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, 'Vash., under the Act of March 3rd, 1916. TELEPHONE: BEACON 3579 Office 317 22nd Ave. South GOING BACK HOME Much is being said just now as to whether or not Palestine is to be re-Jewed and the sayings are becoming more or less serious, yes so serious that it looks as if it has been so ordered. And we also hear much about the descendants of the original natives of Africa, who were torn from their hearths and taken to the four corners of the world by force and violence, returning to Africa, and in isolated instances some are doing so, under the directorship of an organization. Many Jews it is here predicted will return to Palestine, quite a sufficient number, in all probability, to reincarnate, as it were, that ancient metropolis, but the Jews differ very widely from the Negro. The Jew has been and is still a distinct people and has never furnished blood for the building up of other nationalities, hence as a people they could depart for Palestine tomorrow and leave not a trace behind them, save the tentative ownership of lands and possessions. On the other hand, the Negro has furnished building up blood for every nation with whom he has come in contact. Uncle Sam's citizenry is so badly honeycombed with Negro blood that should all of the pronounced Negroes leave it for Africa, there still would remain in the United States more than a million souls in whose veins flowed Negro blood. Then in South America the situation would be even worse than in North America. In other words, as objectionable as the Negro seems to be to the white citizens of this country, yet he is a part and parcel of them and any blow looking toward wholesale extermination the white man may direct at the colored man of this country, would largely be a blow at himself. Six million mulatoes and quadroons in the United States tell the sad tale and even that number does not take in account a million more who have verged so closely to the white man that they found it far more convenient to both white and black to actually be white. We hardly believe that the Jew of this country will ever migrate to Palestine in sufficient numbers to be missed, but there is not the remotest probability of the Negro migrating to Africa. Instead of flowing back to Africa in great numbers he will soon scatter over the South American countries and further dissipate his blood for the building up of the nations of the world. Historians declare such to have been the fate of the black man for more than a million years. South America is already full of his blood, the Latin races of Europe are the result of a mingling of the blood of the African black man and even Norway and Sweden, so says a learned historian, absorbed strengthening black blood from Africa. DIRECTED AT THE WRONG MAN Under the edtiorial caption of "Keep Clear of Prejudice," the Post-Intelligencer recently had much to say about the Japanese inquiry now being staged by Represen- SEATTLE, WASHINGTON, SATURDAY, July 1920 tative Albert Johnson, but it addressed its words of warning to the wrong ones. Albert Johnson himself is the one of all to address such a warning to because he conceived the investigation in prejudice and he is carrying it out in prejudice. The few thousand Japanese on the Pacific coast are being pictured by the committee as an impending Yellow Peril, which may at any moment develop into a hydra-headed monster and as completely swallow the white man's civilization of the United States as would the fancied boa constrictor which swings down from the limb of a tree and entwines itself about the body of a passing victim and after crushing its protruding bones, swollows it hair and hide, and thereb yleave a complete vacancy in the space it formally filled. What a coclomerated jumble of weakness must these millions of white men be to tremble in their boots lest some fifty thousand Japanese drive them from their homes and probably make actual slaves of them. The very idea is so ridiculous that Albert Johnson should hang his head in shame. EDITORIAL PARAGRAPHS It begins to look as if Lipton is backing anything but a sham rock. Jack Johnson's delight to get back to the United States is another instance of his mental weakness. If Jim Cox thinks he can win the presidency by parading on W W's "hobby hoss" he's got a great big think coming. The pay of all public employes is being increased to such an extent that we wonder where will the money come from to pay the bills. For the past week Seattle has been in the throes of the blues, and yet their appearance was the signal for the departure of the blues. Five Republican candidates are seeking the gubernatorial nomination of Washington, which we fear, may result in neither of them being elected. Going to Brazil on the part of influential colored folks of this country is assuming far more than a passing consideration, and many will