Image provided by: Cottage Grove Museum; Cottage Grove, OR
About The Cottage Grove sentinel. (Cottage Grove, Lane County, Oregon) 1922-current | View Entire Issue (Nov. 5, 1909)
THE NEW TURKISH WOMAN. HONEY BEES HAVE OPIUM HABIT. Schools With American and English Teachers Wanted. HE primitive town with its tree or hill as a central meeting place where men could gather to discuss their common needs of defense or offense and where they could exchange the prod ucts of their labor for such things as their neighbor could offer them, was as lacking in design as are the heterogeneous mixtures, the gigantic conglomerate growths, the great cities which modern architects are now planning to reduce to order In a certain sense, the general meeting place was the civic the early roads would naturally lead to it. When the people fixed their homes 'near this meeting place and stayed there for any length of time, the fear of wandering and hostile tribes led to the digging of a ditch or the raising of a wall, which in later centuries made way for en- ’ circling boulevards, as did the walls of Paris. In this primitive town is found the germ, the nucleus of tile modern city. As people increased both in numbers and in knowledge, the centers of population also increased both in number and in size, writes H. B. Chamber- lain. Whatever charm and picturesqueness they possessed were accidtnts of growth and not the result of artistic plan or design. The picturesque charm of many of the older, cities was and is in many instances in direct contra diction of the modern spirit of city development which rests its being on the principle that beauty in a city is dependent on structure, not adorn ment. The underlying principle of structural beauty in cities is utility, though the utilitarianism is of the highest order, comprehending cleanliness, order, sanitation, comfort, convenience, health, sunlight, air, spaciousness and various other things sadly needed in the older and, it must be admitted, in some of the new’er cities. The desire for better design in cities is in the air, and has been for at least the last dozen years. Perhaps the Columbian exposition, showing what harmony and beauty resulted from plan and design, awakened the thought that if a temporary, ephemeral group of buildings could be made so beautiful, why could not art be applied to the designing of more perma nent groups? At any rate, many American cities have at least discussed the possibility of improvement. The aroused interest in designs for cities expresses itself in various ways in the different cities. In Chicago the necessity for a connection be tween the North and South sides led to consideration of the method in which it shall be accomplished. Various organizations have expressed their opinions as to what should and what may be done—for the ideal plan, as has been demonstrated elsewhere, is not always within the realms of' the Immediately possible. Chief and best among the plans as yet advanced is that worked out by the Commercial Club, which is contributing generously both in money and the time of its individual.members to a plan for a more beautiful Chicago. In St. Paul the building of a new capltol which needed adequate-and pleasing avenues of approach led to the appointment by the City Council of ■a committee to consider wljat should be done to provide such approaches. This committee issued a report adorned with drawings, maps, photographs and views of other city buildings. Its text was devoted to the specific prob lem and recommended three approaches, to cost about $2,000,000. In Boston a committee on-municipal improvements of the Boston- So ciety of Architects, financially supported by seven organizations and acting independently of the city government, brought in a report suggesting how certain gaps in the city plan could be filled. In St. Louis public-spirited citizens appointed a committee to consider a city plan. This committee outlined points to be considered. ^The final ; plan covered improvements involving the expenditure of millions of dollars. I These three reports of Boston, St. Louis and St; Paul oddly enough appeared on the same day. In New York the present Mayor, under instructions from the Board of Aidermen, appointed a city improvement commission. So far as actual achievement goes, little has been done. Even San Francisco, though it had the Burnham plan in its possession art the time of the earth quake, has yielded to the exigencies of the present and done little toward realizing that architect’s dream of beauty. The park movement, too, seemed slow in embodiment. Yet almost every city is the better for it. So with city plans and