The Hennessey Clipper. (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 15, No. 34, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 19, 1905 Page: 2 of 8
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LOVE'S LIFE.
uovf, as the planets through all space a re
hurled,
•And we. unseeing. choore this little world.
So I choose th "*.
So i choose thee.
So wakes my heart In song. In gladness
sweet,
And every living thing with Joy I eroet.
For thy dear sake,
For thy dear sake.
To be with thee, my head upon thy breast,
Cure flung aside—to feel the spirit's rest—
Through all life's day,
Through ail life's du>.
fc'or Paradise let others search the spheres
I And It in thine eyes—'midst 8iui.es and
tears—
So I claim thee—
So I claim—thee
fJlla Kllzabeih Kelley, in Boston Tran-
script.
moat terrified her. He utrod* back to
the barn and Dolly, gazing after blm,
read rosentmeut In ev*ry Una of his
figure.
A Bean
Threshing
Idyl!
By BELLE MANIATES
BCIITON GREEN was equal
every occasion unless Dolly Lewis
was present. Then his feet anil hands
assumed huge proportions, his tongue
became tangled and his manner con-
scious—all of which were maddening
to a man who was entirely in love with
a girl, and not assured of reciprocity.
Dolly, dainty and dimpled, was always
friendly and agreeable, but never lent
* helping hand to extricate him from
ftis floundering state of embarrass-
ment.
There Is no saying how things might
or might not have ended had not
Dolly's father sent over to Horkerston
for Walt Symonds to bring his engine
and machine to thrash the beans
which were stocked lip In his barn.
Walt was quite a gay Lothario, and
Min ion's heart fell when be heard that
Walt would be at the Lewis farm all
day Burton had been asked to help,
ho early In the morning he was on
hand. Walt and the engine hail not
arrived. After watching and waiting
ill the morning, Farmer Lewis vouch-
safed the belief that the engine had
broken down on the road somewhere.
Murton hoped it had—and Walt along
wilh it. About noon they heard the
whistle of ihe engine over on the east
road. At two o'clock they saw it
creeping and stopping at intervals on
the cross road leading to the farm.
"Didn't he know any betier than to
bring It oier that hilly, sandy road?"
asked Burton in disgust.
At three o'clock the engine balked
again at the foot of a little rise in the
-o*d, not many rods from the farm
i hey all went out to the scene of the
operations, Dolly sitting sympathetic-
ally on the bank, watching the un-
availing efforts of Walt and his men
Burton had to grudgingly admit thai
there was no nonsense about Wai
when lliere was work to be done. He
pulled and tugged and forced the en-
gine, but lo no purpose.
"We've been working this v.ay all
4ay, he said. "The engine doesn't
*cl right and this road is bum. 1 was
•ever through this way before."
"Haven't you had any dinner?'
asked Dolly, in distress.
"No; we haven't had time to be him
igry. Now, for our last effort!"
He put on all possible steam; the
.•ngine started desperately, tugged a:
he big machine, which was drawn uj.
Jie Incline a few inches, only to slip
Dark again. Burton, who had gone
o Ihe house, now returned with a !ong
bain. He suggested to Walt that thej
incouple the engine and machine and
■onneet them by the chain, which was
fong enough to permit the en^.ne to
■!«ar the top of tile hill, before the
machine began the ascent.
The plan worked as expected, and
the engine, machine anil followers
brought up at the barn
"I always knew Burton wa- >;ood.
Slit I didn't know he was .-o clever,'
thought Dolly, sending an admiring
glance to where he stood. He tow
•'red straight and stalwart above the
others. He caught the look, an.!
straightway became confused and
awkward again. Then In a fia=h, Dol-
Sy's eyes were opened anil she laughed
softly to herself.
"I lo bollfve Burton Is sweet on me' |
T never dreamed of his caring for a
girl."
The more Dolly reflected and looked
at Burton, the stronger became hei
'■onviction thai she was right, and s!.
began to wonder if she didn't care
little bit herself.
"I can see bow a girl might love
him," she meditated. "He is so big
and strong and honest."
The plant of love flourishes wonder-
fully in some kinds of soil. Dolly's
c-ves began to grow softer In expres
fion. Burton Intercepted one of these
new glances, and something gave blm
* sudden hope and courage. He
crossed the barnyard In long slrlde-
co where she stood.
"It was very clever In you to gel
the machine up the hill. Burton," she
said, lifting her brown eyes to his
"I was glad to get ihe machine up.
