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Perth Amboy evening news., 1911-05-27
NOTICE To CREDITORS

Leo GoIdberger, ADMINISTRATOR with
VIII annexed of Anna Kiss, (Kish). de-
of the, County of Middlesex. hereby
gives notice to the creditors of the
said Anna Kiss (Kish) to bring in their
debts, demands and claims Irainst the
estate. of the said deceased. under oath
'Dr affirmation, within nine months from
this date, or they will be forever bar
red of any action therefor against the
said. administrators with will annexed.
Dated April IS, 1911.
LEO GOLDBERGER,
Administrator with will Annexed.
0ne7E 4 90 a. oo,.
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-10-12
I H.A.lAN(A1TER.

dolph's heart. where she held sway,
destined never to be filled.
The third day when she came she
was Just in time to close the suffering
woman's eyes in death, and when she
arose from the bedside and stood by
udolph and tried to utter words of
sympathy he noticed that her eyes were
lilled with tears. Soon she put on her
wraps and after Rudolph. overcome
With grief, had thanked her as best he
could, she left.
On the second day that she had been
there he had asked her her name;
but as she in an evasive way told
him that she didn't happen to have
one OF her cards with her he delicately
waited for her to tell him her name
and who she was. But she did not tell
him: neither did he ask again.
After the funeral and after he had
for some days sought relief from grief
IN work his longing to see her and to
know who she was. to see her again
and to know why she had come to him
and why she had left him so myster-
iously consumed his waiting hours and
ollowed him ever into sleep.
Months went by. One evening as he
was going home by an unaccustomed
route he was startled by seeing her
cross ahead OF him and enter the CATH
edral door. He followed and after
waiting at the entrance for some time
lest he disturb her at her devotion he
went in; but the place was empty:
she had gone out by the other entrance.
Again at about the same time. he saw
her enter the church, but as she was
accompanied by a man he did not stop
but vent right on. After that night he
made his way nome by the cathedral;
and every night he sat in thai same
pew: and he lingering beams Of the
setting sun In summer, shining through
the stained glass window panes, and
the low Pickering candle lights in win
ter revealed him there waiting, waiting,
but in vain.
One day a we'll dressed man came
into the little shop to have a cameo cut.
He brought n photograph. Instantly
Rudolph recognized the face. He made
the likeness in black and white stone.
Il white head In relief against a black
background. Never was a likeness made
so real as that before; and neither had
Rudolph kept a duplicate of any piece
of work before.
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-10-12
A Cemetery for Dogs.

There is a cemetery in London where
all the epitaphs that are written on the
tombstones are true" says a writer in
Technical World Magazine for April. .Of
course 1t .s not a cemetery for human be-
ings. for when those die, no. matter how
base the lives they rave lived. the i'm
scriptions on their tombs usually have q
tone of euphemistic eulogy. This IL :
dogs cemetery. 1t is located in a little.
secluded spot. right in the heart Of the
great city. People. even STRANGERS. when
they read these epitaphs. often shed tears
for they know that they are true. Marble
never marks the resting place Of q dog
that was not worthy OF all that IN written
about him. Here arc some OF the inscrip.
tons one may read:
"'Curly-He pined fer his mistress. and
died a faithful FRIEND
She brought the sunshine into orr
lives, but took 1t away with her.
To. our gentle. lovely little Blenheim-
jane
"'Dear Old Topsy. for over sixteen veer.
the faithful friend Of Cir - and his fam-
ny--Loved. lamentoa and respected.
There are men both good slnd u1ae. who
cay that dumb CREATURES We have cher.
tshed here below shall give IN kindly
greeting when we have passed the 0olden
.our Robtn-Only good night. Gear one.
she talked with soft brown eyes nor
eloquent than speech"
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-10-12
CopyriEht. 1911

where they re at.
They drag along without a tune;
For me they can't get through too soon
To me. his music, l confess
Resembles just a jumbled mess.
The Wagner stuff ann commence
With operas we a on our fence.
Our operas start about midnight
And last right through till broad day
light.
We have our prima donnas and
A tenor who is simply grand;
Caruso never tried to get
The note that he can reach, you bet.
Our mezzo and our baritones
Can sing until they jar your bones.
Their music has the Wagner kind
Backed off the pavement, to my mind.
OF course sometimes they're jealous. too
And fight like prima donnas do.
And when they cross each others path
They open walls of their wrath
And talk about eacn other in
A manner that seems like a sin.
But still their music rings quite true
Compared with some I've listened to
Upon the grand operate stage.
Where screeching seems. to be the rage.
Cat operas may not be grand"
But they're the. kind I understand.
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-10-12
I: s ::
CoYMlH1. H03by ~ "
sszs1 s Sinnl nSs1, RESERVED H.N.lAN(A1TER.
1aIaI bAI1aM RIGHTS RESERVED.

