUNDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 11, 1917. Comb Honey By EDWARD BLACK. Yes, we think the grand i"7 should probe the high price of soap. If cleanliness is next to godliness, how can we expect to have a godly nation when soap is soaring so high that the poor man is threatened with the pos sibility of being required to take his matutinal ablutions m soapless water? The soap manufacturers say they wash their hands of the whole mat ter. Well may they wash their own hands, when they have the products for the accomplishment of such a purpose. Somebody suggests a boy cott of soap. Will we hare to return to the days of home-made toft soap? Wf hone not Is soap to be barred from the daily fife of the proletarian? This would be a prolific subject for the social science section of the - Omaha Woman's dub. When the grand jury 'adjourns, let's all revive that ancient and hon orable game of postomce. A base chad asseverates that in all military engagements the correspond ent should be elaced in the front ranks, so they may get all of the news. Rank idea, we think. "Lios That Touch Licker Shall Never Touch Mine" is an old song, but how would it sound hereabouts after May 1? Thrift has entered the ring to com bat High Cost of Living. Every body endorses the principle! of thrift, but it woold seem that the limit is being pressed when attaches of the state farm at Uncom resort to eiec trir llo-htu to inveigle nerfectly re snrerable hens to break egg-laying rrrnrd. In Alaska thev are blind folding chickens to induce sleep dur ing the weeks ot unproken oayiignt. Wnen is a nen not a nenr ia Lamentation. In the midst of life man is in debt. He was made to mourn and pay coal bills. After the coal bills, then the feminine spring sartorial orgie. If he isn't paying bills, he is worrying for fear he is going to have small pox or barbers' itch. In the winter he expects his water coil to blow up and in the summer he journeys to his wife's folks and calls it a va cation. He wears chin whiskers to avoid his creditors. It is too hot or too cold; the fish won't bite or the boat leaks. Street cars are cold, policemen are never to be found when wanted, plumbers are predatory, milk . men are mean, icemen are independ nt, coalmen are cruel, realty men are robbers and it is fifty-fifty between the disciples of Esculapius and the men who know the best route to the cemetery. ' r An Exaltation. The joy of the universe is man's lrgacy. There is, the bright sun shine to warm his being into new life; there is the refreshing rain which bids the sealed messengers of nature unfold themselves in glorious rev elation in the springtime. Flowers, redolent with fragrance and painted with the colors ot the rainbow, nod him a cheering whisper. Bird fill the wild-wood with their paens of praise. The sunset fills the west with a majestic glow. "What purple tints have kissed the morn but newly." Loves and friendships there are for him who will have them. There is the mnsic of the mother's lullaby as she soothes her babe to sleep. The irritations of the day's work take flight in the press of trooping joys. Man was not made to mourn, but, . "Into each life some rain must fall. Some days must be dark and dreary." Fainter, paint me a picture; not a. nnini nirture. but a oicture of a mere man with a corncob pipe in hit mournful mien. He is standing on the edge of a walk in front of a ttore. Qrofe Hilary of Omaha . AMe troth an d nntratii Urate fit to inow m n. A. UKUn. Chapter I Introductory Having been invited to contribute an article to this page each week, it occurs to .me that it would be well to write something of a learned -nature. something that will have an educa tional value, somthing high above the merely humorous contributions which I find, around me, so that my column will stand out like a beacon light in the midst of the page. I have decided that it would be welt to enlighten the people on the his tory of this great city of Omaha, to give them something that parents may read to their children, that may, in fact, be used as a text book in the public schools. I shall do this work in no trifling manner.- I shall go back to the ear liest times and shall relate many gantic beasts, roamed these plains and hills which are now covered by big buildings or browsed over by the lowing cattle and the bleating sheep. Most historians do not go thus far back into history.. But, as I stated in the beginning of 'my history, I shall be thorough. After the mound builders came the Indians and the buffalo. The sim ple red men used to camp on high school hill, doubtless not dreaming that some day this wonld be the seat of learning. (It is such little speculations and imaginings into the past that add to' the interest of a history. In this re spect my history differs from all others and this is largely the secret of its success.) For many centuries