Cayton's Weekly

State Library Cayton's Weekly --- PRICE FIVE CENTS CAYTON'S WEEKLY Published every Saturday at Seattle, Washington. U. S. A. In the interest of equal rights and equal justice to all men and for "all men up." A publication of general information, but in the main voicing the sentiments of the Colored Citizens. Subscription $2 per year in advance. Special rates made to clubs and societies. HORACE ROSCOE CAYTON..Editor and Publisher Entred as second class matter, August 18, 1916, at the post office at Seattle, Wash., under the Act of March 3rd, 1916. TELEPHONE: BEACON 1910 Office 303 22d Ave. South HE SLEEPS IN DEATH Theodore Roosevelt, the strenuous, is no more. As he slumbered in the night he quietly entered that "peace that passeth all understanding," and the mighty man of today was but a lump of clay of the morrow. Whether large or small, rich or poor, great or insignificant, all find that "in the midst of life is death." Truly a world character yielded up the ghost, when Roosevelt closed his eyes in death. A more universally popular man never lived than he and it was like unto blowing out the light, which illuminated the pathway of the passing throng over a dangerous precipice, when his counsel and advice were taken from the deliberations of the world's peace conference now in session. No he was not one of the accredited conferees of the United States, but the world and his family sat up and took notice when Roosevelt passed his opinion on a point at issue of vital interest to the diliberating nations. The civilized world today mourns the passing of Theodore Roosevelt as it would the passing of no other man now living. "All men up," a religion of Roosevelt, made of him the administering angel of all manner of men. Whether Jew or Gentile, white or black, red or yellow, none were too high nor none too low in the sacle of human life for Roosevelt to not extend a helping hand. From a financial standpoint Theodore Roosevelt was born great, but contrary to the rule he became truly great in spite of his wealth. It has been said of a former president of the United States, that, "he was first in war, first in peace and first in the hearts of his countrymen," but even that president was no more so than was Roosevelt and so personally popular was he that, had he lived no power could have defeated him for the next Republican presidential nomination and his subsequent election would have been as certain as was his nomination. To attempt in this connection to review the life of Roosevelt would be a waste or words as his career was so much of an open book, that every man, woman and child under the broad blue canopy of heaven can relate without hesitancy the hundred and one things that made of him the world's foremost character. Civilization stood aghast when the immortal Lincoln fell in death, when his counsel and advice were so much needed in the settlement of the affairs of the four year struggle of the Great Civil War, and again history is repeating itself, and the world looks into the future with tear bedimed eyes when it thinks of the settlement of the present great questions of the world with Roosevelt, silent in death. May perhaps the political party now dominating the affairs of this Republic is to partisan bias to make his birthday a national holiday, but we do not believe it, if however it is a less partisan congress and president will hasten to do so. However great or eminent one may be, yet he or she is not indispensable and after death some one will rise to the exegency of the occasion and in a way continue the work of the deceased, but as we lift the curtain of life and peer into the mystic future we fail to see any one able to fill the place of him, whose untimely death you and I all of us mourn today. The pagents that fallow the biers of kings are imposing and in a way demonstrates their semi-divinity, so far as their former subjects are concerned, but the bowed heads of civilization as the remains of Theodore Roosevelt were lowered in the tomb demonstrates that he loved his fellow man and his fellow woman, fully reciprocated his love. And as we pass his tomb we are moved to quote, "rest thee, there is no prouder grave even in thine own proud cline. EX-MAYOR GILL DEAD Hyram Charles Gill is dead and the spirit of the man, who kept the city of Seattle in a seething surging political turmoil for twenty years, has yielded up the ghost and has returned to the God, who gave it. Thrice elected mayor of Seattle and as many times repented that he had been. Whether Mr. Gill was a bad man at heart or a morally weak man, who permitted others to think for him, and thereby lead him into ways and byways that afterwards reflected on his moral turpitude, public opinion is badly divided. Though he had sufficient opportunities to have amassed a fortune, yet, if the public records tell the truth, he died practically peniless and sure he must have been as his home was recently sold under the hammer, while he yet occupied it, and at the time of his death he lived in a rented home. He had many strong and consistent friends, while his enemies were persistent and steadfast and managed to always get him. The three most trying times of his public life were his recall from the mayorality, his trial in the U. S. courts of Seattle for conspiracy and his disbarment proceedings. He was recalled, but subsequently came back and was much of his former self. He was not convicted on the conspiracy charge nor was he disbarred, but the two trials seem to have sapped both his mental and physical activities and he was never again his former determined self. In his immediate family he leaves a wife and two sons to mourn his death. Lets hope that to them he so acted that with pride and pleasure she will always point to the acts of my husband and the boys will basque in the sunlight of his memory until their dying days. However, whatever he was lets all join in with, peace to his ashes. No more the princelings move by stealth To compass mischief vast. They've got to travel for their health, And travel mighty fast. And travel mighty fast. —Washington Star. "Poor Maud! She got cruelly deceived when she married that old man." "Didn't he have any money?" "Oh, yes, plenty of money, but he is ten years younger than he said he was."