Cayton's Weekly

Cayton's Weekly --- 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, Wash., under the Act of March 3rd, 1916. TELEPHONE: BEACON 3579 Office 317 22nd Ave. South CONSIDER THYSELF There is no doubt but that the colored citizens of this country suffer a great deal from what may be termed the sins of commission on the part of the white citizens, but it is an undeniable fact that many of their troubles are due to their own sins of omission. For an example, whatever is is, so far as they are concerned, and they accept such goods as the gods provide and complain if a sufficiency is not provided. In other words, unless some one gives them jobs they wont have jobs. To illustrate, it is variously estimated that there are upwards of 5,000 colored persons in Seattle. It is also variously estimated that there are upwards of or about 8,000 Japanese in and about Seattle. Now this, after all, is the colored man's home and he is thoroughly conversant with the customs of this country and those of them who have gone into business have been patronized to a greater extent by white citizens than by the colored citizens themselves, and yet there is but one commercial establishment of any business proportions and but three others of a more or less diminutive proportion in all Seattle. These 5,000 persons buy goods, chattels and various household necessities each year that run into the millions of dollars, and yet but a small proportion is sold by colored persons. They complain from time to time because the stores and counting houses do not give their boys and girls employment, and, be it remembered, none of them are employed in the business houses, and yet they seem to put forward no effort to create places for themselves. With but one exception not a single colored man has moved to the suburbs of the city with the view of producing for sale No, he waits for the other fellow to create a job and then send for him to fill the same. Twenty years ago, as the writer now remembers, there were not to exceed a half dozen commercial establishments in Seattle under the supervision of or owned outright by Japanese, but at present there are six banks and perhaps 500 different kinds of commercial establishments owned and operated by Japanese. They control the vegetable markets of the city, and, as has been previously said in these columns, if the 8,000 or more Japanese now living in Seattle should suddenly sail for another country, temporarily Seattle would actually go hungry and the labor market would be all shot to pieces, which is to say, the Japanese are necessary to the continued prosperity of the Northwest. While many of their number have sought and accepted positions and jobs, still others were industriously working to make jobs for themselves and have succeeded beyond expectations. Show us one young colored man in Seattle under the age of twenty that is studying or working with any definite purpose in view and we will show you a human wonder. They go to school to avoid work in the day and form plans for the evening's entertainment. This is a world of work, and whoever fails to do his or her duty is not only a drone, but a drawback to its onward march. There will always be unfriendly relations between races and classes of the human family when one race or class makes no effort to protect itself, but falls back upon that false philosophy, "the world owes me a living and has me to pay." The fact of the matter is all manner of man owes the world for being permitted to feast and fatten on it and unless the debt is paid the debtor wil be the sufferer ELECT CALDWELLISM The ego of Hugh M. Caldwell to the contrary notwithstanding yet we are still of the opinion that, his election means greater benefits for the City of Seattle than that of Duncan. If you love your city less and Duncan more vote for him for mayor, but if you love your city more and Caldwel less, then vote for Caldwell. Seattle is in no position to experiment in the shape of mayors, which it will do if it elects Duncan next Tuesday. Per se Duncan is a most likeable fellow and we believe would live up to all of his promises and believing that fully explains why, from a commercial standpoint, its to the city's best interest that Caldwell, despite his top heavy ego, be elected in preference to Duncan. YOUR AUTO LICENSE Your auto license, Mister Man, is now the thing for you to can, if you desire the streets to star, in your imposing auto car. Your time expires on March the first, so don't forget to tap your purse; to pay the license for your heap or greater trouble will you reap. I tried it once and got the gaft and felt as though it was a graft, but Brinker said, "it is the law," and so I quickly came to taw. It wasn't the law that made me sad but parting from my extra sead. So to avoid the double deal, play safe to day and skin your reel. This law was made to give you ease while riding by the great fir trees, and while I think the grafters get the lion's share of the