The weekly chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Craig County, Okla.) 1905-1913, 1912-03-15
IhE REMAlLER.

The bewailer is the man who views
with alarm. He bewails the state of
business, the idiocy of his competitors.
the price of wheat, the outlook for the
growing crop, the extremes of fashion,
the unrest in the Balkans, the difficulty
of making hens lay. the increase in the
worlds armament and growing mum
Der of homicides in New York's East
Side.
mo doubt you find conditions dis
couraging," says the bewailer "Oh.
no, pretty fair you reply We'll.
sir he continues, Il can't see much
to 1t. These fellows south OF us are
putting wheat out of sight, and you
can't sell drop OF -four anywhere in
the world based on these prices The
wheat's mostly moved out, anyway and
| believe Wen all have to shut down
in less than sixty days. Seems like
people don't eat the bread they used
to, and | suppose that's due to the lack
Of demand for labor growing out of
the general duilness in all lines of in
dustry arising from overproduction as
related to the increase in population.
which is less than normal because of
the low birth rate resulting from the
fawer marriages, condition no doubt
due to the fast living of our young men,
who are yielding more and more to
the power of demon rum, cans see
spear of hope. Did you read the last
government bulletin on the spread of
the plague in India? 1t is very, very
dreadful, most deplorable situation. .
Thus the bewailer. We have tried,
on occasion, to cheer one up. We told
hi mthat it looked like we would have
IA big wheat crop and so much pros
perity we wouldn't know what to do
with it. "Yes, perhaps so, he said,
but this modernlEatien Of China, as
evidenced by the cutting of OF queues.
BODIES no good for the white race
The sad old bewailer never sees any
thing that BODIES good. If he sees a
lively joke in the paper, he pictures the
poverty of the garret in which il prob
ably was written aud breathes prayer
that the writer of it is not smoker
of cigarettes IL he meets man who
says he is prospering. he assures him
that there Is not the slightest chance
OF his continuing so. These things
move in cycles" he says, and tomor
row you will be getting yours, Be
ware OF dark man.
Once there was a season when milk
ing business in certain district was SO
good the millers themselves could
scarcely believe It Profits were $2.20
a barrel and every mill was behind on
orders. There was jubilee party and |
4 dinner and big celebration. Old !
Bewailer was there, looking sad, yel-
low and torpid as ever After a time,
the toastmaster said. we have with /
us tonight Mr. Bewailer, who viii now
address you"
Mr.. Toastmaster and fellow mil |
lers," said Old Bewaier. 4 deplore |
this celebration. view with alarm
this rejoicing and this self-congratula-
ton. Let us look into the future What !
DO we see? We see fields being seed !
cd to wheat Trink, oh friends ratu-
ously and falsely happy friends, of the
peril that fronts the wheat Trink Of
the drouth, the winterkilling, the ice
covered fields, the Goods, insects foggy |
dew. rust. lodging, weeds, failure TO |
stool properly. hot winds, night swears,
pains in the back, seiatic, spawn, di2-
ziness and perhaps even the dread |
Black Death. Pause but moment %
consider and then pass out of this hall |
Of revelry in thoughtful and chas-
tened mood. think you, gentlemen.
"Cheerfulness. says the proverb,
SIS the sign of wisdom. Bathmitts tH
North Western Miller