The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 19, No. 37, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 28, 1909 Page: 2 of 8
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C. H. Miller, Pub.
The development of types of light
horses has been notable In the United
States, but, accordilng to a bulletin re-
cently issued by the department of ag-
riculture, with a single exception the
draft-horses have been foreign strains
transplanted. Of the light horses, the
Narragansett pacer was a famous type
in colonial days. l.ater came the Mor-
gan, the standard bred and the saddle-
horse. The specialization of these
types has been a national business
and, In spite of importations from
abroad, the native stock has developed
and held Its own. Of draft-horses, on
ths other hand, the only native type
was the Conestoga, a breed that has
now become completely extinct, and
has left no discernible traces on the
native stock. For heavy work, there-
fore, Americans must depend entirely
upon the imported Perclierons, Clydes-
dayes and 'Shires. The national traits
which have resulted in these condi-
tions are evidently somewhat different
from what has been supposed; for the
speed mania is what ha* caused the
light types of horse to be developed
and the heavy ones to be neglected.
American breeders have sacrificed
other qualities, which, in the opinion
of the department of agriculture, aro
more Important, in order to lower track
records by a second or two. In the
minds of most parsons, Virginia, Ken-
tucky and other parts of the south are
most commonly associated with the
pedigrees and development of the
finest types of horses. To all who hold
that opinion It will be instructive to
trace, through the pages of the bulle-
tin, the number of great strains of rac-
ing, carriage and saddle blood which,
although commonly associated with
the south, in reality go directly back
to New England.
Nothing from Nothing Leaves Nothing.
Recently a man wrote to the New
York Times saying that he was a little
over 50 years of age, and having
worked all of his life to acquire enough
money to make hiim Independent, and
having succeeded, he had retired, and
was now trying to make himself happy
with nothing to do. He passed five
hours a day iu reading, three hours in
exercise and eating, which left him
eight hours, which he found it hard to
dispose of. His letter was In the na-
ture of a lament. His bubble had burst.
What he had dreamed of being able to
do all his life had come true, and was
an empty vanity. Foolish man! ex-
claims Life. The independence that
money brings with it is the least of all
our independencies. And where it en-
ables a man to Improve himself, it al-
most Invariably leads to his deteriora-
tion. To criticize one's creator Is sure-
ly In bad taste; perhaps It should
rather be said in his praise therefore,
that he has provided nothing better
for us In the way of permanent satis-
faction than being compelled to work
for a living.
"Good Land of Love!" Says I. "Them Ain't Clams—They're Quahaugs."
^ By Joseph C. Lincoln
Author of 'Cap'n Cri* "Partners of (he Tide'
_ Coprmcttr /so 7 A J bannci ess Cohpany
t t t
Z I I Illustrations in T.D.Melvili. .—^
Several improvements are likely In
the post office If the plnns of experts
are adopted. The postal committee of
congress, appointed two years ago, will
recommend that a permanent director
of posts, with seven assistants, be pro-
vided for, and that the four offices of
assistant postmaster general be abol-
ished. Postmaster General Meyer is
urging postal savings banks and rural
parcels post, and his probable succes-
sor, Mr. Hitchcock, favors these im-
provements. The parcels post will
probably be profitable to the depart-
ment, besides conferring benefit on the
public. The deficit this year is the lar-
gest ever reported—nearly $17,000,000
—and although the post office is not in-
tended to make money, any effort to
put it on a paying basis should meet
with favor in congress.
Talk aB they will about fashion, the
men are as subservient to its decrees
as women. There was a time when
most men wore beards; Indeed, at one
time It was regarded as wicked to
shave. Yet of 24 governors elected last
November, Gov. Hughes of New York
is the only one who does not shave
some part of his face, and nine of the
new governors are clean-shaven. A few
years ago, says the Youth's Compan-
ion, every mother's son in any photo-
graph of a group of college Btudents
had his hair parted In the mlddlo and
plastered flat above the ears. Nowa-
days It Is the fashion to part the hair
way down on ono Bide. Twenty-five
years ago college seniors woro beards
or whiskers. Theodore Roosevelt woro
"burnsldi b" when he was in Ilurvard.
