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Page 2 MINNE K» ? lK ■ / MINNEAPOLIS SPOKESMAN Northwest Publishing Co M Publishers CECIL E. NEWMAN, Editor W. M. Smith, Associate Editor Published every Friday *O9 Third St. South, Minneapolis, Minnesota Phone: BRidgeport 3595 St. Paul Office: 732 St. Anthony Ave. Phone ELkhurst 0195 SUBSCRIPTION RATES: One year. $2. six months, *1.25, three months. 75 cents. BY CARRIER: 20 cents per month or five cents per copy. These rates are payable strictly in advance. Advertising rates furnished upon application. NATIONAL ADVERTISING REPRESENTATIVE: W. B. Ziff Co., 608 Sooth Dearborn St, Chicago, Ill.; 210 Walter Bldg„ Atlanta, Ga.; 551 Fifth Are. New York. <4ll the Negro race asks is that the door which rewards in dustry, thrift, intelligence and character be left as wide open to him as to others. More than this he has no right to request, less than this the Republic has no right to vouchsafe. —B. T. Washington. In Australia, where sheep are raised by the hundreds of thou sands, a shepherd boy had a pet place where he laid his blanket, hunt ing knife, staff and simple medicine for his sheep. It was beside a rock about half as large as a tub. While the sheep grazed, he used the rock for a pillow and watched the course of the sun. There he had his day dreams, and wished that some day he might have great wealth and enjoy life like the English princes who visited his country. One day the shepherd’s dog came to him with a thorn in its foot. The shepherd proceeded to whet his knife on his pillow of rock before removing the thorn. His task completed, he noticed a peculiar bright spot on his rock pillow where he had whetted his knife. Investigation proved that the rock he had used for a pillow while wishing was the largest gold nug get man has ever discovered. Are there nuggets under our heads while we wish for wealth ? When we read the story of the “Lost Sheep” intelligently, we are forced to assume that the good shepherd took particular care of the 99 before he climbed over the cliff for the hundredth one. Just as “Union Made” is a stamp of quality in goods, a Negro face in a public office is a stamp of pure democracy and fairness in the office holder. With all of his sterling qualities, vouched for by many persons from all walks of life, the whole public as well a& Negroes may feel doubly sure of Geo. J. Ries. During his term of office, one of his trusted employes has been a Negro. On election day, one is forced to ask whether he will gamble or trust a sure thing. The daily papers did not say much about it, but the next day after Frank Boyd spoke at Deutsche’s Hall, every listener had a megaphone. And how they did broadcast their appreciation for that speech. Governor Olson is one of the most commanding speakers on the present day platform. Search the state for a person to present the Farmer-Labor ideal and the one man better than Frank Boyd is the governor in person. Quote Nelson Casey, the philosopher: “It’s a crying shame that the Farmer-Labor Party should have such a man at its beck and call and make him a brush pusher.” (End of quotation.) Frank Boyd is a high class gentleman, a thorough student of mod ern economics, a master of rippling, rhythmic English. He is sincere, honest, earnest. We would think more of the Farmer-Labor Party if it showed a higher appreciation for men of the type of Frank Boyd. Boys and girls, young men and women, and a sprinkling of ma trons in our midst have been just so much terrain until Miss I. Myrtle Carden whetted upon them a bit and found a brilliant interior. They are a great nugget of gold—the staff of Hallie Q. Brown House. Miss Carden is the director, the ring master. She holds up the hoop while the others jump through. Here are their names and their tasks: Ruth Brown, kindergarten; Beatrice Vasser, club leader; Hazel Butler, office secretary and club leader; John Douglas, boys’ worker; Harriet Hall, music, choral and piano; Margaret Benjamin, hand eraft; Wm. (Billy) Griffin, drama; Alberta Coram, education; Boyd Patrick, assistant boys’ worker. Then there are volunteer club leaders in nature study, dancing, sewing, home nursing and hygiene. French and German languages are taught besides an extensive study in Negro history. Hallie Q. Brown House is a nugget of gold that may be used. MOTHER TO SON Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But all the time I’s been a-climbin’ on, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes goin’ in the dark Where there ain’t been no light. So boy, don’t you turn back. Don’t you set down on the steps ’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard, Don’t you fall now— For I’s still goin*, honey, I’s still climbin’, And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. —Langston Hughes. FRIDAY, OCTOBER 19, 1934 DO YOU KNOW YOUR TOWN? SIGN OF FAIRNESS FRANK BOYD HALLIE Q. BROWN HOUSE St. Paul Recorder. St. Paul Recorder. HERE and THERE By W. M. Smith Some years ago I wrote of the