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«f RMRKR Or THtt ftCRIPPS MIHTIIWKKT . I.K*«JI KOK KKWSPAI'KUS. Ttlrfnpklt Itir> Z'J^^^M 1 ■+ ■# ♦ ■ •cnln of the Halted l-rru Anaoclatlou by direct M - ■ J a >W*_<fc. #>A «h -^^ ■ UlKd WIW. ,' . ■ . >■-; Jp<4 HI 1111~ IJI I K>trrril ■( thr |.»«(<,f I. Tn.onif,. n.li.. nil W-■ ■■ ■ ■■ ■ 111 I ■rroad-clMi luliltrr. I'ubllahed by (hr Tirana •A^^^r V ~ ~ 'lime* Pub. Co. HTerr BrealnK Kzecpt lu«4ar. '■■■■^^^^>T-^J*"--^--•■•'■■■•-;-? "1 ; '■■■■■■ -■■ "-■• WHAT'S BEST FOR TACOMA? The Times doesn't care whether the man to take charge of the city's light or water plant, or to finish building the Niaqually job, be named Brown or Smith or Jones. It floes care, and cares immensely, whether the work of these two great departments be managed well, whether the intricate work connected with the completion of the big Nisqually plant be done right and for all time. That's all the city as a whole is interested in. The people have paid a lot of money into these plants. It has hit all of us, high and low, to pay for them. We want the best men we can get for the money to handle them. If Commissioner Lawson can get better men to take charge of the various bits of work than the men now handling them, he ought to do it. It's his duty to do it. He ought not to make changes for any other reason. Show yourself the big man the people of Tacoma thought you were, Nick Lawson. Tell your political advisers to jump into the sound and you go ahead and do what's the very best for the town. Don't let any other consideration enter into the case. WIIjLIAM M,LK\ WHITE thinks that the long friendship between Taft and Roosevelt was due to the tendency of men to admire things In others that they do not themselves possess. Teddy would, for Instance, try to smoke one of Bill's golf sticks, and we'd give 10 centa to • see Bill try to fire off one of Teddy's heavy rifles at a charging American bull buffalo. Story About An Old Man Jim Beaty was quite along In years—nobody knew how old, and it doesn't matter —but he sometimes got jobs about the Santa Fe wharves at San Diego. He wore poor clothes, wasn't always washed, and lived alone In a little hut in the suburbs. Nobody In quires much about a man Hke that, you know, and so, whence he came or what the life-trials that had wrinkled his face and bent his body we cannot tell you. Ah, well! he was just a derelict, just a piece of society's flotsam with which the Pacific coast Is strewn. He Jived my himself with his secrets and the world was, willing to let him. i, One day last week, Jim was passing near some children who were playing with matches upon the sidewalk. Little Renee Cle ment's clothes took fire. Jim sprang to her, clasped her in his arms, smothered the flames with his own body. Then, horribly burned himself, he worked his way through the crowd and went to his hut to bed. Alone, bliatered, burning with thirst, without food, company or help of any sort, Jim tossed aud groaned upon his poor couch for two days and nights. Then, in some way, maybe through Him who notes even tne sparrow's fall, the parents of the Clement child got word of Jim and visited him with help in their bands. He smiled at them through his blisters. "I wanted to save that little girl," said Jim, "and never thought of by own danger." You see, the idea that he had saved the oliild had been keeping Jim up all the time he laid there hungry, thirsty, lonely, in the agony of dreadful burns. But Mr. Clement bowed his head: "Our little Pence died the morning after," he murmured. Then old Jim Beaty's eyes tilled and. with a great sigh, he turned his face to the wall. And now It seems as If the whole world wanted to know old Jim Beaty, the recluse, the dock-walloper, the hero in the old faded blue overalls. They nurse him. They give him good things to oat. They talk about a Carnegie medal for him. They say he is grand. They love him. Honestly, many of them love all humanity better because of him, for they have come to believe that, often, with tire patched overalls, the calloused hands, the labor-stained face and