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 ABOUT JAPANESE IMMIGRATION One Terrace of Orillia, Washington, urges importation into the country of a million Japanese laborers to be employed in clearing for agricultural uses large areas of logged-off timber land in the Northwest—the laborers to be returned to their homes when the special job shall be done. This proposal is not likely to find acceptance, yet there is something to be said for it. For this particular work there is no available supply of domestic labor; and even if domestic labor were to be had, it could not profitably be employed at ruling rates of wages. Only by cheap labor is it practicable to clear and make ready for the plow the logged-off lands of the Northwest. On the other hand it remains to be considered that a million or any considerable number of Orientals brought into the country nominally for a special task could hardly be held to that task as against other demands. It is true that the clearing of these lands by cheap labor would be an immediate economic advantage. But economic considerations make only part of the issue. The country would better go slow by wholesome methods than to go faster by means tending to general social disadvantage. It will not be a bad thing for the American people to learn respect for labor in its simpler and humbler forms; and this will not be if whenever there is a difficult work to be done we shall import alien and more or less degraded hands to do it. In good time—when there is vital need for the land—the logged-off areas of Washington and Oregon will be cleared. We would better go slow and do the work ourselves than to go fast subject to demoralizations which would surely follow the importation of a servile class with the consequent development among our own people of a contemptuous attitude toward plain hard work.—The Argonaut. One Philip Tindall, a member of the city council of Seattle, assigns as his reason for opposing the Japanese further coming to this country is because they are active and aggressive in things the white man wants to do. "I have no objection to the Negro because he knows how to stay in his place," that is to say, not inclined to infringe upon the white man's prerogatives, and permit us to add, and more is the pity, Tindall belongs to that class of white men who live by their wits, using the vulgar vernacular of the streets, who perhaps never did an honest day's work in all his life, who came west with the view of more firmly fixing himself as a public parasite on the body politic. As an attorney at law in this city he eked out a miserable existence, but as a member of the city council on a $5000 salary he swells all up with self-importance and dares to dictate to those, in our opinion, his mental and patriotic superiors. In the late war Tindall fought nobly and for that all praise, but on his return he was not disposed to practice law SEATTLE, WASHINGTON, SATURDAY, August 7, 1920. again, doubtless because he realized that he was such a poor lawyer he would starve to death, and so he and his friends plead that he be given a place at the public crib. We have observed that the office holders always preach sermons on patriotism, which leaves the impression with us that the salaries they draw each month are the greatest stimulants for the text of their sermons. Of course this is a white man's country but it is so because might makes right. However, it occurs to us that it will not continue so if the white man does not do more than to sit in the shade and figure. Ought is ought, and figure is figure, all for the white man and none for the nigger." He has got to get out and clear the lands and till the soil and thereby compete with the man with the hoe as well as control with the pen. Give us for leaders broad-guaged liberal minded men, who are not afraid to meet the other fellow in open combat, whether commercially or otherwise. Who is willing to abide with the survival of the fittest. Six gubernatorial aspirants seek your vote, to help to land them in the White House boat, but its up to you to look them over, before you place one in the clover. Hart stands for "all things good and true," but slow in giving to you what is due. He calls on Jones to name a man, for him to place into an office can, but always fails to reach the point, where he can cover up the joint. He moves too slow for public show, and should be placed in doubtful row. Hartley is recorded as alright, and I believe he has the light, but though he has a score of men around his distributing pen, not one of them is Ephram's son, and yet old Eph has thousands in the run. Go learn of Hartley what he means in overlooking Sambo Jeans. I saw Ed Coman in his hole and talked to him about the role he'd play in case he reached the boat by getting all the colored vote, but on that point he was some shy and left me floating in the sky. I think he may be pretty good if he is fully understood. Gelatley is scattering all around and tries to cover all the ground, but is waiting 'till the plums get ripe, before he'll talk about cold tripe. He keeps his counsel to himself as to the distribution of the office pelf. Doubtful row is just the place in which to fix his voting ace. George Lamping killed his gubernatorial goose when Negro prejudice he let loose, and he deserves no votes from you, or any of the colored crew. Just shut him out when he comes round to cultivate your voting ground. Long years ago he showed his hand and shouldn't be allowed to land. Jack Stringer has no show to win and so to hit him is a sin. He wants a job and that is all he hopes from this fight to fall Now you have heard about them all, prepare yourself to take a fall, but land on one that stands for right then work for him with all your might, and whether you may win or lose you show that you are man enough to choose. "I notice on the bill of fare 'potatoes a la boycott,'" said the guest. "Yep," replied the waiter. "That means we aint serving spuds any more."