Cayton's Weekly

SEATTLE, WASHINGTON, SATURDAY, APRIL 5, 1919 --- 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 22nd Ave. South DR. BUNDY CONVICTED The conviction of Dr. Bundy for murder in connection with the East St. Louis riots of a couple of years ago is perhaps the closing chapter in that bloody human holacust, in which untold numbers of colored men, women and children lost their lives, and the most of the families living there their homes. Dr. Bundy did not lose his life amid the riotous scenes of that day of darkness, but it was because he used his fireworks more accurately than did the members of the terrorizing mob, and for that he was subsequently arrested, tried, convicted and sentenced to life imprisonment, all of which is another strong proof of the late world war having made the United States along with the various European countries safe and sound for democracy. In our mind the conviction of Dr. Bundy is a complete travesty on justice, like unto multiplied hundreds of other convictions of colored persons who were either guilty of merely living or for defending themselves. In all probability the man is guilty of the offense for which he now stands convicted, but, under like circumstances, what man with a drop of hot red blood in his veins would not have done as did he—shoot and shoot to kill, at the all engulfing mob, such as swept the streets and alleys of East St. Louis on that death dealing occasion. If Dr. Bundy is guilty of murder then a man, who would shoot a mob in the act of lynching him, would likewise be guilty of murder. In other words, when a white mob informs a colored citizen that it has been decreed that he or she is to be lynched, it is the colored citizen's patriotic duty to make ready for the ordeal and give the executioners no inconvenience in the performance of their duty. Under such circumstances the age of world democracy is for white folk only and no colored folk, not even Japanese, need apply. Neither Dr. Bundy nor any colored person was responsible for that revolutionary outbreak, further than to give an honest day's toil to earn the necessities of life, that were unwillingly dolled out to them by the trust hogs. But because black men were given employment the same as the European slums the blue imps of hell (organized labor) were turned loose upon them and those imps being aided and abetted by the armed minions of the law murdered innocent and unarmed colored persons by the hundreds, even to the babes in their mothers' arms, and burned their homes and their business houses, and because Dr. Bundy stood single handed and aolne and defended those black mothers with their babies and likewise their homes, and in his endeavor to do those things he kills one, two and even a dozen of those infuriated brutes, he now occupies a cell in murderers' row. "As long as in freedom's cause the wise contend; Dear to your country shall your fame extend; While to the world this lettered stone shall tell, Where Caldwell, Attucks and Marverick fell." Despite the fact Attucks of the above immortal triumvirate of martyrs was a colored man, his name and deeds were immortalized with the others because they defended not only themselves, but the mothers and children of the colonies of America. It was, however, a different story, when Dr. Bundy defended the black mothers and their babies at East St. Louis, and instead of his name being immortalized it is the synonym of shame and disgrace—his crime was refusing to crawl upon the self-sacrificing altar that the mob might exterminate him de resistance. "Yet come it will the day decreed by fate; How my heart trembles while my tongue relates When thou, Imperial Troy, will bend, Thy warriors fall, thy glories end." This man, unlike the four thousand of his black brothers of the South, who have suffered death at the hands of mobocracy, has been legally lynched; that is to say, though he went through with an alleged fair and impartial trial and convicted by a jury of his peers, yet it is plain to be seen that he was found guilty even before court had convened. Be it understood that we do not condone crime and will advocate the conviction of a colored person as quickly as we will any other class, if actually guilty, but its un-American, its cowardly, its un-Christian for a mass of men to do what any of the mob is afraid to do when alone. Let the God of Peace reign and may the banner of the brotherhood of man guarantee the human family, irrespective of color, creed or condition, that justice which makes the whole world akin. A POLICEMAN'S ASSERTION In talking with a Seattle policeman not long since as to the unfairness of policemen in dealing with colored people, he said: "The average colored person is not only a consumate liar, but a damn thief." Rather brutal words to come from a policeman regarding half of the colored citizens of this community, as an average is struck by adding the good and bad together and dividing the amount. The records of Seattle will not bear out the statement; yea not only will not bear it out, but will show that not one colored citizen in fifty is arrested from January to January, despite the fact there is an unusually large tenderloin element in Seattle. The above being a fact no white man would have made such a statement unless, it seems to us, he had consorted for months and perhaps years with the thugs and thieves of