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The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18

Ingratitude. more strong than traitors
arms.
Quite vanquished him. Then burst his
mighty heart:
Aud III his mantle muffiins up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statue,
Which all the while ran blood. great Caesar
fell
o. what Il fall WAS there my conntrymen!
Ihen l. and you and all of Gs fell down.
Nh!isl bloody treason flourish Il over us.
". now You weep: and, | perceive you feel
The dint OF pity; these are gracious drops,
Kind souls! what. weep you, when you but
behold
Our Caesars vesture wounded? Look you
here;
Here is himself, marr'd as you see with
Good friends. sweet friends let me not stir
you up
TO such It sudden food Of mutiny.
lhey thht have done this deed are honor
able;
What private griefs they have. alas. know
That made them d" it; they are wise and
And WILL no doubt with reasons answer yorl.
come not. friends. to steal away your
hearts:
I am 10 orator as Bruttis IL.
Bat. as You know ME all, plain, blunt
man.
That love my friends; and that they know
full we'll
That gave me public leave TO speak of him.
For ] have neither wit. nor words, nor
worth.
Action. nor utterance. nor the power OF
speech
To stir mems blood. ! only speak right on.
tell You that which you yourselves do
know.
Show you sweet Caesars wounds. poor. poor
dumb mouths.
And bid them speak for me: but were I
BrutuS,
And Brutus Antony, there were an All
tony
Would ruffle up your spirits and put
tongue
In every would of Caesar that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mliiny.
Julius Caesar.
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18
Swanee Ribber.

WAY down upon de swanee Ribber.
Far, far away
Dar's wha my heart Is turning ebber-
Dar's wfa de old folks stay.
All up and down de whole creation.
Sadly I roam:
Still longing for de old plantation,
And for de old folks at home.
All de world am sad and dreary.
Eb'ry where roam:
Oh. darkies how my heart grows weary,
Far from de old folks at home.
All round de little farm wandered,
When I was young,
Den many happy days I squandered.
Many de songs l sung.
When 1 was playing wild my brudder.
Happy was 1:
oh! take me to my kind old mudder!
Oar let me live and diei
One little hut among de bushes
One dat I love
Still sadly to my memory rushes,
No matter where rove.
When will see de bees a-humming,
All round de comb?
When will I hear de banjo tumming.
Down in my good old home?
Stephen Collins Foster.
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18
NOT \ BEEHIVE.

From the london Express.
THE following is told at the expense OF an
anler.can gentleman who was recently stop
p.ng with mis- wife at the Hotel Cecil. On
ihe:r first evening there he happened to re-
tire somewhat later than his spouse. Ar
ri.inG ut the door of what he imagined to
- loom. and finding it locked. he tapped
;,i.i called "Hcneyr' No answer came, and
he called again and more loudly, '.Honeyv'
Still ne got no reply. and. becoming some
=" t.ii,.t-y. ne shouted the endearing term
VIA Ills :ui lung power. This time a re-
ply came and in male voice. 60 away.
you bitnering idiot! This is a bathroom,
not blooming bee-hiye!"
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18
PENIS REMEDY,

WILLIAM PENIS keen understanding
was often directed toward drunkenness.
"AN excess is ILL., he wrote. but drunken
ness is OF the worst sort. In fine. he that is
drunk is not man, because he is so long
void of reason. that distinguishes man
from the beast"
But if Perm was the living spirit OF aphor-
ism. he also knew when and how to apply
his maxms. Given drunkard, he could
treat his case in a characteristic yet plain
and reasonable way.
He was once advising man to leave Off
his habit OF drinking Intoxicating liquors.
Can you tell me how to do it, said the
slave of the appetite.
Yes" answered Penn. 1T is just as
easy as to open thy hand, friend
Convince me Of that. and l will promise
upon my honor to do as you tell me-
We'll, my friend" said the great Quaker,
when thou findest any vessel of in,oxi-
eating liquor in thy hand, open the hand
that grasps it. before it reaches thy mouth,
and thou wilt never be drunk again.
The topper was so pleased wa the plain
advice, says the narrator of this anecdote
in Short Stories. that he followed it.
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18
The Harp That Once Through
Tara'S Halls.

THE harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul Of music shed
Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls
As II that soul were fed.
So sleeps the pride Of former days,
So glory's thrill is DER.
And hearts that once beat high for praise
Now feel that pulse no more.
No more to chiefs and ladies bright
The harp Of Tara swells;
The chord alone. that breaks at night.
Its tale OF ruin tells.
Thus freedom now SO seldom wakes,
The only throb she gives
Is when some heart indignant breaks.
To show that still she lives.
Thomas Moore.
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18
If l Should Die Tonight.

