Cayton's Weekly

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, 'Vash., under the Act of March 3rd, 1916. TELEPHONE: BEACON 1910 Office 303 22nd Ave. South THE PASSING THRONG For the past twenty-five years the editor of Cayton's Weekly has denounced organized labor in general and in Seattle in particular for its proscription of the colored man, in some kind of a publication, and unless we are mistaken in the signs of the times the persistent fight, like bread cast upon the waters, has after many days, months and years begun to return with good results. No, no, the agitator is seldom if ever given consideration, but others are selected to bear the olive branch of peace. Organized labor in Seattle has begun to see the error of its ways as to its treatment of the colored man through a glass darkly and has made some slight concessions to colored workmen and says it will do more if what little it has done shows any signs of bearing fruit. Recently Rev. W. D. Carter, probably Seattle's most popular colored preacher, and Dr. F. B. Cooper no less popular in colored circles than Rev. Carter, were invited to speak at the Labor Temple and set forth the colored man's grievances before the governing body, and Rev. Carter took advantage of the opportunity and said things that made Jimmy Duncan and his close corporation friends set up and take notice. We are delighted to record the apparent turn of conditions and trust that Rev. Carter, Dr. Cooper and other popular colored men will be frequently called into conference with the labor leaders and that in the very near future the cause of labor will know no color, creed or nationality, but will recognize as a friend and brother all men who labor. So far as the editor hereof is concerned he expects no favors or consideration at the hands of the labor leaders, because he realizes that they look upon him in the light of an anti-labor agitator, having for so long waged such a relentelss war upon all forms of organized labor on account of its color proscription. That mass meeting last Monday evening under the auspices of the Seattle branch of the N. A. A. C. was some meeting and was attended by the Prestos, Big Wind and Little Wind, and if they were not the only pebbles on the beach then the others hid themselves when they got busy. Without a word of warning they were there and many others whom we have not seen before since the year of one, when the work was just begun, and for what? to send Mrs. Presto to a gathering of learned men and women among whom she would rattle around like a mustard seed in a tin can. The Seattle Branch needs stimulus direct from headquarters and in order to get that the delegate from here, if such there be, should possess the mental capacity to absorb that from the great leaders which is so much needed out here and return home to trans- SEATTLE, WASHINGTON, SATURDAY, MAY 3, 1919. mit the same to the Seattle folks. This thing of sending persons to representative gatherings without qualifications to represent the local organization, simply because you want to oppose somebody else, is childish. With no selfish motives this paper suggested the name of S. H. Stone for the delegate and it did so because Mr. Stone is a business man among business men of Seattle and the people of the East would see that the Seattle Branch had cut out the tommy rot of sending make shifts to talk business with business men. READ THE STORY Under the caption of One Hundred Per Cent Efficiency, a beautiful story in another column hereof is reproduced and we trust you and each of you will read the same and pass it along. In our opinion it is almost next to impossible to read the story without feeling yourself drawn one hundred per cent nearer to your fellow man, and that too without regard to race, color or creed. But few of us in this age who would not hold up our hands in holy horror, if after our boy had finished a college course, he would announce his intention of becoming a railroad porter and the world would pronounce him a young man without ambition. But in the story herewith reproduced is a railroad porter of twenty-five years service and a graduate of a high class college, having been forced into this kind of work from prevailing circumstances, made much of the awkward situation by working to make men better as he did his daily duty. If in all the twenty-five years service he had done no more than convert the man pointed out in the story he as well as his Alma Mater is amply repaid for his work and worry. What man of us in the West that would not have handed that Alabamaian a whole fist full, even at the risk of losing our job, and the nigger" than he ever was before and sent him back to his southern heaths a hundred per cent more determined to "damn yet this porter, bred and born a gentleman and trebly so by his educational qualifications, completely conquered him and used nothing but the most gentle yet choice language. Give us, oh God, men like this and perhaps the chasm of dispute between whites and the blacks of this country will sooner or later be completely spanned. Oregon has condemned Old Man Booze to the guilotine and his execution is fixed for July 1st. So promote it be. Essential to any church organization are four ps