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<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
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 boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
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.
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 19, 1934
DO YOU KNOW YOUR TOWN?
SIGN OF FAIRNESS
HALLIE Q. BROWN HOUSE
St. Paul Recorder.
St. Paul Recorder.
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
* « •
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.
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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.
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
State Republican Group Mapping Final Drive
Protection for All
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
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
• • *
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
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
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.
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