For six years. almost every evening.
sometimes at about 8 O'Clock and some
tlmes u little later, Father Farrell had
seen him in the greay cathedral.
ne mad never spoken to him and did
not Know who he was. The man was
about forty. was good looking. always
PLAINLY. hui neatly dressed. and had IL
ulShlllea and gentlemanly bearing. His
lace ana heal, intellectual OF the
leuton type, suggested the professional
man; bu II closer look at his hands be-
tfaNed the artisan. He always came in
alone. always nov his hat at the
door. Walked in, and after CHANGING
around the darkened W. in Il half eN-
pectant way sat down i'm one of the
rear pews. And it was always in the
same pew that he sat and always i'm
the same position, leaning slightly
backward. his fingers interlaced across
MS breast, and his thumbs together.
Ihus he would sit sometimes for am
hour or more In the Impressive stiffness
OF The great church.
Father Farrell plainly saw that it
was mo- on account of religious devo-
ton that he came. He never knelt or
moved his lips as though i'm prayer; he
never had a prayer book nor a rosary
as did those who came to pray. In fact
the priest had long ago came to the
conclusion that he was of no religion
at all.
WY nc StaIitS, dIlu came SO r0RUI-
arly. and why he sat there so long
N still and nearly always alone In
that great silent place. Father Farrell
could not tell. Many times he a felt
an impulse to speak to him, but there
was always that dignity and reserve in
the mans manner that he would de-
eide not to. at least then. perhaps he
would some other time. And SO. sum
mer and winter, the man came and
went, until he q become quite a
familiar object to the visiting priests.
On the long twilight evenings of sum
mer he would set there facing the altar
with Its ever burning light and now
N then e a. sparrow would fly in
through of the open windows near
the ceiling he would watch 1t i'm a pre-
occupied manner. with q far off look
In his eyes, as 1T fitted here and there
among the statues of the saints among
the gi,ded pillars nea the arching roof.
and sometimes among the candles of
the altar. In winter. even though 1T
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-10-12
is called the beehive, because whoever
buys one gets Stung

Guys one gets SluuS. .
Mable-Of course you may encourage
the advances Of the young man in tho
dress suit you saw at the party, in q
mild way, unless he was one of the
walters. II he is a waiter don't be con-
tented with mild encouragement, but
grab him, as he probably has more
money tina any of the guests.
Inquirer: You say your teeth chat
ter terribly at night in cold weather
and ask us what to do? That's easy.
Instead If leaving them out on the
marble topped bureau at night, wrap
them carefully in an old flannel UNI
dershirt and put them under the coal
stove ore in the fireless cooker.
Old Sport-We cannot decide your
bet. Webster's dictionary and the
Congressional Record are strangely.
silent concerning the Identity of the
party who held the tiddledy -winks
championship in 1856. We can tell you
who caught the largest trout in the.
Pere Marquette river in 1891, though.
if you want to know
ANXIOUS Wife: Your problem is a
eriou one. You ask ME to tell YOU
what your husband is doing with that
% cents he keeps out of his salary
every week. Our expert opinion is that
he is leading "A double life; that he IS
taking JOY rides and buying wine every
evening and that he contemplates elop-
ing to Europe with his ste~nographer.
BE on your guard, madam, and cut off
his allowance.
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-10-12


The man called for the cameo At the
time 1t was promised and was 80
pleased with the result that he handed
the artisan a ten dollar bill in addi-
tion to the fee that he asked. Long
and musingly the man looked at the
likeness as he held 1t in his hand, and
long and thoughtfully did the other
mar look at him.
AS the man tool hold Of the doorknob
10 leave Rudolph, unable to control
longer his curiosity. spoke: Excuse
me. sir. but is-does that lady live
She did live here" said the other.
slowly; "a year g tomorrow she
The man with the cameo left. The
other man and the cameo remained
alone, together.
That is why Rudolph sigel enters the
cathedral door no more.
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-10-12
RuNNING A

