Cayton's Weekly

SEATTLE, WASHINGTON, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 1919 PRICE FIVE CENTS CAYTON'S WEEKLY Published every Saturday at Seattle, Washington U. S. A. Subscription $2 per year in advance. 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 How Hard. Even to editors there comes times and conditions when they can neither think or write and the editor hereof is at this time laboring in that state of mind. Ruth, our first born, passed to the great beyond last Wednesday night, to a day twenty-two years of age, and no one but a fond parent can realize our feelings. H.R.CAYTON. HE IS A DETRIMENT Since Roscoe Simmons spoke in Seattle we have given him much thought and have come to the conclusion that he is nothing short of a hireling spreading propaganda at the behest of the Southern white man. His teachings are but trucklings to the one domineering sentiment throughout the South among the Marse Henry class, a Negro is alright as long as he stays in his place, which is true of every class, but the Negro being a fullfledged American citizen—one hundred per cent patriotic—so long as he keeps within the law, who has the right to designate a place for him? Despite his oratorical flights and catchy phrases as well as sentences we have no hesitancy in saying Roscoe Simmons is doing the cause of Negro uplift in this country more harm than did Tillman or Vardeman. Independent, self sustaining colored men and women should take the place of the former Uncle Toms and dependent, patronizing ones, who feet from the hands of some kindly disposed white person. When Mr. Simmons looked over his audience in Seattle he was so badly disappointed that he could not refrain from commenting on the absence of large numbers of white folks and he did so because he knew the rot he had prepared for that occasion was not for colored folks, but for white folks of southern origin. While we have no way of proving that he is under southern pay, yet his every word would seem to indicate as much, but to cover his southern tracks he exacted an enormous price from the colored citizens for an opportunity to tell them they are all wrong and the southern white man is their best friend, even though he does lynch a few of them. Hell is full of such false teachers and the sooner Simmons is silenced the better for the colored man of this country. SEATTLE'S MURDEROUS GANG Of course this is no border outlaw city of the wild and woolley West nor is a large percent of its population composed of ignorant and criminal Negroes, such as we read of infesting the cities of the South and even the Middle West, but nevertheless an epidemic of foul murders have been perpetrated within and near her borders in recent weeks and thus far there have been no convictions and but few detections, which must mean that the criminals either stand in with those whose duty it is to run them down or the criminals are sufficiently organized to protect each other from legal detection and conviction. But OLYMPIA, WASH. ATTLE, WASHINGTON, SATURDAY, NOV amid all these foul murders our citizens move on in the even tenor of their way no more disturbed by them than if such murders were a part of the commercial and civic advancement of the city. Reverse the situation, if you will, and let the suspicion of these murders fall upon the shoulders of colored folks and the citizens of this community, yea of this entire Northwest, would be moved to fever heat and things would happen and doubtless every colored person would either be driven from the country or eyed suspiciously every time one was seen ten blocks from home. Recently Omaha boiled and bubbled like a seething caldron over the alleged crimes of Negroes and one Negro was lynched on the suspicion of having outraged a white woman. Subsequent investigation, however, has caused all Omaha to shut up like a clam and her citizens hang their heads in shame over the bloody and burning wreck of that riotous period. We are not condoning crime, but a criminal should be looked upon as a criminal and the degree of the crime should not depend upon the color of the criminal. If our citizens decide to have rapists punished by Judge Lynch instead of by Judge Justice then apply the same medicine to the white rapist as to the colored rapist. Until this has been carried out to the letter of the decision this will not be a country of equal justice and a just retribution some time and some where will fall heavily upon the heads of those who tolerate such inequalities. Remember that the sins of the fathers will be visited on the children, even to he third and fourth generations. DEMANDS OF THE MINERS It has been estimated that, should the demands of the United Mine Workers of America for increased wages and shorter working hours be granted, the change would cost the people of the United States $1,000,000,000 more annually for coal. This is at the rate of $10 per capita. The miners demand a six-hour day and only five work days a week. They also demand an increase of 60 per cent in wages. They refused to submit their demands to arbitration, and have declined the offer of the operators to continue operations until an agreement shall be arrived at, any wage increases to be retroactive to November 1. The