Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, November 13, 1912, Page 9

FOR 1914 RACE St. Paul Mayor Picked to Leac Republican State Ticket, ae DEMOCRATS ARE DISAPPOINTEL pected Ringdal Would Secure 2 Much Larger Vote Than Shown by Returns. (Special Correspondence.) St. Paul, Nov. 12.—It is a far ery to ‘the campaign of 1914, but the fact is fim no way a bar to the activities of ‘the Republican king makers, who, I ‘umderstand, have already practically ‘Gecided upon gubernatorial materia! for the next contest. Mayor H. P. ‘Keller of St. Paul, a young German, fs said to have been picked and the wtory is that his selection was at the instance of Mr. Keller himself. A mumber of his backers picked him out as a successor to Governor Eberhart ‘two years ago and when he was again me-elected to the mayoralty last spring ft only increased their efforts in his behalf. Of course all this, mind you, fs on the assumption that Governor Eberhart will retire at the close of Mhis second term and shy his castor ‘nto the ring as a successor to United {States Senator Clapp. There is a pos- isibility that his ambitions might be @atisfied sooner. Mayor Keller's bernatorial ambitions have been ors for a long time. When he le a second run for the St. Paul mayoralty an appeal, it is said, was jmade to the Democratic leaders to let yp on their opposition on the ground t his election meant much in a in City way and during the late ‘eampaign he went so far as to issue m@ general letter saying that the elec- (tion of Governor Eberhart would be a ycard in his favor. He made every ef- ifert to keep Ramsey county in the ‘Eberhart column and this line of ac- tivity even extended to his close ‘friends, who are anxious to see his gubernatorial ambitions satisfied. +e +b Governor Eberhart by 30,000, Roose- ‘velt the national winner by at least 18,000 and the entire Republican state ticket elected by majorities ranging from 35,000 to 65,000 is the way the returns read. Outside of the vote given the national candidate the re- gult did not come as any surprise, though the Demiécratic leaders were eonfident that Mr. Ringdal, their @tandard bearer, would get more votes jthan he did. They also pinned their ‘hopes on Harvey Grimmer, who was witted against Julius H. Schmahl for ithe office of secretary of state. Grim- mer did not in any way meet expecta- tions. The one surprise in the state ght was the failure of the third party fticket to make good. The candidates this ticket finished a poor fifth. P. . Collins, the third party guberna- ‘torial candidate, was simply a joke at ae finish. The minor candidates on is ticket polled more votes than he aid. + bo As far as the minor parties are con- @erned the Prohibitionists get the most satisfaction out of the state con- fest. The candidates of this party were third in the race and with a vote ‘the largest in the history of the or- wanization. E. E. Lobeck, the candi- @ate for governor, carried his own qeounty (Douglas) by a substantial ma- ority. This could not be said of ome of the other candidates. Lobeck @made a spectacular campaign and in ‘the vote cast he cut heavily into a eee that would ordinarily be be- d P. M. Ringdal, the Democratic s@andidate. The impression abroad ‘was that Mr. Ringdal, the Democratic candidate, was a county optionist and erhile it hurt him with the Democratic fwoters it availed him little with the perance element, who knew that was not true. t+ oe _ Rumors are thick about the state Geapitol that the coming year will see @ reorganization as far as many of tthe minor offices are concerned and that several appointive officials will fhave to walk the plank. The story Mis that Governor Eberhart is going to @o some weeding out as soon as he @tarts on his second term. What ‘there is in the talk I do not know, but at is said that Kelsey Chase, state dank superintendent, may be retired %m favor of a Washington county man. ‘W. T. Cox, state forester, who enjoys a salary of $4,000 and expenses, is @aid to be receiving consideration. Cox was brought from Washington on ‘the creation of the bureau and it is aid has been pretty much a law unto himself ever since. There will be g@ome weeding out in the dairy and food department. Democratic hold- vers in the departments are sure to ‘De replaced. ++ + ‘There is mich gloom about the fed- eral building in St. Paul these days and the darkness will not be dispelled until Governor Wilson has been for- smally inaugurated as president and @is administration policies become ‘known. United States Marshal ‘Grimshaw, who is now serving his fifth _ erm, expects to be retired, and so spares atest Marcus