OCR Interpretation

The new era. (Walden, Colo.) 1906-19??, June 16, 1910, Image 4

Image and text provided by History Colorado

Persistent link: https://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn91052444/1910-06-16/ed-1/seq-4/

What is OCR?

Thumbnail for

.381 CATlBER
As its name indicates, this rifle reloa3s itself, the
recoil of the exploded cartridge doing the work.
This places the complete control of the rifle under
the trigger finger, which permits rapid shooting
with great ease and accuracy. The .351 Caliber JIMP
High-Power cartridge, has tremendous killing
power, making it heavy enough for the largest game C - '
Catalogue fully describing this rifle, "The Cun Mis* Cj
that shoots Through Steel," sent upon request.
F*. H. MILNmi.I’HKH. IC. .1. NacCAT.LUM, Vicic I'iikh. A.A.IIUN’l'KK. Cash.
or Wulrittn, Coloi'iulo.
Transacts a General Banking Busim ss Six p-r (•••nr p>r anmnn <>n
Time Deposits.
I I I Trains Daily Except Sunday Ref. ween t^r'TT —^
Special Service on Li v»* Slock. Through I
Rates to all Market Centers, Via Union [
Pacific. Direct Conuectioi s M id.- »« I
Laramie. For rates and other information j
Call or Write
FRED A. MILLER, President & Traffic Manager.
— — — WTOMIN •
J All kinds of Blacksmithing and Wagon work J
i $
\ C. S. DRYER ;
f On Post’s Corner, Walden, j* !
I t
J Morse Shoeing ColoradsH
“*■ «i. ***+£.
’ The Denver, Northwestern & Pacific Ry Co
Quickest, Cheapest and Best Route between North
Park Points and Denver and Eastern Points.
Special attention paid to cattle shipments. We av- I
eraged nine hours from Granby and eleven hours 8
from Kremmling during past season, which saved (3
shippers freight charges account no shrinkage to 9
cattle. 8
For any additional information address any agent ;
of the company, or H
W_ F. JONES, Gen. Traffic Myr. j|j
Denver, - - . • . . . Colora !o |
Tne supreme con
if fldenoe users of the
M I f Savage Rifles
JDpHL' \ tel feel when hunting
B big game results
B the most suocess-
B ful shots- There
no uncertainty over
Bm Wfffl- T&ksPSG ICS 1 ~ mBbmMBI the chance your
/ rifle misfiring, clog
glng or shootjng in
r That the
ou« hunters
SMB and dangerous jams
K9 i LB| pin their faith to a
a M Bf Savage due
UJ to any matter cf
1 l 1 1 ii u 1 1 ! JP \ aentlment — thoy
ef Know by actual ox
perience the super-
lorlty of th^iwvAGE
Catalogue (505) is of
* Mp. interest to aiL
p Savage Arms Co
Oldtimer Recalls Occasion When
Hearty Breakfast Had a Reason
for Being Appreciated.
I am aware that, according to the
latest edition of the revised statutes,
eating pie at breakfast is now a peni
tentiary offense punishaole by bar-d
labor on the farm for a period not ex
ceeding 85 years; but it once shared
with early rising the reputation or a
virtuous act. There are people to
day who are well thought of in the
community—who even “dress for din
ner,” bless your heart*—who have,
none the less, eaten pie for breakfast
and who have tipped back on their
chair’s hind legs when the broom was
passed, and sat thus with such a smile
upon their faces as spoke of peace
with all the world, themselves in
But nowadays merely to talk of so
much fried stuff, pork and eggs and
potatoes and pancakes and so much
sweet stuff, molasses, fruit preserves,
coffee cup a puddle of sugar; pie, and
all that, sends us who hear it to the
kitchen cupboard where the cooking
soda Is, first aid to the indigestive.
