Kansas "Goat Gland Specialist" Missing

1920

Wife Tells Sheriff She Has Come to "Close the Deal."

MILFORD, Kan. — Indications are that the "bubble" formed here when Dr. John R. Brinkley, "goat gland specialist," put this small village "on the map" by his famous "discovery," which he claimed would restore youth to the aged thru gland grafting, has burst.

The "bubble" showed signs of weakening when Brinkley departed for parts unknown two months ago, followed shortly by thousands who had swarmed into Milford, seeking the "fountain of youth."

Following the arrival of the "specialist's" wife here with the announcement that she had come to "close up a deal," the sheriff of Geary County was called upon to take steps to block any move looking to the removal of the "gland hospital's" equipment.

—The Saturday Blade, Chicago, Aug. 7, 1920, p. 4.

Let Girls Drive, Says Judge

1920

DUBUQUE, Iowa. — Popular advice at popular prices — that is Justice of the Peace Buckley's slogan. "Teach the girls to drive and you can put both arms around them," he told two youthful speeders who said it happened because they had their arms around the girls. Then he charged $1 — and.

—The Saturday Blade, Chicago, Aug. 7, 1920, p. 3.

Talk — The Manner of It

1916

The high schools and colleges of the day ought to do something more to teach students how to talk. The young men would be better off for some instruction of the kind, but in the case of the young women it is little less than a necessity. Their voices, to be candid, are by no means as pleasing as they might easily be were their possessors even reminded occasionally of the value of modulation, variation, softness and correct and fairly precise pronunciation.

As it is, however, the sweet girl graduate has anything but a voice and a manner of speaking consistent with the refreshing charms with which she is otherwise so generously blessed. In one university in the state — typical of others — a visitor recently observed that nearly every young woman in the senior class was woefully addicted to habits of mispronunciation. "And their voices," he added, "were most distressing. What they said was well enough, but the manner of their saying it was — agonizing."

The indictment, it must be admitted, is well founded. It is one, however, that should never be brought — for which there should be no support. And there would be none of it, either, if no more than casual attention were paid to the matter in our schools and colleges. Singing is taught — to be only rarely used. Why not teach talking? — Indianapolis News.

Scottish Laddie Was Brave

1901

At Wellshot quarry, in Cambusiang, Scotland, during last winter, a frightful accident took place. One pleasant afternoon a group of lads were sliding on the ice when suddenly it gave way, and five lads were left struggling in the water.

Their cries drew the attention of a boy named Thomas Martin. He pluckily threw off his boots and succeeded in dragging lad after lad to the bank. One youth still remained in the middle of the pool, a lad named William Chalmers. Martin managed to secure several mufflers and cravats, which, tied together, reached the drowning youth, but he was unable to make use of them.

Martin, now much exhausted, again entered the water and with much difficulty brought the last boy ashore. Both were much exhausted, and Martin had to be carried home. The brave lad is only 11 years of age and not too robust in health. The quarry at the spot mentioned is said to be fully 20 feet deep.

Girl Wife Roughly Seized and Carried Off By Force

1919

Sensational Cave Man Tactics Charged Against Young Husband — Brother of Alleged Kidnaper Said to Have Rendered Strong-arm Assistance in Strange Affair

CRESTON, Iowa — The sensational kidnaping of a young wife who was stolen from under the very eyes of a watchful brother-in-law, who, worn by his vigil, nodded and then slept, is alleged to have taken place in the southeast part of this county, and resulted in a hurry call for Sheriff E. C. Young, who early in the evening arrived at the scene of the excitement and placed under arrest the parties to the affair.

Clifford Bullock is charged with kidnaping his 16-year-old wife, from whom he had been separated, and carrying her to the home of his sisters, where they were found by the sheriff and brought to Creston.

The brother-in-law of the girl-wife, named McGuire, told the sheriff that while Mrs. Bullock was staying with her sister, Mrs. McGuire, Clifford Bullock and his brother arrived at the house in a bobsled. They asked Mrs. Bullock to go with them to a rehearsal for a play by amateur talent. She refused to go and the Bullocks retired, but it appears did not go very far.

