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CALUMET CRITERION
ISSUED WEEKLY.
CALUMET, — — OKLA.
Rats—A National Pest.
Rata cost tlie United States nearly
150,000,000 annually, according to tlie
oiologlcal survey of the department
8f agriculture. At tills amount the
[overnment scientists estimate the
Jamage done by the rodents and after
exhaustive experiments It has lieen de-
termined that the pests cannot be ex-
terminated. All that science c an hope
to do is to hold them within bounds
and to do this nothing more satisfac-
tory has been discovered than the old-
fashioned rat trap, says Technical
Magazine. Inoculation and all other
methods, It has been established to
the satisfaction of the scientists who
have studied the situation, are not
equal to the trap in the work of de-
struction. The amount of damages
given by Dr. C. Hart Merrlam, chief
of the survey, is conservative and
doubtless below the figures. While he
estimates that $t,000,000 of the lire
loss of the country Is traceable to rals,
the underwriters place it at 15 times
(hat sum, of which $1,000,000 is duo
to the gnawing away of insulation on
electric wires. Special attention has
been given by the government inves-
tigators to conditions in Washington.
The whole underworld of the capital
city, Dr. Merriam says, is populated
with rats—millions of them. Wash
Jngton loses each year from ruts, aside
from the fires for which they are re-
sponsible, $200,000 In damage done In
markets, shops and department stores.
Some of these places employ profes-
sional rat catchers, with ferrets and
small dogs, but this method, Dr. Mer-
riam finds, is unsatisfactory, since few
rats are killed and the expense Is
great.
Farmers Educational
-AND—
Co-Operative Union
Of America
Divided They Vote.
The whistle has blown and each man
takes his place
Te toil for the world at a death deal-
ing pace.
Each movement is skillful, each brain
is alert.
While they patiently -work in the fac-
tory dirt.
Just look at that picture and then
make a note,
That united they sweat, but divided
they vote.
The machines and the bells and the
shafting aro still
And not a wheel turns—there's a
strike at tlio mill.
A strike! Every workman has sol-
emnly vowed
To stand by his mates till their claims
are allowed.
'Tis a brave thing to do, but don't
fall to note
That united they strike, but divided
they vote.
The sun brightly shines as there
passes along
In holiday raiment the Labor Day
throng
Each man Is decked out In his Labor
Day best—
"Labor omnia vincit," the banners
attest,
Yes, labor may conquer, but never,
please note,
While united they march, but divided
they vote. —Ellis O. Jones.
Lock around you and nole how you
and your neighbors divided your votes
recently and then compare this with
the solidity of the votes of the "inter-
ests."
Airships In War.
That airships are likely to play an
important part in war is an increasing
belief among military men. Most of
the great foreign powers in planning
for the future make provision for the
use of flying machines, and in some
cases aeronautics are given much
prominence. American army officers
Appear to be coming to the same way
of thinking. The board of ordnance
of the war department at Washington
is so seriously impressed that strong
recommendations will be made, and it
is expected that the suggestions will
be embodied in the annual report of
the secretary. The officers of the sig-
nal corps are said to be in full accord
with these ideas and have expressed
themselves to the effect that the coun-
try could well afford to Invest $10,000,-
000 in air craft to be available for na-
tional defense. The type of vessel
favored by the officers is the dirigible
balloon, as It Is said they are con-
vinced that the "heavier than air" sort
are impracticable. The board of
ordnance, it is given out, will propose
an immediate expenditure of $1,000,ono
for flying machines to be available for
coast defense, and congress will be
asked to make the necessary appropri-
ation.
