Adrian M. Newens: all about him

              Adrian M. Newens
All About Him



Adrian M. Newens





Adrian Newens
We are proud of Adrian Newens.  No one on the entire Redpath list of lecturers and entertainers commands more of our respect.

Never are we fearful of an unfavorable report of Adrian Newens's work.  He is an asset; he always makes good; every committee that has presented him has repeated him, or is on the waiting list.

Adrian Newens is talented, industrious, sincere.  Today is his day; whether in a city of a million or a village of a thousand, Adrian Newens works equally hard to please.

No lyceum man or woman appreciates the trials of a committeeman more than he; no lyceum man or woman does more to help and cheer the committeeman more than he.  No committeeman can truthfully say that Adrian Newens gives a monologue for a fee; they can say, however, that he has come to make each community better for the coming.

Adrian Newens—may his kind multiply—the lyceum world needs them.

Cordially,
ERNEST ACKERMAN

REDPATH LYCEUM BUREAU
HARRY P. HARRISON, MANAGER
CHICAGO, ILLINOIS




A Biographical Sketch
Newens was born in Ohio, reared in Ohio and Chicago, Illinois, and educated and spent most of his working days in Iowa.

Medina, Ohio, is his home town.  He spent the first seventeen years of his life in that county seat, then went to Chicago to meet the world.  He met it with a bump.  Began as box nailer, grocery clerk, milk wagon driver, shipping clerk, and finally at nineteen went to Des Moines, Iowa, to study at Drake University.

At Drake University he was discovered, and he has said, What an awful discovery it was.  Up to that time Mr. Newens did not know that he had any abilities in the line of public speaking and entertainment.  What is called, The Irony of Fate, proved true with him.  When leaving for college a friend asked him what he was going to do with his education, and he replied by saying, One thing you can be sure of, I'll never speak pieces in public or become a public entertainer.  In less than four years he had become known more than locally, and was called to Hiram, Ohio, to teach.

After two years he returned to Des Moines to teach with Mr. Edward A. Ott, with whom he had studied, and who, by the way, discovered him.  One year later, he went to Iowa State



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College, Ames, Iowa, as teacher of expression, and finally became Professor of Public Speaking.

For twelve years and a half, Mr. Newens held the position at Ames, and built up one of the strongest public speaking departments in the West.

In January, 1908, Mr. Newens signed a long time contract with the Redpath Lyceum Bureau to become the staff critic of that, the largest lyceum bureau in the country.  In addition to the responsibilities devolving upon him in that position, as well as in the other positions held, he has built up a national reputation as a monologist and his popularity may be somewhat judged by the return dates he has had.

Mr. Newens is a man of family tastes, and a lover of nature in all its ramifications.  He has a farm, a fine lot of horses, and is heavily interested in a large retail dairy business in the city of Des Moines.

Whatever of art he possess; he says is for the sake of the message he may bring to folks who listen to him.  He is a student of human nature and his particular joy is to carry good cheer and a purpose in the program to waiting audiences.




No, You Don't Know
Twenty years ago a poor boy was leaving Medina to try his fortune in Chicago.  His mother's death several years before had forced him to leave school and begin life's battle for himself.  There was no silver spoon ever lifted to his mouth, and he was then to begin a new battle in the great city.  The day before he was to leave, a business man of Medina (who himself had made a hard, winning fight for success) came to this young boy and said: Here, my boy, is a paper I want to give you.  You are going to Chicago and you won't find it all smooth going.  You have got to make your own way, and this paper may help you do it.  The boy opened the paper and found it to be a certificate of good character for himself signed by a score of Medina business men, stating that the boy was honest, industrious, dependable and worthy of any man's confidence.  That paper did help the young Medina boy in the great city.  Nothing from the kind heart and helpful brain of the business man who had originated that bit of signed paper could have assisted the lad so much.  That boy came back to Medina the other day, prosperous, educated, refined, the chief critic and instructor of the largest lyceum bureau in America.  He had worked his way thru college, and afterward had become a professor in a State university.  But when he comes back to Medina, the first place he visits is a harness shop in Medina, whose rough and ready proprietor is the man that gave him that bit of paper more than 20 years ago.  He goes there to thank that benefactor again and again, for, as he said to a friend the other day in Medina in telling the story of that kindness: Nothing has ever helped me so much as that bit of paper.  If Mr. B. had given me a thousand dollars in cash it couldn't have done half so much for me.  It wasn't the recommendation so much as the knowledge that some one was
 thinking of me, was interested in me, had confidence in me and cared enough to help me.  It was the encouraging word from behind that helped me in all those years.  Yes, the encouraging word from behind—the thought that some one cared about me.  You don't know on whose shoulder you put an encouraging hand.  That was it.  Several times over Prof. Adrian Newens repeated: You don't know on whose shoulder you put an encouraging hand.  That thought is a good one to let soak in, especially just before the Thanksgiving and Christmas time.

