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IV
N March 22d, 1892,
f i this engine saved
the life of her en-
gineer, James Rus-
sell."
These wr^ds, en-
graved on a silver
plate fastened to
the cylinder of a
large Corliss en-
gine in a quartz
mill in the moun-
tainous region of northwestern Neva-
da, commemorate a really remarkable
occurrence.
The engine stands in a space cut off
from the rest of the mill by a tight
partition. The room is made to con-
form nearly to the shape of the en-
gine, the wall being about eight feet
from it on all sides, except where the
belt runs down into the fly-wheel pit.
There the partition is at least twenty
feet from the 11m of the fly-wheel, and
the great belt or band which carries
the power into the mill comes in
through a hole eix feet up in the wall,
and slants down to the bottom of the
fly-wheel about the same distance be-
low the floor.
Thus in order to pass from one side
of tho room to the other at this end
It is necessary cither tc Jump over tho
belt next to tho fly-wheel, or to crawl
under it next to tho wall. The fly-
wheel is an immense affair sixteen feet
in diameter, weighing twelve tons, and
wide enough on the face for the thirty-
six-inch belt to run. The engine makes
moro than a hundred revolutions per
minute, and this belt whizzes down
through the floor toward the fly-wheel
in a way to make one dizzy. The en-
gine itself is kept in a highly-polished
condition by the unremitting atten-
tions of the engineer, who speaks of it
as "Old Alice," and who has painted
this name in gilt letters on her var-
nished frame in memory of a little
daughter who died.
There is 110 direct means of commu-
nication between the mill and the en-
gine room, as the latter has only one
door, and that opens from the outsido.
At the time of the occurrence I am
about to relate, this door had on it a
very complicated spring lock, and
every time the door slammed the lock
caught and, according to the engineer,
"it took ten minutes' work and the
key to get it open again." The mill
runs continuously, being lighted at
night by a small electric-plant in the
building, and two big arc lamps hang
directly over the engine.
About ten o'clock on the night of the
22nd day of March, 1892, James Rus-
sell (the night engineer) was sitting in
n chair at one side of the room read-
ing an old newspaper, while his train-
ed car followed every stroke of the
engine, and instantly detected the al-
tered sound when an oiler stopped
feeding or a screw worked loose. "Old
Alice" ran as moothly and regularly
as a watch, and the engineer grew so
absorbed in his paper that he did not
at first look up when he heard the
door swing open and then shut with
a snap. Soon, however, the indescrib-
able feeling that something alive is
near caused him to lift his head and
look about tho room. There, just in
front of the door, blinking like an owl
in the glare of the electric lights, and
AN AJ)^ -fcA I I J? RSTOR^ Rri",y- Kven tlli8 became impossible,
; JJ® the bea,> gained on him, and the
distance between them gradually les-
sened till they were running only a
few foot apart.
The engineer shouted again and
again, but he had very little hope of
any one's hearing him because of the
great noise made by the machinery;
and e\en if they did hear, they could
not get in to help him, for the door
was locked, and he could not spare
time to fool with that lock Ju* then.
It was simply maddening to him to
think tha* there were twenty men in
the mill only a few feet away, all ready
and willing to help him if he could
only let them know of his plight, and
jet to have that relentless brute chas-
ing him around like a rat in a trap.
A few minutes of this wild running
exhausted the engineer, and he would
have stopped and let the grizzly do his
worst had it not been for the dread-
ful blood-curdling noise made by the
animal's claws as he Belittled over the
slippery floor. The bear lunged and
plunged aloug like a great awkward
calf, growling prodigiously the while,
but he made astonishing spied for such
an unwieldly-looklng beast, and was
fast overhauling the man in spite of
his utmost efTorts.
Once, as the exhausted engineer
leaped over the belt, he thought that
to drop on It and be crushed by the fly-
wheel would be an easier death than
to be torn to pieces by the bear, and
he almost decided to end the dread-
ful chase tho next time he came
around. Hut when he saw the belt
running so swiftly to certain death his
heart failed him, and ho waitad till
next time. Not so the bear. Almost
as the man's feet touched the floor af-
ter the leap he heard an awful roar,
and the next instant a badly mashed
bear struck tho celling and dropped
like a shot.
