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    The Omaha Sunday Bee
i r i ir.
Comb Uoney
The Old Home Town.
One of the interesting experiences
of life is a visit back to the old home
town after an absence of years. A
ride from the depot in a motor-drivrti
vehicle bearing the trade name of a
peace-loving, well-to-do Detroit citi
zen is a feature, of the occasion. The
rickety old bus of your memory is
disintegrating somewhere in the yjl
lagc. It was a good old bus in its
time, "but it done broke down." A,
ride in it reminded you of the an
atomical divisions you learned in the
physiological lessons at the village
school. The driver always had a
cheery word and the lantern he car
ried, had a sort of welcome-to-our-city
suggestion. Today you find a
motor bus wtth a pair of glaring
headlights and a horn that would
waken a dinotherium. You wander
along Main street in search of fa
miliar places and faces.
Over yonder is a large square
house set back in a clump of trees.
That is the house where you were
born. The wooden walk of your
memorv has been replaced by a con
crete surface. The old oak tree in
front of the house still stands as in
the days when you basked beneath
its cooling boughs, or frightened your
folks by climbing to its topmost
branches. "The little wondow where
the sun came peeping in at morn,"
brings back memories of the long
ago. Beneath the kitchen window is
the spot where your mother placed
her pies to col on a box. Other ten
der retrospections are flashed upon
the screen of memory as you step
from scene to .scene;
As you wander on and on, the old
school house looms up as if to greet
a friend of yesterday. In this school
you learned that the earth is round
and is covered by land, water and
the Platte river. You recall the times
you recited "A soldier of the legion
was dying in Algiers," or "Listen, my
children, and you shall hear of the
midnight ride of Paul Revered Your
favorite teacher is married to' John
Fenncr. Your recollections of John
were that he could not move fast
enough to catch cold, let, alone catch
ing a wife. Visions of John, dancing
in the cornfield with a stalk for a
partner, flt through your mind. John
just stucx to me son ana was noi as
slow as some folks thought. He is
selling hogs at $15 a hundred, im
merses himself every week in a regu
lar bathtub, has an electric milking
machine, plows with a tractor and is
talking of learning to play a banjo.
It is refreshing to wander back to
the old home town and browse1
around among the placet and faces
that you have known.
Visualize a full grown man singing
these words of the refrain of a popu
lar song:
"Everybody loves a baby, that'i why
I'm in love witl you.
Pretty1 baby, pretty baby;
And I'd like to be your aister,
brother, dad and mother, too,
Pretty baby, pretty baby.
Won't you come and let ine rock you
in my cradle of love?
And weMI cuddle all the time. Ohl I
want a lovin' baby and it might
ai well be you, '
Pretty baby of mine."
Be right to ay that i seamstress
might know a few things about the
seamy side of life? , .
Height of Disappointment
Is to be seven -miles fri m the near
est box of matches, fill your pipe and
then miss fire with your last match.
Slipper!, -s
"New French Slipper Salon, reads
a local ad. Which reminds us of the
old-fashioned slipper salons of which
we were one of two attendants.
""Visit and Search.
We hear much these daya about the
right of visit and search jn connection
with the freedom of the seas. What
we want to know is whether this right
Qroks His W of Qmak
AHflie irutli and untrutK thats fit io kiow
By A. R. CROH.
Chapter VIII First White Settler.
Manuel de Lisa was the first white
man to settle in Nebraska. He was
a bold man and wore a high white
collar that came up to his ears and
the points stuck up above his chin.
Of course, he wore this only on Sun
days and when having his picture
taken. He was also enterprising and
Manuel bought himself a little gas
oline launch and in 1807 be started
from St. Louis up the Missouri river
to trade with the Indians. He
reached Bellevue, where he stopped,
and established a trading post and
named the place Bellevue, a name
which has continued to the present
day. Then he went on up past
Omaha and established another post
near Calhoun, which he named Fort
Lisa, after himself.
He must have made an impressive
picture in his high white collar and
long Prince Albert coat, steering his
chugging boat up the river. One can
imagine how the simple redmen of
the plains must have been filled with
wonder and amazejnent, for never be
fore had a gasoline boat passed up
the Missouri.
He returned to St. Louis that fall,
where he overhauled his launch and
made some minor repairs and estab
lished the St. Louis Fur company.
Every year after that until 1819 he
would make the trip up the river. In
fact, he lived at Bellevue and Fort
Lisa, returning to St. Louis only in
the spring for supplies, gasoline, etc.