NOTE—This editorial appeared in the Medina (Ohio) Gazette, Nov., 1909.


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A Great Message
There are men with messages, then there are men with messages, but there is only one man on the Lyceum Platform with A Message from Mars.  Back of this Message from Mars is a man who is a fortunate combination of dignity, intellectual culture, Christian manhood, warm heartedness, and attractive personality, that is as irresistible as the remarkable message he delivers.  The moment he steps upon the platform he creates an atmosphere of wholesomeness, and you instinctively relax with the consciousness that you are in the presence of a man who is master of the situation.  You listen for a few minutes to the voice of Adrian M. Newens, but only for a few minutes, for suddenly you hear the voice of another.  You do not see Mr. Newens leave the platform, but by the art of which he is master, there has been a transformation before your eyes which your eyes did not see, and you are being addressed by another voice.  Now, it is the voice of a young girl.  You see her with all her tender girlish graces; you get a vision of her fidelity and her beauty.  Now you hear the voice of an older woman, a woman of experience and command.  Now, it is the voice of a beggar of the street.  Then you hear the voice of a man, a selfish man, rich in material wealth, but a pauper in the spirit of sympathy and charity for his fellow man.  And somehow you feel you have met this man in your own town.

Before your imagination the stage is transformed into an elegant room in a London mansion, the home of this selfish man, whose love for the young girl is a selfish love.  You hear him refuse to escort her to the home of a friend, where they have been invited to spend the evening.  He is interested in the study of astronomy.  He breaks his promise to her, and permits her to go with another, that he may remain
 and study about mars.  After they have gone, and he is alone in his study, an uncanny being steps into his room and stands by his side; it is the Messenger from Mars.  The messenger speaks; the weird ghost voice chills your soul, under its spell the selfish man of wealth is led out into the night, out into the freezing London night, where ragged, half-starved wretchedness stalks through the frost and fog and begs and screams, and dies unnoticed by the passing throng.

This man of wealth and idle ease tries to escape the messenger, but with some ghost power it clutches him with invisible fingers, and drags him on.  It shows him a woman of the street, a debauched, half-devoured victim of the city's heartlessness and brutal sin.

You lean forward in your seat as you watch the Messenger force the man to speak to her and give her money; you hear the rumbling of the cabs and the clash and throb of the big wicked city, money-mad in its delirium of greed.  You see the miserable victims of the selfish wealth-lust of a few who live and loll in luxury at the expense of their fellows less fortunate, and you clinch your fists in hatred for man's inhumanity.  Your conscience is startled, your better nature revolts, your whole being is aroused, you long ago have forgotten the speaker of the evening; you are witnessing a tragedy now, the tragedy of economic injustice, the tragedy of social inequality.  The tragedy of shame that results from our forgetting that we are our brother's keeper.

The Messenger from Mars is not only speaking to the selfish man of the drama now, he is speaking to you, and you recoil with some sense of horror at your own selfishness, at your own sin against your fellow creatures who cringe and crawl in poverty; while you laugh and ride in liveried luxury.

