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The Minneapolis journal., 1903-12-19

program was the forma ton of a SINH
lar board Of design, to pass upon all Of
the plans. Each artist pledged him
self to withdraw If he proved unwil-
ling to make such alteration Of his
designs as the committee desired. The
arbiter chosen, who had the final de-
cision in case of dispute, was Mr.. La
Fargo.
Mr.. Garnsey, speaking for the as
sociated artists, says they do not care
to impress their personalities so
strongly upon any one thing that it
shall attract Immediate attention.
perhaps there is a tendencyt to indulge
in detail and to enlarge on personality
| in these days, but we hope to eliminate
| it in our work.
The Minneapolis journal., 1903-12-19
LITTLE SATURDAY CHATS
WITH SOME WELL KNOWN MEN

tiply. At one time sheep-stealing was
punishable by death in England, and
the law was strictly enforced. But the
hunger for fresh mutton was greater
than the fear of the law, and sheep
stealing went on merrily just the
same.
.'Of course, it is the first duty of the
authorities to see that the laws are
enforced; but, as [ said, this does not
prevent the recurrence of offenSes.
And what is true of murder and of
similar crimes is vastly truer of
drunkenness, gambling and other
minor misdeeds.
The mayor can't be guided by in
dividual opinions, but must consider
The Minneapolis journal., 1903-12-19
His Honor the Mayor, Gives Some Inside Views on Run
ming City-His Chief Trouble Has It's Source in the
Belief that His Power Is Greater Than It Really Is

Running a city might be a busi-
ness as agreeable as it is honorable"
says Mayor ]. C. Haynes of Mime
apolis, "if only the head of the firm
didn't have SO many silent partners.
If mayor were half as powerful
as the boys and girls believe when
they're studying civics, or as this
society believes, or that society, or the
other association-you can name them
The Minneapolis journal., 1903-12-19

change them at once, like misfit
gloves, for good, becoming habits.
IF I really were Jove-like auto
craft I owned the business could
give all the orders, and could be Ger
tain of absolute obedience, my task
would be simDlifed immensely. But
half the community never realizes
that a mayor must always consider
even fhe does not always follow, the
The Minneapolis journal., 1903-12-19

limited, and he is not especially IN
debted to special instruction.
First Great Mural Decoration.
The Trinity decorations were not
proposed until 1876, but even before
his first venture in 1851 he had de-
sired an opportunity for mural work
His first decoration, a panel represent
The Minneapolis journal., 1903-12-19

decorators. The chief success Of the
white city work was achieved by Ed
win H. Blashfield. This was in part
due to his preparation and in part due
to his intellectual tendencies.
| An army of soldiers drawn by
| young Blashfield were shown to Ge-
The Minneapolis journal., 1903-12-19
Rogers Pocket Knives
At Gardner Hardware Co., 304 Hen. av

Delay has cost many a man his best
chance.
Bring in your want ads for The
Journal Monday and let stand till you
get your want.
The Minneapolis journal., 1903-12-19

Al-Ki Makes a Perfect Skin,
Cures chapped hands; clears the skin
or roughness, pimples, blackheads.
blemishes wrinkles. 25c. Druggists or
by mail. Al-Ki Chemical Co., st. Paul.
The Minneapolis journal., 1903-12-19

Dyspepsia, in it's worst forms will
yield to the use Of Carter's Little
Nerve Pills. aided by Carter's Little
Liver Pills. They not only relieve
present distress but strengthen the
stomach and digestive apparatus.
The Minneapolis journal., 1903-12-19
Adelina Patti.

