The Mangum Star. (Mangum, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 16, No. 19, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 12, 1903 Page: 3 of 8
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Th« Prodigai'i Return and What He Saw.' think a brick-bat a very simple
"Well, John, we are glad to see 'product, and we had no previous
you back, hope you had a good -dga of the amount o£ complicated
t!™ Well, pap, I reckon I did; I've, machinery ™ up-to-date
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beon most everywhar since I've
been gone. I've been to Leger and
Granite, Lone Wolf, Hobart, Wil-
low, Bettina, Delhi, Madge, La-
dessa and Mangum, and I just am
here to tell you right now, Man-
gum am the place. Oh! she is a
sight. I went to a show or some-
thing of that kind. I can't tell
what it wuz; on it took a dollar to
git in. I wuz a settin' there wait-
in' fer the clown ter come out when
I looked at the door and I seed
somethin' comin' as black as ink
with feathers on it. I knowed I
hadn't never seed nothin' like it
afore, and when it got closer I saw
there wuz a woman under it. She
had it roped to the back of her head
and it stood up 'bout two feet 'bove
her head. There wuz a little fel-
fer following her 'bout a rod off
that wuz 'bout as close as he could
get to her. She had on a kind of
dress stuff—looked like it would
make fine Sunday shirts. I guess
she bought all there was and just
let it drag 'long behind her. Well,
she finally took a seat right in
front of me. She begin to draw in
her calico and pile it up in her lap,
and when she got through she
looked like a counter in a dry goods
store. Well, sir, I couldn't see
nothin' fer the business she had on
her head. I called one of them fel-
lows what shows you your seat and
axed him if I might move and he
said, 'no, sir.' I told him if he'd
give me my dollar I'd go home,
but I had to stay. But after while
a red-headed bald-faced clown come
out and said: 'Ladies, please re-
' move your hats.' Well, sir, if you
had seen that lady trying to get
that business off her head you
would have died. She could not
get her hands high enough to pull
the stake pins out, and a lady sit-
ting by her helped her and they
both finally got it down. Well,
the old clown, he told about a nig-
ger settin' down on a bumblebee,
and Mr. Bumblebee invited him to
plant of that class. We wish we
could give the reader an intelligent
idea of the working of the different
ingenious mechanical devices and
processes in preparing material,
etc., but our lack of technical
knowledge and command of proper
words prevents our doing so. We
could only look on and wonder,
and wonder and look on, probably
with eyes bulging out like a Gal-
veston sandcrab's while we watched
beautiful, smooth brick gently
handed out in pairs as rapidly as
two men could place them on bar-
rows, to be borne to the kiln. We
could imagine this work being done
by some wizard or intelligent spook
hid behind the machinery. If the
reader has never seen a like plant
it will pay him well to visit this
one, even if he has to walk several
miles.
The same day we visited the
Mangum Mill & Elevator Cos',
plant. As in the brick-bat case, in
our boyhood days we thought the
material of a loaf of bread a very
simple product—as it really was
when water-power crushed the
wheat between two circular stones,
one revolving and the other stand-
ing. The only preparatory pro-
cess, if any was used, consisted in
running the wheat through a screen
to remove what farmers called
cheat and cockle. T^e polite head
miller, a German, conducted us
through the three stories, explained
the use of machinery and compli-
cated processes employed in a first-
class modern merchant mill in con-
verting a sack of wheat into one of
Mangum's virgin white flour. But
here, as at the brick plant, we are
A REAL * * :
FALSE FACE!
