THE BEE; OMAHA, TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 17, 1918.
Women to
War TTta
Mass Meeting for
Women War Workers
To Be Held Wednesday
What was originally planned (or a
department meeting of the Y. VV.
C. A. interests, to be held Wednes
day morning in connection with the
ut meeting of the war camp rec
reational societies, will be turned in
to a mass meeting for women repre
senting all activities, not only those
merged with the Y. W. C A. for the
drive, but women's clubs, Red Cross,
trade union leagues, defense coun
cils, county or state, parent-teacher
associations, suffrage clubs and the
like.
The meeting will be called at the
Y. VV. C. A. auditorium at 10:30,
with Mrs. Charles Oflutt presiding.
Coming especially for this session
are Mrs. Andrew MacLeish of Glen
coe, 111., chairman of the Central
department, and Miss Edith Stanton,
department director. They will pre
sent woman's part in the war, fol
lowing with woman's part in the
coming united campaign.
The rest of the program will be
given to four-minute reports by the
State bureau heads and to an ad
dress by Miss Clarissa Spencer of
London, secretary of the world Y.
V. C. A. She will talk on the Y.
W. C. A. in Russia
The association's representation
at the meeting will be made up of
the state committee, composed of
the state chairman's cabinet, district
leaders and assoration president of
the state. The Omaha association
board and speakers from all over
the state who attended the institute
held here the latter part of August
will also be expected.
A luncheon is to be given at the
Y. W. building at 12:30. for which
all attending the session are invited
to make reservation.
Omaha Man Writes
of Hun. Onslaught
Experiences in Taris during the
great German offensive are vividly
described in a letter received by
Helen Rohlfson of Omaha from her
brother, Robert, who is in the postal
service in Pari. His letter ran in
part:
"I have had the experience of see
ing what the effects of a really great
offensive are. When the Germans
f J ... -J Da.!, tha
refugees by the thousands came to
ill the railroad stations, some of
them the most pitiful looking beings,
to be taken care of by the different
charitable institutions, the French
Sovernment, and more especially the
.merican Red Cross and the Ameri
can Y. M. C A. It is hard to de
scribe some of the sights one sees
St such times. Some rarry their few
belongings in a handkerchief or a
little bag. Whole families, old and
young, are looking for protection
and safety. These sights were seen
some little while ago. as you recall.
Now we see the reverse. The same
people are on their way back to
what remains of their former homes,
but in a different spirit, such a feel
ing of joy that they are returning
The Germans are gradually, but 1
judge much faster than they wish,
being driven back into their own
country, where they belong. I am
sure they can now read the hand
writing on the wall, 'Liberty for the
whole world.'
"We haven't had an air raid now
for some little time, and l guess
Kaiser Dill has had other things to
occupy his mind, although the last
four days he has been taking out
a little spite on us by using Big
Bertha (the long range gun). The
first day she was quite busy, firing
they say about 17 shells. The sec
ond day, not so many, and yesterday
only four or five, and today one at
ten minutes to 1 o'clock, so I sup
dos we won't have anv more. 1
think our soldiers are going to cap'
ture that gun and turn it around the
other way. The bombardment with
th big gun during the last four days
has been rather general over the
whole city but the casualties have
not been very heavy. Its effects do
not amount to anything compared
to the damages of the air raiders
and our boys, are giving them some
thing in return, which may be the
reason they are slowing up.
"Among the interesting things in
the city is to be on the main boule
vards on Sunday afternoon, especial
ly when it is nice, and see the peo
ple promenading. In front of the
cafes people sit on the walks around
little tables, under an awning and
sip coffee, wine, lemonade or some
thing of that sort and 'rubber' at
the people passing by. During the
big German offensive, no one would
have ever dreamed the enemy was
within 40 miles of Paris, judging
from the unconcerned way people
were taking things."
Young Girls Not to Canvass,
In the campaign for war funds in
which the war work council of the
Y. W. C. A. is participating, no girl
under 18 years of age will be used
to solicit money in any way, either
on the street or in a hous"-to-house
canvass. This is a resolution re-
ccntly adopted by the Y. W. C A.
war work council. AH money con-
' tributed by girls under 18 shall be
given by the girls themselves or
earned in a way approved by the
campaign managers.
Fifty whisky barrels have been do
nated to the salvage department by
the sheriff. These are good, clean
barrels and will be sold at $2 apiece.
