The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 22, 1912, Page 3

THE SEA who has.”—Moliere. It Was a Great Week ‘was a success. itch was a success. ~ _ of the city. Potlatch, 1912, latest is best.” AND IT rained Sunday night, 24 hours after the Golden Potlatch. "There have been kicks agai couldn't have been beaten if the Potlatch people ha gold days “made to order.” Putting Wolves on the Scent tase? Well, the New York editors have followed Giscovered that she’s working in a New York cit Office at $10 per week. “Ts it possible,” they say, “for her to live an up! @0 meager a salary?” , Wery likely be to permanently ruin the girl and disec her upright intentions, if she seriously has such. ofa pay envelope is an outrageous one, an insult to hood. ‘Tens of thousands of girls in this country li qweek or less and are virtuous. We do not say they receive enough, but we do idea that $1 or $2 or $3 per week is the sole dollars per week is a better start than 90 per cent made people of these times or any other times ever it will not do in Beulah’s case, for listen to t Of the metropolitan press: which is very attractive.” A baby buried in shame, * frag gdod humor! agent against her? ey LORIMER Jones"? “He who has nof dined always wants to quarrel with he As a splendid ADVERTISEMENT of Seattle, the And, finally, the Potlatch was a FINANCIAL It was one of the biggest and best weeks in the was better than history Potlatch, 1911, because those in charge had the bene- experience. Next year’s celebra- tion probably will eclipse that of this summer. “The the close of inst weather | — and weather men since time began, but last week's record dd had seven Remember Beulah Binford, the girl in the. Beatty murder her up and] y telephone} right life on yurage other 4 girls. The wolves of the metropolis, learning that a girl is dis- Satisfied with $10 a week, will hunt her up and relieve her of} ¢ practice of sizing up womanly virtue by the thickness all woman- ve on $10 a combat the protection of virtue of the girls who work in store, office or factory. Ten of the self- had, but we his twaddle “Her voice is excellent, being refined and low, and her great- est charms are her laugh and an air of gaicty and good humor} yoy4 and a lover executed, and Beulah’s greatest charm is her air of alone with honest intent to live right, the girl might “m@ucceed on $10 a week. How can she with the powerful press is > he gentleman should be able to wear a monocl in sleep. We publish this to show our women friends whc are criticised that there are other fools in the w females who are the boulevard walkers ot Paris. .&re men who will actually go to bed in pajamas with eed it— but believe us, ladies, the vast majorit is gone forever. On the contrary, she’s come te ver. She'll wave as long as there's one of us left What comfort is and isn’t afraid of cold feet. + vibe in any other way or shed, with or without buttons. SEATTLE’S Potlatch has a good chance of celebrated as New Orleans’ Mardi Gras. WHEN a man is not amused, he feels an invol tempt for those who are-—Edward Bulwer Lytton. SUNDAY was a quiet, very quict day Most people wanted most, sleep and perhaps crac aching heads. FOUR OR FIVE more auto accidents over Su “insane” Fourths of July. SEATTLE baseball fans are very weak and f qweek; hardly able to take nourishment, in fact @ix out of seven games to Beavers OK. C. N. PAPPAMICHALOPOPOULOS, attle. seg ee eee eee A ee THE MODERN MOTHER marked the aged citizen, “How now?’ “T have just learned that my wife has been wat boy for years to see that he carries his school books right arm on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and left arm on Tuesdays and Thursdays.” ‘What's the idea?” webb bb bb Pittsburg Post. WONDERFUL him in the eye. Do you suppose he noticed my presence Miss Keon-—-Possibly. human beings can not.