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The Omaha Sunday Bee
OMAHA, SUNDAY MORNING, JUNE 24, 1917.
By EDWARD BLACK.
A Little Fun Now and Then.
One of the startling bits of infor
mation elicited from the witnesses at
the Maloney hearing before the city
council was the fact that a hog loses
its identity white going through a
packing house. In fact, the hog is
almost' -ruined. Judge Baker drew
that information from !a witness.
This hog incident was only one of
the many little byplays which served
to relieve the somber under-current
of the hearing. In reality it was a
serious occasion, because a police of
ficer had been charged with an of
fense. But the many humorous side
lights proved that one of the ruling
passions of Americanism is to sre the
bright side of things. We recall that
when O. Henry was dying, and he
knew it, lie asked the nurse to raise
the shades because he was afraid to
go home in the dark.
Another outstanding feature of the
hearing was that every witness told
Hit truth and nothing but the truth,
for did not each witness hold up his
or her right hand in token of veracity?
Of course, some of the points of view
of the witnesses differed, because
there were conflicting accounts of
places and events. All of which
might tend to prove that people do
not think alike, nor do they sec alike.
A bricklayer named Honeywell
jumped into the scenario with a
splash. His epistle to the scribes and
Pharisees was accounted as an im
mortal document which died, unhon
ored, unwept and unread.' It .might
in truth have been referred to. as
Paul's epistle, because Paul Sutton
appended a few remarks of his own.
Honeywell was to have inflamed the
Ministerial union with this great
preachment and when the ministers
had been sufficiently inflamed the in
flamation was to have been commu
nicated to the proletariat. But, alas,
and alack, there came an evil hour
when someboiky hung a double-cross
on Honeywell and his proposed
expose of social disintegration in
Omaha was given a mortal thrust.
And there was a woman at the
hearing who averred she wore a
horseshoe around her neck and that
the equine footwear was a sign of
Rood luck which brought to her the
pleasure of the gods of fortune. She
wore a horseshoe and Honeywell
wore a double-cross.
Cigars were mentioned at the hear
ing. Paul said he received five and
twenfy alleged, cigars' from Honey
well as evidence of the esteem in
- which he was held. He admitted that
he addressed himself to one of the
cigars and then was stricken with
acute mal de nier. One of the cigars
caused the world to move around him
in panoramic profusion. It was not
a very good cigar; not very good, he
insisted. Whether the cigai j were the
casus belli was not brought out, but
it was evident that an entente cordialc
did not exist between Paul and Hon
During the hearing a coterie of
gunmen jumped into the offing and
pointed their smoke wagons at Har
vey Wolf, which caused many to ask:
"How did it happen that a gunman
could r-iiss Harvey Wolf?" who is as
broad as a floating bouy.
Garbage was another sweet morsel
served at this repast of words. Henry
Pollock, starred as the garbage mas
ter of the realm, posed for a close-up
as the messenger who conveyed 'the
Honey welT oration to Tom Dcnnison.
Pollock was seized with severe pains
when he read the oration and learned
that Honeywell had called him the
kaiser. This was, indeed, the (ting
of ingratitude, bceausePollock once
had purchased a sandwich fror.i Hon
eywell when the latter was a poor but
honest servitor of buffet luncheons..
The city council chamber was des
ignated as the "show grounds" by one
of the municipal elevator conductors
and the Douglas street bridge was
crowded with Omaha people seeking
the fastnesses of Council Bluffs in
quest of an asylum to escape the pub
licity of being called as witnesses.
Write Her a Letter.
Suspended. over a public telephone
i n Piriiim ctrjmf iimlliniiru almn
(drug store) is a card which bears
mese words: it you can t ten ner
what you're going to say in three
minutes, write a letter. Wc soli
stamps at 2 tents each."
Well -Known Omaha Men
of Them Did You
First manual training class
in the Omaha High school.
i nis photograph taken m
Jtt,- ?-,i-'TV A 1
Qfote History of Omak
All the truth ancl untruth thate fittolmow
By A. R. GROH.
Chapter XX The Bar.
Let no one be misled by this title.