the colored citizens and applying the vulgar epithet of "all coons look alike to me" to the whole. There are thousands of colored citizens in Seattle whose veracity and honesty are unquestioned by the best white citizens of the city and they so far outnumber the criminal element that as said, not to exceed one colored person in fifty is arrested within the course of a year. On the other hand policemen for truth and honesty are by no means angels as the official records of Seattle will show. Scores of them from time to time have been sent to the penitentiary for theft and graft; hundreds have been dismissed from the service for the same offence, multiplied hundreds have been reprimanded and it is current talk that no policeman has ever worked below Yesler Way without having received large sums of hush money. But it does not make matters better to say, "You are another," though it be true, and it is the duty of peace officers to be as fair to colored persons, whom they are called upon to arrest, as they are to white persons and it is the duty of law-abiding colored citizens to respect the majesty of the law and speak as frankly in the condemnation of crime committed by colored persons as they would if white persons were accused of like crimes. The white and black folks of this community are to live here together and it is much better for all concerned to live in peace than go around with a chip on their shoulder. Cayton's Weekly has no complaint to make of the general treatment accorded to the colored citizens of Seattle by the white citizens, yea, not only has no complaint to register, but here goes on record as saying, the relations between the whites and the blacks are so amicable that we want to live here forever and one day after, a few police brutes to the contrary notwithstanding. BOOTLEGGING A FELONY Had the late legislature taken the published advice of Cayton's Weekly and made bootlegging a felony, there would have been a most wonderful falling off in that particular form of law breaking. The next legislature should lose no time in putting such a law on our statute books and it should go a step further and follow in the wake of the legislature of the state of Kansas and make it a felony for any peace officer, whether of state, county or municipality, to not fully enforce the law when he knows or has reasons to believe that it is being broken. If laws are broken with impunity and the officers of the law for any reason fail to enforce the law chaos will be the ultimate outcome. No community can long remain a community if the laws made are not enforced. In the city of Seattle it is street rumor that the policemen are in full sympathy with bootlegging and will in a way cooperate with the law breakers if given a piece of money. Whether or not there be any truth in this allegation, the writer knoweth not, as he has never had any bootlegging experience, but the story is common street talk and where there is so much smoke there must be some fire. A corrupt official, who sees and don't see, if there is anything in not seeing, is a more dangerous citizen than the most degenerate cutthroat that prowls the alleys in the wee small hours of the morning. Put teeth in the prohibition law and then it will prohibit. Convicting a colored man for selling him cold tea instead of whiskey was a feat of a member of the Seattle dry squad. Evidently all of the perjurers have not as yet been landed in the penitentiary. ```markdown ``` "I DID BUT I DIDN'T" Now that Ruth Garrison has plead temporary insanity as an extenuating circumstance for having murdered Mrs. Storrs, a mighty legal battle is to follow, and if, perchance, her attorneys are successful in convincing a jury that she was insane at the time she committeed the ruthless act she will only be confined in the insane ward of the penitentiary for a short time, when sickly sentiment will succeed in restoring her to the bosom of society. Had not Ruth Garrison, after committing murder, been influenced by her attorneys who were looking for a princely fee, she would have plead guilty to murder and that diabolical reprobate would have gone to prison and the newspaper notoriety would have been cut out, which might have saved the lives of other girls inclined to have their own ways. After much consideration we have reached the conclusion that the attorney who clears, or attempts to clear, a person guilty of crime, when said attorney is fully aware of the fact that the accused is absolutely guilty then said attorney is likewise guilty of a crime. By resorting to technicalities and sharp practice an attorney succeeds in returning to society wretches, who ought to be in hades or locked up in a cell and the key thrown away. Such attorneys boast of having accomplished a great feat. If Ruth Garrison's attorneys succeed in even mitigating her punishment then they have imposed upon the human family and indirectly added to the future collapse of this civilization of ours, that makes a heroine out of a cold blooded murderess and a despised and consumpted wretch out of a woman who prostitutes to please the men, who make and administer the laws. Though a murderess, Ruth Garrison was too much of a lady to be celled with prostitutes though she too had lived a life of immoral shame. Consistency, thou art a jewel. GOSS LOOKED SHEEPISH Two men stood discussing the Ruth Garrison case in the court house halls and both lamented the fact that, she could not be hanged for her cowardly act. One of them seemed more wrought up over it than the other and in a loud and angry tone of voice said: "I would like to get an opportunity to bust the s. b. who was responsible for the repeal of the capital punishment law, in the face. Whoever he was I am certain he was and is a cowardly cur." As he was finishing his speech Frank Goss walked by and heard the most of it. He hurriedly glanced at the triumvirate and with his head hung down, beat it at a rapid pace, so goes the story. I felt that I might have to be a witness at another murder case and so did not inform the two Ruth Garrison discussers that Frank Goss, at present city editor of the P.