initiating preach, pray, praise, pay. On these the success of the whole church fabric rests. As a presidential candidate we fear Senator Poindexter will not get very many Miles from the hitching post, yea, verily, if he even leaves it. Japan is to continue to control China Uncle Sam having backed up in its support of China. Your Uncle Sam knows when he is up against the real thing. Had organized labor in Seattle elected to strike for the fun of striking as did it in other places May 1st it certainly would have had a acold time for a day off. Already Uncle Sam has the open enmity of Italy and if England and France back up Italy what Uncle Sam has put in the war may be a dead loss and especially what she loaned her allies. VOL. III. NO. 48 A dollar to a doughnut Senator Hardwick will have that colored maid that got blown almost to pieces while opening an infernal machine, which was sent to him, sent to the poor house for future maintenance. Doubtless "a little learning is a bad thing," but not one hundredth part as bad as no learning. Every one with an ounce of get up and get there can get a good learning these times and its actually criminal to not do so. Returned soldiers want work, but let it be distinctly understood that they do not mean to take any kind of work except to their liking, and evidently farm work is not at all to their liking, but high salaried clerical jobs are what all of them demand. Perhaps Razz got contorted into Jazz, but whether Razz or Jazz in its originality certain it is that the music of a colored man is setting the civilized world on fire and literally consuming it. Evidently the colored man does more than imitate. In our last issue we warned President Wilson if he did not get out of Europe post haste he would get cut in the fracas and now it seems that he is benig whip-sawed by England and France and jammed by Italy. Fools will rush in where angels fear to tread. Even in beer guzzling states from now, who sings How Dry I am, will not be able to get enough of the stuff that soothes to slake his or her thirst as the further manufacture of beer has been ordered off. Poor Old Man Booze, he sho is having one hell of a time. That Wisconsin farmer who found a cache of whiskey, while digging a well on his farm has nothing on the government detectives of Seattle who found a cache of whiskey while spading up a back yard. In other words, just now, old Mother Earth seems to be just full of the stuff. Which is the "leading weakly" paper of the Northwest among the colored citizens still seems to be the mooted question. For months we have been lead to believe it was published in Seattle, but now it is learned from a distinguished citizen of Tacoma that it is published in Portland. Who next? Fixing a set program for the colored man of this country is one and the same thing as making of him a legalized serf—a mild form of slavery which would mean that the work of John Brown, William Loyd Garrison, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Abraham Lincoln (bless his memory) and many others all count for naught. Perish the thought. It was some thirty years ago when hundreds of prominent men of the country were sent infernal machines, which resulted in some loss of life and much material damage, and a like terror is now running rampant over the country. The mails are literally flooded with dangerous devices sent to leading men of the country hoping thereby to intimidate them in the performance of their public duties. It has been hinted that our own and only President Wilson has a feeling in his heart to recognize the Russian Bolsheviki. Why not? since he has recognized the South of our own land and country, and it is beyond human conception to show more savagery than our southern Democratic hell devils practice on the colored citizens of that section. But should the president recognize Lenine of Russia he would not be doing very much different than his alleged dicker- by Sl i a tit ak Se ee tl ial i ol ae ie a Nake? . Rarer te ht SS es Sa ago et Went ate Tae ae . Pree ba) . lng } SSS iy ae Ee tate we Wate ing with IHuerta, Carranza and Villa. Italy has withdrawn from the peace con- ference and under the circumstances we do not see how she could be just to herself and not do so. To join the allies in arms against the Huns she was promised certain territory in case of success. Italy did as was requested and entered the war with that understand- ing fully agreed upon. She did her part and the alleis won the war, but at the peace table the agreement was wilfully broken and Italy denied her coveted territory, hence there was nothing else for her to do but withdraw or her representatives would have to return home disgraced and dishonored. STOLEN FROM THIEVES A Prediction The time isn’t far off when it will be a common thing to look up and see a whoop- ing big cloud, hitched to an airship, being hustled along to some seetion of the coun- try that needs rain or snow. Cloud moving is bound to prove a paying business. What beautiful sunrises and sets! In that gay day, bal-games, pienies and week-endings will come off as arranged or advertised. Good-bye to almanacs, weather prophets and barometers! A Noggin of Milk New editions of Treasure Island will print the famous pirates’ song in a Bryanized version, to-wit : Forty-eight states as dry as a bone, Yo ho ho and a noggin of milk! Drink and the Devil are now unknown, Yo ho ho and a noggin of milk! What Really Mattered Ile was a very small boy. Paddy was his dog, and Paddy was nearer to his heart than anything on earth. When Paddy met swift and hideous death on the turnpike road the boy’s mother trembled to break the news. But it had to be, and when he came home from school she told him simply: “Paddy has been run over and killed.’’ He took it very quietly. All day it was the same, But five minutes after he had gone to bed there echoed through the house a shrill and sudden lamentation. Tis mo- ther rushed up-stairs with solieitude and pity. “Nurse says,’’? he sobbed, “that Paddy has been run over and killed.’’ “But, dear, I told you that at dinner, and you didn’t seem to be troubled at all.’’ “No: but—but I didn’t know you said Paddy. I-I thought you said daddy !’’ What He Got Met a pretty girl one day, Took her down to see a play, Bought her candy, cake and eream, Other things that were beseem, Thought I was in good, all right, So hung around and bade a kiss, And what think you, she said, this miss? Of all the cheap skates I ever lamped with my once overs, you are the crustiest, two by twice, hair-brained gazeke on Gawd’s earth. Shake those gunboats of yours and evaporate. Good night! The Captain’s Errand First Buek—What did Captain Ruff want with you in the orderly room? Second Buek—Oh, he just wanted to put in his application for his old job in my canning factory after we are mustered out. When One Boy Came Home ‘The huge front door was opened sud- denly; a girl came tripping down the path of light to meet him. He caught her in his arms and held her tight and kissed her. He had_a very definite idea that she was fol- lowing his lead. All was well, very, very well indeed. He picked the girl up bodily and carried her, still kissing him, into the house and set her onee more on her feet. But he didn’t let go, nor, for the matter of that, did she. “Polly Ingersoll,’’ he cried at length, as though that eloquent utterance settled every- thing for al ltime to come. “Dickie!’? she responded, summing up her past, present and future in one word. Ile held her at arm’s length and looked her over. What he saw astounded him. He had gone to France bearing with him the mental picture of a very dear, sweet, gentle, spicy little Polly, a tender, warm, pretty ilttle girl who belonged somehow, and al- ways would belong, in a cozy little cottage. Ile had come back to find something else— a bewildering sort of beauty, just as win- some, just as tender, but a princess living in a palace. “Polly,’’ he gasped, ‘‘I never dreamed of your looking like this. Why, you’re like a queen !”’ Polly gloated, her eyes sparkled. She revolved slowly on an invisible pivot, like the models in the fashion shows. “Your favorite mezzotint, Dickie,’’ she assured him; ‘‘had it made for you. Do you—do you like me in it, Dickie?”’ The lieutenant tried to tell her in words. Then he changed his mind. The whole thing—the months of weary waiting, of un- utterable longing, of dreaming, hoping— choked him up. “Oh, hell!”’ he cried sentimentally at length; I’m home. “Oh, hell!’? echoed Polly _ eestatically ; Weal me aa ah REEVE FOLLY CCSTATICALLY 5 200. A NEGRO EXPLAINS ‘‘JAZZ’’ The latest international word seems to be “‘jazz.’’ It is used almost exclusively in British papers to describe the kind of musie and — dancing—particularly dancing—im- ported from America, thereby arousing dis- cussions, in which bishops do not disdain to participate, to fill all the papers. While society once ‘‘ragged,’”? they now ‘‘jazz.’’ in this country, tho we have been tolerably familiar with the word for two years or more, we still try to pursue its mysterious origins. Lieut. James Reese Europe, late of the Machine Gun Battalion of the 15th Regiment, tells Mr. Grenville Vernon, of the New York Tribune, that the word comes from Mr. Razz, who led a band in New Orleans some fifteen years ago and whose fame is perpetuated in a somewhat modified form. Besides the information we supply here, another statement about Mr. Razz’s band from a New Orleans paper may be seen on page 47, to which the reader is referred. Lieutenant Europe says: “T believe that the term ‘‘jazz’’ orig- inated with a band of four pieces which was found about fifteen years ago in New Orleans, and which was known as ‘Razz’s Band.’ This band was of truly extraordi- nary composition. It consisted of a bary- tone-horn, a trombone, a cornet, and an instrument made out of the chinaberry- tree. Thi sinstrument is something like a clarinet, and is made by the Southern Ne- groes themselves. Strange to say, it can be used only while the sap is in the wood, and after a few weeks’ use has to be thrown away. It produces a beautiful sound and is worthy of inclusion in any band or or- chestra. I myself intend to employ it soon in my band. The four musicians of Razz’s Band had no idea at all of what they were playing; they improvised as they went along, but such was their innate sense of rythm that they produced something which was very taking. From the small cafes of New Orleans they graduated to the St. Charles Hotel, and after a time to the Win- ter Garden, in New York, where they ap- peared. however, only a few days, the indi- vidual musicians being grabbed up by vari- ous orchestras in the city. Somehow in the passage of time Razz’s Band got changed into ‘Jazz’s Band,’ and from this corruption arose the term ‘jazz.’ <The Negro loves anything that is pe- culiar in musie, and this ‘jazzing’ appeals to him strongly. It is accomplished in several ways. With the brass instruments we put in mutes and make a whirling mo- tion with the tongue, at the same time blow- ing full pressure. With wind instruments we pinch the mouthpiece and blow hard. This produces the peculiar sound which you all know. To us it is not discordant, as we play the music as it is written, only that we accent strongly in this manner the notes which originally would be without accent. Tt is natural for us to do this; it is, indeed, the muscnans from adding to their music more than I wish them to. Whenever pos- sible they all embroider their parts in order to produce new, peculiar sounds. Some of these effects are excellent and some are not, and I have to be continually on the lookout to cut out the results of my mu- sicians’ originality.’”’ The news form Paris is so filled with weightier matters and the French papers are so much less loquacious than our Anglo- Saxon ones on the lighter sides of life that, until the Lieutenant speaks, we haven’t heard of the impression jazz has made on the French: “T recall one incident in partiewar. From last February to last August I had been in the trenches, in command of my machine- gun squad. I had been through the terriffi general attack in Champagne when General Gouraud annihilated the enemy by his strategy and finally put an end to their hopes of victory, and I had been through many a smaller engagement. I can tell you that music was one of the things fur- thest from my mind when one day, just before the Allied Conference in Paris, on August 18, Colonel Hayward came to me and said: ‘Lieutenant Europe, I want you to go hack to your band and give a single con- cert in Paris.’ “T protested, telling him that I hadn’t led the band since February, but he in- sisted. Well, I went back to my band, and with it I went to Paris. What was to be our only concert was in the Theatre des Champs-Elysees. Before we had played two numbers the audience went wild. We had conquered Paris. General Bliss and French high officers who had heard us insisted that we should stay in Paris, and there we stayed for eight weeks. Everywhere we gave a concert it was a riot, but the su- preme moment came in the Tuileries Gar- dens when we gave a concert in conjune- tion with the greatest bands in the world— the British Grenadiers’ Band, the best band of the Garde Republicain, and the Royal Italian Band. My band, of course, could not compare with any of these, yet the crowd, and it was such a crowd as I never saw anywhere else in the world, deserted them for us. We played to 50,000 people at least, and had we wished it, we might be playing yet. “After the concert was over the leader of the band of the Garde Republicain came over and asked me for the score of one of the jazz compositions we had played. He said he wanted his band to play it. I gave it to him, and the next day he again came to see me. He explained that he couldn’t seem to get the effects I got, and asked me to go to a rehearsal. I went with him. The great band played the composition superbly —but he was right: the jazz effects were missing. I took an instrument and showed him how it could be done, and he told me that his own musicians felt sure that my band had used special instruments. Indeed, some of them, afterward attending one of my rehearsals, did not believe what I had said until after they had examined the in- struments used by my men.’’ It is the feeling of this musician, who, in- deed, before the war supplied most of the music in New York dancing circles, that a higher plane in musie may be attained by Negroes if they stick to their own form. He concludes : “T have come back from France more firmly convinced than ever that Negroes should write Negro music. We have our own racial feeling and if we try to copy whites we will make bad eopies. I noticed do their best work when using Negro material. Will Marion Cook, William Tires, even Harry Burleigh and Coleridge-Taylor are not truly themselves in the music which expresses their race. Mr. Tires, for instance, writes charming waltzes, but the best of these have in them Negro influences. The music of our race springs from the soil, and this is true today wiht no other race, except possibly the Russians, and it is because of this that I and all my musicians hvae come to love Russian music. Indeed, as far as I am concerned, it is the only music I care for outside of Negro." The Lieutenant then tells how he formed his band. "When war broke out I enlisted as a private in Colonel Hayward's regiment, and I had just passed my officer's examination when the Colonel asked me to form a band. I told him that it would be impossible, as the Negro musicians of New York were paid too well t ohave them give up their jobs to go to war. However, Colonel Hayward raised $10,000 and told me to get the musicians wherever I could get them. The reed-players I got in Porto Rico, the rest from all over the country. I had only one New York Negro in the band—my solo cornetist. These are the men who now compose the band, and they are all fighters as well as musicians, for all have seen service in the trenches."