Denver labor bulletin., 1918-01-05

weeks ago the Round Table was dis
banded, and the spirit of good fellow.
ship went out to hunt another habitat
The o. P. has been wandering around
and about in the downtown eating
house district in an endeavor to find a
new home with the right sort of chef
and waiter that clears off the dirty
dishes before asking "What'll YOU
have z" Denver has a lot of eating
places, but very few that can be
termed congenial, or where a guests
comfort is made a part of the daily
bill of fare. We have one consolation,
however, and that is our weekly wage
doesn't diminish so fast; for in fact
when the menu and the service are un-
satisfactory, the order is reduced and
there is less disposition to leave a
piece of change on taking our depart
ure. Being forced to economize in
this manner has another solace, in
that we can contribute more money to
help Uncle Sam build ships and main
tain several million soldiers on the
war front.
NO DOUBT OUR PREDICAMENT
as to eats was made the subject of a
ministering angel for the o. P. re-
ceived gracious invitation to partake
of real dinner on New Years day at
the home of Mr.. and Mrs. Earl R.
Hoage on West Thirty-fourth avenue.
The invitation came in time for us to
go into training for day. We were
thereby in condition to put away a
sufficient amount of good wholesome
food to last another day. This is an
economic measure put into practice by
various and sundry labor editors when
they get the chance. Mrs. Hoage con-
structed a dinner that was equal to
any we ever ate in Georgia, and that
is the acme of praise. and as a special
compliment to our Southern nativity
the turkey and oyster dressing was
supplemented with yellow vans, the
genuine article. OF course Earl filled
in with the conversation while we did
full justice to the edibles-a justice
which might be considered extrava-
giant in these Hooverized days of short
rations. All of which goes to prove
privilege to be labor editor and live
in Colorado.
A STORY IS GOING THE
rounds of the press of the coun-
try, having no doubt originated in
George CreePs Official Bulletin, which
he prints daily in Washington at ex-
pense of the United States govern
ment, how a negro bootblack in a Chi
cago barber shop got into the habit of
buying Liberty Loan bonds. A cam
paigner entered the shop and urged
"Boots" to acquire $50 worth of Lib
erty. Boots" only had five cents, as
the rent man had just called, and said
he never could pay $50. "I'll loan you
30 cents so you can meet the first
payment" said the shop boss. Then
the tale runs along to say how Boots
caught the thrift germ, paid for his
first bond and bought another, and
yet another. The moral, of course, is
apparent without a lense. But that
brings US to relate that one never can
tell who's got money these days that
can be dug up to help Uncle Sam
win the war. Here in Denver, during
the second Liberty loan, in large fac
tory the superintendent was taking
subscriptions, the management having
arranged that they could be paid for
in weekly installments. A boy helper
came up and said he wanted a 500
bond. The superintendent telling the
youngster he wasn't receiving a suf-
ficient wage to justify him taking any
kind of a bond, but if he must have
one it would be for $50. The boy in
sisted he would have a 500 bond, and
walked away, and his shopmates
thought that ended the matter Next
morning when the boy came to the
factory he walked up to the boss, laid
roll of bills on his desk and said {:
"Here's a hundred dollars; now give
me my bond" And he got it. Hence
you can't always tell what fellow
has hidden away in an old sock.
EACH MORNING THE ROCKY
Mountain News prints column on
its editorial page under the caption of
"Twenty Years Ago in Denver" One
morning this week there appeared a