Claude News (Claude, Tex.), Vol. 43, No. 52, Ed. 1 Friday, September 2, 1932 Page: 4 of 4
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on every purchase of Gro-
store was the first tar LOW*
i price of GROCERIES in Claude,
ire we are your friend. Grocery
appreciate this special favor by
p their groceries from us, and we
thank "them most cordially for that fa-
tor. A truck load of GOOD EATS were
cfarayed from Amarillo Thursday even-
ing in our truck and you will find us
STILL REDUCING the price of gro-
ceries. Look over our window prices
and if you do not find what you want
at LOWER PRICES, we will have it
in the store. Visit us Friday and Sat-
urday, Sept, 2nd and 3rd.
PAUL HOOD'S 1
"QUALITY FOODS" g
WFA
DANCE
ALL N1TE
SUNDAY, September 4th
9 till 3 a. m.
ST. FRANCIS
All Nite 75c All Nite
Ninth Installment
Synopsis: Johnny Brcen, 16 jrears oM,
who hts spent all lus Hfe aboard a Hudson
river tugboat plying naar Near York Gtjr, is
made motherless by an explosion which siaks
the tug and tosses him into the river. He
swims and crawls ashore where starts a aew
tnd strange life. He is icaerant, cannot read,
snd knows nothing of life in a great eity. . ..
Beaten and chased by toughs he is rescued
by s Jewish family living off the Bowery la
the rear of their second hand clothing store.
, . . Here he is opeuly courted by the young
daughter. Brcen fights bullies in self-defense
i . . . and soon is picked up by aa uascrupur
* loui menager who cheats him—until "Pug"
V Malone at the saloon fight club, attracted to
the boy, takes him under his wina. . . . On
live other side cf the picture sre the wealthy
Van Horns of Fifth Avenue. There is a
Gilbert Van Horn, last of the great family,
s Ijachelur, in whose life is a hidden chapter
with hit mother's maid—who leaves the home
—tu be lost in the city life—when Gilbert is
sciuied. ... It was reported the maul married
sn old csptain of a river tug . . . rather w
return borne—and was soon a mother. .
ruder M alone'• guardianship young Breeu
develops last. . . . "Pug" discovers the boy
csnnot read—starts him to night school and
the world commences to open for Johnny
Ureen . . . Malone. an old-timer, is backed
ii, a health-farm venture—taking Breen with
hi-u. There they meet and come to know
Giilert Van Horn. John attracts Van Horn,
who learns of Breen's mother, named Har-
riet. Learning John's desire for an engineer
tug course at Columbia University — he
advances the money. John comes to know
Josephine, Van Horn's wsrd. Now we and
John at school.
NOW GO ON WITH THI STORY.
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Suddenly John Brcen (tumbled. Hit
hands shot out before him at he fell,
something yielded, and in an agony of
realization he clutched desperately as
he plunged head foremost through the
door of a night-owl lunch car, backed
against the head of a slip. Light in-
stead of darkness, warmth, and the
steaming aroma of a coffee urn, not
the slime and cold of the river! With
a bound his senses came to him. A look
of terror froze upon his face.
"WodelyouhaVe ?" The sleepy lunch
car watcher roused himself suddenly
and removed a pair of brogans from
the counter. He eyed John suspiciously.
out with case-hardened skulls that
crack if they get ideas. Few of 'em
ever crack," he added dryly. "What
about him, doctor?" Harboard asked
anxiously. The maid was tucking
John in, and one of the hall attend-
ants come up with some warm milk.
"Needs rest, 1 should say; nursing—
a change. But what a body! Best all
'round specimen I've come across in a
long while. Nothing overdone; smooth
as silk. What is he, anyhow ?"
"Been a scrapper. A regular knock-
'm-out," Harboard explained, lower-
ing his voice. "Something fine about
the hoy, though. He has kU'as, that'i
The Imperial Barber Shop.
'""""The shop that service built."
Laundry Agency Shower and Tub Baths.
We carry a good line of Tonics, Oils,
ect. for retail.
PHONE 193
R. E. Blanton
Carl W. Appling.
ATTENTION FARMERS
There is a report being circulated that
our mill has changed ownership, but
this is NOT TRUE!
We are still exchanging FLOUR for
WHEAT, and give you more than you
can get elsewhere. Remember we give
you 28 pounds of Good flour for every
bushel of wheat you bring us. We in-
vite you to bring us your wheat, as we
are grinding all the time.
WHITE DEER ROLLER MILL
White Deer, Texas.