McGuire, scenting trouble, decided to stick around and watch, but sleep overcame him, and he says that the first he recalls was hearing screams of the girl, who was calling upon him to come to her help. He rushed to her rescue and found her in the hands of her husband and his brother, who were forcibly taking her from the house, which they did despite her screams and kicks and struggles.

McGuire says that when he attempted to interfere he was shot at.

The Bullocks drove off, and McGuire says he could still hear his wife's sister screaming far up the road. Evidences of the struggle in the bobsled, he says, were also found, as several comforts and blankets which had been thrown from the sled were picked up.

Sheriff Young says that when found the young wife of Bullock declared she would never live with her husband, but still was reluctant about being the cause of his getting into trouble.

It has not been determined what disposition will be made of the case.

—The Saturday Blade, Chicago, Jan. 3, 1920, p. 7.

Note: The article says "comforts."

Youthful Soldiers

1920

J. H. Monroe, famed after the Civil War as "The Drummer Boy of Shiloh," is dead. He enlisted in the Northern Army when 10 years of age and his death recalls the fact that the war between the States was largely fought by boys under 21.

Soldiers of 16 were common and "The Drummer Boy of Shiloh" had his confederate counterpart in George S. Lamkin, who enlisted in Mississippi at 10 years of age, was seriously wounded at Shiloh and twice again at Chickamauga. He was living a few years ago at Nashville, Tenn.

Farragut held a midshipman's warrant at 10. Andrew Jackson joined a body of dragoons and fought in the Revolutionary War when he was 13. Oliver Hazard Perry became a midshipman at 14. John Paul Jones went to sea at 12, and Lord Nelson boarded a 64-gun man of war when he was 12. Buffalo Bill was an Indian fighter and buffalo hunter at 12.

The World War is not without its heroic figures of tender years, but with the exception of the German armies, the gaps of which were filled with mere boys toward the end, it was a struggle on the part of men who had reached maturity. As the world grows wiser, childhood is looked upon as a state which is best to prolong as long as possible and children make better men and women for being longer aloof from the realities and vicissitudes of life.

—The Saturday Blade, Chicago, Jan. 3, 1920, p. 6.

Concerning Sprees

1916

Dr. Allan Hoben, of the University of Chicago, in his address here to the Teachers' Association, said that when "a person gets so that he doesn't crave to go on a spree, he is getting old." Therefore, when the "spree" fever ceases it is a sign that you are Oslerized and have on hand all the nails necessary for the coffin and your only work left is to construct your coffin. — East St. Louis Journal.


Oslerized (in case the word isn't familiar)

An old dog, so old that his blood had ceased to circulate and was suffering from a tubercular running sore in his head, was "Oslerized" yesterday after it had been pronounced that his usefulness was a thing of the past. — From 1906.

Lady Barber Stops "Sleuth's" Career

1920

Lad's Tale of "Big Catches" Fails to Get By

KANSAS CITY, Mo., Feb. 26. — With a certificate from a correspondent school for detectives and a bright metal badge marked "special officer," Charles H. Stuart, 16 years old, of Jonesboro, Ark., came to Kansas City to chase imaginary bank robbers.

Young Mr. Stuart measures 6 feet 6 inches in height and weighs nearly 200 pounds, but he never had indulged the luxury of a shave, so he decided to experiment. He entered a shop of female barbers and after getting his first shave he thought it a fine idea to take other things tonsorial.

He admitted that he liked the work of the "lady barber" and he took a face massage, a scalp massage, a shampoo and a singe.

Boasts of His Big Catches

Incidentally, Stuart announced that he was a traveling detective, with a huge number of big catches to his credit. He displayed his star and the "lady barber" polished it for him. He said he was here on the trail of bank robbers.

The proprietor of the shop then telephoned to police headquarters.
Paul Weitkam, height 5 feet 4 inches, weight 125 pounds, the smallest detective on the Kansas City force, was sent to investigate. The 16-year-old Stuart appeared as a giant beside the diminutive Weitkam.