Persons who know how bitter the
present historian is against the wicked
liquor traffic know that the chapter
has nothing to do with the bar of a
saloon, but relates to the profession
of the law, which is known as "the
The liquor traffic, we are glad to
remember, has been stamped out in
this state since May I, and the saloons
now sell only Bevo and Toto and
buttermilk and similar mild drinks.
Omaha early had its lawyers. It
was unavoidable. Some of them were
good lawyers, as the records show.
The first term of the supreme court
was held in Omaha. Ah, how differ
ent were things then from now I The
room in which court was held was
plain indeed. It was heated by two
stoves. The judge sat at a common
table. Today we have steam heat and
mahogany desks and fihe electric
lights in our court rooms.
It was Drettv Door pickings for the
lawyers in the early day and many of
them used to run for political office,
having nothing else to do. y
But soon crimes began to be com
mitted and the law business beganl
to pick up. In 1R67 a boy found the
body of Isaac H. Neff in the river.
The body was loaded with chains,
which indicated that Neff had been
Suspicion tell on Cyrus rt. lator.
who had left town with a team and
Funeral On f ion e!sn latji Omtha Uujter
wagon for Denver. The sheriff went
after him and arrested him out in Col
fax count v. Mr. Tator told the sheriff
he hadn't killed Mr. Neff, but the
sheriff just jeered at him and said,
"Tell it to the judge."
There was a big mob of lawyers to
meet Mr. Tator when he got back to
Omaha. They all wanted to defend
him and they began cutting prices till
Father Rigge and His Sorrow
None who sees the smiling face of
Father William F. Rigge, the genial
astronomer, philosopher and physi
cist of Crcighton university, would
suspect that a secret sorrow is gnaw
ing at his inward soul, as the canker
i' the bud. But it is so, although he will
not admit it even to his closest
friends. Those who do enjoy jthe de
light of close cdmmunion with Father
Rigge know that he is bravely chok
ing down the bitterest disappoint
ment of his long career.
The sideral heavens lie open before
Father Rigge as. the downtown
streets lie before the traffic squad. He
knows the way of Arcturus, can tell
the time of Orion, and pursues Cyg
nus with all the delight of a hoy feed
ing the swan in the park pond. Alde
baran is his intimate, and Bootes
sheds his crimson light for the edifica
tion and enjoyment of the man who
nightly searches the blackest depths
of unexplored space in search of new
wbnders of creation.
But it is in eclipses that Father
Rigge finds his greatest pleasure. He
knows by name all the olden time
obscurations of sun or moon, can say
off hand the hour and the minute of
the occupation of any of the planets,
and has calculated ahead for ages the
crossing of paths that produce these
phenomena. And out of this grows
the sorrow that is shadowing his own
sweet soul. .,
One solar eclipse got away from
him. It is an annular eclipse, too,
one of the kind that gives the astrono
mer the greatest pleasure as to the
eclipse fan such joy as comes to a
base ball enthusiast when he sees a
triple play unassisted. This eclipse
TN. 1 3:tL Sri
CZ it tiff AW v fill I ltf
Tator got a lawyer for next to noth
ing. But the lawyer lost the case, prov
ing that "you can't get something for
nothing." Tator would have done
better to hire a good lawyer even at
a high price.
The case was carried to the su
preme court. The judge there asked
Tator if he wanted a lawyer, as he
had dismissed fhe lawyer who had de
fended him before and now was with-
fven in the 'Good Old Day i'
out funds. The judge pointed to three
lawyers who were seated in the court
"There is Mr. Smith and Mr. Jones
and Mr. Brown." he said. Take your
choice. And Mr. Black is out in the
Tator looked at the three lawyers
end then said:
"I guess I'll take Mr. Black."
But Tator lost the case in the su
preme court also, and was condemned
to be hanged, which was done on Fri
day, August 28, 1863. It was a fine
day and people drove in from miles
around to see the hanging. About
2,000 were present and a pleasant
time was had by all.
Mr. Tator was very calm and read
a long address in a clear, eloquent
voice before his execution. As soon as
he had concluded his speech the sheriff
put the rope around his neck and they
sprung the trap, exactly at 1 p. m.,
thus bringing the exercises to a con
clusion in plenty of time for the au
dience to have lunch.
