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i odics or .
When the firemen turn out the thing
to look fur Is a hut time.
Perhaps it Is a good thing for the
American people thut they can't read
the Japanese newspapers.
"Is It a white vest, or a white walst
cout?" asks an exchange. If you can
afford only one, brother, 'it is a vest.
The only language Gen. Kurokl uses
is Japanese, and It Is said he uses no
more of that than Is absolutely necessary.
Some men ore born great, some
achieve greatness, and some can Im
part a curvilinear motion to a leather
William Dean Ilowells says It Is a
crime to accept money for poetry. But
Isn't the man who pay inouey for
poetry also guilty? ' ;
Ambassador Bryco takes a rosy view
of the future of this country. It might
bo different If Mr. Bryco had Editor
Stead's gift of second sight
Stage coaches on their way to the
Yosemlte Valley are being held up by
masked highwaymen. The far West
continues to have some local color.
John D. Kockefellcr was arrested the
other day for going forty miles an hour
In bis automobile. Here Is another out
rage for Chancellor Day to scold about
Inasmuch as Mr. Rockefeller's fine
for scorching In his automobile was
only $23, we may reasonably hope that
It will not result In a further advance
In the price of oil.
A Philadelphia preacher has been
dejtosed because he failed to put tti
nough style to suit his congregation.
We are' able to say In hit, behalf that
he did, not wear celluloid cuffs.
It would be better for Japan not to
make war on this country, but If noth
ing else will do her our producers and
manufacturers will take pleasure In
bowing her our fine Hue of war supplies.
People who want something bright
and original ""may" bo referreM tJ tue
story of a Texas cyclone that picked
up a letter and delivered it to the
person to whom it was addressed, twen
ty miles away.
London society women are taking
lessons for the purKse of learning to
walk as American woineu do. Is It
possible thut the London ladles, think
It Is the limimer in which they walk
that enables Anierlcuu girls to get the
dukes and earls?
A Jewish banker who died In Paris
not long ago left $5,010,000 to the Pus
teur Institute, notwithstanding the fact
that the total value of his estate wus
only $13,000,000. In this country peo
ple who aro not worth any more than
that usually think they onght to have
tall monuments If they leave $30,000 or
$00,000 to chofltable or public institu
tions. When a young woman's heart Is
broken by a tickle suitor she Is consid
ered Just I fled In claiming damages In a
good round sum for the breakage. With
uiHtrlor masculine business Instinct a
young mail In New York 1iub started a
precedent by handing In an Itemized
bill of the excuses of courtship when
the fair one proved false. The miilo
heart may be tougher in Its breakage
than that of the more susceptible sex,
but the money plaster Is quite as efll
cnelims In the one case as in the other
and It does seem that It Is hardly fair
to leave the unlucky swain with an
empty purse as well as with a denuded
Great Britain's colonial conference Is
likely, whether It accomplishes any Im
mediate political results or uot, to edu
cate the people of England to a sense
of the stso, value, Importance and op
portunities of the girdle of self-governing
colonics which belt the world. The
conference has given the English news
papers a new theme to discuss, and
they have discussed It so extensively
that not even the casual English reader,
who Is usually as Ignorant of the Brit
ish colonies as he Is of America, can
help absorbing some Information about
tho great English-speaking domains
across the sea. This Is a kind of ad
vertising which pay.
By vote of Its board of directors, an
Important English corporation has late
ly made a fine moral distinction which
shows lu most pleasing fashion the up
ward tendency In business life and
seta an example to other corporations.