—Detroit Free Press. Vol. 5, No. 7 EDITORIAL PARAGRAPHS The question is will either Senator Jones or Representative Miller ever realize they had any opposition in the primary election? There seems to be little or no difference between a drunken hog on four feet than one on two and the world would be a deal better off without either. If it is to take fifty million dollars to complete the Skagit project the $600,000 recently appropriated will not do but little more than survey the place. Among those who have filed for the Republican nomination for sheriff is A. Coon, but he seems to have little or no chance, but this is a true instance of there being nothing in a name. One government for Seattle and King County is a great deal more economical than a dual government, but, there would be a great deal less friction in the adjustment if Seattle was made an independant county. A liar law might operate advantageously in more states than Minnesota and North Dakota if applied to candidates in other states as its to the Non-Partisan League in those states. For heated campaigns a liar law might be the long sought elixer to check a lying tongue, If M. Garvey, the founder of the far famed Black Star line and of the propaganda that a $ ^{11} $ Africa is destined to be under the control of the blacks, can successfully organize and direct in battle array the 400,000,000 Negroes of that continent of perpetual sunshine he will be able to drive all the whites therefrom, but we have our doubts. It may cost fifty million dollars to complete the Skagitt power plant to a 600,000 horsepower capacity," says an engineer, but even then what assurance has Seattle that it will not peter out as did the Cedar River dam and prove to be a collosal monument of worth lessness.Seattle got most beautifully trimmed in the Cedar River dam and it is hoped that she will profit from past experience. If the papers quoted E. B. Ault, editor of the Union Record correctly and likewise Albert Johnson, chairman of the Congressional Committee on immigration, then in our opinion Ault wound Johnson up as completely as one would wind up a hank of yarn in a ball form. But perhaps Johnson forgot to paint and powder his face before the session opened and that so annoyed him that his think tank couldn't work. Washington's legislative clique is not taking kindly to the accusation of Gelatley, which charges said clique with being responsible for the most of the vicious legislation that has been passed since one, Jimmie Davis of Tacoma, who would serve the state more advantageously if he were some where else instead of in the legislature, has been master of the situation, but in our opinion Gelatley is about three thirds right. There seems to be no doubt of the quituation of Villa and he is now in the hands of the Mexican government, not, however, as a prisoner, but as an honored guest. He dictated his terms of quituation and the Mexican government accepted and if Villa is not a coming president of that unfortunate land of Cactus then we greatly miss our guess. And in the mean time, our W. W. of Washington City, D. C. is doing his accustomed stunt of watchful waiting. ```markdown ``` POLITICAL POT PIE Win With Warren!—Joel F. Warren, Republican candidate for sheriff, is making his campaign for the office on promises of economical administration of the office and systematic policing of the county. "Efficiency and economy in police work go hand in hand," says Mr. Warren. "During my thirty-six years of experience as a police officer, I have found that men skilled in peace officer work perform difficult tasks with less than half the number required by less experienced officers. At the present time the sheriff's office is using men and money in a needless duplication of work done by the Seattle police department. This practicie will be done away with if I am elected." Mr. Warren comes of old revolutionary stock. He traces his lineage direct to General Joseph Warren whose name was immortalized in American history when he was killed at the Battle of Bunker Hill because he stubbornly refused to retreat. His father was born in North Carolina, his mother in West Virginia, while the candidate himself is a native of Missouri. The history of Mr. Warren's life is closely allied with events in the Island Empire and later in the far north beginning in 1865, when he arrived at Walla Walla with his parents, a mere child, having made the journey by oxeam and prairie