The Konawa Chief. (Konawa, Indian Terr.), Vol. 1, No. 3, Ed. 1 Friday, December 9, 1904 Page: 1 of 12
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Zhc IRonawa Cbtet
FIRST YEAR. NO. 3.
KONAWA, IND. TER, FRIDAY, DECEMBER, 9, 1904.
$1.00 THE YEAR.
Stolen Paragraphs
When in doubt in dancing a
quadrille, swing somebody.
A man should be as polite all
the time as a candidate for office.
If the devil should put you up
at auction, how much would you
bring?
The trouble with telling both
sides of a story is that it doubles
the gossip.
If you are slouchy, remember
that the people talk about it be-
hind your back.
These fellows who are always
talking about being Men: they
ought to prove it.
When twins are born, some-
how it seems as if someone is
getting even with the father.
When the doctor calls on a
sick man, he hears all about the
wife's ailments before he leaves.
When a man gets married, he
dosn't demand that his wife
have money; he wants a Com-
panion.
We suppose that when a
preacher returns from confer-
ence, it must be with resolutions
to Be Better.
There is one way to make your-
self unpopular with a woman:
take the medicine she suggests,
and then fail to get well.
"Don't try to work that old gag
on me," a life insurance man
said to a book agent this morn-
ing; "I am a solicitor myself."
"Little did I think," every
married woman says as she
quiets a crying baby and puts
the dinner over to cook, "that I
would ever come to this."
It happens in some cases of
bereavement that grief reaches
the high water mark twice:
When Death comes, and later
when the undertaker's bill comes
in.
The man who says "Oh,
Fudge," when he feels profane,
may be a better example to the
children, but somehow it doesn't
seem that he would be as much
of a protection agai nst burglars
in the night.
When a man talks too much,
his wife pulls at his coat for him
to sit down and it is not until
she is dead and he makes a fool
of himself that the world recog-
nizes how much of his past good
record was due to this Coat Tail
Censor.
Heaven, to some women, is
the place where husbands have
to cash all their fine promises.
A man looks almost as wretch-
ed at a party as a woman looks
when traveling in a covered wag-
on.
An unmarried man has some
standing in society, but after he
is married he has none except
through his wife.
When the daughter of a fool-
ish and extravagant woman is
dressed up for parade she looks
like a ribbon sale.
There are not many women
who can get up such a good meal
that their guests will not get up
from the table to run to a fire.
Don't mind the freckles, girls.
It has been discovered that after
a girl has reached a sure-enough
mature age, all freckles disap-
pear.
When a woman makes the
mistake of first using a swear
word, she looks as if she expect-
ed something under her feet to
burst.
We wonder if there ever was
a husband so good he would be
willing to have his wife around
if he knew he was going te be
delirious.
A man gets a housekeeper in a
second wife, but all a woman
gets in a second husband is trou-
ble between him and her chil-
dren.
If the seedless apples become
a success, we will have apple
trees without blossoms on them.
Now do you want the seedless
apple?
There is some redeeming qual-
ity in the person who sits on the
porch to watch his neighbors: At
least he is not peering at them
from behind the blinds.
After a woman has found a
quarter in her husband's pockets
after he has gone to bed, she
doesn't go to sleep before he
does for six months.
If a woman of twenty pins a
shawl tight around her face, she
looks to be forty. We cliam
that this is an ordeal no woman
emerges from w ith credit.
Nothing makes a good house
keeper quite so mad as this sen-
tence in cooking recipes: "See
that it is well cleaned, and then-
etc., etc. Do writers of recipes
think that cooks put fish, or
chickens, or sweet breads, on
the fire without cleaning?
"The Deserted Villiage."
Kansas City Star.
The party is over now, the
guests have gone, the illumina-
tions are extinguished. St Louis
is
A banquet hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled.
