True stories of old Houston and Houstonians: historical and personal sketches / by S. O. Young. Page: 169
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HOUSTON AND HOUSTONIANS 169
cent reading matter out of it as you ever saw. Old Uncle Dick
Wescott was running the Age at that time and was perfectly
familiar with all the details of the crime. He went for the
doctor hot-footed and heaped ridicule and scorn on his head, but
he might as well have poured water on a duck's back. The doctor
was simply incorrigible.
Another great character of that same time was Colonel Charley
Martin, who was city editor on the Telegram. He was of a
different type, and he had nothing of the sensational or startling
about him. He was a good newspaper man and a dignified gentleman.
He was a scrapper from away back, which made for
his success, for in those days there were no convenient managing
editors to stand sponsor for everything in the paper, but every
reporter had to fight for his own items.
Charley soon established a "reputation" and after that he had
clear sailing, and his whole career might have been one of dignity
and success to the end but for an accident.
One cold winter night, after a hard day's work, the colonel
sought pleasure, relaxation and, incidentally a warm place, at the
theatre. Milt Noble was playing "Phoenix" at Perkins Hall and
there was a big audience there. The house being full the manager
gave the colonel a box all to himself. He watched the play
for a few minutes, then being weary and the seat in the box
being very comfortable, he promptly went to sleep. He was
snoring away peacefully, when a noise on the stage brought him
to earth and he opened his eyes on the famous fire scene. He
did not know for a moment where he was. All he knew was
that the house was on fire, and yelling "Fire!" "Fire!" at the top
of his voice, he leaped out of the box onto the stage. The audience
thought it was part of the play and applauded loudly,
but Charley knew better. He slipped out of a side door and left
town the next morning before the story got out. He went to
Dallas and did not come back to Houston for ten yeas.
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PROOF THAT FLIES THINK.
B EING somewhat bald I have had rather more difficulty and
trouble with flies than the average man. They have acted
meanly with me, too, and at times, have actually gone
out of their way to annoy me. I have read all about their spreading
disease and of how filthy they are and furthermore I know
that everything that has been said to their disparagement is
true, yet in the face of all this I have learned to admire and to
almost honor the fly. I have discovered that they have'sense
Just like folks and that their have a fine appreciation of the hu
morous side of things.
Not long ago they formed the habit of coming n roam nd
sitting on my bed waiting for me to try to take my aterool
nap. I got a towel and went for them. Thy Sim1ly dodged,
laughed and made such a lot of Wy racket that bthe fhrom the
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Young, Samuel Oliver. True stories of old Houston and Houstonians: historical and personal sketches / by S. O. Young., book, 1913; Galveston, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth24646/m1/169/: accessed September 25, 2017), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; .