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RICHLY DESERVED REWARD
NONE CAN BEGRUDGE the farmers of this
country their good fortune in the bountiful crops of
this year. They richly deserve all the reward that
comes to them. •
However much of the profits of many other lines
of production may be due to unfair manipulation, the
farmer creates his values through his toil, and in cre
ating them enriches all.
The prosperous, middle-ftgfcd farmer of today,
facing his declining year in comfort and plenty, may
be envied by the wage-workers of the cities.
But let vis not forget that the now prosperous
farmer has bought his present condition at cost of
ceaseless toil and tireless energy, of almost incon
ceivable self-denial and sacrifice, of disappointments
and discouragements that only the fittest could sur
If any life in this country has been harder than
that of the fanner it is that of his wife. She, gener
ally without help and with little to do with, cooks the
meals, does the family washing and the sewing, milks
the cows, raises the chickens, makes the soap and
apple butter and bakes the bi'ead Ukd pies, brings up
a generous brood of health}' children, and often finds
fcime in the harvest seasons to help her husband in
The lives of these men and women have been the
most extraordinary-and most fruitful in all history.
It is the fanners that have converted our vast domain
from a wilderness into rich fields and made possible
the flourishing cities.
Richly have they earned all the good that comes
to them. For they have enriched not themselves
alone, but the nation.
Agriculture ever has been and ever will be the
backbone of all business in this country.
IT WAS A FINE FIGHT
The present financial and domestic troubles of
old Gen. Dan Sickles will freshen in the minds of our
older readers a sensation that shook our country so
cially as nothing else ever did, save perhaps the
Gen. Sickles' first wife was the daughter of an
Italian musician, and he plunged her into Washing
ton society early in the period of the Civil war. There
they met Philip Barton Key. Suddenly, the country
was startled by the news that Sickles had shot Key
dead because of his relations with Mrs. Sickles, the
latter having confessed. The tragedy itself ran its
.course as a sensation, but what set the country going
was the question as to whether Sickles should have
taken her back to his bosom after he was given his
liberty. Ministers preached at it. Lawyers shook
their fists in each others' faces about it. Fanners
Bitting on the top rail of fences got to going over it
and got down into the field to settle it with their fists,
and what editors called each other about it was really
unfit for publication. Everybody fit and fit.
It was a fight for an unlimited number of
rounds with no decision, as the prize-ring folks
Would announce it.
And now Gen. Sickles' family say that he has
had an "affinity" of his own for much of 27 years
past! Still, that issue of the early GO's seems to be
just as good battleground as ever. Most any society,
or family, or couple can get up a fight on it, just as
easily as the whole country did, a half-century or so
TO rake up all that Harriman mess is no way to
keep a new convert converted.
COLLIER'S makes out that Hearst's Standard
Oil letters are forgeries. If so, how infernally mad
must be the fellows who have already pleaded guilty
SEVEN times Billy Sulzer has itched to run for
that N. Y. governorship and now he has the chance.
And Billy has a lot of qualities that are not real
A PENNSYLVANIA Taft orator got to ranting
about prosperity under high tariff, when a mill
hand asked: "Then why can't my family afford
meat!" They used up four crash towels trying to
make reaction set in on that orator.
CAN'T get jurors in the labor case at Indianapo
lis because veniremen believe the accused guilty and
can't get 'em at Salem because they believe the
prisoners innocent. Ours is a largo and sincere
CHINA having shown " ability to borrow; money,
Russia is pressing claims for $25,000,000 damages
during the Boxer troubles. i Russia is also accused
of fostejring I war in ; the ; Balkans. It is i about time
% for somebody to give Russia 1, another. licking.
A VISITING English scientist figures out that
matrimony is declining in America 1!?■ because V- her
women are becoming more athletic, educated j and
brilliant and hence prefer independence. Maybe so,
and maybe it's because men are still able to outrun
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Hiram Is liavln" his troubles
(akin' the pigs to market.
Nearly a Itow
"This isn't like the bread
mother hakes," said the
young married man.
"So you are going to start
that, are you?"
"I was merely congratu
lating you. Mother never
was a very good bread-mak
er." —Washington Star.
Willing tO \< ■ i>IIHIH>«I;lf r
IMistrrss — 1 want you to
understand, Anna, that 1 will
not have that big policeman.
In my kitchen!
Anna—All right, ma'am! I
know a smalfer one.—Judge.
First Egyptian—l see they
finished the Great Pyramid
last week. What do you
think of it?
Second Ditto — Somebody
got a big graft. You take it
from me, fifty years from
now tho whole thing will
Sho —What a singular chia
Mrs. Fatleigh has.
He —Singular? I should
call It plural.—Boston Tran
Gabe—Do you follow the
Steve—l guess so. I can't
get ahead of them.
"A woman should take an
interest in the doings of the
world that interest her hus
"Yes," replied young Mrs.
Torklns; "but she bus to use
tact. I never ask Charley
what the score Is. If our
team loses it's a mistake to
force him to talk about It,
and if it wins he'll tell with
out asking." — Washington
OUR PRECISE ARTIST
Ridlcnlous on the fnce of it.