John Maher, 4349 Seward street,
has given the salvage department
a case of baking powder, which will
be sold, for 25 cents a can. This is
the third case of baking powder Mr.
Maher has given the department
if l " . .1..... .( it. .
corps will me' Wednesdays, Fri
days and Saturdays at 4 o'clock. W.
R. Coleman.-Apperson sales rooms,
is instructor. A new class meeting
at fi odock Friday evening, has been
started to accommodate those who
cannot attend the daytime classes,
and begins this week.'
.-. Meeting of the Forty-second and
Douglas street auxiliary, Mrs. L. B.
Smith, chairman, will be resumed
Tuesday afternoon at 1 o'clock in the
iUsCaJbj Metbodist church.
! MOIETY
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FLUTTERING blue veils and
white aprons are proving the
open sesame to many unique
experiences to the charming young
women who are willing workers in
the canteen service. It seems a bit
hard at times to be called at any
hour to cheer the passing soldiers
with cigarets and chocolate but
there are many compensations.
The troop trains were late
Saturday evening and a unit com
posed of the members of the Wo
man's Press club were patiently
waiting at the depot for the distant
rumble of the train which would
herald the arrival of the men in
khaki.
Suddenly a queer cortege came in
to the station. It was composed of a
pretty young girl, whom the news
paper women recognized as Miss
Lysiane Bernhardt, a cheery little
French doctor and numerous actors
and actresses. But these individuals
were forgotten for in the center, in
her sedan chair, sat the Divine
Sarah herself. Her train was late
also, and in response to her smiles
and interest in their canteen uni
forms the young women had a most
delightful chat with the great ac
tress and with the members of her
company.
Aside from the members of the
canteen unit were Mrs. L. J. Healy
and Mr. and Mrs. Ed P. Boyer, who
were also privileged to talk 1 with
Mme. Bernhardt and to catch the
last glimpse of her as she was gent
ly lifted into the train.
Personals t
4. 4
Isetta Smith left Sunday for Lake
Forest, III., where she will resume
her studies at Ferry Hall, making
a specialty of music.
Mrs, John W. Battln has gone to
Arkansas for a month's visit.
Mr. Lawrence B. Hogue left Sun
day evening for Clinton, N. Y.,
where he will enter Hamilton col
lece. Mr. Hoeue will stoo in Chi
cago and Ottumwa enroute.
Mr. Joseph P. Seymour left last
Monday for Nitro. W. Va., to enter
governmental service. .
Miss Linda Hill of El Paso. Tex.,
arrived Sunday to be the guest of
Miss Marjorie Howland.
Mr. and Mrs. H. S. Luberger have
taken an apartment in the Elwood.
Lake club members are
closing their cottages and moving
into town. Among those who re
turned during the last week were
Messrs. and Mcsdames H. H. Rob
erts, E. A. Knapp, J. M. McCarthy
and J. D. Ringer.
State Meeting Woman's
Liberty Loan Committee
Ninety district and county chair
men of the State Woman's Liberty
Loan committee, attended a state
conference at the Lincoln hotel, Lin
coln, Friday, September 13 and Sat
urday, September 14. Mrs. A. G.
Peterson, state chairman, presided.
Organization for the Fourth Liberty
loan was completed.
Friday evening district chairmen
met in conference and addresses
were given by Mrs. George Bass,
Chicago, national secretary of the
National Woman's Liberty Loan
committee; Mrs. George W. Fuller,
Kansas City, district chairman
Woman's Liberty Loan committee
of the Tenth Federal Reserve dis
trict, and Miss Sarka Hrbkova. Lin
coln, state chairman Woman's
Council for Defense.
Saturday morning reports were
given by county chairmen, and at
the luncheon, which followed, C. E.
Matson, Lincoln, chairman of the
Men's Liberty Loan committee for
District No. 14, gave a welcoming
address.
Mrs. Bass, in the address of the
afternoon, made clear the status of
women in the work of selling bonds.
She said in effect that the National
Woman's Liberty Loan committee
is a committee appointed by the sec
retary of the treasurer of the LV ed
States to help in the raising of
money in the Liberty loan cam
paigns and works under the direc
tion of the secretary of the treasury
with offices in the Treasury depart
ment. Mrs. W. G. McAdoo is the
Rational chairman; Mrs. Antoinette
Funk, vice chairman; Mrs. George
Bass is secretary, and Mrs. Frank A.
