The, Omaha Sunday Bee
OMAHA,
By EDWARD BLACK.
Going to Set the New Baby,
One of the most exhilarating of in
door iporti i going to tee the new
babv for the first time. It reminds
one of having a tooth pulled, or hav
ing your photograph taken witn your
wife; the sooner you have done the
deed the better you feel about it. Let
us suppose you are going to view the
iirst-born of your 'wife's brother. The
- superior part of your fifty-fifty domes
tic combination takes the lead and
you follow with a mind filled with
encomiums flitting through your men.
tal recesses like thoughts on parade.
You enter the home of your wife's
relations and are greeted by the in
fant's maternal grandmother, who an
nounces in positive terms that you
tare about to behold the most superb
specimen of infantile humanity.
The father of the baby greets you
with an air of newly-acquired impor
tance and an enlongated formation
of tobacco commonly known as a
cigar. Having thus observed the so
cial amenity of the occasion, the pa
terfamilias confides the information
that there may be other babies in
this wide, wide world, but not another
quite like this one. You readily agree
that he is telling the truth and noth
ing but the truth and you make it
understood that you are just as dis
cerning as he. You may have done
foolish things in your life, but you
are not going to get in bad with
your wife's relations over . such a
trifle as a baby. You are, there with
the conversational soothing syrup, and
you launch some of the encomiums
which .were conjured while waiting
for your wife to get ready for the
outing.
The grandmother enters with the
baby on a pillow. It may be possible
to keep step with the father or mother
of a first-born, but getting the stride
of the maternal grandmother is quite
a different chore; If you fatter at
this crucial moment you are lost, you
are lost, without compass or chart to
guide you.
"This is surely the grandest baby I
ever saw," you remark, as the grand
mother admiringly contemplates the
little red face and fists all doubled
up at if ready to meet a world of
stern realities.
You think of something else to say
and then your wife suggests that you
hold your new nephew. You feel
vou would be a base churl to re
fuse to hold the newcomer into the
family, so you hold your new nephew
and then he starts to cry, as if to
protest against so much attention.
"Just like a man; can't even hold
a baby," is, the objurgation of your
wife, as she shows you how it is
done.
You reach your peroration by re
marking that the baby looks just like
his grandmother, although when you
said it you- realized you were not
addicted to a hahit which made the
name of George Washington a house
hold word from Bangor, Me., to Red
Oak, la.
I Like a Town Like Omaha.
' (Air "I Want a Girl.")
I want a town, just like the town,
We all call Omaha.
Where perfect health and boundless
wealth,
From those rich lands' you draw.
Mountain peaks and ocean beachel
may be fine,
But I'll take green Nebraska plains
for mine,
Grand place to strike, that's why I
like
A town like Omaha.
(From Omaha Concord Club Song
Book.) i
As They Say In Bast Ball.
Fa Rourke relates that in the days
of hit youth he was invited to a quiet
home dance. He rode a' mile beyond
his destination and then declared the
- Guest what is Sophus Ncble's hob
by. He is a member of a pioneer fam
ily and is identified with the Board
of Public Welfare. Mr. Neble's hobby
is geraniums. He knows the many
sneciet of this .plant by names and
forms. He sends potted geraniums to
friends for presents.
Mr. Neble maintains that the fra
grance of the geranium has a benign
eftect. "If you feel out of sorts just
hold a few geranium leaves to your
: rose and note the results," said Mr.
; Neble. -
. He owns several thousand plants
and finds much pleasure in the culti
i vat ion of these flowers. '
Members of the Board of Education
have their hobbies just like other hu
man beings. Attorney Herring enjoys
a game of horseshoes now and then.
He expects to have a match with
' Member Clark of the board some of
these nice spring davs. He maintains
; that pitching horseshoes it a respect
, able game, affords exercise for most
' of the muscles, trains the eye and is
lots of fun, just lots of fun. He wishes
that horseshoe pitching teams might
be organized and, perhaps, a league,
' with a schedule of games, as they do
in Downng.
President Ernst goes, in for horti.
.culture. He loves trees and shrubs
and vines, of which he owns five acres
.icar Florence. When he was a bov
on his father's farm in Otoe county,
he planted trees which today are
mighty sentinels. He became inter.
cited in the Fontenelle Forest Re
1 Comb Honey
Everybody li
SUNDAY MORNING, APRIL
Grabs Hirfory of Omaha
All flie Iratii an i un Wit IKab fit to know
By A. R. GROH.
