The Fairview Republican. (Fairview, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 39, Ed. 1 Friday, June 24, 1904 Page: 3 of 8
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HAPPY COMRADES.
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■tV^»en Donald and his grandpa go out to
take a walk,
They have no end of .Jollity and confiden-
tial talk.
They have so much In common, and they
never disagree,
Though Donald’s only five years old and
grandpa seventy-three.
They visit first the barnyard to see the
cows and sheep,
Though stopping at the pigsty to take a
hasty peep.
They see the fluffy chickens, the goslings
and the hens,
And watch the turkey-gobbler aJ b«*.»\Vuts
along the fence.
They go to see the kittens In a barrel in
the shed.
And they hear the rooster crowing in the
hayloft overhead.
And the startled guineas cackle as the vis-
itors appear,
And the cross old gander hisses when the
couple get too near.
Then hand in hand they wander adown
the dusty street, y
Between two rows of maples where the
spreading branches meet.
A robin nods a welcome jis the jolly people
pass,
Andl a hop-toad jumps and tumbles to the
shelter of the grass.
In the bushes by the roadside they hear
the catbird call,
And a frightened chipmunk scurries to his
hole within the wall.
They get some pussy-willows in a hollow
by the brook,
And they watch the minnows swimming in
a little sheltered nook.
Then trudging slowly homeward, they end
their jolly walk
■With happy shouts and laughter and con-
fidential talk.
They have so much in common, and they
never disagree,
Though Donald's only five years old and
grandpa seventy-three.
i-Erastus Hibbard Phelps, in Youth’s Com-
panion.
ICE CREAM AND
OTHER THINGS
By WICKLIFFE GRAY
* | S it good Willie?” There was a look
1 of frank amusement and interest
on Hal Brooks’ face as he watched the
youngster oppo-ite him.
“Yeth,” answered Willie. His eight-
year-old tongue was not so afflicted as
to merit the term “tied.’'- But Willie’s
mouth was full 10 overflowing with Ice-
cream.
“Most as good as ours on Sunday,” he
added. “Mamma lets me have two
saucers then." There was a rueful note
in his voice as he scraped the last drop
Of melted ice from his saucer.
“Suppose you have another now,”
suggested Brooks. He beckoned a serv-
er. Willie’s face showed indecision.
Mother's teaching had always been
moderation. When he had been permit-
ted to spend" the day with Jimmie Har-
mon, Willie remembered, he had been
cautioned not to have more than one
helping of any one dish. But surely
such reasoning could not apply to Mr.
Brooks, who called on Sister Edith so
often, and had gone riding with her on
a bicycle almost every day all spring.
Going to somebody’s house was not like
being met on the sidewalk, just like a
man, and being Invited Into the fine,
big ice cream parlor.
‘Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry,
peach?” queried the waiter. Sureiy
mother wouldn’t object when it was
forced on a fellow like this.
"Y-e-s, I believe I will.” Ho looked
appealingly nt Mr. Brooks, who sug-
gested questloningly, "Chocolate?”
"Yes, sir. if you please.” At least
be had said “please,” just as mother
told him alway-3 to do, and being polite
would keep it from being wrong, if it
was wrong at all. A psychologist might
•eay that Willie was using a conscience
salve, like a good many grown-up
folks sometimes do. At all events Wil-
lie brightened and looked across the
table almost lovingly at his host.
“Do you like to wear those big stove-
pipe hats, Mr. Brooks?” he asked. The
house was filling and it seemed proba-
ble they would have to wait for the
cream.
"Well, no. I can’t say t do, Willie.
They’re not half so comfortable, now,
as a cap.” He indicated with a nod
his bicycle headcovering 011 an unoc-
cupied chair.
“What makes you wear ’em, then?”
Mother’s visitors, and some of
Edith's, nearly always discussed
clothes and things; and when one Is a
guest for two Ice creams one must do
some of the talking.
"Well,” Brooks smiled confidentially,
bo to speak, “1 suppose I wear ’em
because other folks do, and say it's
the proper thing.” Willie made a full
pause to take In the Idea.