Vanderlip is treasurer.
Mrs. Fuller explained the nature
of the work for the Fourth Liberty
loan, Mrs. E. M, Syfert, state chair
man of publicity, outlined the work
of the county publicity chairmen.
Mrs. Peterson asked the women
present not only to sell Liberty
bonds, but to buy Liberty bonds.
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WAR. PUZZLES
CHAPTER XXIII. ..
Reflections Mirrored and
Otherwise.
Miss Maggie was still sitting in
the big chair with her face in her
hands when the door opened and
Mr. Smith came in. He was very
white.
Miss Maggie, dropping her hands
and staring up at his entrance,
caught a glimpse of his face in the
mirror in front ol her. With a fur
tive, angry dab of her fingers at her
wet eyes, she feu to rearranging the
vases and photographs on the
mantel.
"Oh. back again, Mr. Smith?" she
greeted him. with studied uncon
cern.
Mr. Smith shut the door and ad
vanced determinedly.
Miss Maggie, I've got to face this
thing out, of course. Even if I had
made a botch of things at the very
start, it didn't heip to run away as 1
did. And I was a coward to do it.
It was only because I I But
never mind that. I'm coming now
straight to the point. Miss Maggie,
will you marry me?"
The photograph in Miss Maggie's
hand fell face down on the shelf.
Miss Maggie's fingers caught the
edge of the mantel in a convulsive
grip. A swift glance in the mirror
before her disclosed Mr. Smith's face
just over her shoulder, earnest,
pleading, and still very white. She
dropped her gaie, and turned half
away. She did not want to meet Mr.
Smith's eyes just then. She tried to
speak, but only a half-choking little
breath came.
Then Mr. Smith spoke again.
"Miss Maggie, please don't say
no, yet. Let me explain about
how I came here, and let me tell you
how how I love you how I have
loved you all these long months, I
think I loved you from the first time
I saw you. Whatever comes, I want
you to know that. And if you could
care for me a little just a little,
I'm sure I could make it more in
time, so you would marry me. And
we would be so happy I Don't you
believe I'd make you happy dear?"
"Yes, oh, yes,, ' murmured Miss
Maggie, still with her head turned
away.
"Good! Then alt you've got to say
is that you'll let me try. And we
will be happy, dearl Why, until I
came here to this little house I
didn't know what living, real living,
was. And I have been, just as you
said, a selfish old thing."
Miss Maggie, with a start of sur
prise taced the image in the mir-
her. not at her reflection, so she did
not meet his eyes.
"Why, 1 never" she stammered.
"Yes, you did, a minute ago.
Don't you remember? Oh, of course,
you didn't realixe everything, and
perhaps you wouldn't have said it
if you'd known. But you said it
and you meant it, and I'm glad
you said it. And, dear little wom
an, don't you see? That's only an
other reason why you should say
yes. You carvshow me how not to
be selfish." N
"But, Mr. Smith, I I " stam
mered Miss Maggie, still with puz
zled eyes.
"Yes, you can. You can show me
how to make life really worth
while, for me, and for for lots of
others. And now I have some one
to care for. And, oh. little woman,
I I care so much, it can't be that
you you don t care anyr
Miss Maggie caught her breath
and turned away again.
Don t you care a little.
The red crept up Miss Maggie's
neck to her forehead, but still she
was silent.
"If I could only see your eyes,"
pleaded the man. Then, suddenly
he saw Miss Maggie's face in the
mirror, the next mcluent Miss
Magpie herself turned a little, and
in the mirror Mr. Smith found his
answer.
You do care a little!" he
breathed, as he took her in his
arms.
"But I don't!" Miss Maggie shook
coat collar.
"What?" Mr. Smith's clasp loos
ened a little.
"I care a great deal, whispered
Miss Maggie to the coat collar,
with shameless emphasis.
You darling I triumphed the
man. bestowing a rapturous kiss
on the tip of a small pink ear the
nearest point to Miss Maggie's lips
that was available, until, with ten
der determination, he turned her
face to his.
A moment later, blusrunar rosily,
Miss Maggie drew herself away.
"There, we ve been quite sitty
enough old folks like us."
We re not silly. Love is never
silly not real love like ours. Be
sides, we're only as old as we feel.
Do you feel old.' 1 don t. l ve lost
vears since this morning. Ana
you know I'm just beginning to. live
really live, anyway I I feci 21."
