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The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-11-01
IN MICHIGAN CITY TODAY.
Announcement of Monument Board of
Control May, However, BE Made.

Although Governor Durbin will be i'm
Michigan City to-day attending the first
monthly meeting OF the board of control of
that institution for the new fiscal year, it is
expected that the announcement will be
given out from his office that he has de-
cided To reappOint as the board OF control
of the State Soldiers and Sailors Monu-
ment the men composing the old board OF
regents. which passed out of existence yes
terday. The regents were Col. Ivan n
Walker, of this city. president. and Mai. G.
Y. MenZes. of Mount Vernon and Col
Benjamin +. Starr of Richmond. As soon
the appointments are given out the new
board of control will meet and organize by
electing president. secretary and treas
urer. At this meeting II is expected the
board will take some action looking TO the
abatement of the heavy clouds of smoke
which almost constantly battle the great
shaft and keep IL in a perpetually diScol-
Ored state There is talk OF Injunction
suits against the concerns that cause the
smoke nuisance.
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j. 6. SIPE, DiRMoSD IS
Rooms 2, and 4. IS4 North Meridian st.
INDIANAPOLIS, IND.
MONEY FOR THE TREASURY
STATE INSTITUTIONS TURN BACK To
THE STATE $35,544.s6.
The Showing Regarded as an Excel
lent One-There Are No Debts
Outstanding.

State Institutions completed their settle
ments with the auditor of state yesterday
for the fiscal year ending last midnight.
The total amount turned in by all the in
stitutiOns. figured up by Deputy Auditor
Martin. was $35.544S6. which is regarded by
state officials as an admirable showing.
Mr. Martin said that with the settlement
sheets of each institution vouchers We're
filed showing that there are no debts Of any
kind outstanding against the institution.
Each institution" said Mr.. Martin. will
start new fiscal year tomorrow (Friday)
morning absolutely clear of debt
MIR. Martin furnished a statement show
ing the amount returned by each institu-
ton. together with the items of which it is
composed. The statement follows:
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and 156 nonprOducing wells were drilled.
while GAS wells were abandoned. The bull
letin estimates that of the total value of
gas produced in Indiana last year. S1.254. $50.
there was sent into Ohio and Illinois gas to
the value of 81 S42 232. leaving $5412.307 as
the value of the gas used in this State The
bulletin strongly condemns the sale of gas
based on the size of the orifice through
which ii escapes. and says that if the fluid
were sold by cubic feet it would be used in
a much more economical manner.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-11-01
Three Overcoats Stolen.

A man giving the name of William D.
Anderson, who has been stopping at the
California House, was arrested late last
night by Patrolmen Barmfuhrer and Sulli-
van and charged with the theft of three
overcoats from the hotel. He is said TO
have taken them one at a time, pawning
each and then returning for another One
Of the overcoats belonged to the proprietor
of the hotel
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-11-01
FELL FROM A BICYCLE.
The Accident Resulted i'm the Death
of John Atkins.

John Atkins. Of No. 1225 Spann avenue
fell from his wheel yesterday morning at
East street and Virginia avenue. suffering
Injuries which resulted few hours later
In his death. lie was riding quite fast and
the front fork OF the bicycle broke. throw
Ing him heavily on 10 the pavement lie
was taken 20 his home by Or. Devagney.
of the city Dispensary. He was fifty-six
years OF age and leaves a widow and five
children
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LAKE ERIE q WESTERN II. r..
S1.OO-Out of Town Excursion-S1.O 90.
Fort Wayne, Ind. and Celinn, o.
S1.25-St. Marys and Lima, O.-S125
Sunday, Nov. 3, 1901.
Leave Indianapolis $50 a. m.
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AND RETURN-S6.5
Via MOnOn Route.
Account Horse Show.

Tickets sold Nov. 4, 5 and 6; final return
limit Nov. IL.
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Leo Lnndo, Manufacturing Optician.
Removed temporarily to 100 East Ohio street.

Help your wife to get breakfast easy; take
home Mrs. Austin's Pancake Flour. Your grocer
waits TO supply you
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LAKE ERIE & WESTERN II. r..
81 .OO-Michigan City Excursion-sI.O 90
Sunday, Nov. ,, 1901.
Leave indianapolis $50 a. m
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New Pianos slSa and UP at wu.schners $,
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81 .OO-DECATUR AND RETURN-SIO 90
Via L., ID. & w. Ry., sunday, Nov. 3.