That timely event is easily explain-
ed. As the man and bear ran round,
centrifugal force caused them to swing
cut farther an 1 farther from their cen-
ter of motion, the engine; and the
bear, being heavier than the man, flew
farther out till he came to a place on
the slanting belt where it was too high
for him to Jump. Then he put his
forepaws on it, intending to climb
over, and that was the last of Mm.
The belt, running at that high speed.
Jerked him In like a feather, and ran
him threugh between it and the fly-
wheel. When the fly-wheel got done
with him, it threw him off at the top,
as dead as a herring and not much
thicker than one.
The engineer, however, firmly be-
lieves that the spirit of his little
daughter influenced the engine to save
his life by killing the bear; and who
can say It is only a fancy? The next
week he sent to Chicago and had the
silver plate made and put it on "Old
Alice," and he declares that she is
quite proud of it.
HOUND THEY RAN.
dazed by the fast running machinery,
stood a great, dingy browny-black
beast that looked to the excited en-
gineer as big as a cow. The engineer
knew at once that his visitor was a
bear, and a grizzly at that, and was
correspondingly scared. The miners
had told him many tales of the cun-
ning and ferocity of these animals, and
he knew that a few savage old fellows
still lingered in the mountains near
by.
This particular bear had just waked
up from his long winter's sleep, and
was hungry, or ho would not have
been so bold. It is probable that in
prowling about in search of food ho
had conic close to the mill, anil had
smelt tho oil in the engine-room, and,
finding tho door open a-crack, had
pushed it open wider, and stepped in.
When I10 saw the lights and the en-
gine, he had tried to back out, but had
run against the door, causing it. to
slam and the springlock to catch.
Failing in his attempt to got out of
this dangerous trap, the bear turned
around in great wrath, determined to
take summary vengeance on the first
thing he could get at. Unfortunately
tho first object that caught his eye
was the engineer cowering against the
wall, and he started for that individ-
ual withcut delay. As he lunged
across the floor he gave a tremendous
growl, and lifted his lips like a spite-
ful dog, showing some terribly long
and sharp teeth. The engineer lost no
time in getting away from there, and
ran around the cylinder end of the en-
gine like a college sprinter, while the
bear demolished the chair with one
stroke of his paw, and tore the paper
into shreds. After conscientiously
completing this destruction, the griz-
zly looked around for more worlds to
conquer, and seeing the engineer,
thought he would do, and started for
him again. As the bear rushed around
the cylinder, the engineer ran toward
the fly-wheel, and as the bear raced
down that side of the engine, the man
Jumped the belt and started up the
other side. The bear paused only an
instant when he came to the flying
belt, then over he went, and chased the
man on around the cylinder end.
Round and round the engine they
ran, jumping the belt, slipping and
sliding on tho slick, oily floor, but get-
ting faster and faster all the time.
There was nothing in the room that
do would for a weapon, and Russell
could form no plan of escape, bis great-
est desire for the moment being to
keep the engine between him the
A BASHFUL BACHELOR.
Keefton* Enough for Falling to IVIn a
Wife.
"Pate made me what I am," growled
a gouty gaeheior. "1 was intended by
nature to love and be loved and to have
the Joys of old age in a bright family
circle instead of being shut up in a
decorated dungeon like this. The
fickle jade has played me a mighty
mean trick."
"Why didn't you marry like a sen-
sible fellow?" asked the old friend who
was making a duty call, says the De-
troit Free Press.
"Pate. I tell you; predestination,
hard luck or some of those other agen-
cies to which we charge our misfor-
tunes. When a young man I was smit-
ten a score of times and hit so hard
that it dazed me. It made an awkward
sort of an idiot of me. I could neither
think, talk nor properly control my
motions. The only thing on earth I
was afraid of was a pretty woman, and
she simply paralyzed me."
"Pshaw; nothing but bashfulness,
and you could have overcome it."
"You don't know what you are talk-
ing about. It wasn't anything of the
kind. When in love I was controlled
absolutely by seme ulterior force. If I
attempted to cross a room to address a
young lady my feet would walk me out
of the door. When 1 bowed I would
fail to straighten up till some one
broke the spell by a word or laugh.
