The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 26, 1912, Page 4

EATTLE STAR _ The breeze rustles through the trees, and the golden, Brown and red leaves come floating down to earth Night begins to don her sable mantle earlier, the birds will soon Wing their way to the south, and glorious summer will pay her lingering farewell, ! It is a very glorious thing, this summer of ours, Even the filth, the ugliness and the sordidness of our cities cannot altogether rob summer of its beauty. From even the mean- est street one can raise one’s eyes to the glorious blue of the infinite sky and review the majestic procession of fleecy clouds; the sun gilds with its rays the ugliest building and imparts to it something of its own splendor, and velvet night conceals the ravages of man as it reveals in its blazing stars the ma- jesty of God. There are few of us who do not feel some regret at the passing of summer, and yet, to the man who loves nature, fall is one of the most beautiful and wonderful sea- sons of the year. Let us forget our troubles, forget for a little the bitter @truggle of life, all the heartlessness, the inhumanity, the sel- fishness, the greed, all those vices of men that endlessly war against beauty, and go out and commune with nature, Let us muse for a while on the serenity with which the mighty mother moves about her eternal purposes. In these days nature is preparing for the marvelous changes of winter, She is stripping the trees and the shrubs of their foliage as the first step in the great transformation. Come out to the parks and watch her work. How trivial and commonplace seem the labors of the greatest of human artists, compared with this master of masters, Look at the colors on those leaves—that brilliant yellow, this rich crimson, all those wonderful browns, blending so marvelously with that beauti- ful green background. Then look upward; look at the sky where the sun is setting behind the majestic Olympic moun tains. What a riot of color, and each tint with a message, each glow with a tale of the coming change Slowly nature moves onward to the fulfillment of her unalterable purpose. Fate of the Has Beens | Supt. Graves, of the King Home for Old Men, says that} only one man in 10,000 is self-supporting at 70 years of age; that there are now 1,125,000 former wage earners, 65 or more ears old, dependent upon charity, and that, in these days of high efficiency tests, industrial old age has smitten many who are fit to work. Under our present wage system and our other economic arrangements, the struggle against penniless old age is well _migh hopeless in millions of cases. It is true, too, that in this €ra, when one’s efficiency must measure from 70 to 80 per cent of perfect service, the age of enforced retirement is lowering But the people are already working on at least two propo- sitions for amelioration of this evil condition. One of these is the proposition for a minimum wage. The other is for con ~servation of the physical ability which remains after the age of 65 years or more. The life-long wage earner is going to get a larger propor- tion of what he produces and the back to the soil movement really means much for the fellow who has been crowded out by the higher efficient, for there is hardly any age limit to the Profitableness of the man of the farm or garden. Multitudes of men want to get away from the wage earning grind, but they haven't the capital. Both the democratic and Moose platforms, in their rural credits planks, say they shall have it. would eat of ice cream. | a she would scre shed order another Ai GO TO THE ball game today and forget your troubles. KING JAKEY THE FURTH says there's nothing to it, and what the kink says usually goes. ANYHOW Jakey Furth had to dig up a penny last night for 8 Star in order to read about his own case. Jakey should follow the example of some 43,000 other citizens and subscribe for The Star regularly. WE ARE never frightened when things rest with the peo- le. The Star doesn’t view with alarm the recall of Cotterill for instance, simply because The Star believes in tne people and whatever the people decide suits The Star, Smeets. THE prime movers behind the ridiculous attempt to start a recall on Cotterill have succeeded