The Crosbyton Review. (Crosbyton, Tex.), Vol. 35, No. 11, Ed. 1 Friday, March 12, 1943 Page: 3 of 8
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A SERIES OF
By Mr*. Franklin D. Rootevelt
^~u"u^Fe7ture—Tlroutb «P*C'?' arraato-
( meat with Colhtt * Wttklj)
One of the great lessons we Amer-
icans will have to learn if we ever
hope to build a better foundation for
neace is that human beings the
world over have to be approached
M human beings and not as mem-
bers of a race or as adherents of a
certain religion—but just as people'
whom you may like or dislike ac-
cording to their individual charac-
I may be a Chinese, an Ar^ a
Jew, an Indian, a Negro, a German,
a Frenchman, or a Britisher still
I must be evaluated, if I am to be
fairly judged, on the basis of being
just a human .being.
We have never done this in the
world before—and we have never
had peace in the world thus far.
Freedom From Fear.
One of our four freedoms s4ftes
that we shall have "freedom from
fear." Freedom from fear, of
course, means that the world over,
people will be protected from ag-
gression, people will be protected
from" persecution because of their
race or their religion.
People will be safeguarded from
hunger and want( too, by an econ-
omy which takes into consideration
th^ basic needs of all-'thfenpeopler the
world over. j
If that is going to become a reali-
ty, then the first thing we have to
do is to' learn to meet our fellow
auman beings, recognizing the fact
that we will not love all of them,
but we will love some, and we must
get on with all, regardless of dif-
ference of race or creed.
Those whoare evil will have
to be restrained. We do that in
cor own countries everywhere.
The Chinese philosopher, Lin Yu-
tang, says in substance, in-'a retjjmt
article, that our moral attitudes the
world over are the important fac-
THJ? CROSBYTON REVIEW
*HB STORY SO FAR: Ana Lee and
CMa/Zo&y, beneficiaries under two Identi-
calwlllfof old BUI Cole, sought to dis-
cover «b had Brad the fatal .bullet at
Old Bill. Suspicion centered around
Waldron, who was living at tho
ranch when Ann and Cody arrived. Doe
ioo and the Judge, commissioned by old
B1U to carry out his last wishes, were re-
turning to town from the ranch (each
with a wUl for safekeeping) when they
were held up by a masked bandit whom
they recognized *! Bance Waldron. To
divert suspicion Ranee then klUed his
accomplice, Tom Gougb. Cal Roundtree,
foreman of the ranch, learned mean-
while that Do£ Joe still lived.
Now conUnue with the story.
. Doc Joe pulled up the chair close
to the bed and spoke softly; throt-
tling his voice down to a near-whis-
per. . •"'••• v •
"For one thing, I ain't dead now,
never was and cfon't intend to be for
a Spell yet," he said. "Get that in
your head, CaL Don't go thinking
i "You don't look ahything like what
I might suppose ""'a *ghost would
look," Cal said curtly. "Now, let's
get after this: What in the name of
blazes you been playing deaWltor?"
"For a spell,-1 had to," said Doc
Joe. "If I hadn't. Ranee Waldron
would have killed me sure, like he
did the Judge and T6miGough. He
nicked me side of the head." He put
his finger gingerly to a bit of taped
gauze over his temple. "It sort of
dazed, me. I lay on my side and
saw him step over to the Judge.
He shot the Judge between the horns
before I could wiggle a finger. Then
he looked at me. Maybe I sort of
fainted a minute; I don't quite know
or rec'lect. I was scared enough to
faint anyhow. He came back- drag-
ging Tom Gough. He shot Gough
twice and rode away. I tried.tQ: get
up. I got dizzy and sure did faint
for good. When I woke up and the
boys hauled us into town, I was out
cold. They thought I was de'ad.
Me, I got to thinking. I let 'em
keep on thinking so. Nobody knows
but Doc Evans; you and.him, now,
CaL And you're both going to keep
your mouths shut until I give the
"Ranee Waldron is downstairs
right now," said Cal, stubborn and
eager. "He killed the Judge, you
sav. And you saw him? And it's
^alnrost a dead certainty that either
him or his hired hand, Tom Gough,
tors, not what we know or what we potted old Early Bill!"
have, but our ability to choose be-
-tween right and wrong. This may
be the basis on which we shall have
•to develop some of our future co-
^ Our boys in Africa and in the Solo-
mon IslSnds deal .with natives who
haven't yet had a chance to develop
• very high type of civilization.
These boys are going a step beyond
their first contacts in Great Britain
and Australia, and' wide differences
wffl develop,, but the beginning of
the development is m Great Britain.
