The Oklahoma Labor Unit (Oklahoma City, Okla.), Vol. 2, No. 1, Ed. 1 Saturday, June 26, 1909 Page: 5 of 8
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You ought to see some of the New,
Late Models in the Clothing we
are selling. <|The 1909 Color
Showing. CJ Clothing
Bearing The
Label
$15, $16.50, $18, $20 and $25
Straw Hat and Panama Time
Straws $1.00 to $5.00
Panamas $5.00 to $10.00
Williams & Kneeland Low
Shoes
"Union Label" $3.50 to $5
KNIGHT BECK & CO.
IN ON THE GROUND FLOOR
By Caroline Lockhart
(Copyright. UW. by J.. B. Upyincott Co.)
SCOTCH-TONE COLD TABLETS
WILL CURE A COLD IN ONE DAY
All Druggists, or by Mail Postpaid, 25 Cents
SCOTCH TONE REMEDY CO., Oklahoma City, Okla.
FREE BAND CORCERT AT BELLE ISLE
EVERY SUNDAY, WEDNESDAY AND FRIDAY NIGHTS
Boating, Bathing, Refreshments
A Five Cent Fare Will Get You There
Bonner's Famous Advertisement.
When the New York Ledger was
wavering on the brink of failure, Rob-
ert Bonner, the proprietor, sent to the
New Yerk Heiald a brief advertise-
ment, to be set up in a single line. So
Greeieyesque was Mr. Bonner's hand-
writing that the advertising manager
interpreted the directions as order-
ing that the copy be run in full page
which instructions he obeyed, though
marveling greatly. The Herald came
out the next morning with one whole
page devoted to the crisp adjuration
to read the Ledger's new story. The
effect upon Mr. Bonner was almost fa-
tal, flrBt from chagrin at the thought
of the possible bill, then from amaze-
ment as subscriptions began to pour
in, and finally from satisfaction, as
they continued to flood the office, un-
til the fortune of the publication was
made. The novel, though accidental,
device had struck the public's fancy.
Mr. Bonner was hailed as the pioneer
of a new and daring theory of exploit-
POOR HENRY IN NO DANGER.
Bashful Man Unduly Alarmed Over
Simple Request, But Then It
Was In Leap Year.
This is a belated leap-year story
that happened to get overlooked in
the holiday rush of 1908. But better
late than never, as the Long Island
conductor said when his train came
in four hours behind time.
Her name was Gladys Genevieve
Jones, and the name of the other
party to the episode was William
Henry Harrison Hankins. Gladys had
attained the mature age of 29 sum-
mers, while William Henry, etc., had
also reached the age of discretion,
with a few years over for good meas-
ure.
William Henry and Gladys had long
been friends, but to-day, for the first
time, she had taken advantage of her
leap-year privileges and invited him
I out for a moonlight drive. Blushingly
ation, and the advertisement galrfed j he had accepted—for Mr. Hankins
tenfold currency by being commented
upon as a feature of the news.—Col
ller'a.
To Err Is Human.
"I am going to tell you the truth
about yourself," he said.
"Go on," said the young and ambi-
tious actress.
"I have in my time had rare oppor-
tunities to observe beautiful, graceful
and talented women, and I violate no
confidence in saying that you are the
queen of them all. You unite in your
lovely person that peculiar magnet-
ism which lays audiences at your feet.
Your genius, shining through all the
deficiencies of stagecraft, enables you
to triumph over every obstacle. So
supreme are you that you have the
right to rise above all conventionali-
ties, to marry, to love, to discard
whom you please, and no one will
dare to critleise Your work will live.
You are the very personification of the
highest art. United with this, your
perfection of beauty gives you the
just title to a lasting fame."
"Is all that true?" she asked, softly.
"Absolutely. Would yon have me
say more? What more could I say?"
She sighed.
"You might," she answered, "have
mentioned my clothes and my figure!"