“Does everybody do things just be-
cause otlur folks do 'em?” he queried,
finally, as the waiter placed the cream
before him.
“That’s about the size of it, mostly,”
Brooks agreed.
“But somebody lias to start doin’ the
thing first, don’t they?” “I believe so,
Usually."
“But what makes the first ones
Start? They don’t have nobody to
copy after, do they?" It was certainly
nice, thought Willie, to be able to ask
questions and not to be told to “shut
up" or “run along.”
"Do you dko Ice cream, Willie?”
asked Brooks. Willie was startled into
a blush’, so obvious was I ho fact that
bo did love It. And Mr. Brooks’ eyes
were twinkling, too. "Yos, sir," he
admitted.
“Well, that's Hie name reason that
makes some folks start doing things,
and then other folks begin to copy
after them.” The light, of only partial
comprehension showed In Willie's
eyes. He did not. disbelieve, but he
■wanted all doubts removed.
“Then that's why you come to see
Sister Edith?’ he asked. “Bo's the
other follows will come, too, and take
her out to ride on bicycles,” he uddeil
Ju explanation.
“Well, no—er—not exactly, Will'l
That's what you might call an excel
tion to the rule.” s
“Oh, I know! My teacher says al
of 'em have ’em.”
“Have what?" Brooks asked. “ ’Cep
tions to the rule,” said Willie, “Ok
I see,” said his host. Willie mad
away with a large spocnfnl of crean
with unconcealed satisfaction. How
ever, there were still other webs to h
untangled.
"Is riding a bicycle an exception, Mi
Brooks?" he asked.
“Well, I should say—that depend;
Willie.” Mr. Brooks took a sip o
water. “What does it depend on, Mr
Brooks?"
"I should judge on the person yoi
were riding with, Willie." Mr. Brooks
eyes grew reminiscent.
“Then Sister Edith helps to male
the 'ception to the rule, Mr. Brooks?
Mr. Brooks eyes grew suddenly ex-
pressive. “Sister Edith and a bicycle
make a remarkable exception, Willie
“Then can I tell her you don’t want
the other fellows around, Mr. Brooks?”
Two ice creams certainly demanded a
return favor.
“No! No! Willie, you mustn’t say 1
word about It. Not a word. “Now, re
member—not a word.”
“It’s so, then, is It. Mr. Brooks?"
“What is so?”
“What papa said.”
“What was that, Willie?”
“That you and Sister Edith rode bi-
cycles together a lot.”
“Is that all?” asked Mr. Brooks.
“No, not quite—” and Willie hesi-
tated.
“What else did he say?” Mr. Brook;
was leaning across the table now.
“You won’t tell anybody I told you?’
“Not a soul.”
“Well, he—he—said you must be it
love.”
W-h-e-e-w, he did!” Mr. Brooks dis-
played well-feigned surprise. “And
what did Sister Edith say?”
“Sister Edith? Oh. she just put hei
arms around papa’s neck, and said:
‘Don’t, now, dad!”
"And what did papa say to that?”
“Oh, he just laughed, and then they
all began to tease her till she oried a lit-
tle.”
“Who were ‘they all,' Willie?” Mr.
Brooks’ voice was stern.
"Why—papa and mamma and—'nd
me." Somehow Willie wished now that
he hadn't.
“And did anybody say anything else.
Willie?” Mr. Brooks didn’t seem sc
cross after all.
"Oh. yes! When Sister Edith got tc
crying, papa threw his paper on the floor
'nd made sister sit on his knee, ’nd told
her he’d give her a brand new bicycle
and she pould wear It out ridin’wlth you
if she liked. I wish I was In love and
could get things like that,” he added
ruefully, as the last bit of cream disap-
peared.
“Don’t worry, Willie. It’ll come all
right in time. Was (hat all?”
“Yes, only mamma said you was some-
thing—oh, I remember now! She called
you a ‘ ’legible young man.’ And Slsler
Edith Just scooted upstairs to her room.”
* Mr. Brooks paid at the cashier’s desk,
and then detached his bicycle from the
rack in the little side room. Willie ac-
companied him to the street.