Yeast —They do say when
a man's ears are red that
someune is talking about
Crimson beak — Yes; and
he can bet that somebody's
talking about him If his nose
Is red. —Yonkers Statesman.
"I have a kick coming!"
snorted the Indignant citizen
as he entered the Bureau of
"Well, keep cool," replied
the clerk. "You'll get It
when your turn comes." -—
AND now Alton B. Parker declares that he's a
progressive. There are only a few of the strictly
"safe and sane" left, like Jud Harmon and Willie
Owing to a recent visit of
Everett True on a strenuous mis
sion, tis office is undergoing re
pairs to the furniture a<nd plaster
ing. Ev. demonstrated that he
was In his old time form, and is
the same rough-and-ready custom
er of yore, with heart of onk and
fist of mail. Ev. cant stand af-
CLEVELAND gave Debs the greatest crowd it
has given any speaker this campaign. Going So
It Never Fails
THE FARMYARD FIREMAN, AND HIS REWARD
OUR OWN MOVING PICTURE SHOW
But he sees an old barrel, and—
T -DEBTOR XJRAIX-if J
I care not what your features are,
How beautiful or stately;
Though you're a young dramatic star
With visage flattered greatly,
The kodak fiend will make of you
A thing uncouth, uncanny—
In fact, the small snap-shotted view
Is sure to get your Nanny, , ■
It gives you splotches on your nose,
And by some hocus-pocus,
A broken jawbone you disclose;
Your hands are out of focus;
Your mouth Is always open wide;
Your garb is one vast wrinkle.
And spite of oil your care and pride
You look like Rip Van Winkle.
A snapshot shows you with a squint
And ears of size terrific,
Your hair seems made of fuzz and lint,
Your smile, sq beatific,
Is made a. grin of maniac mirth—*
For, taking it *ln toto,"
There's nothing qtiltd so bad on earth
As Is a snapehot pjhoto.
"I see society people at
Newport had a baby show.
"Where did they get the
"It was a loan exhibition, I
believe." — Washington Her*
By slipping the hoops over the hogs, and
fastening a barrel stave to 'em to stand on, his
finish is a regular Ben Hur chariot race.
fectatlon, pose or Impertinence,
and the trouble started when a
fresh new office'boy scratched his
thumbnail over Mr. Trues card to
discover whether it was engraved
or whether it was merely printed.
It win not happen again. Call
again, Ev., the Comic Page needs
He Got Her
"Oh," she eald. "your
i conduct Is enpugb. to make
an angel weep."
"I don't see you shedding a
: tear," he retorted, and his
. ready wit saved th« day. —
1 Boston Transcript.
It Was All Nonsenso
A Lakewood man heard a
noise in the kitchen the other
night and, urged by his wife,
went down to see about tt,
says the Cleveland Plain
Dealer. When he opened the
kitchen door and called
"Who's there?" a shiny re
volver was pointed at his
"Your money or your life,"
hissed the voice behind the
"What did you say?"
asked the Lakewood man,
who happened to be a hit
hard of hearing.
"Your money or your life!"
The Lakewood man acted
"What nonsense!" he re
marked, pushing the fellow
out of the way and going
back vii stairs.
Trie burglar was astonish
ed. Hi- hunted through his
clothes till he found a bit of
pencil, scribbled "Good work,
old scout" on the white wall,
and went his way.
And this is a true story.
"Mrs. Jinks always baa
such a good time when slio
goes anywhere. How does
she manage to convey the
impression she is a widow?"
"She always makes an al
lusion to her tardy spouse as
'my late husband.' "—Balti
His New Job
Blnks (to Smith, the great
com poser)—So you've given
up writing oratorio and grand
opera. What do you do now?
Smith — I compose new
tunes for motor horns. —Lon-
don Weekly Telegraph.
"Are you the leader of this
"No," replied the distress
ed man with the baton. "Ev
ery man in this band thinks
he's a soloist. I'm the um
pire." — Washington Star.
Lots Of It.
Customer — What have
you in the way of summer
Newsdealer — We have the
platforms of all the parties
and the candidates' fcVeeehes.
A GUARDED AXHWKR.
"Morln", Caleb. How d'ye come
out with your crapa?"
"I don't allow to discuss that
matter, Silas, until ye tell wheth
er yere speakln' of life on th'
farm or my visit to th' gambMn'
hells of th' city, b'gosh."
Had Seen Better Days
"Judge, I ain't no vagrant.
I'm In hard luck now, but
I've seen better days."
"But this officer says you
have been arrested repeated
"He must be alludln' to
the times when I owned me
own automobile." — Kansas
The Times Daily Short Story
INTO THE VALLEY.
By Stuart B. Stone.
"It would bo an Interesting ex
periment, doctor," said Kesster,
wearily, turning over in the ward
"I wouldn't advise you to try
it," answered the doctor, gravely,
regarding his patient. "There
would be endless complications."
"But the opportunity to discover
just what the world thinks of one
—your real friends —your true
enemies—the fellows at th© bank
—who would send flowers —"
"Here, you quit talking non
sense," commanded Dr. Bowen.
"Take this—it will quiet you."