—Boston Transcript. VOL. 3, No. 31 It begins to look as if the Republicans are going to get the first call on General Pershing for the next presidential nomination. Under the caption of "Knocking at the Wrong Door,' an article in the Chicago Defender hits the nail square on the head. In another column hereof the article is reproduced. Pilehuck Julia has sent us no snow this winter, but she certainly has kicked over the cold keg. Next Monday the legislature of Washington, convenes for a sixty day session. Also every county official in the state will take the oath of office. Politically speaking next Monday will be a great day for the "byes". There seems to be more or less lethargy over the coming municipal spring election in Seattle. In all probability organized labor will line up three men against Thomsan, Moore and Fitzgerald, if it comes to that no one will file against the above named councilmen and they will be absolutely certain of election. China is to be invaded by the brewers of the United States, who plan to give the Chinese a dirtier dose than the opium dose that they are now suffering from If Seattle is to have an assistant mayor at a salary of $5,000 per annum we wish to remind Mayor Hanson that the editor of Cayton's Wekly is the ideal man for the place, at least for the salary drawing part of the duties thereof and Mr. Mayor you will make the political blunder of your life that will haunt you till your dying day if you do not name him. We make this statement because we have a feint suspicion that the editors of the P-I, the Times and the Star are too envious of our greatness to do so for us. The birthday anniversaries of some of Uncle Sam's greatest sons fall in the month of February and among them is the Editor of Cayton's Weekly. The difference between Washington's and Lincoln's greatness and that of the editor hereof is, they accomplished everything while we accomplish nothing—two extremes. If the rain decrease continues as George N. Salisburry, weather bureau man declares it has done for the past ten years, it will soon be as difficult to get a drink of water in Seattle as it is a drink of whiskey. Everybody to raise a chicken or so is strongly advocated in another column hereof. Its not our fault that we did not raise a chicken or so last year—we searched diligently, but failed to find a roost. The Kaiser is a pet of fate. His people he has tricked. He merely has to abdicate While braver men get licked. —Washington Star. --- EMBARRASSING MOMENTS In the year of our Lord 1893 I was employed by Richard Winsor of Seattle as city editor of the Evening Call, a small daily that advocated Populism as the panacea for the political aches and ills of the citizens of this country. Judge Winsor is a blue bellied yankee from Michigan and was for a number of years connected with the "under ground rail road" that aided escaped slaves to Canada, so his ideals as to the rights of colored folks were very pronounced in their favor. On Monday morning I showed up at the Call's offices and a few minutes later Judge Winsor walked in and told his former city editor to turn over his keys to me, whom he had employed to take his place on the paper. Mr. Carpenter, the former city editor, showed no signs of disapointment, and after congratulating me shook hands and walked out. In the composing and press rooms there were twelve workmen. The change of city editors soon drifted back to them and the new city editor was pointed out. I went to work at once as things had to be rushed along to get the paper out on time. An hour later as I sat at my desk writing away and Judge Winsor sat writing at another desk in the same room, in walked the entire mechanical force and addressing Judge Winsor, said, "we have come to inform you that we will not take copy from a colored man." At that moment to me my job did not seem to be worth a pinch of salt, and jobs were jobs in Seattle at that time. My embarrassment was so great that it was truly painful. Judge Winsor's reply was "every man of you go back to the work rooms, get your belongings, go to the office and get your money and then leave my place of business at once. You run my work room, but you will not run my editorial room." His remarks were intersprised with forcible ejaculations that would not be proper for a Sunday school. A long story short the men did not walk out and I worked harmoniously with them for almost a year and they accepted me as one of the boys and I still claim them as warm personal friends, some of whom still live in Seattle and are taking copy. Why report on a Populist paper? interrogated Will II. Parry, then city editor of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer. "Because I could not get work