chinist, the club has become a factor in the local baseball field, and he challenges any local club, bar none. There will be some good games this season among the different chapels, and the boys are already practicing.

J. D. Patterson, another member of the Picayune adroom, had the Grim Reaper enter his home. He lost a lovable daughter, aged seventeen, Monday, January 23.

The Item editorially is making a vigorous fight for the enforcement of the Friedrichs law, a law for the benefit of the department store girls, and which is needed in every city in the United States. There is no intention upon the part of the Item or the friends of the Friedrichs law of abandoning the fight until the victory is won.

R. P. Fleming, editor and part proprietor of the United Labor Journal, is forever on the hustle, and is making the paper a go. He is getting the hearty support of the laboring people of the city and surrounding territory, and he is carrying a good line of advertising.

Dan C. O'Regan, aged fifty-nine, well known over the country, expired of delirium tremens, according to doctor's certificate, February 12. He was a delegate to the last National and the first International conventions from Dubuque, Iowa.

Seventeen of the twenty-two girls who came from Porto Rico last spring and were employed in the St. Louis cordage factory, returned to their native homes February 9, from this port. They were dissatisfied with the conditions of employment and were in a pitiable plight while here. An unknown philanthropist advanced $200 to send them home.

You fell, O Flakelet, from the sky,
With a dull and sickening thud;

Up North you are called the beautiful snow-
Down here your name is mud.

CLINTON, IOWA.

ARIOSO.

Clinton, while still a long way behind some of the surrounding cities, has ceased to be a ten-hour town. A new scale has been signed up, and while we might possibly have got a little more in the line of wages if we had stood out for it, we considered it of more importance to get the eight-hour day. The old scale here called for $12 for a fiftynine-hour week; the new one calls for a raise of $1.50 per week on the average, fifty-four hours to constitute a week's work until January 1, 1906; thereafter, forty-eight hours. The scale runs to March 5, 1907.

Frank Harrison, former foreman of the Age, now holds the position of manager, Charles Krebs succeeding him as foreman.

Few tourists have passed this way lately. While subbing is rather "poor pickin'" in this burg, the printer passing through generally connects with a meal ticket.

Am pleased to see that THE JOURNAL's columns contain articles on political economy. Printers are generally well up to the front in any movement, and when the time is ripe for workingmen to elect workingmen to make laws to benefit workingmen, they'll doubtless be found at the head of the pro

The suit brought against No. 63 by Patrick Hurryup Galloway, in the claim for $10,000 damages for being deprived of the means of livelihood, through being rejected in his application for membership, came to trial before Judge Barber in a local court on February 6. The judge, after listening to the argument of the petitioner's attorney, and after one or two witnesses had been put on the stand, charged the jury, instructing them to find in favor of the defendant. Thus ends a case of litigation which labor circles have eagerly watched for some time. In passing it might be added that at the outset it looked as if the chances of securing a jury who were not familiar with the Galloway troubles would be hard to find among the city residents, as he had made almost every inhabitant familiar with his tale of "B. S." and imaginary wrongs. But then, after hearing the union's side, there was nothing to it.

To the many friends of "Pica" Howell throughout the country it will be news that he has recently joined the benedicts. The event occurred early in February, While "Pica" tries to look wise when questioned on the matter, he however is getting well posted on the cost of household necessities, and buys his anthracite in three-ton lots. Several more of the boys have got something in their heads along this line. George Scannell has been talking queer of late, and has made some funny remarks about "doing better at Kobacker's." It's orange blossoms for him about the time the sun shines straight up.

Work in the job offices has not been as brisk this year as it should be at this season. Many of the offices are running with short help and on a short (1906) hour basis.

If there is any one in Toledo for whom things have been coming his way with a regularity that must be a source of gratification, that fellow is Jimmy Egan. At the late election of officers of No. 63 he was made business agent, after one of the most spirited elections ever held locally. Jim was the instigator of this office, serving as business agent for two years, resigning same when he left the city some years ago. Following close on the heels of this honor he was elected president of the central labor union, after another hot contest. It has been some years since a printer has filled the chair of the central labor union, and the honor and dignity of the position is a much sought prize in local labor circles. No. 63 is to be congratulated, the central labor union is to be congratulated, Jimmy Egan is to be congratulated. While "Shorty" is a lightweight in size, he carries the head of a heavyweight. Jim is now employed at

the Legal News, resigning his position as manipulator of the "humpback" rule and wearer of the leather apron on the News-Bee, giving as his reasons therefor that newspaper life was to droll for him.