In France archaeologists have dis-
covered the boneB of men who, they
think, died 173,000 years ago, and
workmen tunneling at Toronto havo
found human footprints in iuterglaclal
clay deposited from 50,000 to 100,0t)0
years ago. And yet a woman will
sometimes tell her husband that tlio
hat he gave her the money to buy only
two Bliort years ago Is old.
If we could see ourselves as others
sej us, it would Just about put the
looking-glass people out of business.
Mr. Solomon Pratt besan comical nar-
ration of story, introducing well-to-do
Nathan Scudder of lil town, and Edward
Van lirunt and Martin Hartley, two rich
New Yorkers seeking rest. Because of
latter pair's lavish expenditure of money,
Pratt's first Impression was connected
with lunatics. The arrival of James
Hopper. Van Brunt's valet, pave Pratt
tliu desired Information about tile New-
Yorkers They wished to live what they
termed "The Natural Life." Van Brunt,
It wss learned, was the successful suitor
| for the hand of Miss Awnes Page, who
gave Hartley up. "The 1 leiivenlles" hear
a loriK story of the domestic woes of
Mrs. Hannah Jane Punts, their cooli and
maid of all work. Decide to let her go
und engage Sol. Pratt as chef. Twills
agree to leave Nate Seudder's abode and
begin unavailing search for another
domicile Adventure at Fourth of July
celebration at Eastwich. Hartley rescued
a boy, known as "Reddy," from under a
horse's feet and the urchin proved to be
one of Miss Page's charges, whom she
had taken to the country for an outing.
Miss Page and Hartley were separated
during a tierce storm, which followed the
picnic. Out sailing later. Van Brunt.
Pratt and Hopper were wrecked in a
•quail. Pratt landed safely and a search
for the other two reveal,-.1 an Island upon
which they were found. Van Brunt rent-
ed It from Scudder and called It Ozone
Island Thev lived on the Island and
Owner Scudder brought ridiculous pres-
ents, as a token of gratitude.
"What In the nation?" says I.
"Hello, Sol," says he. "Where's the
"Turned In," says I. "What's up?"
He seemed real disappointed. Set
the bundles down on the kitchen table
and puffed. That sand is hard walk-
ing. and nobody knows it better than
"Turned in so early, have they?" ho
says. "That's too bad. I wanted to
"Want me to roust 'em out?" I
"No, I guess not. But they're nice
folks as ever I see and I've fetched 'em
a few presents."
I flopped into a chair. I was getting
used to surprises, but Nate's giving
anybody a present was the biggest
wonder yet. 1 figured that lunacy was
catching and we was all going crazy
"Yes," says he. "Me and Huldy
Ann's been talking It over. They've
hired this house and—and—all the
rest of it and we want 'em to like it.
Don't want 'em to get tired and leave,
I see all right. When the melon's
getting ripe that's the time to
"Yes," he says. "I like them young
fellers well's anybody I ever see, and
j so does Huldy. We got to thinking of
'em over here in this big house and
| we wanted 'em to feel at home; just
as if 'twas home. Now there's nothing
like pictures and Btich on the walls to
I make a place homey. So Huldy and
| me has sent 'em these few thlngl to
bang up 'round."
He commenced to undo the bundles.
| " 'Twas Huldy Ann's notion," he
went on. "When she bought this place
at auction there was the furniture and
fixings in It that belonged to Marcel-
lus. Some of em we left hero, beds
and chairs and the lllto of that, aid
(cine we took over to our house. There
was more than we needed aud these Is
gome wo had In the attic."
He'd got the newspapers and strings
off by tills time and he spread the
presents out on the floor. There was
a wax wreath from old Mrs. Merry's
funeral, in a round case; and a crayon
enlargement of a daguerreotype of
Marcelluu when he was 30 or so; he
had a fancy vest on and a choker and
a frlnged-end necktie, and looked like
be was (rveziuv death fast and knew
it. Likewise there was a shell work-
basket in a shell frame with about a
third of the shells missing; and two
silver coffin plates on black velvet;
and a worsted motto thing with "What
Is Home Without a Mother?" on it.