experience I had when I permitted a female friend to inveigle me to a “Rummage Sale.” I waited out side while the lady shopped. • * * So I missed the ineffable lure that enshrines this form of pleas ure, a lure no lady seems able to resist, and now I have found that no man can resist it either. * * * For I have been to a rummage sale, have found the source of that charm, and have fallen for its lure just like any other weak mortal. Usually some church organiza tion gives the sale. The women who sell are more intent on giving pleasure and helping some real need than on making money. ♦ * * Fine and generous in their atti tude, they make one feel at home quickly. That’s the first appeal. Then, everything is so clean. Clothes are steam cleaned, or washed and pressed to make them as much like new as possible, so one handles them with a feeling of satisfaction and pleasure. That’s the next lure. * * • Then the charm of mystery! Who knows what one will find next ? All kinds of unexpected things. Baby shoes, an old-fashioned orna ment, a hat just in the style, a dress that would just fit little Jen nie, or a bob sled for the boy; and, tucked away in the corner, the very thing for which you have been longing, but knowing all the while it was beyond the reach of your pocketbook, all of them going for a song. * « • Bargains, bargains. What house wife could resist the chance of get ting something really worth while for next to nothing? No woman could. I couldn’t, either. I bought. * * * Since I wrote about the Old Age Revolving Pension, interest in the proposed legislation has grown tremendously. All Minneapolis seems to be talking or writing about it. Some pro, some con. But mpre pro than con. For more and more people are convinced of its great possibilities of benefit, not only for the older persons but for all people. Those who oppose it offer chiefly ridicule. But ridicule never stopped anything with merit. ♦ ♦ ♦ Those who are willing to spend a little time in thought or investiga tion find the merit easily enough. * ♦ ♦ Many meetings have been held. Few of our group have attended them. In St. Paul, I find almost no one who knows anything about this important subject. Dr. M. W. Judy in Minneapolis has become deeply interested. He has arranged with the Wayman Circle of St. Peter A. M. E. church for a public meeting at the church on Tuesday night, Oct. 23. The meeting will be free to the public. Everyone should be anxious to learn if it is really possible for himself or his friends to secure $200.00 a month for the rest of their lives, getting security for themselves, helping to cure the depression for all of us. ♦ * ♦ Speakers will explain the plan in detail. They will answer the ques tions you will want to ask. It won’t cost you a penny to learn. Thousands of people have become aroused in just this way. It may be too good to be true, as some de clare, but then it may be too good NOT to be true. ———— lAPOLIS SPOKESMAN Kb?O' ■ ■ - O- SlKflhk JK< ' rv g| If |M| K ?'. r A qpiSon ' x : . •-, ' - ' ' < ' ,'s <? s wOWO ;TX '■ <"•■»;•< ■■ A > ;^W- • A WW>Z /. >•<’ Martin A. Nelson, Republican nominee for governor of Minnesota, (center) with a group of his young Porgressive Republican generals discussing tneir plans for the final weeks of the campaign. With him, reading left to right, are: Thomas M. McCabe, chairman of the Republican state central commit* tee; William H Scott, Jr., assistant secretary, in charge of state organization work; Harold N. Rogers, director of speakers’ bureau and Leroy E. Matson, executive secretary of the state central committee. Talmage B. Carey of Minneapolis heads the Negro division of the state G. O. P. His chief assistants are S. Ed Hall of St. Paul and Joseph Albright of Duluth. Health and Hygiene By Dr. W. D. Brown CARBON MONOXIDE SOURCES Recently I wrote about the dan ger of carbon monoxide generated or stove and from illuminating in the home from a leaking furnace The one fact that must be kept in mind also is that the gas is color less, odorless and non-irritating, and thereby not revealing its pres ence by ordinary physical stimuli. My purpose here is to give you the sources in everyday life of car bon monoxide, so that you may be careful. They are as follows: 1, Automobile exhaust gas. 2, Gas range burning natural gas. 3, Room heater burning natural gas. 4, Furnace gas of small house heat ing hot water system. 5, City fire (black smoke from burning build ings). 6, Railroad locomotive stack gas. 7, Insulation burning in electric arc. 8, Carbureted water gas. 9, Coal gas. 10, Fuel gas. 11, Produces gas from coke. 12, Produces gas from oil. 13, Coke oven gas. 14, Mine fire. 15, Mine explosion. 16, Blast furnace stack gas. 17, Blasting. 18, T. N. T. 19, Cupola gas. 20, Bessemer furnace gas. 21, Crucible furnace. 22, Arc furnace melting aluminum. 23, Distillation coal-oil mixtures. 