-I., was largely instrumental in the passage of the law and the man just passing was Mistah Goss.—Observer. WILLIAM HALE THOMPSON The city of Chicago had an election last Tuesday and the black brigade sent Bill Hale Thompson, Republican candidate for mayor, over the top with three whoops and a tiger, and after all he succeeds himself. Prior to his first election he promised the colored voters if elected mayor he would give them as a class due consideration in the division of the municipal loaves and fishes. He was elected and as soon as he had been inaugurated he began to recognize the colored voter in a substantial way and he kept up the good work from time to time, and as a result he got the colored vote of Chicago, something like fifty thousand, almost to a vote. Men seeking office, who make promises and keep them after election, always stand a better show to come back than the fellow, who thinks the voters will forget his pre-election promises before it is time for another election. We trust Mr. Thompson will yet go to the United States Senate. Freedom of mind is a most soothing elixer. EDITORIAL PARAGRAPHS That throne chair of Bill Wilhelm that cost $100,000 may soon be on the market as old junk. Many of those who went trout fishing April 1st hoping to get a square meal were badly April fooled. Seattle now owns fifteen million dollars worth of street car junk, but its a pleasure to own that much junk. In spite of the Puget Sound climatic environments all persons able to do so basque in the cerulian climate of California. Bootlegging will fall in disfavor when a felony penalty will have been made a punishment therefor and the sooner the better. Perhaps Ruth Garrison was crazy when she took Mrs. Storrs' life, but in our opinion she was a darn sight more cussed than crazy. In order that the civil service commissioners could be perfectly consistent the ordinance should be made to read "for white applicants only." If all of the high school pupils of Seattle who refused to be vaccinated, are expelled from school, the high school attendance will be cut in twain. If the Northwest gets any eastern tourists it will be because the idle rich of that section of our country will not be permitted to go to Europe. Once upon a time, so goes the story, a cynic had inscribed on the tomb of his wife: "Under this stone my wife doth lie, She's at rest and so am I." Laws are said to be the bulwarks of liberty, on which bulwark thousands of colored folks are lynched in this land of the free and home of the criminals. With a hung jury for Bert Butterworth, a guilty as chagred for Gottstein and the trial of Ruth Garrison set the criminals of Seattle have had a hard week of it. Ruth Morgan may have been captivated by Ruth Garrison's recent escapades, but in trying to take human life she showed her horse sense by poisoning herself instead of a paramour's wife. In January the bosses of organized labor voted for a strike and organized labor in its entirety went out, but after five weeks of strike medicine the lay members are now agin any more striking. In the city of New York there are twenty-six "cloud cops." In future the only kind of criminals arrested will be those withoutattle is too well known to the public to get away when the dough is handed over. As soon as the editor of Cayton's Weekly makes the millions that he has planned to make his name will be cayTON. This change will be made that those with whom he comes in contact will know he has the money. When Mr. Jones was called on to make a racial address in a gathering of colored citizens of Seattle not long since it almost made us smile to see a large percentage of the men present rise and start for the rostrum. It is learned from Mayor Hanson himself that he is not a candidate for the presidency of the United States, which is no news to us at all. If Ole is even a candidate to succeed himself he will have to go some in order to win. Organized labor's efforts to recall two of the members of the Seattle school board will result in a fizzle. The band of political pirates that control organized labor in Seattle is to owell known to the public to get very far in a recall move. Cayton's Weekly "sho" does appreciate the cash subscriptions that have been coming in from time to time. Though not the "leading weakly" of Seattle, yet we think it deserves at least one thousand new subscribers before the year of our Lord 1920. There is but one colored boy in the Franklin High school of this city and his inclination is to quit, and as in this school, so in others. And thus will the colored boy go out in the world uneducated and debarred from labor because