You hear the alarm of fire; you see the Messenger from Mars lead this rich Londoner toward
 his own home, his home of silken tapestries, of oriental gorgeousness; his home of costly statuary, of gilt and gold, of art and expensive elegance; his home that is now in flames.  You see the lurid light leap into the midnight sky, and your blood pulses with the thrill and excitement of it all.

Seated around and near you in the audience are people intent, rigid, eager as you are; you hear them exclaim in whispers as the tragedy proceeds.  Occasionally they laugh, for there is some humor in this dramatical protest against materialism.  You see those near you weep, if you look, but you will not look.

There is another transformation on the stage before you, you no longer hear the throbbing and the rumbling of the engines, and the excited cry of firemen.  Before you now, seated at his library table is a man awakening from sleep; he yawns, and opens his eyes.  The Messenger from Mars has vanished, like a spirit in the night.  The rich man looks about him.  He is dazed and startled; he has been dreaming.  That's it—the Messenger from Mars was a dream, but in that dream lightning struck this selfish man's conscience, and he is a different man.

The drama ends, and again you see Adrian M. Newens.  He has been gone for an hour and a half.  He has lived the characters of this tragedy before you.  He has made you weep.  He has made you laugh.  He has made you think, and he has done it all by a method that is new to you.  He has left you refreshed.  In that hour and one-half he has transformed you into a better, a nobler, a kinder man, and you will always love him and be grateful to him for it.  His Message from Mars has been an event in your town, and from the standpoint of uplift in the way of human sympathy, your town will never be quite the same again.  Your people have heard a voice they will never forget.


The Message from Mars should be heard by every politician, by every multi-millionaire, by every greedy, selfish being on earth.  It is eloquent, it is beautiful, it is wonderful; it breathes the spirit of the message delivered by Him who died on Calvary.  There never has been on the platform a sweeter, a kindlier, a more helpful message.

In a little South Dakota town there lives a man like the man visited by the Messenger from Mars.  In every town there is such a man.  This Dakota man loves money more than manhood—or did; he is illiterate and soul-shrunken.  He seldom spends a cent without being certain that it will bring him profit in coin.  His conscience is, or was a metallic conscience.

On the evening Adrian M. Newens appeared in his town, this man went to a member of the lecture course committee, and said: What kind uv a show is this here goin' ter be ter night?  The committee told him it would be The Message from Mars.  He replied, If you say it is eny good, I'll cum up and git a ticket and listen at it.  He came; he listened; his soul opened; his hard face relaxed, and for the moment he forgot money.

When Mr. Newens left the platform, this stingy, selfish money-miser rushed toward him, shoving people aside, and knocking over chairs in his frenzy.  He clasped Mr. Newens's hand and shook it vigorously, the big tears streaming down his coarse face, while he tried to tell him in his crude, illiterate way of the good it had done him.  And when he released his grip, he left a half dollar in the palm of the man who brought to him the Message from Mars.  It was his poor, awkward but sincere way of expressing gratitude.  It was a clumsy tribute from a heart that had been ennobled, a tribute from a sordid, selfish soul that had been touched and refined.

THOS. BROOKS FLETCHER




EDWARD E. BENNETT PRESIDENT   C. M. MAYNE GENERAL SECRETARY   G. A. LOVELAND TREASURER

THE CITY
YOUNG MEN'S CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION
OF LINCOLN, NEBRASKA
(INCORPORATED)

Lincoln, Neb., October 14, 1910.

Mr. E. L. Ackerman, Cedar Rapids, Iowa.

Dear Mr. Ackerman:-

I am no writer.  I cannot use 2000 words to cover my reasons for using Adrian M. Newens three times on our course.  We repeat no man unless he fulfills the following conditions: - First, he must meet the approval of the audience; second, he must be true to the Lyceum ideals; third, he must have more than one shot in his arsenal; fourth, he must do constructive work in a moral and social way; and fifth, he must have a personal character of such high grade as to back up his message.  Mr. Newens has all these qualifications in a marked degree; therefore we have used him again and again and hope to be able to keep right on using him in the future.