Special train leaves indianapolis a. m
Returning, train leaves Decatur $50 p. m
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-11-01

French Dry Cleaning a speciality, for first
class work go to SMITHS DYE WORKS, %
n. Pennsylvania street Tel. 2693L
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-11-01

If you like Mrs. Austin's famous Pancake
Flour won't you be good? Tell your friends how
delicious il is
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Dyeing and Cleaning.

Feed your horse JANEs's DustIes, Ga
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Is the troth that is plighted when two
hearts have found their affinity. We have
engagement rings that will outshine the
lovelIght in your hancee's eyes and make
them sparkle with Joy when they look
upon the luster of our solitaire diamonds,
or the marvellous pigeon blood ruby, or ex-
quisite sapphire, opal, emerald, turquoise
or pearl that we are showing In our ex-
quisite stock of jewels.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-11-01
SeatOn, the Halter.

Dunlap's celebrated hats.
Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1901-01-05

But dat redheaded substitute, he never
reared a roar,
But simply shucked his upper buds and
piled 'em on de floor
"Say. gents" he says, II likes q joke
about as we'll as you.
go let's see IL we can't have one dat I
can Ian at too"
And den his fist few ont and took do
foreman In de face
And sent him tlyin endways plum right
trough de eight point case.
He hit de head compositor right where
he holds his pipe
And piled him In de corner mead a galley
full er type;
He give de fat boss pressman one or dem
soft, loyin pats
Dat Knocked him underncaa dc press
and eayed Ia ha'f his Stats
And den dat giddy substitute he shook
hisself bit
And walked around dat printshop like
cyclone In fit.
And when de place was lookin like twas
rninin men and lead
De door SWING open gently, and In pop
ped Mug Haley's head.
Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1901-01-05

''Ten long years I've run this journal,
and the townsfolk call me colonel,
And my list of paid subscriptions now
has reached three ninety-four,
But, alas, each one is paid for in the
stuff they use the spade for
Pumpkins, cabbages and parsnips beets
and beans and what not more?
How my hungry soul would 'holler if my
eyes beheld dollar!
How my starving purse would fatten if
quarter lay inside!"
Thus he unused. and thus he pleaded.
while the time slipped by unheeded;
Then he started, for a stranger stood
within the doorway wide.
Tall the stranger was and portly, with a
bearing smooth and courtly,
And a golden watch chain, heavy
stretched across his ample vest,
And his clothes were in the fashion, and
the rings that one saw fash on
Every fat and puffy finger would have
stood the acid test.
II should like" the stranger stated, ''tc
insert an adj full rated
Half page, sir; you may run II fol
two months or more, perchance.
I'll subscribe. too, for my brother, like
wise Tor my aunt ana mOtnef.
You may make your bin out now, sir
/ will pay you in advance"
Well, the editor was jiggered for space,
but quickly figured
"That will be eight fifty-nine, sir" he
made answer like fash.
"With what vegetables may. sir, l in
quire, you wish to pay, sir?"
"Vegetablesw laughed the stranger; Il
intend to pay in cash."
"Cashr' the scribe yelled, quite dunn
founded Cash. he beloved, all
astounded.
do you mean you'll pay in money!
Then he sat, frozen man,
While the stranger from his jacket took
of bills mighty packet
And, with ease born of long practice,
then to count the same began.
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40 YOU MEAN YOU'LL PAY IN hoNIYV
"Tve eight fifty. Il that plenty. Or can
you, sir. change a tvsntyT
Asked the stranger, and the troubled
scribe debated what to say,
For that sordid. grasping feeling. lust fol-
gold, was DER him stealing,
And he ha ed-sh, he hated to let nine
cents get away,
And that clutching, avaricious appetite
for money, vicious,
Got, at length, the better of him, and
he said, with miser's whine:
AT the barroom, sir, they'll change 1t, II
you'll step out and arrange it.
l should like to make it fifty, but nine
cents, you know, is nine"
"Very WE'LL" replied the~haughty stran-
ger and the barroom sought he,
While the editor sat chuckling, basking
in golden CLEAN,
Waiting coyetous and yearning till he
heard those steps returning
Heard the stranger on the stairway.
Then he woke--'twas all dream.
He had simply been reposing in his office
chair and doing;
There had been no wealthy stranger,
there had been no money there,
And the neighbors came and found him,
with his garden sass" around him,
Counting types with maniac fervor and
the pastebrush in his hair.
Sad the tale, He. died that season, and
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THE REPORTERS TALE.