Jobuson, collector, and KELLER SLATED | Sse 8etcacstors st nesota. L. M. Willcuts of Duluth is another~who is likely to go. All have been enjoying fat salaries for some years. The minor offices in the federal building are protected by civil service. Marcus Johnson, formerly of Atwater, is perhaps the hardest hit. He was an active partisan and head- ed the Taft forces in the late fight. Marcus, however, was always a good loser and his retirement will not bother him much. ++ + It will probably be weeks before the fate of the constitutional amendments voted upon at the recent election are known. To date they have been over- looked by the correspondents and the impression is growing that practically all of them have gone down to de- feat. The one exception is probably the one-mill tax amendment. There is some hope for it. R. C. Dunn of Princeton, the author of this particu- lar amendmept, spent his own good money to bring about its pas- sage and this, with a large amount of publicity given it by the papers, is thought to have saved it. The seven senators amendment is known to be dead; also the amendment providing for an increase in the railroad gross earnings law. Pe How to interest the voters in the constitutional amendments offered ev- ery two years is due to be the sub- ject of much serious thought and the whole is likely to be considered at the coming session of the legislature. One thing sure, the unusually long state and county ballot, which was a feature of the election last week, did not help any and it may be that the work of those interested will be di- rected at shortening it. In St. Paul and Minneapolis voters had to con- tend with several strips of paper, the whole of which aggregated nearly eight feet in length, and many threw away the ballot containing the constitutional amendments in disgust. This, added to poorly lighted booths and a space scarcely big enough to stand in, was responsible for the city charter amendments failing. Many voters turned the ballots in without even marking them. + + + Minneapolis is the only city in the state to adopt the voting machine and its experience with them is not likely to add to their popularity else- where. Last Tuesday thousands of voters were disfranchised because of the inability of the voters ahead to manipulate them. To this was added dilatory tactics on the part of those interested. In many cases voters were a full fifteen minutes in registering their preferences. Two years ago an effort was made to slip a bill through the legislature compelling the use of voting machines all over the state, but fortunately the joker was located and the bill failed, t+ t F. B. Lynch of St. Paul, national Democratic committeeman, is now the King. Bee in Minnesota and no one would be surprised if the Wilson administration did not do something handsome for him when it assumes control. A cabinet job is among the possibilities. Not that Mr. Lynch needs the money, as he is reported to be in the millionaire class, but simply the honor. Frank A. Day is another who is mentioned as in line for offi- cial preferment. Both were original Wilson men. Frank might pull down one of the jobs in the federal build- ing in St. Paul. They carry salaries ranging from $3,500 to $5,000. ob +e In mentioning gubernatorial possi- bilities for 1914 it might be in order to say that W. E. Lee of Long Prairie may again be in the game. That is the talk in this neck of the woods. In the late primaries Lee pressed Gov- ernor Eberhart hard and had it not been for the large field of candidates might have defeated him. After the fight was over friends of both Mr. Lee and Governor Eberhart made efforts to have Mr. Lee come out and give Governor Eberhart his best wishes, but the Long Prairie man refused. In @ measure he was the most consistent — of ali the Republican candidates. He | said that he had made the state- ment that Governor Eberhart was not worthy to be returned and he could not very well change his opinion even though the people had voted oth- erwise. The talk is that the cam- paign cost Mr. Lee and his friends a considerable amount of money, but if it did his expense account does not show any expenditures beyond the le- al amount. +e +t The bell wether of Minnesota De- mocracy since the death of the late Governor Johnson is Congressman Hammond of the Second district, but the St. James man had anything but a walkaway in his contest with F. F. Ellsworth of Mankato for a return ticket to Washington. At last ac- counts Hammond had less than 800 to the good and his majority in times past was never below the 1,000 mark. It is said that if the Republican can- didate had made a