The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, February 09, 1901, Page 5, Image 5

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    THE COURIER.
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The Hall in the Grove met Friday.
February '.at, with Mrs. C. A. Adam
Mrr. Stein read en interesting paper up
on Japan and its Artistic Influence.
Mrs. Adams had prepared a paper upon
Practical Socialism and Mrs. Isaac
Johnson opened the discussion, Dangers
that threaten and Hopes that Bsckon.
fourths of the dues by each chapter."
Mrs. Sawyer opened with her paper, the
discovery of Nebraska by Coronado in
1511 and during tnn course of her paper
she related the main events in Nebras
ka's life to the time of her admission as
a state in 1867. The delegates elected
to the continental congress are regent
Mrs. M.H. Everett and Mrs. J. C.
Harpham with Miss Stevens and Mrs.
II. F. Smith for alternates.
The Lotos club met Thursday after
noon with Mrs. L.C. Richards. Mrs.
Eison read a paper on the bacteria of
typhoid fever, diptheria and scarlet
fever, contained in milk, and the crying
need of a milk inspector. Mrs. Ward of
Danver, Mrs. Levering and Miss Butler
wvre visitors.
The meeting of the Century club oc
curred at the home of Mrs. Haskell.
M s. Helen Howell discussed Egypt un
der the 18th and 19th dynasties; Queen
Hatnu.
Sorosis met Tuesday at the home of
Mrs. Barnard. Miss Fereson lectured
upon physical culture.
The Woman's club of Lincoln will be
at home at Walsh ball on Monday after
noon to all the literary clubs of Lincoln.
Individual invitations have been sent to
all club women not members of the Wo
man's club. The afternoon will open
with a musical and be followed by a
reception.
The art department of the Lincoln
Woman's club met Monday afternoon.
The leader for the afternoon was unable
to be present, but Miss Hayden, who is
in charge of the depattment spoke in
formally, but with her usual charm of
manner, of the situation, environment
and character of the Louvre and Luxem
bourg buildings and galleries.
The literature department of the Lin
cola Woman's club met Thursday after
noon. MiBB Towne, leader of the depart
ment, spoke of the Life, Times and
Works of Burns. The "Cotters Satur
day Might" and a few short poems were
read to illustrate his fondness and ap
preciation of nature.
The Fremont Woman's clab has
pledged S300 toward the new library in
Fremont.
The current topics and current litera
ture departments of the Plattamouth
Woman'e club met Friday evening Feb
ruary 1st. Mrs. Chapman reviewed the
life and reign of Queen Victoria. Miss
Gass, Mesdames Wise and Sleeth pre
sented. accounts of, the Queen, and the
important events of her reign. Mes
dames Herold, Kempster and Helps ad
ded interesting incidents of hsr life.
An entertaining review of the book,
Bolanyo, was prepared and read by Mrs.
L. A. Moore. Mrs. Stoutenborougb an
nounced Judge Chapman's lecture this
week upon. Japan. Mra. Wise, corres
ponding secretary, spoke of tho doe pa
per predared by Mrs. Unrub, also one
by Miss Mapes and a song by Miss
Street. The universal history depart
ment met this week.
The Brooklyn Woman's club will cele
brate ita thirty-second anniversary on
February lfiih.
The currant topics department of the
Woman's club met on Tuesday at the
club rooms. Twenty-tbree ladies were
present. Mrs. Wessel gave a compre
hensive talk upon the French and the
French government. The machineries
of legislation and law were described and
the paternalism of the government re
garding art, literature and education.
Mrs. Lucas discussed and sang the Mar.
Bjllfise hymn. Miss Julia L. Haskell
discuEsed the Real French Woman in
her many phases.
At a recent meeting in Trenton, of
the New Jersey Regents of the D. A. R.,
the candidacy of Mrs. Roebhng for
President-General was endorsed. Mrs.
McLean and Mrs. Fairbanks have al
ready received state endorsements. The
prospect therefore of a closely contested
election is probable.
MISCELLANY
BY FLORA IIL'LLOCK.