—Boston Transcript. “Good morning, Mrs. Smithers, this i; had to congratulate you since your marr “My name is not Smithers, it is Jon “Why, Smith told me you were getting married, and “Mr. Smithers is the name of the man | rejected! “Oh, excuse me!"—Houston Post. “A mother has worries that a man kifows nothing about, “If he did not do this he might get curvature of the spine.”— RK REREREHRARKEMR KKK HH j¢ in bis eye ose follies of orld besides For there stiff collars a glass in one eye simply to pose as fashionable gentlemen. ‘¢ are some people who would retire in rubber boots if Paris y of us rise Qs one mani to refute the assertion that the old fashioned night- » stay, a joy who knows Let the effeminate Frenchmen go to bed in their pajamas, collars and eyeglasses, if they can’t show that they're gen- True American manhood will stand by the good old nightshirt that’s just as easy to sleep in, put on pecoming as untary con- Sleep was what ked ice for nday. This funning amuck on wheels is killing off more people than did everish this siants lost minister of education in Greece, is in San Francisco and soon will visit Se- When he comes, let’s just call him “professor. nent * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * re- ching our under his under his Bubbleigh—Your little dog barked at me but stopt when I looked of mind? They say animals often see things that the first opportunity 1 have when | asked film who the lucky man was he said it was Dick Smithers!” And you may ‘As a great week of pure FUN, Seattle’s Potlatch | Of course the effect of such publications and questions will || an innocent wife brutally murdered] @ lunch if you saw that wood over there by the gate SENATOR WESLEY L. JONES voted to keep Lorimer} in unitorm.”—Chicago Record- Herald, fm the senate. Can it be that our senator's full name is “Wes- A beautiful idiotic Parisian arbiter of men’s fashions an-la ewe keke ken keanateeenee ee ces that silk pajamas with stiff collar are the correct thing ; the ridiculous garment, the nightshirt, is gone forever, and THE STAR—MONDAY, JULY 22, 1912. Nothing Serious HEARD ON THE STREET, LOGIC IN COONTOWN, aoe) First Peddier—You have to a Hoense to sell the frankfurters Second Peddler—Sure. Firat Peddier—And what kind of] a Heense you call it? Second Peddler—I but I guess it is a sort of a dog Heense, VER. It's First Farmer—I see the Hawks are gettin’ a purty pretentious brary, Second Farmer—Yep. One hun- dred and rteen mail order cata don't know, |logues, 44 farm implements and 5 railway folders is enough t’ make any man's ho i WHEN YOU N Rambo sometimes kind o° rman nbo-—What's de mattah now? Rambo—To tell de difierence be- tween a man dat's honest because he wants to be an’ one dat’s honest ‘cause he ain’ had a chances to be nuffin else, ~~ HIS WAY ROUND, qu” ay Tow Hobo--Yes'm, | wunst had a good job managin’ » band laundry, but it sell failed on me Frayed Ferdinand—Don't it make How did it)you tired to watch dem firemen work? Weary Waldo—You, but it's kind y restful to see de hose pla: Helps Some. “Do you believe that music pre vents crime? “To a certain extent" replied Mr. Sianick. “When a man keeps both hands and his breath busy with a cornet you know he can't be picking pockets, attempting boml- cide or slandering his neighbors.” Politician—-You wouldn't your vote, would you? Lady-—-Poor man! Rastue—No, sah;> but if any | bappen to fall? candidate would gib me $2 I'd feel Hobe—She left me an’ went 80 grateful dat I'd vote fo’ him. hase to her folks. SEEN, BUT NOT SAWED. Housekeeper—How is this? You promised to saw some wood if I gave you lunch. Tramp—I recall no such promise, madam. Housekeeper—The idea! I told you I would give you a lunch if saw some wood, and you agreed. Tramp—Pardon me, madam; your exact words were: “I'll give you Housekeeper—Exactly; that's just what I said. Tramp-—-Well, madam, ! saw that wood over there by the gate when I came in.