The Detroit times. [volume], June 08, 1909, FIRST EDITION, Image 10

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Th* Truth. *• *■««
Wk«B U tMpo or Hum.
nKrSKft To EWist
F falfte Woe Star
[ irmy Tomorrow
That la Your Part for a Day In a
Campaign to Which Detroit
Mon and Woman Glvo of Their
Tima the Yaar Around.
Amd that day will crown the efforts of noble men and women who
art leading the light against this disease and who are organised to pro
; Mata Ha stndy and prevention.
Wednesday in Detroit will be Blue Star day.
The sale of tags bearing blue stars will be conduoted under the
Mfjnces of these men and women and the proceeds from their sale will
gt toward the proper care of dependents afflicted with tuberculosis and
toward the preeerration of the public health in general through providing
the means for proper precautionary measures.
Young ladies will give up a day of their time willingly and will be
on all street oorners, in the stores and in the offioe buildings with tags to
•apply pasters by.
The suooess of the day is dependent upon a perfect organisation to
which the men and women to whom we have referred have given cheer
fully of THEIB time.
How it remains for YOU to show your sympathy with this grand
onuft
Don’t fail to buy a blue star.
Yon can pay as much or as little as you like for H.
If a penny is all you can afford, that is all you are expeoted to give.
That penny being all you can afford you can feel the same satisfac
tion as the man who will be able to give a thousand dollars, for you have
given in proportion to the way fortune has smiled on you the same as
the who has more than you from which to give. I
Ho matter what you pay for it, to wear the blue star tomorrow will
designate yon as a public-spirited oitisen appreciative of the efforts that
MMiriflcing men and women of Detroit are putting forth to prevent the
qvead of this dread plague and to eventually rid society of a disease for
pears regarded as unconquerable.
Last year over SII,OOO was raised on Tag day.
But that was not all.
The spirit with which the citisens of Detroit entered into the plan
to raise funds to wage war on the tuberculosis germ continued over the
day and as a consequence the question of the public health has been one
the past year of an increased interest.
While the money collected from the sale of the tags was being used
for proper treatment of indigent cases and in the education of those where
the disease exists, the general public was manifesting its interest by way
«f an increased sentiment for public playgrounds and better sanitary con
ditions.
BB&T*?/-.:. t ' • -v
This year it is hoped the amount of contributions to the fund will
be doubled and that Blue Star day will have the added effect of a doubled
interest which will grow and grow until the grim reaper will call in vain
where he has reaped his harvest of victims of this dreaded plague.
Be sure you wear a blue star and pay for it all you can possibly
afford.
You oould not invest a dollar in a more worthy cause.
jgjsy :
| From Another Point of View
The Knight* Templars appear to have it.
• • •
It Isn’t the high man who wins In balloon races.
• • •
Andrew Lang takes American humor too seriously.
L • • •
South Haven’s slogan Is: ’’South Haven Can.” But a dry ma nin South
Haven can’t.
• • •
Don’t open your w’indow for a change of air If there Is a street
jaftano under it.
• • •
This silence in the jungle may mean that the game has taken to run-
Bing the other way.
• • •
jjf Count Eeppelln’s airship met with no accident yesterday because it
didn’t go up yesterday.
• • •
a suicide having been reported from there, the regular season at
lltlngara Falls appears to have opened.
• • •
I | Gov. Hughes* investigating committee reports Wall-st. a necessity. Then
Hpeoastty la also the mother of Invented stock values.
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R F Somehow or other It would seom a bit more reassuring if we could
K|nr once In a while that Col. Roosevelt had landed a few rabbits.
P &+r\m" Sullivan is In Dublin seeking from "Dick” Croker advice as to
9bjf!obAtion of New York politics. For one thing toward that end Sullivan
stay In Dublin.
local PLAYHOUSES
tTHE TEMPLE.
