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ent with the hoisting engineers, but I think it will all be settled up alright.

Brother Philson twisted his ankle in the morning ball game and he had to retire, but he is all right again at this writing. Brother Earl Spore was playing in the indoor ball game at the picnic and the ball went between his legs and way out in the outfield, and he said it was the first time he ever knew he was bowlegged. Brother Bert Barnes has not forgotten how to play ball, as he certainly enjoyed it and was all over the field.

Brother John Bishop, our business agent, umpired in one ball game, and Brother George Waters in the other one, and they both did well.

I never mentioned where our Labor Temple is located. It is on East Eighteenth street, between Prospect and Central avenue.

Respectfully yours,

Local No. 17.

FRED C. HEILMAN.

SEATTLE, WASH.

To the Editor:

Just thought I would drop a line to you and let you and the other brothers know that Local No. 19 gave its third annual picnic, and it was some picnic, too, and you also want to leave it to Brothers Parks, Simpson, Thurman and Pollock how to run a picnic-they got over sixty prizes.

Yes, and Brother McLeod was also there, he only stands about four feet two, but everybody knew he was there. Even though he is small, he is one of the big ones. He was as busy as a ticket seller at Barnum's Circus, getting the names of winners of the prizes in the races; but when it came to the ball game Brother McLeod got cold feet. Brother Bill Cox was also busy getting the names of winners, and I bet he lost ten or twenty pounds of weight doing it, but he had to have help at that. He had three or four pretty young girls helping him, and Bill is a big, fine-looking fellow, so he had better look out as this is Leap Year.

In the high jump, when Brother Parks went to jump, everybody yelled

high like a house, that got Brother Parks nervous and he thought he was to jump clean over the top of the L. C. Smith Building, and he fell, only jumping two feet. Some jump for him at that.

Smiling Brother Hutton, our worthy president, was also there, but not alone. He also had a string of girls after him, and he's another who had better watch out. Don't be surprised if you hear of five or six elevator constructors getting tied up this fall, and you can bet the girls had their eyes open Sunday.

Brother Jorgeson was signed up to play with the New York Giants next spring. He pulled off the hook slide in the bare-foot race to perfection, and one of McGraw's scouts happened to see it and signed him. But Brother Simpson pulled off the best one. He was on the picnic committee, and in making out the program of the race he fixed it so that in the fat man's race first prize would be a pair of trousers, and he won the race. He had to, because he needed the trousers. In the baseball game the helpers had a walkaway with the mechanics. I think the score was about 20 to 1, so the helpers keep the Otis Cup for good, having won it three times in succession.

Nearly all the helpers signed up to play with some big league team, and they are thinking of touring the country and playing the other elevator constructors' baseball teams, and if they do, watch out for them. Everybody had a good time and enjoyed themselves, but we had one bad accident. Brother Cox's sister, a Mrs. Huber, broke her arm in the fat lady's race, and Brother Stevenson took her into Renton in his auto and had it set, and she came back with him and she said she was having too good a time to let a broken arm spoil her enjoyment.

It looks as though all the brothers are getting autos. There were quite a few out Sunday. Well, I guess this is enough of this stuff. Below is a list of the winners:

Married Ladies' Race, 40 yards-1,

Mrs. Perry Dashanow; 2, Mrs. W. S. Hoyt.

Elevator Mechanics-1, Perry Dashanow; 2, Chas. Stevens.

Married Ladies' Race, 40 yards, open for all-1, Mrs. Doug. Kapphahn; 2, Mrs. W. S. Hoyt.

Elevator Helpers, 50 yards-1, Alex Jorgensen; 2, A. C. Vincent; 3, Jim Dinwiddie.

Girls' Race, 14 to 16, 40 yards-1, Naomi Potter; 2, Edith Huber.

Elevator Constructors Friends, 50 yards-1, Robt. Carter; 2, Frank Riley.

Ladies' Throwing Contest-1, Mrs. Doug. Kapphahn; 2, Mrs. Arnstott.

Fat Man's Race, 50 yards-1, F. S. Simpson; 2, Dr. Ruckman.

Ladies, 16 to 18, 40 yards-1, Naomi Potter; 2, Jennie Blackwell.

Boys, 7 to 12, 40 yards-1, Vince McCloskey; 2, Clarence Campbell.

Fat Ladies' Race, 40 yards-1, Mrs. Tunsteard; 2, Mrs. Batteatte.

Girls' Race, 10 to 12-1, Violet Clements; 2, Evelyn Thurman.

Men's Shoe Race-1, W. S. Hoyt; 2, Jim Dinwiddie.

Boys' Race, 8 to 10, 40 yards-1, Alex Parks; 2, Leonard Tunstad.

Boys, 1 to 7, 25 yards-1, Dargl Hoyt; 2, Bob Parks; 3, Perry Dash

anow.

Boys' Race, 10 to 12, 40 yards-1, Vince McCloskey; 2, Alex Parks.

Girls' 3-Legged Race, 25 yards-Elsie Campbell, Esther Campbell.

Potato Race for Ladies-1, Mrs. Onstatt; 2, Mrs. Dashanow.

