Cayton's Weekly

Cayton's Weekly SEATTLE, WASHINGTON, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 1920 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 15, 1916, at the post office at Seattle, Wash., under the Act of March 3rd, 1916. TELEPHONE: BEACON 3579 Office 317 22nd Ave. South CALDWELL AND THE MAYORALITY Since the mind of man runneth not to the contrary men and women have differed on public questions. One person should entertain no harsh feelings against another for the latter differing from the former on any public policy question. In fact, difference of opinions produce the strongest conclusions. In the present municipal campaign Majah Caldwell has advanced no theory, which, if adopted, might give us a better government than we already have, yea, not only has advanced nothing new, but has acquiesced in what Mayor Fitzgerald has already done. "But," says he, I have more executive ability to conduct the affairs of this city than has Mr. Fitzgerald and therefore the voters should elect me and humiliate the mayor." Who can doubt Mr. Caldwell's statement for has not he himself told us so, and what better authority? Now the Majah has not only not defined any public policy that he will persue in case he is elected mayor of Seattle, but he has absolutely pussy-footed on the execution of the policies, by which the city are now being operated. Caldwell's public policy promises make one think of that piece of jingo, which says, "It wiggled in and wiggled back, who can tell from a snake's track, whether it was going north or coming south." Despite the fact he has spoken almost every night for the past three weeks, what one of the citizens of Seattle can define from his speeches his exact attitude on the question of municipal ownership. In case of an uprising like unto the general strike in Seattle in 1919 has he as yet publicly stated what course he would persue? Would he declare for law and order or for Jimmy Duncan and the radicals of organized labor? No, we do not favor crossing the bridge before we get to it, but we do favor discussing ways and means of crossing the creek in case the bridge is broken down, and yea, many miles before we get to it. The City of Seattle, judging from its actions in the past, is strongly in favor of the city owning such public utilities as she now owns and may be in favor of the city ownership of all public utilities within her gates, which, if true, the voters do not desire to have a chief executive, an unknown quantity on those policies. The City of Seattle has expressed herself in no uncertain words against sympathetic strikes, and, if she is still of a like mind, she does not want a chief executive, who does not fully and freely express himself as being most violently opposed to any such edicts. In dodging all these public policies there is method in Caldwell's madness. If he succeeds in nosing Fitzgerald out and having Duncan as his opponent then he will swell himself all up, as Caldwell can, and shout loud and long about his hundred per cent Americanism and will denounce Jimmy Duncan as a dangerous Red. If on the other hand Duncan is nosed out and Fitzgerald is his opponent he will doubtless continue his public wabbling and thereby fall heir to Duncan's following. To be sure Cald- well is no politician, but just a plain, ordinary office seeker and has not turned his hand one way or the other to bring this situation about, but as has previously been said, he is a mighty clever political plug. The overseas boys in Seattle were of the opinion that when the Kaiser went to the mat for the count that Gen. Ego had been shot to death, but some of them seem to think that he has been reincarnated in Hugh M. Caldwell. Up to the time the Majah decided to be Seattle's next mayor Fitzgerald had apparently served the city with general satisfaction, but Caldwell, in his wisdom, showed the citizens their mistake and is still showing them that he is the logical man for the place and all because he is politically ambitious. EDITORIAL PARAGRAPHS This prison life may all be New to Harry, but he is on his way. Does your tax statement make you wonder what are you going to do when the time comes 'round? "Justice for the poor" is more or less out of the question as they are for the most part punished on account of being poor. It does not pay to make sweeping statements in public that you are not fully prepared to substantiate. We quite agree with Caldwell in that he is no politician, but "believe me" he is some clever manipulator. It begins to look as if Moneyberry instead of Newberry was elected to the U. S. Senate from Michigan. Seattle is undergoing a slight siege of the influenza, which, we truly hope, will soon be lifted. Our sweetest pleasures are those that cost the most, for an example, the owning of an automobile. Few persons, who, under certain circumstances, think they would be happy, ever attain the goal. Its fortunate for Caldwell that the campaign will soon close or he would fret himself to death. Natural enough for Bryan to oppose a military man for president because he is no