The Silsbee Bee (Silsbee, Tex.), Vol. 22, No. 12, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 12, 1941 Page: 3 of 10
This newspaper is part of the collection entitled: Silsbee Area Newspaper Collection and was provided to The Portal to Texas History by the Silsbee Public Library.
- Highlighting
- Highlighting On/Off
- Color:
- Adjust Image
- Rotate Left
- Rotate Right
- Brightness, Contrast, etc. (Experimental)
- Cropping Tool
- Download Sizes
- Preview all sizes/dimensions or...
- Download Thumbnail
- Download Small
- Download Medium
- Download Large
- High Resolution Files
- IIIF Image JSON
- IIIF Image URL
- Accessibility
- View Extracted Text
Extracted Text
The following text was automatically extracted from the image on this page using optical character recognition software:
■
THE SILSBEE BEE
v
By ALAN LE MAY
W.N.U. Releast
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
8 8
Jody had disappeared, he left his men one of Roper’s men, to find him.
L
CHAPTER XVn
The Questions
i I
Y
The Answers
t
>
g
8
Na
2
6062
1
22
%)
i
45
N
6
w/
=
¥
7
snap-
roses.
»
White With Color
A
e
0)
8
20
A
will fight in that reion.
/
★★★★ STAR HIT FOR
MiCTBO COLDS
E EmEE I KU MISERIES
if the threat to
imminent, they
THE NATIONAL JOY SMOKE
R. J. Reynolds Tobacco Co., Winston-Salem, N. a
CLASSIFIED
DEPARTMENT
quet is of roses and white
dragons.
Delicate pink sweetheart
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
a. Mentholatum
NA will quickly
® soothe the in-
A jury and pro-
9 mote healing-
SBEI
NATIONAL
AFFAIRS
Flower-Edged Hats, Parasols,
Latest Wedding Innovations
M8LD AS A
> BREEZE
TASTY AS
RIPE FPU IT.
.PA. PUTS ME
‘ NEXT TO
youth had learned an effectiveness
in action upon which he could well
rely. He spoke sharply.
“Jim — you know who this is?
That’s Lew Gordon’s girl!”
“Good Lord Almighty! I believe
you’re right!”
. “It’s her, sure enough!”
“So you know me?” Jody said.
“I seen you once in Ogallala, and
another time in Bandera.”
The older man shifted his eyes to
his partner. “Queerest turn of the
____________j
Jsk Me nother
© A General Quiz
Increasing South Amer-
ican exports to U. S. im-
prove hemisphere rela-
tions ... ‘Cost9 of aiding
Britain continues to rise.
(Bell Syndicate—WNU Service.)
Reviewed by
CARTER FIELD
OF
FINE FICTION
mV
A
DAISY FLY KILLER
■
■ ■
Fortune Corrupts
We are corrupted by good for-
tune.—Tacitus.
With Life, Woe
To labour is the lot of man be-
low; and when Jove gave us life,
he gave us woe.—Homer.
Safest Investment
Goodness is the only investment
that never fails.—Thoreau.
Wilce whispered, “Wait
a minute.”
I
n
Dusty King and Lew Gordon had built
up a vast string of ranches in the West.
King was killed by his powerful and un-
scrupulous competitor, Ben Thorpe. Bill
Roper, King’s adopted son, was deter-
mined to avenge his death in spite of
I
70
fine roll-your-own
cigarettes in every
handy pocket tin of
Prince Albert
W J
("v
Jr
/
BOYS, GIRLS EARN CAMERA or lots of
money after school hours. Send no money.
Just write for full particulars. GALE',
YORK, NEBR.
♦ *
lowed herself to be led into the lit-
tle cabin at which she had hoped to
find Bill Roper.
The shack in which she now found
herself was a cramped makeshift,
intended only as a shelter for cow-
boys, storm-caught while riding the
northern limits of the Fork Creek
range. A single lantern hung from
a roof pole; and now, by its yellow
light the two men studied her with
an unconcealed amazement.
“By God,” said the older of the
two, “it’s a girl, all right!”
The other man, tall enough so that
the door at his back looked small,
was much the younger of the two.
J
-
ECONOMY, TOOI
Dakar. It may be,
Suez becomes more
White with a splash of daring
color is an important style message
for summer. The white flannel out-
fit here pictured tallies perfectly
with this idea. The white skirt has
a red and white polka dot blouse,
topped with a white flannel jacket,
belted at the waistline. White pig-
skin bag, doeskin gloves and chic
white hat complete the ensemble.