license tet, for building roads for county boards, which makes them look like Henry Fords, yet after all it means a lot, to have good roads on which to trot. So, Mister Man, your license pay, although it takes a lot of hay. It means that you can rise and shine, and go a shouting down the line, on Sundays and on Mondays too, when you have nothing else to do. Of course, you'll never miss the gold, when you're told you're twice as old, but the comfort which you will get will save you from a grouchy fret, and cause your life to reach the bend where centenarians await the end. I recommend, your license pay, and live a year within a day, without the fear of what you hear about the cop, who is so near. Archaeologists contend that drawings of human beings and animals in ancient caves in France prove that man was right-handed as long ago as the stone age. Cayton's Weekly telephone Beacon 3579. VOL. IV., No. 37 EDITORIAL PARAGRAPHS. The governor of New Jersey is continuing to make of himself a non compos mentis. That felow who stole his two little girls came dangerously close to concealing them. A unification of the three great branches of colored Methodism seems almost assured. There seems to be little or no doubt but that recent Michigan rebellion was a mere matter of moonshine. The railroads may be returned to the corporation hogs, but 'believe me' there will be things doing before they are. Of course Hoover will never be President, but he got a front page feature and that's a big thing, at least for his vanity bump. Moses HH. Jones of Dayton, Ohio, is dead and left an estate of $35,000. He was an attorney at law. The Lincoln bank of Chicago recently experienced a three days run, but weathered the storm. Changing Mt. Rainier to Mt. Washington is more or less patriotic but the change proposer had better steer clear of Mt. Tacoma. Don't get alarmed about your car, as it wont get you very far, from your original starting place, where first you found your lucky ace. Fish stories are not necessarily "fishy," nor "fishy" stories not necessarily fish stories, but who tells either one of them looks foolish while telling one. Caldwell doubtless does not need any of Fitzgerald's votes and yet there is nothing gained by speaking indifferently about them. These are times when, what it requires to keep soul and body united, costs more than the body can possibly produce, hence Old Suicide is reaping a harvest Seventeen Democrats were elected aldermen of Chicago the other day in a nonpartisan election, but the balance of the twenty-six were elected without designation. According to a recent report Irish potatoes are to be the chief crop of King county the present year which sounds good to the spud lover All preachers are not deceivers nor are all deceivers preachers, but there are more deceivers among prachers than true believers think best for the cause the preachers represent. He or she, who always wants something said about them in the papers, feels morally certain that the papers will not say what's true about them, lest the paper be expunged from the mails. It seems to be the concensus of opinion that Ealy's escape from the gallows is due much more to the ability of his lawyers than to the belief of the jury that he is innocent. R. W. Thompson, a Washington City newspaper corespondent, is dead. He had furnished "stuff" for weekly papers published by colored men for the past thirty years. That’s A. Lou Cohen on the phone, and wants your vote, to help him ‘‘tote’’ his Morris chair, to the council stair, which he wil climb, on record time, to take his seat, to not retreat, until he gets, the city debts, in better shape, than here of late, they seem to be. Lou is a man, who never ran, before this time, for office chime, of any kind, but has a mind, to things im- prove, that’s in a groove, in our Seattle, where the battle, be- tween the classes, quite harasses, those who love, the God above, and wish to do, unto you, as would you, have others do, unto you and the crew. Lou stands for right, with all his might, and never swerves, from those he serves. Your vote he needs, to win the deeds, for the three-year place in the council space, so when you reach the place to preach, political pride, on which to ride, to Harmony Hall, vote for Cohen and you won’t be alone. For City Councilman Three Year Term bai : eye ant ea Van ert ot ae OTe Cp Pee a Clee ie ia oie Ron ee Nadie ene Getting an education without an objee- tive point in life amounts to one and the same thing as flying off on a tangent through space, yet hoping to land some- where As the daily newspaper reporter hears it, an educated colored person talks plantation jargon just as perfectly as the cottonfield Negro. who does not know B from bull’s foot. Kight dollars, good and true, is exactly what is due, for my work each day, rubbing your influenza hay. DT’m a full-fledged black cross nurse, but have an empty red cross purse, and you this pocketbook must fill, or you bet your life, you