vigorous fight he might have gotten away with the plum. +e It looks very much as if Judge Hal- lam of St. Paul had won over Justice Bunn for the latter’s place on the supreme bench. Judge Hallam’s ma- jority is now in the neighborhood of 5,000 and it continues to grow. The elevation of Judge Hallam to the su- preme bench will leave a vacancy on the district bench of Ramsey county and many are after the place. The appointment will be made by Governor Eberhart after the first of the year. THE COUNTY CHAIRMAN, It Played a Low Down Trick on the Master of the House. A HOT TIME ON A COLD NIGHT. The Trouble Was the Direct Result of a Thirsty Man’s Craving For Drink and His Dogged Persistence In At- tempting to Satisfy It. One of the old time humorous writ- ers was “Sparrowgrass,” and the fol- lowing account of his adventure with a dumb waiter gives a good idea of his amusing style: One evening Mrs. S. had retired, and I was busy writing when it struck me a glass of ice water would be pal- atable. So I took the candle and a pitcher and went down to the pump. Our pump is in the kitchen. A coun- try pump in the kitchen is more con- venient, but a well with buckets is cer- tainly most picturesque. Unfortunate- ly our well water has not been sweet since it was cleaned out. First I had to open a bolted door that lets you into the basement hall. and then I went to the kitchen door, which proved to be locked. Then I re- membered that our girl always car- ried the key to bed with her and slept with it under her pillow. Then I re- traced my steps, bolted the basement door and went up into the dining room. As is always the case, I found when I could not get any water I was thirstier than I supposed I was. Then I thought I would wake our girl up. Then I concluded not to do it. Then I thought of the well, but I gave that up on account of its flavor. Then I opened the closet doors. There was no water there. Then I thought of the dumb waiter! The novelty of the idea made me smile. I took out two of the movable shelves, stood the pitcher on the bottom of the dumb waiter, got in myself with the lamp, let myself down until I supposed I was within a foot of the fioor below and then let go. We came down so suddenly that 1 was shot out of the apparatus as if it had been a catapult. It broke the pitcher, extinguished the lamp and landed me in the middle of the kitchen at midnight, with no fire and the air not much above the zero point. The truth is I.had miscalculated the dis- tance of the descent. Instead of falling one foot, I had fallen five. My first impulse was to ascend by the way I came down, but 1 found that imprac- ticable. Then I tried the kitchen door. It was locked. 1 tried to force it open. It was made of two inch stuff and held its own. Then I hoisted a window, and there were rigid iron bars. If I ever felt angry at anybody it was at myself for putting up those bars to please Mrs. Sparrowgrass. I put them |up not to keep people in, but to keep ! people out. I laid my cheek against the ice cold barriers and looked at the sky. Nota star was visible. It was as black as ink overhead. Then I made a noise. I shouted until I was hoarse and ruined our preserving kettle with the poker. That brought our dogs out in full bark, and between us we made the night hideous. Then I thought I heard a voice and listened. It was Mrs. Spar- rowgrass calling to me from the top of the staircase. I tried to make her hear me, but the infernal dogs united with howl and grow! and bark, so as to drown my voice, which is naturally plaintive and tender. Besides, there were two bolted doors and double deaf- ened floors between us. How could she recognize my voice, even if she did hear it? Mr. Sparrowgrass called once or twice and then got frightened. The next thing I heard was a sound as if the roof had fallen in, by which I un- derstood that Mrs. Sparrowgrass was springing the rattle! That called out our neighbor, already wide awake. He came to the rescue with a bull terrier, a Newfoundland pup, a lantern and a revolver. The moment he saw me at the window he shot at me, but fortu- nately just missed me. I threw myself under the kitchen table and ventured to expostulate with him, but he would not listen to reason. In the excite- ment I had forgotten his name, and that made matters worse. It was not until he had roused up everybody around, broken in the basement door with an ax, got into the kitchen with his cursed savage dogs and shooting iron and seized me by the collar that he recognized me, and then he wanted me to explain it! But what kind of an explanation could I make to him? I told him he would have to wait until my mind was composed and then 1 would let him understand the matter fully. Thrift. Tonal—Eh, yon was a powerful dees- course on “Thrift” ye preached the Sabbath. Tother—Ah’m glad ye were able to profit— Tonai—Profit! Why, mon, I would have sloshed ma sax- pence into the plate wi’out a thought if it had not been for your providen- tial words—they saved me fourpence there and then!