certainly do so. With the Tripple Alliance operating as Republicans we stand aghast at who may be nominated as the party standar dbearers at the coming primary election. The bees produced in the United States last year 250,000,000 pounds of honey, on which the financial buzzards have placed a money tax of $50,000,00. Suppose the bees had to pay the tax on their production! Suppose, even, that the bees received the money for their labor! R. R. Fox, a veteran politician of King county, has taken charge of the gubernatorial headquarters of Roland H. Hartley in the Butler Hotel and will begin the campaign next week by starting Col. Hartley on a speaking tour. Bob Fox is some manager and he is planning to put up one mighty fight. The first daily newspaper in the world is said to have been established by a woman, Miss Elizabeth Mallet, in London, March, 1702. She published and edited the Daily Courant, which she founded "for the purpose of doing greater justice for women in general through the elimination of impertinences which the ordinary papers contain." Vol. 5 No. 5 THE WILL OF THE MOB When James Sullivan and Irene Tusken sponsored the terrible tale that aroused the mob spirit of Duluth, they knew perfectly well that they would succeed in causing consternation in that city. In reading the play of the two, you will see it is a replica of the story which caused the mob to burn the court house and lynch a victim at Omaha. When carefully analyzed, the answers show that the plot was studied. Not only that, these young people knew the minds of the people of Duluth and, come who may, they would never be harmed or brought to judgment for doing anything against a Negro. Irene Tusken fell easily to the plot, and here is the thought that is very serious and desperate: Any white woman can destroy any black man, if she wills to do so; by merely making a rumor that she was assailed or attacked by a Negro. Not one Negro in the United States is free from lynching or harm, if she desires to destroy him; merely for pastime and amusement for a willing mob. The most unfortunate thing is: Assault or attempted rape of white women by Negroes stigmatize and brand every black as possible victim of this vicious act. The shame is that the Negro must take the blame, even if some other man should happen to make-up as a Negro to disguise himself so as to carry out his design and go unmolested should his victim make alarm. Such case is known to have happened, but the unfortunate rapist was shot and killed by the father of the girl, when he attempted to make his get-away. The dead man proved to be a prominent young man, merely blacked as a Negro. His body was not burned nor exhibited as a warning to other blacked-up Negroes. The great problem for the race is to create a public opinion that will remove the idea that the Negro is an addicted rape fiend. The white man must do away with his double standard of morals and help the Negro protect his family, so that the Negro will in return respect the white man's family. There is too much illicit association on the part of white men and Negro women who defy law and decency because both feel absolutely safe in carrying out their nefarious desires. This boldness is no doubt contaminating and must breed poison. A premium must be placed on virtue, and not on prostitution. The white man must encourage the Negro woman to do right, and not pay her to do wrong. It is alleged, that the race riot at Elaine, Ark., had its foundation in the attempt of black men who planned breaking up this illicit association by "black-snaking" every black woman and white man caught. The whipping of a prominent young man brought on the crisis. We must eradicate the reputation and there is work for all of us. No Negro man is safe in the United tates so long as the stigma of "rapist" is carried by the race. We must rid the race of that dishonor at all hazard. Innocent men died at Duluth because of an unsavory reputation associated with the Negro. What James Sullivan and Irene Tusken did at Duluth, any white man and woman can do in any city in the United States.—Portland Times. Ryan's Weekly must be some paper as it highly complimented its editor and business manager in its last issue and the editor was likewise favorably complimented by the Portland Advocate of the same date. Some paper. ee es Rees’ ee od fe oe eas Fi eft aa ye % _— nln cy Nas ro ; . pas ie ‘ Si ap) Pre Vath Se hes \ Berea pre ey ; 4 ‘ Colored G. 0. P. Talkers Timed by Hour Glass ee ee ee ee ee on ee ee a ee to organize anew and pledge renewed allegiance to the Republican cause. . The average conception of a colored gathering is closely allied to the amusing themes of Octavus Roy Cohen stories frequently appearing in the Saturday Evening Post, but that conception, in the writer’s mind, has been entirely eradicated, and a new respect born. Fun there was a plenty of. Jokes and dialect was