A Savings Account Is
More Than Money
Your saving!) account is worth more to you than Just Um
money It Involve*. It represents increased self-confidence, flnsm-
cl&l Independence, the ability to grasp sound opportunities. It's
valuable from every angle.
American State Bank
OP AMARILLO. TKXA8
What In the world? What In
the world? Here It Is way along
after the middle of August and
there hasn't been a single solitary
one of our friends come wagging
a watermelon in the office and
aaid: "Here boys, you've been put-
ting out a nice paper, we've en-
joyed It and inasmuch as we've
fot too many watermelons anyway.
1 Juet thought rde fetch one In
for ran."
Hmt H s pretty eerious propo-
rected right away. There is -some
one among you boys who have
been Just a little careless but if
you'll take care of this little matter
within the next day or two we'll
try to forgive your sin of omission
this time. The writer not only
feels pretty hurt about the matter
but Reese and Aaron are going
with their feelings on their sleeves,
a long face and a woe-be-gone in-
flection In their speech—when they
speak.—Collingsworth Standard.
You become a driver, or an ass, and
pos.itily both. You attempt to impose
your ideas upon human beings, you
show them how to lay a thousand
bricks where formerly they only placed
halt as many in the same space of
time. You develop systems of efficiency
and mass production, but none of you
has the slighest conception of the un-
derlying problems of human life. Does
life become more bearable or more
productive of happiness? By heaven,
we know more atiout teaching in the
kindergarten than we do in the schools
of applied sciencc. Science—a great
word, John, a word to conjure with,
especially when upplied. The rigorous
application of science to life. Ah, this
would lead—" Harboard stopped and
looked closely at John. Thi- face of
the student was white, drawn. •
"What would it lead to-" John was
eager.
"To Christianity, John. To toler-1
ance:"
When Harboard left. John thought
long and earnestly upon the things the
older man had criticized. Mentally he
was far less able than when he en
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Ths whole world begsn to totter; the dsrk span of the Brooklyn Bridge towered
like s massive threst. '
tered the schools of higher learning.
.Midnight came and John still sat
dull-eyed. His pipe had gone out and
fore him loomed like a mountain of
lead •
Of a sudden John Breen lost his
hold on the job ahead. He tore off his
green shade, slipped on his coat,
caught his cap and started out of the
door, walking down the stairs is if in
a trance.
Out through the black wicket of the
dorms, down the long, wet black-paved
avenue, below the naked, windswept
arches of the great cathedral rising
gaunt and massive against the duu
orange of the midnight sky, lit by a
billion distant city lamps, reflected
downward from the cloudy vault. It
was raining, and this seemed to fit
his mood. On, and on, away from
books, away from tasks and task-
masters, and away from his drudging,
grinding self, be trudged. He turned
down l ift!) Avenue, and ran easily
on the hard gravel, close to the low
coping • I granite. At Forty-ninth
Street he turned east to Third Avenue,
and still dogtrotted on toward the
south. Policemen, flattened in door-
ways, took him for a home-bound
watchman, or night worker, running
to escape the rain. •
As he neared the Bowery, a strange
fatigue came over him. He slowed to
a walk Chills seized his frame. His
teeth chattered. He began to run
again; pain in his joints filled him
with torture. He continued his pace,
doggedly, passing l>elow the deep
shadow of Cooper Union, where he
had spent such marvelous nightt,
where his soul had glimpsed the big-
ness of the universe. For a while he
forgot the shooting pains and rushed
ahead, wild with sudden desire.
It was after one-thirty when he
passed the Clothing Emporium. He
searched for the name of l.IPYITCH
in faded letters. He thought of knock-
ing at the door, stopped for a moment
and then in new gilt letters he saw the
words, Aaron Levy, Successor, be-
neath the old sign of the Emporium—
New and Second Hand His bearing!
were gone. Where was Gannon L.ip-
vitch "* Where was he ? Now the city
was driving him back again to the
slimy waters of the harbor. The whole
world began to totter; the dark span
of the Brooklyn Bridge towered like
a massive threat, magnified by the wet
mist as he had seen it once before.
Car* clanged, vessels bulked high
above him He walked across the wide
river-front street Ho was playing a
game with himself, and in it he forgot
his misery.
"Coffee." John uttered the word in
a hollow voice. His head felt queer.
The stuffy warmth of the car was
grateful.
The man in the lunch car nibbed
his eyes, shuffled over to a small cup-
board. took out a heavy china mug
without a handle. He dashed some
white fluid into tbis from a can with
a spout, and placed the cup under the;
tap of the urn, running it full. Sud-
denly John realised that he had on an;
old suit, saved for evening study, that,
be had left his room without a cent in
his pocket. Even his vest, in which he
sometimes carried change, and his
watch, had been left behind.
