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IJBAGUH or MSWIVirBM. HlhimHi «•«*• ■«nl«. af IM l'»l««* Pnw A«wUMm kr 4lr»«t I—■« Win. ■■«««■< > ■*: the ■' »*ato«fl*», :- Ttmu, Walk. ■■ ' ■rroad-claaw Matin. r«MI*B*« kr ika Item TtaMi , Pah. Co.. ISvrrr - Hvaaaav , Biwyl ■ ■■■■■y. Record Of the Standpatters YOU'RE STILL A Standpatter, are you? Rath er proud of it, too? Perhaps you don't know the com pany you are in as shown by the record of the Stand patters, beginning back a few thousand years. Well, here it is: Who would not hearken to Noah, a preacher of righteousness, and were all drowned in the flood? The Standpatters. Who refused to let the children of Israel 50 up out of the land of Kgyptt The Standpatters. Who had Daniel cast into the lions' den? The Standpatters. Who rejected the teachings of Jesus when "the common people heard him gladly?" The Standpat ters. Who compelled Galileo to recant his declaration that the earth revolved? The Standpatters. Who put Columbus in prison after he had dis covered a new world ? The Standpatters. Who, after the globe had been circumnavigated, still insisted that it was flat? The Standpatters. Who believed it was right to hang persons for witchcraft? The Standpatters. Who decried the introduction of the sewing ma chine, the cotton gin, the self-binder and other labor saving inventions? The Standpatters. Who, north as well as south, opposed the aboli tion of slavery? The Stand patters. Who objected to the adoption of standard time ? The Standpatters. Who opposed the building of the Panama canal ? The Standpatters. Who have continually fought all legislation in the interest of the people? The Standpatters. Who have always Delieved that a public trust meant private graft? The Standpatters. Are you still a Standpatter? If you are, it is from among them and be ye separate." What William Shows Us | A VERY FINE LAWYER, a gentleman who has recently been mentioned in connection with the Ohio governorship, writes us: "Taft's term in the White House has done more to open the eyes of the people to the folly of turning the government over to lawyers and judges than any thing else which has happened in a generation." Yes, sir! From evil cometh good, often, very is often. We.get those delicious "lady fingers" cakes from ancient eggs, and from Bill Taft we get a tre mendous demonstration of just exactly the sort of man not to make president. We sure owe it to Bill to say that in this respect he has done the country a eervice unequaled by predecessors in particular or collectively. But our government is pretty largely a govern ment by courts, now, and to follow logically our Ohio correspondent, it is a bad thing to put lawyers on the bench. Bad government by lawyers, good government by laymen. This is sound argument, rational deduc tion. And we may eventually get around to curing some of our governmental ills by such a substitution, not with consent of the lawyer, Ohioan or otherwise, Jbiowever. A Chinese Program OTHER THINGS BESIDES tea, fancy plates and stories about missionaries are coming out of China. The new China is thinking about govern mental matters, about taking its place in the comity Jof nations, and is going about it in the right way. Yuan Shih-Kai, first president of the .Chinese republic and her greatest living man, was recently quoted as expressing his aspirations in these words : "I want to build for the millions here and the millions to come. We want food, we want work, we want peace." Aiter all, there isn't so much difference between the Chinese and ourselves, ia there? Yuan has stated in a few worda the entire program, the entire hope of the progressive masses of the United States. What is the meaning of all this talk about con servation of national resources, tariff revision, trust regulation, popular control of the government, initia tive, referendum and recall? Observations SELF-GOVERNMENT must still be somewhat of a problem when a city like Detroit promptly re nominates eight of her eighteen aldermen who are under indictment for bribery. NOTIFYING Wilson, Marshall, Taft and Sher man was tame work. A committee to notify Willie Hearst that he wasn't nominated could have made folks' patriotism just boil. WE note that the American Bar association is having its annual gabfest over the evils of progress. 808 HODGE speaks tonight at the Taeoma theater at 8 o'clock. Hear Hodge and be convinced that he is the right man for governor. Gditoriat Pa<*e of €fie CaconiJi Cimes NICE ABOUT IT At a meeting of business men a discussion was started regard ing a banker who has the reputation for hard bargaining, close fistediifss and invariably getting his pound of flesh. "Oh, well," said one man, "he Isn't so bad. I went to see him to get a loan of |5»0 and he treated me very courteously." "Did he lend you the money?" was asked. "No," was the reply, "he didn't. But he hesitated a minute before he refused."—Kansas City Star. WOMAN'S PROGRESS "I tell you, women are taking their proper place In the world." How now?" "Mabel's graduating essay consisted of a thesia on the theory of throwing the spit ball. Nobody ever thought, ten years ago that a girl could do anything like that."