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LWGtST CWIM OF MI PAPER 111 VI
Mother
strewn mound is growing green once again. SHE lives a
life eternal within his heart.
From that moment when he lay upon her breast and his
heart began its beating next her own—a moment when the
depths of human feeling are touched and awakened and
the heights of human possibilities disclosed, SHE loved
him, lived for him, toiled for -him, felt for him, saw for
him, want hungry for him —and died for him.
He did not understand —then—the great, almost super
human task asked of HER by the Creator; nor could he
see—than —that the heart-breaking load SHE carried would
have crushed the strongest of men; he only knew—then —
that SHE was both father and mother to him.
And yet SHE bore her burden with a saintly smile and a
patient soul that makes HER now appear as a heavenly an
gel temporarily placed here by the Divine Maker to guide
through the terrible meshes of an earthly life the being
SHE had crossed the darkened valley of death to bring into
existence.
He sees HER now. With eyes of memory he watches
HER pass to and fro by his darkened bed, smoothing his
aching brow, holding bis feeble hand, murmuring “My
boy! ’’
He sees HER with frail, tired arms and wornout body
bending over her daily tasks while he, unmindful and un
heeding, romped in the mud in childish play.
He sees HER toiling, toiling, toiling, throughout HER
never-ending days—and he didn't understand.
HER wan face greeted him when he tumbled from slum
ber’s arms—and he remembers now that MOTHER gave
him the choicest bite from their scanty loaf.
He sees HER frpin his little bed sewing and darning and
- _ ironing “ for. my boy. ”
And Then there grew a time when SHE was too weak
to longer struggle with the burden that wrote the deep
wrinkles upon her face and marked her body with wearied
seams of pain and lifelessness.
Then when HER work was done—when that tiny baby
had been led hour by hour, day by day, week after week,
through all those long days—HEß only ray of sunshine,
“MY BOY!’’ —into the world of manhood, a strong, God
fearing and man-loving man—SHE lay down the life
SHE had lived for him, and went to her glorious reward.
What though HER hands were shapeless and rent with
the disfigurations of toil.
To him they always were and always will be softest and
whitest and best.
What though HER body was bent and faltering!
To him SHE is atill the most beautiful of alb
Therefore, on Mothers day, when so many have the
blessed privilege of laying at living MOTHERS’ feet the
flowers of love, other multitudes will with him live over
sweet memories of days when MOTHERS walked by their
side, and he will wear the w hite flower for HER—for
HER to whom he owes the great hereafter.
Bo upon the threshold of this dear day, while the fra
grance of the unpicked flower links itself to his tender
memories, he writes these lines for the mother awaiting
him upon the other shore.
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This is the “merry month of May.” Don’t let the comet
depress you.
♦
Una Cavaleri and Ade! Genee both are going to get mar
tied. Beginning, as it were, where Lil Russell left off—if,
indeed, she has.
San Antonio’s building gain for the month of April was
one of the remarkable indicators of the prosperity in the
south. This city shows a gain of W 8 per ee nt over the same
month last year and ranked fifth in gain in the whole United
States The .yes of investors having Ran Antonio land and
investments must shine when they read in their financial
journals of the great and permanent progress that is being
made by Texas’ greatest city.
New Triumphs
New Dangers
The airship has titivated man’s vanity as nothing in th 3
way of invention has done for centuries if ever. At last
man equals the bird! The last of the elements has yielded
to his dominion. He is literally monarch of all he sur
veys.
“Here’s your eheek!’’ say* Fat,. “Pay as yon go up!”
And man pays!
Lilienthal paid. Selfridge paid. The roll of those who
have paid with their lives is terrific when one considers the
shortness of the time during which we hare been navigating
the air and the small number of aviators.
Turning turtle, dashing concussions against obstacles in
tempests, breaking machinery, minute errors in judgment
al! these take their toll in a business in which a stumble is
death.
It is like learning to walk, not npom the floor, but on the
peak of the Matterhorn.
And now a new peril enters in—the danger from thunder
bolts, Ths belief of most scientists has been that the air
ship away above the earth would be safe from lightning.
There would be no ground connection, they said, and light
ning smites only when it seeks the ground. The airship
would be insulated by hundreds of feet of air, and therefore
safe.
But the other day a balloon sailing over Germany was sho
SATURDAY,
In the springtime of his
life SHE lived. He remem
bers HER so well now.