designs now being brought forth. Even Rome, with Nero to command, was not rebuilt in a day. SOME MARRIED MEDITATIONS. By Clarence L. Cullen. You’ll never get more than one view «of the face of the woman who has but one cheek dimple. Ever notice the constrained smile of the woman whose upper front mo lars are ail pivot teeth. Some women’s idea of facing adver sity is to pay 19 cents for the hair nets that they formerly paid two bits for. When she sees a woman friend bear band’s going to law is that it affords plucks you by the sleeve and says: “our attorney.” A woman considers it sacrilegious to visit a cemetery without crying a little, even if nobody she ever knew is buried there. What she chiefly likes about the forgiving business is that usually you’re moved to buy her something for forgiving you. What some women like most about settlement work is that it gives them a chance to look sad and sweet when they talk about it. When a woman wants to deprecate another woman’s attire she puts it something like this: “Your little dress is quite nice. This year’s?” It isn’t meant at all, but is pure bamboozling bunk, when she exclaims, “My, how grand and strong you are!” after you’ve helped her from the sad dle or some other elevated perch. Have you noticed how her\ eyes be come suffused with a dreamy wistful ness when she’s reading about the di vorce figurante who says she never wears the same $500 gown twice? Ever notice the patronizing hauteur of the woman with the corsage bou quet of orchids when she espies an other woman with the corsage bou quet of mere carnations or Jacquieml- not roses? It’s queer why a woman with a 14x20 back yard, containing a tired- looking rose bush and a few holly hocks, should imagine that she needs garden .shears, gardening gloves and a sunbonnet. When a woman wants to intimate that the just-taken photograph of a sister-woman is a flattering one, she puts it something like this: “Um—• ye-es, It is quite pleasing—but rather unduly idealized, don’t you think, my dear?” The woman who declares to folks that her husband, during all of the twenty years of their married life, “never has said one cross word to her,” may be set down without further investigation, as a charter member of the Sapphlra club. Men can build bridges, fight battles, tame bucking broncos, and all that sort of fluff, but they can’t gulp four glasses of chocolate icex cream soda and then sit down, hungry, to dinner. Votes for Women! When he sees*a woman friend bear ing down in a big touring car she plucks you by the sleeve and says: “Don’t let the conceited thing see that you’ve noticed, her. She’s swelled up enough as it is.” Rich Without Money. If one is too large to be measured by the dollar mark, or to be inclosed in his estate; if the wealth of his per sonality has overflowed until all his neighbors feel richer for his life-and example; if every foot of Vand in his community is worth more because he lives there; then the loss of his prop erty cannot materially shrink his in ventory. If you have learned to be rich with out money; if you have, by the culti vation of your mental powers, gather ed to yourself a treasure of indestruc tible wealth; if, like the bee, you have learned the secret of extracting honey from the thistle as well as from the rose, you will look upon your losses as a mere incident, not so very import ant to the larger and fuller life. It gives a sefise of Immense satis faction to think that there is some thing within us greater than the wealth we acquire on our material pursuits; that there Is something about us better than our career, bet ter than living-getting, money-getting, fame-getting; that there is something which will survive the fire, the flood, or the tornado which sweeps away our property, which will survive detrae-' tion, persecution, calumny; something that will outlast even the dissolution of the body itself. That is, nobility of character, the sweetness and light which have helped people, which have made the world a little better place to live in.