I'd start to say something and the re-
was afraid of was a pretty woman and
she simply paralyzed me."
"Why didn't you make one grand
effort and throw off the strange con-
trol?"
"That's what I did when I was visit-
ing in Tennessee and foil in love with
the grandeest woman that ever lived.
One day in the garden I set my teeth
and determined to propose. Then I
passed out of myself. I walked through
a flower bed, fell over a baby carriage
into a barbed-wire fence, swore like a
pirate and came up with a face like a
cranberry patch. The sweet creature
ran. So did I. That was my last love
affair, and now there is nothing left
but to sit in solitude and nurso the
gout."
No I)rlay Necessary.
He is a very business-like man and
he proposed for the young woman's
hand and heart in a straightforward,
unstudied manner. "Oh, sir," she ex-
claimed. "You must give me time to
consider." "It isn't necessary," was the
reply. "I brought along my book, all
balanced up, and I have a volume down
stairs which shows my financial rating.
I thought. I might as well bring along
the data, so that you could make up
your mind at once."—Washington
Star.
Crushed.
"This is the most cruel yet," wailed
the rising young poet. "What is?"
asked the common sense person who
had dropped in to smoke a few of the
poet's cigarettes. " 'The Gabboek' says
I do not exhibit a single stigma of de-
generation."—Indianapolis Journal.
LAURA KEENE AND LINCOLN.
The recent publication of the life <*
the actress I~ ura Keene, who was thi
the stage favorite a generation ago
brings to mind the important part sht
played in the gieatest tragedy this na
tlon has ever been called upon to see
the usnassination of Abraham Lincoln
The play bill of Ford's theater it*
Washington announces for the evening
of Friday. April 14. 1865, the "Benefit
and Last Night ol' Miss Laura Keen**,
the Distinguished Manageress. Author-
ess and Actress." On the same single
sheet of faded paper may be r<Ud:
o o
: "This Evening
: the performanee will be :
: honored by the presence of :
: President Lincoln.'' :
o o
The play was the one the elder Soth-
01 n did so much to popularize, Tom
Taylor's "celebrated eccentric comedy,
aw originally produced in America by
Miss Ke>ene and performed by her up-
ward of 1,000 nights, entitled 'Our
American Cousin.' " The prices of ad-
mission were fl to the orchestra, 75
cents to the dress circle and parquet
and 25 cents to the family circle. The
boxes were $•' and $lu each. The pres-
ident occupied one 011 the northern
side of the theater, just above and
upon the stage. The house was crowd-
>d.
Laura Keene was standing behind
the scenes 011 the side of the theater
farthest from the presidential box,
near what is called the "tormentor,"
awaiting her cue. Of right she should
not have been so near the prompter's
desk, but he had gone to call some of
the actors, so she placed herself at
hand, hoping to be of service. Her
part was that of Florence Trenchard.
The time had come for the entrance
of Mr. CI. G. Spear as Binney. He had
a drunken scene to go through, and
Miss Keene was expecting to give him
a push as he went by her. to aid in the
effect as he came within view of the
audience. Instead she felt herself
pushed in the other direction—from
the stage, toward which she was not
just at that moment looking. As she
felt herself st:uck on the hand by the
hand of another she glanced up and
rccognized John Wilkes Booth and
saw. too, the dagger he was clutching.
At that very moment the appalling cry
rang out through the house:
"The president is shot!"
It was echoed spontaneously from
among the audience, and, as Miss
Keene cime forward she could see
many men on their feet, some of them
evidently making for the stage, from
which they had seen the assassin dis-
appear. Women were crying aloud,
men cursing and children weeping, all
in an indeterminate panic, much as if
the alarm of fire had been raised. Miss
Keene came down to the footlights
forthwith and said: "For God's sake,
have presence of mind and keep your
places, and all will be well."
Meanwhile Booth had made his es-
cape through the stage door, fleeing on
the horsp which had been provided for
him. He had been followed by a Mr.