Cordially yours,
CMMayne




His Program

A Singular Life
Eighteen characters, one hour and fifteen minutes long.  Full of humor and clever wit.  Serious in purpose, varied in effect.  The whole story told.  Everybody can grasp it.  An entertainment with a purpose.  A humanitarian idea.

A woman said, I never saw such attention given a speaker even by the children.



A Message From Mars
Fifteen characters, one hour and ten minutes long.  A comedy.  Enough intent to make it worth while.  Enough humor to make it a great entertainment.  The revolution of a selfish man.

One man said: I have heard Newens ten times and 'A Message from Mars' twice and this is positively the greatest program on chautauqua platforms.



The Sky Pilot
Fifteen characters; one hour long.  Strong characterizations; humor and pathos well mixed.  A fine Sunday program.  Unusually interesting.

There have been forty-five conversions at Sioux City Y. M. C. A., resulting from this reading at the men's mass meeting.



Problem Glimpses
Short sketches.  Bears upon the loves and hates of men.  Character studies.  Humor galore.  Human in the extreme.  A program that fits Newens and that fits an audience.  Absolutely new in design.

If Newens is at home anywhere, it is in depicting character.  His children are children, his women are women and men are men.




A Message From Mars
A play.  Richard Gauthony, author.  The play deals with the revolution of a selfish man for sordid self centeredness to otherdom and altruism.  Horace Parker, a bachelor, is the type of selfish egotism.  Interested in Astronomy, he forgets his obligations to his family and to society, as many a man is too much bound up in business to think that he owes any love or attention to his wife, his babies, or his neighbors.

He falls asleep thinking in the interrogation, Is Mars inhabited.  Avowing that he does not believe Mars is inhabited, he falls asleep.  In his dream a messenger from Mars appears, shocks him with his dynamic power, causes him to pass through harrowing experiences, show him his real self, reduces him to poverty and deprives him of all domestic relations.

He awakens with a start to find it all a dream, but sees himself as he had never seen himself before.  He turns at once from his sordidness and altruism, and avows that he will be a man of a type he himself may know.

The play is replete with humor and full of striking, funny, and interesting situations.  It is a tragedy in a dream, a comedy in situation, a real drama of a soul type in make up and development.  As suitable for church or Sunday audiences as the most serious lecture.



A Singular Life
A story, Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, author.  The story is a typical tale of the fisher fold of the eastern seashore.  It is a story of human life founded on fact, and is told in a way to interest the most interior audience.  It is essentially a tragedy, but is full of wit and humorous and dramatically daring situations.

It is a story of very human interest and has in it about eighteen characters, varying from Job Slep, the inimitable type of a common fisherman,
 and Cap'n Hop, a strong personation of the skipper, to Emanuel Boyard and Helen Carruth, types of dignity and culture.

Not since Harriet Beecher Stowe's Uncle Tom's Cabin, has so strong a book as A Singular Life been written.  Not since the interpretation of Dickens's own works by himself has so vigorous a dramatic production been presented to the Lyceum going public.

For twelve years has this story been told and the strength of the human interest is manifested in its continued and growing popularity.



The Sky Pilot
A story, Ralph Conner, author.  This story needs no explanation.  What Mr. Newens does with it may.  He has succeeded in keeping the thread of the tale without dragging in too much of the description.  Bronco Bill, said a listener not long ago, is so vivid that he in his rough way becomes a real friend to the auditor and his passing is the departure of a personal friend to the audience.

The story while strongly religious is not a religious story, for Newens makes the Pilot a typical man in any profession or line of business activity.  It is a great program and especially fitting for a Sunday where Mr. Newens like best to give it.

On one occasion, it was given by him to 1,400 men on a Sunday afternoon at a Y. M. C. A. mass meeting.  At the conclusion of the reading a short appeal was made, and twelve men arose to their feet signifying their desire to live the Christian life and become pilots of other men.  While in one city it was given three times, three years in succession, and an aggregate of fifty men made the start in Christian living.

