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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (July 8, 1917)
The Omaha Sunday Bee ran OMAHA, SUNDAY MORNING, JULY 8, 1917. Comb Honey By EDWARD BLACK. We Should Worry. This is a hot -weather story. It has to do with one of the cardinal sins, which is worry. This is something new, because nobody has yet written any advicexon how to comport one self during the silly season, comport being used advisedly. There is a physiological as well as psychological relation between one's well-being and the warm weather. "As a man thinketh, so is he." Where have we heard that before? Did Groh say that, or was it Long? Anyway, if you think hot thoughts you will be hot under the collar and hot all over. Just imagine you are out on the sidewalk, shoveling a bank of snow, and note the effect it will have upon your respiration and per spiration. Keep cool! That is easily said and as easily accomplished. Don't he ever lastingly complaining and asking: "Is it hot enough for you?" It is hot every ummer and the heat is very necessary in the scheme of -nature for the maturation of the crops. And just think of it, only a few more months and the autumnal winds will be blowing, the leaves will be falling, the frost will be on the pumpkin, the furnace will be doing its bit again and you will be wondering what you did with your summer's wages. Don't wyrry about the war. Re member that the foremost gathering of talent of the world is working overtime at Washington, and as long as you do your part as best you can, there is no need to worry. And don't worry your little head off trying to figure out when the war is going to end. - ' ' Sit steady in the boat, literally and ' figuratively. .If you were in a canoe or in a submarine, that is what you would have to do. , An old Chinese proverb covers the subject quite well in these words: "Don't see too much, don't say too much, don't hear too much." Don't worry how your neigh bor's daughter got the money if you see her wearing a new suit, or if you hear a new record being played on her phonograph. Her rich uncle may have died, or she may have saved her brother's cigar store coupons. Don't get all het up and go to pieces if your neighbor's boy blows the horn of theirnew flivver until you think it is Gabriel announcing the last day. Re member that part of the fun of hav ing a new automobile is blowing the horn loud and often, particularly in the neighborhood of the owner. Also bear in mind that automobile horus were made to blow and that youth is enthusiastic. : Don't talk about the weather. The chances are that the other fellow has full knowledge of the weather con ditions and has had it sufficently im pressed upon him without the infor mation bring imparted by you. ; Maintain your mental poise,, retain your aplomb, hold your feet on the ground, keep an even keel and then you will be coot,; , !....: , It is always warm in the good old summer time. , Take quick leave of the irritations of the day, walk in the shade of tranquil thoughts and don't ask, "ltMl hot enough for you?" Revelations a Husband. Only six short months since I gave my heart and hand and a water set to Mary, Hie one woman I picked from all of the women of the world to bear my name and darn my clothes. . Is D opi est i c Re la ti Writes Ileal Human -Interest Story Mrs. Rose M. Ohaus, in charge of the domestic relations department of the Board of Public Welfare, says she used to "write pieces for the papers" when the lived in Kansas. Not so long ago she has been particularly in terested in a family comprising moth er, father and two small children. She was asked to write this up according to her ideas, which she did as follows: A little wren of a woman with none of the ordinary claims to beauty, but whose face irradiated the great love she bore her husband and children, becomes typical of all of the beautiful pictures of mothers and sweethearts in the world. All of the tender, lov ing phrases that come easily to the tongues of men in the presence of the one beloved, come into your mind as you watch the tender care of ailing baby and convalescent husband. This 'little woman, whose entire time is taken up with household cares, knew little of our city or how to get about; but when the gaunt wolf Hun ger threatened her home she had the courage to face the dangers of a bit terly cold night t visit the mayor at his home and tell him the story of the great need in her family. She told of her husband, hitherto self-supporting, but now slowly recovering from a siege of rheumatism; of two babies less than 2 years of age; of how they had used their few savings and now, friendless, they asked ior help. . Hav ing paid cash always for supplies, they had failed to establish, credit. The mayor bell ved the story, gave temporary help and on the next morn ing he had the welfare board invest! gate the case and learn tlie tacts. The' investigator found a little home with all of the evidences of good housekeeping. Neatness was on every hand. Crocheted bedspread, spotlessly clean; tidies and scarfs trimmed beautifully with hand-made lace by the little Bohemian house mother. The home-made tables and shelves and many other con' ivances for the convenience of the house be spoke the pride that the head of the house took in his home. The draw ings and little pictures on the walls told of his undoubted talent in this line of work. He is A painter and as nirei to be a