The Lampasas Daily Leader. (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 11, No. 71, Ed. 1 Friday, May 29, 1914 Page: 2 of 4
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THE LAMPASAS DAILY LEADER
“JUST PLAIN OLD INDIAN”
By common report General Huer-
ta, Mexico’s present dictator, is much
given to convivial pursuits. His
prowess with the cognac bottle is
much lauded, but how much truth
there may be in this gossip is hard to
tell. One hears all sorts of stories,
says an American close to the Mexi-
can dictator, but it is a serious ques-
tion whether his alleged devotion to
the bottle ever interferes seriously
with his mental processes or with
his work.
Save for his poor eyesight he
looks physically fit Probably he is
much more robust and active mental-
ly and bodily than the average Ameri-
can approaching sixty. Huerta is
nearly that age. He has led an out-
door life, working hard, sleeping long
and eating simple food. Indeed, he
eats whatever is set before him and
seems to assimilate it. One who sat
near him recently at a banquet no-
ticed that every cover as it left his
place was bare except for the bones. He appeared to be as valiant with the
trencher as with the cup.
“I’m just a plain old Indian,” is a phrase of which Huerta is fond in
allusions to himself and his democratic tastes. He vaunted that humble
origin not long since at a banquet to which the fashionable Jockey club in-
vited him.
“A few weeks ago I couldn’t have got inside this place,” he said to his
entertainers. “There has been no change in me. I am the same old Indian
that I was. Yet now you let me sit down and drink champagne with you as
If you thought me as good as you are.”
The Jockey club hosts laughed feebly, as though they didn’t quite see
the joke.
“I heard you people wanted to
hire a congressman, so have com3
down to see if I can get the job.”
He got it.
This is how George Huddleston
applied for Oscar Underwood’s job as
congressman from the Ninth Alabama
district, and the manner of application
and the results are characteristic of
Huddleston. He is as unlike Underr
wood as a gatling gun is unlike a silk
hat.
Underwood is a large man physi-
cally, temperamentally reserved,
suave and polished of manner, and
rather distinguished in appearance.
Huddleston is a little, frail-look-
ing man, without social gloss, and
utterly lacking in the physical char-
acteristics that are supposed to adorn
those of his aggressive, fighting tem-
perament.
When Underwood wants anything
he proceeds cautiously, pulling a wire
here and there; a string there, event-
ually landing what he started out to get. When Huddleston wants anything
he goes after it like he went after the job as congressman. So far he has
always brought home the bacon.
Huddleston is forty-four years old and has the proverbial advantage of
having been born in the country.
James Francis Burke, ever vigi-
lant, aggressive, industrious, also
debonair, startled his congressional
associates by announcing that he
would not ask another term this year.
The Hon. James Francis has had five
terms from the most populous Pitts-
burgh district, which stood firmly for
the Republican faith in both distressr
lng campaigns of 1910 and 1912.
The Burke way of handling things
in campaign years and between times
had much to do with keeping his
Email, compact part of the Pennsylva-
nia map loyal to the Republican party
and there may be some wonder that a
young member so sure of return
ehould prepare to drop out. Burke ex-
plains it in these words:
“Despite importunities I have posi-
tively refused to again return to con-
gress. Ten years is enough for any
one unless be determines to make
politics the sole object of his career.
The time to quit is when you are
strong, and in my case, business has attained such proportions aa to demand
;mj unt vided attention/’
AFTER A SECOND SENATORIAL TERM
Fine, bluff Marcus Aurelius Smith,
senator from Arizona, has gone home
for a short session of stirring up
things and is making sure of a second
senatorial term. He was given th6
short term when Arizona placed her
star on the flag, but it was understood
that honorable Mark would eventually
benefit with a full term during the
period of Democratic ascendency in
the new state—a state that owes more
to Mark Smith than any other single
citizen within her borders for his ef-
forts as delegate to accomplish state-
hood and make it possible to have
senators.