get no pill. Roscoe Simmons has been elected president of the Lincoln League, which is now a Re- publican adjunct. I. F. Norris, the erst- while Seattle Democrat. is one of the faith- ful. Wilberforce University, which began its existence February 24th will — celebrate founder’s day with a great gathering and the raising of $50,000 for the benefit of the school. Flying from Seattle to San Diego in twelve hours would mean that a wronged wife could leave Seattle and get to San Diego before her husband could return from his joy ride with the blue eved blond. Robert Church and Roseoe Simmons, it is said. have been slated by Will Hays to distribute the loaves and fishes to the col- ored faithful after the next U. S. presiden- tial inauguration. Hiram Johnson has a letter from the late Theodore Roosevelt, which hands over, sign- ed, scaled and delivered, his, Roosevelt’s, political mantle. It seems to be genuine, but must have been delayed in transit. Hlow- ever, what more could be expected from Burleson’s poor mail. service. INDIVIDUALITIES S. F. Argonaut Queen Mary of England tied up and ad- dressed nearly all her Christmas presents to her personal friends, and herself unpacked those which came from them. The queen thinks that she gives pleasure, and certainly gets it, from this little expression of senti- ment. Arrested and thrown in jail forty-one times in Kansas, knocked down twice, egged four times and arrested and acquitted three times on insanity charges is the record of Myra McHenry, former partner of Carrie Nation, who is turning her guns loose on the I. W. W. of Kansas. Mayor W. C. Bustin of Bermondsey in England will not accept any invitations to functions during his year of office, and de- clines to be invested with the robe and chain of office. A compositor by trade, Mr. Bustin continues his occupation. He has been granted £300 for out-of-pocket expenses and for loss of remunerative time while acting as mayor. Miss Marguerite Cody, the first woman journalist in the press gallery of the British ITouse of Commons, has many athletic ree- ords to her credit. She swims, boxes, rows, plays hoekey and tennis, practices ju-jitsu, and enjoys flying. Five years ago she swam across Belfast Lough, a distance of six and a half miles, only one man having previously accomplished the same feat. Mlle. Marie Prodhom, who has been ap- pointed director of the Bank of Geneva and will sign the notes and scrip issued by that bank, is only twenty-eight years of age. She proved herself an excellent financier during theh war, and is the first woman in Europe to hold such an important position. There are now two judges, nine barristers, three en- gineers, and a number of university profes- sors of the fair sex in Switzerland. According to ‘‘Tay Pay,’’ Lloyd George always had people to work for him, a de- voted brother as well as a devoted uncle and a good partner, and, anyhow, however poor he was, George could never be got to put anything in front of his political activities and ambitions. Nothing could be untruer than to think that Lloyd George cares for money; he has never cared for anything but polities. ‘‘Give me a thousand a year,’’ he said to ‘‘Tay Pay’’ some years ago, ‘‘and I have all the money I want.’’ E. C. Drury, the new premier of Ontario, is said to read blue books as some men do detective stories; his only form of dissipa- tion. He has no use for forms and cere- monies. He believes in all people—except protectionists and is a ‘‘crank on the tariff.” While rather given to imparting confidences to friends and neighbors, he is regarded by some of them as a ‘‘follow-my-words-but- not-my-ways man’’—alluding to his fondness for making good speeches. He is an omni- vorous reader with a reteneive menory. Herbert Hoover’s father was a blacksmith. Mrs. Hoover was a Quaker preacher and traveled to neighboring towns and country churches to preache. She is spoken of as a woman of much character, energetic and in- dustrious, and, naturally, frugal. Herbert Hoover, from whom was derived the very “‘Hooverize,’’ didn’t lack early training in that line. Young Hoover went the barefooted way of the other village boys, did the chores, went to school, and led the customary life of the ordinary healthy American country boy. The owls and bats have nothing on Rupert Hughes. He is one of these midnight oil authors who does his best work between cur- few and sunrise. He says he is not method- ical, but that he writes when he feels like it, and as long as his story flows smoothly the work does not particularly cause ‘‘brain fag.’’ When the plot and characters won’t come, the work becomes exhausting. He does not play golf, but occasionally whirls a pair of dumb-bells, and for exercise and pleasure depends almost entirely on walks about his farm. When Charles Russell, the Montana cowboy artist, was sent to St. Louis to study art he was there all of five days. On the third day his instructor said to him, ‘‘I want you to do some anantomy today I shall have you draw the human hand.’’ And Charles said to him, ‘‘Damn it, don’t I know the human hand? I’ve been drawing it for years.”’ “‘But,’’ the instructor said, ‘‘if you are go- ing to study art, you must do as I say.’ Russell said, ‘‘I don’t think that I have to study. I know what I can do. You can’t help me. I am going back to the plains.” Tsuri Aoki, the Japanese picture star, who has been commissioned to adapt and modern- ize the works of a number of great British and American dramatists to the requirements of the native Japanese theatres, is a niece of Mme. Sadda Yacco, who was the first woman in Japan to be permitted to appear on -the stage, women’s roles during all the thousands of years previous having been assumed by men players. Miss Aoki’s uncle was Kawa- kima, reformer of the Japanese theatre. She came to this country with these relatives in eaerly girlhood and was educated in the Sisters’ School of Colorado Springs and at Stanford University. Because of her thor- ough knowledge of both Japanese’ and Eng- lish, and of the dramatic traditions of both countries, she was selected to make the trans- lations of the English and American classics. BYE AND BYE. FEM eet amen | nee eee Time may seem long and Justice slow, And Wrong seem to prevail, But God hath spoken, and His words Are true, and will not fail. Fair Justice, robed in ermine pure, Will some day rule the world, And Wrong, though deep intrenched and old Shall from his throne be hurled. What though if Justice has been slow? _ And we have waited long To see the Everlasting Right Triumphant o’er the Wrong? Remember, that a thousand years With God are but a day, Though men may wtiher as the grass, Yet He abides alway. Hope on, nor be discouraged when The darkness hides the light; Know this: that He who rules the earth Is Champion of the Right. And from the dust of centuries Where she has bleeding lain, In His own time He’ll lift her up And send her forth again. “‘But how did you get her to beleive such an outrageous -lie?’’ ‘‘I told it to her in strict confidence.’’—Blighty. THE PASSING THRONG "Are you catering to the colored vote?" inquired a white man at one of Candidate Caldwell's recent metings, to which, it is said, he retorted, "you bet I am not. My grandfather had more Negro slaves than there are Negro voters in Seattle and I know exactly how to handle those fellows." If Hugh M. Caldwell actually used such language then he is by no means the dignified gentleman that I had given him credit of being, yea, if true. I am of the opinion that he is a veritable damphool The owning of human slaves on the part of his or any other person's grandfather is nothing to boast of and had his grandfather received his just deserts he would have been hanged for his human brutality and if Hugh Caldwell has any of the blood of his grandfather then his political life should be crushed out by the silent vote of the grandsons and daughters of the men, who shot the hell out of the red-handed, slave-holding murderers of the South I trust, however, that Major Caldwell made no such remark, but Percy F Norris says he was present at the meeting and heard the conflab. * * * If not actuated by the suggestion of Cayton's Weekly then acting upon their own initiative a quartet of colored men, more or less conspicuous in the affairs of Seattle met a few nights ago and determined on forming a strong committee to make some effort to counteract what seems to be a growing anti-colored man sentiment in this city at present. As I understand it, this committee, if perfected, will ask conferences with the controlling spirits of this city with a view of getting a man's chance for the colored citizens within the corporate limits of the municipality. Without discussing any points that may come before this committee, I have no hesitancy in declaring it to be a long step in the right direction * * * When D. White, a negro, was stricken with influenza he left his sole possessions in the care of a friend of but brief acquaintance. They consisted of his clothes, a bright hued silk shirt included, which were taken off his person when he was disrobed and put to bed in the special ward at the city hospital. That was two weeks ago. White has been convalescent for the last few days, but his erstwhile friend, whom he knows only as Johnnie, has failed to put in an appeaerance with the clothing. Saturday White learned, he says, that Johnnie had pawned his clothes and spent the proceeds entertaining White's lady friend. So White has asked that the police find Johnnie and then recover his clothing. "Man, just gimme a pair o' pants an' a razah and there's goin' to be a fun'l,'" said White in telling his woes to the police. "An' this yere Johnnie ain't going to smell no flowers, neither." The above news item is taken from the local columns of the Post-Intelligencer for the purpose of convincing you and each of you the low and despicable things great metropolitan papers will stoop to in order to humiliate the colored man in the eyes of the world. I took the trouble to inquire at the hospital about the above patient and the nurse said, "the man is fairly well educated and uses splendid English and not a word of the article appearing in the P.