San Antonio Daily Light. (San Antonio, Tex.), Vol. 15, No. 158, Ed. 1 Sunday, July 7, 1895 Page: 2 of 8
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LIGHT PUB. CO.
WeJra. nt and Manager T. JI. Johnsom
Vice-1 resident W . IS. MtMxn
secretary ■••■•.... H. C. Schvmacheh
superintendent & Director W. T.Schumacher
Treasurer J. b. JoHxeow
Entered at the Post Office at San Antonio
lexas as Second Class Mall Matter. '
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. SUNDAY JULY 7 1895 (
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SCHOOLS AND SCHOOLS.
The Light Preacher has been 1
discoursing on “schools” for some
weeks now and is a little at a loss 1
to know what department of his ।
great subject to next present. It
is said that he who hesitates is lost.
Let it be so My BelovedJCongrega-
tlon and in lieu of the usual dis-
course on “schools” for the theme
la by no means exhausted yet we ।
Jjill do as the regular sure enough
done take recess. The
it and why not
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little unm. th-
e and the hope of
• „*Biaking home coca!
with their - Weet
taking mother's
th their ceaseless
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: chouse lie m itt< r
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secret that they
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-. -Bistraction. t> mpo-
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will wi-h that
bllt ir only
Bind firn great ma-
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that are not m a lo d
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are arraigned indict d
HS|Hinid and executed intlnir
ByMtho solemn round of al) the
made the old famil-
HS|!Ml n s atid features and far. -
farewell to and the
is not always without
Then comes eommencem. nt
‘-sweet girl graduates' and
seniors more grave and
Igßvcrend that they will be a <|uar-
oi a century hence discourse
nßarffvdly upon themes they would
Hksitate to tackle in their mature
and womanhood. It all
ends and they too go out into that
great distraction we call life.
1 Freed fu>m the routine of their
class lifAhey recreate.
। But these are not the schools that
the Light preacher has been hold-
ing forth upon. How about the re-
cess and the vacation there? Do
the lessons ever end? Can mother
step down and out and close the
“home school?” Can the Influence
of her unconscious life and the un-
folding of the lives derived from
the substance of her own come to
a halt while school takes recess?
k Ah no. There is no power in all
k the’ universe of the eternal forces
Jean arrest these Influences stay
| the progress
k work that ie " s’dmTp
I? light.
and so unseen tn the substratum
of that child nature or arrest the
development of character in that
“home school.” Term never closes
That teacher is never discharged
The school once opened its Instruc-
tions go on forever.
Is it not strange that this school
is opened so carelessly not a
thought given to the beginning of
that which can have no end? That
men and women dare in all the un-
consciousness of ignorance to take
out a license to open such a school
and that the state grants it with-
out any examination into the fit-
ness or qualifications or experience
of the applicants is one of the
enigmas of this present and in a
wiser age it will be considered the
greatest blunder and stupidity of
the educational ages. Mothers of
the Light Congregation your
school has no recess. It keeps its
terms till death closes them and its
influences live as long as mind en-
dures.
How about that antipode to the
“home school” the “street school”
dot a it ever close classes and take a
recess? Does the universal devil
whoconducts this schoolwhospella
his name without the letter d does
he ever dismiss his pupils and take
recess? Not that the Light preach-
er knows of. That infernal school
o f the street has been in unbroken
session ever since streets were. It
had graduated its millions before
Grecian civilization had its birth
or Roman citizenship was in its
cradle. It flourished in Sodom and
in Nineveh and all who pursued its
curriculum were given their de-
gree of D. D.—Disciples of Dam-
nation. This is the training school
in which are taught falsehood
theft brutality llcetiousnesscruel-
ty lust rapine murder and all that
debauches and debases man and
unsexes woman. Is it not nigh
time that in the wisdom of the
government this school was closed
against the entrance of the youth
of both sexes? That it be made a
crime on the part of parents and
guardians to turn their little ones
out of the home school into the
street school a school whose in-
structions are destructlone?Against
this unwisdom on ’the part of the
state and the city the Light
preacher raises his warning voice
this Sabbath morning.
Is it any different with that “bus-
iness school” whose life lines were
drawn for the great congregation of
the Light a few week since? In no
whit. The instructions goon the
same all the same. There is no re-
spite from its cares no cessation
from its duty no recess possible.