Some historians make a great deal
of the "energy" of Manuel de Lisa,
basing their contentions, no doubt,
on the thousands of miles he traveled
up and down the rivers. It would be
almost impossible to propel a , boat
Jlanutl dtlis yirfm Up iJte2ij?ludiy
these great distances by hand. My
discovery of the fact that he used a
launch explains the facts and does
away with the trader1! reputation for
great energy.
He had a wife, Polly, In St. Louis,
and he also had one, at least, in Ne
braska, the latter being an Omaha
Indian woman.
When he made his spring trip to
St. Louis in 1817 he found that his
St. Louis wife had died. So he mar
ried another. After they were mar
ried some time he told her he must
go back to his trading post in Ne
braska. "Ah, then, I will go with you, Man
uel," said his wife.
"No. no, you mustn't,", hastily ex
claimed Manuel. "It is dangerous
and there are hardships. I cdufd not
take 'my own' away from civilization
to endure the hardships of the fron
tier." You see, Manuel was getting into
a tight place because he didn't want
his new wife to know about his In
dian wife in Nebraska.
"Not another word, Manny, dear."
his wife cried. "I will endure hard
shins with vou. Dander will be picas-
ant when I am by your side. I will
be your helpmate in every sense of
the word."
What could poor Manuel do? He
had to take Iter along.
He was very moody all through the
long trip up the river. And no won
derl He was wondering what would
happen when his wrves met.
His Indian wife was waiting for
him on' the dock at Bellevue. dressed
in her Sunday beads and with their
Vte migfit ie on tfe
wvesiling mat Had fie not
go fa scissors f?od on tJ?e
iniiMcal instrument iuszness.
2(rs. Jrlisa M i greek 'J(iv. dr liia M. 2
two children by her side. It was an
embarrassing moment for De Lisa and
for the two Mrs. de Lisas. The In
dian Mrs. de Lisa rushed up and threw
her arms around Manuel's neck as
soon as he landed. This started a
terrible rumpus.
The St. Louis Mrs. de Lisa de
manded to know who "this huzzy"
was and the Indian Mrs. de Lisa
grabbed a tomahawk and tried to hit
the other Mrs. de Lisa.
The Indian police interfered then
and carried the two Mrs. de Lisas
off to separate places.
The conduct of the Indian Mrs. de
Lisa was magnanimous later on. She
brought their two children to Manuel
and gave them over to him and we
hear no more of her. Romance de
lights to think that she, perchance,
went off and died for his sake. But
we know not.
The other Mrs. de Lisa stayed at
Bellevue for a year and then she and
her husband went back to St. Louis.
Manuel died there in 1840 at the
early age of 48 years. Romance de
lights to think that he also, per
haps, pined away and died through
grief because of his lost Indian wife.
The other Mrs. de Lisa didn't do
much repining, but lived right on to
a good old age, dying in Galena, 111.,
September 3, 1869.
The story of Manuel de Lisa teaches
us the folly of having more than
one wife.
Question! on Chapter VIII.
1. What was the peculiarity of Man
uel de Lisa's neckwear?
2. How many wives did he have?
3. Did he appreciate the self-sacrifice
of his second (white) wife?
4. Describe briefly what happened
when his white and red wives met.
extendi to the matrimonial leal to
the extent of allowing a wife to vilit
and search the pockets of her hus
bands trousers r
Except Wrath.
Miss Bessie Randall, superintendent
of the Visiting Nurse association of
Omaha, says: "We nurse everything
except wrath.
Better Babiei.
We hope that this better baby
propaganda will result in teaching the
hahies the imoronriety of sleeping in
the daytime and raising high jinks
after the curfew rings.
Mayt. ' ' ' 1 . '",
An old bit of advice is that if you
eat an apple it will appease the crav
ing for a drink of malt, spirituous or
vinous liquor. Every day will be
"apple day" m Omaha after May 1.
The suggestion Is made that if
pedestrians would wear tiny peri
scopes in tneir nats tney mignr, avoia
More Scuds.
Now is the time to make two pota
toes grow where one grew before,
Who's Who.
Prairie' Park citizens are clamoring
for an article on "How Omaha Got
Doc Connell."
Naw la the Time.
Now is the time for all good men to
come to the aid of their country.
In that historic little town, where
Sebastian Bach wrote rhapsodies
with a goose quill j, in the little town
ripped to pieces by IMapoleons can
non when the Cossacks were slashing
his flanks; in the little town where
Martin Luther Germanized Holy
Writ and was jailed for his pains,
and where he once hurled an ink
stand into the jaws of the devil; in
that little town of Eisenach there
occurred yet another event not re
corded in the most authentic school
histories. ' '
For there, just a few city blocks
from where Luther's Satanic ink spot
still glowers from the wall was born,
in 1866 a baby boy, .William
"Billy" was a regular kid.