By ALEC BRUCE
arise and he did; then he told 'bout unable to give the reader a definite
some fellers drinkin' and goin' idea of what we saw. If he has
home late, the clock struck one | never gone through this mill we
advise him to do so and recnive an
one
and his wife struck, too, and he
struck the western hemisphere,
then everybody laffed and went
home. I seed the next Monday
morning a big cro^ going in a
place, and I seed men movin' in
and out like something wuz the
matter, and I run up and when I
got there it wuz nothin' but Slim
& Shortie and their clerks carry-
idg stuff in and out; one man wud
buy a stove, 'nother meat, flour,
nails, and everything. Land sake!
it wuz good as any show to see 'em
fellows juggle stuff in and out like
the shuttle to a machine. My head
began to swim; I got a dime's
worth of Star and here I am. But
when you-want to buy anything
go to Mangum, look for the sign,
'Slim & Shortie,' and go in; they
will do the rest."
interesting object lesson.
As we wended our way home-
ward after the two visits, recalling
what we had just seen, we imagine
we felt something as did the old
lady who, on seeing a monkey for
the first time exclaimed: "Well,
I do declare! I wonder what they'll
make next!" Tenderpoot.
Two of Mingum'i Industrial Enterprises.
During a life of over three-
fourths of a century it has been
our fortune :to see many young
towns west of the Mississippi, some
of which had but a mushroom ex-
$300 for Letters to Enooursge Emigration, j
The Rock Island System offers
twenty prizes, of the aggregate val-
ue of $390 for letters relative to
the territory along its lines in Ar-
kansas, Kansas, Indian Territory,
Oklahoma, Texas and New Mexi-
co. Letters should deal with the
writers experiences since he set-
tled in the Southwest. They should
tell how mnch money he had when
he arrived, what he did when he
first came, what measure of suc-
cess has since rewarded his' efforts
istence, while others became im- J aud what he thinks of that portion
portant business centers, Kansas of the coutry in which he is lo-
City being among the latter. Such ' cated. Letters should not be less
is generally the case in all newly I than 300 nor more than 1500 words
develoyed sections, and we may ' in length, and will be used for the
expect its repetition in Oklahoma.! purpose of advertising the South-
As yet, we are merely a Man-1 west.
gumite tenderfoot, but during our Letters are desired, not only
five or six months' residence we ■ from farmers and farmers' wives,
have tried to keep our eyes open but also from merchants, school-
and take mental notes of Mangum's teachers, clergymen; from every-
business and municipal enterprises,1
one, in brief, who has a story to
and have reached a definite aud, 'tell, and who knows how to tell it.
we think, well grounded conclusion, j por circular giving details write
We notice a large majority of j0jin Sebastian, passenger traffic
busiuess firms are composed of j mauager R0tk Island System, Chi-
pushing, wide-a-wake young men,1 cago, 111.
possessing that hustling, get-there-'
quick spirit which has revolu-
tionized modern business enter-
Notioe, Confadarata Vaterana.
You are hereby called to n meet-
prises: but we are surprised that a ing of the third brigade ex-confed-
few seem to have failed to learn the j crate veterans, at the court house
value of home-used printers' ink in
their local newspapers. We be-
lieve handbill method of advertis-
ing a delusion and a snare, though
these generally unread bills are
mighty handy for starting stove
fires, for which the citizens should
be duly grateful.
We also notice that those having
capital do not seem to keep it
locked up and idle, but invest it in
such enterprises as serve to push
the city to the front. Thus we
have resetted the conclusion that
Mangum is rapidly Incoming "a
blooming daisy" among Oklahoma
in Mangum on the second Satur-
day in January, the same being
the 9th day of January, 1904. Let
every member attend that can, or
send delegates, as matters of im-
portance demand this meeting.
By order of Sam Porter,
Brig. Gen. Commanding 3rd di-
vision Oklahoma.
Henry C. Gim.ii.ani), adjt.
All papers friendly to the cause
please copy.
W. 1C. Kelley, the jovial repub-
lican front Jester, was in Mangum j
yesterday. He informed a Star
reporter that Albert I,ockesold his
♦ ...Copyright, 1UUB. by T. C. McClure... ♦
"Gustave Vernon, Theatrical Supplies
and Fancy Costume Maker." Above
the door In big gilt letters that Is niou-
sleur's sign, and but for It any one
passing along the dingy alley would
wonder why the enterprising agent had
not invaded with his monotonous "Por
itent." Against the paint blistered door
and windows a cheap green cheese
cloth, crumpled and faded, screens off
the broad Interior. To street view there
is nothing on dlBplay, nothing save the
Intricate weavlngs of the spider and
the inevitable remnlns of his unwary
victim.