"What kind of stuff are you pulling around here?" demanded the city detective.

Stuart's face became pale. He trembled, then he began to cry.

His "Mental Poise" Unbalanced

Weitkam took the young adventurer to headquarters, where he told his story. He said he had paid $5 to the detective school and after he got his certificate he lost his mental poise.

Stuart was released, but showed up at headquarters next morning, having the impression that it was up to him to appear for a hearing. He got one, too.

Leo Mullen, property clerk, acted as judge and Stuart was "sentenced" to six months in the county jail. He was "paroled" on condition that he should never again visit a "lady barber's" shop, and that he should start back to Jonesboro on the first train.

Cupid Ten o'Clock Club

Indiana, 1905

Scheme to Revolutionize Love Making in Logansport, Indiana

For the purpose of discouraging swains with a disposition to monopolize all their time and to encourage the habit of "breaking away" early the Cupid Ten o'Clock club of Logansport Ind., has organized with twenty charter members, says a special dispatch from that place to the Cincinnati Enquirer.

Miss Florence Moore, the founder, is the president. She declared that two evenings a week was abundant opportunity for the prosecution of the most ardent suit, and believes that "no two young people can have anything so important to say that it cannot fully be discussed in a three hour call."

Announcing in newspapers her intention to combat evils arising from too great familiarity before marriage, she called for enrollments in the new club and declares it will revolutionize love making in Logansport. She hopes to extend the idea throughout the state. Miss Moore is only eighteen and of a prominent old family.

Harry Potter Award Goes to Darby Youth

Pennsylvania, 1929

Exchange Club Presents Watch to S. T. Herb

While Colonel Lewis S. Sorley, chief of staff of the Seventy-Ninth Division, U. S. Army, looked on, Samuel T. Herb, of Darby, yesterday was presented with the Harry W. Potter award for proficiency in Citizens' Military Training Camp work, by the Exchange Club of Chester.

The presentation is made every year by the club to the young man from Delaware county selected as having the highest grade at the conclusion of two weeks training under C.M.T.C. officers at Port Houston, Texas, and Fort Howard, Baltimore. Md. The award is in memory of Lieutenant Harry W. Potter, of this city, who served in the World War. He died about four years ago and is buried in the National Cemetery, Arlington.

—Chester Times, Chester, Pennsylvania, Dec. 6, 1929, p. 1.

A Sugar Barrel

1900

"A sugar barrel, boys!" What a scampering that announcement used to cause among the boys in the vicinity of a country store, a few years ago, when much soft brown sugar was used. The emptied hogsheads, with a luscious coat of sweetness adhering to the rough staves, were cast out in the back yard, much to the boys' delight. John B. Grozier, who spent his youth in Canada, recalls these "sugar-barrel" scenes from his own experience.

One of the boys was always on the watch as informal scout, to give notice to the rest of anything interesting and available in the way of fun. The empty sugar hogshead used to appear with considerable regularity. The scout would see it, and after a liberal taste himself, would rush to the mill-pond, where he would probably find the rest of us bathing.

"A sugar barrel, boys!" was his greeting. It was enough. Putting on half of our clothes as we went, we would dash off after our guide, like a scattered train of camp-followers.

It must have been comical to see a dozen urchins straggling along, picking their way barefooted over the rocks and rough ground; struggling to put on a ragged vest or a coat, while maintaining a sort of Indian jog-trot for fear of losing a share in the feast.

Then, lo, the hogshead; and into it the first comers rushed pell-mell. Those who came after contented themselves with hoping there would be enough for all; or possibly they obtained a morsel or two by clever reaching from the outside. — Youth's Companion.

The Confidence of Youth

1920

There are some moments in our lives when obsessed by discouragements and failures we have made, we think with bitterness of the time when we looked forward with eager eyes, and glowing hearts to the opportunities to demonstrate our ability to carve out a great success for ourselves. We recall almost with contempt the joy we felt when we first arrived at the dignity of finding a position and the satisfaction of knowing that we at least stood upon our own feet and were not dependent upon others.