—Puck.
was one of these bashful swains who
never get over the habit of blushing
when in the presence of the opposite
sex.
Gladys Genevieve believed in doing
things right. She had driven the coy
and diffident Hankins to the nearest
village, four miles away, with all the
et cet^ras and trimmings, and now, at
last, they were on their homeward
journey. For a time they rode along
wrapped mostly in silence, and then
Gladys suddenly gave a little shiver,
moved closer to her companion's side,
looked up inquiringly into his face,
and began:
"Mr. Hankins, don't you think it
would be a good plan \T we were to
double up—"
She was interrupted by a wild cry
of alarm from Mr. Hankins. The next
Instant he had sprung from the sleigh
and fled swiftly Into the starlit night.
"Now, I wonder what on earth
startled the poor fellow that way?"
ruminated Gladys Genevieve, as she
drove slowly homeward, alone. "I
was only going to ask him if he didn't
think it would be a good plan if we
were to double up the lap robe on ac-
count of the air being so chilly, when
he sprang out and dashed away like
a madman. Must have somehow got
the idea in his head that I was about
to propose. Dear me! what poor,
half-witted, scary creatures the men
are, anyway!"—Judge.
When Solomon Spitz had his weekly
salary raised to $15, when he had pro-
posed on the strength of this raise and
had married the girl of his heart's de-
sire, when Aunt Maria had unexpect-
edly shuffled off and had left him
$5,000, Solomon felt there was little
eise left in life to wish for. And yet
the $5,000 was in itself a source of
worry, for it was constantly burning
a hole in his pocket for want of in-
vestment.
May Belle Spitz, his bride, thought
the legacy should be at once invested
in a home, but Solomon, puffing out
his cheeks and assuming the careworn
air of a man of wealth, declared that
money must be turned over in order to
increase properly.
"I mean to put it where I can see
it double every year or two," said
Solomon. "None of this slow three or
four per cent, for me. 'Nothing ven-
ture, nothing have,' says I."
Every night he came home from the
store with a new plan for investment.
But May Belle gently talked him out
of these schemes, until he had kept
the money in the bank up to the day
he met I. Newton Wimbley, the in-
ventor of the great automatic war-
machine.
The inventor was a large man, with
a deep, magnetic voice and a hypnotic
eye. He had come out of the west
with a wonderful exterminator on rub-
ber tires which he was going to sell
to the government at Washington,
after which he.was going "across" to
sell a thousand or two machines to
European governments who really
needed them in their business. He
explained casually to Solomon that
there were millions in it for those who
knew a good thing at a glance, and
who were shrewd enough to get in on
it while there was still an opening to
the ground-floor. Solomon had gone
with a party to the stable where the
war-machine occasionally circled pon-
derously over the plank floor. He had
listened eagerly to the inventor's con-
3dcnt eloquence, his cheeks flushed,
his eyes blazing with eagerness; for
Solomon could see perfectly how the
machine worked.
' It was run by gasoline, like many
other automobiles, but there were
fearful knives, revolving with a silent
menace when charging on a terrified
, enemy, and there were guns to shoot
at long-range foes. It glided easily
over the smooth planks, and the in-
ventor assured them that it could
beat the fastest express when once he
let it out on the pike.
"The government will gobble up a
thing like that quidter'n scat," said
| Solomon to himself. "There ought to
be $100,000 in it for me easy." He
nearly had heart failure every time
I any of the others approached the in-
i ventor for fear they would buy all the
stock before he could get his own
money out of the bank. Finally he
got the inventor into a dark stall by
himself.
"I've got a little $5,000 that I'm not
, using now," remarked Solomon. "I'd
like to put it in your company if the
stock ain't all sold."
Solomon was vaguely surprised at
| the sudden light which flashed in the
eyes of the inventor, but he was too
anxious to get the stock to think
about that gleam.
"Well, of course, it's difficult," said
Mr. Wimbley, thoughtfully; "but I'll
talk with my secretary and see if we
can let you have a little block."