The Georgia assembly is to be asked
to pass a bill forbidding any woman
"to betray Into matrimony" an "unsus-
pecting male subject of the stale by
scents, paints, powders, false hair" or
a number of other well-known femi-
nine artifices. This Is a direct aim at
the wiles which woman has Justly
come to regard as her rights, and the
women of the Cracker state should be
up In arms at the threatened Infringe-
ment. And while about It, why not in-
troduce a bill forbidding man Indulg-
ing In anything but the truth and
eliminating all the small, pleasing but
not always truthful flatteries in which
he sometimes Indulges while carrying
on a courtship. Willie assaulting the
reniinine wiles, it Is only Just not to
forget that there are such things as
masculine wiles also.
The bureau of immigration is do-
ing excellent work In diverting thou-
sands of aliens from the crowded city
centers, where they are likely to be-
come a danger and a drain upon the
resources, and sending them Into the
country, where there Is a demand for
farm laborers. Applications are re-
reived from farm owners who are In
need of assistance, and in response
to these appeals 1,000 laborers were
supplied between the first of last
February and the first of June. The
farm, which a few years ago threat-
ened to lapse in disfavor, is being ac-
corded its sharo of importance, both
as a factor In our commercial and in-
dustrial life and in solving our serial
problems as well.
Organize to Determine Action.
Bearish influences in the different
departments of the speculative, buy-
ing and consuming cotton world are,
as usual, getting busy to hammer
down the price of cotton for both near
and fall months' delivery. There are
two arguments now being used to de-
press the price of cotton; the first,
that the consumption of manufactured
goods is not satisfactory, owing to
continued trade depression in this
country; second, that the prospects
for a large yield of cotton this year
is good in practically all sections of
the cotton belt, except Oklahoma. Up-
on these two propositions the fall
months are being hammered, and Oc-
tober deliveries are now around 9.20,
while December futures are quoted at
about 9 cents by the New York Cotton
Exchange. All cotton sold by export-
ers for delivery in these months are
based on New York quotations, plus
whatever premium the contract be-
tween the exporter and the spinner
is agreed on. If several million bales
are sold on the basis of these figures
every effort will be made to hold down
prices until these contracts are liqui-
dated. If the growers begin lo rush
their cotton to market as usual in
September and October it will be. im-
possible to stem the disastrous tide
of these depressive influences. If
the farmers nre not well organized
and secure the co-operative strength
of the banking and business interests
of the South they will have a hard
struggle ahead to maintain fair prices.
I.lnt cotton is worth more than its
fair market price today, and It will
be worth much more in October than
(lie present future quotations for that
mouth indicate. There must he some-
thing done aside from the mere work
of organization. That Is, of course,
the first step, provided organization
is based on sound business princi-
ples. The business end of marketing
cotton is the most vital and impor-
tant part of the cotton industry to
farmers. If the crop is not sold at a
profit there is but little satisfaction in
the industry.—The Cotton Journal.
There was a time when people culti-
vated corn with a garden hce and
made the work profitable. Today you
couldn't hoe enough corn to pay the
taxes on the land hoed. Then came
the single shovel plow, and after that
the double shovel. As the years went
by the expense of growing corn in-
creased, and the double shovel plow
was too slow, so the walking cultiva-
tor was brought out.—Frank D. Blake.
Statistics gathered by the general
education board show that the gifts of
Individuals to American colleges and
universities amounted during the last
year to more than $23,000,000. Giving
money to educational institutions is
one of the most expensive habits that
American millionaires have contracted.
It is said that the New Yoik Jewish
community is now the largest In his-
tory or tradition. It represents ten
per cent, of the entire Jewish popula-
tion of the world.
The men who have achieved suc-
cess aro the men who have worked,
read, thought more than was absolute-
ly necessary, who have not been con-
tent with knowledge sufficient for the
present need, but who have sought ad-
ditional knowledge and stored it away
for the emergency reserve. It is the
superfluous labor that equips a man
for everything that counts most in life
—Cushman K. Davis.
"Giving The Soil a Square Deal."
That is a catchy expression about
"giving the soli a square aeal" which
Samuel W. Allen, of Chicago, has ap
plied to his tarm experiments made
with a view to conserving soil ferti-
lity.