Stewart, one of the audience, down on
the stage after his leap from the pres-
ident's box. but had avoided him by
dodging about the scenery, and had
gotten away from the stage carpenter,
who had attempted to detain him, by
striking at him with the dagger. No
one except Mr. Stewart tried to pur-
sue the fugitive, though everybody
seemed willing to aid. Amid the con-
fusion Miss Keene heard a cry for wa-
ter from the presidential box. Pro-
curing a glass Fhe made her way from
the stage to the box by way of the
dress circle. Mrs. Lincoln was crying
piteously. Miss Keene at once did
everything in her power to aid. thougfh
she felt from the beginning that help
was useless.
Seating herself on the floor, to which
the body of the president had fallen,
the act:ess raised his head and placed
It in her lap. It was at first supposed
that the shot had penetrated his lungs.
When the chest and shoulders had
been bared without discovering any
sign of injury the poor head wad rais-
ed. Then the pool of blood which had
gathered in the hollow of Miss Keene's
gown told the story. She remained in
that position until the removal of Mr.
Lincoln from the theater, then stag-
gered down to her dressing room, not
only her garments but her hands and
face dabbled with blood.
From the effect of the shock arid
horror of this Miss Keene never fully
recovered, and. though she lived moro
than eight years thereafter, slio was
never strong, her nervous system be«
ing especially liable to attack.
Death of a Half-Shot .Soldier.
James Hughes, a private soldier at
the United States barracks at Colum-
bus, Ohio, while walking along Alum
creek in an intoxicated condition, fell
from a high bluff into the water, and
was drowned.
RAM'S HORN.
FOR HOYS AND GIRLS.
Some good stories for our
junior readers.
Ill* Huorlmhouta. or Willie's Flr t
Morning In the Country—An Italian
tilrl Who Charm* the World hy Her
Cents While on Horseback.
The DUappuli
led t; olden rod.
LEA8K judge ef n y
murprlR" one da>
*Twa In the wood*.
Die month w it 8
May.
To bee. tn yellow
)>eautv dressed,
Hotne goliienrod—I do
not Jest.
"Come, tell me. gol-
ilenrod." I cried.
' What do you hero
in tho fresh May-
tide
flower
The Difference.
Mr. Tiff (reading)—Princess Maud
gives her husband an hour's lesson
every morning in the English lan-
guage. Mr. Tiff—I am a little different
from the prince. Mrs. Tiff—How so?
Mr. Tiff—I receive ray hour's language
from my wife at night.
Eustis. Me., News is filled with re-
1 ports that beftrs are thicker than
•bee?
You may lose your temper, but oth-
ers will find it.
What an immense amount of lazi-
ness there is going on by the name of
poor health.
The man who does the shouting is
often willing to let somebody else do
ail the work.
Keep your mind stayed on the Lord,
and you will have both peace and
mountain-moving faith.
The fact tint God has never failed
us ought to be taken as a sure evi-
dence that he never will.
You can no more live a good life
without an open confession than a
tree can live without bark.
The man whose faith says. "The
Lord is my strength," will never find
his burde.r too heavy to carry.
The man who has to look dismal
when he feels happy, ought to pray
a good deal before he starts for church.
There is too much shouting being
done in church by people who don't
weigh an ounce for the Lord anywhere
else.
The world has but little to hope
from the man to whom the golden age
i of the pa>« Is mor* inspiring than the
| golden opportunity of the now Ram b
j Hon*.
The pretty
raised tip Its head
And looked at me. then quietly aw.
"I tire of hearing all the trees,
The birds, the squirrel*, the very breesc
In autumn praise the (lovers of May.
'They're fairer fur then you.' they say.
*Wo know.' their argument l strong,
'Because wo're here, the whole year long
I've got permission for myself.
And came to see thl* purple elf
They call the violet; and to look
At bloodroot blossoms by yon brook.
The mandrake, too, I wished to mid,
Who boasts of petal* left behind."
"And what do you decide?" 1 paid.
The autumn beauty tossed Its bead.
"1 think them weak and palo and small;
A llg for spring—give me the fall!
Pray what are these to autumn's dower
Of aster, mint and cardinal flower?
Straightway for home I'll take my way,
And never come again In May."
My eyes unclosed; still flowed the stream.
The flower was gone. Was It a dream?
-Caryl B. Storrs.
The Kuoekabout*.
'Twas Willie's first morning in the
country, and there were wonders with-
out number on every hand. The night
before, grandpa had promised him that
on this same morning he should join
the farmer's club, "The Knockabouts."