military man. If you want to read a side splitting farce comedy get hold of a daily paper some two months or more old. The Lincoln Day banquet is attracting an unusual amount of attention this year which must mean that there is a big run on the Abe Lincoln brand of patriotism. Seattle got earthquake shocked the other night, so goes the story, but it may have only been another Japanese still blowing up to destroy its identity. That infant who is suing for injuries received before it was born will probably die before it gets a final decision from the courts. Five entries are now on the gubernatorial bill of fare of this state for the Republican nomination, all of whom seem to be more or less good feeders. On Puget Sound the ground hog got no VOL. IV., No. 34 glimpse of the shadow of itself February 2nd but there are no ground hogs hereabouts to go through with the performance. Despite the fact the editor hereof saw sixty-one years get behind him last Tuesday, yet old age to him is still a thing of the remote future. Mayor Fitzgerald, owing to sickness, has not been able to take any part in the campaign the past week, but he is being ably represented. The promised prosecution of the profiteers on the necessities of life like pie crusts have all been broken, but what more could be expected of a Democratic administration. Should Duncan be elected mayor of Seattle a general sympathetic strike would doubtless be ordered the next week after his inauguration. Having spent the past six months herding jack rabbits Henry Gregg, for twenty-one years dog herder of Seattle, is not near so bulky as he once was. With Lieutenant Roston and Editor Debow supporting Jimmy Duncan for mayor the little fellow seems to be dead certain of three votes. That Chicago girl who maintains herself, keeps a horse and a motor car on a $25 per week salary must have her horse feast on her beauty and have her car fear her curses to keep in good repair. Discussing the merits and demerits of the Seattle mayoralty candidates was estopped in the King County Colored Republican Club to give the executive committee a chance to make further investigation. From what we see in the Business Chronicle of Seattle the bankers and capitalists are the only openly avowed advocates of 100 per cent Americans in this country and yet others have fought nobly for the cause. Owning an automobile is, we admit, an expensive luxury and many persons have them that are far from being able to afford them, but if we defer owning one until we are able to afford one then we will never have one. It is the concensus of opinion of those who attended the Masonic banquet last Tuesday evening at Madrona Hall that it was one of the most unique affairs that has been pulled off in this city for a good many moons. Next Sunday afternoon at the Afro-American Hall, 2613 East Madison the King County Colored Republican Club will hear the report of its executive committee on the fitness, from its view point, of the mayoralty aspirants in Seattle. Because the Lincoln League is to become a Republican adjunct the Rev. D. A. Graham refuses to attend its sessions as a delegate from Seattle. Of course its Republican and bearing the name that it does, it would be a misnomer if it were not Republican and an adjunct to the G. O. P. It is said that the Beast of Berlin relit the lamp of destruction when Clemenceau went to defeat for the presidency of his country and thus is it that those who do the most for their country are the least appreciated if they happen to want something for themselves. ```markdown ``` Its a mistaken idea on your part that, if you do not play ball there will be no game. No one is so expert at any game that there is nothing doing unless he or she takes part. Keep in mind that if you die today your place will be filled tomorrow and you will be forgotten the third day. There seems to be little or no doubt but that every colored voter in the city will give Bob Hesketh a vote and all because he accords the colored man the same consideration as the white man. In other words, all men look alike to Bob, especially in his official capacity. As difficult as it may seem to be to sleep in a berth of a sleeping car enruote, yet the passengers on an N. P. from Portland, the other night, slept so soundly that they lost the most of their valuables. That's a splendid "ad" for the N. P. and it should reimburse all of those who lost. We have decided to employ Tom Murphine, if he leaves the employ of the city, if it be a fact that he can juggle figures so as to make one's creditors believe they have theirs when in fact they have not. Caldwell says that is what Murphine is doing and Caldwell tells the truth.. Like the other daily papers the Union Record, when a Negro is in questoin, lets its readers know the malefactor is a Negro and repeats the designation anywhere from a half to a dozen times in a two-inch article to impress it upon the minds of its readers that the malefactor was actually a Negro, and the very audacity. Jimmie Duncan may be just as true a patriot as Fitzgerald claims to be, but we have never as