"That reckless and wholesale de-
pletion of the fertility of the soil in
this good land of ours," says Mr. Aller-
top, "Is beyond all question the big-
gest and most serious one now con-
fronting the American people—It Is
bound to remain Iho biggest problem
for many years to come."
How I Saved My Boys.
Mrs. Ida H. Godsey, in Southern
Ruralist says:
I want to tell you of my home and
why I moved from town to the country
Some years ngo my husband, a rail-
road man, died in a neighboring
State. I was left a widow with eight
little ones, six boys and two girls.
Being far from the land of my birth
and what kindred I had, I decided to
return to my old home, a thriving city
of South Carolina. My husband own-
ed some town property at this place,
and fortunately had a house untenant-
ed at the time. So, after settling my
affairs, I moved my family there.
Only those who have experienced it
know what a sad tiling it is for the
widowed mother and grieving wife,
who has to gather her little brood
around her and make a new nest. A
new nest, a new home, alas! whero
there Is no father to love, guide aright
and protect, from all harm. I resolved
with God's help to raise my little ones
to be a credit to that dear father who
had gone on before.
With a heavy heart I tried to be
cheerful and make home plesant for
my children. My eldest son went to
work in an office, and the others, with
the exception of my two youngest,
were sent to a good school. A year or
two passed and my second son decid-
ed that he, too, would go to work. Of
all things ho wanted to farm. Just
think of it, a seventeen-year-old boy,
reared in town, where we could not
have a garden. "How can you farm,
son," I asked, "with no experience and
no one to teach you? To please him
I rented a few acres near town, which
ho planted in corn and peas. Our
home plot he put in cotton, potatoes
and vegetables. I will not go into de-
tails, but with the aid of a good farm
Journal he made his first crop—a fair
crop of corn, fine pea hay, a bale of
cotton, fifty bushels of potatoes and
plenty of vegetables. This success in
a small way fired his ambition, so I
boguht a small farm seven miles from
town.
That year proved a bad crop year,
still he made expenses and cleared a
little money. In the meantime I found
that my little boys at home were
growing away from me. In spite of
my efforts to prevent, they were get-
ting in bad company end would go on
the streets. When I could induce my
boys to stay home the neighbor boys,
good and bad, dropped In. X soon
realized that unless some decisive
step was taken my boys were in fair
way to be ruined. But what to do I
could not decide. One day, while at
the farm, I kept thinking, "What can
I do to save my boys?"
As I sat there my idle gaze wander-
ed -over the quiet fields and green
woods. All at once it flashed into my
mind that here was the solution to my
problem. Then and there I decided
to sell my homo in town and build
me a nice home on the farm. Jly
friends protested, "You will be ruin-
ed,'' "You can't farm," "You won't like
the country." Every one tried to dis-
courage me, but I kept to my deter-
mination.
Today I have a nice home of nine
rooms, ten foot verandas with colonial I
columns. It is funished and as com-
fortable as any city home. My child-
ren have a new piano, graphophone etc.
I am not making barrels of money,
but am doing fairly well with the farm.
I atn running a three-horse farm this
year and am independent of labor as
I have four boys large enough to work.
I have a fine vegetable garden and
an acre in sweet potatoes. I have
seven fine hogs and a pair of register-
ed Berkshlres to raise from, and as
fine a mule colt as there Is in the
country. I make plenty of milk and
butter and have an occasional beef to
sell. Have lots of nice chickens, flocks
of geeso and ducks, turkeys, etc. I j
j like the country. Country life I think J
[ the finest in the world. But better
than all, I find that my little boys
aro mine again. There is no mischief j
for them to get into. When there is no I
farm work to do, they go fishing or to
i that haven of delight for small hoys,
| the "wash hole." Some days they hunt
| berries and plums. I am never wor-
ried about them, nor wonder what they
aro doing. When night comes every
! little sleepy head is ready for bed.
| It is such a comfort to have them all
to myself, as it were. We have a fine
school near us and this full I want to
| send my eldest daughter to college.
