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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 9, 1901)
i )1 THB COURIER $&i 11 i&i "Wl? rjCQ"innin0 Fni"l1lt7 I We WH offer unusual Bargains in Books fW thirty clays. Some I fiction, standard books in history, art and jreneral literature, and a large line of juveniles. Surprisingly low Tirices will hr mnHo rm nil 1,o, ,,.1l. " e j t & j ato w w W w w w w w w 7r& w w suw. c...i.? H. W RDOWM not m x. Rnn rn isr if euuui him ou --- " - v i vj V4 iwv ww south 11th St vfcw& wr'&& mSTM" 0 own work, is very interesting. The theme, like Quisante, is written from the wife's point of view, only Miss Wharton's raconteme and her hero are worthier study. Just at present The love letters of Prince Bismarck, of Victor Hugo and of an English wo man are claiming a larger share of attention than the publishers, of fic tion, history, travel, poetry and edu cational works can patientlv contem plate. A few love-letters go a long ways and a temperate use is advised by those who have received the great est number. Of all the collections, those from Prince Bismarck are the manliest and express the sincerest sentiment without circumlocution or exaggeration. Scribner's is printing the stage reminiscences of Mrs. Gilbert. Very few actors make good curtain speeches. The contrast between the play wright's language and their own is usually very striking and a wet blan ket to the audience who have identi fied the hero with ihe actor who plays his part. Yet in autobiography there is nothing better than Joseph .Jeffer son's meuioirs. And Mrs. Gilbert's and Clara Morris' journals now appearing in The Century and Scribner's are creditable in finish, character analysis, and perspective. E. V. Hornung's adventures of the Amateur Cracks man, are stories of a high-class dia mond thief, told by the thief. H. G. Wells is the contemporary periodical Jules Yerne. Something is wrong with his visualization. He is given to the discription of ma chines, composed of gigantic cog wheels, cylinders and plungers. Jules Verne's machines materialize before your eyes. "Wells' machines are jumbled elements of what machines are made of. His stories are as con fused as a dream in the ' telling. Verne's are actual dreams. Mr. Wells' new story is coming out in The Cos mopolitan. Joel Chandler Harris' "Flingin' Jim and His Fool-Killer," illustrated by photographs of the south and southern darkies has the fascination that all of Mr. Harris portraiture has. The large space de voted by The Cosmopolitan to ac tresses and current celebrities dis tinguishes it from the other maga zines. And that is a merit. Mostly it is the cover and not the content that we think of when one of the popular magazines is mentioned. J J Excisemen. In Lincoln the excise board and the mayor control the policemen as well as the saloons. It is therefore of vital importance that the excisemen should be citizens of character and estab lished probity. The present excise men have fulfilled their duties to the city irreproachably. Candidates who are spoken of for their places are Mr. u ranK woods, Air. Hurkett ana air. B TiVlCfof. rPlii (tM.t .. 1.7 n itminrr low.- - wui . Aim uisuuiib ia ti j uuu itnt- ycr, of exceptional ability, force and integrity. The two others have not lived in Lincoln so long and are not so well known, but they are reliable business men, and are likewise beyond bribery and the peculiar influences that some saloon-keepers believe in trying on the excise board. A Successful Advertiser. When a local merchant or any man ufacturer of soap, bicycles or infant's food for the nation wishes to adver tise his wares lie buys space in the newspapers and his advertising bills ror the first years are the heaviest items in the budget. It does not matter if the soap lie manufactures is made by a new process which cleans and stimulates the skin more satisfac torily than any other soap on the market. Newspapers will advertise his soap for so much an incli and if he desires to lecture on the great dis covery in Lincoln Manager Frank Zehrung will charge just as much for the opera house as though he carried a corps de ballet with him. Future Americans may erect a monument to the man who discovers the soap that preserves the bloom of youth, cures pimples and purities without irritat ing the skin. To get it before the people of today, the only people he can make money out of, he must buy space in the newspapers. The past is out of his reach., the future may eon tain gratitude, appreciation and fame, the present is the only market wherein he can make a living and perhaps a fortune. And the attention of the American people is on sale for so much an inch in the American newspapers. I know of only one man besides Mr. Bryan among American advertisers, who are the cleverest and largest advertisers in the world, who gets his advertising for nothing or better stil!, charges for talking about his own business. This man is Elbert Hubbard and he charges a large price for talking about his publishing and binding piant at East Aurora. He has a trick, that immediately conquers the amateur author's fancy, of prophe sying that what he lias done at East Aurora can be done at Lincoln or Omaha or Cattville. He explains seductively about how small his estab lishment was at East Aurora and how easy it is to publish a little book like the Philistine that looks literary, costs little and is at the same time an apostle of sweetness and light among people who had no foregoing experi ence of the joy of doing things into print. But