Chapter IX. Peter A. Sarpy.
Peter Abadie Sarpy could have
spent his life as a society dude in St
Louis if he wanted to. But he chse
the hardy life of an Indian, trader,
And now his picture is in the his
tories and one of the best counties in
the state (Sarpy county) is named
after him. If he had spent a life of
ease, loafing around the clubs and
tangoing around at dances in St.
Louis he would be forgotten now; A
lesson 'for us here, indeed.
His father's name was Gregoirc
Berald Sarpy and his mother's was
Miss reiagie ADauie Deiore ncr mar
riage. J hey were rrencn people ana
very refined and cultured. The
sarpys moved in tne same social sei
as the Chouteaus, which was the very
'creme de la creme," the very de luxe
of the elite society of St. Louis.
Peter's name was in the society col
umns of the papers nearly every day.
But this did not satisfy him. So he
secured a position as clerk for the
American Fur company and came to
Bellevue in 1823. Within a year he
had worked up to manager.
He was only 20 years old then. But
he had been married four years al
ready, having led Miss Cabanne, one
of the most popular members of the
younger set of St. Louis, to the altar
In 1820.
On this occasion the Cabanne home
was prettily decorated in green and
white. The bride's gown was white
satin, with long drapery of net em
broidered in silver, and over this a
drapery of net embroidered in white.
The tulle veil caught with orange
blossoms formed the train. The
SfaSirpy Qeit into tn Society Column
bride carried a shower bouquet
of sweet peas and wore a plati
num laviher set with diamonds.
The groom wore th conventional
black. "Oh. Promise Me". was sung
as the happy pair walked out after the
ceremony. .
Mr. Sarny married again about fif
teen years later following the death
of his first wife. He also married
function was a "passed ball." Arriv
ing late, he said he vcould make only.
- .Imp mtfirt" Ifl. a . n" .h
several "put outs," he made a "home
run" for the last car.
Heard at the Picture Show.
Sweet miss with pink bow in her
hair led her little brother up to the
ticket window of a movie picture
theater and asked: v
"Is Theda JBara playing here?"
"Theda is not here," replied the
ticket, seller. -
"Oh, skoot it I" retorted the sweet
miss with the pink bow in her hair.
Married Folks. .
Careful Observer I'll just bet you
a potato those folks over there are
married. -
Oldest Inhabitant How do you ar
rive at that conclusion?
Careful Observer She is eating
serve association because he loved
trees and was imbued with the convic
tion that a bird sanctuary hereabouts
would be a splendid idea.
committee, said his hobby was sailing.
ne expects a new sailboat tor Lake
Manawa this season. He is a regular
skipper. He knows, all about tacking
and other things sailors should know.
His early sailing training was received
at Fulton, on the Mississippi river.
Just give him a sailboat and he will
torget all about meal time, live stock
quotations and school board affairs
Though perhaps, it couldn't ex.
actly be called a hobby, Judge Craw-
mm oi me county court nas a notice
able hankering for good tobacco.
Good tobacco in the judge's estima
tion must be of just the right blend
that makes for the aroma desired
by the connoiseur and epicure. While
the judge smokes tobacco in all its
visible forms, he, like all true lovers
of Milady Nicotine, falls back on the
"jimmy pipe," when a real treat in
the smoke line ii sought. Judge
Crawford has quite a collection of
briars, tt al., and court houseri are
not surprised to see him smoking dif
ferent pipes oh each day of the week.
Many a-young lawyer has "got on
the good side" of the judge by letting
it be known that he smoked tobacco
ot some rare vintage. . i
Deputy Sheriff "Jimmy" Lindsay
is the Beau Brummell of the fourth
and fifth floors of the court house
and fancy Vests are his hobby. This
8, 1917.
an Iowa Indian woman named Ni-co-mi.
In his married relations he bore
a striking resemblance to Manuel de
Lisa, whom we studied in the last
chapter, who- also had two white
wives and one Indian squaw.
Peter Sarpy Jwas a small and wiry
but very stern man. One can tell
that by looking upon the lineaments
of his face in early life. (In later life
he wore whiskers.)
But he was always a high-toned
gentleman, inheriting this from his
ancestors who had been cavaliers in
the courts of the French kings, per
haps. Especially did this show when
lie was in the presence of the fair sex.