IF should die tonight
And you should come to my cold corpse and
say,
Weeping and heart-sick o'er my llfeless
clay
If should die tonight.
And you should come in deepest grief and
And say. Here's that ten dollars that 1
owe"
might arise in my large. white cravat,
And say, What's that
II l should die tonight
And you should come to my cold corpse and
kneel,
Clasping my bier to show the grief you
feel,
1 say, II should die tonight
And you should come to me and there and
then
Just hint bout payin' me that ten.
l might arise the while.
But I'd drop dead again.
Ben King.
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18
THE ANGLO-SAXON SECRET.

THE source of national greatness, says Ed
mund Noble in the Atlantic. is not only the
results in the individual of the life now be-
ing lived by people. but it is also-a high
degree of race virility being understood
that subtle thing which we call brain
structure. on which are Impressed the whole
experiences of a people in the past. If a
nation is in decay. the past goes for little
however glorious 1t may have been; but If
a people lie, physiologically speaking, in the
ascendant, then 1t takes its strength or
weakness from the character of its hered-
ity. This is why the United States and
Great Britain are to-day the two mightiest
and most durable nations in the world. Sat
isfying in high degree the conditions of
social efficiency. they have both had rich
race experiences. and 1t is these experiences
which, impressed upon the structure Of the
individual brain. have made 1t strong with
the whole strength Of the wonderful pro-
cess and story OF Anglo-Saxon development
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18
(,,.adation.

Gradatl0n.
HEAVEN is not reached at sinsLe oounu' ni.n
tut we build the ladder by which we rise
Frcm the ,owly earth TO the Vauited SKIES,
And we mount TO the summit fouhu Ny
round
I count this thing TO be grandly true
THAT = noble deed is step toward GOD
Lifting the soul from the plirer sou
To A p,Irer air and a broader view
We rise by the things that are under our
p,. wbat We have mastered OF good and
gain, III.
Ev the pride deposed and passion slain'
And the vanquished ills that We "o"'i'
meet.
We hope, we aspire We resolve, we trust,
When the morning calls US TO lie anu
light; .,.
ou- lives ore trailing in sordid dust.
We hope. we resolve. We aspire. we pray
And We think that We mount the a'f oh
wings
While our feet still cling TO the heavy c'ay-
Wings for the angels, but feet for men!
We borrow the wings TO fnd the way
We may hope. and resolve, and aspire ana
pray.
Bu, our feet must rise, or We fall again.
Only in dreams ie a ladder thrown
From the weary earth TO the sapphire
walls:
But the dream departs and the vision
falls.
And the sleeper wakes on his pillow Of
stone.
Heaven is not reached at single bound;
But We build the ladder by which We rise
From the lowly earth to the raulted skies,
And we mount to fits summit round by
round.
Hollsp5
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18

10 HeitH.
HELEN. thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicaean harks of yore.
That gently DER perfuned sea
The weary. wayworn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
on desperate seas long wont to roam
Thy hyacinth hair. thy classic face.
Thy naiad airs, have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece.
And the grandeur that was Rome.
I.o, In Won brilliant window niche
How statueiilte / see thee STAND.
The agate lamp within thy hand!
All, Psyche. from the regions when
Are Holy Land!
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18
4 Z 4
OLD ROSIN THE BOW.

To the Editor of The Republic
THE subscriber who sent you the song "Old
Rosin the Beau was In error. Not only Is
the title wrong. but most of the verses, Tns
original is, "Old Rosin the Bow" meaning
a fiddle" bow. The name was given to an
old violinist who was very popular at dances
and merrymakings in certain rural districts
in England. He was q friend of both old
and young. Everybody loved him. and no
social function was complete without his
presence. His fiddle was Invariably with
him. and on cord suspended from the lape
of his waistcoat was always a large I,1mp
of rosin Cresin). which he. when not playing
his instrument. was constantly applying to
his fiddle" bow. Hence he was known as
"Old Rosn the Bow" and few knew him
by any other name. ZANO THoMAsO.
Sigourney Ia
I've travel'd the wide world over
And ncw TO another I'll go:
To welcome Old Rosin the Bow
To welcome Old Rosin the Bow
10 welcome Old Rosin the Bow
know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome Old Rosin the Bow.
And when L am dead. If you wish 1t,
Old friend. You will want to. know.
Come stand by the side Of my coffin.
And look at Old Rosin the Bow
And look at Old Fsosin the Bow
And look at Old Rosin the Bow.
Come stand By the side Of my coffin,
And look at Old Rosn the Bow.
Then get you a number Of tombstones
That all who pass by. they CO.
May read in letters you put there
The name OF Old Eosin the Bow,
The name of Old Resin the Bow,
The name of Old Resin the Bow.
May read in letters you put there
The name OF Old Rosin the Bow.
feel the grim tyrant approaching.
That cruel, mplacaGle foe,
Who spares neither age nor condition,
Nor Old Rosin the Bow
Nor even Old Rosin tho Bow
NOT Old Rosin the Bow
Who spares neither age condition.
Nor even Old Rosin the Bow.
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18
PRAISE OF TEA.

