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Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1905-12-14
THE LODGES.

Several of the lodges have held their
annual election of officers for the com
ing year while some of the others,
owing to the rush of the no liday bust.
ness have been unable to get a quorum.
Among these latter are the Royal
Arch Masons, Eastern Star, Royal
Neighbors, Red Men and Maccabees.
We give below all of the officers for the
coming year that we have been able to
learn:
L. o. o. r.
N. G., H. Nelson Tragitt; V. G., J.
V. Martin; Secretary, @. A. Johnson
financial Secretary, Emmett Forbes
Treasurer, G. G. Dunton.
A. O. wv.
M. W., w. r. Bates; Foerman, John
Phillips; Overseer, Lee Harmon;
Financeer, j. A.. Cowan; Receiver,
David Williams; Recorder. Albert
Smith; Guide, Thomas McKennett
I. W., John Dolan; o. w. w f. Kad-
ing; Trustee, (three years. H. A.
Dibble; Representative to grand lodge,
w. r. Bates; Alternate representative
to the grand lodge, Thos. McKennett.
A. f. and A. NJ.
w. NJ, w. s. ID. Adams; S. w. J. L..
Harris; j. W., G. @. Dunton: Treasurer
T. E. Fgge; Secretary, Carl Malmberg.
M. w. A.
V. c., III. o. Wickre; Advisor, Her.
man Olson; Secretary, James McCor-
mick; Banker, E. l.. Forbes Physicians
Fl. A. Peabody and j. L. Harris; Board
of managers, H. A Peabody, Edward
Mccormick and r. L. Fosse.
X. of r.
G. c., HI F. Denton; v. c., Sam CAL
menson: M. at A., J. V. Martin; X. of
r. and s., j. e. Mccormick: Prelate,
Martin Halter; M. of E., David Will
liams; M. of W., Atlas Knapp; Trustee
for three years, Atlas Knapp; Repre-
sentatives to grand lodge, Frank Sears
and @. S. Payne.
ID. of III.
p. c., Mary Sherwood; @. of H.,
Dora McKenDett; l.. OF H., Minnie
Rathbun; @. Of e.. Sadie Thurman;
Treasurer, Tillie Egge; Recorder,
Jennie Hrabak; Usher, Anna Hrabak |;
I. g., Jane Dolan.
After the election of officers Mrs.
Mary Sherwood in a few well chosen
words, happily delivered, presented
Mrs. Tile Egge, the financier of the
lodge. with q handsome cut glass water
set in token Of che appreciation of her
services during the years past. Mrs.
Egge, when she recovered her surprise,
made a feeling response. The lodge
then adopted the following:
Resolutions.
Whereas, 1t has pleased the Divine
Master before whose will we all must
bow to call to his eternal rest Thomas
Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1905-12-14

Attorney Haring was at Webster ON
legal business Thursday.
The past three or four days have been
very pleasant, thawing a little each day.
Sunday, Dec. 3. was the cold day so
far. Mercury went down below the 20
mark.
Several of u citizens were called to
Webster Thursday as witnesses in q
case where Halvor Folkstad was accused
of stealing certain articles from Ole
Moland. The hearing was not con-
cluded when our informant left the
court room.
Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1905-12-14
Double Grief.

Last week black diphtheria brought
a double bereavement to the home OF
Mr.. and Mrs. Adam Pichowski in this
city. On Thursday, December 7, their
a ughter, Katie, aged IL years, two
months and 26 days, died, and on the
Saturday following, December 8, Lizzie
the next daughter, aged six years, five
months and IL days died. The children
were sick but a few days but nothing
could ave them. Owing to the disease
from which they died no funeral SER
vices could be held and each was buried
on the day she died in the Catholic
cemetery in this city. The loss of one
little n will break the parents hearts
but when two come so close together
the grief Of parents is also unbearable.
The grief stricken parents have the
heartfelt sympathy Of all Webster peo-
pie in their double bereavement.
Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1905-12-14
Pigeon Shoot.