The merchant is bound to his
counting room and day and night
his accounts run and his inter-
est increases and his obliga-
tions mature. It is so with the
baker and the banker the mechan-
ic and the manufacturer. Once the
man or the woman crosses the
threshold of active life there is no
cessation in its movement. Its
silent and indurating influence is
at work eternally. Even in the
outer temple of business it is not
possible to take a recess. What
merchant or baker or manufactur-
er or banker or tradesman closes
shop for months as the state pub-
lic schools do and takes recess.?
What kind of a business would he
And waiting the taking down of
his shutters at the end of a three
months’ recess In which he paid no
attention to the wants of his cus-
tomers? To ask the question is to
answer it. Then there is no recess
in the school of business life. This
is its pain and pleasure its profit
and its penalty.
In the “social school” It is in
nothing changed. The doors of so-
ciety swing wide on their hinges
all the time. The instructions that
men and women are eternally re-
ceiving the one from the other
never end. The lies that are fash-
ionable and the jealousies that are
rampant the envies that come so
hot from hell that they hiss the
nobleness that shields another
even to its own hurt the pride that
loves display and the greater pride
that avoids it the scandal that
tears a reputation into tatters and
the charity that thinks no evil
the selfishness that arms its pos-
sessor with a trippie headed spear
to assault and clothes him in a coat
of mall to resist the benevolence
that gives to the relief of others
till it impoverishes Itself the puri-
ty that cannot be unclean and the
uncleanness that cannot be pure—-
all these live on and their teach-
ings are never suspended. The
“social school” takes no recess.
be some vaca-
last discoursed
of school the “school of adversity.’
Alas not even here is there any
possible respite from the eternal
round of Imparting and receiving.
Here the old grind goes on and the
bricks are made without straw
and the nose is ever upon the
grindstone and the feet upon the
treadmill. The toilsome ascent is
made only to be followed by the in-
evitable slide to the bottom of the
hill. Disappointment is the only
planet in the firmament of the ad-
verse life and its bard voice breaks
eternally on the ear that would
welcome death as a recess Death
comes not at will to those who are
under the harrow of relentless fate
the school continues the hard mas-
ter ever ready with his scourge to
flay the unwilling pupils who
would shirk their hard tasks as
they sit on hard benches in this
hard school.
Dearly beloved I Accuse not your
preacher of only preaching hard
things this morning. It is the truth
that is spoken and in its receiving
be ye wise. As these “schools”
never end choose wisely which you
will enter. Also that what you
learn therein is more of your own
selection than by the voice of an-
other. You cannot be brought in-
to subjection to evil until you con-
sent thereto. Because you sit next
to a liar on the form of life it is not
necessary for you to He. In the
ordainment of a life of w’hich we
but little we are teachers as
well as scholars and to each of us
it is given to be in no small meas-
ure his own heaven and his own
hellbis own devil and his own deity
SEEING THE SIGHTS.
A SAN ANTONIAN VISITS THE BIG
CITIES.
Interviews President Cleveland and
Goes Back to New York a
Republican.
New 7 York City June 29 1895.
“Dear Friend: Thank goodness!
I managed to get through Chicago
safHy and have been here three
days and as I promised to write
you from this place of my strange
adventures I will do so although
I am almost ashamed of the many
times I have been fooled guyed
and buncoed since I left St. Louis.
In fact George Walker has cau-
tioned me several times not to let
any one know anything about it;
but I am going to tell you about my
trip and I want you to tell no one
and ‘burn this letter.’ In some
ways however I have learned con-
siderable and am ahead—and al-
though a newspaper man myself
I have discovered what awful false-
hoods they repeatedly tell. Yes
they tell these thing over and over
again until after a while they
actually believe them to be true
themselves. Two notable examples
being their miserable prevarica-
tions about Bartholdi’s Statue of
Liberty and the Washington mon-
ument. I will show you how I
discovered the frauds these big
newspapers commit and how they
gull the unsuspecting public who
have never been to New York and
Washington. But first about Chi-
cago. When I got there to say I
was surprised would be put-
ting it mild. I looked out of
my sleeping car window when the
train stopped and saw a lot of
houses. The train moved on rapid-
ly-stopped again—more houses.
The houses got thicker and thicker
—big four and five storied build-
ings loomed up and the train
stopped again—l grabbed my va-
lise and rushed to the car door
but the train was again running
too fast for me to get off but I was
scared—l was afraid I was being
carried past Chicago so I made a
desperate lunge at the bell cord and
pulled it. The train at once began
to slow up when the porter who
was in the rear end of the car
rushed up and with his eyes
opened till they looked like a pair
of china saucers caught me by the
arm and gasped out: ‘ Foh Gawd’s
sake boss what am de mattah wid
you?” I excitedly told him that I
had been riding three days to see
Chicago and didn’t propose to be
carried by the town that way.