schooner across the plains. After receiving his schooling at Walla Walla the family moved to a farm some twenty miles from the present site of Spokane. It was here that Mr. Warren first received notoriety for police work. Bill Jackson, a notorious half-breed Indian, murdered three men while peace officers were attempting to take him, and young Warren being well schooled in Indian methods, took up the chase trailing him for eight days and then capturing him single handed. The capture of Jackon attracted so much attention at Spokane that Warren was offered the position of police officer for the town and on March 25, 1884, was sworn in as the first peace officer of that etiy. In 1887 he was elected chief of police of that city and was re-elected for five succeeding terms until in the latter part of 1900 he left for the gold fields of the north to become captain of police at Nome. After serving on the force there for two years he entered the United States Marshal's office and became extradition agent for Alaska, serving in that capacity for eight years. During the Panama-Pacific International Exposition in 1915, he accepted a position on the plain clothes force guarding visitors from crooks that thronged the exposition city. At the close of the exposition he returned to Seattle to look after property interests here. In 1917, when the army authorities placed the ban on Seattle, Mr. Warren was tendered the position of chief of police with the task before him of cleaning the underworld element from the city. Shortly after he took office the ban was lifted and the army authorities together with many civic organizations publicly thanked Mr. Warren for his work. As chief of the police department he led his men in numerous Red Cross and Liberty Loan drives. At the conclusion of the war he declared for a policy of "employ returned service men first" and as a result more than 100 ex-service men who are now members of the force were given permanent employment. Mr. Warren has been a Seattle property owner and taxpayer for the past eight years. He is married and has one daughter. Some one told us a story about a mon- key that lived in the jungles of Africa that took an exception at something an elephant had done and it lay awake nights for some weeks devising some method to punish the elephant. The plan it finally fell onto was to climb up a tree and crawl out on a limb and await the coming of the elephant, which was browsing along in that direction. When the elephant gets directly under me I'll turn loose and drop on it and will not only give it an awful jolt, but will frighten the life almost out of it." It was not long before the elephant was at the desired spot and the proper time for the monkey to play his piece. It therefore "let go Reilly, let go" and down it went and hit head end upwards on the elephant's back and then 1 ```markdown ``` JOEL F. WARREN Candidate for Sheriff bounced off onto a great log, which knocked all the wind out of it, and yet the elephant paid no attention to the incident—it was simply jungle life. Two hours later the monkey pulled itself together and looked around for his crippled victim but saw no signs of the elephant. Then he soliloquised as follows: "I only intended to give Mr. Elephant a scare and a shock, but never dreamed of blotting him clean out of existence as I have." May perhaps Billy Inglis has reached a similar political conclusion as did that misguided jungle monkey and is climbing up a personal opinated --- tree and stretching himself out upon one of the limbs thereof with the view of dropping onto Senator Wesley L. Jones as he passes thereunder and politically blotting him out of existence. If so, in our opinion, he will experience a finally no less ludicrous than that of the monkey and Jones will not even know of the plot to put him out of the way. In the Senate seat, so long occupied by Jones, Inglis would rattle around like a mustard seed in a tin can or a weasel in a mountain grotto. Jones is one of the strongest men in the United States senate and Washington state would become the laughing stock of the world to exchange him for Billy Inglis. So ludicrous is the idea that Jones should not even take cognizance of his candidate The fight for auditor has reached the interesting stage. As yet Elmer F. Connor has not decided to enter the contest, and if he does not, he will be for Link Smith. Of course Spear has the advantage over Smith in that he is the office candidate and the "forty 'leben" dozen useless clerks in that office are not doing much else just now, but electioneer for Spear. They make it a rule to buttonhole every man, woman and child that enters that office. Spear, however, is never introduced as but few persons would have the nerve to vote for him after they had given him the once over. Smith is letting the campaign take care of itself and he continues to give the county value received for the salary he is drawing. I almost know Claude C. Ramsay will have no opposition for county commissioner from the first district and since W. W. Beck's proposal to become a candidate in opposition to Dobson ran off of the minds of the voters like a bucket of water from a duck's back, I am now of the opinion that Dobson