Even to the Indian ladies he would
klep tnaits good witji rife sfuavs 1
bow very low. while acting very stern
with the Indian men.
He always got every nickel that
wast coming to him in a trade, but
he was liberal to the needy. Any
subscription list to help the starving
Chinese would find his name right at
the top.
He wai fond of fast horses and
kept quite a stable of them. Also good
dogs, of which he kept quite a kennel.
In his later years he unfortunately
fell into the habit of intemperance,
which was common among 70 per
cent of Indian traders.
He moved from Bellevue to Platts
moutli in 1862 and there suffered a
great , deal of sickness until he died
in Plattsmouth January 4, 1865. It
is only just to state that he had been
sick before he came to Plattsmouth.
Living in that city had nothing 'to do
with his getting sick.
Though he had never carried life
insurance, he did not forget his In
dian wife, Ni-co-mi, but left her an
annuity of $200, which was paid her
until she died.
A fine monument marks his grave
in Calvary cemetery in St. Louis.
Questions on Chapter IX. .
1. Did Mr. Sarpy want to be a so
ciety man? Why not?
2. Describe his first wife's dress at
her wedding.
3. Was he a liberal man in subscrib
ing to charity?
4. 'Did be carry life Insurance?
candy out of a
of a pretty box.
paper sack instead
Spiritual Advice.
"You'd better get that drink before
May 1." , ,
Would You . .'
Like to hear some of the nice things
that were said of you when you were
six months did?
Wanted: ,
An appropriate nam for the per
son who insists upon being first to
enter a street car whether or not
he is first in line.
Did You Ever
Talk through your hat? .
See a woman fly to pieces?
Get up on the wrong side of
bed?
See a person tickled to death?
the
as a
ours
minion of the law will wear the loud
est waistcoats on the market and
sigh because the manufacturers don't
put more snap in them. He dotes
on dotted effects done in vericolored
velvet No old English "weskit" had
anything on some of the violent hues
Lindsay displays on particular oc
casions. One doesn't have to see this
deputy to know that he's coming
you can hear him from round the
corner. , ,
Fishing is a common hobbv anions:
boys and young men, but few Oma
han at 75 are keen Oshermen. Casper
E. Yost, however, is the exception. At
the age of 75 he is still as keen at
trawling for "muskics" or casting for
black bass in the Minnesota lakes as
any youngster. Every summer when
he can get away he takes a few days
at the lakes, where he drags some
big boys of the finny tribe out of the
sedges and lily pads. His everyday
hobby is walking down to the office
a distance of some two miles. Few
days are too cold in winter for this
morning walk.' But whet; the grass
peeps green in response to the mighty
pulse of spring, then Mr. Yost unrav
els his fishing tackle, and begins to
practice casting.
Rifle shooting oh, what a hobby
for a woman I - . ,
Miss Mayme Jacobs, superintend
ent ot tne credit department of the
Associated Retailers of Omaha, takes
target practice with a .22-caliber rr
fie for her pastime. This pastime
' 2s?& "Mite cfiief , 1
fi?oiti a
Worna v
By A. EDWIN LONG.
Sitting on a promontory off Chris
tiania, Norway, angling for Green
land shark, two score; years ago, O.
E. Berg in knee breeches looked any
thing but the part of a future dry
goods merchant of Omaha.
But he had the right stuff in him,
and so Christiania could not hold
him.
H. had the stuff in him because he
belonged to a race with stuff in it. He
belonged to that ancient race of .tall,
blond "longheads," as the anthropolo
gists call them, which inhabited the
wilds of Norway ever since Neolithic
times. This 'is the branch of the
Teutonic stock which has made the
world go round ever since, v
The mettle in this lad might have
made an army officer of him, for his
FunnySide of Funny
! - Stories
Most folks who tell funny stories
commence like this : -
"I -heard a new one the other day
there was a fellow, etc.," but Dr. C.
B. Foltz, who has a reputation or
telling only such stories as have long
bjen tried and found true, breaks
right out and usually gets it over be
fore his victims can protest Lately
his friends have acquired the habit
of anticipating the point of his stories,
so Doc cooked one up on 'em.
"One of my neighbors," -says the
doctor, "was approached by an old
schoolmate who gave him the 'rush
act' for a $10 loan.
'' 'I'd lend it to you, but I think
you'll forget my address.' reproacfied
my neighbor," said Foltz.
