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[am not profoundly impressed with these hyphenated names that appear in many of our papers. Such names as Spanish-American, Irish- American, English-American, French-American, and German-American have but little meaning. They leave the impression that men who use such terms are try ing to carry water on both shoulders, to blow hot and cold, to curry favor. But to be a real citizen of this country of free speech and opportunity—just to be known as an American filled with the American spirit is good enough. Other countries may have more graves, fussed and straggled longer, have more broken hearts, furnish more disappoint ments and have more cost—and we know they have, but this country where men grow, where invention thrives and peace reigns is my home. I love it with a love unexcelled on this grain of sand. No ideals should ever have backward look. They should hold a place in the future, Winkelreid may have made his breast - pin-cushion for Austrian spears, and local circumstances may have forced him to do it, and he has been immortalized by the frenzied poet, but such heroes do not appeal to me. sometimes here public speakers hold such ancient worthies up to us as great examples. I an not sure that Colum bus, Alexander, and Ericson would be heroic in the jobs we now have to do, such as dry-farming, irrigating deserts, breeding cacti, or draining swamps. Past ideals are not of any great use. Men never grow great by dreaming the dreams of the ancient worthies. We cannot help the past, but we have much to do about the future. Washington put the Fourth of July on its feet, and made what the Fourth stands for oc cupy a big place in the world of human endeavor; but if we spend our time thinking about ‘Valley Forge, ’ **Cros sing the Delaware,* or the famous “Cherry Tree’ we will not accomplish much. If we are carrying around anci ent ideals, we would better call the junk-man. Just now an idealist just walked down the street. He had long hair, broad-brimmed hat on his head, spurs on his heels, a belt around his waist and two Smith and Wesson’s stuck in it. Now that man was dream ing of the ideal plains man of sixty years ago, but this idealist is nothing but a cheap second hand joke for this present civilization. We can only make manhood out of the material at hand—make heroes for the future by taking the raw material as we find it and transforming it into what our im aginations say it should be. The subject of Nationality is being overworked these days. The French man prides himself on the record of Napoleon, but Napoleon was a Corsican and his wife, Josephine, was a native of the island of Martinique; the found er of the ruling house of Sweden, a Frenchman; Alexander Hamilton of whom we boast was born of question able parentage on the isle of Nevis, the Spanish boast of Columbus, but he was an Italian; Desraeli, who made England great, was a Jew; Gladstone, the great English statesman, wass Scotchman and Wellington, the hero of Waterloo, was an Irishmen. In the present terrible conflict of Europe, the the English armies are led by General French, the Russian armies by General Frances, and the French armies by General Joffre, all these names sug gesting that these men were of differ ent nationality than the armies they were leading. In fact we find that if we study the lives of philosophers and scientists we learn that many would be aliens by ancestry. Kant, the man of Germany, swears he was of Scotch descent; Ibsen, the famous Norwegian, was a Scotc-German; and Rougsean, the French philosopher, was a Swiss. Modern German literature boasts of such names as Heinie, Heyse, Suder- mann, and Hauptman and all were of Jewish ancestry. No Nation can brag of being IT. There is no super-race, and the man who wants to leave such an impression is a long way from being well read or reasonably, informed. Courage Vs Decency. The other day an excited individual rushed into a newspaper office with a choice bit of scandal burning his tongue. It made no difference to this person that the scandal affected the daughter of his neighbor—that the mother of the girl was seriously ill—that the brother was just entering what promised to be a successful professional career. The scandal was rich in flavor, and he wanted to see it in the paper. He told the editor about it, with every evidence of the keen relish of the scandal con noisseur, but impressed upon the news- paper man See one formation most inviolably se cret. When the paper came out, the that a man was afraid to print the news had no right to be an editor. To our mind, that editor