Inside, however, all is different. The
store Is large, low in the ceiling and
when without artificial light very dark,
for the alley is narrow, and the build-
ings 011 the opposite side are high. Hut
If It is dark monsieur is saving in his
light bill, and there Is a luster, a mys-
terious sheen, pervading the entire
room. On varicolored pedestals rising
In tiers on every side from floor to ceil-
ing stand hundreds of glittering fig-
ures. Some are wax, some wooden,
some papier maclie, warriors In bur-
nished coats of mail, kings and knights
In pnrple and gold, queens and ladles
in silver and silks, crowns and coro
nets, spears and shields, serpents and
dragons--everything In the world of
tinsel and spangles. And here and
there, cunningly shaded beneath pow-
erful reflectors, a few ruby electric
bulbs do duty for a fifty light chande-
lier. and the effect is mellow, pleasing,
not dazzling, as monsieur would like !t
to be.
In the false face corner, the darkest
In the store, sits a girl, a mere silhou-
ette against the yawning archway
leading to the gallery above. She Is a
small, trim figure In a dark blue skirt
and white shirt waist. Her face is
small and pale, set in a wealth of Jet
black hair twisted smooth and high,
with a glittering butterfly algret flut-
tering In it, and she is painting, paint-
ing whiskers op bluff King Ilal. On the
table before her she has all the colors
and implements In the professional art-
ist's box, and she paints with the Japa-
nese deftnpss of touch—one, two, three,
a curl, a curve, a daub, and the thing
is done.
Above her dainty head hangs a heter-
ogeneous stock of faces, life size and
wonderfully lifelike—Richard the I.lon
Hearted scowling at Robespierre,
Svengall sneering at the pope, a smil-
ing <;ibson girl ogling the sulky Na-
poleon. and far down, down on the
floor, sits his majesty on nshes of clin-
kered sin.
In the store all is quiet, not the tick-
ing of n clock, not the purring of a
satisfied cat, not even a street urchin
whistling in the alley outside, just an
occasional little sniff from mamselle's
sensitive nose.
Suddenly a door opens out from the
wall above. Unless you saw It open
you wouldn't believe it wns a door. It
has been very carefully cut in the par-
tition, and the pnrtltlon is stained a
dull olive green. There are many
such cunning little stage traps In Gus-
tave's, and It was Gustave himself who
popped out his crisp, curly head.
"Junle," he whispered, looking anx-
iously dowu at the trim little figure be-
low.
"Ah, mon pere," she breathed, smil-
ing up Into his face, "surely you are
early, mine. M. Nugent, he will not
come until 4, nnd I give hoetn one hour.
M. Hammond, he will come at 5, and"—
"Rut eet is 4 now, Junle, past 4, my
child," said Gustave softly.
"Hush! Footsteps! Sin fol, mon
pere, he comes! In, In, monsieur!"
Click! The partlUon door closed
tight. Svengnll and Uie pbpe swung
outward to the length of their strings
and still moved when Mr. Nugent
came up to the little table.
"Junle," he began, very tenderly.
"Oh, M. Nugent!" sho responded,
with a swift upward glance, and weut
011 retouching the royal Bluebeard.
For a moment ho gazed dreamily on
the smooth, blaclc hair colls, bent a
trifle lower than need he. Was It the
ruby light? No! At least so he promptly
decided when he caught sight of the
widening tinge of pink on her rounded
cheek.
"Junle," he related earnestly.
"Monsieur." she whispered, warnlng-
ly and with a roguish twinkle In her
eye, "you see I am very busy. Mon
pore Is behind. Rut Iv eet Is anyzlng
you want to buy son of course I am
here to attend."