" 'No I won't,' promised the old
school mate. ,
" 'Yes, you will, if I giv;e you a
chance. Here, I'll write out four
addresses and put one in each pocket
of your vest.' "
Forthwith Dr. Foltz' entire au
dience shouted: "The ' next day
your neighbor got a letter saying:
'Dear sir, I lost my vest "
"No," triumphantly hooted the doc
tor, who for once pulled something
newi "My neighbor didn't loan him
the ten. He only gave him the ad
dresses." amounts to a liabby with her and a
h bby which has such a firm hold
upon her that she slips away every
spare hour to shoot.
Can she shoot? ' . .' ' "
Say, her marksmanship would make
a Nebraska guardsman jit up and
take observations, while it would
make the sharpshooters of Uncle
Sam's regular army jealous.
At this very moment you may stroll
into the Office on the seventh floor of
the Brandeis building and find her
busy at her desk. Just mention tar
get practice to her. she will look up
quickly. Then she will reach among
some'-books and papers on the deli
and drag out a little bundle of sticks.
You perceive they are fragments- of
d y weeds. Close observation will
show you that every one of them
has been cut off. not by a knife, but
by a 3Z bullet. The larger weeds
are not cut off, but have bullet holes
bored through them. This is the
kind of work she does at fifteen
paces.
She can knock a nickel into eternity
s.5 twenty paces; she can clip off ma
ple buds from the highest twig and
she just loves to nip the necks off
any bottles she finds floating down
the Misssouri river with the spring
rise. : , - v . i
At Christmas she got a new repeat
ing rifle for a Christmas present.
Someone knew her weakness tor fire
arms. .
Miss Jacobs will not shoot bird's
or any living creature.
Je a Ji? nerl in Umaha tSrl- VMi&h '
nobly !
mana.
small huvg in
e as come o
father was a colonel in the Norwegian
army. But the boy didn't like the life
of a soldier.
He mieht have becom a fisherman
by trade, for as a lad he paddled about
in the Christiania .tiord and nooKea
cod, herring, sprat, mackerel,, had
dock, coalfish. Dollacl:. torsk, and
others of the 200 species of fish sport
ing Vbout in Norwegian waters.
but he didn t want to De a nsnerman
by trade. ;
He might have been a Norse ex
plorer like, his great, great, many
times ereat Grandfathers, for he had
tramped over a good portion of the
12,000 miles of Norway's coast line, ex
cept in the region of the midnight
sun, where it was too cold to tramp
barefooted.
In summer he divided his time be-
-tween" flaunting red handkerchiefs in
the faces of reindeer bulls in tne
neighbors' pastures and teasing hedge
hogs on the country roan.
More or less- aimlessly mis cnap
dallied his way through ' boyhood,
without definitely forming an ambi
tion. When he rolled hedge hogs
alonir the country road it gave him
no impetus to be an animal trainer,
and when he whipped the reindeers
around he evinced no ambition to be
Santa Claus. '
His father wondered why ne
couldn't make a soldier of him, but
he just couldn t, that was a.l.
At 16 the young man felt the blood
nf manhood stirrinsr in his veins and
America loomed large in his imagi
nation. He put to sea and sailed lor
Philarlf nhia. There was after all
nothing in Philadelphia to attract his
attention. He had supposed it would
Prize Winners and Prize
In the Last: Puzzle Picture Contest
The Ten Prize Winners .
, - - I- " '
By Emma Saxton, 109-Maple Street.
Higgledy, Piggledy, April Fool,
Here's a verse about the achool.
My pa would give a silver dime
To see me write a clever rhyme.
Reading, writing and hickory stick, ,
Spelling and history, read this quick. .
Higgledy, Pifegledy, A and B
C this picture of the T. .
. ' . . II.
By C, G. Reynolds, Griswold, la.
A picture of our teacher, you bet she is a peach.
She's mighty good to lick the boys, but durned if she
can teach; .
I wish I was a submoreert and her an ironclad,
Ide make her hump, now you bet, or she would
wish she had. , ..... .
III. '
By Virginia Wilcox, 5201 California Street.
Sure we love our teacherl She will likely live a thou
sand years, . . , ,
Making it hot for boys and girls in this-vale of human
tears. , '
If so, may we live a thousand, too, a thousand and a day.
That we may have one good old time when she has
passed away. 1
" IV. .