—Success Magazine. In -Constantinople a few weeks ago, before a room full of English and American women, a young Turkish graduate living in Stamboul was ask The Raggedy Man. ed to say something about her fellow Oh, the Raggedy Man! He works for countrywomen. No nervousness was i Pa; exhibited by the small, black robed An’ he’s the goodest man you ever saw! figure that rose to speak to such an audience for the first time. With He comes to our house every day, the horses an’ feeds ’em yashmak (veil) thrown back—there An* waters hay; being only those of her own sex pres An* he opens the shed—an’ we all ’1st ent—revealing a girl’s pale, delicate- laugh looking, oval face, whose fascination- When he drives out our little old wob- lay in the large hazel eyes and ex bley calf; pressive mouth, she spoke without An* nen—ef our hired girl says he can— hesitation in the purest English, her low-toned voice-having but the slights He milks the" cow fer ’Lizabuth Ann— Man! est indication of an accent. Ain’t he a* awful good Raggedy “I feel I should apologize to you, Man? ladies, for speaking in your own Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy language, but I have been commanded Man! to speak by an American lady—and I am accustomed to obey Americans, W’y the Raggedy Man—he ist so goo< having been educated at the American He splits the kindlin’ an’ chops the wood; College for Girls in Scutari. First, An* nen he spades in our garden, too, the women, of Turkey must be awak An’ does most things ’at boys can’t ened to their need of education—al do— though this is «necessary for the men, He dumbed clean up in our big tree too,” she added, smiling, “as they An’ shook a’ apple down for me— have received almost as little educa An’ nother’n, too, .fer ’Lizabuth Ann— tion as the women; then we shall es An* nother’n, too, fer the Raggedy Man. tablish head schools in Constantinople Ain’t he a’ awful kind Raggedy w|th English and American teachers, Man? 'after which we shall have our own Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy instructresses, who will be sent to dif Man! ferent towns throughout the empire. For years the teaching of Mohammed An’ the Raggedy Man, as knows most rhymes, has been wrongly construed; but now we shall go forward, giving justice to An’ tells ’em, ef I be good, sometimes; Knows, ’bout giunts, an’ griffuns, an’ all, as we are commanded.” elves, This young girl—the only holder of An* the Squidgioum-Squees ’at swal- a degree for women in Turkey—Was lers theirselves! permitted by her husband to spend a An* wlte by the pump in our pasture night at the house of an American lot, woman and speak to her friends, the He showed me the hole ’at the Wunks is got, only stipulation being that there should be no men present.-—English ’At lives ’way down in the ground, an’ can Mail of Frankfort. Turn into me, er ’Lizabuth Ann! Ain’t he a funny old Raggedy Man? Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man! The meetings which Sam Jones, the famous Georgia preacher, used to hold at his bush-arbor tabernacle at Car tersville were generally unique and picturesque, and it was not always the preacher himself who made them so. On one occasion he ifivited a woman who had established a very useful and successful school for the untaught boys from the mountain re- gions of the South—the “poor white” children—to come and explain her work to his audience. She came, but she brought with her one of the brightest of her boys, for she told Mr. Jones she did not be lieve in a woman’s speaking in meet ing when a man could be got to do it. The preacher was skeptical of. the boy’s ability to get through with his speech, for he was evidently very nervous over the ordeal; but the young* woman Insisted, and Jim had his chance. . The youngster started In with the speech that he had written and learn ed word for word. He did very well until he began to enumerate the buildings that the school possessed. “We have a recitation hall, three dormitories, a barn and a poultry yard,” he declared. Then he paused; the next thing he had forgotten. The only way out that occurred to him was to go back and begin his speech all over again. This he did, and by and by came again to the buildli £S. “We- have a recitation hall, three dormitories, a barn and a poultry yard,” he said. Again there was a dead stop. Everybody was by this time deeply interested in his struggle, and there was profound silence in the tabernacle. A third time the speech was begun, and a third time the fatal poultry yard was reached, and it proved as hard to get by as before. Mr. Jones winked at the teacher and smiled at the audience.. He was enjoying it hugely. Blushing furiously, but “game” to the last, Jim began a fourth time. This time the excitement as he ap proached the poultry-yard was intensd. There was no laughter, although a few smiled. “We have a recitation hall, three dormitories, a barn and a poultry yard,” said Jim. The silence was al most painful, but this time the treach erous memory became submissive, and Jim went bravely on with the rest of his speech. When he had finished, Mr. Jones told the audience that they had come as sheep to be sheared, and must help this needy school, now that they had heard one of its boys make so elo quent an appeal. “It is making these boys lifters and not leaners,” he declared. “Don’t for get the poultry-yard that Jim has struggled over. Everybody must help by giving a hen. If you can’t give a hen, give a dozen eggs at least.” The First Impresiloi, “What was your first impression on arriving at Europe?” “Great joy,” answered the traveler, A prisoner at the sessions had been duly convicted of theft, when it was “over the fact that I was through be seen, on “proving previous convic ing seasick.”