KlENLUNG. the Chinese poet, was a pro-
life writer, and OF all his poems, his i'll
mortal Praise of Tea" is most widely re-
membered. Written in exquisite characters,
it decorates half the old cups. plates and
fans of his period. Thus it runs:
Place upon gentle fire the tripod whose
color and form tells of far antiquity and
fill it with water of molten snow. Let it
seethe till it would be hot enough to whiten
fish or to redden a crab. Then pour It into
cup upon the tender leaves or a selected
tea-treG. Let it rest till the mfsts which
freely rise have formed themselves into
thicker clouds. and until these have grad
ually ceased to weigh upon the surface,
and at last. float away in vapor; then de-
liberately sip the delicious liquor. 1t Will
drive away ali the causes of disquietutie
that come TO trouble US. You may taste.
and you may feel; but never can you ex-
press in words or song that sweet tranquil
lty we draw from the essence thus PEE
pared.
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18
DIPLOMATIC EXCUSE.

From Golfers Weekly.
SHE: Yes, it's all well enough to say now
you think I'm pretty. Yesterday you said
my nose turned up dreadfuly.''
He: We'll, dear, l was thinking it shows
mighty poor taste in backing away from
sucp lovely mouth.
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18
FROM WHEN WAS A CHILD.

WHEN was a child the moon to me.
Through the nursery curtains seemed to be
A thing OF marvel and wttchery.
The slim white crescent floating high
In the lucid green OF the Western sky
Was a fairy boat. and the evening star,
A light on the land where the fairies are.
"A. E. F.. in the Atlantic.
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18
THE EXCEPTION.

From Harper's Bazaar.
WHEN a thing is ended. it's ended" said
1, land that's all there is to it.'
d. My friend smiled
You forgot. said he. 1.-The revolution in
the Philippines
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18
MIND READING.

From Meggendcrfer Blatter.
ANXIOUS Wife: Il think my husbands
conscience is troubling him..
Her bosom friend: What makes you
think that, dear?''
Anxious wife: why. because he Is pre-
tending to be insanely Jealous
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18
THE WORM TURNS.

From Harper's Bazar.
YES" said Mr.. Henpeq. Il, too, have my
fayorite flowers
And what may they be. pray" sreered
his wife.
They are the ones that shut up at
nisnt, he bravely managed to articuIdte
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18
"The Blue Juniata."

"The Blue Juniata.
WILD rov'd an Indian girl.
Bright Alfarata.
Where sweeps the waters
OF the blue Juniata.
Swift as the antelope
Thro' the forests going.
Loose were her jetty locks
In wavy treSses flowing.
Gay was the mountain song
OF bright Alfarata,
Where sweep the waters
OF the blue Juniata.
Strong and true my arrows are
In my painted CULVER,
Swift goes my light canoe
Adown the rapid river.
Bold is my warrior good,
The love of Alfarata,
Proud waves his snowy plume
Along the Juniata.
Soft and low he speaks to me
And then his war-cry sounding.
Rings his voice In thunder loud
From height to height resounding.
So sang the Indian girl,
Bright Alfarata,
Where sweep the waters
OF the blue Juniata.
Fleeting years have borne away.
The volse OF AIfarata,
Still sweeps the river on.
Blue Juniata.
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18
The Diving Nun.

