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Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1903-04-22
Sweet Singer Arrives.

Miss Mar Chester Williams arrive ed
yesterday morning from Oakland: she
will assist the minstrels this evening
Her beautiful voice has been heard
here before
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1903-04-23
A Press Club

I N THESE days of numert clubs
| little is known about some of them
/ by the public in general, but if
the reader will come with me, 1
will take him into the sanctum of a
club known as the Press Club. Its
members are chiefly composed of dis
carded reporters; not discarded be-
cause they do not possess ability, but
because they will not become victims
of heartless Vaccinations or the vice.
gerent of an outraged and insulted
manhood.
Here money wields but little influence,
for the ablest members are generally
broke. There are no rules hung on the
walls, no ceremonies to be observed.
The atmosphere invites q man to be
natural and warns him to conceal his
vanities, as among this body Of men no
pretense is sacred. Here men of Puri-
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1903-04-23

past, especially eager to secure modern
conveniences, such as electric or gas
lighting plants, systems of waterworks,
telephones and street railways. This
.eagerness has, in many instances, been
disasterous from a strictly business
point of view. Often such franchises
have been granted for little or nothing,
that became of inestimable value to the
holders. Frequently the services
rendered have been inferior and not up
to the needs of the public. But for
such errors of judgment we should
not censure the law, but rather the
business discernment of those who act
for the city or village, as the case may
be. Often, too, no one is really to
blame, as we are not all gifted with
second sight, and hidden resources may
be suddenly developed, changing the
whole status of the matter.
In conclusion: Let us not lose
sight of the fact that altho many evils
may spring from the exercise of this
right; yet it embo dies within itself the
powers necessary for the correction of
those evils; i. e., that whenever a cor
poration controlling any business as
before mentioned, causes such business
to become menace to the public
safety or welfare, the government,
either municipal, state or national, as
the case may be, granting such fran
chise, may assume control of, and op-
crate such industry in the interests of
the general public. 1t is no uncommon
thing today to read of municipality
taking control of an electric or water
works system. And l predict that ere
many years great majority of the
street railways, electric light systems
and waterworks will be owned and
operated under municipal ownership,
obtained through the right of eminent
domain. G. B. M.
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1903-04-23
Euriosities in Bookbinding.

Extravaganza in binding has fre.
queptly furnished an opening for the
display of fantastic tricks and fads. In
an old booksellers catalogue was seen
an advertisement of a Latin copy of
Apulein's "Golden Ass" bound in the
skin of Jerusalem ass, the leather be-
ing still unhaired. A book by Jeffery
Hudson, the noted dwarf, was bound in
the silk waistcoat of Charles l., the
dwarf's patron saint.
A de luxe edition of Fox's historical
works, specially fitted up for Edwards
the philosopher, was bound throughout
in foxskin, forty-seven pelts of these
little animals being required to COM
plete the job. O'Connell, who so de-
lighted in the possession of first edi-
tion of Bacon's works, had the entire
set rebound again in pigskin and al
ways lovingly referred to them as his
"Baconrind" books.-Ex.
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1903-04-23
II memory.

There's land of misty mountains,
There's a land of painless woods,
Where the giant pine trees whisper
To the star lit solitudes.
Where the branches toss'd to music,
Like lute-note sweet and low,
Groom their melodies eternal
It's the land of long ago.
When the tender corn is springing
BY the rain drenched. messy lane,
Yellow cOwslipS nod to bluebells,
Snowy hawthorns wax and wane.
Where the merry thrush is singing,
And the swallows come and go,
Fitting idly through the sunshine
In the land of long ago.
There the white clouds go adrifting
All the aromatic day,
Woodbine, myrtle, roses waiting
With the scent of new-mown hay.
And the blowing soul of summer
WoOs the earth with ardent glow,
Till the tender twilight veileth
All the land of long ago.
There the reapers sing in harvest,
And the silver sickles CLEAN;
There the golden moon mounts slowly
To majesty supreme.
And the scarlet sheen of poppies
Splash the fields to fiery glow,
With weird and ghostly beauty,
In the land of long ago.
Oh! my heart goes out in longing
For that island of the west,
That emerald tinted island
The Atlantic lulls to rest.
Oh! what ecstasy supernal
Just to feel thy soft winds blow,
But, alas! for ever, ever,
It's the land of long ago.
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1903-04-23