-L was said by that man." The colored man is good and true to every institution of this country and yet the metropolitan press of the country never loses an opportunity to humiliate the colored man and do so as it does no other class in this country. What a perfectly beautiful reward for faithfulness. * * * Arthur Brisbane, chief editorial writer of the Hearst papers, has become the world's greatest preacher. No incident is too insignificant to furnish him with a text. In the buzz of a mosquito, the hum of a bee, the neigh of a horse, he is likely to find a theme for a great sermon. An incident in point is the following: "In the worst of New York's blizzard trouble you might have seen a fine sample of race prejudice and the usual results. On 48th street, just crossing 5th avenue, a placid individual was steering two horses and a wagon over mountains of snow. Westward came in calm desert majesty two camels, led toward the stage where they were to perform in the evening. The camels did not notice the horses, but the horses did notice the camels. They reared up, pawing the air, swung themselves violently to the right onto piles of snow as high as their backs. They fell down, rolled over, broke the harness, cut their knees, frightened the driver, broke the wagon. The camels walked calmly on. They had no race prejudice. The next time those two horses meet two other camels they will do the same thing over again, for horses do not learn after they are a year old. Many men are like horses, and in the long run their race prejudice has about the same effect. It hurts them, not those whom they imagine they are despising, while they are really making fools of themselves." * * * The above excerpt came under my observation one day this week and I am reproducing it as an extenuating hope that the great metropolitan press of this country under the influence of such master minds as Brisbane will yet be convinced of the error of its way and see its way clear to accord the black man the same rights as it does the white man. But, however much inclined great editorial writers seem to lean to fair play for the colored man, yet they exercise little or no influence with the news writers on the daily papers. And it is the old, old story, the colored man's greatest enemy is the "po" whitie trash" of the land. The publishers of the Post-Intelligence of this city and the editor-in-chief are both men of high ideals and favor equal rights and equal justice to all men, and yet the reporters on the paper take delight in humiliating the colored man whenever and wherever they can. Persons of the "po' white trash" class however wealthy and influential they may subsequently become, never rise above their natal environments. However strange this may be, it is nevertheless true. Miss India Gordon, a Franklin High School pupil died of influenza last Saturday and was buried last Tuesday. She was the idol of a father, mother and brother, all of whom mourn without comfort, her untimely death Delegations from both the Broadway and the Franklin High Schools attended the funeral. * * * Mr. and Mrs. John T. Gayton are seriously considering the advisability of selling their city property and permanently moving to their acreage across Lake Washington * * * Mr. T. P. Curry, formerly an expressman of Seattle, but now a resident of Kittitas county, did business in Seattle last Tuesday, returning home the same evening. AMERICANIZATION Congress spends most of its time nowadays in the discussion of Bolshevism, although without noticeable effect on the Bolshevist flood that is submerging eastern and southern Europe. Any topic whatsoever becomes elegant and timely if it can be shown or asserted to have a bearing upon Bolshevism. If Bolshevism were only soluble in oratory it would have disappeared long ago Take, for example, the question of illiteracy. It was something of a shock to be told by Senator Phipps on January 19th that "the percentage of illiterates in the army during the war has been carefully figured out by the adjutant general, whose records show that 24.9 per cent. were either totally or relatively illiterate, the test being whether the soldier could read a newspaper or write a simple letter. Statistics compiled by the Secretary of the Interioir prove conclusively that there are over 8,500,000 people in this country over ten years of age who can neither read, write, nor speak our language." Senator Phipps had a friend who went abroad as captain of an infantry company and who informed him that three months before sailing his troop included men who spoke fifteen different languages, and that he was compelled to employ eight interpreters. We may readily sympathize with a company commander whose orders in battle must be interpreted