The Chandler Tribune (Chandler, Okla.), Vol. 7, No. 35, Ed. 1 Tuesday, June 18, 1907 Page: 2 of 4
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Danville, 111.—Spinsters and bach-
elor maids of this. “IJnole Joe” Can-
non's homo town, have joined hands
In a common cause.
They want the town bachelors taxed,
Furthermore, they want the tax grad-
uated according to age. The older
the man, the bigger the tax. demand
the unwedded women of Danville.
And, what's more, this is no idle
(dream; they have drafted their de-
mands in black and white, and it is
now before the common council of the
town in the form of a proposed ordi-
Literally, it Is a case of pretty much
the whole unmarried female popula-
tion of the town waiting at the
In Danville they have a delicate line
drawn between spinsters and bachelor
maids. A spinster, according to Dan-
ville definition, is one who is a maiden
because she can't help it. A bachelor
maid is a maiden because she wants
But l»e that as it may, all distinc-
tions have been cast to the winds.
Those that can’t and those that won't
alike demand that bachelors be taxed,
and the longer the eligible one re-
mains a bachelor the bigger his tux
mounts up, year after year.
There is no anonymity about the
thing, either. Old maids ami budding
debutantes have signed their names
in black and white to the petition.
Stirs Up City Officers.
Of course, the petition upset the
city officers. A meeting was hurried-
ly called by Mayor John II. Lewman,
City Clerk John Torrance, Fire Chief
G. W. Bridges and Councilmen Clar-
ence T. Rrltttngham, John H. Har-
rison, Joseph Mies, Samuel Strauss,
Michael S. Plant, Dr. C. H. Evans,
Clarence Haum and severul other
prominent citizens attended. Speaker
Cannon was Invited, but his Wash-
ington duties kept him away.
The matter was carefully gone over.
The pros and cons were put forward.
Married men and bachelors and one
divorced man gave their opinions.
“Remember, gentlemen," counseled
the mayor, “it is a very serious mat-
ter and a very delicate one, which de-
imands our most patient attention. I
dread to think what might happen
tshould we take a wrong stand in the
Finally the whole proposition was
left to a committee, of which all were
to be bachelors and a majority law-
yers. This committee of experts was
carefully chosen from among the most
popular bachelors of the town, in or-
der that everybody might be sure of
having a fair show. It consisted of
'Court Stenographer Harry Hrltting-
ham, Circuit Clerk John W. Barger
and Attorneys Thomas A. Graham, M.
F. Keegan. William H. Dwyer and
Ray F. Barnett. After careful con
sideration they decided to issue a
statement to the expectant unmarried
members of the gentler sex.
They took the bull by the horns. In
a word, they demanded that before
action be taken they have the priv-
ilege of meeting the petitioners. Here
is the bachelors’ official reply to the
proposition for an ordinance provid-
ing for a graduated bachelor tax for
the unwedded adult male population
“We, the single men of Danville,
would like to make the acquaintance
of the unmarried women of this com-
munity who are so much interested in
us. We would like the privilege of
petitioning the city council, ns a mat-
ter of self-defense while awaiting fur-
ther moves of the enemy, to enact an
ordinance taxing these unmarried
women of Danville $50 for each time
they turn one of us down, not because
we feel aggrieved or wish to get mar-
ked, but as a matter of protection.
“The above appears to be a fair
ooposition. If the unmarried women
of this city who are behind this move-
ment against our peace of mind are
'n earnest and have a grain of human
sympathy, they will meet our propo-
sitions fairly and squarely. It is up
to them to do so, and we don’t think
they will evade the self-im|>osed re-
This didn’t pour oil upon the
troubled waters of Danville’s spinster-
hood at all.
“There isn’t a peg on which to haritt
a single romance,’ sneered one elderly)1
maiden, “let alone hundreds of ro-
mances. I>et'B reply to them, girls!”
"Let’s!” chorused spinsters and ,
bachelor maids, ail in one breath. *
And after a week this volley of hot |
shot was turned loose upon the ene-
“We have read the reply of the Dan-
ville bachelors to our appeal to the
city council, in which they make a
counter proposition to tax us $50 for
every time we turn them down. We
are willing to agree to this provided
they will agree that the following
proposition is a correct position for us
“Objects” That Are Barred.
“‘We do not propose to turn down
any of them because they are ugly of
face, but when one of them comes
around to see us, fastened to the end
of a big cigar, having not the slightest
semblance to a man, and who has the
appearance of not being able to sup-
port himself, much less a wife—then,
out he goes.’
