The Lampasas Daily Leader. (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 11, No. 62, Ed. 1 Tuesday, May 19, 1914 Page: 2 of 4
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THE LAMPASAS DAILY LEADER
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Why Wooden Indians Are Rapidly Disa
H?ASHINGTON.—Not often Is It now that one meets<a wooden Indian on
W the streets of Washington. One more frequently meets the real Indian
who has come from Oklahoma or Montana or some other far place to lodge
a complaint at Washington against
something or somebody. It was not
very long ago that a wooden Indian,
or a pair of wooden Indians, was as
important to a tobacco store as red
green lights in a drug store
or a pole striped red and ’
or red, white and blue in front c.
barber’s.
Times have not gone well wil
the wooden Indian, and about two
years ago the writer made a census
of them in Washington, and after
canvassing all the principal streets from the river front to the boundary and
from Foundry branch to the Eastern branch, he did not find enough to fur-
nish fuel for a respectable council fire. They had become nearly extinct.
They had not gonw to happy hunting ground, but had been otherwise dis-
posed of.
The owner of the big Indian which stood for uncounted years at the
northwest corner of Ninth and D streets northwest told the writer that the
tobacco trust slew the wooden Indian. At first it was believed by men who
sold tobacco that a wooden Indian was a partner in the business, that he was
a mascot and that without him no customers would enter. About the time
Shat the various tobacco companies began to merge they set the fashion of
huge lithographs, and these were of actresses and actors, and not of Indians.
Some of the new stores opened without setting up a wooden Indian.
Then the police regulations began to interfere with wooden Indians who
loitered on the sidewalk. They seemed to get on the nerves of the police.
Sn the first place they obstructed the pavement. They held out bunches of
wooden cigars as though they would halt passersby. They also carried knives
and tomahawks.
Central Plaza, Panama
They Are Called Alphonse and Gaston of Capital
ENATOR JAMES HAMILTON LEWIS of Illinois and Representative An-
15 drew Jackson Montague of Virginia are the Alphonse and Gaston of con-
gress. The Chesterfieldian manners of Lewis are well known through the
middle West and the far West, where
he formerly resided, but Montague is
#ot so well known. He was formerly
governor of Virginia, and Lewis is a
sative of that state, reared and
schooled in Georgia, though later he
attended the University of Virginia.
Both, therefore, are Virginia gentle-
men—whatever that may mean—and
Virginia gentlemen, sah, do not fail
Jo impress it upon their acquaintances
Sat they are such. The impressions
are made on the floors of the senate
sod house, as well as on the streets and other places.
The writer chanced to be standing at the curb one evening discussing in
'4 very practical way with Senator Lewis the very practical question of who
fras going to win out in the fight for the internal revenue collectorship at
Peoria, 111., when Montague came along. The conversation ceased as Lewis
Sad Montague recognized each other, both raising their hats and salaaming.
8 hen for the mutual Introduction and ten minutes of cross-fire of the ameni-
JSes exchanged between the two Virginia gentlemen. It was beyond the pen
■' -Sf the brush of the cartoonist who made Alphonse and Gaston famous.
Stos It Case of Flea Bites or Just Phlebitis
I^NIL of Senator William J. Stone’s ailments during his recent illness was
phlebitis. The senator’s physician has been reticent concerning the de-
rails of the senator’s ailments, and it was only after Senator Stone got out
and to feeling like his old self that
he personally made known what was
the trouble with one of his legs, which
is getting all right again. His physi-
cian had jocularly remarked that of-
fice-seeking constituents had been
aFvvHiiikmsp'
I Must hauf
and that was all that ailed it. The
senator went to the capitol on
crutches when he first got out, but in
a day or two he was feeling much
stronger and suffering practically no
pain and was, therefore, able to joke
Ibout his afflictions. He made some inquiry about phlebitis, and a pension
examiner in the pension bureau told a story of a veteran of the Civil war
applying for a pension. The applicant wrote a personal letter to the com-
missioner of pensions, setting forth that he had been a sufferer from phlebitis
and wa3 entitled to a pension. The commissioner sent the case out to a
rural examining board, In the county where the applicant resided, for investi-
gation. In due time the report of the country doctor, chairman of the exam-
ining board, was received. It set forth that a thorough examination of the
applicant substantiated the claim that he had been afflicted with phlebitis,
"because his right leg is spotted with the markings left by flea bites.’'
did Woman in Gallery Helped to Curb Acerbities
|* HE United States senate a few days ago tried to transact business while
X an old lady in the gallery knitted wool socks and cast a meditative eye
span the doings and sayings of the solons assembled on the floor.