the Indians lived in Nebraska, not even dreaming of the existence of white men. They H e had a vxxn money trom star a PREHISTORIC .'ANIMALS COMING- UP-fARNAM things that have happened and have not become known to the ordinary historians. Nebraska has existed since the ear liest times. Long before Columbus discovered America the ' land which we now call Nebraska was here. And researches indicate that it was in existence at least 40,000 years ago and maybe 4,000,000 years. At that time the world was far different from what it is today. It is probable that land extended all the way from the east coast of this coun try to Africa ana Europe. This was the continent of Atlantis, which has disappeared, long since, beneath the ocean. Of course, in those days there were no railroads and its is extremely im probable that the . inhabitants of Ne braska visited Paris and London as frequently as they do today, In fact, those cities were not then in exist ence. . I The people of Nebraska in those days lived in caves and mounds. The ichthiosaurus and the dinosaurus, gi- 8TREET dressed in paint and feathers and often very little even of these. Trou sers, shirts, neckties, overcoats and hats were totally unknown to the simple red men. They needed them tot ' They never had to worry about high prices. When they needed meat they just shot a buffalo.- Cereals and gar den truck were equally easr to get. for the squaws raised them, besides doing all the other work. All the red man had to do was fight and hunt, both ot which he liked. When we look around us today, should we pity the red man of the plains or envy him. Ah, who knows ! Here I will end chapter I of my History. Chapter 11 win tell ot the discovery of America. Questions on Chapter I. 1. How long has Nebraska existed? i. Who inhabited Nebraska betore the white men? 3. What is it that adds to the in. terest of a history? 4. How did the Indians dress? tor his .....V 4 111 ,Ai t . 4 t to f jym m 1 J r, Wl THE. VERY FIRST A5FRIN& STYLE SHOW He had promised to go shopping with his wife and begged the privilege of maintaining his vigil on the walk. The wife is inside of the store. She told her husband that she would be gone "lust a few minutes, dear." Her idea of fewness is one of those ex pansive, generous kind; it means any night ot time trom hve minutes to one hour. This mere man, whom we would have pictured as one of the unhonored heroes of his generation, is seen puffing his corncob pipe. He fears a policeman may observe him standing in one place for an unseem ly time without evidence of purpose. Finally the evidence of his purpose emerges from the store, exclaiming, "Did you wait long, dear?" If Dr. Harold Gifford should be summoned to appear before the grand : : u l- i.. - i .... :. jury, wvuiu lie m guuu vc wiv ness? ' By A. EDWIN LONG. Any one of a dozen large cities in the United States might today be claiming W. H. Bucholz had not Senator Joseph H. Millard sent for him te years ago and brought him to Omaha as cashier of the Omaha National bank. Oakland, Cal., had him for a while. Norfolk, Neb., once claimed him. He fed a printing press once in Lincoln, and but a short time before that he was plowing stubble behind a team of mules in eastern Iowa. Today he is first vice president of the Omaha National bank. But, as Cleopatra ably says, "There's not it." His early life was more interesting than his career as a big city banker. On the farm in eastern Iowa Bucholz had a distant cousin who kept an aggregation of fighting dogs and - fighting cocks. There wasn't much other amusement in the neigh borhood, so young Bucholz trotted out every Saturday night carrying fighting cocks and leading bulldogs for his gamy cousin. The cousin matched the fights, and Bucholz yelled "Sick-'eml" "I remember one dog in partial- Little Human Interest Stories Picked Up About the Town Review by Archbishop Harty of Cardinal Gibbons Autobiography Here is a brief review of Cardinal i Gibbons book, "A Retrospect of Fifty Years," according to your request: The interest that this work excite it threefold: First," it it a keen pleas i ure to follow one so venerable and to beloved through the eras and events that the book records; second, we realfee its great historical impor tance, and, third, we feel its salutary effect 'Indeed, it grows to be an unconscious and edifying autobiog raphy. It tells the history of . the V atiran council, convened in Rome in 1869 by Pius IX, which defined the papal infallibility; it gives a very in teresting personal diary kept by the author at this period; also a descrip- nnn and an introductory explanation of the presentation to Rome of the cause of the American Knights of La bor, which saved this organization from condemnation and it presents a fine series of papers and magazine articles prepared for various occa sions. The cardinal tells us that he is