Several of the local sports went down
to the gun club grounds Tuesday even
ing for a pigeon shoot. The two sides
chosen some time since were lot all
there SO those present chose up sides
and the following is the score:
j. Y. Martins side.
Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1905-12-14

We print elegant wedding stationary
on short notice, come and see samples.
Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1905-12-14

Full leather suit case 1915 at
the Bell Clothing and Shoe
The Saint Paul globe., 1905-01-22
.They Found Gorman Himself

He turned, to see Hanrahan running
from parapet to parapet, now hidden in
cloud of ,whirling smoke, now black
in the red glow of wind blown flames.
He saw him lean over the marble rail-
ing that surmounted the cornice on the
front of the building, and put his hands
in a trumpet to his mouth; the voice
was lost in the roar of the wind. He
saw him take OFF his helmet and try
to throw it down into the street; and
the gale snatched 1t from his hand,
: tossed it aloft, and blew it away to
the south with the smoke and the fly
ing embers.
He came running back to German.
Let's get down." he painted. Lets get
down."
German did not answer him.
For the Lords sake, Bull" he cried,
don't let us burn alive up here!"
German shook his head. II can't get
down." he said.
He could see that there was nothing
on the brick roof to burn; the heat
and not the flames would be their dan
ger. The fire was at its worst in the
light-well, and at the point furthest
from it there was an enormous water
tank, protected with-a covering Of tin,
and supported across the angle of the
walls on steel beams, SO that, even if
the roof should fall, the tank would not
go with it. Here was the greatest
safety. They would have water to
prevent the heat from baking them
alive, and they would have the tank to
shelter them from the drift. of smoke.
German went over to it and crouched
to peer beneath the beams. Hanrahan
stumbled against him. s.Bull," he
whimpered II can't can't get down."
German thrust him aside, "Well who
said you oould?" he snarled. You're
The Saint Paul globe., 1905-01-22
Sitting on the Edge Of the Tank

Hanrahan rolled his head from side
to side, muttering to himself.
Say. German said. Say, look-a-
here :. sss--., ; -
He opened staring eyes, moving his
lips in whisper.
Better get up to the tank an take q
dip. want you to help me get that
ladder loose"
Hanrahan slipped an arm around his
neck, raising himself on his elbow.
Get me down out OF this. Bull" he
whispered. Get me down out Of this,
an I'll make 1t good. I got pull. I
got a promise
German threw off his arm. "Stop
talkin foolish. can't get you down,
man. Here, take a drink"
Hanrahan caught at his collar.
down." he said. .sYou get me down.
Bull. I'll make it good. I'm right In
with the gang. Dorgan said
German threw him from him with a
curse. II can't get you down" he yelled
at him. Whats the matter with you r.
Hanrahan fell back heavily and lay
breathing hard, with open mouth. A
puff of smoke blew down and choked
him with a sob.
German dragged him across the roof
to the tank, and sat down beside him
uncertain what to do-With his back to
the parapet and his face to the light
well. The heat swan over them in a
suffocating current. Hanrahan threw
out his arms and lay as if stretched on
a cross, rolling his head from side to
side, agonized and speechless.
He began to humble the confession
Of a Roman Catholic, beating his breast
with whispered through my fault
through my fault, through my most
grievous fault"
The Saint Paul globe., 1905-01-22
A Submarine Aiarp,

Just now there is being tested In the
Potomac river a most extraordinary
device for protecting ocean vessels by
an alarm carried by sound under the
water" said James Stone, of Cinein-.
natl, at the Riggs house.
"a man from Boston has yacht
here, and each day the experiments are
carried on. The working of the thing
is very simple. A box is placed on the
hull of the boat below the water line,
with a wire attachment to an indicator
up in the pilot house. The vessel
starts. Off on a reef, say, three or four
miles away, there is placed bell. also
below the water line. In a dense fog,
supposedly, as the vessel moves for
ward, the bell Is sounded and the in
dicator in the pilot house, through the
workings OF the attachment in the bot
tom Of the boat, indicates the direc-.
ton from which the sound comes. The
device has worked very we'll so far,
and can also be used on the side OF ves-
sells under the water line, instead of on
the reef, so that different vessels may
warn each other. An effort is being
made TO have it taken up by the gov-
ernment. w Washington Post.
The Saint Paul globe., 1905-01-22

