El Reno Weekly Globe. (El Reno, Okla.), Vol. 12, No. 40, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 30, 1905 Page: 2 of 2
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Entered nt the poitoffice at El Ileiio for
transmission through the malls an second
©Thm« mutter.
I'M
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E. J. SIMPSON, Editor and Prop'r.
TKRM81OF1SUB8ORIPTION.
WKKKLY GLOME
Per annum
Six month."
OL
Per annum, mailed
Six months, mailed
One month, mailed
0n * delivered t\v carrier.
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A revival of the old Granger
movement is spreading through
the land. It's called the Farm-
em Union. Caridian County is
alive with renewed interest and
activity, and most every school
district has its local union, Coal
and other articles are being
bought and then divided up
among the neighbors. Great
things are claimed in the matter
of price, especially in the line of
stoves and hardware. The me -
chants of El Reno are able to
compete with prices anywhere
freight considered—and they
should let the fact be known. A
few merchants do let their
prices be heralded through the
papers; but the majority seem
afraid of publicity. A move
along the line in the matter of
letting the people know where
you live, and what you have for
sale, and your prices, would
hrfng you in closer touch with
the country people, and perhaps
cob vince them, that freight con-
tfdered, and also the matter of
Ifeh salaries paid to the leaders
ot these union movements, that
perhaps dealing with home mer-
chants would be just as cheap
and far more convenient. There
is no good reason why all classes
of goods should not be as cheap
here as elsewhere. Merchants
say they are? We agree and say
amen. This doesn't settle the
matter, a great many folks are
from Missouri, they want to be
6hown. Will you show them?
Don't be afraid to advertise, it
won't hurt j«)u. Why it will help
, the printer. You bet it will: bnt
it will help you more.
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Democrats in the city and
county are in fine shape at this
time. They have gotten rid of
the sorehead element and are in
the pleasant condition of know-
ing that chronic kicking hurts no
one but the kicker" True demo-
crats are united and harmonious;
and are not discouraged by
grunts of bristly enemy, nor tale
carrying acts of so-called friends.
When discordant elements pose
as friends they are more or less
dangerous, but when known
they are harmless. Treachery
cannot always hide itself. Soon
er or later they strangle in the
miasma of their own treachery
and sneaking disloyalty. The
Globe again sounds the slogan of
democratic success: Loyal Dem-
ocrats to the front—Soreheads
to the rear.
JI * 'JI M
Don't say you have nothing to
fee thankful for. You're still living
arn't you? Some of your neighbors
may not be happy over this, but
you should be.
If you miss the Atlantic
Monthly for December you'll
miss the best magazine of the
season. The fiction is first class
and the more serious articles
above the average. The Tenth
Decade of the United States:
Andrew Johnson and My Policy,
should be read by every lover of
history,
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The Youths Companion's cal-
endar is the prettiest piece of art
in the calendar line which has
eached this office. It is in col-
ors and the three panels repre-
sent groups of Continental sol-
diers. It's a pretty ornament
for home or oliice.
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Bird McGuire does'nt like Den-
nis Flynn a little bit. Let Bird-
ie fail with the Statehood bill and
his name will also be Dennis.
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Japan has gobbled Korea.
What's the odds? This is gob-
bler season. The other nations
are after Turkey.
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If Senator Beveridge insists
upon again injecting Arizona and
New ;nt > the Statehood
bill you may as well kiss statehood
good by, It will be go <1 by
Birdie also.
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Saturday was a red letter day
for El Reno in the matter of trade.
The special prices advertised and
lived up to by McGrath, Shriver
and a few others caught the trade. |
If the merchants generally would
adopt livin'K prices and let the peo-
ple know it, every day, but Sunday
would look like Saturday.
ji ji ji Ji
The report is current that Japan
is becoming democratic; and Bryan
has only been there two weeks.