"Wodelyouhave, doughnuts or pie?"
the man asked.
"Hold on," John hastened to warn
him, "I'm flat. Haven't a red cent with
me. But—"
"Thought so," interrupted the man
Ixbind the counter, "but see'n yer so
damn honest, have a couple sinkers,"
and he passed the rings to John.
"Thanks," John munchcd the dough-
nuts ravenously
"Don't mention it. Keep the change."
The sleepy lunch car man settled com-
fortably on his perch.
"I'll send the money down to-
morrow."
"Send it ? Rats' I took this job at
supper, an' I'm quittin' at breakfast.
The guiy what owns it's married an'
home sleepin' wid bis wife. Damn glad
you wa'n't no stick-up. Get the hell
out o' here an' let me sleep."
John Breen again went into the wet.
He looked at the river. A shudder of
terror came over him. He turned and
ran westward, the warmth of the
coffee gradually wearing away. But as
he chilled he knew that he had to keep
going, he caught his second wind, lie
knew that he was heading for the
dorms.
It was ten o'clock in the forenoon
when the grayhaired dormitory maid
entered Jolui Breen's room. Damp
clothing hung over the chair near his
bed, and John, in fevered slumber,
tossed in his blankets. He had returned
at daybreak and throwing off his
clothes and rolled into his bed half
dead with exhaustion.
Harboard, on his way to an early
seminar, stopped to investigate. John's
door was open, the maid was talking
volubly, the hall superintendent and a
young doctor, a great bulk of a man,
bent over the bed
"Bad?" asked Harboard anxiously.
"Fever and exhaustion." The doctor,
a famous footlwll coach, turned to
Harboard, adding with non-profes
sional candor, "I can't make him out."
He held a stethoscope in his hand.
"Heart and lungs O.K. Know him?"
the doctor asked.
"Well; we are rather good friends.
He was all right last night, but—"
| "Here, you mean?" the Doctor tap-
I ped his forehead knowingly. His swift
(eye took in the disorder of scattered
; textbooks and papers.
"Engineering," explained Harlioard.
" 'Applied Hence.' Rottenest cram-
ming system in the world. Kills tliem
off quick, or, if they hold out, nine
• out of ten are mentally strained. Come
the trouble with him. We were talk-
ing last night. 1 never reuli/ed his
state, or— Well, thank Cod it's no
worse. Anyhow he's got to quit for a
while." e
The doctor looked about. "Right.
Complete rest, and a change. (Jet him
out Ut It II -. lie uutlUul iUCctuii) ul
the room and its furnishings.
"Have you Mr. Van Horn's ad-
dress?" Harboard asked of the super-
intendent. "I think he had Letter be
advised."
• ♦ •
Josephine Lambert was enjoying one
of her periods of retirement, times
when she sought seclusion, times when
she took herself w ith elaborate serious-
ness. It was past ten in the evening;
she was absorbed in the life story of
Marie Bashkirtseff. Her long lashes,
dark in contrast with her hair, gave
her an air of study, a bare knee peeped
from the white folds of her gown, a
pink roguish knee Her feet were
doubled under her.
Josephine was reading the strange
will of Marie Bashkirtseff "1 do not
think I have ever had any base, in-
terested, depraved thoughts. It is
rarely that one can say this, but in my
case it is true."
On the night Josephine was reading
Bashkirtseff, and later on leisurely
preparing for bed. John Breen was
coming to the breakaway with his
overload of study Josephine lingered
in the warmth of her bedroom, a fire
burning in the grate. Aunt Wen had
gone to bed but Josephine was very
much awake
She had taken John Breen's photo-
graph from Van Horn's room, theoi:e
in short fighting trunks, his right list
guarding his abdomen, his lrft ad-
vanced, his eves straight ahead, a stiff
pompadour rising from his forehead.
John had a look of the most insolent
confidence on his determined face
Josephine looked at John's picture.
She smiled. Putting it on her dresser
she dropped her robe and stood be-
fore the tall mirrors; for a moment
she assumed the pose of the fighter "I
strip neat, myself," she murmured,
coloring. And then she slipped into her
pajamas and jumped into the big bed
under the canopy
Her hand reached for the light
switch. She looked over at the photo-
graph "Young prize fighter, I'd have
you dizzy, if you were here." And
then she laughed. What would Marie
Bashkirtseff have done, with a fighter?