"I m afraid you act it, said Miss
Maggie, with mock severity.
"You would if youd been
through what I have," retorted Mr.
Smith, drawing a long breath. "And
when I think what a botch I made
of it to begin with You see, I didn't
w . . ... nc ... iL . t. i
ror; but Mr. smith was looking at mean to start ore wun mat, nrsi
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RUSSIANS RESUME ATTEMPT TO
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Two years ago today. September 17,
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By DADDY THE WILD INDIANS
A Complete, NfW Advwtura Xuh Week, Beginning Monday tad Ending Sunday
CHAPTER II.
The Indian Pilot.
(In the first chaptf.- fuggy I mm
moned by Judge Owl from the camp In
the hills where she la staying:. He guides
her to Billy Belgium, who shows her a
tribe ot Indians starting on the warpath.)
ttTmiOO-OOP! Whoo-oop!
'V Whoo-oop!" howled the
dancing Indians, while from a circle
of squaws in the background came a
wailing song, accompanied by the
beat of the tom-toms.
Peggy felt her heart thump loud
ly. The picture before her eyes was
more thrilling than any movie she
had ever seen. The blazing fire, the
painted red men whirling around it,
the droning squaws, the shadows
grotesquely frolicking on the walls
of the rocky basin the sight was
enough to send the blood racing
faster through her veins.
One big warrior in particular held
her fascinated eyes. He was tall and
apparently very powerful, for he
swung around his head a huge ax in
stead of the usual Indian tomahawk.
He crouched very low as he stamped
the ground viciously with his feet,
then threw his head back as he let
out his wolf-like howt.
As the savages circled around and
around they made motions as if
scalping unhappy captives. It would
be horrible to fall into the power of
such a cruel band.
"Are they really on the warpath?"
whispered Peggy to Billy Belgium.
"Sh-h-h-h Listen 1" he aiswere-.
The dance had ended and the
braves had seated themselves around
the" fire. The big Indian with the
ax remained standing. He looked
very terrible in his eagle feathers
and painted face. He folded his arms
and remained silent a moment as
the song of the squaws died away
and the throb of the tom-toms
ceased. Then, he began to speak
slowly and impressively.
"Brothers of the wilderness, hark
to the voice of Chief Many Cows!"
he said. "The hour of our freedom
is here. Too long have we been
the slaves of Pale Face ways. To
night we throw all that asirM TV-
night we become again the children 1
ot the torest, worthy sons of the
noble red men who roamed these
hills in days of old, hunting the
deer and the bear, and tomahawk
ing t!:e invading Pale Faces. Whoo
oop! Whoo-oop! I'm a wild Indian
And with that Chief Many Cows
whirled his ax around his head and
let it fly at a big tree far back in the
shadows. The ax struck with a re
sounding whang, the blade sinking
deep into the tree. Peggy gasped
with surprise, and the Indians mut
tered their admiration. Chief Many
Cows surely was very powerful.
"He looks like Fred Snow, the vil
lage milkman," whispered Billy Bel
gium. Peggy shook her head. To
her he didn't look a bit like a milk
man. This was a genuine savage.
Her opinion grew stronger as Chief
Mjny Cows went on with his speech.
"We must make our freedom se
cure, he said. "We can not have
k-t.ng liberty until we have driven
the Pale Faces from our hills We
must go on the warpath as did our
fathers before us. We must kill; we
most take scalps. Tonight we at
tack. By morning not a Pa!e Face
shall be left in the mountain camps
or in the villages. They will vanish
hefore us as the snow before the
pril sun. I have spoken."
Pf7 looked' it fiillj Belgium
"Whoo-oop! Whoo-oop! Whoo-oop!
Howled the Dancing Indian.
with horrified eyes.
"How awful," she gasped. "We
must give the alarm I"
"Wait!" he cautioned her, as a
short, squat Indian arose. "That
looks like Hooks, the village tailor."
"Listen to the voice of Sitting
Man," the Indian grunted. "I am
heap wise from heap much thinking.
This shall be our plan. First we
;.hall attack the camp up the hill.
We shall have many scalps before
the sleeping Pale Faces know what
has happened.
Then we shall take their guns,
which will help us in our attack on
the village. In the village we shall J qucrade for sport.
find heap much food, and heap much
"runs and powder. The hills shall
he our own. Death to the Pale
Faces!"