—Washington Star. tions,” that he had actually been ’ in Women’s Whims. prison at the time the theft was com A woman always gets cross when mitted. “Why didn’t you say so?” she has to get up to let her husband asked the judge of the prisoner angri In, "but she doesn’t mind it at all to ly. “Your lordship, I was afraid of get up and let the cat out.—Atchison prejudicing the jury against me.”—Ar- Globe. The average girl brought up in a The resistance to traction in dry religious family has the same fierce weather is smallest on brick pave desire to become a missionary that a ments and In wet weather on bitulith- boy has to go out West and fight In lo pavements. dians. .. J. . x.. . Dangerous Alibi. Old Favorites The Raggedy Man—one time when he Was makin’ a little bow’n-n’-orry fer me, • Says, “When you’re big like your Pa is, Air you go’ to keep a fine store like his— An’ be a rich merchant—an’ wear fine clothes? Or what air you go’ to be, goodness knows! ” An’ nen he laughed at ’Lizabuth Ann, An* I says, “ ’M go’ to 'be a Raggedy Man!. I’m ist go.’ o be a nice Raggedy Man! ” Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man! —James. Whitcomb Riley. As I’d Nothing; Else to Do. ’Twas a pleasant summer’s morning, Just the day I like to enjoy; When I woke and looked out early, Puzzled how my time to employ. In such fine and splendid weather, I don’t care for work, do you? So I went to see my sweetheart, As I’d nothing else to do; So I went to see my sweetheart, As I’d nothing else to do. Off I started through the meadows, Where the dew beads pearl’d the spray, And responsive to the song birds, I kept singing all the way. Quite surprised she was to see me, • Come so early there to woo, ’Till I said, “I just walked over ’Cause I’d nothing else to do.” Till I said, “I just walked over ’Cause I’d nothing else to do.” Then we rambled forth together Down the lane, beneath the trees, While so gently stirred the shadows z Of their branches in the breeze; And whenever our conversation Languished for a word or two, Why, of course, I kindly kissed' her, As I’d nothing else to do. But before the^day was over I’d somehow made up my mind, That I’d pop the question to her If to me her heart inclined. So I whispered, “Sweet, my darling, “Will you hate me, yes or no?” ’‘Well,” she said, “perhaps I may, my dear,. When I’ve nothing else to do. Well,” she said, “perhaps I may, my dear, When I’ve nothing else to do.” Called His Papa Down. Little Willy is a bright boy and a saucy boy. His apt answers have often turned away wrath and often turned it upon him strongly. The other day his. father was reprimand ing him for some misdeed, and Willy was answering very saucily. The fa ther became very angry and, seizing the youngster by the collar, said: “See here, young man, you must not talk like that to me. I never gave my father impudence when I was a boy.” Willy was not feazed at all. With a cherubic smile he looked into papa’s eyes and said, “But, papa, maybe your father didn’t need it.” ’Twas all. off. Willy escaped punishment, while papa retired to another room. The Gloomy One. “Does your husband never come home smiling?” , “No; he’s afraid of hydrophobia.” “What in the world has that got to do with it?” “If he was to come to me smiling the dog might} bite him before it rec ognized him.”—Houston Post. Lilke One of the Family. Wigwag—Bjones says that when he Is at your house he acts just like one of the family. Henpeckke—Yes; he seems to be just as much afraid of my mother in-law as I am.