he is colored. You are making life-long mistakes, young fellows! In order to prevent colored men from be- coming members of the Seattle police force a foot regulation was adopted. We are curious to know what kind of a subterfuge will be used to prevent colored men from taking the civil service examination and when successful being assigned to street car work. Not being able to kill all of the colored citizens in East St. Louis for having the audacity to live there and earn an honest living there the next most consistent and perhaps economical thing for organized labor to do in view of the expensiveness of riotous mobs is to send what was left to the penitentiary. So long as there is a strong probability of a visit to Dublin as an invited guest of the municipality giving offense to Lord George and England, President Wilson continues too busy to accept the invitation of the Lord Mayor of Dublin. The desire to be the head of the League of Nations is too keen in President Wilson to give any offense to the really head man of the pool. In January the bosses of organized labor voted for all hands and the cook to go on a strike nolens volens and the members slave-like did so, but the voting to strike or not to strike last week was done by the lay members, who had suffered the pangs of actual privation and hunger during the five weeks' strike of the bosses and they had all they wanted of the strike business. They voted overwhelmingly NO. Like his illustrious father, Col. Theodore Roosevelt will start his national political career by being elected vice-president of the United States. Let's hope that after all a man to fill the shoes of Col. Theodore Roosevelt, the first, will not be so difficult to find as the public thought it would be and the man to fill the place left vacant by T. R. will be his son T. R. But Ted, the second, is too young to begin his career in 1920. It is alleged that Hitchcock was responsible for the nomination of Taft and Hughes and is now feeling out Pershing to determine whether he will advocate his nomination. In view of the fact that his previous selections were badly beaten we would feel more hopeful of party success if Hitchcock made no presidential recommendations for nominations and if he does here is to hoping that the Republicans will not act favorably on his recommendations. The prospects of world peace as is promised by the promoters of the League of Nations are not very flattering even in this early stage of its existence as Japan is to or already has purchased a million acres of Mexican land all stretching along the Pacific Coast. This land though ostensibly bought for agricultural purposes could be quickly converted into a naval station and that once done the Monroe Docfrine would get so many holes shot through it that you could sift the flour of the world through it. Of course the United States will make strenuous objections to all this and as a result war would soon be declared between the United States and Japan with Mexico taking sides with Japan. The League of Nations means no good for Uncle Sam. There is no more excuse for policemen and firemen to ride on the street cars free than any one else. Both of them are paid well by the city for their services, yea, they get better pay for their services than any other class of citizens with a like amount of educational qualifications, for, be it remembered, that in Seattle the policemen who can write one intelligent sentence, however short, and spell correctly each word therein, are as scarce as were righteous men in the doomed city of Sodom and Gomorrah, and why pay big wages to such men and in addition permit them to ride on the cars free of charge? May perhaps Mayor Hanson did promise the policemen free fares for their votes, but Mayor Hanson does not own Seattle—but if the policemen voted for the street car system under the promise they were to get free rides then it is still a greater reason for them to have to pay as they are too cheap to ride free. --- MISGUIDED FRIENDS As paradoxical as it may seem, there are times when we wish to be delivered from our friends, at least the kind of friends who are so insistent that we get what is rightfully due us that they unconsciously accept favors that ultimately prove disastrous to the very ends for which they are striving. We can accept these blunders in good faith when they are made by members of the other race, because we realize that the viwpoint is everything, and as much as one conscientiously delves into a subject or attempts to put themselves in the other fellow's place, it is absolutely impossible to do so. In a general way a sympathetic member of the white race has an idea of our hardships and suffering because of our color. They know that we are unjustly discriminated against, they know that we are denied rights and privileges, even the most learned and wealthy among us, that are accorded the most lowly and ignorant of any other racial group. They know that they can take our life in the most barbarous way in certain sections of the country without fear of paying the penalty for their crime. They know that they made the law and administer it according to their judgment; if that be warped and narrow we are the sufferers, and since the Dred Scott decision some are attempting to make us believe we have no rights the white man is bound to respect. What could be more detrimental