"There!" says Nate, happy and gen-
erous. "We'll give 'em them things,
Huldy and me. Leastways they can
have 'em to look at while they're here.
Have 'em strung around on the setting
room walls and it kind of takes off the
bare look. Gives 'em something to
think about, too, don't it?"
"Yes," says I; "I should think
'twould. I wouldn't think of much
else, seems to me."
"Yes," says he. "Well, I hoped they
could have 'em to-night afore they
went to bed. But you explain about
'em in the morning. Tell 'em they're
from me and Huldy. I'll be around
after breakfast anyhow to fetch some
more things from the store and see if
there ain't something else I can do.
"Good-night," says I, absent-minded.
I couldn't get my mind off them coffin
He kind of hesitated.
"Oh say," he says. "Did you eat all
of them mackerel you had? If you
didn't, and they're likely to spoil, why,
I'll take a couple along home with me.
Huldy's dreadful fond of mackerel."
"There ain't but one left," says I,
"Oh, well," he says; "one'll be
enough for us. We're awful small eat-
So I trotted out the mackerel and
he done It up in a piece of the news-
paper and went away to his dory. I
lugged in tho presents and laid 'em
away in the old. chest of drawers in
the dining room. Felt like an under-
taker, too, I did, all the time I was do-
ing it. I didn't want the Heavenlies to
see them relics till they'd ate a good
breakfast—they was too much for an
empty stomach. Then I locked up
and took the lamp and went to my
After I got undressed I opened the
window and leaned on the sill and
thought. I thought about my new job
aud what I could see was coming to
me in the way of work, and abont
Lord James and Nate and all. And
then I thought of Hartley and that
Page girl. Martin didn't act to me
like a money-grabber. I couldn't un-
derstand It. One thing I was sure of,
them two was meant for each other
and It seemed to me that they still
liked each other. But there was Van
Brunt. 1 liked him too.
Just then a thundering great graen-
head bit me on the back of the neck
and I (Jammed down the sash and
turned in on my bale of corncobs.
Tired! don't talk!
Mr. Seudder's Presents.
I was up the next morning about
five and pitched In making biscuit and
lugging water and so on. Lord James
comes poking down after a while. He
looked pretty well used up.
"See 'ere, Pratt," says he. "Wat
they got In them blooming beds—
"Why?" says I. "Was yours hard?"
"'Ard? Upon me word I'm all full
of 'oles like a grater. My back 1b that
sore you wouldn't believe It. And
w'at makcB 'cm so noisy?"
"That's the husks," says I. "They
do rustle when a feller ain't used
"R«stle! When I'd roll over, upon
me word the sounds was 'orrlfylng.
Like the water washing around that
boat of yours, it was. I dreamed about
being adrift In that awful boat all
night. About that and ghosts."
"Ghosts, hey? Did you dream of
"That I did. I could 'ear 'em groan-
" 'Twas yourself that was groaning,"
says I. "A feller that took aboard the
cargo of supper that you did hadn't
ought to sleep on cornhusks."
"I didn't sleep; not a 'ealthy Chris-
tian sleep, I didn't. I say, Pratt, did
you ever 'ear that this old 'ouse was
"Well," says I, "I don't know as I
ever heard that exactly. But old Mrs.
Berry died In it and then Marcellus
lived here alone till he died. Seems to
me he died in that room of yours,
come to think of it," says I, cheering
He turned pale, Instead of tho yel-
low he'd been lately.
"'Oly Moses!" says he. "You can't
"I can mean more than that without
half trying," I says. "Yes, I remem-
ber now. He did die there and they
say he died hard. Maybe that was on
account of the bed, though."
He was mighty upset. Commence*
to tell about a friend of his over in
"the old country" who had been butler
at a place that was haunted. I asked
If his friend had ever seen any of the
"No," says he, " 'e never saw 'em
'Imself, but it was a tradition in the
family. Everybody knew it. It was a
white lady, and she used to trip about
the 'ouse and over the lawns nights,"
"White, was she?" says I. "Well, 1
suppose if she'd been black they
wouldn't have been able to see her in
the night. Never heard of a colored
ghost anyway, did you?"
