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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (March 2, 1901)
THB COURIER K ':i choruses of the patriotic boors Mr. Bar ton and Miss Bishop sang. The beautiful home and art gallery of Mr. Lininger were generously thrown open on the afternoon of Washington's birthday for the benefit of the Visiting Nurses' association. The reception which they gave wae one of the pleasant Bocial events of a very gay week. From the birthday money brought by each guest the sum of 8300 wbb raised for this worthy cause. The art gallery was arranged as a concert room and a little tnusicale was given there. Aside from the cotillion, dances have DDt been many this winter and there was a general feeling of regret among the younger members of society when the night of Shrove Tuesday merged itself into Ash Wednesday morning in spite of the stopped clocks, and the dancing which was going on merrily at "Hillsdale" was brought to an end not to be resumed until the forty days of Lent are over. Certainly the fresh face of the girls and the gay spirits of every one showed little physical need for the rest arc! quiet of Lenten days. It was ten o'clock before the guests be gan to arrived at Mr. and Mrs. Yates for the dance which followed the din ners given by six hostesses, but, inspired by the music of Dimmick's orchestra of rive pieces, the ball was soon in motion and the dances crowded rapidly togeth er for the next two hours. The supper room, where coffee, sandwiches, ices and cake could be found all during the eve ning, was left almost deserted until the dancing wae over and the eager dancers had time to feel hungry after the din ners of many courses earlier in the eve ning. Mrs. Arthur C. Smith was host ess of the largest of the dinners, ex quisitely Eerved, covers for twenty-three being laid at small tables, each of which had its bowl or vase of red carnations and was lighted by candles under red shadee. Bet guests were Dr. and Mrs. Anderson, Messrs. and Mesdames Clem ent Chase, Cudahy, Modje9ka, Robin son; Miss Elizabeth Allen; Dr. Bridges, Messrs. Darling, Paxton, Macbeth, Fred Hamilton, Robert Patrick and Morsman. At Miss Kountze's Mr. and Mrs. Mc Cormick, Miss Webster, Miss Carita Curtis. Miss Anne Lee, MissDoane, Mr. Dodge, Mr. Gannett, Mr. Lee, Mr. Montgomery and Mr. Dick Stewart. A round table seated the guests and large bunches of California violet3 were at the women's places. The center of the table was entirely filled by a bank of delicate fernB, flanked by four silver candlesticks, shaded by green flower shades. Mr. and Mrs. Learned enter tained Mr. and Mrs. Hull, Mr. and Mrs. Montmorency, Miss Piatt, Miss Sher wood, Miss Allen, Mrs. Dixon, Mr. Ezra Millard, Mr. Henry Clark, Mr. Sam Caldwell, Mr. Lynn Sherwood. Gay yellow jonquils were the decorations used at this dinner and to the plate cards were fastened bunches of violets. Mr. ud Mr. Luther Kountze gave a delightful dinner, the table being in pink and white, a mass of pink roses and a number white shaded candles giving a dainty effect. Mr. and Mrs. George Palmer, Mr. and Mrs. Welch, Miss Hel en Smith and Mr. Brewster of New York were their guests. Mr. and Mrs. Lind sey and Miss Lindsey had as their guests Mrs. Crofoot, Mr. and Mrs. F. A. Nash, Miss Montgomery, Mr. Parker of New York, Mr. Drake and Mr. Harry Lindsey. Red carnations were used in profusion on a well appointed table which was lighted by candles with shades matching the flowers. Mr. and Mrs. Warren Rogers, Miss Moore, Miss Peck, Miss Lomax, Mies Towle, Mr. Creigh, Mr. Cooley, Mr. Shiverick, Mr. Day and Mr. Sam Burns dined with Miss Edith Smith, whose table was charmingly pretty in two shades of pink carnations, the chandelier lights being subdued by shades of the same colors, which were moat effective in the result. The 6uccesa of the dinner dance has re vived the popularity of that form of entertainment again and it is to be hoped that next season there may be a series of them as in years past. The Lynching Mania. Apart from the almost incredible de pravity shown by these people of Kan sas in allowing the school children to flock about and watch the burning of a negro at the stake, their lawlessness in the taking of human life is not peculiar. There is a lynching almost every day, on the average, in some part of the Uni ted States. The lynching statistics of several years past, fortunately, do not indicate that the annual average is at present increasing; but the bad effects upon the country are of a cumulative nature, and the tendency to resort to lynch-Iaw is more deeply seated through out the nation as a whole than it was ten years ago. At about the same time as this Leavenworth affair, a negro was lynched in Florida for attempting to wreck a train. Last November, Colo rado was disgraced by the burning alive of a brutal negro boy sixteen years old, whom the authorities had duly traced and arrested as the perpetrator of a horrible crime. The sorrow and suf fering caused by such a crime as this negro was guilty of can not be lessened by torturing the criminal. Vengeance of that kind is wholly illogical and serves no useful purpose. It does not deter other men of like impulses from deeds of violence, because such men. as a rule, are neither morally nor intel lectually responsible, but are the victims of mad impulse. The law should pro vide for Borne very direct and summary mode of trial for such cases, to be fol lowed, when guilt is proved, by imme diate execution never, of course, in public. Lynching is absolutely inad missible. It makes the mob more and more intolerant, and less and less re gardful of the sacrednes3 of human life. Thus the Florida lynching of the mid dle of January on the charge of attempt ing to wreck a train is an illustration of the ease with which mob-law passes from the puniehment of actual muderers to that of men believed to have planned or plotted a deed that might have re sulted in murder. Some lynchings within the past year have been fcr causes rather frivolous than serious. The whole tendency is deeply deplorable It does not stop crime, but breeds it. Review of Reviews for March. A Prehistoric Elopement. Faster and faster