Harrison Gazette. (Harrison, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 37, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 29, 1902 Page: 4 of 6
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HARRISON GAZETTE.
straight to the breeze as like
wort that human phalanx moved to
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E FRIKTINO CO.
HARBISON,
On* cow In the trust Is w#rth two
on the farm.
Honor bright, wouldn't you be a J.
Pierpont Morgan If you could?
The crew o£ the Chicago evidently
mean to live up to the name of their
ship.
Indications are that if Paris were
France it would be a cold day for the
latter.
Evidently the Russian peasants do
not consider it good fun to sit still and
starve to death.
FOR GRANDPA'S SAKE.
Baltimore has mobbed an ump
already. Who says Interest In I
game is waning?
Why not let William Waldorf Astor
Step imo Ihe pe«ri«BeT NO IMU CVer
paid, dearer for a whistle.
My rrandpa went to war long years ago,
I never saw him, but they told me'so,
And how, after a battle, sad news came.
Among the • missing" was my grandpa s name.
They never heard of him again, they said.
And so we know that grandpa must be dead;
And when I think of him, so good and brave,
I wish we knew where he had found a grave.
When Decoration day comes, every year,
I feel so sad. and sometimes shed a tear,
To see the soldiers' graves all spread with flower*
While grandpa cannot have one rose of ours.
So if some little Southern girl should know
A nameless grave where never blossoms grow.
I'd love her so, if there some flowers she d lay
For grandpa's sake, this Decoration day.
—Youth's Companion.
A new sleeping car is provided with
a bath for each passenger, but the
use of it is not compulsory.
The name of the Austrian cruiser
SzJgetvar and that of Capt Praprotnik
are almost equally formidable.
As the sultan of Turkey gets only
930,000,000 a year it is no wonder that
he cannot pay his personal debU.
It is understood that the hobo com-
bine will not make any effort to op-
pose the formation of the soap trust.
Paderewski. the prince of pianists,
cleared $125,000 In three months. Al-
most a good day's work for J. Pierpont
Morgan.
Baseball rules should be revised in
such a way as to permit each captain
to give his legal counsel a chair near
the umpire.
As summer advances there is the
usual revival of interest in the prob-
lem of getting into closer touch with
the north pole.
"Be virtuous and you will be weal-
thy'" says the venerable Russell Sage,
enjoying a retrospect of bis own
speckless career.
The Last Charge.
BY J. WHITFIELD SCATTERGOOP.
.Copyright, 1902, by Daily Story Pub. Co.)
Dressed in his only suit of navy blue.
Old Weak-Eyed Jones sat uncomfort-
ably on one of the backless benches in
front of the speakers' stand. The post
adjutant was reading the post orders.
The boys in blue, scattered hither and
thither, bent an attentive ear and held
their yellow-corded hats to one side to
shade their fading eyesight from the
waning sun.
Far away under the trees of the park
lounged hundreds of people. Polite
attention prevailed among those with-
in hearing distance; farther away the
hum of voices and shouts of unsup-
pressed laughter arose on the air in
unmistakable volume. This was sac-
rilege to the ears of Weak-Eyed Jones.
To him no event was more solemn
than the present, and it seemed the
tame dignity and reverence he felt
should actuate th- conduct of others.
The air was suffocating. Early In
°bWas that the foe there, entrenched
at the base of the hill, calmly waiting
with muskets primed and ready? But
never a man did he see falter. On-
ward they pressed, with music soaring
and flags flying. Into the fray and into
the face of death. Then, when the
first volley had been met and passed,
they were over tha breastworks and
upon the foe. He felt an absence about
him then. He looked for Billy. Billy
was gone! A bullet had carried him
down at the first onslaught, he con-
cluded. Then he saw the men In the
trenches waver for a moment, club
their muskets for a last feeble stand.
That was all; then they fled. The Fed-
eral troops, forgetting their orders in
the enthusiasm of the moment, were
a* quickly over the ramparts and
after them—through woods, over logs,
past gulches, and into the face of a
murderous musketry from above!
Presently Weak-Eved reeled and
fell from the marching column, strik-
ing his head as he fell. Grasping *
. bhade tree by the side of the thor-
I oughfare he slowly raised himself to
his knees. Had he. too, been struck
by a flying bullet? He put his hand
to his head. Yes. there was blood!
—and the bridge of his nose was gone!