yet heard Duncan deny being one of the prime movers in the general sympathetic strike that was pulled off last spring, and to our mind a more unpatriotic act was never before attempted either in this or any other country. In his more youthful days Bryan's "cross of gold" speech made of him the most talked about man in the world, but for thirty years thereafter he was all but forgotten. He, however, objects to being Oslerized and so in his ripe old age he rises out of the oblivion of the past and sets the world to talking about him no less strenuously than it did in his early manhood. If President Wilson will take our advice he will not return the railroads to their former alleged owners, but will pay them a fair price for the same and operate the roads under government supervision. The country has suffered enough on account of the sculduggery of the railroad magnates and now that the government has an opportunity to remedy that long standing evil it should not hesitate to do so. In this issue of Cayton's Weekly is to be found the card of W. D. Lane for Councilman. Mr. Lane is and has always been a staunch friend of the colored man and the colored man in this country is in no position to overlook a real friend. Mr. Lane is being censured for having spoken at a Hulet M. Wells meeting. May, perhaps, that was indiscreet, but, in our opinion, Lane is as zealous a patriot as the United States boasts of. Perhaps the man who wrote the excerpt below did not have the Seattle daily Times in mind, but if he did not then the morning misfit, about which he wrote, must be a twin brother to the Seattle Evening Times; it runs like this: The editor of The Morning Misfit is about as big a joks in the newspaper field as was ever plucked by the political pirates of this State from the anti-American shadow-ways of a big city. A misfit and a menace to any community, he and his State-shamnig, State-wrecking bosses should be deported.—Fargo Post. It fits the situation to a ty and he must have meant the Times. Cayton's Weekly telephone Beacon 3579. AUSTRALIA'S 15 ECONOMIC POINTS SYDNEY, New South Wales—The Employers Federation has issued its annual report. It states that strikes during the last six years represented a loss in wages of £5,000,000, and in production of £10,-000,000. The strikes numbered 2153. Of these 1411 were in New South Wales and 742 in the other states. Of the 602,716 workers involved, 458,370 were citizens of New South Wales. Mr. W. Brooks, in his presidential address to the federation, enumerated, as under, 15 points of social economy which he considered axiomatic and inescapable: 1. Under any economic or industrial system, men and women must inevitably continue to work for wages. 2. Some workers must always be paid more wages than other workers, either owing to special ability or the class of work performed. 3. No worker can continuously be paid wages that he does not earn. 4. The value of the work must be controlled by the salable value of the articles produced. 5. In order to promote industrial development and provide work, the nation must continue to depend upon its intellectual citizens. 6. The community or nation that develops most brain power and inventive genius will be the most prosperous, and brain must inevitably command more reward than mere manual labor. 7. The cost of living is governed by the cost of production, both in regard to primary products and secondary manufactures. 8. Shorter hours of work must increase the cost of all articles, including food and clothing. 9. The maximum output in the hours worked will result in cheapening the article produced, as the cost of production inevitably governs the selling price. 10. Capitalism (or the accumulation of wealth) can never be abolished, for some men will always earn and save more money than other men. 11. Private enterprise involves not only the control of established businesses, but also the risking of capital and personal effort in the promotion and establishment of new industrial enterprises. 12. The community cannot expect cheap bread, meat, and other foods at the expense of the farmer and grazier. 13. The only possible way for workers to secure a substantial increase in wages without a corresponding increase in cost of living, is by increasing output. 14. Men and women in a free country cannot be prevented from saving money and acquiring property. 15. Without hope of profit there would be less industrial development, less employment, lower wages, and higher cost of living.