The little boys have their friends from
j town occasionally. They enjoy this.
.They work cheerfully and seem to
I take as much interest in every tiling
| as I do myself.
So I may say that home in the conn-
| try has proved a success in every sense
| of the word. I am thankful for the
| sweet privilege of making a country
I home.
QUITE SAFE WITH HER
One Secret "Tootsie" Surely Never
Would Pass Along.
A Lost Bargain
By Charles Poole Cleaves
(Copyright, by Shortstory Tub. Co.)
The United States has 15,000 "new
farmers," who have graduated from
agricultural colleges. The first Amer-
ican experiment station was opened
in 1875 by Prof. W. O. At water. Since
then fifty other stations have been
established and the United States gov-
ernment spends $11,000,000 annually
on its agricultural department.
Why wouldn't a movement to utilize
some of the many iieres of corn stalks
thnt go to waste every year for pa-
per pulp, instead of devastating the
forests, be in line with the movement
for the conservation of our natural re-
sources? Without a doubt, In years
to come we will see every pound of
plant tissue not made use of for feed
on the farm go lo a paper mill.
We do not sympathize with those
who sell their choice fat chickens to
the huxster and eat fat pork and
{tough huvfiteak the year round.
"God Is making more people all the
time, but he isn't making any more
coastline."
When my eyes fell on these words
the forefeet of my chair came to the
floor emphatically.
"Llna!"
My wife rushed in from the dining-
room.
"I'm going to buy a cottage down on
the coast of Maine."
■"'Mercy! I thought something was
the matter."
She smiled the wrinkles out and the
dimples in, and her blue eyes looked
at me with a charming confidence.
She really adores me. That is why 1
married her.
"There is! Listen:
BAnOAIN.-OUn MOST DESIRA- :
: lilt' property is held for (lie highest :
bidder, but must be sold in June.
: Broad sea view, magnificent coast :
line, expanse of sky and beach. Ten-
: room cottage, newly furnished. Price :
asked, $2,000.- Maine Coast Agency,
: Portland, Me.
"Oh. George!" Disappointment.
"What's the matter, Llna? Isn't
that g-.lorious?"
"George, when we do get a cottage—
I don't believe you can really afford
it now, dear—when we do get a sea-
shore lot, 1 want something dainty and
secluded. Just a cottage nestling
among the oaks or birches, with peeps
of the sea, lovely nooks in the woods
and hiding places among the bowlders
on the shore—wild flowers and shrub-
bery in Ihe background, and islands off
shore, green and shadowy. That broad
expanse of sky and sea and beach
would give me a broad expanse of sea-
sickness, I know."
"Pshaw, Lina! You need more sun-
light." I checked my argumentative
tone and began to honey. My wife
likes to be honeyed—that's why I mar-
ried her. "My little bird mustn't stay
in her nest all llie time. She needs to
be out on Ihe wing where the sun can
shine on her feathers—on your cheeks,
1 mean—and make them blush; out in
the grand sea-breeze where your lungs
can expand and all the tired wrinkles
fade out of your eyes—"
"Mercy, George, don't! Tired
wrinkles, indeed! They are all in your
brain. Now listen to me."
She ran her fingers hastily over a
budget of letters in her desk and
drew out one from a seventeenth
cousin, once removed:
"Dear Emtline: If you are just quick
enough about it you can secure the love-
liest cottage and lot on the coast of
Maine. My aunt occupied it last sum-
mer. I visited her. It is the daintiest,
sweetest nook in all that beautiful state.
The cottage peeps out from rare old
oaks and beeches, and the grounds
stretch back to the dearest old pasture!
And the wild flowers! Buttercups and
daisies, violets, bird-on-the-wings, Jack-
In-the-pulpits, Btrawberry-blossoms—all
these In June, and many others. And
in August the hushes are just loaded with
blueberries and blackberries. Aunt Ma-
ria canned 41 quarts last summer—
"Think of that, George!"