in keeping under cover thus far but every one of the gangsters will be exposed before long and it will be found that they are the same persons who have time after time brought disgrace and shame upon Seattle. ——. — oa AN EMBARRASSING QUESTION ator Borah was talking at a dinner ‘ Fassing question that had beon asked at ct ayaay Saeed ai “The question,” he said, “was like little Willie's query. A young man was spending the week end at little Willie’s cottage at Atlantic City, and on Sunday evening, after dinner, there being a scarcity of chairs on the piazza, the young man took Willie on his lap. “During a pause in the cor it Dis tan and sists mversation little Willie looked up at the “‘Am I as heavy as sister Mabel?’"—Denver Times. FEEL SHAKY, BILIOUS, HEADACHY, Bick headaches! Always trace them to lazy liver, delayed, fer- menting food in the bowels or a ick stomach. Poisonous, consti- pated matter, gases and bile gener- ated in the bowels, instead of being carried out of the system, is reab- sorbed into the blood, When this Poison reaches the delicate brain tissue it causes congestion and that dull, sickening headache, rets remove the cause by stimulating the liver, making the bile and constipation poison move CANDY CATHARTIC on and out of the bowels. The ef- fect Is almost instantaneous, Ladies whose sensitive organisms are espe- clally prone to sick headaches, need not suffer, for they can be quickly cured by Cascarets. One taken to- night will straighten you out by morning—a 10-cent box will keep your head clear, stomach sweet, liver and bowels regular and make you feel bright and cheerful for months. Children need Casearets, too—they love them because they taste good and never gripe or sicken, 10 CENT BOXES-ANY DRUG STORE + ALSO 25 & 50 CENT BOXES WORK WHILE YOU SLEEP Mise Dillpickles Busies Herself With Finding a Central American Gen- tleman for Whom an Unknown Dameel Yearna in Sunny Mirimba, BY FRED SCHAEFER | He was in a Spanish restaurant eating fried green peppers in a sad and pensive manner, IV. green. He quickly recovered him Success is about to reach out) self, however, and walked on and crown my efforts, ewinging his bamboo cane as if 1 am dead certain | have found |he'd made up bis mind that it was Mr. Garvanza X. del Pistachio To-| merely the heat and that he hadn't males, There fan't one chance in| really seen it ten thousand that | am in wrong. | "Tie het” Won't I feel proud when I can) The het" say to that darkeyed senorita in| I walked on a piece, real careless far-off Mirimba that I have found |jand then | turned. Then I trailed the missing gentleman for whom|him. Old Sleuth nor any of bis she advertised in the American |interesting famiiy could aave trefl- newapapers. od him better. I saw him go into It's all due to my clever scheme |a door, and tien I sketed up close. of wearing @ little Mirimba fiag|+.e was in a Spay restaurant pinned to my waist and watching |eating fried green peppers in a to see if the sight of it brought) ead and pensive manner, pining, no moisture to the eye of any passer-| doubt, for the fair one in Mirimba by on the street Also I heard the proprietor address Today 4 swarthy gent in a Pan-|him familiarly as “my dear Gar ama hat and other makeup sug-j|vanza.” There are lodgings over jeating the tropics noticed the |the restaurant, and that is where flag. It didn't bring motsture to/he must live. his eye, but it nearly turned bim (Continued) <= Es DEAR ME, NO ra “There's a candidate In the front yard, mum, who wants to kiss the by.” “Tell him there is no baby, and, Susan——” “Yes, me lady.” "a — you dare let the horrid creature kiss Fido.”—Milwaukee Sen- nel. I said to ee WASTED HIS TIME “How is your boy getting along since he graduated?” inquired the Wood street man. The Smithfield street man sighed. “Poorly,” said he. “That boy was too frivolous at college “Wouldn't study, eb?" Didn't go in for the right things baseball. Post, Went in for rowing instead of What chance has he to get on a fat salary roll?’