by eight linguists. Now this is a very interesting and a very important educational problem, and all the more so when we realize that there is a very considerable number of American-born citizens who can neither read nor write English and some who can not even speak it. But Senator Phipps was not content to present it to the Senate as an educational problem. Presumably he felt that it needed a little spice to make it palatable to the senatorial taste. And so we find him plunging headlong into the subject of Bolshevism. It is the ignorant and the foreign-born people, the people who can not understand our language, he says, who fall prey to the Bolshevist. Educate them, and they will be Bolshevist no more. Wean them from anarchism with the First Reader. Enforce them from radicalism with language lessons. And incidentally spend some $35,000,000 in the doing of it, create a new government department, and add some thousands of teachers, inspectors, and examiners to a system already intricate and cumbrous. It was a project well calculated to tempt the senatorial mind by its vitas of law-miking and patronage. But there were some senators, although very few, who doubted alike the accuracy of the diagnosis and the efficacy of the remedy. Senator Harrison pointed out that illiteracy did not necessarily point in the direction of Bolshevism nor education in the direction of political sanity. He himself knew very many fine Americans whose reading and writing left much to be desired, while at the same time he was painfully aware that "some of the most dangerous scoundrels to American institutions in America today are highly educated." Andrew Jackson left school when he was thirteen years of age, Henry Clay when he was "quite young," and Daniel Webster when he was still of tender age. It would be a beautiful sight, said Senator Harrison, to herd together all the Mississippi negroes who could not read or write and chase them into the schoolhouse, but he had his doubts as to the results. It would be a beautiful sight to see the eight millions of illiterates throughout the country rounded up, corralled, and stockaded. But would it really stop Bolshevism? Would those eight million people become better Americans because the educational whip had been laid on their backs? Would they be more loyal Americans because henceforth they could read the Nation and the New Republic? And what would you do in case these people refused to become Americanized by sheer strength, so to speak? No penalty had been mentioned in the bill. The penalty was to be left to the states, and "some state may provide a death penalty for the offense." Senator Frelinghuysen of New Jersey was similarly minded to Senator Harrison. He read a letter from one of the great educa J. W. EDMUNDS, OPH. D., Graduate Op- tometrist and Eye Specialist. Personal attention given in Eye examinations for Glasses. Fifteen years in Seattle. Balcony, Fraser-Paterson Co. ROBERT B. HESKETH ROBERT B. Your support Solicited For Re-Election as COUNCILMAN (Three Year Term) Service—Satisfaction Co-Operation ATLAS POOL HALL Under New Management Wishes You a Happy New Year FELIX CRANE, Manager 1212 Main Street Seattle ```markdown ``` tional authorities of the country to the effect that no man can be Americanized by education, and that if you try to do so you will make him more dangerous than he was before. Take, for example, theh Russians that come to this country. "Very many of them hate any government. To them, government is obnoxious. The more you teach them the more dangerous they become. You will not Americanize them—you will make them dangerous enemies of all governments. The mere fact that a man is taught to read, write, and understand English will not Americanize him. Anarchists who come to this country do not become Americanized—they remain anarchists, and present experience is demonstrating that fact. Educate them and they become just so much the more dangerous." Senator Frelinghuysen ventured to say that every man deported in the "red ark" was a man of education. He might have said, and with equal truth, that there were very few senators who have the education of Emma Goldman and perhaps not one whose education is equal to that of Lenin. He might have gone on to point out that the most dangerous Bolshevists now in America are a little group of millionaires, university professors, clergymen, and college graduates, and that there are some two or three weekly newspapers in America, famous alike for their little literary excellences and their communist excesses. Evidently we can not attain to the desirable goal of Americanization by any educational process whatsoever. Education may be, and unquestionably is, a most desirable thing. But let us not ask too much of it. It will not change the skin of the Ethiopian nor the spots of the leopard. At the present time it is rather more likely to turn conservatives into radicals than it is to turn radicals into conservatives. But perhaps there is