amazed at his knowledge of South AZ
RIGA and Blaine marveled at his ac-
quaintance with political history.
Again we see smiling man, portly
and impressive approaching with dig
nified mince in his walk. He has rath-
or pleasant expression of countenance
and men who are acquainted with him
say that he has, tho not so long of arm,
an extensive reach for whisky. He is
of the impressive size with a sort of
Napoleonic head, and when hot on the
trail of drink his voice holds most
unctious sOlicitude. He is exceedingly
annoying to some people and is source
of constant delight to others. At one
time he formed the habit of being rob-
bed and later on he was drugged; but
no one could conjecture what he would
add next to his repertoire. His troubles
are amusing, his difficulties humorous,
his failures laughable and his sorrows
jests. He has growing paunch and
when he stands he leans back slightly,
as tho his rotund front found ease in
exhibition. AS reporter he writes
with torch and writes well. All his
utterances are declamatory and he has
set of scallopy gestures that are far be-
yond the successful m:micry of his fell
lows. The less he thinks, the more
wisely he talks. Meditation hampers
him and like rabbit he is generally at
his best when ne first jumps up. just
ask him to have something with you
and he will cry out: "By this one heroic
act you prove that your life is not a
failure. The fellows round here make
me tired"
There is another character of whom
[ have not made mention. He is a
very learned man, so much so that he
has no need Of Imagination. His mind
has travelled over a large intellectual
territory and he will command your re-
spect. AS he addresses you, you are
flooded with his learning, his low voice
and modest manner: great man who
in the game of human affairs plays be-
low the limit of his abilities. In his
sky there will be found cloud of pes
simism, but the brightness of his
speech will throw a rainbow across it.
He is a poet in the garb of Carlyle.
Many of his theories are wrong, but all
are striking. Sometimes his sentences
flash like scythe swinging in the sun
shine.
This is partial description of a
few of the members of this club. If
you, after your sOjourn for short
time at their club where you are most
welcome, never found occasion to talk
before you will do so now. These men
inspired me, and in acknowledging this
1 can only say, that we carry for years
in our minds a sort of mist that we can
not shape into an idea. Suddenly we
meet man and he speaks the word of
life into the mist and instantly it be-
comes thought. Would that such
clubs as this were more numerous and
those as constitute its membership
were occupying positions they merit
They would pander and cringe to no
popular fad or human caprice. A vol
ume might be written concerning this
club, but time has permitted me to
give only brief view of the character
istics of some of it's distinguished MEM
bers who are all on equality.
d. G.. r.
The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1903-02-27

Mr.. Carroll-No, sir, and one inch is
better.
Mr.. Mason-I will tell you about the
side graft.
Here the reporter ran out Of paper,
but 1t is no reflection upon Mr.. Mason s
integrity to cay that heis a great CRATER,
as he has had great success in his oper-
atoms while making over his orchard.
The meeting was lively, interesting and
instructive, and the close attention that
was given every speaker throughoutthe
entire session, manifested an interest
on the part Of the Mosier fruit growers
that speaks well for the future Of that
industry in Moser valley. After few
minutes further discussion the meeting
adjourned.
These meetings should become per-
manent feature and be held at stated
periods, as there is no better way to dis
seminate thorough knowledge of the
business of fruit growing throughout
the valley, ,and nothing that has a great
er influence in stimulating the spirit of
observation and experimental research
so necessary to the highest develop
ment OF the industry.
The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1903-02-27
Cows for Sale.

Fresh Jersey and Durham cows, your choice
for $40, for sale by j. A. HENDERSON,
marl3 Bingen, Wash.
The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1903-02-27
Paw Your Money,

0J OOA MO11Oys
Subscribers to the road fund for the East
Side grade are hereby notified that the work
will begin soon, and therefore the money
MUST BE PAID AT ONCE. Pay your sub
scription at Buffers bank. BY order of the
COMMITTEE
The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1903-02-27
Wantad.