Ade1ina Patti, the famous singer,
on her farewell tour, travels in a
sumptuous private car, and every pre-
caution is taken to see that she is ac-
corded every attention and care that
the unforeseen may not happen and
prevent her appearance at the engage
ment contracted.
Madame PATHS private car will be
attached to the Twin City-Omaha
Limited Of the Western Line,
leaving Omaha Dec. %, arriving Min
neapolis morning Of the 29th.
Madame Patti invariably chooses
the North-W Western line in her travels.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-09-13

are started, as a rule, by the towns pro-
motors. Every place of 10000 population
has a Fifteen Thousand Club" that of
$4,000, "Seventy-five Thousand Club" The
retail merchants naturally want the farm
ers to buy things they never will buy so
long as they stay at home. The question,
then, is how to attract them to town.
'IIave a carnival" says some one. In
plain English this means that Jones,
Smith and Robinson must disport them
selves like Pierrots and Puchinellos in
order that Oleson, Schmitz and Higgins
may bring their families in from thier farm
and buy things from the shops that line
Main street. State street and Washington
street. In the daytime it is usually a sheep
ish and I'm the evening an undecorous per-
Torrance. The things which the sedate
heads but for the prompting of the car
nival managers. Nor do the special at
fractions" reflect the effervescent spirit OF
the community. They are furnished in
lump by companies which go from carnival
TO carnival. st. PauPs experience of the
last few weeks gives point to these obser-
vatfOnS. The carnival which has been held
there was projected In aid of public baths
for the city. object worthy that for
it many citizens would doubtless be will
ing to condone the undesirable features of
the carnival itself; Yet. tainted with
commercialism as 1t is, the carnival is still
a preposterous way OF making money.
Everybody furnishing supplies or services
seems to have put up his bill to the hgh-
est figures The people did not give their
time and money in the abandon supposed to
accompany the carnival season. When the
committee made w its books il found in
stead of the predicted profit of $1,000.
deficit to be made up personally. The only
attractions which made money were the
Country Store" the kangaroo Court"
and ''Tiugle Tangle." and IL may have been
worth the price of admission 10 learn what
the last two might be-
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IVA NIGHT AT THE
POLIO ST A ITO

that the police all over the city would be
notified, if necessary, to search for him.
and that it was highly improbable that any
accident could have befallen the runaway
without report having reached the sta
ton within a few moments after ii had
occurred The sergeant had scarcely
finished speaking when the telephone bell
rang and-"Yes. he's down here now" said
the official in answer to the query that
came over the wire Then. as he listened
at the instrument. his face broke into
smile
Its all right" he said, as he hung up
the receiver Your grandson's found,
He's down there at the hotel. Was under
the clerks desk where he had discovered
a cat with a couple of kittens and was
keeping quiet so as not to disturb the hap
py family
And so what had promised to be a sor-
rowful incident in the evenings routine
turned out TO be merely harmless scare"
after all. But those who were present did
not feel inclined to laugh over the termina-
ton of the incident. for the old mans
grief had been a heart-breaking thing to
see, and even upon receipt of the glad news
he could hardly bring himself to realize
that Johnny was safe and sound. But it
was with a lighter step that he started
back toward his little hotel.
A call for the patrol wagon was received
and within a short time the police vehicle
returned, rumbling over the asphalt pave
ment to the station entrance, followed by a
curious crowd of men and boys who had
gathered from apparently nowhere. Loud
talking and boisterous feminine laughter
told the spectators that the monotony of
the evening was to be broken. The new
corners proved TO be two women from one
of the tough neighborhoods of the town.
One had red cash across her cheek and
a black eye. The other had a scratch on
her forehead, but her face was wreathed
in a hard smile. They had been spending
a social evening together with some friends
and in the course of the merry festivities
had engaged in a sort of fencing contest
with beer bottles.
I'm lady, I'd have you know" de-
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Vignettes of An Inland City