—Savannah News. THE FEMININE WAY. “Oh, Bobbie,” cried little Elsie, “there come the Boy Ceouts. Come! let's hurry where we can see them when they go past.” “Aw, you women are always losin’ your heads when you see a man STRANGE. Diana—tI've had a lovely walk, pa. Father—Did you go by yourself? Diana—Of course, Father—-Then how fs it that you went out with ao umbrella came back with a walking stick?—Minneapolis Jorrnal why? - Small Brother-—Mr. Sammy, are you a baseball player? Sister's Beau—No, Tommy. Small Brother-——Then why did sis tell me you weren't #6 much of a catch’?—Washington Times. seeeeee * * RRR AERA EAE ‘conn a 4 CULINARY STATUS “After another season,” said Farmer Corntossel, “I guess weilthave a chef.” ‘What's a chef?” asked hia wife. “A chef is & man with a big enough vocabulary to give the soup a different name.”—Los Angeles Evening Herald. NOT A STOCK COMPANY A couple of actors met on Pitteburg’s Rialto. “What are you going to do this summer? somewhere in stock?” “Can't get a job in stock,” answered Hamiet Fa’ “Bo i'm going to try to be the comedian with some baseball team.”—Pittsburg Post. THE VACATION TRUNK “The perprietor o' the Beeleysport House has gained 14 pounds since he has been takin’ his meals at th’ depot lunch counter.” sked Yorick Hamm, Modest. “Why don't you take a part in politics ?” “I never take a part in anything,” replied Mr. Dustin Stax, “My rule is all or nothing.”"—Washington Star, RRR * This Year. Maud—Caroline’s new hat is a beauty, I wonder what milliner designed it Beatrix — Milliner, indeed! She bad it done by a landscape gardener.—Harper’s Bazaar, eeeeeeeee Seeeeeeeeee RRR Exctusive. “Is your front porch night “I don't know. Better ask my daughter and her sweetneart. They are the only ones allowed to use {t."—Detrolt Free Press, cool at Poor Evans. Jones—1 heard an awfully Joke the other day Hrown—Would you mind telling it to Evans. You know how I dis ke him.—San Francisco Examiner. good ee es * ® * Inevitable. * * “Do you play any instru * wement, Mr, Jimp?” * * “Yes, I'm a cornetist.” * * = «“And your sister?” * *% “She's a planist,” * * “Does your mother play?” & * “She's a aitheriat.” * * “And your father * * “He's a pessimist.”—Judge, * * * tk KO tO ttt OK tO tok Must Be Abused. Crawford——Do you think he’s hen- “It's no use, my dear. We'd better put the things In the house and] pecked? live in the trunk.” Crabshaw—He never mentioned “ ee ey it, bat I've noticed that the por- MEETING EMERGENCIES traits over his mantelplece are those Senftor Dixon was condemning a piece of political of his wife's folks.—Judge. he thing was as flagrant,” bh , “as the railwa a ‘Two men, one of the ry short, were passing through a station Fiat Attractions, toward the train gates, when the bigger one was heard to say “I've a kitchenette .in my flat. “ ‘I've took a half ticket fur ye, George, Yer so little, ye'll pass, all] What's the feature in your's, right.’ Jones?" “ ‘But,’ protested George, ‘how about my beard? And he twiddled] “A cellarette, And of your's, hia chin beard nervously, * | Smith?" “ ‘Oh,’ rejoined the other, ‘tell ‘em It's a mole.’ "Minneapolis Jpur- “T've got a suffragette in mine,” le* nal, ~ Baltimore American, ped (WHEN A BRAVE AND GENTLE SOLDIER GOE HOME FROM THE WARS TO HIS FOLKS Oliver P. N n Describes a Day He Spent With William Jennings Bryan Out on the Prai ies Since Baltimore—A Continuous Ovation on His Lec- by and followed him to. -the fair gre ia, where he whe tO bifke « Chautauqua speech, He had to struggle through another crowd to get into the grounds and inside the big Chautauqua tent, shaking hands with hundreds on the way The subject of his speech wag The tf Plutocracy,” but when the ring over bis intro BY OLIVE NEWMAN BAC CITY, July 22,.