—Philadelphia Record. We sometimes think the greatest •f all the virtues is politeness. Explains Perpetual Humming Poppy Bed. in SOMETHING FOR EVERYBODY , “Numerous honey bees have been Boys grow most rapidly in their for some days puzzling me by their extraordinary conduct in my flower seventeenth year; girls in their fif garden,” said a suburban dweller to teenth. A Dutch newspaper controverts the a Detroit Free Press writer, “and now a friend of mine who is wise in the prevailing notion that a sandy soil is ways of the world has revealed to me essential to the cultivation of bulbs. the reason for that conduct and it has Recent successes in the art of sky pained me deeply. sailing have stimulated the toy de ‘ “I grew a big bed of> poppies this signers, and already there are a num summer and they are now in abundant ber of flying-machine toys to amuse* and brilliant bloom. When the pop the children. pies first appeared bees were working Italian women may not engage tn all about the garden oil flowers of any industrial pursuit which occupies various kjnds. Then by and by I no their time at night Males under 15 ticed that they were abandoning these years of age are also barred from and taking possession of the poppy night work. beds In swarms. They seemed not The stock of gold in European only to seek the popples exclusively, banks is greater by nearly $300,000 but none, of them showed inclinations than it was a year ago. The increase to quit them “when once at work In the Bank of France alone has been among them. Bees hovered about the about $140,000,000. bed in frantic efforts to get places in Two big vessels for use in the Pa poppies, and every one of thè scores which were constantly occupied by cific trade are now building at the other bees, and these were just as Mitsubishi dockyards for the Oriental eagerly struggling to keep their places Steamship Company. One is of 13,500 in the flower cups against those en tons and two of 9,250 tons each. Opalescent glass for use in the man deavoring to get in. “A peculiar drowsy, droning hum ufacture of stained glass windows is was constantly about the bed, making made in uiis country in a manner one sleepy to hear it. It was evi which can not be duplicated and this dent from the persistence with which material is shipped all over Europe. the bees assailing that poppy bed Prof. Kirsopp Lake, of Leiden, has clung to their places or reluctantly undertaken the preparation of a photo now and then gave them up that who graphic facsimile of the New Testa ever it was that owned them wasn’t ment leaves of the Codex Sinaiticus. getting much work done in his hives, The work is being done at Oxford, by and knowing the reputation of bees the Oxford University Press, and is for being busy and improving each to be completed this year. shining hour I wondered more and There are more than twenty varie more at this singular lapse of duty. ties of tulips to be found growing wild Then one day I was showing . the in the country about Florence, the strange sight to my friend and voic earliest of these, a scarlet one with ing my wonder at what it all meant. very handsome flowers, being general He gazed at it a moment in a stony ly found among the corn; later on and cynical sort of a way and then there is a dainty, small, striped red said: and white one, and various lovely yel “ ‘What does it all mean? Why it’s lows, in shades varying from pale plain enough. Each and every one of lemon to a deep orange tint, with re those poppies is a natural opium joint flex petals.—“In a Tuscan Garden.” and the bees have hit up the dope and In 1905 the value of buttons manu can’t get away from it. That’s all it factured in the United States, as given, means,’ said he. in a special report of the Census Bu “And I was sorry indeed to hear it, reau, was $10,074,872. This was an for it pained me deeply to learn that Increase of $3,564,709, or 66.5 per cent the bee, the busy bee, ever held up as over the value of the product in 1900. . an example of all that should be emu Of the total button product pearl but lated and admired, should be thus tons constituted nearly one-half (48.3) prone to evil ways.” per cent), or $4,870,274 in value. Over two-thirds of the pearl buttons were LYNCHED BY JEALOUS WOMEN. made from fresh-water shells and the rest from ocean shells. Russian Girl Slain for Her Indis Before he entered politics, boss Shep criminate Flirtations. herd was an employing plumber in Details of the lynching of a young and beautiful woman by a crowd of Washington, afterward turning the jealous members of her own sex are business over to a younger brother. He to hand from St. Petersburg, a London made most of his money by taking ad correspondent of the New York Sun vantage of his knowledge of where says. The affair took place In the contemplated improvements were to village of Voleckhl, in the Russian be carried out at the public expense. government of Volhynla. The victim When the new government of the Dis had incurred the hatred of the other trict of Columbia was created, Shep women in the village by her flirtations herd got out in disgust, buying a sil with the men of the neighborhood, both ver mine In Mexico, where he died.