SHE is not deal, though
the grass above that tear-
Whenever man obtains a
new triumph over nature ho
pays for it. Destiny extends
no credit—it is cash on the
nail.
from heaven as a duek is pierced by the fowler. It fell like
a winged bird, its gas exploded, its nacelle scorched, its four
passengers horribly mangled, dead.
Such a bolt would destroy utterly any airship of whatever
type imaginable as a bubble is destroyed by a thrust of the
finger.
“Here’s your check!” says Destiny. “Pay as you go
up! ”
Another freak crystal gazing sect turns up in New York.
Most New Yorkers prefer gazing at crystal with something
to drink in it.
That half million and more acres of school land that will
be placed on the market between now and the end of the
year will bring hundreds of eager investigators into Texas.
There is an attraction about school lands at any price that
fascinates the northern home-seeker. Perhaps the terms have
a bit to do with, it also the rate of interest.
Look at your property tax receipt. If you are known as
an anti-administration man, it’s a safe wager that there is no
poll tax receipt attached.
A professor rises to remark that sound has color. Also
there are loud colors.
Those Isrge Roosevelt headlines from Copenhagen were
formerly occupied by Dr. Cook, if you remember.
Possibly the most remarkable feature of the life of the
late King Edward was the love which he had inspired in
the hearts of his people during the nine yean he has ruled
the great British empire. In his early days as the Prince of
Wales, his escapades were the talk of the kingdom and criti
cism of his lack of poise and indulgence in dissipation was of
the freest sort. In later years, even before he was called up
on to assume the dignity of his grest position, Edward seem
ed to change his whole view of life and he became a man of
broad sympathies, high aims and splendid judgment. His at
titude en all questions affecting the welfare of the people,
his democracy, generosity and lovable character, raised him
to the place of a popular idol. Probably no European mon
arch was held in such high esteem and veneration as was
King Edward at the time of his death. Although his youth
gave no promise of such a future, the fulfillment of his life
was a source of great pride and honor to the nation.
Uncle Walt
The Poet Philosopher
Do good in the world as you’re prancing along, and throw
the harpoon) into error and wrong; and always remember the
man with a scowl is dense as a donkey
WHILE YOU'RE and dumb as an owl; the man who is
LIVING joyous fills others with joy, and people
will call him a peaeh of a boy. Oh, live
while you’re living, and hold up your head, for a man never
knows just how long he’ll be dead! Drive out all that’s
vicious and mean from your mind; be honest and tender and
faithful and kind; don’t criticise pilgrims who wander astray,
but jolly them back to the straight narrow way; don’t grum
ble around when you 're doing your chores, but kick up your
heels like a colt out of doors; get what pleasure you can, for
when all’s done and said, a man never knows just how long
he’ll be dead! Some time in the future your mainspring will
stop, and Death will come up with a skip, jump and hop; and
when you are facing that grisly old cuss, and looking your
last on the world and its fuss, ’twill brace you and cheer yon,
and let you down light, to know that you always stood up for
the right; you’ll make no excuse for the> life you have led,
though you’ve no way of knowing how long you’ll be dead.
Copyrlfht, 1910, by George Matthew Adama.
As Others View It
TAXATION AND PROSPERITY.
Not many understand the relation of taxation to pros
perity. Everybody should know about it. Wherever a lib
eral policy has been adopted by the local assessors, great
prosperity has resulted, as, for example, in Schnectady, in
New York, which has grown in population from 13,675 in
1880 to 75,000 in 1910, and in assessed valuation from
$3,393,410 to $43,458,325, has multiplied its population 600
per cent., and its assessed valuation 1400 per cent, in thirty
years. Schenectady in 1905 had upward of four hundred
manufacturing plants, with a total output of over $33,000,-
000 of products. These statements are a part of resolutions
adopted by the New York Board of Trade and transporta
tion. preliminary to an official call for a state convention
to consider the advisability of amending the state law for
the taxation of manufacturing corporations, so that their
taxation upon capital and surplus, outside of real estate and
special franchises, will be uniform throughout the state, and
will protect them from inequitable taxation upon their ma
chinery and tools and all investment employed in manufac
turing, sr is done in Pennsylvania, Maryland, several other
st^te. and the Dominion of Canada.—Leslie’s Weekly.
Indiana, having produced so many poets that nobody is
left to do the barbering. purposes educating its convicts in
the art and turning them loose on the unshaved after their
release from prison. It is presumed that a certificate show
ing past offense will be given in each case for the assur
ance of the shavee.—Denver Republican.