to the cementing of the different races and factions in this country than separation on account of race or color? What sort of a country would this be if every component element was to live distinct and apart from the other—the Germans, Irish, French, English, Italian, and so on? But isn't that just as logical as to attempt this sort of thing with our people? What would have happened during our recent war, when the United States needed every man under the Stars and Stripes able to shoulder a gun, to protect her interests? Suppose these nations named had received at the hands of their government the same treatment we did? Would they have proven themselves to be 100 per cent American, as we did? Some of our friends within and without our ranks are attempting to have large plants such as the Ford Automobile Company open up "Jim Crow" departments, so that we can man the whole plant from laborer to chief boss. In the city of Chicago a misguided politician is seeking to have the telephone company set aside the Douglas exchange exclusively for our girls, while others have been to the board of education with a petition to have separate schools in order to give more work for our young women teachers. Taking the most charitable view of things, it must be admitted that such friends are far more detrimental to the welfare of our race than the vitriolic utterances and the detestable actions of a score of Vardamans, Tillmans, Hoke Smiths and men of their ilk, because the world knows these men are our avowed enemies, they acknowledge their enmity openly, thereby lessening the sting, while this other heavy fire comes from our misguided friends within our own ranks, and the average white person, quick at snap judgment and wise enough at the same time to see that their own ends are furthered, lend their aid to any movement that has for its object the separation of the races. We are attempting at every turn to break down the bars, to erase the line that kept this country in the past from being what it claims, a democracy, and the fight will continue as long as one obstacle is placed in the way of our progress. The Negro of yesterday, let it be known, is not the Negro of today, thanks to the extra stiffening the war put in our backbones. Perhaps right here it might be well to quote a conversation a New Orleans street car conductor had with an old ex-slave recently who dared to sit in front of the "screen." "Get up out of there," said the conductor, "and sit behind that screen, where all you * * * belong." The old gentleman straightened up, looked the enemy square in the face, and said, "Man, my son died over in France, fightin' for you an' de United States and what dey calls democracy of de world, an' I'm goin' to die right here in dis seat if you tries to move me." He rode unmolested to the end of his journey. That is the spirit of today, and the man or woman who advocates anything less than a full measure of citizenship has no place in our ranks, and deserves the condemnation of the great mass who are struggling with might and main to reach a higher plane. We must needs have friends and well wishers, but better would it be for us to travel the weary way alone than to attempt to carry the added burden imposed on us through the efforts of misguided and misinformed friends to help us by any plan that imposes segregation.—Chicago Defender. STOLEN FROM THIEVES A wandering auctioneer had gathered about him a merry throng of villagers. He held up a battered violin. "What offers for this ancient fiddle?" he inquired, pathetically. "Look it over. Notice the blurred finger marks of remorseless time. Observe the stains of hurrying years. To the merry notes of this fine old instrument the brocaded dames of fair France may have danced the minuet." By this time the crowd was becoming exceedingly interested. "Ha," continued the auctioneer, "it bears an abrasion—perhaps a touch of fire. It may be the very fiddle on which Nero played while Rome burned. Now, what offers?" From the back of the crowd came a mournful answer, "A tanner!" "It's yours, sir!" replied the auctioneer. Althouh it was snowing hard, the shabby looking man still maintained his position by the bhtcher's cart wheel. When that worthy returned from handing in the family turkey, and his conversation with the pretty housemaid, the beggar was still in the same posture, one hand resting on the cart wheel. "What do you want?" inquired the butcher. The man made no reply, but wearily raised his hand, disclosing a match. "What are you going to do?" asked the puzzled butcher, now slightly alarmed. The man yawned, pulled himself together with a supreme effort and spoke: "It's all right," he drawled. "I'm only holding my match to your wheel so that when you start it will light." The tickets for the raffle were selling in thousands. McGregor wasn't having any, however. He called the whole thing a swindle. Eventually his friends persuaded him to buy one ticket. Who should win the pony but McGregor! When the prize was brought to him he surveyed it gloomily, and finally said: "I told ye the whole thing was a swindle!" "What's the matter?" asked his friends. In a village in Ireland the mother of a soldier met a priest who asked her if she had had bad news. "Shure, I have, sir," she said. "Pat has been killed." "Oh, I'm very sorry," said the priest; "did you have word from the war