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MAGAZINE SEC71ON. WINNSBORO, S. C., WEDNESDAY, TULY ii ioo6. ETBIHD14
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BRIDE Al SHIP'S HIELM,
MRS. G. Ir. ROBINSON ASSISTS
HER HUSBAND IN DARING
Twenty-Eight Foot Yacht Braves
Dangers of Gulf Stream and Treach
erous Waves Off Cape Hatteras
Winner Received $500 Lipton. Cup.
After a daring ocean race of G50
miles, the sloop Gauntlet, with Mrs.
Thora Lund Robinson at the wheel,
finished second in the contest foi
which Sir Thomas Lipton offered a
$500 cup. The course of the race ex
tended from Gravesend Bay, New York
Harbor, to Bermuda. Mrs. Robinson
is the two months' bride of George W.
Robinson, the owner of the boat. It
was a daring race for each of the three
small yachts that competed, but more
so for the Gauntlet, because she was
the smallest of themeall, being only 28
feet long from bow to stern. The yawl
Tamerlane, which won the cup, was 40
feet long and the yawl Lila, 39 feet
All of the craft belong to the Brooklyn
Yacht Club. For eight days these tiny
boats were at the mercy of wind and
wave, so much so that the yawl Lila
was compelled to put into Norfolk har
bor to save itself from destruction;
while the smaller yacht bravely stuck
to its task. They had to cross the gulf
stream 150 miles off Hatteras, one of
the stormiest spots on the Atlantic.
Experienced yachtsmen were much
surprised that the little Gauntlet was
not wrecked or foundered somewhere
on the way.
-BUT TWENTY YEARS OL..
Mrs. Robinson is only 20 years old
but ever since childhood she has been
used to boating and swimming. For
several seasons she has sailed an eigh
teen-foot knockabout, making her sum
mer headquarters near Amboy, on the
lower New York bay. Though small,
she is athletic and skilled in handling
a craft and is said to be without fear
on the water. Storm or sunshine is
all the same to- her.
'One of the conditions of our mar
riage on April 17th," said Mrs. Robin
son before starting in the race, "was
that I should go in this contest. George
tried to dissuade me a.ew days after
we were married, but I made him keep
his promise. Although I am rated as
the chief mate and bottle washer, if
you will, of the Gauntlet, I have an
Idea that I may superintend things be
fore I get through.
"Yachting is not new to me. I sail
ed a knockabout for years in the lower
bay. I learned to swim because I was
capsized so many times that I had to
"Mr. Robinson and myself are to
stand watch together, while.J. L. Dun
lap and H. Higgins, the remainder of
the Corinthian crew, will alternate in
keeping watch. Steer? Why you don't
suppose I'm going to be a passenger?
I can, and am going to, do everything
that a good navigator must do."
STUMPED PROFESSIONAL SALTS.
Professional sailors stood aghast at
the courage of the Corinthian tars in
undertaking such a perilous voyage.
Disaster was predicted from the first
The yawl Lila lost her mainmast
shortly after Ihe start outside Sandy
Hoktn a optbc o e
spar whch ws imedatel prpard
topemt ertrat the foloin
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tine i th rae, ndshe, oo pu
back Thepeope ofthe ittl Gautle
di no e heacdntt h/Lli
Hood crew busil topt back forearnw
tohemito ther tosert te followard
tuesday.Ttle aernMrs Thoavigato
Rinson the race busy asthe, too, mak
inot thns theiaccipen abou the Lilat
Uis supoeday fore thepkp rightn one
ando crewiously hrsatement thearshe
proposed to accompany the yacht, and
it was with consternation that the re
gatta committee lEarned that she
meant to go. Refusal to permit her to
start, threatened to disqualify the
boat, and all appeals were in vain. At
last the committee yielded and permit
ted her to start.
The Tamerlane finished the course
at Hamilton, Bermuda, at 3 o'clock.
June 3rd. wlule the Gauntlet did not
arrive until 24 hours later. The result
was in doubt until the finish of this
tiny boat, as the Tamerlane had to al
low it 16 hours and 10 minutes owing
to the difference in their length.
Thomas Jefterson's Bible.
