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MAGAZINE SEC71ON. WINNSBORO, S. C., WEDNESDAY, TULY ii ioo6. ETBIHD14 PAGES I Tro 4. BRIDE Al SHIP'S HIELM, MRS. G. Ir. ROBINSON ASSISTS HER HUSBAND IN DARING OCEAN RACE. Twenty-Eight Foot Yacht Braves Dangers of Gulf Stream and Treach erous Waves Off Cape Hatteras Winner Received $500 Lipton. Cup. After a daring ocean race of G50 miles, the sloop Gauntlet, with Mrs. Thora Lund Robinson at the wheel, finished second in the contest foi which Sir Thomas Lipton offered a $500 cup. The course of the race ex tended from Gravesend Bay, New York Harbor, to Bermuda. Mrs. Robinson is the two months' bride of George W. Robinson, the owner of the boat. It was a daring race for each of the three small yachts that competed, but more so for the Gauntlet, because she was the smallest of themeall, being only 28 feet long from bow to stern. The yawl Tamerlane, which won the cup, was 40 feet long and the yawl Lila, 39 feet All of the craft belong to the Brooklyn Yacht Club. For eight days these tiny boats were at the mercy of wind and wave, so much so that the yawl Lila was compelled to put into Norfolk har bor to save itself from destruction; while the smaller yacht bravely stuck to its task. They had to cross the gulf stream 150 miles off Hatteras, one of the stormiest spots on the Atlantic. Experienced yachtsmen were much surprised that the little Gauntlet was not wrecked or foundered somewhere on the way. -BUT TWENTY YEARS OL.. Mrs. Robinson is only 20 years old but ever since childhood she has been used to boating and swimming. For several seasons she has sailed an eigh teen-foot knockabout, making her sum mer headquarters near Amboy, on the lower New York bay. Though small, she is athletic and skilled in handling a craft and is said to be without fear on the water. Storm or sunshine is all the same to- her. 'One of the conditions of our mar riage on April 17th," said Mrs. Robin son before starting in the race, "was that I should go in this contest. George tried to dissuade me a.ew days after we were married, but I made him keep his promise. Although I am rated as the chief mate and bottle washer, if you will, of the Gauntlet, I have an Idea that I may superintend things be fore I get through. "Yachting is not new to me. I sail ed a knockabout for years in the lower bay. I learned to swim because I was capsized so many times that I had to learn. "Mr. Robinson and myself are to stand watch together, while.J. L. Dun lap and H. Higgins, the remainder of the Corinthian crew, will alternate in keeping watch. Steer? Why you don't suppose I'm going to be a passenger? I can, and am going to, do everything that a good navigator must do." STUMPED PROFESSIONAL SALTS. Professional sailors stood aghast at the courage of the Corinthian tars in undertaking such a perilous voyage. Disaster was predicted from the first The yawl Lila lost her mainmast shortly after Ihe start outside Sandy G " Hoktn a optbc o e spar whch ws imedatel prpard topemt ertrat the foloin Tueda. heTaeln'sv igato tine i th rae, ndshe, oo pu back Thepeope ofthe ittl Gautle di no e heacdntt h/Lli isspedfrtesopetrgto Hood crew busil topt back forearnw tohemito ther tosert te followard tuesday.Ttle aernMrs Thoavigato Rinson the race busy asthe, too, mak inot thns theiaccipen abou the Lilat Uis supoeday fore thepkp rightn one ando crewiously hrsatement thearshe proposed to accompany the yacht, and it was with consternation that the re gatta committee lEarned that she meant to go. Refusal to permit her to start, threatened to disqualify the boat, and all appeals were in vain. At last the committee yielded and permit ted her to start. The Tamerlane finished the course at Hamilton, Bermuda, at 3 o'clock. June 3rd. wlule the Gauntlet did not arrive until 24 hours later. The result was in doubt until the finish of this tiny boat, as the Tamerlane had to al low it 16 hours and 10 minutes owing to the difference in their length. Thomas Jefterson's Bible. The Jefferson Bible. with its beauti fu! red Mor(cco binding. made no little trouble in the House while it was a single forgotten volume reposing under lock and key at the Smithsonian Insti tution. Now that it has been photo graphed and reproduced in numerous copies, the little volume has multiplied care for the Senate. Hardly a man of the ninety but has had thousands of requests for the book, and more are coming in by every mail. It seems that -?ome enterprising busi ness man adv.ertised the Jefferson Bible prominently in a well-known magazine. He announced that it could be had for nothing if one would write to one's Senator or Member of Con gress, concluding his advertisement with the further statement that he had gone to considerable expense in having the advertisement printed, and hoped readers would turn to. his business an nouncement on another page. So it is that requests are rolling in upon Senators especially, for the pub lie seems to have taken the idea that they are more legitimate prey than gentlemen at the other end of the Capitol. Each Senator's quota is but thirty copies, and the only good way out of the dilemma appears to be to print more, just as Congress has done with the horse book and other popu lar Government publications. Better send for one before the second reprint is all distributed. Who For Next President? From Amerlean Spectator. At considerable expense American Spectator has obtained opinions and expressions of the same from all of the prominent candidates for Presi dential nomination. These are all un genuine, having come to us over our own private line, the least longest wire in the world. The pithy, epi grammatic summing up will, of course, be thoroughly appreciated. The fol lowing terse expressions are in an swer to our query, "Will you be a candidate?" Taft-My candidacy is a weighty problem, and there is a heavy respon sibility attached. Cannon-I will if I do. Bryan-The third is the lucky trial. I shall not get out of communication with my friends. Shaw-I have always universally considered myself a strong candidate. Hobson-Of course, it Is an office of limited responsibilities-but Fairbanks-You'll really have to ask Mrs. F. Funston-Am too busy to think of it. but they do say I was born In Ohio. Foraker-I may have to do it just -Mas~T hor tht hee ld beo nlo ir t. for me. After what's happened I sup pose you'll believe it now. Hearst-I have enough capital to command labor. Root- . Hearen On Earth. Be such a man, live such a life, that if every man were such a man as you and every life a life like yours this earth would be God's Paradise.-Phil lips Brooks. Honduras has a debt of about one hundred million dollars or about $1,300 a head. There are three hundred million Britah unhets In Asia. RUSS BANQUETS JAP, BARON ROSEN ENTERTAINS TEL FIRST JAPANESE AMBASSA DOR TO AMERICA. Cordial Diplomatic Relations Estab lished Following Bloodliest War in Modern History-Count Aoki the Guest of Honor. That social ceremonies follow peace conferences was demonstrated the other evening, at Washington, when the Russian Ambassador and Baroness Rosen gave a dinner to the Japanese Ambassador and Viscountess Aoki. While the historic Portsmouth Peace Conference ivas concluded many months ago, and, politically, Japan and Russia then resumed diplomatic rela tions so abruptly terminated at the -ornmencement of the Russo-Japanese nar, this function marks the resump tion of social intercourse between the representatives of these great nations. Although Viscount Aoki only ar rived in Washington a few weeks ago, considerable interest has since been manifested in the personal relationship BARON ROSEN. that would exist between the repre sentatives of conqueror and vana quished. The high art of diplomacy, that so well masks the innermost thoughts of those who rise to the heights of an ambassador, doubtless viewed the so cial intercourse between Baron Rosen and Viscount Aoki as most natural. But to the uninitiated the part of the host taken by one-Baron Rosen who acted as Russia's peace envoy, lent peculiar glamour to the occasion. The treaty of peace between Japan and Russia marked the close of one of the bloodiest wars of history. The dinner given by Baron Rosen in honor of the representative of the victorious Japan goes farther, in that it takes up social intercourse upon a plane exactly as though war had never been waged. Those who were present at this most interesting social function were the Minister from the Netherlands and Mme. van Swinderen, the Counselor of the Japanese Embassy and Mme. Miyoka, Count and Countess Secken dorff, Baroness Elizabeth Rosen, the charge d'affairs of Spain, Senor Don Luis Pastor; Baron Schlippenbach, and Prince Koudacheff, of the Russian Embassy, T HE JUNGLE. Mr. Sinclair's Story of the Awful Methods of the Beef Packers. No more powerful or terrible book has been written in recent years than "The Jungle," by Upton Sinclair. It seems incredible that such depth of human misery as the author relates could be permitted even by the most callous money maker or the most soulless corporation; or, on the other hand, that such vileness and filth in the preparation of human food could be permitted; yet most of Mr. Sin clair's statements are from personal knowledge and observation, visiting the great packing plants, as he did mostly in disguise. Moreover, his statements have been abundantly cor ioborated by President Roosevelt's special commission, whose confidential report, containing descriptions of deg radation, filth and food pollution, is too vile to print in a newspaper. The hero of THE JUNGLE is Jurgis, a great, broad-shouldered Lithuanian, who gloried in work, for the mere sake of it, even if he had had no incentive. In the far forests of Lithuania, where he and his father had lived all their lives, children of nature, Jurgis had heard of free America, and that as much as $10. a week was to be earned by a willing laboring man, in the great city of Chicago. And after many argu ments and much discussion, he had prevailed upon his father, and Ona the sweet blithsomne lass to whom he was betrothed, and her mother and several children and relatives, to emigrate to splendid America. where a man may not always remain a peasant, but where he has a charnce to imnrove him self and rise in the world. Ten dollars a week was an unheard of fortune. The peasants of Europe make a few cents a day. So they all went to Packinetown. and the first day that JTurgis stood in line. being altogether the finest specimen of a man in the yards. he was heckon ed to by the boss and eiven a job. He went home jubilent. Two other mem bers of the family, one a great strap ping woman, also got jobs at once. Jurgis laughed at the discontent every where manifest. "They are not men," he exclaimed. What of the "speeding up" practice of the packers? It was but play to him to keep abreast of the fastest. He was working to wed Ona. They were all cheated shamelessly by, the sharks which infest the great packing district; they could not speak English and they were at the mercy of these parasites. But as new obliga tions arose in the buying of a small, worthless house, sold them by an unscrupulous agent, etc., etc., Jurgis but smiled grimly, confident in his strength, energy and great love for Ona. "I will work the harder" he says. And then came a misfortune. Ona, a mere bloom of a girl of 17, had to go Co work-temporarily. Then a young -er child. Then Jurgis had a fateful day, after many months of faithful and herculean service for the great corpora tion. In the melee of a wounded steer running amuck, he slipped on the bloody floor and sprained his ankle. Did the packers give him a short fur lough with pay while he was recover ing; at least they held his place for him? Neither. He returned to work, not very strong lookingthrough pain COUNT AOKI. and worry, the boss sized him up at a glance and there was no work for him in Packingtown, and Ona, whom he had married meantime was about to be come a mother. Then is recited in THE JUNGLE, a tale of gradual and heart-rending downfall in the wearing out by inches, of a strong man. Jurgis gets a job in the terrible fertilizer vaults where his head nearly splits with the poisonous dust and the stifling fumes of ammonia. His father dies from the effects of the awful "speeding up" and the slimy wet in which .he has to work, ankle deep. Ona, the beautiful, the once blithe young bride succum..s to the hateful "System" and Jurgis, powerful man that he is, his strong spirit broken by the brutality and irrisistible power of the bosses, becomes a great gaunt, hollow eyed ghost of his former self. The story is a tale of the gradual extermination of a splendid, virile European family, ground to death by a "System," by a pitiless monopoly, which cares no more or not-as much ffr Its workers than It does for the carcasses of the animals It converts in to food. Incidentally the description of this process Is sufficiently revolting to turn the stomach of the stoutest beefeater. Oh! could Jurgis, and Ona, and the rest of them, with their frugality and their brawn, and their love of life and work, and joy of a home, have gone into some rural district to work out their salvation, what a different story would have been THE JUNGLE. Some other name for the book would have been necessary. What