“Say, what does ’legible mean. Mr.
Brooks?" hd asked, as his late host thrpw
one leg over the saddle of his wheel.
Mr. Brooks regarded the youthful but
earnest face with twinkling eyes. “I
think I could guess, Willie,” he said.
"But guessing in such’matters is hazard-
ous. A man might be 'legible, you see,
and still not be acceptable. Sister Edith
and I are going to take another bicycle
ride this afternoon, and I'm going to
find out then if the two words mean the
same thing, Willie. But you mustn’t
tell a soul, you know—not a soul,”
“Ail right, Mr. Brooks. Thank you
for the cream.” he called after the re-
treating figure.
HUNTS HOUSE NINE YEARS.
New York Woman Has Been Watch-
ing- Real Estate “Ads.” for
a Long Time.
“Women ever read the real estati
news? Well, you just, bet they do,’
said the broker, answering his owi
question, relates the New York Times
"Of course there are a good many
women more or less interested In th«
real estate market as owners, or per
haps as speculators, but I don’t mear
that kind. Lois of them look over th;
reports every day to find out whethei
anybody is going to move away 01
whether they are going to have any
new neighbors. And if Mrs. Jone;
thinks she can find out how much Mrs
Smith got for her house she will read
(he conveyances every day for six
months.
“But i have in mind one woman
who not only reads all the news but
the real estate advertisements as well.
I'd lei! you her name but for the fact
that I expect to sell her a house some
day. She’s been looking for a house
here in my section for over nine years
that 1 know of, and she lias never been
known to miss an ’ad.’ if I Insert
one in a Sunday paper, telling about a
house of the general sort for which
she Is looking, she’s here bright and
early Monday morning. That’s a dead
certainty and I’m ready to bet on it.”
THE FAMILY LINEN CHEST.
It Should at All Times Be Kept Per-
fumed with Appropriate
Sachet Powder.
A dainty housekeeper always takes
pride in the arrangement and freshness
of her linen closet. The faint fragrance
of lavender blossoms about the bed
linen is always a delight. Inexpensive
sachrets made the length and width of
the closet drawers are sometimes used
as linings, In preference to the ordinary
white shelving paper. These satchets
should not, of £ourse, be strongly per-
fumed, but simpiy made of one layer of
cotton batting over which a little vio-
let or other satchet powder is scattered.
A few dried lavender blossoms are es-
pecially nice. The cottom batting is
covered with cheesecloth in any soft
color the housewife may’ fancy. The
satchet is then tufted with embroidery
silk and tiny bow-knots of narrow rib-
bon.
Sometimes fastidious housekeepers
make sachet strips of white butchers’
linen, eyeleted at either end, and run
with No. 1 ribbon. The perfumed pads
of cotton batting are slipped into these,
and may be taken out when they are
sent to the wash.
The simplest way of arranging the
linen chest or the bedroom bureau
drawers is to line them with clean white
shelving paper, and place a small
sachet in each one. If these sachets are
made of -glace or India silk in deep
colors, they do not become so easily
soiled as when made of cotton. If a
sachet is to be filled with dried rose
leaves or rose sachet powder, dull rose
colored silk should be used. Lavender
colored sachets are filled with dried lav-
ender blossoms.—Kansas City Journal.
BABY COCARTS IN CHICAGO
PERFUMES AGAIN IN STYLE.
For Several Yeans Scents Were In Dis-
favor, But a Reaction Has
Now Set In.
The smart woman of to-day lias her
own special perfume, and. if she is par-
ticularly faddy, she has a special man
distill it from a special flowex after a
special recipe. For the last five years
It has been considered in wretched taste
to wear the slightest suspicion of scent,
but the reaction has set in, and now
the toilet water, toilet powder, bureau
drawer, note papeV, hats, soaps, face
creams, and all the belongings of the
1904 girl are permeated with her special
brand. And why not? Beauty has long
ago set Its approval on the practice, and
many a famous woman of history had
her choice scent. The memoirs of Re-
camier, De Stael, La Pompadour, Du
Barry, and hosts' of others mention par-
ticularly the fragrance that surround-
ed the rooms and person of the old-time
beauties. To be sure, the fastidious
woman of our day does not saturate her
hair and handkerchief in odors. She
will not even use a liquid perfume. But
by the discriminating use of fragrant
satchet bags well distributed In gowns,
hats, coats and gloves a delicate aroma
Is wafted that Is extremely agreeable to
the most fastidious of noses.