10 if if if
Democrats are in fine shape for
next year. Keep together should
be the motto. Old reliables in front
soreheads to the rear.
ji ji jt ji
The 'Weekly Globe has the b •
array of county correspondent",
any paper in the Territory. This
is one of the best proofs of a pa-
per'* popularity.
ji ji ji ji
V'By their fruits, ye shall know
them". This is a fine text for Bome
K1 Reno folks who prate of Democ-
racy, to ponder over. What are they
doing for party, party paper or party
organization? What have some of
them ever done?
"By their fruits ye shall know
them".
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. bre.ith i
.-Vf ul 11.
■ :ipa of ti .
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I.rn:? For this:
1 . «••• |gf ^ 0f 'If#;
. . <1. and th kisa
moth 1 r and w.fl
For roFi'P entwining.
For \ill 1 at 1 fur bloom;
And hojM s that at e shining
Like stars in the gloom.
For what are we thankful? For this:
Ti - strength god th< patience >f Mtt|
F*or even the Joys that we miss—
The hope of the see<i in the soil.
For souls thnt are whiter
From day unto day;
And lives that are hrlfchter
From going God's way.
For what nre we thankful? For all
The sunlight— the shadow—the song;
The blossoms may wither and fall,
But the world moves in music along!
For simple, sweet living,
('Tin love that doth teach it).
A heaven forgiving,
And faith that can reach It!
OLD JOYCE'S
THANKSGIVING
By ELIZABETH F. SEAT
A number of Democr ts met at the
office of M. B. Cope Saturday night
and discussed the matter of getting
up a banquet for Jackson Day. It
was decided to maKe 110 definite
arrangements until the Democrats of
the County could be consulted.
Another meeting will be held this
waek at same place.
Bruce Ott editor of the Piedmont
Post was a caller at the Globe office
today. He says that the new sohoi 1
building is finished, and teacher
John Bice held devotional exercists
there this morning. Bruce is heart-
ily in favor of celebrating JacKson
Day and favors getting together and
sweeping the county next year.
Henry Shafar and wife, Herman
Bhafer and wife, H. K. Shafer and
Ijieut. Bhoot are enjoying a ten days'
hunt Northeast.of Cheyeuue in the
Antelope Hills.
IT was three days before Thanksgiv-
ing. Miss Bascom sat at a Utile
table tiefore the sunniest window in
her kitchen, the window that had six
scarlet geraniums blooming in it, plan-
ning ihe most important part of her
dinner—the guests. The door sudden-
ly opened, and Rod Herrick's red head
and Hue eyes came in with a flood of
sunshine. Of course all of It/;d came
in, but she was conscious only of that
led head and blue eyes, both were so
vivid. Rod was Barton's grocery
boy, and the most mischievous inhabit-
ant of the village. Some people won-
dered noisily why Barton kept him,
but Barton knew. Rod was faithful to
the minutest detail of the grocery's in-
terests, and played no pranks among
Ihe soap boxes and flour barrels. He
meant to own a part 'of the concern
some day. and therefore had too much
■'espet-t for the business to neglect it.
Rod knew a great deal about the peo-
ple of Staunton, too; perhaps because
he saw them almost always at their
back doors, which are the places to
know people as they really are.
Miss Bascom looked up and nodded
pleasantly; she watched him set the
basket upon the table and wait for liw
to take the contents to her pantry, ay
flint he cfeuld have the basket for an
other errand, but s6e sat still and said:
"I am lSHuning csmpany for Thanks-
giving, Rod, and find it hard to make
up rnj mind. You Itnow I don't want
ihe satne folks every year, and I have
no relatives."
Rod's eyes twinkled. "I know a first
rate subject," he replied, promptly
a party that didn't order a thing foi
Thanksgiving except a pot of marma-
"STARINO WITH ALL THE POWER OF
HIS SPECTACLES AT A PINK
ENVELOPE '■
lade, and never has since I've been
taking baskets for Barton, and I'm 15!"
Misa Bascom laughed as she arose
to carry the parcels out. "Write the
address on an envelope; maybe I'll
send it; I'd like to do some good with
my dinner for the sake of the day."
Left alone, Rod sat down at the table
and, taking up the pen, wrote;
OLD JOYCE,
AT THE BOOT AND SHOE.