By the way, what has become of the local eighthour committee? Come, fellows, it's time to be up and doing. January 1, 1906, is just around the corner. Get busy! Don't wait for the "big stick." A story is being told of the disappointment of one of the members of the local Times bowling team at the recent tournament of the A. B. C., held at Milwaukee. He had bowled fairly well in the several games, showing good form, especially in the five-men team match. However, he apparently was husbanding his strength for the "individual," to be rolled later. In this game every ball he rolled down the alley went straight to the mark. Eight straight strikes he had. He appeared cool and collected when he picked up his lignum vitæ for the ninth time. Would he make it? He "slammed" the ball in from the "New York" side. Biff! There was a crash-and-when he woke up he was informed by the bell boy that two slats were broken and that he would have to be moved to room 306.

What has become of Brother Loftus? I hope that solar plexus landed on him by Comrade McNabb has not put him out of business. His effusions on the economic problem lent a zest to the greatest question ever brought to the notice of the working class. Cheer up, Loftus! Go to it.

Since the advent of the improved double-deckers in adrooms throughout the country, and the attendant displacement of the hand man has become more and more intensified, situations are being weeded out one by one. A question which confronts the ad alley sub is, What is to become of these admen so displaced? Some years ago the International Typographical Union put a quietus on the "opswifts" and bonus hunters, and established a minimum deadline of competency. It now looks as if some legislation would be in order to curb adroom rushers with a maximum "deadline" of inches and thus enjoy some of the "advantages" of the labor-saving. (?) double-decker. Here's a tip to some fellow who has the "on-To-ronto" bee buzzing. Even if you do not agree with above plan, let me know what you think of it, or, better still, offer something tangible for the relief of these admen so displaced.

With the monthly magazines teeming with articles on "Frenzied" this and "Frenzied" that, it looks as if there was some truth in the adage of when "thieves fall out," etc. However, most of the points brought out contain nothing but what has been covered years ago by the labor press. I presume that ten or fifteen years hence we will be favored with some facts concerning "Frenzied telegraphing" and "Frenzied Associated Press franchises."

From the amount of ink spilled and the columns of space occupied, it would appear that socialism was the only question that had a steady "sit" these days. Many "subs" in their time, such as "tariff," "free trade," "government ownership," "single

tax" and "municipal reform in the regulation of slot machines," "independents," etc., acknowledg ing their incompetency, have "jumped," while socialism, like a certain candy cathartic, works while you sleep. Those who are not talking it are op posing it. Where do you stand?

The Socialist, the defunct cartoon weekly of Seattle, Wash., will be revived in Toledo. Dr. Titus, former editor, will be the guiding spirit. William Mailly, who up to a few weeks ago was national secretary of the socialist party, will also be interested in the venture.

January 1, 1906-"I've worked eight hours this day-"

Good morning; have you had your litigation yet? No? Vot!

Considerable misfortune in the shape of sickness and accidents has invaded our ranks this winter, but our membership, true to the cause of fealty, have responded to and cheerfully taken care of all cases coming within their charge. BUCK.

MEMPHIS, TENN.

John Paul ("Play Fair") paid me a visit a short time ago, and we had a lengthy discussion upon the relative merits of the piece and time systems. John's north western trip has evidently spoiled him, for he is in favor of the time system now. I have seen John keep the elevator going all night and paste up his little $7 in seven hours. Why he is now in favor of the time system I do not understand. I asked him about the clock-turning time towns, and he got stuck. The only difference in the time and piece scales is this: In a piece town you have time to roll a cigarette and get a drink of water. In a time town you need roller skates. Some nights I set 40,000 and some nights 50,000, and the foreman does not call me down, either. Isn't that worth something?

Would like to acknowledge the receipt of an invitation from W. C. Caraway to the "Annual Ben Franklin celebration, given by Atlanta Typograph ical Union No. 48, Tuesday evening, January 17." Am sorry, brother, I could not attend, but I was there in spirit. That night I had restless dreams, and the following night I could not sleep at all. In this connection, although somewhat late, I would also like to acknowledge receipt of New Year's greetings from Frank Fenn, of St. Louis; William Hedger, of Chicago; Guy Conkey, of Syracuse, N. Y., and a very unique greeting, in the shape of a traveling card, sealed and signed, from Mr. Swart, of Saginaw, Mich. Will have the latter framed. Several others are also remembered.

"Arioso," maybe, would like to become a member of the correspondents' association, but as for the other St. Louis organization-the Zing-Zingshe strenuously draws the line. The official stenographer need send me no literature, as it will be thrown into the waste basket.

