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THE BEMIDJI DAILY PIONEER PUBLISHED EVERY AFTERNOON EICEPT SUNDAY BY THE BEMIDJI PIONEER PUBLISHING CO. E. H. DENU. Q. E. CARSON. Entered n the Pestofflc ld)l, Mian SUBSCRIPTION---$5.00 PER YFAR IN 20VANGE CITY OF BEMIDJI County Seat. Population—In 1900, 1500; 7000. Summer Resort—Hundreds of outsiders make their summer homes on Lake Be- midji. Fishing, boating and bathing ac- commodations are second to none in the United States. Area—Ten square]miles incorporated. Altitude—1400 feet above sea level. Water Power—2200 developed horse- power, Mississippi river. Water—Absolutely pure. Two artesian wells. Water Mains—About seven.miles. Bu:i5¢_500 miles by lake and river. Death Rate—>5.4 a thousand in 1908. Annual Rainfall—33.7 inches. Temperature—20 above, winter; 75 summer, mean. Sewer Mains—About three miles. Cement Sidewalks—Six and a miles. Lakeshore Drives—Ten miles. Parks—Two. half | of their constituents in favor of the in 1910,| {our midst. Water Frontage—-Ten miles, two lakes and Mississippi river. A Home Town—1600 residences. Taxpayers—1200. Churches—8. School Houses—Three. Bank Deposits—$750,000. Manufactures—Hardwood handles, lum- ber, lath, shingles, and various other industries. Great Distributing Point—Lumber prod- ucts, groceries flour, feed and hay. Postal Receipts—$17,000 for 1909, 10th place in state outside of St. Paul, Minne- apolis and Duluth. Railroads—Great Northern. Minnesota & International, M., R. L. & M., Minneapolis St. Paul & Sault Ste. Marie, Wilton & Northern, Grand Forks to Duluth, and Bemidji-Sauk Centre. Railroad Depots—Four. Passenger Trains—Twelve daily. Hospitals—One. Distances—To St. Paul, 230 miles; to Duluth, 167 miles. Hotels—Fifteen. Breweries—One. Sawmills—Four. Handle Factories—One. ‘Wholesale Houses—Four. Banks—Three. Auto Garages—One. A case where ¢‘Back to the soil” paid was that of an Indiana woman whe dug up $2,450 in coin while digging in her garden. The man who can ‘‘come back” seems to have emigrated to the Canadian Northwest a year ago and is now on bis way home. The forest fires have proven one thing and that is that Northern Minnesota is being settled faster than most people immagined, Chicago is to have electric lights on every corner. When it does, we shall probably be able to see through wheat and pork corners. Again there is alleged to be some- thing doing at Bemidji, the discovery of gold being alleged. But don’t rush in until you hear more definite reporis.—Clearwater Crystal. I am for the decent man, be he rich or poor, and against the crook whether banker or brick-layer, said Colonel Roosevelt while speaking to southern audience. It’s an old tale here in the north, but it might be new in the south. Apparently the Outlook is a be. liever in advertising. It is said that this publication pays for all the high old times the colonel has in the west and south., The colonel generally believes in going the limit. Can the Outlook stand the Pace? In speaking of the action of the Brainerd city council the Dispatch publishes the following editorial: “The action of the city council in promptly accepting the 'Stoner prop- osition last night to furnish current for power and light is commended on all sides, and it is hoped that the formalities of drawing and signing the contract will be done speedily and actual work will begin at the earliest possible moment. This ac- tion of the council is the more ap- preciated because of the hopeless deadlock that seemed to prevail at the last meeting and those council- men who put aside personal prefer- ence and yielded to the judgement Stoner proposition, are especially to be commended. Now let all pull together for a speedy installation of the new service.” SEES THE PASSING OF THE LUMBER-JACK. Not many years ago Bemidji was simply an overgrown lumber camp. The dollars which started through her marts of trade came all from the stake of the lumberjack. But the jacks are becoming scarce. From personages who were tendered the “keys of the City” in the old days the remaining few must now have a care for the rules and conventions of more complex circles as they go. Cement has driven the hob-nails and the spikes from our walks and the building pavement will soon give poor Jack sore footing in the streets. He is no longer a familiar figure in The passinz trains of logs and yearly drives have sent him farther west, for your true “Jack” heeds no call save that of woods. He is going—for he has done his work. We have fought hard for a “New Bemidji”, and we are pleased with the result, though we still have a corner in our hearts for the old. How easy to close the eyes—and looking back over the vista of a few short years see “'Big Bemidg” in all her after dark glory. The lights are bright all along “Whiskey Row.” From the numerous thirst parlors come sounds of boisterous talk and the tramp of heavy feet. Fiddles scrape—aud there is loud voiced laughter and much of ribald