reporter grand was Augustus Crust;
His motto was this, Get news or bustV
There never was seen the assignment
tough
That made him quit or exelaim.
Enough"
And this is the tale OF an interview
He got for The Daily Bulnbazoo:
Pennson mixer came Ger the sea;
novelist great and grand was he.
His books and stories were all the rage.
But he hated the sight of a papers page,
And The smooth reporters phiz to him
Was the crimson rag 10 the bovine grim.
They gave him UP as stranger rude.
Who simply wouldn't be interviewed.
They gave him up, every mothers son;
All, did I say? No: all but one.
That one was Augustus Crust-to wit,
The man who never was known to quit.
He didn't give up; ah, no; not he!
Though a fruitless task 1t seemed to be.
But swore a swear that in spite of Fate
He'd interview mixer soon or late,
Some day, somehow, il he had to wait
Till hades froze and the imps could skate.
One night as he sat at his desk and
thought,
Pondering means for the end he sought,
He heard the clang of the FIRE bell beat
Its dread alarm DER the empty street.
And, counting the strokes, could quickly
tell
1t spoke of fire at the Grand hotel.
Then, quick as the jagged lightnings
chain,
An idea flashed to his teeming brain.
1.-THE Grandp' he yelped, like frighten-
ed pup;
"'Tis the place where that mixer cad
puts up,
And know chap on the Fire Brigade
Whom I've lent money. which he's not
paid.
He'll not refuse me; he'd be afraid.
My chance has come. I'm made! I'm
mader'
And out be sped through the nights dim
murk.
Like tramp who fees from hard
| days work.
That night, Ia his room on the cool third
| floor.
! In his downy bed did the author snore
! Till midnight. when, as he, gasping. woke.
He found his chamber was filled with
smoke
| And heard the sonorous engines hum
Quivering up from below him come,
Like fevered and agued big bass drum.
He leaped with fear from his soft, warm
bed,
| just as Bangor ladders head
Broke through the window with a crash
And a fireman leaped through the shat
tered sash.
''I'm saved. I'm saved" shrieked the au-
| thor, glad.
"Well. that depends" said the brave
| fire lad"
Depends on what, I should like to
know?"
Depends on whether l let you go;
For, il you'd fiutter that window through.
You'll kindly give noe an interview
For The Daily and Sunday Bumbazoo.
Don't fret, dear sir, for you see you
must"
And the fireman smiled through his CRIME
and dust
The sweet. smooth smile OF Augustus
Crust.
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dried.
The printing house towel fell down on
his head.
And IL fractured his skull. and he died,
And there. mid the towel all broken to
strings,
There passed the sad soul Of Jehoshaphat
Bings.
Ere dawn the night Waterman awoke
with start
From his sleep of the just" and de-
serted
A figure, diaphanous. spectral aud pale.
BY each of the hnotypes glide.
1t passed It's cold claws DER each lever
and bolt
II noisclessly thumped on each key;
All. heaven, what ghost could have
whiskers like that
But the ghost OF Jehoshaphat Il.
And the Waterman, oercome by the hor-
riblc sight,
Rushed frantically forth and got speech
lessly tight.
The hard hearted foreman that night
dreamed dream:
He dreamed the dead typeretter came
And howied in his ear, You are hoo
dooed and done.
And your cursed machines are the
same"
And when the next morning The Banner
he read.
In horror he gurgled for breath.
For this the bewitched Mergenthaler had
typed
As the tale OF Jehoshaphats death:
"Jehoshsphat Bings, who for years hax
elix
Dxxvdgtuye acknowledgements BIZ
ookqhr&Goiz.
Twas but the beginning, the curse was
at work.
Although for repairs went the cash,
Or new machines came, It was ever the
same,
The news was all typed into hash.
The foreman grew haggard, gray headed
and thin
And took, in his trouble. to drink.
Until one sad morn In the shop he was
found
With his head In a barrel Of ink.
And the linotype told of his suicide thus;
John Typer. the formemwgsgehudhfglr
hjf5S3mus.'
That foreman is gone and forgotten, but
The shade OF that s'hoodoo" remains,
And many linotype used in the land.
Though handled with infinite pains.
Has suddenly taken 10 printing Its types
All muddled and mixed and askew
And tossed In wild alphabetical mess.
Like warmed over boarding house
stew,
And the workmen remark. as they tinker
the things,
They've been touched BY the ghost Of
Jehoshdphat Bings.
The Foreman paused. as one who wakes
From dreams that give his nerves the
shakes.
The Devil" cried: "Dat yarn--why, say!
'Twould give guy de WiIlies; heyf
Jest trow de calcium on me
Fer ha'f minute; hully gee!
| Ill spring tale dat's up ter date.
No pipe dream neider; good and straight"
Then from his "Hogan's Alley" tongue
This story. filed with slang, he slung:
THE DEVILS" TALE,
Mug Haley was good, soft ting as
green AZ green couid be,
| When he come ter be devil" at De
Daily Hummer, sec?
He was so fresh he'd hardly keep from
sunrise until dark,
And dem composin blokes dey see dey
had an easy mark.
Dey showed him where de type lice"
hid, dey played him all de tricks;
Dey sent him round de town ter git
''italic shoot'n sticks
He tried ter borrer ''round line rules" and
buy Square hole bit"
Until Mug tumbled, and, says he, I'm
o;ok ~ haJn IT.
Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1901-01-05
THE NEW YEAR NEWS.