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The Indianapolis police have been instructed to take all
married drunkards home. This combined with the hat pin
ordinance compelled policemen to carry rules to measure the
offending weapons, will tend to make the police unpopular
with women.—Buffalo Express.
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Pointed Paragraphs
Meu hope for the best, bnt at the political pie counter they
grab for it.
If you attempt to touch a miser he may get busy and
scratch your acquaintance.
It is difficult to convince the ehap who has a monopoly
that competition is the life of trade.
Let a man sit down and size himself up as others see
him and the result is apt to be more or less discouraging.
About all some men here on earth seem to be good for is
to keep pushing a elond of cheap tobacco smoke up into the
air.—Chicago News.
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REFLECTIONS OF A BACHELOR.
The crosses we carry cheerfully are those we think
aren’t.
A man is just fool enough to be proud of getting into a
law suit.
Doing almost anything that isn’t against the law gets
stupid even before you do it.
Most men who get into public office act as if it were a
hammock on a summer day.
There’s hardly anything a man lies about so.much as how
successful people consult him about their affairs.—Now York
Press.
SAN ANTONIO LIGHT AND GAZETTE
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PATIENCE, BIDDT.
Said the little brown hen
To the lone Chantecler, , e
“The barnyard, me lord,
Is lonely and drear;
All your brother roosters
Are perched on women's hats;
Who'll scratch gravel for us
Or adjust our barnyard spats!”
Said the lone Chantecler
To the little brown hen,
“Have patience ’til the autumn—
The styles will change by then.’’
—L. M.
STRICTLY OONFIDBNTIAL.
Dear Mr. Newkirk—l am an attrac
tive young lady of 18 years. I have a
very pretty face, large, innocent, baby
blue eyes, and a wealth of golden nair.
I have had many suitors for my band,
but up to this time none of the suitors
have suited me. After having carefully
followed your writings for a long time,
I have come to the conclusion that 1
could learn to love you, if you will only
agree to teach ms how. Now you can
not eall this a case of love at first sight
because I have never seen you.
If it is agreeable to you, 1 would like
to have a little personal talk with you
on the all-absorbing topic of love. 1
cannot bring myself to the point ot
discussing this sacred subject in the
columns of a newspaper, where it would
be seen by the vulgar gaze of the pub
lie, and for this reason I take the lib
erty of making an appointment with
you, so that we may discuss the matter
quietly, where others cannot hear.
I am going to ask you to meet me at
San Pedro park next Thursday evening
at 6 p. m. Then we can" take a stroll
together and as we sit side by side, in
some sequestered nook, you may hold
my hand, look into my eyes and enlarge
on your theories of love.
So that you may be sure to know me,
I shall wear a large bunch of violets,
and so that I may readily recognize
you, I will ask you to wear your watch
in your left-hand vest pocket and any
solitaire diamond rings you may have
on the fingers of your right hand. You
might also carry your roll in your right
hand coat pocket as an evidence of
good faith. Please don’t disappoint me.
Until we meet, au revoir.
Affectionately yours, MABEL.
As much as I regret to tell you, Ma
bel dear, I have an appointment with
myself next Thursday evening at 6
o’clock, so it will therefore be impos
sible for me to meet you, either then
or at a later date. My time is booked
full several weeks ahead.
Perhaps, after all, it will be just as
well if you and I never meet. Now,
if I were to get to gazing too intently
into your innocent baby-blue eyes, 1
might forgef myself and in a rasb
moment propse to you. Then during a
cold and sober second thought possibly
I might regret it, but what difference,
would that make to you! None what-[
ever You would see your lawyer, and ■
your lawyer would see my lawyer and
the next thing I would know I would
find mayself snarled up in a disagree
able breach of promise suit.
Besides, I can’t say I exactly like the
conditions which you impose so that
you will be able to recognize me at
sight. It seems to me you should 'be
able to pick me out without asking me
to bring my watch, my jewelry and my
bank balance with me.
I know what makes your fingers so
cold, Mabel—you wear your gloves too
tight.
Dear Newt—l have a friend who,
every time he meets me and while he
is conversing with me, keeps busy with
both hands, picking lint or flicking
dust off my clothes. I feel as if I am
fairly well-groomed until I meet him,
but when he stands up in front of mo
and begins to go over me, picking off
a bit of thread here or speck of dust
there, or pulling down my vest, or re
adjusting my necktie, it makes me ner
vous. I have even known him to but
ton up my coat, down the front, when
I didn’t want my coat buttoned. On
another occasion, he took ont his hand
kerchief and dusted off my shoes with
it.