For some sixteen years Mark
Smith was delegate in congress from
Arizona without a vote, but powerful
otherwise, especially when the bound-
less West was interested in legisla-
tion. In all the years of the Honor-
able Mark in congress there was con-
fidence among his friends that he
would some day come back as senator,
and he did not disappoint them. As uBual, some ambitious Democrats have
been busy during the senator’s attention to senatorial duties and have an-
nounced their ambition to succeed him as senator. While Mark was not
alarmed, he thought it the part of wisdom to look things over.
NOT AFTER ANOTHER TERM
HOW HUDDLESTON GOT THE JOB
v wr ADES Ib built just under the
Persian gulf, and keeps its wa-
ters hot, Arabs will tell you.
I To prove their claim they
point to the luminous, phos-
phorescent balls which lazily float be-
neath the waters at night, and say they
are fragments of the everlasting
flames.
Maskat, the picturesque pirates’ re-
treat on the rocky Oman coast, is
called the hottest place in the world.
The sailors say a man who has spent
a summer in this blistering cove may
walk barefoot into Hades—and feel a
chill. It was 124 degrees Fahrenheit
in the shade of our awnings when we
dropped anchor in Maskat harbor, five
days out of Bombay. Lord Curzon, who
visited Maskat, said: “In the heats be-
tween June and August the ordinary
thermometer bursts; those graded
high enough have placed the solar ra-
diation at 189 Fahrenheit. The rain-
fall is only three and one-half inches,
and this all comes within a period of
two or three weeks.”
A new American consul to Maskat
got in the same day I did, writes Fred-
erick Simpich in the Los Angeles
Times. In the silent, quivering heat
of noonday the old muzzle-loading guns
of the sultan’s fortress, perched htgh
on the red rocks above the baking
town, crashed forth a salute. The
Stars and Stripes, in honor of the new
consul, appeared for an instant above
the picturesque old fort, built by the
adventurous Portuguese when they
held this boiling inlet ages ago.
Aspect Is Uncanny.
Gibraltar looks tame beside the
wild, scowling cliffs of Maskat. Sharp,
splintered rocks rise hundreds of feet
high, straight up from the hot sea.
From the north a narrow bay opens
into this mass of peaks and crags, at
whose feet clings Maskat. The whole
aspect of the place is uncanny and
weird—like Dore’s pictures of Dante’s
“Inferno.” Not a trace of vegetation
exists. Food is largely brought from
India.
Near the beach stands the sultan’s
palace, a pretentious structure for this
part of the world. A huge lion from the
Arabian desert is kept in an iron cage
near the entrance to the palace. When
Lord Curzon was in Maskat he saw a
woman, who was accused of murder,
confined in a similar cage very near
the lion.
In the narrow, crowded bazaar,
every Arab I met carried a long curved
knife, and a firearm of some pattern.
Their rifles were often inlaid with sil-
ver, and had the stocks wrapped with
deerskin. Slavery was abolished—offi-
cially—by treaty with the British some
years ago, but so many blacks had
been previously brought in that they
have left their impress on the people
of Maskat, with whom they have
mixed. The Maskat Arabs appear
much darker than those farther north.
Shores of thick-lipped, woolly-headed
blacks from Abyssinia and Zanzibar
were mingled with the market throng;
many of these were slaves belonging
to wealthy Arabs. The bazaar trade
itself, which seemed to consist largely
of guns and ammunition, besides of
pourse the UBual articles of cloth,
skins and food, is in the hands of Hin-
du traders. Guns of every description
were for sale, and it Is from this traf-
fic that the sultan derives much of his
income. Camel caravans take the guns
inland from Maskat, and carry them
around by land to Koweit, and even
across to Baluchistan. All the tribes
of the interior of Arabia secure arms
through this source, which they after-
ward use against one another, the
Turks or the English in Baluchistan,
as the case may be.
Maskat Is above all a city of song
and dance, of good times and high life
—as Arabs know it In all Arabia, it
is said, no maids are so fair as those
of Maskat. Here, too, flourish the
black arts and superstitious sorceries
which are openly avowed and prac-
iVJ.AOivA'1'.
tised. “Baled-es-Soharah” the natives
call Oman, which means “The Land
of the Enchanters.” The water front
is alive with weird yarns of fancy
magic and occult mysteries. Half the
fiction of the Arabian Nights could
have been lifted bodily from any of the
same sort of stories which are told
and retold in the coffee shops of Mas-
kat any night, when the blazing sun is
set.