was a brave man. So closely related were the lives of the inhabitants, that the editor knew every detail of the story before his visitor called on him. But he could see no profit for himself nor glory’ for his paper in printing an item that would bring sorrow to the gray hairs of a father, disgrace to a brother and prob ably serious consequences to a sick imother. If the news appetites of his readers were so voracious, he thought, as to demand this costly food, he would refuse to pay the price. The editor was right. Many things he has to print which he would rather leave un said, but the scandal which has only its “spice’’to recommend it should have no place in the columns of a self-re specting paper. We would rather build than tear down. We would rather print things that help and encourage and uplift than to hold up the mistakes of some unfortunate to the scorn and contempt of his neighbors. Decency is not lack of courage. If it were, we would rather be decent than courage ous.—Geneseo Journal. Buckeye's Conglomerations. A big wind storm hit Buckeye again Sunday night. But no wonder. ~ Well Mable Blender is working at her old pisces again. Wonder what at traction there is? Burt Paine who was hurt is getting along fine at this writing. Mrs. D. Gosser entertained at lunch eon. Saturday afternoon, Mrs. Rooney, Mrs. Obley, and Miss Mable Clements. An enjoyable time was had by those present. With somebody would mow these sunflowers along the roads. It would be much better. Mrs. Ted Balls and family spent Sunday with their daughter, Mrs. H. Davis, on the river. Mr. Hi Byers and family were seen riding around Buckeye, Sunday. Hans Jensen was pleasant caller at Crenshaw’s, Sunday. He was an im portant business. Wanted: A boy to be partly outside and partly inside. Who can fill the place? Mrs. Ash and daughter, of Ellis, are cooking for Payne's in the cook shack. Emmerson Ball’s little boy, Walter, is seriously ill at this writing. The plamers of Buckeye are going again. Always gone. Mr. and Mrs. Grove Miller were callers at D. Gosser's, Thursday even ing. ‘Will and Nellie Gosser are spending a few days in Plainville. Lost. Somewhere in Buckeye, an umbrella belonging to a man, with a bent rib. Mrs. Ed Crenshaw has gotten settled in her new home at last. The Albert girls spent Monday after noon with the Crenshaw children. Mr. Ed Payne and Miss Mable Blen der were pleasant callers in Ellis Sun day. Yes,the boys of Buckeye are sure some singers, but nobody knows it, and the girls are not much better, they say they have their songs as well as the boys. Mr. and Mrs. Charlie Jensen and daughter, Nellie, of Tescott, Kansas, Mrs. CC. Jensen and Verna Reem snyder, of Hays, spent Friday with Mrs. Saunders. Lou Groff has moved his threshing outfit to the country and is threshing for the farmers in southeast Buckeye. The girls in Buckeye are glad to learn the favorite songs, they sound very en couraging is leap year is just a few months off. Frank Payne is threshing for Mr. Chas. Gosser and Mr. Albert this week Jef Saunders who has been sick is better at this writing. Dr. Hemm was called to Mr. Lein miller’s last week. Hans Jensen layed off work for a few days last week, said he had a bad cold, but we take notice he made several fly ing trips to Hays and back. We guess, he was trying to get away from it. Mr. Frank Payne, Jr. and Jessie Gosser were callers at Will Gosser’s, Sunday evening. Mr. Mice and Mr. Ash called at Dory Gosser's, Sunday. _ Andrew Jensen is putting in another crop of wheat this fall. He has changed his mind about city life and will remain in the country. An eavesdropper in Buckeye a few days ago heard that several of the girls said they would not even whisper their favorite songs for fear Eyes and Ears would hear it and make items. Mr. Denning moved his machine east | o last week. Ralph Bucklew was in north Buck eye, Monday. Be careful of Bull Tractors. Buck-| |eye’s full of them, R. Rolley says he don't mind having a bath in the middle of the night, but he would live for the water to bea [little warm. . We are having a spell of cold weather for a few days. You Can Rent this Piano And if it is satisfactory, buy it later and we will apply all rent paid on the Price—or we will sell it now at «special “rus Kincu7-Caxraxtt. Mose Co., jigs Denver, Colorado. Flat-tone wall paint at Winters”. If you need a young team this fall, you cannot afford to miss see ing my horses before you buy. Prett and Lamtert vernish at Win tore
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Hays, Kansas, US
Sat, Aug 28, 1915
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