The Jefferson Bible. with its beauti
fu! red Mor(cco binding. made no little
trouble in the House while it was a
single forgotten volume reposing under
lock and key at the Smithsonian Insti
tution. Now that it has been photo
graphed and reproduced in numerous
copies, the little volume has multiplied
care for the Senate. Hardly a man of
the ninety but has had thousands of
requests for the book, and more are
coming in by every mail.
It seems that -?ome enterprising busi
ness man adv.ertised the Jefferson
Bible prominently in a well-known
magazine. He announced that it could
be had for nothing if one would write
to one's Senator or Member of Con
gress, concluding his advertisement
with the further statement that he had
gone to considerable expense in having
the advertisement printed, and hoped
readers would turn to. his business an
nouncement on another page.
So it is that requests are rolling in
upon Senators especially, for the pub
lie seems to have taken the idea that
they are more legitimate prey than
gentlemen at the other end of the
Capitol. Each Senator's quota is but
thirty copies, and the only good way
out of the dilemma appears to be to
print more, just as Congress has done
with the horse book and other popu
lar Government publications. Better
send for one before the second reprint
is all distributed.
Who For Next President?
From Amerlean Spectator.
At considerable expense American
Spectator has obtained opinions and
expressions of the same from all of
the prominent candidates for Presi
dential nomination. These are all un
genuine, having come to us over our
own private line, the least longest
wire in the world. The pithy, epi
grammatic summing up will, of course,
be thoroughly appreciated. The fol
lowing terse expressions are in an
swer to our query, "Will you be a
Taft-My candidacy is a weighty
problem, and there is a heavy respon
Cannon-I will if I do.
Bryan-The third is the lucky trial.
I shall not get out of communication
with my friends.
Shaw-I have always universally
considered myself a strong candidate.
Hobson-Of course, it Is an office of
Fairbanks-You'll really have to ask
Funston-Am too busy to think of
it. but they do say I was born In
Foraker-I may have to do it just
tht hee ld beo nlo ir t.
for me. After what's happened I sup
pose you'll believe it now.
Hearst-I have enough capital to
Hearen On Earth.
Be such a man, live such a life, that
if every man were such a man as you
and every life a life like yours this
earth would be God's Paradise.-Phil
Honduras has a debt of about one
hundred million dollars or about $1,300
There are three hundred million
Britah unhets In Asia.
RUSS BANQUETS JAP,
BARON ROSEN ENTERTAINS TEL
FIRST JAPANESE AMBASSA
DOR TO AMERICA.
Cordial Diplomatic Relations Estab
lished Following Bloodliest War in
Modern History-Count Aoki the
Guest of Honor.
That social ceremonies follow peace
conferences was demonstrated the
other evening, at Washington, when
the Russian Ambassador and Baroness
Rosen gave a dinner to the Japanese
Ambassador and Viscountess Aoki.
While the historic Portsmouth Peace
Conference ivas concluded many
months ago, and, politically, Japan and
Russia then resumed diplomatic rela
tions so abruptly terminated at the
-ornmencement of the Russo-Japanese
nar, this function marks the resump
tion of social intercourse between the
representatives of these great nations.
Although Viscount Aoki only ar
rived in Washington a few weeks ago,
considerable interest has since been
manifested in the personal relationship
that would exist between the repre
sentatives of conqueror and vana
The high art of diplomacy, that so
well masks the innermost thoughts of
those who rise to the heights of an
ambassador, doubtless viewed the so
cial intercourse between Baron Rosen
and Viscount Aoki as most natural.
But to the uninitiated the part of the
host taken by one-Baron Rosen
who acted as Russia's peace envoy,
lent peculiar glamour to the occasion.
The treaty of peace between Japan
and Russia marked the close of one of
the bloodiest wars of history. The
dinner given by Baron Rosen in
honor of the representative of the
victorious Japan goes farther, in that
it takes up social intercourse upon a
plane exactly as though war had never
Those who were present at this
most interesting social function were
the Minister from the Netherlands and
Mme. van Swinderen, the Counselor of
the Japanese Embassy and Mme.
Miyoka, Count and Countess Secken
dorff, Baroness Elizabeth Rosen, the
charge d'affairs of Spain, Senor Don
Luis Pastor; Baron Schlippenbach, and
Prince Koudacheff, of the Russian
T HE JUNGLE.