of the law What time has a police re-
porter for writing a character sketch? He
is here. there. everywhere. from the time
his city editor sends him forth on his rounds
until he grinds out his last STORY on his
overworked typewriter in the wee, sma'
hours of the morning. And. then. too. he is
so accustomed to the routine of life at the
police station and TO the individuals who
belong to the army of misdemeanor that 1t
seldom occurs to him that the general pub
lie is almost wholly ignorant of these things.
a night spent in the police station-that
is, If the night chance to be busy one
will show the impressionable observer more
of human nature, lay bare more of the lit
tie humors, ironies and miseries that exist
in a large city. and expose more of the
ong-dong. than could be seen in any
other one place. To the visitor undergoing
his initiation it would surely impress a
more lasting temperance lesson and pro-
vide more food for thought than many
a moral book that he might read.
Let the curtain rise on recent night
at the police station. The night staff had
come on duty, roll call was over and the
day policemen had gone home TO their
wives and families. while the night patrol
men. about ninety Of them in all, had
started forth to keep the peace and pro-
tect the good citizens in the forty-three
police divisions into which the city is di-
vided. The desk sergeant was leaning
back i'm his chair for few moments rest
after having answered number of tele-
phone calls. The police reporters from
the morning papers had reported for duty
and had hurried up TO the turkeys register
to see about securing the facts in an i'm
portant story The newspaper writer
who has come along with one of them for
the purpose of acting as an interested au-
dience of one to view the nights happen
ings. was left behind to wait for some
thing to turn up.
He had not long to wait. In few mo-
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ments a woman came hurrying into the
office-a thin, nervous little woman dressed
in a calico skirt of faded blue. and flimsy
black shirtwaist On her head was a bat
tered straw hat with dirty white veil
twined about it and hanging down behind.
She had evidently been walking fast. for
she was almost out of breath Her sharp
brown eyes were full of Indignation and
her mouth twitched with suppressed ex-
element.
swell, what can 1 do for you?" inquired
the man behind the desk, in "a matter-of-
fact way, as he surveyed the visitor un-
concernedly.
Sergeant" the woman began, and, after
pausing long enough to take in long
breath, she burst forth into a TRADE, her
words coming so fast that they fairly tum-
bled over each other. II won't stand it,
she said. 81 won't have it. Them folks is
jest doin' it TO worry me, cause they know
1 amt got no use for 'em, nohow. It's a
dirty, mean trick, sergeant. and I'm tired of
this here thing of bein fooled with, an I'll
lest give EN- to understand that amt go
in To-
"well, well, WELL" interrupted the SER
geant not unkindly as he raped with his
lead pencil on the desk. Whats the row,
anyhow? Who's worrying you? Take your
time, my good woman, and tell me what
your trouble is without having fit about
it,
1t was hard for her to control her feel
ings, but with a supreme effort the woman
managed to tell her story in somewhat
rational way. 1t developed that she roomed
i'm one of the cheap lodging houses on East
Washington street near the police station
and that she was a widow lady" living
with her sister. She and her sister once In
awhile invited some Of their lady friends
to come up to their room and take part in
an informal social function. On such happy
occasions it had been her custom-the
widow lady's-to buy bucket Of beer and