"I mean she was all dressed in
white," he says, scornful. "And they
say 'twas 'orrid to see her a-gliding
around over the grass."
"Want to know!" says I. "Well, if
you see old Marcellus gliding around
the hummocks outside call me, will you?
I'd like to see how he manages to navi-
gate through the sand. That's a job
for a strong, healthy man, let alone
a dead one."
I guess he see I didn't take much
stock in his ghost yarns, so he quit
and went to getting the things on the
breakfast table. But he was nervous
and broke a dish and sprinkled forks
and spoons over the floor like he was
sowing 'em. Pretty soon he had to
stop and hustle upstairs, for the
Twins was shouting for their duds. For
grown men they was the most helpless
critters; his lordship was a sort of
nurse to 'em, as you might say.
After a while he had 'em dressed
and ready and they come down to
breakfast. Nate had brought over
feather beds for them, so they slept
pretty well. Van Brunt was rigged up
special because he was going to East-
wich that forenoon to see his girl.
I'd cooked a whopping big breakfast,
but 'twas only just enough. Van was
a regular famine breeder and Hartley
wa'n't far astefn of him. The Natural
Life was agreeing with both of 'em
fine so far. Martin's cheeks was filling
out and him and his chum was sun-
burned to brtclc red.
After breakfast they went out for
their usual promenade. By and by I
heard 'em hailing me from the back
of the house. When I reached 'em
they was standing by the barn, with
their hands in their pockets, and look-
ing as happy and proud as if they'd
"Come here, skipper," says .Van.
"Do you see this?"
He was pointing at a kind of flat
place in the lee of the pig sties. 'Twas
a sort of small desert, as you might
say: A bunch or two of beachgrass In
the middle of it and the rest poverty
grass and sand.
"I don't see much," says I. "What
do you mean?"
"I mean the location," says he.
"Here's where we'll have our garden."
I looked at him to see if he was
joking. But it appeared he wa'n't.
"Garden?" says I.
"Sure," he says. "It's an ideal spot.
Sun all day long."
"You could make a garden here,
couldn't you, Sol?" asks Hartley.
"Maybe I could," says I, "if I dug
through to Chiny and hit loam on
t'other side. Otherwise you couldn't
raise nothing in this sand but blis-
"Scudder could bring us loam," says
Van. "We've thought of that."
"Starting a garden in July!" says I.
"What do you cal'late to raise—Christ-
"Late vegetables, of course," says
Van. "Martin and I intend to stay all
through September. Think of It, Mar-
tin; green corn from our own planta-
tion. And cucumbers in the morning,
with the dew on 'em."
"And tomatters already baked in
the sun," I says, disgusted. "You take
my advice and buy your green stuff off
But they wouldn't hear of It. Called
me a Jeremiah and so on.
"All right," says I, finally. "Have
it your own way. But who's going to
work this cucumbers and dew farm?"
"Why, we are, of course," says Van.
"That's part of the game, Isn't It, Mar-
tin? Nothing so healthful as out-
door work for caged birds like us.
Maybe we'll havo two gardens, one
apiece. Then we'll see who raises the
I could see 'em doing It! But there
was no use arguing then. I put my
trust in Seudder's not being able to
fetch the loam.
Pretty soon Nate heaves in sight In
the dory with a cargo of skim milk
and store eggs and butter. Van Brunt
and I went down to meet him. Tan
didn't give hiin a chance to talk; Just
as soon as the stuff was put on shore
he announces that Scudder must go
right back and drive him over to Ei.st-
wlch. Nate backed and filled, as us-
ual, telling how busy he was, and how
he hadn't ought to leave, and so on.
But Van corks him right up with a
five-dollar bill and off they went.
I lugged the m!!k and butter and the
rest of the truck up to the house and
started in on another stretch of work.
I'd had a vacation of ten minutes or
so; nnw 'twas time to begin again.
After I'd cleared up round the kitchen
and the like of that, I went off down to
the Dora Bassett and tackled her. Van
Brunt had cut away about everything
but the mast, and I had to rig new
halliards and sheets and downlmuls
and land knows what. Drat that Heav-
enly! 'twas a two days' job.