coal year, so-called, has heretofore ended on April 1, but the mine workers wish to change the date to November 1, on the presumed theory that it woud be easier to obtain their demands at the beginning than at the end of the winter season. The proposed shortening of the time of work is probably the most serious aspect of the situation, for the reason that i tmeans less production, not only of coal, but of other industries dependent on coal as fuel. It is generally understood that the one solution of the present high cost of living is greater production. The higher price at which coal will be sold, should the miners demands be granted, it itself a considerable factor, but when it is considered that it will mean an advance in prices for other commodities all along the line it is not difficult to see the cost of living mounting to still higher levels. The railroads of the United States ordinarily consume about 200,000,000 tons of bituminous coal a year. The fuel item is therefore, a tremendous one in the expense account of the transportation companies. The pubic utility companies also are large are large. VOL. IV., No. 20 consumers of coal. The railroads and public utilities have weathered severe financial storms during the last few years, most of these concerns being barely able to make both ends meet, even after repeated increases in rates and fares. There isa shortage of coal throughout the world today, and in many places the highest prices on record are being paid. In some of the European countries coal is valued at $100 a ton, a price obviously prohibitive, so far as most people are concerned. It is generally conceded that greater industrial activity is most needed to restore the European countries to their former commercial and economic state. Therefore, instead of the production of coal being curtailed, it should, if possible, be doubled. The coal itself is at hand in abundance, and the means of transporting it is available. The willingness to mine it is needed. This becomes a patriotic duty, and an exceedingly important one, at this juncture in the world's economic experience. Christian Science Monitor. AFTER CONSIDERATIONS If you do not want what the other fellow is selling it's your privilege to refuse to purchase the same, but it is your duty to do so politely. It pays to be polite and courteous to even a common cur. Let no one have any more manners than yourself. Your way is not always the best way and it matters not how brainy you may happen to be. The wisest person can learn something from the most consumate idiot if the wisest person has the desire to do so. Give the other fellow credit of having some savy. You may have a strong desire to pay your honest debts, yes, so strong a desire that they keep you awake nights, but in spite of that, you are accused of being dishonest when you do not do so. Remedy: do not contract debts, but pay as you go and while you may have less property by so doing, yet you will have more peace of mind. Only fools fight. Even when really brainy persons meet in personal clashes they are temporarily insane. Who gets angry enough to actually fight loses much mental worry and often a good lot of flesh, hair and blood. Remedy: always keep mentally cool. The world is quite wide enough for you and the other fellow and if you do not like each other there is no need of you bumping into each other. There is also plenty of persons to discuss besides the ones you do not like and you will save yourself a few gray hairs to forget instead of remembering those you do not like. The editor of a newspaper, periodical or journal is but an ordinary human being just like yourself or your friend and just as liable to err as either of you, therefore, the opinions of a publication are those of the ordinary person and may miss the mark a mile further than yours. No one is absolutely correct. It costs you nothing to so speak, act and live that every one you come in contact or have dealings with will learn that your statements are always absolutely reliable. In other words, let your word always be just as good as your bond. There is nothing wrong in every one getting his or hers, vulgarly speaking, but to do so you need not make a nuisance of yourself. "My terms are cash," explains your position just as fully as a long rigamarole of rag chewing that amounts to the same thing as the four words. --- --- EDITORIAL PARAGRAPHS A full fledged citizen will simpify all this talk of right and justice for the Negro. Either he is or he is not a citizen of this United States. If he is a citizen he is the peer of a Woodrow Wilson, a John Sharp Williams or a Any One Else. If he is not a citizen then he is an ailien and at the will of the citizen be put in the undesirable class of foreigners. As undesirable as are the Japanese in this country, yet not one of their number has ever been lynched by infuriated white mobs. That lynching game has just been tried once on the undesirable Italian and Uncle Sam found himself in the uncomfortable situation of looking an angry Italian man of war square in the face. It is apparent that the white roughnecks of this country are too cowardly to mob a man that has a country behind him, but they take fiendish delight in mobing a weaker class of citizens