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T H E P R A I R I E C A P I T A L
Ye Scribe
IT WAS the day of personal journalism. It was the day of partisan journalism. The great figures of Horace Greeley and Marse Henry Watterson dominated the professional scene. If you saw it in the paper it was probably true, but it was possible that you saw it because the editor thought it was good for you to see it there. The editor was no mere commentator on events from which he stood aloof. He was himself the most fiery of partisans and the most eloquent of advocates. He was first of all the partisan of his town. He never tired of pointing out the advantages of his "city" or of predicting its glorious future. Every movement for the improvement, which mostly meant the enlargement of the town, was sure of his vehement support. He was willing tell and did tell a waiting and palpitating universe,
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that for brains and beauty, for material and moral superiority, his town, his Prairie Capital, was as a city set upon a hill. In politics, he was even more a warrior for a Cause. He was not content to record what other men said or thought of public events or candidates for office. His paper took a stand and led the way for defeat or victory. His relations with his contemporary of the tripod were frequently strained. Personal encounters such as marked a much earlier period of journalism never took place in Lincoln, but sometimes the weapons of vituperation were employed.
The new capital was an attractive field for journalism as for every thing else. But it was less fertile for the editor than some others found it to be. Many papers have been started in the town. all save one of the pioneer period have fallen by the wayside. Journalistic wreckage has been great.
The newspaper plant was by comparison with modern methods pathetically meager. It was before the days of the power press. It was before the days of the linotype. Press paper was imperfect and the small supply of type was used until it was all but used up. It was all set by hand. The hobo printer was everywhere in evidence. He saw the country by tramping from one print shop to the next. He appeared without warning and got a job. He often left without notice and left the paper in the lurch. More often than not he was a skilled compositor. The[60]
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editor, though, could and did turn his hand to every part of the job. He would write his stuff, set it up, ink the press, and if necessary deliver the paper. The compelling tradition of the sanctum, "the paper must appear." was seldom violated.
Whether the editor was his own reporter or had a helper to gather news, the style of the news column was different from that of the editorial. This latter was likely to have some elegance of diction with an occasional classic allusion. The former, as to the local events at least, was marked by a liveliness and humor all its own. There were no classified announcements of birth or deaths. but announcements of these events were more definite as to personalities. The proud father was "setting up the cigars," and so "was doing as well as could be expected." Or the late lamented had joined "the silent majority." Indeed nobody died. They "passed away," "answered the call," "the grim reaper" took them. So far as the scribe was concerned there were few "men" and no "women" in town; only "gentlemen" and "ladies." Once in a long time a man might break his "leg". But no "Lady" ever did more than "fracture a lower limb" "It" was only a pronoun. "Contact" and "conference" had not been made into verbs. It was a time of fettered speech.[61]
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Lawyers
IT WAS inevitable, of course, that the Prairie Capital should attract a strong bar. The legal profession had always been and for that matter still is, the direct and certain avenue to public eminence. When the new state was admitted to the Union, with all its future to make, it offered a most attractive field for the exercise of legal training, and for official preferment. The capital was the seat not only of the minor tribunals of its county and district, but also of the Supreme appellate court of Nebraska. and, periodically, of the Federal courts as well. The ordinary course of business with the various departments of the state government called for the services of the lawyer. It was apparent that there would be a lot of lawyer's work to be done. The result was a bar not only numerically important, but in the mental
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and professional qualifications the equal of any. Among its members were to be found men who could and did, meet and deal successfully with the greatest legal questions and responsibilities. Many of them were in the course of time elevated to the bench. Many more of them filled other important offices. Some of them reached national distinction. The record is one to justify professional pride.