There jumped up a wiry, fiercely
painted warrior.
"Scatos! M"ch' Hair wants
scalns!!" he shrieked, as he began
to dance.
"If he wasn't so savage looking,
I'd say that was Sol Green, clerk in
Rascom's general store," whispered
Billy Belgium. Peggy shook her
head in strong disagreement. This
leaping, bounding, half-naked war
rior didn't have the slightest re
semblance to a clerk in a store.
"Scalps! Scalps!" shrieked the
other Indians, joining Much Hair
in his dance. The tom-toms sounded
again, the squaws began their wail
ing song.
"We must hurry to camp before
thev can get there!" urged Peggy.
"It's too late I'm afraid," an
swered Billy Belgium. "There come
two scouts to report now.'
Into the firelight had leaped two
agile young Indians. The dance
halted abruptly as the warriors clus
tered eagerly around them.
"The Pale Faces in the mountain
camo sleep soundly," spoke up one
of the scouts. "Our watchers sur
round them, waiting for you to at
tack at dawn."
Peggy turned In dismay to Billy
Belsrium.
"Oh, what shall we- do?" she
whisnered. "Can't we warn them?"
"No," he answered, "we, our
selves, must stop the Indians."
(Tomorrow will ha described the earing;
attempt of Billy. Belgium t peet the
plot tl Um latitat.)
thing; and I was so afraid that
that even if you did care for John
Smith, you wouldn't for me just at
first But you do, dear!" At arms'
length he held her off, his hands on
her shoulders. . His happy eyes
searching her face saw the dawn of
the dazed question.
"Wouldn't care for you if I did for
John Smith! Why, you are John
Smith. What do you mean?" she
demanded, her eyes slowly sweeping I
mm irom neaa to toot and back
again. "What do you mean?"
"Miss Maggie I" Instinctively his
tongue went back to the oid manner
of address, but his hands still held
her shoulders. "You don't mean
you can't mean that that you didn't
understand that you don't under
stand that I am Oh, good heavens 1
wen. l have made a mess of it this
time, ' he groaned. Releasing his
hold on her shoulders, he turned and
began to tramp up and down the
room. "Nice little John Alden-
iviucs aianuisn auair mis is now.
upon my woral Miss Maggie, have
1 got to to propose to vou all over
again for for another man, now?"
"For another manl J I Ann'
think I understand- vou." Miss Map
gie naa grown a little white.
"Then you don't know you
didn't understand, a lew minutes ago,
when 11 spoke hrst, when 1 ashed
you about tuose twenty millions"
She lifted her head quickly,
pleadingly.
"Air. smith, please, don't let us
bring money uno it at ail. 1 don't
care 1 uon't care a bit if you
haven t got any nionev.
Airs, biinth's jaw dropped.
"If 1 haven't got any money!"
he ejaculated stupictiy.
"No! oh, yes, 1 Know, I said I
loved money." The rich red came
uaon to her face in a flood. "But
1 (nun t mean and it s just as much
of a test and an opportunity wnen
you don t have money more so, it
anything. 1 didn t mean it mat
way. i never tnought of of how
you might take it as if I wanted it.
i don t. luueed, 1 don't! On, can't
you understand?"
"Unuersianu! Good heavens!"
Mr. Snutn tnrew up both his hands.
"And 1 thought i d given myself
away, Miss Maggie." tie came to
her and stood ciuse, but he did not
ouer to touch her. '1 thought, alter
I'd said what I did about those
twenty millions that you understood
tnat you Knew i was Stanley
Fukon himself."
"Tnat you were who?" Miss
Maggie stood motionless, her eyes
louKiug straight into his, amazed,
mcreuuious.
"Stainey Fulton. I am Stanley
Fuuon. My Ooul Maggie, don t
iook at me like that. 1 niougut 1
uad told you. Inuecd I aid I"
She was hacking away now, slow
ly, step by step. Anger, almost
loathing, had taken tne place ot tne
amazement and mcreuuuty in her
eyes.
"And you are Mr. Fulton?"
"Yes, yes I uut "
"Aim you have been here all these
monuis yes, years unuer a taise
name, preieiiumg to be what you
weren t talking to us, eating at our
tabies, winning our connuei.ee, let
ting us taik to you auout yourseif,
even pretending tnat On, how
comd jour'' iier voice broke.
