The Citizen (Tulsa, Okla.), Vol. 11, No. 9, Ed. 1 Friday, May 19, 1911 Page: 6 of 8
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OniUSHID MARCH. 1907
lanetsw l» Tk» IWitt R.pzMicu, Ju. 1909
C V. HENRI, 0vur ud Pab.
TLT5A, I OKLA.
At the iir«‘s«*u» rate of growth Man
natian island w ill lutvo a i iqmlatlou of
1,500.000 in 1922.
The wagis of women In A iutlo Tur-
key vary from ten to fifteen coats a
day of ton hours.
Englni d reports an enormous de-
mand for second hand Illhlos. (jot uny
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(Joseph C. Lincoln
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Lj-i snuTiow tn TP. Vri
In the .population of New York city
there are 1ST,out persons who are
stockholders in corporations.
I’ll YS,.the emperor, has 20 nurses,
and is hollering for his old one What's
the uae/of being an emperor?
The Pittsburg Press says that wealth
klllH. Well, we'd far lather he lilt with
it than with a stick of dynamite.
| nose on a sand Hat and there she
! stuck. I was afraid of that tide all
I tried to get her off with the oar,
hut 'twas no go. Then I pulled the
j skiff alongside—the one we'd been
j towing astern—and got into that and
| tried that way. Hut tliut wouldn't
work either. Finally I jumped over-
Kngltsh newspapers say they are
sorry for th< kaiser. That Is an nrtis
tic way of piling on the punishment.
Canadian physician says our high
school hoys are being "efTcminlzed" by
women teachers. Noticed it. this fall?
Mr Solomon Pratt began eomlenl mir-
r:tii<»n of Ntory, introiiuclnx well-to-do
\ it It.hi S 'iiM' i of In* town and ! M\\ ml ,
Van Drum and Martin llurtley, two rlrh |
New Vorkors Meek hue rent. Hptuuih of j
latter pali'a 1uv:mIi « xiimiiliturc of money,
Pratt’a first iinpreaainn was connected
with luna i it s The arrival of Jano s j
11 "J *| *• i Van H in ill's valet. khv«* Pratt ,
f l< it *1 Infoi illation about the New j
Yorkers They wished to live what they • . . , . , . . , . .. .
t. iinetl Th. Natural Ufe.” Van Hrunt. M> to ®> waist and then 1 got
it was learned, was tin successful suitor | her off.
for tin* hand of Miss Agnes page, who ! ^ . # i •*«»••«»« •*
-s" hear ! Hut She Stuck again afore we got | downhaul dld.
out of the cove. I splashed and
split into pieces, same as a rotten
tops’!. The Dora Bassett heeled over
till I thought she was going on her
Inalu ends. His lordship turned loose
a \i-il like a tugboat whistle, lets go
the tiller and dives headfirst into the
cockpit amidships. As lor me, I was
swinging over the side with my whole
weight on the jib downhaul, pawing
air with my feet, and trying to get
back my balance.
That downhaul was old and some
rotten, it broke and 1 went overboard
with a howl and a splash.
I went down far enough to begin to
see glimpses of that blue place 1 was
speaking of just now. Then I pawed
up for air. When my head stuck out
of water there was something big
and black swooping past it. 1 made
a grab and caught hold. As luck would
have it 'twas the skiff wo was towing
I climbed into that skiff like a cat
up a tree. I was full of salt water—
eyes and all—but I could see the Dora
Bassett flopping ahead of me with her
gaff halfway down her mast. Seems
the halliard had broken just after the
‘ Tin* I l«*uvenHea” lu*ar
Philadelphia has established an all-
night bank, and its citizens no longer
need be afraid to go home In the dark.