A man TO maize good money for himself in
the next few weeks. A man who understands
pruning fruit trees preferred. Cali at
HANNAiS GROCERY
The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1903-02-27

Hood River, Ogn.,
Jan. 25, 1908.
son Fruit Co.-Gentle-
men: | bought a Po-
mona Spray Pump
from you three years
ago, and / want to
say that | think the
Pomona is all o. k.
Have sprayed several
orchards with it eachI
year besides my own,
and it has always
given good satisfac-
ton. If / were buy
ing a dozen spray
pumps today / would
buy Pomonas straight
through. They can't
be beat.
Yours truly,
w. II. SEARS.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-11-04
IT TLE MEADOW MICE|
The Naturalist Finds in Them an
 Interesting Subject.
How One Industrious Creature Fun neled Under His Bootleg
 .-Nest Full of Baby Mice,

It was a. bright morning in the late summer, and, clad in rubber hip boots and waterproof coat, lay In the wet grass at the edge of swamp, watching a family of muskrats, who were busy with some work which, was anxious to sec more of. But they observations, and inconsiderately moved away long before had finished with them. I was about to follow, when something moving in the grass nearby attracted my attention. There was something pushing it's way along under some matted dead grass, which heaved up every few moments as 1t was pushed upward with irregular, jerky movements Presently. at 8 spot where the grass was thin, there was poked out little dark-brOwn head, with blunt, bewhiskeTed, trembling muzzle, black, beady eyes, and short ears, almost buried in the fur It was the head of meadow mouse, one of the myriad little beings which live their harmless, quiet lives in our low lying fields and meadows, and of which most of us see nothing save an occa- sional specimen brought in by the cat. The little creature before me looked about for a moment, and, seeing noth- ing to alarm her, came boldly into the open. Her body, which was the same color as her head, was round and rather stout, and terminated in a very short, straight tail. The legs were also very short, and the body seemed to touch ground as the little creature moved. She nosed about for few mo- ments, and then stood upright on her hind legs, with her forepaws hanging down in front, turning her head first this way and then that, in order to get a good view of her surroundings. Noth- ing alarmed her, so down she dropped on all fours again, and came straight toward me. The first obstacle which she encountered was my leg. and to the problem of getting past this huge bar rier she gave her entire attention. First of all she pushed her nose as far as possible under my rubber boot, and tried to pass under it, as she had passed under the grass, by lifting it up
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-11-04

with her head. But the leg was too heavy, so this plan was abandoned. There was nothing for it but hard work, so she set to, digging away with both forcpaws, looking up every now and then with her bright eyes shining through a ring of mud. Whenever a little heap of mould had been scraped under the body, the hind feet were brought into play, and with these the dirt was flung away in the rear. When roots were encountered they were bit ten through with the teeth, and once I saw the little mouse bring out stone in her mouth. It was but a short time before the subway was complete, and other side. The knee of my other leg was bent, so there was no difficulty In passing under that one, and away went the mouse until she came to little mound of drifted rubbish. She seized the end of a long piece of grass in her mouth, and ran off with it at full speed, through the little tunnels she had made, and back to the meadow. She was gone for few moments and then she reappeared, made another trip to the pile of rubbish and back with a mouthful of it. I saw this done several times, and then followed to see what was done with the grass. Tn the mead ow close by I found what expected, a X sphere of dried grass somewhat larger than baseball, lying right upon the surface of the ground. Somewhere underneath it was the mouse herself, for she popped out as I approached
 A few days later-it was the first of September remember---I visited the nest again, and in it were eight newly born mice, blind and hairless, whose stocky build and wrinkled skin sug- gested young hippipotarnii, seen through a reducing glass. called again the next day, but the nest was empty; the mother had probably spirit ed the babies away to a new and more secluded home. This instinct to save the lives of their young by removing them from nest which is known to their enemies, is common to many an- finals, but seems particularly strong in the meadow mouse
 The meadow mouse is one of the commonest animals in North America; that 1t is not more often seen is due partly to the fact that it is chiefly noc- turnal in it's habits, and partly to it's quiet, inoffensive ways. Nevertheless, wherever it goes, it leaves traces of it's presence, in the form of little foot paths winding about among the grass roots which extend in every direction. These footpaths are first cleared by the biting off of such grass roots as stand in the way, and are further deepened by constant use.
 ERNEST HAROLD HAYNES.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-11-04
HEARD IN PASSING