Potato Race for Men-1, Ed Thurman; 2, Robt. Carter.

Girls' Race, 10 to 14 years, 40 yards -1, Helen O'Reilly; 2, Cecila Widdell. Girls' Race, 7 to 12, 40 yards-1, Violet Clements; 2, Evelyn Thurman; 3, Ethel Huber.

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Standing High Jump-1, Roy Todd, 4 feet; 2, M. L. Rolly, 3 feet 11 inches; 3, G. C. Grimes, 3 feet 6 inches.

This all took place at Renton City Park, Sunday, August 6.

All of the boys are working. A few of them are out of town. Brother Applegate is in North Yokina, and Brother Peterson and myself are over at Tacoma.

Even though I was out of town I saw the picnic and the auto races of Tacoma on the fifth. Some race, 300 miles, and was won by Rickenbacker. De Palma finished fourth. He was the favorite, too.

I suppose some of the other locals will have a write up in the Journal about their picnic, and I hope they had or will have as good a time as we did.

I guess this is enough for this time, so I will close, wishing the rest of the brothers the best of luck and hoping they have enough work to keep them busy.

Local No. 19.

E. JOHNSON.

INDIANAPOLIS, IND.

To the Editor:

Well, it has been some time since anything has been heard from Local 34, so I will try and let the brothers hear from us. At this time everyone is working and prospects for a good winter ahead, as building is going along fine. Our Home Elevator Company is rushing business with five or six nice contracts ahead, which will give our boys work for this winter.

Brothers Priller, Parks, Miller and George are at present working for the American Machine and Elevator Company, of Louisville, Ky., who have two machines going in the fourteen-story building at Market and Dell streets.

Brothers Large and McAlpine are still with the Able Elevator Company. Brother Ganvrin is going to Marion for Otis, while the rest of the boys are busy here.

Oh, yes, congratulations are in order for our brother, Knohl, who was married last Thursday and is off on the

wedding trip. The brother was asking what the penalty was for not parading and, when told, said that is easy. So thanks, brother, the treasury will be a little better off.

Our vice-president is leaving this evening with Brother Shipman for the Blue Grass State on a pleasure trip, so they say. However, things look a little suspicious, taking a witness along to your old home town. So look out, girls, Austin is on the war path.

Well, some of our brothers have been having hard luck. Brothers Poiser and Calvert, who I suppose everyone knows, got badly hurt some time ago, but were out to-day shining in our line of the Labor Day parade, and, say, Local 34 feels quite proud to-day with Brother Large, our business agent, as commander of the second division.

However, No. 34 gives an account of herself at all times, as the spirit is there for the right.

Now a word about our National Convention. We are sending a delegate and we think every local should do the same, as that is the place to be represented; but, of course, small locals like ours have to hustle to send them.

Well, the undersigned will close this bunch of foolishness and, if the editor don't throw it in the waste basket, why more later.

Yours fraternally,
Local No. 34.

PHILIP KILEY.

COLUMBUS, OHIO.

To the Editor:

With pen in hand I will again try to convince you that Columbus is still quite a lively town. We now claim a population of something over two hundred and forty-seven thousand, and the best thing is this, she is going to grow some more right along. We have many and varied industries; in fact, most anything one needs ordinarily can be found here. For an inland city Columbus is second to none for her size. She is well named, for, like her namesake, she is always trying to discover new industry and persuade the

promoters to locate within or near her borders. She is not a Pittsburgh, a Philadelphia nor a New York, but she has the bit in her mouth, so to speak, and is going a good clip. I am proud of her, and most all of our citizens are the same. Of course, there are always knockers and fault finders, but that class looks for nothing else, for they are confirmed pessimists and would kick if they were going to be hung. A boost goes a good ways towards the end attained to, so if we cannot be boosters for the sake of the cause, suppose we then keep mum and not growl and pull down on our heads what others have built up.

Well, Mr. Editor, elevator work is fairly brisk at this time. There is enough work to keep our local boys at work most of the time. We are sometimes idle for a few days, but there is always something soon to be ready, so I believe we are as fortunate here as most of the locals elsewhere are.

Local 37 expects to have a delegate to the Washington Convention. Our delegate elect is Brother H. F. Taylor. He will be very likely to come to you with a slight hitch in his right foot. The hitch was caused by a twoby-ten falling several floors endways and striking him on the great toe, and a few of them not so great, but don't think for a minute that the hitch runs from the toes up to that organ of which James, the writer, tells us is a little thing, but no man can tame this brother who knows how to use his tongue and usually has the rudder thrown in the right direction to guide old No. 37 aright. Any courtesy you extend to him will be appreciated by If he cannot be there because of his condition, we have an alternate in the person of our efficient business agent, Brother George Hedrick. He also has qualifications that will cause you to extend any help he may need.

us.

Well, I must tell you of our Labor Day doings and then close, for I suppose the Journal will be so full of good things from the convention that my little mite will be sidetracked.