He is a good fellow and I don’t like
to hurt his feelings by asking him to
keep his hands off me, when we meet,
so what am I going to do about it! is
there any way I can cure him of this
annoying habit!
NERVOUS WRECK.
Yes. I know of two ways whereby
you can cure your friend of the lint
picking habit.
First —Hereafter always carry with
yon a whisk broom and the next time
you and yonr friend, the lint picker,
neet and he begins going over yon,
slyly slip the broom into his hand and
presently you will find yourself being
brushed down on a street corner. When
he suddenly awakes to find that he is
performing this menial service, he
will feel a good deal like a valet and
will feel humiliated in the extreme. A
couple of doses of the whisk broom
should cure him of this habit.
Seeond —If the lint picker does not
succumb to the above treatment, yon
go to a well-known little eigar store
where novelties are kept. Among other
harmless, practical jokes for sale by
this tobaconist, you will find what is
known as the “Endless Thread.” It
consists of about 25 yards of white
thread, wound on a small reel, which
may be concealed under the lapel of
your coat and the loose end drawn
through and left hanging. When you
meet the lint picker, he will, of course,
pounce on this bit of thread instantly,
but by the time he has pulled off the
25 yards he will be tired of his job
and the next time he sees a bit of
thread on your clothes, he will thrust
his hands in his pockets and look at
it with suspicion.
If neither of the above cures brings
about the end desired, confer with me
again and I will send you a fully paid
up nnd no assessable one-way transfer,
good for one passenger to* the Lint
Pickers ’ Home
THE LINT PICKER.
Do You Know This Woman
I
Observant Citizen
A young man who is employed as cor
respondence clerk in a large Commerce
street house recently went to board
with a private family where a blessing
is always asked before meals. He had
beqn in the house for a fortnight and
the family had grown to like him very
much. They regarded him as one of
themselves, and last Sunday evening,
when they were all seated about the
supper table, the mother asked: “Mr.
Blank, won’t you ask the blessing to
night!” The assemblage bowed their
beads reverently and the young man
stammered through the grace. When
he had finished the supplication he
wound up, triumphantly, “Very truly
yours, P. J. Blank.”
He has not been asked since to say
grace and the family have ceased to
treat him as one of themselves.
Did you ever notice when you drop
ped a led pencil that it invariably
alights on the point and is broken! I
suppose it is guided by the same per
verse spirit that animates a cow to
wait until the milk pail is nearly full
before she kicks.
SAN ANTONIO 2tW AGO
(From The Light, May 7, 1889).
Fred Townsend has been appointed
United States commissioner at El Paso.
A horse hitched to a butcher cart
became frightened on King William
street yesterday afternoon and ran
away. Jacob Rheiner was injured slight
ly while endeavoring to stop the horse
on South Alamo street.
The Belknap Rifles reception com
mittee has abandoned the idea of meet
ing their comrades from New York at
Yoakum, but will meet them at the
depot here probably next Monday, night.
The city council held a long session
yesterday afternoon and disposed of
much business.
August Santleben has returned from
the City of Mexico.
Ed. Kotula has returned from a trip
to Waco.
Charles Shiner left this morning for
the City of Mexico on business.
Miss Lonnie Glenn, niece of Prof. J.
E. Smith, was agreeably surprised by
a party of her school mates, at her
home on Avenue E. Miss Glenn leaves
tomorrow for New Orleans en route for
her home in Tennessee. Among those
present were Misses Lonnie Glenn,
Mamie Thomas, Mamie Howard, Mae
Campbell, Josie Crothers. Birdie Coch
ran, Jennie Mattison and Messrs. Chas.
Wilson, Herbert Springall, Jas. Thomas
and Eugene Shock.
The election s®f officers of the In
dependent Order of Good Templars
will take place tonight.
Herman Heiligmann did not go as
delegate for the Second Ward Hose
company to tlje State Firemen’s con
vention’, because of illness in his fam
ily. Frank Kriseh went in his place.
Prof. O. W. Hilgers contemplates
erecting a hamdsome residence on one
of his lots on Lkurel Heights
Texas Talk
R, H. O. F.