"and along the shore, underfoot of ttie
Old trees, are little caves, where the
tvatir comes trickling down and ripples
nvcr the rocks, glistening in the sun; and
the beaches arc strewn with pebbles and
iea-sb«lis_"
"George, she goes on for six pages
just like that. Then—listen!
"It belongs to a widow whose name I've
forgotten, but Aunt Maria wrote me it's
lo tie sold, and if you will write her she
will secure it. Only she must have lib-
erty to bid against others If necessary.
Die woman has been offered $900."
"Shucks, Llna! My dear wife!
What can you buy for nine hundred?
Probably only a shack of a cottage on
some wild pasture land. Now this
price is just right—$2,000! Broad sea
view! Magnificent coast line! Ex-
panse of sea and sky! Just think of
it! I'm going down to Maine to-
night!"
"George."
"Linn—my dear!"
"Wouldn't It be belter to wait and
write for particulars?"
"And lost both chances! I'd better
look them up. Only, If this one is sat-
isfactory, we'd better not bother with
the—the little one, would we, sweet-
heart?"
"N-no, George. Hut you won't mind
if I write Prlgcilla about it?"
"Certainly not! Buy it, If you wish.
Then wo'll have two!" I said it mag-
nanimously. My wife has resources of
her own—though that was not why I
married her.
I appeared at the Maine Coast
agency at S a. ni. next day. The man-
ager was a man just to my liking. We
agreed enthusiastically on what con-
stitutes tho ideal coast scenery—
nearly exhausted ourselves lu doing
so. He left the office to his clerks,
tucked me Into his private launch, and
we rippled across the bay. Sea like a
floor! Stately islands! Not so many
high cliffs as 1 like, but rocky points
jutted out Into the ocean and sturdy
old bowlders were braced up to meet the
waves of any gale.
"There s (he property," cried the
mnnager, pointing to the eastern
shore.
1 think my eyes Hashed pleasure. We
saw It miles awav. Those magnificent
trees parted Just enough to enhance
the Impress of the cottage on the
mind. It was half-tide. On the right
lay a while sea-beach, sparkling like a
Jeweled pavement. In front of the
cottage and up the cove at the left lay
great round rocks, where, for cen-
turies, they had been puuitneled aid
ground by the sea. I drew a long
breath. We came alongside the wooden
pier, on which 1 looked back long
enough to feel how completely the
view answered the description; then
we went up to survey the premises.
The cottage was just to my liking-
furnishings, too. Then we returned to
the piazza.
The far ledge swam at sea-level.
Calm streaks wound about the bay—
singular paths of the No-wind across
the haunts of the Wind. An old sail
lay on the rustic seat, and the "slish"
of the canvas as I crumpled it in my
hands had a delightful sound. The
salt air was refreshing. Across the
cove the shadows of overhanging oaks
fell on the rocks. An old orchard
craned upward along the rampart
bank, green with grass—venerable
trees, hoar with apple blossoms, sym-
bols of age and eternal youth. Out
on the southern horizon fleecy puffs
rose like tufts of foam afloat on the
sea.
There it was! Just what I wanted!
Mine, if I had only said the word
there and then. And I left it! Yes, I
left it without clinching the bargain.
It was cheap enough at two thousand.
Fool that I was, I wanted to chaffer a
little, and get it for less. That was
possible—anyway I had the option on
it till refused. So we went back to the
city.
The manager seemed disappointed
at my reticence. After we reached the
office I was ready to chaffer, but the
stenographer interrupted us as we
entered.
"Telegram from Mrs. Dutch, sir."
"Confound it! What does the wom-
an want now?"
" 'Hold property. Offered two thou-
sand. Will write.' "
"Is this a put-up job, sir?" I blurted
out. He turned red to the collar.