But he forgot the pain momentarily
as he heard the older: "Charge the
crest of the hill!" pass from mouth to
mouth as It came from Grant. Hla
pulses leapt. His blood fairly bounded
1 at the worda He tried to rise and
obey, but he could neither see nor
walk.
"Hurrah fer th'—stars an'—stripes!"
he shouted in the exultation of the
moment, but the effort cost him throbs
of pain.
A vehicle full of belated celebra-
clock- \ ently, there came the long. low. sol-
emn roll of the drums—the slow, mel-
ancholy. almost human roll.
"Ah! it's—all—over!" he said, faint-
- got—mine yet
-ye, but—I'll
to move along. Shouts of "Hurrah!"
Hurrah!" greeted his ears from every
side. Proudly he lifted his head and
threw his shoulders back with unc-
tlous military dignity.
The ovation continued with increas-
ed enthusiasm as they passed up the
street. Someone tried to retaliate
with a "Hurrah for the boys of '61!" tlonlsts, hurrying after the procession.
heard his shout "A drunken soldier."
they said. Weak-Eyed thought an
to
but the voice was lost in the lusty
tide of cheering for "The boys of *98!
In the diS'
dust arising
Newspaper writers are at last mail-
ing a concession to ordinary readers
and talk about steerable balloons in-
stead of dirigible ones.
' ' ^ ■. v.
Now it Is a Worcester man that l
at work on a flying machine. The
aerial bacillus Is getting in its work
all around the country.
Prince Henry seems to have carried
home with him from this country the
reprehensible practice of riding his
bicy«*le on the sidewalk.
W. K. Vanderbllt, Jr . has bought
the fastest automobile in the world.
Get out the bandages and keep the
surgical Instruments handy.
Paderewski wept when he started
for Europe last week. Perhaps he
was afraid that before he could come
back again Morgan would have it all.
A Chicago man lost $8,000 playing
the races on "tips" that he received
from spirits. It's a wise spirit that
knows Just how the Jockeying is to be
done.
•I
Following the squad of soldiers came ammunition wagon was hurrying
a bicycle brigade, men on horseback, the front.
and. lastly, wagon loads of flower His sight cleared a little after the
girls dressed in white—wagons for first daze from his fall
strong, healthy girls, while decrepit tance he saw clouds of
old veterans must go afoot.
As the long line rounded a corner
and passed from the boulevard Into an
east and west thoroughfare. Weak-
Eyed Jones tottered. Bravely he pull-
ed his remaining strength together
and ambled on, his faltering footsteps
unable to beat time to the rapid mu-
sic. Many of his comrades, too. had
long since forgotten how to march.
And how few they numbered now—
these veterans!
Mount Zion cemetery was a beauti-
ful spot—lifted above woods and sky
Just beyond where the lake nestled
quietly between two hillsides—the val-
ley, with Its ribbon of a rivulet, wind-
ing verdure-laden at Its woody base,
the azure heavens outlining Its great
white gates. Its marble monuments.
Its flowering shrubbery. Its trees of
green, with rare exactness beyond.
Weak-Eyed Jones raised his eyes to
the hill yet In the distance. He could
see but the outline of the hallowed
spot rising against the lurid sky. His J Weak-Eyed Jones feebly raised him-
spirlt was awed! The heavy march | Beif upon his elbows and peered at the
iy.
Only a few women were at his side
now.
"It's—over," he gasped, "an"—Billy
—you'll have t'—go— with th' rest
—into th' trenches—an' under th
sod. But—not—me! They said I
c'd—go home. I'm wounded. Ill-
tell her—Billy—when I git—there—
that you—died a-fightln'—an' a-thlnk-
in'—o'—her! An' I'll—glve-her-th;
things—you sent,—her picture an
th' testament! You've-
—Billy. I give—em—t'-
not need—'em."
He attempted to rise, but could not
Some one held a flask to his Hps and
he drank.
The procession meantime wended
down the hill again.
The first columns swept past where
Weak-Eyed Jones was prone upon the
grass. Some one stepped out to hail
some passing vehicle. The mayor s
carriage aproached. "A Jolly old
drunk, there!" the occupants remark
ed. then Bowled away up the street
and out of hearing. Another carriage
swept past without a heed, a load of
flower girls drew near. The driver
was beckoned to halt, but his atten-
tion was centered upon his screaming,
laughing passengers.
The sun was now almost set.
Presently Weak-Eyed Jones feebly
raised himself upon his emaciated
elbows, peered with all the power he
could muster through Us almost sight-
less orbs in the direction of the blood-
red sun and moved his lips to
"Yes—they're waltin'—fer me
ly. I wish—you—was—a-goln'-
be said.