We did not become discouraged because perhaps we were forced to begin at the foot of the ladder, and even when we found the climbing hard work and the setbacks we received surpassed our successes we did not murmur, but pushed upward as far as we could. We thrilled to the young blood that flowed through our veins and warmed us into action; we could not realize our experience and because this was so we dared heights which later on proved beyond our reach, and when we achieved a failure instead of a success we did not grow discouraged.

There is a certain buoyancy of spirit and elasticity of hope in our early years that carry us forward over the roughest of roads to approximately our goal, and it is these qualities, says the Charleston (S.C.) News and Courier, that make life-in-the-making so happy a season for the majority of persons. It is only when failures pile up, and discouragements grow, and one ambition after another are denied fulfillment that we begin to lose that faith that has kept us alive, not alone faith in the ultimate achievement of our hopes, but also faith in ourselves without which we cannot expect to do very much.

—Saturday Blade, Chicago, Feb. 28, 1920, p. 6.

Keeps His Youth By Risking Life

1920

Man Does Peril Stunts to Stave Off Age

Says Fear is "Vampire" That Breaks One's Spirit

LOS ANGELES -- Physical fear and undue caution, to which the softened city dweller becomes increasingly subject, are the twin vampires that help prematurely to steal away a man's youth and break his spirit.

Out of this conviction, L. W. Walker, capitalist, philanthropist and famous daredevil of 64 years, has evolved a singular formula for staving off "age" while growing old.

Whenever he sees the "vamps" in the offing he promptly takes 'em out on a mountain top, into the tip of a giant tree or drapes himself over a precipice with them, and pronto -- they're gone.

Wins Name as Daredevil

For years Walker has performed hazardous feats that have won him a name in the clan of daredevils. And, to add zest to his adventures, he garnishes them with wager readily taken by men already in the grip of fear.

His winnings -- and he seldom loses when he attempts a humanly possible exploit -- are devoted to the poor and the handicapped.

Here are some of Walker's most recent stunts, all wage-winners (and remember he's 64!):

Stood out at right angles half way up a 100-foot tree, one foot in the crotch of a limb.

Hung by the knees, head down, from topmost branch of a towering pine.

Stood erect, hands free, on the top of another tree leaning over a deep chasm.

Climbed an almost vertical mountain wall to a point which many hardy young mountaineers had pronounced inaccessible.

Scaled a cliff where the foothold was so precarious that he had to be rescued with ropes from above.

Dived Among Sharks

Walker has proof of many other equally hair-raising performances, and continues to add to the list whenever he feels in need of a "bracer."

Once he dived into a school of sharks that lashed away in terror as the "old" man splashed his defiance.

He is now taking up aviation by way of further diversion and conquest of fear, claiming that he is growing steadily younger as his life-span lengthens toward the proverbial three-score-and-ten.

As modest as he is fearless, Walker gives freely, but without ostentation, from his ample funds to those he feels deserving.

Doctors Locate Bullet By Phone

1915

London Surgeons Have New Method of Discovering Presence of Foreign Body

London. — One of the romantic touches in modern surgery which the exigencies of the present war have introduced is a method of detecting bullets and fragments of shell in the human body by means of a telephone. This method is employed in special cases in one of the large London hospitals.

To a telephone receiver two short lengths of wire are attached. One of these ends in a small piece of platinum; this is placed upon any part of the patient's skin which has been moistened with salt water. The other end of the wire terminates in a thread of antiseptic silver, and this is bound around the surgeon's probe or lancet or other instrument. The surgeon then places the receiver to his ear and makes the incision.

The instant the instrument touches the bullet a very distinct rattle is heard, quite different from the faint murmur audible as the instrument merely cuts through the flesh, and in this way when X-rays fail, as they sometimes do, the foreign substance is located.


He Is a War Hero At 13

Youngest Noncommissioned Officer in the French Army

Paris. — The youngest noncommissioned officer in the French army is Marcel Vernier, who is thirteen years and seven mouths old. He followed the artillery as a kitchen helper at the opening of the war and learned to ride a horse and was quickly promoted to be a corporal. He has been named adjutant sergeant major and his name has been proposed for the military medal for valor in action. He was recently wounded and was brought to a Paris hospital.