"Junte," ho murmured, nnd his voice
trilled nnd tremble<l, "you know that
what I want la priceless. I cannot buy
It No man can ever buy It. Junle, I
want love, your love, my Junle," nnd,
throwing discretion to tho winds, ho
came perilously near the table.
She laid King Henry aside aud dis-
posed of the paint brush where It could
do no harm.
"Hush, hush, monsieur," alio caution-
ed, aud her eyes traveled swiftly over
tho gallery of mnsks. Why that faint,
flickering smile? Was It a smile? In-
voluntarily, but ouly for an Instant, hla
gaze followed hera. Yes, It was a smile,
and It spelled encouragement for him.
With a confidence born of the dark and
solitary corner, lie seized her small
wlUte hand and looked hungrily Into
her eyes, indignant, she tried to Jerk
it away, but he only clasped It tighter,
drawing nearer, nearer, till she felt the
warmth of h«. breath on her face.
"I love you, I love youK' lie cried pas-
•innately. "No, no, do not shrink from
mc, Junle. You used not to shrink from
Why—ah! perhaps you do not believe
me, but I have money, dearest. It will
be yours—yours and—and mine, Junle.
And we will go away, far away"— He
stopped suddenly when she hung her
head and allowed her bund to rest
quietly In his.
"And we will be married, monsieur?"
she whispered.
For a moment he did not answer. A
dark flush stained his cheeks, spread
quickly to his neck and ears as she
brought her sparkling orbs to his.
"Ye-es, Junle."
"And tonight you will ask mon pere,
monsieur?"
"Junle!" His quick tones held sur-
prise und pique. "Surely, that is—is
needless. " T-this is a secret, dearest,
I"-
"Ahem!"
It was a very loud cough, and it
came from the gallery of masks.
"Y-your father," whispered Nugent,
dropping her hand and staggering a
little ou the polished floor. "I—I will
see you again tonight—tomorrow, Ju-
nle!" And in a flash he was gone.
Rut the door had scarcely closed and
Junle had Just time to snatch up her
work nnd begin where she left off
when Dick Hammond, with heavy step
and a hearty voice, announced his wel-
come presence.
"Mamselle Vernong," he said, play-
fully enunciating her name, "you said
monsieur might come tonight, aud he
Is here. Where Is mong pere? I want
to see him. Tonight? Yes; tonight.
OPERA HOUSE,
Wednesday, November 18th, 1903.
iOne Night only-
I
waut his Junle. When he says 'Oul'
we will hunt a priest, my dear. The
license, see!" And joyfully he flour-
ished a pale yellow slip before the
girl's dancing eyes.
"Ahem!"
Hammond started, straightening up
to his full height, which was (i feet 2
in his stocking soles. For a moment he
stood alert. Then, stepping back a few
paces, he stared fixedly at a face pro-
truding from the wall above.
"Hy Jlnilny. Junle," he gasped, "lv
thnt ain't the cutest flz I ever saw I'll
swallow my collar stud! Jes' look at
Mm. See Mm wink. See 'lm grin. Jim-
lny, Junle, how much for the skit?"
"Dick, Dick!"
Mamselle was In his arms and shak-
ing with laughter. The grin on the
face was spreading perceptibly, and
the tense features twitched and quiv-
ered convulsively.
"How much?" persisted Hammond.
"Monsieur, monsieur, eet is not for
snle. Non, non! Eet Is a real false
face!" gulped the muffled voice against
his breast. "s<>e, now, eet is gone! Eet
is gone! Eet was mon pere—mon pere
Gustave Vernon," she cried brentliless-
ly, peering round and up as far as his
imprisoning arms would allow.
And Dick Hammond laughed loud
and long. Then, seated on his knee,
mamselle told him the why nnd the
wherefore of It all. Mon pere had fan-
cied Nugent because he hail wealth,
and theatrical supplies were not boom-
ing Just then. Rut Junle would have
none of him. "And why? He is ono
scoundrel, Dicky," she explained. Trop!