Before going to bed Willie carefully
counted his pennies. " 'Cause," said
he, " 'twjll cost something to join!"
"Not very mtioh. I guess," said
mamma, who was fully acquainted
with grandpa and his funny club. For
hadn't she been a member herself when
she was a little girl?
"Anyhow," continued Willie, "I
have the dollar papa gave me. haven't
But mamma only laughed in reply.
"Can't initiate you till the dew gets
off tho grass!" exclaimed grandpa at
the breakfast table.
This made the club seem to Willie
more mysterious thsn ever.
"You must put on your thick shoes,
and I don't think a white shirt is just
the thing for members of the club to
wear," advised grandpa, with a merry
twinkle in his eyes.
About 10 o'clock Willie was ready,
and where do you suppose grandpa
took him?
Why, out in the orchard, back of the
barn, where there was as many as a
hundred hay-tumbles. Already three
hired men were at work, throwing the
hay about in every direction.
"There are the charter members of
the 'Knockabout Club,'" laughed
grandpa.
Willie took the little fork grandpa
handed him. and was soon a full-
fledged memb?r of the funny club.
'I've got a good name fo*- my club,
haven't I?" asked grandpa, as Willie
began knocking the hay about for the
sun to dry.
"A jolly one," replied Willie.
Every morning, while he remained at
the farm, he was the first member of
the club on duty.
"It's the best fun!" he exclaimed.
"I wish, grandpa. 1 could be a knock-
abouter the year round!"—A. F. Cald-
well in Youth's Companion.
Learned, bul Kecentrlc.
Professor L'ncoln of Brown Univer-
sity, whose death occurred a few years
ago, used to toll amusing anecdotes of
Neanaer, the great professor and his-
torian of the Christian church of the
Berlin University, under whom he
studied for some time.
Neander was accustomed when lec-
turing to stand behind a curious, high
•leak, with an open framework, and
j with holes and pegs for letting it up
and down. His costume was a very
| W ng coat, coming down to the tops of
! his great jack-boots, and with a collar
' which reached almost as high as his
! head as he bent over his desk, and
with arms extended forward, twirled in
his fingers a quili pen. If this quill
dropped, thcro was a hiatus in the lec-
ture until some one would pick it up
and place It in his hands, and then the
wonderful flow of learned discourse
would proceed.
It. is said that when Neander went to
Berlin he happened, in going from his
home to the university for the first
time, to be with a friend, who. for tho
sake of some errand, took a most cir-
cuitous route; Neander pursued thia
reundabout course for years, and only
by accident discovered that there was
a shorter way.
On one occasion, being jostled on a
crowded sidewalk, in order to pass by
the crowd, he stepped off into the gut-
ter with one foot, keeping the other
foot on the curbstone. When the
crowd was passed, he continued ab-
sent-minded to walk on In this curi-
ous fashion, and when he reached
"home he complained of being fatigued
from the disorded condition of the
streets. An acquaintance, who had fol-
lowed him, was able to explain the
fatigue.
Amusing Ignorance.
The written civil-service exai. na-
tions for policemen in New York have
been sneered at as a part of a visionary
scheme. The ignorance displayed by
some of the unsuccessful applicants for
aj polntment might have had free
ccurse in an official position, however,
and to the public loss, had no such test
been used. Extracts from what these
applicants for police service wrote
about Abraham Lincoln include some
extraordinary statements. One wrote;
"He has bin a Presented of New
York City." Another declared that in
1865 Lincoln was "nomanited in place
of Buckhanau whoe's term of office ex-
pired in that year."
"Mr. Lincoln," according to another
applicant, had many engagements in
war. and was bound to be victorious
especially at the battle of Gettysburg
when he swept all before him
Of Laacela's tragic death it was v-ari
ously said that he was killed "at Chi
oago 1864." also that he"was aasleated
In 1877 at foards Theater Boston;** shot
in "Booth's theater in Philadelphia:'
"died at his home in I ng Branch.'
The am—In Is spoken of as "Garfield."
"Geteay," and "Pccota."
One candidate said Lincoln "let the
Dorkey go fred;" another that he "fred
all the negros in the world;" In gen-
eral. tL« applicants seem to have
agreed, as one wrote, that "we have
scertinly had * -ry flew like unto Lin-
coln."
