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Kalamazoo Telegraph - Press<br />
Founded In 1844; and dedloftted to the welfare of Kalamaaoo<br />
for three-iiuartera of a century* Entered aa sccond-clnaM<br />
matter at Kalamaaoo, Mich., under Act of March 8, 1897.<br />
"ALL TOGETHER FOR A BIGGER AND A BETTER KALAMAZOO r<br />
"We Join onrselvesi to no party that does not carry the flag mod keep<br />
•tep to the mnslo of the Union."—Rufus Ghoate.<br />
KALAMAZOO TELEGRAPH-PRESS COMPANY.<br />
William Alden Smith •• • • • President<br />
A. H. Vandenberg Vice-President and Treasurer<br />
William Alden Smith, Jr<br />
Elton R. Eaton<br />
Stanley R. Banyon<br />
• Business Manager<br />
KALAMAZOO TELEGRAPH- PRESS. THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 1915.<br />
THE RED PATH<br />
Hie Teiegrapli-Press' New<br />
"Who Is Who"<br />
ADVERTISING CONTEST<br />
Cartoon No. 22<br />
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 1915.<br />
WHAT HAPPENED TO O'SHAUGH<br />
NESSY.<br />
The indicting fact that the administration at Washington<br />
has dropped Nelson 0'Shaughnessy from the diplomatic corps<br />
has not attracted the attention it deserves. It deserves attention<br />
because it eloquently testifies to the unreasoning unfairness<br />
which creeps into the government's relationship with its<br />
faithful servants when u politics" become the predominating<br />
factor in the consular service. It deserves attention because it<br />
is an exhibit which clearly indicates the logical fruits of such a<br />
diplomatic policy as the late Mr. Bryan inaugurated when he<br />
Bent the now-deposed Sullivan—an ex-Tammany lawyer—to<br />
Santo Domingo with instructions to find all the jobs possible<br />
''for deserving Democrats. n<br />
Nelson O'Shaughnessy served as charge d'affairs in Mexico<br />
City under the most difficult circumstances and he proved<br />
himself one of ablest and most courageous and most tactful<br />
diplomats who has served under the American flag. When he<br />
finally withdrew from his perilous post—amid the unanimous<br />
acclaim of every foreign resident in the Mexican capital he<br />
was praised by an unanimous American press as worthy of the<br />
most striking recognition which Washington could bestow.<br />
The 4 'recognition'' has come.<br />
r »hat it has been "striking"<br />
could not be denied. But that it has not been of the type<br />
which O'Shaughnessy richly earned and which the country<br />
wanted him to receive is beyond possibility of dispute. TVe<br />
have many excellent men in our foreign service; but we have<br />
no such wealth of genius in this direction that we can afford<br />
to throw out the O'Shaughnessy and bring in substitutes whose<br />
primary claim for recognition rest solely in their u deserving<br />
partisanship."<br />
The president needs expert Mexican advisors—Heaven<br />
knows.. He needs advisors who can speak from long experience<br />
with the Mexican people. Instead of "dropping" such<br />
men as Nelson O'Shaughnessy and Henry Lane Wilson, if he<br />
were to call them to his consultation table he would be in less<br />
tempestuous embarrassment and in less uncertain uneasiness<br />
than he is as a result of his experiment with tyros and amateurs.<br />
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BLOEDSINNING.<br />
Mobolize the obfuscated etymologists!<br />
Bring in the spoffish seers.<br />
We have been called "Bloedsinning Yankees"—and the<br />
oracles of state are consumed with anxiety lest we have been<br />
insulted and don't know it!<br />
'Twas in von Papen's letter (von Papen is German military<br />
attache at Washington)—one of the letters which submerged<br />
Archibald in a sea of trouble.<br />
"Bloedsinning Yankees"—von Papen called us in his interrupted<br />
reports to the Fatherland; and State Counsellor Polk<br />
has sent the interpreters and translators a-scurrying to let us<br />
know the worst.<br />
If it is as bad as it sounds, von Papen must—well, there<br />
ere limits to our pastric patience!<br />
"Bloedsinning Yankees!" Ugh! We are told—and by<br />
hearsay only are we able to report—we are told that "bloed-<br />
Binning" may mean "idiotic" or it may mean "imbecile" or it<br />
Way just mean "empty headed."<br />
Let the incisors quickly wield their lingual scalpels! We<br />