It is particularly fitting to tell of
Mr. Tator's execution in this chapter
because lie was himself a member
of the bar, to which he was admitted
at the age of 22, and was a judge in
Kansas for a while. These things,
however, were not taken into con
sideration against him in his trial.
Questions on Chapter XX.
1. What is the historian's attitude
toward the liquor traffic?
2. What did the sheriff say to Ta
tor? will be visjble from the south pole
only, and therefore out of reach of the
astronomer. It did not elude Father
Rigge entirely, for he has been able to
reconstruct by mathematical calcula
tion exactly what took place, and to
draw such accurate diagrams as to all
but bring the vision home to the be
holder. His article was published in.
Popular Astronomy tontine, and is a
most interesting exposition of the na
ture and possibilities of the grand
sight the good father only is permitted
to see through his clear menial per
ception. But there'll be an eclipse next year
that will be visible m tpesc parts, and
you can bet your last penny that
Father Rigge will have a front scat
when it comes oil.
in Boyhood Days. How Many
Succeed in Identifying?
1- " rw?
t ill a i v
Escapes dlassacre at laiJ-
rence io TProspevaxJ (rrou)
By A. EDWIN LONG.
"Spare women and children; but
death to every man and hell take their
That was the order that rang from
the lips of the human tiger Quantrell,
when he rode into Lawrence, rtan.,
at the head of 300 guerillas August
"Spare women and children," were
about the only humane words that
monster was ever known to utter, and
those words perhaps spared Tom
Fry, later to become one of Omaha's
business men and ' member of the
Board of Education.
Tom Fry was born in Lawrence.
He was 3 years old, in dresses, and
clinging to his mother's skirts on the
front porch as that brave woman
faced three raiders on horseback and
argued with them to spare her home
Already over 100 men lay dead in
the streets and over half the homes
in the village were roaring with
flames when the three bearded and
glowering raiders, hot and black with
smoke and smudge, galloped to the
very doorstep of the Fry home with
pistols in both hands.
yThe senior Fry. had already gone
earlier in the day, seeking to raise a
posse of men to drive the raiders out.
Mrs. Fry and little Tom were alone
at home, Mrs. Fry came upon the
-front porch and the little fellow in
dresses toddled alter tier in ms Dare
The bloodstained ruffians demand
ed a drink and Mrs. Fry handed them
a dipper of water. After drinking
they debated a moment whether to
burn the house along with the other
homes of the town or whether to
spare it. Tommy's mother did not
beg for mercy. Sljetold the men she
and Mr. Fry had recently come from
England, that they were English sub
jects, and that she proposed to stand
on her rights. They finally thanked
her for the drink and galloped back
amidst the flames and murders of the
central part of the city.
"I believe my mother bluffed them
with that speech about being F'ng
lish,!" says Mr. Fry to this day. "Or
perhaps they appreciated the drink
enough to spare our house. Of course
they did not know my father was out
raising a posse."
Who were the big, dark men into
whose murderous faces little Tom in
nocently stared that day, he will never
know. Whether some of them were
John or Cole Younger, whether one
was Jesse or Frank James, or
whether Jim Cunningham or the terri
ble, Bill Anderson were among the
trio, is still a matter unknown. Later
in life when Tom Fry read history,
and learned who were the men who
sacked Lawrence that day. he shud
ered, and he shudders yet to think of
But the ashes were cjeared away;
the dead were buried; m due time
Left to Right Top row: Bob Willis,
later a civil engineer, now at
Bridgeport; Jay Walker, deceased;
Ephriam Pratt, practicing law at
Middle row: Joseph Polcar, now pub
lisher Omaha Daily News; Will
Barnum, Topeka; Clarence
Meyers and his brother, Charles S.
Meyers, both with Union Pacific;
Randall Brown, now president
Commercial club of Omaha and
Lower Row: A. M. Buman, the
teacher; Joseph Morsman, with
Carter White Lead company in
Chicago; George McCague, deceas
ed; Edgar M. Morsman, jr., umana
lawyer; Will Wigman, plumbing
supplies, Sioux City.
' r law
Lawrence lived down the incident as
cities will, and the University of Kan
sas was founded in the town. When
Tommy had long since ceaseel to wear
dresses and had become a young man
he entered the university and finished
his junior year.
