The Post. (Brule, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 1, No. 45, Ed. 1 Friday, April 20, 1906 Page: 1 of 10
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THE
POST.
VOL. I. BRULE, WOODWARD CO., O. T. (SEE DATE INSIDE) NO. 45.
■ A Cheering Thought
I have read with dismay how the trusts
day bv day
Havf reached for the cash I am earn-
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And they say that ere long there’ll be
pressure so strong
That the funds they will straight bt
returning.
Sometimes I am blue for a minute or two
But oik? thought makes existence seen:
• sunny,
Mv spirit can’t sink as I’m pausing t<
think
Of the men who are owing me money.
There’s the total that comes from th<
vui ions sums
w I have paid the insurance director;
And the taxes I’m told are unjustly con-
trolled.
But some time we will get a col actor..
To figure it out ‘beyond question cv drub
And repay each man’s share. "I'wit
bo funny!
I'm on poverty's brink, but It's jolly t<
think
Of the men who are owing mo money
- Washington Sun.
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I SCOFIELD’S CASE 1
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* By JAMES YEI5DR
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Copyright. 1905, by Daily Story Publishing Ct
Heaven knows why we .ook Seo
field along on that camping expedlt'.o;
rather than any of the other youm
bachelors in town, unless because he
was a powerful swimmer, an excelieni
angler, the possessor of a good vo; •<
and could pick a guitar. Collectives
they made up for the lack of a wif--
you understand. Nor do 1 know v; d
l should have been the only one e
the party whose suspicions wcr.
aroused by Scofield’s attentions u
Mrs. Simpson. Maybe it was because
I understood his sullen, mei.uicl.oi;>
moods better than the rest. At unj
rate, that strange look, which ct\ >
were never intended to, and sent he
to bed, giving strict orders for no one
to disturb her. Then I went off in ihr
woods by myself.
It was quite by accident that I ran
across Scofield two miles from camp
sitting 0,1 a leg, with dejected mien
His clothing was disordered, and air
face and hands were scratched b>
brambles.
•’See, here, Scofield," I said, "where
did you buy those canned peaches we
ate for breakfast?”
“Where?” a look of perplexity crept
into bis face.
“Yes; Mrs. Simpson is down there
shall never forget the look which he
shot at me as he felt the woman
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"The bridegroom is usually the
mo3t depressing feature of the mod-
ern wedding,” according to a wom-
an’s magazine. Also, he is generally
the most depressed.
Lincoln Steffens says New York has
"one of the best municipal regimes in
the United States.” This may be
true, but it is severe on the other
cities of the country.
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Mark Twain thinks that chauffeurs
should be called "mahouts ” Pedes-
trians who are run clown by scorching
automobiles can think of much harder
names than that to call them.
The big diamond found last year
has now been appraised at $45,000,-
000. Somebody will have to build a
larger caravansary than any in exist-
ence for the hotel clerk who wili wear
that gem.
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into his eyes occasionally at night a?
he sat gazing across the blazing cam]
fire at Mrs. Simpson, put me ill a =
ease. It was not the same lcok of ad
miration which most of us men cam
in her direction. There was more it.
it. Scofield would so far forget hi;
surroundings that he had to be s|.o
ken to twice before he heard. And
he seemed to take a ferocious eel .gat
lu badgering poor little Simpson
Simpson is a little jackass, there is
no denying that. But there is no
reason on earth why a man should
duck a woman’s husband while they
are in bathing, not once, l)’. A again
and again, unless it be to show her
what a jackass he really is.
So heavily did misgivings weigh
upon my mind that at last 1 men-
tioned the subject to my wife, whe
has always been r*. sort of a mentor tc
young Scofield.
"Cousin Henry in love with Laura’
Why, George, he's no more in love
with her than the rest of you men. O.
course, he’s fond of her, and likes tc
bait her hook and row the boat whil
she angles, and keep the fire roaring
when it's her time to cook. The
Idea! Laura is perfectly safe. 1
never saw a woman more in lov** with
her husband, dear, unless, of course,
it be your own wife."
Laura was safe! I had had no
ffoubt of that before. But how about
Scofield? My wife, ai may be guess
ed, is champion of her own sex. Ills
peculiar to the heart of man are
wholly without her ken. Perhaps
that, is the reason 1 resolved m the
future to keep all misgivings on the
subject cooped up in my own mind
The next afternoon, while Scofield
and Mrs. Simpson were out shooting
at a target in the woods, Mrs. Simp
son was taken suddenly ill aril re
turned alone to the camp. Some-
thing she had eaten at breakfast had
disagreed with her. Some of the
canned goods, she thought. I gave her
some little pills, which were never
known to do any one any good, and
There is no reason on earth why a
man should duck a woman's hus-
band.
at camp now, suffering from some-
thing she ate this morning.”
1 have never seen such a look of re-
lief spread over a man’s countenance
as at the sound of those words.
"George—George,” he gulped, “did
she say it was the peaches?”
"Peaches or pickles, one; it must
have been the peaches.”
Next morning Mrs. Simpson was
very much better, though it could be
seen by the dark circles under her
eyes and the droop to the corners of
her month that she had suffered dur
ing the night. Scofield, in the mean-
time, had discovered some important
business which demanded his imme-
diate attention in towm. It was the
first time I had ever heard of Scofield
having urgent business.