up here to stay. You better make up
yer mind to that an shut yer yap."
Hanranan threw up his arms and
screamed at the sky in high, dry
voice, clutching with his fingers and
swapping like a dog with his teeth.
Then he pitched forward into the
smoke on a run for the street parapet
again.
German climbed slowly up the iron
ladder to the top of the tank. He came
on scuttle there and raised it, to find
that the tank was almost full. He took
off his rubber coat and dipped it down,
and it came up dripping. He rubbed 1t
over his face, and licked at the mois-
ture on the smooth tarpaulin; and the
touch of water sent a burning fever
flush Of thirst through him. He reach
ed down with his helmet, drew 1t up
half full and emptied it over his head
and down his back, again and again.
Then he drank in great gulps, signing
with satisfaction.
The relief brought back his energies.
The tank ladder took his eye, and It
occurred to him that if he could get 1t
loose he might be able to reach a lower
window with it. He took hold of it in
his huge hands, drew a long breath,
and strained to wrench it from it's iron
sockets, Tightening on it slowly until
the blood drummed in his ears. He
bent the upright of it, but the socket
held it STILL When he paused for
breath, he remembered Hanrahan and
shouted to him for aid.
He got no answer, and he descended
the roof to find him lying on his face
in the worst Of the heat that blew from
the air shaft. He dragged him back
from 1t and emptied a helmet full of
water on his face.
The Saint Paul globe., 1905-01-22
DERELIeTS WHO HAUNT THE HOME OF THE STOCK TICKER

NUEW YORK, Jan. 21.-In a dingy
I'M old basement, ten feet pelow the
curb of New street, is the strang--
est hang out and commercial exchange
in the world. 1t is the Board of Broken
Brokers, wrecks of Wall street and
grizzled and gaunt veterans of the old
gold exchange. These gray ghosts are
still SPECTATORS haunting the locality
where once they dealt in millions. now
wagering a pittance on the tale of the
ticker. Ten dollars is the capital of a
bold operator, and 50 suffices to give
standing. Five cents may win entrance
to a pool formed to speculate on the
movement of 100000 shares.
If one were carried blindfolded down
into the dingy basement, where the
board meets, he could easily be de-
ceived into believing that he was in the
presence of those who win and lose
fortunes. One million is the common
denominator of this ghostland, the sill
Yer quarter is the carefully concealed
medium of exchange.
Making Up Margin
"Give us a quarteri" means to fur
nish the capital to make up the dollar
necessary to enter upon a deal in one
share Of stock on the basis of a 1 per
cent margin Five-cent pieces, dimes,
pennies even, have gone to make up the
pool upon which may be placed the
hopes. the judgment, and perhaps the
lodging for the night of men who once
were powers in the upper world of
speculation. To the neither regions.
where live these wraiths of high
finance, the descent follows regular gra-
dations-stock exchange, consolidated
curb, bucket shop, and last the Board
of Broken Brokers.
1t is not far from the marble build
ing, a Greek temple of dazzling white
to the home where daily meet these
prisoners of hope. Some of them today
might have had their names in gilt let
ters on the doors of offices in sky
scrapers. They have sat at rosewood
roll top desks in their time and given
orders to subordinates and clerks.
There are those among the stragglers
of this legion of lost men who could
have signed their checks for hundreds
or thousands. The largess which they
gave to office boys In the days gone by
would have supplied ample capital for
the operations which they now conduct
ten feet under ground.
Litigation has left New street. not
far from Beaver, a rookery almost hid
den by the mountains of steel and stone
which tower above it. In its basement
as saloon reached by a flight of rick
The Saint Paul globe., 1905-01-22