G. M. McCormick, formerly telegraph editor on the Commercial Appeal, is now its managing editor. George is a member in good standing of No. 11, and the boys have warmly congratulated him on his advancement, which is but another evidence that the printer is the most successful newspaper

man, no matter in which department he is placed. The gentleman whom he succeeds, W. D. Robinson, is also a member in good standing, and has returned to his former post as telegraph editor of the New Orleans Picayune.

The Commercial Appeal building is being propped up by several new wooden pillars being placed in the composing room, and the water tank is being changed to a new location. The committee appointed by the union has not yet been discharged.

W. Nelville Page, a member of No. 11, was recently elected mayor of Lenox, the bon-ton suburb of Memphis. There is a prospect of Lenox being annexed to Memphis. In that event Mr. Page will be elected to serve as alderman.

The noon edition of the News-Scimitar has been discontinued and it is now putting out but two editions daily. ARIOSO.

NOTES FROM THE HOME.

Some of our residents evidently aspire to literary fame. Manuscripts on subjects pertaining to science, philosophy, sociology, biography, Christian science, and even astrology, are among the essays. Several of them, if printed, might be profitable and interesting reading. But in literature, as well as in other things,

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. "Deacon's All-Star Minstrels" were the attraction at the third of the series of winter entertainments at the Home, on the evening of January 25. The bore the sensational title, "Teneprogram brosity Tenaciously Tackled by the Home's Own Troupe of Titillating Titans." There were twenty performers, Charley Carter and L. T. Whitson being the most brilliant of the constellation, although some of the lesser stars "twinkled" merrily. Charles O. Hull, of "Big Six," was interlocutor.

The news of the death of John Sexton was received here with deep regret. Mr. Sexton was a resident of the Home from January 5, 1901, until April 18, 1904, when he vacated and returned to Indianapolis, where he died January 12, 1905, at the age of sixty-six years. He was highly esteemed by all our residents.

George S. Weaver, admitted a few months ago from New York No. 6, submitted to a delicate operation on December 11, which was successfully performed at St. Francis hospital by Dr. Christopher (the Home physician) and Dr. Hutchings. Mr. Weaver is known as the "printer preacher," being an exhorter in the Baptist denomination. He is now convalescing. By the way, we have a "printer lawyer" also at the Home.

Edward Lukowsky and Jackson LeRoy, the former admitted from Cincinnati No. 3 last October, and the latter from "Big Six" in September, vacated December 14, returning to their respective home cities. Edward was much improved in health, but the venerable Jackson found the Colorado altitude rather oppressive.

It becoming necessary to extend our burial grounds, application was recently made by the Home trustees to the Colorado Springs board of aldermen for the purchase of an additional tract

containing one hundred lots in Evergreen cemetery. After some discussion, in which Resident Trustee McCaffery was invited to take part, the tract was sold to our management for $1,000, the original price being $2,250. Only two aldermen voted against the concession.

Handsome aluminum electric light shades have been placed on all the burners in the main building.

C. H. Mitchell, of No. 8, and R. T. Combe, of No. 40, were among our recent visitors.

John C. Ivers, of No. 80, and H. W. Dewitt and B. F. Thompson, of No. 16, are among those recently admitted to the Home.

Charles W. Bissell, who vacated the Home in April, 1903, has become hopelessly insane, and was recently transferred to the Ohio state hospital from Toledo. He is well known to the craft throughout the country.

Proctor Deacon, the son of the superintendent, takes a prominent part in nearly all of our stage entertainments, and displays unusual talent for a boy of only eight years. The little fellow received frequent encores at our January exhibition.

The man who is constantly looking for "errors" in other people might profitably "revise" his own "makeup" for "defectives" and "wrong fonts."

Fire-alarm boxes have been installed in all the Home buildings.

On the night of February 11, when the mercury registered 'way below zero, W. J. Johnston, an old resident of the Home from Wheeling, W. Va., was discovered by the motorman of a passing street car, lying by the roadside unconscious. He was conveyed to the hospital annex, where Dr. Christopher, after about two hours' hard work, succeeded in restoring him to consciousness. His hands and feet were badly frozen, and it was feared amputation would be necessary, but at present writing he has a fair chance of recovering the use of his limbs. It was a close call. Mr. Johnston attempted to walk from the Prospect Lake trolley line to the home, about half a mile distant, but the extreme cold proved too much for him in his enfeebled condition. U. R. STRULY.

TROY, N. Y.