People In Staunton had once said
"boot and shoe shop," but long since
had abbreviated it to its present brief
er form.
Rod took the empty basket and hur-
ried out before Miss Bascom could see
what he had written.
She colored angrily; Old Joyce, in-
deed! That queer Englishman whom
everybody considered half crazy; who
sat day by day in absolute silence,
mending the village boots and shoes
or taking walks that would have ex-
hausted some of the old horses of the
town. He would often get up at fiva
in the morning and walk seven or
eight miles in the country before he
opened his shop. Milkmen and huck-
sters had seen him tearing along the
loads, his head thrown back, gazing
at the sunrise or the early morning
llelds or cloudy skies as though they
were a mystery that no man had ever
fathomed, which was true Indeed.
The next morning Rod Herrick, run-
ning in the tracks of the postman,
hampered somewhat by three turkeys
and two pumpkins that reposed In the
great basket on his arm. peeped into
the window of the Boot and Shoe
There sat Old Joyce, a great boot
half-mended upon the last in front of
him, staring with all the power of hit
spectacles at a pink envelope which tho
postman had thrust upon him. Rod
was no less astonished; he whistled
softly. He hadn't supposed that she
would really do It; his mother had ra
ceivad }ust such a pink sot* for Una
both the nlgbt befora, too. So, be
had invited them to meat Joyce, or
Joycc to meet them, ha couldn't say
whichl But would the old man go?
He wondered what ihe note said; the
Herricks would be there, no doubt
abou. that, for Rod seldom had an op-
portunity to taste the fat turkeys that
he left at Staunton kitchen doors.
His mother sewed almost as indus-
triously as he walked for Barton, and
their Thanksgiving Invitations were rare
indeed. All day Rod wouuered about
Joyce, and wished he dared ask Dim
a question, only he was afraid that if
the old man knew who was going the
invitation would be refused, for Rod
and the old shoemaker had not alwayfc
been upon good terms.
Old Joyce's behavior at Miss Bas-
cora's Thanksgiving dinner was some-
thing that Rod Herrick never forgot;
his polite speeches, his thoughtfulness
of everybody but himself, his eagerness
to contribute all that he possibly could
to the pleasure and succtss of the oc-
casion made him Ihe guest of honor.
Rod had never supposed before that
guests had any responsibilities; he had
supposed that thus ■ belonged entirely
THANKSGIVING
AT LONESOME
HOLLOW v /.
By
HELEN F. HUNTINGTON
1 QEEMS 1
^ Thanks
awfully forlorn to eat a
hanksgiving dinner all alone, '
saitl Milly. soberly, looking over at the
young fellow who sat mending a har-
ness strap beside the blazing hearth.-
*'I haven't the heart to get up a kig
dinner for just us two."
"I don't see what else we can do.
No neighbors to invite except old Pete
Sprat, and he wouldn't come. We
might send him something by way of
being neighborly."
"And be turned away for our pains,"
the woman laughed.
"You can't even go out on the high-
ways and hedges and gather in strag-
glers, like the ancient host of Bib e
fame. Maybe it is just as well not to
. , have all the work of getting up n
„ " P!1V_al y..re8U!^': Thanksgiving dinner, for it seems to
me that you look tired. Milly. What's
half dozen times during the meal
that next to becoming Barton's part-
ner, he would study harder to learn
now to 1 eh :ve when he was company.
Suet stories as the old man told of
lands and castles aud feasts beyond
the sea! Joyce had traveled far, and
apparently had forgotten nothing that
had ever happened to him. As he told
his wonderful stories, he would bow
tc Miss Bascom, or Mrs. Herrick, ami
once or twice he had Included Rod in
one of his wonderful courtesies. In
such a fashion that Rod lost his self-
possession and felt polite and distin-
guished for fully five minutes after-
ward It was a sensation that made
him a more manly boy for months, and
one that he never really ceased to feel
After dinner Joyce sat down before
tile old piano and played such music as
not even Miss Bascom had ever heard,
anu she was the organist of the church
and the be6t musician in Staunton
And somehow, from the music and the
stories and the manners they all grad-
ually understood that "Old Joyce" had
a history behind him. and hadn't al
ways mended other people's old shoes
He had suffered because of the village
ostracism; anybody could see that.