Mr. Sinclair's Story of the Awful
Methods of the Beef Packers.
No more powerful or terrible book
has been written in recent years than
"The Jungle," by Upton Sinclair. It
seems incredible that such depth of
human misery as the author relates
could be permitted even by the most
callous money maker or the most
soulless corporation; or, on the other
hand, that such vileness and filth in
the preparation of human food could
be permitted; yet most of Mr. Sin
clair's statements are from personal
knowledge and observation, visiting
the great packing plants, as he did
mostly in disguise. Moreover, his
statements have been abundantly cor
ioborated by President Roosevelt's
special commission, whose confidential
report, containing descriptions of deg
radation, filth and food pollution, is
too vile to print in a newspaper.
The hero of THE JUNGLE is Jurgis, a
great, broad-shouldered Lithuanian,
who gloried in work, for the mere sake
of it, even if he had had no incentive.
In the far forests of Lithuania, where
he and his father had lived all their
lives, children of nature, Jurgis had
heard of free America, and that as
much as $10. a week was to be earned
by a willing laboring man, in the great
city of Chicago. And after many argu
ments and much discussion, he had
prevailed upon his father, and Ona the
sweet blithsomne lass to whom he was
betrothed, and her mother and several
children and relatives, to emigrate to
splendid America. where a man may
not always remain a peasant, but
where he has a charnce to imnrove him
self and rise in the world. Ten dollars
a week was an unheard of fortune.
The peasants of Europe make a few
cents a day.
So they all went to Packinetown. and
the first day that JTurgis stood in line.
being altogether the finest specimen
of a man in the yards. he was heckon
ed to by the boss and eiven a job. He
went home jubilent. Two other mem
bers of the family, one a great strap
ping woman, also got jobs at once.
Jurgis laughed at the discontent every
where manifest. "They are not men,"
he exclaimed. What of the "speeding
up" practice of the packers? It was
but play to him to keep abreast of the
fastest. He was working to wed Ona.
They were all cheated shamelessly
by, the sharks which infest the great
packing district; they could not speak
English and they were at the mercy of
these parasites. But as new obliga
tions arose in the buying of a small,
worthless house, sold them by an
unscrupulous agent, etc., etc., Jurgis
but smiled grimly, confident in his
strength, energy and great love for
Ona. "I will work the harder" he says.
And then came a misfortune. Ona, a
mere bloom of a girl of 17, had to go
Co work-temporarily. Then a young
-er child. Then Jurgis had a fateful
day, after many months of faithful and
herculean service for the great corpora
tion. In the melee of a wounded
steer running amuck, he slipped on the
bloody floor and sprained his ankle.
Did the packers give him a short fur
lough with pay while he was recover
ing; at least they held his place for
him? Neither. He returned to work,
not very strong lookingthrough pain
and worry, the boss sized him up at a
glance and there was no work for him
in Packingtown, and Ona, whom he had
married meantime was about to be
come a mother.
Then is recited in THE JUNGLE, a tale
of gradual and heart-rending downfall
in the wearing out by inches, of a
strong man. Jurgis gets a job in the
terrible fertilizer vaults where his head
nearly splits with the poisonous dust
and the stifling fumes of ammonia.
His father dies from the effects of the
awful "speeding up" and the slimy
wet in which .he has to work, ankle
deep. Ona, the beautiful, the once
blithe young bride succum..s to the
hateful "System" and Jurgis, powerful
man that he is, his strong spirit broken
by the brutality and irrisistible power
of the bosses, becomes a great gaunt,
hollow eyed ghost of his former self.
The story is a tale of the gradual
extermination of a splendid, virile
European family, ground to death by
a "System," by a pitiless monopoly,
which cares no more or not-as much
ffr Its workers than It does for the
carcasses of the animals It converts in
to food. Incidentally the description
of this process Is sufficiently revolting
to turn the stomach of the stoutest
Oh! could Jurgis, and Ona, and the
rest of them, with their frugality and
their brawn, and their love of life and
work, and joy of a home, have gone
into some rural district to work out
their salvation, what a different story
would have been THE JUNGLE. Some
other name for the book would have
been necessary. What if they could
have gotten a dozen acres, or five acres
of good land somewhere and bought it
for what they squandered uselessly for
their house in Packingtown-they were
turned out and the house resold the
first month they failed of payment
what a different history woud have
been told by the author!