Mrs Girard lianeker told a woman’s
forum In New York that ail wives
grovel to their husbands. Say—but
her sex protects her.
k in«' Hurt ley up.
a Ifni Mini v t.f 11 if* iloiiDHt Ic wool of
Mrs Hannah Jane Purvis. their cook and
maid of all work Deride to let her k<»
and etiKUK" Hoi. Pratt an chef. Twins
acre, to leave Nate St udder's abode and
brain unavailing Heart li for another
domicile Adventure at Fourth of July
• t h bratlon at Fast wh li. Hartley re*< ucd
i hoy, known as Kiddy.” from under a
liorse'H I'll and the urchin proved to be
id of Miss Pace’s chargea, whom she
had taken to the country for an outing.
Miss Pu»;r arid Hartley were Hrpanited
1'irinji i lint «• storm, which followed the
We are still walling for some scary
Herman general to rise up and explain
lo an awestruck public how easy It I
would he for a British army lo devas
(ate the Herman empire.
The man who lent Mr. Rockefeller
that $2,000 to go Into business wilh
would huve made a good bargain If he
had stipulated that Instead of Interest
he should have half the profits.
A young woman in New Jersey was
scared to death at the sight of a
mouse. This will reassure those pes-
simistic persons who fear that the
woman of to-day Is losing all her es-
sentially womanly qualities.
I presumed likely that I understood
—more maybe that lio thought I did.
Headache is a fair to middling excuse,
but 1 Judged there was other things.
I'd seen them two look at each other
when i hey met, and—well, they say
shoved and worked for another half
hour or so, the wind dying out and the
fog drifting In. Time 1 got her afloat
this time and had listened to a steady
stretch of Van Brunt's lazy sarcasms,
ray temper was worn to shoe-strings.
Consarn the man! It didn’t seem to
make no difference to him whether he
got tiome that night or a week from
We got out of that blessed cove
ami inio the channel somewheres
around six o’clock. Then 'twas a dead
I roared, a sputtering kind of roar.
And then Van's head stuck out over
the sloop's stern.
“God sakes!" says he. "Are you
"Drowned!" I hollers. “Think I'm
a pesky lubber just cause you—’’ I
had to stop here to cough. I was a
regular tank, as you might say, of salt
“Good heavens!" says Van. "Do
they always do that—boats, I mean?"
“Always do—” Iwassomadat myself
beat home and the breeze pretty nigh | and al1 creation that 1 could scarcely-
gone. A few minutes, and the fog
shut dowti on us, wet and thick and
heavy as over I see it. We poked
a nod's as good as a wink to a blind ! along for an hour or so more and
horse, and 1 ain't blind. 1 made a sort then Twas 'most dark and we wa'n't
of note In my mind to get the pumps half way to Wellmouth. Lord James
lo working again on Lord James next J In his usual position, hanging on to
time I got a chance at him alone. | (lie centerboard and moving his head
Hartley left me and went over to ! front one side to t'other as if he was
the railroad depot and I kept on 1 afraid of being hit when he wan’t
down the road to the shore. I was
loafing along, going over to myself
looking. I'd pretty nigh scalped him
with tin- boom once or twice and
Hie doings of Hie afternoon and won- now- he ducked whenever the tiller
The Vermont papers are busily dis-
cussing the question who shall be
elected governor In 1910. Already
(here are several candidates in the
field. Politicians in Vermont are
Dr. Parkhurst says the wearing o(
big hats Is un-Christian. Hut that will
have liltle effect upon the devout fe-
male sex as long as big hats are
stylish. The reverend critic Is singular-
ly ignorant of the depths of human
feminine nature if lie does not know
People are talking of undertaking to
teach women how to get off a street
car without imperiling their necks.
Which suggests an alteration of an old
proverb: You cun take a woman to a
street car, hut can you make her get
off in any other than the woman's
According to Dr. Mary Patrick, pres-
ident of the girls' college at Constanti-
nople, the Turkish women have thrown
off their veils, and are lecturing in
differr nt prominent cities like Con-
stantinople and Salon>a, and are also
forming woman's clubs. Now watch
To avoid misleading ambitious
rhymesters, perhaps wo ought to say
that the late llloedgood II Cuttter, the
poet of Little Neck. L. I. who left an
estate of $665,090, of which more than
$500,000 was bequeathed to the Amer-
ican Bible society, did not make bis
money writing poetry.