—Christian Science Monitor. WEARINESS Bv Walt Mason I am tired of uplift writers who are preaching all the time, telling us poor erring blighters how to make our lives sublime. For the writers are reclining, each one in his esay chair, and for them the sun is shining, and they have some coin to spare; they don't wilt their glossy collors packing hod or turning wheel, and they draw a million dollars for a little uplift spiel. They don't milk a bunch of cattle at the breaking of the dawn, or engage in earnest battle with a mower on the lawn. No, they sit on seats of satin, writing things that fairly shriek, and they dish up bughouse Latin with a dash of dippy Greek. And they chide the man who hollers underneath a grievous load, and they draw a million dollars for an essay or an ode. I am tired of all reformers who'd reform at any cost; all the loud and tireless stormers who would make this world a frost. Ever higher, ever higher they are throwing bricks and rocks; and they'd rob me of my brier and my old tobacco box. They have pinched the old brown bottle that was hid behind the shed, and the demijohn of wattle, leaving hydrant juice instead; and although my nose is bleaching, I'm a stranger to delight, for they're always preaching, preaching, and they spoil my rest at night. From my couch of plush and ermine I am dragged at daybreak dank, to enjoy an endless sermon from a loud and locoed crank. Though our sins be bay or sorrel they would wash them whitie as snow, with their soap that's labeled "Moral," preaching always as they go. They would censor all our pleasures, they would edit all our joys, and would load us down with measures framed up by the spotless boys. I am strong for all that's decent, I stand up for all that's fine; but the righteous wave so recent is a bit too rich for mine I am tired of horse-leech daughters who are always crying "Give!" And I'd like to swat with swatters all such damsels, as I live. When the war was raging dourly in the dark and stricken lands, we were asked for kopecks hourly, and we gave with willing hands. Some new "drive" each day was started, for some purpose near or far, and we dug up, cheery hearted, like the dead game sports we are. Oh, I think our course was splendid, coughing up to beat our foes; but the war is done and ended, and our strong-box needs repose. We should have a pair of chances to recuperate a while, to improve our circumstances and accumulate a pile. But the daughters of the leeches, they are ever at the door, saying, "Go down in your breeches! Dig, and dig, and dig some more! Help to make the world more sunny, boost each drive, whene'er it comes; now we need a lot of money for a Home for Busted Bums!" Does it make you weary, brother, as it pains and bothers me? I am tired of which and t'other, I'm as weary as can be. LONDON'S SEAGULLS The seagulls, which dip and wheel around the bridges of the Thames each winter, in whirling white flocks, as thick at times as snowflakes, are now as much an accepted part of London's bird-life as "everybody's pigeons" and "nobody's sparrows." Yet, compared with the pigeons and the sparrows—which have been, as the saying is, "from time immemorial"—they are a comparatively modern innovation, for it is said to have been as recently as the severe winter of 1895 that the gulls first came up the river in search of food and "discovered" London. They found it so much to their liking that they have made their appearance every winter since, be it severe or mild. Doubtless the glowing story of London's hospitality, related by the hardy pioneer gulls of 1895; a story telling of sprats and all sorts of dainties actually given away, thrust, so to speak, into your very beak, by the "humans," has been handed down from parent to child, and is the talk of the cliffs by the summer sea. So, when the days begin to "draw in," the children take wing for this delectable London, where a gull may live the life of ease and plenty. “Why are you crying, my little dear?” Don't you want to go sailing on this nice boat?” “No, I don't. The man said there would be a spanking breeze.”—Baltimore American. “Dolson's wife is an awful talker. How does he get on so well with her?” “He's a good listener.”—Life. PETER H. BURGESS Candidate for Re-Election Primary Feb. 17, 1920 Election March 2, 1920 THE PASSING THRONG The one-day session of the grand lodge of the Masons of Washington and its convention was held last Tuesday and is attended by J. C. Logan, Edward Rush and Mac Oliver, Portland; Henry Berry, J. A. Nelson, Clarence Rounds, E. Lumpkins, Tacoma; J. E. Sheppard, W. J. Morrison, Roslyn; John G. Hall Rev. J. A. Duncan, Ellensburg; A. Mugg and W. L. Perkins, Yakima; H. Lump, Spokane; Thomas Jefferson, New Haven, M. E. Bird, E. H. Williams, E. Morton, Everett; J. B. White, William Ellis, Bellingham; Edie Garrill Howard Brown of Seattle. The man was presided over by E. H. Holmes and master. At the conclusion of the session of the grand lodge a banquet was held in honor of the recently made man of Seattle. "Why, there is Henry Gregg," said he, and to me as we were walking down the street, and I involuntarily said, "come on," and gave a distress whistle for her. Of course my Don is dead and is without, but for twenty-one years, I am keeping an eye peeled for that dog catcher, lest he get my dog and should have the measley sum of one day pay for dog license for that cannough Gregg is no longer connected with the dog pond the unexpected mention of his name so startled me that I found myself trying to protect an imaginative Henry grinned when I whistled for my dog tried to locate it to keep the catcher from it and said: "Oh, g'wan, you is dead, and