He instantly seized the bellcord
pulled it twice and then as the
speed of the train increased his
features relaxed and dropping my
arm he fell into a seat convulsed
with laughter “Dis aint Sheekago
Boss” he cried. “Ya haw haw!”
Dis am only Pullman station dat
place wha dey had dat big strike.”
‘Skuseme boss but I can’t help it.
He he he” and the darkey rolled
on the floor. Well being as you
know a newspaper man I know
about that strike and saw that the
darkey was right so I took my
seat again blushing like a school
girl while every one in the car
laughed at me. I called the porter
and slipping a silver quarter in his
hand said to him : “Tell me hon-
estly now where is Chicago any-
how?” “Bout thirty miles from
hea” he replied. “As many houses
as there are here?” I asked point-
ing out of the window. “My boss
deae sarcugstance. Dey’s
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became more polite if possible and
cast furtive glances at my hip
pocket. Sure enough in about an
hour we reached the Chicago depot.
I was thoroughly bewilder-
ed; thousands of hacks omni-
busses and carrriages sur-
rounded me. I was jostled
around dreadfully when a bright
young man rushed up to me and
seized me by the hand —it was my
friend young Mose Koenigsberger
formerly of San Antonio. Never
was a friend in need more a friend
indeed than at this critical time.
My coat was torn and several but-
tons off my vest. Well! Mose act-
ed as guide for me there and the
sights we saw would fill a novel.
Will write you all about it in my
next. It would take up too much
room here besides I want to tell
you about this great city and
Washington and how I felt it my
duty to forsake the Democratic
party and join the grand old Re-
publican party. I know you will
think I did this on account of the
Republican victories last year but
this is not the reason.
As soon as 1 registered at the
Hoffman House a messenger boy
handed me a letter asking me at
the same time if it was for me.
Imagine my surprise when I saw
my name in full on the envelope.
I hastily tore it open and my sur
prise deepened into amazement
when I saw that it was an invita-
tion to a dinner to be given at the
residence of Chauncey M. Depew
the great Republican magnate
the following evening. The in-
vitation also stated that Gov-
ernor Morton Thos. B. Reed Bob
Ingersoll and other prominent Re-
publicans would be present. I was
thoroughly delighted at this and
hastily wrote a note of acceptance;
still I thought it strange that I a
Democratic editor should be in-
vited to such a gathering of noted
Republicans. However “truth is
stranger than Action” and while I
was ruminating over my strange
experience after supper while
smoking a cigar in the hotel lobby
I observed a Ane looking man ap-
proach the register and glancing
over the arrivals speak to the
cleak after w’hich he came over to
where I sat and presented me his
card on which was engraved “Thos.
B. Reed.” He looked like pictures
of the great statesman I had often
seen but being as you know a
newspaper man I had read so
often about bunco steers in New
York passing themselves off for
noted men that I treated Mr. Reed
very coolly until I could excuse
myself a moment and privately
ask the clerk if this was really the
great Republican. The clerk said
“Why of course it is I thought
everybody knew Tom Reed.” I
slipped back to where Mr. Reed
was sitting feeling very cheap
at exposing my unfounded
suspicions to the clerk as
I had done and putting on
my most agreeable and—and—-
yes—fascinating is the word—fasci-
nating smilel treated Mr. Reed with
great cordiality and we opened a
bottle of Mumm’s together and
while drinking he explained to
me that he and Chauncey Depew
had heard (by telegraph) of my
departure from the Alamo City for
New York and knowing that I
was from the only Republican
congressional district in Texas and
hearing that I had made many el-
oquent speeches which caused the
election of that grand old Roman
Judge Noonan he and Mr. Depew
had arranged a banquet for the
next evening at Depew’s house at
which toasts would be given and
that I was to respond to the toast
“The Republicans of Texas! May
they ever Increase.” Well all this
paralyzed me but I was so over-
whelmed with the great considera-
ation and distinction shown me by
these Republican leaders that I
was ashamed to tell them that I
was not a Republican but a Dem-
ocrat. After a pleasant chat of an
hour or so Mr. Reed left and I
went to my room at once; because
being as you know a news-
paper man I knew that if my
movents had been so closely ob-
served by such great men as Reed
Depew and Morton it was certain
that the New York World Herald
and other papers would annoy me
with their reporters begging me
for an interview. I found out after
that the reporters were all expect-
ing me on the next morning’s
train and this is how I escaped
them by arriving ahead of time.