Vernier is an orphan and is one of a large family of young brothers and sisters.

Bridegroom of 13 Spanked by Dad

March 1914

KINGSTON, Ontario. — "Well, father, permit me to introduce my bride," said Eugene Lovelace, a romantic youth of thirteen, as he presented a blushing eighteen-year-old girl, who was Miss Laura Richardson.

"Your what?" gasped the astonished parent, as he looked from one to the other.

"My bride, pop. We've come for the paternal blessing."

The bridegroom has a hazy recollection of what followed. He has a distinct remembrance of father's No. 9 shoe, still containing father's foot connecting with remarkable force somewhere amidships. He remembers getting a fleeting glimpse of a big flat hand coming in his general direction. He is in too much pain to try to recollect other incidents.

The bridegroom does not look any older than his age, and at the time of his decision to embark upon the gale-swept seas of matrimony he purchased with the bulk of his available funds the first pair of long trousers he had ever worn.

Mrs. Lovelace looks and acts much younger than most young women of eighteen do, and was won quickly by the romantic Eugene when he decided to settle down in a home of his own.

Mysterious Suicide — "I Hate To Go, But I Must"

Ohio, 1878

MYSTERIOUS SUICIDE ! !

ENVELOPED IN MYSTERY — NO CAUSE ASSIGNED FOR THE RASH ACT.

Early last evening, the streets were alive with rumors that a young man had shot himself. Our reporter ascertaining his residence, visited the scene; there he found a young man lying upon the bed, a ghastly wound in the right temple, evidently inflicted by his own hand; he was breathing heavily, and apparently near death's door. He was a strong, finely built young man aged about 20 years. His people know of no cause for the act of self-immolation. All they could say, was, that he came in about 5 o'clock, went to his room, then out to the wood-shed, and to his room again, when the shot was fired. There was supposed to be a young lady mixed up in the case; our reporter called upon the lady, but she was wholly reticent, and says that it does not concern the public. As it was known that the young man had written and sent a letter by carrier, to the lady, previous to the shooting, our reporter, after super-human efforts, succeeded in enabling us to place it before our readers:

"Marion, Ohio, Jan., 17: Dear friend Annie, I am going to leave this world, I am in trouble, and I must die; so good-bye, good-bye. Tell Jane and Katy to come to my burial, and come yourself. I hate to go, but I must; I would like to see you before I go, but I cannot; good-bye, good-bye. From yours, FRANK WEAVER."

From the tone of the letter, we should judge that the young lady had nothing to do with the cause of his taking off. She certainly seems deeply grieved. The funeral will be held to-morrow at 9 o'clock. His last words were, "I did it; no one is to blame but myself."

—Daily Star, Marion, Ohio, Jan. 18, 1878, p. 4.

Old Age The Best

1912

There is only one thing we have to do, and that is to grow old. That is the due business of life; it is for that we are put in this world.

The art of living is nothing but the art of growing old.

Instead of looking upon old age as a wreck of youth, the pitiful remains of a once valuable life, we should regard it as the masterpiece of life, that for which all preceding stages were but trial essays and preparation.

When Fontanelle was asked what period of life he considered the most fortunate, he replied: "From sixty to eighty. At that age one's place is fixed. Ambition and desires have ceased to torment, and one reaps what he has sown. It is harvest time."

Whether you believe this or not depends upon the point of view you take as to the purpose of human life. If you think a human being is an animal, put in this world to get all the pleasure he can, then naturally you conceive old age to be a calamity. But if you hold that he is a soul, put here in a body in order to perfect and beautify his character, then you must see that old age, when the bodily fires have gone down, and nothing is left but the fine gold of the spirit, is best of all. — Dr. Frank Crane in Woman's World for November.

This optimistic view of mature age suggests the thought that the harvest time of life may be crowned with fruitage, and that the valley of the shadow may be entered without dread or regret.