a bag of pretzels in order to make the even
ing thoroughly enjoyable. So far, so good.
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the empire style; straight, cold lines, high
ly polished mahogany and gold-bronze-
there could be nothing cooler in aspect for
the heated term. The furniture was Sc
lected for use only. There is not a super
fiuous chair, bureau or table in the palace,
and the surface of all the furniture is
hard as iron. 1T exudes GOODNESS even
during the hottest time of the day." said
the papal functionary who conducted your
correspondent. The rooms intended for the
Pope's use are furnished in red mahogany
throughout, while silken wall hangings are
of red. yellow or. olive. The diningroom
formerly little used, for Leo took his meals
wherever he happened to be- contains some
beautiful portraits of former Popes, while
the walls of the great drawingroom afford
vivid panorama of Jerusalem This
apartment is round as circle, and where
ever one turns. a familiar sight meets the
eye. The paintings were done by a master
hand, and the impression they convey is
a once picturesque and natural. The
Pope's study is remarkable only for an
crusted with rich gems. that towers high
above the writing desk. Leo slept in a
small room, barely large enough to accom-
modate a bed, side table and arm chair
Pope Plus on the other hand, selected for
his bed chamber 2 stately salon. with
walls of marble and three windows in the
two length walls
/ was unable to learn whether or not the
selection was due 70 letter from Prof.
Jaeger, the famous wool advocate, recently
received by the papal secretary of state.
but the chances are that the sturdy Ger
mans protest had something to do with the
case.
The late Leo KILL" wrote Prof. Jaeger,
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clared the one with the black eye, who had
evidently been vanqushed in the engage
ment, as she glared about her wrathfuIly.
I'm a lady. and amt never been took
i'm before And she shook her fist on
high as if to call on heaven TO witness the
truth of her words. But il / once get
at that woman again. I'll lick her-and
lick her good this time She was APP
parently laboring under the mistaken i'm
preston that she had been the victor In
the original combat.
The other woman laughed sarcastically.
Lady. are your" she sneered; and then.
turning to the crowd of bystanders. she
added, as if enjoying the whole affair i'm
mensely, Now amt that the TRUTH"
They were locked up for the night. which
settled their controversy for the time be-
ing.
The evening wore on. The patrol jour-
neyed TO various parts of the city bringing
back from time to time unfortunate men,
bers of the Army of Misdemeanor. Drunken
men, loiterers and fighters were brought
into the station and either locked UP be-
hind the iron bars or bailed out by friends
or professional bondsmen-the latter charg-
ing the prisoners a commission of s. for act
ing as their sponsors. There are three
professional bondsmen who hang about the
police station continually, never allowing
q chance to slip by to make living out
of the captives of the law.
Sometimes an out-and-out criminal would
step from the returning patrol wagon TO
be placed in custody. but the great ma
jority of the persons arrested proved 10 be
the peace-breakers of the town-people who.
either through natural perverseness OF
character or led on BY overindulgence in
alcoholic beverages, could not restrain
themselves from breaking the city's CON-
mandments-
It's curious little world Of its own
is the police station-a world of remorse
and gloom, with only an occasional ray
of sunshine making its way through the
darkness. LOUIS w. JONES.
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PoPE,s SIMMER RESIDENCE