•jilt I hail just as soon have left the
owner at the foot of the hill—or, most
anywhere," he replied, tersely.
"What, Walt?" she asked, with wide
•3pen eyes. "What have you got
against him?"
"He makes love to every girl he
wees."
Dolly turned her face away to hide
a wicked little smile. Then she said,
quietly;
"He used to He doesn't any more!"
"He doesn't any more! How do you
know? I didn't know that you knew
him "
"I haven't known him long, but be
has atkel father If lie couldn't come
aver here often."
The awful took in Burton's face al
She went to the house and held a
llltle conversation with her sister
Myra. Then the girls both came out
and called to their father. He talked
with them a few minutes and then re-
turned to the barn.
"Say, boys," lie announced. "It's too
late to flnlsh (his job to-night, and
you're all tired out anyway. You can
stay all night and we'll tackle it in the
morning. The girls say they will get
up a dance if you'll s;ay."
"Well! I should say wo would!" ex-
claimed Walt, going toward the house
where Doliy was busy at the telephone.
She had sounded a general call and
was Inviting everyone who responded.
"Oh, Doll!" said Myra, who stood
near the window. "There goes Burton
down the lane. He doesn't understand.
You run and tell him and I'll call up
the rest of the folks."
Dolly flew down tbe lane.
"Burton," she called, in detaining
voice.
He Stopped and waited for her to
overtake liiui. but his voice was stern
and linejmpromislug.
"Aren't you going to stay to the par
ty, Burton?" she asked.
"No," he said, resolutely.
"Oh, why r.ot, Burton?"
"You know I don't dance," he said,
stiffly, as he walked on a few steps.
Then he paused irresolutely and came
back to her.
"You know, too," he said, defiantly,
"that I won't stand hanging around
and seeing you dance with Walt
Symondl, or anyone else for that mat-
ter."
Dolly stood silent for a moment.
Their usual positions were reversed.
He had the whip hand now and she j
was tongue-tied. She did not know
what to say. This was unlike her other
experiences. She turned and went
homeward, and he continued his way,
hating himself. Dolly and everyone,
wishing the engine hail broken down
a mile away and that Walt had never
laid eyes on Tolly.
Meantime Dolly's heart was beating
fast and foolishly. She had admired
Burton when he moved the engine,
and she loved him when he glowered
at her just now
"He isn't like the others." she
thought, shaking her golden-crowned
head. "I mustn't make him too jeal- i
CHICKS FROM EGG SHELLS.
You Can Create Lots of Surprise and
Amusement by Making a Flock
of These Birds.
A well known proverb says that you
cannot cat your cake and have It too. It
is equally true that you cannot eat your
eggs and hatch them too, but you can
eat them in the form of sponge cake and
convert the empty shells lulo very lite-
like chicks or little birds.
The shells need not be blown out. says
the Chicago Inter Ocean, but may be
emptied ea-sily through fairly large holes
at both ends. Plug the hole at the small
end with a lump of putty, dough, or fresh
bread, well squeezed, making the project-
ing part of the lump larger than the hole
and round to represent the head of the
chick. A sharp pointed wooden peg im-
bedded In the soft mass, with the point
outward, form, the bill, and two, beads
or tacks serve for eyes. The tail is a
hunch of feathers glued around the hole
In the large end of the shell, and con-
:<i sum.i, eli;
i'KKX ' ' Ml UXTE
THE POWER OF KINDNESS.
Balky Horse Conquered by a Woman
and Its Driver Taught a
Wholesome Lesson.
An elderly lady tells a story in Our
Dumb Animals that will be very inter-
eating for you boys ami girls to read,
because most of you love auimais and
hate to see them ill-treated.
Says this lady: 'We were going from
A to S. one day. My nephew, a lad of
14, was driving; beside him wa.s a grand-
child, and betore, a pair of favorite
horses. We came round a sharp turn in
the road, and at the foot of a steep hill
found a qnudruped and a biped. The
former was a noble-looking horse, the
latter an unmistakable brute. The
horse was harnessed to a farm wagon,
containing perhaps half a ton; tlu man
was beating him and shouting loud
enough to be luard a mile away. I told
Eddie to stop, and 1 said to the man:
'Please don't whip that horse any more.'