among them. If God really hates a coward the white mobists of this country will not be permitted to even reach the pearly gates to hear their fates, but way off in space St. Peter will meet them and read their titles clear and then all of them will hear their dooms and sink to hell. This appears to be Seattle's open shop season as well unionized as is the working man of this city. One hundred or more gas workers struck and have failed and the gas plant is now an open shop. Three hundred allied printers of Seattle walked out about the same time as did the gas workers and their efforts to have the master printers accede to their demands have thus far failed and open shops among the printery are now common in the city. The same commentary can be made of the tailors' strike. This striking business seems to be badly on the toboggan. In honoring the memory of Theodore Roosevelt it can be said without fear of successful contradiction that the master mind of our Repuplic is being revered. Roosevelt did not rise to greatness on the wings of the god of war, but on the wings of common sense, fair play and personal justice. He was a tower of strength, mentally, morally and physically from the cradle to the grave and his memory will be idolized as long as lives the present civilization and perhaps then some. Has organized labor reached its zenith and any change will mean a decline? is the open question of the hour, not only throughout the United States, but throughout the world. In the past organized labor has done much for the uplift of the laboring man, but it seems to have become beastly drunk of success and the pendulum is swinging as far backward as it did forward. Capital, however, is no nearer right than labor, but two wrongs never make a right. In view of the fact President Wilson has given the South her way on all legislative and appointive points since he has been president accounts for the South being solid for the League of Nations,not that they love war less, but government control more, and then again it would be ungrateful on the part of the South to not reciprocate to the president in kind—"you tickle me and I tickle you." As long as presidents of this country try to be the whole show and give neither the legislative, the judicial or the appointive functions of the government any hand in the directing of things we will continue to talk of "our overworked presidents." Our present chief executive is overworked because he himself wantd Woodrow Wilson to have a hand in everything that happened in short to be the It of the world. King Alcohol, President Wilson to the contrary notwithstanding, has gone to the mat for the count and adicated without naming a successor. Politically speaking, our president appears much in the light of the snake gingo: "It wabbles in and wobbles out, who can tell from a snake's track, whether its going north or coming back?" Among the leading planks in Senator Poindexter's presidential campaign is "the absolute security of every one under the law in his person and property." If that is to apply to colored persons the same as to the white persons then the senator has torn his shirt wide open so far as the white vote of the South is concerned. The colored man has no rights the southern white man intends to respect. Roscoe Simmons to the contrary notwithstanding. Our steadfast hard headed American citizens—slow to anger, but quick to mercy—do not seem to have the remotest idea of permitting the Russian Bolshevists to outstrip them in the race of making the world safe for democracy. Some one has said, "some persons are so full of conceit that they constitute a parade when walking by themselves." Granting that you are correct, yet Col. Simmons left here more than two weeks ago and its bad manners to backbite any one. Is it possible that the Literary Digest too has reached the conclusion, "Saw it in the Times? Dam lie?" Quotations are frequently taken from the Seattle P. I., but never from the Seattle Daily Times. Your sins will find you out. The good a physician accomplishes in restoring a patient to a normal condition of health seems to be more in the confidence the patient has in the physician than in the pills and powders the physician administers. "We don't want him next door by us" is said to have been the unanimous verdict of a Jewish protest meeting in Chicago against colored folks buying real estate in residential districts where many of them reside. And Satan also came. What Good Roads Have Done is A Caption. Without stopping to read your comment permit us to say, good roads have been responsible for more persons in fairly good circumstances goin broke on benzine buggies than you can shake a stick at. Whoever was responsible for the naming of Erastus Brainard as consular representative for the government of Paraguay hit the nail on the head as he's always a Johnnie on the job at everything he undertakes. If it can be done Brainard will do it. Every man who retires from business does not do so because he has accumulated a sufficiency to live on, but he does so to get an opportunity to earn a sufficiency to live on. According to a story that is going the rounds of the press, amateurs made Woodrow Wilson president of the United States, which, if