will have no opposition at least in the Republican primaries, all of which meets the approbation of the editor of Cayton's Weekly. It begins to look as if the superior court judgeship is going to be a battle royal this year and many outsiders will file for the places. Doubtless A. W. Frater, Mitchell Gilliam and Everett Smith will have little or no opposition and will be nominated by overwhelming majorities. Prior to the primaries every four years there is talk of getting Tallman's goat, but the voters always put him ahead of all the rest. Just now the lawyers are saying cutting things about Tallman, but fortunately for Tallman the lawyers do a very small percentage of the voting for the judges, hence I expect to see Tallman roll up his usual majority. Ronald has always succeeded and may do so on this occasion, but they are after him and I truly hope they will get him. I understand Clay Allen will not file. John S. Jurey has always run poorly, which I can not understand, for he is a man, every inch of him, and as democratic in his makeup as was Abe Lincoln. He deserves more consideration. King Dykeman is by no means a popular candidate this year, if what I occasionally hear about him be true. I was told that the court house bunch and the lawyers are planning to get his goat and that they are hoping to enlist the sympathies of many laymen in their opposition to him. He may pull through but his chances are not flattering at this writing. Speaking about the outsiders seeking the judgeship I am of the opinion that Crawford White will lead all the rest and Charles E. Claypool will come in second and that John E. Carroll will follow third and Otis W. Brinker fourth. Senator French, the father of the many anti-marriage bills that have been put up to the legislature of this state from time to time, is in Seattle and is raving like a mad dog in a thunder storm in his endeavor to convince the voters that he is the right man for lieutenant governor. French has traveled in the legislature with the I tickle you and you tickle me class, who have wished upon the taxpayers of this state more vicious legislation than a dozen honest legislatures can relieve them of. With Lamping as governor and French as lieutenant governor, Harding of Georgia and Vardeman of Mississippi would be a thousand times more acceptable. Under a Republican governor no colored man in the state of Washington has ever held an appointive position either from the governor or any appointee of the governor and that too despite the fact the colored men have all but unanimously voted the Republican ticket. It remained for a Democratic governor, Ernest Lister, to cause one of his appointees to give a colored man a position under him. A leading Republican was wondering why so many colored men were taking stock in the Triple Alliance move, but when he reads the above statement it will be plain to be seen. The leaders of that political propaganda are making beautiful promises to the colored voters of the state, which is a great deal more than any Republican has ever done and they are turning a listening ear. I related the above facts to E.T. Coman, one of the gubernatorial candidates, and he frankly said, "the colored voters have not been given a square deal," and he was absolutely correct. Its now up to the colored voters of the state to remedy this political insult by working and voting for such persons seeking political preferment as will promise to play the game fair with them in case of their nomination and election. It was on the occasion of Mme. Modjeska's last tour through the United States. The play was "Macbeth." The city, Madison, Wisconsin, where is located the University of Wisconsin. Members of the Haresfoot Club, the college dramatic organization, imbued with a desire to see life behind the scenes, applied for work as supernumeraries. The production was late getting in and those lucky enough to be accepted were taken in charge by the "super-captain" just before the first curtain rung up. He proved to be a red-headed stage carpenter, made up and prepared to enact the role of the Bloody Sergeant. He gathered his little troupe about him and explained the business of the banquet scene. "It's dis way," he expounded. "De old guy wid de alfalfa—Macbeth—he's knock off a couple of ward bosses what stood in his way. Politics, see? He's giving a banquet to square things, and youse is his guests. He pipes a ghost, or thinks he does, after he gets full of booze, an' acts kind o' nutty. Youse gets up, all excited, but his missus—she's a wise dame—she ups and says: 'Oh, don't mind th' damn fool. He gets dat way at times.' Den youse sets down again. See? Bym'by, he goes bugs once more, and he says: 'Get t' hell out o' here.' Den you exit. Now, go on an' do your damndest." The players did. "You ought to read the newspapers and get a different opinion." "Opinion! Good Lord, man, I have three already."—Dartmouth Jack-o'-Lantern. "There's one advantage golf has over baseball." "What's that?" "You don't have to take your wife to see it played."—Detroit Free Press. First Scout—Say, what is it that you can put in a barrel and the more you put in the lgihter it gets? Second Scout—Don't know. First Scout—Holes.