um no dog catcher is busy, but all of this reminds me that I forgot myself and one day was walking through the sage brush in orchard down in the Yakima Valley when a jack rabbit began to hot foot at me and in the twinkling of an eye was up and after the bugger and boy I had it for dinner the next day. Now Henry is a giant both in strength and in told him the following story: five year old kid boy asked me of something about which I did not care to tell I replied, "I do not know," when asked at me and coolly replied to my evener, "Papa, you know that I know lying." No I did not skin that dog and all because his mother conveys that the boy was only joking. He did not laugh heartily over the joke and expect that he had a sneaking idea that was no joke with me. Whoever wrote, "One half of the world is not know what the other half is," said a whole mouthful, but did not it. In the past I had listened to such bieking among the members of various uplift organizations among the old citizens of this community that I had reached the conclusion that in Seoul the spirit of rivalry and jealousy and selfless had about swamped us and I had all reached the conclusion, one how for himself and the devil take derermost one. However, I selfishly tried to visit the monthly meeting of ourner Truth Club last Tuesday even sat myself down in a critical mood, sitting all the time to witness the wail dick, pull devil scence, that I have You Are Welcome The one-day session of the grand lodge of the Masons of Washington and jurisdiction was held last Tuesday and was attended by J. C. Logan, Edward Rutherford and Mac Oliver, Portland; Henry J. Asberry, J. A. Nelson, Clarence Rounds and J. Lumpkins, Tacoma; J. E. Shepperson and W. J. Morrison, Roslyn; John Golden and Rev. J. A. Duncan, Ellensburg; A. J. Bragg and W. L. Perkins, Yakima; R. E. Crump, Spokane; Thomas Jefferson, Newton Solomon, M. E. Bird, E. H. Williams and J. E. Morton, Everett; J. B. White and William Ellis, Bellingham; Edie Gardner and Howard Brown of Seattle. The session was presided over by E. H. Holmes, grand master. At the conclusion of the session of the grand lodge a banquet was served in honor of the recently made lodge of Seattle. * * * "Why, there is Henry Gregg," said a friend to me as we were walking down the street, and I involuntarily said, "come here Don," and gave a distress whistle for my dog. Of course my Don is dead and I am dogless, but for twenty-one years, I had been keeping an eye peeled for that darn dog catcher, lest he get my dog and I would have the measley sum of one dollar to pay for dog license for that canine. Thuogh Gregg is no longer connected with the dog pond the unexpected mention of his name so startled me that I found myself trying to protect an imaginative dog. Henry grinned when I whistled for my dog and tried to locate it to keep the dog catcher from it and said: "Oh, g'wan, your dog is dead, and um no dog catcher anyway, but all of this reminds me that I was dog catcher so long and chased so many dogs that I forgot myself and one day I was walking through the sage brush near my orchard down in the Yakima Valley, when a jack rabbit began to hot foot it in front of me and in the twinkling of an eye I was up and after the bugger and believe me, I had it for dinner the next day." Now Henry is a giant both in strength and stature, but I looked him straight in the eye and told him the following story: "My twelve year old kid boy asked me of something about which I did not care to talk and I replied, "I do not know," when he looked at me and cooly replied to my evasive answer, "Papa, you know that I know you are lying." No I did not skin that little skamp and all because his mother convinced me that the boy was only joking. Henry did not laugh heartily over the joke and I suspect that he had a sneaking idea that it was no joke with me. *** Whoever wrote, "One half of the world does not know what the other half is doing," said a whole mouthful, but did not know it. In the past I had listened to so much bickering among the members of the various uplift organizations among the colored citizens of this community that I had about reached the conclusion that in Seattle the spirit of rivalry and jealousy among ourselves had about swamped us and that we had all reached the conclusion, every fellow for himself and the devil take the hindermost one. However, I selfishly decided to visit the monthly meeting of the Sojourner Truth Club last Tuesday evening and sat myself down in a critical mood, expecting all the time to witness the usual pull dick, pull devil scence, that I have so GREAT NORTHERN POOL AND BILLIARD HALL Cigars, Tobacco and Soft Drinks. BOYD & WILLIAMS, Props. 