Murderer on Death Row Says He's in "Don't Worry Club"

Pennsylvania, 1920

COLLINS NOT WORRYING

Clarence R. Collins, confessed murderer of Geo. Bushman, of Gettysburg, and sentenced to die on the electric chair, occupies his mind with art and music in his cell in the Adams county jail, where he has been confined for 16 long months. He is an able decorator. The youth told a "Times" reporter that he takes things as they come and concentrates his mind to keep from worrying. Collins remains well physically and mentally, and keeps his appearance tidy. He has drawn artistic pictures on the cell walls and has attractively arranged various ornaments. Collins is learning to play the violin and mandolin. "Does it become monotonous to you," the reporter asked, "to stay in this one place all the time?" "Some days it is and some days it isn't," he replied. "When I first came in here I walked the floor every night and worried all the time. Then all of sudden I joined the 'Don't worry club' and since then I have been getting along fine. The only thing to do is to take things as they come."

—New Oxford Item, New Oxford, Pennsylvania, Feb. 19, 1920, p. 9.


MURDERERS EXECUTED

Adams County's youthful murderers, Clarence R. Collins, a native of Mt. Joy township, and Charles C. Reinecker, a native of Highland township, went calmly, without a trace of fear, to their death on the electric chair in the Western Penitentiary near Bellefonte, Monday morning. Collins was the first to die, the current being turned on at 7:06 a. m. and being declared dead at 7:13 o'clock. Reinecker's body received the shock at 7:20 and he was dead at 7:25.

When, after the hard fight, they were informed that the electric chair was inevitable, the boys prepared for the end by singing hymns and writing letters to friends and relatives. They were taken to Rockview on Friday from Gettysburg by Detective Chas. Wilson, Sheriff Hartman and Horace E. Smiley. Neither Collins nor Reinecker showed the slightest trace of emotion. Only once Reinecker remarked. "Well, it has to be. We have to pay the penalty for our crime."

The surprising fact that both Collins and Reinecker were able to go through that terrible ordeal without once breaking down was due to a large measure to the efforts of Dr. J. B. Baker and Dr. Harry Daniels, their spiritual advisers. For many weeks these two pastors labored for hours in the cells of the condemned murderers persuading them to think of the world beyond and to forget the stern realities before them. Dr. Baker talked and prayed with the doomed murderers during their last few hours on earth.

The only official Adams county representative in the death room Monday morning was Arthur C. Sentz, constable of Mr. Joy township. He requested to be assigned the duty and was chosen by Sheriff Hartman. Clarence Bushman, sergeant in the Marine Corps, a son of the murdered man, had expressed a desire to see the execution but he wasn't permitted to do so.

Collins was buried in St. Mark's cemetery near his former home, and Reinecker was buried in the family plot in Evergreen cemetery, Gettysburg on Tuesday. The funeral service in each instance consisted only of a short commitment at the grave. John C. Shealer, of Gettysburg, went to Rock View Monday for the bodies. The two boys, so far as is known were the youngest pair to be electrocuted in the history of Pennsylvania. Collins was 19 years old and Reinecker only 17 years when the crime was committed.

At Rockview, an execution is an every day duty and little attention is paid to the feelings of prisoners. When Collins and Reinecker were being turned over to the warden Friday evening, the latter said to Detective Charles Wilson:

"Have you sent up the caskets from Gettysburg?" In answer to a reply from Detective Wilson that he was not familiar with the funeral arrangements, the warden stated:

"Well I hope the caskets arrive soon. We usually ship out the bodies the same day."

This conversation took place in the presence of both Collins and Reinecker. The tragic ending to the lives of the most cold blooded murder in the history of Adams county. On the night of October 16, 1918, the pair of Gettysburg youths hired George Bushman, local automobile driver, to take them to Carlisle. Near the boundary line between Adams and Cumberland counties, Reinecker drew a revolver and shot Bushman in the back of the head. Collins then drove the machine through Carlisle to the river road in Harrisburg where the pair dumped the body along the bank of the Susquehanna. Robbery was their motive, but only a small sum was secured. On October 24, Collins was arrested in Waynesboro by Detective Charles Wilson on the charge of automobile larceny. The next day the prisoner broke down and confessed that he and Reinecker had not only stolen the machine, but had murdered its driver. Wilson immediately arrested Reineekcr in front of Reichle's meat market. Reinecker also confessed his part in the crime.

