Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1910-09-12

Na seen IN tine GreAt AmeNlehh
Metropolis from nay 20 Day.
Cheer upl A rainbow Of hope arches the
fistic horizon Of the Caucasian race. The
"knell OF doom" sounded at Reno was a
false alarm-a Sierra pebble rafting in a
tin can. Restoration Of white supremacy
Is only matter of little time and train
ing II the right announcement is offered.
Hitherto no one had seriously thought Of
woman as an aspirant for fistic honors and
emoluments. owing to the masculine con-
ceit that pugilsm was one branch OF hui
man activity. muscular and vocal. which
woman would not care TO enter. In this as
in other conceits mere man gets the merry
laugh Woman looms large In the manly
art as a recent demonstration In New York
proves and from which white pugdom
draws magnum OF cheer The feminine
wonder is Mrs. Ida Van Claussen, pictured
as "a handsome young Amazon" with
quite a record as a vocal combatant. hsv-
ing given Colonel Roosevelt when presi-
dent. few warm verbal rounds. Mrs. Van
Claussen made a business call on the off
GERS of the United States Mortgage and
Trust company The company had some
OF her money and she wanted It. The Off
WIS Ahlltu W hlh up VI ubNN anu NlNubiN
broke loose on the spot. The World tells
what happened: Her first victim was Vice
President Brewer of the trust company.
As the fight experts might put 1t, she just
plastered him. He was reduced to abso-
Lutte 'grogginess' when a young clerk jumped
in. He got kicked under a desk. Second
Vice President Carl G. Rasmus was the
third to get his A right hand hook to
the jaw knocked the banker flat on his
back. Then she downed the trust com
pany's special officer. 1t finally took the
combined efforts OF all the men to stay
her swirl OF mighty blows and accurate
punches. When it was all over, Mrs. Won
| Claussen, her handsome eyes aglare, her
gown stained, her fists still clinched, de-
fled them to dare have her arrested. None
called policeman, and with her shoulders
squared and defiance in every motion OF
her walk as she departed, she got into a
taNicab and returned to her hotel" Reno
laurels are fading away.
Herr e. Heyman, German jewelry
dealer, who has just reached New York
from Bremen, has the laugh on several OF
Collector Loeb's customs sleuths. When
Herr Heyman's liner arrived at it's pier he
was one of the first to place himself in the
hands of the inspectors
The customs man assigned to inspect his
belongings suddenly came upon a blue bag
that could easily hold two quarts of green
peas. The bag was full of brilliants and
the glare of the first handful he fished out
almost blinded the customs inspector.
Diamonds" he called out in consider
able excitement
He motioned for assistance and more GUS
toms men came up and put their hands in
the bag. Then an appraiser hurriedly sum-
moned, took a look at the stones.
Beads, that's all!'' he said.
All in all about a dozen bags Of the gilt
tering brilliants were brought to view.
Suppose they were diamonds, what dc
you think they would be WORTH" a by
stander asked Herr Heyman.
About $1,000, 900, 600 OOO," he answered
yes, in stage money" murmured the
appraiser.
Herr Heyman paid $50 duty and left the
pier with his glittering beads
Philip Bernstein boss of a job of elevator
installation in the Fourth National bank
building, was struck by a bag of cement
that fell on him as he was working at the
bottom of shaft. He cautioned the men
above to be careful, and went on with his
work. A few minutes later Bernstein
STOPPING over to adjust some wires felt
the breath knocked out of him a second
time, Hey, you!" he cried to the men
above, picking himself up. "Dyou want to
kill me? Be more careful with those ce-
ment bags!"
This amt no bag-it's me!' spoke q
voice beside him, and he turned and found
he had been Joined suddenly by Louis
| O'BeTg, one of the workmen. O'Berg had
fallen through the second floor and landed
on Bernstein's back His head was
scratched a little Bernstein sent to a drug
store for some liniment to put on his back
and remained on the Job.
The disturbance of the nerve centers OF
New York by Colonel Roosevelt's rewinnins
of The west brought quickly from belfry OF
genius a specific of great power and com
fort. The inventor is Henry Wellington
Wack, the same who championed DR.. Cool
for the regulation legal fee. Mr. Wacl
! salutes his work of art, THE Brooklyn
cocktail" in these words: The Brooklyn
is the nearest approach to the ambrosia
nectar of the gods that the magical com
FOUNDER of liquid, ventrcular inspiration
has so far produced for the gus;atory graft
| fication of mankind. 1t fits the throat Xix,
a velvet flame and pumps into ones stom
ach with a merry laugh. 1t sharpens th'
appetite and the wits and dulls the edg,
of malice. 1t sends worry scampering down
the alleys of the past. When the Brooklyn
becomes our national drink, riches anC
poverty will dance a can-can on the gray,
Of trouble"
Here is the recipe:
Three parts gin, one part French ant
one part Italian vermouth, one-half or one
third raspberry syrup, Embalm in shake
of cracked Ice and shake the very life int,
it, Serve repeatedly, smoking cold"
A NEEDED PRECEDENT.