much in evidence, but under the surface ran a tremenduous unity of purpose—that of the Republican cause; and a sincere desire to further the cause intelligently. Distinguished speakers attended the banquet held during the evening and found that the colored man and woman was as keen, and in many cases more keen, of conception than some white members of political organizations. The meeting opened at 1:30 Monday afternoon with a report from the re-elected state president, Dr. D. T. Cardwell. The doctor is a wiry, energetic, excitable little man who called a spade a spade much to the discomfort of some present. “Ladies and gentlemen of the ’Culluhd’Publican club,’’ he began. ‘‘Some of this repoht is going to be extremely painful Ah calls a spade a spade as youall know and ah want to repoht about our former state ‘secretary. “That man, using his secretarial position to establish his integrity, he came to Tacoma from Yakima and cashed a check. After that time he went to Bellingham and cashed some more. “Now we don’ want that man heah, and I see that he is slinking out of the doah like a chicken thief now, so we will proceed with the meeting. “They is another man heah in this hall who told the newspapers he was going to speak at the banquet tonight. His name is J. A. G. Washington. Now, I talked foah 10 minutes to the secretary of the Pierce county organizashun about that man and the secretary has done nothing so far—’’ “Wait a minute, Mr. President,’’ the secretary interjected. ‘Now youall know Ah tole him not to speak, but he won’t listen to me nohow.’’ “That’s right,’’ the president answered. ‘‘But Ah want to say that ef he does speak it wil be mah painful duty to tell all Ah know about him.’’ At this point Mr. Washington left the scene. “Now we can go on,”’ the president said. ‘‘Ah hearby urge that frum now on we culluhd ‘publicans try to bring our children up to specialize for gov-ment posi- tions. Teach them to specialize in some one subject.’’ ““What d’ye mean specialize,’ one of the delegates asked. “D’ye want ’em to learn somthing nobody else canin’t do nohow?”’ “‘Ah means special work, honorable brother,’’ was the answer. The president’s address oceupied fully one hour, during which several meritor- ious suggestions for the education of the future generation were put forward. Pimgent odors of fried chiecken now began to permeate the hall which led to a suggestion that the meeting be adjourned until 8 p.m., when the banquent would be served. The suggestion was unanimously adopted. John F. Cragwell of Seattle, treasurer of the state organization, was chairman and toastmaster of the banquet. After singing the national anthem he announced the speakers for the evening, among whom were Gov. Louis F. Hart, State Senator Geo. Lamping, candidate for nomination for governor on the Republican ticket; Mrs. Lewis G. Rogers, representing Col. R. HW. Hartley, another gubernatorial candidate; Dr. Cardwell and several others. **Membahs of the Washington State Culluhd ’Publican club,’’ he said, ‘‘Mistor Guy "nor and friends. The time is short so Ah have an invention of mah own hear. (Ilere he produced a three-minute sand glass for egg boiling.) “Ah requests that each speaker has three minutes and watches the glass. When all the sand runs down Ah want him to stop.’’ For the second time in the day Dr. Car dwell was called upon to address the meet- ing. He was notified when the sand had all fallen, but continued. The chairman drew another glass from a capacious pocket and informed the president that he was talking on another man’s time. He continued to talk until the sand had fallen four times before the chairman told him to sit right down and talk after the meeting. Mrs. Rogers spoke for three minutes on American history and America’s part in the world war. Mrs. B. LL. Gaston, in a few terse sentences, said that the colored women mean to vote intelligently and wanted a Republican elected for president. Before calling on the next speaker, the chairman gazed sorrowfully at Dr. Card- well and said, ‘‘Ladies and gentlemen, They is some people who can say moah in three minutes than others can in three hours.’ Mrs. Emma Smith DeVoe, suffrage leader, urged that every man and woman in the Colored Republican club be sure to register. J. E, Sheppardson, a huge colored miner from Roslyn, said that he was a Republi- ean and that if a Republican nominee was no good he would vote for him unless there was another Republican running against him. Senator Lamping made a strong speech in which he pledged reform and urged that all help him to clean house in the state legislature and clean up the Republican party which he asserted needed cleaning, but not as much as did the Democrats. Gov. Hart told of his arduous labors in Seattle and the number of banquets he had attended during the day. The governor appeared at the banquet with the most delectable Southern accent a Northerner could acquire and told of his experiences and ambitions, *‘Ah doan’ want mah picture in the papers,’’ he said. ‘‘Ah am a modest man and only want to benefit mah fellow men. All newspaper stories are made up, and when there is nothing to write about me they write lies. Newspapers can write two lies while Ah am thniking of one. All Ah want, friends, is that Ah can bless mah fellow men.’ - The club, in terminating its banquet, unanimously agreed that it would stick AND YET WE WILL ee ee) ee ee ee ee a oe contend with in his herculean task and ef- forts to make of himself such a citizen of this country as will meet the approbation of the effete expectations of an _ over-critical white population, we are reproducing in another column hereof an article from the Tacoma Daily Times, a paper published apparently in the interest of an ever-grow- ing disgruntled element, better known as Bolshevists, but more accurately defined as the rag-tag and bob-tail of the revolutionary element of American civilidation. The article bristles with damn lies from start to finish and per se is a disgrace to American journalism, and we say American jorunalism advisedly, for in no other coun- try in the world would a weaker class of citizens be subjected to such journalistic humiliation by the majority and ruling class of citizens as is done almost all over this land of the free and home of the brave. The colored man who succeeds in rising above the environment of the slavers’ chains and the lynchers’ limb, and acquires an education no different than that pos- sessed by the most cultured and refined white man, is nevertheless pictured by the semi-cultured and would be refined white man as but possessing an educational smattering—a white wash of the real thing. However, no such low bred criticisms should discourage the ambitious colored citizen, and it verily doeth not, save only in rare instances, but, ‘‘believe me,’’ it has a most depressing effect on many, if not on all. According to the records of the medical board D, T. Cardwell, the president of the Washington State Colored Republican Club, passed the most brilliant examination of any seeking a certificate to practice medi- cine in the State of Washington at the time he passed his examination, and there were many. As to his English, it is ex- ceptionally pure, and to hear him and yet not see him, it would be absolutely impos- sible to detect from either his words or his articulation anything therein that would lead even a college (white) professor to suspect that he, Cardwell, had a drop of Negro blood in his veins. As with Dr. Cardwell so was it with an overwhelming majority of all of the delegates present. And yet this creeping slum of the earth, this dispicable representative of that nau- siating ‘‘po’ white trash’’ element of this country—one W. Jamison Field—writes to the publishers of the Tacoma Daily Times, he of the same bristling breed of poison polecats, and quotes those educated colored men and women in plantation jargon—-a thing unknown to most of them—and they read with difficulty what was said about them. We suspect Reporter Field himself hails from some Southern cotton field, and may perhaps, have the blood of some plan- tation Negro in his veins, which, if so, fully explains his adaptability of using that plantation jargon so fluently. Many years ago the actual colored man learned that such spurious white men are his most dead- ly enemies—and in doing as did Field is endeavoring to hide from himself. This crouching contemptable cur could not per- mit even the chief executive of the state to escape his cantankerous billings gate and he, too, fell a victim to his vulgar pencil and was quoted in a manner that should call forth the almost violent criti- eism of every loyal law abiding white citizen of the Evergreen state. This repor- torial rag-tail rooster would leave the im- pression that Gov. Hart had spoken thusly in order to make the colored voters believe that he, Hart, was of a like educational sinipe and stupidity as they—Oh! what a iar, John F. Cragwell was reported as the toastmaster of the evening banquet, which upon the white citizens of Tacoma who had so honored him, not from a colored politician's standpoint, but in almost the exact opposite. It will be noted that George B. Lamping, a candidate for governor, was quoted at length and favorably editorially commented thereon and, what more natural, as Lamping seems to be catering to the Bolshevist voters of this state for their unanimous support. The editor of Cayton's Weekly has in times gone by taken issue with George B. Lamping because he, Lamping, advocated, if not in so many words, in principle, the segregation of the white and colored citizens of this country. Prior to his election as auditor of King county, he entered into a gentlemean's agreement with the late J. E. Hawkins of Seattle, to the effect, if you Hawkins