The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-06-11
the cast. as It hangs in his library. these
lines:
She Is deaf to the sounds all about us,
What she sees we cannot understand,
But she hears with the tips of her fingers
And her sights in the touch of her hand

AND her sights In the touch of her hand.
Any one interested in the general sub
ject Of the trusts will find much that Is
entertaining as well as instructive in Gill
bert Holland Montague's new book,
Trusts OF To-day There are other and
more comprehensive books upon the sub
ject for one who would delve into the
depths of 1t, but this book is Of moderate
length and the text has been so stripped
of techntcalities, the heavy statistics so
sparingly used and the illustrations OF
cause and effect so aptly chosen, that any
one may take it up with assurance that
1t will not be found tiresome.
II Mr.. Montague has laid himself open
to criticism at all it is due to the fact
that he has scarcely put sufficient en-
phasis upon the bad features of trust or
saniZation and management, and, justly so
or not, the reader unconsciously gathers
the impression that much that might have
been said as to trust evils has not been
put into the book, and that the author
is rather inclined to gloss them over So
many trust books have hammered" the
octopi that 1t is perhaps unfair to criticise
a book that takes, what may be, after all,
a broader view of the question, yet the
impression gained early in the book Is not
easily shaken off. Perhaps it comes in
some small degree from the knowledge
that it was Mr.. Montague who wrote the
book called 1.-THE Rise and Progress of the
Standard Oil Company" said to be q sub
sidized whitewash for Rockefeller, the
sheen Of whose halo had been a little
bedimmed by Ida Tarbell in her Mcclure 8
Magazine articles.
When all is said, however, the facts re-
main that Mr.. Montague really knows
what he is writing about, and any one
desiring to inform himself about the trusts,
their origin, methods, abuses, and the at
tempted remedies for them, can get the
information from this book and get it in
| a form to entertain and not tire him.
Dispatches from Princeton, N. J., an
nounce the death there Of Laurence Hut
ton, the author and essayist, at the age
| Of 81. The collection Of hand casts from
which Helen Keller's hand is pictured in
this column to-day was the property Of
Mr.. Hutton, and the verse printed with
| the hand is his.
Stories Uncle Remus would have beer
! glad to tell If they had been 'ketched If
de cornders uf his 'memb 'ance'' is the way
the publishers characterize the stories TOLD
by Aunt Nancy and Aunt 'Phrony in Al
the Big House. 'They are In no sense
an imitation or a reproduction Of his de-
lightful yarns, but supplement to them
the completion Of the southern lore. Joe
Chandler Harris says that Miss gilbert.
|
found among the negroes Of southeastern
Virginia and the Cherokee Indians o.
North Carolina.
The author calls special attention to the
Indians sense Of hunor. She says "the.
laughed heartily as they told these storie.
and were visibly disappointed if thei
auditors failed to catch the point ant
laugh with Them
"Why Crabs Walk Backwards is a fai
sample Of the stories which make up tn,
book. Here is part of It.:
'Der wuz a day an time" said Aunt Nancy
wen OAR want no yearf a-tall an de Law
bottom err de loves sea ter de top er de highes
mountain. Den He set ter wu'k on de creeturs
Honeys, dat WIZ big job! He jes had on
faigs, haid and tail, an Wit he done mex 'er
ev'y one diffn't Las dey wuz all done, 'scusin
der haids, an sdey wuz ev'y las one diff'n
front De Dc an tuck aeh h ha s1s gut
de hatds,
Come yer, Efalent,' seq de Lawd sezee, an
an go twis'in' an curlin his trunk an raisin
up his voice 'twel de groun' plumb shuk wi
de, SCUM. 49, Il tt~
".Jesso twuz wild ali de creet1rs, FUN de ETA
] lent down ter Ill oil Mis- Ant, an dey wuz al
! please an sassifled but wen 1t come ter d
turn er Alistah Crab he hilt back an he say
| Nav, sub, scuse me, sub, eff ain come for
| wu'd.'
"Turr creeturs wuz all scannelize at hi
imp ence an dey nudge him an tell him ter g
\ long an quit his foolishncss.
Come yer Crab seq de Lawd sezee,, IAN
femme year wat 'scuses you kin mex fer di
| 'havishness.
"'Please suh,' sezee, you mus 'scuse me
sub, but amt want you ter putt my haid o.
Il me; knows tain gwtne feel conf BILE.
wanster putt my own haid on, 'kase hit stan
ter reason dat mus know better'n any one els
II wen hit feels jes right
i Mr.. Crab got his head on upside dowr
and Aunt Nancy continues:
i "But, bless yo' soul, his idees wuz all turn
4 upside down, long wild his haid, an wat did b
done but run backwards stidder forwu ds.