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The Omaha Sunday Bee 'A OMAHA, SUNDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 17, 1918. 3 Comb By EDWARD BLACK. Hone Eife of the Leffingwells. Mr. Leffingwell had turned her back pon another day's work and she had noted on her calendar that Harry Latider would be here on a Thursday- in March. She entered a pencil mark against the date and made a mental note that she would try to inveigle the governor into buying tick ets for the family. One of her favor its numbers of the Lauder repertoire was the one which related the nice ness of arising in the early morning, and of the superlativeness of remain ing in bed until inclination impelled a movement toward the breakfast table. She wanted Leffingwell to hear that song, because he had been wan dering away from the practice of his precept that the early riser appre hends the worm and hears the birds sing. Leffingwell had not been re sponding to reveille with the enthu siasm which had marked the days of his early wedded life. His wife was wondering whether he was losing interest in the cultural side of life and was developing a materialism cff his own, a materialism which knew only work, food, sleep and a corncob pipe. She imagined that Leffingwell's liver might be out of kiltf r or was he just growing lazy? ,-The thought of the latter possibility struck her with an awful impact. Could Henry Leffing well be affected by the hook woftn? She had been reading of the effects of hook worms upon humans and her imaginings carried her to an epidemic of hook worm in the Leffingwell ranks. uui bug icduitcu 11 aiauu uj n worst came to worst because she had rcsyivcu 10 suck to ucr wan, wiruugu calm and storm, against hook worms nd the man who says "I told you so. ' While Mrs. " Leffingwell was thus The Weekly & Bumble Bee t . ; THS WEEKLY BUMBLE BEE. A. STINGER, EDITOR. Communication! on iny tople reolvd, without poitat or tfnatur. ; Nona rtturntd. NO APS AT ANT PRICB. SPORTING EDITOR HAD Astounding bsum and came Into KOTEt, Tbli wtak'i mhln hint to etnario author: A war drama In which a younj man la "afraid" to anllat Hla awt htart tot Into th Red Cross. Latar tha youna man enlist. Bha flnda him wounded on tli battle field and nuraea him, back -to lira. Than they are' married. BBrBEBT. Tha editor received a beau tiful valentine eayln. "I'll be your eweetbaart fine and dandy, if you'll always have some candy handy." Wa refuee to be bought and augieat that tha fair but anonymous aender act In touch with a confectioner. 1 TOM. I We hope the bolshevik! will ttand firm on tha name of Petrofred and not let the Ger mane chance H back to St. Petersburg. They've yielded everything elae. ' PROBLEM. "What I can t eee la how there's enough power In that little trolley wheel to push the car along," we overheard on small boy tell another on the atreat car. J WHTf . floe laat to ms that 'lie held Hunter rnlalng the world's "He could captivity. "Yov up In The With frold and served regarded riveted, editorial 'The Chamber of Commerce restaurant lost S3.JS7.1S laat year. Judging by the several lunchea we ate there, they ought to make at leaat 10 cents on each fs-cent luncheon. . DCD8. Men's clothing this year la to be "absolutely plain In every re spect." the retail clothier. In rrtnv.ntlnn auAmbled last weak. told oa. Tee, In every respect exoept prices which are and will be . lancy . AKSWEB, A correspondent Inquires what Is the meaning of bolahevlkL Answer ''Cravens" or "Cow ards." - . POETICAL. Hoove, brothers, -Hoove with care, Hoove on the order ' Of tb Pood admlnlatratalre. "Evil be danced. How the kaiser must grind his teeth In Impotent rage when ; he learns that German meaalee have been driven from America U4 only 'Liberty measles" are . aow known hereA Tou up your yon bate than, bar 'spring I IN VHP7V HAS CAM HAD ZERO I SMELL WEATHER ON IT IN THE, TH 3& 0 ttAY. AIR ALL THE. BL6SS6MS AN BUDS WERE FROZE ETC., ETC. I 1 Honey musing upon the certainties and un certainties of man and his days upon this earth, her consort was reposing in his easy chaii trying to decide whether he should have rubber heels put on his shoes. He began to move it ,i . i ' in roKcn mat ne was awake ana naa a few words which he wished to impart to the members of his flqck. , "One of the impressive 'phrases which the war has brought to us from the other side is 'Carry on,' " was the foreword of Captain Leffingwell in illumination of his mental distress. "I want to adjure the members of the Leffingwell family to carry on at all times, to keep at whatever task they may be doing