The shah id' Persia declares lie will
protect the rights of his subjects
against the wicked designs of the evil-
doers who want a constitution. But
even In the far orient phrases do not
mean as much as they used to signify,
and the shah s anxiety to protect Ids
subjects from the evils of a constitu-
tion will be fully understood.
derlng what Van Brunt would say and
so on, when I come out into the clear
place at the too of Meeting House hill.
And the meeting house clock struck
I Jumped like !'d set down on a
Hot stove. I hadn’t no idea It was as
late as that. The pig and the I’age
girl and the rest of the mix-up had put j
at! notion of time out of my head. I j
yanked out my watch to make sure j
that that clock was right, and then j
I glanced at the sky. Over to the !
east'ard a big, fat, gray fog bank was .
piling up. 'Twas high water at two, !
Eastwich Port cove is a nasty place to !
get out of at low tide, and here was an ;
easterly fog coining.
As a general tiling I don't take any- |
body's wash When it comes to han- t
dling a boat or looking out for weather J
and such, hut now I was ready to
sing small. A ten-year-old hoy brought j
u)i along shore would have known bet-
ter than to do as I'd done. Don't make
no odds how good an excuse 1 had for
forgetting, no excuse is good where It
comes to sailboat lug. I went down i
that hill like the man in tin tin col'- I
fin went to Tonhet, "clinketty Jingle." |
1 jump? 1 f< nces and cut across lots. I
and I'm ready to swear tight now that |
there's more horse briars to the square
inch in I'm twieh Port than in any oth- |
in plnce on the land's green earth. I I
t bust through the pines and come out
on (lie beach yelling: "Hi! Turn out.
every body! Get aboard now. Live 1
And. hv time! there wa’n't a soul In
night. lot no less than twenty-two t
and a half minutes by my watch I
walked up and dtfwn that beach, see- I
in’g the tide go out and oi tiering
"Ahoy!" and "AVhere are you?" at
the top of my lungs And then, lo J
and behold yon. here comes Van j
Brunt ;otd Lord James, poking along j
as If the\ had all the lime there wa
squeaked. He certainly looked like
a statue of misery in a fountain, with
the fog dripping off his side-whiskers.
Van was stretched out on the locker,
answer. "Oh, suffering mighty! if
ever go to sea again with a parcel
of— Catcli a hold of that tiller! Bring
her into the wind! Cast off that main-
sheet! Cast it off! Here comes
I suppose malnsheets are kind of
scarce on the "Street.” Anyhow I
see that he didn’t know what I meant.
"That rope at the stern,” I hollers,
dancing around in the skiff. "Cast
it off! Lively!"
The second squall struck us. I see
the Dora Bassett drive off in a sweep-
ing half circle, the end of the boom
knocking the tops of tlie waves to
pieces and the spray flying like a
"Put — Your—Helm—Over—to—Port! Port! You Lubber, Port!”
They ought to get some policemen
in New York who lv emergencies can
show signs of almost human intelli-
gence, says the Baltimore American. A
man was arrested there lately for vio-
lently resisting an officer in trying to
break through the tire lines, llis en-
tirely inadequate excuse—in the eyes
of the policeman—was that the burn-
ing house was ills own, his wife and
baby were inside and he rated ihoir
safety above official red tape.
A tost of the soot-laden air in Chi-
cago shows that 7,000 pounds of or
gallic and mineral substances are de-
posited on an acre of ground in that
city from the atmosphere. Now let
anyone date to say that ibis condition
of the air is not injurious to health.