“One would think by the comments
in .’elation to this matter that there is
such a thing as a matrimonial tree,
and all that any girl wanting a bus-
band must do it to shake the tree and
down comes a helpmeet.
“Laying aside tne thought of such a
ridiculous proposition, we desire to
present the facts. We wish to say
frankly that we feel rebellious against
the fate that forces us into the com-
mercial world, where we must, go of
necessity in order that we may earn
a living. Not a day passes that we
do not feel that nameless longing—
a yearning for protection, for shelter,
for a good husband’s tender care and
"How we hate the noise, bustle and
worry of the commercial life! How
we hate the competition, the clamor,
the drudgery, incumbent upon us who
must go through life alone, battling
every day against a cold and heart-
less world in an effort to earn our
“Every finer instinct in us cries out
against the coarse, rude life of the
business world. Women, and only
women, possess warm hearts which
have depths and heights of feeling
that a man can never hope to under-
stand and which many of our gender
are too sensitive to admit.”
Thus did the spinster souls of Dan-
ville’s maidenhood lay themselves
bare to all the world.
Results have already followed.
Bachelors who golfed with other
bachelors last year are golfing
in mixed foursomes this season.
Bachelors who went to dinners and
dances and teas during the winter
months with no further idea that
their fair friends thought of anything
more serious than the latest mode in
dresses or the daintiest confection in
headgear have had their eyes opened.
Cupid Will Be Kept Busy.
Within a short time many sweet se-
crets may be confessed. It is freely
predicted that if the social upheaval
crystalizes into an ordinance provid-
ing for a bachelor tax, the crop of au-
tumn and winter brides will beat all
Things have gone so far now that
City Clerk John Torrance, dean of
Danville bachelordom, lias been threat-
ened with social and political ostra-
cism unless he takes a wife. Hut ho
lias escaped from both by large ma-
jorities, much to the joy of his cronies
of the clubs. Now he has come out
with what is both a suggestion and a
“The old maids have taken us by
! surprise," said he. "We were of the
| opinion they were all more than satis-
; tied with their condition. In fact, sev-
eral of tlie boys have complained that
j they have been adopted as 'brothers’
by our fairest spinsters, in lieu of a
closer alliance. We have bombarded
them for years with candy, flowers,
theater tickets, dances, moonlight
rides and proposals of marriage, but
not one of us has succeeded in getting
them Interested in matrimonial mat-
ters. Now that 4hey have confessed a
desire to obtain homes and husbands,
I don’t believe the bachelors will be
found slow by any means.
Suggests Ciub for Girls.
“My experience has shown mo that
: we who have our clubs are more at
I home in them than in the drawing-
: rooms of these girls, who have ap-
■ peared human icicles, notwithstand-
i iug our most ardent campaigns. I
1 would suggest that the bachelor girls
j also form a club, and that their rooms
contain u reception or billing and coo-
ing room where their friends can
spend a pleasant hour occasionally,
becoming acquainted with those who
desire to be brides.
“Of course, I don't Want you to
think we are over anxious to get mar-
ried, but on behalf of the buchelors of
Danville l will say that there are some
of us who will surrender gracefully
and gladly if we have the right oppor-
tunity. This would be a better plan
than to try to bulldoze us by having
an ordinance passed taxing us. That
would only make us more stubborn.”
And so it is still “Waiting at the
Church” in more ways than one in
Sure, Things Are Never so Bad but
They Might Be Worse.
The Irishman sees everything
through rose colored glasses, says a
writer in the Guidon. He is support-
ed, too, by a simple, sturdy faith, a
spirit of resignation and unworldli*
ness worthy of the saints of old.
The dread blight had fallen on the
fields in most of the district where we
were visiting in Ireland, and the po-
tato vines hung limp and brown. No
word of complaint was spoken, and
when the likelihood of famine was
mentioned the answer came:
"Danger, ma’am? Yes. there is, in-
deed, but God is good. He’ll find a
So, too, about the hay. The sum-
mer had been terribly wet, and for
days the new mown hay had lain on
the ground. It was an anxious time.
“What will you do,” 1 said to Mike,
“if tills weather keeps up? Your hay
will surely be ruined."
"Oh, please God, it won't keep us,”
he answered. “He’ll send us a bright
day soon, just to sec how well we ll
“What a glorious night, Mikey!” 1
said to the boy, as lie and I and the
donkey drove home under the August
"A fine night, indeed, ma'am.
Thanks be to God for giving it to us!”