until that task shall have been completed; to not al low distractions to interfere with duty well done. I want you all to remem ber the old saying, 'If a task is once begun, never leave it till it's done.' There is a world of meaning in that oveNseas expression, 'Carry on.' It means 'stand by;' it is a sermon in two words. We should carry on in our efforts to do our bit In winning the war for -democracy, in food conser vation, in the elimination of waste and in the conservation of energy and resources. ' This does not mean td carry on enthusiastically for a day or so and then lapse into indifference, but to carry on through the days and nights of war-time travail, until in the end we may look backward and point with pride to our individual ef forts.' "Say, dad, I want to ask if you can recite 'Gunga Din?' " asked Willie, his little face shedding a mischievous ir idescence. Willie thought that Kip ling's "Gunga Din" and John Hay's "Jim Bludso of the Prairie Belle," were the best bits of verse he had read since the. time he memorized OMAHA, SUNDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 17, 1918. - HORRIBLE EXAMPLE1 OF STRAIGHT FLUSH AND DID NOT RECOGNIZE IT INGRATITUDE SHOWN BY "POET" FEBLOWITZ Dlscloaurea Are He Complains Because The Made by Three Poker Hoonds Against 'a Fellow Craftsman. v Russell Phelpa, Kinll Nus- Bumble Be Befaaed to Print Laat Verse Ills Effusion. flomo people are Doana Powell each fled. Last Sunday we Inflicted upon the patient readers of The Bumble Bee the first verse Tha Bumble Bee of- week and whlapered Fred S. Hunter, the and chorus of a "patriotic song" world's greatest sporting editor, knows nothing about the great game, of poker. perpetrated by "Dave lowitx of The Bee room. a etrelght flush In We thought we were a game the other evening and tha other fellow bet him and the poor fish happy. We thought he would appreciate It. called him Inateail of But doea he? Not him," declared Phelps. Jtint klcka because greatest turfman. print the last verse writes us In the thankless fashion: Kditor Bumble Bee: o' bot 11,000,000 on that hand," explained Nua bautn, who admits ha Is the greatest advertising man In Dear Sir I noticed that you ought to write Hunter. my "poem" In The Bumble Hee." ad last" Sunday and many thanks to you. But what I regret moat was that you did not print the last verso also which I con sider, was really as good or better than the first. I took great pains to write this pa triotic poem and you go ahead and apoll the best part of It, vised Powell, the greatest rsr toonlst now appearing before the American public. our accustomed sang aavolre falre, we re Judgment. We declined to believe these stories about Hunter, whom we have alwaya aa a hard-boiled triple- Well, anyway, I brass-throated, aosln- about It, I will only the-drlnklng guy, steeped In worat of the deal. the sinful ways of poker, clgarets, base ball, basket ball, foot ball, bowling and the like, of which we, living in the rare, philosophical atmosphere of the It'a peanuts to you're Jealous of writing and you show It by treating me this way. Respectfully yours, DAVE FEBLOWITZ. We explained to our readers sanctum, know little. We reaerved our Judgment and approached Mr. Hunter upon the subject. "Pure bonehead," drawled the w, g. a. e. as he cast a blase eye over The Sporting News. "Pure bonehead." "Vou admit it, do you?" we gaaped. "Say, get me right, bo," he aald In hla low" aportlng argot. "I know what a atralght flush la, but I'd never seen one. Seel Just the same, the guy thai 'didn't know a straight f luah' haa been raking In all themiui" up at those little games. I'll say he haa." laat week why we did the last, verse of Mr. alleged poem. We as bad or even oro first. VANDERLIP. Oh. Frank, can It be that you are mixed up In the scandal at the Hog Island ahlpyarda! And after coming out here and preaching thrift and self-denial and patriotism to ua all in Boyd's thi ter only a few weeka ago and tolling us wa must give all all. to win this war. Oh, Frank, we simply can't believe It. Ws consider Hunter's answer unanswerable by hla three de tractors. MOTTO. 