On arriving at my room and feel-
ing warm I threw open my win-
dow to get a little breeze when
right in front of me and apparent-
ly not more than two hundred
yards off was the magniffcent
statue of liberty illuminated with
myriads of electric lights. I could
not believe my own eyes. Only a
week before leaving home I read
some article or other about this
statue and the paper spoke of it as
they’ always have done as being on
Bedloe’s island. This serves to
show you how unreliable the news-
papers are and what falsehoods
they continually publishalthough
as you know I’m a newspaper
man myself. Well! there was the
statue—no mistake about It—crown
and all. I sat down on the side of
the bed thoroughly disgusted
with all humanity in gen-
eral and myself in particu-
lar. To think that newspa-
pers would publish such false-
hoods and that I should believe
them. I knew I could not go to
sleep so I went down stairs and
that it was firmly placed on
the Madison Square
theatre and had always been
and I tell you this deception
me sick so I thought I’d
see if there was really any
thing as the “Bowery ” I
had often read of it and
song: “My Pearl is a
etc.” I went on until I a
saloon in the door of which a
marble slab with the words
Brodie”on it. I concluded
was the “sure ’nuff” I
went in threw down a dolß^bill
and called for the beer.
looking barkeeper waitedHn me
and the change he looked
a little queer and bladßcut I gup-
nosed that the barktviJFr had been
at the Hot Sulptfur wells and
thought it mnstflie all right so put
lit in my pocket and forgot all
about it till I went to buy a cigar
at a stand farther down when
the dealer in cigars threatened to
have me arrested for attempting to
pass counterfeit money. I told him
where I got it but he only laughed
at me; so I bought a dollar’s worth
of cigars from this man to square
things and feeling worse than
I started out returned to the hotel
and went to bed to dream of stat-
ues. counterfeit money and bunco
steerers. I awoke next morning
feeling betterand went out on the
street. I knew there was going to
be a “flower battle” or “Charity cir-
cus” from the crowds that were
beginning to throng the streets and
plazas—l mean squares—and as I
was following along the
crowd down Broadway. A man
picked up a pocketbook almost un-
der my feet and stopping me asked
if it was my pocketbook at the
same time opening the book show-
ing me that it was filled with bills
of large denominations. Without
thinking I replied that it was not
mine. The stranger said that he
was sorry because he had to leave
on the next train for Washington
and knew that there wonld be a
large reward offered for the
book and that he didn’t want to
keep anyone else’s money nor
did he wish to lose the larger re-
ward ; and finally offered to let me
have the pocket book provided I
would give him a hundred dollars
and also promise to insert an ad.
in some paper so the real owner
would be sure to get the money on
paying the reward. The amount
he asked was large but we were
sure of a reward of at least five
hundred dollars and as the man
was so honest about it when he
could just as well have kept the
money the pocket-book contained
that without any hesitation I took
out my “flash role” of money and
skinning a hundred-dollar bill
from the outside gave it to the
stranger who after making me
again promise to advertise the
pocket-book turned it over to me
bowed politely and left. I walked
on in a hurry till I came to the
office of a newspaper having a
small circulation where I put in a
cheap ad. about like this:
“Found—Pocket book containing
large sum of mone.f. Apply to F.
H. B Room 2G73 6th floor Hoff-
mann House.”
Continuing down Broadway I
soon founa that it was no use to
try to catch up with the cir-
cus so I concluded I would
take a car and go to the
pier for Coney Islands. As I
was about to take the car I noticed
that it was a trailer that had evi-
dently broken loose from the
motor car and as it was down
grade the car was going at a ter-
rific rate of speed yet strange to
say the conductor was doing
nothing to stop the car neither did
the passengers appear to be fright-
ened. No sooner had this car
passed than another car j ust like
the former came whizzing by. I
began to doubt my eyes again
when I saw another car just like
the other two going up the grade
at the same speed. But none of
these cars bad any trolley pole and
looking up I saw that the trolley
wire was gone too. Being now
thoroughly bewildered and fright-
ened I asked a policeman how
those cars could run up hill that
way without trolley pole or wire?
The policeman answered that they
were not trolley care but were run
by a cable under the track. I
thought he was only guying me
but as soon as the car passed I ran
out and looked at the track and
there was a rope running right
under the track and making the
funniest noise you ever heard.