—Kansas City Journal. TWO OF 'EM His companion bent over him, with pitiful earnestness, and stared beseechingly into bis waxen features. Again came the flutter of the eyelids, but this time his will mastered approaching death. His lips weakly struggled to execute his hint commands, and the friends bent closer to hear the faltering whisper: "I am—gone, Yes—er—l know. Go to Milly. Tell her —I died with—her name on—my lips; that I —cr—have loved—her—her alone —er—al- ways. And Bessie —tell—cr—tell Bessie the same thing.—London Weekly Telegraph. MKKH NOTHING COMMON Mrs. Tinkle—They say that Mrs. Neaurlch is becoming more proper every day. Mrs. Dimple—Yes, Indeed; you should have seen how mor tified she was a while ago when she learned that her husband owned common stock in a railroad.—Satire. MATERNAL. FRIGIDITY - "I know I keep late hours, mofmer," confessed the repentant young man, "but you've told me many a time that I was the 'star' of your existence, and so " "Notnow, Perdval," interrupted the austere old lady, look ing at him over her spectacle!; "you're my midnight son " —New York Tribune. THERE* WERE STANDPATTERS EVEN THEN ■,'•' • ;. Here*: m picture; of , Joint* Hanwuy, lurrying THK ■ FIRST SUM- ItitlXM. long, long j a«o, 'onf a'; rainy London ; Sc|)(<>iiib«-r Oaf. Of i coui*e' thi't laughed iat rhtan:^*:;:^^ ;"V, ■■",,.'" -■ tf&S^yh; W^@, I SrSi* Quite :a t few people carry, umbrellas ■owariay*. without /creating anr e»< itenirnl. I NOT ALWAYS. Prisoner—And I thought stars and stripes were the emblem of liberty! The sun was sinking in all his 6 lory. H« Didn't Dare To. "George Washington never told a He. It does not seem possible." "He knew It would be of no use." "How goT" "H« married a widow, and you can't lie to a widow and get away wjth It."—Houston Post. Her Proxy. "Well, auntie," asked her young master, "do you really be lieve in the Bible?" "Ye», Bah, ebery word." "Do you believe that the whale ■wallowed Johan?" "Yes, sah; I believe it canße the : Bible says so. I'm gwine tuh ask Jonah 'bout dat jes as goon as I gets to hebben." "But suppose Jonah Isn't rhoreT" "Den, honey, you ken ask him." M— Judge. i' KINETEEN .MILKS A SECOND ■without a Jar, shock ': or disturb ance, is : the awful speed ;of ' our earth through space. We wonder at such ease of y nature's i- move • went.' and so do those '. who take ; Dr. King's J New Life i Pills. No ! griping, no distress, Just thorough work that brings good health and fin* . feelings."^- 2 50.^i Ryner Mal stroin Drug C 0.,938 Pacific aye. •-; Th« i Tlnn* WANT AD PHONK is Main 12. Call that number any lime up to • p. m. and your wants Mil be mat ' - ■ _ The Times Daily Short Story THE LOBSTER POTS By Harold Carter Jean Piret flung the oars Into his boat and pushed off from the shore, followed by the curses of the Breton fishermen. "Traitor," shouted one. "The English gold is dearer to thee than the honor of France. Go, catch they lobsters for the Eng lish commander." Piret made no reply, but glanced up the bay to where, an chored in the swift tidet, the British battleship Inflexible, a] man-of-war of. three decks and uinety guns, loomed like a men acing specter against the mouth of the harbor. Next he looked back upon the little fishing vil lage, so lately devastated by the red-hot cannon balls of the in vaders. He paled and muttered into his beard. "Go, then, accursed one, catch thy lobsters for the English!" cried the fishermen, shaking their fists at him as he pulled out. Their anger was natural. The English supply ship had not come In, and Jean Plret's lobsters and fresh fish, which he sold to the English officers, formed a wel come change from the unvarying rations of half mouldy pork, pick led in brine. He alone of all the Braton sailors 'took out his boat nowadays. In him the love of gain seemed to have supplanted patriotism. As he neared the battleship, however, his eye clouded. He glanced along the bay. No pilot bad brought her hither, nothing save sheer luck had guided her through those swift tides and rocky barters. Once she set sail or lost her anchor she would be swept to destruction upon the | needle edges of the submerged rocks, over which breakers con stantly were foaming. "Ha, Piret, have you fish for us?" cried an officer from the deck as his boat pulled by. "Or any more of those delicious lob sters you brought us yesterday?" "I go for lobsters tonight," an swered Piret gloofily, watching the twilight deepening over the sea. "Where do you .set youT bait?" the officer shouted. "Under those rocks there ara lobsters bigger than any off the coast, and sweeter," Piret re sponded, indicating the direction hard by the big anchor that kept the big vessel fast by the bows. "May fisherman's luck be with you," said the officer piously, turning away, .lean Piret an swered nothing, but baited and let down his pots. Then In the gathering gloom he turned and shook "his fist at the man-of-war, whose giant hulk swung blackly athwart the tide. It was full In, running between the shoals of the Biscay coast with all the force of the Atlantic combers. Darkness "deepened. became impenetrable. Even the giant ship was nothing more than a great gray shadow, and only her toplights Indicated to the villagers that she was there, waiting lm* placably. Sh3 had no searchlights, for this was before their day— E Trout <«<S> I'm sick of the mountains. The lakes and the plain, And even the seashore Just gives me a pain. I'm weary of places Vacationists roam; I'm weary of loafing— I want to go home. I'm bored with th« hammocks That lazily awing, I'm sick of the birdies That warble and sing. I'm sick of flirtations Af frothy ag foam; I long for the city— I want to go home. I want to be busy Where life li athrob; I want to be hustling. Get back on the Job. The summer's near over, And up In my dome This carol is ringing— "I want to go home!" SUCH IGNORANCE. .