4 FEAR. Theae major domos they have In banka always make ua feel like a criminal. The major dome wear a uniform. He an swers queailona, keeps the sta tionery In order and keeps an eye on the customers. We can't help feeling that he Is regarding us as a suspicious character every time we go Into a bank. v To those "good" people who want to cloae the dance halls we ' recommend the motto, "Honl solt qui mal y penee," which, being Interpreted, means to him who evil thinks." Folks who want to be immoral don't go to the bright lights of dance halls to be so. It Is notable that prac tically all thoao who believe dancing Is evil have never SKINNER. Mr. Otis Skinner, the eminent actor, who was here last week In an Italian role. Is not the same man who makes the cele brated Skinner's macaroni. The latter la Paul F. Skinner, who has gained much fame by eat. Ing lunch at Welch's restaur. HATE. will find, after figuring war income tax, urn the kaiser even worse . " 5 ants 72 to? a, "Paul Revere" and had rcited it at a week-end school program. Iieffiiiyjwell was not in a mood for reciting poetry. He tried to write a poem once, when he was courting Mrs. Leffingwell, and she was so dispiriting in her comments, that for evef afterwards poetry was a sensi tive topic to him. It almost gave him the river chills to think of reciting poetry in the, presence of Mrs. Lef fingwell. He-resumed consideration of the evening thought. "The troible with many of us h that we ate dilettantes in the stern business of life. We do not look at life's problems with enough deter mination, but we are getting down to business and, as the days go by, we arc learning the true significance qf carrying on. It is for each of us to carry on to our utmost, and no half way course will suffice." . Fa, did you ever use snuff ? was Willie's next interrogative internola tion. Willie had heard that snuff cleared the head and he thought that perhaps a little snuff would help his dad. Leffingwell glared at his pre cocious progeny. Mary snickered IN OUR TOWN. It may Interest you to know that Charlie Sherman's middle name la Rollln. We saw, a man with sideburns last Thursday. W thought hi race was extinct Miss Henrietta Reea visited In our sister city of Council Bluffs last Wednesday. "Attorney Edward J. Svoboda Is proud of the fact that hla name means "liberty." Frank Edgerton. who was formerly assistant attorney gen eral and had tha distinction of being a schoolmate of The Bumble Bee editor, was in town on business at the federal court. R. M. Luce Informs us that he haa severed his connoctton with the Now York Life Insur ance company and Is now with the Payne Investment company. The New York Life Is still con. tlnulng business. Victor Rosewater Is out again after a 10-day Vale with ton allltla which "followed his at tendance at a Rotary club meet inn," says the Omaha Rotary club's "Weekly ' Whirl." It Is not believed, of course, that the tonsllltls was caused by the meeting. ECONOMY. Why not eat up our own po tatoes ? We are told there are 6.000,000 bushels of spuds In Nebraska. That's five bushels for every man, woman and child. Still we are hauling po tatoes In from western states and the retailers are getting higher prices for these Imported spuds than from the home grown. They aren't a bit bet ter, but some folks Imagine they are because they come from Somewhere Else. BONE. "I had to throw away three loavea of bread last Wedneaday morning," said a Dundee wom an. "You know, It was wheat lesa day." Poor aoul! She meant well. But meaning well and doing foolish won't solve our food problem. of never satis- Feb- composing making a bit. He we didn't also. Ho following published Humble Boo won t argue get the doughnuts my poetry not print Feblowltis consider It than the MULTIPLICATION. A sign In a Farnam street window on a cigar display says: CENTS EACH. FIVE FOR 30 CENTS. We feel safe In believing that they are a In 10 for (0 cents or It for u cents. TWO. Herr Hoefer, Austrian food administrator,-has been up to Berlin to plead for more food to administer. In apite of the name, he I no relation to our own Herbert. BREAD. T o Omaha bakers in the same firm testified that they draw a salary of IS50 a week each. This Is more than some newspaper men get. FOR BENT Lsrt room hi baseeieat or court Bouse, suitable ror gym nasium, etc equipped with sbswer baths. Pboa. heat, lights, soap, towels, eta., furnished by county. o 0 behind a book she was reading, while Mrs. Leffingwell maintained a re spectful attitude. Leffingwell braced himself for a counter attack from the skirted side of his household. He knew full well that he could not get by without the last word from- the woman whose heart and hand he had won in the heyday of his youth. Mrs. Leffingwell cast a withering glance at the liberty bread winner of her cottage. Henry was studying the pattern of the carpet and looking for an easy way out. "Henry Leffingwell," began the rose of the rancho, and Leffingwell's head straightened up mechanically, but his face was listless. "I think," she continued, "that if