There probably has been less change in the field of legal practice and procedure than in any other. Save in minor details the courts still function in 1930 as they did in 1870 and 1880. Legal fundamentalism, the prestige of precedent, the deep professional conservatism of the bar, have combined to produce a condition of stasis in the forms and processes of law. But the externals of the court and of the lawyer's office have changed. From the first, of course, the Supreme Court has held its sittings in the State House, but it was nearly twenty years before Lancaster county had its own Court House. The courts sat in various temporary and makeshift quarters. Just before the present Court House was built, the courts were quartered in the McMurtry block on Eleventh street. Judge Dundy held his court in the Federal building, now the city hall. The minor tribunals of the justices of the peace usually were held in the offices of the incumbent justice. The lawyers were housed, like the doctors, in upstairs rooms about the town. There were no "stenogs" and no typewriters. Papers were drawn laboriously in long hand, or[63]
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copied front the records in pen and ink. The lawyer was his own janitor and carried in his own coal and often forgot to carry out his own ashes. Like the doctor, in many cases he was known by his professional attire. It was the day of "speaking" and the lawyer was the natural "speaker" for all occasions. The Fourth of July would often scatter the local bar all over the state to deliver their patriotic orations. The British lion slunk trembling to his lair before their impassioned periods. The American eagle screamed till he lost his voice.
The courts still draw their somewhat morbid spectators. In the old days an important trial was a real show. The changes and chances of the unfolding evidence were followed with delight by large audiences. The skill and the eloquence of the contending advocates were admired and would have been applauded if judicial dignity had permitted. Many a lad, now eminent at the bar or on the bench, had his ambition to be a great lawyer, fired by hearing Whedon or Lamberson, Lamb or Harwood, Mason or Marquette contending for the mastery. The lawyer was truly a Prominent Citizen: the judge was a venerated official.[64]
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Visiting Firemen
WHEN the hostess of the sucker trap, alias night club, calls for a great hand for the "visiting fireman" at the moment staring goggle-eyed in the glare of the baby spotlight, she is giving him the razz. But she may not be aware of the full irony of her words. Time was when the visiting fireman was a personage, a thrice honored guest to whom all hearts were open and from whom no honor was withheld. In his day he was very much what Bobby Jones or Johnny Doeg are now. Before the days of football towns rooted for their Hose Teams.
The Prairie Capital was no exception. It, too. had its hose teams, the chiefest of which was the Fitzgeralds. They took their name from John Fitzgerald, railroad builder and millionaire, who probably subsidized them to the end that they might dis-[65]
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play their splendid uniforms, their glittering hose carts and their golden speaking trumpets. It is not recorded that they and their kind ever put out many fires. But they were extremely effective at starting the fires of local enthusiasm whenever a hose team tournament was held. This was a real sporting event. The game was to see which contestant could attach a hose and run a measured distance in the shortest time. On one great day the Fitzgeralds covered themselves (and their town) with glory by winning the state meet. On a still greater day they ran off with the national championship at New Orleans. When they came home, the band turned out.
In a figurative sense, the town met many visiting firemen. The capital saw pass a long procession of state officials; governors, judges, legislators from all parts of the state. While in office they lived in the town on terms of friendly familiarity with its people. Many of them became well known figures in the life of the town. Many of them after their tour of official duty made the town their home. The University and the other schools of the community brought increasing numbers of young folks each year. (In 1930 the number is many thousands). These too, filled a very definite place in the life of the town. From these, and like contacts, added to those of the constantly expanding commercial interests of the place, Lincoln has come to have a more definite knowledge of the state and its people, than is often the case with cities whose interest is merely commer-[66]
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cial. With that knowledge has grown a liking for these visitors. The city has developed an awareness of its place as the capital belonging in a very real sense, to all the people of all the state. These people, on their part, have shown that they like their capital city. Ancient rivalries have not, indeed, wholly vanished, but they have weakened. Their place has been taken by a cordiality of public relations that is one of the chief charms of the Prairie Capital.
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© 2000, 2001 for NEGenWeb Project, submitted by Kathie
Harrison <NelliBlu28@aol.com>
"I'd like to dedicate this to the memory of the early people of
Lincoln, Nebraska
in honor of my Grand Aunt Ellen Hogan Keane"