A story such as this, told in a way such as Mr. Newens tells it with such results as he has
 had ought not to prejudice anyone against this program.

A manager of a chautauqua in Michigan this summer said, I never was so affected by any public effort in singing or speaking, in my life.



Problem Glimpses
A lecture recital, many authors.  This is not a miscellaneous program, and yet it is.  It is a running fire of long and short stories, monologues and poems which touch on the general theme of individual responsibility.

Among them is one story by Jacques Futrelle entitled Diogenes Pauses.  It is a stirring, startling depiction of political conditions and humorous in setting.  The significance of the title is that the spirit of old Diogenes still brooding over the world is looking for an honest man in politics.  Thinking that he has found one he simply pauses.

Another strong number is one of Kipling's greatest conceits, Tomlinson strange tale this, for instead of reviewing a man's life while living, it begins the story at times of droth.  None but Kipling could conceive it, none but Kipling could depict it, and it is mighty in its reflex influences upon the hearer.  A judge of circuit court in a certain mid-western city said, I never before saw myself so small when I thought I was big as after hearing Newens read Tomlinson.

Other stories and poems are introduced to complete an otherwise one sided program, until in its completeness Sioux City critics said, after having heard Mr. Newens eight times, this is his greatest program.




From Mr. Newens
Make the best of what you have.  'Tis true, just over there is one worse off than you.

This is the gospel of Newens's life, and he is constantly picking up ideas that fit the sentiment.  Here is the latest which he likes immensely.

By C. H. Martin.
The Optimist.

Ol' Uncle Tom sure topped the list as a cheerful, smilin' optimist.


He wore a grin
From hair to chin
From ear to ear
And back agin.

When things looked dark he'd say sez'e


There's lots o' folks wuss off 'n me.
Many's the time I've heard him say,
I'm feelin' mighty fine today


Tho well I knew
It wasn't true—
That really he
Was feelin' blue—


He'd say, I'm feelin' tip-top 'y gee!
There's lots o' folks wuss of 'n me.
A cyclone struck his farm one spring
And smashed to splinters everything.


The house fell in
On top of Tim—
We thought 'twas sure
The end o' him.


And we said this time Ol' Tim won't see,
A lot o' folks wuss off 'n me.
But when we pulled the wreck from Tim
He looked at us with the same old grin


And said, By gum'
It ain't no fun
To start life new
At eighty one,



But I aint got no kick, sez 'e,
There's lots o' folks wuss off 'n me.
Ol' Tim's gone to eternity.
But he left his words for you and me.


When woe creeps in,
Just think o' Tim;
Just brace right up
And smile—or grin


Just say, I got no kick, by gee!
There's lots o' folks wuss off 'n me.

The hardest things on me in my lyceum and chautauqua work are first, the-what-do-we-care-about-you spirit of some committees, and the uncomfortable, unsincere so-called cordiality of other committees.

Newens says he really does not like to be paid in either one dollar bills or in a thousand dollar bill on the stage or platform in the presence of the fleeing, retreating, audiences.  The former denomination makes his fee look so large that he is sure the audience knows he is not worth all that money, and the latter makes his fee look so small that those who may have liked his program, some are apt to feel that a man paid with a single piece of currency are apt to lose confidence in their own judgment on the merits of the entertainment.


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Pen and Press Praisettes

Comments on Newens
Comments heard concerning Adrian Newens and his Message from Mars, after his program at Miller, South Dakota:

One of the best entertainments ever given in Miller.

His appearance as well as his impersonations remind one of Bill Nye.

The talk between 'Maisie' and Horace Parker was alone well worth the price of admission.

I came expecting to hear an essay on the canals of Mars, but was most agreeably disappointed.

The 'Message from Mars', was better than a sermon.

The best entertainer ever in Miller.

