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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 5, 1899)
THE CUUUIEK. 3 of women. Woman's work Is no' so advanced in England as in the United States, but certainly English women arc interesting themselves more and more in what concerns 1 he race' Women a'l over the world arc in sisting upon their equal rlgli's and upon their economic in'cgrhy not as a member of a family, as the wife of u man or the mother of children but as an individual whose government must go through the form of asking her consent as it does of the males. The self consciousness, I just referred to, is probably due to the political slavery woman hits endured since men lirstgot the upper hand, and will be replaced by the calm masculine in di Merer ce and objectivity so iuell'ec'u ally admired by us now. Refrigerated Beef. Beef that tho Naval department is now eeading to the Filipinea is frozen in a temporaturo of twenty degrees below zero. Most of it is sent in cold Btorage ships acropa the Atlantic, through tho Mediterranean, the Red Sea, the Suez Canal, tho Indian and tho Vaciflc oceans. Yet it is reported that tho lat eet beef shipment arrived in Manila as hard as a rock Secretary Root is for tuoate in accepting tho position of sec retary after the beef scandal instead of before. He will not try any experi ments with embalning fluidB or new kinds of canned meats said to be very nutritious by the canner, but unpalat able to the soldiers When the meat arrives in Manila it is pat in cooling rooms and gradually defrosted before it is ready for consumption. A Greeting From God's Country. The poem, welcoming the First Ne braska back from tho islands of the sea, is by an unknown contributor. Tho perfect versification, and the beauty and truth of the lines are a fitting tribute to thf young fellows now in camp at tho PreBidio. The mothers who have waited and barkened to the footsteps of their Eone pacing the night watches, to the rush of their feet when they climbed the trenches over their dead colonel and between prostrate Filipinos, who have idtened aB they did when their sons lay n a childish fovor in tho next room to their quick breathing and drowsy nvit terings, will appreciate the meaning and pathos of this anonymous poem. Governor Roosevelt's Last Speech. Governor Roosevelt has a gift for call ing things by their right names. The Fdipino insurrection he calls "an out break of savagery. The government might bb consistently leave the farmers in this country to bo butchered by mad dened Indians as retreat from the Filipino Ulands while they are in arms against order. There is no doubt but that the ethical rightB of tbelndians here have been tramped upon. But it is not expedient nor wise to discuss how much and how far tbey aro right and we are wrong, when their hands are red with blood and their belts are fringed with agriculturist's scalpB. They are savage butchers and they are treated as such. No politician who cared for his future would dare advise and encourage tho Indians to continue their depredations. 1 ho consent of tho governed to a settler whose wife and children have been butchered by the men whom tho theor ists advise an argument with, doea not seem absolutely necessary. And the peacoful and pastoral inhabitants of Luzon have a right to demand that the government ignore the governed until they come to order. The United States owes protection to tho civilized, reason able majority in Luzon and the disorder ly bands led by Aguinaldo have no right to be reasonod with and gently entreatrd till they lay down their arms. TO THE FIRST NEBRASKA REGIMENT, GREETING FROM GOD'S COUNTRY. AUGUST, 1899. (For the Courier. Come back to the heaven-wide heurt of your mother, Strong sons she hath sent like the wind from her hills; Who have borne over mountains and sea to another The sap of her sunshine, the blood of her rills Come back to the plains where the cloud-shadow flying Floats free from the gates of the sun to the sod; And no lair where the slime of the serpent is lying Disfigures the face of the country of God. But open and clear to the stars and the noon tide, She hideth no hold where the pestilence wails. She hideth no hurt save the hurt of that June-tidi' When her first-born beloved went forth from her gates. rung on Fortune's ladder Bho gradually aacondod to .'' ' S'op," sho cried, "or you will catch tho giiHtronomlo oyo. And dn you think that Ouida'a hair is yollowiah brown or bluets)!, purplish black?'' whereupon nhollngorod, cleniuiolv a yellow-colored volume. "What! ara you really V" I gaiped aB the. cover flapped in tho brczo. "Yih, I am no longer the presiding tjrant," alio said contnn'odly. "And ia thin tho twill or tho being?" When sho tlrHt moved away tho lotters How hotweon up, but now wo raroly writo. TRANSITION Helen O. Harwood It is four years since I bav eoen her. She was like the holyhocka that grow and grow until you begin to wonder if there is a top. Her hair waa not blue, but black, and like a fow people's dis positions, the cloudier and gloomier the weather, the better it looked and the more it enjoyed life. She liked to road a poem or so in the evening, an occasional essay ana upon A NEWS BOYS' PIONIO. WILLIAM KKKI) DUNIIOV. Tho tiewsbnys of Out ilia had a plcnio last Sunday at tho park north of tho city. Snvoral hundred of tho littlo tat terdmnalinna went out on tho stroot oara, a wriggling, wiry mosfl of littlo bovp, and tho fun they had ia not to bo expressed in any but tho words of a boy. No sooiior wore thoy on tho grnon grass until thoy worn running wild like 3oung colts looso from tha stall. Such yelling and acrooching! Never did Hitch noiBus rotuo front tinman throats before. Froat long uso in crying tho morning and ovoning pxpors thoir voices wero raucous and tho air was rent with oar splitting yells. Each boy wassuppliod with tickets that en tilled him to all tho froo food and drink his little hide would hold, and tho way these bo; a did get on tho outsido of thiogs was a caution to all beholders. It would eoom as though each wight