Eagle Pass spent most of last
week in San Antonio, and Eagle
Pass enjoyed the visit muchly. San
Antonio is the daddy of paid secre
tary boosting in Texas. The result
is that every San Antonian con
siders himself and herself a com
mittee of one to see that all visi
tors have a good time when they
come there. The result is that San
Antonio has new advertisers every
time a stranger goes to that city.
That is the kind of advertising
that pays. — Eagle Pass News-
Guide.
The right band of fellowship is the
one thing that leaves a good impres
sion. A warm clasp and a smile makes
life’s dreary mile stonestick tick cheer
ily off.
FACT AND FICTION.
San Antonio business men are
hustling lively to get into the
count all the people the census
enumerators missed. Whether or
not the enumerators miss as many
people as they are usually charged
with, it is a fact that the federal
census hardly ever pans out as
many people as we expect. All
of the larger cities are apt to find
the official figures far below the
population estimates usually put
forth. Probably enumerators
don’t get them all and also very
few towns have as many people as
they claim on their commercial
club or board or trade letterheads.
—Corpus Christi Caller.
The chief trouble is that census
enumerators are human beings and not
sent down from a heavenly sphere to
count us.
HE KNOWS.
The Light and Gazette says the
original settlers of San Antonio
could have saved a lot of trouble
to the present generation if they
had made the streets a little wider.
Thia verifies the popular impression
that the average San Antonian
needs a pretty wide path to peram
bulate in when he starts homeward
late at night from the club or beer
garden.—Corpus Christi Caller.
Don’t know either place. It takes
the stranger within our gates to dis
cover these things. AU good San An
tonians are in bed when it gets dark
under the table —that is, when it seems
dark under the table.
DO IT DAILY.
Texas always does the right
thing. For instance, just as the
sweet girl graduate is ready to
emerge from her studies to the cen
ter of the stage, the cape jasmines
are provided, all at the psychologi
cal moment, so to speak.—Terrell
Transcript.
It takes some producer to produce
sweet girl graduates and cape jasimines
at psychological momwo l
MAY 7, 1910.
Little Stories
A SMUGGLER HEROINE
This tale of heorism displayed by a
young woman engaged in smuggling
contraband goods over the Swiss-Ttalinu
border comes from Geneva: “Mlle. Par
etti, aged 18, and her brother, aged
23, left Swiss territory to cross the Bal
disco pass carrying contraband goods
into Italy. On the summit they were
overtaken by a violent snow storm and
were soon in deep snow. The Porettis
roped themselves, the young man lead
ing. They lost their way, and while at
tempting to find the path, Porotii fell
through the snow into a crevasse into
which he nearly dragged his sister. The
girl, however, planted her ice ax in the
snow and withstood the shock.
“Early the next morning several
smugglers crossing the pass from Sniss
territory into Italian, found the young
girl near the ordinary route taken by
smugglers, and recognk,od her a‘ once,
as she belonged to a smuggler’s family
and lived at Chiavenna. The smug
glers et once drew up the brother, but
found that he had died during the thir
teen hours his sister had held him >y
the rope. He had received severe in
juries in the head and his boly was
frozen.
“The smugglers carried down the
brave girl, who was almost unconscious,
as well as the dead body of her brother,
notified the Poretti family at Chia
venna. On reaching the valley the girl
had recovered sufficiently from her ter
rible experience to explain that she and
the brother had spoken for several
hours after the accident, and at last he
said that he felt nothing and wanted to
sleep.
“A warm night followed the snow
storm, or two dead bodies would have
been found. Under the great strain,
the rope had cut through the girl’s
clothes and her waist was bleeding
when she was rescued.” — Chicago
News.
NOT THE SAME.
“Mother.” queried the pretty daugh
ter, “did father have his salary in
creased when he married you!”
“No, dear,” answered the mother.
“How much was he getting!”
“Only $lO a week.”
“But I suppose he had a lot of
money saved up, didn’t he!”
“Not a dollar; he spent his money
as fast as he earned it.”
“Did you got along comfortably!”
“Yes; and we were very happy.”
“Well, mother, you know dear George
hasn’t been able to save a cent, but—”
“See here, young lady, if that pov
erty-stricken dude dares show his face
around here again I’ll get your father"
to kick him into the middle of next
week. ’ ’ —Chicago News.
PROTECTION.
* ' What makes you wear your auto
mobile goggles to’the theater!” asked
the carefully dressed young man.
“Those aren’t automobile goggles;
they ’re hatpin-proof armor. ’ ’—Wash
ington Star.