Chip and Mary Marble, well
stars in musical comedy, made
liliai appearance in Detroit
lie in Detroit vaudeville in the
, Monday afternoon, present-
Old Edam.” by Anna Marble
, aptly described on the pro
la “A. deft dialogue with droll
picturesque costumes and
acentc setting.” Thie skit tells
gtory of a little Dutch boy and i
Egi* Dutch girl who live on the banks
Kibe 2 Buyder Zee, whose uncle threat-
Kto throw them out of doors unless
him a sum of money whl« b
father owed him. Their father
lift them nothing but a Dutch
gßgk that cuckoos every lime any one
||Ej|gr U Me and an old Dutch cheese
■L little Dutch girl becomes very bun.
K'fbr | piece of “lemlng" pie. Much
dislike to. they decide to sell
B( oi the cheese to gratify her wish
iHLjM they cut the cheese they find
KpSnd with gold. Both Sum Chip an 1
mpM* Marble are entertainers par ex
flpfos. one of the' features of the
HRonuncs being the rendition of
■p Blind Fig.” The stage Is set
WSm ta very pretty, being in delft blue
Mj*the Chalk Line." Is a rural corned/
Hatch presented by HArlan Knight, as
Wm by George Neville and Miss 1.11
K Volkmaa. It was written by Uni
■Eytcm, from matertal Mr Knighi
UHpfr*4 In his old home In Limer
m> IN. U is an entertaining bit of
There i« a glad day coming—a
day when tuberculoma, the great
white plague and humanity's dead- 1
liest enemy, will have been con-j
quered and wiped from the faoe of
the earth.
That day will result from an
awakened public, through enlighten
ment where indigent cases exist,
and from consequent improved con
ditions.
comedy, with a touch of nathos. Jam**
H. Cullen, “the man from the west,”
sings a number of old songs, some
new ones as well as parodies, In hia
own inimitable manner, and is one
of the best things on the bill. The
Farrell-Taylor trio In “The Minstrel
Man,” display much musical ability,
the voices of the men of the cost be
ing especially fine, while Hlbbert and
Warren, as the piano plaver and the
funny dancer, proved excellent fun.
The Empire Comedy Four were wel
comed back as old friends, and Paul
l>»Crolx demonstrated that he is a
comedy juggler of real merit. The
four Onetti sisters did not appear at
the performance in the afternoon, be
ing delayed In reachiQg Detroit, but
were on for the evening in their sen
sational acrobatic act. The Mooreo
scope pictures complete the program
The attendants In the Temple are all
In natty new gray suits, while the
heavy hangings have been replaced by
lighter ones for the hot season .1.
H. Finn, formerly press agent for tho
Temple, bat who has been engaged
with a vaudeville house In Rochester.
N. Y.. for some time, will be at the
local house for a few weeks.
Tests seem to have supported tho
claims of a Boston Inventor to have
perfected a system of wireless tele
phony which cannot he Interrupted by
other wireless waves In the same
gon«>
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This pony is only 17 Inches high.
It is 4 years old and it will never be
any higher.
The little girl in the picture is lucky
to have this pet, because such ponies
a* this are rare outside of China,
where they are raised.
JUST HOW HE WOULD SAY IT.
“Did your husband ask ‘Where dirt you get that hat?’ ”
“No; you don’t know my husband. He asked: 'Where did you get
that at?’ ”
In Detroit Life Is Worth Living
JEROME H. REMICK.
Pres, of J. H. Remick, Music Publishers and Printers.
THE TIMES’ MOVING PICTURES.
Pony breeders there have thousands
of years of experience behind them
They do not seP these wonderful
ponies to outsiders, if they can avoid
it. This little girl’s papa, an English
man. paid over SI,OOO for It, and had
to hide it in a bag to get it out of the
country.
yllas, e Knew Her IVell
The vaudeville syndicate* have put a ban on mother-in*law joke*.
“The Man
Who Stole
The Earth”
By W. Holt IVhttt
CHAPTER LXVlll.—(Continued.)
Every now and again they passed
over a patrol, aud In the rays of the
searchlight they could see the troopers
i rein In their horses and mechanically
salute as the Dt passed overhead.
