The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-09-14

and the Way He Goes at You.
One of the sweetest baby poems ever
written is Helen Hunt Jackson's "Slumber
Song: Il
Adown the twilight river we float, Il
Baby and together.
Gliding along in our little boat, 4
Baby and together. /
Down to the wonderful land that waits, 4
M Where the river flows thru the sunset gates,
While the silvery stars keep watch aud ward
AS we drift beneath their loving guard, !
Baby and l together. T. i
This is a beautiful picture if baby con
sents to carry out his part and drift along
to this wonderful land of sleep. But
should baby refuse to snatch a little re-
pose and wax turbulent, the drowsy pop
pies that dodge and sway along the shad-
owy banks Of the dreamland river are
likely to be rudely awakened by his
hoarse boot of disapproval and alarm
Yet, If all goes well, ~
To Sunderland our craft we steer, "a
Baby and together.
SLOWLY, but surely, our port near,
Baby and l together. -
Where the ,Dream-tree spreads its branches wide,
And scatters rare fruit on every side,
Down the twilight river we float along
While tapping waves Groom tender song,
Baby and together. =. - -
If baby sees this rare fruit and begins
to demand his share of it, mama will have
her work cut OUT
Did you ever try to get square meal
while endeavoring at the same time to
satisfy the demands of baby, sitting with
ms hne open countenance next to you?
Now, we don't want to say anything
against baby, for it is not popular to
knock tootkins, but it would be inter-
esting to know. where he tucks all that
rare fruit" or other food that he backs
into that open face. There are two mem
bers of the family that. are never filed
up-baby and canary. Always eating and
forever and ever hungry. "Yet there is
room.''
A fair little head is dropping low, s.
Baby and I together i.
Gently into the harbor CO. e..
Baby and I together ~
have reached the shore of Sunderland,
by whispering breeZes softly famed,
Amid the feet that anchored fast
Hush! we are safely moored at last,
Baby and l together.
Perhaps! But at am. or ten minutes
or so earlier, we may look for baby to
slip his moorings and the ghost dance that
he will then put up until some one gets
out or bed and connects him with the
commissary will make the picture frames
fall apart and jog the startled nails from
the amazed woodwork unless they are
clenched
How do we know so much about babies.
| since there are none at our house? o,
our parents had one once and they told
| us all about it several times.
Thomas j. Minnocl1, who has made his
living by working fakes on the public
has written. al article for an eastern pa
| per on the way some of these swindles arc
| worked. We laugh at the honest farmer
who invests in gold brick, but there are
a thousand people in the cities who are
bitten by similar or worse swindlers tc
one in the country. Take the celebrated
l mind reader Bishop. Bishop was one
! of the first of this class. Most people in
sist that Bishop at least was honest and
that the fakirs who have followed him arc
the brass countcrfeits who are patterned
after the honest Bishop gold.
| This scoundrel Minnock however. was
| Bishops advance man. and he let's a
little light into the very systematic work
| OF that celebrated party who puzzled us
all In Minneapolis in the latter sos Min
! mock says:
The American School of Hypnosis was
| closed by the police, as it should have
been, but not until after it had caught 6
great many suckers. After leaving this
| school, about which I shall tell something
more a little later, I joined Bishop, the
mindreader. I was an advance man fol-
the show, and went on ahead and picked
up information about the town and PEG.
pie, which I turned over to the mind.
| reader for his use. I usually visited the
police departments, and got a line on the
| important murders and crimes. I got in
| formation about the life and history OF
most of the prominent men, SO that the
nindreader could always be able to tel
lc01 oof1 ,i,,rr OH
always had a bunch of local fellows ir
collision with us, and it was easy to dc
seemingly beWildering things in the pres.
ence of the audience
Minnock also did a turn with Schrader
the faith healer" He says:
II met Schrader at Fort Wayne, Ind.
where he was holding series Of healing
meetings. He was greasy dirty-lookins
individual, who wore long hair and wills
kers and who believed that he really de-
rived some great and mysterious power
from heaven. When / met him T am con
WINGED that Schrader was sincere man.
1t was only after Schrader's power
with the public began to decline, because
of so many failures, that he used fax,
> methods. The way it was brought abou
was this:
Il suggested that we introduce fax,
methods into his faith healing At frs
he objected. He finally yielded, and thel
VIC "SiiI Aloli Olle part Ol The country Il
another. We always had four or fv.
boosters on the stage. who were the frs
to come in for treatment. They threv
their crutches away after Schrader hat
laid his hands on them, and ran off tn
stage shouting his praises. The fact is
there never was anything the matte
with them, and they were hired to d.
their part" +.
These sorrowful examples Of human
credulty should give us pause when W.
are tempted to lay in our winter suppl.
of gilded bricks.
A man in Columbus. Ohio. name,
Jacobs drew a prize offered by the Con
noisseur of that city for .poem on som
} irritating feature of city life. Mr.. Jacob
: thinks that the man who is always com
planning of being down on his luck an,
who is claiming that the universe is usin
q loaded dice to beat him. he is the mos
Irritating feature of city life. The poe
sang Of this man thus: ...
!, My names Bill Crouch, and gol darn ME If
how 1t can be
The whole worlds got it in for me; at leas
!, 7 that's how 1t seems to be.
Soon's my tired bones hit the tick. there
some one yellin "Get up, quick
Breakfasts bum and coffee's cold. biscuits tina
are nine days old;
! Cars just pullin out of sight and me a runnin
all my might.
!. Streets amt sprinkled-dust is thick; Who'll
Il darn world lust makes me sick