While I was making a start on it
Hartley comes loafing down from the
"Skipper," he says, "let's have an-
other one of your chowders for lunch,
will you? They're the real thing."
"Well, I tell you, Mr. Hartley," says
I, "If we have chowder I'd ought to go
and dig the clams right now, on ac-
count of the tide. And, honest, I hate
to leave this work I'm on. Still, of
course, if you say so, why—"
"What's the matter with my digging
'em?" he says.
I grinned. "Why, nothing," I says,
"so far as I know, except that it's
something of a job."
"Job!" he says. "It'll be fun. Tell
me where to go—and what to dig 'em
with, and—and how to do it."
I told him to talce the slclff and a
clam hoo and a couple of buckets and
row across to the mainland. There was
clams all alongshore there, I knew.
"You go along till you see a lot of
little holes in the sand," I says, "then
you dig. Want to look out that they
ain't sand-worm holes, nor razor fish.
And when you begin to dig," I says,
"you want to lay right into it, 'cause
the clams are likely to be 'run-downs'
and they get under fast. So—"
"Hold on a minute," says he. "How
am I going to tell a worm-hole from a
clam-hole,or a clam-hole from a—what
was it?—barber fish hole?"
"Razor fish," says I. "Not barber.
Well, I don't know how to tell you, ex-
actly. If it's a sand-hole there's likely
to be a little tiny hole alongside the
regular one; that is, there is some-
times and sometimes there ain't. And
if it's a razor fish—well, I can tell 'em,
but I cal'la.te you'll have to use your
He said all right, he guessed he'd
get along. So off he went, and pretty
soon him and Lord James comes down
and gets aboard the skiff. His lord-
ship was loaded with no less than four
buckets, besides a clam hoe and the
garden hoe and the stove shovel. 'Twas
the most imposing clam hunt outfit
ever I see. If I'd been a clam and
see that battery coming my way I'd
have took to tall timber.
"Sure you've got hoes and buckets
enough?" I asks, sarcastic.
"I guess so," says he, looking around
at the weapons. "We might need an-
other pail,-perhaps, but if we do I'll
send James after it."
His lordship started rowing, taking
strokes first with one hand and then
with the other, and the fleet got under
way and waltzed, as you might say,
zigzag across to the main. 'Twas as
calm as a millpond and they hit land
up towards the point by the Neck Road.
Then the ciam slaughterers got out
and disappeared round behind the
point. I went on with my rigging.
It got to be 11 o'clock and no signs
of 'em. Then 12; lunch time. Tide
was coming in fast, you couldn't have
got a clam now without a diving outfit.
But still all quiet on the Potomac. 1
went up to the house and commenced
td slice ham and fry potatoes. I had
my doubts about that chowder.
Everything was ready by and by
and I stepped to the door to take an
observation. And then I see 'em com-
ing, rowing more crab fashion than
ever. I walked down to the inlet to
meet 'em. And such sights as they
was. Blessed if they didn't look like
they'd been through the war—Lord
"Hi, Sol!" sings out Hartley, as the
skiff floats in, broadside on. "My! but
I'm glad to see you. Give James a
lift with the clams and things, will
you? I'm done up."
He looked it. He was barefoot and
barearmed, with his trousers rolled up
above his knees and his shirt sleeves
above his elbows. And the valet was
the s^me, and both of 'em soaking wet
and just plastered with wet sand and
I gave one glance at them bare legs
"For the land sakes!" I sings out.
"Pull down your pants and your
sleeves. You're burned to a blister al-
And so they was. Tender white
skins like theirs, wet with salt water
and out in that sun!
They pulled 'em down looking like
they didn't know what for, and come
hopping and groaning ashore. His
lordship's back was so lame from
bending over that he couldn't hardly
straighten up without howling.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Doctor (to man who has fallen)—
You need a strcng punch of some kind.
Mr. Flynn (an old enemy)—Let ma
give it to him, doc!
Girl's Head Encrusted—Feared Los
of All Her Hair—Baby Had Milk-
Crust— Missionary's Wife Made
Two Perfect Cures by Cuticura.1
! "For several years my husband
was a missionary in the Southwest.