We had a fine parade. Several organizations we had expected did not turn out, but we made up in behavior what we lacked in numbers. It was the most orderly parade I have ever had the pleasure to march in with organized labor. It moved like clockwork. After parading from Main to Chestnut, on High street, we countermarched to Livingston avenue, and there took cars for the driving park, where the Federation of Labor Committee had a program that kept us busy watching, such as horse racing, man racing, women and boys and girls racing, slow mule race (very comical), greased pole, boxing, etc., also fireworks in the evening. Oh, yes, some of them went off early in the day. They were charged with hops, rye and corn. Not a very beautiful display, but, so far as I know, they did not injure anyone else. I am not speaking of any of our bunch, it was someone else. I only found a few of our boys on the grounds. Most of them are great fellows for home, and when the opportunity comes they love to spend the time with their wives and children. I was told that one of our very prominent members was trying to beat a keno game. I don't know how he came out, but not wishing him any bad luck, I hope he got beat.

The boys are all happy, Mr. Editor, and I hope you and all other brothers of all locals are the same. I will some time tell you all about the boys here, but I will have to be careful, because their wives read the Journal, too, see. Fraternally,

Local No. 37.

J. D. BOYLE.

EATING HIS COUNTRY. Officer-What's the matter with the soup you're turning up your nose at? Private-It's full of sand and grit,

sir.

Officer-Now, look here, my man, did you come to camp to grumble or to serve your country?

Private-Well, I came to serve my country, sir; but not to eat it.-Boston Transcript.

A WOMAN'S HEART. A woman's heart is a savings bank Where the love you deposit lies, Gathering interest day by day

From the sunshine of the skies. There isn't a safer place, my lad, To bury the treasure you'd keep Than down in its beautiful vaults of dream

Where the tenderest blossoms sleep. A woman's heart is the place to hide Whatever you'd treasure best;

For she'll give it back as the years go by

In a love that's more than rest.

A woman's heart is a storage vault, Where nothing breaks in to steal, Except the honor you fail to pay

And the love you forgot to feel. A love you have placed there once remains,

And you may forget, but she Will give it back, if you want it so,

And smile as she hands the key. Smile, but never forget, my lad,

That a smile is the saddest thing When it's over the ashes of something dead

And the heart is a broken wing!

A woman's heart is a fortress strong, Where your foes may never come, With prancing steeds and gleaming sword

And the rat-tat of the drum. For that which you treasure she will defend,

And loud as the guns may roll, She'll stand in the breech to the very end

And then she will fight with her soul.

A woman's heart-I would rather trust my all unto that, I know, For love in the keeping of such a place

Will grow as the blossoms grow.

SUBTLE ANTI ARGUMENT.

"So you want your wife to vote?" "Assuredly. Only I hope she won't insist on the masculine custom of betting a hat on the election."

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President-Joseph F. Murphy, 312 Willoughby Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y. Phone, Prospect 820.

First Vice-President-J. C. MacDonald,
386 Harrison Ave., Boston, Mass.
Second Vice-President-A. Eagan, 156
E. 54th St., New York, N. Y.
Third Vice-President-W. Snow, 1934
Warren Ave., Chicago, Ill.
Fourth Vice-President,-F. Cobey, 205
E. Market St., Akron, Ohio.
Fifth Vice-President-F. W. Doyle, 6556
Scanlan Ave., St. Louis, Mo.
Sixth Vice-President-P.

E. Cryder,

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Business Agents-E. Smith, Chas. Tiernan. Office at Breevoort Hall, 156 E. 54th St. Phone, 4448 Plaza.

Local No. 2, Chicago, Ill. Meets first and third Mondays in month at Colonial Hall, 20 W. Randolph St. President John Fitzpatrick, 3619 Filmore St.

Vice-President-C. Wiltgren.

Recording Secretary-William Pease, 2721 Ogden Ave.

Financial Secretary-J. Dorack, 1230 S. Avers Ave.

Treasurer-D. F. McDonald, 711 Kilbourne Ave.

Business Agent-W. Snow, Room 606, 184 W. Washington St. Phone, Main 5354.

Local No. 3, St. Louis, Mo. Meets first

and third Thursdays in month at Unity Hall, 2651 and 2653 Locust St. President-O. P. Kline, 447 Eichelberger Ave.

Vice-President-Chas. Hynek, 3440 S. Jefferson Ave.

Recording Secretary-Edw. H. Thomson, 1435A Hamilton Ave.

Financial Secretary-C. M. Wilson, 4064 McPherson Ave.

Treasurer-F. H. Burmester, 1902
Obear Ave.

Business Agent-Jos. M. McIntire, 2617
St. Vincent Ave.
Correspondent to Journal-C. L. Low,
6957 Tyler Ave.

Local No. 4, Boston, Mass. Meets second and fourth Thursdays in month at 386 Harrison Ave. President-Frank Dutton,6 Wainwright St., Dorchester, Mass. Vice-President-W. Roy Tinpenny, 19 Mansfield St., Everett.

Recording Secretary-C. Gerard Collins, 19 Ramsey St., Dorchester. Financial Secretary-William Roxborough, 20 Crocker St., Somerville.

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