-. Visitor —Little man, do ", you know; who I inn' '■ : - . Bobby —i; Gee! 'v Don't ' YOU know? rkTfrVlTrP Bn»ln«w OMlee Mate 18. PHI IN I* S Ctr<->l»Uon Dep(. Mate la. rOVlJliy^Bdltorfai'.Dept. Main TM, ; OFFICE— 77O-778 00BOIKBCB ST. ■ THEN, LEANING OVER, HE BEGAN FILING BENEATH THE WATER. before the day of the torpedo, too. Shy had nothing to so far as sbe knew, from any enemy, seeing that the bulk of the French fleet was making for the Mediterra nean by the way of Trafalgar, soon to be memorable. Piret shook his fiHt once more, his face convulsed with batred. Then, muffling his oars with rags, he began to row silently, picking up hi* lobster pots. Twelve of them contained the bait which had not been taken, but in the thirteenth was a fine file of Bteel. Piret WATCH FOR AMERICAN KING IN THREE GENERATIONS KEIR HARDIE; A SKETCH FROM LIFE. By Harry P. Barton. NEW YORK, Sept. 3.—"ln three generations America will be the greatest monarchy the world has t-vcr seen. She is, eight now, rushing with all her might toward such a develop ment with the unchecked growth of her mighty plutocracy and the continuous upbailding of her mighty army and her mighty navy —the two chiefeet bulwarks of a predatory wealth and a landed aristocracy. The time is fast ar riving, these things plainly seem to point, when a king will finally be demanded to rule this land—a king about whom the satellites, inonied and titled, may revolve, and who, by pomp and cerecony, may delude, the people as to their KtCAL rights." Kier Hardle, member of the Kuglish parliament and most fa mous of all- British socialists, paints this as a possible picture of future, near-future, American politics. Kler Hardle, not wild-eyed and burning with unchaatoned fire of youth, but white-haired and lu minous with a fine-blown intelli gence, made the statement to me calmly and forcefully. This is Handle's fourth visit to the United States and he says he feels sure now that such a roy alistic regime as he pictures MUST and WILL coma to pass here unless the worklngin<>n of this country begin AT ONCE to REALIZE and to TAKE THEfR RIOHTS. He says: "American people are no dif ferent than English people and although they haven't a king now and vaunt much their republic Him If things keep on moving as they are—carrying more and more power Into the hands of the dipped his band Into the Bea an 1 began feeling until be came on what he sought. It wag the great chain that held the anchor of the Inflexible. Then, leaning over, holding his boat stationary with his left hand, which gripped the hawser, he began filing beneath the water. Half an hour later be laid the file aside and felt the chain with his hand. In the strong steel there was the smallest indenta tion. He hurried hla work. It would take him all night, and it must be completed by dawn. Day broke at last as Piret reached the shore. He did not hesitate, but went from door to to door, awakening the inmates, whispering to them. As each man heard he took his musket from beneath the floor where It had. been concealed and hurrfed after the fisherman. But before the mists had risen from the face of the sea cries of distress camef ringing over the waters. Then came another sound, well known by all; that of a ship's timbers grinding upon that rock bound wall. Suddenly the curUtn of the fog rolled. Hard on the rocks rolled the stranded hulk of the Inflex ible. The giant waves broke over her, her guns rolled helplessly upon their chassis, pointing sky ward and seaward. One moment the villagers paused in awe, the next their muskets crashed out a thunder of doom to the inva ders, black In the rigging. Jean Plret had baited hla lob ster pots to good purpose. favored few and backing up their power with militia, navymen, guns, powder and armored cruis ers—lt will not be a great while away before the king arrives, and when he does the people will be flattered by him then just as tba English people are flattered • by him today. "Will the American nation al low things to go on here as they are going? "Will American* arrest the tide before it is too late? "These are the questions I am eager to see answered. I want to see the working people of Am erica have too much intelligence to neglect their rights and pass them over to an aristocracy. "There Is only one way they can conserve their rights. And that one way Is to redistribute the renters of wealth so that they cannot go on Increasing automat ically and delegating, in' propr tlon, more and more power to the owners of (Ins.- pools and. de crease In proportion, the power of the people who are creating these pools. "The way to redistribute this wealth hi to establish municipal and state ownership of public utilities and the means of produc tion. And to do this, the work ing class must put itself in ioh trol of municipal councils, legis latures and national congresses. "Royalty—hero worship—ls a disease,a form of Insanity, and Americans, the workers of Amerl can, should not succumb to it, even to the final symptoms that announce. Its coming. Instead they must rouse themselves, form their own party and never agin allow themselves to be governed and exploited by an oligarchy— a rule by ft few self-chose ego tists."