The Post. (Brule, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 1, No. 33, Ed. 1 Friday, February 9, 1906 Page: 1 of 12
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NO. 33.
VOL. I. BRULE, WOODWARD CO., O. T. (SEE DATE INSIDE)
Sweetest of Songs.
Let the poets, if they wish to, praise the
warbling of the laik
Or the chirping robin’s twitter as he
hops about the park;
But there La no «< ng that cheers mo as
along llte’s road I peg
Like the lovely cackle, cackle of the hen
that’s laid an egg.
Very pretty is the lark’s song as across
the field he goes.
Very nice and sweet and tuneful, but it’s
nothing in your clothes.
If you try to get your living from the
lark you’ll have to beg,
Which is why I love the warble of the
hen that’s laid an egg.
Let the others praise the bulbul as it
sings among the trees,
Let them laud the tomtit’s chirping that
salutes the morning breeze. . •
From these birds the notes flow smoothly.
like molasses from a keg,
But give me the winsome warble o* me
hen that’s laid an egg.
— Louisville Courk r-Journal.
AN EYE OPENER
By ALICE Da C AR RET
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Miss Gilchrist had boarded an ele-
vated train on her way to the shop-
ping district. It was crowded with j
men and women going to business, :
but she was fortunate enough to get !
a corner seat, next to those running
crosswise.
It was not yet nine o’clock, but Miss
Gilchrist was anxious to get to the
shops early and have her purchases
sent home before nighL There were
several things, an evening waist or
two, a fashionable wrap and a stylish,
hat, that she must have before she
could let herself be seen by anybody.
'‘Anybody” meant Horace Whiting,
the dashing New Yorker whom she
had met the summer before at her
home in Pineville. His advent had
made her extremely critical of the
men she had known all her life, par-
ticularly of Oliver I^eighton, the
greatest catch in Pineville. At any
time previous she joyfully would have
taken Oliver for better or worse, had
she been able to bring him to the
point of asking her to, but now she
began to keep him at bay with a dis-
creet mixture of coyness and coquetry
that bewildered him, and naturally his
ardor grew as she became indifferent.
Whiting was certainly no better look-
ing than her Pineville admirer, and
not half as well bred, but his air of
knowing it all, his clothes and flu way
he wore them quite dazzled her. She
began to have brilliant visions of liF"
in New York that made Pinevi
seem unendurably dull and tame.
She couldn't say that Whiting ha
made love to her, but he had taken
her driving, singled her out on every
occasion, paid her many florid compli-
ments, and made her promise again
and again that she would let him
know the minute she came to New
York. So she could easily picture his
delight at learning that she was here,
and that he would have an opportun-
ity to entertain her as he had so often
assured her he longed to do. Whether
anything serious would follow she,
of course, could not tell, but she had
no intention of binding herself- to any
one else until she had given Whiting
a chance to meet her again. Mean-
while she had obtained a refusal on
Leighton, to whom she had promised
an answer within a couple of weeks.
The intervening time she would spend
in New York, and thus fit herself to
come to a proper decision.
Miss Gilchrist’s pleasing meditailons
on new frocks and hats, and the thea-
ters and operas to which she would
wear them, were ludely broken In
upon by some one’s trampling on her
toes. Two men were pushing roughly
by several women in their eagerness
to get possession of the cross seat next
her, which was just being vacated.
Indignant at their indecent manner,
she cast a look of contempt at their
backs as they settled themselves com-
fortably.
‘‘Well, this is luck!” said one. ‘‘I've
been out every night this week, and
dead tired.”
The voice made Miss Gilchrist start
and shrink back into her corner in
dismay. For an instant she was con-
scious of nothing but the danger of
her being discovered in her ouUif-date i
attire by*, the man who hadVfTiqkgp,
the very one on whose apprdjtl hupg !
so many of her plans. Her helm beat ;
hard and fast, but as she remembered i
the thick veil she wore her mind
grew easier, and she began to study
furtively the profile thabtvas so famil-
iar, aid yet so different from her rec-
ollection of it. Some way Whiting j
did not look at all as he had in Pine- 1
ville. He had pushed his hat back j
on his head, which gave him ai,boor- '
ish air, and as for his clothes,-‘^hey
were not conspicuous here; indeed,
there were half a dozen men in the
car who surpassed him on this
ground.
‘‘How’s business?” asked the com-
panion of the man she was scrutiniz-
ing.
‘‘Slow!” growled the latter. ‘‘I’m
dead sick of it! Makes me feel like
crawling into a hole and staying
there. But no matter what happens,
people seem to think you’ve got
money to burn. Girls are the worst.
Pay them the slightest attention and
they think you are bound to keep it
up. There’s never a let-up with them.
That reminds me,” feeling in his pock-
ets, ‘‘of a letter I had this morning j
from a girl just in from the country. ;
Met her last summer. Not a bad lit-
tle thing at all; the best there was in
the place. Not a bad note, either, is
it.” handing it to his friend. . j
"Not at all,” replied the latter, j
glancing over it and handing it back. !
"Quite clever, in fact.”
"Just so. Means, of course, that ^
she wants me to take her to the thea-
ter and so on. So I would if things
were a little easier, but I ain’t in
shape to do it now. When you come
to figure it out, it don’t pay. There’s
five dollars for seats, flowers five, car- I
riage five, supper ten—twenty-five in I
all. Take the girl home, press her
"Not a bad little thing, at all.”
hand at the door, bid her good night.