Eagerness to get into a business
life led him to break off his college
career there and work for the Santa
Fe Railway company for three
months. From there he jumped to
St. Louis, where he worked for ten
years with a big oyster house run
by his uncle. When he knew an
about oysters the Booth people took
him away from his uncle and em
ployed him for eight years' in St.
If the Booths had not decided
Omaha was a good city, and a good
place for an oyster business, Tom
Fry would never have been known
here. But the Booth people knew a
city when they saw one, so they de
cided to open a branch here. They
sent Tom Fry here to establish the'
branch. He opened this Omaha ter
ritojj for the company, and for the
last seven years he was with them
he had charge of the territory west
of the Mississippi.
In 1912 he informed the Lole-rry
partnership, but this was dissolved a
few years ago. He is now principal
owner in the Drexel Shoe company
and the Fry Shoe company. Fry and
Walter Jardine are two of the original
Ak-Sar-Ben organizers. Jardine and
Fry had to guarantee.the lumber
bills and other bills personally
the first few years m order to
get Ak-Sar-Ben on its feet, hry
got perhaps more subscriptions than
any other man to make possible the
exposition of 1898. There are few
big public movements in the history
of Omaha that have not been touched
by the finger of Fry.
Mr. rrv has dodged public omce
as he would duck shrapnel in a trench,
until a Board of Education member
ship was pushed upon him. He says
he would almost as soon tace the
Quantrell guerillas asking for a drink
as to face the constant stream of
people who want special favors which
a member of the Board of Education
cannot grant and be honest with him
self and the city.
Nxt In This Brlw "Bow Omalia Got
A Cyclone Storr.
'That Btory," Mid Representative Gardner
a Providence receutlon. apropos of a
hyhenated explanation of a German sabotace
plot, "la very flshy. It reminds me of
"Once, In Texas. I came upon a tall chim
ney, like a factory chimney, rising m an
" 'Friend.' I said to a native, 'what la
that chimney doing there?" .
" 'That ain't no chimney,' said the native.
It's a well.'
"Tea said he. It's old Jeff Thatcher's
well. A cyclone turned her upside down and
Inside out.' '' Washington star.
Everybody Has a Hobby Which He Rides!
Say, Tell Us What's Yours?
Ed Wolverton, the star and cele
brated life insurance man, has a hob
by and a very strange hobby has he.
His hobby is giving Sunday school
Last year St. Mark's English Luth
eran Sunday school had its picnic
while Ed was out in Denver. He
came back and looked around and
said, "So you had the picnic while I
was gone. I won't stand for that.
So I'll give a picnic."
He set the day and had about two
tons of "wieners" hauled out to Elm
wood park, together with scores of
cakes and tubs of pickles and oceans
of coffee. Ed weighs about 300 and
is a good feeder and he figured every
body else ought to be a good feeder,
The kids and the grownups certain
ly came to his picnic. They came on
street cars and in automobile and in
flivvers. Ed himself superintended
the cooking of the "wieners." He
knew just, how to do it. And then,
after the big ball game was over, the
crowd attacked the big eats.
The whole affair was a grand suc
cess and big Ed declared it was more
fun than soliciting life insurance. He's
a "bear" at that, but as a picnic giver
he is a superbear.
Brigadier General William M.
Wright, U; S. A., may have all the
dignity that goes with his "star" and
surely will uphold it with credit; but
a host of Omahans who congratu
lated him on his rise in thearmy
service will always think of him as
"Billy". Wright, and it may be ques
tioned if he. ever will want to be
anything else to them. It was with
the old Second infantry, so long sta
tioned at Fort Omaha, General
Wright saw his first active duty after
being turned1 out from West Point
with a second lieutenant's shoulder
straps. Many, are the tales told hy
the "hovs" who knew him them. He
I took part in all. the athletic spocts of
lUC XiUmillUllliy U3 umu, wan
About all K. D. , Shirley, local
movie magnate, does these days is to
drive his machine here and there
over first this street and then the
other, and ofttimes far into the coun
try. He says it's too hot to work,
and all he does is to drive and watch
the pictures flicker by on the screen
of his cool theater. On being asked
if he didn't feel ashamed of himself
making the actors and actresses work
so hard this weather, he said they
didn't seem to mind it at all, didn't
"sass" him back and didn't sweat a
bit. Lucky actor folk.