office?" "No," she said, "I heard it from himself." The priest looked perplexed and said: "But how is that?" "Shure," she said, "here is the letter, read it yourself." The letter said: "Dear mother: I am now in the holy land." It was Dora's first trip on the ocean and the water kept on going seesaw and slipside and heaveho, and all sorts of uncomfortable, disagreeable things: so that Dora began to DR. C. J. ALLEN. Dentist. Examination free. 211 Globe Bldg., 1st and Madison. Office hours 9 to 12 a. m., 1 to 6 p. m., Sundays by appointment. Residence 1830 24th Avenue. East 6419. DR. F. B. COOPER. Dentist, 362-3 Empire Bldg, 2nd and Madison. Special appointments for evenings and Sundays. Office hours 8:30 to 12 and 2 to 6. Main 6093. Residence, East 5056. CAYTON'S WEEKLY wants two columns of classified adds made up after this style and fashion. Rates very reasonable. Beacon 1910. STONE THE CATERER will serve your parties and banquets cheaper than you can do it yourself. Stone's ice cream leads. East 275. get a little giddy and dazed and tired and hazy. Clasping a large doll in her arms, she stood upon the deck by her mother's side. "Mamma!" she suddenly exclaimed, and her face turned to a delicate pale green. "Yes, darling; what is the matter?" "Oh, nothing, mamma! But I—I don't fink the rabbit I had for dinner could have been quite—quite dead!" On the mantelpiece of his dressing room at Drury Lane treater Alfred Lester has an array of quaint little wooden figures of Chinese workmanship. They were sent to him by a friend from Shanghai. I saw them the other day. "This one is supposed to be me," said Lester, gloomily pointing to a little man in a cart. "It's either a hoodoo or a mandarin going to church—I forget which." "You are an hour late this morning, Sam," said an employer to his Negro servant. "Yes, sah. I know it, sah. I was kicked by a mule on my way, sah." "That ought not to have detained you an hour, Sam." "Well, you see, boss, it wouldn't have if he'd only have kicked me in dis direction, but he kicked me de other way!" Last Christmas a vicar was invited to dinner at the house of one of the leading men in the town. At the dinner table he was placed opposite a goose. The lady of the house was seated on the vicar's left. Seeing the goose, he remarked: "Shall I sit so close to the goose?" Finding his words a bit equivocal, he turned round to the lady and said, in a most inoffensive tone: "Excuse me, Mrs. Blank, I meant the roast one." A well known judge was trying a case in which there was a dispute about a water supply. As he had just partaken of a hearty luncheon and counsel's argument was decidedly long winded he began to nod suspiciously. All at once the barrister thundered out: "What we want, your honor, is water!" "Very little in mine, please; very little in mine," said his honor, suddenly starting up. "Now you wouldn't think to look at him that that man was a judge, would you?" "I don't know as I'd pick him out for a judge, but a glance at his nose would be sufficient to convince me that he had something to do with the bar." You Are Welcome To Spend Your Leisure Moments at the GREAT NORTHERN POOL AND BILLIARD HALL Cigars, Tobacco and Soft Drinks. Courteous Treatment BOYD & WILLIAMS, Props. 1032 Jackson St. --- e) At a ghost story seance of a psychical society a nerve specialist said: "Our best ghost stories come from the south. There's one about a southern wake: "An old colored man had died, and the night before the funeral a dozen of his friends sat in the moonlight in front of the dead man's cabin, telling ghost stories. Suddenly from out the darkness above them they heard strange noises—a flapping as of great wings—menacing cries—and they dimly perceived a formless black mass hovering near. "All but one man fled. This one, as he cowered on his stool, was seized by the grapnel of a falling balloon, for that was what the black shape was. '‘The grapnel, going at a great pace caught up the darky, and whirled him through the air at fifteen miles an hour, eight or ten feet above the ground.' '‘Oh massa, massa,’ he yelled, squirming and kicking in that weird nocturnal flight, 'I's not de one, I ain't de cahpse! Dick's in de house, he's in de house, back yonder!'' The young cyclist was fighting hard against a strong head wind and wondering what unhappy thought had prompted him to venture so far away from the scheel. It was getting darker every minute, and to crown his misery, rain began to fall. Soon the rain came down in its best style, and the poor fellow got wet to the skin. Then a piece of glass laid his tire open. With a moan he flung himself from the saddle and commenced to repair the damage. Presently there approached from the opposite direction a benevolent old gentleman. Gazing at the upturned bicycle, the perspiring youth and the repairing outfit which he had dropped in the mud, he inquired: "Had a puncture, my friend?" The boy looked up and swallowed his feelings with a huge gulp. "No, sir," he replied, with a magnificent effort at sarcasm. "I'm just changing the air in the tires. The other lot's worn out, you know!" "The kaiser's future uncertain? Oh, no. There's a certainty about his future that delights me," said Congressman Fees of Ohio. He went on: "An Ohio hired girl said one day to her mistress: "Can I have the afternoon off three weeks from next Monday, ma'am?" “‘I don't know, Mary. Why do