The largest attended meeting held for a year was that of January. The election of officers developed into a spirited affair, but the regular ticket won out. Treasurer Henry Coffeen begins his nineteenth term as treasurer. He was also one of the charter members of No. 52. But one other member, O. B. Smith, remains of the original signers of that document. Several amendments to the constitution were adopted at this meeting. One in particular, the apprentice question, called a few of the "spouters" to the floor. The amendment allows one apprentice to every four machines, two to ten, three to twenty, and not more than three in any office. A new scale for the book and job offices was adopted, to take effect May 1, 1905, and the eight-hour day was also covered and provided for. We expect no serious opposition in putting it into effect. SLUG SIX.

RICHMOND, VA.

The accompanying halftone is the likeness of No. 90's new president, Andrew Bunyan Evans, who succeeds Walter B. Freeman, resigned. He is comparatively a young man. He was born in Charles City county, Va., in 1877, his father, Rev. Samuel H. Evans, being a Baptist minister. He came to Richmond when but ten years of age, and began his apprenticeship on the Richmond Star, a co-operative paper, the outgrowth of the strike in 1893. Mr. Evans has worked in nearly every office in the city, and is now operating a Mergenthaler at the Linotype Machine Company's office. He has served upon some of the most important com

ANDREW BUNYAN EVANS.

mittees for No. 90, and was its representative at the forty-ninth convention of the International Typographical Union. There is no doubt of his be ing the right man in the right place. He is young and active, and combined with these qualifications, has the ability, good judgment, and above all a devotion for union principles; at the same time a calm, conservative, and impartial manner in presiding at the meetings and in dealing with any question that occurs between employer and employe. No. 90 should congratulate herself upon being so fortunate in securing such an efficient officer.

At a special meeting called for Sunday, January 8, a new scale for linotypes was adopted, to take effect July 1. No. 90 really has had no legal scale for operators, and while they have been paid $18 and upward, it was not so fixed by the union. There have been attempts to put operators on by

the piece on 11-point slugs at the minimum scale, and the object of the new scale is to check this proposition.

We have also made a change in our death benefit fund. Besides what a member is entitled to from the International Typographical Union, No. 90 pays over to beneficiaries the sum of $60; if he shall have been a member in good standing for five consecutive years, $75; and ten years, $100. We think it is a good idea, and it will stimulate the membership to remain in good standing. Old No. 90 is made of good stuff, but its members lack enthusiasm. The membership is now about 150, and hardly an average of fifteen attends the meetings. As for a morning newspaper hand attending, why, it's a curiosity. You never see one nowadays. Such a thing as putting a sub on to attend a meeting, as in the good old days, is something unheard of. We have only two papers (morning and evening) in the city now, and neither one of them supports one sub. Just think of it! They never "go off," only upon the death of a member of the family, or upon some "special occasion." The work ef the union devolves upon the few "faithful."

We have now on the roll several female members, and it is quite a novelty to have these ladics attend our meetings. They not only attend, but you can hear their yeas and nays on every question that is put.

The days seem to have passed away entirely for the roadster to wend his way to Old Virginia. Once in a while an old familiar drops in upon us, but very seldom. It is also sad to relate that the "oldtime prints" are passing away. There are few of them left. Jim Via is still on the turf. Joe Powers is still holding up his end. Jack Brooks is at Murphy's-(not Murphy's hotel). Dud Bernard, "one of the old boys," is still on earth, and we hope will remain on it for years, and "Sandy" Richardson is hale and hearty as ever; but I can never think of the above aggregation of anti-linotypists that Davie Hardwicke does not come into my mind. He was one of the swifts in his time. He could set as much type as "you needed, and in the time you wanted it." That's what his record was. John Fergusson, once his employer, told me that he was the fastest man he ever saw, and when I asked him how much he could set he made the above-quoted reply. Davie finally gave up setting type, and went to mending clocks. My clock had been on the sick list for some time, so I called Davie in and he diagnosed its disease, took it to his clock hospital, gave it several doses, and sent it home in a convalescent condition; but the timepiece got worse-and then-died-suddenly. Davie was also good at story telling and repartee. I remember years ago, when he was working at Johns and Goolsby's upon the Richmond directory, we ran short of every capital letter in the alphabet, and when we demanded sorts the foreman would hand us the stereotyped chestnut, "Turn for 'em." But after a while the contractors for the directory got in a hurry and wanted the printers to get busy. The firm sent the "devil" out after three or four hands. He came back very soon and yelled out that he could not find any. Everybody was mad.

Davie got up and looked over his case, and loudly yelled, "Turn for 'em." Well, that gave me a smile that never wore off, and I have never ceased to love Davie.

Work has been very good in Richmond ever since last July. In fact, several firms have advertised for hands repeatedly, and were unable to obtain them. Let's hope that it will continue so. NONPAREIL.

MUNCIE, IND.