Newsl
News.
News
Here's the latest news!
Hey. Extra. The Old Year found dead
in the snow.
The old Nineteenth Century with him
also;
Both gone where dead years and dead
centuries go,
To the tomb Of the past, meath the
yews.
And Extra the Second Twin boys-a
fine pair
Are born to Ma Earth and Pa Time, we
declare.
A New Year and Twentieth Century
fair!
And here's the latest news.
This glad proclamation we bring to you
here;
Rejoice We and welcome them both with
cheer
The tiny new Cycle and wee baby Year;
To greet them We cannot refuse.
Oh, wiring not the hands; nay, nor ring
the sad knell,
But ring your best girl with solitaire,
swell,
AND tell Her you IL ringing thc o"eS'
New Year belle,
And here's the latest news!
And here's good luck and share OF
the pelf
To each of Earth's sons, be he giant OF
elf,
From the editor down to the devil him
self, 4
Here's luck and relief from the "blues!
To the printer who prints and the news
boy who cries,
To the dealer who sells and the reader
who buys.
Here's a happy New Year and a snare
of the prize.
And here's the latest news!
Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1901-01-05
THE "FAIR coMPANKE. I"

An Editor there was whose fame
Made great The Daily Whatsitsname;
Beside him rode, with careless ease.
A star Reporter from The Breeze,
And next to him, with ink stained dress,
The Foreman of a city press,
And next upon the seat there at
A Carrier serene and fat,
While last-and much more fresh" than
fair
A printers Devil" too. was there.
They'd wearied of the sights Of home,
And each had longed to view the foam
Had Ionged to see the bathers take
Their dips and ducks and gayly break
The surf with thick black dots that make
1t look like huckleberry cake,
But. as they journeyed, with whack,
The trolley car got off the track,
And so to pass the time away
The smooth Reporter said: Il say!
Let's tell some stories of the 'bizr"
"Gee!" cried the Devil" Oats a whiz!
Say, I'll tell mine, il he'll tell his"
He pointed to the Editor,
Who, seeing he was waited for,
Remarked: agreed! And, as at first,
IT'S always best to know the worst,
I'll tell the tale that's in my mind
And let the rest fall in behind"
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my CURSE SHALL PURSUE you AND THEM
And so he writhed BY the questions
racked,
While ceilings bIistered and rafters crack
ed.
Until, az the roof began TO fall
And red flames ieaped through the cham
Der wall,
Adown the ladder that he came BY.
With a notebook full and man pumped
dry.
Augustus Crust to the ground did ny.
Grea. was the scoop OF that interview,
And 1t filled page OF The Bumhazoo.
Twas seasoned over with "bankety
blanks
And innuendoes and sneers at Yauks.
And when p. mixer next morning read
The names he'd called and the things
he'd said.
He Fed, dismayed. Ger the oceans foam
On the next Cunarder bound for home,
And Augustus Crust, for his service true.
Is editor now of The Bumbazoo.
The glib Reporter staid his speech,
And silence sat space on each,
Until the Foreman raised his head,
Gray, grim and gloomy, and he said.
In tones like those tomb might lend.
do you believe In spirits, fricnd?'
The Carrier. whom this address
Upset bit, replied. II guess
dom moderation-yes.
The Foreman answered. cold and glum:
Il mean not spirits now that come
| In jugs and bottles gay and bright.
] mean tire sort who walk at night;
| The kind WHO creep. to give Us cIills,
| From Silly shades, not shady stills.
| List while tale here unfold.
| As Hamlet senior did Of old"
/ And then he spun. in voice OF gloom.
/ This yarn Of the composing room:
THE FOREMAN'S TALE.
| A compositor old was Jehoshaphat Bings,
or the vintage Of Greeley and Weed;
He had toyed with the types since the
days of his youth.
Ere bis whiskers had sprouted from
seed.
He had set on the Squeetuckit Banner
/ for years
! And had hoped to work on in the place
| Till grim Death should '.pi" him and all
Of his bones
Were distributed back In the case.
] Dut, dihs, TUT DTtbh uuotyp pcs cduiC thttc
| to rob
Poor messy Jehoshaphat Bings Of his
| job.
| A new foreman came to The Banner. and
] then
| The swift MergenthaIers were bought,
And Jehoshaphat Bings received notice
to quit.
For the worth OF his service was
naught,
But be stood by the case where he'd stood
for 50 long,
| And. in tones like the roll Of hcarse.
He named every stick, stone and type In
that place
And then loaded them each with
But twas on the foreman and linotypss
That he prayed for a special "kibosh"
and 'hoodoo."
my curse shall pursue you and thsn"
he declared
In howl like a gale through the trees,
And his gray whiskers shook with his
tremors Of rage,
Like q Geld OF buckwheat In a brsexe.
"Your name shall be mud" But just
then, from the hook
Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1901-01-05

