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WHITE BEAR
White Bear is the name of a
man, a full-blood Quapaw Indian
who is living now. His home is
at Quapaw, Okla., where he is
well and favorably known for
miles farther than his neighbors
can see the smoke from his te
pee. The word tepee is not lit
eral, of course, White Bear has
a comfortable home, children and
grandchildren to brighten his
declining years. He is past 70.
White Bear’s small income
from oil royalties has shrunk
lately to a bare subsistance. He
shared his wealth, when he had
it, freely with people less for
tunate than he, red men and
others. Some grandparents live
in the past, but not White Bear.
He has remained interested in
things, probably because of his
youngest child, an only son.
The boy was a true Quapaw
brave, in fact, a paratrooper.
ONCE TO EVERY MAN
Finally to White Bear’s fire
side came an ominous little yel
low envelope ... a telegram from
the War Department. The son
had liquidated his obligation to
the country that was verily his
own. The tragedy took place in
training maneuvers near Des
Moines, la. White Bear hesitated
no minute after the news came.
Promptly he drew his savings
from the bank, all of them, and
boarded a bus.
At Des Moines a businesslike
officer showed White Bear his
son’s pall. The proud father
was ashamed. The casket seem
ed far too cheap for one so great
and noble as an American para
trooner, a Quapaw full-blood.
Oops... It Slipped!
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Two-year-old Judy Stevenson of j
Chicago isn’t interested just now in i
what the well-dressed woman is '
wearing. She’s concentrating on
the window shade that slipped out
of her chubby grasp . . and just
when she’s trying to do a war job
too! The little Miss decided Uncle
Sam’s messages to draw window
shades halfway during the day and j
[ to the sills at night meant a war i
job just within her rercb TT,,r !
daily window shade duty s tves i
precious fuel . . . and as r - •!> as j
I ten per cent on heating !.<>' ' •
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White Bear spoke hig mind and
the officer told him how much
the government would pay to
ward a more pretentious funeral.
The old tribesman took the sug
tion and accepted the credit.
HONOR TO WHOM HONOR
At home the young brave had
been prominent and popular,
loved and admired by many. He
must now return like a hero.
Handsome things the father de
sired cost $72 more than the
government’s fixed amount.
White Bear paid without pro
test. Then, leaving shipping in
structions with the officer, the
unhappy father disappeared. Out
toward the highway he went
without a dollar to thumb rides
home in time for the funeral.
Forget for a moment those
jaunty horsemen of the planes
whose hatchets retarded the
Gold Rush. Forget also the color
ed tales of modern Osages roll
ing in wealth. Here Is something
more nearly true: Specimen of a
vanishing race, sore of foot and
dim of vision, trudging homeward
hungry, quite ignored by hurry
ing traffic; a stranger in his na
tive West, too proud to beg, too
| honorable to steal.
HELP AT EXTREMITY
South of Kansas City a short
way, White Bear’s time was
more than half gone, his vitality
almost depleted and his journey
not yet half finished when help
came. A surburbanite who had
seen Indians before, sparing his
tires along the highway’s outer
lane, saw the old man with per
ceiving eyes; dismissed him two
hours later, strengthened with a
$2 steak and humbled with a
ticket home.
How ideally American is this
elder of the Quapaws. From his
eyes no gaudy tears, no simper
ing about economic inequalities,
no railing at ‘‘the system”, no
carping about rigid Army rules.
With admirable independence he
faced what might have been his
last crisis, alone, with bitterness
toward none. Warmed by neigh
borly interest however, his fal
tering English was eloquent to
glorify his scion, his state and
his race.
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Read it in The J^ugget.
NOTICE!
The Nome Common Council,
sitting as a Board of Equaliza
tion, will meet on December
14th, 16th and 18th, from 8:00
o'clock P. M. to 9:00 o’clock P.
M. at the City Clerk's office.
CARRIE M. McLAIN.
City Clerk.
Dec. 13-15-18.
—
B. L. DEMPSET
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B. L. Dempsey, SC-3C, who is
•omewhere in the South Pacific
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at a submarine base, writes that
there is nothing like news from
home in The Nome Nugget. He’s
a long way from home but
hopes to return again after the
war.
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