you would re move the ashes from beneath the furnace grate now and then, instead of leaving that for me, then you. might talk about carrying on. The trouble is that you do not know how to carry on. I carry on from the time I hear the alarm clock in the morning, until the curfew ringl at the close of day. I would like to have a picture of you carrying on. It would be a picture fit for the funny,page of the Sunday paper. The only carrying on you know anything about is to tarry on when your coffee i3 too hot or too cold, or when you can't find your spectacles. I am a-thinking it is about time for you to carry on to bed. You need rest, Henry Leffingwell. Too much thought has impeded your circulation. You may have the hook worml" Willie and Mary looked at their father with a new sort of interest, the idea of his dad having hook worms appealed to the humorous side of the boy. He wondered whether the lazy feeling which creeps on about fishing time, might be caused by hook worms. His notion, of hook worms was the kind he digs out of the ground for bait. He thought his mother had been 'rather severe on his fatTlor Leffingwell began to have a creepy f teeling, as it the power oi suggestion had done its perfect work. He asked himself whether it could be possible that he was a victim of hook worms. Mary jumped into the breach at the psychological moment by inquir ing who invented twin beds, as she had observed that neighbors on the day before received dual retiring re ceptacles and she was solicitous for the Leffingwells to keep in style. Mrs. Leffingwell suggested that the family should sing, "Blest Be the Tie That Binds," in which Leffingwell joined with vehemence, after which the family pajamas and slumber robes werg entered and the lights of the Leffingwell lodge were dimmed. "Horse" Ever since the days of his boyhood, E. L. Richards, a resident of Park wood, one of Omaha's northside addi tions, his been a great lover of meat. In fact for many years it might be said tha; meat eating has been his hobby. Now he has cut meat cold and is through cutting cold meat even. The cutting out of meat is not due to any suggestion of Food Dictator Hoover, or Under Dictator Wattles. It is because he is througn with meat While Mr. Richards has put a ban on meat eating, his wife has done the same thing. Mr. Richards is a traveling man. with Iowa the field of his operation Recently he was working hii territory and came into a town whete one of the markets was selling horse meat over the block. Mr. Richards was due to start for home that day, so he pur chased a fine cut of horse loin and brought it along for Mrs. Richards to cook. At home he turned the pur chase oer to his wife, informing her that it was a choice tidbit, cut from an Iowa cornfed steer. She displayed her culinary art and cooked the bit of a horse to a Jurn. At the evening meal, spread out on a platter ani beauti,VJv garnished, the hefse wa. brought' the table. Mr. Richards served hh wife with a liberal helping of the horse meat and treated the v - Jerrvir a - rJ5 111'. -. Monday's Dream Shattered HQW OMAHA GOT By A. EDWIN LONG. Instead of being president of the Omaha Manufacturers' association now. Howard M. Goulding might just as well be scampering after Jess Willard's crown, for Goulding had prize ring ambitions as a boy. . As a boy back at Kearney, where he was born, he never thought of be ing a manufacturer. He never sus pected he would become president of the Omaha Manufacturers' associa tion. He did suspect, however, that he would some day be batting naked gladiators over the ropes in the prize ring. I wanted to foyow in the foot- steos of Tim Corbetl," says Goulding. "I T)Oxed and trained studiously, read the sport pages, pasted the pictures of Corbett, Sullivan, Jefferies and the rest of them all around the woodshed and tried, to build my muscles up to look like" theirs." Through a peculiar circumstance it happened that as he became a young man he got the opportunity to get into the ring with Jim Corbett on many occasions. Of course, it was not before a packed house with a heavy purse hung high, but it was out in the open field, under the blaring sun, and where the air was not tainted with bad cigar fumes. Then and there in a prize ring un- on the Dog two boys likewise. When t came to helping himself, he remembered that with him it was a meatless day and so informed his wife. She had a different idea and. instead of smelling a mouse, as she later informed her husband, she smelled a horse. The upshot cf the whole matter was that while the boys ate the horse andasssrted that they liked