you want to get off?’” “‘I want to attend Bill Scraggs' funeral, ma'am. Bill was my fiance.’” “‘What nonsense is this?'” demanded the mistress. ‘You want to go to a funeral three weeks from now. Why, you don't even know he's going to die. That's something none of us can foretell—the date of our own death.’” “‘Maybe not, ma'am, but I know about Bill. He's going to be hanged.'” A miller, noted for his keenness in financial matters, was in a boat trying his best to get across the stream which drove his mill. The stream was flooded, and he was taken past the point at which he wanted to land; while, farther on, misfortune again overtook him, to the extent that the boat was upset. His wife, realizing the danger he was in, ran frantically along the side of the stream, crying for help in a pitiful voice; when, to her sheer amazement, she was suddenly brought to a standstill by her husband's yelling out: "If I'm drowned, Molly, don't forget that flour's gone up 50 cents a sack!" Tailors and Cleaners. Clothes called for and delivered. Hats retrimmed and blocked. H. S. Frazier C. W. Curtest The burly butcher and his wife were airing their views in no uncertain manner on the pavement. Presently a good samaritan intervened. "See here, my man," he protested, "this sort of thing won't do." "What business is it of yours?" snarled the man, turning from his wife to the intruder. "It's only my business in so far as I can be of help settling this dispute," answered the samaritan, mildly. "This ain't no dispute," growled the man. "She"—jerking his thumb toward the woman—"thinks she ain't goin' to get my week's wages and I know she ain't. Where's the dispute in that?" Like a flying dumpling, Uncle Flopwit projected himself from the moving bus to the pavement. Christmas mud was everywhere. His feet touched the paving stones for a fraction of a second, but he proceeded for the next ten yards of his way face downward. He was still prostrate when a samaritan's voice exclaimed: "Oh dear! Have you hurt yourself?" "Hurt myself? Of course not! That sliding business is the first figure of a new dance—the walrus glide. Supposed to be a walrus sliding off a block of ice into the sea! Did it rather neatly, I think, don't you, you idiot?" "The German crown prince," says Former Ambassador Geradr, "was much coddled by the ladies in the past, but I once heard an American girl in Berlin hand him, as the slang phrase goes, a good one. "She was a breezy western girl, a millionaire's daughter, and the crown prince was much taken with her dashing beauty. “‘I can trace my ancestry back twenty-seven generations,’ he said to her. ‘She looked him over and her lip curled. ‘‘What else can you do?’ she said.’’ ‘Did you show that account to Ardup again today?’ "Yes, sir." "Did you tell him it had been on the slate long enough and I'd like to rub it out?" "Yes, sir." "What did he say?" "He said it looked as if you were trying to rub it in." STATEMENT OF THE OWNERSHIP, MANAGEMENT, Circulation, Etc., Required by the Act of Congress of August 24, 1912, of Cayton's Weekly, published weekly at Seattle, Wash., for April 1, 1919. State of Washington, County of King—ss. Before me, a notary public, in and for the State and county aforesaid, personally appeared Horace Roscoe Cayton, who, having been duly sworn, according to law, deposes and says that he is the editor of Cayton's Weekly, and that the following is, to the best of his knowledge and belief, a true statement of the ownership, management (and if a daily paper, the circulation), etc., of the aforesaid publication for the date shown in the above capton, required by the Act of August 24, 1912, embodied in section 443, Postal Laws and Regulations, printed on the reverse of this form, to-wit: 1. That the names and addresses of the publisher, editor, managing editor, and business managers are: Publisher, editor, managing editor, business manager, Horace Roscoe Cayton, Seattle, Wash. 2. That the owners are: Horace Roscoe Cayton, Seattle, Wash. 3. That the known bondholders, mortgagees, and other security holders owning or holding 1 per cent or more of total amount of bonds, mortgages, or other securities are: None. 4. That the two paragraphs next above, giving the names of the owners, stockholders, and security holders, if any, contain not only the list of stockholders and security holders as they appear upon the books of the company but also, in cases where the stockholder or security holder appears upon the books of the company as trustee or in any other judiciary relation, the name of the person or corporation for whom such trustee is acting, is given; also that the said two paragraphs contain statements embracing affiant's full knowledge and belief as to the circumstances and conditions under which stockholders and security holders who do not appear upon the books of the company as trustees, hold stock and securities in a capacity other than that of a bona fide owner; and this affiant has no reason to believe that any other person, association, or corporation has any interest direct or indirect in the said stock, bonds, or other securities than as so stated by him. 5. That the average number of copies of each issue of this publication sold or distributed, through the mails or otherwise, to paid subscribers during the six months preceding the date shown above is 500. HORACE ROSCOE CAYTON. Sworn to and subscribed before me this 3rd day of April, 1919. Z. B. RAWSON, Notary Public in and for the State of Washington, residing at Seattle. (Notarial Seal) RICHARDSON'S UNDERTAKING PARLORS Office, Beacon 103; Res., Main 5610 IN THE SUPERIOR COURT OF THE STATE OF Washington for King County. John J. Shirley, Plaintiff, vs. Jesse W. Rawlings, and Mabel Rawlings, his wife, and Emma T. Rawlings, Defendants.