Well I finally got on the boat for
Coney Island but the big w’aves
made me so sick that the elephant
there looked as big as a mountain
and I was glad to return as soon as
possible to my hotel where after a
short rest I proceeded to take the
train for Washington to Interview
the president on the financial ques-
tion but before I went I thought I
had better take an inventory of
the pocketbook in my possession—-
and do you know when I examined
the money in it carefully it wasn’t
money at all but imitation money
known as “Wah-Hoo Bitters
money.” In other words nothing
but an advertisement of a medi-
cine company the resembled
money—and yet that stranger did
look and talk so honest.
Ah me! I’m afraid my hundred
dollar bill is gone for good. This
is a wicked wicked world.
After this occurrence I was
anxious to take the train and get
out of this a while so
miles
Bi .
stop off at Baltimore with him
and have a good time but fearing
that his object might bo “to show
me some{land” I politely but firm-
ly declined. Do you know that I
really believe that man intended
to kill me? Arriving at Washing-
ton 1 proceeded direct to the
White House when I found Grover
waiting for me interested demo-
cratic politicians in New York hav-
ing wired him when I would ar-
rive in Washington. Grover met
me cordially at ihe door ushered
nr l into the “red room” and giving
me an exceedingly comfortable
and luxurious chair seated himself
opposite to me and said with a
sigh : “My dear sir! You are now
sitting in the late lamented Co).
Bill Snort’s favorite chair.” He
like yourself was from Texas.” He
was editor of the Crosby County
j Clarion and Farmers Vindicator
। in Texas where I first made his
acquaintance and Anally appreci-
ating his wonderful shrewdness
nerve and integrity I made him
my confidential adviser and com-
panion ;”“and” said the President
looking fixedly at me “I wish he
were still alive for he has piloted
me through many a perilous place.”
‘•Have one of his favorite cigars”
said Grover handing me a “Bill
Snort Perfecto.” I lit the cigar and
leaned back in that elegant chair
so lately occupied by the illustrious
Col. Snoot my resolution trade be-
fore starting to tackle Grover
rough-shod on the bond and silver
question was weakened. The
delicate attentions shown me by
Grover was fast affecting my reso-
lution. Just then the president
spoke again: “Yes where can I
find Snorts’ equal?” “I must have
another Texas man.” I need Texas
bravery and cunning.” Fearing
that Grover was about to offer me
the place made vacant by Col.
Snort I made a bolt break and
said: “Mr. President! what were
your reasons for selling bonds so-
low to the Morgan-Belmont syndi-
cate when you could have gotten
so much more for them at home?”
His answer disgusted me and
from that moment I was a full
fledged republican it showed how
utterly incompetent Grover is to
guide this great nation. It was:
“To restore confidence in England
my dear sir:—So that we could
borrow more over there again some
time.”
The next question I asked was
‘Mr. President! I am a newspaper
man and would like to have you
state how much you were worth
in 1883?” Grover reddened and
said that it was a personal matter
in which the public had no con-
cern. I told him that it was how-
ever a circumstance which I
thought the people were entitled
to know but Grover said that Col.
Snort had always advised him to
never answer any leading ques-
tions unless the court compelled
him to and that he thought the
Lexow committee had adjourned.
This ended our interview and I
sadly took my leave of the presi-
dent realizing that Grover will not
do and that Col. Snort died at the
right time to make Grover’s fail-
ure compete although I really be-
lieve I could have got Snort’s place
with the president if I bad tried.
I thought I would go over and see
the Washington Monument but
on looking at it from the White
House I cOuld see that is was no
higher than Kampmann’s smoke
stack so I didn’t take the trouble
to go and see it. I took the next
train back to New York arriving
there in time to attend Depew’s
banquet. It was a grand affair. In
responding to the toast assigned to
me I related my Interview with
the President and scored him
heavily which elicited great ap-
plause. I will tell you all about it
when I return. Really I made
such an impression on the assem-
bly that there is now talk of hav-
ing a Texas man for president with
Tom Reed for vice-president. If
this occurs I think I stand a good
show for the nomination. I will
be home in about two weeks. With
regards yours Frank.”
Hermann Breusing Notary Public.
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San Antonio Daily Light. (San Antonio, Tex.), Vol. 15, No. 158, Ed. 1 Sunday, July 7, 1895, newspaper, July 7, 1895; San Antonio, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1683249/m1/2/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; .