true, justifies our suspicions of him being an amateur president. While a bad memory may often keep you out of trouble, it just as often gets some body else in trouble. In other words, your bad memory saves your own guilty hide and substitutes that of the other fellow. In finding Harry Kittoe not guilty it occurs to us that sickly sentiment played a conspicuous part in the jury reaching its conclusion. Of course W. S. Lincoln is fully qualified to act as port commissioner for he himself has told us so and could better proof be offered since he is dead dying for the job. Lansing is said to be becoming secretary of state in fact and doing things on his own initiative. Perfectly natural, President Wilson is too sick to, as usual, act for him. If the next National Republican Convention is made up of uninstructed delegates it is our prediction that an almost unheard of man will be nominated for president. From the large registration for the Port and School election December 2nd uneasy lies the head that wears the crown and I. W. W.ism smiles knowingly. Seattle may need a landing place for airplanes, but she is in no need of such just now as the planes are giving her the grand go by. If marriage licenses come any higher in the long run than they now do it would be just as well to call the whole marrying business off. "Success is beating the other fellow to it," writes a cynic. Not altogether, but the manner in which you handle your case after beating him to it. There will be a "race problem" in this country as long as an "ought is an ought and a figer is a figer; all for de white man and de nigger," reigns king. Now if capital will only follow in the wake of labor and go on a strike chaos good and true will reign supreme and your Uncle Sam will be in one "Hell of a fix." For centuries the man with the money has had the man with the home guessing, but its the man with the money that's doing the guessing just now. When last heard of Col Roscoe Simmons had returned to his own and was speaking in Memphis, Tennessee and was doubtless making the welkin ring. In spite of the fact Seattle is absolutely without a pro-German sentiment, yet the German flue continues to hang round. "What the world needs" is for persons writing and talking under such captions to get off the yearth. COLORED LITERATURE Books, Magazines, Eastern Periodicals. High-brow Toilet Articles. First Class Tonsorial Articles at Tutt's Shop, 300 Main Street. P. FRAZIER Real Estate, Insurance, Collections. 316 Pacific Block, Seattle Main 4554. J. W. EDMUNDS, OPH. D., Graduate Op- Eye Specialist. Personal attention given in Eye examinations for Glasses. Fifteen years in Seattle. Balcony, Fraser-Paterson Co. RICHARDSON'S UNDERTAKING PARLORS Embalmer and Funeral Director 1216-18 Jackson Street Coffice, Beacon 103; Res., Main 5610 The Grand Opening of the ATLAS POOL HALL Is Announced, with BOB DISHMORE, Proprietor, M. C. 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Alfred Lewis, Funeral Director 1215 East Marion St., Seattle For Tobacco Prohibition Having received a four bit check the other day from one who seemed to be favorably impressed with the utterances of Cayton's Weekly and had sent this magnificent contribution in order to keep the home fires burning, I strolled into one of Seattle's leading banks to cash the same and after having been identified and getting the coin I was much impressed with the push and bustle of the institution, but as I wended my way toward the door to make my exit I glanced at the long roster of high dignitaries of the bank and I was much surprised to observe every one of them pulling away at great cigars and puffing its fumes into the faces of the persons they were doing business with, never taking the weed from their mouths as they talked. It certainly looked vulgar and yea verily was vulgar and if for no other reason I would sign a petition for tobacco prohibition. It maybe a mark of mental distinction to sit at a mahogany desk smoking fine cigars while doing business with your fellowman, but it is often quite nausiating to the one you happen to be talking to. Watch Seattle Grow Speaking about the magnificent banking houses of Seattle, which have kept growth with the city, reminds me of an incident one day this week, which more or less embarrassed me. Having a check on a certain bank, the head of which, I have known and done business with for the past thirty years, I went in to get it cashed, but the paying teller refused to hand over the coin until I had been identified by some one in the employ of the bank. "Everybody knows me," I snapped, and started out to get an O. K., but no one could I find that remembered of ever having seen me before. The head of the bank was out to lunch as were other officials with whom I was acquainted. I stood around for a few minutes expecting some one to show up, but no one did so and I left the room more or less humiliated, but I returned later and had no trouble in getting my dough, I related the incidene to a teller and he curtly replied, that but shows you how Seattle is growing. New faces are coming to the surface every hour, yea every minute, while just as many of the old timers like yours are passing from the scenes of active life', and he hurriedly reached