on a Republican paper, was my reply "Thats so, I do remember of you applying to me for a place on the paper and I turned you down." I had done no such thing and his words were irony, and as I listened to him I must confess that, I was very much embarrassed. But after talking things over he promised to give me the first opening he had. A short time thereafter the Call went to the wall, but a new evening Republican daily was organized, in which Mr. Parry was interested and he named me as one of the news gathersrs. I reported for duty Monday morning, but the managing editor informed me he had nothing for me to do. When Parry was told about it he read the riot act to some one and I was told to report for duty Tuesday morning, which I did. There were nine other reporters besides myself and I listened to each of them receive assignments from the city editor and yet not a word was said to me. The other fellows looked at me and I looked at all of them, but did not meet a sympathetic eye. Can you imagine a more embarrassing moment? After all the reporters had gone out the city editor told me to take the exchanges and write something from them. I did as commanded and wrote as I had never before. I wrote a political story that made my chiefs hair stand up like the quills of a porcupine and he published it verbatum. I was told to do the same thing the next day and before the week was out I was assigned the hotels to get interviews from "big politicians" visiting the city. "A little education is a dangerous thing," wrote a cynic and if he was correst I want to congratulate myself, for though I had but a little education on the occasion, of which I am about to write, it did not make a fool of me, though it did greatly embarrass me. I was broke and "way out West," where I did not know a person, not only in the town, where I was, but not a person in the state, so far as I knew. Back East I had taught school, worked on a country newspaper as editotr and bookkeeper and for a time was a courthouse parasite. Though broke I abhorred hotel work or any kind of employment that made of me a "coon," to be whistled for by the passing throng. I therefore sought, what I thought to be more independent employment. I met a colored man hurrying to his work and I asked him did he know where I could get a job. My boss wants a man he laconicly replied. He told me where I would find his boss and as soon as I ate my breakfast I looked up "my boss." Do you want a man, I asked of the boss of a brick building that was being erected. I do he replied, but why do you ask! I am a man, I stammered out in my embarrassment and want work. After some persuasion he told me to grab a brick hod and fall in with the hod carriers. Among the ten colored men employed there one of them had seen me at a rooming house and had gotten the idea that I had "a little education, and he no sooner saw me trying to learn the art of carrying a hod of brick to the third floor, when he shouted to the gang, College graduate carrying the hod, set him on fire. Believe me that was an embarrassing moment such as you read about. My first impulse was to sneak away and this the boss advised me to do, but I braced up and with clinched teeth and dogged determination fell in and never lost a trip. The same fellow laughed that night until he almost split his sides, when he saw the landlady soaking my shirt from my shoulder. --- Grand Ball with entrancing music FRIDAY, JAUNARY 17, 1919. at the ALHAMBRA HALL Corner Twelfth and Jackson You and each of you are invited. A beautiful cut glass water set will be be given to the couple winning the WALTZING CONTEST. A detachable coupon drawing for an electric table lamp will also be a feature of the occasion. The one holding the lucky number will take the lamp home. --- and I was again embarrassed to such an extent that I could not resent it. Once I was in Denver, Colorado, and theoretically I was broke, however, I had $6.50. I might have done well in Denver, but I wanted to go to Seattle. How to get there on so small a sum of money was more than I could figure out, but I would not be satisfied in Denver and therefore continued to figure how I could make that $6.50 pay my railroad fare to Portland and feed me on the trip. I studied the faces of the porters as they got their cars ready to start West with the view of making a proposition to one of them. The face I thought I had been looking for finally showed up and I lost no time in seeking his aid to put me into Portland. "Yes I will put you in Portland for $5.00, which I will split with my conductor. In ten minutes more I was on my way West and had left $1.50. As the train neared Cheyenne the porter in an undertone said, there is a spotter on the train and you will have to get of at Cheyenne. Already it had begun to snow and when I thought of not having but $1.50 an embarrassment suddenly came over me that was akin to fear. I got a two bit bed that night and ate as little as I could. I saw no way of getting out of that snow gripped city and I was all but desperate. The superintendent of that division of the U. P. which extends to Salt Lake City was in Cheyenne on inspection. It was very very embarrassing but I finally mustered up courage to go before his princely majesty and said, "Mr. Resigue, I am broke and I want to go to Salt Lake City, and I am here to ask your assistance in doing so." Without looking up from his work he curtly replied, "and a thousand other tramps would like a similar favor." Though embarrassed