They went at as good speed us they
could make, which however, was not
much over fifty miles an hour, uutil
they came to the frontier. Here the
toad straggled up Into the hills, and,
after that, lost itself In thick pine
woods, so that they had to drop to a
speed of about thirty miles an hour.
But when they had crtmr.ed the fron
tier a great open plain streiehed before
them, and as the moon was now up,
they were enabled to put on speed to
about the extent of 100 miles an hour.
They played the seurchlight all
round them us they went, ulthough, as
a matter of fact, Strong saw clearly
enough that their very use of It might
destroy his purpose. Inasmuch as the
occupants of the car they were seek
ing would probably be warned by its
light.
Arbuthuot, who hud been making
certain calculations, then told Strong
that they must of necessity be up with
the king of Balkania if they had not
already passed him, for the staft he
had stolen was nto u gr?at one, and
even the furiously driving Ludwig
could not with any safety have made
more than between 30 and 40 miles an
hour along the rough road to Croatia.
Strong, recognlxing the force of this
argument, ordered Arbuthnot to put
dut the searchlights.
"Tht best thing we can lo.” he sakl.
“is to hang here until sun tip. There
is then just a chance that we may
spy the car If as I imagine, his majes
ty is lying low till daybreak. But,
after all. It Is a chance. I ant afraid
the quarry has got clear away."
It was no wabout 2 o'clock in the
morning, and Strong bade Arbuthnot
lie down to rest, saying that he would
call him at 4. This at least gave them
two hours sleep apiece.
Arbuthnot grumbled in friendly
fashion at the arrangement, urging
that, as the control of things was
uder Strong, he was most In need of
the first sleep. Indeed, lie had It in
his mind. that, should Strong be per
suaded to sleep flrsi. he would let him
sleep on until sunrise.
But Strong was quick enough to de
tect that thought.
"Yes, my dear chap." he said, "and
then out of the kindness of your heart
you would fail to wake ne at 4. Nor
a bit of it. This is business, and
business is best left to the «eltlsh man
You need not have the lightest fear
that I shall fall to wake you at the
appointed time.
Arbuthnot laughed, pulled some rugs
about him, curled up on the deck of
the ”D1” and was Instantly asleep.
Strong kept his lonely watch, now
and again turning on the searchlight !
lest the flying king should b eseeklng i
to reap the advantage of the darkness. '
But not a sign of life ir the plain
beneath him met his straining vision. J
At 4 he roused Arbuthnot. and lav
down himself. Before he did so. how !
ever, he warned Arbuthnot against tho
use of the searchlight, saying that It
would be an easy matter to pick up the j
king by daylight should he come from ■
his hiding-place before 6 o’clock.
At 6 It was fairly light when Ar-1
buthnot roused Strong, but although j
they made the best Investigation thev |
could of the plains below them with
the glasses there was nothing sus
picious to be seen.
Strong waited for another 02 min
utes or so until the light, was better,
in order that they might follow the
rosd at the greatest possible altitude.
Then he put the airship full speed
ahead, and within half an hour they
covered 002 miles.
But still there was nothing to be
seen of the flying king
Strong, therefore, checked the "Dl.”
and, turning to Arbuthnot, said.
(To B* Continued.)
“Primo Fossil Evidence”
By FRED SCHAEFER.
I 'yMXMJ
Somebody done diskiver Brudder Judas Gumdrop's younges furstbohn
breakin’ out wif a rash.”
"What was that affair down at the
parsonage, boy?” inquired Col. Gads
den while Jackson Johnson Clay wa-s
giving kis law office the annual
sweeping. "I heard there waa a blck
ering spirit manifested.^
”'Twasn’t 'sac ly a bickerin’ spur*
rlt,” replied Jackson Johnson Clay,
draping himself in a relaxed attitude
over his broom handle. “Hit wus
more ob a deductionary demonstration.
Yaas, sah. Hit startet wlf a straw
burry festihblo.