for the other fellows check. Wanting Good Things. Down in Kansas City, when that berg was in its infancy two country colored lads from the Ozark Mountains ran over to the big city to see the sights. Now those fellows were as innocent as the turtle doves they had so often heard mourn in the tree tops, but quite green enough to grow. They had heard much of the fame of Tom and Jerry with quail on toast and since the high class eating emporiums drew no color line they strolled into one of those gilded palaces and after putting on a lot of assumed dog very imposingly gave their order for the celebrated repast. The boys, after partaking of the feast were willing to testify to the toothsomeness of the edibles and very pompously asked, "Whats the bill?" "Twelve dollars and fifty cents," which was no overcharge, was the answer. They stood spell bound for a minute and then began to plead for mercy, as they had but five dollars between them. It prooved a peck of fun for the other guests, who had observed their country airs, and the boys escaped a rough house. Recently I was invited to a banquet, which I glibly accepted, simply because I needed a big feed. I was delighted until another fellow called for two dollars for the banquet feed and, believe me, I was as badly non-plused as were those innocent boys and with no more dough in proportion than they had, and so I begged off to my chagrin. On the Trace of a Democrat Some one among the thousand subscribers to Cayton's Weekly and the five thous- and readers evidently is either a bourbon Democrat or an ardent advocate of Woodrow Wilson, as a copy of the paper published October 18th was torn into giblets with exception of the first paragraph of the article headed Woodrow Wilson, which was marked, with no explanation, and the conglomeration mailed to me in an envelope. The name of the person to whom the paper was addressed was also emasculated and so I was left no clue as to whom such a political curio could be. I however am told that there is such a personage in this country as a Woodrow Wilson Democrat, but search as diligently as I will or may I have not been able to detect one, there however must be one and perhaps more on the order of the one that enclosed the shreded copy of Cayton's Weekly in a large envelope and mailed it to my address, but used every precaution to conceal his or her identity. But yesterday the name of Caesar caused fear and trembling, but today no one is so low to do him honor. Before Mr. Wilson got into the war, which he said he kept us out of, such a procedure as above related might have been excusable, but it certainly is not at this time. Some Do and Some Do Not Publishing a newspaper is the greatest snap I have ever undertaken and I am surprised that there are not a hundred fold more publishers throughout the country than there are. Recently I published what I considered a complimentary notice about a person and I was patiently waiting for a dollar tip, but came nearer getting a hicory tip as the item so enraged the person that a free for all fight seemed eminent. Oil, however, was finally poured on the troubled waters and the pipe of peace was smoked, but with the understanding it would not happen again. I have been so frequently roundly scored for not publishing news items about persons who wanted to see their names in print that this was something of a revelation to me and I wondered how a paper could be published to please the entire public, which problem I have not as yet solved, and if you, dear reader, know a solution, it will be a rgeat panacea to publishers. Now just one at a time. For His Real Worth At a public meeting of recent date held in Seattle when the name of a couple of the colored pastors of the city were proposed for important committee work and their election was urged on the grounds they were preachers, which better fitted them for such duties than the average layman, whereupon another person took exceptions to having preachers on everything that colored folks put forward in the way of uplift work. I listened to both sides of the discussion and have a decided leaning to both. If a preacher is better qualified to do the work that is desired than any layman I favor him doing it and vice versa. I am not for a preacher because he is a preacher, but for him for his actual and real worth. A preacher is but a man the same as the layman and the mere fact he is a preacher neither adds to or detracts from him. All men are born equal and that includes even the preacher. PURELY PERSONAL "In my opinion," said Alonzo D. Peoples. "Roscoe Simmons was in the right church, but the wrong pew, when he lectured in Seattle. If he will do his lecturing in the South and to audiences made up largely of white people he sure would make a hit." Along the same line Eddie Gardner said, "one minute I would think he was the greatest thing that ever came down the pike and the next minute I would conclude he was the worst comouflage I had ever heard try to speak." Officer Graves of the police department has purchased from his mother, Mrs. L. A. Graves, the house and lot at 305 Twenty-second avenue South, and has moved his family therein. "I want to congratulate you on the sentiment expressed by you in Cayton's Weekly concerning