Rod told himself that the old fellow
had dropped ten or a dozen years
there at Miss Lizzie Bascom's old
piano
Tha part? was ov*>r at last, but its
Irs.tiKmoe w«b not; that lived and grew
unrll it even btnb* down the wall be-
tween the old Sfcnemakor and the vil-
lage' hearty. He mended shoes as of
old, became hi needed to, but he no
longiy kept haute in his shop. He
weriijt to board at the Hfcrrlcks; he went
to ifiurch, too, and the very first time
he played the ofTertory on the little
organ, instead of Miss Bascom, who
sat with her face turned toward the
people so that she could enjoy their
E',11 pi ise. Nobody knew what he
played; perhaps It was the story of his
liti for it had tears and storms In It,
and toward the last was something
full o' silver notes; notes of joy, peace
love, human sympathy, notes that were
almost an echo from the harps by ih
sea ot glass. Mrs. Herrick said after-
ward that the organ said: "I was a
stranger and ye took me In;" Miss
Bascom said it said; "Out of grea;
tribulation;" but Rod said to Barton
when he told him all about It nex,
day "The whole piece was just 'Oil
Joyce s' Thanksgiving." and perhaps it
was.—Young People.
HEAVEN QUITE UNEXPECTED
"Fourteen Years in a Boarding Hous
and Bliss, at Last," Murmurs
Surprised Mr. Grizzly.
"Will you please carve the turkey
Mr. drizzly?" asked the landlady.
Mr Grizzly, a malevolent scow
chowir.g on his forehead, picked up th
carving knife as a warrior seizes th.
swoi 1 and attacked the fowl. Slici
.l'.ter slice of juicy white meat fel
the matter?"
"Nothing. Jim. I guess I need a lit-
tle outing. I'll take a run across 'ue
Hollow and be back before supper."
Milly put on her cloak and went out
Into the crisp autumn afternoon. Ti "
woods were bare except for a few torch-
like flames of red which marked tn j
presence of an occasional gum tree.
The sky was clear, cold and pallid,
tlngej with a greenish glow where the
dark forests rimmed the far horizon.
Not a sign of human habitation waj
visible, and not a sound broke the vast
stillness save the steady tap-tap of a
woodpecker. The loneliness oppresse 1
Milly strangely. For two years she
had endured it in cheerful silence,
working patiently.
"I'm getting morbid simply for the
want of a little company," she said, as
she walked down the untraveled road
in the face of the crisp north wind
"That will never do for you,, Milly
Bennett. For Jim's sake you mustn't
give way to such foolishness."
Suddenly Mllly's ear caught the
sound of chopping which seemed to
come from the Hollow beyond the di-
vide. She turned and made her way
easily through the leafless thicket,
walkiag briskly over the hill and down
the opposite descent until she dis-
tinctly heard volees. Purthar on, at
the edge of a natural clearing, sh*>
name upon a party erf travelers camped
Reside a newly kindled fire, whew? a
iean, gaunt appearing fellow busied
himself with preparations for the even-
ing meal. They were j lght In all, a
tough, nnhempt lot in lfeatharo jaakpts
and rusty boots. Beside the oobk lay
a bajf of flour, a rasher of bacon, and
two jugs stopped with corncobs.
Milly stopped abruptly when she
found herself observed by the curious
eyes of eight strangers, then changed
her mind and crossed the icy little
brook and made her way toward the
tire.
A big, black-whiskered man dropped
his armful of horsefeed and looked at
her piercingly. "Lost?" he asked,
brusquely.
"No. I live two miles up the divide
I happened to hear you chopping, and
stopped out of curiosity."