Alluring Veils
The National Geographic Society
says the women of America wear
more veils than the women of
Turkey. Easy to believe if you notice
the clouds of veiling—pink, white,
red, green, black and brown—which
will continue to soften the fashion
scene, right through summer.
The newest use for veils is to tie
them about the crowns on big-
brimmed hats and let them drip
down the back.
Big brims are really big this sea-
son, up to nine inches. Usually soft,
not stiff, in outline—made of rippled
black organza, champagne-colored
straw, chicken wire white straw,
and shirred red felt.
Telltale Sleeves
Sleeves are telltales this season.
So complete has been the change in
sleeve treatments that they definitely
tell the newness of your dress, your
coat or blouse. The new silhouette
is achieved through deep armholes
and smooth shoulders.
In. softly styled dresses of sum-
mery silks and cottons the latest
news is short sleeves, mere shoulder
caps in many instances. In sleeves
that are longer there’s fullness below
the elbow.
LI® WHAT TOBACCO
ROLLS FIRMER,
SMOOTHER, YET
QUICKER, EASIER?
a horse; there can’t possibly be
any argument about that. I’ll have
to ask you to rope a pony and bring
him to my saddle—and I’ll be on
my way!”
Slowly Leathers shook his head.
“You won’t give me a pony?”
“I’m afraid—you’ll have to wait
until your friends come, lady.”
For-Jody Gordon’s white flash of
anger there was no outlet whatever.
She turned away to hide from them
the furious tears that sprang into
her eyes. She took off her sheepskin
coat and flung it on the table, for
the room was very hot; but be-
cause her fingers were still chilled
to the bone she pulled off her gloves,
tucked them in her belt, and went
to the shallow fireplace to hold out
her hands to the flames.
They went on talking now in the
drawling, well-considered speech of
the trail, long pauses marking ev-
ery interchange. Whatever else they
might think of her, they evidently
did not consider that she implied
any necessity to secrecy.
“If Roper is on his way,” the
younger rider said thoughtfully,
“and this side rider of hers has got
loose and meets him, so that Rop-
er knows what he’s up against—that
might be kind of bad medicine,
Jim. If he’s got his war-riders with
him—”
“I’ve missed hooking up with Rop-
er twenty times when I thought I
had him,” Leathers said. “I’d soon-
er meet up with him on any terms,
than carry back the word that I
fell down.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
f*
b,
da"
'7/
INSTALLMENT 12
THE STORY SO FAR:
the opposition of his sweetheart, Jody
Gordon, and her father. After wiping
Thorpe out of Texas, Roper conducted
a great raid upon the vast herds on
Thorpe’s Montana ranches. Told that
KILL ALL FLIES V
eKa. Placed anywhere. Daisy Fly B
""2" Killer attracts and kills flies. K
2m*311 Guaranteed, effective. Neat, K
#09 convenient — Cannot spill—B
-553 Wilnot soil orinjure anything. E
•Lasts all eeason. 20c at all Bi
- dealers. Harold Somers, Inc., •
150DeKalbAve.,B’ldyn,N.Y. B
ft ' sS
I
I1
? 9
by our producers, but there is the
little episode of the pure food regu
lation, which not only kept out Ar
gentine meat but gave it a black eye
before the world.
As evidence of the recent spurt we
bought from Argentina, in the first
quarter of 1941, a total of $35,512,001
worth of goods. Yet in the whole
year 1940, though the war was ir
progress during that entire year, we
bought only $83,301,000.
From Uruguay in the first quar
ter of 1941 we bought $16,797,000
worth of goods. In the whole yeai
1940 we bought only $17,629,000.
That’s only half the picture of the
improved financial position of the
South American countries as a re-
sult of the war, if we take only
trade with the United States into
consideration.
In the first quarter of 1941 we
sold Argentina $16,923,000 worth of
goods. This was a big drop, as in
the full year 1940 we sold her $106,-
877,000. With Uruguay we about held
our own, selling her $2,998,000 in the
first quarter of 1941, as against $11,-
275,000 in the full year of 1940. The
reason for the drop in our exports
to Argentina was the rigid Argentine
exchange and import control in the
early months of 1941.
EXPECT TRADE AGREEMENT
With this improved situation, from
the South American standpoint, the
door is now open to a real trade
agreement with these two countries,
and one is now expected very short-
ly.