As Indianapolis is hardly less afflicted
wilh smoke than Chicago, the deposits
are probably a- heavy there. No won-
der every one complains of the diffl- I
cully of breathing and of keeping
Van 1 ad been over behind the point blowing smoke rings and spouting waterfall. And, louder than the wind
taking a svim and his lordship had poetry. I'd been too busy to tell him or anything else, 1 could hear Lord
gone along to sol oa his boss' irons- .a word about his girl's being in the j James hollering for home and mother,
ers and keep the ceases in, or some neighborhood. Fact is, 1 didn't like j Rut 'twan’t till afterwards that I
such mt-Jity important job. | the feel of things. I believed there was remembered any of this. Just then
"All right, skipper: all right." j wind coming. , 1 had other fish to fry. There was
diawls Van, cool as a Sunday school "See here," says I. finally, "one of ! two or three ropes at the sailboat’s
hoy at an Ice cream sociable. "You've you fellers' 'll have to go for'ard anil stern and Van had east off one of 'em,
got goof lungs and you'd ought to he i keep an eye out for shoals. We're on j same as I ordered,
er.refill of ’em. I've heard you whoop- ! the edge of the channel here and 1 | Only, as it happened, instead of the
inn for the last ten minutes. What want to he In deep water afore a i mainsheet he'd cast off the skiff's
did you and Martin have when you ' squall hits us. I cal'late there's one
wore up town? lly the way, where is pretty nigh due."
Marlin?" | liis lordship just stared at tne flshy-
lle was so everlasting comfortable eyed and pitiful. As for Van, he went
mid sassy and I was so Idling hot and , on reciting something about being on
nervous that It made tne mad. the sen, “with the blue above and the
"lie's gone home on the train,” 1 blue below.” lie wa'n't going to stir
snapped out. "Got a headache." ■ —not him. '
"Headache, oh? Humph! What "Look here," I says. "If we strike
(’.id you have up town and where did a sand bar and a squall strikes us at
you yet it?" the same time we'll go below, way
"NT ver mind where we got it," says down, where it's a big sight bluer
I "You'll ge: a headache from setting
A new method of protecting safes,
says Popular Mechanics, is to arm
them with a grenade which explodes
when the safe is blown open, and
fills the air with deadly fumes, so that
the burglars cannot proceed with their
Carman Sylva has Just contributed
to an Italian journal an article In
which, under (lie title of "The Reign
of Women, she declares the advanced
views urged In certain quarters con
(Orulng women to I • I’toplan, and re-
rfounees her connection with th.i move,
til out without regret.
up stuck on a ahoat all night if you
don't get aboard that boat. Look at
He looked nt ’em. "Ah," lie says;
‘ very like a whale."
1 didn't know what he meant and I
"Whale!" says !. "Well, we'll be
lucky if we ain't the Jonahs. Get
aboard with that bu: ket, you Opper
v. hat’s-your name, will you; i. you
want to letch port to-night."
Lord James looked like he'd like to
than 'tis here, 'cording to the minis-
ter's tell. Go for'ard on lookout, won’t
So he went, though 1 doubt if he'd
have known a bar when he see one—
not that kind anyway.
Pretty soon the breeze give out
altogether. Ami then, front off In the
distance. 1 heard a* noise, a rushing,
roaring kind of noise.
"Hark!" 1 yells "Do you h-ar that?
Here she comes! Down with the jib.
painter. Me and the Dora Bassett was
parting company fast.
From out of the dark ahead of nte
come a yell, louder even than Lord
James' distress signals.
"Sol!" hollers Van Brunt. "Sol
“Ay, ay!" I screams. “I’m all
right. Never mind me. Put your helm
over to port.”
I Port! you lubber! PORT!” My man-
ners had gone overboard when I did
| and they'd missed the skiff.
Twas quiet for a minute. Then,
front lurther off conies the screech:
"Never mind!” I yells. “Keep—her
Then I had to quit and grab up the
Haul on that rope, Mr Van, will you? oars and bring the skiff bow on to the
No, no! T'other one! T'other one! seas. When 1 got her headed right 1
put nnoilior "'cad" on me. but his boss Godfrey scissors! Here you Opper: couldn't see nor hear nothing of the
was round and he d; rsent talk hack.
Between t: \v> loaded the dunnage.