’Tain’t worth it! I’ll just wait a few
days ’til she’s gone back, then write
her a nice letter, telling her I’ve been
out of town, awfully sorry to miss her,
gild all that kind gof thins. It’s too.bad,
Fortunate enough to get a corner seat.
but a fellow must draw the line some-
where.”
The speaker wound up with a great
yawn, and threw his head back with
such a jerk that his hat tumbled into
the lap of the girl behind him.
"I beg your pardon, madam!” he
cried, waving his arm wildly behind
him in an attempt to regain his fedora.
"Why, she’s carrying it along with
her. Confound it, she’s trod all over
it. What’s the matter with the wom-
an, anyway?”
The other passengers grinned, but
the object of his remarks was already
out of the car. They were still a long
way from the shopping district, but
Miss Gilchrist had lost all interest in
her purchases. Her only desire was
to get back to Pineville, and to dear,
dear Oliver.
Their wedding came off three
months later.
ANSWER TO HER PRAYER.
Old Lady’s Retort a Staggerer to
Thoughtless Boys.
Several years ago there lived alone
in Norway, Me., in a small house an
old lady known as Aunt Nancy Jones
When urged to go and live with somj
of her many friends, her reply o,!
ways was: "This is my homp, p"fT tl
Lord has always supplied all r y
needs, and he always will.”
One night Pete Ford and ..ate
Cobb came and looked in through her
curtainless window, thinking to
frighten her, but as they saw her on
her knees they listened and heard
her pray for bread: "Lord, please
send me bread, for thou knowest I am
needy and thou hast an abundance.”
Pete and Nate went home and asked
their ^mothers for bread, saying they
had just come from Aunt Nancy’s
and she had nothing to eat since morn-
ing. Their bread nicely wrapped up.
they returned to Aunt Nancy’s. Pete
stationed himself at the window to
see what she would do, while Nate
climbed the low roof and dropped the
bread down the chimney.
Aunt Nancy sat reading the Bible,
and, hearing a noise, looked up to see
two bundles rolling from the open
fireplace 'to the floor. She took them
up, and \vh°n she saw that it was
bread she dropped on ther knees, and
thanked the Lord for sending it. But
she knew he would, as he always
had.
Pete and Nate could wait for
their fun no longer, so, rapping on
the window, they shouted: "Aunt
Nancy, the Lord did not seud that
oread; tve roiled it down the chim-
ney.” L
With a look on her face those boys
never forgot, she replied: "Young
men, the Lord did send it, even if the
devil brought It.”
Kirk Pierce’s Client.
A good story is told by Lawyer
Kirk D. Pierce of Hillsboro, N. H. A
lady came to him for the purpose of
securing a divorce. Mr. Pierce asked
her what her grounds were. She
said: "I do not know; name them
over.” So Mr. Pierce named, among
Others, desertion, cruelty and drunk-
enness. She said he was not cruel
to her, never abused her in any way-
it he would desert her that would be
splendid. She did not object to his
getting drunk once In a while. But
when 'he was sober he was so silly
that he was sickening.
The latest "holy war” is about to bo
waged on Armenian Christians by
Turks and Tartars. The Moslem
means to get e/cn *or \he> v.vic.
if it takes all summer.
Lieut. Burbank, who has been trying
:o graft a scandal on the army, should
not be confounded with the California
wizard of the same name who does
commendable kinds of grafting.
It is asserted, on the other hand,
that big hats for women are not go-
ing out of fashion. The report that
they were, doubtless, was started by
some designing masculine person.
Port Arthur fell, and England
should not be too cock-sure about the
Rock of Gibraltar. Nothing in this
world is invulnerable. Last week a
Missouri mule was blown up by dyna-
mite.
Reports from Santa Domingo say
another revolution is brewing there
This is the first we have heard from
Santo Domingo for several months
Somebody must have administered an
anesthetic.
Our friends the Koreans will now
please prepare to remove their tall
hats. There will bo a Jap of one
Kind or another passing along the pic-
turesque highways almost every min-
ute of the day.
Navy officers in Washington uphold
the custom of permitting midshipmen
in the Naval Academy to settle dis-
putes with fist fights. They evidently
believe that a fighter gets practice
every time he fights.
Admiral Nebogatoff has returned io
Russia and explains that he surren-
dered to the Japs in order to keep his
sailors from getting hurt. It would be
io more than right for the sailors to
adopt a vote of thanks.
The story that the statue of William
Penn on top of Philadelphia city hall’s
tall tower was seen doing a song-and-
dance act after the football game, in
which Pennsylvania defeated Harvard,
.s undoubtedly a pure invention.
The revival of t’ii<# story that the
king of Spain is going to marry Prin-
cess Ena oi’ Battenbevg, naturally re-
vives the suggestion that perhaps he
jfleked her out by saying: "Ena, mo*
na, mona, ml.”
Hetty Green says if people talked
less there would be fewer fools on
record. But what Is a man to do
when he is called before au investi-
gating committee?
The announcement that the Chinese
emperor intends to travel should be
coupled with ‘‘if ma is agteeaule.”
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Forster, William. The Post. (Brule, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 1, No. 33, Ed. 1 Friday, February 9, 1906, newspaper, February 9, 1906; Brule, Oklahoma Territory. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc941440/m1/1/: accessed April 23, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.