A department of fiction is to be es- tablished at the UniversityFof Chicago. Still another Louisville Courier-Jour- nal.
 With Senators Platt, Stewart and Depew married, the upper house ought to have a bridegrooms' foW.-Grand Rapids Herald.
 Miss Alice Roosevelt has captured Chicago society, and probably will be invited to visit the stockyards before she leaves Boston Transcript, s
 We do not know of a single newspa per in Connecticut which has not a rich vein of independence running through its body, in spite of the commercial spirit of the age.-New Haven Regis ter. ys
 Italy has new wireless telegraph system. The waves pass through the earth. You knock on Broadway and they hear you in Melbourne-if you and they and the promoters have luck. Brooklyn Eagle.
 Oil has gone up af5t<cent a gallon. Talk about your little grains of sand and drops of water. Why Rockefeller, from little copper disk on everypgal- lon, will clear something over twenty one amillion dollars. The day of small things is right with us, giving a dou- ble performance night and day.-Tor- rington Register.
 The president says put the knife to the hilt,' in the postoffice investiga- tions, and he will back Bristow in the matter to the end. This will not please the democrats and independents, who +Jan4A AYsnrN O flf the investigation and general white wash. All the same, it goes. Bridge port Standard
 The boycott, the "wrecking crew, the entertainment committee, the mob-all the agencies by which strikes are made formidable and are sometimes won-are force which, when set In motion. make organized labor the ell emy of society and put it in the attl- t1lde of rebellion against the law. When the supremacy of law is success fully defed the republic will perish New York Times.
 This is a yarn telegraphed from To catello, Idaho, about William Millen- berg. an electrician, employed by q local light and power company, rece1y- ing shock from wire charged with 33, GOO volts of electricity, which was so powerful that the nails in his shoes were melted. But it didn't kill Will liam. How is that for tale by wire Wouldn't that shock you? Also con- gratulations for William. More power to hinl!- Meriden Journal.
 A man who boasts that "he knows a glass of wfne' invited . few select friends to dinner one evening. In the midst Of the meal his Irish servant brought up very old looking bottle of of wine "Ah, John,ss said the master. you forgot to take the obwebss off this bottle before you brought 1t up To his surprise and discontinue John replied: Sure sir. thought ye didn't want 'em taken off. after putting 'em on so careful. Spare Moments.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-11-04
OFFICERS SAD DEATH.
Lieutenant Deecher of Battle Ship Maine Killed by Fall In TuTret.

Lieutenant Beecher of Battle Ship
 Maine Killed by Fall In Turret.
 NEWPORT, R. l., Nov. 4.-I4ieuten- ant Albert M. Beecher, ordnance officer of the battle ship Maine, fell from the forward turret to the handling room, a , distance of forty feet, and was fatally injured He died an hour later without regaining consciousness.
 At the time of the accident the battle ship was off Gay head, en route for Me- nemsha blight to engage in target prac- tice. Lieutenant Beecher was examin- ing articles of ordnance when he lost his balance and pitched head foremost through the turret to the handling room. His skull was fractured, and he was unconscious when picked up,
 News of the officers death was com municated to Admiral Chadwick by wireless telegraph, and the battle ship was turned about and started for New port at full speed She arrived here at 5 o'clock, and relatives of the dead off. Ger were notified of the accident. Lieu tenant Beecher's home was at Fort Dodge. Kan.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-11-04