it, Mrs. Richards, like her husband, refrained from eating meat. The horse meal went to the pantry, Mrs. Richards in tending later to work it over into hash. Later, howeVer, When she was informed that the meat w3s from the. loin jbf a horse, it went to the dog. The dog was devoid of scruples and consequently the horse meat disap peared. - Mr. Richards declares that he is cured of the meat eating (hobby and that his wife has come out square-toed against eating meat, regardless ot what Mr. Hoover or any tf his as sociates may say or do. He says that now, every time he sees a piece of meat, regardless of whether it is pbrk, beef, veal or mutton, fn ,his mind a horse appears. The same he says is true, with reference to 'Mrs Richards 'state of nind when she sees or thinks meat and as a result meat or all" kinds has been banished from the Richards household- - vra . ? rartms is jc sweet der the Indiana sky. the present presi dent of the Omaha Bottling company, and president of the Omaha Manu facturers, u&ed to swing viciously at Corbett's jaw, execute desperate coun ters for his fine nose, and seek vainly to dishevel that world-renowned pom padour. And smiling Jim Corbett would duck, parry, guard, and glide about the ring, until the Nebraskan had had his fun, and then the champion would switch on the lighting and slam the cliap against the ropes a few times just to give him a taste of the life and public service of a 'pug. This great opportunity came to Goulding all because he had an uncle managing Willow Dale, farm near Crown Point, Ind the farm where for a long time Corbett maintained his training camp. It was when the youiuc Nebraskan visited there that he had tjiese immortal experiences with Corbett. Another noted individual with whom Goulding boxed years ago, is none other than Francis J. Hamer, now on the supreme bench in Ne braska. Judge Hamer loved his little boxing tilt, though few of his friends knew this. He liked to box in pri vate at houe. Nothing pleased the judge better than a battle royal be tween himself, his son Tom, and Howard Goulding. The three would get into the hay loft at Kearney with three pairs of gloves, and the judge would hang up a watch to see how long it would take him to knock the boys into the manger. After Goulding met Corbett, Fitz simmons,' and a lot of the other fighters; and after he called on the late John Lt Sullivan in New York City and found him in the midst of one-6f his periodical sprees, he be gan to think less of prize fighting as a profession. He attended Columbia university in New York a few years and came back to Kearney. At Kearney he jumped upon a bicycle and delivered messages for the Western Union at $10 a month. He was transferred to Lincoln, when he divided his time between delivering messages and operating the ticker. Soon he was in charge of the claim department in the superintendent's of fice. It was the Western Union that brought him to Omaha, for he was eventually transferred from Lincoln. Ten years ago he left the tele graph company to go with the Omaha Bottling company, a concern in which he already had a financial interest. Today he is president of the establish ment, head of the local manufactures' association, a live hustler in the OmsHia Chamber of Commerce and he pays no more attention to prize fight ing than merely to read and commit to memory the sport pages of every paper that falls into his clutches. Next In This Series How Oman got Fred W. Thome mm I Cwt - . 1 V ill Everybody Has a Hobby! Tell What's Yours Thomas Falconer, member of the Board of Eudcation, of Clan Gordon and a few other organizations, claims that golf is his hobby. It is said that Scotchmen are not given to hobbies as a rule, but Mr. Falconer maintains that every man and woman should have at least one hobby. This citizen from the land of Bobby Burns and Harry Lauder considers golf as the medium through which he can gain, healthful exercise, mingle with his fellow-men and increase his vocabulary. Mr. Falconer never made any claim to declamatory ability, but since he has taken up golf his friends have noted a marked improvement in his conversation. Words quite for eign to a plumbing shop are now fa miliar to Mr. Falconer. "The best part of my hobby is the fresh air and sunshine. It is all bosh to say that golf is the game of the rich man, becatise if that were true I would not be able to play golf. As a matter of fact, golf puts a man in bet ter condition to give the best that is in him in the way of service to the world, no matter what kind erf service that may be," said Mr. Falconer. Heaving a 