1032 Jackson St. often met in similar public meetings, but I soon discovered that I was in the right church, but in the wrong pew. Not one point of order was raised, not one objection was made nor did there seem to be any disposition among any of the members to best any other in the proceedings. In other words, everybody seemed to be of one mind and wanted to do that which would spell success. Every report showed careful, painstaking united work. Of course the financial end of the organization impressed me most. With one accord the membership has planned to liquidate a $6000 indebtedness on the home they, some one year ago, purchased and by June the first occupy the same and thereby culminate the efforts they set out to do. All of it was not only a surprise to me, but a revelation and I left that meeting convinced beyond a reasonable doubt that things were not as dark as they some times seem. Here is an organization looking to its own kith and kin for support and planning to so utilize whatever is contributed for the protection of the women folk of its kith and kin, who need it, and it is leaning heavily on themselves to accomplish their heart's desire. A home for girls and for women away from home is a most laudable undertaking and if the Almighty causes stars to be placed in the crowns of those who accomplish the most in this world, then no brighter star will ever be placed in the crown of anyone than the Sojourner Truth Club House one which represents the work that we do for the relief and comfort of our fellowman. The drive the club has already begun in order to be ready to open its home by the 1st day of June, has been well planned and I can not see how it can fail and I take this opportunity to say to the readers of Cayton's Weekly, you would do well to investigate the work of the ladies of the Sojourner Truth Club is doing and if you do I have no doubt but that you, like me, will be convinced that there is a brighter day ahead. The official roster of the club is: Mrs. Clara J. Bonner, president; Mrs. Hattie J. Oliver, vice-president; Mrs. Ida Wilson, recording secretary; Bennett Dorn, corresponding secretary, and Dell Whicker, treasurer. *** For the past thirty years I have known R. Sartori, one of the candidates for the three year term in the city council of Seattle, and I have always found him on the square and in the open. I was introduced to Mr. Sartori by J. Edward Hawkins, who was admired by all who knew him, and he said to me after we had walked away from Sartori, "Cayton, there is a man that is a man, every inch of him, and he sees all other men through the very same glasses. I have known him since I have lived in Seattle and though I have often been in his place of business he has not only treated me just as courteously as the wealthiest and whitest man that ever patronized him, but on many occasions has gone out of his way to make it pleasant for me, and in times of need, he is always there with the goods." If Hawkins was alive today I feel safe in saying he would be strong for Sartori for councilman. Mr. Sartori is one of the very successful business men of Seattle and I feel safe in saying if elected to the council, he will seek to give the city a no less business administration than he has his own affairs, and one other thing he will do, the colored man will receive the same consideration as the white man. So far as I am concerned I am always strong for the man that is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. I have no use for a man that slobbers over me when he wants something and especially an office, and then shuts up like a clam as soon as he gets what he wants. Should Sartori be elected a member of the city council and a committee of colored citizens call upon him to suppress a public injustice, that was being practiced upon the colored citizens of the community, as far as his official capacity would permit he would do his best. In other words, he is one man you and I and all of us can safely trust to the limit. The Waiters and Waitresses' Association will be a wonderful help to the community and most especially the waiter and the waitress. As it not only procures employment but is protective by furnishing a physician in case of illness as well as a funeral in the event of death. This organization will be supported by a very large membership. The fees are reasonable. $5.00 for membership and $1.00 per month dues. Send your application today. All waiters and waitresses are invited to attend a special meeting Wednesday, February 11 at 304 Crary Building, corner 5th and Union, 8:30 to 10. Jerome Covington, president; James Titus Dyal, vice-president; K. W. Anderson, treasurer; Dr. C. F. Maxwell, association's physician, chairman executive board; Miss A. Howard, chairman Ladies Department; Miss A. Carr, stenographer; Dr. Arthur Williams, secretary, 304 Crary Bldg.; H. Alfred Lewis, assistant secretary. CALDWELL'S SOLILOQUY Nothing have I sa cause me to regret, in who'l be called upon paign act, that will ma I've played the game run and jump across man bluff I've also run I too have cried. of the day, I've dodg am gray. So I'm plum from any one w meet and fight me at finish the election rol opponent is, the Russ "biz", but if it's Dun Glory then will be my I've tried to trim my of any rim, but, in ca Jim Bradford I will s can and his clan to man. Nothing have I said as yet, that we cause me to regret, in case I am one of two who'll be called upon to do, the final callign