They showed us, on the road to
town, a gentleman’s place where, in a
stretch of what noi long since had
evidently been thickly wooded land,
stood stump after stump of giant
trees. Four or five years ago, when
the winter was exceptionally long and
cold, the peasants suffered from scar-
city of peat. They begged this land-
ed proprietor to sell them wood, of-
fering not only to pay his price, but to
fell the trees and carry them off. He
Again and again they begged, for
the suffering grew intense, but he
would not let his land be marred. One
night there came a wind so frightful
that it seemed for a time as if the
“big wind" were blowing again. In
the morning the highway along this
proprietor’s domain was impassable.
Huge trees, blown to the ground, lay
across the road for a distance of two
miles, and the forest beauty was a
thing of the past. The town authori-
ties ordered the obstruction cleared
away, and the peasants got for noth-
ing more than they had been refused
“Twas the hand of God was in
that, ma'am," 1 was told, “for, with all
tlie wind, not a poor man’s cot was
harmed, nor another tree on the coun-
tryside, onl> those. God always looks
after His poor.”
“So young Ritchley Kadd isn’t to
marry Goldie Stiles after all?”
“No; he got scared.”
"Well, well! And I heard they had
gone so far as to rehearse the wed-
“Yes. that was the trouble. They
had rehearsed five times, and Richley
said the preparations for matrimony
were such bard work that he was
afraid that he couldn't stand the
real thing at all.”—Catholic Standard
To Remove Finger Marks.
The lintels of the doors of a room
and the woodwork around the win-
dows when enameled white or in pale
colors frequently become marked with
the impression of finger tips. A
piece of flannel dipped in kerosene
will effectually remove all traces, but
after rublbng the woodwork the sur-
face should be washed with u clean
cloth dipped in very hot water, this
being the only method of amoving
the smell of the oil.
Lord Rosebery seems to be as dis-
tinguished in stock breeding as in pol-
itics, literature and horse racing.
There was much interest lately in the
sale of 44 of his Jersey cows and
heifers at Dairy Farm Mentinore, the
highest price being $210 paid by Lord
THE DINING ROOM.
1 It Is Generally the Neglected Apart-
ment of the House.
The dining room generally is the ne-
glected room so far as furnishings are
considered. As a place to go into at
meal times it is provided with a table
and chairs, a sideboard and china
closet. The windows are curtained,
the floor is laidiwith a rug or carpet,
the wall is papered, and pictures are
hung, then the room is thought to be
finished. What, arc* the possibilities
for making this part of the house
interesting? If we begin when the
plans of the different rooms are drawn
up by tiie architect we should put in
a plea for placing the dining room in
a position where it will get the best
morning light, the full sunshine of
day hours, and the lingering gleams
of sunset. This means an exposure of
east, south and west; but if tills happy
combination is impossible to reach,
then one of the three may be the sub-
stitute. If only a north light, how-
ever, is available for the (lining room
especial care must be given to the
coloring to make up for its cold out-
One point that should be thought
pf in making a new dining room is its
shape. Long, straight lines or those
exactly square are almost sure to
create an uninteresting interior unless
helped out by built in furniture or
artistic woodwork. Color effect makes
the quickest appeal to our interest in
auy room, and particularly in the
dining room. When furniture is to
he bought for the dining room the
plain oak—called massive—styles in
the various light or dark stains will
be found to give more character than
the ordinary golden or antique oak,
and tables without carved work, rush
seated chairs, and china closets with
latticed panes will make a more
artistic room than the ornate patterns
and showy effects that cost the same
amount of money.
The lighting of the dining room can
be made a pleasing feature, or, on the
contrary, a most distressing one. The
rival of a famous beauty, so the story
goes, in her endeavor to show the
latter at a disadvantage, invited her
to a magnificent dinner party, and
then placed her near some bright
green candle shades. To sit facing a
glare of sunlight will spoil the most
enjoyable meal, and a table poorly
lighted will bring equal discomfort.
Just the right amount of light can be
arranged after a little experimenting
with curtains, gas, or electric shades,
and all windows should have practical
means for shifting the curtains dur-
ing the day, according to the need for
more or less light.
TO “AGE” NEW LACE.
Wrap It Up in Newspaper, Says a
Woman Who Knows.
Now that real old lace is the rage
and comparatively few women are
lucky enough to own any, there is a
demand for a process by which mod-
ern laces may be made to have the
| real “old" color.
Out of the south come all sorts of
; old-fashioned ideas, says the New
York Sun. An elderly southern wo-
; man. hearing the complaint of a New
j Yorker that hardly any of her “old”
lace really looked the part, gave a
recipe for making new lace look old
which she says has never failed in
producing tthe right color.
