The Norfolk weekly news-journal. (Norfolk, Neb.) 1900-19??, 1909-02-05

were a Cowed and tame lot. On ON,
call | found that the warden had gun,
over to Main street for breakfast ant
lett the criminals in charge of his
IDlaCkand-white sheep dog. OF what
use was it for them to break out
fhcy couldn't get anywhere.
But nobody saw an arrest made
There was no brawliug If you stood
too long on one spot listening to q
mercenary orator, quiet spoken man
in ordinary clothes came up to you
and gently called your attention to the
tact that there were lot of other PEG
pie in town and you were blocking the
sidewalks; would you mind moving
Now, suppose" | said to one OF them
| just as though in earnest, II didn't
move. Suppose | was unreasonable
and ugly about it. What would you
do?"
"Why,' said he, looking me level in
the eye, there amt been many suCn
cases But if we get up against one,
we kind of shoulder him off down a
side street and persuade him to be
good-and if he won't be persuaded
there's usually enough of us around to
can him. With modestly apparent UNI
intention he disclosed a glimpse of a
silver star on his waistcoat
II just wanted to know" said l.
There's quite number took with
the same curiosity" said he, unmolli-
fed and we drifted apart, to meet
again in Nelse Thompson clubroom
late that night, with Nelse to explain
things and make us shake hands and
ne friends and laugh over it,
A Gentle Reminder of Breakfast.
The plan did not stop with the pro-
tecting and cherishing of the register
ing visitor. Three well graded roads
were built out across Trip county, all
converging at Dallas: this, lest other
border towns, north, west or south,
might by accident become the center
for the trade of the 5000 new farmers.
Trunk telephone lines were erected,
with Dallas as central" Artesian
wells were sunk, in plenty. A reser-
voir was built (cheerfully known as
three acreS).
1t was all clear United States. 1t
may not have been as sanctified as
some of us would like to see a new
town-but there were some others of
us who would have liked it far rougher.
1t was a town built to order for the
best of the people who came to it
the biggest blessing an American could
well gather unto himself in this gen
Grafton was to mix in and surge around
with them arguing, laughing, swap
ping stories. Everybody was every
other body's brother-until he was
proved unworthy--and was glad of it.
Even the racket of it was a stimula-
ton. Every few hours, perhaps at
twelve noon and perhaps at three in
the morning, one of those teeming
trains came hooting into town. From
every front door came the megaphoned
howls. There was one fellow who
woke me at two-hour intervals every
night for a week; his voice made the
windows rattle. and in that climate his
subject was every bit as enhancing
as the clink of silver and glass that
greets one at the door of Delmonicos:
breakfast waiting for you here
Consisting of Oong pause) oatmeal
baked apple &. hot rolls
hot cakes AND syrup . . Fried
chicken very long pause) pork
gravy (still longer pause) . AND
potatoes with coffee like
mother . used . to . . make,
This was for breakfast and all for
thrty-tive cents"
The band was always blaring some
where. Bert Morphy, little Irish
man, who sings (see posters) ito beat
the band" in the open air, was lending
his melodies first to gather a crowd in
front of one tent and then in front of
another The notarieS had barkers out
ranged four deep across the sidewalk
every ten steps. Picture postal cards
were spread fan like before your eyes
if you paused for a second. Hambur
ger sandwich men threw an affec
tionate arm across your shoulder and
explained that you could get 'em with
or without onions, but always hot and
for just one dime, ten cents. There
was a noisy eXultation about it all.
Some folks were making money, to be
sure-but whether the coins were
jingling in the cash boxes or not,
everybody was having good time and
mighty glad to let the whole world
know it.
"I'm Down and Out" Said One.
The writer was around aiding and
abetting when Frederic Thompson and
the lamented Elmer S. Dundy were in
venting the new Coney Island, the
ype of all the amusement trolley parks
across this country now. Specifically
Dallas may seem to have been some
thing like that: but if it does not
seem to have been something more,
then what is written here Is failure
For there was more. This was not a
mere jaunt or an excuse for laughing
and forgetting toll and sorrow for a
night. These thousands were hunger
ing for homes and soil of their own,