Then Van got aboard, deliberate
enough to a parson's patience, and
! oas! lot ie and get anil on the Dora
Ba- H We'tl made ;■ shirt, anyhow
But it tinned out that was r.!l we'd
mode vTin commenced lo a> k me
mo: e i'nut llartlcj and afore 1 could
liana, on to that tillei ' Keep her just , Dora Bassett. As Major Philander
as she is." 1 Phinney says when he gets lo telling
! made a long arm. grabbed that how much better General Grant would
valet man by the collar, tanked him have done if he'd took his advice, I
Into the sternsheets and jammed the was “disconnected with my base of
tiller into his hand. Then I took a supplies."
flying leap for'ard where the Twin -
was trying to cast loose the peak hal-
liard. having a notion, il seemed, that
lei; him the news about the pig race d ought lo belong to the jib.
t-.uj the rust, the Uoia Bassett tan Iter. The aquull struck us. The fog
I was pretty busy for the next good
while 'tcudiug to that skiff. And
scared, don’t say a word. Not scared
for myself, you understand—no, in-
deed. When I get drowned, with a
tight plunk under me and a pair of
oars in ray hand, 'twon’t lie in the bay,
I’ll tell yo;i that. But 1 was scared for
Van Brunt and his lordship in the
Dora Bassett. They didn't either of
'em know the jib from the rudder,
and the valet was too crazy frightened
to be of any use if lie hail.
But Van w as sure to he cool enough,
and the broken gaff would act like a
double reef, so that was some com-
fort. And the squall wa'n't going to
amount to nothing—’twas only a fair
breeze even now—so if Van had sense
enough to keep the tiller straight and
let her run they'd fetch up some-
wheres alongshore, I judged. And, to
make me hope still more, the squall
had brought a complete change of
wind with it; now ’twas blowing back
up the hay instead of out to sea.
So I squared my shoulders and laid
to the oars, heading for where, judg-
ing by the wind, the land ought to be.
'Twas darker than a black kitten in
a nigger's pocket, but I cal'lated to be
able to hit the broadside of the United
States somewheres. 1 got aground on
the flats five or six times, but along
towards midnight I butted ashore at
the little end of nowhere where there
was nothing but bushes and sand and
pines, no sign of civilization. And by
this time 'twas pouring rain.
After a couple of years of scratch-
ing and swearing and falling down I
come out of the scrub into a kind of
clearing. Then I discovered a barbed
wire fence by hanging up on it like
a sheet on a line and located the back
of a barn by banging into it with my
head. Then a nice talkative dog come
out of the barn and located me, and
things commenced to liven up.
While me and the dog were con-
ducting our experience meeting, a
light showed in an upstairs window
a little ways off and somebody sticks
their head out and wants to know
what's the matter.
“Who are you?” he says.
“My name's Pratt," says I.
“Where are you?"
"Well,” 1 says, “ judging by the feel
and smell I'm on top of the pig-sty.
But I ain't real sure. I can tell you
where your dog is, if you want to
“What are you doing round here
this time of night?” he says.
I told him as well as I could. The
dog was having a conniption fit, trying
to bark itself inside Out, and I had
to say things over three or four times
so's a body could hear. But the feller
at the window wa’n’t satisfied even
then. I never see Buch a wooden-
"What Pratt did you say you was?”
I told him my name and where I
"Sol Pratt?” he says. "Of Well-
mouth? What are you doing way
"Blast it all!" I yells. "If I wa'n’t
half drowned already I should say I
was getting wet. Turn out and let a
feller Into the kitchen or somewheres,
won’t you? And tie up this everlasting
That seemed to wake him up some
and In ten minutes or so he comes
poking out with a lantern. I knew
him then. 'Twas Kbenezer Holbrook,
Huldy Ann Sctidder’s sister's husband,
who lives over in the woods on the
line between South Eastwich and
West Ostable. There was another
man with him and blest if it didn’t
turn out to lie Nate Scudder himself.