The action of the board had to do with
the disclosing of board room secrets
- . .
and with the use of what Is 'commonly
called "Inside, Information" for. the
financial benefit of directors.' It was
voted, after some 'dlscusslon.'tbat no
member of the board Bhalf buy or sell
any stock or shares of. the company
without previously announcing his In
tention to' the directors, or shall have
any Indirect holding of the stock or
enures without disclosing the fact to
the board." It was also declared that
no director having special knowledge
of the company's trading results should
buy or sell shares until such knowledge
Is in the hands of the general body of
shareholders. The evil of the use by
directors, fur their own profit, of lu
formutlon which Is theirs, by virtue of
their position Is not confined to Great
Britain. It Is a wholesome sign that
the Injustice of It Is beginning to be
noticed. There Is another side of the
mutter In which the public Is directly
Interested. In the meeting of the Eng
lish corporation referred to, there was
a reference to the fact that a recent
considerable advance In the price of
the stock had taken place with no ap
parent reason and without justification
by the present business or future out
look. The Inference was that "inside
information" had been allowed to get
out which was not information at all,
but misleading statements put forth for
the purpose of enabling some one to
make a turn In the market "Private
tliis" cannot be trusted. Such action
as that taken by the British corpora
tlon would prohibit no legitimate trad
ing by any person, whether a director
or not, who, by the maintenance of a
corps of informing agents or a staff of
correspondents, or through any -other
outside channel, becomes possessed of
information which Is likely to affect the
price of sharea That method is honest
and above board, and entitles a man
to the profits of his energy and fore
Do you remember the story of the
sot who was picked up in the street,
taken to the duke's house, put into the
duke's bed, and found himself, when
he awoke, surrounded by a bowing and
obsequious throng? He stared at them,
He could not understand. There were
silken clothes lying on the chair. His
morning meal was being handed him on
a gold tray. He fell back In bed, and
exclaimed, "Oh 1 I am dreaming ! This
Is not me 1 It cannot possibly be me !
It must be somebody else!" Why did
he think this? It was not altogether
because he knew he was not a duke.
The real reason for his 'astonishment
lay deeper than that He thought so
little of himself that be knew nobody
else could think very much of him. At
heart, the poor Bot had no self-respect.
People never think any . more of you
than you think of yourself. This does
not mean that you are to pretend, or
that you are to be proud, and go along
thinking only of what a Superior per
son you are. But It does mean that
people will never take off their hats to
you unless you hold up your head.
Don't aiiologlze for what you are. One
of the saddest spectacles In the world
Is taut of a man who Is too humble to
demand resiwct, or too apologetic to
command attention, or too much of a
moral weakling' to assert his rights.
Tho world will never search you out,
and drag you Into the limelight and
say, "Here he Ib ! We have been want
ing to find him, so that we could show
him respect, and reward him, and give
hi in all the deference and honor he de
serves!" No; the world will let you
stay In your obscure corner, and will
give Its honor and rewards to the man
with half your ability and twice your
self-resiHvt. Say, "I know what I am.
I know what I can do. I know how
good my work Is. I know, too, that I
am struggling dally to make myself a
more complete man, to Increase my field
of effort, and to do 'better work. I
will not le puffed up with false pride,
but I will not bo obscured by, mock
modesty. I am uot the best man In
the world, nor yet the most able man,
or the most skilled workman ; but I am
what I am, and no one shall dare to
take from mo one smallest portion of
my self-respect, or fall to give me the
fullest measure of the recognition that
Is nil ne,"
Beaten by a Frenclmian In the dis
covery of a substitute for butter, the
American has now far outstrlpiied his
scientific rival across the sen In turning
that discovery to commercial uses. One
result Is that American manufacturers
ar shipping hundreds of tons of oleo
margarine back to the land of its ori
gin every year, and are selling It there
cheaper than the Frenchmen them
selves can make It Chicago Is now the
center of the oleomargarine Industry of
the world. Technical World Magazine.
"Charley, dear, said young Mrs. Tor
kin, "Is Is true that money talks?"
"I suppose so."
"You must be very fond of alienee.
After losing your money at the races
you go to the ball game and lose your
voice." Washington Star.
If you waut to oblige a friend do
toniethlng for htm hi way Instead of
your own way.
EE RAH THE "ROCKET." STEPHENSON'S FIRST ENGINE.
The engineer who ran the famous Itocket of George
Stephenson, the first passenger locomotive to draw a
passenger train In the world, Is still alive, In good health,
and celebrated his ninety-second birthdny a few weeks
ago at his home In Des Moines, Iowa. Edward Entwlstle
is the name of the mau who has this unique claim to
Every effort was mode by numerous exhibitors In the'
transportation department of the Louisiana Purchase Ex
position to have Mr. Entwlstle go to St. Louts, as he
had gone to Philadelphia at the Centennial Exposition.