Mr. Stone's presidential incumbency of the Seattle Branch of the N. A. A. C. P. and add, it would be fitting, right and proper for the Branch to show some mark of appreciation to him for his labors. To my personal knowledge he spent much of his time and money for the success of the order, and did so without a selfish motive," said Rev. J. B. Barber. A college club consisting of the colored students attending the University of Washington has been organized with Johnny Primm president and Miss Maggie Revels Cayton secretary and the first meeting was held at the residence of Miss Ida Brown last Friday evening. A by-law and constitution as well as a name are to be reported at the next regular meeting. "You have been handing the pronouon I bunch fist fulls of the right dope," said B. F. Tutt. "and I fully agree with all you say. I too could not figure out the talk of Mr. Bass and it almost made me smile, when I read your comment on his speech." As does Mr. Tutt think on this subject, so do others. "Cut out the ego" should be the watch word. "Simmons said more nice things about the business men of our city then any of the noted public lecturers of color that have visited here and spoke to large and enthusiastic audiences, but he must have gotten his lectures mixed up and given the colored folks the one he intended for the white folks," said George Turner, a Seattle old timer. Frank Green, he of much amateur baseball fame in and about Seattle some seven years ago, returned from California a few days ago and announces "um hom agin." Mrs John Green was buried from Lewis & Blackwell's undertaking parlors last Saturday afternoon. "I WALK AND WALK" "How be it with you friend?" he said, "you own a fliver and yet you walk." I have a flivver, not to lend, but to serve five children for their talk. They ride the car from morn til morn and I am only called to furnish the "corn". Of course my children mind me like a charm, when sure they are I mean no harm, but when the corn is low and nothing more for them to blow, they find in me a perfect scold because the flivver is so cold. And so each day and night I walk and walk to find more "corn", my children to conform, that they may ride and ride, their sorrows kill. The wind doth blow, the car doth shake, when down the hill that boy doth take. The heap is soon a perfect wreck that's only worth a modest speck and then he waits and waits and wait until I walk and walk to make more bait, that flivver to unbalk. And when again they ride away I walk and walk to find more pay to sooth their sorrows the next day.—A Fond Father You and your friends are cordially invited to attend a Grand Ball and Entertainment to be given by the EFFICIENCY CLUB Monday Evening, Nov. 3rd, 1919 at Washington Hall, 14th and Fir Street A GOOD TIME ASSURED YOU Music by Mrs. Smith's four-piece Jazz Orchestra Admission 50c C. L. MILLER - Secretary ```markdown ``` STILL GOING UP By Walt Mason The barber trims my golden hair, as he has trimmed a million gents, and murmurs, when I leave his chair, "I've had to raise the price ten cents." I thought, before I sought his cave (one's hopes are always on the blink!), "When I have paid him for a shave, I'll have ten cents to buy a drink. Four fingers of the helpful beer, that is denatured of its kick, the sparkling Bevum, amber clear, will then refresh me pretty quick!" And while the barber grubbed my chin, and mowed the whiskers rich and brown, I thought, with a deilighted grin, of pouring that cold liquid down. For I had eaten salty ham and was so dry I seemed to bake, and cauld I have lain upon a dam, and drunk the contents of a lake. And so my spirits knew a slump, what time the barber dressed my dome; I had to seek the village pump, and drink cheap water without foam. I sought the grocer, worthy skate, and bought of him a pound of prunes, and handed him, with seemly state the customary picayunes. I thought, "Ten kopecks yet remain, and they will buy some fun, I ween, some mild amusement, safe and sane—I'll go and play the slot machine. That punk machine I often buck, and never do I seem to win; and yet today I feel in luck, and so I'll blow the kopecks in." The man who works day after day, to raise the coin to pay the freight, must have some harmless sort of play, or he'll go dippy soon or late. Charles Darwin used to roll a hoop to straighten out his nerves again; Macaulay often looped the loop when he was wearied of his pen. Bill Shakespeare, from his labors free, pitched horseshoes with exceeding vim; and Huxley used to climb a tree, and "skln the cat" upon a limb. Great minds must now and then relax, forsake at times the beastly grind; the man who's always down to tacks will have bog spavins on his mind. So when I'm tired of writing odes, and pulling down the good long green, I throw aside my mental loads, and go and play the slot machine. Such thoughts as these were in my head, as I stood in the grocer's store; I wilted when the grocer said, "These prunes now cost you ten cents more." It was in vain to chew the rag, it was in vain to storm and scold; I went and played a game of tag with children five or six years old. Whenever I have saved a dime to blow for solace or good cheer. I'm up against the heartless crime of some blamed