The Muncie Morning Star, "one of the three varieties," the other two being at Indianapolis and Terre Haute, is up to date in the matter of news, and certainly is one of the best looking papers published in a city of 35,000 population. Of course, the Star League system of news service helps make it what it is, but aside from that it might hold its own with the best of them, being the first of the three Stars launched. It prints from ten to sixteen pages daily, and thirty-two pages, with colored supplement, on Sunday, and runs a day as well as night shift on the six linotypes. George A. McGrane, for years on the Toledo Bee, is foreman of the composing room. Altogether it is a happy family that makes up the printer clientele of this hustling gas belt publication.

Jim Dougherty, of the Star machine force, received a copy of the Passaic (N. J.) Evening News, and upon scanning its pages found the fol lowing item: "Samuel J. Montgomery, a linotype operator on the Daily News, and Miss Grace Oaks, of Carlstadt, will be married at 8 o'clock this evening at the home of Gustave Saunders, 128 Jetiff avenue, Newark. After a wedding journey Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery will take up their resi dence in Wellington, where a cosy home awaits them." Few men that have worked at the printing business in the last twenty years are better known than Sam Montgomery, or better liked, either. And his friends will wish him and his nothing but happiness as they journey the matrimonial highway. And another well-known printer of the "good old Missouri river days" is the one at whose home the marriage ceremony took place, Gus Saunders. He has been employed in the composing room of the Newark Daily Advertiser a number of years.

The death of George Hinkle, in Philadelphia, noted in the January JOURNAL, brings to mind an incident that happened in Sioux City years ago. George was a compositor on the Morning Journal, as was John C. Thomas, the latter now in charge of the "fudge" (red-line print) department of the New York Evening Journal. John is a Kentuckian, and had and has a reputation of being capable, should occasion arise, of as picturesque invective in the way of personal excoriation and general allround "ripping up the back" of any one this side Ujiji. Hinkle had been engaged in a quiet game of "draw" with brother printers, one of whom was generally disliked by the fellows and who was caught red-handed in the act of cheating. George was honorable in everything, and the horror of a man "going south" with cards in a game with

friends was to him the acme of rascality. He got out of the game, and at once scouted for John Thomas, he being the only man in Sioux City, thought George, who could do justice to the occasion, knowing as he did that the printer-sharper in question was persona non grata with Thomas. Finding him, George began with: "John, what do you think of ?" This was sufficient to start the son of the grand old commonwealth soaring away in a volley of meteoric and pyrotechnic expletives, but George halted him at the first fullpoint with: "Hold on, John; don't let off all the fireworks till you've heard what he's done!" The card-swindling incident explained, it is said to have been the first and only time that John Thomas was at a loss to find words to express his contempt and disgust. It was too much! And George often told with quiet gusto about how he "stopped" John Thomas giving vent to his feelings.

Incidentally I might mention that when I called on John Thomas in New York, one day late last fall, he exhibited, with pardonable pride, a most magnificent gold watch that had been presented to him by the members of the Masonic loage of which he is master-Joppa No. 201, of Brooklyn. His monogram, cut from solid gold, is in relief on one side of the case, while on the other is the square and compass with the mystic "G," symbolic of the Masonic order, studded with diamonds and most beautifully chased and embellished. All who know John will feel much satisfaction that he has been so signally honored. Charlie Baim, of Chicago long ago, but for many years in New York, is John's side partner in looking after the typographical end of the Evening Journal's red-line reading matter.

I have received several copies of the Pittsburg Bowler, of which Andy Brophy, copy cutter of the Dispatch, is editor. It's a model little sheet, typographically and otherwise, devoted to bowling af fairs in Pittsburg generally and to the Dispatch Duck-Pin League principally, in which there are four teams, the "Agates," "Nonpareils," "Minions" and "Breviers." A fine half-tone portrait of some member of the league adorns the first page each week. Don't know the derivation of the words "Duck-Pin," the name of the league, but they sound mighty familiar, in that the lamented Roger Hogan used to say that when the Dispatch "gang" had nothing else to do they stood about Diamond alley on one "pin," like a duck, waiting for something to turn up. Anyhow, from reading the gossipy contents of the Bowler it's easy to see that the participants are having grand sport this winter at the good old game.

Who in the world dropped in on us one day late in January but Walter P. Murray! I had not seen the redoubtable Walter P. since the days of old in the west, when he had hitched to himself the homely cognomen of "Pieface," by which sobriquet he will be more readily recognized by the oldtimers than by the more staid and euphonious appellation of Walter P. And what a fund of anecdote and reminiscence of old times, and new times, too, was recalled during the brief period that he lingered in the Magic City. Some one out west used