decorator. The case was worthy, so help for liis immediate necessities was pro ' 'i vided by the county and work was ' provided whin he was able to work, Hi health, however, failed to return, His condition was found to be serious, owing to a growth in his throat that demanded early attention. Medical attention was given and the man u recuperating from the effects of the operation. His wife cheerfully accepts fhe cross "of oublic benefactions and works incessantly, while not engaged at household cares, crocheting laces which she hones to sell and thus in ' small way help to bear the ex nenses. ' Qrpfe History of Omak AH tlie truth and" untruth thats fit to know By Av. R. GROH. Chapter XXI Medicine1. In a previous important chapter the historian has told of the rise of the dental profession in Omaha. In some way the medical profession was over looked. 1 his will be comprehensively treated now. The first physician to locate in Omaha was Dr. George L. Miller. He was a very able man, in fact, so able' that he did not remain in the medical profession but became an editor and in that exalted profession distinguished himself. I he doctors of Omaha organized a society in 1855 and one of the first things they did was to draw up a union schedule of fees, such as "Mumps, $2 per call; measles, $2 per call; pneumonia, $3 per call," etc. Calls made at night were at the rate of time and a half. Also there was a special charge for taxicab service on all calls more than half a mile from the doc tor's office, Nonunion doctors, however, began cutting the rates and ever 6ince then Omaha has been an open shop city as far as the medical profession is concerned. t In those early days they needed some sort of a schedule and they needed to do a cash business because there were a lot of slippery customers who thought nothing of calling the doctor at all times of the night and day and then when the poor man had pulled them through their sickness they would give him the merry ha ha and let him whistle for his money. It was a mean thing to do! Great enthusiasm marked local med. ical circles in 1868. The cause for this was the bright prospect of getting a possible that it is only six months? It seems like six years, but I checked up the date. How time flics. Yesterday I asked Mary if she could cook dumplings like my mother used to cook them. She gave me a look that made the ice box shiver. "I was just asking you, Mary," I pleaded, forgivingly. x "Glad you asked me, glad you asked me," she retorted, gingerly. What did Kipling say about the female of the family? I have forgot ten, but he had the right hunch, any way, did Kip. , t Mary and'1 made up. That was our first real quarrel. I told her I was just teasing her about the dump ling; that her dumplings were the best I ever ate and that they just melted like snow in my mouth. Mary says the way of true love never did stay on the rails. I won der if all married men quarrel with their wives. I wonder if they do. I let Mary do alt of the quarreling one day and she got more hopping mad than ever because I would not quarrel. We had dumplings at our house to day. Heard En Passant. "I just believe her tongue swings on the middle and goes at both ends." "Don't walk so fast, Harold; you didn't walk so 'fast before we were married." "Every time I take a drink of that near-beer 1 have to laugh; I feel like I am kiddjng myself." "1 suppose Major Paul Skinner wilt be able to elbow his way through the trenches." (That's a deen on. "How do you like my new unoslip?" ons Supervisor one another and for" their two tittle daughters, the gratitude they fre quently express for the generosity of the agencies giving relief, the pleas ure they plan for the future when the clouds of illness and noncmployment pass, and they may have a little cot tage with a garden, all tend to revive the most world-weary soul and put faith into the most wavering spirit. A Fable Once upon a time there was only one village on the whole face of the earth. The population of this vil lage was twenty families. It was a prosperous community; the hills were dotted with many cattle and the fields covered with grain. All money had been destroyed ex cept five $1 bills. These bills, how ever, did much. They, bought houses and land; food and clothing; their constant circulation kept up the pros perity of the community- There be ing only five $1 bills, it frequently happened that all would come into the hands of each family many times dur ing a day. " One night a terrific storm broke over the village and cast terror into the hearts of the people. On the mor row they gathered on the Wllaee green and talked among" themselves. borne said that the end of the world was near; some said" that the great storm tokened a change of seasons; the expressions of opinions were many. Old Bodendath was much interest ed in what was said, for the trading of the day before had left him in pos session of three $1 bills. He listened intently and as he listened his hand closed tightly off the three bills. Pres ently the gossip ceased and the peo ple went upon their business. Alter a day or so Banderbat dis covered that his neighbor, Bodendath, was holding three of the $1 bills; and that day a dollar bill coming into Banderbat's possession, he held to it. Business in the community was al most at a standstill. Little trading was done, the shops closed early and the people lounged in the streets. Then one day Bodendath. thinking that the fears of