-—With a snort and jerk a dinky, two car passenger rain jolted into jac City at 0 road away into “town,” the broad lowa prairies steam. ing in the July sun—all was as it should be in Middle West town of 3,000 from people, all ex] “THE CHILDREN SEEM TO WANT TO BE CLOSE TO HIM" cept the mss) | drowsy deserted-| was swept aside by the farmers, duction by the chairman had of the Com- down, he was greeted with ert “Tell us about Baltimore’ us how you walloped Murphy Ryan.” “Tell us about Wilson” Bryan complied and for 16 minutes” described his fight for progressive jem in the democratic convention, When Bryan finished his address the Chautauqua had to adjourn for want of audience, for everybody [filed out and followed~-bim; fol }lowed bim back to his botel, back, to the railroad station. I have described a day it Bryan on the Chautauqua cire I selected Sac City, not because | was different from other towns, pits |because it was typical. I tray days with Bryan. Everywhere went it was the same, through chain of small towns tn 4 Minnesota and lowa, it was one” continual chee And bear in mind that there were very few politicians—town and vil- lage politicians—in the foreground of these receptions. They were just men and women who love the man and admire him brave and gentle soldier, And also there were | many children, for wherever Bryan ~ goes the children seem to want to” who took possession moner, shook hands witb him, siap- ped him on the back, held onto his arm, carried his grip and heaped compliments upon him. The crowd beamed at Bryan, and in every utterance was 4 note of towards it. The conductor dropped | deep affection. Bryan shook hands f the front step of the smoker,|with both hands as rapidly as he waved his arm over the crowd and/could, smiled with genuine appre yelled piation, and looked into the honest, He's here—tn the rear car.” beaming faces with eyes suspicious- The town band struck “Dixie,” |ly moist. He replied to all ques the crowd held its breath for an | tions that he could, frequently say- instant, eyes glued to the front|ing: platform of the rear car. Suddenly “Thank you, old fellow. It's the face of William Jennings Bryan | good to hear that, Thank you, but appeared and a yell spilt the hot air|I'm afraid you exaggerate what I like a clap of thunder. aid.” A phonograph set up on the bag-| Behind Bryan's automobile came gage truck would have got some-ja string of other cars—those lowa thing like this during the next five |farmers all seem to have autos— minutes: followed by horses and carriages “There's the old fellow!” and the rest of the crowd on foot. “How are you, BUT” They followed Bryan to the little “How's Murphy?” country town hotel, cheering and “What's the matter with Bryan?” calling out to him all the way. At “Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!” the hotel he again had to struggle ‘We want you In 1916!" through « handshaking crowd on Bryan literally had to force his|the sidewalk and lobby. People way to a waiting automobile, The/came to his room to shake hands official reception committee—head-|with him while he was shaving, od by a former judge, a bank presi-|they stormed him again when be|be up close to him and the more dent who had been a republican |came down into the lobby, they in-| courageous of them try to shake since he was old enough to vote—|terrupted him at his dinner, clus- his hand! ness Instead of being deserted the station, the road, tracks and nearby fields were filled with brawny, red- faced farmer folk, eyes shining and lips smiling, Before the train came to a stop the crowd surged AN IDEAL RRARRRKARARREE MODEL Gillis—Maybe not president, but he will be im the race after the J nomination all right. He keeps the whole place in an uproar, uses it * * * inf The Critic—You've idealized that lunch picture foo much for a dell- * _. Different. *| catessen sign. Why didu’t you have a model? ®. “Whee I was tn Spels mon. & The Artist—My patron supplied me with a model, but, overcome & would sometimes follow m0, #/py temptation, 1 ate it and had to paint the picture from memory — a ~ , # | “You wouldn't find anything manane Chy Eas, : # like that in America.” 