—Pitteburg ALWAYS A DEMOCRAT During @ republican campaign speech an orator became quite ex- terrupted the si “And why, orator. “My father was a democrat, as was his father before him,” regi! the farm: “Well, now,” asked the orator, “suppose your father was a fool an your grandfather was a fool, what, under your line of argument, woul you be?” “I'd be a republican,” drawied the farmer—-Ladies’ Home Journal, a] f, are you a democrat, may | ask?” thundered th LWA neve. THE qhe Tama as IT MAS A TENDENCY To DA € IN THE GRAVY AND. THE + GRANY CAN 0 From THE NECKTIE “BY PLACING IT 16 THE MOUTH AND JeRnineg, IT OUT AGAIN Wim A RE~ SOUNDING SMACK ML PICKLES SHOULO weven, GE EATEN WiTH A SPOON, i oe fooren WAY Tm EAT 1 PKRLES, 1S qe 5 TAG Thersin THe wn A HAT Piet ANQ SLOWLY INHALE Man From COLUMBOS NAMED COLE, & A TURKISH CKARETTE Once cunseoue A Tere WS CAM ALSO PHONE. ou TO cHeese, ieee WHEN HE GOT To Tue Tor po HANDS SHOULD NEVEIZ 7 WASHED I THE ICED TEA OR WIPED ON THe TABLE CLOTH. SOME KIDS Do THIS GUT UIT 1S A HAGrT NOT TO BE FOSTERED He EYCLAimeD: ° 1 muST slop NOT A BIPLAHE IN slant, PON MY Sou. C ) PICKLE_BUSH. GR EAT BIG SCAR {REAR across HE LEAPED Into Ths Race “THE PEOPLE LOOKED suR~ ISED TO 5) THAT Boxcar ON ee x IE HITA HOMER O€R The ; NCE “THE BLEAMERS WILD DID « OH, S6e HIM CHa: ny CHASE AROUN! WE KNEW HE'D Swar The uyf* Sette HERE ARE you Goin: ty My PRETTY MaiD ‘1 Jo THE THIRD NTILEMANLY E PASS "Th fe me 2 UeH The myself, | How Blow “fehold the ruins of Pompeii.” “Hoen this way long: “Some eighteen hundred years.” “Hah! We had San Frahelsco [rebullt In less than six months.” St. Louls Times, And He's riappy. ‘Yes, my friend, I wa yout to marry the countess when I sudden- ly learned that she sepnt more than $12,000 a year on her dréne mak hen what did you do?” “Married the dressmaker, Call's Magazine Best Man Won, Mra. Koage-—-You may not know it, but I refused Hilly Bates, who stood up with you when we were married Mr. Knage--Well, the won —Kansas City Star, eee best man The Acme of Knowledge. “My husband ts really a re markable man.” In what way?” He is so intelligent. He even knows the megning of the Hines on a weather map.” Chicago Record-serald. Seeereeeeeee Seeeeeeeeeet ARKH He Must Have Had. Yes, we had a splendid t summer, Four of us Vase took @ tramp through the Adirondack ‘mountains He-—Did the tramp have a good time?—MeCalls Magazine. She Enough to Kill It. “Oh, papa!” exclaimed the lyoung girl, “that pretty plant I jhad sitting on the piano is dead.” | “Weill, I don't wonder,” was all the father said.—Yonkers States ry A Telephone impertinence. Irritable Man (at the other end lot phone)—fiello! hetlot what’ the matter with you? Are you Angry Spinister (at this ead)— No; Tm not; who said | was, I'm only 33.8. Low Globe- Demo- erat. 4 > Faro) : Qquayee “We are privately informed by th’ editer of th’ Becieysport Week- asporated at the remarks of an old farmer, who kept insisting, as he ing iy Whang that lees an’ lees poetry , that he was a democrat. 4 lie contributed to hie columns. This, be believes, points in clarion tones to 4 dangeros unrest among th’ masses. Perhaps She Didn't Know Him. “Do you mean to say that you + flirted with your wife au the even ling at the masked ball and didn't know hert “That's right. But she was so deuced reeapie—oow was I to know her?’—Tiv-nits, Mra. Hardin—Can you lend me a cup of sugar, an egg, @ plece of butter and a—— Mrs. Tosty—Yes, and it’s too bad you can’t take home some of our gas to cook things with.—Kansas City Star. REREHER HERR EH EEE * ® Driven to It. * Widow—Did you & * * Young % cave any trouble getting Jack * * to propose? * * Girl Friend—-No, dear; I * told him you were after aim. ® * * —Boston Evening Transcript. * Doubtful. Spurgeon was once asked if the man who learned to play a cornet on Sunday would go to heaven. The great preacher's reply was characteristic. Said “T don't see why he should not, but"—after &@ pause—"I doubt whether the man next door will.”-~Tit-Bite. SKEPTICAL “T say, Bildad,” sald Hicks, “ean you change a $20 bill for me?” “Great Scott, Hickay,” said Bil- dad. “Is there another counterfeit in cireulation?"—-Harper's Weekly. Report of the Iinaneial Condition f the Tolt State Bank Located at Tolt, State of Washing- ton, at the close of business on Sep- tember 4, 1912 RESOURCES, Loans and discounts $51,419.22 Bonds, warrants and o' securities Bullding, furn it ure t fixtures see 2,707.47 Due from b . 