During the January term of court in 1919 Collins was convicted of murder in the first degree. On February 9th the jury returned a similar verdict against Reinecker. Then started a long series of proceedings which lasted over a period of more than two years.

—New Oxford Item, April 28, 1921, p. 1.

Note: Bushman's wife, Mary L. Bushman, 73, died Sept. 19, 1933 near Gettysburg. Mrs. Bushman was buried at Evergreen cemetery.

The Early Day of Modeling: Pretty Girls in Demand

1903

Pretty Girls in Demand

They Can Make Good Money Posing For Advertisements

"Pretty girls were never in such demand as they are today," said an advertising agent, "We need them to pose for photographs for almost every article that we advertise.

"We have found, you see, that nothing catches and holds the eye of the public like a good, clear photograph of a pretty girl. Hence, in I don't know how many thousands of advertisements you behold a charming young woman smiling at you.

"Are you advertising a camera? Then you must have a pretty girl taking pictures. Are you advertising a shoe? You photograph a pretty girl tripping daintily across a muddy street on a rainy day. Are you advertising a corset? Then you must have a pretty girl to wear it, and you are careful here to see that her arms and neck are beautiful. In fine, whatever you are advertising, the picture of a pretty girl will help more than anything else to bring you trade.

"Do you know that there is a firm in the West whose sole business is the photographing of young women, for advertising purposes? In this firm's stock are young women riding bicycles, playing pianos, skating, driving, combing their hair, bathing, doing a thousand things. Whatever you desire in their line they will send you almost immediately on receipt of your order.

"I tell you, in these days a pretty girl has no need to be short of money. If doesn't mind exhibiting her face and figure in advertising photographs she can get all the work at posing that she wants to do." — Philadelphia Record.

The Cost of a Cocktail

1916

The Drink a Young Business Man Had to Have Before Lunch

In New York city there is a man who once paid $6,000 for a cocktail. He did not know it then, and he never will know it unless he happens to read this story.

A certain prosperous manufacturing company needed a new departmental manager. The salary was $6,000 a year. The officers of the company considered a great many candidates and at last decided to offer the position to a clever young man of unusual business ability. He seemed to be exactly the man for that particular place. The president and general manager invited the young man to lunch with them at a downtown club, ostensibly to talk over a less important business matter. They wanted to "look him over" just once more.

The man met them at the appointed hour, and the president, anxious to make the occasion a pleasant one, ordered an elaborate luncheon. The waiter was a long time in bringing the first course, and the guest began to appear ill at ease. He seemed absentminded and uninterested in the conversation. He twisted about in his chair and tapped his finders nervously upon the table. Finally he turned toward the president and said almost desperately "Would you mind very much if I ordered a cocktail?" Then he flushed a little and offered a laughing apology for making the request.

The other men exchanged surprised and significant glances, but they called the waiter and ordered the cocktail. When it came the guest drank it eagerly. In a few moments he had become another man — the man of keen vision and quick mind, who could be so useful in their great business. There was no more preoccupation in his manner, no shifting about in His chair. He was alert, eager, clear headed.

But as the luncheon went on neither the president nor the manager mentioned the real object of the interview. Each was thinking the matter over seriously, and neither could be sure of the other's secretly formed opinion. The situation became awkward. Finally the president excused himself on the pretense of going into the library to speak to a friend who had just entered. But after speaking to his friend he went straight to the desk and wrote a message on a telegraph blank. He gave the message to a uniformed attendant and went back to the dining room.

In a few minutes a page brought a telegram to the manager, who read it hurriedly, while the president finished telling their guest about a shooting trip in Maine. This is what the telegram said:

The job is too big for a boozer. We can't run our business by cocktail power. — Youth's Companion

—Stevens Point Daily Journal, Stevens Point, Wisconsin, July 29, 1916, page 6.