— married and single, and feelings New York Press. Miss Mary E. Richmond, general reached a climax when It became known that on her account one of the secretary of the Society for Organized young men of the village had broken Charity in Philadelphia, has been ’his promise to marry another girl. elected secretary of the Russell Saga On coming out of church the other Foundation for thè Improvement of day the women, both old and young, Social and Living Conditions. She threw themselves upon the flirt and will write, teach and organize along in spite of her cries for mercy tore the lines of social science, in which she all her clothes off. They then dragged has been successful in Philadelphia her through the village by the hair during the last twenty years. She will of her head, beating and stoning her have charge of all the work of the mercilessly. At first the men laughed, Foundation relating to the extensions but when they saw how savagely the of charity organizations. girl was being maltreated they- at One of the highest authorities in the tempted to rescue her. The Infuri automobile trade gives it as his opin ated women, however, drove them off ion that the value of the output for and then dragged their unhappy vic the current year will reach the stu tim, who was by now a mass of pendous figure, of $125,000,000. This wounds, to a large tree just outside is the product of 153 factories, 100 of the village, where they hanged her which are operated on a large scale to one of the branches and then light and manufacture all but a small por ed' a fire zof brushwood under her. tion of the machines. The same au When the police arrived on the scene thority places the value of the plants ' they found the victim of the women’s which turn out these machines at fury lying dead under the tree, black $300,000,000. When it is considered ened to a cinder. that this business has been developed almost entirely in eleven years the fig The Patient Mule. ures are astounding.—Omaha Bee. The kind-hearted woman was very Two years ago the heads of large in solicitous about a certain mule be* dustries In Providence, R. Iw and longing to Erastus Plnkley. The mule neighboring towns started a plan' for had a sad and heavy appearance, and the elimination of contagion from their never looked more dejected than when works by co-operating with a special Its proprietor brought it up with a ist. They aimed to discover whether flourish at the front gate, says a write! any employes suffered from tuberculo In . the Washington Star. sis, and to aid any such in getting em “Do you ever abuse that mule oi ployment where the chance of check yours?” she inquired one day. ing the malady would be greater than “Lan’ sakes, miss,” answered Mr. in the shop or factory. Coupled with Erastus, “I should say not! Dat mule constant watchfulness special sanitary has had me on de defensive foh df measures were taken to reduce the liar las’ six years.” . bility to contagion. The effect has been to check the progress of the dis Not Guilty! ease. In Massachusetts physicians are The unable seaman referred to by now employed by the State to act as the American Thresherman probably inspectors, with power to rem thought he was being apeused oi factory edy unhygienic conditions. Tuberculo “mussing up the bedclothes.” * Enthusiastic Amateur Sailor—Let sis is naturally the chief concern in. this work. go that jib-sheet! Jules Huret, in a recently publish Unenthusiastlc Landlubber (who has been decoyed into acting as crew)-* ed article in Figaro, continues his criticism of the German people be vm not touching the thing! cause of their lack of humor. Noth A Pathetic Case. ing, he says, can better illustrate the , “Well, my girlish days are over, i low level of their sense of humor than am now an old maid.” the expression of a Frenchman who “Is there a dividing line?” lived with a German family in a town “There is. An ugly girl has just in where the largest confectionery estab vited me to visit her at the seashore lishment did business under the sign this summer.”—Milwaukee Journal. Zum Relchskanzler—the chancellor of the realm. Some tarts were served In High Life. which the Frenchman thought very “Your new butler seems rather awk good and he asked his hostess where ward.” they came from. “From the Relchs “For a butler, yes. But if he’s a kanzler,” she said. “What!” said the detective I think he does very well.**— guest in mock surprise, “I never knew Louisville Courier-Journal. that Prince Buelow could bake so well!” No one at the table smiled. If you had never heard of the habit Next day another Frenchman was told of smoking, and should drop Into a by the woman that his friend was a crowd where all the men were smok* “very childish man—he thinks that lug, wouldn’t it look funny? our chancellor is a baker.”