beyond description, yet my American manhood bubled all over and I retorted, "but, sir, I am no tramp, though financially unfortunate at this time, and to prove to you I am not, here are a number of letters of recommendations from county officials and business men of Hill City, Kan." He gave me the once over for a second and then reached for my letters and read every one of them, twenty in number. When he had finished without saying a word he rang for the porter and told him to take me to Salt Lake City, which embarrassed me more than ever. On arriving at Salt Lake City I went in to thank him for his kindness and before I could speak great lumps came up in my throat and I stood speechless. He reached out his hand and shook mine good bye and neither of us spoke. Kindness and the appreciation of kindness oft times produce the greatest amount of embarrassment. When The Seattle Republican, a weekly published by myself some years ago, was in a flourishing state and making considerable money. I had a lady stenographer (white) in my employ. She was very affiable, but every inch a lady, which made of her a very useful personage in the office. There was going to be a Rose Carnival in Tacoma and Miss Dingle made arrangements to spend Friday evening and all day Saturday at the carnival. Neither Mrs. Cayton nor myself was going over so I said to the stenographer, since you are going to do the carnival you had as well THE EMPORIUM Soft Drinks. A Choice Line of Cigars and Tobacco. Candy Meals from 6 a.m. to 2 p.m. Chillie Con Carnie C. GREER, Proprietor 24th and E. Madison East 207 SSB gy +! SSS re td. 2 x + er ee Be) Lae i MM " * ? : 4 "i i : fi ees So iw BP aa REMOVAL NOTICE DR. DAVID T. CARDWELL wishes to announce the removal of his offices from the Pacific Block to SUITE 504 AND 505 MUTUAL LIFE BUILDING Corner First and Yesler Way Phone: Main 3433. Pens. Ra gk ont ae Serna aa i Lt SS ae EP I a oe rot ener, | aes ae represent the paper and thereby enjoy the courtesies that are to be extended to the press. You are a bit off color to pass for Mrs. Cayton, but you ean get by at it, to which she readily agreed. Clothed with the proper credentials a new Mrs. II. R. Cayton, left for Tacoma at 2:15. She pre- sented her credentials and while the press committee did not refuse her, yet she heard one of them say as she was leaving the room. ‘‘T’ll bet a ten spot she is not Mrs. Cayton,’’ but she had ‘‘a hog killin time.”’ Some weeks thereafter another press oc- casion was pulled off in Tacoma and with the real Mrs. Cayton I was on hand happy as a lark. The same press committee had charge of the visiting editors and after I introduced Mrs. Cayton the chairman of the committee said. ‘‘I am pleased to meet you Mrs. Cayton, but how you have changed since the Rose Carnival. He ex- plained at length while the gang shouted with laughter and Mrs. Cayton became deeply interested in the story. I joined in the laughter, but my embarrassment was so apparent that I was let down easy by the bunch. It was an easy matter to ex- plain to Mrs. C., as she had seen the trick turned before, but it was a long time be- fore the boys let wp on me about the two Mrs. Cayton’s. - 5 TOWN TOPICS SPO Vs Fe As WEE OLS Se Lee See Ae Tuesday and he will be away until he re- turns. The comfort stations of Seattle are to be readjusted and two instead of one man will be employed at each station and each man will receive $75 per month for his work and the privilege of selling such as are called for at such places and the oper- ation of the boot black stand The men are to alternate every other month. The Sojourney Truth Club met at the residence of Mrs. Bonner, last Tuesday, and an enthusiastic meeting was reported. Onee more Burr Williams is in the club business in Seattle and says it looks good to me. “Private Blank,’? said the Colonel se- verely, reprimanding a doughboy for a minor breach of military regulations, ‘“‘what would you do if I should tell you that you were to be shot at sunrise?’ “Gosh, Colonel,’’ replied the Yank, wateh- ing the shadow of a grin steal over his officer’s face, ‘‘I’d sure pray for a cloudy day.’’—Indianapolis Star. “The army must be a terrible place,’’ said Aunt Samanthy, looking up from the even- ing paper. : “What makes you think so, Samanthy?’’ asked her dutiful spouse. “Why, jest thing what it must be where beds is bunk and meals is a mess.’’—Wash- ington Star. “And what did you say the patient did,’’ asked the deotor, ‘‘when you ripped off the dressing ?”’ “Swore, doctor!’’ exclaimed the nurse. “TTIe swore frightfully!”’ “Splendid, nurse! I reckon you can let him sit up to-morrow!’’—Richmond Times- Dispateh. KNOCKIN AT THE WRONG DOOR There are, it is said, counting delegates and their entourage, between 3,000 and 5,000 persons, all having an interest, and some a mighty stake, in the outcome of the deliberations of the conference at Ver- sailles. Cartographers, historians, author- ities upon international law, experts upon every phase of the issues involved, will labor in the offices of the respective dele- gations, doing research work and present- ing the results to their chiefs for use at the actual sessions. Schemers of every color and grade will use all the wiles of the lobbyist to influence the thinking and determine the action of the comparatively small number of men whose votes will settle the contents of the document that will decide the destiny of the world. Twelve million people are wondering if on the bill of fare there will be something to their