breathe once more like a plain ordinary
man"-another passage from Pius's letter to
his brother.
POPE'S SUMMER RESIDENCE.
/ had the good fortune to be admitted to
Tore Leonino. some two months ago, when
the late Pontiff was ill and not expected
to move into his summer residence during
the present season. This was an unusual
favor. granted on behalf of DR.. Steinmann,
the famous author OF, the work on the
Sistine Chapel. Ordinarily, visitors to the
Vatican obtain only stray glimpses of the
Popes gardens through the iron ratings
of the gate Of the Plus VI Casino, when on
their way to the museums. The tower rises
on the highest point of the park, the road
leading to it being broad enough for two car
riages to pass. and not so steep as to offer
difficulties to the wanderer on foot. The
walk is strewn with white pebbles. each as
immaculate as If addicted to the daily bath
habit. Mighty oaks and evergreen laurel
trees skirt the road on both sides, alter
mating with flower beds. The Popes sum-
mer residence belonged originally to the
fortifications Of the papal palace: it's enor-
nous walls are sixteen feet thick at the
base and half as much from first story to
roof-if they cannot keep the heat out.
nothing can. A grayish stone furnished the
building material. but of this little is yisi-
BILE owing to the precious vine climbing all
over the mighty walls. At present Pope
Plus need but open the window of any
room he may be in to pluck the finest
grapes grown anywhere in the world.
The whole esta biishment inside the walls
was planned by Pope Leo. whose taste in
art prevailed in the selection of the furni-
ture and decorations. Everything is in
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city atop load of hay, and he had decided
to remain overnight in town. While dis
cussing a prospective business deal with an
acquaintance in front of the little hotel
where he and the child were stopping the
yOungster had wandered away and vanished
as completely as if the earth had opened up
and swallowed him.
Hes only six years old, sergeant" said
the old fellow, and the tears were running
down his wrinkled, sunburned checks. "an'
/ swan / don't see where he could "a gone
to-lttle chap like him. I'm afeared some
thin ter'ble's happened to him, an me to
blame fer lettn' him git out o. my sight.
Good Lord, sergeant, I'm worried to death"
And his poor old legs seemed to give way
from under him as he sank down helplessly
into a chair and stared hard into space
with piteous, watery eyes. Il looked all
| over the neighborhood where the hotels
located" he continued, "but couldn't even
git no trace of him. Il didn't seem posi-
BILE that Johnny could a got very fer, an
so / didn't feel like reportin' the matter to
| the police until I made that he was
lost It's queer that nobody seen him a-wan-
derin' away. A big policeman was a-stand-
| in right there on the corner near the hotel
| an when l asked him if he'd seen anything
o. Johnny he looked at me like he thought
/ was crazy. He said he'd seen the boy
sittin' on my knee in front o. the hotel not
three minutes before. He helped me search
| about the neighborhood an then told me
I'd better report here. Sergeant, I'm so
afeared--''
But the old man could go no further. His
voice broke and 1t was with difficulty that
| ne swallowed the lump that came into
| his throat. The man at the desk assured
him in kindly tones that the boy would
| surely be found within very short time
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But it seemed that a married couple whose
lodgings adjoined those of the widow lady s
were not at all friendly toward the widow
lady and her sister; in fact, there had been
several wars of words between the mar
ried lady and the widow Iady's sister, And
SO what did the ''mean old slob of a man.
next door do but get out an old accordion
whenever the widow lady gave one of her
parties and play on the miserable thing with
all of his might and MAN.
This Is the third time it's happened.
| sergeant" the woman went on, IAN /
| amt a-goin' to put up with it no longer.
| If he could play the cussed thing l wouldn t
care so much, but, sergeant, he can't play
a note" An angry fire was now darling
from her eyes.
The desk sergeant is accustomed to all
sorts of peculiar complaints. but here was
a new one at last. He winked gravely at
the newspaper visitor and then turned to
the woman.
Perhaps the man is student of music
and is just practicing," he suggested.
"Practicin nothin'." the woman ex-
claimed. Hes dom it cause he knows it
drives me an my lady friends nearly crazy.
An l won't stand it. L tell you! l jest
won't"
WELL what do you expect me to do?''
asked the sergeant with the accent on
the me" 81 can't stop man from playing
an accordion-or even trombone, which is
| darn sight worse-in his own home, can
1? So long as the gentleman remains in
his own lodgings and doesn't intrude his
presence upon you and Jour lady friends,
l don't what / can do to mend mat
tiers. The police have no right to stop a
man from learning to play musical in
| strument."
But this amt no musical instrument
| cried the angry widow lady. Its an in
| vention of the devils-thats what it is!
An he amt tryin' to learn to play it, no
+, now. tell you
''That'll be about ALL interjected the
| sergeant, as he turned to answer ring
| from the telephone. You go back home
and make the best of it. and enjoy your
beer and pretzels, and if the musician does
anything that's really Objectionable, you
come back here and report him.
| The woman was furious. She stalked out
| of the station vowing holly to get even
with the sergeant as we'll as the accordion
| player.
This was only one of several absurd cpl
| sodes that occurred at the sergeant's desk
| during the evening-trivial scenes and con-
versations perhaps. bat full of interest to
anyone unaccustomed to the affairs of the
police station. If there is a position that
| requires patience it is that of police
| sergeant on desk duty. Many people seem
| to consider him an arbitrator of all do
| nestle troubles. doctor of all ills and an
| ever-ready refuge in time of need.
| Not all of the episodes were of laugha-
bic nature, however. There was nothing
funny about the case of the old countrymar
| who was searching for little lost boy-his
grandson. He had brought the child with
him that morning when he came to the