—London Opinion. The Miracle. ‘Woodland—What is the difference be- tween a wonder and a miracle? Lo- rain—Well. if you’d touch me for $5 and I'd lend it to you it would be a wonder. Woodland—That’s so. Lorain —And if you returned it that would be a miracle. Laughter is day, and sobriety is night. A smile is the twilight that hiv- Wireless Telegraphy May Point to the “Why” of Telepathy. Accepting telepathy as an establish- ed fact, the problem remains—how are we to explain it? What is the mech- anism by which one person is able to transmit messages directly and in- stantaneously to another person, al- though they may be half the world apart? To this question it must frankly be admitted no positive answer can as yet be returned. But some interesting hypotheses have lately been advanced, not by mere theorists, but by eminent men of science. who, themselves affirm- ing the actuality of telepathy, have given much thought to the problem of its mode of operation. | Sir William Crookes, for example, calling attention to the marvelous but undisputed facts of the real vibration as evidenced by the phenomena of wireless telegraphy and the Roentgen rays, urges that here we have quite } possibly an adequate explanation of the mystery of telepathy of a wholly naturalistic basis—that is to say, a | basis which enables us to accept telep- athy without dislocating our entire conception of the physical universe. “Tt seems to me,” he suggests, “that | these rays (the Roentgen rays) may have a possible way of transplanting intelligence which, with a few reason- able postulates, may supply the key to much that is obscure in physical re- search. Let it be assumed that these | rays, or rays of even higher frequency, can pass into the brain and act on some nervous center there. Let it be conceived that the brain contains a | center which uses these rays as the! | vocal chords use sound vibrations | (both being under the command of in- | telligence) and sends them out with the velocity of light to impinge on the receiving ganglion of another brain. | In this same way the phenomena of telepathy and the transmission of in- telligence from one sensitive to anoth- er through long distances seem to come into the domain of law and can be grasped.” { This undoubtedly is the explanation | that most strongly commends itself to those scientists who courageously ac- knowledge their belief in telepathy. | Nor do they see any objection to it in the fact that people apparently are af- fected by the telepathic impulse only at certain times, for the brain of both | sender and receiver may conceivably, on the analogy of wireless telegraphy, | be set to transmit and receive tele-| pathic communications only when at- tuned to vibrations of a certain ampli- | tude—H. Addington Bruce in Hamp-| ton Magazine. Modern Husbands. Lady Nevill in her reminiscences | talks of the decadence of the day as reflected in the lives of women. “The | fact is,” she says, “that in a great many cases modern woman—in Eng- land, I mean—is spoiled. Many have | no interests and too much time on their hands, with the result that they will take up some fad. As for the well to do, a great number of them | now seem to completely dominate their husbands. This struck the old shah of Persia very much. “It seems to me, said he, ‘that an English or American husband is nothing better than a sort of butler.’” Lincoin Joited Seward. Uncle Billy Green of Illinois was | Lincoln’s paftner in the grocery at Sa- lem. At night, when customers were few, he held the grammar while Lin- coln recited his lessons. At Lincoln’s first inaugural banquet Green sat at} the table on the president’s left. with the dignified Secretary Seward on the right. Lincoln presented the two men to each other, saying. “Secretary Sew- ard. this is Mr. Green of Illinois.” Seward bowed stiffly, when Lincoln ex- claimed: “Oh, get up, Seward. and shake hands with Green. He’s the man that taught me my grammar.”