Later, when strange hands gathered
from the wayside all that was mortal
of the dauntless soldier, a withered
spray of honeysuckle slipped unheed-
ed from his nerveless grasp. In the
meantime the city had resumed the
noisy tenor of its way. and Memorial
day and its meaning had all but be-
come forgotten.
BIG GAME IN MEXICO
RETURNED TRAVELER DECLARES
IT IS A HUNTERS PARADISE.
Bll-
-too!"
was telling on his weakened body, his
steps were getting more and more un-
certain. A momentary dizziness came
over him.
"Hark!" Suddenly the music of the
fifes and drums floated to his ears with
a strangely familiar sound.
Old Weak Eyed Jones sat on one of
the backless benches in front of the , gade*—and yonder-yonder hlll-Mis-
stonary Ridge where, proudly drawn
A Kansas man has named his baby
daughter E. Pluribus I'num. He isn't
as crazy, however, as might at first be
supposed. She Is his eleventh, and the
other ten are living.
"I lore Americans.' said Paderewski
as he sailed away with $125,000 netted
during the past season. Kubellk says
au revorfr in the same way. These mu-
sicians can agree on something after
•11.
Here Most caused a riot In New
York 8unday evening. As a public
nuisance Herr Most has slready brok-
en all records, and there Is no reason
to hope that he Is anywhere near
through.
The decision of the American Alksll
company to reduce Its capital stock
from $30 000.000 to $3,000,000 seems to
he a sensible move. There are other
corporations whose cspltal should be
divided by ten.
Nicholas of Russia has bounced his
minister of war and foreign affair*
He gives no explanation. That's one
nk-e thlrjc about being a czar. H<
needn't give explanations If he doesn't
feel like doing so.
After two farewell tours snd a "fl-
nul farewell Actor Mansfield says he
will leav > the stage and devote him-
self to writing plays. What will some
of our critics do when he Is no longer
behind the footlights?
A New York doctor argues that In-
digestion Is st the bottom of the lying
habit. If pep*ln tablets may be pre-
scribed as a cure for prevarication,
the manufacturers may be Justlfled In
announcing a considerable rise in
prices
Another dividend has been declared
by the Standard Oil Company, which
shows profits of 10 per cent on Ita
9iOO.OOO.0OO capital for the past sis
months People who own Standard
Oil atock will continue to have meat
on the labia
speaker's stand.
the day the heated atmosphere hsd be-
come saturated with clouds of choking
dust, which rolled Into the city beblnl
hundreds of incoming farmers' con-
veyances But Weak-Eyed Jones took
It all with a generous degree of hu-
mility and uncomplaining. A young
couple at his elbow Indulged so busily
In conversstlon he could not hear the
voice of the adjutant, yet he bore It
silently. Even though his obscure
sight years before made almoit use-
less by a rebel mlnle ball, which car-
ried swsy the bridge of bis nose and
grazed both eyes. ws powerless to
penetrate the dust-heavy distance be-
tween htm snd the speaker he was se-
cretly happy.
His meditations were cut short by a
sodden commotion at his elbow. Peo-
ple were hurrying from their sests;
the program must be over. He was
carried along with the rest, towards
the speakers' sUnd. but he hadn't gun-
far when he noticed some one trying
to spesk. Above the noise he Jus-
caught the last phrsne: "Will do-
with a selection by the young ladles'
quartette."
Then It wasn't over yet! There was
to be one more number! He tried to
be seated, but a buxom country woman
Jostled hard against him. nearly send-
ing him off his rheumatic legs
The quartette commenced to sing,
but their voice* were drowned In the
tumult of confusion.
Presently a drum corps somewhere
out In 'be street itruck up "Marching
Through Georgia" the line com-
menced to form. Hurried along with
the throng. Weak-Eyed Jon*- took up
a marching position with others of his
blue-coated comrades. The heat was
*111 more stifling here, as they stood
walling for what seemed like houis.
Presently W*ak-Eyed began to grow
faint The mornlug had found him
physlcslly Indisposed, but never yet
having missed meeting with his sol-
dier comrades on the thirtieth of Msy.
he didn't propose to to-day. It might
be the la*t time— probably It would—
but be d gc this once!
The bsnd up the street struck up
"The Star-Spangled Bsnnsr"—he was
conscious of the column moving. He
had stood still so long his legs wers
almost stiff an'", action made him stag-
ger. but with the use of his caas hs
maintained his bslance and managed
blood-red sun.