4 * “No; in America they say, # A BORN CANDIDATE F con yon “doll --Loulaville #| Willis—I- suppose you think that baby of yours will become pres- ® Courier-Journal. wx | ident some day. * * * + RRR * prccanc scribable language, and can go without sleep for a week.—Brookl) No Distinction. Life. Scott—There goes Doctor Swell- man, Quite a lady-killer, isn't belle ww kek kh eR RRR ARREARS Mott—Oh, he treats the other #ex, | » also.—-Mother's Magazine. * EASY SAILING NOW - nd te Senator Penrose, a! luncheon at the Auditorium in Chi- High Ambition. * cago, told the following story about an office seeker * “We must go to Stratford.” * “I hear you've got a government job now,” one man said to “What's the use? We can buy|* another. x * Stratford posteards in London.” * The other a ered gayly: * “My friend, one travels for some-| ® “That's wha * thing more than to send postcards.) & The first man gave an envious sigh and asked: * I want to write my name on Shakes-| & “Ie it hard work?” * peare’s tomb.”—Louisville Courier-| # “Not after you get it,” was the reply.—Minneapolis Journal. * Journal. * * —_ REREAD Value of Defeat, “There are many valuable lessons to be learned from defeat. “Yes,” replied Senator Sorghum, “but they aren't any use unless you) can teach them to the other fel- ONE FISHERMAN'’S IDEA First Angler—Look, this fish was almost caught before; broken hook in its mouth. Second Angler—It should have had sense enough to steer clear of hooks after that. see the low.”-—Washington Star. First Angler—Oh, come, you can't expect a fish to exhibit more esa sense than a human being.—Boston Evening Transcript. Same Thing. nanan “Yes,” said the great artist, ZANGWILL’S NAME dreamily, “I remember many sleep- Israel Zangwill, the well-known writer, signs himself I. Zangwill. leas nights and many days when | was not sure when or where | was going to eat. “Ie that so?” sald Senator Serg-) hum, with interest. “To which con- vention were you a delegate.” He was once approached at a reception by a fussy old lady, who de manded, “Oh, Mr. Zangwill, what is your Christian name?” Madame, I have none,” he gravely assured her.—Lippincott's. (2 eee ee ee ee Mean Thing “You can't make bricks with- out straw,” sald the Bachelor. ‘Oh, yes, you can,” returned */ the Benedict. “My wife makes *| them out of flour.”—Cincin seeteeeeee nat! Inquirer, Peeeeeeeeee REE EREERERKEHEE Motor Nobility, Mrs, Highupp—Are they society people? Mrs, Blase—Goodness, no, Their car is a June 24, 1934, model, and Medal, London, 1911 everybody else along the street has Largest Sale HIGH.GRADE Tea in World at least a September 1, 1939, model. New York Times, Millions Now Drink Ridgways Golden-Hued Iced Tea made with exactly the same blend of the world’s choicest teas used by Queen Victoria During the Last 45 Years o° Her Reign Costs xlmost nothing and Refreshes, Cools and Temon taste, squeeze the lemcn in the tea, and the Gods—if you alw EXPECTED NO MORE A hungry typhoid convalescent demanded something to eat. The nurse ga him a spoonful of tap- loca, Now,” he said fretfully, “I want to read a little. Bring me a postage stamp.” Satisfies, If you Itke the you have a nectar fit for s use any one of Ridgwags three standard grades (Pee ee eee eee eee * * “HL. M. B."* $1.00 Ib, “*S O'Clock,”* 75e, tb. * = It Doesn't Happen Often. ..% * “This beach looks rather * SEE Beveee lk Sai A * dangepous,” remarked the * In Sealed Alr-Tight Page, * timid bather, “Don't people * All #1 : * get drowned here very often?” * phen ls nati * “No, madam,” replied the * Ceder Trinh Peigt TODAY t * life guard. “No one ever gots * * drowned here more than once.” & * —Judge, * 7 * * ORO TOR IO Schwabacher Bros. & Co., Inc., Distributors» tered around him again in the lo® hermes sre nese Se. SSkeFe5