Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1902-07-23

able to appreciate even free govern
ment. The poverty in which they live
keeps their resentment keen. But their
children learn better. They are mod
ell scholars, these recent Corners from
the south and east of Europe At
the recent commencement of the col
lege of the city CT New York, which
is practically high school, all the
honors save one, as we'll as all the
for schoolboy yelling in the streets,
bore such names as Bolonski, Kretski,
Pickelski and Boski. Not one name of
English sound appeared upon the hon
or list. They were German and Polish
exclusively. 1t was so in the Normal
college, where thousands of young
women who become teachers in New
York are trained. Not much danger
of a permanent anarchistic party
from people whose children almost
monopolize the learned professions.
As pupils, the Italians are equally
talented, but they do not so often turn
to intellectual pursuits. They are
OIL LIE GU SlOCh, uOC1S pldCll-
cal men. They become masons, con-
tractors, farmers, restaurateurs, ca
terers, politicians. In every line they
undertake they show great energy.
It's only the constant horde of new i'm
migrants that keeps their average of
wealth and intelligence low.
They were Italians and Poles who
| drew the fire of the rifles in Paterson;
Italians and Poles who did what ma
tive American mob has never yet done,
and put women with babies in their
arms upon the firing line" knowing
that the police would not club them
nor the soldiers fire upon them. But
chance at their children!
The point is to curb crime, not to
despair of the power of the republic to
assimilate and raise and make good
even such material as this. Isn't it =?
The Romance Of Julie opp.
It's little late in the year to talk
of marrying and giving in marriage,
but romance that waits for di-
vorce courts cannot always lead to
June bridal.
1t is said that Julie Opp, the &C.
tress, will marry Justin Huntley Nc
Carthy, historian, novelist, dramatist
and erstwhile the husband of Cissy
Loftus-wasn't it? One of the Cissies,
anyhow. Here's London romance
that touches America closely. Every
one knows by repute the elder Justin
Mccarthy, the author of the "History
of Our Own Times" the gentlest man
that ever led a forlorn hope in poll
tics, the Irish irreccncila BILE whom
everyone loves. The younger MANI
More of an ordinary mortal of the mar
rying and divorcing sort, evidently,
but a decent enough fellow in his way,
and brilliant writer.
Miss Opp is a New York girl, born
on the Bowery, where her father.
Johnny" Opp, owned a saloon of
rather poor reputation. But it is not
true that the girl grew up in the sa-
loon, passing beer mugs with her own
hands, as is persistently told of her.
Instead, she was reared by her moth
er, in the home of her wealthy grand
father, one of the founders of the
Staats-Zeitung, in luxury and with the
greatest care. A portrait of her,
painted when she was but II, shows
the loveliest creature one will often
see. Highly educated, imperious, am
bilious, she dreamed of the stage.
She had brief preliminary period of
newspaper work; more than one New
York printer remembers the tall,
beautiful girl who. in a gown of ex-
treree fashion, anu with her hand. in
spotless gloves, descended upon the
composing room to make up the
"Woman's paSs."
She went. to London with a letter
from a newspaper editor to "Pat''