He would stroll out to Sebastian
Bach's birthplace, look long and hard
at the tumble-down house and vow he
must become a great musician.
Then he would scamper barefooted
to the parks, where the great steel
shells and broken cannon in rustv
piles told of the stirring days when
Napoleon battered the town about the
ears of Billy's forefathers.
Ah. a soldier must Bi v" be. then.
for nothing would do but he must
clank a sword at his side some day
and shout orders to Jhe gunners.
gain ne would contemplate the
ink spot, wrathfully splattered on the
wall, and' he would -wonder how
Luther could get so much excited
about a mere devil. Devils had few
terrors for "Billy" Schmoller.
imo, he passed Luther uo in his
succession of hero worshipings.
Also tor a time . he dropped Se
bastian Bach from his list of great
ones. But he clung to Napoleon. A
soldier, ah, a military man he would
oe. so he made wooden swords.
drilled his mother's geese around the
back yard and bombarded the barn
with foul and highly-explosive eggs.
Whitsuntide was alwavs a creat
holiday in Eisenach. The young boys
had a band that serenaded people
on that day, and "Billy" Schmoller,
little but mighty, blew one of the
biggest horns. It was a great day
for sports also, and "Billy" leaped
headlong into every form of excite
ment I hat is why he got his shoul
der broken one Whitsuntide in a
wrestling match. That is why he got
his arm broken just a year later in
celebrating the same holiday. That
is why he broke his finger in an
other wrestling match again a year
later on Whitsuntide. And that is
why the fourth year his father tied
him up at home and wouldn't let him
get out to celebrate with the boys.
Even1 whe young Schmoller was
studying philosophy in a seminary he
was dreaming of the days when he
would be leading a bayonet charge.
About that time a friend returned
from Eneland. where he had been
studvinsf inv the universities. This
friend had evidently been reading
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Thomas Carlyle's comment on the
fools who stand up and shoot at one
another because their rulers have fal
len out Anyway, this cosmopolitan
student said, "Poof," and the martial
ambitions of Schmoller vanished.
With a head full of philosophy,
young Schmoller tucked his seminary
diploma under his arm and waved a
farewell to the school. He was to be
a teacher. He was to ne empioyea
by the c vernment of saxony-Wei-
mar-Eisenach. Now he learned that
the government could not guarantee
him a job of teaching at once. The
same government, however, wanted
him to contract to be ready and sub
ject to eall for five years. This
looked to the young man like a one
sided contract an agreement to sit
around for five years without pay on
the mere prospect ot being given a
job some time.
"Nothing doing, laid tne uttie man
to the big government "I'm going
to America.
Schmoller had been chumming with
a friend who had Deen in America,
and who did a lot of talking about the
"land of milk and honey."
A lad of 17, Schmoller landed at
"I hnuirht a ticket for
Washington," he gays, "for I wanted
to see the sights. Then-1 went to
Chicago, where I stayed a few days,
and there I heatd a great deal about
Omaha. I wanted to come into the
wild and woolly west anyway, for I
had heard much of the west before
sailing. I heard in Chicago that
Omaha was to be one of the great
centers of the nation, where great
opportunities awaited the man who
had a few dollars and a little brains."
In 1883 he got a job at the Millard
hotel and soon he had organized a
small orchestra. His music got him
into the graces o? the Millards, the
Broatches, the Pickenses and other
leading families.
"I was a close financier," -Schntol-led
admits, "so I saved three-fourths
of what I made and was very care-'
ful with the other quarter."
He established a little place and
taught music, until Dr. Crummer, the
elder, knocked at his door one day
and ashed him if he would buy a second-hand
piano. '
"I never have," he !aid, "but I II
buy anything if it's cheap enough."
They made a bargain and in fotir
days Schmoller had cleaned and tuned
the instrument and sold it at a $50
That was easier money than teach
ing music, so he made connections
with the Mueller Piano and Organ
company, then in Council Bluffs and
Omaha. He became the Omaha mam
In 1893 he went into business for
himself, but soon formed a partner
ship with Arthur C. Mueller. Then
the elder Mr. Mueller died; Schmol
ler bought the stock and good will
and incorporated the Schmoller &
Mueller company, which incidentally
did a $1,800,000 business last year. ,
And that is the story of how Wil
liam H. Schmoller chances to be a
music store man in Omaha today in
stead of a commander with a steel
helmet in the trenches on the Somme
front Next la this teflon How Omaha Got 0Bie
Berg- ,
Prize Winners and Prize Answers
In the Last Puzzle Picture Contest
EveTybo3y Tias a H6KW
Though a lawyer . by profession,"
John O. Yeiser is as dentist, theorist
and author by hobby. Mr. Yeiser
know! Darwin and Huxley by heart.