will support my candidacy for county auditor in the convention I will name your niece Miss Ida to a clerkship in my office, that is if I am nominated and elected. The agreement was made in the presence of other delegates and Hawkins kept the agreement, but Lamping refused, after he had taken the office, to live up to the agreement and openly said, "I am opposed to colored girls working in an office or any other place with white girls and will not tolerate it, and to hell with any alleged agreement that I may have made." The Times reporter has held up this candidate as the only white or colored man, who spoke at that banquet with any degree of common sense. What a sorry day for the State of Washington with a George B. Lamping as its chief executive. Now a word for the Tacoma Daily Times. Reporter Field reflects the spirit of the Times and the Times reflects the spirit of the editor of the Times and the conglomerated mess of Bolshevist cussedness has no higher ambition than to say or do something that will impede the travels of the colored people of this country to a higher and better civilization than that they lived under as slaves or to make those travels just as difficult and dangerous as possible. In the same paper that the delegates to that convention in Tacoma were ridiculed and made sport of and that, too, without either excuse or justification, appeared under great black head lines an account of the arrest of Jack Johnson. Now he was the kind of colored man the Tacoma Daily Times delights in talking about—he is a criminal—and colored criminals take the preferential place in its columns over anything else that comes to the paper for publication. Some weeks ago great flaming red head lines in the Tacoma Daily Times told about three colored men being lynched in Duluth, but just a few days ago, a four-line dispatch from Duluth was found in an obscure corner of the paper saying one of the Negroes, who had been lynched, was innocent according to the verdict of the coroner's jury. What a travesty on justice, right and equality are such publications. To see the name of a colored man in the columns of the daily press, its a foregone conclusion that he is either accused of crime or in some way connected with it. He can do nothing to move the daily press to favorably mention his name, he is segregated and designated and humiliated just as much as possible until he feels that the hope of becoming an acceptable citizen of this country is next to impossible. If the God adove countenances such intoleration, then we hope to never see such a Prince of Peace. PPOLITICAL: POT-PIE Unlike the Washington State Colored Republican Club, Cayton's Weekly is going to have a choice for every office from governor to constable. It is not only going to have a choice, but if there be one or more candidates running for the same office, who, in the opinion of the editor hereof, is not friendly to the cause of the colored man, though right in other respects, such candidate or candidates will it vigorously opposed by pointing out his or their short comings. In another column a review of the political past of George B. Lamping is pointed out and that is but the beginning of what we hope will be the end of the political aspirations of Lamping. At this time I mean to place the name of E. L. French, of Vancoucer, who is seeking the nomination for lientenant-governor on the Republican ticket before you. Three times in the past has French sponsored anti-marriage bills in the legislature of the State of Washington and each time the Negro was the object of his un-American legislation. I know of no candidate for public office against whom the colored voters should concentrate their efforts and votes more unitedly than E. L. French. Not only prepare to vote against him, but talk against him and never lose an opportunity of putting in a knock against both Lamping and French, for, so far as the rights of the colored man are concerned, they are two of a kind and politically speaking a damn dirty dose. When Joel F. Warren was chief of the police of the city of Seattle he was instrumental in having over one hundred overseas soldiers placed on the police force and others placed in other departments of the city. If he is nominated and elected sheriff of King county his past record as to his treatment of the overseas soldier will be a criterion of what he will do for them in that position. I have heard the shriveality contest diagnosed by many persons and a great majority seem to be of the opinion that Warren leads all the rest and is almost certain of being nominated. Mr. Warren has headquarters in the Epler Block, where he will be glad to meet one and all. PURELY PERSONAL Mr. A. W. Bragg, of Yakima, visited with friends in the city this week. Mr. John C. Cragwell attended the Tacoma banquet last Monday evening. Misses Ida and Emily Brown are visiting in Portland and are being