The administration is very anxious
to take advantage of the present
war-given opportunity. Congress has
voted virtually all the money wanted
by Jesse Jones, in his capacity as
the greatest lender of all time, for
the purpose of making sure that the
United States buys all the exports
that Latin America wants to sell.
Part of the object is military, part
of it is looking forward to a trade
war after armed conflict ceases.
Strained as she is, Japan is send-
ing a ship loaded with all sorts of
sample products to South America
right now. Germany is ready to re-
sume her old barter program with
our Southern neighbors, and has
done her best to keep her connec-
tions despite the blockade.
Leaving out the huge German ra-
cial groups in the South American
countries, most of the people would
rather trade with the United States.
The governments, especially, found
that the barter system did not work
as much to their advantage as had
at first appeared.
Uncle Sam now hopes for an era
of good feeling toward him from the
Rio Grande to Cape Horn.
(8
and set out for the home of Lew Gordon,
a man who was once his partner, but
was now his enemy. Jody Gordon had
tried to reconcile her father with Roper;
failing, she set out with Shoshone Wilce,
p.9,8zz
” / BELOW
f PRINCE ALBERT’S A
(CRIMP CUT TO ROLL FAST, /
k FIRM,TRIM-STICKS /
/ TO THE PAPER LIKE N
( AN OLD FRIENDSMOKES
—0
<82%
‘K”.
WASHINGTON. — United States
imports from the South American
countries have zoomed as a result of
the war, so that many of them now
was an Abolitionist editor who was
killed by a mob at Alton, Ill., in
1837.
7. Italy.
8. Our federal government. It
owns or rents a total of 118,225,000
square feet in 19,117 buildings scat-
tered throughout this country.
The 26,000,000 square feet in
Washington alone is double that of
only nine years ago.
the Thorpe interests were the cause
of Ben Thorpe's heavy reprisals
upon King-Gordon. And even though
Roper might bring down Ben Thorpe
in the end, which still seemed in-
credible, he could never profit by
his victory, even if he lived. Unless
Gordon and Roper could be recon-
ciled, Roper would in the end be-
come just one more outlawed cow-
boy whose trails could have no mean-
ing, and only one end.
Jody Gordon had one other motive
in attempting the all but hopeless
reconciliation. She believed her fa-
ther’s life to be in the sharpest dan-
ger. Bill Roper, an even harder
fighter than the old trail breaker
who had trained him, would auto-
matically take those precautions
that would safeguard her father’s
life, if once they could be brought
to work together again.
But the first move toward recon-
ciliation must come from Bill Roper
himself. If she could persuade Rop-
er to this, there was a bare possi-
bility that she could also manage
her father.
It was a forlorn hope; but, as she
saw it, of such vital importance that
it could no longer be ignored. It
was as if events that would alter
the whole history of the cow country
lay in her persuasion of these two
stubborn men?. She rode doggedly
now, with set face, trusting Sho-
shone to find the way.
They rode until after midnight,
blind, as far as Jody could see, in
the wet fall of the snow. They threw
down their bedrolls then in the shel-
ter of stunted snow-laden trees, and
Shoshone Wilce measured grain for
the horses onto his own poncho.
They pushed on again early the
next morning, miserable in the raw
dawn, after coffee which Shoshone
made in a frying pan. All day long
they rode steadily, stopping only
once for bread and bacon, and to
bolster their horses with more grain.
The snow slacked off, giving place
to a bitter wind. Jody’s knees stiff-
ened with saddle cramp and she
continually had to nurse her fingers
deep in her pockets to keep them
from going numb. She had a strange
sense of having taken an irrevocable
step which she might find great rea-
son to regret. The fact that the
snow had hidden the trail they had
made, so that no one could follow to
find her, gave her a feeling of be-
ing cut off from everything friendly
she had ever known. She no longer
knew where she was. She set her
eyes straight ahead, too proud to
ask Shoshone how far they had come,
or how much farther they must go.
Just before dusk they climbed a
long rocky ridge which commanded
the length of a shallow valley set
brokenly with juniper and ragged
cedar.
Shoshone motioned her to stop her
horse. “Wait a minute.”
Far down the valley Jody Gordon
could see a faint haze that blurred a
rabbit-fur grey and brown of the
brush and runty timber.
“That’s smoke,” Shoshone Wilce
said at last. “This ought to be the
place.”
“So we really'got here at last. .
“Two hours more.”
“The smoke—that means he’s
there.”