To eat such a meal seems hardly less
barbarous than wearing feathers In a
scalp lock. But remember that we
didn’t work all day yesterday from be
fore daylight till after dark. We
didn’t tumble into bed and fall sound
asleep ere ever our heads had
touched the pillow, so anxious was the
night-shift of the body’s repair gang
to get on the job of tearing out old
tissue and putting in new. We didn’t
waken in the morning to find a hurry
order for more raw material hanging
on the hook, and we didn’t put an
edge like a broken bottle on that
hurry call by stirring around at 67
kinds of temper-snarling chores. We
haven’t before us a whole long morn
ing with a mall and glut, splitting
rails, or breaking up new ground with
a balky team —a morning so long that
it becomes a young eternity about
10:30 o’clock, when the front of the
body below the waist begins again to
chafe and grind on the backbone In
spite of all the fats and sweets that
can he put in between at breakfast
to act as fender. —From “Degeneration
of the Breakfast Table,” by Eugene
Wood, in Everybody’s Magazine.
The Tale of a Shallow.
Extraordinary facta were brought to
light at a Grimsby (Eng.) court, in a
claim brought by Mra. Annie Brown
against Alfred Lawrence. Mra.
Brown’s story was that some time ago
she gave defendant’s daughter, who
was a servant in her employ, a sov
ereign to purchase some goods. Re
turning soon afterwards, the girl said
that, while holding the coin in her
mouth, she swallowed it Efforts
were made to get the money back
again, without success. Then the
girl’s mother was informed, and she
had her daughter taken to a doctor,
who expressed surprise that the sov
ereign had not reappeared. As a last
resort the girl was put under the X
rays at the hospital, and as no trace
of the coin could be found it was
agreed that the girl should make good
the money by working in her (plain
tiff’s) employ. In this way nine shil
lings was disposed of. hut as the girl
was afterwards taken away she now
claimed the remainder —11 shillings.
The judge ordered the girl to be sent
back to Mrs. Brown’s employ until all
the money she had swallowed was
made up.
Real Wall Street Bplrtt.
“Kerrait Roosevelt,” said a senator’s
son, “has written me an interesting
letter about the fables told by the
African bearers on their long marches.
“There was one fable about the
spider. The spider, it seems, needed
money, so he borrowed 1,000 cowries
from the dog and 1,000 more from the
“When payday came round, the dog
presented himself for his 1,000 cow
“ ‘Hail, brother,’ said the spider.
‘Your money awaits you. But hist! I
hear a noise. It’s the hyena. Quick,
under the table with you.’ •
“The dog cowered under the table.
The hyena entered, sniffing.
“‘Pay me my debt,’ he said; ‘but I
smell dog.’
“ ‘Under the table, brother,’ said the
spider. ‘Eat him up and consider your
debt paid.’ ”
“Uncle Joe’s” Slam.
Uncle Joe Cannon has turned loose
many an epigram In his time. They
are not usually of the variety coined
by Pinero or Wilde, but they are usu
ally all-to-the-merry just the same.
But Just the other day Mr. Cannon re
lieved his system of a conversational
Half a dozen newspaper men were
in the speaker’s room, where Mr. Can
non was prowling around, absolutely
lacking his usual cainp-meeting smile.
He looked mad, aud as though he
didn’t care who knew it. Finally
somebody asked him a question.
Uncle Joe took his cigar out of his
nouth, slammed it in the fireplace and
“Our cat has a long tail!”
Then he strode into his private office
and slammed —fidree’y shimmed—the
What did he mean?
Mis Reason.
“And what do you like best to eat,
"Fried onions.”
“That’s funny."
“Well, I don’t much like ’em, but
*hey always make me so sick th't 1
lafter git excused from school th’
next day.”
Her I Courage Displaye d In B'con-imj
Center of Interest to ro.vd and
Saving Wretcl ed Horse From
111 Treatment.
The horse dragg’ng a str et [ iaro
along the main thoroughfare of a
large New England city was s;> evi
dently inadequate to his task that peo
ple turned and looked at It. Some
laughed—it was a funny sight to them
to see such a raw-boned, half-starved
rat of a horse, dragging the gaudy in
strument. with a fat man tramping
sturdily along beside it,' but others
looked serious. Something ought to
be done about It. The thing was an
outrage, and why did not the police
attend to It? But whether they smiled
or frowned, nobody took any definite
Two young men came along the
sidewalk together. They looked at
the spectacle in disgust, but were go
ing on tbeir way like the others, when
one of them hesitated, and then
stopped abruptly.
“Why doesn’t somebody get that fat
villain’s name, and have the society
that looks after animals take that
beast away from him?” he demanded
sharply of his companion.
The other smiled.