the rough exterior of the common toiler goes the soul of the greatest of heroes—the soul of him who is willing to lay down his life for another. WILL IKWIX, in the American, says that between 20 and 35 "all a man does with his extra money i.s to shell out for wedding presents, and after 35 for floral offerings." Now, what in thunder Is "extra" money, Will? Where Do Heroes Come From? An analysis of the Carnegie hero fund commission's report, dated January 31, 1912, shows these figures on the total number of awards made since the fund became operative April 15, 1904: Total number of awards 583 Awarded to wage workers 406 Awarded to students and schoolboys 92 Awarded to business men 33 Awarded to professional men 21 Awarded to women and girls , 31 It is doubtless true that the notably large proportion of awards to wage workers was due mainly to the fact that they are engn^fl In the hazardous occupations which give more frequent opportunity ' for the display oi heroism. But the fact remains that when the opportunity arose, the men I of the dinner-pail brigade were not found wanting, but were ready to make the supreme sacrifice. It's hard to reconcile the clamor of the politicians for the em- j ploymeut of only local men on city business with the booster < ircu lars urging all skilled and competent men to tome to Tacoma. Nice Little Precedent ■ In the vernacular of the prize ring, the Denver & Rio Grande has been forced to "cough up" 8465 acres of your coal lands, fellow citizens. You'll find the news about it tucked away in a corner of your paper, perhaps. Not much land comparatively only 8465 acres, worth $1,750,000 —but it is rather large as a precedent of restitution. The Utah Fuel and Calumet Fuel companies, called subsidiaries of the Denver & Rio Gra,nde, got possession of that land by fraud, so the government claimed. The government gets the land by dropping its suit. Three cheers for the government! It can com pound felonies as well as the next man. How foolish the thief Who wouldn't compromise by giving up the loot, when caught with It on his person! I Observations I — 1 ISN'T the Woman's Taft club going to endorse Beverly Coiner! tor Todd's Job? LET'S see, who la Senator Ralph Metcalf going to nominate for president anyway? LOOKS es if considerable politics can be Injected even into the commission plan of government. HAIMST someone better call the attention of Andrew Carnegie to the fact that the Tacoma library needs enlarging? MOTHERS' DAY is Sunday, May 12, and the carnation la the flower to wear. It's a mighty good day to remember. PASTE THIS up on moving day where It will do the most good: Ida Tarbell, authoress, declares that man cannot do woman's OUTBURSTS OF EVERETT TRUE. In Little Old New York BY NORMAN. (The J. O. B. Tells of a Learned Professor's Mishap.) n. y., satterdy—gee, the funny est thing i herd about for a dog's age hapened into a medikel col iidge up town the uther day one of the perfessers had been over to yoorup and he brot back a or 4 littel klussh tubes with jerms. you know, jerms is them things that people die of only they dont know It. they just think they got smallpox or sunithing, but reely Its the jerms, so the docktors says, anyway. well, this perfesser he had rounded up a bunch of the most ornery jerms that there was in all yoorup, and he had them in the littel glass tubes so this morning i am telling about he was giving a leckture on Jerms to a class in the collidge, and he had all his nice new bot tels of jerms to show them there was about two dozen fel lers in the class, and the janniter he hapened to be In the room too, finishing up with his dusting so the perfesser he held up a cuppel of the littel glass tubes in They got me into a bridge, and hour after hour I sat Across from a dignified lady (and a bridge shark at that). 