There is one gentleman whom we
always admire n love to meet. and
ne 10 the gentleman who tells how
cheaply he runs his furnace. Next to
the gentleman who knows how to keep
a hired girl. he IL the most loveable and
entertaining person we know.
We have never succeeded in
running our furnace cheaply. or in
running 1t at all. Our furnace
has always. run u. We have
raised the limerick and lowered the
bobandfetchit. We have pulled out
the c~arburetor and pushed in the spark
plug. We have twisted the geewhilli-
ker and turned the marlinspike. We
have polished the piston rod. oiled the
monkeywrench. inverted the duden-
eocker, and upset the whiffletree. We
have worked all these things singly
and In combinations. backward and
forward. inside and out. up and down,
alaman left, swing ON the corners ana
balance all, and our furnace has still
got tho Sphinx OF Egypt backed off
lho boards ~ IN all around 1ull lew.
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-10-12

stOrmed without. he was always there.
But there came a time when the man
was no longer seen in his accustomed
place. Father Farrell had noticed that
the evening visitor had not been in the
church for several months, so he made
inquiry, and without much trouble
learned why he no longer came, and
this is the story he heard: About
twenty years ago Rudolph Sigel. cutter
of canoes came with his mother from
Germany, INC here he opened a little
shop and by his skill soon built up a
business that enabled him to establish
Il comfortable little home for his moth
err. And in the little fiat they lived
happily together, soon becoming &C
quainted with the new country, its lam
guage and Its ways, the fon mother
n the devoted son, until. without APP
parent cause, h mother began to pine
away
She soon grew so i'll tina Rudolph
became alarmed and secured a doctor;
and several days a week he did not
go to the little shop at all, but stayed
N nursed the mother with the gen.
tleness of a woman Steadily she grew
worse. and the doctor at length told
the son what to expect. and what to
expect was death.
One evening, as Rudolph was sitting
at h bedside he heard a knock at the
door, n opening it saw standing in
SAA( 49, "a - ibA Z NICSSOu
and beautiful of form and face. and
her hat and veil covering a wealth Of
slightly auburn hair. With some en-
barrassment which he almost succeed
ed in concealing he asked her in;
whereupon. without preface or formal
ity n without giving her name or
telling who h was, she old him in
an. accent that suggested slightly the
German that she had heard OF his
mothers illness. OF its serious nature,
and that she had come to do what she
could to help them both. With the
same absence of formality and with
the seeming of a ministering angel she
laid of her wraps. arranged the things
about h room. saw to every little
detail as only a woman can, and made
Rudolph, despite his protest. 60 to hiA
room and promise to sleep until she
called him.
For three days she came and nursed
the dying woman: and in these three
days she made herself a place In Ru.
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-10-12
MN .THE.SPUR.
IF.TFiE.MowENT
~ By ROY K. MOULToN.

eled. stemwinding mystery. 1t is a
grinning, demoniacal thing, waiting for
whom it may devour.
We have succeeded in turning our
living room into a Turkish bath and
our parlor into a correct imitation of
the north pole at the same moment,
and when We have e~ndeavored to re-
monstrate With our furnace, it has
bucked, kicked. clawed and spit at us
like a peevish cayuse of the alkali
plain. 1t furnishes heat in hot wealth
er and forms artificial ice on the cur
tain poles in cold weather. We have
poked. turned. twisted. lifted, lowered.
showed. pulled. banged. yanked, cuffed,
slapped, petted, stroked, punched.
hammered. glued. scolded, teased and
threatened every possible crank, pis-
ton, damper. draft. button, bolt. handle,
faucet, and slnohcstack on the thing.
and 1t has remained as consistently
balky as the young woman who is
asked to play q piece on the piano at
the ice cream social.
We have heard of more WAYS of saw
ing coal than there are ways for the
nalefactcrs of great wealth to dodge
the constitution of the United States.
We have burned hard coal. soft coal.
slack, coke, slabs. cordwood, peat, fur
niture. old picture frames. corncobs
and love letters. and still when we
want to get warm We. have to go to
church.
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-10-12
WAGNER

Wy ~ Ave- XN40SAASA
Some folks upon r.
Wagner dote,
But / don't like the
u he wrote.
his music
is the rage
Upon the operate
stage.
l have heard old
Tanphauser sung,
Also the Gotter-
damerung.
They may be great
and all of that,
But l can't tell just
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-10-12
TAKE IT EASY.