ETY. wooden stairs and lighted by dim
and dlngy panes. On one side of the
room, which is about fifty feet in
length. is the bar, and the other side Is
given to small tables belonging to the
man to whom the saloonkeeper has
rented out the restaurant privilege.
Beef stew at 10 cents and pie at cents
a quadrant are the favorite articles on
the menu. The coffee boiler has not
been polished for many day, and
through an aperture in wooden partf-
tion are revealed the operations of
cooking and dishwashing.
Truck drivers, porters, elevator men
in uniform, steamship runners, and
messengers patronize refectory and
bar. All races and all colors are well
coined here. Customers come and go,
paying little heed to the reflex activi-
ties of the stock exchange.
The Steel Post
What looks to you like small can
non stove sadly in need of polish is the
Big Steel post; cuspidor is the rail-
lying point for the operators in copper;
under the lee of the bar rail, where the
sawdust rests the most thickly, Securi-
ties is the taliSman. The keg of ale is
Reading, the table Uttered with comic
Weeklies of last years vintage is the
New York Central post.
Near one Of the grimy windows
stands a ticker which creaks in It's
corroded parts and haltingly grinds out
Its fateful grist. The ticker Is main
tanned by the financial hacker of the
board, and the rest is paid by the
profits of purchases made over the bar.
The board does not bestow its custom
on the other side of the house,
AT 8 o'clock appears the financial
backer of the broken board, an eager.
alert parsonage, who sees in all direc-
tiOns at once. He moves about swiftly
SO swiftly that no one is ever behind
him. His office is partly in the ticker,
but principally in his hat. His reserve
fund is represented by roll of bills Of
small denomination stuffed into his
trousers pocket. His business methods
are simplicity condensed.
The speculator puts up a margin of
81, and says that he has bought a
share of stock. The dollar margin Is
considered heavy enough for all prae-
tieal purposes. If the stock goes up the
banker pays over the winnings, less
one eighth OF per cent for commits
sion. If the margin is wiped out no
commission is exacted. If the stock
rises the Spectator gets the benefit of
1t, but In no case does the banker pay
more than 81 share. If stock should
go from 10 to par the profit Of the
members Of the broken board on the
right side of the market would be no
more than had 1t gone up points There
is no relnarglnlng, and the banker does
not waste his time by pretending to
execute orders. No scandal of washed
sales creeps in here The dishes are
washed with assiduity, the calls are for
The Saint Paul globe., 1905-01-22

.Ha, consols opening strong; eh ?'s
says man in a-frayed overcoat.
He rups his hands and smiles.
"Consols? What does he know of
consols?'
Thought so,n' he continues; 4 thought
so.''
what did you buy?" asks the SOL
emn, gray mustached man at his ell
bows.
1.-TWO shares of New York Central, !"
he said. 1.-TWO shares but I sold one of
them last night to Billacker."
He had paid So, and, finding that he
needed the money for dinner, had sold
half of his verbal contract.
big Steel. one-eighth," drawls the
man at the ticker.
"One-eighth, eh," remarks the gem
tleman of the disguised spectacles;
say, it's going to par.
"Par?"
Eyes, that's right. It's the old tip,
you know. She might go to par yet"
What's Million
ssWhat's a million ?'' rises a voice out
of the babel.
"Yes, that's what want to know.
What's million? If a man has it it
isn't enough to spend, is it?"
II tell you"-he who spoke was lean
ing on the bar lighting a 5 cent cigar
which he had won in a little side bet
with friend on the price of securities
that 54,000000 has been spent on
that property. It is all to the good"
I'm in on Steel" continued another,
in a high pitched voice. Nov, IL J. p.
would ger busy, eh! Seen Charley
lately?'
Whats the game Smiling Charley
and Johnny Gates are up to now?''
asked a gray beard of his associate In
the Copper pool.
Dunno. Seen Jim Keene lately?''
do you know ?" said a prominent
member of the board, speaking deliber-
ately, as ne jingled a few coins in his
pocket, that / hardly know what to
plunge on? I was thinking of buying
New York Central. Making extensive
Improvements on that road. Millions.
Yes, millions"
Think it will go up?" was the ques-
ton. I'VE might try something
Don't care If we do. Seventy five,
did you say don't mind
I've got quarter"
Fact is, I could have bought New
York Central yesterday, but I didn't
feel like coming down to SELL"
Copper One-eighth!"
BY George! I believe It's going to
par"
Not unless Lawson helps us OUT
I'VE will all be on another exchange
all right by that time"
See that H. II. is sick abed over
what Tom is saying about him.
Three millions, eh? Strong market
Say, what do you suppose care fol
rs cents. Can you lend me q quarter
Thanks. I'd Ike to go in on thai
The Saint Paul globe., 1905-01-22

