Anadarko daily democrat. [volume] (Anadarko, Oklahoma) 1901-190?, 1901-12-16

chickens Tor the city market, IL WIS
quite an event If any traveller got OF
at her wharf. and the colored folks,
with sprinkling Of white people
would gather about to find what the
stranger wanted, and IL they could
serve him by coaching him to Saluda,
which was over the softest. muddiest
sort of a road. Urbanna was simply
the boat landing, and could scarcely
make show at anything beyond a
half dozen houses. all told. But Salu-
da was the county town, where the
courts were held, and was somewhat
pretentious with its fifteen by eighteen
tred brick court house. its county jail,
"a small one-room structure; two coun-
try stores, two meeting houses and one
story dwellings scattered along two
streets at right angles. The times
were hard, and now having hunted up
fairly good situation as shipping
clerk in dry goods establishment in
Chicago, Mr.. Enstrom moved his little
family there.
To Ralph, the oldest child. boy OF
thirteen years, the change was one of
splendid opportunities.
He had outgrown Saluda. He had
tried every sort OF a way to turn
penny, at lemonade stands on court
days and raising chickens for the Balu-
more market; now his eyes grew big
with great expectation. Ralph wasn't
up to the standard of city schools; his
examination figures were discouraging-
ly low in everything but drawing; in
Ia. in nt or
respects he had fallen below. He didn't
like the idea of being graded with boys
so much younger than he. but secretly
he determined to make his mark. Some
days after this, he came home from
school with the flattering report that
his drawing teacher had called him to
the blackboard to make an original
sketch. THAT amt fair" said Roger
MY teacher never says anything about
my drawings" But you are younger,
my son, than Ralph, and you haven't
been so faithful in our practice" said
his mother. Ralph then went on to
tell. Teacher wanted l should make
a drawing of something | had seen,
and / made a dandy sketch, you bet
of father on his bike; then | had Pixy
ahead of himl 1t was just fun, mother,
and good sight easier than answering
II those examination questions"
Days and weeks passed, and Ralph
n alternately grumbled that he was down
in such q low class when he had been
nearly through the Saluda schools, or
expressed determination to stand at
the head in something or other.
sI 20, ,nlr 20
4 ther, so can help; and you and mother
Mont have such hard time" said
a Ralph.
LET me tell you how II is, my son.
There are thousands in the city willing
to work and trying to get something
to do, but there is good deal of COM
petition in business of all kinds, and
those men who are most exact in fig
ures, or In the technicalities of the
trade they have learned are the ones
who are going to be the successful APP
plicants. The mark is high, Ralph, and
one must be able to reach up to that
high mark. This is why they require
great deal in the schools, that the
boys and girls be fitted for these high
places"
81 know what I'd like TO be- eX-
claimed Ralph. Il just wish | cosld
kmalSe illustrations for the papers, and
u can do 1t some day, know"
what do you mean by 'illustrat-
Eing?'" inquired Mr.. Enstrom.
Maybe | know more about illustrat-
ing than you think | do" repeated
Ralph, eagerly
very we'll If you are going to be
genius in that line, We will find ii
out" said his father, with very wise
look. But a genius isn't born in 2
iay, and Ralph waited and waited for
bis teacher to compliment him in some
Fay for his good work in drawing. But
l~slmply received only passing smile
EDf commendation.
Joe Millwood was an illustrator foi
he New York World. The Millwood.
lived Just across the street from
XRalph's, and the boy liked nothing
hitter than to get inside "Joe's den,
s he called 1t. This was where Ralph
Hlnstrom got his first ideas about Illus
erating. Joe Milwood was twenty
bne years old, and 1t had taken hin
2 Six years TO reach his present success
but he had done It by his own tru,
yenius backed by a win that woulC
pend to nothing. Through Joe's in
luence, Mr. Enstrom decided to entel
rs son at the School of Design.
Now began life in earnest. Morning
boon and night the boy was ever n
gork. He talked of nothing else ant
Thought only OF the great work HI
Mould bring out some day, for he knew