The senate made little headway,
ft was self-conscious. Perhaps it had
memories. Perhaps it had a feeling (
that it was undergoing a criticism \ h W Af-
much keener than that of the press v
gallery.
The old lady sat and knitted.
fVSsen the debate waxed warm she
laid by her yarn and needles and lis-
tened. When things quieted down she
took up her task. After the senators
Siacovered what sort of an eye they
were working under they .became
Store circumspect and more temperate in their words and action.
Most senators are yet old enough to recall the aunt or the grandifaother
tJhal knitted and knitted, without any lessening of mental activity. Those
Sffeo are that old, or that fortunate, know the ultimate of criticism, and calm
Judgment, and detective ability. The play of the knitting needle seems to
give Its manipulator a supernatural calm. It seems to give the small boy
wife® faces it a physical and central qualm.
We would" that the senate In the,.exercise of Its constitutional right as a
jplf-governing body might in a moment of virtue elect some dear old lady
^Bitter extraordinary to sit and knit, and look, and with the flash of her
**etiles and the calm sophistication of her eye soothe the heated brow of rhet-
bring back the normal temperatures of health and of truth.
ATTERLY the papers have been
telling of the work being done
down in Panama, lauding Col-
onel Goethals for the speed and
excellence with which he has
accomplished the task set him and re-
viewing the story of the big ditch.
That there should be another side to
life down on the isthmus, that not only
the engineers’ wives and daughters
and sons, but the engineers them-
selves should come to miss, more and
more keenly with each passing wreek,
the luxuries and manners and customs
of their homelands seldom enters into
the heads of even the most thought-
ful.
For a fortnight’s visit, the Isthmus
of Panama is indeed delightful! To
wake in the morning to hear the boys
calling freshly-caught iguanas for
"sale for your luncheon bouillon; or to
let the silvery flute-music of the scis-
sor-grinders come through the fine-
meshed screen at your window, to
have orchids on your breakfast table
and perhaps pluck your own bananas
or guavas, and then to stroll down
among the quaint Spanish-Americans
is, indeed, a treat. But after only five
days of it, you’ve quite enough; given
years of it, and the pall is indeed a
great one.
A "Tipless'' Hotel.
All the world, to a man” on the
isthmus, must center for the term of
his stay at Panama City, the capital
and metropolis of the republic. Your
first peep of this unique city unfolds
itself almost as you leave Uncle Sam’s
big hotel on the heights. Governor
Goethals has made this a ‘‘tipis
hotel.
Uncle ^Samhas^laig^Qut a park here,
JiU*- gentle turr sloping down hill to
the city itself, and where American
soil meets Panamayan and the quar-
ters of the poor there is a school for
Spanish children. It is obvious that
the business of the future in Panama
will be with folk from the States; but,
while the school is of boys alone and*
of whites only, at that, it is conducted
throughout in Spanish.
Follow the little, \$dilte-clad lads
from the school yard into the neigh-
boring native quarter and you find
streets with verandas overhanging, as
they do In old Madrid, and here wom-
en wash the week’s laundry out under
the tres, while little sons play about,
nude as Adam, and daughters loiter,
wearing Just a calico slip. Children
are numerous and the “animated
chocolate drops” fairly get into one’s
way. In places the older women
hoist water from old-fashioned wells
out under the palm trees; carrying the
pail on the shoulder to the house.
Not a courtyard so poor or lowly.
pers, but not stockings, and suits of
light wear, with quaint straw hats and
ties. Some of these children are very
black; others are brown; all have the
soft, gentle voices.