I met a veritable man of wrath the
other evening. Not in a Germam nor
any garden, but on the platform of a
railway station. When he explained to
me the cause of bis mental disturbance,
I offered sympathy, and together we
chanted the song of the Philistines of
the Philistines "Blessed is the man
who does what he says he'll do."
A certain Great One now loose in the
land, a voice crying in this wilderness
of labor, "Blessed is the man who has
found his work," agreed that at a defi
nite time in the course o' his wander
ings he would stop over night at a little
burg very near th end of the world and
enlighten the inhabitants, let them look
at him, and incidentally advertise his
Wonderous Works. The time approach
ed; people from around about were
thinking that the safety of their souls
demanded they should sit at the feet of
the Great One, freight train journeys
and midnight hours notwithstanding.
The day before the Event, came word
that the Great One would not arrive, as
it had struck him to go another way
but be might favor them later. He
couldn't fetcb bis message to Garcia just
then, but he'd bring it when he got
ready. He did not Bk any questions
nor inquire it Ali Baba or Sam couldn't
do it as well. He just simply said, "It
is eo," and so it was. Great Ones may
do as they please, or rather, as the man
of wrath says, they iriM do as they
please.
My criticism is that it was very uo
wise for the Great One to assert that he
would be in any certain place at an ap
pointed time. Even if be does not un
derstand himself, be should know other
Great Ones well enough, after all the
Books he has writ about them. He
should remember that the bleesed spirit
of vagabondia abides in all truly Great
Ones who start out to find their work.
The spirit calls them hither; they go
hither; it beckons thBm thither; thither
they wend their way. Do you suppose
John the Baptist followed a mixed
itinerary? Oh, the railroad, yes it ia
spoiler of all elemental simplicity in
Great Ones. They start out to carry
messages to Garcia and to other folks;
then they fix an itinerary and make
solemn promises, forgetting that they
are to be Great Ones, and coming down
from ideal things to the plane of Com
mercial Travelers, with goods to brag of
and sell for due consideration. It is
well for one to know when he takes his
pilgrim staff whether he is goin as a
Great One, or bb a Commercial Traveler.
If the former let him make no promised
and send no heralds far ahead; let him
father the people about him and tell
them the message he haa: it the latter,
he may fix his route and make dates
but let him bevara that he keeps them,
or the faithful will lose faith and busi
ness will not prosper. It has been so
strongly impressed on the Common Peo
ple that when they have a message to
carry to Garcia they should not halt nor
turn aside from the course. So when
they assumo the waiting attitudo of
Garcia they expect to be served.
There are skeptical Philistines who
read with what Javotion they can,a cer
tain meat-market paper covered leaflet
printed every once in a while, who inti
mate, gently, that this one of the ro-ing
Great Ones is possibly not so much a
Great One as he is a Commercial Travel
er. But surely, if he can maintain his
eccentricity of itinerary continuously,
his claim to glory will be established
In the old, old Tartar city of Samar
kand in Central Asia, a traveler tells us,
there is a beautiful mosque not far from
the tottering walls and crumbling glories
of long centuries past. It is the tomb of
the mighty Tamerlane, of terrible mem
ory. It was five hundred years ago
that the conqueror ceased to lead the
Hying hosts, ceased to erect great pyra
mids of human beads in glorification of
victories, and all that was mortal, as the
phrase is, of the chief of thousands was
enclosed in a sarcophagus of beautiful
jasper and placed under the great dome
of the imposing temple.
I wonder with what barbaric rites and
syxbolism, what kingly pomp and cere
mony the dust of the greatest of the
world's conquerors was put away?
"Lo all our pomp of yesterday ,
Is one with Ninevah and Tyre ."
Yet today we make a man's tomb out
live his works, and the ruin that he
wrought. The centuries of progress
have brought us not very far in the way
we bury our dead. There are pagan
rites yet; feathers jostled the pall bear
ers of the sleepiog Quoen and pushed
almost to the colin, and all the royalty
of Europe ewaggered in to get a piece of
the pie. It might not be granted to the
Empress Queen, though she lived long
and servpd faithfully, to slip awa quiet
ly. But her funeral must be made a
ceremonious occasion, thousands of
pounds must be spent. "She must be
buried like a Queen," the world thought.