By C. Seebe, 203 Stutsman Street, Council Bluffs.
Here is teacher
She's O. K. -,
She'd like to marry,,.' - ,
So they say. ,
And if she ever does by chance,
- You bet your life " 1
She'll wear the pajamas. :
V.
By Mrs. H. C. Baird, 5010 Cass Street. .
I love to go to school,' V '
But spelling makes me sick,
I love to pull Rosina'V curls, .
But hate arithmetic.
I love to use the board
Behind the teacher's stand,
' But reading starts my head to ache,
And writing cramps my hand.
I love the boys and gurls,'
And teacher, too, I guess
But best of all I love the time
Of luncheon and recess.
- VL
By Eldon M. Shonka, Schuyler, Neb.
Here we have a little riddle, ,
And we're sure it isn't ranky N
Why is our schoolroom like a Ford?
Because our teacher is a crank. - '
VIL
By Mrs. Charles H. Jack, Tekamah.
' ' This is teacher with her rule
'That she uses in our school; '
If this picture she should see
All the kids would laugh at me. - '
VIII. .' i
By Marguerite Luke, Dow City,' la.
... , Teacher thinks she can run this school, -But
we kids think she's an April Fool; -She's
got her head full of "Votes for women,'
Soon 'twill be boys can't even go swimmin,'
When I'm a man and make some laws
Boys won t get a lickin just
WtM tka Bm Imr kslv
be the height of Earthly felicity to
reach Philadelphia. ,
He bought a railway ticket - and
thundered into Chicago. There was
no real romance there either. He
bought another ticket for Blair, Neb.
One place seemed no better than
another, for he had no relatives nor
friends anywhere in America. Blair
was about as far as his money would
take him, so that was as good a place
to stop as any other.
He worked on a farm near Blair
for $12 a month and stuck to the job
three years. Farm, didn't cost
hmuch in those days and first pay
ments were easy, so the young man
used bis nerve and proceeds of his
three years' work and bought a farm
near Blair.
Soon he traded the farm for a stock
of dry goods in Blair and engaged in
merchandising. His fortune did not
come at once, even with this venture,
so he sold out and began to travel for
the M. E. Smith company of Omaha.
What
because.
r tb hw rule Metlnt
id Awards in
That brought him to make Omalu
his headquarters for the first time.
He liked the place. Omaha looked
like opportunity to him. He was a
traveling salesman for M. E. Smith
for twenty years and then plunged
into the merchandise business for.
himself.
Though he was the principal loser
in the big fire which recently swept
the. Continental block off the map of
Omaha when the Berg Clothing
Company stock was completely
ruined, he is still the same smiling
gentleman Omaha has known ever
since he came here as a traveling man.
Already he has set up temporary
quarters and is doing business and
soon expects to have a permanent
location with his business in full
swing. ' ' ,
Omaha got him through a round
about course, and Omaha does not
intend to lose him.
Kelt tn This Serlea "How Omaha Go!
the Mlckela."
Answers
Did John Write on the
Blackboard?
IX.
By Arthur Ellis, 2226 Seward Street.
A good for ndthing thing is school,
Started by some silly fool
' To keep us kids away from play,
To ask us questions every day;
But I'll grow big enough some day
To have my way, and then I'll say.
No more 'pencils, no more books.
No more teacher with her mean old looks.
X.
- By Alice Orendroff, David Cijy.
- We have a teacher who's very cross,
She sits us op the floor;
She thinks sh is the only boss
Till ma steps H the door.
Some O ler Good Answers.
:. If I had my ay about it
. There would never be a school;
' I would grow up like the picture here,
. : . A little April Fool.
This school has a teacher who dresses so grand;
Wears stylish dresses, holds a stick in her hand
To make the children mind and obey the Golden Rule,
But she had a hard time today as it is April Fool.
This is the teacher, old and gray, 1 '
That makes you dance to her tube all day;
If you happen to take your eyes from your book
She gives you Ohl such a terrible look.
I don't want to do itit fill me with pain
To stand up and write for that crazy old dame
I'd rather play marbles, go fishing or skate,
For school is a humbug and teacher's a fake.
.
Our cartoonist tried to play April Fool
Because Sunday, April 4st, there is no school;
So I come to the board to write a verse.
And, as my own cartoonist, I might do worse,
For this is the teacher who at once ,
Will show the class an April dunce.
Preceding Week's Content . '
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