'j,. , I played in my finest manner (which isn't a thing to boast). But the glare of my angry partner was searing me to a toast; For she knew all the rules of playing the absolute rigid dope. And thought me a perfect ninny, a person beyond all hope, For bridge was a serious business, a vital affair of fate, '■ Now, I'm fond of a little card game and tickled to death to play, | But when lam looking for study I'll get it another way, . I For I am a frivolous person when recreation I seek, And I hate to sit In silence and ponder my hand a week. The frown of a wrathful partner disorders my brand of game And the smile of martyred meekness displeases me just the same, j And if I must spend my leisure away from frivolity 1 I'll use it studying Sanscrit —but nix on the bridge for me! The Markets m————^^^— *«^M—BM^aßaa>^ A carload of fine Lost Angeles strawberries arrived yesterday at the local fruit market. Butter and eggs remain firm. Yaktma spuds are $34 a ton. — ■■> Strawberries —Los Angeles, 75c box. $2 a crate; Florin, $2.50 chest. Carrots—sl sack. ' Lemons —$4. 25® 5.00. Cabbage— 3@4clb. ,J Oranges— email@example.com. Spinach —9o6. '» California Grape Fruit —$3.50 Chicken —15® 16c lb. ©4.50. Oysters—s7.so per sack. —Califorria, $1.15 Clamssl.9o sack. @I.GO box. Crabs— s 1.50 1.75 doz. Potatoes—s34® 38 ton. ButtT. - Lettuce —$1.10 01.75. Washington Creamery — 26© Turnips—sl sack. 2 Be. j Br>ef — 10%@11%c. Krrs ', Pork— l 2 % © 1 6 %c. Washington Ranch— 22 230. Celery—7sc doz., $4.25 crate. ——- j Beets —$1 sack. WHOLESALK PRICES. i Onions — ■ Feed. 4! Sweet potatoes— l&c lb. Hay. $14 019 ton; oats, $42 TACOMA ton; wheat, $36@37; shorts. Rhubarb— Home grown, 3c lb., $28.50 ton; bran, $26.50 ton. THE BEGINNING < Do not postpone the opening of « savings account simply be cause of the smallness of your list deposit. All things, you know, must have their beginning. The big things of today were little things of —Remember, we receive deposits as low as a dollar. 40/o BANKERS TItUST CO. BANK 4 o/o '••■■■■ - - .;■ ■■ ■■:"- •;■>% CAPITAL »:u>0,000.00 >■■:?■■:■-;'-ir,; :'.-:■":.' •> , *. BANKERS TIHHT lit 11.1)1 NO, TACOMA, WASH. .; , -> /.•■'.".•-.iv - ■•■■ : "<J.r,'. ■- '- ■- '■ ' ■■' ■ - - -t: ■•■•-■- fHE TACpISA TIMES. _',_.' ■ I ' .11 .1 . I II I ..«■■ " I W^^':" r^S^^Jjfi*^^^,1 ;' * • ' . ■ j4P^4'- ■: ~ -'■■■ " nUAVrP Huslnes. Office. Main 12. Pa^e ofjgfte Cacoma Cimes j pggLlgj» g *^^*X7^ V-V^JW^Hk VIIVUIIIU <5P • OFFICE-770-778 COMMKKCKBT. the fingers of his rite hand, an he ses to the class, ses he gentlemen, hear i hold in my hand the dedliest jenns known to silence, if there was 600 elefents in a sin-us tent, and 4 or 5 of the jerms witch i have in these hear tubes was let loose in that there tent, them 600 elefants could kiss theirselves goodbye, they would ent last no longer than a clean coller in pittsberg just then his fingers slipped and the glass tubes fell ou the flore and busted all to peace*. well my goodniss you never seen sutch a ezitement, all that class was trying to get out of the dore at once, and they got stuck in the dore, and the perfesser he climed out on a winder sill and holered for a fire ladder the janniter he had a head start, and he run 6 miles befoar be stopped, he aint been within 10 blocks of the collidge einse, he pays they can get a new jan niter for all him the perfesser and the class and the room has all been fumygated and sterilized and disinfected, and they are hopin for the best Johny Ztsriteyihi^ A Kansas farmer advertises that he wants "a good milker who will not swear at the cows." Hu manity gone slowly onward and upward. "I'm all mixed up," sighed the slender young thing. "What troubles you, dearest?" solicitously inquired the eager swain. "Why, you say I am the honey, and my other beau says there are no flies on me. You can't both be right." Property like anything else hag Iti advantages. When a fellow la bo situated that he can hold his pocketbook In one. hand, it leaves hi.i other hand free to scratch his ankle when it Itches. "My heart, clear girl, Is all on fire for you," With trembling voice the ardent lover said; ' Hlie answered, "Henry, I would much prefer A man who early hustles out of bed And light* the furnace—flames of heart and soul Don't warm the feet up like a . bunch of coal."