Lnrge sums of money were offered to him, and the temp
tation was great, for the old engineer Is far from being
wealthy. Owing to his extreme age, however, and the
fatigues of a 400 mile railroad Journey, the offers were
declined. Thirty years ago Mr. "Entwlstle hod been
officially Invited to attend the Philadelphia Exposition.
He was not informed that his old engine was on exhi
bition and was wandering through the transportation
exhibition when he happened upon It His Joy at the
recognition of his old pet Is still remembered by those
who were In the secret and who accompanied the famous
engineer on bis rounds.
Entwlstle was a lad not 16 years of age when Stephen
eon completed his plans, secured a charter for the rail
road between Liverpool and Muncbester, laid his track
and was ready to run the train. Entwlstle was recom
mended to Stephenson by no less a personage than the
Duke of Brldgewoter, whose steward Informed his high
ness that Entwlstle was the best mechanic In the shops.
Mr. Entwlstle, In his humble borne, delights to live over
the old days and tell the story of the preparations and
the trial trip, the events of which are fresh In bis mind
from frequent Iteration.
He builds as. he can, as be will,
In weakness or strength as It seems;
And it 1b what it Is; for his skill
Is only the truth of hiB dreams.
And his dreams are m strong as his faith,
Or as weak as the fears that they own ;
And what to his soul either sayeth,
: That Is, and that guides him alone.
So some ships that are stately and fair
Go down for a morsel of faith;
While some thUtlv4own barks, light as
No storm can move out of their path.
Mabel went Into the llbraryand-found
the old gentleman sitting there with
his newspaper. She perched herself on
the arm of his chair and, as he looked
particularly stern and forbidding, be
gun to twist his near whisker around
her slim forefinger, which was a little
way she hnd. I'pon which, the old
gentleman, with a sigh of resignation
and exasperation blended, dropped .his
paper In his lap and said :
"Oh, nothing," replied Mabel, contin
uing tlie curling process.
"Then what In nation Don't do
that, girl ! You're pulling me."
Mabel tossed the newspaper to the
floor and slipped into Its place. "By
the way, papa," she said, "and apropos
of nothing on earth, what did you quar
rel with Mr. Glidden about?"
The old. gentleman's thick pepper-
and-salt eyebrows drew together In a
frown. "None of your business, miss,"
he answered. 1
"But I want to know.
"Well, If you waut to know, It was
over a political matter."
"I didn't know you ever went In for
politics. Tell me about It"
"There's nothing to tell. I wasn't
directly Interested. You're giving me
a cramp In my knee. Tick up that pa-
ler and give It to me and skip. Isn't
there any place I can go without your
coming along and bothering me?"
"Not any I know of," replied Mabel,
calmly, "and I don't believe I'm hurt
ing your knee, either. It was about ten
years ago, wnsn't it?"
"That's right" said the old gentle
man. "It was In the presidential elec
tion of W. Time Bryan ran against
"Was Mr. Glidden for McKlnley?"
"He' said McKlnley would win. I
don't think he was ever for anybody
"Well, be was right wasn't be?"
"Certainly bo waa right Oh, cer
"Well, he made tome darned Imper
tinent remark, that's all, and not for
the first time by many. He well, that's
all there was about It Now, run along."
"Do you want me to pull your whis
kers ognln or are you going to telhme?"
"Now, look here, Mab,' you wouldn't
understand. I well, I offered to bet
hlin 5 to 1 that Bryan wonld be elected
and he undertook to tell me that gam
bling on elections was Immoral and that
an offer to bet was no argument .and
that he was content to base- bis belief
on certain facts and" figures that ap
pealed to bis judgment and all that sort
of stuff reproving me, by grief!"
"I think you needed reproof," said
Mabel. "Shocking 1 Don't you your
self know that gambling Is Immoral?
And I always- looked up to you so,
papa! Mr. Glidden was perfectly
The old gentleman pinched her ear.
