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| Judge Rowland Davis. |
The Cortland Democrat, Friday, May 31, 1901.
OUR LADY REPORTER.
A Mixture of News and Essays for This Issue of the Democrat.
As Cy Townsend remarks when the wheel of fortune turns against him on the diamond, "I am playing in hard luck." For some reason the editor of the Democrat either thinks my effusions are the least interesting of any portion of his newspaper, or he is laboring under the delusion that "no appear, no pay.'' The first idea is exploded by the statement of a kind old lady over in the east side, who says that my writings are very soothing, and that she can go to sleep by the time she has read a dozen lines. The second illusion is dispelled by the opinion of my attorney, City Judge Davis, who quotes the law as follows: "Copy furnished, full pay whether used or not." It is certainly annoying when I devote hours to "wasting midnight oil" in an effort to indict something that will please the readers of the Democrat, to have the copy thrust into the waste basket to make room for other matter. Even the gifted correspondents of the Democrat are becoming indignant at the shortsightedness of the editor.
Speaking of correspondents leads me to remark that a libel suit is liable to be brought against the young man who dates his correspondence at Groton City, the specific charge being that I, the lady reporter, am sailing under false colors, or in other words, that I am a man. I sincerely thank the South Cortland scribe for defending me from the base insinuation, and in this connection I wish to express my great pleasure for the very touching appeal in my behalf which appeared in the Scott correspondence last week. I understand the editor has a high regard for the correspondent at Scott, and perhaps I may be permitted to attend that picnic after all.
Why doesn't somebody confer the L. L. D. degree on the Home Telephone? Why? Because L. L. D. is local and long distance. See? The attention of Manager Jones is respectfully called to the above with the hope that an invitation to the Palace of Sweets may follow.
I understand that a gentleman by the name of Davis is the editor of the Tully Times. If the following clipping from that paper correctly represents his views, I hope he is not a brother of the local editor of the Democrat: "It seems a little tough to rear and educate a nice girl and when she looks her sweetest and is a daily comfort to her parents have some fellow come along who has not a cent invested in her and carry her off 300 or 400 miles to keep house for him. While this seems tough, we are informed it would be tougher yet if the fellow failed to come. Perhaps that's so. But what is the worst of all is to be forced to board the fellow after he has married the nice girl."
A discussion is going on through the newspapers as to whether it is proper for gentlemen to part their hair in the middle. I am inclined to take up the cudgel in behalf of those who favor this style. Does not the natural disposition of the features part the faces in the middle? If an even and symmetrical arrangement is contrary to the order of nature, then why is not the head a top of one shoulder, the chin nearer one ear than the other, the nose on one check instead of between the cheeks, the mouth lopsided, the eyebrows irregularly placed, and the forehead drawn to one side? If nature's own arrangement is natural, then why should man violate it and throw the balance and proportion and harmony out by parting his hair on one side? The custom originated, I am told, with an English fop who, having no hair to part in the middle, parted what he had down over one ear so that he might train a long name over his bald spot and plaster it down on the other side. (There, the young men of Cortland ought to remember me with gratitude for championing what I know to be their fad.)
I notice that the dandelion is becoming quite fashionable as a buttonhole bouquet with the gentlemen of Cortland. It certainly has an element of economy which is commendable, even though it signifies "I am married or about to be."
While promenading about the city last Sunday I witnessed a scene that led me to think that missionary work could be done to good advantage right here in Cortland. Just before the hour of Sunday school, five or six well-dressed lads, evidently waiting for a call to school were engaged in pitching pennies by the side of the church with a zeal that would have been commendable in a more worthy calling. One of the boys seemed to be having great luck, but whether his winnings were all deposited later in the contribution box is a question.
I much doubt if the W. C. T. U. of Cortland will ever become rich by furnishing such a menu for ten cents, as the ladies' gave last Friday afternoon. The supper was worth a quarter.
A man (I will not say gentleman) was walking in front of the Cortland House Saturday afternoon last when his attention was called to something behind him. He kept on at a pretty good gait with his face turned to the rear, when whack! went his head against a telephone pole. The profanity that followed was unadulterated.
Umbrella thieves operated about town Monday afternoon during the rain; no less than three cases coming to my knowledge. Possibly the work of kleptomaniacs. Oh, yes!
John Hay.
WASHINGTON LETTER.
(From Our Regular Correspondent.)