If we can build on the good wilt
which Great Britain has toward lis
at the moment (largely brought
,about because, in the trials through
which the British have gone, the
lenprosity of the American people
has made them grateful) we will bo
beginning a new era in the world.
Generous, Not Sacrificial.
Over here, it is hard to under-
ftand just what ccrtain things have
meant to Great Britain, because
while we have given money which
has sent mobile canteens, ambu-
lances, medical supplies,~'clothing,
food, etc., in great quantities to
Great Britain, we were only being
jenerous, not sacrihcial. , -
We have sent old clothes, but they
Were things we could do without.
However, the people who received
them over there could not do with-
out them. '
A woman in a London crowd,
for instance, one day pluckcd at
n>y sleeve and said, "My little
girl would have .been cold If it
had "hot been for the warm
clothes (he children of America
•ent us." * *
"BritUh .people show their
latitude by wanting to do things
or our American soldiers., They
realize that our coming into the
5?r a great help to their own
oys whq have fought in all parts
01 the world for the pfist three
Wars. But their gratitude goes
eeper than that: it. touches—the
islands' eVeryone in tha*~ «rouP ol
"Shut up and sit down and keep
your shirt tail tucked in! Now, lis-
ten. The Judge and me, we had
those two wills that old jackass Bill
Cole drawed up. And Mr. Ranee
Waldron's got 'em now."
And now Cal Roundtree, telling
this to Cole Cody as the two jogged
along, came to a halt. Then he be-
gan to swear explosively. And in
the epd, grown quiet after his strug-
gle with himself, he muttered dis-
,"Cody, I don't know which end.
I'm standing on. There's something
I know that I got to keep "finder my
hat, like I been doing; I almost blew
my top off and let the cat jump with
old Doc Joe; I'm near doing the_
same thing with you."
"Why not, Cal?" said Cody quiet-
ly. "You and I haven't known each
other all summer, but—what's on
your mind, old timer?"
"No," Cal growled. "Let me be.
Let me go on now and tell you the
rest that I can; what old Doc Joe
ha's got in his mind. He says Ranee
Waldron ia smart like a whole
herd of foxes; he says, no, Wal-
dron won't destroy those wills right
off; he says Waldron will play safe,
and hide 'em darn good, where the
devil himself can't find 'em, until
he sees for sure which way the wind
blows. What he says, is this: Wal-
dron will try to gobble the King
Cole Ranch and anything else lert
hanging. If he makes a go of it,
he'll burn the papers. If there's
any slip-up along the trail, well
then, with the two wills in his war
bag, he can dicker."
After a long while Cody asked,
"What does Doc Joe plan? How
long is he going to play dead?"-
That started Cal Roundtree off
again. But he got hiiriself in hand
ultimately and explained some part
of Doc Joe's plan.
"Late tonight the other doc, Parke
Evans, will find a paper in Doc's
room, signed by Doc Joe himself,
dated a couple of years ago, saying
when he's dead he yearns to be
It calls out a traditional feeling packed UP and shipped back to his
Which Pthmifr. -is-.^Agra ined in the
ople of the United States and in
we people of Great Britain—if we
®ve received something, we want
will" * return> at least 111 Kood
1® a basis on which I believe
jJP readily and permanently
tinu*!!'■ «0 k® really effective, the
ami Rations will have to build
an ,nlme P^P1® °' the nations
^understanding such as is now
Brit.) between the people of Great
States" #nd ^ people of the United
• win be slow, bat the bolld-
sotn «i.i* pe*cc'flI, world Is not
hV iu *• k® accomplished
Uk.. M*rlUn* * * treaty. It
th.7.1. U Work °Dt the rela-
but Pl' tt,en *nd women,
' hope for peace, It inost
And I think • food
tow been made.
boyhood's home which,is in dear old
Tennessee!" Cal spat far into spacj^,
"So Doc Evans will pack him'fn a
box, and haul him off with him
tomorrow, going back to Rim Rock,
and to the 'railroad at Christmas
Forks. They'll ship some sort of a
bundle and Doc Joe will hide out
for a spell with Doc Evans. Later
he'll get a chance to creep back
this-away by the dark of the moon.