would have the worst—and out with it!<br />
If we are insulted we want to know it—because there is<br />
no more pitiable object in the world than one who is insulted<br />
Btd doesn't know it. "Bloedsinning!" It is a bludgeon of a<br />
word! If it has been bred in onomatopoeia, we are quite positive<br />
that we don't like it! But these being stresssome times,<br />
we await leadership from Washington before we undertake to<br />
smile or frown.<br />
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MONEY AND THE MAN.<br />
Savings, not income, shows man's real worth. On this<br />
basis the people of the United States occupy an unenviable<br />
position in comparison with other nations. The financial<br />
sharps have figured it out that with wealth untald and an anannual<br />
income of thirty-five billion dollars, America ranks fifteenth<br />
in the proportion of population carrying savings banks<br />
accounts.<br />
And yet money is not the most important thing in life.<br />
Wealth improperly used is more of a menace than poverty.<br />
And it may be that in the very terms of which we today speak<br />
of wealth is to be found the secret of the lack of frugality and<br />
thrift. W speak with awe of the man worth hundreds of thou-<br />
Bands of dollars of the millionaires, and the little dollars the<br />
most of us feel down in our trousers pocket seems so infinitesimal<br />
that they are scarcely worth while.<br />
The nation needs to take another viewpoint. Value the<br />
man for what he can EARN AND SAVE and not for what ho<br />
tan ACCUMULATE through the efforts of others, or what he<br />
may hame inherited from a frugal parent's self-denials<br />
^ood luck.<br />
The very terms in which Americans speak of money, illustrates<br />
our perverted view of wealth. The american speaks<br />
uf wealth in terms of capital—a man is said to be worth $100,-<br />
JDOO, $1,000,000. The Englishman speaks of income—ten thoufcand<br />
a year. And the still more thrifty Frenchman, in talking<br />
jof money made means money saved.<br />
[AEROPLANES DROP<br />
BOMBS IN SERBIA<br />
NTSIT, Serbia, Sept. 29, Tla Lonjflon,<br />
Sept, 30, 9:19 a. m.—The following<br />
official statement has been issued<br />
the Serbian war office:<br />
'•On the 24th hostile aeroplanes<br />
|Ie\v over Podjervatz, dropping 22<br />
bombs and killing three men, hut doing<br />
no damage of military significance.<br />
On the 26th they again dropped<br />
bombs killing one man. The same day<br />
enemy detachments tried vainly to<br />
cross the Drina near Resnlk. A similar<br />
attempt was made near Porachnlta,<br />
the night of the 24th."<br />
Don't sing your own praise If you<br />
want an encore.<br />
MEMORIES OF OLD<br />
In This Paper 25 Years Ago.<br />
Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Schied are the<br />
parents of a baby girl.<br />
Thursday will be school day at the<br />
county fair, all of the schools being<br />
closed.<br />
The Postoffice site is again cleaned<br />
and the debris will soon be removed.<br />
had returned to the home of his father,<br />
N. F. Bowen, sound and well.<br />
purchased a quantity of rails for extending<br />
the double track from Church<br />
to West street on West Main.<br />
The police force will be supplied in j<br />
a day or two with new regulation 1<br />
Maces and the old leather covered I<br />
ones will be discarded.<br />
THE MARKETS.<br />
Butter, per pound 16 cents.<br />
Eggs, per dozen<br />
16 cents.<br />
Potatoes, per bushel ...... 90 cents<br />
Wheat, per bushel<br />
91 cents.<br />
Two thousand invitations will be issued<br />
for the dedication of the Hackley<br />
library at Muskegon.<br />
Quite a commotion was caused on<br />
Empire street last evening by the unmistakable<br />
discovery that Charles W. been postponed until Friday evening, j<br />
The meeting of the Unity clbb has'<br />
Bowen. who was supposed to have<br />
drowned in Long lake five years ago | The street railway company has<br />
A FEW SMILES.<br />
Unreasonable.<br />
Photographer's Assistant—Mrs. Van<br />
Perkins complains that her portraits<br />
don't look like her.<br />
Photographer — Complain, does<br />
she? She ought to be grateful.<br />
Explanation.<br />
"Willie, did you tie that tin can to<br />
the dog's tail?'<br />
"Yes, sir," replied the small boy.<br />
"I'm trying to do a kind act every<br />