Kneeling.
When traveling in the south of Ire
land, some years ago. I was not a lit-
tle surprised to hear every one in a
room shout '^iod bless you!" when
any person sneezed, and the "God bless
you" was repeated for every sneeze. I
have since learned that this salutation
has an origin going back to the sixth
century, when the black plague fell
upon Rome. Its victims showed the
first symptoms by sneezing. When the
African king of Menomopata sneezes
all these near Ills person send up a
great shout, all within hearing take It
up. so that the sneeze may be said to
go echoing through the kingdom. One
would think the subjects would soon
get hoars© If their sovereign chanced
to have an old-fashioned New England
hay fever. When the king of Senear
sneezes his courtiers turn their backs
on him and give a loud slap on their
right thigh. There is a great deal of
character In the manner of sneezing,
and though even George Washington
could not be dignified when he felt a
sneeze coming on, and was in doubts
whether it would come to a head or
not, it n.ust be confessed that a good
sneeze Is more pleasurable than other-
wis*.
How lie Cornered III in.
A gentleman was riding on the out-
side of a coach in the west of England,
when the driver said to him;
"I've had a coin guv* to me today
200 years old. Did you ever see a coin
200 years old?'
"Oh, yes; I have one myself 2,000
years old "
"Ah!" said the driver, "have ye?'
and spoke no more during the rest oi
the journey.
When the coach arrived at its desti-
nation the driver turned to the other
with an Intensely self-satisfied air, and
said;
"I told you aa we druv' along that I
had a coin 200 years old."
"Yes."
"And you said to mo as you had one
2 000 years old."
"Yes, so I have."
"That's not true."
"What do you mean by that?''
"What do I mean? Why, it's only
1S9T now!"—Tit Bits.
The greet trouble with acquiring
knowledge Is thai the things a man
long* most to know, are none of hi*
business.
To be a NOONS as a parent a n SB
must be something of a rubberneck,
willing to attend every public parade
and picnic in order that his children
tnay eujoy themselves.
We can stand it when a man goes
away to spend the summer, and writes
back that he is sitting by a tire every
night, but we have never forgiven any-
one who semi* back a picture taken iu
a bathing suit.
We neeei knew but one model hus-
band and he only lasted three months.
Every one who is keeping a secret
wonders that people do not comment
on tha sphynx-like expression on his
face.
A woman nevei feels so proud of her
husband's love as when he falls sick
and becomei delirious and refuses to
let any one but her come near him.
It is not so much the fault of the
visiting girls w ho stay so long, as it is
the fault of the hostesses, who beg
them to remaiu, whether they want
them or noL
Americans, with good health and
fairly good incomes all their lives, in
tew instances realize their ambition to
go abroad, but foreigners save enough
to go back in a few years, taking with
them style and wealth to dazzle their
old neighbors. The trouble with
Americans is that they are terribly
shiftless
Sound Iteaftonn for Approval.
There are severst cogent reasons why the med
l profusion recommend and the pablie pr««fut
It etetter s Stomach Bitters sl>o e the ordinary
cathnrttca. It does not drench and weaken th«
bowels, but aMiata rstber thsn forcee BStUro to
art; It is botanio and aafe; Its action la nover
proceeded by an internal earthquake like that
produced by a draatic pur«atlve Kcr forty live
jeara hM x,*«0 a t0T
liver, stomach and kidney trouble.
A boy doesn't care how badly lie is
hurt, if he only has a black and blue
spot or scar to show for it.
Doa't Toliaooo Spit and 8s>ok« Yonr Lifs Away.
To quit tobacco easily and forever, he mag
netlo, fttll ef life, nerre and vigor, take No I o-
Bur, the wonder worker, thai niakea weak men
atrnng. All driggltls, bOo or ti «'ure guaran
teed Booklet and sample free Address eter
lag Remedy l ® , Chicago or New York.
No girl has a right to wear a white
dress and blue sash in summer, if her
mother does the ironing.
CJET STRENGTH ANI APPF.TITF.
Use Dr. Hurler's iron Tonic. Your druggist
will refund money if not satisfactory.
The Fourth of July is as destructive
of fingers as breaking on a railroad.