Kessler swallowed the sweetish
mixture and settled back.
"Good night, Kessler," said the
doctor. "Uou't do anything
"Good —night—Doc," mumbled
Kessler wired this:
"Chicago, Nov. 12.
Mrs. Sam H. Kessler, Westvllle:
Your husband killed In colli
sion on P. & N. this morning.
Body consumed in flames.
SNYDER, Gen. Supt."
After that he visited a second
hand theatrical effects shop and
selected the battered derby, the
black side whiskers and the long
tailed, worn green coat of a Jew
ish peddler. Then he took the
afternoon train for Westville.
At the station he noticed stacks
of floral emblems on the platform,
having come down on the express
with him. It was a generous dis
play, and Kessler gulped a little.
He passed up Main-st by the little
green cottage he called home.
There was crepe on the door.
Neighbors were passing in and
out. Don, the collie, howled dole
fully. Resisting the impulse to
rush over and unmask, Kessler
made his way to the Busy Bee
grocery. It was the forum of
opinion. Cale Duncan, his life
long antagonist, was speaking:
"Sam Kessler was a good fel
low. I fought him tots, but I'll
say he was a good fellow."
Kessler gulped in surprise, his
heart going otit to his old enemy.
How North Ireland Became
Home Rule Hornets' Nest
ing and practicing with guns and
rifles, and clubbing each other at
football games, and openly talk
ing civil war not only against
England but against each, other.
Thia situation is due to as
nasty a trick as was ever played
by a big interests politician.
And here comes in the nasty
Bonar Law and Sir Edward
Carson, members of parliament
for the same reason that Cannon
and Aldrlch were members of the
congress of the United States
came here to Belfast and made
For many years the religious
question between the Catholics
and Orangemen of Ireland has
been practically dead. But these
two representatives of the btg in
terests of England deliberately
stirred the fires of religious pas
sion In Belfast and Ulster county,
where the Orangement of Ireland
"Yon don't want home rule,"
they said in effect to the work
men of Belfast. "If Lord George
gives home rule to Ireland, Ire
land will have a Catholic ■parlia
ment at Dublin and Catholics will
rule over you."
There waß some mutterlngs,
but Ulster men as a rule didn't
get very much excited. But soon
the big interest newspapers in
Ireland and In England took up
At laet the Ulstermen lost their
"We don't want home rule,"
they began to cry. They turned
against Lloyd George, the man
who had given to the working
people of the United Kingdom the
■great Insurance act.
Bonar Law and Carson blew on
After this much heat had been
Tuesday, Oct. 8,1912.
But that organ almost stopped as
his old pal, Bill Qentry, spoke:
"Sam was awfully careless
about his obligations, though. I
think he left debts."
"He owed me $30," declared the
Busy Bee prdprletor. Kessler
barely restrained himself from
rising and paying the account.
"They say that Al Henson Is
sprucing up already," remarked
Ham Quigglns. Kessler felt a
great pain at his heart, for Al
Henson had been his rival in woo
"Well, Lydia's worth going aft
er," remarked the grocer. "Sam
left $10,000 i»suranoe." Kessler
almost ceased to breathe. He had
not realized the great crime
against the Insurance companies.
A boy came in with the West
ville Gaiette, and Kesaler read hia
own obituary over the shoulders
of the others. "A noble character.
A splendid citizen.
An upright parent. . ." There
were tears in his eyes as he read.
"That's a fine piece, all right,"
exclaimed Tol Perkins, rushing In,
"but they didn't know what I
know. Frank Carson, over at the
Rxchange bank, says Sam Kessler
had run away with a hundred
thousand dollars of th« bank's
money when he was killed!"
Kessler's heart almost burst. He
had always mistrusted Carson.
Now he knew that the assistant
cashier had looted the bank and
taken advantage of Kesster's re
ported death to cover the crime.
Kessler arose. He would cry out.
Was everything going wrong?
• * •
When Kessler roused from the
deep sloep into which the pinkish
powder had sent him, the doctor
stood regarding him with grim
amusement. "Hello, Kessler," he
called. "Had a bad dream?"
Kessler shivered. "You bet.
Doc. And say—that foolishness
The doctor nodded. "Yes—•
"Just forget that, Doc," whis
pered Kessler. "And telegraph
Mrs. Kessler I'll be home right
aroused Law and Carson mada
their master stroke.
They announced their party in
tended to present the men of Uls
ter a pledge which the men were
This pledge provides that If
Lloyd George and bis i>arty gibes
home rule to Ireland, the men of
Ulster will refuse to obey an Irish
parliament, even If they have to
resort to civil war. This Is the
so-called covenant bo largely
signed on Sept. 28.
Already heads have been brok
en and men killed In the fury ot
the Ulster excitement.
The men of Ireland, both Cath
olics and Orangemen, have not
trusted Law and Carson. They
know them as we, In the United
States knew Ballinge rand Uncle
Jo«. They know these men do
not have the interests of the peo
ple at heart, but only the inter
ests of the aristocracy and the op
pressors of labor.
It was only by stirring up re
ligious strife that the unionists
have been able to compel the at
tention of the Ulstermen.
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