pleasantly entertained. Mr. Henry Gregg, a former resident of Seattle, but now a Sunnyside rancher, has been a visitor to the city the most of the week. Mr. Henry Terrill of Roslyn visited in Seattle the first of the past week. He was returning from the sessions of the Masonic grand lodge held in Portland. Sergeant Powers of Spokane visited this week with Rev. W. D.Carter. He was a delegate to the Colored Republican convention held in Tacoma last Monday. Mrs. George Maney was buried from the A. M. E. church last Sunday afternoon. The entire community sympathize with Mr. Maney and his two sons over their loss. The deceased had been confined to her bed for many months. The all-day outing at Fortuna Park August 4th, given under the auspices of the Seattle Branch of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People promises to be one of the most pleasant outings of the season. Those having charge of the arrangements are leaving nothing undone to make the occasion a record-breaking one. Many members of the association have tickets for sale, but if it is not convenient to purchase a ticket from one of the vendors you can get a ticket at the boat. Tickets, 75 cents, including boat fare and gate admission. Bring your well-filled baskets and prepare to have a general good time. Good music for those who want to dance. The upper atmosphere is, it is thought, ionized during the day by the violet ultraviolet rays of the sun, but through the night toward morning there are fewer free ions in the atmosphere, and so the Hertizian waves of the sun do not readily excite luminescence in the atmosphere at that time. The number and intensity of auroras, therefore, ought to be greatest in the early hours of the evening and decrease toward morning. STOLEN FROM THIEVES Mrs. Edwin was showing Selma, the new Swedish maid, "the ropes." "This," she said, "is my son's room. He is in Yale." "Ya?" Selma's face lit up with sympathetic understanding "My brudder bane there, too." "Is that so? What year?" asked Mrs. Edwin, somewhat surprised. "Ach, he bane got no year; the judge yust say, 'You, Axel, sixty days in yail.'" The conversation around the long dinner-table ended, as do most conversations nowadays, with the subject of spiritualism. The guests and the members of the family gave their opinions as to whether or not the dead could communicate with the living; but it remained for "Sweet Sixteen" to present the only original thought on the subject. "It's hard enough now for me to keep up my correspondnece," she said. "When I die I want a rest." Aunt Mary was very strict—too strict for Eric and his little sister, who were fed up with staying with her. She certainly tried her best to amuse them, and one morning took them to the zoo. But it was a failure, "Eric, keep away from that cage! Molly, your hat's crooked! Those seats are dirty, Eric—keep off them. If you bite the finger of your glove again, Molly, I shall take you straight home!" It was like a never-ending gramophone record on good behavior, and Aunt Mary never seemed to tire. At last the little party paused before a cage, and Aunt Mary consulted her catalogue. "This children," she announced, "is an ant-eater." Eric looked cautiously round as he whispered to Molly: "Con't we push her in?" Recently a small farmer in Honduras called at a city drug store and asked for some poison with wheih to kill wild animals that were destroying his poultry. On being informed that no poison could be sold without a personal recommendation from the mayor of the town, he went in search of that functionary and soon returned with the following note: "Please give Mr. W—a little poison, as he is an honest man." The note was signed by the mayor. Mr. A. is a very enthusiastic lodge man, spending about five nights out of every seven at various lodge-rooms—all of which lodges he is a member. His wife, who is rather tolerant of the whole business, however does occasionally get peeved enough to say a few sarcastic things. And the other night came her chance. For a wonder her husband was at home for an evening, curled up in a rocking-chair before the grate fire she had made and reading very busily. For a long time she sat silent watching him, then she asked, "John, what are you reading?" "My ritual," he answered. "Well, I must say," she remarked with some spirit, "if you had studied your marriage vows as much as you have studied that ritual you would be a model husband." A nervous neighbor returned from his first driving lesson boasting of his easy mastery of the new car. To please him several of his family consented to ride with him, and things went well until they reached a good country road, when a car coming up behind them honked its horn. The startled driver jerked his wheel to the right, running down a steep bank, then to the left, heading into a fence, and to the right again, luckily bringing it up in the road. "Dad, what