The man's insistent gaze annoyed
her, but the forlorn, gaunt appearance
of the little group incited a little throb
of pitj and made her think gratefully
of her own cozy, cheerful little shack,
with Jim waiting for her beside the
glowing fire.
"I suppose yau are simply camping
here for the night," she ventured, look-
ing about at {be meager comforts ot
Hie eamp.
"Well, no," answered the blacs-
t-rowea man, who impressed her at
once as being spokesman of the party.
"We came down to prospset a bit.
There's talk of gold in this claim, and
if it's worth our while we may set up
lor a week or two."
"Oh. then, you'll be here over
Thanksgiving, won't you? I'd like to
away as though it were snow yieldinj [ have you aill take dinner with us to-
to lb? breath of early spring. Joint
came apart as easily as a child
block house is knocked down. Mr.
G . iy began to puff and pant. A
strange look of bewilderment came
into his eyes.
The cranberry sauce came on the
table. It was perfect. It did not, as
had been expected, hqve the thickness
and stringiness of glue. Mr. Grizzly
was breathing hard. And so it weni
through all the dinner, and when at
last he failed to find a hairpin and
two or three marbles in the mince pie
he turned white as a sheet and fell
to the floor. Physicians were sum-
moned and labored over him for hours.
When at last he returned to conscious-
ness he muttered:
"Fourteen years in a boarding house
and heaven at last!"—Judge.
Joys of the Small Buy.
The small boy, wildly and wonder-
fully befrescoed and besculptured with
tho cranberry sauce of the realm,
finds more all-around, subtle, soul-
charming, dreamy music to the square
Inch, not to say the square mouthful,
In ona drumstick than tn all the drums
of Christendom combined.—Judge.
Take That.
"I make a business of knowing ar-
•rythlng."
"Yes, and you know a lot of things
that are none of your butlnau what.
•Tar."—Cleveland Leader.
Zt
Not In Proportion 1
"Old yo' a' ST notice Itf*
•voti'". 1 at ?•'
o. r-'t nead to 1v
v 1 ' ml-M
moi row.
The man looked at his fellows with
a curious smile, half questioning, hilf
credulous. "It's rather unexpected,"
he remarked, humorously.
"Oli we're all neighbors out here
you kuow," Milly explained, cordially
"My husband would be very glad to
have you with us. We are from the
east, and we're used to having com-
pany for Thanksgiving."
"Your husband is a prospector, too,
I taku it?"
"Oh, no. He came out here for his
health- two years ago. when be was all
run down with overwork. We expect to
stay here until he's quite well."
"We didn't notice any houses as we
passed along. Where do you live?"
"Two miles below here, on the Sun-
rise road, not on the trail. Will you
come over to-morrow?"
"Well, being as you're so kind as to
take the trouble to Invite us we'll be
glad to accept your hospitality, and
thank you."
"Very well. I shall expect you
promptly at 12. There are eight of
you, aren't there? I want you all, re-
member. Now, I'll" go, for the walk
Is rather long. You Cross the hill and
go suaight south till you reach the
Sunrise wagon road, which will take
you directly to our shack, going west.
Good night."
Milly returned in great good spirits.
Jim looked dubious at first, but he was
loth to damp the ardor of his good
little helpmeet by voicing his doubts
as tc the wisdom of inviting eigat
strangers to their home.
"You don't mind, do you, Jim?"
Milly asked, anxiously.
"Not a bit. If It pleaaos yon, let's
hare them by all means."
"You should have seen them! Qreat,
gaunt, hungry-looking fellows who
probably haven't had a good dinner
for a year. I do believe Providence
sent me across their path expressly to
give them a treat."
"I hope we have enough stuff on
hand." said cautious Jim. "It will
take heaps to satisfy eight hungry
men, >ou know."
"Of course we have plenty. Wall
kill both turkeys and I'll make four
pies instead of one, and two boiled
puddings besides. We'll have potato®.?
and turnips and the canned corn I put
up myself, and as much elder as they
can drink. For dessert we'll have raal
good coffee and Iced cake. Oh, we'll
nave enfeugh. you may be sure. Jim.
you must rig up a table big enough to
seat them all."