8,288.04 Checks and 40.46 Sash on 2,988.81 Total....... P 46,944 Liawitirriss’ * Bd Capital stock... «$10,000.00 Bess + 1,004.80 889.59 82,949.71 1,000.00 paits ; rifled check Total.... Stato of King, oe. 1, 8. D, MeTihargey, cashier of the above named . do solemnly ppwear that the £ going statement str o the best of my Knowle¢ te sre fo, my knowledge 8. 45,344.10 Washington, ‘Gounty ‘of Cashior., » before me ay of Be prem’ 1912. LESTOR BOY 3 Notary 9. Correct Attest: 1, G, MAGNOCHE, ». B. COMBS, Direotora, SHEPHERD TELLS ABOUT THE TREME Perr.) (eee eee SOME FACTS ABOUT ROSE PITONOF She ts 17 years old. She is able to float on the wat without any mov it of hands or foot, for hours at a time Physicians who have exam ined her say that this is be cause he is covered with half an inch of fat all over the body She has swam for over an hour in water that was at a temperature of 30 degrees, containing ice Her heart beats at the rate of 56 4 minut., and physicians way it is twice as strong a8 the heart of the average man or woman, SSSSSS SPSS SESS SS eee eee se SSS SSeS eee eee ee eeeeeese ea eed (Staff Correspondence) BY WILLIAM G. SHEPHERD DOVER, ngland, Bept, 26.—1 came here to ¢ Rose Pitonof, the IT-yearold Boston girl, attempt to swim the English Channel. Owing to the weather, @ prevented from making the effort From all | could hear of channel swimming from the mers about Dove * of whom have made tries at the channel an nually for many years, Rowe Pitonof would have been the most remark able woman on the f of the planet if she had succes wine ming from England to France hours, without a stop, is enough to Perhaps there ix no more exper-|rob any man of his senses. I've fenced swimmer in the English |eeen scores of strong men go into Channel district than Peter Weid- | the channel bright, happy and hope- man, and I got him to tell me some-|ful ane be dragged into a boat, ten , wae pert swim — trust. It took a crew of 1% men to }attend bim across the channe’ | Strong as he was, he vom'ted time after time and lost his reason. “The task of ewimming for 22 thing about the feat hours later, vomiting, sick, weak There has always been some|and demented. doubt,” he anid, “as to whether Cap | It's only 24 miles across the tain Webb swam the channel or|channel to France, But to make whether he was washed ashore | this distance you bave to swim over senseless by the tides. Burgess, 60 miles. however, did swim across the chan Four tides pass through the nel lawt y for | accompanied |channel every 24 hours, A chan- him and swam the first five miles |nel swimmer always starts out on and the last four miles with him. [a tide, which carries him down the “VE ATTEMPTED THE CHAN-| channel toward the south. For six |hours he must go with this tide. torns to the for NEL MYSELF THIRTY TIMES born here in Dover, and) Then, when the tide Webb taught me swim-'north, be most go northward ming when | was a tiny lad. Some (six hours of the things I've seen, when swim-| “Thus, at the end of 12 hours of mers have tried the channel, have |«wimming, he is but little more been awful ithan half way across the channel “Burgess tried the channel 28 and directly opposite the point from times during seven years before he| which he started. Then the tide finally succeeded. He did the chan-/|sets in to the south again, and if THAT LITTLE ROSE PITONOF WANTS TO ACCO NDOUS TASK © ROSE PITONOF help him for the tide will hours. bs At the end of 18 hours tide will carry him French const, and if be hang the power left to swim four or hours more he will land Swimming the English Chane fen't just a plain re ming. It's @ matter of to im continuously it necessary and of hold food on your + though you become often happens. é ¥ ¥ nel much as Perry did the North|by this time he hasn't reached the | pole; he kept picking up expert-| Varn sands be bad better climb into ence, studying the surroundings | boat, for the tide will carry him and bullding up an organization of toward the English shore. If he men, every one of whom he could | has passed the Varn, however, the ee oe ws : PAUL REVERE DIDN’T HAVE NOTHIN’ ON OUR SAM, DEMON MOTORCYCLIST cena = preren: — Postmaster Russell yesterday assigned Samuel E. Milligan, an ex- pert motorcyclist of the local postoffice force, to make the night collec