Meantime we're to watch and wait
for Ranee Waldron to be making his
Arrived at the ranch they unsad-
dled, cared for their horses and said
good-night, Cal to turn in at the
bunk house and no doubt tilt bis
bottla to a long gurgle, Cole Cody
hastening up the slope to the ranch
In the starlit patio hp came upon
Porflrio lounging on a bench, wait-
ing for him. Porftrio's glowing cig-
arette described, a quick, small arc
in the gloom as Porflrlo came to his
"I'll see you in the morning, Por-
"But wait!" exclaimed Porflrlo ex-
"What the 'deuce is it?" muttered
Cody, stooping to see better. "Not
a dead cat, is It? Somebody's old
black torn—A hat!" —>'
Cody led the way into the living
room; while he was lighting a lamp
Porflrio explained how his persist-
ence had brought him to his discov-
ery. F^om the place where the man
had hiddenr-when he shot Early Bill,
Porflrio on horseback had ridden
"a score of times,, following each time
a slightly different pathr thinking,
Now^ if it waS me, and I was riding
like the wind, I'd go this way; think-
ing, And I would get rid of that hat
muy pronto. And he had looked at
all the possible hiding places, had
looked even for signs of a small hot
fire. And then at last his keen eyes
had seen a stick, a small dead pine
limb, its end sticking out from under
a sizable boulder!-
Aha! He had it! For how could a
stick get itself shoved under a rock
like that? If a man had moved that
rock now, and had been in a hurry
settling it back, and in' a hurry- to
ride on, he might with a careless
boot have kicked that stick where
it got caught under the stone!. Por-
flrio sweated over the boulder, mov-
ing it—and found the hat. .
Yes, there was a bullet hole
driUetLthrough it. There was more.'
There was everything; Cole Cody
could only regret that its message
He put his hands on hers; she per-
mitted the contact for a long
came too late. In the sweat band
were the initials, tooled through the
"Tom Gough, that's who it was,
Porflrio," he said as he tossed the
hat, now of no interest, to the ta-
ble. "But Ranee Waldron—Look,
Perfirio, Tom Gough is dead al-
ready. He's the stick-up gent that
fought it out with the Judge and Doc
Joe." — - f
Porflrio began cursing softly in
the tongue of the south. Helstarted
to the door; he saii^ good night sul-
lenly—Then of a sudden he Iwhirled
and cried out ."Dead, the $ibrone!
And so he gets away from me like
that, does he, Don Codito?" He
laughed,-and it was an evil sound
when Porflrio Lopez,^ laughed that
Cody, not yet of any mind for
bed and sleep, started a quick blaze
in the fireplace and dragged„a-.big
comfortable chair in front of it.
Sunk deep into Early Bill's peLchaic,.
rolling what he thought was -to
be a good night cigarette, he did
not hear a door open and close
softly, nor did he hear light oncom-
ing steps. What he heard first was
a subdued voice saying,
"Hello, Cole Cody. Mind If I join
you and the fire a minute? I can't
He rose and drew up a companion
chair; the young firelight, catching
at a stick of pitch-pine, flared up
'and shone brightly on his face and
litfifc Ann Lee's as they stood a mo-
ment looking seriously at each oth-
er; it shone in their eyes and made
"Ann Lee," he said after a while.
"What is it, Cole?" she asked.
Both their voices were quiet, hers
-"You realize by this time, don't
you,..that there's not a chance in the
world of either you or me ever com-
ing to own any part of t&e King Cole
"Yes." She spoke very simply,
not seeming or sounding in the least
concerned; scarcely interested. He
•heard ber long; -quivering sigh be-
fore she added, "Maybe it's funny,
but I don't seem to care any more.
After what has Just happened—those
two dear old men—"
Darn your hide, Doc Joel It was
hard for BUI Cole Cod# to keep
from violating Car's confidence, just
as it had been a man's job for Cal
to keep from blurting out something
else he knew, something he felt
bound to keep to himself.
Little by little, out of these drift-
ing silences, they fell to - talking
briefly and sketchily about each oth-'
er, about themselves.
They laughed a little together, and
came_£loser each other than ever
before, when they started to speak
at the same instant and with the
"Why, your father and mine, too,
must have been gregt friends!"
Cody made himself another ciga-
rette and, instead of smoking it or
even remembering that he had
made it to smoke, sat rolling and
rolling it with his lean, strong fin-
gers. He said without looking up,
"I could almost be glad—in a way,
I would be glad if it wasn't that
Ranee Waldron might come to profit
by it—that those two wills are, any-
how for the present and maybe foi
goodr-out of -tile picture. -Ail we've
done, maybe all we'd' ever do, is
fight like cat and dog over the"
darned plage! Maybe now—well,
maybe we can get along without
fighting! It might be fun for a
change, Ann Lee?"
"I'm a beast njost of the time,
I'm afraid,^-"she said contritely.