beef and" and the puts for glasses of
beer showed across the bar.
Each Deal a Bet
Every transaction is an undisguised
bet, and there are no confused notions
about the ethics of brokerage. Owing
to the per cent limit the banker is the
only member of the board who is al
ways supplied with money. For the
sake of identifying him and not wound
Ing his sensibilitieS, he shall here be
designated simply as "Mr. Roll" His
clients are at the cannon stove often
as early as 9 o'clock in the morning
waiting for the exchange to open.
All ages are represented there, but
the greater number are old men. Some
are veterans of the gold exchange,
which existed before the stock ex-
change of the present day was a factor
in affairs. White haired, bent, palsied
some of them, they sit on the light bent
wood chairs swaying to and fro. Their
clothes are shabby, the velvet collars Of
their overcoats are frayed, their trou-
sers bag, their shoes are innocent of
polish. Even the linen which they
wear is worn through until the first
coarse ply is revealed. Many of them
wear eyeglasses with cracked and
broken lenses. Cheap steel bowed
spectacles have been tricked into wear
ing an air of smartness by the winding
Of black cord about the rusted bows so
that at distance they appear like
pince nez. Unshaven and unshorn for
the most part are the gentlemen rank
ers of finance. In every face is the
story of battle lost, in all eyes a f1tful
light of hope.
Come From Many Quarters
From every quarter of the city they
come. The Mills hotel sends a quota
and the Bowery lodging house has its
representatives at times. Most of them
live in some narrow hall bedroom up
town, where they make their morning
coffee. Some are from the suburbs,
where sons support them and give to
them few dollars a week for specula-
ton. Some derive small pension
from friend who has made his pile
and has remembered those who were
less lucky in the game
Retired brokeri" remarked one who
had gone through all the gamut of ex-
per1ence in Wall street, and had come
at. last to the stwo share house,: ..re-
tired-yes. because we are broke
Tt is time for the stock exchange to
open, said he; Just time The big
dog VIII begin to wag his tail, then the
Consolidated exchange will move. and
here are we, the can on the tail of the
dog"
Flimsy bent wood chairs rattle over
the sawdusted floor. The ticker is vi
brant with the energy which fascinates
the devotees huddled at the old stove.
twenty-five men gather about the bell
glass, and one of their number begins
the litany Of the forgotten.
The Saint Paul globe., 1905-01-22

one Of the subterranean fnanciers.
A whisper, a nod to Mr.. Roll, a quick
entry in small handbook, and the
transaction is closed.
A furry is observed about the heat
ing apparatus. A So pool has just been
formed to purchase Louisville. The
Cannon Stove party is composed of
some of the most daring spectators in
the place.
ssWhere is the doctor today?" in
quired the man at the bar.
Hardly had he spoken when the tap
ping of cane was heard on the wood
en- stair outside and the doctor himself
appeared.
One Mysterious Member
A stout German of about fifty years
of age is he. His beard is tinged with
gray and large spectacles are worn
upon his sightless eyes. An attendant
leads him. His first formality is to
purchase one drink Of whisky. He
never buys more, and Achates is not
asked to participate in the refresh
mentS.
The doctor was once prosperous
practitioner in the upper part of the
city. Owing to his affliction he lost his
patients, and he is dependent largely
on his operations on the Board of
Broken Brokers. He registers a bet or
two, or rather buys few shares of
stock, and listens to the sing-song of
the quotations.
He has been for two years been GO
ing to the New street basement. The
doctor Is something of a mystery to
the board, for he always seems to have
money, and his operations are gener-
ally crowned with success. He buys
New York Central, Pennsylvania and
Amalgamated, and is a member Of the
lunch counter clique.
Signs of interest, Of expectation and
of worry appear on the faces crowded
about the ticker.
The time Is not far away when ii
will be known what the day holds for
all.
Rosey is short on Copper and a
frown furrows his face. He is out 81
some Of 1t his own money, for he had
a talk with some of his friends and
had induced them to join him In a
raiding movement. "Those that do the
guessing lose, says he. 1t will be many
day before he will recoup his loss and
restore confidence in his Judgment.
The thin, nervous face of the whilonl
specialist in mining shares is radiant
A retired curb broker sits near the ale
barrel, a picture of woe. About the
inner group, as the day draws to q
close, appears a Gordon of younger men
The linked wheel has turned for the
last time that day.
The Copper specialist beams Ike &
newly polished kettle of his favorite
metal. The head of the exchange
hands him out $3.50. A friend OF
Little Steel, who was on the wrong
side of the market, has 10 cents as ths
profits Of q gloomy day. He takes ths