And garlands dead —
About 600,000 persons are go-
ing to learn what it means to
feel lonesome. For the last year
or two St. Louis has been under
the spot light. Its name has
been blazing through the news-
papers every day. Its every
move has been chronicled. It
has been the meeting place of
notables from the from the four
corners of the earth. It has en-
tertained Igorrotes and servants,
Mrs. Nation and John Morley,
pygmies and the Interparliamen-
tary Peace Union, Ainus and
Prof. Starr of the University of
Chicago, Tom Watson and the
President of the United States
It has seen itself photoghraph-
ed and described in all the mag-
azines. It has read thousands of
columns of praises of its indus-
try and enterprise. It has be-
held the events of the Fair su-
persede in popular interest even
the latest murder in Chicago.
But all that is only a memory
now. Gone are the dog-eaters;
gone are Prof. Starr and the rest
of the glorious company: gone or
going is the board of lady mana-
gers. St Louis does not know
whether it will ever see them
again. Shadows we are and
shadows we pursue. From this
time on the very name of St.
Louis will fade from the news-
papers and the well worn cut of
President Francis will go to the
scrap heap.
It will be hard, of course, for
the town to become accustomed
to the changed conditions. But
if it sets to work in the proper
spirit it will gradually slip back
into the old way. And if thrifty
house-wives can no longer rent
every room at three dollars a
day, the time for entertaining
distant but importunate relatives
is over.
For the great Exposition is
now only a Blessed Memory.
Thanks. Brother.
Last week G. E. Nichols pub-
lished the first issue of the Ko-
nawa Chief at our sister town
fifteen miles south. The paper
is modern in size, neat in style,
sensible in its editorial columns,
its advertising patronage is liber-
al, and it is in every way a cred-
itable representative of the
good new town in which it is
printed. Maud Mercury.
Kind Words.
We hail with good cheer the
advent of a new paper in the new
town of Konawa, I. T.. a few
miles east. It is named the
Konawa Chief and is edited by
G. E. Nichols, an old time news-
paper man and former editor of
the Caddo County Times.
The paper starts off with a
good advertising patronage and
will without doubt meet with the
success it merits.—Asher Al-
truist.
We note the appearance
among our exchanges of Vol. 1,
No. 1, of the Konawa Cheif, a
neat four column, eight page
paper, with G. E. Nichols editor.
The paper is newsy, well printed
and has a liberal amount of ad-
vertising, with the best indica-
tions of success.—Roff Enter-
prise,
The evident intention of Presi-
dent Roosevelt to keep Senator
Cockrell of Missouri in public
life, indicates the kind of gov-
ernment the president intends to
give the people. Cockrell is an
uncompromising Democrat. But
he is an honest man. Francis E.
Leup, who was apointed Indian
commissioner by Roosevelt this
week, has never voted a straight
Republican ticket in his life—and
never will. He replaced an old-
fashioned dyed-in-the-wool Re-
publican. Leup is trustworthy.
He gets things done. He is cor-
respondent of the most conser-
vative mugwump paper in Amer-
ica. But he is accurate, honest,
and brave—hence he gets one of
the big jobs. The new pension
commissioner was a Democrat
until eight years ago, and may,
for all anyone knows, be a Dem-
ocrat now. But he is efficient
and honest, so he is given a job.
The Republicans may as well
wake up to the fact that only as
they are more efficient than
Democrats will Republicans get
any jobs that amount to any-
thing. This seems to be the ad-
ministration of efficiency. The
Republican party, in giving the
people that kind of administra-
tion, is doing the people the
greatest servise possible, and is
strengthening itseif more surely
than it can strengthen itself in
any other way.—Ex.
If a woman is romantic after
she passes thirty, she should
keep it to herself.
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Nichols, G. E. The Konawa Chief. (Konawa, Indian Terr.), Vol. 1, No. 3, Ed. 1 Friday, December 9, 1904, newspaper, December 9, 1904; Konawa, Indian Territory. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc97092/m1/1/: accessed July 17, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.