song. An occasional splinter flys from the pine floor as some bibulous celebrant steps a jig. Yes,—and we can hear the call of numbers and the roll of the ivory ball: “Seventeen—the black wins. Green? You lose. Cent- er column—two for one.” There is the rattle of poker chips; and the droning voice of a dealer tell of a vacant seat in the ‘“‘gentleman’s game.” From the brilliantly lighted corner across the street comes the strains of an electric piano, the crank of slot machines, and at in- tervals the whistle of an artificial bird. Over there at times the play runs high, thereis the gring of coin, the clink of glass, and the night is on! But Bemidji has seen the parting of the ways. Gawmbling is a thing of the past. When we gaze at her buildings of brick, her wide walks, ! her paved streets, and her beautiful homes; see her schools and hear the ringing of her Sabbath bells,—when we see her wealth, her respectability and her thrift—Ilet us feel proud, but let us stop and give a passing thought to the “Jacks” who helped us on our way. A reckless, daring, improvident type, always, your true lumber- Jack—few responsibilities that he will realize or which recognize him; with a line of traditions for honesty, loyalty and generosity which he never belies, he is filled with the red blood of the great vanguard of civilization, and leads a life that isa pictur- esque irresponsibility. Seldom with domestic ties, he is off to the woods in the Fall, down river again in the Spring, strong and vigorous in his health, rich in pocket, and with a lust for the game which finds him only too easy prey. Back to the drive, the town, and a twice told tale. Confident in his strength, proud of his casts, rough,—mayhap too rough ,—in his speech, yet he scorns the ways of his more effete brethern in the East and cares not a whit for the propaganda of polite society. But his task is a task for the strong. His work isa man’s and it is well done; for it is not the part of a weak- ling to battle with the logs. Itis for the lumber-jack to blaze the trails and open the way for the gentler work,—if such work indeed may be termed gentle,—of the plow. And for this achievement of his prime— all honor; we salute him. Though his old age may be with- out worldly wealth—his youth creat- ed a goodly share of it. And should old age find him helpless and a de- relict on lif’s sea,—as he nears his landing in the sky let us hope he is among the “bully boys” of whom he ig always one,—where he can find care and comfort in his hospital ticket—and, if the time is propitious, the Camp can see that he’s buried right and there’s a bark mark on his head-board—E. T. Cramford. BY THE WAY. If you study the history of your failures you may learn how to succeed. There are people who think they are proud when they are simply obstinate. Anybody can deliver the goods if he has something worth handling. The man who is his own worst enemy occasionally discovers other methods of being a nuisance. Old Enough to Be Good. He was a liquid eyed Spaniard en tour through Ituly. She was a New England maiden lady doing Klorence. They met first at the pension table d’hote and next in the Ufizzi gallery. “The madenna of which you spoke,” said the liquid eyed Spaniard, “is across the hall and down to the right two doors. It hangs in gallery 3." “According to my Buaedeker. pro- tested the New England maiden lady, “it hangs in gallery 5. “Pardon. It is impossible," protest- ed the Spaniard. *“It stands here in my Buaedeker that it is to be found in gallery 3. “Perhaps.” said the New England maiden. “your book is out of date. But POOR SLEEPER. | Healthy children sleep soundly. Any child that does not sleep is not healthy. Sleeplessness is caused by undigested substances which generate poisons. Kickapoo Worm Killer (the nice- tasting candy lozenges) produces sound, restful sleep by cleaning out poisons and impurities. It is a great child’s tonic and strength-builder. Price, 25¢., sold by druggists every- where. The Irishman’s Resource. In his volume of essays Dead Earnest S Coulson Kernahan compares his com- patriots. the natives of the Green Isle, with the Engli *That your Englishman never knows when he is beaten is the veriest plari- tude. In all the world there is no na tionality which can play a losing game with such desperate doggeduness. | venture to think. however, that the Irishman—and therein is perhaps a reason why he excels in the art of war —is more rvesourceful, is quicker to think and quicker to act. “An Englishman, finding himself in a corner so tight that any one else would decide at once that there was nothing for it but surrender or retreat, says. ‘Here 1 am. and here I'll stick to be shot at till I'm killed or till relief comes.’ An Irishman in the same place would say: ‘It's the mischief’s own hole I'm in! - But wait now! What way-'l1l 1 be getting out? And get out the Irishman generally does, for he is . S0 resourceful that his resourcefulness might sometimes be better described as slipperiness.” The Making of a Business Man. So manyynines of glass in o'd Mr. Viner’s greenbouse had been broken that he hod at 1avt offered a reward of it is easy to assure ourselves who is right. Let us go to gallery 3 or to gal- lery 5 and see.” “Madame." said the Spaniard., with some emotion, “it is not necessary to exert ourselves. This book. v ame is perfectly relinble. My grandfather himself assured me so. It is the very volume that he used when he himsel? toured Italy at my age.” - Detroit Free Press. A Brezch of Good Form. the limit in the Likewise she has her points in respect to dead game- ne She was taken about a week ago to spend a few days with her aunt The little miss played around in front of her aunt's place for awhile. Then her aunt let a playful young tervier into the yard. saying to the child: “This #s your little four footed cous in.” Five minutes later the aunt returned to the front yard to call the kid into the house. but she wasn't anywhere to be seen. The fox terrier was playing alone. There was a scramblihg hunt for the child and all kinds of alarm, but the little girl dido’t turn up. The aunt hustled into town. The little girl was bome with her mother. She had walked right to the car for town as soon as the fox terrier pup was presented to her. “IWhy didn’t you stay at aunty's?’ her mother asked ber in surprise. 10 shillines to any one who should give inf rm 11 as to the identity of the latest offender. The bait soon drew A vonngster ca'led on Mr. Viner and informed him thet a Ind named Archie Thomnson wes a guilty party He received hi: reward, went away re- joicing. and the o'd gentleman forth with wrate to the jocal schoolmaster demanding the pr duction of the said Archie Thompson to mnke good the damage he had done to his windows, Next day the informer called again. “The schoolinaster sent me.” be said briskly. “I've seen a glazier, and he’ll put your glass right for 3 shillings Here it is, and”— **Not so fast, my lad,” said Mr. Viner. “Have you come on behalf of Archie Thompson ?* “Well, yes, sir, in a way,” said the hoy. “Fact is.” he continued confiden- tially, “I'm him!”—London Answers, Wesley and Tea. Tn his younger days John Wesley found it difficult to stop drinking tea. He wrote in 1746: *We agreed it would prevent great expense, as well of health as of time and of money. if the poorer people of our society could be persuaded to leave off drinking of tea. We resolved ourselves to begin and set the example. I expect some difficulty in breaking off a custom of six and twenty years’ standing, and according- Iy the first three davs my head ached and I was half asleep from morning “She introduced me to a dog!’ re- plied the haughty young person.—Cin- cinpnati Post. “The Soul of Golf.” One who knew the soul of go'f saw it and described it. It was a tricky green, with a drop of twenty feet he- hind it. To have overrun it would bhave been fatal. There was a stiff head wind. The player wonld not risk running up. He cut well in under the ball to get all the back spin he could. He pitched the ball well up against the wind, which caught it and, on ac- count of the spin, threw it up and up until it soared almost over the hole. then it dropped like a shot bird about a yard from the hole, and the back spin gripped the turf and held the ball within a foot of where it fell. It was obvious to one man that it was a crude shot. It was equally obvious to another, who knew the ‘inner se- crets of the game, that it was a bril- liantly conceived and beautifully exe- cuted stroke. One man saw nothing of the soul of the stroke. He got the husk and the other took the kernel.— P. B. Vaile in North American Review. An Unusual Opportunity. The young clergyman had been urged by his bishop to raise in his small par- ish as large a sum as possible to swell the fund for the people of a faroff isle. The rector had put the need before his people as graphically as he was able, but he was not gifted with eloquence and felt that his appeal had not struck home to the hearts of his listeners. He made a last attempt to rouse their en- thusiasm for the worthy cause. “Think of them, so far away,” he said earnestly. *Think of 20,000 per- sons living without the privileges of Christian burial, while any of you here in this little town may have the ad- vantages of four handsome cemeteries, and give of your abundance, my breth- ren, to those who have nothing.”— Youth’s Companion. Reassurea the Judge. A wife, joining her husband in a conveyance of real estate, was asked by the judge. who examined her in private, according to the act of the assembly, whether she acted without compulsion on the part of her hus- band. She stuck her arms akimbo and replied: “He compel me! No, nor twen- ty like him!"—Argonaut. B i T — to night. The third day my memory failed almost en‘irely. On Thursday my headache was gene, my memory asg strong as ever, and I have found no inconvenience, but a sensible benefit in several respects from that day to this.” Later in life Wesley returned to the use of tea, as his big teapot preserved in his bouse in London shows.