"No, no, my dear sir! Believe me!
By Jove, but it looks like it, doesn't it!
That woman can't leave the property
in my hands 24 hours without inter-
ference. Now, I'll tell you what—do I
understand that you want it at $2,000?"
"Yes, sir!"
"I think you have the option on it.
But I mustn't offend Mrs. Dutch. I'll
fix it up if I can, and at that figure. If
more is offered, I assure you, you shall
have opportunity."
I confess «my heart sank. I thought
of the other property. But to find it
would require a telegraph message to
Maria Gould, and the lot might be
anywhere along shore between Cape
Porpoise and Camden. Besides, I
didn't really want it under considera-
tion. It might lead to a—difference
of opinion with my wife. I took the
train home.
"George,'.' said my wife, calmly, aft-
er her affectionate greeting. (We sat on
the sofa together—that's one thing I
married her for.) "Are you too tired
to talk about it?"
"Well, I think I can brace up to it,"
I said, with an inward shudder as I
prepared to confess failure. "What
do you want to know?"
"Oh, everything. Is there anything
cozy about it?"
"Nothing so cozy as this, my dear."
You may guess what happened.
"There, George. Weren't there any
dainty nooks and shy retreats, sweet
flowers and iovely lounging-places—
such as Priscilla's letter described of
the place she wrote about?"
1 groaned. "I didn't see any, darling.
But don't worry. I didn't buy, and—I
don't know but you were right last
night, my dear. Perhaps I can't af-
ford it."
"I'm glad," she said, relieved. "I
thought you couldn't. I bought mine.
I telegraphed Maria Gould last night
to bid mine in at any cost up to two
thousand. Thai's what you said yours
would cost, didn't you?"
"For heaven's sake, Lina!" I ex-
claimed. For the first time in my life
I glared at her—yes, sir, I glared at
that sweet woman! And for the first
time in my life 1 was speechless. The
door-hell rang.
"Sit down, George. Do be calm. It's
only the newsboy."
It was a messenger boy with a tele-
gram.
"Here's a reply from Maria Gould,
George."
Mrs. Emiline Stubbs: Mrs. Dutch :
: says $-.000. Sold to you.
"Mrs. Dutch?" I sat down, weakly.
I have some power of intuition. "Call
tho boy back. Yes, yes. It's all right,
dear. Lucky woman—glad for you—
give him this." She read it first and—
well, she has some intuition, too:
Manager Maine Const Agency ■
Portland. Me.: Call it off. l.ct the :
woman have It.
GEORGE STUBBS. :
The oddest part of it is that my^Js
Insists that this delightful shore prop-
erty. which we now enjoy together,
exactly answers Priscilla's description.
I tell her it Is all In her eye. sho
doesn't argue. She owns the property.
She had her own way, as usual. That
Is why she married me.
Supplies Large Per Cent, of Rubber.
Of the world's supply of India rubber,
S3 per cent, is estimated to b* fur-
uished by South America.
"John, love," said tho young wife,
"you oughtn't to have any secrets from
me."
"Well. Tootsie?"
"You go to lodge mectiags, and you
never tell me anything about them.
"They wouldn't interest you, dear.
I don't mind giving you the password,
though, if you'll promise never to dis-
close it to a living soul."
"I'll promise never to tell it to any-
body."
"Remember it's to be repeated only
once and very rapidly."
"I'll remember. What Is it?"
"Aldaborontlphosciphorniosticos."
"What? Please say it again, a lit-
tle slower."
"Have you forgotten the conditions
already? I said 'only once and very
rapidly.'"
(Tearful pause.)
"O, dear! 1 wish you hadn't told
me!"
ECZEMA FOR 55 YEARS.
Suffered Torments from Birth—I n
Frightful Condition—Got No Help
Until Cuticura Cured Him.
"I had an itching, tormenting ecze-
ma ever since I came into the world,
and I am now a man 55 years old.