— Kansas City Star. Four Days In the Year. There are but four days in the year when the sun and clock exactly corre- spond. In other words, there are but four days of the 365 in which the sun is directly south at noon. The fifteenth of April and the seventeenth of June remember, August thirty-first and twenty-fourth of December. ; On these four days and none else in the year ‘The sun and clock both the same time de- clare. Business Humor. Here is 2 rare specimen of business humor received the other day by a London firm. It ran: “Our cashier fell unconscious at his desk this morning. Up to this time, 4p. m., we have been unable to get a word out of him except your names. May we say to him, with a view to his immediate recovery, that we have your eheck, as we think that is what is on his mind?’—Pearson’s Weekly. Man and Woman. “Man, composed of clay, is silent and | ponderous,” preached Jean Raulin in the fifteenth century, “but woman gives evidence of her osseous origin by the rattle she keeps up. Move a sack of earth and it makes no noise; touch a bag of bones and you are deafened with the clitter clatter.” Sorry For Pa. “Tm sorry for pa.” “Why?” “Sis is going to marry a man who makes more money than he does.”— Detroit Free Press. More helpful than all human wisdom ers gently between both, more bewitch- | is one draft of simple human pity that wil] not for sake us. JOSE CANALEJAS. Spanis» Premier Victim of Bullets of Assassin. FOR TARRING YOUNG WOMAN Six Men Are Placed on Trial at Nor walk, O. Norwalk, O., Nov. 13.—Trial for “riotous conspiracy” of the six men indicted for the “tarring” of twenty- year-old Minnie La Valley of West Clarksfield, near here, has begun. The “tarring” occurred on the night wf Aug. 30, when the girl, who was on her way home, was seized, she said, by six men, her clothing torn from her, and was smeared from head to foot with red paint. The six men indicted are Reginald Thomas, town constable; Joseph and Carl Sly, Harlow and Ernest Welsh and Joseph Cummings. All protest their innocence. County Attorney Young is conduct- ing the state’s case. The villagers of West Clarksfield stoned the house of ‘the girl two weeks after the assault and the family, father, mother and three daughters, fled from the village. ‘GUNMAN GRINS AS CASE IS OUTLINED Trial of Rosenthal’s Alleged Slayer Moving Rapidly. _ New York, Nov. 13.—Within an hour after court opened in the trial of the four men charged with the murder of Herman Rosenthal, Assistant Dis- trict Attorney Moss had completed his address to the jury and four witness- es had offered their testimony. The four defendants were in various moods. Dago Frank Cirofici was grin- ning as Mr. Moss concluded a scathing arraignment; Whitey Lewis was rest- less and belligerent and apparently took the prosecution’s words at their full meaning. Lefty Louie and Gyp the Blood appeared stolidly indiffer- ‘ent to what was goin on. Among the witnesses who testified was Dr. Otto Schultze, the coroner’s physician, who performed the autopsy. Dr. Schultze produced the bullets— now shapeless bits of lead—which he had taken from Rosenthal’s brain and held them up for the inspection of court where the defendants could see them. TURKS HOLD BACK: BULGARS Latter Making Slow Progress Toward Constantinople. London, Nov. 13.—That the Bulga- tians were having more trouble than they expected in breaking down the Turks’ last line of defense outside of Constantinople was surmised by the military experts here. Of definite news there was very lit- tle, but it was clear that the fighting fas now been in progress for several days along the Tchatalja lines and al- though it has been reported repeated- ly that the attacking troops had gained important advantages some- how they had not appeared to be mak- ing much progress toward the Turks’ capital. To the rear of the Tchatalja de- fense all accounts indicated shocking conditions, with thousands dying of starvation, disease and neglected wounds. LORIMER IS SERIOUSLY ILL Operation May Be Necessary to Save. Life of Former Senator. Chicago, Nov. 13.—William Lorimer, eentral figure in the recent expulsion proceedings in the United States sen- tg & seriously ill and an operation fer appendicitis was declared neces- ‘ary to save his life. Ten Injured in Wreck. Fort Smith, Ark., Nov. 13.