"That's what he was," he admitted.
"That's what grinds me. I've known
Glidden ever since I was knee high to
a toad and I always found htm to be
In the right That's the trouble, If you
want to know."
The girl patted his shoulder sympa--thettartlx-TrmfsnTIled.
"The first tune I ever saw him," said
the old gentleman, "was when I was
at school In BogleyvIIle. I bad a mar
ble board that I'd traded another boy
out of. It was just a plain board about
"PO08 DADDY !" SAID THE OIBL FITTINGLY.
a foot long with square boles cut In the
base of it some larger than others.
You stood off and shot at the boles.
If you got through the very biggest
bole you got your own marble back and
another oue; If you got through the
next biggest you got three marbles, and
so on. The highest you could win was
twenty, but you could Just barely get
through that All the marbles that
missed . going through any bole and
most of them did went to the owner
of the board. See?"
"I see," said the girl. "Sort of a slot
'fCot at all," corrected the old gen
tleman. "There was no gambling about
It. It all depended on tho skill of the
players. There was one boy who al
ways allot at the biggest bole and be
won every time, until I barred bhn out
for a sure-thing sport Well, while the
boys were shooting Glidden came up
and watched and presently declared
that no known marbles could go
through the twenty bole unless It was
hammered through. I called him a liar,
of course, and offered to fight him, but
be said tbat fighting was wrong; which
la right of course, and that be was
right which be was. I bad been run
ning the game In perfect good faith,
but the board had got wet and swelled
the wood since I tried It It mnde me
a great deal of troutile, I remember."
"Poor daddy!" said the girl, pity
ingly. "That was always the way with
him," said the old gentleman, quite
savagely. "Some boys know It all and
get let down. He knew it all and that
was all there was to it He called the
teacher down once for spelling 'seize'
s-l-e-B-e.' Teacher was sure' she could
not have been mistaken. She bad
spelled It 's-l-e' all her life, but she
looked It np and, sure enough, Glidden
was right He was good enough t6 in
struct Bill Somes, the station agent,
that it was daypo' and not 'deepo.'
Bill said that Glidden young one would
get his measly little neck wrung some
time, but Glidden himself was always,
the only successful predlcter. He told
me I'd get chicken pox if J played with
Ltm Green, who was getting over It
and I got it. He was the only boy who
came to the Baptist Sunday school pic
nic with an umbrella. ' He said he
thought It was going to rain, though
the Lord Harry only knows who made
him a weather prophet But It rained
all right It had .to."
Mabel squeezed, his arm and giggled.
"You see. It wasn't Just the election ;
It was Glidden. And there were two
or three others there and they agreed
with him, and I was glad of the
chance to quarrel with him, if you want
"Did you hear that they were going
to leave Chicago?" asked Mabel.
. "No. Are they? I'm glad of It"
"All but Bert," said Mabel. "Bert's
studying medicine, you know.",
"Who's Bert?" ' ' '
"Bert Glidden, of course," replied
Mabel. "And he's going to be .quite
lonely, poor fellow, and be Isn't a bit
like bis papa. Not a bit I'm sure I
don't wonder at you. I knew him at high
Bert and I think you'd like him, but
he thinks from something he's heard
his father say that you'd be prejudiced '
against him and wouldn't care to
bare him call. But I told bun bis
father, with all due respect, must be
crazy and that there wasnt an atom of '
prejudice about you. But he's the most
wrong headed, blundering boy ever was
and so diffident I And I dont think I
can Induce bun to come; but If be
should come you'll not be grumpy with
him, will you? Because It's Just a
charity, with bis people going. ,
"Well, I think I've bothered you
enough. Here's your paper. Aren't
yon going to ask me to come again?
Mabel danced to the door, smiled,
courtesJed and disappeared. The old
gentleman snorted. Bnt be did not
resume his paper for several minutes,'
Chicago Daily News.
Tim by tk Forelock.
"Was their marriage a failure?"
"On, no. They were divorced before
It bad a chance to be that" Judge.
A certain amount of humiliation Is
necessary to keep a man down where