day. That dog chases every rabbit<br />
THE LITTLE FORTUNE<br />
Being the Fourth Adventure of the Honeymoon<br />
Detectives<br />
'•Wait a moment, young woman,"<br />
said Duvall sternly. "This<br />
gentleman is not a criminal. He<br />
is one of the best known bankers<br />
in New York. He did not steal<br />
your father's collection of coins.<br />
He bought it to pay his funeral<br />
expenses."<br />
"So the forged letter says'."<br />
exclaimed the girl angrily." Why<br />
do you bring It to me if it is<br />
forged? And If it is forged how<br />
does it happen that It agrees exactly<br />
with the story you now tell<br />
me?"<br />
"Because that part of the letter<br />
Is true."<br />
"Mon Dieu!" cried the girl,<br />
now very angry. "You say it is<br />
true. M. Hartmann says it is<br />
not true. He should know, 1<br />
think."<br />
"How?" asked Duvall quietly<br />
"Because he was my father's<br />
physician, and was with him<br />
when he delivered the coins to<br />
this man." She pointed an accusing<br />
finger at poor Morris.<br />
"Now go away and leave me.<br />
You have robbed a poor girl. It<br />
is enough, I should think, without<br />
torturing her with your lies."<br />
She flung herself, weeping, from<br />
the room.<br />
"My God!" exclaimed Mr. Morris,<br />
passing his hand nervously<br />
across his forehead. "This is terrible.<br />
Isn't there anything we<br />
can do?"<br />
"There Is one thing," said Duvall<br />
sternly, as he strode into the<br />
hall, "and that is arrest this man<br />
Hartmann and his companion at<br />
once."<br />
He went up to the clerk.<br />
"You have two gentlemen<br />
here," he said, "that arrived this<br />
afternoon. One of them is named<br />
Oratz, the other Hartmann. Are<br />
they in?"<br />
The clerk looked at his keyboard.<br />
"Their key is not here," he<br />
said. "I have not seen them descend.<br />
I am quite positive they<br />
are in their room. Shall I send<br />
up and find out?"<br />
"No." Duvall approached him<br />
closely. "I am a detective, and<br />
my companion here as well." He<br />
indicated M. Lefevre. "He is, in<br />
fact, the prefect of the police of<br />
Paris. These men Gratz and<br />
Hartmann we believe to be<br />
desperate criminals. For the sake<br />
of the reputation of your hotel,<br />
monsieur, it would be better for<br />
us to meet them in their rooms.<br />
A scene of shioting here in your<br />
front hall would not be to your<br />
liking."<br />
The clerk turned pale.<br />
"Go up at once, gentlemen, by<br />
all means," he gasped. ' "I myself<br />
will show you the way."<br />
He called one of the bell-boys<br />
to guard the desk and sprang up<br />
the old-fashioned stairs.<br />
The room of the two men was<br />
on the third floor. When the<br />
party had ascended the two<br />
flights the clerk paused upon the<br />
By ARNOLD FREDERICKS<br />
landing and pointed to a door<br />
in the front at the end of the hall.<br />
"There, gentlemen," he said;<br />
•No. 32."<br />
Duvall went up to the door and<br />
tried it. It was locked. He<br />
rapped sharply, but received no<br />
answer.<br />
Again he rapped, with the same<br />
result.<br />
"Have you a pass-key?" he<br />
asked the clerk.<br />
"In a moment, monsieur," cried<br />
the latter, and disappeared.<br />
He came back in a few moments<br />
with a bunch of keys on a<br />
large wire ring. With one of<br />
these he carefully opened the<br />
door.<br />
Duvall and the others stepped<br />
in.<br />
The moment they crossed the<br />
threshhold they voluntarily recoiled.<br />
The clerk, who brought<br />
up the rear, gave a cry of horror.<br />
It was close to six o'clock. The<br />
sun, however, was still some distance<br />
above the horizon, and the<br />
room was fairly light.<br />
On the floor, close to the farther<br />
wall ,lay the body of the man<br />
known on the steamer as Gunther<br />
and later as Gratz. He lay<br />
upon his face, as though he had<br />
been struck down from behind.<br />
A knife still projecting from between<br />
his shoulders showed the<br />
manner of his taking off.<br />
Duvall sprang forward and,<br />
lifting one of his wrists, felt for<br />
his pulse. The clerk, whitefaced<br />
and trembling, closed the<br />
door.<br />
"Too late," said Duvall, letting<br />
the man's arm fall to the floor.<br />