That night Solomon went home the
proud owner of 100 shares in Wim-
bley's Automatic Exterminator Com-
pany, Limited. Next morning the in-
ventor sped to the bank to cash that
check, as if he really needed the
money.
When May Belle heard the glad tid-
ings she buried her face in the sofa-
pillows and wept. Solomon got a lit-
tle out of patience with her for the
first time in his life, declaring that
there never was a woman who had the
•lightest understanding or finances.
His wife's skepticism had put un-
easy thoughts into Solomon's head, so
he went to see the inventor when
lunch-hour came. Mr. Wimbley read
in Solomon's anxious face the ques-
tions Solomon hesitated to ask, and
he promptly took the load off Solo-
mon's mind by saying that he would
give an exhibition of the speed and
effectiveness of the machine that
night. He even added that, if Solo-
mon had a cool head and steady
nerves, so that he could handle him-
self all right while the machine was
tearing along at terrific speed, he
might occupy one of the four seats,
the inventor and his two experts hav-
ing the other seats.
As all coolness between May Belle
and himself had thawed when Solo-
mon went home that night, she accom-
pained him downtown to see the
splendid spectacle of Solomon and the
exterminator tearing down the street
to mow its way through an invisible
regiment. The machine rolled smooth-
ly out of the stable to the asphalt,
looking like some monster of mythol-
ogy. It was low and had six wheels,
swathed in big rubber tires. The in-
ventor, Solomon, and the two experts
eat on bicycle seats on each side,
while the machine gathered itself to-
gether and shook like a medium going
into a trance.
"By the way, what's the theory of
it?" asked Solomon, wondering why
he had never thought to ask that ques-
tion before.
"The electric sparks you see here,"
•xplained the inventor indulgently.
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"explode the gaseous vapors generated
by the gasoline. That's the gasoline
tank immediately behind you."
Solomon was a little startled to find
that his back was directly against the
tank, and he wondered juat what
would become of May Belle if too
many sparks got into that tank at
once.
"Let her go!" cried Mr. Wimbley.
"Hold on tight, Solomon," squeaked
May Belle. She expected the machine
to jump into the air.
The machine began to move ponder-
ously, a crowd roared applause, and
Solomon sat up so straight that he
nearly fell over backward.
He mildly suggested to the inventor
that he turn on a little more si^ed,
as they were moving at only a snail's
pace. He feared that the spectators
were not sufficiently Impressed with
the might of the exterminator. But
Mr. Wimbley informed him that they
had to keep the police in mind, as city
ordinances forbade their going more
than eight miles an hour.
"But when we get outside the city
limits," the inventor warned him,
"you'll see what you will see."
The broad avenue down which they
were creeping was several miles long.
They rolled along impressively, creat-
ing a furore that Solomon longed for
May Belle to see. Just as they came
In front of a saloon, the machine sput-
tered and stopped with more than hu-
man intelligence.
Solomon looked inquiringly at Mr.
Wimbley, but the inventor seemed
considerably surprised. A crowd col-
lected quickly. The machine again
began to tremble like a medium. A
vile-smelling vapor arose behind Solo-
mon's back. Sparks multiplied and
seemed to come from every part at
once. A report like a cannon startled
the spectators, and Solomon leaped
Into the air with a wild yell. He was
not hurt, but he thought the tank had
exploded.
"Say! What is It?" he cried, as
he picked himself up and began brush-
ing the dirt from his clothes.
"Bill," said the inventor In a low
tone, "get under and see what's
wrong." Bill took the lantern and lay
on his back under the exterminator to
make a diagnosis of the case.
"Her valves have slipped a feot.
Gimme the monkey-wrench," an-
nounced Bill in a stifled voice. He
tinkered with the machine, breathing
hard the while and muttering to him-
self. As the moments flew, Solomon
th<srght of May Belle, who had prom-
ised to wait until he sped back to her
in triumph.