—Chi- cago News, Once a Sailor Always a Sailor. Charitable institutions often find it hard to learn the occupations of those admitted. A man who has followed several trades when asked his occupa- tion names the one he regards as most dignified, even if he has not followed it for years. The Survey tells of a case that happened in the Cook County in- firmary. The man “at the age of nine- teen was a sailor for one year. His career as a sailor ended with an acci- dent on the ship by which he lost a leg. For the next thirty-six years he took various jobs as caretaker and the like. such as a crippled person can ob- tain. Yet when after thirty-six years of independence he was finally forced to take refuge in ‘a poorhouse he puts himself down on the entrance card as a sallor, and one feels in that word the pride of a Norse son of the sea.” A Nickname For Barrett. Lawrence Barrett, the tragedian, was subject to dyspepsia, and when he was suffering from that disorder he was cold and distant toward his company. One irreverent fellow always refused. however, to be suppressed. He said one day: “Just look .at Cassius. He looks as solemn and righteous as if he'd swallowed the sword of justice. Let’s call him the Scabbard.” And the Scab- bard he was—out of his hearing—for the rest of that season. Costly Dressing. Mrs. Washington Terrace consented to be interylewed. “What? Dress on $600 a year?’ She made a wry grimace with her face and hands. “Why, I couldn’t dress my salads on $600 a year,” she said.—St. Louis Post- Dispatch. A Striped One. “Now, children, what is this?” asked the teacher, holding up a picture of a zebra. “It looks to me like a horse in ® bathing suit.” answered a lttle boy.— Our Dumb Animals. R R e o et i, B AP REL ~_INRB, Created a New Word. It was the thivd Earl Spencer who added a word to the language in conse- quence of a wager. The bet was that by cutting off the tail part of his over- coat he could bring iuto fashion over- coats so short that the skirts of the undercoat would show beneath. He won his wager. and “'spencer” hecame the name both of that garment and of the feminiue one afterward construct- ed in its likeness. The peerage has added more thun one name to the terminology of costume. Everybody knows *“Wellingtons,” and the billy- cock hat is said by some to be really “Billy Coke.” from Coke of Norfolk, earl of Leicester. But none of these examples in the sphere of clothes rivals what the Earl of Sandwich did when be contrived the slice of meat between bread as a device to enable him to go on gambling without leaving off for a meal.—London Chronicle. Getting Acquainted. “We hesitated about renting this place.” said the woman who had just moved in, “until we learned that the families on both sides of us owned their houses. It is so unpleasant to live where the people next door are al- rways changing and you never know what kind of neighbors you are going to have.”” “Yes.” responded the woman on the other side of the fence. “That's one reason why we're trying to sell our house.”—Chicago Tribune. Correct. Teacher (addressing class)—A phi- lanthropist is a pe n who exerts him- self to do good to his fellow men. Now. if 1 were wealthy. children,” she add- ed by way of illustration. “and gave money freely to all needy and unfor- tunates who asked my aid I'd be a”— She broke off abruptly to point at a boy in the class. “What would I be. Tommy?" she asked. cinch York Weekly. shouted Tommy.—New Tonight It’s equal as a curative does not exist. So perfect is its medical ac- tion as to challenge the admiration of all. Such is Hollister’s Rocky Mountain Tea, the world’s regelator. Also in Tablet form. Take it tonight. E. N. French & Co. NEW PUBLIC LIBRARY Open daily, except Sunday and Mon- dayllto12a.m.,1to 6 p.m.,7 to 9 p. m. Snuday 3 to 6 p. m. Monday 7to 9 p. m. BEATRICE MILLS, Librarian. T. BEAUDETTE _ Merchant Tailor Ladies’ and Gents' Suits to Order. French Dry Cleaning, Pressing and Repairing a Specialty. 315 Beltrami Avenue M. MALZAHN & CO. * REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE (FARM{LOANS, RENTALS FARMS AND CITY PROPERTIES 407 Minn. Ave. * Bemidji, Minn H Want Ads FOR RENTING A PROPERTY, SELL- ING A BUSINESS OR OBTAINING HELP ARE BEST. Pioneer Bradley| Full-Fashioned MUFFLFR® - AUTO ounnro Madson Odegard & Co. ONE PRICE CLOTHIERS Do you expect to live in your own house this winter? I have a few nice places left for sale on easy terms Also have money to loan at reas- “onable rates of interest. If you want to buy, rent, sell, build or borrow, call on me before you close a deal. H. E. REYNOLDS Building Contractor and Real Estate Broker ] Room 9, O’Leary-Bowser Building Office Phone 23 House Phone 316 Bemidji, Minn. .»_. et — e B 5 1A A O A NS L5 N s s—— A 5

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