the last of the fathers of the Vati can council and we certainly honor him as the only living witness of that memorable assembly. When we loi low bis graphic narration of the as- " setnbly as a whole and of the personal members of it we are impressed with : the vastness of universal truth and of the world-wide membership ot the church gathering together bishops from every country on the globe. Eu rope, North and South America, all of the Oriental nations and Oceanica. ' The author aptly likens the council 1 to a second Pentecoste. Two points in the proceedings he emprasizes the deliberateness, conscientiousness and thoroughness with which the matter proceeded and the full liberty of speech that, was accorded to all mem bers of the body. The succeeding papers in the book on questions of national or sociologi cal interest show not only genuine, , painstaking attention to the various matters considered, but likewise the author's earnest allegiance both to country and to faith. His work it a sincere expression of Catholic Amer tcanhood and will well repay the read " tnr of it ". -j. . The work it also the expression of the author's personality, giving the elements of this with originality, sin cerity, frankness and good will to all ' tocn, no matter, what then; color; or II V 1 i Warning or Just a Hint? C Foster Browning, a young Phila delphia literary man, who spent sev eral days in Omaha last week, got a new angle on a sign in his hotel. This is a bronze sign placed at the door of each room which reads; , "STOP. "Have you left anything?" Of course, it is intended as a memory-jogger for travelers, so that they will make sure they have left none of their belongings. "I presume," said the facetious Mr. Browning, "that this sign is placed here by the chambermaids union. A very clever sign I" And so saying, he solemnly placed "two bits" on the bureau of the room he was leaving. End of a Perfect Day. Howard, the 4-year-old son of G. N. Hypse, vice president of the T. G. Northwall company, was being put to bed at his home the other night It had been a turbulent day. His vouthful spirits had effervesced to the limit Reprimands, a couple of spank ings and a shaking had been adminis tered in the effort to make him walk in the straight and narrow path. The little fellow had finally been put into his "nightie" and was being tucked into bed. He hadn't said anything for sometime. Fnally he looked up at his mother and said: "Mamma, is this the end of a per fect day?" His mother hastened from the room to avoid weakening discipline by any untoward display of levity on so solemn a subject. ! And Howard went calmly to sleep, not knownmg that he had added to the gaiety of nations. money unwisely to the neglect oi those depending upon him, the county court shall adjudge him a spendthrift and appoint a guardian to take care of his money. But, as a matter of fact very few Nebraska women have taken advan tage of the law, according to Ray Ab bott, assistant county attorney. " No record of a woman asking a county jndge in Douglas county could be found in the county clerk's office. "Many wives would be glad to take advantage of the law if they only had known it," said Assistant County Attorney Abbott. "It certainly beats getting money out of their husbands' pockets." Here is another right that a woman has exclusively under Nebraska laws: Married women can sell their prop erty without the consent of their hus bands, bhould hubby decide to dis pose of his property, the consent of his wife must be secured, i lar," said Mr. Bucholz, growing rem iniscent "He was half bull and half bloodhound. Nothing -could ever lick him. He fairly ate up the other dogs. We thought we were having great times. Soemtimes it resulted in a man fight, too." But young Bucholz grew tired of trotting after fighting dogs and same chickens. He knew there must be more serious business in the world somewhere. One night when he had unhar nessed the mules, fed them their corn and milked the old red cow, he staffed into his sock what few dollars he had and fled for the nearest town. He would be done with the farm and the dogs and game chickens forever. There was nothing to it all, anyway, he decided. He bought a ticket for Lincoln. His rooster-fighting cousin was at the time working as shipping clerk at the State Journal plant. He wanted to go there, too. The agent routed him through Monmouth, III. A 15-year-old lad, away from home for the first time in his life, he arrived at Monmouth at midnight. He saw other people climbing into a 'bus, so he climbed in, too. Splashing through mud for a mile or more, the 'bos halted at a hotel and unloaded the crowd. Young Bucholz supposed the 'bus ride was free. Well, it was not. The hack driver stepped up to him to col lect. "Right there in the lobby, too, with all the people standing around," said Bucholz. "Imagine me. I