“Why don’t you?” he asked, per
“Well, why don’t I?” The other
drew a long breath. “Because I’m
afraid of having the crowd call me a
‘butter-ln.’ That’s the trouble with
most of us. I wouldn’t be afraid to
stand up in front of any man in sight
in an out-and-out fight; and as for
that man, either of us could turn him
over and spank him without taking
out coats off. But we’re all afraid of
being considered chicken-hearted.”
“Right you are, Billy,” agreed his
companion. “But I don’t see just what
you’re going to do about It.”
“What I am going to do about it,”
exclaimed Billy, "Is to kick myself
across the street, and take the first
steps toward separating that man
from his horse! And I’m not going to
let myself care a snap who sees me
doing it.”
True to his determination, the young
man strode across the street and
stopped the procession. A moment
later, and a little crowd of interested
spectators concealed him from his
companion. The crowd grew. Pres
ently It attracted the attention of a
distant policeman, who hurried up and
forced his way into it. There were
signs of lively discussion; then the
crowd melted, and Billy rejoined his
“That horse,” he remarked, trium
phantly, “is now going to be handed
over to the society that takes care of
’em. I felt like a fool while I was do
ing it, but I’m glad I did it.”
Precious Mexican Relic.
In the chapel of a monastery at
Puebla, Mexico, is one of the most pre
cious relics of the Spanish conquest
of America. It is a small wooden
statuette of the Virgin Mary with the
Infant Jesus In her arms. Battered
and worm-eaten as it is it is dressed
in silks and gold and jewels and placed
upon the high altar for the veneration
of the faithful. For It was given to
Hernando Cortez by the Emperor
Charles V., and the famous conquista
dor carried it throughout his career.
The relic at one time saved the life
of Cortes during battle. But for It
Mexico’s history would have been dif
One hand has been replaced by a
hand of silver. This hand was shot
away by a bullet that would other
wise have killed Cortez. He gave the
statue to Acxotecatlec, captain of the
republic of Tlaxcala, who was his ally.
Ever since his days it has remained in
the monastery, but there Is now a
movement to take it to the National
museum, where the ravages of time
and worms can be checked.
Old Industry Outstripped.
An Instance of the young whale
swallowing the old one is illustrated
in the Jute industry of Dundee and
Calcutta. It appears that the Dun
dee Jute Industry dates from 1838, a
parcel of 40 tons of Jute having been
imported by a sailing ship captain in
that year, and in 1855 the first spin
ning machinery was sent from Dundee
to Calcutta, and the first Indian jute
mill was established on land that once
belonged to Warren Hastings. Now
| there are 38 jute spinning companies
jin India, and every day the Indian
j mills produce about 2,500 tons, as
! against only about one-third of that
quantity produced in Dundee in a day.
Already Dundee has been comple'.ely
outstripped, and the process !j still
going on.
Eislly Solved.
I A New York port, at the Author’s
club In Seventh avenue, told a Conan
Doyle story.
| “Sir Arthur Conan Doyle,” he sal !,
"sal at a dinner, on his last visit here,
beside a Indy who asked leave to con
sult him about some thefts,
j “‘My detective powers. - lie replied,
i ‘are at your service, madam.'
j •“Well,' said the lady, 'frequent and
! mysterious thefts have been occurring
at my house for a long lime. Thu*
there disappeared last w< ek a motor
horn, a broom, a box of golf balls, a
left rid!i:g boot, a dictionary, and a
kalf-tlozen tin pie-plates.’
“‘Aha,’ said the creator of Sherlock
Holmes, ‘the case, madam. Is quite
clear. You keep a goat.' ”
Naw York Youngster Who Wishes
Guardians of the Peace Were
Not 8o Officious.
There is a very small girl In this
town who believes In police persecu
tion; that is to say, she believes that
It exists, though she is anything but
In favor of it, says the New York Sun.
Her home is downtown on the East
side and she goes to one of the kin
dergartens on the upper West side.
The young lady’s mother has to
work and so the four-year-old goes to
kindergarten alone. She starts out
with two nickels tightly held in a
small palm and she’s just tall enough
to reach up to the elevated ticket of
fice to secure her transportation. The
ticket chopper is kind enough to de
posit her ticket for her. EverytMng
goes well on the uptown trip because
In the crowd she isn’t noticed.