- An automobile has more sense than an orator. It always stops when the fuel gives out. Were we all like Anthony Com stoctc electricity would never have been discovered, for we could be shocked without it. "I can't go to the masquerade, I stutter too much." "Well. Just make up like a soda fountain." "Kipling gets ten dollars a word for his stuff." "Well, I once got 200 pounds for a word, but I didn't know it. for my wife only weighed 120 then.' our nußcm artist low." A theatrical notice runs: "This famous quartet will furnish solos, duos and trios." "Jones is a fine man, a good neighbor and a splendid citizen. "Why, only a year ago I heard you mv he beat his wife and cheated his friends." 'Oh, well, Jones was running for office then." "I put a window on every side of my house to be sure and get the sunlight," said old Hi Hicks, "and I find out that what I really needed was a skylight." "The package says radishes, but I've a suspicion it's just plain chicken feed." "Old Dr. Bee claims to cure rheumatism by hypodermic Injec tion." "Don't you- believe it. Hi-s an old humbug and everybody that ffoea there get* stung." THE clock .struck miomicmt; but PHILIP still SAT AT HIS DESK AETERM»N€I> TO THIMK OF A W^AMSTICK BEFORE Me WE>fr HOME. AT FIVE MIMOTES ON6 HE KM« SATISFIED W«tM THIS one; • IF ALL TM6 girls LOVED A comi>octo»^,wooh> HE »6 A CARPET?" good might/ THE OLD PIANO There's a piano down In Casey's, In deserted little room, Seldom used now; mournful look ing, Mid the silence, mid the gloom; The old scarf is threadbare, faded, Broken key, and missing; string, Yet memories of the days that were, Hover near it; round it cling. In Casey's place— days of yore, When evening shadows fell, A Jolly crowd would gather there, Their jokes and jests to tell; 'Twas social room to banish care, To enjoy a bit of life. Where merriment, pleasure, ruled the hour, Goodfellowship vanished strife. Then someone would propose a song, "You bet!" they'd shout with glee. The piano player —an obliging soul— Would play these melodies: "Old Kentucky Home," "Mollle Darling," "Golden Slip pers," "Sweet and Low," "Kitty Wells," "Suwanee Riv- er." "In the Gloaming," "Old Black Joe," "When you and I were Young, Maggie," "Juanita," "Mag gie May," "Annie Laurie," "Oaken Buck- et," "Captain Jinks," and "Nellie Gray." And when a pleasing voice com menced, "Silver Threads Among the Gold," The sad, sweet melody reached their hearts (It never will grow old). Its simple, pleading, soft refrain. Seemed each very heart to tear, For all were held in misty dream, Of hearthstone, mother, prayer. "Darling, I am growing old, Silver threads among the gold, Shine upon my brow today, Life is fading fast away; But my darling you will be, will be, Always young and fair to me. Yes, my darling, you will be Always young and fair to me." » • • • • There's a piano down In Casey's, In deserted little room. Seldom used now, mournful look- Ing, Mid the silence, mid the gloom; The old scarf is threadbare, faded, Broken key, and missing string, Yet memories of the days that were, Hover near it; round It cling. UVE F. VERNON. A frfend of mine who's starting to raise chickens says she thought bringing up children was trouble but now she knows they aren't a circumstance. .. .When boys find out a girl is hoy-struck they will jump fences to dodge her....A husband thinks he's awful helpful if he takes down the washline aft er wife does a hard day's work at the tub....A 16-year-old girl always imagines she will prize a husband like one of those book heroes who never seem to have any occupation but sticking around in the parlor. . . .Some families do all their scrapping at breakfast. The porcupine always has a quill ready when he wants to suck lemonade. 0 I 11>! :s FOR TOMORROW. • • Time. Height. • • 3:08 a. m 10.6 feet m • 9:58 a. m V. 1.8 feet • • 5:32 p.m. 10.7 feet • • 10:00 p. m ...... 8.0 feet • • ;'- * • . 0 MANY PEOPLE ABE FOOLED BY 'PURE FOOD LAW GUARANTEE' ON GOODS THEY BUY Uncle Sam Does Not Back It Up, Says Or. Wiley, Explaining s. r ; ial Number. ' WASHINQTON, April 30.