Eff it am a-Rwine to rain, 1t am sho'ly
gwine to rain.
Eff it am a-gwine to shine. it'll shine.
Eff de ole mule a-gwine to kick, he am
sho'ly gwine to kick.
An. 1t amt one of yo' bizness or OF
mine.
::lf old nanny gwine git mad. she am
sho'ly gwine git mad,
An eff she gwine to fight. she gwine
to fight.
An eff trouble gwine to come, it am
sho'ly gwine to come,
An 1t amt no use to fuss yo'self a
mite.
Eff de prices gwine to rise, they is
sho'ly gwine to rise.
An we might as we'll make up Duh
minds to 1t.
IF de coin am gwine be scare. 1t am
sho'ly gWine be scarce.
An dere amt no use in kickin'-not a
bit.
Eff de things am gwine go wrong. they
is sho'ly gwine go wrong,
An eff they's gwine go right they'll
do that. too
Fo' de worl' am gwine to wag OF jes'
de way she gwine to wag on,
An in spite of all that you an All
kin do.
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-10-12
THE LAND.

I lived for a time in a charming land.
fairest I'd eve seen. F,
Where rivers OF silver meandered,
through the forests Of shady green,
Where money dropped from the Very
trees, a glorious sight to see.
And eau de cologne on the gentlel
breeze was waited. across the lea.
The ok lolled about in delicious ease!
with never a cause to fret:
There wasn't a frown on the whole
blamed bunch, a thing that I'll
ne'er forget.
There wasn't a maj with n bill in
sight, no taxes were gathered there.
There wasn't an automobile to dodge,
no whistles to e the air.
The weather was neither too hot nor
too cold. There wasn't a thing to
But just loaf around all the livelong
day; l fancied that place clear
through.
There wasn't an agent to sell you
books. or try to insure our life.
And one OF the jealousy, dicontent
or pitfalls OF worldly strife.
1 settled right there in that land so
fair, and said it would be my own.
But l was yanked out of my charming
realm with a mighty and sudden
jerk;
Wake up!" cried my wife, as she
SHOOK my frame. III ClTnc you
We're going to work."
LITTLE HOUSEHOLD INTELLECT
TIES.
81 suppose you are going to onopo
lize that hammock all the evening,
Mag. JUS like a woman. Here Ihave
been working all day. Oh, what the
There you go again. Henry, reach
ing into the olive bottle with you fin
gers. It's q good thing we never get
Invited anywhere, or I would be
ashamed of YOU"
Homer, shut h door. Where were
you brought up-in a sawmill?"
Say, Myrtilla. why in tophet can't
you let my things alone? I put that
shirt right on the floor where could
find it and it amt nowhere in sight,
oh, to be sure. You're the dandy
little household companion, all right.
You haven't been home a night for
five weeks and you needn't try to work
that committee meeting gag on me
again tonight"
Say, honest to goodness. Reginald,
if / had it to do owe again l wouldn't
get married on a bet. There amt
nobody that don't get the worst of it,
and that goes, too, sweetheart, four
ways from the deuce"
tons of mine off instanter. Here l been
goin' around with my cuffs tied up
with a string for a week."
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-10-12
NO FEET ON DE STOVE.

The following anecdOte is being told
of a Michigan hardware and stove
dealer h hadn't been in the business
very long. He bought a stove from a
wholesale house. and finding no legs for
1t, wrote the following note:
Dear Sur, 1 receive de stove which
1 buy alrite out for why don't you send
me no feet, what is the use of de stove
to customer sure thing by no having
de feet and as OATS no very pleasure
to me. What is de matter init you. Is
not my trade moneys 80 good like
mother mans you loose to me my trade
and / am very ngr for that n /
now tells you dat you are a darn fool
and no good, / send you back at once
your stove tomOrro for sure bekaws
you arc much darn foolishness people.
Yours respectable. p. s. Since 1
de oven. excuse me-"
-
THE PRETTIEST ONE.
The purtiest woman that I ever see,
I'll tell you the ruth, Jest between you
an me.
She isn't no dazzler, and some fellers
might
choice all right.
She's not SO blamed strong for the
thing they call style.
She don't wear her hair in a half
DuSnel pie.
The beauty shops never make much
off'n her.
She don't have her w made in
Paris. No, sir!
She don't strut around like a peacock
and pose.
her nose.
I have heard of the beauties of Spain
and of france.
But with me they would not stand a
ghost Of a chance.
I have gazed upon paintings Of
worlds alnous ueens
And I've see a good many made up
actorines,
But the woman who used to bounce
me on her knee;
She's the purtiest woman that I ever
Gee.
THE BACK NUMBER.
I don't like swell society;
1t is an awful bore to me.
Because, you see. 1t IL a fact,
! don't know how h folks to greet,
Or where to put my hands and feet.
I cannot find a word to say
When gushing ladies come my way,
I always think my clothes amt right,
And that folks think I am a sight.
/ feel, amid the dash and style,
Like Crusoe on his lonesome isle.
I see some rattle-brained galoot
With nothing but a full dress suit
He's borrowed, there's no need Of it,
Just mix right in and make adhit.
The ladies murmur every time.
my gracious. isn't he sublime!"
When this four flushing little runt
Springs som good old Joe Miller stunt,
And when aplauded, comes right back
With some joke from the almanac.
The people chatter all around,
But I cannot emit q sound,
For small a / have never learned,
Though I nave very often yearned
To do hat very thing with zest
And be a monkey like the rest.
And I can't do a single thing
But sit around just like.a bump
Upon a log n be a chump.
It isn't that I amt got spunk.
But I just cannot spring the bunk
And get away with 1t, you see.
Like folks in swell society.
pYYn,NrNn A
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-10-12
THE INsTALMENT PLAN L1BRAR,