had to roH down my sock and get out a quarter. It was, very humiliating to me, a green country boy." No, the 'bus man never got him again. When it was time for the train to leave for Nebraska and Lin coln, the "bus man drove up and the crowd piled in again. All but young Bucholi he had no more quarters to spare, and besides it was annoying to have to take down his garter each time he paid a fare. Still he did not know the way to the depot. It was dark, too, and muddy. The young man decided to follow the 'bus. Splash, splash, it went chugging along the sloppy road. The lad followed as fast as he could on the sidewalk. The 'bus traveled faster and faster. When the sidewalk ended he took to the middle of the street. .. The horses struck up a slushy trot, and Bucholz, panting hard, ran to keep within sight of it The thinnest kind of a crust of frost had caked over the surface of the mud. "I broke through at every jump," he said. "My socks-and my trousers were mud, water and frost to way above my knees. I was a sight when I stumbled into the depot." At Lincoln lje began to feed a press in the State Journal plant. That was thirty-five years ago. He might have worked his way up there as far as the bindery at' least, for the boss sent for him several times to try to persuade him to serve an apprentice ship in the bindery. He refused. He was feeding envelopes into the old-fashioned press, recently har nessed to the steam powrr. The old foot-power pedal was still there, bob bing up and down between his legs as the steam rolled the wheels. It was awkward to stand over this flop ping steel bar, and Bucholz grew tired. He was a tall lad of 15. as thin as a knitting needle. This standing sb was hard on his back. He got a box and sat down to the job. He was fast at the work of feeding envelopes, but that made no difference when the boss came around. It was agaraat the rule just the same to sit down So the boss carried the box away and gave the lad instructions as to just how to stand so be wonld not grow tired. "I stood after that" said Bucholz, "but I never mastered the art of standing there so as not to grow tired." This job suited him little better than carrying game cocks for his cousin, so he went to Norfolk and took a place in the Norfolk National bank. Banking suited him better than milking cows, handling dogs or feed ing printing presses. So he stayed there twenty years, the last five years as president of the bank. The Central National bank of Oak land, Cal.. then wanted him. The got him. too, for he went there and stayed two years. He might be there yet, but ten years ago Senator Joseph H. Millard, president of the Omaha National bank, heard of him some wav an wanted him. Senator Millard was in the habit of getting what fit wanted so he reached out and brought W. H. Bucholz to Omaha as cashier of the Omaha National bank. Today he is first vice president, and is geographically nearer back to the old Iowa stamping ground than he has been at any other period since the night he trotted after the 'bus with his change in his sock. Nazi Week Dow Omte Got hm W. Metcalfo. Everybody lias a afe Yo liT5 HoMy! ' Ilk . CARDINAL GIBBONS. creed or political alliance. It is the same noble personality that has been evident on all public questions, dis cussing these so sanely and always ready to give an opponent a fair hearing, 'the same personality to whom we are indebted for being mainly instrumental in the upbuilding of the greatest Catholic institution in the United States the Catholic tmi wrtit. , J. J HARTY. Supreme Rights of Nebraska Women. Ha, ha, hal It's just been discovered why the women of Nebraska are slow to become hysterical over equal tuf- frage. The married women of Ne braska have more rights now than the Yessir, state laws favor married women more than they do married As an example: Does Mr. Husband spend too much of his salary for din ner when a bean sandwich and cup of Java would suffice, does he buy silk socks ana cravats when his pocket- book can only allow cotton hosierv and plain cravats, does he occasionally go to tne snow ana take a box when a two-bit seat is all he can afford. Does he? Well, all Mrs. Wife has to do is to go before the county iudee and declare that her spouse is a spend- ttiritt, ana the court will turn over Mr. Husband s wages to Mrs. Wife. It's perfectly so, for the laws of Nebraska allow it. Just call your hubby a spendthrift from the witness chair in the county court room and the judge will agree with you. Then Mr. Husband will have to be content with you dolinc out the nickels and dimes for his lunch and show nights. It beats pick ing his pockets all hollow and besides jt's much safer. The statute provides that when a man with dependents spends hit Charles Lane of Union Pacific fame could qualify as a chef if he should decide to quit railroading. His hobby is cooking. And