The way he represented the tramp was the finest bit of impersonation I ever saw.

Adrian Newens's name on next year's course would do more toward selling it than all the talking one could do.



Kind Words
Waupun, Wis., Dec. 10, 1909.

Redpath-Slayton Bureau, Chicago,

Gentlemen: I am very happy to say that Mr. Newens appeared before a large audience here for the second time with great success.  His name and that of Mr. Packard were largely instrumental in selling the course this season, and naturally we were very anxious that they should both make good.

The course is making a hit so far and is financial success.  This has not been the case for a number of years.  Last year we came the nearest to it that we have for at least five years.  The committee feels like thinking the Redpath people for their co-operation toward these good ends.

Very truly yours,
F. L. WHITNEY, Secretary.




This Kings True
Carrollton, O., April 29, 1910.

Harry P. Harrison, Chicago.

Dear Sir: Newens is o. k.  His Message from Mars delivered here as the last number of the lecture course was so good and took so well with the audience that many asked to have him returned this summer on the Chautauqua and for that reason he is down for two handouts.  Mr. Newens is a strong man both on and off the platform and a person whom anyone would be pleased to meet.  He is a good thinker, clean-cut and an interesting talker.  Neither Chautauqua or lecture course can miss booking Newens.  The people here were or rather are not taken greatly with monologue work but Mr. Newens was a soul winner.  The town people were much pleased to learn that we had engaged him for this summer's Chautauqua.  Mr. Newens was here shortly after the death of his wife and while he keenly felt the passing away of one who was certainly dear to him he arose above his personal feelings and that much more demonstrated the man.

You are at liberty to use as much of this as you like under my signature.  I really feel all I have said.  I like Newens very much.  We had a long talk while he was here and I had also met him before and was much impressed with him and for that reason had him come here to lecture as I felt he would make good.

P. H. KEMERER.



Set a High Standard
Rockwell City, Iowa, April 20, 1910.

Redpath Lyceum Bureau, Chicago, Ill.

Gentlemen: My English is inadequate to express my appreciation of him.  I believe he is one of the greatest artists that I have ever seen or heard anywhere.  The great trouble in engaging men like Mr. Newens is they please the people so immensely that they soon become
 unsatisfied with other talent no matter how good it may be, believing that it does not come quite up to the standard.  Mr. Newens should not be taken as a standard, as he is far above it.  If there was a person here who failed to appreciate his lecture or entertainment I have failed to hear of it.

Very truly yours,
GEO. W. SPENCER, Secretary.



From New York City
Ever since his extraordinary presentation of A Singular Life we have been unable to supply the demand made by the men upon our circulating library for the book the leading characters of which he made alive.  Cordially yours—charles F. Powlison, New York City.

Hurley, S. D., April 22, 1910.



Ten to One for Newens
Redpath Lyceum Bureau, Chicago.

Gentlemen: We took a ballot at the last number of our course in which among other questions we asked for the favorite number of the past course.  Nine out of ten answers were for Mr. Newens.  When we made our new contract the committee and all others consulted were unanimous in asking that he be secured again for next season.

Sincerely,
G. W. FITCH, President.

And he will be there, March 21, 1910.



Without a Peer
Muskegon, Michigan, April 23, 1910.

Mr. Harry P. Harrison, Relpath-Slayton Lyceum Bureau, Chicago, Ill.

Dear Sir: A Message from Mars was decidedly the best thing in that line ever given in Muskegon.  Mr. Newens is without a peer as a monologist.

Yours very truly,
JOHN B. CLEVELAND.




Unexcelled in Des Moines

Prof. Newens gave his friends in Des Moines a delightful treat on Friday evening.  He read before one of the most appreciative audiences ever seen in the University Church his beautiful and artistic arrangement of E. Stuart Phelps' A Singular Life.  Professor Newens has a good, pleasing appearance, and a warm flexible voice; his style of reading is precise and animated and he did what so many readers fail to do, gave his hearers time to understand him.  In his impersonations he made his charactesr live and his easy transitions have not been excelled in Des Moines.—
Drake University “Delphic.”