Some of the best-llkgd scents are Par-
ma violets, white rose, and that newest
favorite which is called water Illy. This
last Is an oriental mixture of powders
which Is very lasting, and possesses a
peculiarly foreign perfume that Is very
pleasing.
They Have Supplanted the Baby Car-
liage Because They Take Up
Far Less Boom.
Chicago has more gocarts adapted tc
the use of small children of American
parents than any other city in the
world. And the demand for the gocart
Is still growing, in spite of the fact that
some of the medical authorities if
Great Britain have been writing mono-
graphs upon Its use by American womei
who are visiting that kingdom.
Two things above all others in Chi-
cago have made for the demands for th;
gocart. First of these is the flat build-
ing; second, the congested down-towr
district, which may bring the mothei
of the middle class seven miles to Stat;
street to buy two yards of ribbon. Anc
coming down town with the baby thai
is In short dress, how Is it possible with-
out the gocart? How, otherwise
could she get down from a fourth-floeJb J
apartment with the perambulator? And
how else Is it possible for her to pul
it on an elevated train, as with the go-
cart, and bring it into the loop dis-
trict?
But, in spite of ail this, the Britist
physician is quoted as saying of the go-
cart in the United States: “Perhaps ba-
bies of too tender age are not put ir
them; perhaps In the rush of trans-
atlantic city life such trifles as curva-
ture of the spine and malformation o'
other bones do not count.”
Looking over the modern gocart at
It is seen in the store" at prices rang-
ing from $2.75 to $4.95, the layman whe
may have a baby of his own is struck
with the fact that In all probability th;
designs were not attested by any par-
ticular body of men or women who hav;
at heart the improvement of the humar
race. Such a machine seems in the
first place adapted to the convenience ol
space rather than to the convenience and
comfort of the baby that is to sit in it.
It will fold up until it isn’t thicker than
an ordinary mattress, and in its folded
condition it will stand alone when the
baby might tumble headlong. The bot-
tom of it will not adapt itself to a re-
clining position; it has a pair of spring;
which are remarkable for the quality ol
springlessness; the bottom is of hard-
wood and the wSeels are designed as ii
TYPICAL CHICAGO GOCART.
SAME OLD THING OVER AGAIN.
ENTANGLED HEART DESIGN.
How to Make a Sofa Pillow That Is
Unique in Conception and Pretty
in Appearance.
Nothing could be more novel and at-
tractive than the design of entangled
hearts on this pillow. Make the cover
of blue linen and cut out a number of
white linen hearts of various sizes and
scatter over the background In a sug-
gestive way. When you have them
placed In position paste each one neatly
to The foundation. Now with silk but-
lon-hole stitch around a11 the edges,
some with blue, some with white ftlo.
Over the whole design lay a heavy piece
of white fish net, or outline the net I11
white linen or mercerized floss. Edge
I Public Schools in Russia.
Social Service gives some late statls-
tics regarding public schools in Russia.
There are 84,544 public schools In the
empire, of which number 40,131 arc un-
der the Jurisdiction of the minister of
public education, 42,588 under the Juris-
diction of the holy synod, and the re-
mainder tinder other departments. Of
the pupils, 73,167 are adults, 3,291,69 4
hoys and 1,203,902 girls. The teachers
number 172,000. The maintenance of
these schools cqpls more than $25,000,-
000, The uverite school tax for city
schools Is $9.50, and for village schools
five dollars por pupil.
to make them respondent to the slightest
pebble or the least noticeable rut in the
roadway.