—No. ..... Summons and Publication. The State of Washington to Jesse W. Rawlings, and Mabel Rawlings, his wife, and Emma T. Rawlings: You and each of you are hereby summoned to appear, within sixty (60) days after the date of the first publication of this summons, to-wit: sixty (60) days after the 29th day of March, 1919, and defend the above entitled action in the above entitled court and answer the complaint of the plaintiff and serve a copy of your answer upon the undersigned attorney for the plaintiff at his office below specified in Seattle, King County, Washington, said King County being the place designated by the plaintiff as the place of trial of said action, and in case of your failure so to do, judgment will be rendered against you according to the demand of the complaint which has been filed with the clerk of said court. The object of the above entitled action is to foreclose a certain mortgage executed by the defendants Jesse W. Rawlings and Mabel Rawlings, his wife, bearing date the 17th day of December, 1906, and filed for record in the office of the Auditor of King County, State of Washington, December 23, 1908, in Volume 424 of Mortgages, page 315 of the Records of King County, Washington, whereby there was mortgaged to the said Emma T. Rawlings the following described real estate situate in King County, State of Washington, to-wit: The north twenty and six one-hundredths (20.06) feet of Lot two (2) and the south nineteen and ninety-four one-hundredths (19.94) feet of lot one (1) in block one (1) Leschi Heights Addition to the city of Seattle, together with all and singular the tenements, hereditaments and appurtenances thereunto belonging or in any way appertaining. That said mortgage and notes were duly assigned, transferred and set over for a valuable consideration by the said Emma T. Rawlings to said John J. Shirley, the plaintiff herein. That said assignment of mortgage was dated the 23rd day of September, 1918, and duly recorded in the office of the Auditor of King County, State of Washington, on the 28th day of January, 1919, in Volume 760 page 460 of the Records of King County, Washington. The object of said action is to exclude defendants therein and each of them from any lien or interest in said property and otherwise as will more fully appear from said complaint. JOHN K. KINNANE. Attorney for Plaintiff. Office and Post Office Address: Hotel Seattle, Seattle, Washington. First publication March 29, 1919. Last publication May 10, 1919. IN THE SUPERIOR COURT OF THE STATE OF Washington for the County of King.—No. 133363. Summons by Publication Summons by Publication. J. Abe Fisher, Plaintiff, vs. Fred Therriault, and William Fisher and Eve S. Fisher, his wife, Defendants. The State of Washington, to the said Fred Therriault, Defendant. You are hereby summoned to appear within sixty days after the date of the first publication of this summons, to-wit, within sixty days after the 1st day of February, A. D. 1919, and defend the above entitled action in the above entitled court, and answer the complaint of the plaintiff, and serve a copy of your answer upon the undersigned attorney for plaintiff at his office below stated; and in case of your failure so to do, judgment will be rendered against you according to the demand of the complaint, which has been filed with the Clerk of said court. The object of the said action and the relief sought to be obtained therein is fully set forth in said complaint, and is briefly stated as follows: To partition the following described real property: The East Forty-five (E. 45) feet of Lots Eighteen (18), Nineteen (19) and Twenty (20) in Block Thirteen (13) of Front Street Cable Addition to the City of Seattle, King County, Washington. ANDREW J. BALLIET, Attorney for Plaintiff. P. O. Address: 320 Railway Exchange Bldg., Seattle, County of King, Washington. First publication Feb. 1, 1919. IN THE SUPERIOR COURT OF KING COUNTY, State of Washington.— In the Matter of the Estate of Erick J. Edlund, Deceased.—No. 24729. Notice to Creditors. Notice is hereby given that the undersigned has been appointed Executrix of the Estate of Erick J. Edlund, deceased, that all persons naving claims against said deceased are hereby required to serve the same, duly verified, on said Mary M. Edlund, or on Andrew J. Balliet, her attorney of record at the address below stated, and file the same with the Clerk of said court, together with proof of such service within six months after the date of the first publication of this notice, or the same will be barred. Date of first publication Feb. 8, 1919. MARY M. EDLUND. Executrix of said Estate. Address: 320 Railway Exchange Bldg., Seattle, Wn. ANDREW J. BALLIET, Attorney for Estate. 320 Railway Exchange Bldg., Seattle, Wash. First publication Feb. 8, 1919. "A horse, a horse! My kingdom for a horse!" roared Richard III. A wag in the gallery shouted: "Wouldn't a donkey do for you?" And the quick reply came back: "Yes; come round to the stage door!"