Human nature is eo very human.
Some traits never seem to change.
Timour the Lime lies in a jasper sar
cophagus five centuries old, Timour the
terrible Tartar. Victoria the Gracious
lies in a beautiful mausoleum that will
outline all personal memory of her.
The real thing the character she left
as an ideal, the record of good, the in
centive to duty and purity in all the
courts o! Europe that is the substance,
the rest is vain shor, which means as
little as the barbaric eolemnity with
which the pagan of all ages has said,
"Dust to dust."
A HUDRED YEARS AGO.
SCHOOLS.
A real composition by Freddy
The object of scboolp ia to teach the
young idea how to shoot something be
sides rabbits. It is clamed that schools
of this time are much better then thoes
of 40 years ago. But I know a man who
atended school 40 years ago and he says
the schools for boys were much better
at that time. In thoes days the schools
were not run for the 6ake ot selling
s.-hool books printed by some concern
who had a pull with the school board.
The man spokin of knew a boy whoes
father was asked by the teacher what
school books bis son had studied the
father said never mind about the books
but give the boy a good thrashing a day
and he had no doubt but the boy would
grow up and be a great credit to the
school. This school has since placed a
bras6 tablet in the school house wall in
honor of this boy.
A hundred years ago
there were no teleohonw :
The telegraph was still
an undiscovered aid ,
And messengers were
not at beck and call ;
The railroads too were dreams
in brains of wild eyed cranks
And porters had not
been invented yet ;
The steamships had not
proudly plowed the mighty dttp
Nor sailed the wide expanse of wet ,
A hundred years ago.
A hundred years ago
the housewife sewed by hand
And wove her linen
with her spinning wheel :
The bike was all unknown
and bloomers too were not ,
And oil stoves never yet
had cooked a meal ;
And ragtime too was not on earth
and cake walks still
Were hanging 'round in limbo
with their fun ,
And coon songs were not sung ,
and no one yet had heard
Of that great ratio called
"sixteen to one ,"
A hundred years ago .
A hundred years ago
we had no Pettigrew,
And Bryan with his voice
had not appeared ,
Nor Pingree nor Mark Hanna
nor Old Pipe Dream Jones
Had yet their sleek
and portly forms upreared ,
And Aguinaldo-wbere,
oh where was he? and where
Our kind old friend, Oom Paul ,
and last not least ,
Dick Ooker with his fine bull cups
was out of sight ,
And no one dared
to wear his trousers creased,
A hundred years ago .
A hundred years ago
the grip bad not been found ,
Nor germs nor microbes
shown to mortal men ;
The chafing dish
with all its deadly arts was still
A-lloating 'round in
"whichness of the when :"
The yellow journals and the
dim electric lights
And automobiles
and degenerates
And rubber tires and rubber necks -
and typewriters
Had not as yet received
their patent dates .
A hundred years ago .
A huudred years ago
the women wore big hoops
And beauty patches
on their rosy cheeks;
They did not strut about
in masculine attire
And look at times
like idiotic freaks .
They were not known as
"new," nor did they want to vole ,
Nor did the men in
gay shirt waists appear ,
But Patti still was making
farewell tours and Wales
Was waiting for some
well worn shoes
A hundred years ago .
A hundred years ago
our gay soubrettes were younj
And playing skittish parts
in funny plays ;
And Sarah Bernhardt too
and Delia Fox were there
A-showing off in
many giddy ways ,
And over and above it all ,
it seems so strange
That vaudeville had
never yet been seen ,
Nor phonographs nor graphophones
nor all such things
And Russell Sage
was tender, young and green
A hundred years ago .
W. R. Dunroy, in
Sioux Gty Times.
"Whf re ia Miss Specie lately?"
"She has gone to South Dakota to
qualify for a divorce."
"A divorce? Why. she isn't married.''
"No, but she expects to be, and she
does not want to waste time after she ia
married." Town Topics.