From Maskat north the heat by day
aboard the Kola became more intense,
reaching 126. Sailors slopped sea water
on thick grass mats, and spread them
about the burning deck, beneath the
scorching canvas awning. Heat apo-
plexy kills men quickly on such days
of suffering; one lives each day in
fear of the heat. Our dizzy heads and
dry skins warned us of danger as we
walked with shaky steps about the
boat, seeking some spot sheltered from
the soul-destroying sun. At 6 p. m. the
glass still showed 118, but we felt
some slight relief.
Tales of Marine Monsters.
The morning of the third day from
Maskat we anchored in the delta of
the Shat-el-Arab, or River of the Arabs.
This is the name given to the Tigris
and Euphrates rivers, after they unite
on their way to the gulf. A few miles
upstream lay the Persian town of Mo-
hammereh. Braving dangers from
sharks, stingrays and other pests to
-white men swimming in the gulf, we
bathed long and luxuriously in the
cooler waters of the great stream
which comes all the way from Armenia.
Marine monsters of many sorts swim
in the hot Persian gulf, and the lurid
tales Arabs tell of them -would fill an
Atlantic City reporter with honest
envy. One writer says: “Our dhow
passed through shoals of giant garfish,
dozens of which, attracted by our lan-
tern, leaped aboard. They had long,
pointed noses and one of our party
was nearly blinded, the point just miss-
ing his eye.”
At Mohammereh I quit the Kola—
joyfully. Redolent of horses, reeking
with filth, rats and roaches, sire went
her way. On the mudbank "of the
Shat-el-Arab, 50 miles below the Turk-
ish river town of Bassorah, I found
myself, facing a day’s quarantine in
the Persian station at Mohammereh.
Back of me, on either bank of the
Karun—which comes down from the
■Persian hills at this point and flows
into the Shat-el-Arab—lay the flat,
mud-hut towrn of Mohammereh Itself, a
monotonous, sun-baked village blown
to fragments by British guns in their
war on Persia a generation ago. Near
by, half-hidden in the changing mud
banks, I observed an old wreck. Later
I learned her history; she was the
famous old Fox, onoe a blockade run-
ner in the American Civil war. But
how she got to Mohammereh, 15,000
miles away by sea, I do not know.
Seek Petroleum in Australia.
The government of South Australia
has offered a bonus of $24,330 to tho
first person or body corporate that
obtains from a bore or well situated
in South Australia 100,000 gallons of
crude petroleum containing not less
than 90 fl’er cent, of products obtain-
able by distillation. The oil must be
ktored at the bore or well from which
it is obtained until the whole 100,000
gallons have accumulated, and the
minister of mines will require samples
of the strata passed through by the
bores, taken at every 50 feet sunk,
and a certificate from the government
analyst showing the results of his
analysis of samples of the oil.
Of Course Not.
‘I can’t find my wrench,' bawled
the plumber.
“You waste a good deal of time
looking for your tools,” criticized the
bookkeeper of the establishment.
“Now, I always know where to find
my pen.”
“Well, a fellow ean’t stick his monk-
ey wrench behind his ear.”
FOR BREAKFAST TABLE
APPETIZING DAINTIES WITH
WHICH TO START DAY.
Sally Lunns Are Easily Among Best
of the Fancy Breads—Lilly White’s !
Muffins—Excellent Way to
Serve Egg3.
By LIDA AMES WILLIS.
Sally Lunn No. i.—Fancy breakfast
breads are enjSyed more at this sea-
son than at any other time. Th0
housewife who prefers yeast to baking
powder will be repaid for the extra
trouble in making her Sally Lunns by
this old-time recipe:
Scald a pint of milk; add four table-
spoonfuls of butter, and let cool.
When lukewarm add salt, sugar, yeast
and flour. Beat well, cover and set to
raise until very light, which will re-
quire about two hours In summer, but
longer in winter. Beat the yolks and
whites of the eggs separately, add
them to the batter and stir lightly.