— What Is a "serial number" and what does it mean? Taking that as his text Dr. Harvey W. Wiley, the former chief chemist of the government, writes the following article for the Times: I»y Dr. H. W. Wiley. The food and drugs act pro vides that no dealer shall be pros ecuted who estbllshes a guarantee of purity and compliance with the law from the manufacturer, the wholesale dealer or other person selling the goods. In order to facilitate the giving of such guarantees those charged with the formation of the regu lations for the enforcement of the Food and Drugs Act conceived the Idea of simplifying the mat ter by issuing to manufacturers and wholesale dealers and others guarantee numbers which would be printed upon the article with a phrase showing its nature and purpose. In order, therefore, to estab lish a guarantee once for all a manufacturer has the privilege of filing a guarantee in due form in the Department of Agriculture that the goods on sale comply with the. requirements of the Food and Drugs Act. Thus, by printing this fact upon the label, together with the number assigned, all further trouble respecting the se curing of the guarantee would be avoided. Unfortunately, this plan, whicn was conceived with the most worthy motive to aid the manu facturer and protect the dealer from whom the article was pur chased was almost universally misinterpreted by the consumer. When he read upon the label "guaranteed under the Pure Food and Drugs Act, Serial No. " the consumer almost universally supposed that this guarantee was given by the United States De partment of Agriculture. His idea was that the article in question had been carefully ex amined at the Department, found to comply in every respect with the requirements of the law and that the government itself was be hind the guarantee. This phraseology later had to be altered so that each statement would be so worded as to plainly indicate that the guarantor was the manufacturer and not the gov ernment official, nut we find the minds of a vast number of per sons still holding to the idea that the guarantee upon the label is backed by the government. Nothing could be further from the truth. No questions are ask ed of those who seek a guarantee number other than the establish ment of the fact that they are a bona fide corporation or associa tion doing a real business and re sponsible for any act which they might commit which would be contrary to the purpose of the law. It would indeed be a satisfac tion to the consumer to know that each article of food or drugs guar anteed had been examined by the government and found to be true in name and quality. But such an undertaking would be physically impossible and hence no attempt has been made to verify the guar antees which are submitted for record. The government takes the guarantor at liis word, assuming that he is honest, and assign to him a number. If the public continues to be de- The Republican Barber Is Busy In China "' -\ " ■ ■'■'-- - * --' ■ .' -" 1 . Lopping off the badge of Maarhu ' serritiHi*—a photograph . which might well be entitled "The H»pe of the Lock," after a classical poem. ... ■.:--■. ..- ;.■;-,■' ;-r-.-•*■•:■■' : •'" Tuesday, April 30, 1912. ceived by tills method of expres sion there will only be one re source left to the officials, namely, to withdraw entirely any expres sion of guarantee on the label and require that it be put upon the invoice or bill of lading of each shipment. * * * (What good, then, the reader may ask, has been accomplished by the enactment and execution of pure food laws* Dr. Wiley be lieves that the benefit to the con sumer has been great, and in his next article will tell how. — Editor.) IN SPRING. TRA LA! TODAY IN HISTORY April 30, 1789, President George Washington was Inaugu /2fi rated president WjC-v on the balcony Tmd/^ftTvK Of tne old clt Wm 7T*"fi hall iv Wall st ' Xew York City. 'V-^'^Hk As J. Plerpont I^^BM Morgan's office /i»~* >!*▼ '" -'"s* across i^^^iWßr the Btrect- thla >,^ Jrßffllill was not "' c?f. "'3 V I'lHUi I from the Pres" R^AiElli ent Beat of ov" ...,„ . eminent. Pres ident Washing ton read his message to congress before sending it to the news papers, which is not the modern custom.