in thunder are you trying to do?" demanded his breathless son. "Why, son," replied the new driver calmly, "I was just practicing to turn out for teams." A number of English officers were sitting in a German restaurant in Cologne having a very good time for people who were away from home. They were struck by a rather livel yconversation between the leader of the orchestra and several of its members. All of a sudden the orchestra began to play ```markdown ``` "Die Wacht am Rhein." Every one rose to his feet, while the officers, including the English, stood at attention, until the last note had been played. The leader was so surprised that he came down to the English officers and began the following conversation: "Gentlemen, may I ask you a question?" "Go ahead!" "Did you recognize the piece we just played?" "Sure!" "Do you know that was 'Die Wacht am Rhein'?" "Why, certainly," said one of the Englishmen, raising his voice so as to be heard all over the hall; "but that's all right. Die Wacht am Rhein—that's us." "Do you know anything about flirting?" "No, I only tried it once and the girl married me."—Detroit Free Press. He—Why so sad, dearest? Hasn't my avowal the true ring?? he—Yes, but my finger hasn't, as yet.—Baltimore American. Myrtle—Is that picture a sunrise or a sunset? Martin—Sunset. I knew the artist. He never got up early enough to paint a sunrise.—Toledo Blade. "Wonder why all these ex-soldiers are leaving Whingville?" "They heard the city was going to adopt the commission form of government."—Home Sector. Wife—Do you expect to get to heaven by hanging on to my skirts? Husband—No; but I might by showing St. Peter the bills for them.—Boston Transcript. "He is a man of extremes in his moods. He is either up in the garret or down in the cellar." "Well, if he was prudent enough to lay in a private stock I bet most of the time he's down in the cellar."—Louisville Courier-Journal. He (to the fair one)—Gracious! What's that clicking sound—woodpeckers? She—No, darling! It's the man taking moving pictures of your proposal to me, to be used in case I have to sue you for breach of promise.—Dallas News. "You don't read the daliy 'Health Hints' any more?" "No. Dr. Bilker's column lacks variety." "How so?" "Most of the queries come from fat ladies anxious to lose surplus poundage and lean ladies who want to acquire a few curves."—Birmingham Age-Herald. "Your husband seems pleased." "Yes, he played golf this afternoon." "Did he make a good score?" "No, took the same old hundred and two, but he's perfectly delighted because he can sit down and figure how it ought to have been an 87."—Detroit Free Press. First Gossip—Don't tell a soul, but I saw a whole barrel of whiskey delivered to the Topeleys this afternoon in broad daylight. Second Gossip—How'd you know it was whisky? First Gossip—Why, Topeley himself helped the delivery man handle it with care.—Buffalo Express. "How about singing you up for our new big picture, 'The Taming of the Shrew'?" said the booking agent of the Fakecraft Film Company to the Punkville theatre owner. "Nothin' doin'," responded the latter. "My audiences don't like them wild animal pictures no more."—Film Fun. "Half the women in the world retail gossip." growled Mr. Gabb. "Only half of them?" sneered Mrs. Gabb. "Yes," replied Mr. Gabb. "The other half wholesale it."—Cincinnati Enquirer. Manager—Well? Actor—We have an act that is absolutely new to the vaudeville stage. Manager—Impossible! Actor—Yes, sir. My wife and I talk about nothing but the pleasant side of married life and there isn't a shimmy wiggle in the act. Manager—Name your own figure.—Youngstown Telegram. THE CURE For Duluth, Chicago, East St. Louis, your town, our town, any town. Any white mob which lynches a black man commits the unpardonable sin. It is a crime against law and civilization. It is a crime against the black race. It is a crime against the white race. More especially it is a crime against the white. There are twice as many colored folks in the world as there are white. They are increasing more rapidly. They are moving toward solidarity. Read Lathrop Stoddard's new book, "The Rising Tide of Color." While the white race has been soaking Europe with its best blood, Japan has been tightening her grip upon the hordes of Asia. Japan is a yellow nation. But the yellow, the brown, the red, the black, have something in common against the white. What one colored people has done, another may do. In India, in Egypt, in Africa, there is growing bitterness against the white man. Bitterness based upon injustice, and such bitterness is deep. There is no cure for color, but there is a cure for injustice. That cure is Justice.—Portland Daily News. Don't fail to attend the Lecture of Prof. Kelly Miller, at Washington Hall, 14th and Fir, Tuesday, July 27, 8:30 P.M. Subject will be "The Need of Manhood." 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