—Literary Digest A HUNDRED PER CENT EFFICIENT By Z. Withers. General O. P., of Huntsville, Ala., a member of the legislature of that state, heretofore opposed to any form of progress on the Negroes' part, is a passenger on the Sante Fe Limited, en route to Southern California. He occupies Room H in Car 22. His antagonism to the Negro is manifest and pronounced, and his thorough dislike for colored men is apparent from the first contact. "Porter, I want my room made up, and I don't want no d—— foolishness about it." "You niggers have a way of running things to suit yourself, but I'm going to have service." "Where is your conductor?" Before the General had made his request or before his arrival to the train, the party in Room A arriving first and having a sick member with them, made request to have berth made down at the earliest moment. The porter, almost overcome with the suddenness of the General, could hardly recover himself sufficiently to make a reply,—but training had made him equal to the task. In an unremonstrative voice he quietly answered: "General, I will be glad to serve you in just a few minutes. In the party in A there is a sick member and their request is ahead of yours." To this General became very indignant and fairly shouted: "Don't talk back to me. I never allow a man under my command to ask me a question or tell me anything. Do as you are told or I will have you put off of this train. It is simply something terrible that one in my station must suffer a verbal combat with an inferior." By this time, fury and rage on the General's part continued to grow and develop, and off for the buffet car he went to see the conductor with leaps and bounds, muttering to himself as he went, swearing to wreck vengeance on the porter or any colored man that should cross his path. After wonderful speed through six Pullman cars he reached the buffet car in full rage, almost breathless, but with enough vim to frighten all the occupants nearly to death. In the front end of the buffet car, calm and serene, sat the conductor, with his faultless uniform of gold buttons and braid upon his sleeves, counting tickets and making up report of trip. No introduction was necessary now. "You're the conductor of this train, and I demand protection." These words, in shrill falsetto, filled every crevice and corner in the car. The unusual appearance of the speaker and his startling tones aroused the interest of the entire car, which at this time was crowded, and several who were sitting arose to their feet, all intent on inquiry. "I'm General O. P., of Huntsville, Ala.," began the speaker. "One of them darkie Pullman porters had the gall and the afront to disobey my command, and I demand that you stop this train and put him off. I want you to know that I must be respected. Do you allow servants in this country to talk back to you? I can't stand it. I am a man, and as long as I can remember I have never taken a word back from a servant." By this time every face in the buffet car had changed its color—interest, anxiety, disgust, laughter was visible everywhere. "General," said the conductor, aroused by the wrath of the speaker, "I will do anything that I can to please you. Every porter on this train has a character that the company will vouch for. We never allow any incivility to our patrons from any man that works for the Santa Fe Railway. You have charged the porter with misconduct toward you. In what way, may I ask the question?" "Yes," commenced the General, not yet fully recovered from indignation. "These belonged to '91 class and everybody at school was talking about him. They said that he was smart; but what business has a Columbia man being a Pullman porter?" "General, there are many reasons," thoughtfully replied the conductor. "The classification of colored men as one of the lesser types has been the custom of America for centuries and it has not been changed. "It does not make any difference what the merit of the individual may be, if he or she are members of the Negro race, the chasm of race prejudice is in their path. That great gulf they must cross with little or no aid from the white race or their own. "To be successful, they must possess that inate ability which stops at nothing shorter than success—a power to bridge this stream which centuries has lapsed without spanning. "The noblest men in the world, these Pullman porters, who scorn your miserable chain of selfishness, and look into God's great beyond with a cheerfulness akin to Divine inspiration, while giving to you and I the best of their soul's efforts, attempting to satisfy our greedy thirst for comfort and ease, while we proclaim more laws to discredit the very principles through them that the Great Teacher of Mankind would have us practice—Meekness, Appreciation and Nobleness." Intense interest followed each word so justly spoken by this man in defense of his company, the Negro race and the Pullman company. The