"The smoke of the battle," he thought.
The music was still playing, clearer
and louder than ever, Indicating the
enthusiasm of battle. Someone ap-
It" took | proached his side.
him back to the front again, back to I Only a .crape-comrade!" he aald.
the days of '63! Once more he was a Never—mind me—1 11 be—all right
youth—strong, vigorous, in arms! ! soon. There's wo^k~7'e*
And could this, then, be Thomas' bri- i there!" He Indicated the hill with
wave of his hand.
"I tell you he's not drunk
sick." The man at his side addreased
some one near at hand.
In pity they tried to raise him to
Battle Ground Made Sacred.
Old soldiers on Memeria. day live
again In the memories of the past
The fierce battles and weary marcnes
are looked back to with pride. Of
the sanguinary day at Gettysburg
eastern writer says:
"Reader, when you visit the field of
the first day's fight, and you walk
past the spot where Keynolds fell
and enter the woods where every
gnarled tree Is torn by shot and shell,
you will see a line of monuments
crossing your patn. Pause when you
reach them, stand for a time by the
■tone that marks the center of the
Twenty-fourth Michigan Regiment
and recall the day of the battle. You
will then be standing near the center
of the Iron Brigade. On the right of
that organization was the brigade ot
Roy Stone, and on the left that of
Col. Chapman Blddle. Walk the line
of these brigades from right to left
ah, yes, you may walk the line of the
whole First Corps—and you cannot
step without treading upon ground
every inch of which was saturated
and made sacred by the blood of
heroes."
Ferocity and right «., <|nalltlee or h«
Wild lloK An FrobaMy IJnoqaaled —
Mountain Uoa. Stalk Ttoelr Human
Pr y for Mil**.
A civil engineer recently returned
from the hacienda of Jimulco, in
Coahuila. Mexico, an Immense prop-
erty containing over 2.000 square kilo-
meters, tells some stirring tales of
shooting wild game. Antelopes
abound, but great care Is necessary
in approaching these wily creatures,
owing to their habit of always plac-
ing one or two on guard while t)ie *ast
of the herd is feeding. The sentinel!
faithful to their duty, remain with
head erect, peering and sniffing to the
four points of the compass, and give
a Bwlft alarm the moment an enemy
appears In sight.
Not long since a party of young
men were hunting the Javali, or wild
hog. and coming up with a number,
one of the hunters succeeded In kill-
ing one and discounted to secure It.
As he approached his prey a dozen or
more Javali that were hiding In the
tall grass attacked him ferociously,
and one fastened his tusks In the
hunter's heel, hanging on like grim
death. The others came to their com-
panion's assistance, and the brute was
killed, but the tusks were sunk so
deep Into the heel that the hog s
Jaws had to be pried apart with a gun
barrel before the man was freed.
Strange as It may seem, the wound
closed quickly, and with no serious re-
sults.
On this same hacienda are both wild
dogs and wild burros, the latter being
remarkably swift and hard to take.
The dogs are said to be large and very
savage, with ugly countenances and
extremely long, coarse hair. Some
time ago a pup was caught and tamed,
developing Into a fine watch dog. but
though every effort was made to se-
cure a mate for him it has not been
possible.
It Is not generally realized that the
mountain lions of Mexico will attack
a man. but several recent encounters
show him to be as dangerous for men
as for beasts. One of the mozos in
a recent-hunting party had but one
hand, the stump of his left arm bear-
ing witness to a terrible struggle with
a lion he had shot and then approach-
ed. thinking the brute was dead. A'
gentleman who has hunted in the
state of Sonora tells of a certain
spring where two men have been
killed by lions while quartering there
for the night These brutes follow a
man for miles, like a panther, lured
on by the human scent and hopes ot
finding an opportunity to spring on
the traveler. A mountain lion was
recently killed In Mlchoacan 'hat
measured three meters from tip to
tip.
THE EXTRAORDINARY PART OF IT
he's
In battle array, the Confederate
legions awaited them calmly with a
welcome of leaden death?
And whence all this rub-a-dub-dub,
his feet. His legs would not support
rub-a-dub-dub. that fired the very i him; he collapsed again at the foot
blood within the veins? Ah' Foolish
question! Why ask when there was
Solfels. the drummer boy'' Nobody
but Soffels could drum like that' Sof-
fels was the only one who could make
his drum "talk" In accents so clear
and true—now gay. gay as the morn-
ing sunlight; now sad—sad as the
hour of death, as he turned the tide of
battle Into victory or defeat!