In the old quarter are the shops, im
teresting to tour, but pitiful to rely
on. Drug stores, or boticas—dark,
measly places—make one wonder
vihat percentage of germs and grime
are added to each prescription. Odd
little fruit shops neighbor them—
shops with a very diminutive tomato,
wrapped in bark and seeming like so
much candy; shops of oranges and
what seem green bananas, the plan-
tain, of course. Here, too, are the lit-
tle brown, naked children, scrambling
all over the wares.
Off to one side opens the saloon
area. Women operate these saloons—
a buxom duenna in each—and they do
a land-office business, for their little
lane forms the short-cut across the
arc formed by the long main street of
Panama, and men as they pass
through must, perforce, patronize.
Ever Present Buzzard.
Busy, indeed, is that Broadway of
Panama. Instead of street cars there
are hacks innumerable. Traffic costs
but ten cents from any one point in
town to another and so every one,
even to the poorest negro, rides in the
landaux. Each such vehicle has its
bells, clanging wildly for passage and
bringing to mind the drivers’ cries for
way in equally-crowded Gibraltar.
You turn from peering high at^hem '
to the little shops in whichJ.h§,-famous
-SnSTsoIu. Hats can be
nad in price from five dollars up—gold
always. All American money in Pana-
ma is gold; all Panamayan money is
silver. Whatever its denomination,
the silver money is worth just one-
half that sum in gold.
Panama has another native product
for which she is world-renowned and
of which specimens are to be had in
these little shops. This is the native
lace and embroidery, often made in
the rear of the shop itself. The wares
will range in value from five cents the
yard up.
Throughout this heart of the business
district, step behind the little store
and you are in a quaint, interesting
courtyard. One great establishment is
known as “The Devil,” and American
girls, having bought hats in it, are
wont to make a bee-line to “The
Devil’s” back yard to have snapshots
taken of themselves among the palm
trees.
Wander off in another section of
Panama city and the old depot recalls
memories of your readings of child-
hood. Built of stone, now gray with
age, the depot is a survival of the days
however, that does not support its co- j almost of the ’49ers. It brings to mind
coanut palm or two. Up this the dusky
native boys “shinny,” to get the great,
green-hulled fruit on demand. With
the handy machete they split t{ie rind
and bring out the nut. Then, with a
pocketknife from some Yankee trader,
they plug one of the three eyes at the
end of the nut (one of the three is al-
ways softer than the others) and
drink the lukewarm, refreshing milk.
After that they devour the fruit, and,
be one ever so hungry or thirsty, the
appetite is quenched. This ease of
satisfying the prime demands of life
accounts, of course, for the lack of in-
centive to work, the laziness and idle-
ness of the Panamayans.
Wander further away still from the
Escuela Publica, out of sight of the
big .park and the Tivoli on the heights,
and In among the palms and you will
meet little boys coming to school
chatting in Spanish. They wear slip-
the wondrous tales of how, before the
railway came, men had to cross the
Isthmus on donkeys; of the fever and
pestilence from which they suffered;
of the great heat and how mules stum-
bled to destruction on the trails; how
guides would renegade and held one
up, and how, now and then, outlaw
bands swept down and boldly mur-
dered the traveler. There’s a more
modern station not far distant.
And then your first evening in
Panama! Oh, how you envy the lucky
folk destined to spend days and weeks
and months here! How you look back,
even now, to watching the Sunday/
drawing of the lottery, the Sunday aft-
ernoon at the cock fight; the early
Sunday evening drive to deserted Old
Panama—America’s proudest city in
its day, but wrecked by Morgan, the
buccaneer, jo&fr since given over to the
jungle! X
TEW GIVE THANKS
"s Special Mercy and Favor
So Freely Bestowed Meets
With Ingratitude.
As the master entered a certain vil-j
lage he was met by ten men that were*
lepers, who lifted up their voices, be-
seeching him to have mercy upon
them. Their prayer was answered.