Let rise for 15 minutes. Place in pans
and bake in a moderate oven for 40
minutes, serve hot.
Sally Lunn No. 2.—Sift together two
cups of sifted flour, half a teaspoonful
of salt, two tablespoonfuls of sugar
and two teaspoonfuls of baking pow-
der. Rub In a large tablespoonful of
butter until well mixed. Beat one egg
lightly, add to a cup of milk and stir
into the dry materials. Beat to a.
smooth batter and bake from twenty
to thirty minutes in a quick oven.
Lily White’s Muffins.—Rub together
a tablespoonful of butter and a table-
spoonful of sugar. Then add the stiff-
ly beaten whites of four eggs. Mix
well. Add a saltspoonful of salt, and
three teaspoonfuls of baking powder
to three cups of sifted flour and add
to the butter and sugar mixture, alter-
nating with a pint of milk. Have your
gem or popover pans very hot and
well greased. Fill two-thirds full and
bake about twenty-five minutes in a
hot oven.
Egg Biscuit.—Sift with a pint of
flour one teaspoonful of baking pow-
der. Chop into it a -tablespoonful of
butter. Beat an egg and mix with
half a cup of milk, or part milk and
part cream is better. Make a hole in
the flour, but in a saltspoonful of salt*
and pour in the egg and milk; mix
all together in a soft dough, using
more milk if necessary. Roll out as
quickly as possible half an inch thick;
cut in rounds and bake in a quick
oven.
Eggs a la Placentina.—Separate four
eggs. Beat the -whites stiff, then add
the yolks and a rounded tablespoonful
of butter melted, a little salt and pep-
per. Butter well a small earthen bak-
ing dish and cover the bottom with a
layer of thinly sliced cheese; use a
good, rich kind. Put in the oven a
few minutes to heat thoroughly, then
turn in the beaten whites of eggs
mixed with the other materials; re-
turn to the oven, and when the- eggs
are a golden brown serve Immediately.
Tripe Ragout.
Wash a pound of tripe and cut in
two-inch strips. Chop two tablespoon-
fuls of Spanish onion, and cook until
straw color in two tablespoonfuls of
butter. Add the tripe, toss and cook
gently for ten minutes. Add a cupful
each of celery, cut In inch pieces, and
solid meat of tomato, cut in pieces.
Let simmer gently until all are tender,
adding a little tomato juice if it cooks
too dry. Garnish with toast points
and parsley.
Fish Force Meat.
Two-thirds cupful of raw halibut,
white of one egg, salt, pepper, cay-
enne, one-half cupful of heavy cream.
Chop the fish finely or force through
a meat chopper. Pound in mortar, add-
ing gradually the white of egg and
working until smooth. Add the sea-
sonings, rub through a sieve and then
add the cream.
Savory Sauce.
Take two ounces of salt pork, bacon
or sausage. If bacon or pork is used,
cut it into small pieces. Heat until
crisp but not burned. In the fat which
fries out of the meat, cook a small
amount of finely chopped onion and
red or green pepper, being careful not
to burn them. Add one cup of tfiick
tomato juice or a larger amount of
uncooked juice, and cook the mixture
until it is reduced to a smaller amount.
Season with salt. To this sauce ca-
pers, mushrooms or finely chopped
pickle may be added.
Velvet Rice Pudding.
One quart of milk, two tablespoon-
fuls rice, three tablespoonfuls sugar,
a little salt and nutmeg, handful rais-
ins and butter the size of an egg. Put
all in bean pot and bake in very slow
oven five hours, stirring often until
half an hour before serving. Serve
fjot with or without cream.
Saving the Peaches.
If you open a can of peaches and
find them fermented, do not throw
them away. Heat them over, sweeten
a little and make them into pie.
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Vernor, J. E. The Lampasas Daily Leader. (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 11, No. 71, Ed. 1 Friday, May 29, 1914, newspaper, May 29, 1914; Lampasas, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth897391/m1/2/: accessed April 23, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Lampasas Public Library.