24, Blau gas. These sources were compiled by Doctor R. R. Sayers, and they show that in almost every place you go you are subject to being poisoned by this gas. Prevention depends on adequate ventilation wherever this gas is generated. THE POLITICAL SPOTLIGHT C. E. Rucker’s enlightening col umn will be continued next week. The column arrived too late for publication. I I State Republican Group Mapping Final Drive Howe About: Protection for All Destroyed Illusions Coal Oil Johnny ©. Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service. By ED HOWE T AM a man of peace, but when 1 the provocation Is sufficient, be lieve in a fight; even in shooting. Robberies of banks have become so common that in many towns alarm systems have been installed to summon, on occasion, citizens with arms in their hands. I am cheered frequently of late by hear ing .of bank robbers being shot down In the streets. It is not for the greatest good of the greatest number that an armed loafer, with murder in his heart, should demand money belong ing to industrious citizens. The majority of men do not approve of such methods, therefore are not only within their ’■ights in stopping such outlawry, but are to be highly commended. An occasional man ly ing dead in file streets, if discov ered in violence, is as fine an exhibi tion of morality as assisting the un fortunate. I believe congress has violently assaulted the rights of conservative citizens who represent the majority. Our country, our homes, our places of business, are as clearly entitled to protection as banks. Measures sufficiently vigorous to be effective should be resorted to in protecting them. • • * A writer in a Baltimore paper says the trouble with Americans now is, they are suffering from the destruction of their old illusion of superiority and infallibility. Hav ing been blown completely out of our serene confidence that one of us could lick thirty-seven French men, it was inevitable that we should begin to doubt that we can lick any Frenchman at all. We have been suddenly and frightfully con vinced that we are no better than so many foreigners, whereas, for a hundred years, we have been as suring ourselves that foreigners are low and feeble fellows. What won der, then, that we have fallen far into the dumps? Americans were originally in pos session of a virgin continent, which they exploited with unprecedented speed, and making many mistakes on the way. The resultant colossal wealth naturally gave us the im pression that our business acumen was prodigious. Everything con spired to maintain us in the opin ion that the American is in all re spects the most potent man who walks the earth. FRIDAY, OCTOBER 19, 1934 Then came the crash of matter and the wreck of worlds in 1929. Suddenly it was revealed to us that some of the most awe-inspiring fig ures In the American business world were In reality appalling chumps; that many political demigods really knew no more about statecraft than the average barber does about geometry, and that there is, with possible exceptions that may be counted on the fingers of one hand, not a really competent interna tional banker in Wall Street The country swarms with smart young salesmen, but the wise old heads in the business world are few in num ber, and far, indeed, from being In control. Naturally, our first reac tion was a stunned bewilderment that swiftly passed Into paralyzing fear, and everybody bawling absurd ly for help. • • • No figure in history has im pressed me more than a man called Coal Oil Johnny. He was a fool fellow living in average American fashion in Pennsylvania. Oil was found on a piece of wornout land he had fallen heir to. Taxes had not been paid in years, but the final limit had not been reached, and re- demption was possible. The oil discovery made Johnny rich, and he at once moved to New York, where he became the most reckless spender the world had up to that time known. Because of his unexampled folly, he became one of the world’s most famous men. One morning he awoke to find himself stripped, forsaken and for gotten, except that we say now he was the greatest fool in all history. I don’t know about that. Have not many millions been equally fool ish all over the world in the past dozen years? The men who loaned billions abroad in the first years of the war; was even Coal Oil Johnny equally reckless or foolish? Look at the appropriations of con gress in the past dozen years; were the financial operations of Coal Oil Johnny worse? Instead of noble monuments to Wilson, Harding, Hoover, Borah, Norris, Brookhart, or the La Fol lette boy, I think there should bo erected monuments of a disheveled, dissipated, careless man, and la beled: “A Typical American: Hon. Coal Oil Johnny, of Pennsylvania. Remember what a fool he was, and try to be wiser.** • • • On a certain day in history the Russians were fighting against Frederick the Great The next day the Russian armies were ordered by their chief Big Man to fight for Frederick. ... As a subject I havo often rebelled against the orders given me by rulers, believing they frequently order big things done for petty reasons.