"Take the rlfle-plta at the base, then
halt and reform!" Weak-Eyed Jones
heard the order as clear as on the
day It fired the souls of tboussnds of
I'nlon soldiers to battle and to vlc-
of the tree.
A roll of drums floated across the
valley and Into the old man's ears.
"Hark"' be exclaimed, raising him-
self with heroic effort. "I hear—th'
sound o' vlct'ry!" Volleys of musket-
ry rang out on the air. "Give It—to
'em—boys!" he added
"Chances are against him," a Tolce
was heard to remark nearby. "He must
be taken to a physician."
"AW He's only had a drop too much
t' drink. I tell you." some one an-
swered.
Weak-Eyed didn't hear; his whole
Honor the Living.
Persons of middle age who but dim
you up ly remember the closing days of th«
awful struggle and the scenes of Joy
that followed the return of the sol
dlers to their homes, participate In
the ceremonies of the day with feel
ings of reverence, and the children
with almost a sense of awe. Rever
ently and gratefully we remembes the
services of those who fought and suf
fered for the union. We can but
strew with fragrant flowers the grave*
• >f the dear); we should with fragrant
deeds remember the living. Not lon|
are they to be with us. More grave#
call for tribute each year. 1-et us dc
the living honor while we may.
tory. The march of many feet was mind, his wnole being was centered In
heard; the glint of polished bayonets I another direction. Bark of Mt Zion s
seen. The stars and stripes stood crest the sun began to set. and, pres-
RimimMr the Sailors.
A worthy custom of Memorial daj
exercises Is the strewing of floweri
on the waters In memory of the sail
<irs of the civil war who perished It
the mighty conflict. And surely worth)
of honor are the men who fought witl
Farragut and our other great naval
leaders. In the exercises of the da>
they should never be forgotten.
PEACE!
rnklnd Comment on LlltU Towi In tba
•Into off Maiao.
Down In the state of Maine Is a
stretch of the poorest, sandiest soli In
all New England, and It Is ofllclally
known as the town of Durham. It's
soil Is a by-word and a scoffing in the
rest of the state, says the New York
Times. It is there that Frank W.
Sandford, the evangelist, built hN
famous "Holy Ghost and Us" school,
and called It Shiloh. One of the lead-
ing citizen* of the little town became
in that condition which permits of
the heirs squabbling for what has
been lett Iwhlnd Shortly after that
event the Rev. Mr Sandford was at
"Lewlston. and met the < bampion wag
of all "Down East." the Hon. 8tephen
\V Carr of Howdolnham, Insurance
commissioner for the state of Maine.
He had known Mr. Sandford's late
neighbor, and the departed acquaint-
ance became the subject of conversa-
tion. Mr. Csrr remarked:
"Smart, energetic, thrifty man; left
a tidy little proper^r."
The reply In a surprised tone was;
"Why. he left only $400'"
"Yes. but Just think of that."
drawled Carr. "He accumulated all
that $400 In the town of Durham!"
Kuropcaa I'alvonlly Hons*.
The conspicuous scarcity of char-
acteristic songs In British as com-
pared with German universities Is
probably due to other causes besides
the relative Indifference to musical
culture of British youth. The under-
graduate of Oxford or Cambridge
doe* not take himself with that prodi-
gious seriousness which characterises
the student of Bonn or Jena, and Is
not naturally inclined to regard his
university career as a separate Idyllic
phase of exislenco deserving ot a rev-
erent and enthusiastic lyrical treat-
ment His general athletic bias
makes him regard musical men" of a
serlo'is cast as a class npart, whose
proselytes ate fortunately few, while
on the occasions when his triumphant
soul seeks relief In uu.t or leas me-
lodious outpourlnrrs. ho Is apt to find
the simple directness of the latest
Anglo-American musical comedy fit
his needs quite fully. For Ihese dif-
ferent reasons, such an attempt as
has once been made recently to pro-
vide English university men with a
song book after the German pattern
Is not very likely to succeed. There Is
neither an adequate demand nor a
suitable supply. In Germany there
exists a great mass of student songs,
tiecause for general Iona the taste ot
the student has run In that direction.
In England there are hardly any
songs that have a special suitability
for university life at all. and any se-
lection made from songs at large Is
arbitrary and carries light weight
with Its Intended public.
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