He answered churlishly that he thought
he knew his own business. I thought he
did not, but kept it to myself. 1 kept
talking to him pleasantly, as I wished to
gain time for the panting horse. Alter
a few minutes. 1 said: 'You think, prob-
ably. that women don't know how to
manage a balky horse, but 1 have been
accustomed to ride ami drive ever since
I was 12 years of age If you'll allow
me. 1 would like to try your horse, and
if 1 fail with htm. I will help you up
the hill with my team.' He looked an
noyed, but after a little hesitation said:
All ri^ht. you can try ' 1 stepped fr?m>
my carriage and went at once to hii
horse's head, which 1 loosed from the
vile check. He dropped his head, and,
as if he knew I was his friend, he turned
his fat e toward me for a good look. I
patted him cn tbe neck and face for a
minute, and we scon were on the best
of terms. Soon I mounted the wagon,
and indicated my wish by slightly pull-
ing one rein, and saying: 'Come.' He
started promptly, and went straight up
the hill to the top. when I stopped him!
His owner followed. To his credit be
it said, he removed his hat. helped me
from the wagon, and said: I thank you;
you have taught me a lesson." "
IMS
Said the Right Thing;.
Tess Mr. Hrisk is nice-looking. I
admit, but he never seems to bo able
to say the right thing in the right
place.
Jess Oh, 1 don't know, lie said
the right thing last evening, although
you may not think it was in the right
place.
Tess—What was that?
Jess (displaying her ring)—In our
drawing-room.—Tit-Hits.
Hard Luck.
Smythe - Remember when Chattowas
married last year, how he kicked about
the duplicate wedding presents?
Browne-- Yes.
Smythe—Well, that sort of luck
seems to follow him. Me had a some-
what similar complaint yesterday.
Browne—What was it?
Smythe—Duplicate birthday pres-
ents. That is to say—twins.—Tit-Bits.
When Burton, with bitter thoughts
and despondent face, was finishing his
evening work the young son of one of
farmer I^ewis' tenants eame up to him.
"Halloa. Burton! Here's a note Doll
sent you and she wants n answer."
Burton took it and read with beat-
ing heart:
"Dear Burton: If you will come to
the party ,to night I won't dance with
Walt Symonds or anyone else. I'll sit
out al! the dances v.ith you. You see
how badly I want you to come.
"DOLLY."
He wouldn't let himsolf hope—yet!
"I'll And out if she is fooling me
before 1 go in the house again." he
thought, as he wrote the following re- ,
ply:
"Dear Dolly: Meet me in the cross- :
road where the machine broke down I
want to tell you something before I
come to the party. B. G."
He found her waiting at the place
he had appointed. She was leaning
against a cord of wood that was neatly :
piled by the side of the road.
"Dolly," he began, abruptly, "you
know I love you."
"No, I don't," she replied, hastily.
"What!" he said, sternly.
"Well—I didn't think so until this j
af'ernoon."
"You knew it wh«n you told me Walt j
had asked your father if he could
come to the house?"
"Y-e-s."
"What did you tell me that for° To
show rne there was no hope? And yet
you say you won't dance with him to*
| night?"
'Oh, Burton' He is coming to s^e
Myra She was there at Horkeraton
visiting and he has asked father to
, come and s *e her."
■ "Dolly!" reproachfully. "Why didn't
; you tell me so this afternoon?'
j "I—I don't know."
I "Dolly," imploringly, "do you love
j me?"
| "I—don't know! Wait until I think
i about it ."
j He lifted her suddenly in his arms
and seated her on the woodpile and
stood directly in front of her, her face
thus brought on a level with his.
"No! I'll know now. I've been a
long while getting my courage up to
ask you, Dolly, but I am not going to
be trifled with and kept on the rack as
you have kept the others."
She looked into his strong, deter-
mined face, and a little thrill went
through her, but she wanted to prolong
the situation.
' How can 1 tell, Burton -up here?
Take nie down."
• No," he said, stubbornly
"Can't you help me find out. Bur-
ton," she asked, demurely, with a Igok
tha; sent the blood like wine through
his veins.
For answer he rut his arms about
her and kissed her.
"Now do you know. Dolly?"
All her desire to tease him suddenly
vanished.
"Burton," she whispered, "I know
now. I do love you."—N. O. Times-
Democrat.
Good Place to Die.
A sect in New Jersey is making prep-
arations for the end of the world, which
it thinks is close at hand. For the pur-
poses of this sect New Jersey probably
is as good a jumping off place as any.
cealing it; the legs are match sticks, fas-
tened to the shell with sealing wax.
This is all that is strictly necessary,
but you can pair.t or draw the w ings if
you choose, or cover the whole body with
down or fine wool, fastened on with glue.
For a newly hatched chick no tail is
needed. There should be only cue hole
in the siiell, which should be entirely
covered with soft down.