Educate Your llowels With Caeca ret*.
Caady Cathartic, cure conatlpatlon forever.
lOo. If C. 0- C Mil, drugglata refund mouey.
Women hare all kinds of signs for
bad luck, but men expeet bad luck
without any signs.
It is sll right, proper and appropri-
ate to celebrate the birthday of the
ountry, and to do it in good style, but
this thing of keeping it up for threa
davs will demoralize the best country
on earth.
One of the big rifled guns on Long
Island hit the targst four times out of
six the other day at a distance of four
miles. Practice like this is better than
jingo talk.
If there is anything that particular-
ly makes a man feel big, it is to receive
a telegram when in the presence of a
lot of admiring girls.
Probably the happiest moments in a
girl's life is when she visits iu a strange
town and walUs down the streets
thinking that everybody is wondering
who she is.
Every man it of the opinion that he
paid a terrible price for his experience,
while others get theirs at a bargain
co nter.
If there is any one to be sincerely
pitied, it is the man of a family who
wants work and can't get it. This
loving a girl, and taking the support
of a family on one's shoulders, is no
joke.
It is a good old fashion d rule to re-
member in listening to go?sip, thai
any one wh<
FITS I'ermaner
vill bring, will carry.
ntlyCured. Noflfs ornerfouanssaaftea
. of l>r Kline a (.real Nerve Keatorer.
I lor FliF.K 94.OO trial bottle and treatiee.
It. II. Ki.ink. I.td .931 Arch St.. Philadelphia, l*e-
Mi s I'eplna, Equestrienne.
Novel readers may remember that In
one of Charles Lever's rollicking stor-
ies the hero, i dashing Irish dragoon
is made to leap his horse over a small
cart In a Portuguese street. At a cir-
cus in Berlin recently Miss Pepina, a
young Italian girl, performed the as-
tonishing feat of jumping her favorite
■ re. Wlaaloi
children tretUing ■
•u. allsj« pain, curi
r*e Soothing flyrtip
>fteni the Runs.redui es Inflarn
i wind colli-. 2 j cents a bottle.
You are getting old when you put a
thing down and it isn't there two min-
utea later.
A GREAT INDUSTRY. The Stark Bro'a
JYurserles. thia city and Rock port. 111 leaver
iiuhle beehive The propaffuting puma of the
"Two Pike*." enlarged "Old i'lke a" nale'
.. work from New York Weatwnrd. The
effl'-e force 1m liurryiuif out 5000 new *tj le own
tii -^1 iig outflia. ph->108 of fruit*. tr -en or-
oLurd" packing, fruit painted from nature,
t« . Several departments give all their tlin«
to neourinx a ileamon Stark Hros have room
for enrrgetlo sollcltora With auch progr>'*s,
and millions of fruit tree* dull times uuknown.
—1 Louisiana, Miaaourl. Preai
You cannot tell by a man's talk to-
day what he was doing yesterday.
It has to be a very funny joke to
make a man laugh when he hears it in
the rush of business,
An engaged girl ia kissed a great
deal more than a married woman, and
she shows it.
Ilegeman'e Cmnphor lea with Olyeerloe.
Cures Chapped Heuds and Kaoe, Tender or Hore tee^
ChllblAios, flies. Ao. G O Clark Co.. New Hates, Of
A girl usually has as many love af*
fairs as her brother has accidents.
To Care Conatlpatlon Forever.
Take Caeca ret a < 'and v < 'uthurt (o 10cer«a
If C. U 0. fail to cure, drugglata refund money.
This is hot weather, but we will all
declare when we get our ice bills thai
it never haa been aa hot aa that.
L nu ah
at the Sun
Drink r
HIRES Ltew
Root boery(jOO/'DnnK\
HIRES
\Rootbeerj
Well-Dr/nfty^
JQuencheW
\Rootbccn/ymrthjrat\
.HIRES
toot beer..
W. N.U. WICHITA. NQ.29.-I8P7.
Whon ariawsrlng ndverttaamonta
please mention this nnticr.
AN OPEN LETTER
To MOTHERS.