What if the great packing trust, in
stead of killing men and women, should
provide that its employes could live on
an acre of ground each, or a half acre,
out on the great fertile prairies of
Illinois, quickly reached from the stock
yards by a modern trolley, so that when
they were of necessity, perhaps, "laid
off" for a period of a week, or six
weeks, or on "half time" they would
have a piece of rich lid which they
could till and raise enough potatoes and
corn and beans and cabbage to keep
them from starving to death. But the
packing trust-Mr. Ogden Armour and
other millionaires and multi-million
aires-would make less money; it
would decrease its dividends perhaps
several per cent., and that is not to be
thought of. By getting the best out of
aman, all there is in him in a few
short years, this unnamable Thing can
turn him out and get new blood. It
is evidently most profitable to "speed a
man up" to the wrecking point and
then get new men. This process of
traffieking in human life, coupled with
the abominable and poisonous adultera
tions and use of diseased animals
which Mr. Sinclair describes at first
hand, enables Mr. Armour and the
others to make very satisfactory nar
entas'es of profit-to pile up millions
of div'in~er"s a venr.
It is all a very ~rat story. '15v
.Tr'-eT.E if not a bpanitiful one, and well
wnrth the rparing. simvnly that thp
ranner mnay 'enrn~ snnmpthine shout the
stuff we eat. and at what cost of suf
fering It is produced.
BACK TO NAPOLI.
STORY OF A FRAGMENT OF REAL
LIFE AS PORTRAYED IN A
XEW STAGE PLAY.
Showingthe Operations of the 1msim
gratioun Law as it Atfects Those
wno Attumpt to Enter the Ameri
An hour at Ellis island in New York
harbor, is full of smiles and tears.
The newly arrived immigrant before
he has changed his native garb, with
his outlandish boxes and bundles still
about him, is eternally interesting.
His meetings and partings are full of
a childish exuberance and abandon.
He is never so picturesque or so
pathetic as when he has just doubt
fully intrusted himself to the great
machinery of a new land and law.
He hasn'tlbeen much on the stage
this immigrant-but a fragment of his
life finds its way there in a one-act
play called "The Land of the Free,"
by W. C. De Mille, which was seen re
cently at a Vassar Aid Society mati
nee. It is described by the Times as
a simple little story, one that happens
day after day.
In a room of the big immigration
building, with its desk and its blue
coated official, an Italian workman
walks excitedly up and down. His
clothes are cheap and poor, but they
are plainly not his working garb, and
a bright holiday handkerchief is knot
ted about his throat His eyes are
keen and expectant. Evidently it is
a great day for him. It needs little
encouragement from the good-natured
officer to bring out the whole story.
A big Mediterranean steamer is just
landing its steerage passengers. Luigi.
as he peers through the gates at the
incoming crowd, is almost beside him
self with delight.
"I waita three year," he explains,
breathlessly. "I worka verra hard and
I sava de money to bring to me my
Maria and my.two little ones."
He can hardly wait for the gate to
be opened. But the officer has more
to find out. His questioning brings out
further details. Luigi earns $9 a week
-with his pick and shovel. The wife
Is not strong. She speaks a little Eng
lish. The officer looks doubtful, but
Then all a-t once the boat Is in.
The Italian catches a sight of them
through the gates.
"Na, .na, Signore, she comea last
She getta lame back and two baby.
Ah-Dio! Maybe she missa da boat
Ah! Vedete Maria mia Ecco-Vedete
ecco-Ah mia moglie-ecco!"
In another instant, the frail little
wife, in her Neapolitan costume, and
the two children, with their bags and
bundles, are all in their father's arms,
while the officer goes off to make his
With her head on her husband's
shoulder, Maria breathes in Italian:
"Ah, my husband! I see you again,
To which the Americanized Luigi re
"Si, si, carrissima, but now talka
English. We all good Americans and
we live in Mulberry street. I gotta da
little room for my Maria an' Fabio an'
Maria marvels at Luigi's great sal
ary-45 lire- until Luigi is forced- to
"Yes, yes; in Neapoli It is 45 lire,
but In New. York it Is only $9, not so
Then In quick, excised phrase he
draws roseate pictures of a future in
which peanut stands and prosperity
walk hand in hand.