"And I try so hard not to be! Hon-
estly, Bill Cole Cody, I try terribly
He put his hand on hers; she per-
mitted the contact for a long mo-
ment, then gently slid her fingers
out from under his and, palm up-
ward, let them cilrl again on her
"I guess I shouldn't haye spanked
you—so hard, anyhow! ~
"I deserved every bit of it—and
harder!" But he saw that the hoi
color in her cheeks now was not al-
together the affair of the fire. **
"And^I guess I oughtn't to have
kissed you on the stage—the way 1
"Let's not quarre], any more, ev-
er," she said hur-riedly. She lifted
her eyes to his. "We have been
friends, in a way, haven't we? We
do like each other, even after all
that's happened; I know^we do."
He said soberly, "You're being
mighty sweet, Ann Lee. I never
knew a girl like you!"
_ "I love fireplaces! One like this;
look how the coals are forming now!
Do you like to find pictures in them?
Of course, everybody does. The fire-
place is one of the things, that makes
me love this room." She stirred
slightly and sighed; she moved her
arms, crossing them, her hands on
her shoulders, giving herself a little
hug; she said, "Dear-old Early Bill,
he did try, didn't he? Tried so hard
to 'have him his fun" and at the
same time to do something splen-
did for you and me, for his old
friends' son and daughter. Well,
I've a tiny fireplaqe^all my own at
home, and when I go back to teach-
"Ann! What are you talking
about? You haven't forgotten, have
you, the money he left for us in the
bank, fifty-fifty? We know £ha\ Buck-
tooth Jenkins got that ten thousand
into the pot; you heard the Judge
say there was a whole lot more!
And you talking about teaching!"
"Honestly, cross my heart and
hope to die," she exclaimed, "I had
forgotten all about that part of it!
Why, there are thousands and thou-
sands there, all yours and mine!"
Aunt Jenifer cleared her throat
considerately in the far, dim end
of the "Jong room-
"Mind if T come in, you two?"
she asked, and came straight ahead.
"I'm close to getting the jim-jams,
all alone in my room. And I got
to thinking about a pot of coffee and
—you two..fighting again?"
Cody gave her his chair, squatted
on the corner of the hearth and
started a fresh cigarette. Ann Lee
began to laugh.
And thus began on the King Cole
Ranch a short period of time into
wHich entered many a pleasant mo-
ment, with moments of quiet peace,
moments qf spontaneous happiness,
flitting all too- swiftly because al-
Lesson for March 14
Lesson subjects and Sorlpture texts se-
lected and copyrighted by International
Council of Religious Education; used by
IN THE UPPER ROOM
LESSON TEXT—John 13:12-20; 14:1-8.
■ GOLDEN TEXT—Jesus salth unto him,
I am the way, and the truth, and ths
life: no one cometh unto the Father, but
by me.—John 11:8.
Buy canned goods with clean
wrappers and refuse.anything that if it Js always in direct com
There are -60
drops in an ordl-
ments when Ann Lee surprised a
look in Bill Cole Cody's whifch he
did not know was there, which no
other girl had ever put there; and
times when he, trying to read what
lay in her mind, what she felt deep
down in her heart even, dreamed
his dreams. J
They rode together hours on end,
memorizing the lovely details of the
vast King Cole Ranch. Once Ann
Lee, as.they came to the crest of a
rise of land from which they could
look for miles across a glory of
undulating panorama, exclaimed
breathlessly, "Oh, Cole! If this real-
ly could be our^!" And he repeated
within himself, not looking at her
but into the furthest blue distance,
his jaw hard and his eyes narrowed,
And his thoughts switched swiftly,
as so often they did, to the vanished
Ranee Waldron. 'For since that night
in Bald Eagle, none at the ranch
had seen or heard of him. Ranee
Waldron had simply faded out of the
picture, leaving no inkling of where
Calvary and crucifixion were jusl
ahead. Jesus gathered His disciples
for a time of communion and in-
struction as thiey. spent their last
would come betrayal, but now they^
and their Lord were together in the
upper room.. *
B,ut even here strife and dissen-
sion had apparently coftie in. There
was prol/ably some difference oi
opinion as. to >who ~sjtould have the
-place of honor, "to teach them the
virtue of humility Jesus gave them
an example; after which He cqjitinf
tied with the precious counsel and
prayer wKlchT"Sre found in John 14
Our lesson presents three things
which our Lord gave to His disciples
and to us (see John 17:20).