the community were entirely v unfounded, took one of his oonar Dins ana sianea trading; men another and then the third. Banderbat, seeing these bills in cir culation, thought that his neighbor, Bodendath. must be mistaken as re gards conditions and he put his bit! into circulation; Business quickly became- normal Many purchases were made and the more frequently the five bills passed through each one's hands, the more the families purchased, until the stores had to keep open far into the night. Moral: Don't b a Bodendath or a Oh'. Wfiai became o Mr.Bdrket? man's body for dissection. The man's name was Ottway G. Baker and he had promised them his body. He said they could have it on February 14, which was the day he was to be hang ed. (He had killed a man in cold blood and then burned the building in the hope of hiding his fiendish deed. But "murder will out.") The doctors were pleasantly antici pating getting of Mr. Baker's Body and planning how they would dissect it and study it when suddenly this pleasant prospect was blasted and the dark clouds of disappointment low ered over it, shutting out the rays of the sunlight of promise. The trouble was that the priest who attended Mr. Baker in his last hours objected to having the -body cut up and dissected. And in spite of all they could do the judge refused to let them have the body. However, these pioneer physicians were not men to yield easily to dis couragement. We find among the records of the medical society that on March 9, four weeks after Mr. Baker n mm rt Mi cam netztn 9 a In the 'chseJshp 'pertod v was launched through the trap door of the scaffold, the society voted to pay $25 to defray certain expenses incurred by certain members of the society on condition that a certain human skeleton in the possession ,of these members be turned over to the society to be placed among the ar chives. Can we not read between the lines what became of the body of Mr, Baker? . ' Today the medical profession is large and flourishing in Omaha. Doc tors have palatial offices and waiting rooms with the latest magazines for the diversion of their patients. They ride around in automobiles. They practice in the many hospitals and lee ture in our medical colleges. Truly the medical profession has mad great strides. Questions on Chapter XXI. 1. When did the medical profes sion adopt a union schedule of prices? 2. What (probably) became of the ody of Mr. Baker? 1 3. Describe the equipment of mod ern doctors in Omaha. .1 L r i Oh! What a Difference Twenty-Five Years Make! ' Bid You Identify Any of These Well-Known Lawyers From Their Old-Time Photographs? How They Looked m- Miifciiii mmmmm M&mmti miis S$m wpaaar-- jiiiiiiw 4wn wf How They Look Now! : : : : . : : : : : Jhained ctfmbxg QppHtfeFS and cPugilish ofye learned By A. EDWIN LONG. Fate seemed unable to rid the world of "Dad" Weaver. Fate tried it in Illinois, in Indiana and in Ne braska, but Fate could not keep him out of Omaha. From tlie time he hid his school books in the lumber yards in Zanes ville, 0., and went swimming in the mill race, where he went under and drank the race half out; from the time he was measured by the re cruiting officer for civil war service and found too young; from the time John L. Sullivan seized him by the neck and threw him half way across the opera house in Quincy; until the time George Tzschuck took him for a jacksnipe and shot his coat full of birdshot at Blair, Fate struggled mightily to rid the universe of "Dad" Weaver. Fate failed, and J. D. Weaver finally found a haven in Omaha, where wild adventures no longer come to him, and where, as "Samson," he spends his days and nights arranging tortures for other human beings at Ak-Sar-Ben's Den. It was an eventful night, July 5, 1851, when Johnnie Weaver was born in Zanesville, O. It was whispered the sun set earlier than usual that night; that a strange comet lit the northern sky; that the zenith was a riot of shooting stars; and, 'tis said, "the sheeted dead did squeak and gib ber in the streets." "Johnnie" used to skate through out the winter, and the minute the ice got too "rotten" to hold him he be gan to swim. He pushed George Bal lew off a raft into a forty-foot hole in the Wabash, and then had to dive under the raft to get George. Thus he was always getting himself into trouble. He was about 11 years old when he Then! tried to rush into the civil war. The army couldn't use him, but Colonel John A. Bryan hired him to torture a snare drum in front pf the recruiting station. "He gave me $13 a month and found," says Weaver. "I hammered that drum around there for a couple of years, and laws, how jealous all the kids were of me." When the war was over and the drum hadbeen battered into rags, Colonel John A. Bryan induced Weaver to go into his print shop as an apprentice. He learned the print ing trade, but all the time had an itch ing to be a traveling salesman. Finally he sold cigaft for a time on the road. His employer said he sold a good many, but smoked a goodl many more, so .mat me reraiionsrup was soon dissolved. Benjamin Franklin had started the Saturday Evening Post in Philadel phia many years before. Weaver knew about this, so he started the Saturday Evening Mail in Terre Haute, Ind. That was in 1872. He intended to keep the paper long enough to write up the Custer mas sacre in 1876, but he sold out before Custer got himself killed. He founded a daily paper in Quincy, 111., then and believes to this day it