a way to Americanze the alien, and perhaps the alien could tell us what that way is. That is where we have made our mistake—we have not consulted the alien himself. We have tranquilly assumed that the Russian immigrant, for instance, will be so overcome by the glories of America in comparison with the miseries of Russia that he will forthwith offer up peaens of praise, renounce his old ideals, and sing our patriotic anthems from an overflowing heart. It has never occurred to us that the new arrival will feel lonely and even a little frightened and that a small measure of hospitality and kindliness would do more to Americanize him than even the binomial theorem or a compulsory learning by heart of the Declaration of Independence. Sometimes we get a sharp reminder that the immigrant does not always look upon us as we complacently look upon ourselves, and that even our most vaunted virtues are not always quite visible to him. I think it is Stephen Graham who tells us somewhere that he once met an old Russian Jew stolidly tramping eastward through one of the Middle States. Interested in all Russians, Graham asked the old fellow where he was going. "Back to Russia," was the reply. "Don't you like it here?" asked Graham. "The country is a good country to earn money." answered the Jew, "but the people here are cruel to strangers. They have no love in their hearts. They laugh at my garb and my long hair, and if I ask even for a glass of water at a farm house they set the dogs on me." "But are things better in Russia?" said Graham. "Remember you are a Jew." "Yes, I know all about that," said the old man. "But at least I shall be on holy soil, and I shall be among men who love each other." I have told the story in my own words and from memory, but that old man had looked for something in America that he had not found. And for him it was so great a thing that he preferred Russia and the ever-present chance of the pogrom. And we do not even realize that it is lacking. Instead of a little kindliness that would do everything, we offer the First Reader, which would do nothing. We allow these friendless immigrants to be dumped into the hearts of our great cities to sink or swim as fate may determine, to wander desolately through the crowds that to them must seem a veritable inferno. And then we wonder that they become Bolshevists, that they remain indifferent to the glory of a country that to them must all too often seem like an insatiable Moloch.—S. F. Argonaut. Bridegroom (expectantly)—Now, my dear father-in-law, I wish to say just a word about my debts.—Father-in-law (slapping him on the back)—Debts, my boy? Why, I'll warrant my debts exceed yours three to one.—Boston Transcript. Candles to be used on the dinner table or on the birthday cake will harden if chilled on ice for a day or two, so that they will not melt and run down, nor will they burn away so fast. If you find that the candle is too large for the holder or candle-stick, just dip the end of it in hot water and it will soften enough to be forced into the socket. Or if it is too small for the holder, and wobbles around, dip in hot water and force it down until it spreads out and stands ready.—J. Estes, Memphis, Tenn. Mexico's per capita indebtedness is one-ninth of that of the United States. The share of every man, woman, and child in the debt of this country is $223.12, compared with $26.21 in Mexico. The principal of the Mexican debt on December 31, 1918, was 695,050,-181 pesos (normally the dollar is worth two pesos), of which sum 425,739,800 pesos had been incurred before the Madero revolution, and 289,310,381 pesos after that event. Of this accretion to the debt 81,681,304 pesos were arranged by the Caranza administration. Unpaid interest a year ago amounted to 170,892,417 pesos, including interest on the railroad obligations, which were guaranteed by the government. “He never speaks when he has nothing to say.” “Then he would never do for a stump orator.”—Baltimore American. A woman doesn't make very much headway driving a nail, but did you ever see a man try to wrap up a bundle of laundry?—Akron Times. “I say, Pat, how is it your nose is so red?” “Faith, an' it's just blushing wiv modesty for kapin 'itself out of other people's business.”—Farm and Home. First Credit Man—How about Jones of Pigville Centre? Second Credit Man—He always pays cash, so we don't know how honest he is.—St. Augustine Record. "I see the ex-Crown Prine is going to be tried for robbing and looting and murder." "If he had fled to New York in the first place, why, now he'd be safe."—Life. GREAT NORTHERN POOL AND BILLIARD HALL Cigars, Tobacco and Soft Drinks. BOYD & WILLIAMS, Props. 1032 Jackson St. IN THE SUPERIOR COURT OF THE STATE OF Washington, for King County.—In Probate. In the matter of the estate of Frank DeLao, De- 1032763 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. 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. 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