General, without hoping now for more than an armistice, retraced his steps to car 22 in a bewilderment of thought. In his mind new thoughts were constant—“A Columbia man a Pullman porter.” He himself was a Columbia man with honors of that great university—he climbed from obscurity to a position of credit and distinction without hindrance—since he left school thousands, as if from an invisible world, had helped him to climb the Ladder of Fame—step by step he had climbed higher and higher—now in the vigor of his strength he was a leader of national note—he had never been denied a position because of his racial lineage—the franchise of 200,000 black men was the pedestal upon which he stood denying them liberty to gain freedom for himself—never had the galling hand of prejudice caused him to shed a bitter tear of anguish, but rather the secret of his power—never had hunger and want drove him to seek employment in the menial workshop with men who were not his equal in education and social prestige—the race that he belonged to ruled America and made the laws of promotion based upon strength and selfishness—weak men and weaker races, were they not the DR. 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On reaching car 22 everything was in faultless order. The berths were made down, the isle and bulkhead lights indicated the general preparedness of quiet of the Pullman, the well established practice for which the travling public seem grateful to the Pullman company. At the end of the aisle sat Johnson Hays under a dim light pondering over a book in perfect composure, knowing nothing of the episode in the buffet car, and if, had he been there, the incident to him would create but slight comment, if a word, so accustomed had he been to thoughtful observance of human nature. Men who think are least disturbed by conditions such as this one, he knowing all of the time that the old adage of truth—"No chain is stronger than its weakest link"—inevitably must come true—the mighty test of national security sooner or later must reach us, and then the laws of Natural Justice, ah, they mean so much to us all. Thinking from cause to effect the blessedness of a quiet, even temperament, and Johnson's knowledge of the world and conditions such as in the case of the General was a laughable incident to him. But with the General it was different; he, like many others of his school, are unconscious of a great world about them, whose pulse is indicated only to the initiated, who study cause and effect. "Porter, I am going to bed; call me for Kansas City," greeted Johnson's cars as the General passed him. "You go through to California, do you?" "Yes, sir," was the prompt and manly reply. I will see you tomorrow." The incident in the buffet car aroused general interest among all passengers and followed much discussion of the race question. "A Columbia man a Pullman porter?" PACIFIC COAST COAL CO. Puts the Best COAL on the Market Phone Main 5080 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. --- ```markdown ``` "Why should a man with an education seek a position as a Pullman porter and receive the jeers and insults which are common?" "The position of a Pullman porter—why should it require a knowledge of languages and a higher education?" "Is not the time ill-spent in self-improvement requiring years of training and privations to master the technique of higher learning in the best schools of America and Europe to do the most humble work on a Pullman car, where you are servant of all, even the white employee who works beside you and who receives greater consideration with no mark of distinction, except the color of man's complexion?" "Apparently equipped for the most eminent service and yet held back because of the skin Almighty God gave you?" "What are the bounds of Liberty and Justice which gives Freedom and Opportunity to one race and slavery and Jim-Crowism to another?" "When and how are we to prepare a manly place in our civilization for the Negro?" These questions and many others relative to the Negro were earnestly, we might say, ably discussed by several passengers whose interest now had heightened, their failing to see the reason why a porter should be so unjustly punished in an attempt to do his duty. Johnson, with a keen mind, no less had pondered over these questions often with a thoroughness becoming a student of his character. The knowledge of the history and struggles of the different races of the world and the slow, gradual climb of centuries in which sacrifice and toil marked each and every step of that uphill way, deducting from all given facts, that no race that was not one time or another slaves had survived the crucial test of civilization and that the Aztec, the aborigine of Mexico, and the American redman, was conclusive proof of that test—with civilization and its conditions those races became extinct—he was able to compare the governments of Greece and Rome, the extension of those empires, the fight of the Jutes, Gales, and Saxon races, their subjugation, the effect of Roman law and afterwards the English common law and from unquestionable truths, the value of education as a medium of constructive uplift. He knew the elevation of the masses the world over to be one great