if they could have gotten a dozen acres, or five acres of good land somewhere and bought it for what they squandered uselessly for their house in Packingtown-they were turned out and the house resold the first month they failed of payment what a different history woud have been told by the author! What if the great packing trust, in stead of killing men and women, should provide that its employes could live on an acre of ground each, or a half acre, out on the great fertile prairies of Illinois, quickly reached from the stock yards by a modern trolley, so that when they were of necessity, perhaps, "laid off" for a period of a week, or six weeks, or on "half time" they would have a piece of rich lid which they could till and raise enough potatoes and corn and beans and cabbage to keep them from starving to death. But the packing trust-Mr. Ogden Armour and other millionaires and multi-million aires-would make less money; it would decrease its dividends perhaps several per cent., and that is not to be thought of. By getting the best out of aman, all there is in him in a few short years, this unnamable Thing can turn him out and get new blood. It is evidently most profitable to "speed a man up" to the wrecking point and then get new men. This process of traffieking in human life, coupled with the abominable and poisonous adultera tions and use of diseased animals which Mr. Sinclair describes at first hand, enables Mr. Armour and the others to make very satisfactory nar entas'es of profit-to pile up millions of div'in~er"s a venr. It is all a very ~rat story. '15v .Tr'-eT.E if not a bpanitiful one, and well wnrth the rparing. simvnly that thp ranner mnay 'enrn~ snnmpthine shout the stuff we eat. and at what cost of suf fering It is produced. BACK TO NAPOLI. STORY OF A FRAGMENT OF REAL LIFE AS PORTRAYED IN A XEW STAGE PLAY. Showingthe Operations of the 1msim gratioun Law as it Atfects Those wno Attumpt to Enter the Ameri can Portais. An hour at Ellis island in New York harbor, is full of smiles and tears. The newly arrived immigrant before he has changed his native garb, with his outlandish boxes and bundles still about him, is eternally interesting. His meetings and partings are full of a childish exuberance and abandon. He is never so picturesque or so pathetic as when he has just doubt fully intrusted himself to the great machinery of a new land and law. He hasn'tlbeen much on the stage this immigrant-but a fragment of his life finds its way there in a one-act play called "The Land of the Free," by W. C. De Mille, which was seen re cently at a Vassar Aid Society mati nee. It is described by the Times as a simple little story, one that happens day after day. In a room of the big immigration building, with its desk and its blue coated official, an Italian workman walks excitedly up and down. His clothes are cheap and poor, but they are plainly not his working garb, and a bright holiday handkerchief is knot ted about his throat His eyes are keen and expectant. Evidently it is a great day for him. It needs little encouragement from the good-natured officer to bring out the whole story. A big Mediterranean steamer is just landing its steerage passengers. Luigi. as he peers through the gates at the incoming crowd, is almost beside him self with delight. "I waita three year," he explains, breathlessly. "I worka verra hard and I sava de money to bring to me my Maria and my.two little ones." He can hardly wait for the gate to be opened. But the officer has more to find out. His questioning brings out further details. Luigi earns $9 a week -with his pick and shovel. The wife Is not strong. She speaks a little Eng lish. The officer looks doubtful, but says nothing. Then all a-t once the boat Is in. The Italian catches a sight of them through the gates. "Na, .na, Signore, she comea last She getta lame back and two baby. Ah-Dio! Maybe she missa da boat Ah! Vedete Maria mia Ecco-Vedete ecco-Ah mia moglie-ecco!" In another instant, the frail little wife, in her Neapolitan costume, and the two children, with their bags and bundles, are all in their father's arms, while the officer goes off to make his report With her head on her husband's shoulder, Maria breathes in Italian: "Ah, my husband! I see you again, thank God!" To which the Americanized Luigi re sponds: "Si, si, carrissima, but now talka English. We all good Americans and we live in Mulberry street. I gotta da little room for my Maria