"Alaggie, dearest," he begged,
springing toward her, "if you U only
iet me "
But' she stopped him peremptori
ly, drawing heiaelt to her tun neignt.
"1 am not your uearest," she
flamed angrily, "i did not give my
.ove to you.''
"Alagg.el'' he implored.
But she drew back still farther.
"No I I gave it to John Smith
gentleman, 1 supposed. A man
tjoor, yes, I believed him poor; but
a man who at least had a rigat to
his name! I didn't give it to Mr.
Stanley G. Fulton, spy, trickster,
who makes life itself a masquerade
for sport. I do not know Mr. Stan
ley G. Fulton and I do, not wish
to." The words ended in a sound
very like a sob; but Miss Maggie,
with her head still high, turned her
back and walked to the window.
The man, apparently stunned for
a moment, stood watching her, his
eyes grieved, dismayed, hopeless.
Then, white-faced, he turned and
walked toward the door., With his
hand almost on the knob he slowly
wheeled about and faced the woman
again. He hesitated visibly, then in
a dull, lifeless voice, he began to
speak.
"Miss Maggie, before John Smith
steps entirely out of your life, he
would like to say just this, please,
not in justification, but in explana
tion of of Stanley G. Fulton. Ful
ton did not intend to be a spy, or
a trickster, or to make lite a mas-
He was a lone
scheme. He would give each one
of these cousins of his a hundred
thousand dollars apiece, and then,
unknown to them, he would get
acquainted with thm and see which
of them would be likciy to make
the best use of those twenty mil
lions. It was a silly scheme, of
course a silly, absurd foolishness
from beginning to end. It
He did not finish his sentence.
There was a rush of swift feet, a
swish of skirts, then full upon him
there fell a whirlwind of sobs,
clinging arms and incoherent ejacu
lations. "It wasn't silly it wasn't silly.
It was perfectly splendid! I see
it alt now. I see it all! I under,
stand. Oh, I think it was wonder
ful, and I I'm so ashamed f : y -Later
very much' later,-vhe ,
something like ucid. coherence ha
become an attribute of their eonvew
sation, as they sat together tjpoij
the old sofa, the ma drew lea.;,
breath and said; .v
"Then I'm quite forglvenr , m ,
"There is nothing to forgiv,'
(Continued Tomorrow.!
ly old man he felt old. He had no
wife or child. True, he had no one
to care for, but he had no one to
care for him ' either. Remember
that, please. He did have a great
deal of money more than he knew
what to do with. Oh, he tried
various ways of spending it. Never
mind what they were. They result
ed chiefly in showing him that he
wasn't as wise as he might be in
that line, perhaps."
The man paused and wet his lips.
At the window Miss Maggie still
stood, with her back turned as be
fore. "The time came finally," resumed
the inan, "when Fulton began to
i wonder what would become of his
millions when he was done with
them. He had a feeling that he would
like to will a good share of them
to some of his own kin; but he had
I no nearer relatives than some cous
ins back east, in Hillerton."
j Miss Maggie at the window drew
her breath and held it suspended,
letting it out s'.owly.
"He didn't know anything about
these cousins," went on the man
dully, wearily, "and he got to won
dering what they would do with the
money. I think he felt, as you said
today that you feel, that one must
Know now to spena $9 u one wouia
get the best out ol five thousand.
"So Fulton felt that before he
gave a man fifteen or twenty mil
lions he would like to know what
he wou'd probably do with them.
He had seen so many cases where
sudden great wealth had brought
sorrow.
"And io then he fixed up a little
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We will win this war
Nothing else really matters until we do!
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Standard Potash Co. 7
(Incorporated Under the Law of Nebraska) . ; -Reduction
Works at v
Lakeside, Nebraska
Main Office Omaha National Bank Ruilding,Rodmi7Q3-7l2
Douglas 246.
To Stockholders and Friends of .STANDARD POTASH COM
PANY: I am pleased to report to you that we have had the most en
couraging news from our plant In regard to the progress bein$f made '
toward its completion. The finishing work is now in the hands of Mr,"
Henry Schwarz of the Schwarz Engineering Company of Denver, Colo,
who is superintending the work and now reports that the plant will be '
ready for operation in October.
There is but a small amount of stock in this Company now for sale, '
and we will be pleased to quote our present price to any interested
parties.
STANDARD POTASH CO.
FRANK E. CLARK, Secretary,
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