Fifth Time Best Time
Farmington, Iowa, Aug. 16, 1910—(Special) On Saturday evening A. M. Newens made his appearance for the third time at this chautauqua and for his fifth time on the platform, and received a reception which amounted to an ovation.  When he came upon the platform and when the manager started to introduce him the audience burst forth with a mighty applause which fairly made the earth tremble, and this applause kept rising and falling for fully five minutes before the manager had a chance to give his words of introduction.  Mr. Newens gave A Message from Mars on Saturday night and on Sunday night he gave Glimpses of Men and Things.  No more popular man has ever come before our people than Mr. Newens, and he pleased his audience immensely this time.


A few places where Newens has appeared more than once:



Boston, Mass.
2


Canon City, Colo.
2


Salida, Colo.
2


Plattville, Wis.
2


Wilkes Barre, Pa.
2


Brookings, S. D.
3


Lexington, Ky.
2


Big Stone, S. D.
2


Devils Lake, N. D.
2


Cedar Rapids, Ia.
3


Marshalltown, Ia.
3


Coshocton, O.
2


Carrollton, O.
3


La Crosse, Wis.
2


Kenosha, Wis.
2


Algona, Ia.
2


Springfield, Mo.
2


Storm Lake, Ia.
4


Cherokee, Ia.
4


Le Mars, Ia.
4


Ames, Ia.
10


Belle Plaine, Ia.
2


Newton, Ia.
4


Chariton, Ia.
4


Mt. Ayr, Ia.
3


Ottumwa, Ia.
2


Keokuk, Ia.
4


Piasa, Ill.
2


Pontiac, Ill.
2


Rockford, Ill.
2


Kankakee, Ill.
2


Monmouth, Ill.
2


Freeport, Ill.
2


Portsmouth, O.
2


Mo. Valley, Ia.
4


King City, Mo.
4


Akron, O.
2


Dixon, Ill.
2


Clinton, Ill.
2


Downers Grove, Ill.
2


Ft. Collins, Colo.
2


Canton, O.
2


Watertown, S. D.
3


Miller, S. D.
2


Spencer, Ia.
4


Red Oak, Ia.
4


Columbus Jct., Ia.
2


Ottawa, Ill.
3


Lexington, Neb.
4


Kearney, Neb.
4


Fremont, Neb.
5


Wahoo, Neb.
2


Ord, Neb.
2


Waukon, Ia.
2


Farmington, Ia.
6


Broken Bow, Neb.
6


Sioux City, Ia.
8


Des Moines, Ia.
8


Fairfield, Ia.
5


Lincoln, Neb.
7


Nevada, Ia.
3


Cleveland, Ohio.
3


Columbus, Ohio.
2


Chicago, Ill.
7


Mt. Pleasant, Ia.
4


Huron, S. D.
4


Redfield, S. D.
3


Aberdeen, S. D.
3


Spirit Lake, Ia.
5


Mankato, Minn.
3


Toledo, Ohio.
2


Moundsville, W. Va.
3


Mt. Lake Park, Md.
2


Betheseda, O.
2


St. Louis, Mo.
3


Nevada, Mo.
2


Tonkawa, Okla.
2


Wichita, Kan.
2


Newton, Kan.
3


Great Bend, Kan.
2


Ft. Dodge, Ia.
2


Racine, Wis.
2


Milwaukee, Mis.
2


Waupon, Wis.
2


Lancaster, Ohio.
2


Washington Ch. O.
2


Y.M.C.A., N.Y. City.
3


McCook, Neb.
2


Canton, S. D.
2


Delaware, Ohio.
2


Medina, O.
2


Notre Dame, Ind.
2


So. Bend, Ind.
2


Menominee, Wis.
2


Ida Grove, Ia.
3


Tipton, Ia.
4


Fairmont, Minn.
3


Geneva, Neb.
4


Peru, Neb.
2







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