At lunch time Mrs. Simpson’s ab-
sence from the camp was noted. My
wife said she had gone off canoeing
by herself In hopes the exercise
would mend her strength. A very
good idea, indeed, though Mrs. Simp-
son was uot an excellent wielder of
the paddle. No further thought was
given lo the subject until just as
Scofield was bidding us good-by, two
of the women came running from the
river bank with the frightful news
that Mrs. Simpson’s canoe had cap-
sized in midstream and that she was
drowning.
I am sure we wrasted not a second,
and yet by the tithe Trollet and I had
reached the bank and had launched
a flat-bottomed boat, Scofield, who
had plunged into the water, was half-
way to the struggling woman.
I think Mrs. Simpson had surely
come near drowning had it not been
for Scofield’s excellent tactics in the
water. Long before we got there he
had seized her in his arm and was
making rapid progress toward not
the boat! Tfe^^fodl^as swimming
toward the opposite shoreN^
Not ten yards from the bi^nk in the
stiff current, we overtook them. 1
Ths fool was swimming toward the
opposite shore.
dragged from his arms into the boat.
And then, without the slightest warn
ing, before we could lay hands on
him. he sank, and though we watched
and waited an age he did not reap-
pear.
It mast have been fully a quaitei
of an hour later that we found Sco-
field’s body tangled among the roots
of some willows a hundred yards be
low. Dead? Not quite, though we
worked over him two hours befoit
he showed any signs of life; ana
then another two hours before con
sciousness returned. And when w€
got him back to’camp and into a
warm lied, I think every one offeied
up a thankful prayer that things had
turned out as they had.
“Henry,” said I, that night, after 1
had driven every one from the ten!
where he lay muffled up in blankets
“Henry, that attack of cramps earn
pretty nearly turning this picnic into
a hand of mourners.”
He looked at me quizzically for a
moment, then pressing my hand feeblj
in his own, he said;
"Yes; the cramps and the canuei
peaches.”
Was there no public-spirited mil-
lionaire novelist to save the sacred
home of Mrs. Wiggs from the posses-
sion of a saloonkeeper? Where were
Mr. Ade, Mr. George Me lutcheon,
Mr. Churchill?
In Russia whips are used to subdue
the populace. What would happen if
a platoon of policemen should attempt
to whip a crowd of American citizens
is painful to contemplate.
Somebody sa^s that the turkey, not
the eagle, ought to be America’s na-
tional bird. The turkey would cer-
tainly go better with America’s na-
tional flower, the toddy blossoms.
It would be interesting to know how
‘he story of Alice Roosevelt jumping
into a tank of water was started. If
If, utterly untrue. Probably the fabri-
cator was himself tanked up to begin
with.
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One of the philosophers says tnir
country is much in need of men who
will put character above wealth. This
moralist should study the United
States sendee and take a more hope-
ful view.
In a Music Box Factory.
"Hang up your hat, sir,” said the
attendant, pointing to an ebony peg
The visitor hung up his hat and
front the peg flowed strains of lovelj
music.
"Won’t you sit down?”
He seated himself, and his chai?
began to play the overture to "Faust/
"Your umbrella perhaps inconven
fences you? There is the umbrella
jar,” the attendant said.
The jar discoursed sweet, music as
soon as the umbrella entered it.
"And now sir, will you be good
enough to register your name in our
visitors’ hook?”
He registered, the ink well as he
opened it striking up a waltz, the
visitors’ book a moment later playing
a Sousa march.
The man was in a music box fac-
tory of Geneva. Music boxes are a
Genevese staple and the charming
Swiss town has almost as many huge
music mills as Lynn has shoe fac-
tories.
“Our music mills.” the attendant
told the visitor, “form our main in-
dustry. It is the natural thing for a
Geneva boy to enter a music mill as
it is the natural thing for a New
foundland boy to go to sea. The aver
age wages in a music mill are 40
francs, or $8 a week."-
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It is said that Charles Dana Gibson
has discovered a new typo of a girl.
Many a man has thought that in the
-ventful past, only to disi over, after
? while, that it was only a phasa
o: the old variety.
If Senator Clark thinks sawmills
and mines are so nearly equal iu
value we can find him a sawmill or
iwo to trade off for his United Verde
property any time he’s ready.
A gold brick worth $200,000 has
been found under the foundations of
an old mill in New Mexico. Now look
out for the man who will be around
trying to sell Its mate at a ruinous dis-
count.
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Prtif. Alexander Graham Bell has
declared that the kite will be the basis
of the flying machine, which is not
only coming, but is already here. The
statement was made, however, after
a good dinner.
People are asking the explorers how
they are going to tell the pole when
they see it, as the compass will not
be working about that time. Is it
possible that there is no sign in largo
letters on the pole?
Mark Twain will not deny that Col.
Mulberry was one of the original best
Sellers.
There are enough shadows In the
world without wearing one on your
face.
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Forster, William. The Post. (Brule, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 1, No. 45, Ed. 1 Friday, April 20, 1906, newspaper, April 20, 1906; Brule, Oklahoma Territory. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc941875/m1/1/: accessed April 18, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.