"He is dead, but not for long.<br />
How the other.fellow got out I<br />
cannot Imagine. It must have<br />
been while we were in the parlor<br />
talking to the maid." He turned<br />
to the clerk. "Did any one go<br />
out during that time?"<br />
"Yes—I—I—think so," the fellow<br />
stammered. "I did not particularly<br />
notice. I was busy with<br />
my accounts."<br />
"But you told us vhat the man<br />
Hartmann had not tvone out."<br />
"Oh! No, monsieui*; he did not<br />
go out. He was a large man with<br />
a heavy beard, and so crippled<br />
from rheumatism that he could<br />
scarcely walk. I am quite sure<br />
he did not go out." .<br />
Duvall went to the window,<br />
pulled up the shade ,and glanced<br />
eagerly across the street. Would<br />
Grace recognize Hartmann without<br />
his disguise, or would he<br />
give her the slip? He looked for<br />
her carefully, but she was not in<br />
sight. He concluded that she had<br />
In some way recognized the man<br />
and followed him. He turned<br />
again to the room, determined to<br />
search it thoroughly before calling<br />
In the poliqe.<br />
M. Lefevre was examining<br />
with curiosity some reddish marks<br />
on the wall just above the murdered<br />
man's head, "lie was<br />
writing something on the wall."<br />
he said. "Some message, that he<br />
did not live long enough to complete.<br />
He had dipped his finger<br />
in the blood from his wound and<br />
made the letters that way. Can<br />
you make them out?"<br />
The letters were very irregularly<br />
made, especially toward the<br />
end, as though the hand that<br />
traced them had grown rapidly<br />
weaker.<br />
"It appears to be 'Hartmann<br />
ist—' " read Duvall. "The last<br />
word he was unable to finish.<br />
What a pity he did not live long<br />
enough to complete it. It might<br />
have told us much that is important."<br />
"What do you make of this?"<br />
asked Mr. Morris, handing the<br />
detective a lump of what appeared<br />
to be putty, which he had<br />
taken from the table.<br />
Duvall looked at it, then smiled<br />
and threw it down.<br />
"Looks like what Is left of our<br />
friend Hartmann's hooked nose,"<br />
he said. "He must have left In<br />
a hurry. I imagine they did not<br />
expect Vernon's body to be found<br />
so quickly. Our arrival must<br />
have surprised them. I suppose<br />
they got Into some quarrel over<br />
the division of the spoils, as criminals<br />
usually do, or couldn't agree<br />
upon Ihelr next move, and Hartmann<br />
settled the matter with a<br />
knife.'<br />
He examined the handle of the<br />
Weapon for a moment with keen<br />
Interest. "Of French make, I<br />
should say, by the looks of it," he<br />
remarked, touching the handle,<br />
then proceeded to an examination<br />
of the room.<br />
There was but one satchel In<br />
the room—a large traveling bag<br />
—and beside It a rug. Duvall<br />
examined the bag's contents<br />
quickly.<br />
It contained only some articles<br />
of clothing and other usual<br />
traveling paraphernalia, a hypodermic<br />
syringe in a case, some<br />
tablets of morphin in a bottle,<br />
and a note-book filled with medical<br />
notes and prescriptions, upon<br />
the front cover of which were Inscribed<br />
the words "Victor Relnhardt,<br />
Paris."<br />
The prefect riiade a note of<br />
the name In his pocketebook. "I<br />
think it likely," he remarked,<br />
"that we shall find M. Relnhardt<br />
to have been the doctor who attended<br />
the old man. Mercler, in<br />
his last illness, and not Hartmann,<br />
as the girl said."<br />
"Very likely. You will be able<br />
to find out at once by cabling<br />
your office In Paris, no doubt"<br />
"Yes. In fact, the Information<br />
may already be awaiting me at<br />
the hotel. I directed the steamship<br />
line to send any message<br />
which might come for. me there."<br />
(Continued tomorrow.)<br />
Brooklyn, N. Y., reports success of<br />
plan of permitting high school pupils<br />
to work and study on alternate days.<br />
9<br />
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Questions to Be Answered:<br />
Who is this youngest business man in Kalamazoo, located at 120<br />
Burdick arcade?<br />
The pianos handled are manufactured in the largest factories In<br />
the world.<br />