The} worked till bedtime that night,
peeling apples, seeding raisins, and
picking the turkeys. The next morn-
ing Milly rose long before dawn and
set about her baking and brewing,
while Jim put up a big deal table that
stretched almost the length of the
room, and by noon it was set with all
the luscious viands of an eastern
Thansglvlng dinner, set with homely
pialters and dishes, to be sure, but not
rougher In appearance than tne men
who finally seated themselves about
the steaming board. Jim beamed hos-
pitably from his place at the head of
the table and tried dutifully to "act as
il tho company belonged there." as
Milly had said. The big black-whis-
kered fellow, whom the others ad-
dressee. as Blaisedale, had the place of
"YOU WON'T REGRET YOUR KIJ3D-
NE3S. •
honor, becaiisa be sao-ned to be tbe
leader of tli«j gang by natural
lion, at the rest all deferred to iiSTt '
He watched Milly with a curious (n-
tentaess, which UuttRfi! a flush to (j.vr
and ma l bir slightly uiioiB-
fortabJe.
"Y«u're migfcty comforiably fixed tor
there diggings." calcf he, presently,
looking about the walls with their
homely prints and ornaments.
"Yes, we are rather comfortable,
thanki to Mllly's ingenuity.'' Jim an-
swered, with a glow of affectionate
pride.
"You're lucky to be able to afford
such luxuries, for all those fancy fix-
ings are luxuries in Colorado," Blaise-
dale remarked, significantly.
"Yes, I count myself one of the luck-
iest men in the world. I owe every-
thing to Milly, even my life. I was a
poor law student when we were mar-
ried, and when my health broke down
she simply took all responsibility into
her own hands. It was her money tnat
enabled me to come here. It's her Wt
of money that we're living on now.
All that she has in the world is in ths
little bank at Sunrise, where she goes
once a month to draw the necesssffy
Bum tdV our provisions. But now that
I've got to work we're making our way
along without much help from the
bank. I tell you I hated to use that
money bad enough, but if it hadn't
been for that the Lord only knows
what would have become of me."
Milly blushed deeply and becomingly.
"Why, It doesn't amount to that," said
she, with a snap of her brown fingers.
"All the money in the world would be
worthless to me if I didn't have Jim.-'
"I've heard a saying about a 'g«od
wife being a treasure,'" Blaisedale re-
marked. "Your wife proves the truth
of It."
The dinner was a great success.
Blaisedale, who seemed to exert a mys-
terious influence over his fellows, grew
very talkative and entertaining. He
told stories of queer places and queer-
er people which savored of familiarity
with lawlessness and lawbreakers, but
which kept Jim breathlessly interested
until the eight strange guests made
their adieus. When the company had
filed out of the little cabin door Blaise-
dale, who was last to go, turned at the
threshold and held out his hand to
Milly.
"You remind me of some one I once
knew." he said, simply, "and for her
sake I'd like to shake hands with you.
Thank you for your hospitality. You
won't regret your kindness, by tho
way "
"Queer fellow, that one." Jim re-
marked, as he watched the gang recede
down the wintry road. "You may be
sure he has a strange history behind
him.' 1
That night when Jim and Milly sat
talking beside their cheerful hearth, a
scrap of white papepssept mysterious-
ly under the door. Jim rose hurried-
ly aud threw back the door, but no one
was In sight, and not a sound broke
the deep stillness of the Icy night,
Milly read the note over his shoul-
der, and this is what It said:
"Seme curious whim prompts me to
tell you that it was our intention to
break into and rifle the little eggshell
bank at Sunrise before quitting these
diggings, but for the sake of Mtlly'a
•bit of money' it shall go unharmed.
Thaifking you for a pleasant hour.—
Blaisedale."—N. Y: Tlnws.
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Simpson, E. J. El Reno Weekly Globe. (El Reno, Okla.), Vol. 12, No. 40, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 30, 1905, newspaper, November 30, 1905; El Reno, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc167046/m1/2/?q=music: accessed June 4, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.