Every one in that high and dry at-
mosphere has more or less trouble
with dandruff and my daughter's scalp
became so encrusted with it that I
was alarmed for fear she would lose
all her hair. After trying various rem-
edies, in desperation I bought a cake
of Cutlcura Soap and a box of Cutl-
cura Ointment. They left the scalp
I beautifully clean and free from
dandruff, and I am happy to say that
the Cuticura Remedies were a com-
! plete success. I have also used sue-
| cessfully the Cuticura Remedies for
I so-called 'milk-crust' on baby's head,
j Cuticura is a blessing. Mrs. J. A.
J Darling, 310 Fifth St., Carthage, Ohio,
j Jan. 20, 1908."
Potter Drug & Chcm. Corp., Solo Props., Boston.
She Was a Real Orator.
Senator Beveridge during a recent
visit to Portland talked about oratory.
"The campaign," he said, "has given
us oratory more remarkable for quan-
tity than quality. True oratory is thit
which brings results, is that which
converts an audience of supporter's.
Such oratory is* rare.
"I have a friend whose wife, a 'suf-
fragette,' is a great orator. Her
speeches from the platform are won-
derful, and her husband the other
day gave me an illustration of the
efficiency of her private speeches.
" 'An agent called on my wife thin
afternoon,' he said, 'and tried to sell
her a new wrinkle eradicator.'
" 'And how did the man make out?'
" 'He left in half an hour.' was the
answer, 'with a gross of bottles of
wrinkle eradicator of my wife's own
manufacture, that he had purchased
The calf, which Gideon King had
taken the summer resident to see,
surveyed his owner and the stranger
with a wary eye. "Er—what breed is
your calf?" asked the visitor.
Mr. King removed a wisp of straw
from his mouth and said:
"That critter's father gored a justice
o' the peace, knocked a lightning-rod
agent end over end, and lifted a tramp
over a picket fence; and as for his
mother, she chased the whole Ran-
bury brass band out o' town last
Fourth o' July. If that ain't breed
enough to pay $6 for, you can leave
him be. I'm not pressing him on any-
The extraordinary popularity of fine
white goods this summer makes the
choice of Starch a matter of great im-
portance. Defiance Starch, being free
from all injurious chemicals, is the
only one which is safe to use on fine
fabrics. Its great strength as a stiffen-
er makes half the usual quantity of
Starch necessary, with tho result of
I perfect finish, equal to that when the
goods were new.
The latest thing in toasts comes
from "up-state," and was responded to
by the father of 12 daughters, who
; claims that he ought to know.
"To the Ladies—to their sweetress
we give love; to their beauty admira-
tion, and to their hats, the whole side-
walk.—New York Times.
Hon. Einil Kiang. Vienna, Aur., one of
the world's greatest horsemen, has written
1 to the manufacturers: "SPOHN'S DIS-
TEMPER COMPOUND has becme the
standard remedy for distempers and throat
diseases in the best t-tablcs of Europe,
j This medicine relieves Horaes <>t great suf-
fering and eaves much money for the own-
er." 50c and $1 a bottle. All druggists.
; 6POIIN MEDICAL CO., Goblien, lnd.
Mother—Have you been a good girl
while I've been away?
Little Girl—Not quite.—Harper's
Thy yesterday is thy past; thy to-
day is thy future; thy tomorrow is
Lewis' Single Binder straight 5c cigar.
Made of extra auality tobacco. Your
dealer or Lewis' Factory, Peoria, 111.
The secrot of success is a secret
women never tell.
The Bitter Truth.
Diogenes slowly entered tho pawn-
shop and placed his lantern on the
"What can I get for this?" he asked.
The pawnbroker picked up the lan-
tern and examined it curiously.
"Rather antique pattern," he com-
mented. "What do you consider it
Diogenes bowed his head, the hu-
miliation of centuries upon him.
"Nothing," he bitterly admitted.
"Nothing at all."—Uoheaiiao.
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Miller, C. H. The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 19, No. 37, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 28, 1909, newspaper, January 28, 1909; Hennessey, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc105641/m1/2/: accessed July 31, 2021), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.