were hollow from head to too, for through capacious mouths they cram, med innumerable sandwicho9 and poured untold bottlos of pop and glasses of luraonado. Mogy is tbo king of tho nowFboys in O.naba and he it waB who engineered tho affair and saw that all bad a fcood time. Ifo is a largo lad with ono club foot, but as nctivo as a cricket and ho wan horo and there all day long. Of course thoro waa a program and it whs a "dinger" in tbo vernacular of tho tioys. An orchestra furnished music while tho boys whirled their best girls over tho floor in tho seductive waltz. A cako wa'k? Well I rather guees. A picnic without a cake walk! Even tho vital queetion of whether men $Q Bjr A i wjjjte qq wj,h B candy weremadef puff paste or aluminum r008ter on top! It was won by a littlo was forgotten ly the appearance of .the boy wt,0 talked as though, his feet and small buitor milk boy with big, brown legg were made pt India rubber. Such eyrs, who remarked: "At first I made gyration! The rubber man at a circus just lots of rconey, twenty-Bve cents a waB not within speaking duiUnce at any day, but now I don't make much." gtaffe of th0 Bame, Come back to the land tha' no shadow hath darkened, Save the shadow that hung by the echoing sea, Where the heart of your mother hath waited and harkened, - In the long island watches ye paced sleeplessly, To the breath of your lips when the battle-heat thickened. To the rush of your feet in the battle-loosed strife, To the throb of your hearts when the fever pulse quickened In the veins she has filled with her glorious life. Come now where she waits in the sheer August splendor That lies on the brows of her heaven-bared hills. The first who have taken the lance to defend her, Come drink of the cup of thanksgiving she fills Come back to the land that no glory hath lightened Like the glory ye bring from the valleys ye trod, Where in famine and fever and death, unafrightened, Ye carried the hearts of the country of God. Come back, ye that may, in your warrior's regalia; Come back, ye that march gleaming white by their side, -That waken no more to to the soldiers's reveille, But sleep evermore in the hearts ye abide. Come, scarred hero-host of the dead and the living, Who have poured out for strangers the blood of our land; Far more than the lives ye have recked not in giving, Is the faith that may die, but may not understand. Far more than the glow of proud Freedom's defender Is the spirit that failed not in doubting and gloom; And the land whence ye rose like her sun in his splendor From the white arms of martyrdom welcomes you home. Her harvests flow out to the hills beyond measure, Calm shineth above them the evening star, But the crown of the gifts God hath given to bless her Is the faith you have brought through the gate-way of war. Contributed. Sho pussd the point of ctkes and ices and was roturning to solids. Her interest ceased to be intermittent and under its perpetuity I f It myself to bo slowly suffocating. Some subjects mel low 'with time, others grow hard and people and things she had ideas enough, M Tno dttilv markot wa8 tho 310rn minh hh Ihev were and such thev were. DK cnurai, uuu iu iub vomuB I am sorry to say, to All the western hemisphere, the was fearfully obstinate in her pet theories, and sometimes it seemed to me that ebo vied with the great and only William across the water. Upon books we had discussions and quantities of them. Upon other things tot, such bb pavements, tho diffnroLco between boarding school und col I ego productions, society, and I know not what. Suddenly 6ho became presiding ty rant of tho family. Her diecourses upon the small aa.ount of fresh air tbken by houEO-keepers leetened per cept'bly, as she became ata-orbed in tha difference, between alum and roda in in tne evening came preserves. One day, I found her deeply absorbed as to the whatness of muce. "I imagine that that comes only in post-graduato work," I suggested. This remark being received with scorn I went searching in tho dictionary. "Mace An ensign of authority. That's all buflluient Gerald! no." I re marked. ''1 shall compose your epitaph. The (irst lino is going to I ok in with "Mamsello - - o I. O MamscHe-e.'' "The laet lino shall have maco in soveral times. The intervening lines haven't occurred to me et, but I shall have EOtno little time for meditation. It- is your family for whom I tremble, O though ensign of authority.'' A fow nightB later, 1 found her in a the compilation cf a dinner, Side by sido comfortable bunch in tho hammock, on her deek, I noticed a Goldon Treas- "Did you have tomatoes or carrots, ury and a green-leafed cook book. The onion, Ice cream or walnut soullle?" I latter was the open book. So coc- inquired, "and Oh yep, Mra. Rorer was cerned did she become about moths and born in this country, having begun in a jellies that I did not see her for a weea. very small way. From this very modest Then there was the water melon con test. Six boys sat in a row Six slices of water melon, large, lueciojs and juicy were passad thorn. A signal waB given, six widoly stretched mouths closed in tho heart of the melon and soon six boys, wet but grinning stood with six rinds in their bands. The boy who got outside of bis melon first was given a pr z. The pie eating contest was funnier still. Ton boys sat at a table with the bands tied behind thorn, Tho pies were placed on tbo table before tbem and the signal was given. The way tho pies disappeared was a mystery but in a minute there wub not a sign of pastry left except what adhnied to tho soiled phy6irgnomiee of tbo stuffed urchins. And tlus thy epent the afternoon. Thoro was enthusiastic fun all tho time. Ntver a dull moment, never anything but unallowed happiness, for the little follows are all philosophical and thoy went out to havo a good time and thoy had it. After the last race was run and the last sandwich eaten tbey roda back down town and once more tbtir shrill voices wore soon heard crying "Chicago papers two centp," "All 'bout tbo mur der," "Get your paper here, Times Hurald, Inter Ojean and Chronicle!''