"Did you ever ride over an Irish road
in an Irish jaunting car?” asked Dr. Jo-
seph B. De Lee as-a return question. "Or
over a corduroy road in Wisconsin, hold-
ing with both hands to the rail of a buck
board seat? Probably when some of the
present babies of the gocart have grown
to these adult experiences they may get
an Idea of some former existence from
the jaunting car and thebuckboard. Cer-
tainly one may Imagine the babe’s get-
ting about the same relative shaking up
from the gocart,
"The menace of the gocart, I should
say, would be In putting babies into it
before they are old enough to sit up
properly. It would be Impossible to give
a positive age limit at which babies may
he put Into such a cart, for the reasor
that such babies at eight months ole
are more able to sit up than are other;
that are a year and a half old. In gen-
eral, however, a baby should not be pu‘
into dqe of these carts until It is one
and one-half or two years old.
"This is not to say that a child wil
lie thrown out of shape because of a little
riding in such a vehicle; In all probabil-
ity its greatest suffering would rom(
from the shaking up It would receive ir
the beginning. At the most this woule
reflect upon the nervous conditidn of the
child and keep it awake when it shoulc
be asleep. .But if the human body a’
any stage of its development were
susceptible to gocart posturesas tocroo
spine and thighs and hones of the pel
vis, there wouldn’t be a straight man ir
Chicago.
‘‘The mother of the child nowaday;
does not expect to stay at home and be-
come a nyrse; she wishes to get out ol
doors herself, and she wants to take
her child into the air. The gocart is
tlie solution of the difficulty, especially
if tlie mother lives In a fiat or an apart
ment. in coming down town, where
the mother cannot leave tlie child wlti
a competent nurse, the gocart is the only
possible means by which she can ge’
iuto State street for shopping. She
cannot strati tlie child to her back, ant
site cannot carry it; she trundles the
little one to the car line, folds up tin
cart, and stores It In a corner until site
reaches iter destination, after which the
child may be put. back into it and be
wheeled all over the loop district, if the
mother wishes. The cart has come to stay
with the mothers of the middle class.
Chicago Tribune.
Care of Baby’s Bottles.
In artificially fed children Ihe bottles After ShlrtB Are Ironed,
should lid boiled daily, and the tuhoi. Afler ironing shirts, etc., place ihem
and oilier rubber parts should W> by Ihe fire till perfectly dry , for this
Soaked for <1110 hour in water conta! 1 rulck dry Insures their being ns stiff o'
Ing 25 per cent, of pure giyr.erln ~] possible.
m
THE HEART SOFA PILLOW,
the cover with a heavy blue and white
cord lied at one corner. Another way
which might he easier for some, would
be to stamp or draw the hearts on a
piece of wliite linen, lay this over Ihe
blue, embroider the edges, and when
finished cut the superfluous white linen
away, leaving the design on tlie blue
background.—Woman’; Farm Journal.
Miss Gusherly—I suppose it’s very-
hard work to find new ideas for your
musical comedies.
Ruyters Kramp—I never tried to.—•
Chicago Chronicle.
Same as Old Clothes.
Harry, aged five, had been lelling
the minister that his father had just
got a new set of teeth.
“And what,” asked the good man pa-
tronizlngly, “is he going t() do with
ills okl ones?”
“Oh,” replied the little fellow, with
a deep sigh, “I suppose mamma will
cut ’em down and make me wear ’em
—Cincinnati Enquirer.
IMPORTANT OMISSION.
The One Thing Needful.
“Whwt do you think of those song,
without words?" asked the fair maid aj
she arose from the piano.
“With a little alteration they woulJ
be divine,” replied her bachelo- -elu:
tlve.
"How could they be Improved?” sh)
asked.
"By omitting the music also,” he an
swered.—Cincinnati Enquirer.
The Hand of Time.
Mother—Why, my dear, what’3 th
matter?
Daughter (tearfully)—I—I am losin|
my beauty.
"Nonsense!”
“Oh, it’s true. I went to Bargaitf (I
Co.’s to price goods, and the clerk wild
waited on me began to look tired befor*
I’d been there an hour—boo, hoo, hoo!1*
—N. Y. Weekly.
