The Omaha Sunday Bee
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OMAHA, SUNDAY MORNING, JULY 8, 1917.
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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.
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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
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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.
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"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.
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