Shoshone Wilce, suspicious and
doubtful by temperament, was less
sure. “Don’t know if it’s him. Some-
body’s there. Or, anyway, some-
body’s been there.”
A swift panic chilled Jody at the
thought of meeting Bill Roper face
to face again after so long a time.
She tried to imagine what she was
going to say to him, and was com-
pletely unable. She wondered how
he would look, and whether he would
be glad to see her.
Shoshone Wilce, riding with Jody
Gordon through the same hundred-
mile snow which screened Bill Rop-
er and Tex Long in their aid on the
Little Dry, found himself the most
bewildered and the most unhappy of
men.
He could have refused to guide
Jody Gordon to Bill Roper’s rendez-
vous; he thought it improbable that
Jody Gordon would have been able
to locate the rendezvous alone. But
whether she found it, or merely got
herself lost, Shoshone Wilce would
have been answerable to Bill Roper
for leaving her to attempt the ride
alone.
The alternative he had chosen of-
fered no greater prospect for a-long
and helpful life. Lew Gordon would
go wild as a wounded silvertip at
the disappearance of his daughter;
and every King-Gordon cowboy in
the country would be scouring the
brakes after Shoshone’s scalp.
Jody believed now that the split
between Lew Gordon and Bill Roper
was the basis of inconceivable dis-
aster—not only immediate and per-
sonal, but far-reaching in its import
to the cow country. Together, those
two very different cattlemen could
have beaten Thorpe, and consolidat-
ed the King-Gordon empire.
Separated, Lew Gordon and Bill
Roper were mutually destructive;
Lew Gordon was probably right that
Bill Roper’s savage attacks upon
-s
W
actually have favorable balances of
trade against Uncle Sam.
The importance of this is tremen-
dous, because the chief difficulty of
expanding inter-American trade has
always been that South America
wanted to buy lots of our products,
especially automobiles, refrigerators
and other manufactured goods, but
His face was prematurely hard-cut ' found it very difficult to sell us any-
—the face of a man who even in I thing. We not only produced sc
many competitive articles, which
aroused clamor for tariff protection
Learned.
Mexico City.
Seventy-eight feet.
Rome (St. Peter’s cathedral}.
King Lear.
Freedom of the press. He
ag a
834923
588
V.a
British Aid Costs
Continue to Rise
The determination of President
Roosevelt to defeat Hitler, at what-
ever cost, has never changed. This
has been pointed out in these dis-
patches since September, 1939.
There has never been -the slightest
reason for any backtracking on this.
It is true that the measure of “cost”
involved has changed tremendously,
always upward. For example in
the fall of 1939 all that the Presi-
dent—and indeed the military ex-
perts—thought would be necessary
would be to amend the neutrality act
so that, if the war stretched out
into years, the United States could
become Britain’s arsenal.
It is interesting to note how this
picture has changed, always with
the effect of increasing the “cost.”
Early in the war the Germans
had more success in hitting the Brit-
ish fleet than had been anticipated.
When Britain lost so- many destroy-
ers, President Roosevelt met the
first “ante” in the “cost.” In the
spring of 1940 he transferred the 50
overage destroyers to the British.
With the over-running of the low
countries, and Norway, the “cost”
increased enormously. As the ter-
rific expense to which the British
were put gradually cut down their
available cash, the lease-lend bill
boosted it further.
The next step, of course, is con-
voys. That is coming as surely as
the necessity for giving the British
the destroyers developed.
But the final element of “cost” is
men, and that is coming too. It
may be that they will be landed at
r —T
}
......
W - •
nkX
• *
.1
pert)
Color on Color
Very new is the color-on-color
treatment that designers are carry-
ing out in summer sheers. The new
nylon sheers, especially, lend
themselves to this technique in that
they are thin almost to the point of
transparency. Black over pink is a
favorite combination, navy over rec
is effective, and orchid over pink oj
light blue is lovely for evening.
worn as a corsage, are matched by
wee roses. Outlining the Mary-
Queen-of-Scots bonnet worn by the
bride’s attendant. The pale pink of
the blossoms contrasts beautifully
with the deep periwinkle blue of
her chiffon frock.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
• *
Now Shoshone Wilce reached out
to catch her bridle reins, and they
stopped. She started to ask what
was the matter, but checked her-
self. Wilce had become tensely
watchful, and she saw that he was
listening.
After a moment or two of utter
stillness, Wilce whispered “Wait a
minute;” and pushed his horse slow-
ly forward into the dark. For a lit-
tle while as he moved away from
her she could see the tall black sil-
houette of his horse against the pale
snow, but soon this blurred with
the darkness and was lost.