tinhorn profiteer. I'd like to have one good cigar, one soothing weed before I croak; but upward goes the price of tar, and must do without a smoke. I'd ilke to have a lemonade, in which a spike was lightly thrown, but I must buy a garden spade, and that's gone up a half a bone. I'd like to have a silken shirt, to wear on Sunday afternoons, but we must have lawn hose, to squirt, and that's gone up some three doubloons. So I abjure the things I like, and buy the things that cause a frown, and wonder, in the name of Mike, if prices ever will come down. STOLEN FROM THIEVES First Financier—Look here, old man, you mustn't say anything about the fact that we got a couple of million out of that last deal. Second Financier—Why not? They can't get us. "I know, I know: but it's unpatriotic. It only adds to the total volume of unrest." Parke—I see that improper housing conditions were responsible for the recent race riots in Chicago. Lane—I shall have to tell that to my wife Parke—How so? Lane—Why, she has been using my den for a sewing room. "I am sorry to see you in prison," said a visiting pastor to a convict, "but the way of the transgressor is hard." "That's right," growled the convict, "for in this place they make you go to church every Sunday, and that's what I call tuff luck." "Dey talkerbout de high cost of livin', Miss Mary, but law's sakes, it took all my savin's in de bank to bury my man Ike. It's de high cost of dyin' dat's what it is; folks ain't got no right to die while funeral fixin's is so high." A colored woman strenuously objected to a quarantine sign being removed from her house even after the house had been fumigated, which rather puzzled the health officer. "Why, Auntie" exclaimed the officer "what's your objections to me taking the sign down." "Well sah," she answered, "dey ain b'n a bill colector neah dis housesence dat sign went up. You all let it alone." While an old time colored cook was serving a dinner at the home of his former mistress he scratched his head constantly. When the guests had gone she said, "Thad, why do you scratch your head so much? You never stopped all during dinner." "Kase Missus, I's de only one dat knows whah mah haid itches," was his unassuming reply. "Mandy," said the white mistress of a large cotton plantation, to a colored woman thereof, who had four buster boys, but the most polite and well behaved white or black thereabouts, "how did you manage to raise your boys so well?" "Ah'll tell you, missus," replied the colored woman, "ah raise dem boys with a barrel stave, and ah raised em frequently." That's Different "You didn't talk that way before we were married," she said petulantly. "What way?" he asked, frowning. "You said then you'd go through fire and water for me, and now you refuse me money." "But I never said I'd go through bankruptcy for you."—Yonkers Statesman. Cayton's Weekly READABLE RELIABLE REPUBLICAN Will Help You If You Will Help It 303 22nd Ave. So. Beacon 1910 THE NEGRO IS IN IT While traveling this unfriendly world, Your journey you begin it. Before you are at your journey's end, You will find the Negro in it. From North to South. from East to West. Or wherever you begin it; In schools and colleges that is the best. You will find the Negro in it. In every line of sport you tell regardless Who began it, Many of the champions have fought and fell, You found the Negro in it. Whenever a war was ever fought, No matter who began it. Before final victory was ever won, The Negro had to be in it. In the Spanish-American War, The White folks they began it. But before that war was won, The Negro had to be in it. In the Battle of San Juan Hill, The Rough Riders they began it, And Roosevelt would have died that day, If the Negro hadn't been in it. The Negro shot the Spaniard from the trees, And a hot time they began it In order to set the Cubans free The Negro sure was in it. To Buffalo McKinley went to welcome people in it Where prayers were prayed and speech was made And the Negro he was in it. September 6th at Music Hall with thousands thousands in it McKinley fell with an assassins ball, and the Negro jumped right in it. He knocked the murderer to the floor and to beat him he began it. He held him fast and we all know, that the Negro sure was in it. In the great war of wars the Germans they began it. Some prisoners said they would have won today if the Negro hadn't been in it; In the lonesome hills of France, with dirty Germans in it. And in many fierce battle rays with thousands of thousands in it. And many drives the Americans made, the Negro helped to win it. On November 11th when the fighting ceased. And cheering the world began it, Many heroes had died for honor and peace, There was many Negroes in it. With many patriotic songs what was sung The White folks all begin it. But the first war song was wrote of the Regulars in France, The Negro first was in it. Go forth my brother upon your way what ever task you begin it. Prove by your efforts every day that the Negro sure was in it. And when we return to our homes across the Sea The will take our names and send it That when the Americans fought and died for Democracy The Negro sure was in it. Composed by Corporal Burris Alexander Company A 538th Engineers, LeHavre (France) ---