THE EDITORS TALE.


In his dusty sanctun, dreary, sat the
journalist so wear,
Sat the worried, Cafpworn owner OF
the hometown Nonpareil,
Writing column after column, locals,
grave or gay or solemn,
For the owner was reporter yea, and
editor as well.
He was writing: "peiag Sanders sorrel
mare has got the CHAMBERS:
Hard luck, Peleg" Moses Virgins
has been painting up his shed"
'sAiss Smiths cat without a warning,
had fit last Tuesday morning
''Hank Lofts got a girl in Skakit and
is counting, so tits said"
Long he wrote thus, never speaking, with
his rusty pen a-sQueaking:
Then he paused and gaEed respondent
round about the Uttered room,
At the barrels Of potatoes, at the baskets
Of tomatoes,
At the blithesome onions casting pun
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gent odors through the gloom,
And he sat there and reflected till at
length he moaned, detected:
How much longer-how much longer
must | take such truck for 'adsg
Garden sass Of all descriptions gives me
what folks call .conniptions;'
Will my eardrums ne'er more tingle
with the jingle of the 'scads?'
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lie ne,ar regained bis reason

Till his last dread hour was passing
when these Hateful words he spoke
"Oh, my friends, take warning speedy b,
my fate and ne'er be greedy,
If I'd taken the eight City, ia hays
had il ere woke.'
The Editor'> grim task was done.
And as he finished every one
Shook from the lid the furtive tear.
AS one shakes surplus froth from beer.
At length the brisk Reporter said:
WED fain speak kindly of the dead;
But, still, this shows that 'tisn't right
TO reach for everything Ia sight.
Lend me your ears while l relate
A tale of one 10 whom stern Fate
Was kinder far. I'm glad to state"
Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1901-01-05
THE JOURNALISTIC PILGRIMS
INTRODUCTION.

INTRODUCTION.
Once, in the gladstone summer days,
When hens and poets prepare their lays.
When ice goes up and men come down.
With cash for wifey's mountain gown"
When sprouting onions scent the breeze
And soft winds through the whiskeri
wheeze--
In short, on one day like to these
Upon flying trolley car,
Drawn thitherward from near and far,
There journeyed flair companee"
To picnic by the sounding sea-
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HE LEAPED WITH FEAR FROM HIS SOFT,
WARM BED.
The great man raved, and the great man
swore,
But his feet were hot ON the steaming
floor.
And the window glimmered so cool and
wide
That he ground his teeth and at last COM
piled.
He gave his views ON the U. s. A.:
They were not kindly. it's sad to say.
He eased his mind on the tariff law;
He fayed the president red and raw.
Our girls and women, he said, were bold;
Our climate "beastly' and "blawsted
cold"
And when he spoke TO explain his stand
On journalism in this broad land,
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DIZZY SHOWED HIM WHERE DE TYPE LICE

DIZZY SHOWED HIM WHERE DE TYPE LICE
HID
Well. one day come a letter ter de fore
man, and it read:
Deer Sur-Ime kinder off me feed and
on me bak In bed.
| cant set up, and so, er corse, cant set
tipe, yer see
Me cuzzin thinks hele do fer yous; hele
substytoot fer me"
Mug Haley want no beauty, but his
cousin, pom me soul
His face looked like a bull pups. and his
shape was like pole,
And when de gang all see him. why, dey
hollered; dis is good!
Mug, he was purity soft; but. gee! his
substitutes a 'pud.'"
Dey tried de type lice" on him. and 1t
went OF like peach.
And when de water hit him. say, ye'd
oughter heard 'em screech!