Presently the officer returns. He
draws Luigi aside. His face Is kind,
but his words are terrible. It appears
that the little wife does not come up to
the requirements. She is not healthy.
She has no money, and Luigi has only
that $9 a week. It is not enough to
support a family. The wife must go
back to Naples. It is hard to make
Luigi understand. Maria; hearing
nothing, plays happily with the chii
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dren. The poor husband Is stunned.
"Napoli! She go back to Napoll!
No. no. Ali. Dio Mio! You don' under
stand," he goes on, wistfully. "I
work three year an' sava da money to
bring her to me. Your boss he can
nota send her back-we live all right
on nine dollar week. I take her away.
You leta me go-eh?"
. "It's hard on you," says the officer;
"but it's the law."
Luigi scorns the notion.
"Law? You taka my wife away;
you senda my littlea boy and girl back
to Napoli, an' you say It is da law.
Na, na. America is a free country.
1 pay for her to comea to me. I don't
steal, so whata de law got to say?"
But tkreats, tears, reasonings are
.11 in vain. Luigi at last stealthily
offers the blue-coated official $7, his
all, wrapped up in a handkerchief, as
a bribe. The officer frowns and says
"I canno I didn't make the law.
I can't help you. We have to do this
"Every day?" Luigi's eyes grow
wide with pain. "You doa this every
day? Ali, Dio! Every day you breaka
Then he goes to Maria, -takes her In
his arms, and explains brokenly what
it all means.
"They will not leta you stay-Maria
mia-we have waited long-we musta
In the face of her tearful dismay he
even tries to be cheerful.
"Say, looka here," he cries; "you goa
back to Napoli now, an' bimebye I
getta da more money. I make may
be twelve-fifteen dollar weei. Then
I senda for you an' Fablo an' Tessa,
an' the3 letta you stay."
But Maria is overcome.
"Back to Napoli? Alone?" she sobs.
A sudden thought comes to Luigi.
"No, no; not alone. I goa too. If
they senda you, I goa too."
He rushes over to the officer with
his poor seven silver dollars, only to be
met with the cruel truth, "Not half
enough for your ticket."
Meanwhile the boat Is returning.
The officer lays his hand kindly on
Maria's shoulder. The children look
wonderingly on. Painfully the little
trio pick up their bundles and turn
back to the great gates. Luigi em
braces them between his sobs.
"Don'ta cry, carrissima; don'ta cry
I soon make twelve, fifteen dollar
week and buya da peanut stand, an'
I keep da little home. Then you come
again to stay. Don'ta cry-you goa to
the Mader In Napoll. Ah, Dio! We
have walta three year an' I must senda
you back. Maybe next year I send for
As they pass out of his sight his
voice fails him and he falls sobbing
against the gate.
The author Is said to have got his
idea for the piece from a newspaper
paragraph read at the breakfast table
describing In three lines a case of the
Robert Paton Gibbs, who played
Luigi, studied his type with the help
of a Neapolitan who has been long
enough away from home to know the
salient characteristics of his own
people. The extra wome- who fit so
well Into the picture are caretakers of
the Hudson theater.
"We used to rehearse the piece every
now and then down in the coal cellar,"
explained Mr. Gibbs; "and these two
women used to come and weep over
lve HealU0 y.
The English Poet. Born 1779. Died .
TYe who would have your features florid,
Lithe limbs, bright eyes, unwrinkled fore.
From age's devastation horrid,
Adopt this plan
'Twill make, in climate cold or torrid,
A hale old man (or woman).
Avoid in youth, luxuriouis diet;
Restrain the passions' lawless riot;
Devoted to domestic quiet,
Be wisely gay;
So shall ye. spite of age's flat,
Seek not in Mammon's worship pleasure,
But find your richest, dearest treasure
In God. His word, His work, Dot leisure,
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