No piano company has a better name, value or reputation for<br />
standing back of their instruments.<br />
More than sixty percent of the world's greatest musicians use and<br />
Indorse this instrument.<br />
More than 3,000 in homes in Kalamazoo and immediate vicinity.<br />
ThLs firm has manufactured more than half a million instruments,<br />
which are used throughout the country in schools, conservatories, colleges<br />
and private homes.<br />
In the better homes throughout the country they have placed<br />
more than 50,000 Grands.<br />
Give reasons why our player Is the most simplified and easiest<br />
operating, and why we arc able to sell players and pianos at such reasonable<br />
prices.<br />
With service on piano-players he stands alone. What is tills service?<br />
He gives service with music rolls for all 88-note players. What is<br />
it?<br />
Rules For Contestants In the<br />
"Who's Who" Contest<br />
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day in this position In the columns of The Telegraph-Press. Each<br />
cartoon depicts some man who Is substantially prominent in the business<br />
affairs of Kalamazoo. Appended to each cartoon is a series of<br />
questions. The Telegraph-Press invites its readers to participate in<br />
this interesting contest. Contestants should observe the following<br />
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Fill in your answers to the questions. (Any Information you need<br />
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he sees- I tied the can to him so<br />
that it will make a noise and warn<br />
the rabbit."—Washington Star.<br />
A Key to Success.<br />
Dyer — How did Litely overcome<br />
Gotrox's objections to him as a prospective<br />
son-in-law."<br />
Ry er —Ho taught him a new dance<br />
step.—Judge.<br />
Where Psyche Was Executed.<br />
A New York man was recently<br />
acting as guide through an art gallery<br />
for a friend from the country. As<br />
they paused before a statuette, the<br />
guido said:<br />
"That Is Psyche. Executed in terra<br />
cotta."<br />
"What a pity!" said the rural one.<br />
"How barbarous they are in those<br />
South American countries?" — New<br />
York Times.<br />
Kalamazoo has two companies of<br />
the Michigan National Guard, companies<br />
C and D, Thirty-second infantry,<br />
with a total roster of about<br />
150 men.<br />
TAKETHE<br />
BOAT TO<br />
CHICAGO<br />
Direct from Kalamazoo<br />
Michigan Railway via Grand Rapids and<br />
Grand Raplda, Holland & Chicago Railway.<br />
Direct connections right through to Holland<br />
boat dock. The 'easy way' to go; try It.<br />
Jlolland Dock: Boat leaves 8 p. m.. Int.<br />
Pier, 10:30 p. m., dally. Boat leaves Chicago<br />
1 p. m., dally, running via St. Joseph, except<br />
Sat. nights when the steamer runs direct<br />
to Holland. Fare |2. Round trip $3.75.<br />
Benton Harbor and St. Joseph, Central I<br />
Dock: boat leaves 10 p. m. dally, ex. Sat.<br />
(5 p. m.): boat_ leaves Chicago 9:30 a. m.<br />
dally, ex. Sunday, and 7 p.m. dally, ex. Sal.<br />
(11:80 p. m.). Pare, $1.00; round tr^p, $1.75.<br />
Close connections with all steam railways<br />
at Holland and Grand Rapids. Right to<br />
change schedule without notice Is reserved.<br />
PEACE.<br />
BY BLISS CARMAN.<br />
The sleeping tarn Is dark<br />
Below the wooded hill.<br />
Save for its homing sounds.<br />
The twilt world grows still.<br />
And I am left to muse<br />
In grave-eyed mystery.<br />
And watch the stars come out<br />
As sandalled dusk goes by.<br />
And now the light is gone,<br />
The drowsy murmurs cease.<br />
And through the still unknown<br />
I wonder whence comes peace,<br />
Then softly falls the word<br />
Of one beyond a name,<br />
"Peace only comes to him<br />
Who guards his life from shame—<br />
"Who gives his heart to love,<br />
And holding truth for guide.<br />
Girds him with fearless strength.<br />
That freedom may abld6."<br />
Georgia Garner, aged nine, of Lake<br />
City, Fla., recently coughed up a<br />
metal doll swallowed three years ago.<br />
Equipped<br />
with Wireless Telegraph<br />
The Bnotlfnl<br />
Lake Route Be<br />
tweea Mich. Points, the<br />
West md South West.<br />
THE GRAHAM & MORTON TRANSPORTATION COMPANY.<br />
Chicago pock, Foot of Wabash Ave.<br />
J. S. MORTON, President<br />
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