"Ah, now we're ready," cried the in-
ventor exultingly at last. Solomon
climbed back to his saddle with a sigh
of relief.
They reached the end of the asphalt
and began to bump over a dirt road
that bordered a deep marsh. They
were beyond houses now, and no elec-
tric lights gleamed on them. Sudden-
ly one corner of the machine slumped.
Then it grumbled and stopped.
"Tighten the friction, Hawkins,"
muttered the inventor, "the circuit's
short."
"The tire's punctured," said Hawkins
after a brief inspection.
"Gawd!" exclaimed Bill, "anything
else?"
"The tank leaked a pint on my
head," commented Hawkins as he
crawled out after tightening the fric-
tion.
"Oh, well, cut her loose. We'll soon ;
be home," commanded Mr. Wimbley |
But instead of going forward the ex
terminator traveled backward and
sideway, like a fiddler crab. Mr. Wim- |
bley was visibly disturbed.
"Blast me!" he cried, "she never did
that before. Stop her, Hawkins."
"Can't!" yelled Hawkins, "the lever's
jammed."
"Everybody get out and pull!" called
the inventor, frantically. "If she gets
down the hill, she'll fall into the
swamp!"
The machine was still backing stub-
bornly when they all jumped from
their saddles, laid violent hands on
the exterminator and braced back.
I've busted a lung!" panted Bill,
who was hollow-chested at the best.
Solomon was gritting his teeth and
digging in his heels. The inven
tor and Hawkins were tugging with
ali their might, but without avail. The
exterminator was shaking, as if with
laughter, and was slowly backing to-
wards a place where the embankment
dropped abruptly into the marsh.
"Its no use!" wailed Bill. "I've
pulled till my arms are seven inches
longer than they really ought to be "
He sank in the road, exhausted, and
all the rest let go but Mr. Wimbley,
who clung till Wimbley's Automatic
Exterminator had reached the very
edge of the bank. Then he, too, fell
back. The exterminator went over
with a great splash and sank slowly
in the marsh, itn wheels churning the
mud.
The only real Talking and Singing Pictures. Program
changed Sunday. Wednesday and Friday. Special features
at every show. For a limited time admission
Coolest theater in town, two rear exits.
5CTS
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Funeral Directors and Embalmers
Private Ambulance
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Funeral Directors
Hospital Ambulance
Phones 1120, PBX 22
114 Qrand Avenue
Phone H20
THE PLACE TO EAT
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Good Coffee, Chili and Speghette. Short
Orders, Fresh Oysters and best Pastry
DALLAS CHILI PARLOR
20 WEST GRAND
The Brotherhood of
American Yeomen
Issues a combined Life and Accident Certificate to men and women /.like. The
society has assets of over a million dollars, and has a membership of over one
hundred thousand. The Yeomen Society being lets than twelve years old shown
the best record of any fraternal insurance society doing business. A few more good
deputies can secure excellent contracts by applying to—
C. L. MOREAN, State Manager
635 East 6th Street Oklahoma City, Olc 1
It was hours after midnight when
Solomon, pale and dirty, his hands
blistered, his heart breaking, crept up
the stairs to the room where May
Belle, trembling with anxiety, awaited
him.
"It's no good! It's no good!" said
Solomon, and his voice broke in spite
of himself.
And the woman 'who knew nothing
of finances kissed him tenderly and
whispered to him that she would just
as -*ooc live in a boarding house ai
not.
To Labor Organizations
and Union Men of Oklahoma City
This is to acquaint you with the fact
that we have just opened in this city
a complete job printing establishment,
where we are prepared to execute all
kinds of job printing, neatly, cheaply
and promptly. "Thirty-seven years"
practical experience at the business
will enable us to compete with the
best of them. Remember we carry
the label, and always will as long as
we remain in the business. We are
active members of the union and in-
tend to remain so.
W. J. Dunn & Sons
Room 15, W. N. U. Building
Second and Harvey Sts.
Phooe 4861
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
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