_r were all cleansed and cured
from their dread malady. But only
one of the ten showed gratitude for
the mercy received. He, when he
realized that he had been healed,
turned back, and with a loud voice
glorified God and gave thanks; but
the others, who were equally bene-
, did not return to give glory to
In the plaintive words of disappoint-
ed love, the master exclaims, “Were
there not ten cleansed? But where
~~ i the nine?”
Ingratitude is a grievous disap-
pointment to benevolence—yet it is a
common experience in life. Of all
the multitudes who are shown mercy
1 special favor, how few give recog-
nition by grateful acknowledgment
and thanksgiving. The Instance given
of nine, out of ten being ungrateful
shows that the proportion of the un-
grateful is very great. How great
God alone knows.
Leprosy represents the extremity of
calamity that may befall men. Lep-
rosy is a painful, loathsome and an
incurable disease by any natural
means known. Its cure has never
been effected, except through super-
natural agencies. It Is a type of sin
in the fact that it is hereditary, in-
fectious, loathsome and incurable by
ordinary means. The sin-sick soul,
like the malady of leprosy, cannot be
cured, except by the divine physician
of both soul and body.
Instinctively Turn to God.
The lepers found- themselves in the
extremity of physical peril, and they
called upon God for help. All men at
a time of great calamity turn instinc-
tively to the supernatural for deliver-
ance. In the hour of great trial
wicked men recognize the existence
and ability of God. They call upon
God for mercy, though in the times of
prosperity they have no reverence or
respect for his name.
Sometimes the prayers of the un-
godly are answered. All of the ten
lepers were healed, yet only one of
them was a good man. How often
men who in distress cry unto God and
are delivered forget or ignore the obli-
gation of gratitude, the deliverance
imposed upon them!
Ten were healed, but one only gave
thanks. “Where are the nine?” The
question teaches that gratitude is ex-
pected from all, and is an obligation
resting upon all. ■ The one leper who
showed It was made whole and sent
on his way rejoicing. Gratitude never
fails of reward.
The one in our narrative promptly,
showed U; gratitude. As soon as he
saw' that he had been healed he
turned back, and with a loud voice
glorified God and gave thanks. His
action was voluntary, and every ex-
pression of true gratitude must spring,
spontaneously from the heart in ai
spirit of humility.
He fell down on his face at the
feet of his healer, giving him thanks.
Humbly and Independently of what
others might do or think, he came
alone.
There were ten cleansed, but “there
were not found any that returned”1
save this one, yet the presence of
others would not have made hi: grati-
tude less Independently his own.
Only Acts That Count.
Had the whole ten returned, glorify-
ing God and giving thanks, with eachi
it would have been a voluntary, hum-
ble and Independent expression of
gratitude. Some people manifest ap-
preciation of an act of kindness be-
cause they see others praising it;i
such a spirit has no element of grati-
tude in it. It is not what others do
in return for mercies, but what we
do, that counts in our lives.
Most men, like these ten lepers, call
upon God in time of great physical
distress. Realizing that there is ho
help from any visible means, they
turn to the invisible power for relief.
There is an innate belief in the exist-
ence and ability of God. It may not
be recognized until confronted by
some great affliction or evil. Many
have this belief at all times, but even
the hardened sinner In the hour of
dread trial has awakened in his soul
some response to its «reator.
But there is a distress greater than,
the greatest temporal affliction. Lep-
rosy in the soul is far more dreadful
than leprosy in the body. There is no
remedy for it, exoept what has been
provided by the divine physician who
healed the ten lepers.
He is ever ready and anxious to aj>-
ply the remedy to all who seek it.
Oh, that the sin-sick souls of men
might cry to him as the lepers did,
“Have mercy upon us!” It'Is the way,
and the only way, by which men may
be made whole.
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Vernor, J. E. The Lampasas Daily Leader. (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 11, No. 62, Ed. 1 Tuesday, May 19, 1914, newspaper, May 19, 1914; Lampasas, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth897490/m1/2/?q=%22~1%22~1: accessed August 15, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Lampasas Public Library.