—Ten persons were injured when mixed train No. 4 on the Kansas City and Memphis railway was derailed near Healing Springs, Ark. The derailment ecurred when a brake beam of a ¢| box car pulled out. oe LOADING BIG GUNS They Get Quick Action on the Modern Monster Warship. STORY OF A PRACTICE DRILL. What Happened After the Order te “Fire!” Was Very Different From What Would Have Occurred Had Cordite and Projectiles Been Used. The order is given to load. Some one touches a lever, and with a hiss a mass of bright steel turns and twists back. and the breech of the gun gapes open. Another touch on the lever, and from beside you a hydraulic ram shoots out like a golden tongue into the breecb and immediately shoots back again All is clear. Now, at your very feet a hole gapes in the floor of the turret there is a slat and crash of metal, and! as you look down into the hole you see a small lift traveling up with incred-i ible rapidity and infernal clatter bear- ing on it the immense projectile, weigh ing more than seven hundredweight, and, in another compartment, the twe cartridges of cordite. Up comes the lift, locks itself with a crash and spills out the projectile on a metal tray in line with the open breech. The golden tongue of the rammer shoots out again and pushes the pro jectile into the gaping breech, extend- ing itself apparently indefinitely until the projectile has disappeared. The lift shifts a little, bringing into line with the gun its other compartment, which contains the two half charges, each a cylinder holding 130 pounds of cordite. Out shoots the ram again, with no more respect for them than if they had been sponges, and pushes them steadily home behind the projec- tile, and, having done its deadly busi- ness, retires again out of the way to be ready for another cycle of the same op- erations. * Half a turn of the wheel, and the breech block swings home with a sigh and a click. “Right gun loaded, sir.” Now you wait in suspense, and a voice in the conning tower gives the range— 8,500 yards. The gun layer in his quiet corner has all this time never taken his eye from the glass. He turns one wheel, and the whole turret swings round over the ship’s quarter; he turns another, and with a little hiss and sigh of imprisoned water the whole mighty tonnage of the gun, sweetly balanced on its trunnions, rises and tilts itself to the push of the hydraulic press. The range is decreasing by some thir. ty yards a second, since the target is | a ship approaching us at a speed equal to our own—fifteen knots—and as the falling ranges are given the gun metal wheel is turned an eighth or a quarter of an inch, and the muzzle of the gun sinks down a little as gently as a fall ing leaf. The sights are reported “on,” the gun laid, and the word we have all been waiting for is sharply given— “Fire!” The gun layer pulls a trigger no bigger than that of a pistol and— The projectile was a dummy one made of wood covered with leather, and there was no cordite in the car- tridges. If it had been otherwise the pictures that adorned the commander's. room, the mirrors and toilet accesse- ries on the cabin tables and the va- rious elegant adornments of the cap- tain’s suit would (unless they had been previously packed away) have come crashing down from their places, and the navigating commander, who hap- pened at the time to be explaining to an unwilling listener on the quarter- deck by what skill and foresight he had avoided setting the ship’s stern on to the breakwater at Portland, would have been blown off the deck. These things were unnecessary, for I quite understood. The click and si- lence that followed the word “Fire!” were quite eloquent enough to me of all the shattering damnation they rep- resented—a projectile weighing 850 pounds hurtling to its mark at the rate of almost a thousand yards a sec- ond, But we in the turret would have known nothing, for before it had reach- ed the target the breech block would have opened to the screech of the air blast which cleans out the burning fragments of cordite in the breech, the rammer would have shot in with its mop and out again, the ammunition hoist would have come clattering and screaming up, another projectile would have rolled into the tray with another two hundredweight of death packed bebind it, the rammer would have pushed it home with a kick, the block would have swung to again, the great gun would have been sighted and swung in the air, again the word would have been given, and again the frag- ment of concentrated power that men had toiled in factories and drawing of- fices, in laboratories and foundries to’ perfect would have been sent winging through the sea air to spend itself in destruction. And only one man in the turret would have seen its fate; only he with his eye to the telescope, who had seen the hull of that ship in the distance cover- ing the threadlike cross on his glass as he pulled the trigger, would see and guess when the’ distant target would burst into yellow smoke what work bad been done—London Standard. Not at All Easy. Lucille—Ob, you can win Marie’s heart easily enough. All you neeé do is to give her all the money she wants. Jules—And do you call that easy?— Paris Rire. Life will give us back whatever we put into it. In a way it is just like a. ic ~