Mon pere did not believe it so. So she
had devised a plan. She had to do
something, nnd the plaii was the real
false face.
Rut now mon pere Is satisfied. He
only smiled and said, "Oul; ah, oul!"
when Hammond asked, "May I have
her, Gustave?"
"PTCICS BAD BOY"
by
EX-GOVERNOR GEORGE W. PECK, OF WIS.
Prices 25, 35, 50cts
Show will arrive by Special about 5 O'clock.
BMHM
Our Shop
Houan In Fes.
In Fez, the capital of Morocco, most
of the houses consist of several stories,
each being provided with n light ve-
randa running round It nnd connecting
the rooms. All the windows nnd doors
open out Into the paUo, or courtyard,
the window openings in the upper sto-
ries being covered with close trellis-
work. All the houses have flat roofs,
with a wall some four to six feet high
running around, nnd from 4 p. m. until
sunset the roofs are given over to the
ladles exclusively, who can then walk
about nnd take the frosli air without
being seen by nny of the opposite sex.
This reservation Is a lnw which Is
never broken, nnd no mun would tie
guilty of being seen on his or on nny
other roof during tho forbidden hours.
Owing to the fact that the women of
the house are not allowed to bo seen
by any other man than their lord and
master nil domestic offices nre situated
away from the house proper. In mnny
of the Inrger bouses, besides the water
fountains, others playing scent or
scented water are to be found. Sec-
tions of the courtyard also nre slightly
sunk, and these portions are filled with
scented oil, which Is used to perfume
the rooms. Tho Moors nre exception-
ally particular In dlsenrdlng their foot
gear before entering a room or cross-
ing n rug or carpet. M'hey even chntige
slippers before entering the courtyard
from the street. Tints the houses are
kept beautifully clean nnd sweet nnd
are not, as many people would suppose,
musty or close.
IS ONE
Equipped Watch and Jewelry
repairing departments in west-
ern Oklahoma and contains the
best up-to-date tools and ma-
chinery for turning out high-
class work. Also our experience
at the watch-makers bench
Of 25 Years
enables us to do work as it
should be done. Our motto is:
"WE'LL DO IT RIGHT OR NOT
AT ALL." Thousands of good
watches are ruined by putting
them in the hands of the so-
called repairer.
But we will guarantee
stricty first-class work.
Jewelers and Opticians.
South Side Square, MANGUM, OKLA.
SAY! YOU!
HEAR US TALK!
Ills ltl*tInirnUli.'.l l'niili
A young lady, the beautiful daughter
of a western congressman, wns Intro-
duced on her arrival In Washington to
a dapper young government official, a
relative of the late Thomas F. Rayard.
During their talk about the Delaware
statesmnn she pronounced his name as
It Is spelled, giving tho first "n" Its
long sound. The young mnn felt It his
duty to correct her, saying that the
name was pronounced "Ryard." A
few days later lie sent hor a note ask
Ing for tho privilege of entertaining
her and some friends who were visit
lug her from the west by taking them
to dinner nt his club. In the reply tin
she wrote she suld she would have
been pleased to accept Ills Invitation,
only the messenger that he had
"bayard" seemed very "tayard" and
had dallied upon tho way, so that she
had entered Into another cngngotix it
before the note reached her. llowov r,
If he "desuyard" her company at sotue
Id be "al-
*
If you need anything in fhe line of
WAGONS,
BUGGIES,
PLOWS,
DRILLS,
DISCS,
HARNESS and
SADDLE GOODS.
Call and See Us.
YOUR PATRONAGE is always appre-
ciated, and no matter how small your
purchases, you may rest assured it
will be our constant aim to sell you
the best goods that can be obtained
AND AT REASONABLE PRICES.
THE MANGUM IMPLEMENT CO.
South S ide Square.
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