lie never tells his hypno tized audience that the Elbert Hub bard face is an essential or how to get advertising for nothing or make other people pay for it. Miss Fairbrother of The Woman's Weekly has succinct ly expressed Elberf Hubbard's system. "There is something eerie about El bert Hubbard. If it were not so hard to believe, we could explain his influ ence by hypnotism. It is past belief that fifteen hundred beings, endowed with the instinct of self-preservation, would give a donation of fifty cents apiece and two hours of life to hear a man advertise his business his book store and his magazine botli of which, like pure cream of tartar bak ing powder, must be kept before the public. If they are not, some vile, cheap frauds will get into people's heads and stomachs. It costs the pure cream of tartar baking powder people many thousands of dollars to protect the digestion, but Mr. Hub bard is different. He permits the people to hear him advertise by word of mouth if they have the price. He prints books respectably and sells them at enormous profits, and !:e is amusing. He must have strong tenac ity or some syndicate would buy him. X j matter what his genius for clever a Ivertising is worth to his book store and magazine, it would be worth more to axle grease or celery com pound, because more individuals arc interested in the latter necessities. But wc laugh and congratulate the young man, and if we had the ability to think of as good a scheme witli which to put into practice brother Barnum's famous maxim, we should probably enjoy it as well as Hubbard does. Come to us again, Fra Elbertu. If crops are good, we'll try to make it two thousand next year. LITTLE CHILDREN OF THE HILLS llV MAKTHa piekce. For The Courier WILLIE. -.LL: !i! Willie Simpson was known to be a hero. Long before the famous exploit which established the fact of his cour age in the minds of indifferent or scoff ing grown up persons. Those incapaci tated by their persistent attention to buying and selling, and other unimpor tant matters, failed to discover the lion heart, hidden under the blue-checked shirt. But its existence was known to the discerning Five, who collectively conferred upon the community whatever distinction attaches to the possesion of a school. These were Jamie Orr, Johnny Lee, Pauline Brown, Susy Oliphant, and last and greatest in the estimation of all, the hero himself. Not before one of all deeds of daring, which the vivid imagi nation of Susy presented, bad the noble heart of the hero quailed. He, and he alone, of all the Five dared to tread the high rail of the Big Bridge below the ritll?, while the estatically horrified group watched breathlessly- from the safe pi inking. Not this alone. He even dared to pause half way in bis dizzy walk and look down at the swirl of water beneath him. Calmly rejoin ing the admiring group, he fitted the climax to bis daring wUh tine noncha lance. "Aw! that's notbin'. Lookee here!" Carelessly swinging over the edge of the plankiug, be swung by his hands for a moment, kickicg his bare feet above the ugly eddy. He noted with satisfac tion that Susy's voice did not appear in the chorus of screams entreating him to mturn to eafety. He swung himself up and looked at her approvingly. "You're most as good a boy as we," he asserted. "Johnny hollered loud as Pauline But he's a little feller. You hollered, too,' he said, turning sternly upon Jamie Orr. Jamie looked at him calmly. "I know it,' he said stolidly. "You ought t' be ashamed of your self," protested Willie. "Great big boy like you hollerin' like a girl." Jamie considered this carefully. "I gueds," he said at last, "if you'd a fell into the river, you'd be glad if I did hol ler. You'd want me to holler loud enough to fetch the teacher, I guess." Willie grinred. "Huh! She couldn't do notbin'. ' Jamie seized the opportunity. "I guess we'd better be goin' back. The teacher'li bo wantin' to begin school. She told us not to go far. There she is now," he added as a female figure ap peared in the direction of the house. It was waving a towel on the end of a broom. "We'll be tardy," said Jamie anxiously. "Let's run." "Huh!" remarked Willie. "Aint no U9e. Can't be tardy to Bchool if they aint no school, can you?" "No-o," admitted Jamie, promptly. "Well, they aint no school till we get there, ia they!" "No," said Jamie a little more promptly. "Of course not," said Susy suddenly. "She needn't be in a hurry. She would n't have any school anyway if it wasn't for us." The school was in a vacant room in Mrs. Mclntyre's house. As they ap proached the bouse a spicy whiff floated out upon the sweet summer air. The children sauntered in, sat down and loDkeJ expectantly at the teacher. "Where is Jau.ie?' she inquired anx iously. Willie turned a savage glance upon her. "Dunno!" he said, thrusting bis hands in his pockets, and his feet forwarJ, sliding down in his seat until hia head was scarcely visible above the desk. "Sit up, Willie," said the teacher. Willie sat up with much suddenness and effect. The other three giggled shrilly. "Waen't Jamie with you, Pauline?" inquired the teacher. "Yes'm." At thiB juncture Jamie appeared, look ing bland and unconscious. "Why are you tardy, Jamie?" the teacher began with an attempt at stern ness. "I just stopped t' ask Mrs. Mclntyre for a drink," said Jamie, with an air of injured innocence. "It's awful warm." "There is water here." The teacher majestically indicated a pail in the corner. "I was 'fraid it was warm,' Jamie sad in a very meek, small voice. M t i i. ,3 vi r i m