gigantic problem whose solution depends not upon antagonism, but co-operation of all forces. He knew that in no country in the world is there an absence of racial conflict where two different groups inhabit the same country, that in England, France, Russia and all Asia there are problems affecting the status of different racial groups far more difficult of solution than that affecting the white and black races of America, added to this no less—the agitator who has been successful for years in keeping the thinking white man and Negro apart. When he entered the Pullman service as a porter, it was not a guess on his part of the great opportunity to serve the Negro in the highest capacity of usefulness. Having dedicated his service unselfishly to the cause of human uplift, the greatest possible good he might lend the world in the humble office of a Pullman porter—Intelligence and Courage will win victories notwithstanding a common vocation be ours. The pushing of a buzzer on the outside of room II promptly at 8 a. m. brought a ready response. "All right, porter," answered the General. "Kansas City at 8:45, please," said Johnson. With polished boots and chevrons, at 8:45 Phone 2647 1034 Jackson Tailors and Cleaners. Clothes called for and delivered. Hats retrimmed and blocked. H. S. Frazier C. W. Curtest the General appeared on the station platform with other passengers for a little walk before breakfast, seemingly in the best of humor and as though nothing had happened to mar the pleasantness of his trip. His attitude towards Johnson changed, who he greeted with: "Fine morning, George." "Yes, a pleasant day, sir," was the answer. "How long have you been a Pullman porter?" began the General. "Twenty-five years, sir," came the reply. "I was a little bit vexed last night and I guess you knew it, but the conductor tells me you are from Columbia, and so am I. "I want to congratulate you, sir, and if my attitude towards you was offensive—I wish to apologize, sir. "I am from the South and every gentleman from the South, whenever he is wrong, is willing to do right. "I've been thinking all night over the fact of a Columbia man in the role of a Pullman porter, and if, with your knowledge and development you can fill a place so humble and lowly with so much credit and appreciation from the public at large, I have a new vision of what education means to your race and my race, and how utterly wrong has been our attitude towards men of your race who measure with such eminence the great possibilities of greatness. "For years I have been a tireless worker to hold the Negro in a place of utter dependence, fearing his intellectual advancement would depreciate his value as a worker. Your conduct on the Santa Fe Railroad as a Pullman porter and an educated gentleman has placed the men of your race in an etitirely different light to me, and from this day I humbly seek the aid of Divine Providence that He will give me strength that I may do all in my power to help the Negro race in this nation to a place of respectability and manhood. "Again I esteem your friendship as a man equal in our democracy and entitled to all of the great rewards that the blessings of its power transcends and gives American citizenship, that the victory so recently won on yonder battlefields of Europe with the glorious Stars and Stripes, where heroes, black and white, died to- HELP US TO HELP YOU The National Assn., for the Advancement of Colored People Will Give a Will Give a GRAND MAY DANCE Thursday Evening, May 15th, 1919 8:30 P.M. At Renton Hill Club House, 18th Ave. eNar Madison Music by Mrs. Smith's Orchestra Committee:Mr. and Mrs. G. W. Jones, Mr. Harvey Chandler, Mrs. W. Wood, Mr. S. H. Stone, Dr. Arthur Williams, Mr. S. H. Stone, Mrs. L. A. Graves, Dr. Arthur Williams, Chairman. Subscription 50c gether-there shall be henceforth in this Union neither black nor white-no North or South, but American citizenship where all humanity is the same. "As a member of the Alabama Legislature, I will oppose every measure that will force unequal conditions between your race and mine, and with God's help there shall be a new generated Southland. "If you had not the brains equal to other men Columbia could not have honored you. I am doubly proud of you in the position that you hold as a man and through you I have a higher conception of education and what it means to the human race. One who possessed less qualities or genius would be a failure in the transition of light—the higher discipline of education. "After all, universities and schools that prepare men for human service, who fit men with less courage than you, have utterly failed and are unworthy of their name. Education fits men for civilization, and civilization for service."—Pullman Porters' Review. RICHARDSON'S UNDERTAKING PARLORS 1216-18 Jackson Street 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. Rawlnigs 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 J. KINNANE, Attorney for Plaintiff. Office and Post Office Address: Hotel Seattle, Seattle, Washington. First publication March 29, 1919. Last publication May 10, 1919. MAY MONTHLY MEETING Seattle Branch of the At Grace Presbyterian Church MONDAY EVENING, MAY 5th S. H. STONE, Pres. DR. A. WILLIAMS, Sec.