act, that will make the mayor in fact have played the game of hide and seek an arm and jump across the creek; old bliss an bluff I've also tried and run, she can I too have cried. The municipal issue of the day, I've dodged and ducked till I'm gray. So I'm prepared to pluck the rum from any one who chance to come, feet and fight me at the polls, and there willish the election rolls. If Fitzgerald my opponent is, the Russian Reds will do the "coiz", but if it's Duncan I must fight. Our glory then will be my light. In other words I've tried to trim my sails to fit the shape any rim, but, in case I fail to land, lie I'm Bradford I will stand, for Jimmy Duncan and his clan to be Seattle's foremost man. Nothing have I said as yet, that will cause me to regret, in case I am one of two, who'll be called upon to do, the final campaign act, that will make the mayor in fact. I've played the game of hide and seek and run and jump across the creek; old blind man bluff I've also tried and run, sheep run I too have cried. The municipal issues of the day, I've dodged and ducked till I am gray. So I'm prepared to pluck the plum from any one who chance to come, to meet and fight me at the polls, and thereby finish the election rolls. If Fitzgerald my opponent is, the Russian Reds will do the "biz", but if it's Duncan I must fight, Old Glory then will be my light. In other words I've tried to trim my sails to fit the shape of any rim, but, in case I fail to land, like Jim Bradford I will stand, for Jimmy Duncan and his clan to be Seattle's foremost man. ROBERT B. HESKETH ROBERT B. MERRY-MAKE CL MERRY-MAKERS PLEASURE CLUB Will Give a Plain, Fancy Dress and Masquerade Ball Celebrating Washington's Birthday Celebrating Washington's Birthday Monday Eve., Feb. 23, 1920—All Night at Washington Hall, 14th and Fir Prizes for Ladies and Gentlemen COMMITTEE—James Titus Dial, Chairman; F. M. Gordon, Jerome Covington, W. Sanders, A. Purnell, T. Taylor; Leroy Bundy, Floor Manager. Music by Mrs. Smith's Full Orchestra Subscription 50c COMMITTEE—James Titus Dial, Chairman; F. M. Gordon, Jerome Covington, W. Sanders, A. Purnell, T. Taylor; Leroy Bundy, Floor Manager. Music by Mrs. Smith's Full Orchestra Subscription 50c as yet, that will ease I am one of two to do, the final can be the mayor in fact of hide and seek and the creek; old blindied and run, sheer. The municipal issue and ducked till it prepared to pluck the chance to come, to the polls, and thereby. If Fitzgerald my man Reds will do the man I must fight, Old eight. In other words, sails to fit the shape I fail to land, like land, for Jimmy Dunn the Seattle's foremost Your support Solicited For Re-Election as COUNCILMAN (Three Year Term) Primary Feb. 17 Service—Satisfaction Co-Operation (Paid Advertisement) Washington's day nes Titus Dial, Lodon, Jerome Cov- A. Purnell, T. y, Floor Manager. 's Full Orchestra on 50c * * * . ```markdown ``` PURELY PERSONAL Mr. Russell Smith has been seriously ill with the flu the past wek, but is improving. Mr. Henry J. Asberry, a Tacoma pioneer, was among those visiting the city this week. Mr. James E. Shepperson, after a two-weeks stay in the city, has returned to his home in Roslyn. Mr. C. A. Davis of Everett was in the city the past week and enjoyed the hospitalities of friends. Mrs. W. H. Wilson was relieved of her spare change last Sunday evening by a brace of hold-ups. Rev. J. A. Nelson of Tacoma was among those who attended the one-day session of the grand lodge of Masons last Tuesday. Mr. John T. Gayton will have charge of the cloak room at the Lincoln Day banquet given by the Young Men's Republican Club. Comfortable rooms to rent. Two car lines near. 1634 Nineteenth Avenue. Phone Rainier 274-W. Miss Madge R. Cayton, a university student. is suffering of a slight attack of inflammatory rheumatism. Mr. Thomas Jefferson, grand secretary of the Masonic Grand Lodge of this state, attended the one-day session of the grand lodge last Tuesday. Mr. nad Mrs. Henry Gregg of Grandview, Washington, visited in the city for a week and left for their home last Tuesday. While in the city they disposed of their former home. Miss Gwendolyn Roston and Miss Theodosia Clark are among the twenty-fifth graduation class of Wilson's Business College, the eexreises for which were held last Thursday evening. Dr. Cardwell's preamble and resolution at the King County Colored Republican Club were timely and to the point, but dollars to doughnuts each one of the mayorality candidates will give the committee the same answer. STOLEN FROM THIEVES Edith (showing her photograph)—Horrible, isn't it? Marie—But a very good likeness.—Dallas News. "Get any offers to exchange goods for your gross of corkscrews?" One from a music publisher. He offered in exchange a bale of drinking songs."—Louisville Courier-Journal. Young Woman (soulfully)—Life is one grand, sweet song. Old Bach (dolefully)—Yes, but some of us have very poor voices.—Cleveland Press. "Don't eat too much sugar," said the doctor. "You're behind hand," replied the patient. "The grocer said that several hours ago."