liking. They are expecting in- dividual service, they are expecting a dish that in all probability the chefs have not prepared. The guests at the peace table represent, or should represent, the highest types of statesmanship in the respective countries. They speak authoritively for their own people. They bring no dirty linen of their own to wash, for it is pre- sumed peace and harmony prevail among the people who live under the flag they represent. Or, in other words, they have seen to it that their own doorstep was swept before ordering others to sweep theirs. The internal affairs of the victorious countries must of necessity be subordinate to the larger international questions and it is doubtful if any issue affecting any particular class of people in any of the al- Phone 2647 1034 Jackson Tailors and Cleaners. Clothes called for and delivered. Hats retrimmed and blocked. I. S. Frazier C. W. Curtest TUTT HAS IT Some years ago Mrs. Cayton read an essay before the Baptist Literary So- ciety on SPLAVA DADDY VULLS which caused considerable comment and many persons in the city endeav- ored to get one, but failed. TUTT HAS THEM Though the black baby dolls arrived too late for the Christmas trade, yet one will ake your little girl a charm- ing present, and there are some beauti- ful ones among them. Kelly Miller’s new book is attracting wide spread attention. It is known as Negro Soldiers In Our Wars. Tutts High Brown toilet articles are rich and rare and he has a thousand dollar stock to select from. Four first class tonsorial artists are always on duty in Tutt’s Barber Shop. We Solicit Your Inspection TUTT’S BARBER SHOP 300 Main St. lied countries will be considered at the peace table. Italy will speak for the Ital- ians, the representatives of Serbia will speak for Serbians, the delegates of Greece will speak for Greece, England’s delegates will speak for England and all her colonies, the delegates of Franee will speak for France and America’s representatives will voice the demands of Americans regard- less of race or color. How any sane person could imagine for a moment that any particular group of citizens could claim a special, hearing at Versailles is in inconceivable. Many mis- guided people among our own kind are laboring under the impression that we should have special representatives to pre- sent our grievances to the assembled rep- resentatives of the allied nations, Nothing could be more absurb. We have no more right to a special hearing at this confer- ence than the Trish, the Poles, the Lithu- anians, the Armenians or any of — the groups that make up the great cosmopol- itan poulation of these United States. Our grievances are purely American. The allied conference is not concerned with the East Indian question or the Moroccan situation, or Belgium’s relations with her Congo subjects, purely local questions must be dealt with locally. They call for local treatment only. Unfortunately for us, we have among us many agitators and junke- teers, who for reasons largely selfish are endeavoring to inject into the deliberations of this world conference the claims of this or that particular group. Many of these people are well meaning, though misguided, yet to the mind of the most ordinary lay- man it is apparent that the efforts of such individuals are little short of assinity. The only questions that can arise at the peace table will be questions of indemnity, boundary disputes and those touching mat- ters of international’ affairs. Versailles will be no place for small-minded dema- gogues with a personal ax to grind. The American Negro has a grievance, but he will find no cure for it beyond the boun- daries of these United States. Whatever ills we suffer must find ‘their panacea with- in our own borders. No doubt there are many among us who would like to have a trip to Paris at the expense of misguided dupes, knowing full well that as near as they will get the conference table will be the outer lobby of the building in which the delegates are assembled. Our trobules in this country are strictly American and no fiat of the peace con- ference can change the American attitude toward us. The cure for our maladies must be‘ found in the educating, humaniz- ing. Christianizing of the American con- science, It is not at the peace conference, 3,000 miles away, that we need missionary work. We must confine our efforts to our own domain. Let us call upon every in- fluence that we can muster to improve the educational system of the South to impress upon those in charge of the machinery of the law the necessity of justice and fair play in dealing with our people. It is apparent to all far-seeing men among us that we need a peace table at home, where our grievances can receiv? an airing. The Versailles conference will not concern itself with America’s local affairs. The disease of which we complain being local must receive local treatment. In at- tempting to carry our troubles beyond onr own national limits we are knocking at the wrong door.—Chicago Defender. When Mrs. Lanetrv was at the summit of When Mrs. Langtry was at the summit of her beauty and fame, she met at a dinner an African King who was visiting London. She did her best to please the dusky mon- arch and evidently succeeded, for he said ‘to her as they parted: ‘“‘Ah, madam, if heaven had only made you black and fat, you would be irresistible.’’—Boston Tran- script. Miss Antique—I can truthfully say I am single from choice. Miss Caustique—Whose — choice ?—Phila- delphia Record.