Speaking of the inside history of the trusts a writer in Golfers says that a little thing is often the hinge for the swinging of great events. John W. Young was in France as the envoy of the shipbuilding trust, treating for French gold. He was already In most pleasant relations with thirty millions of francs when here in New York city 8 half-idiot, half maniac Hooper Young committed suicide. The atrocious character of the crime gave it wide publicity. Tn digging for details, the papers turned up the fact that the father of Hooper Young was John W. Young. Then the ele- ment of Mormonism found develop. ment, and that and the blood relation ship of John W. Young and Hooper Young to the polygamous Brigham Young were added to the story. All this made it's way to Paris, and the eyes of those financiers with whom John ". Young was in traffic were quick to take 1t in. The news gave those men of money a distinct shock. Their eagerness to sign for thirty mil lions Of francs abated. Folks argue as readily from son to father as from father to son. hat New York murder daunted the French fancy. The more your Frenchman looked upon it, the less he liked it; the more he heard of Hooper Young the less confidence he felt in John W. Young. What is more timid than gold? Those thirty mil. lions, which had been all but secured, were lost-lost, every franc. It was the beginning of the end. The re. verse in France became the very mother of. disasters. 1t was the first link in an endless chain of setbacks The ship trust dates it's griefs from Hooper Young and tine murder done by his hand.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-11-04

Now it is up to those editors in Bridgeport, Hartford and elsewhere to remove their tiles and kotow to Mayor MuIvihill. He made a great run and won a handsome victorya Despite the fact that only one of the Bridgeport papers supported him, he won the greatest political victory sof the year. Perhaps he cannot tell the editor of the New Britain Herald who struck Billy Patterson, but he can tell him of the election in Bridgeport without the slightest hesitancy. It was a great victory for the Bridgeport Farmer which worked, and talked for Mulvi- hill early and late and single handed and alone put the editors of the other Ipapers to rout. Perhaps one of the things that helped defeat the4 ..goed order" party. in Bridgeport was the slurring and sneering remarks made about Waterbury all through the cam paign. To-day no doubt they think that Waterbury is not so bad after all.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-11-04

torneys was not sufficient to convince a jury of their guilt. The delay in in vestlgating these scandals has been a boon to most of the greater offenders, for that convenient law, the statute of Limitations, has run its course and the time had expired in. which they could be indicted. That the statute Of limi- tations covers number of these ques- tions is denied by eminent lawyers, but the republican attorney general has decided that it does, and there is no way of bringing the culprits to trial, if the law officer of the government re- fuses to act. As hitherto mentioned in this corresponds one of the princi- pal participants in the leniency of this accommodating statute is Representa- tive Littauer, who President Roosevelt described as ''his personal friend and closest political advisor" Littauer was charged with sharing in the profits of a large army glove contract, and that he had used his position as a mem Der of congress to obtain the contract, notwithstanding the provision of the law that no official should be interest ed in any such deal. When referred to the republican attorney general, he promptly decided that Mir Littauer could not be. prosecuted, us the statute of limitations had run it's course, so the closest political advisor of the president escaped the humiliation of q trial and possible conviction. Fraud and graft is getting mighty close to the White House when the statute of Limitations has to be pleaded for the "epersonal friend of the present occu- pant.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-11-04
IN MEMORIAM,

Lines written in sympathy to the mother and children of Mrs Doran, November 1, 1903, by Margaret Strong Ke1lett: Night comes again, a mother gone to God,
 Has left the clay behind her that Until tomorrow morning, when the sod Will hide her form forever from ydur
 view. Seven is a blessed number. Ye are
 seven.
 To live life of following to this end. That the hereafter may unfold you
 heaven,
 Where those dear ones are with the
 dearest friend that ever had a
 mother.
 Oft in my despair kneel to Jesus with this earnest plea And in my supphcation say this
 prayer, Q, Thou that hadst mother pity me, And he does pity me, and you and all
 Who cry beseeching. Every tear we shed he sees, hears
 every call, And raises every soul to him
 Out reaching, Beyond these suns and shadows where
 lives vary, A land of radiance is where none
 know sadness. Hear Us. o Son of God. and son of
 Mary,
 Grant Us thy peace towards the
 gates of gladness. Towards those gates whose blessed
 portal closes on all lifes f1inty
 paths,
 Thy feet are tending, mother of this
 one, Who was thy daughter ere that form
 of clay Changed for body spiritual. And
 thy dear son, Her brother Charles-it is brightest day Where they are now united. Do not weep, There is no night there. Here they are only sleeping. And what is mortal of them in God s
 keeping. And in the resurrection to arise, To join their forms celestial. in the
 skies, Where we may live since our dear
 Jesus died. We claim through him our life, the m crucified.