—Washington Star. "Is your apartment building fireproof?" "To some extent. Nothing the janitor does in the way of fire makes any impression whatever."—Washington Star. "Did Mayme accept the college professor?" "No; she wanted an automobile and a diamond necklace, so she married the skilled day laborer."—Baltimore American. Wife—Don't you think, dear, it would have been better to look up that cook's references? Hub—Heavens, no! They might not have been satisfactory. — Houston Chronicle. 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. "Yes," said the vaudevile performer, "I sing my own songs." "Would you accept a word of advice?" "Of course." "Let some one else sing 'em."—Louisville Courier-Journal. "Do you have much trouble when you are saying your lessons in school, Tommie?" "Yes, sir." "What seems to trouble you most?" "The teacher, sir."—Yonkers Statesman. "A person should always think before he speaks.' "Yes," murmured Miss Cayenne; "but some of us are so much better equipped with the facility for speaking."—Washington Star. "Did the play have a happy ending?" "Well, the heroine was kissing the hero as the curtain started down, but I saw her kick him on the shins at the final flop."—Toledo Blade. "Bessie, why don't you try to be a good little girl?" "I do try awfully hard." "But you don't succeed very well." "Why mother, just think how bad I'd be if I didnt try at all."—Life. Mrs. Styles—This is my new hat, Philip. Mr. Styles—Oh yes. Mrs. Styles—Don't you think it is beautifully trimmed? Mr. Styles—Yes, and I suppose I will be when the bill come in.—Yonkers Statesman. "And you say you love me?" "Devotedly." "With the cost of living as high as it is?" "Indeed I do. And when the cost of living comes down, I will prove my love by making you my wife."—Detroit Free Press. THE BOOTBLACK'S REFLECTIONS The London bootblack did a roaring trade during the war. But things are not quite so brisk now that the Canadians, Australians and New Zealanders are no more wanting shoeshines at any time of night or day. And so the bootblack stands patiently by his box and brushes hoping for customers. He is quite willing to converse with anybody who has the time to listen to him, though street corners by the big railway stations —Charing Cross, Victoria—are too bustling for real conversation. But while diving for pennies to pay for getting your shoes cleaned, there is time to hear the bootblack's remarks on the falling off not so much of his own prospects (he is a cheerful soul) but of boot leather. Hardly worth cleaning now, the boots aren't, to his way of thinking. And when the war was on they were something like boots—good government leather—good boots and many of them while the war lasted—but now! Yes, it was a good war for the London bootblack. Good wishes to him for the future. IN THE SUPERIOR COURT OF THE STATE OF Washington, for King County.—In Probate. In the matter of the estate of Frank DeLao, Deceased.—No. 26763. Notice to Creditors. Notice is hereby given that the undersigned has been appointed and has qualified as Executor of the estate of Frank DeLao, Deceased; that all persons having claims against said deceased are hereby required to serve the same, duly verified, on said John DeLao or his 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 first publication of this notice, to-wit, within six months from and after the 7th day of February, 1920, or the same will be barred. Date of first publication February 7th, 1920. JOHN DE LAO, Executor of said Estate. Address 701 Leary Building, Seattle, Washington. E. H. GUIE, Attorney for Estate, 701 Leary Building, Seattle, Wash. February 7th, March 6th, 1920. ATLAS POOL HALL Under New Management Wishes You a Happy New Year FELIX CRANE, Manager 1212 Main Street 1212 Main Street Seattle MRS. L. T. GREEN 1101 Washington St., Seattle, Wash. Phone Main 4573. Hair Culture and Scalp Specialist. Will call at your home if desired. Graduate of Oxford College, St. Louis. ALHAMBRA CASH GROCERY Distributor of Mme. C. J. Walker's Hair and Skin preparations. Mail, postal and express orders promptly filled. 1201-3 Jackson St., Seattle, Wash. FURNISHED ROOMS 317 22nd Ave. So. Rooms large and commodious, on car line, but walking distance. MRS. S. R. CAYTON 317 22nd Ave. So. 1000 1000 Thousands of Barrels of Refreshing, Exhilerating, Intoxicating Music Poured Out Nightly at the Entertainer's Cabaret 1238 Main Street By the Best SYNCOPATED ORCHESTRA on the Coast DON'T MISS IT ENTERTAINER'S CABARET SANDERS & COMPANY LOANS NEGOTIATED 1003-1004 L. C. Smith Building Office Hours From 8:30 A. M. to 5:30 P. M. Seattle, Wash. Elliott 4662 Phone East 179 Calls Made Promptly Day or Night LEWIS & BLACKWELL FUNERAL DIRECTORS and EMBALMERS H. Alfred Lewis, Funeral Director 1215 East Marion St., Seattle CAYTON'S WEEKLY (Office 303 22nd Ave. South) Regular, Reliable, Republican, Readable Wants 500 New Subscribers This is a Sample of what it sends out Every Week No Friends to Reward or Enemies to Punish A Publication of Ideas Rather Than Personalities Read for Yourself and Be Convinced Cayton's Weekly telephone Beacon 3579.