"De ihurch done need a bundle o’
new shingles fo’ de roof where de
deluge trespassed frew, and de ewes
ob de Hock assemble a festlbble to
defray de exchequer. Slstah Lucy
Mahshmallow she bake de biscuit
dough. Slstah Honriette Henroost sho
denote de powdahed sugar, Slstah
Liza Bandanna de sweet
cream, an’ Sistah Jane Chalkeye chjfl
lenge huseelf to confer der straw
burry. Deacon Dave Oollah Brooks,
who wuks at de libbery stable, lend
de lanterns, an' Pahson Beaver fur
nish do yam fo’ de lawn feet—ad
WHEN A FELLOW S IN LOVE.
By WEBSTER.
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A Weed, Not a Flower
Frank Work, a well known New York millionaire whose daughter
married a foreign high-flyer, declares that international marriages should
be a hanging offense, if he had his way. "I have only contempt." says
he, "for these helpless, hopeless, lifeless titled men who cross the ocean
to carry off the very flower of our womanhood."
Os course, Frank is right in thinking well of his own daughter who
was "carried off” and in his contempt of the foreign "Its" whose only
possessions are a threadbare title and a blanket mortgage on their an
cestral halls, but he is 'way off his base in classing as the very flower of
our womanhood the silly American girl who marries the refuse of foreign
nobility for sake of a title.
There is no creature on earth quite so useless, quite so much a weed
instead of a flower, as the average daughter of our millionaire families.
She tolls not. neither does she spin. She has no responsibilities. She has
no labors save those of keeping In the van as to dress and Jewels. To
swosh around in society and Anally land a title to go with her diamonds
and satins comprises her life ambition.
In fact, in uselessness and general shallowness, she is a flt mate for
the foreign specimen of evaporated manhood whom she Anally purchases
and leads to the altar.
The transplanting in foreign soil of our millionaire "flowers of
womanhood" would be a positive blessing to America, In every way, were
It not for the millions of dollars they take with them, and our lawyers
even bring back some of this money through service in divorce and other
scandalous affairs.
Os course, there are exceptions. There are a few IMen Goulds.
There are a few rich American girls who marry titled and are
a credit to this country and their husband's country. But, they are the
exceptions which prove the rule that, save ns to the sordid doilars, this
country loses nothing by the marriage of our millionairesses to the titled
paupers from abroad. Certain it is that the flower of our womanhood
misses nothing.
The flower of our womanhood is the conscientious, loving, laboring,
child-raising mother and housewife, and the girl whose aim is to be such.’
THE FACTS IN THE CASE.
Neighbor: What ye layln’ In canned goods fer? Coin* ter take
summer boarders?
Farmer: No; Jlst tryin ter make our city relertlves go home.
AN INFANTILE DEDUCTION..
Mother: Come, Dolores, come look at the little birds. They are
nestlings.
Dolores (surveying them): Oh, y be U&tched from neat egge,
aren't them? —-
Tuesday. June 8,
1909
mlshun a nickel, Chilian free, pervided
cey dou’ eat.
"Well. sah. de lawn feet wuz a
gUtterons success an' a regular scene t
ob gayttsliy. Everybody wui am
bitious to award deyselfs de allce ob
ehoht cake what wuz de depository ob
de strawburry. Bimeby dey wui some
dismalliy boeaxe nobody could locate
dal strawburry. Hit sho'ly looked
l«ke de chief delicacy wuz distracted
from competition, like de winnin'
numbah in policy. Yaas, sah. Yaas,
dey liked to been a ruction ober de
falslslty ob It, twoll some body done
diskiver Brudder Judas Gumdrop's
younges’ fustbohti breakin' out wif a
rash. Yo’ knows, sah, straburriz
makes dat manifestation on lots ob
folksea Dat seemed like primo fossil
evidence, ai.' dey made dat chile’s
daddy pay foh de strawburry. But. '
boas, 'tween you an’ me, I'm de one
what done annexed hit.”
"But how did the child get straw
berry rash?” asked Col. Gadsden.
Huh, dat wus’n' no rash," grunted
Jackson, "dat wuz chickenpox.”
"Say, ma. I'm engaged!”