an' Fabio an' Tessa." Maria marvels at Luigi's great sal ary-45 lire- until Luigi is forced- to explain: "Yes, yes; in Neapoli It is 45 lire, but In New. York it Is only $9, not so muche." Then In quick, excised phrase he draws roseate pictures of a future in which peanut stands and prosperity walk hand in hand. Presently the officer returns. He draws Luigi aside. His face Is kind, but his words are terrible. It appears that the little wife does not come up to the requirements. She is not healthy. She has no money, and Luigi has only that $9 a week. It is not enough to support a family. The wife must go back to Naples. It is hard to make Luigi understand. Maria; hearing nothing, plays happily with the chii TilS IGIFICENT C01 Forty-two pIeces of Amer-ican China (sen scriptions. S5x dinner plates, 6 pie plates, 6 cur lid, a cream pitcher, a steak plate, a vegetable di aa first-class store Freight padt han THE OFFER send 12 new yearly ___________ each and receive the your trouble. Sample Copies and Agents' Suppi ladies who have received one set are working ft OUR GIREAT Frm ota "OET ACQUAINTED" THE HOUSE1 COUPON (XFER ete T he Housekeeper rcvigthre contains serianshr it worth the pric stoies veseillstrted to make no char and the best and most help ful household departmients ever put together. Ldt us Name.. get acgurtnet. We will bear the expense of the in. troduction If you .will cut Addr out and mail Coupon No. 2. THE HOUSEKEEPER CO dren. The poor husband Is stunned. "Napoli! She go back to Napoll! No. no. Ali. Dio Mio! You don' under stand," he goes on, wistfully. "I work three year an' sava da money to bring her to me. Your boss he can nota send her back-we live all right on nine dollar week. I take her away. You leta me go-eh?" . "It's hard on you," says the officer; "but it's the law." Luigi scorns the notion. "Law? You taka my wife away; you senda my littlea boy and girl back to Napoli, an' you say It is da law. Na, na. America is a free country. 1 pay for her to comea to me. I don't steal, so whata de law got to say?" But tkreats, tears, reasonings are .11 in vain. Luigi at last stealthily offers the blue-coated official $7, his all, wrapped up in a handkerchief, as a bribe. The officer frowns and says firmly: "I canno I didn't make the law. I can't help you. We have to do this every day." "Every day?" Luigi's eyes grow wide with pain. "You doa this every day? Ali, Dio! Every day you breaka da heart!" Then he goes to Maria, -takes her In his arms, and explains brokenly what it all means. "They will not leta you stay-Maria mia-we have waited long-we musta stilla wait." In the face of her tearful dismay he even tries to be cheerful. "Say, looka here," he cries; "you goa back to Napoli now, an' bimebye I getta da more money. I make may be twelve-fifteen dollar weei. Then I senda for you an' Fablo an' Tessa, an' the3 letta you stay." But Maria is overcome. "Back to Napoli? Alone?" she sobs. A sudden thought comes to Luigi. "No, no; not alone. I goa too. If they senda you, I goa too." He rushes over to the officer with his poor seven silver dollars, only to be met with the cruel truth, "Not half enough for your ticket." Meanwhile the boat Is returning. The officer lays his hand kindly on Maria's shoulder. The children look wonderingly on. Painfully the little trio pick up their bundles and turn back to the great gates. Luigi em braces them between his sobs. "Don'ta cry, carrissima; don'ta cry I soon make twelve, fifteen dollar week and buya da peanut stand, an' I keep da little home. Then you come again to stay. Don'ta cry-you goa to the Mader In Napoll. Ah, Dio! We have walta three year an' I must senda you back. Maybe next year I send for you again.". As they pass out of his sight his voice fails him and he falls sobbing against the gate. The author Is said to have got his idea for the piece from a newspaper paragraph read at the breakfast table describing In three lines a case of the sort. Robert Paton Gibbs, who played Luigi, studied his type with the help of a Neapolitan who has been long enough away from home to know the salient characteristics of his own people. The extra wome- who fit so well Into the picture are caretakers of the Hudson theater. "We used to rehearse the piece every now and then down in the coal cellar," explained Mr. Gibbs; "and these two women used to come and weep over it.', lve HealU0 y. Horace- Smith. 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