"The whole secret,” said she, “lies
in a newspaper. We southern women
used to put away our fine laces at the
beginning of summer to keep them
nice for the social campaign of the
“We would cut strips of newvspaper
a trifle wider than the lace to be
tinted and carefully sew the edges of
the lace to the paper. Then we would
make a roll of newspaper about as
thick as an ordinary mailing tube and
roll our lace trimmed newspaper
strips around this with perfect smooth-
“Next we would wrap the whole in
blue paper and seal up the ends. In
the course of two or three months our
lace would have the most perfect
’old’ look you ever saw. A hundred
years couldn’t bring about any better
results than a newspaper properly put
“I know all about the coffee tint
and tea tint and dyes, but nothing can
ever equal newspaper as coloring ma-
terial for lace where one wants to
wear ‘heirloom’ lace bought about two
To Remove Finger Marks.
The lintels of the door of a room
and the woodwork around the win-
dows when enameled white or in pale
! colors frequently become marked with
the impression of finger tips, says
Woman's Life. A piece of flannel
dipped in kerosene will effectually re-
move all traces, but after rubbing the
woodwork the surface should be wash-
ed with a clean cloth dipped in very
hot water, this being the only method
*»f removing the smell of the oil.
Allow one-half cup of grated choco-
late to three cups of milk and one cup
of water. Place the chocolate into a
little cold water and rub until smooth.
Pour slowly into the cup of boiling
water; add one-fourth cup of sugar.
Let this boil one minute, then pour in
the three cups of milk, which have
been scalded. Boil five minutes, and
serve in chocolate cups with whipped
If a lamp flickers or does not burn
brightly, put the burner in a pan of
boiling water, to which has been add-
l'd a half cup of common washing
soda. Let boll for UO minutes, lake
out, and when thoroughly dry put
back ou the lamp.
By Belle Trimble Mattson
irrii inww i imrnimi
(Copyright, by Joseph J3. Howies.)
Her eyes brightened as she sat
alone in the flickering firelight. The
cool greens and grays of the room
took on a little Hush, and her face
The next hour would decide lier
life; she was gambling with Fate, and
there was a pleasurable excitement
It mattered little to her which
came first; the colonel could give her
devotion, not to speak of his wealth
The doctor could give her an equal
devotion, and the companionship of a
keen and vigorous intellect.
Jack did not count. She had given
him the rendezvous only that she
might complete her revenge. He was
not really in the running.
Why should she marry again at
all? But then, why not? She was
The Next Hour Would Decide Her
young, and widowhood had begun to
pall. It was a life-habit with her to
rid herself of things when they palled.
A servant brought a card. So! It
was to bo the colonel.
Picking from a tall vase one of the
long-stemmed lilies the colonel had
sent that morning, she went slowly
down, her soft white gown floating
about her and deepening the dusky
shadows in her hair.
A great tenderness filled the heart
of the old man as she entered the
bright room, with his lily in her hand.
He came toward her eagerly; with
old-fashioned courtesy he took her
hand and led her to a chair.
He spoke of the weather and other
trivial things. She watched him and
listened. His step had not elasticity,
his figure was no longer vigorous, the
ring was gone from his voice, and his
“It pleases me to see you with my
lily. They reminded me of your fair
sweetness when I saw them this morn-
ing. May I hope?"
He stopped abruptly, and she
turned her face to his. She noted the
flabby lids of hie eyes. Still—
She opened her lips to say “yes,”
and in a moment was surprised to
find she had said "no."
When he had gone, she went, to her
own room again. The lilies oppressed
her; their perfume seemed heavy and
weak. She buried her face gratefully
in a huge bowl of vivid red roses,
with cool soft petals and a spicy
breath. The doctor had thought, them
so like her marked personality and
abundant vitality when he selected
"Seud Mary with these lilies to old
Mrs. llarnard, and take this bowl of
roses to the library.”
So, it was to be tlie doctor. Would
he come next, or should she give
Jack Farnham his conge first?
A nervous ring w’as followed by the
doctor's card on the tray of the im-
maculate inaid. She wras rather glad
he had come first. It would add a
sharp little point to her remarks to
Jack Farnham, if she had already
promised herself (a another man.
She ran lightly down the stairs. He
was standing by a table turning the
leaves of a magazine.
"Fine article that, on the chemistry
of foods," he remarked, when the
greetings were over.
She felt chilled. The chemistry of
foods! Probably that was his daily
diet. How professional he was!
Those keen eyes behind the spectacles
were likely at this moment taking her
in as a “subject." She knew this was
an injustice, but the thought came to
her all the same.