—Boy's Life. THE PASSING THRONG Last week Caytons Weekly called attention to the fact that Dr. Charles F. Maxwell was seeking the Republican nomination for the legislature from the forty third district and the Doctor's attention was called to it by a constant reader. I had forgotten the incident when, Sunday morning in bolted Dr. Maxwell with his arms full of garden truck and before I had time to even say "good morning," he said, "I saw what you had to say about me in your paper last Saturday and I came over to not only thank you, but to reward you with such as I have, which I have just gathered from my garden as money is out of the question with me." I took a long breath and said to my self, what manner of colored man is this? For thirty years I have published a paper in Seattle and as I now remember it, this is the first colored person to come to either my home or to my office to thank me for paying him or her a compliment in he columns of my paper and yet it has been done unstintingly from time to time. For some reason the average colored person either overlooks such things or remains silent even when his or her heart is bubbling all over with grateful thanks. Such has so frequently happened not only with me, but with others whose shoes I am not even worthy of unbuckling that the latter day colored man is put down as unappreciative by the great thinking public. I want to say ere I close this screed that I appreciated Dr. Maxwell's garden stuff a thousand times more than I would have twenty five dollars in cold cash from him and I'll say, but few men need the filthy lucre more than I do. * * * Some months ago I read in the Crisis, a New York monthly, published in the interest of the propaganda spread by the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, a complaint to the effect that it had a silent constituency, that is to say, the publishers had no idea whether the magazine pleased or displeased its readers. If however persons subscribe for a publication and when that subscription expires the same person renews and continues that from year to year that is evidence sufficient that, the publication pleases as silence always gives consent. I fully accept that theory, but it makes a publisher feel more like stretching him or her self if both encouragements and cusses occasionally peep in to pay their respects. I dearly love a criticism and even when it is unfair. A little fulsome praise is a pleasing sensation, but too much of it it absolutely ruinous. * * * With her face more or less blistered from the hot rays of old Sol it was plain to be seen that Mrs. L. A. Graves had just returned from the seaside, where she had spent a delightful vacation with friends. She told me of the pleasant vacation she had enjoyed with friends both in Portland and at the seaside and said, "you ought to go," but she overlooked the fact that publishers seldom have friends, who will so royally entertain them as did her friends entertain her, and she further overlooked the fact that the publisher with sufficient money to his credit to purchase such pleasant vacations is the exception and not the rule. The hope of having a summer vacation seldom ever occurs to me, and when it does I console my self with the hope that when I die I will go to heaven, but if to hell I should happen to go. I'll make Cayton's Weekly READABLE RELIABLE REPUBLICAN Will Help You If You Will Help It --- it so hot for old Lucifer that he will petition St. Peter to permit him to give me a torch and let me go out and start a resort of my own. * * * Two young men stood earnestly talking together as I passed them and their apparent earnestness attracted my attention. I observed them more closely and found them to be Harry S. James, an accomplished young architect, who has failed to get employment in Seattle on account of his dark skin, and David A. Graham, Jr., who, though a high school graduate of the schools of Seattle, has been unable to get any kind of employment except of a menial nature, such as the white boy will not do. Just what they were talking about I do not know, but I remembered that James is planning to sail for Brazil in the very near future and Graham is planning to sail for Africa in a very short time, and then I said to myself, they are perhaps bemoaning their lot, that with opportunities all about them in their native land they are forced to sail for foreign countries for opportunities of mental development. Two friends in their youth, in all probability are parting forever on earth, but I trust they promised to meet each other in that house not made by hands, eternal in the heavens where we will all be the same. It then occurred to me that may perhaps after all this is the solution of the class troubles in this country (black and white) as the young colored men become more highly educated they will seek opportunities in other countries, where the color of one's skin does not count for as much as it does in this country, where a black man has the same opportunities of development as a white man. Who knows but in fifty years from now five millions of the colored citizens of the United States of North America will not have migrated to the various countries of Central and South America