he can cook. Probably because he does not happen to have wife may be the reason he has learned to cook. His Welsh rarebits are just dreams. His executions with chahng dish are marvellous and he is equally as dexterous with a cas serole. Me knows how to prepare potatoes au gratin and in several other lamtuages. His spaghetti dishes are the last, word in solid nourish ment. And, as for his salads words become impotent when trying to do them justice in any way other than by eating them. By the by, it is noted mac utr. unf is nimseu a suostanuai recommendation of his own cooking. He does not cook all of his meals. but does cook many of them flock. TJiey must have been worth handling With care, for the thieves came in a big, handsome, soft-cushioned car to get them. They had the crust to stop after midnight right in front of my house. The neighbors saw the car standing out there and thought some one must be sick and that the doctor was there. I slept through it all, however, and didn't get wise until I went to feed the chickens in the morning." cooks by inspiration feels like it. Henry C. Cook, retired sergeant of police, has one hobi,y to which he dewtcs nearly all of his spare time, and which brings him a return of not only a considerable sum of cash every year, but affords him genuine pleas ure. This "fad" is bee culture. ' When Sergeant Cook was not en- He I gaged m his police duty, one would and when- he "My hobby is raising chickens, and getting them stolen from me," said J. W. Metcalfe. "I bad $125 worth of chickens Once. and then some ehicken thieves' in an automobile made three raids on the coops in two months, and the result was that I had a half dozen chickens left. . - .- ,. "I was raising good stock, too: I had paid as high as $5 apiece for sev eral blooded ones, and had a fine be. sure of finding him in the back lot of his home at 4521 Parker street. Many years ago a swarm of bees took possession of a tree near police headquarters and threatened every one that dared to come within a dozen feet of the place. Cook had beep reading about bees in some magazine, and he managed to induce the swarm to enter a box. With this swarm as a starter, he soon had thousands more. Today he is, perhaps, the best known bee man in Nebraska. Every year Sergeant Cook sells hundreds of gallons of hooey, many pounds of wax and great numbers of quality bees, which he raises. Bee culture is one of his favorite topics of conversation, and Sergeant Cook knows his subject inside out. "Bees are the smartest thingsalive. not even excepting human beings." said Cook once. "Among the human beings, you'll find a great many damn fools and drones, but among the bees you'll find very few fool bees or drones in proportion to the number. I actually believe that bees have a. religion all their own. The majority work hard, attend strictly., to their own business, help their friends and pay their debts. The 'dishonest bee has no place in their system. of life, and they soon get rid of him.- As a class, just compare the bees to ourr selves." '. - Somehow when nature was gather ing together the component parts of C. F. Harrison's brain, it got hold of a strange fascination for a city And. although at that time it was not working in Omaha Harrison was not born here that fascination for a city was tacked to the brain cell right next to the name of the metropolis of Nebraska. It so happened that the proximity of . the two brought about the results which , all friends and acquaintances of Harrison have remarked since they can remember anything of his personality. He has always had a fascination for Omaha. Omaha is his hobBy. His slogan, which has come to be known as his by every member of the Omaha Real Estate exchange and the Commercial club, his office partner and stenog rapher, his wife and relatives, his friends, and all, is "Put Omaha On the Map." Harrison has attended nearly every meeting of the National Association of Red Estate Exchanges and through him the name of this city has gained more prominence and a better rcpu- . tation probably than through all the things that have ever been writ ten in the national prints. He is now ia Winnipeg. Canada, extenaing the fame of Omaha. "Put Omaha On the Map," "Roost Omaha, "Make Omaha a Better City," "Pull Together for Omaha" all these are just as much a part of his every minute's thinking as the question of how he himself can make money for a living. That he is not always right in his plans for making Omaha a better city is not here to be said it's just his penchant for things "Omahan," his propensity for trying to improve his home town that here is meant to be recorded. Right or wrong, as others may see it. he it prompted by that Jit f "Omaha Drain, cell'' n:at nature "aw i.im.and is working ever on his own plans. Omaha is his obsession: putting, Omaha "on the map" is Harritoo! hobby.