Growing impatient at last, and a
little uneasy, Jody moved her pony
ahead after Shoshone. There was a
moment or two of panic, in which it
seemed that she had lost him alto-
gether in the dark; but her pony
knew where the other was if she
did not, and presently brought her
alongside.
Shoshone Wilce was sitting per-
fectly motionless on his horse, star-
ing ahead into a darkness to which
the snow gave a curiously deceptive
luminosity that did not aid the ‘eye.
“I don’t like this so good.” Sho-
shone said.
“What’s the matter?”
“No lights.”
They moved ahead a little now,
Jody holding her pony beside that
of Shoshone Wilce. Shoshone moved
his horse forward twenty paces, and
(
PROSPECTIVE brides and bride-
- grooms usually plan the floral
color schemes for the wedding party
together, since the groom is respon-
sible for the bouquets carried by
the bride and her attendants.
Fashions in fresh flower arrange-
ments promise brides of summer
1941 the utmost in beauty. White iris
combined with white galdioli in a
bridal bouquet tied with lace will be
a favorite for the early summer
wedding and orchids, lilies, roses,
stock and sweet peas in modern or
old-fashioned bouquets will be in de-
mand for bridal parties throughout
the summer.
Whether a wedding emulates one
of the periods of past history or
anticipates next year’s styles, there
are enchanting headdresses and
bouquets that any bride will de-
light in selecting. Corsages of lilies,
fragrant carnations and roses with
rose geranium leaves as a back-
ground are quaint looking. Carna-
tions, used in modern scroll arrange-
ments, make a bouquet that even
the most budget-minded bride can
afford.
Huge arm bouquets of fragrant
stock and snapdragons are lovely
for both the bride and her attend-
ants in a garden wedding, and
these same flowers may be used to
fashion crown-like bonnets. Gladi-
oli blossoms are another favorite
flower choice for outdoor weddings.
These flowers in white would be
lovely for the bride, while deep
shades of''tangerine and fuchsia or
the more delicate coral pink will
blend beautifully with summer pas-
tels.
Flowers sure to bring ohs and ahs
of admiration are parasols of deli-
cately colored sweetpeas. Carried
in a garden wedding, tiny nosegays
of the same flowers should be re-
served for the bridemaids. Bonnets
of blossoms are new, too. Carna-
tion petals fashion them, with wide
brims of flattering tulle. A Mary-
Queen-of-Scots bonnet might have
the heart-shaped brim outlined with
tiny sweetheart roses.
Garlands, rather than bouquets of
white blossoms, are another new
note in bridal flowers. Painted
daisies, cornflowers, blue iris or
bright pink carnations make en-
chanting garlands for the attend-
ants.
The bride who wears her going-
away frock for the ceremony may
prefer a corsage to a hand bouquet.
Orchids, gardenias and sweetpeas in
modern scroll arrangement give a
luxurious note to an otherwise sim-
ple costume. Tailored corsages,
tied with bows of green leaves, are
still another innovation for the in-
formal wedding. Since the bride’s
mother shares the limelight with the
wedding party, her flowers are im-
portant. The flattery of deep blue
iris would be lovely with any soft-
toned frock.
As effective as heirloom lace is
the scalloped, hand-patterned lace
fabric used for the youthful bridal
dress pictured. Style-important fea-
tures in the gown pictured are the
flattering round neck; the full puffed
sleeves; the quaint, fitted bodice
that buttons down the front, empha-
sizing a snug waistline; and the full
skirt. The dress has a long train,
and because it is so beautifully pat-
terned, the veil is a short one, edged
with a band of the same lace as
that in the skirt. The bride’s bou-
stopped again for a full minute; then
ten paces more.
Jody said, “What in the world—”
Wilce seized her arm and silenced
her with a quick shake. Then sud-
denly—
An inarticulate oath snarled in
Shoshone’s throat; he snatched at
Jody’s rein, whirling her pony. His
own horse came straight up on its
hind legs as he spun it at close
quarters.
“Get going!” he said between his
teeth; and brought his romal down
across her pony’s flank in a snap-
ping cut that made it plunge ahead.
She heard the rip of steel on leather
as Shoshone’s gun came out. Then
the silence of the night exploded
into happenings that were incredi-
ble.
Two guns smashed out in a swift
flurry of detonation. A queer whis-
tling grunt was knocked out of Jo-
dy’s horse. It dropped from under
her, and the ground struck upward
with stunning violence.