But when she starts home shortly
after noon there is trouble. Every po
liceman that sees her insists that
she's lost It is useless for her to ex
plain that she knows perfectly well
where she’s going; she’s too small to
be believed, that’s all. Two or three
times a week she is bundled off to the
station house in spite of her tearful
protestations. There she produces a
much-fingered card on which is the
'phone number of a saloon near her
home. The saloonkeeper tells the po
lice that it’s all right, explains the
circumstances, and she is permitted
to go her way. But she is getting
mighty tired of it, just the same.
Customer’s Remark That Might Be
Called Considerably More Than
a Hint.
The barber was a trifle more talka
tive than usual, and the customer,
having come directly from tho den
tist's chair, was perhaps hardly In an
affable mood. The knight of the ra
zor opened Are In blissful ignorance
of this, however, and passing glibly
from the weather to foreign politics,
the rival barber opposite, the practical
value of religion, was just begin
ning to explain in detail his views on
current educational topics, when the
customer suddenly growled: “Look
here, where’s that assistant of yours—
the boy with the red hair?”
‘‘Why, he’s left me, sir. We parted
Saturday night—on friendly terms
and all that, you know, sir—but —•'*
“Umph!” groaned the other. “I liked
that fellow. He was one of the most
sensible talkers I ever met. I was
going to ask to have him shave me
always. We’ve had so many pleas
ant conversations —”
“Excuse me, sir,” Interrupted the
barber, In amazement, "but —you mis
take, sir, surely! If you’ll remember,
sir, poor Jim was deaf and dumb —"
“Umph! He was, was he? Well,
perhaps that explains ii*»—Youth’s
Pistols and Politeness.
Much of the politeness of the old
time southern gentlemen came, and
still comes, from the same handiness
with the pocket pistol. The same
type of politeness existed in England
before the Puritan reformation. Now,
that reformation regarded superb man
ners as an Invention of the devil, and
this belief strongly affected New Eng
land, hut had little effect on the south,
which was less affected In manners
and customs by the reformation than
was France, far less than England. It
would have been a good thing for the
south and France if each had got more
of it. None can deny that Washing
ton and Stonewall seemed more Puri
tanical than Cavalier or Gaulois In
severe and sober discipline of life.—
New York Press.
Three-Dollar Gold Pieces.
Beginning with the year 1854, and
ending with the year 1589,‘ there were
639,792 of three-dollar gold coins sent
out from the United States mints, a
total value of $1,619,376. A few were
made In the early years at the mints
at Dahlonoga and New Orleans and
quite a number at the San Francisco
mint up to 1860, but the bulk of these
coins were turned out by the mint at
Philadelphia. They were never coined
in sufficient numbers, these figures
show, to become really familiar to the
people outside of banks, and it is hard
ly strange that the existence of the
coin should be now largely forgotten.
—Housekeeper Magazine.
Accepting Misfortune.
There are many ways of accepting
misfortune —as many, indeed, as there
are generous feelings or thoughts to
be found on the earth; and every one
of those thoughts, every one of those
feelings, has a magic wand that trans
forms, on the threshold, the features
and vestments of sorrow. Job would
have said, “The Lord gave, and the
Lord hath taken away; blessed bo the
name of the Lord;” and Marcus A tire
lius, perhaps. “If it he no Innger al
lowed me to love those 1 loved high
above all, it Is doubtless that I may
learn to love those whom 1 love not
What a hero one can be without
moving a finger! The world Is not a
field worthy of n:\ nor can we be
is tied with the plains of Troy. A glop
otis strife seems /aging v/Ithin ns, yet
so noiselessly that we but Just wit cm
the sound of the clarion ringing of vic
tory, borne to ns on the breeze. ! hero
are in each the seeds of an heroic
ardor, which need only to be stirred
in with the soil where they He. by an
Inspired voice or pen, to beer frwit or
a divine flavor. —Thor oft u»
Misguided, She Begins Early to Crush
All Individuality In Her Daugh
ter'—American Girls Are Su
perior in Charm.
“The odd thing is, that for all
they’re so dead anxious to marry their
girls, English mothers don’t a bit know
how to do it. They’re right back in
the middle ages in their ideas. They
think a girl should be good, and quiet,
and not too smart, and not too talka
tive, and not different from any other
girl. Above everything on earth, she
Is not to be conspicuous.