sweeps the glisten ing cave-man to and fro; lower and ten ser grows the cooing song. Dazed with the motion of her head from side to side to watch the ever-changing love-play, she does not heed the player's gradual approach, when with a sudden spring he dashes in upon her, seizes her with his strong arms, and drags her screaming, struggling down the sloping path. But the glamour is dispelled, and, alive to the instinct of self defence, the woman bites and struggles, and in her young strength proves no easy conquest. Driven to desperate measures, the cave man seizes from the ground a stone, stuns her with a sudden stroke, and as she throws up her arms to fall, seizes her about the waist, and, casting her lightly across his shoulder, hastens down the path. Down through the leary, sunlit glades he strides, bearing the warm and yield ing burden of senseless flesh, the nerve less arms adown his back, and the yel low hair streaming to the ground; and the forest, with its green depths, closes about them. Dr. Merrick Whitcomb, in March Lippincott. THE TRANSPORTS COMING HOME KATHARINE MEL1UK. (For The Courier. ) Not my boys that are coming from the west AVith every hour less ocean stretched between ? Not my boys ? Have you never heasd how all The lads that wear God's blue and Uncle Sam's , The lads that are their country's are mine? How The lads that keep their country kept me? Far Far down in Dixie land it was, and far Before the trampling of the wine press there And farthest in the first beginnings; at The very start of things . I must have had A birthday there : but whether when the bolls Of cotton covered all the fields , or when The warm magnolias filled the Southern nights To brimming dawns , I know not. Only this That seems the first , we wakened in the night To see our father with his musket stand Beside our bed , and kiss us, every one , And kiss my mother, and he went away Leaving us , four scared faces in the dark , Until the mother hushed us all to sleep . Four of us, and our mother . We had need To have been older . Every day, it seems, And yet it might have been but once, we went Hurrying through between the cotton stalks We two close folded in my mother's arms , My sister, for I had a sister then , Stumbling and hurrying with the baby, till We crouched, and lay, and listened; and we heard The shouts and hoof beats of the Rebels there Burning the ricks behind us . Not a face , Looks out from all that borne land with a smile , For war had rocked our cradle . Then there came At last a peace upon our mother's face . We saw it in the whiteness of the moon As one by one she dressed us in the night And carried us across the trampled fields For miles and weary miles . The colder dews Fell in our faces , but the sunrise still Would warm us when we slept . We woke, and cried For hunger, and our mother whispered still "Father is just ahead." And so we came Where lines of soldiers lay along a ridge, And jagged furrows seamed the trodden earth , Where heaps of horses lay unburied yet , And far within , dark walls stood towering. But when we wandered over ridge and steep To many a blue clad , dark faced, watching line At last we found a white haired sentinel Who heard our quest , and waited, stammering, Until my mother whispered , "He is dead," And then they carried her within the walls. So we were left , when they had taken us With strange and heavy music, solemnly To see the mounds, with flags at head and foot , Two mounds, beside the Corinth battle field . And the rough faces , tear wet all around And the long waiting , till our mother came , Faded into a dream of bearded men , With smiles and songs, and stories marvellous , We wakened to the morning reveille , And glided from the old black mammy's tent To watch the long lines straggle from the fort And find our white haired soldier . Not the day When Baby, even when my sister, died Was drowned in tears as when we went away With black faced Mammy to the far, far North , And left our Soldiers . In the tattered frock My mother's hands had fastened on that night , Now grown so small ana faded , so I came To the dear Father of my college, mine As soldier boys are mine . And when we went , We two that are all, all alone of kin Save for our Regiment , to find the graves, We found them marked by hands that cradled us When we were Children of the Regiment . You have your boy, but father, mo:her, all Of mine is in the flag that wrapped me round On many a day, by Corinth battle field . And scarce that laddie with my father's eyes Is dearer than the boys that wear the blue ICONOCLASM. I'm in a state of deep disgust, When people tell me that I must Unlearn some things that are to me Important facts in history. They say there wasno hatchet small That Washington e'er owned at all. Which told the tale that in his youth He was a champion of the truth. Why do reformers of today The lovely story sweep away, Where George did father's wrath defy, Because he would not tell a lie? This grand example is too rare To from our country's annals spare. Another case is brought to mind, Where skill and bravery are maligned. I hear that it is boldly said There was no apple on the head Of that young boy of ancient lore, Nor any William Tell who bore, With arrow swift into mid air, The apple from his son's fair hair. Sure I've been shown where sire and son Each stood when the famed deed was done. S. E. A. Mexico and Its Red Men . The Mexicans have threated their in dian problem much more broadly and generously than we have done. Not withstanding all the cruelty of the con querors, who reduced the natives to peonage in order to work their mines, the church made many heroic efforts to better their condition. One of the mas terpieces of modern art treasured at the Mexican capital is entitled "Las Casas protecting the Indians." It was paint ed by a student of the Mexican School of Art. There are but three figures, of life size Las Casas is standing over the prostrate form of an Indian who has been slain; an Indian woman is clinging to his knees for protection. The priest, who stands in front of an Aztec temple, is menacing the assailants with the cross. Henry . Brooks, in March Lippincott J I i J I ft m