I tried all kinds of medicines I heard
of, but found no relief. I was truly
In a frightful condition. At last I
broke out all over with red and white
boils, which kept growing until they
were as big as walnuts, causing great
pain and misery, but I kept from
scratching as well as I could. I was
so run down that I could hardly do
my work. I used Cuticura Soap, Oint-
ment, Resolvent, and Pills for about
eight months, and I can truthfully say
I am cured. Hale Bordwell, Tipton,
la., Aug. 17, 1907."
"I cheerfully endorse the above tes-
timonial. It is the truth. I know Mr.
Bordwell and know the condition he
was in. Nelson R. Burnett, Tipton, la."
FOOLISH QUESTION.
"Oh, Willie, wot yer goin' ter
tihoot?"
"Indians, of course! You didn't sup-
pose I was goin' out to hunt sparrows,
did you?"
Largest Rock Crusher in Operation.
The largest rook crusher in the
world was recently thrown into opera-
tion in a cement mill at South Pitts-
burg, Tenn., and it crushes ail the
rock used by a 4,000-barrel plant.
The machine has an hourly capacity
of 800 tons and 60 per cent, of the
product is in pieces four inches or
less and 30 per cent, in pieces two
Inches or less. The crusher is 19 feet
in height and weighs 425,000 pounds.
The hopper is 20 feet in diameter.
The operation of this machine alone
requires 29 horse power.
Never Fails.
"There is one remedy, and only one
I have ever found, to cure without fail
such troubles in my family as eczema,
ringworm and all others of an Itching
character. That remedy is Hunt's
Cure. We always use it and it never
fails." W. M. CHRISTIAN,
60c per box. Rutherford, Tenn.
Still Room.
Milliner—Really, Miss Passay, tho
white feather on. your hat makes you
look at least five years younger!
Miss Passay—Well, you may—er—
put a couple more white feathers on
It.—Stray Stories.
One Bottle or Less.
Malaria is easy to contract in some
localities, and hard to get rid of—that
is, if the proper remedy is not used.
Cheatham's Chill Tonic frees any ont
from it promptly and thoroughly. It
Is guaranteed to cure any kind of
Chills. One bottle or less will do it.
The Long Climb.
It Is said that a man begins to go
down hill at 40, but a good many peo-
ple find that tho up-hill climb begins
at that age.
TO 1 lit! VI. or T MAI,Aid A
ANI) ltl I I.I> I I' TIIF SYSTEM.
Take ti-,, out Htnnilaril ORGVhS TAMTK1.KB3
Clllt.l, TONIC. You know v hut you urn taklnii.
1 lit- 1.,riiiiil:i is plainly printed on every boulo,
' Quinine and Iron ill i, last,'less
tleclual form. For tirown
Occasionally.
And sometimes a man gets married
In order to have somo oue believe his
talk.
Your Druggi&t Will Tell You
Tlmt Murine Kyc Remedy Cures Kyes,
M il cs Weak l'i - Strong. Doesn t Smart,
Soothes Kye Pain and Sells for 60c.
The best workman Is he who love*
his work.—T. T. Lynch.
no VOI'H ri.OTIIRS LOOK YEI.LOWI
If «>, ti-e Red Crow Ball Blue. It will mako
them white as snow. 2 oz. package 5 cents.
CJieatness ami goodness are not
nuans, but ends.—Coleridge.
FIln V11n* I'HniM* and NVrroii*
n>nr« nii> K line'* Orput Nerve Renterrr.
t eiul fni" Ml ,K iMO trial bottle nnd tre tne. I>r.
U II kills.' Ixl . t* 1 Arch Street. lMil!*
A man must stand erect, not be kept
Greet by others—Marcus Aurellua.
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Rinke, J. P. Calumet Weekly Criterion (Calumet, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 6, Ed. 1 Saturday, August 29, 1908, newspaper, August 29, 1908; Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc160587/m1/2/: accessed April 23, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.