Washington. May 27.—Having secured the administration favor for the notoriously disreputable Panama canal, the men who are manipulating the scheme to make millions by unloading the Panama canal upon the United States are now working to create public sentiment in favor of the Panama canal and against the Nicaragua canal, and it cannot be denied that they are doing it cleverly. Some high-priced brain work is being put into articles given to the press, under Washington date lines and otherwise, in which advantage is taken to point out everything that can be called an obstacle to the Nicaragua canal, and specious reasons are being given for changes of opinion among senators and representatives who favored that route. And the most is made of the opposition of England and its rights to oppose the construction of the Nicaragua canal, except upon conditions of which it approves. The last reason is also being made use of by the administration in an indirect way. Tips are given by prominent officials to the correspondents of influential Republican papers, hinting at the possibility of political complication with England, making it necessary to abandon the idea of a canal over the Nicaragua route and, of course, those hints are reflected more or less in the matter sent from Washington. As yet, neither the Panama Press agents nor the administration men venture to use names publicly when speaking of senators and representatives who have changed their minds and now favor the purchase and privately the former are not so discreet.
The news of this change in the part of the administration towards the Nicaragua canal has reached Nicaragua, and the Nicaraguan minister to the United States who had gone home on leave of absence, has hurried back to Washington to do what he can for the interest of the government. He has notified the state department that his government and that of Costa Rica, regard the protocol they signed last year with Secretary Hay, as committing the United States to the Nicaragua route, and barring the Panama route from consideration. That position is a strong one, too, but Nicaragua and Costa Rica haven't the pull with this administration that England has, and it may not help them any. If the administration isn't careful, it will make this canal question one of the leading issues of next year's congressional campaign, as there are men in both the senate and house—they are not all Democrats either—who will do some talking that will stir the country during the next session of congress, if the administration uses its influence to prevent Nicaragua canal legislation, as it did at the last session. Then, it succeeded in keeping many quiet by putting up the plea that it would be a violation of International courtesy to stir the matter up while England was considering the Hay-Pauncefote treaty.
There will be no such plea to use next winter. Notwithstanding the failure of the experiment of placing the Federal patronage of the state of South Carolina at the disposal of Sen. McLaurin, with the hope of building up a white administration party in that state, there are reasons for the belief that the experiment is to be extended to other Southern states. In fact, it is known that men who have formerly been active in the Democratic party in several other Southern states, have been sounded to ascertain whether they would be willing to assume the role that McLaurin is playing in South Carolina in their respective states. The responses have not, so far, been satisfactory, but the sounding is still going on, and men will doubtless be found; but outside of administration circles, nobody really expects any serious inroads to blame upon Southern Democracy by these experiments, but they will result in one thing that will be satisfactory to the white people of the South, and that will be the abolition of the "nigger" Federal officials.
Evidently some of the men who have grown rich by putting the screws on the United States government, when they had advance knowledge of the intention of the government to buy something, have been giving the owners of the land in the vicinity of Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, where a naval station of the first class is to be established, some pointers. The naval board which considered the location of the station on Pearl Harbor has been ordered to resume its sittings in Washington to consider a communication from Capt. J. F. Merry, Commander of the Naval Coaling station at Honolulu. Capt. Merry has informed the navy department that the price of land around Pearl Harbor has been raised to such an extent that the $150,000 appropriated by congress, as the limit to be paid for the site, will not buy the land originally chosen, and that some changes will have to be made in the plans.
William McKinley.
PAGE FOUR—EDITORIAL.
A Source of Popularity.
Is it any wonder that McKinley is a popular President?
Congress, at its last session created no less than 3,826 new civil offices with a net increase of the cost of the government of $2,239.075.
But this was not all. A permanent increase of the regular army was voted amounting to no less than 77,194 officers and men, while there was an increase in the navy of 50 officers and 5,000 men.
Since the 1st of January, President McKinley has been able to offer to hundreds of the friends of congressmen and to other beneficiaries life commissions in the army and navy—the most valuable gift that one man can ever give to another.
Prizes of a total annual value of more than five million dollars have been placed in Mr. McKinley's hands to distribute "by favor" during this one year. In fact, the patronage in his gift since 1897 has exceeded that of all the other Presidents since the foundation of the government, if the Civil war period was excluded.
The President who comes after McKinley, be he Republican or Democrat, will have no such wealth of patronage to bestow, and hence his popularity will be much less than that of the gentleman which is in daily danger of being smothered in flowers on the Pacific coast.
Harford, N. Y., Novel Cheese Factory.
Readers, are you fond of Limberger cheese? Or do you prefer the nicely flavored "Munster," "Neufchatel," "Swiss Cream," "Fromage DeBrie" or "Fromage D'isigny?" If you are and do not know where these splendid brands of cheese are made you want to journey over into the Owego Valley until you reach Harford and there you will find the very article you are looking for.