While here and there Bible students
have endeavored to dispute Darwin
jnd Huxley because they could not
inkc their theories conform to Bibli
cal accounts of the origin of things,
Mr. Yeiser hai attempted tb harmon
ize the two. After making, an ex
haustive study of biological science,
he has written a book entitled "Evo
lution Proving Immortality," and he
supports his contention with some
plausible arguments. In this book of
208 pages he got a chance to unbur
den from his chest some ot his scien
tific theories which have weighed
unon him for many years, and also he
got a chance to show what he be
lieves to be a relationship between
tlie process of evolution as we see it
in the physical world, and the possi
bility of evolving from the physical
world into the spiritual as the next
great step or stage in soul existence.
This has furnished Mr. Yeiser un
limited satisfaction and pleasure in
his leisure hours, and he has won
favorable comment on the work from
:lie press round and round the entire
w orld. Even the Chinese and Japa
nese newspapers, and papers printed
in almost every language, have re
viewed the book favorably and wel
comed it as a refreshing argument fol
lowing upon the heeli of the long
controversy . between biological
science and the Biblical teaching ol
the genesis of the world and its life.
If music mav be referred to as a
hobby, Chief of Police Dunn has a
nobby, ile spends mucn ot ins leis
ure time enjoying music. He has an
excellent voice and frequently sings
at public occasions. He is one of the
active members of the Ak-Sar-Ben
initiation crew.
Mr. Dunn rarely misses a musical
event pf any note. He enjoys partic
ularly the old songs songs of the
heart such as Harry Lauder and
John McCormack sing. He enjoy!
those singers.
"I suppose you call this a hobby.
It is the only hobby 1 have and i
think it is one of the best hobbies a
fellow could have, said Mr. Dunn.
Asked about his hobbv W. J. Con
nell at first said he had none, but on
second thought he corrected himself
:.nd admitted that he, too, had a
hobby. In fact, he has three hob-
hies and they art Billy. Edward and
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and Mrs. Edward Creighton, the lat
ter being a daughter of Mr. Connell.
Mr. Connell constantly carries their
pictures in hi! Docket. , ,
"The other day Edward's rliotlier
asked hint who he loved best and
he said he loved God best and then
!.: loved his grandfather next to God,
That is better' to me than winning a
libel suit," remarked Mr. Connell.
This Omaha lawyer enjoys a visit
with these errandchildren better than
any other pleasure he can think of.
George Barker sells paint as a busi
ness, but ne plays tne vioun ana
paints pictures to satisfy the artistic
temperament wun wiih.ii hc is giucu.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Barker are ac
complished violinists, and Mr. Barker
has splashed the rainbow colors at
costly canvas for years. Though he
is an every-aay ousy ousiness man
in the commercial activities ot tne
Nebraska metropolis, he finds rime
ro finish . many handsome paintings,
some of which have for some years
past been exhibited at the art ex
hibits in Omaha and in eastern cities.
Everyone on the juvenile court
force has a hobby. They've either ac
quired them since they went on the
county pay roll or grew up with them.
Probation Officer Miller's ii athlet
ics. Most anything in the athletic
line appeal! to him base ball, foot
ball, basket ball, horse racing, foot
racing, wrestling, boxing it doesn't
matter. Just so there's some action
and a chance for the most red
blooded man or animal to win.
"Gus" in his day was a crack basket
ball player. .When he was younger
mid weighed less he was a member
of the famous Sioux City Giants, who
won ' second place in the national
championship tournament at St. Louis
rlurinir the world's fair there. With
a rnnnli nf weeks training "Gus1
could get in condition so that only
a handful of basket shooters in
nmihi u-rmlrl stand anv sllOW With
him in the rough cage game. Gus
was ranked as one of the crack guards
and forwards of the west.
Deputy Probation Officer Vosberg
Boes in "for Hardening and makes a
hobby of raising H. C. of L. vegeta
bles. Despite the soaring prices the
V lsbcrg table always boasts, some
thing rare in the vegetable line. In
the winter garden truck is grown in
ri.nnture hothouses.