For a moment Jody Gordon lay
motionless, her cheek buried in the
cool snow. She was aware of fur-
ther firing, and more than one run-
ning horse, and she tasted blood
from a cut lip; but at first she was
unable to think.
Someone said, “Well, we got one
of ’em, anyway.”
“Haul him inside.”
“Look out now, Bud—no funny
business.” The voice was unknown
to her, as was the figure that now
bent over her. Suddenly the man
jerked forward to peer at her more
closely.
“What the—Hey! It’s Calamity
Jane, or somebody!”
Jody Gordon struggled to her feet,
shock giving way to anger. “You
fools, are you crazy? Bill Roper will
kill you for this!”
There was a moment’s silence,
and she sensed rather than saw that
they were looking at each other.
“Bill Roper,” one of them repeat-
ed. “She says she’s looking for Bill
Roper!”
“Lady, you better come inside!”
Dazed and shaky as the fall of her
killed horse had left her, Jody Gor-
don still appeared the most self-
possessed of them all as she al-
*hs ’
cards,” he said, “I ever seen in all
my born days!”
The younger man’s voice was
sharp and strained. “Jim, we got
to get her out of here, and get her
out quick!”
The man called Jim appeared to
consider intently, his eyes still on the
other’s face. “I ain’t so sure,” he
said after a moment. .
“You talk like a fool,” the younger
man snapped at his superior. “Look
what we got! We got the law back
of us. We got the most powerful
cowman in the West back of us. We
got one of the biggest rewards that’s
ever been hung up, right ready to
drop into our hands. We’ve located
Roper’s main shebang, after work-
ing on it for months. We got all
the odds in the world in our fa-
vor—and here comes this girl and
bogs the whole works!”
“Just how do you figure she bogs
it?”
“We got every chance of nailing
our man, right here, any hour now.
But don’t ever think we’ll nail him
without a hell of a sharp fight. Sup-
pose this girl gets hurt in this fight,
or gets loose and loses herself, or
runs out of luck some other way?
The quicker we get her out of
here—”
“Can’t.”
“What’s the reason we can’t?”
“We got the bear by the tail. She’s
dynamite so long as she’s here.
I grant you that. But what if
we leave her go? She warns Roper
off. Then where are we?”
The younger man’s eyes were
keen with a repressed excitement.
“Jim—you figur she come to meet
Bill Roper here?”
“She didn’t come here by ac-
cident,” Leathers said with convic-
tion, “any more than you or me.
And she sure didn’t come here to
throw in with us.”
A swift panic struck Jody with the
shock of a blow in the face. If
Jim Leathers wished, he could hold
her here—literally as bait with
which to draw the man whom it was
his mission to kill. If Shoshone
Wilce had got clear, and could reach
Roper, Roper would certainly attack
as soon as the best ponies of the
raiders could bring him. Or, fail-
ing to locate Roper, Shoshone Wilce
might even bring her father—and
what orders Jim Leathers had in
regard to Lew Gordon she could only
surmise.
“I’m getting sick of this,” Jody
told Jim Leathers. “You owe me
•dia
SUPERIOR SERIAL
2m—
i
a a
V
87
2
1. A pundit is a man who is—
illiterate, comical or learned?
2. What American city outside
the United States has the largest
population?
3. How long is a tennis court?
4. Where is the world’s largest
church building?
5. Which of the following had
faithless daughters—Othello, Mac-
beth or King Lear?
6. The name of Elijah Lovejoy
is associated with what?
7. Over what country does the
House of Savoy reign?
8. What organization is the
largest user of office space in the
world?
IA
L ‘ 47,/,
7,,
e/‘/
1 ,,A
1 4
y
"88
.........
-
i s •ng - 5
—A
-08
Upcoming Pages
Here’s what’s next.
Search Inside
This issue can be searched. Note: Results may vary based on the legibility of text within the document.
Matching Search Results
View 10 places within this issue that match your search.Tools / Downloads
Get a copy of this page or view the extracted text.
Citing and Sharing
Basic information for referencing this web page. We also provide extended guidance on usage rights, references, copying or embedding.
Reference the current page of this Newspaper.
Read, David. The Silsbee Bee (Silsbee, Tex.), Vol. 22, No. 12, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 12, 1941, newspaper, June 12, 1941; Silsbee, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1441516/m1/3/?q=j+w+gardner: accessed June 23, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Silsbee Public Library.