Him and Huldy was visiting over
there, same as he said they was going
Nate had more than a million ques-
tions to ask. Ebenczer tied up the
dog—the critter pretty nigh broke
down and sobbed when lie found I
wa'n't to be fed to him—and we went
into the kitchen. Then Mrs. Holbrook
and Huldy Ann. rigged up tasty and
becoming in curl papers and bed quilts,
floated downstairs and there was more
When Nate found oqt that one of
his lodgers was cast adrift in the bay
he was almost as worried and upset
as I was. But Ebenezer agreed with us
that there was a good chance of the
sloop's getting ashore safe. He said
why didn't I turn in on his settjng-
ruom lounge for the few hours be-
tween then and sun-up, and In the
morning me and Nate could take his
yawl dory and cruise alongshore and
hunt. So I done it, though 'twas pre-
cious little sleep I got.
About six o'clock we started. I
thought first I'd go up to Eastwich
village and telegraph to Hartley. Then
1 thought I'd better not; no use to
scare him till I had to. Nate had
heard about the jdg chase and Hart-
ley's doings over there and he pes-
tered the life out of me with questions
"Queer that boy should turn out to
be Ijs brother, wa'n’t It?” he says.
"Whose brother?" says I, leaning
out over the yawl's side and watch-
ing for signs of the Dora Bassett.
"Why, Hartley’s.” he says. .
"Brother!” says I. " 'Twan't his
brother. No relation to him."
"I heard different,” he says. "I
heard 'twas his brother, name of Oscar
Dentils. And that woman from the
school was his brother's wife. Some
says she ain't living with her husband
and some say Hartley's right name is
Dennis and that she's his wife and he
was down here hiding from her. Seems
when that boy first dove into the
crowd 'twas because he'd seen Hart-
ley. They say that when that woman
and this Hartley met. she sings out:
My Uod! my husband!' That’s what
some says she said, and others says—”
\to be CONTINUED.)
HAD AN EYE TO BUSINESS.
Romance Clearly Had Little to Dt»
with Silas' Marriage.
Preston Kendall, the actor, tells a
etorv of a ne'er-do-well in a little New
England town, where he has often
I spent his summers. “I was walking
down the main street one day," said
Kendall, "when 1 saw old Sila3 grin-
ning from car to ear. I hardly thought
that he was that glad to see me. So.
after speaking to him, I said: ‘Why
the smile that won't come off, Silas?
What has happened to make you so
happy this morning?’ Tve been a git-
tin' married this morning,' was the un-
expected reply. ‘Married! You? I
exclaimed. 'Why, Silas, what on earth
have you done that for? You know
you can't even support yourself as it
U.’ ‘Wall,’ said Silas, ‘you see, it's
this way: I ken purty near support
myself, an' I kind of figured out that
1 she could finish up the job.1 "
A PUZZLE FOR PA.
Tommy—Papa, what did the dead
sea die of?
A Long Sleeper.
Miss Louisiana Pletta of Lowell,
Mass., when once she falls asleep, re-
mains in an unconscious state for
periods varying from one to three
weeks. She suffers no ill effects from
her lengthy somnolence, and when she
awakes she is under the impression
that she has slept for only a single
If you wish beautiful, clear, white clothes
use Red Cross Ball Blue. Large 2 oz.
package, 5 cents.
The girl who smacks of freshness
gets a good many smacks.
. WCtIGLEY ’S,
DID YOU KNOW THAT
Author Poorly Remunerated.
For “Mi'ldlt march” George Eliot got
; 10,000 and for "ItomoU" $25,000.
Laxative Chill Cure
was really a Chill Cure and
Liver Regulator combined.
It not alone kills all germs
but at the same time expels
them by acting on the Liv-
er and Bowels. It does not
contain any Quinine,
Strychnine or Arsenic and
is perfectly safe to take.
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Jourdan, R. L. The Citizen (Tulsa, Okla.), Vol. 11, No. 9, Ed. 1 Friday, May 19, 1911, newspaper, May 19, 1911; Tulsa, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc1077105/m1/6/: accessed March 18, 2019), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.