"From what English girls have con
fided to my sympathetic ear, I should
Judge that conspicuousness is looked j
upon over here as one of the seven ,
deadly sins. What is there that a man j
wants in a wife? n
“Ask him and he’ll reel you off a !
catalogue of solid virtues. But watch ]
him, and you’ll see him attracted }
either by beauty (and the English girl j
could be the most beautiful in the]
world if she only knew how to dress 1
and do her hair); propinquity—which 3
Is the cause of half the marriages in j
England, especially the unhappy ones ■
(for Englishmen and girls seldom have
I the chance to ‘walk out’ with each
other, as lower class girls and Ameri
cans in every class do, so that they’re
only too likely to marry the first per
son they really get a few tete-a-tetes
with); or else —what the English
mother ignores—individuality, that
| something In a woman which sep
| arates her from the crowd.
“English women generally have their
Individuality quenched by parents who
want their offspring to be lay figures
draped to copy mamma. At the best,
they seldom develop a marked person
ality till they are nearly thirty and
have lost the bloom of their youth and
the cream of whnt to the American
girls are the happiest years of her life.
“One of the most pathetic sights in
the world to me is an English ball
room full of young girls, all much of a •
muchness in white, and all shy. }
j gauche, self-conscious, unfledged—hob- ’
! bledehoys still, instead of having en- ;
■ tered into their kingdom of charm
ing womanhood. 5
“They have nothing to distinguish
them from one another. Why, their
very partners can’t tell them apart,
and have to make careful mental notes
of ‘gold bangle,’ ‘good teeth,’ or ‘stick
up thing In hair!’” —Dora D’Espaigne
Chapman, in the New York American.
The “Singing Dog.”
In Sammy, a handsome collie, Lad
wig Carlson of Montclair, N. J., pos
sesses a self-educated canine tenor
Bololst Every morning when the bell
on St. John’s Episcopal church, near
the dog’s house, begins ringing,
Sammy takes up a position not far
from the edifice and begins an accom
paniment that has none of the dis
cordance of the ordinary canine howl.
It is a musical voice which Sammy
blends with the deep notes of the bell r
and it has been observed that the dog
is exactly In tune with the metallic
sounds that come from the church
At noon the collie makes tracks for
a lumber plant operated by his owner.
Here the dog accompanies the whistle,
which Is blown at midday, and here,
too, he always achieves perfect har
mony. The dog also joins his voice
with the town curfew boll at nine
o’clock at night.
Persons who have studied the dog’s
performances say that in the begin
ning his voice was harsh and not at
tuned to the bells or the whistles,
but devotion to practice and love of
harmony have made him an accom
plished canine vocalist.
The Artist’s Compensation.
Save a few business concerns, great
concerns, Harrod’s, the army and
navy stores and the like, what a
strange welter Is in our whole system
of payment for work —more especially
in the higher branches of work! Art
and literary work are terrible ex
amples of this confusion and want of
1 science. The payments to many of
the best workers In those barren
I fields are so bad that a man Is quite
i sanguine If he sees not at the end of
; his career the madhouse of the pau-
I per’s grave.
If he paint without genius, a paint
er may, by attracting an ignorant pub
lic, make himself secure. If he write
without individuality or real force, the
writer may likewise make himself se
| cure by driving hard bargains with
those who buy and sell his wares. But
for tho most part, good work In these
branches Is the work of sensitive men
who are little children In money mat
ters and who shrink from bargaining.
Politics and -public Ilfo anil business
make a much better game than art or
letters. —London Saturday Review.
Rare Coin Found by Gardener.
While excavating recently a garden
er of Mobile. Ala., unearthed in the
•wD.rn part of that city a bronze
r • H later entre Into the posses
jf '.rv r e C. A P rlg<>. n local Inventor,
id the '•< in photographed and
' ' 1 llbhonian Institution,
T T Beloto, of the <ll
-history of the Institution.
r •<’ the dtul I a most valuable
f • o itc that there is no
-•> < t the coin In tho National
a ‘ A. -.idln,. to Mr. Boloto
- r ’ L'mu.mi mintage, struck
1 ur rfM ” M ° r I‘hi.poror L. Sopti
-1 who ruled from 197 to
-ii A. D

xml | txt