During the past week a Democrat representative visited this now famous cheese factory, made so from the fact that there is not another in the country like it, and was initiated into the mysteries of making the above mentioned cheese, by the genial superintendent, Mr. Frink Pulling. This factory is one of the oldest cheese factories in the country, having been built many years ago by a man named Marsh. At one time it was burned and was afterwards rebuilt by a man named Schermerhorn who sold it to Mr. John Blumers of New York about eighteen years ago, and who has run it ever since.
Mr. Blumers' life is a singular one and shows how easily at times one is led into entirely different channels than they ever anticipated. Mr. Blumers is a machinist by trade. He was born in Germany and after coming to this country he entered the employ of the Singer Sewing machine company at his trade and remained there some time. During a lull in business he was laid off and someone jokingly asked him why he did not pick up a few milk customers and furnish them with milk. He did so and commenced delivering his supply in a pail. This soon grew into a push cart and eventually a horse and wagon were utilized. Other products were added, among them being cheese. His first office was located at 180 Avenue B, New York. Sometime afterwards he rented a cheese factory at Mount Hope, Orange county, making a cheese there until he purchased the Harford cheese factory, the machinery being brought here from Mount Hope factory and put in use here.
On January 1, 1901, three brothers who had been in his employ several years were admitted into partnership with him. To-day a very large five story block located at 580, 537 and 539 East 75th street is the outcome of that little milk pail commencement of several years ago. Mr. Blumers has grown old in the business and has made a name that can never be erased, besides having built up a very lucrative trade as an importer, manufacturer and jobber of butter, cheese, western bolognas and delicatessen. In regard to the business here, about 4,000 pounds of milk are handled daily, the milk being contracted for the year through at the following prices: From May 1 to September 1 70 cents per 100, from September 1 to November 1 $1.00 per 100, from November 1 to March 1 $1.20 per 100 and from March 1 to May 1 95 cents per 100 pounds. They have a patronage of about 200 cows throughout the year. The buttermilk and whey is returned free to patrons. Different days are used in making the different kinds of cheese and besides ''Munster,'' "Limberger," "Neufchatel,'' "Swiss Cream," two French brands, DeBrie and D'isigny cheese, a large amount of unsalted butter is made. Only imported German salt is used in the manufacture. The goods are made and packed here ready for the trade and shipments are made four times a week. Over 20,000 boxes are made here and used annually which shows the amount of business transacted. The "Neufchatel" and ''Swiss Cream" are shipped fresh and are delicious cheeses, but it takes from three to five weeks to cure the others.
Superintendent Pulling has been located here about four years and has charge of the books and general business. Mr. George Clans is a pie baker by trade, having worked for the largest manufacturer in New York for over ten years. Nearly six years ago he came to Harford. He thoroughly understands the art of cheese making as his goods testify to. He has complete charge of the cheese and is assisted by his son George, who went in the factory recently. Another old hand who has been in the business over 25 years is Jacob Karlen. He lived in Russia a number of years and was at one time in business for himself. Everything about the factory is kept clean and tidy, and leaves there in good shape. Plenty of pure spring water runs the year around, leaving a cool atmosphere throughout the building. Even the Limberger, which everyone knows will generally drive a temperance man to drink if he comes in contact with it, is modest and unassuming and unless one indulges in too close familiarity, would be passed by unnoticed by its delicious(?) odor. Some people like it. But then some people will like anything. However, our verdict is that one will journey on far before they will find a factory more wholesome and clean than the Harford Cheese factory.
HERE AND THERE.
The Sylvan Beach trains will soon be running.
And now the grain bier is prophecying a long drouth after the wet season.
DeVoe, the great weather prophet, predicts only ten pleasant days for the month of June.
Cortland might with propriety celebrate July 4 at this, the beginning of the Twentieth century.
A strike in a Syracuse factory has come to a curious settlement, a five year agreement having been signed under which the employes are to have nothing to do with unionism, and the employers, besides abandoning the piecework system, covenant to join no trusts. Here is a happily harmonious arrangement indeed. It will be interesting to see by which side the agreement will be first broken.
Dr. H. D. Hunt, of Preble, is widely known as an expert physician, reasonable in his charges for professional services and extremely kind-hearted. With all these commendable qualities the jolly doctor occasionally meets with things which are provokingly laughable—sometimes uncomfortably so—as will be seen by the following: He recently, so we are informed, sent to the address of one of his patients a bill for professional services and within ten days the following letter, written on the back of his memorandum: "Deer Sur this noat was put in my box by mistake I hain't the man hee's dead and aint any relation of mine any way. I dont see how your conshens will let you dun the dead. Why don’t you live a better criston live and let live and try to meat that man who dide in heaven which is worth moar than forty dollars to enny doctor." The doctor, it is said, is making heroic efforts to follow the advice given.—Tully Times.
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