tion of matis in all the paved districts, Milligan made the rounds last night, but he had to go some, He ts the only speeder the Seattle police can't touch. Listen, my children, and you shall hear~ Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere? Ah, no! But the ride of Samuel Milligan, Who did it last night and says that he will again. ‘Twas midnight when, darting from Union and Third, Sam sped through the dark with the speed of a bird On a new motorcycle. Says the postmaster: “Git!” And Sam pulled a lever, and, lickety-split! Away went our hero with a pop and a clatter To gather up letters and second-class matter, ‘That we folks had written for Uncle Sam's mails To back-East relations and husbands to jails, “By special permission,” says Postmaster Russell, “We may gather up letters in a heluva hustle.” If he didn’t say that, it's about what he meant, If we misquote his words, we give their intent, “T've made,” he continued, “a happy arrangement, Whereby you're permitted to burn up the pavement; To joy-ride up hille and scorch it down dales, In gathering speedily Uncle Sam's mails.” Sam's nerve it was steady; Sam's face it was grim; As he turned on the juice and shot forth through the glim, He scorched up the hills; he scorched on the level; He scorched like the dickens, the deuce and the devil. He drove his machine with a dynamic force, And he gathered the mail a matter of course; And the night it was old when Sam started back, With a sack full of letters and a crick in his back. “In the name of the law,” cried a blue-coated cop, “You're pinched!” Bat Sam laughed and of course didn’t stop; As he sped on his way, the cop, looking after, Choked with rage at the sound of Sam's mocking laughter. Now, Paul rode a horse that was strong, young and skittish, To rouse sleeping Yankees and wallop the British; But Sam rode a bike through the perilous night— And which do you think was the more stirring sight? The letters collected by Sam in his flight, Were well on their way before morning light; So when you next write, tell the wonderful tale, To back-Kast relations and husbands in jail! LOOKED THAT WAY When Thomas P. Gore, the blind United States senator from Okla- homa, was in I napolis to attend the Marshall notification cere- monies, he told ory to illustrate a political point he had made. “Old Abe was a negro in Arkansas who had never seen an automo bile until he went to the city one day and was nearly struck by a ma- chine as it went speeding down the street at about 80 miles an hour, The old man jumped to the sidewalk and gazed open-mouthed after the car, “Poh de good Lawd!’ ejaculated Uncle Abe, ‘dat man's hosses mus’ a been goin’ some when dey bruk ‘way from dat kerridge.’ "—In- dianapolis News, HIS FAVORITE GOWN A certain matron alludes to a certain gown of hers as a “quarrel dress Iways wear it,” she explains, “when | have had a quarrel! with my husband.” “But why do you call it a quarrel! dress?” “Because it is the only gown | have that doesn't button in the back, Consequently | don’t have to call on the old grouch to help me."—Louidg- ville Courier-Journal, PUTING ON 'AIRS Mrs, Jenkins was standing before the mirror, arranging her thin hair when her bald-headed husband entered the room. “Say, Em'ly,” he began, “why don't you do your hair the way you used to?” re “Why don’t you?” retorted Mrs. Jenkins. New York American, STILL A CHANCE Young Lawyer—1I haven't lost a case yet. Friend—Ohb, well, you'll get a client some day.—Life. \lish Channel, I don’t Gin a man alive today who's ir chance of swimming less a woman. From all I've of + thongs THE ETERNAL LIFE “The elm tives for two years, the linden for three oak lives for tive “And the chestnut,” the other half of the forever."—Loulsville na TURKEY TROTTER BREAKS HER NEW YORK, Sept Helen Paulson broke dancing the turkey trot, ing a friend the movement she put & 17-year-old ankle through & ten plank fn the front = 1 Sen ein MAKERS:'B00! To The Wants Hotel bet or: ye: an per stores and theatres, SEATTLE Phone Main 4% Tontaht, All We Matinees Thursday Outna Marton Bn. “THe GIRL FROM OU & Bargain Matinee Evening Prices—26c, 600, Jack Wilson & Compan? Ey “A 1912 REVIEW" | Mary Quive and Paul Me “ces The PANTAGES | Unequaled Vaudeville ude