WE AR.F. ASSERTING lN THE COURTS OUR RIGHT TO TUB
EXCLUSIVE USE OP THE WORD " CASTORIA," AND
"PITCHER'S CASTORIA," AS OUR TRADE MARK.
r, DR. SAMUEL PITCHER, of Byannis, Massachusetts,
was the originator of "PITCHiER'S CASTORIA," the same
that has borne and does now 'VTr // "" 0,1 evcr'J
bear the facsimile signature of wrapper.
This is the original "PITCHER'S CASTORIA," which lias been
used in, the, homes of the mothers of America for over thirty
years. LOOK CAREFULLY at the wrapper and sec that it is
the kind you, ha
and has the signature of
' per. .Vo one has authority from vie to use my name except
The Centaur Company of which Chas. H. Fletcher i
March 8, 1897* *«,/>.
Do Not Be Deceived.
Do not endanger the life of your child by accepting a cheap aubstitun
one described above, was to Jump her | which some druggist may offer you (because he makes a few more penniel
on it), the ingredients of which even he does not know.
"The Kind You Have Always Bought"
BEARS THE FAC-SIMILE SIGNATURE OF
ntare across an open victoria in which
four men were frated. This young wo-
man was born in Trieste, Austria, of
wealthy parents, and from childhood
showed great liking for horseback ex-
ercise. In her early teens she could :
ride much better than any woman In i
town, even the men finding difficulty In
keeping up with her. After much urg- j
ing, her parents finally allowed her to
appear in the Circus Vidoll at Trieste, j
where her daring performance Hoon j
made her such a name that today ahe
commands a higher salary than any
otlier professional equestrienne in
Europe. Her chief feat, previous to the
mare over four fair-sized ponies stand-
ing side hy side.
lARLFULLY at tUC wrapper ana see inui
<tvc always bought Sp J f ~~ °'
j si & natura w
on the
rap-
Heroic Kldr.
It lias often been shown that girls
possess great courage in times of dan-
ger, and the story of a little Kentucky
girl, as given by the New York Re-
corder, proves it anew. The heroine's
name is Kate Morgan, and she is only
thirteen years old. She and an invalid
sister live with their father in a farm-
house, ten m:les from Augusta.
Late one Saturday night the father
accidentally dischargfd a gun and In-
flicted a flesh-wound, by which a vein
was severed, and the man was In dan-
ger of bleeding to death. Neighbors
were not near, and the nearest doctor
was in Augusta.
The invalid sister was assisted to her I
father's side, and undertook to stay the
flow of blood while Kate went for the
doctor. The night was dark, and It 1
rained, a heavy, drenching rain, and
the little girl on horseback was wet to
the skin. But she kept the beast at
a gallop, and rode into town at one
o'clock. She hunted up a doctor, and
while he prepared to go. she was
dressed in dry clothing belonging to
a daughter of the physician. Then
away they went back into the hills in
the storm.
They were just in lime. The girl,
Susi*. could not have held out a half-
hour longer. Katie's brave lide saved
her father's life.
Kerly Training.
The father of Prince Bismarck re-
buked him, when he was a boy for
speaking of the emperor as "Fritz,"
"Learn to speak reverently of hin
majesty," said the wise old German,
and you will grow accustomed to
think of him with veneration.'
The remark made a d ep impression,
and bo*, fruit in after year?
The universe is full of indices; everv
apet Itfts a flnger-poRt pointing to
origin. J. C. Campbell
Insist on Having
The Kind That Never Failed You.
NEVA/ PRICES
THE STANDARD OF THE WOULD.
IB07 COL.UAl Blrtl
The Best Bicycle* Made.
mors COI.U/viri/\s
Second Only to 1897 Models,
I8Q7 HAFJTFOROS
Equal to Most Bicycles,
Reduced
to
$75
Rcduccd
to
60
Rcduccd
to
60
Reduced
to
46
Rcduccd
to
40
Rcduced
to
30
d the value of these bicycles at
the former prices; what are they now?
POPE MFG. CO., Hartford, Conn.
«nv Oolumhl* m«H • 9 o. •tamo.
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Hebard, J. H. The Tecumseh Herald. (Tecumseh, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 6, No. 42, Ed. 1 Saturday, July 24, 1897, newspaper, July 24, 1897; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc166177/m1/3/: accessed May 10, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.