I. His Example—"Do as I Have
The act of Jesus in washing the
disciples' feet placed Him, their Lord
and Teacher, on the level of the
most menial servant. It was an as-1
tonishing thing that He did, lower-
ing Himself below their level to
His application of the object les-
son was equally starUing. "Ye call
me Teacher and Lord, and ye say
well," said He. Then as learners
and servants He required of them
the humility which would make
them eager to do lowly service in
There are more than enough folk
who are willing to do the nice, pleas-'
ant thitfgs^in the church, where they
will ,be given recognition and praise.
All too scarce are those Christlike
folk who will serve, in the hidden
places where darkness, suffering,
disease and sin make the natural
man recoil in distress or fear.
IIn His Assurance—"If I G« I
Will Come Again" (14:
Following His resurrection Jesus
was to go to the Father. He wanted
them to be prepared for that time
by making known to them the fact
of His coming again. In that day
His own shall be received unto Him-
self to abide with Him forever.
The second coming of Christ is
not a strange doctrine held by
little groups of people who are rid-
ing a theological hobby. It is one
of the most blessed truths of Scrip-
ture. The hope of the Christian-
yes, the only real hope of this dis-
ordered world—is the coming of
Christ to reign. The New Testa-
ment is full of plain and helpful
teaching on this subject.
While we await His coming, then,
is there any encouragment for us
as the burdens bear down and the
'way seems long? Yes, He says:
"Let not your heart be troubled"
(v. 1). There is little question that
this passage has comforted more
people than any other word in Scrip*
Countless bewildered and broken
souls in all lands and times have
here found the steadying assurance
of the one who has the power to
give them rest and comfort.
There is good foundation for their
composure of heart", in troubled
world. They believe in God, and in
Christ, who is one with the Father.
Here is real security—infinitely su-
perior-to-aught thSS^orld caiLgixe.
~ "Then at the end of the road are
the eternal dwelling places. What
they are like is sufficiently revealed
in the fact that they are in the Fa-
ther's house. How shall we reach
them? That is our last point We
III. His Guidance—"I Am the
Way" (vv. 4-6).
To Christ's declaration that they
knew the way, Thomas responded
with a request for a definite state-
When washing dishes used. lor
either raw or cooked fish, about
two heaping teaspoonful^-of baking
soda added to the dish water will
deodorize the - dishes and dish
• • •
Frocks worn constantly, always
get grubby-looking inside the col-
lars and1' across the shoulders.
Sponge them lightly b\it frequently
with a little eau-de-Cologne and
they will keep beautifully fresh
Peroxide of hydrogen will re-
move perfume stains from linen
a * • •
Keep matches but of reach oi
the baby's hands.
• • *
Before icing the cake, brush it
over with the beaten white of an
with the sun's rays. To
dampen a ball of tissue paper
njethylated spirit and rub well, j
polishing with a soft chamois
leatberi Avoid touching the frame
with the spirit. The same treat-
ment is good for windows.
Never leave medicine or bev-
erages uncovered in a sickroom.
■ If yon are about to clean gar-
ments in gasoline or naphtha, wait
for a nice day and do the job out-
side, where it is safe.
• • •
Homemade biscuits will be dif-
is used instead of the liquid called
for in the recipe.
way& the shadow came1 back, mo- ment. He wanted to be sure, and
Christ responded by reminding him
that He, their Lord, is this "way,
the truth, and the life." Surely there
could be no more complete provi-
sion for the guidance of the heavenly
Christ is "the way." If one takes
the right road he will reach the
right destination though he "cannot
at first see it cleanly. Perhaps this
is the commorfest mistake of the
Christian. He frets too much about
what lies ahead . . . and not enough
about taking thejrj^ht road" (Lesson
Ho it "the truth." He is the final
and complete revelation of God, and
is. therefore the One 'who will lead
all those who walk the way by faitb
into the fullness of the truth. To
know Christ is to know- God.
He is "the life." He is life, and
He alone can give eternal life to
man. There is none other to whom
man may turn for JUfe, but in
Christ, it is found, *hd from Him it
may be received by faith.
We have only touched the briefest
beginning of whattdok place on that
he had gone or why or for how long.. Mmsrkable evening in the upper
And so the days drifted by, with room.l ft wis'* time of richest aplr-
summer ripening, and Cole Cody jtuaj significance, of dark betrayal.
and Ann Lee with Aunt Jenifer lin<
iTO Bt CONTINUED)
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Curry, W. M. The Crosbyton Review. (Crosbyton, Tex.), Vol. 35, No. 11, Ed. 1 Friday, March 12, 1943, newspaper, March 12, 1943; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth256023/m1/3/: accessed May 26, 2019), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Crosby County Public Library.