MATTER OF OPINION.
%
“What books are those you are pack-
ing, Henry?"
”'#.iese—it’s that set of One Hundred
Best Books that fool agent got me to buy
last fall.”
"O yes. I looked all through them this
morning for something that would give
instructions on how to pack books,”—
Chicago Tribune.
Flint and Steel.
Mrs. Highmore (with cold dignity)—
To wh.-tt am I indebted for the honor of
this visit?
Unexpected Caller—To your careless
servant, perhaps, madam. I dare say she
forgot that you were not at home.—Chi-
cago Tribune.
“Say, waiter, how do you pronounca
C-a-m-e-m-b-e-r-t cheese?”
“It is largely a personal'matter, sir.
A gentleman who was in here last night
pronounced it the worst he ever saw.”—
Chicago Tribune.
Solid Comfort-
Don’t keer how do worl’ go—
Never want it all;;
Ef you never t,je fur. |
Won’t have fur ter fall.
—Atlanta Constitution.
The Last Word.
Church—I took my wife home a phono
graph.
Gotham—And did it please her?
“It did at first; but she finally broke
it into bits.”
"You surprise me!”
“Well, you see, that was the only way
she could get the last Word.”—Yonkers
Statesman.
DIFFICULT UNDERTAKING.
In the Parlor.
Ills words of love delight her,
She’s such a lonely.
He makes her life much brighter
By turning down the gas.
—Philadelphia Press.
A GREATER DEPTH.
4
Chef of bon vivant, who is about to
give a dinner—The composition of the
menu presents serious difficulties, sir.
We couldn't get credit for anything ex-
cept a basket of vegeti. ,Ies, eight her-
ring, two boxes of caviar and a pineap-
ple.—Fliegende Blaetter.
She—Do you Tememher Iasi week,
when we had a few words, I said that
you were just as disagreeable as you
could bo, and that I hated you as much
as I could hnte anyone In this world?
He (anticipating apology)—Yes, 1 ro-
ritember.
She—I didn’t know you then as well
as I. do now, or 1 shouldn’t have said
that.—Ally Sloper.
Snys the Young Father.
Is sleeplessness contagious? Why.
There’s no disease to match It!
Whenever baby gets It, I
Am always sure to catch it.
—Philadelphia Ledger.
Commendation.
“Do you consider Buskin a greut an
tor?”
"No,” answered Mr. Slonnington
Barnes.
“He Bpeaks very admiringly of your
performance.”
“Buskin is not a good actor, but he is a
remarkably line critic.”—Washington
Star.
Her Experience,
race problem is a
dreadful
"This
thing."
“Yes,” answered young Mrs. Torkins;
whenever I see Charley gel n pencil and
begin to figure on tlie entries In u race
I know there’s going to he trouble.”—
Washington Star.
One May Wish.
Mu, I wish you’d gimme some
Tommy
eahe.
Mother—Tommy! Didn't I tell you
not lo ask for t ake?
Tommy—I ain't askin'; I'm Jest
wlshlm’.—Philadelphia Public Ledger.
A Lovely Spot.
One of the loveliest spots I think
My vision ever saw.
Was when I wished an ace, tottil.
And got it in the draw.
• —Yonkers Statesman.
x Why He Lost Out.
“Darling,” ho said,, "your many
charms Intoxicate me."
"That settles it,” replied the practical
maid; “I’ll never marry you.”
“Why not, dearest?” he asked.
"Because,” she replied, “if what you
Hay is true you’d be drunk all the time.’’'
—Chicago Dally News.
yottns
A Deep Problem.
“Mildred, what brings that
man to the house so often?”
“Well, his mother's stepfather mar-
ried a second cousin of father’* great-
aunt. Wc’rc trying to figure out what
relation that makes hint to me, and
that can’t he done In one evening.”—
Tit-Bits.
An Inquiry.
lie—I don’t seo why you shouldn't
believe that you're the only girl 1 evei
loved.
Fhe—Why; did all the olher girls b^
lh*. e it?—Judge.
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