16-pound ball down the smooth bowling alleys or wielding a cue about a billiard table are botli amusing and favorite pastimes of Eddie L. Kester, with the Nebraska Telephone company. The former sport, however, is "Pinkie" Kester's hobby, and is indulged in daily for practice, and on every Friday night for high records in a local bowling league. AH sports indoor or outdoor hold "Pinkie" in lively interest, but bowling is the apple of his eye. His general average hovers around 170, and many times he hit high scores. His chief interest centers about his team, with whom he actually works to lead the list of bowling averages with a high score. With his coat off, sleeves rolled up, neck bare and his trusty right grasp ing the ball, Eddie can be sure of a strike when he heaves the "Jess Wil lard" down the alley. His only grief about the game, pe culiar though it be, is that Pinkie is nursing an almost fullgrown "corn" on the knuckle", of his right thumb, which resulted from constant bowling. But what would hinder hint from bowling? Not even a mere "corn." Cursing the shades and memory of Jim O Shay, an erratic race horse, is the chief hobby of Fred A. Myers, a garage man who used to figure prom inently in Omaha's turf world. Myers, before the citizens of Nebras ka decided to risk prohibition, hel forth at an oasis and rendezvous fre quented by horsemen and followers of the game. Jim O'Shay was a good horse when Myers first bought him, but of late years the old fire eater de veloped a streak as erratic as a stut tering auctioneer and kept the owner lusy footing feed bills. In a race Jim would start like a house afire and Myers would have visions of a big purse. But each time something happened Jim would "blow up" or the bike would throw a tire or the driver wpuld fall out of the sulky. For several years this went on, and after each race Myers would threaten to consign Jim to a milk wagon where he really be longed. Finally, after one of his usual performances, which consisted of trotting, galloping, pacing, flying and crawling, Jim climbed a fence, broke a $150 sulky and started for the feed barn just once too often. Myers wished Jim onto an optimistic horseman, with the prediction that the equine "hophead" would crtc! his days breaking records on some milk route. At last reports Jim was "showing old time form." Myers says if he ever sees Jim on a race track again he'll bet 1,000,000 to 1 on the other nag. Major John G. Maher, like all other men, has a hobby a hobby of making speeches. The major is some im promptu speaker and no matter what the occasion demands he is all there and over when it conies to making a few well-chosen remarks. Major Ma her can talk on love or politics or any other topic. At the present timeis chief hobby is making speeches cVJ cerning war matters He is a willing, earnest and convincing talker. When he takes off his coat, rolls up his sleeves and spits on his hands all per sons within hearing of his voice sit up and take notice, for they know that they are billed to hear something interesting. No patter .what the oc casion if there is no occasion for a speech he will make the occasion the major is always ready to open fire. During the Red Cross drive he was a tireless talker in the interest of that organization and many were the speeches he made. If talking would win the war our country would have been victorious long, long ago, for Major Maher would go to Ger many and make an impressive speech! to the "kiser" and convince lirn that it U utter folly for the Teutons to measure military strength with the United States. ,- Gardeninsr and fnnrl rnn,ntlni are the hobbv of F.. TnwnUn,. former navy engineer. Here is the roster or wnt he raised in his garden last summer toward the national food suoolv: One hundred head f . bage (making 10 gallons of sauer kraut), two bushels lettuce, 25 pounds' wax beans, half hnchpl nilieliM m pounds sweet potatoes, 10 bushels po tatoes, nan a bushel ot peas, two bushels rutabaenps. tVin I.ucVioU oar- rots, three bushels onions, eight bushels tomatoes, two bushels sweet corn, 25 pounds navy beans, three bushels beets, one bushel turnips, five bushels field corn, one bushel pop corn, one bushel kaffir corn. Also 150 chickens. All this he did on six city lots. , Dr F. J." Despecher is a sail-boat fiend. Sailing boats is his obby. He sailed boats in Europe before he began to do all Omaha's inte rri. ing whenever distinguished French guests appear. The doctor sails high, wide, and handsome on Lake Manawa every summer. He is recognized as the most expert man before the mast on mighty Manawa,