The Dying Nun.
LET the air blow in upon me-
Let me see the midnight sky:
. Stand back sisters. from around me
God. ii is So hard TO die!
Raise the pillow ZIP. q Martha
Sister Martha. you were kind:
Come and stand alone beside me
Ere leave you all behind.
Hold my hand. so cold and frozen
Once 1t was soft and white
And this ring that falls down from 1t
Clasped my finger round SO tight
Little ring they thought SO worthless
That they let me keep It there.
Only plain golden circlet
With a braid OF Douglas hair.
But a strain of heavenly music
browns the holy midnight dreams.
Still l hear the wild waltz pealins.
And / float away with him.
am coming. Douglas. Douglas.
Where thou art I. too. am there:
Heed at last. come. my dearest.
Death gives back your little Claire.
Sister Martha. Sister Martha.
Has the moon gone down SO soon?
Oh. the cell seems cold like winter.
Though l know that 1t is June.
Sisters. in your white beds lying,
Sleeping in the June moonlight.
Through your dreams comes there no mes
sage?
Clara dies alone tonight.
"StrOng as Death
O DEATH. when thou shalt come 10 me
Out of the dark-where she Is now,
Let no faint perfume cling to thee.
OF w;thered roses on thy brow.
Come not. o Death, with hollow tone
And soundless step. and ciammy hand
Lo. I am now no less alone
Than in thy desolate, doubtful land!
But with that sweet AND subtle scent
That ever clung about her-(such
As with all things. she brushed was blenO-
And with her quick and tender touch.
With the dim gold that lit her hair,
Crown thyself Death; let fall thy tread
So light that may dream her there.
And turn upon my dying bed.
And through my chilling veins shall fame
Ny love, as though beneath her breath:
And in her voice but call my name.
And 1 will follow thee. Death.
H. c. Bunner.
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18

DOWN TO SLEEP

NOVEMBER woods are bare and still:
November days are clear and bright:
Each moon burns UP the mornings chill;
The mornings snow is gone by night
Each day my steps grow slow. grow light,
AS through the woods 1 reverent creep,
Watching all things lie down to sleep.
/ neved knew before what beds
Fragrant to smell and soft TO touch
The forest Sits and shapes and spreads;
never knew before how much
OF human soul there is in such
Low tones as through the forest creep
When all wild things lie down to slecp.
Each day find new coyerlids
Tucked in and more sweet eyes shut tight,
Sometimes the viewless mother bids
Her ferns kneel down. full In my sight,
hear their chorus OF good night
And half I smile and half l weep.
Listening while they lie down to sleep.
Helen Hunt Jackson,
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18
THEY ARE NEEDED.

From Harper's Bazaar.
Il RECOMMEND to future generations"
said Uncle Nathaniel. as he put away his
bandapa handkerchief. that they encour-
age the growth of two noses-one to take
cold in, the other for general use
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-11-18
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WHAT'S IN A NAME.

MRS. g.: IAN heirloom. Tommy, is some
thing handed down from father to SON.
Tommy: Huh! That's a funny name for
old clothes"
Brookings weekly register. (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1898-1903, 1900-06-14

ings Sentinel was founded with Breed
& Wright as publishers and after sue
cessfully conducting that paper for
about year, and because Mr.. Wright
wished to take up the study OF medi-
cine, they sold the Sentinel and for
several years Mr.. Breed worked In va
rious offices in this state. Early in
1890 he took position as telegraph
editor and foreman of the Aberdeen
Daily News. Here he became inti-
mately acquainted with Mr.. butcher
and with whom he associated himself
in business upon returning to Brook
ings. During all these years the sub
ject of this sketch has maintained a
residence in Brookings and bears the
distinction Of being the oldest resi-
dent publisher in this county. or his
career since since 1890 the REaIsrEK
can best be taken as a guide. Mr..
Breeds family consists of q wife anu
two children, a son of sixteen and q
daughter Of ten.
Brookings weekly register. (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1898-1903, 1900-06-14
Hazls-Atnsworth.

Married-Wednesday evening, June
9th, 1900, at the residence of Mr.. and
Mrs. B. II. Whitehead In east Brook
ings, w. A. Halle, Of Lebanon, and
Miss Flora Ainsworth, Of this city,
Rev. A. S. Mason of the M. E. church
officiating.
Both Of the contracting parties are
well and favorably known In Brook
ings, both being graduates OF the 8.
d. A. c., Miss Ainsworth class of '9S,
and Mr.. Halle class of '97.
Since her graduation the bride has
been a resident of Brookings, having
accepted position in the public
schools, where she proved a popular
and successful teacher. Her intellec-
tual attainments and happy disposi-
tion have made her friends every
where and 1t is with regret that her
friends see her take her departure
from this city.
The groom is young man of good
habits and many excellent qualities
of mind and heart. When he received
his degree of B. S. at the South Da-
kota Agricultural college in 1897, he
also received certificate OF the high
est military standing for the class Of
that year from the war department.
When the Spanish-American war
broke out and this state was called on
for troops, he volunteered his services
and was accepted and commissioned
I'd lieutenant, company g, 1st South
Dakota Int, U. S. v. He served
all through that memorable cam
paign in the Philippines In which the
South Dakota regiment took such q
conspicuous part. He was appointed
regimental commissary officer Janu-
ary IA, 1899, and promoted t0 lst
lieutenancy at Malolos, April 10, 1899,
and assigned to company H, which
company he commanded from Malolos
to San Fernando. On his return to
South Dakota he engaged In business
at Lebanon, where he and Mrs. Halle
will at once settle down to real mar
ried life without any preliminaries.
The best wishes of the REaIsTx1
and their many friends In Brookings
follow them to their home at Leb-
anon.
Brookings weekly register. (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1898-1903, 1900-06-14