Miss Alice Delonne. a field dep
uty in juvenile court, collects news
naner cHiminns and DOems. She is
regarded as the court house author
ity on current events and tne laiesi
in verses. She can quote Omar from
the first quatrain to the last.
Mounted butterflies constitute the
hobby of Miss Jackie Johnson, chief
office deputy. She has an extensive
collection and has been offered con
siderable money for come of her spec
Miss Elois Virtues hobby is a plu
ral one dreams. She believes that
dreams always forecast something in
the lives of persons who dream and
coiir houscrs Hock to her on morn
i.'.gs after they indulge in Welch
ruebit. v
The Ten Prize Winners
By H. L. Choate, Washingtfcsij, Neb.
Out of our way, ye vain son of Adaml
The world after this will be run to auit madam.
Fair woman has broken her f ettera at last
Go home to the kitchen, you're a thing of the past.
By R. S. Honey, Uehling, Neb.
Omaha, with banner flying,
Leads her sister cities gay;
Clean-up day is coming.
Campaign closes first of May;
Mayor'! nervous and excited,
Hat and feet are in the air;
Omaha will rest contented t
When the preacher takes hi! chair.
Iir-' . ,
' By Mrs. R. J. Harvey, 2019 Douglai Street.
For the safety of the nation t
" Let the women have the vote,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Will never rock the boat
- IV.
By M. Edward, 634 South Twenty-eighth Street.
With all our might
We demand our right;
We've been the goat,
We want the vote.
We will cook no more
Till you aettle this score;
If you want your piea,
Give us the franchise.
' V. '
By Caroline Hasness, 428 North Forty-first Street.
Lest you forget
The suffragette
Is marching to the poll.
This is to say
We're on our way
Toward that cherished goal.
As well qcide
To stem the tide -As
check our onward roll.
By H. C. Peterson, Oakland, Neb.
We're creatures of God's own creation.
We've been playing the role of the goat; .
We share in preserving the nation,
Now tell us, just why can t we voter
Wake up. men! Come quick to your senses!
Let's finish the journey with you 1
You can't afford to oppose us.
We'll fix vou as soon as you do.
, By J. F. Powers. Box 29, South Side.
Determined are we marching.
To die or else to do;
Internal vaccination
The health board must pursue.
With scarifying methods
Forever are we through ;
Saratoga's battle cry is Freedom I
" ' VIII. ' '
By Harold Perrin. Ardmore, S. D.
Tramp, tramp, tramp, the auffs are marching
Cheer up, sisters, never fear,
We will surely win the day
In thus suffrage affray,
And we'll triumph in our freedom day by day. ...
By V. S". Lawrence, Logan, la.
. Onward, suffrage soldiers!
Marching for the cause.
With our blazoned banner!
Winning much applause.
We-will win our franchise.
We're sure of that, you bet.
So get in line, dear brother.
And be a suffragette.
. Wat " "
What' On the Banner?
By Mrs. M. A. Pillsbury, 2429 Fontenelle Boulevard.
Woman wants but Ihtle here below,
But wants that little now;
Give us at once the right to vote,
Or we'll raise an awful row.
Some Other Good Answers
If you will let us women vote
Just half men's heavy load we'll tote.
We'll simply clean up every foe,
. Whip Germany and Mexico;
Please grant us this, nothing more we pray
Just to "wear pants" on election day.
Lo, the conquering suffragette! come.
Votes for women! . Yes, ot the cleanest sort;
Sound the trumpet, beat the drum!
Votes for women! Yes, of the cleanest sort;
Too long has mere man held the fort
Onward, sister suffragists,
. Marching as to war,
With the "Votes for Women
Going on before.
Courage is our leader,
We will storm the foe.
Forth into the legislature
See our sisters go.
Votes for women 1 Sound the cry,
. 'Till the heavens above-reply.
Slaves we will no longer be,
i In this country of the free
Fear not, man, we must obtain ,
Rights you fought and bled to gain.
We're a mighty army,
We'll see who'i the boss;
We've come into our own
, After much delay and loss.
We'll stand by Uncle Sam,
Soon we'll hive the vote,
And help the boys in blue
To get the kaiser's goat.
We have been abused and forcibly-ied,
Until it's a wonder we are not dead,
But puny man will learn ere long
s". To jump and run when we,sound the gong.
Men. wlib have called themselves lords of creation,
Must now humblv bow to our domination,
For the ballot we'll gain through this great demonstratiwu
And all men shall bow in subordination.
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