I remember, 1 remember,
The smoothly talking man
Who sold me a library
On the instalment plan.
I remember, I remember.
Twas in the long ago.
He came and sat beside me
And naught could make him go.
! remember. l remember,
] was a young man then.
He told me blithely, Sign there"
And I took up the pen.
! remember, / remember,
'Tts 20 years or more.
The books are torn and tattered.
I've read them DER and DER.
I remember. I remember.
In fact. I can't forget
That little old library
I'm paying for 1t yet.
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-10-12
HELPFUL HOUSEHOLD HINTS

How to make beaten biscuit: Mil
one pint OF flour ana shortening with
one pint Of dynamite. Place whole in
oven. Then beat it.
How to remove berry stain from white
lawn dress: Take the material contain
Ing the stain and stretch 1t carefully
around the edges OF the STAIN, remov-
ing h piece thus cut out. The berry
stain will never appear again In the
same spot.
Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1911-04-27
is IT REALLY SPRING
OR DREAR DECEMBER?
Every Little Weather Has a
Meaning All its Own

East winds worked overtime yester-
day Every owner of rheumatic joints
or a cold can testify to that.
From early morn till dusty eve, a
ripping, raw, penetrating east wind
appropriately termed by some one
the Ishmael 6f the Air-fumed and
cavorted through the trees and around
the street corners.
1t lifted and tw sted your skirts, in
case you wore skirts, in most aggra-
waiting and uncomfortable fashion,
making those of feminine persuasion
long for a hobble arrangement to
keep tab ION their tempestuous glad
rags.
In case you wern't bothered with
skirts, it chucked sand, tin cans, beer
bottles and other junk into the left
hand corner of your right eye, caus-
ing you to barely miss colliding with
a fat lady on the sidewalk.
One patient sufferer, viewing the
Memorial Day exercises at the GENE
terry, wished that he was tucked away
in a deep, narrow home away from
the wind, like the veterans whose
graves the children We're decorating.
The fact that the wind blew WASH
all, for it was a cold wind. The mer-
curry lowered around near the sixty
mark most of the day, which is some
chilly weather for the last week in the
sunny month of April Winter may
have sat in the lap of smiling spring.
but the old chap certainly didn't puff
any hot air at the little dimpled maid
en-! Nay, nay, Geraldine, Sophronia
Mehitable Bughouse!
Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1911-04-27

With the time for cutting down the
various Sally League squads and get
ting them in under the salary limit
near at hand this talk from Ed Ran
sick, manager of the Charleston club
is timely:
In my opinion salaries in the minor
leagues, aprticularly Glass c, are tut
of all proportions to the revenue. AS
an example here is the South Atlantic.
With salary limit of 81, 900 per month
it is impossible to pay expenses from
the money received for admissions.
Salaries, hotel bills, railroad fare and
incidentals total about $3.50 per day for
the visiting club You may figure on
the home clubs expenses being about
the same. While they don't pay out
railroad fare, the salaries of attaches
around the park and miscellaneous ex-
penditures will bring the home club S
/ expenses to almost $3.50 daily. Getting
down to cold figures and based on an
attendance average of $50 patrons per
game, club stands to lose something
/ like $15 to $25 per day. The clubs that
are up in the race and fighting it out
for the pennant stand to get some
thing like an even break, but the other
five or six teams are playing at a daily
loss.