Harry Goldberg made his initial
trip to the well known den last Mon
day, and on his arrival there the fol
lowing conversation took ,placc:
Harry to gatekeeper: "Can 1 get
through this gate? Gatekeeper: "I
think so; they just drove a piano
truck through." 1
Ye Ladies, Attention!
. Why wait until coiiscri)ion time
to take man's place in the business
world? Miss Mary Sturgeon didn't.
Sam Wolf claims that the most
and the like and was always in de
mand, and so seldom refused that
some folks came to wonder if he
had no duty to perform at the tort.
He did do sonic soldiering, though.
One of the yarns told oi him in' this
connection has to do with a recruit
told off for duty one day when "Billy''
was officer of the day.
"Billy," fully accoutred, as regula
tions provide, was hurrying along
the walk between headquarters and
the guard house when he halted by
"Who be yuh, and wha be yuh
gwine?" demanded the guard.
"I am the officer of the 'day, you
fool," answered the surprised "Billy."
"Oh, he vuh the officer of the day?
Well, jWrc gwine to cotch hell
the sarge's been looTiin' fur yuh every
And, fresh from the "Point" as he
was, Lieutenant Wright let the
"rooky" get away with it.
United States Marshal Flynn's hob
by is being a wild man. He and his
absent-minded man in the world lives
in Omaha. This gentleman walked
into Sam's store the other day, bought
two hats, paid cash, and then walked
out again, minus mind, change and
"Business as Usual."
When everyone keeps advertising
Every one keeps buying. " .
When everyone keeps buying
Everyone keeps selling.
When everyone keeps selling
Everyone keeps making.
When everyone keeps making
Everyone keeps earning.'
When everyone keeps earning
Everyone keeps buying.
Paul L? Marquandt has been mak
ing a number of improvements in the
movie palace and summer vaudeville
center of which he is one of the own
ers. When asked by the writer if
he wasn't going to put up a screen to
keep the flies out this summer, he
said: "Now, don't kid me; we've had
a screen up all winter, and you know
it." "Show me," was my answer.
"Here," said Paul, and, taking me by
the arm, he led me inside the thea
ter and said "Look." "Where?" said
I. "Why, right ahead of you, the
place the picture is on." Yes, the
writer is feeling pretty fair again.
This column is rather short This
week, but perhaps if we can keep on
this page it will Groh Long. An
other reason is because by the time
you read it we will be on our vaca
tion. sons and some others hear the call
of the wild during the summer and
then they go down to a shack they
have along the banks of the sluggish
Platte. The marshal arrays his classic
form in khaki pants and flannel shirt
and he takes along a plentiful supply
of cigars and fislim' tackle. Also the
aforesaid two young sons and one
dawg and two boxes of seegars.
It isn't long after that that strangex
and mysterious disappearances are
noted in the families of various finny
fishes who inhabit the Platte. No
fih knows where they have gone. But
Marshal Flynn and the two little
Flynns and perchance Dep. Marsh.
Quinlcy and a few other frontiers
men know. And just about the time
little Bulge-eye Catfish is missed by
his ma and pa, Marshal Flynn and
two little Flynns and the other fel
lows are reaching into the frying pan
with their forks and asking where's
the salt and saying, "This is gosh durn
good cattish, I'm tellin' you.'
The Society for the Prevention of
Cruelty to Fishes ought to look into
Francis A. Brogan of the Board of
Education changes his hobby every
year, although there is a similarity in
that his hobbies are educational. This
year he is delving into the ancient
cities which have been uncovered.
Parties (5f Americans have been com
missioned from time to time to go to
the ancient sites of cities and dig deep
until they strike something worth
while. Their reports are interesting.
He enjoys reading of the strange ar
ticles these research men discover.
During the last few months he has
been reading of Crete, one of these
ancient cities. He has found some
interesting modes of living in vogue
thousands of years ag- He believes
his hobby to be about as good as any
he has read about, and he reads them
all in The Bee every Sunday. In
fact, one of his hobbies is reading
this page each week.
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