! So far so good, but your bird or chick
is a lifeless and helpless thing and can-
not even stand up. You can make it very
| much more lifelike and interesting
the following way: Bend one end oi a
short piece of fine wire into a ring, at
right angles to the rest of the wire, and
make a hook on the other end. Now fas-
ten the ring with sealing wax to the un-
der side of the bird just behind the legs
Put a cork, a little block of wood, or
some other small weight in the hook anu
perch birdie on your forefinger, bending
the wire to make him balance perfectly
Now ycu can set him rocking forward
and backward, and he will not fall off
his perch.
You can create a good deal of surprise
and amusement by making a flock of
these little birds and perching them on
the trees, the potted palms, and the rub-
ber plant, so that the weights are hid
d^n by the leaves, or by setting a row J)f
them sw inging on the edge of an upright
card, with the weights hanging behind
unseen If your birds are chicks, they
will look all the funnier in such posi-
tions for chickens, as you know, do not
"roost" until they have good sized tails
and wings.
FOR THE PHILATELIST.
Reproduction of Stamps Issued to
Commemorate the Servian
Coronation.
Young stamp collectors will be inter-
j ested in the new issue of stamps of the
Servian monarchy commemorating the
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TIIE OXK DINAH.
recent coronation of King Peter, even
though they will not be able to secure
specimens. The reproductions given
herewith are enlarged. The stamps of
the five lower denominations com-
Aocordlng to the latest official statis
tics the numbers of the aei' s in Hol-
land aie almoat equal, womra having
a preponderance of only one per cent
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TI IK TKN I 'A HAS.
memorate the coronation of King Peter,
while those of 5. 10, 15, 2fi and 50 paras
bear portraits of the king and his grand-
father, Karageorge. The three and five
dinars, the highest values, are identical
in design with the one dinar
A PARTY TRICK.
Easy Way in Which You Can Trap'
Your Boastful and Rash
Acquaintances.
I Here Is a very simple way to quell a
| boaster or anyone who is "showing off,"
I as some youngsters are prone to do
| when a party of several are together,
j -ays the Chicago Inter Ocean.
You start the thing going by declaring
that you do not believe any of those
present can lift a giass full of water and
carry it five feet in five seconds without
spilling most of it. Of course several
will at once claim the ability to perform
WITHDRAWING THE PAPER.
the feat, and the time for your trick hu
come.
Fill a tumbler with water and com-
pletely cover the top with a stout sheet
of writing paper. By pressing the paper
firmly against the top of the glass you
may safely turn the whole thing "up-
side down," or invert it. Rest it on
table, and the top of the table will press
the paper so firmly against the edges
of the glass that not a drop of watei
will come out.
Now you carefully withdraw the pa-
p< r, as shown in the picture, and the
water is still kept in the glass, this time
by the table top alone. When anyone
iries to lift the glass the water will at
once come out and you have made good
your statement at the expense of all
those who claimed the ability to lift the
glass.
His Scheme.
"1 give yer two black eyes an' a
punch in the jaw," boasted the tough,
"Got enough?"
"No, give me a few more punches,"
said ihe man on the ground.
"What! More knocks? Are you
crazy?"
"No, but if I look just a little bit
worse people will think I've been play-
ing football."—Chicago News.
They're All Alike.
Advanced Woman—Women are not
all Irivoious, as you men appear to
think. See this Intellectual looking
woman who Is coming, look at her high
forehead and thoughtful features. I
will guarantee that she is discussing
political economy, or else some of the
complex afTairs of state. Now, keep
quiet and listen as she passes us.
Intellectual Looking Woman (with
sparkling eye)—Yes, deur, it was cut
bias and trimmed wilh chiffon and se-
quins.—Ally Sloper.
WANTED TO KNOW AT,L ABOUT IT
' .■ -T" *
IN THE STONE AGE.
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Long Feather—How did Klint. Rocks
get. such a swell residence?
Stone Bruise—Oh, he was once post-
master, and he used the uncalled-for
mail to build it with.—Chicago Daily
News.
Gardener—This here
plant in full flower.
Lady—How very interesting!
how long will it be before the
are ripe?—Illustrated Hits.
And
cigars
Another Pair of Ifs.
Life on earth would surely he
One long and peaceful dream
if women were as good as they look,
And men us good as they seem.
—Cincinnati Enquirer.
A DOG'S WISDOM.
Story of How Nero Obeyed His Mas
ter at the Sacrifice of
a Shirt.