Was he considering capillary action,
when her cheeks flushed and her
eyes brightened? She moved, impa-
tient of her own thoughts.
She felt like an Insect under a
microscope. His presence had never
impressed her like this before. As-
suring herself of her own absurdity,
she smiled back at hint, and he,
pleased that he had gracefully pre-
vented the formation of ice In the at
mospherr. went on deepening her Im-
Oh, It would never do. She could
not sit opposite those professional
eyes three times a day for the rest
of her life. She would Just be a
She broke on him almost abruptly,
not answering the sentence ho had
"Dear doctor, I am sorry to pain
you. You came for an answer to-day.
and I must say •no.’”
"There is nothing I can say? Noth-
ing could change your decision? It.
will be a deep sorrow to me else.” He
spoke in a measured tone, keeping a
firm hold on himself.
"No,” she said. "No. Hut, believe
me, I am sorry.”
He stood up, very grave and white.
"You will pardon me, if 1 go at once?"
Bowing over her hand, but not ven-
turing to look in her face, he went
out of her life.
She felt ashamed at the relief that
came to her, when she knew she was
not, after all, to be the doctor’s wife.
She sat, thinking still of him, when
"Mr. John Fabian Farnham’s” card
was brought her.
"Show him into the hack parlor,
and say that I will see him presently."
When the servant had gone to do
this bidding, she rose and stood be
fore a tall glass. Was her hair right?
This man must be made to feel her
desirability. It must be crowded on
him, and he must then be made to
feel, what he had seemed a little
blind to heretofore, that this desirabil-
ity was beyond his reach.
Should she wear some of his vio-
lets? How nice Jack always was
about remembering what flowers one
loved, and all those little things that
No, she would wear none of his
flowers. They were filling with per-
fume at this minute that back parlor,
where this masterful person was like-
ly tramping about.
He was not tramping about; he was
standing very still as she came into
Tall, very dark, with a thin, keen
face, his one beauty was his eyes. He
had several years the advantage of
her 30, and he bore heavier traces of
those that had passed over him.
He did not seat himself, and his al-
titude seemed to forbid her doing so.
Breaking resentfully through this Im-
pression. she sat down, forcing her-
self to say, as she tucked a cushion
into just the right spot; "Sit down,
won’t you? it seems more friendly.
And don't glower at me, 1 beg. It in-
Laughing a little at the idea of in-
timidation, he hesitated a moment,
then came quickly to her.
“Thank you, yes. I will sit down
but I can’t, 1 really can't, rise to
frivolities in conversation. It takes a
woman," he went on, a little bitterly,
“to absolutely disguise every feeling.”
He sat down before her, he took her
hands, he almost crushed them, in-
deed. "Nell, you will come to me?
You do love me? Is the love of a life
not worth the taking? 1 have loved
you always, dear—I think from the
foundation of ihe world. Can you get
along without, a love that needs you
Alas! for Jack. There it was—tlie
otfl masterfulness. She would none
of It. Could she "get along," Indeed!
She drew back from him. "Thank
you; yes, I am getting along very
He only stared at her, still leaning
"The love of a good man is an
honor to any woman—"
"Hut I cannot accept yours, and
give none in return," she went on.
unheeding his scornful interruption.
“My heart Is in the grave with Her-
"Really, and truly?" he spoke slow
ly, as If trying to grasp it. "Do you
mean that? You—will—not—marry—
“I will say good-flight.” He spoke
briskly, as he arose. Ills shoulders
looked very square; his brown eyes
had lost ail the softness of a moment
Bowing stiffly, he left her. She
listened. The servant had left the
hall, and she heard him pause. She
knew he was getting himself into his
Now he was going to the door.
She leaped from her cushions. She
ran. Oh, suppose he should get out
before she reached him!
"Oh, wait," she gasped. He stopped.
"Jack, Jack," she panted. “Come
back. My heart isn’t In the grave
with Herbert at all. It is going out ot
the door with you this minute, and
I’ve just found it out."
Why Glasses Are Clicked.
In answer to a correspondent who
asks, Will von finally settle the ques
tlon why glasses are clicked when
people drink a toast In wine?" a Bei-
lin paper says: "Your question
should have included beer. The ancient
form is observed with that beverage
as well as with wine. There are many
versions, but the most logical Is the
one which Is based on the supposition
that a good drink is so worthy of re
sped that in taking It all one's senses
should be employed. One sees the
liquid, tastes it, smells its fragrance
| feels its effect, and the glasses art
I clicked so that the sense of hearing
may also have a share in the plea*
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