would have been the making of him had he stayed. While in this office he printed some hand bills for John L. Sullivan when the pug . was grand standing around the opera houses. Sullivan gave him a lot of compli mentary tickets for the evening per formance, and then , Weaver and Sul livan made the rounds of a few grog shops together. Weaver defcired to introdure Sullivan to all his bartender friends in Quincy incidentally also to all his highball friends on the bar. iux i s I "2Dad" Weailer The sidewalk got pretty narrow for the two along toward evening, and they had to go arm in arm, to keep off the curbstone. Sullivan finally went to the hotel, and Weaver made a date with Mrs. Weaver to go to a dance at night. Be fore going to the dance he went to the opera house and presented his print ing bill to" Sullivan. When he got his money, he turned to go downstairs. " "Ain't you going to the show?" asked Sullivan. "No, John, I believe not," began the printer. "You see I've got a date with " "I guess ' by blankety-blankety-blank, you'll see this show!" roared Sullivan. At the same instant he took Weaver by the nape of the neck and threw him into the room, whirling, spinning, half way up the aisle like a top. Weaver stayed and saw the show. Why not? In Peoria he played billiards regff Iarly with Bob Ingersoll, for Ingersoll had a great billiard room in his own home, and Weaver was invited there often. Also he drank cocktails with James Whitcomb Riley and the two were considered among the best judges of that mixture in the city. Yes, Weaver liked Riley's poems, too. It is as sumed he tolerated them for some- thing of the same reason he tolerated Sullivan's show; for Weaver knows no more about poetry than a shark does about the quality of mercy. Itching to go west, Weaver sold his newspaper interests and jumped to Kansas City. That did not look good to him, and he put out some feelers toward Omaha. J. A. Matthews, man ager of the old Herald, wrote him and offered a job in the advertising de partment. . So Weaver landed in Omaha a stranger, and in an hour had worked up a p'retty good acquaintance in the course of a luncheon at Maurcr's res taurant "The air felt different here. The people were more congenial," said Weaver, "and in a hour I knew I would like Omaha, and I decided to stay the rest of my life." After a while he became advertising man on The Omaha Bee. He stuck with the advertising game for years and then decided to retire from the activity of making a living. The Board of Governors of Ak-Sar-Ben would not I let him retire. When h had resigned from The Bee and got his trunk packed to do some traveling the governors hooked their fingers into his buttonholes and wouldn't let him go. They needed a secretary of Ak-Sar-Ben at that time. So "Dad" Weaver stayed and became "Sam son," the "Dad" of " some 20,000 knights of Ak-Sar-Ben, and the man known to more people in the state than any other man, not even except ing the motorcycle cop. Next In Thli Scries How Omaha Got C, C. Belden. 1 " Everybody Has a Hobby! Tell Us What's Yours 1 Ray C. Kingsley has laid aside his hobby for this year. His hobby is trapshooting. He has starred as a trapshooter at the Gun club grounds in Omaha and all over the state for some years and this year he has de cided to cut it out. "I have set a mark for myself this year," he said, "not a mark to be shot at with bird shot, but a mark in a business way and I am going to attain that mak. To do that I had to cut out some other activities and I decided not to chase the traps and the tournaments this year. Next year I will again set aside a sum of money which I will appropriate to the purchase of am munition and to other incidental ex penses of the shooting game. When that fund is shot up I will quit." White waists have become the hob by of Julius Orkin, who has been in the business of selling women's ap parel for fifteen years. Up to a few years ago he had not developed the waist" department. He would not look at a waist salesman, much less talk business with him. Then he learned that a big New York house had sold over $1,000,000 worth of womens' waists in a single year. He learned of other concerns that had had similar runs. He began to study the trade in waists. He put in a stock. He sold it and put in a bigger one. He kept increasing it until he has one of the largest assortments -of ladies' waists in the west Today when he goes to New York on a buy ing tour he spends most ot his time buying waists. To the waist counter he goes first when he arrives, and at the waist counter one finds him last before taking the train for Omaha. James H. Taylor, credit man at the Burnasco store, has a repetoire of stories. The one he likes best goes something like this: ' Mose drove into town on his mule and tied up at the general merchan dise store. "How long were you all eettinflr in on that mule?" asked the proprietor. Ah reckon it was about four hours," replied Mose. "How you all going to get back before dark?" asked the solicitous storekeeper. "Ah jes reckons Ah will get back all right," rejoined the mule's owner. Then the propnfetor rubbed some red pepper on the mule and the ani mal dashed away, riderless. "How much is that box of red stuff you rubbed on dat dar mule?" asked Mose. "Twenty-five cents," was the answer. "Welt, you jes give me about 10 cents worth. Ah intends to catch dat mule," replied Mose. 1 Xhe great love this couole have for Banderbat The Quieterion. 4-