and becomes an integral part of all of them. To be sure this country will suffer from a labor standpoint as a result of such an immigration, but it will prosper from a peace standpoint thereby, and I trust the exodus will soon begin. * * * In times past I told you the story of a colored deacon of Mt. Hope Baptist Church down in Mississippi, who was almost excommunicated because he declared in open services that, "I have lost faith in the efficacy of prayer." He was called on the carpet by the Elder and seriously questioned his reasons for making such a statement and briefly he replied: "Well, one night I got down on my sin bended knees and prayed hard and long for the good Lord to send me one of Farmer Jones' fat turkeys for dinner, but no turkey came. I did the same the next night and no turkey came. Well, I had always heard the third trial is always the charm, so the third night I prayed harder and longer and still no turkey came. But the fourth night I marched myself over to Farmer Jones' fowl house and the next day I had turkey for dinner. That's why, brethern, I no longer believe in the efficacy of prayer." Now I have a friend in Seattle that has recently been converted to the "efficacy of prayer" doctrine and she calls on it night and day. One night not long since she decided to get up the next morning at 7 o'clock and being rather sleepy headed she prayed earnestly for the good Lord to wake her up at the appointed time. One meets queer coincidents in life and this friend of mine met one on this occasion. She slept on the first floor directly under the bath room. During the night a slow leak sprung in the water pipes and the oozing water soaked through the plastering, but the wall paper held it up until something like a bucket full had collected in the paper in one spot and right over her head. While she was leaning heavily on the efficacy of prayer idea, yet for safety's sake, she put an alarm clock hard by, which began to chatter at the proper time and at that moment the wall paper gave way and down came the water in her face. With a shriek and a leap she left her bed with, ee ms bal e.3ah: DPE tities wa oe FS we, oe od ee 4 (ip. Sedma a a a ra n | baer ag 9k woh Wc ky a teil OS IO ee RS creames a es ae what in the damnation is this? She is now more strongly fixed in her efficacy of prayer belief, but says, the next time I pray to be woke up I will add, but do not do it with a cold shower bath. se # Last Wednesday was red letter day for the Seattle Branch of the National Asso- ciation for the Advancement of Colored People as it acted as hostess for between 500 and 1000 persons at Fortuna Park where a picnie was held. I do not think I ever met a more pleasing crowd, every one of whom enjoyed himself or herself every moment he was in the park. Community dinners were spread where friends of long standing renewed former pleasant relations. Jones and his bunch sold good barbecued meat at two bits a smell and I hear it was all smelt away. Winston was gate keeper and the lady that had a poodle got real mad when she had to pay for it entering the park, but Winston informed her that he had no more respect for a dog than he did for a human. Joe Warren, candidate for sheriff, also peeped in on the bunch and I am told he put more chicken away than a Methodist preacher, which is surely going some. In the young women’s foot race, Miss Ilazel James showed that she is some sprinter and she says in ease of domestic entanglements fast running may come in awful handy. *_ * Bishop Wm. A. Fountain, the new bishop of the Eighteenth Episcopal district of the A. M. E. Church, will pay his first visit to Seattle Sunday, August 15th, and will preach morning and evening at the First A. M. E. Church. A banquet will be held in his honor Monday evening August 16th. * Mrs. Florence Davis of St. Louis, Mo., will be a guest of Mrs. S. C. Winston dur- ing the month of August. * + The person who took Ralph Jones’ ko- dak over at Fortuna Park last Wednesday had better return the same and save trouble as two reliable witnesses saw them with the instrument. Return the kodak and there will be no questions asked. STOLEN FROM THIEVES At Christmas time Elinor got several Ititle candy animals, which she has been saving beeause they were so eute. But one day the toy rabbit was missed. ‘‘What did you do with Bumny?’’ ‘Oh, he got too dirty to play with, so I ate him,’’ re- plied Elinor. As the powerful motor car dashed along the French country road in a smother of dust and fumes, the owner leaned toward the chauffeur and yelled out: ‘‘Where are we now?”’ “‘Just running into Paris, sir!’’ roared the man at the wheel. The owner of the ear shook his head irritably. ‘‘Oh, don’t bother about little details,’”? he shricked back. ‘‘I mean what country?’ “‘Maria!’’ roared Mr. Gayboy, ‘‘where on earth is my hat?’’ ‘‘I am sure I do not know,’’ retorted his wife, coldly, still show- ing signs of the family scene which had marked hubby’s return home in the wee small hours. ‘‘You ought to,’’ snorted the man. ‘I can’t keep a thing about this house. It’s a shame the way things dis- appear without any apparent reason! I would just like to know where my hat is!’’ “So would I,’’ replied the lady meaningly. “You didn’t have it on when you came home last night.’ Charles M. Schwab at one of his Loretto dinner parties was talking about a man who was vainly beseeching the banks for a loan. “‘He’s a rich man, too,’’ said Mr. Schwab; ‘but he’s work poor.’’ ‘‘Work poor?’’ said a guest. ‘‘Yes, work poor,’’ Mr. Schwab repeated. ‘‘You see, he’s always got so many operations in hand that he’s always short of money to finance them. Work poor, I eall it.’” Then he smiled and added: “He’s one of those fellows who dig so much that they’re always in a hole.’’ Mr. Gabb had been out at an all-night poker game and was trying to square him- self when he got home at noon the next day. He had a package under his arm. ““Wouldn’t you like to know what is in this package?’’ asked Mr. Gabb. ‘I’m not a bit interested,’’ replied Mrs. Gabb. “Well, I bought something for the one I love best in the world,’? announced Mr. Gabb, with a grin. ‘What did you buy yourself, collars or neckties?’’ snapped Mrs. Gabb. Ife was one of those smart men who like to show their cleverness. ‘‘Watch me take a rise out of him,’’ he said, as the tramp approached. Then he listened solemnly to the tale of hard luck. ‘‘That’s the same story you told me the last time you ac- costed me,’’ he said, when the vagrant had finished. ‘‘Is it??? was the answering ques- tion. ‘‘When did I tell it to you?”’ ‘Last week.’’ ‘‘Mebbe I did, mebbe I did,’’ ad- mitted the tramp. ‘I’d almost forgotten meeting you. I was in prison all last week.’’ Pat was employed as a hodearrier during the new building operations. One morning he happened to be late. Putting on his clothes in haste he hurried away without noticing that he had put on his overalls hind side to. Arriving at the works just in time, he was soon climbing the ladder with his first hod of brick, but half way up he fell to the ground. His mates rushed to the rescue. ‘‘Are you hurt?’’ they asked. Pat opened his eyes and for a moment gazed wonderingly at his own legs. ‘‘No, bedad,”’ he said, ‘‘but I’ve had a terrible twist.’’ The temperance reformer was _ justly proud of having converted the biggest drunkard in a Scottish town and induced him—he was the local grave-digger—to get up on the platform and testify. This is how he did it: ‘‘My friends,’’ he said, “T never thocht to stand upon this plat- form with the provost on one side of me and the toon clerk on th’ ither side of me. I never thocht to tell ye that for a whole IN THE SUPERIOR COURT OF THE STATE OF Washington in and for King County. In_the Matter of the Estate of Robert M. McMann, Deceased—N.. 27794, Notice to Creditors. Notice is hereby given that the undersigned, Mabel Akers, has been appointed executrix of the estate of said deceased, and has qualified as such executrix, and all creditors of the deceased and all persons having claims against the deceased are re- quired to serve the same on the said executrix or her attorneys, Sullivan & Christian, 1507 National Realty building, ‘Tacoma, Washington, and _file with ‘the Clerk of the above Court, together with the proof of such service within six months after the date of the first publication of this notice, to-wit: within six months after the 31st day of July, 1920. MABEL AKERS, Executrix of the Estate of Robert M. McMann, Deceased. SULLIVAN & CHRISTIAN, Attorneys for Executrix, 1507 National Realty Bldg., Tacoma, Wash. July 31-August 28, 1920 Distributor of Mme. C, J. Walker's Hair and Skin preparations. _ Mail, postal and express orders promptly filled. 1201-3 Jackson St, Seattle, Wash. 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. Thousands of Barrels f Refreshing, aionde 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 GILLIE RICHARDSON RUSSELL WALTON month I’ve not touched a drop of anything. I’ve saved enough to buy me a braw oak coffin wi’ brass handles and brass nails, and if I’m a teetotaller for anither month I shall be wantin’ it.’’ Many are the stories told of the thrift’ of Harry Lauder. The fact that he is of Seot- tish descent has given humorists an oppor- tunity to plaster a multitude of yarns, de- served and undeserved, upon his personality. Here’s one: Some years ago, after Lauder had passed under the exclusive manage- ment of William Morris, he enjoyed one of the most prosperous seasons of his career. Week after week he played to capacity houses. Money flowed in the box offices. Receptions a-many were accorded him. Publicity came from every source. Lauder was happy. ‘‘Ah, mon,’’ he told Morris, *‘but it’s bonnie. An’ I'll not for- get yet, ken that. "Tis a rare giftie I have to make ye before I gang awa.’’ Time and again, as the tour continued, Lauder reiterated the statement. Morris became more and more curious. He imagined all sorts of magnificent gifts, but, despite an active imagination, he could not fathom the secret. And then it came. Lauder said good-by and walked down the gangplank of the vessel that was to carry him to Scotland. Before he left, however, he shoved a package into Morris’ hand. When the vessel cleared the manager found a secluded corner and opened the package. It was a photograph of Lauder, auto- graphed in the actor’s own hand. A. D. SMITH — OB. 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