rooms of the Wisconsin Legal News.
At the end of year Mr.. butcher re-
signed his position there to engage In
business with his brother, w. E.
butcher, who for great many years
has been the superintendent of the
Daily News job department at Aber-
deem, this state. Proceeding to Wat
erloo Mr.. butcher and his brother
bought out the Journal and continued
its publication for two years. In
August, 1884, Mr.. butcher came west
and located at Clark, in Dakota terri
tory, where he worked for a short
time on the Clark Pilot, then owned
by e. f. Conklin. November, 1884,
he began the publication Of the Ray
mond Gazette, having purchased that
plant of S. L. Hague. The continued
failure of crops for several seasons in
that region compelled the discontinu-
ance of that publication In the fall OF
1889, and Mr.. butcher moved his fam
ily to Aberdeen where, until the May
! following he had charge Of the press
Brookings weekly register. (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1898-1903, 1900-06-14

its publishers issued the initial num-
ber. Its reception was even better
than they had hoped for and the pa
per has continued to make its weekly
appearance from that time to the
present.
Arriving from Aberdeen on the first
day Of June, Messrs. butcher & Breed
placed their handful of type In the
small building on Main street now oc-
cupted by William Deeth with his
restaurant, and here 1t was that the
REGISTER was born. A few months
In these small quarters and the plant
was moved to rooms on the second
floor Of the ROddle building, now oc-
cupied by the law firm of Cheever g.
Hall. Here the firm continued to do
business until the fall Of 1891, when
they purchased the building they now
occupy, good picture of which ap-
pears in this number. January 9th,
1891, the publishers saw an opportun-
ity to purchase the Sentinel, then
owned by Whiting Bros, a paper that
Brookings weekly register. (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1898-1903, 1900-06-14

toned are first year pupils. The fact
that some of these little ones live
from one TO two and half miles fron
school shows courage and ambition,
which many in the higher grades
might we'll emulate.
Charlie Norton's name should have
been in last months list Of those not
absent.
MRS. J.E. TAPLIE, Teacher.
Brookings weekly register. (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1898-1903, 1900-06-14
Photo by Cooke .

4 With the growth of Brookiogs there
has been a growth of her institutions,
Educational, professional and COM
mercial. Not the least of these has
been the growth OF its newspapers.
Brookings has always been well adver.
Used by the typographical appearance
zof its newspapers. Their neat and
Nasty makeup and the excellence and
HQuantity Of matter published from
ueek to week has attracted the atten-
Hon of strangers wherever these pa
Srers have circulated. The REGISTER
has always aimed to keep abreast Of
the times and, If anything, little in
odvance Of the procession. Starting
- it did under adverse circumstances,
M has not only weathered the storms
accident to launching new publica-
ION upon the sea Of journalism, but
has rode upon the ocean of prosperity
41Intil, at this time, the harbor of a
eund business establishment has al
lady been reached and it will soon
@0chOr in the calm and peaceful
Brookings weekly register. (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1898-1903, 1900-06-14

had been established by Mr.. Breed In
1882. With this addition to its circu-
lation and material the REGISTER
continued on the up grade and for
few years Its growth was almost phe-
nomenal. Times were good and our
merchants were enjoying a splendid
business and the REGISTER was carry.
ing as high as twenty-five columns of
paid advertising. Nearly every busi-
ness Of Importance was represented In
its columns and every body was pros
porous and happy. For time the
paper was run under the double head
of REGISTER and SENTINEL, but after
mature deliberation the publishers
decided to drop the Sentinel heading
Brookings weekly register. (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1898-1903, 1900-06-14

added to their facilities until they
can now boast Of having one Of the
most complete newspaper and job
printing plants to be found in the
state and there are none that turn
out work superior in quality, style
and finish.
Electric lights, furnished by the
city, are employed in the building for
illuminating purposes and telephone
Brookings weekly register. (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1898-1903, 1900-06-14

rooms OF the Aberdeen Daily News,
Arriving in Brookings June l, 1890,
Mr.. butcher associated himself in the
publication Of the Brookings REGIS.
TER with Mr.. Breed, the partnership
continuing to the present time. Such,
in brief, is the career OF Mr.. butcher
in the printing business. He is still a
young man, being less than thirty.
six years of age. He has family con.