Stories of dogs are so plentiful tha
one more or less doesn't st em to mak>.
much difference, and yet the cumulatlv'
evidence of canine reasoning power is
piling up high.
Nero was a St. Bernard owned by a
man in Virginia Oe day while in the
yard cleaning his gun the master told
Nero to go in the house and bring him
rag Nero bounded off, and was ob-
served by a woman to be searching for
something. Interested In his motions,
she watched him. Alter looking every-
where in the room he went to the closet,
and finding on the tioor tils master's
shirt, sniffed at it. took it up. hesitated
moment, then evidently satisfied that
was not "a rag," laid it down and
went back empty-mouthed. His mas-
er reproved him sharply and said:
(Jo now and bring me a rag!"
Turning slowly, the puzzled dog went
iuto the house again, still watched by
woman who hail heard the order.
He went to the closet, picked up the
shirt In his mouth and started to go out,
hen evidently reasoning that a whole
garment could not properly be called
a rag," he placed his foot on the pof
lion that trailed on the lloor and delib-
rately tore out a piece, with which ho
returned triumphantly to tils master.—
Chicago Kecord-Herald.
Unconquerable.
ninn may stop a foaming horse that's
tearing down the street,
May stop an enemy's advance amid the
battle's h'-at;
In fact, stop almost anything in situations
trying;
But not a single i
crying.
-Tit-Bits.
lan alive can stop a baby
A Cruel Jest.
At the theater. Youngster—Wha-.
beautiful heads of hair these irdies in
front have!
Oldster—If the lady whose switch
has dropped off—
All six of the ladies bring their
hands to the back of their heads spas-
modically, and Oldster grins and
chuckles as though he had done a
bright thing.—Tit-Bits.
Valuable Book.
She—What book does a young man
need most when he first goes to col-
lege?
He—Depends upon his weight.
"I don't understand you."
"Well, if he's heavy enough to get on
the football team, the book he'll need
most is "First Aid to the Injured.' "—
\ onkers Statesman.
Feeding Mind and Body.
A boy in a certain school had been
late both morning and afternoon for
three successive days. When asked the
reason, he replied that he had taken
time to eat all he wanted for breakfast
and dinner.
"You are more successful in getting
food than knowledge, I fancy," said the
teacher.
"Yes," replied the boy, "for I feeds
myself and you teaches me."—Tit-Bits.
Gossip of the Higher Circles.
"Venus is flirting with Mars
And Mercury's gone on a lark.
But I guess it's no business of mine,"
Said the moon. "I'dletter keep dark."
—Chicago Tribune.
POOR PAPA.
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Hud Heard of It.
Young Professor (who has taken her
down lo dinner)—By ihe way, Mlsa
llaswell, have you ever seen the nebula
of Andromeda?
Miss Gaswell - No; I was abroad with
papa and mamma when that was
played. But I've heard that it drew
crowded houses. —Chicago Tribune.
Words, Mere Words.
"Did you ever hear words pass be-
tween them?"
"No, your lumor; but I saw words
pass lietween them."
"Explain yourself."
"1 saw him knock her down with a
dictionary."—Houston Post.
As to Freedom's Air.
sir. even the air of freedom,
"Yes,
abused, can become too rarified for our
unworthy lungs."
'You talk liKe a man who has
c'.irabwt one those crags In Switzer-
land,"- Chicago Journal.
Cora—Our amateur tableaux were
lovely. We made $7." .GO.
( arlton You must ha m had a largo
audience.
Cera—No. We only took in CO cei>ts
at the door, but papa gave us the $75
for not repeating them.—St. Paul Pio-
neer Press.
Cruel.
"Jack admires my complexion," said
the girl with the burnt-orange feather.
"Said it reminded him of rare old
china."
"And 1 agree with liim," replied the
girl in brown.
"Because it i^ so clear?"
"No; because it is enameled."—Chi-
cago News.
Tins High This Year.
Wife—My dear, I want $4*10 for pin
money.
Husband—Humph! Pins must be
high tills year.
Wife—Yes. Diamond pins are —N Y
Weekly.
Soulful Yearnings.
"Do you not sometimes have soulful
yearnings which you long to convey in
words, but cannot?" asked the senti-
mental girl.
"Yes, indeed," replied the young
man. "I was once dreadfully anxious
to send home for money, but I didn't
have the price of a telegram."—Tit-
Hi ts.
When.
First Bohemian—U your Trlend Grey,
son a popular writer?
Second Bohemian—Oh, yes; when ho
has any money to suenU.- (.lasseU's.
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