* * *
Van Horn motored down from
Greenliough, tearing at a wild pace,
Pug Malone at his side and Judge
Kelly in the back bouncing about like
a rubber ball. The heavy Rolls to<ic
the road with smooth workmanlike
speed. A telegram, from Harboard,
had located Van Horn at the farm.
John was sick. The thing was in-
credible. In the meantime the house
j in the middle fifties was astir,
i Josephine In a flutter. Hid she
; dreamed this, or what?
Continued Next Week
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We pause long enough to remember
An do honor to those who labor,
For Labor Is high in public favor,
Just as OUR pure rich Milk's won
Friends and friends by the ton
For the public is far from slow
The finest Milk in town to know.
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WAG-INN, CLAUDE, TEXAS.
(Continued From First Page)
Scouts went on their first hike.
On Thursday morning at 10 o'clock
we left the block east of the
Baptist Church. 27 scouts mounted
were accompanied by Sheriff Ran-
del Rofeer, Robert McLared and
the Scout Master.
The troop went by Bdltor Ham-
ner's home and saluted our good
friend, Mrs. Hamner. It was the
first troop of mounted men she
had seen since 1866.
The troop raster Included: Mr.
A. V. Nelson's little boys, now
of Claude, Mr. O. P. Smalley's
little boys aew of Claude and
Washington D. C., James MoOaleb,
a minister of Tenn., Bill Mc-
Clendon. a batchler of Amarillo,
Denson Hill, Hereford, Lee Mc-
Laren,, a mining engineer of
Mexico William Warner, deceased
and eighteen others memory will
not reeall. Yes , Rutherford Mar-
tin of Atttona, was the scout a
cyote bark brought Into camp.
We Camped at COl. Goodnlght's
oM heme ever Sunday. Uncle Reu-
ben Rovers of Wayside gave us
all the Watermelons and Cante-
lopes we could eat. Home Mon-
day evening, a groupe of girls
mounted met us 3 miles south
of town.
1M biscuit* were eaten at the
Sunday Dinner, and no one sick.
Home Sat.
In all Camping not a scout
has been injured in the 20 years.
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WANELL CHURCH ENTERTAINS
On Tuesday. August 30th, from
6 p. m. until 8 p. m. Wanell
Church, daughter of Mr. and Mrs.
Fred Church assisted by her mo-
ther and daddy, entertained a
group of her school friends with
a chicken fry.
After several games led by Mrs.
Ted Hughlett, these little folks'
2nd grade teacher, were played
and enjoyed, they gathered around
the tables which were loaded with
fried chicken, weenies, buna, pickles,
Potato Chips, sad animal
5H Per Cent Farm And Ranch Loans
A Dollar Saved Is a Dollars Beamed—
$3000.00 at 7 per cent Interest Is 1310.00
13000.00 at Stt per cent Interest Is S1S6.00
Save the difference (45.00 each
It Is a pleasure to explain our plan
CLAUDE NATIONAL FARM LOAN
ASSOCIATION
A. V. NELSON, Sec'y
and ate until they could eat no
more.
Those who were present to en-
Joy this outing were: Sherwood
Mclntlre, Alvln Joe Ledwlg, Travis
Puckett, George Benson Keeter,
Don Watson, Mary Lolse Pafford,
Luella B. January, Mary Joe Hud-
son, Effle June Yelton. Ouendoln
Wilshlre, Gloria IMae Caldwell,
Edna Fay Allen, Rowena Tumey,
Mrs. Ted Hughlett, Mr. and Mrs.
Art Mclntlre, Mrs. Calvin Flnley,
and the Hostess Wanell Church
and her parents. They regreted
very much that their first grade
teacher Miss Singleton was un-
able to attend.
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CHRISTAIN MISSIONARY SO-
CIETY MEETS
The Woman's Missionary Society
of The First Chrlstaln Church
meets with Mrs. R. M. Hunter
for an all day meeting Wednesday,
September 7th, 1032.
Leader—Mrs. Lloyd Nelson.
Topic—From War Paths to Paths
of Peace.
The Lord's Prayer
Hymn—"Savior Like a Shepherd
Lead Me"
Scripture (Read by leader)—An
Inllan Translation of 33rd. Psalm
Do You Know Thatr-Mrs. Camp-
bell
Foofprints Along the Trail—Mrs.
C. B. Hunter
(Above found In Aug. world call.)
The Rices of Whiter Swan—Mrs.
Wayne McMurry
(Oct. 1031 World Call.)
An All Indian Campflre Group
—Mrs. Hynds
(April 1030 World Call)
Olvlng Our Hostess a Home-
Mrs. Bailey
(May 1931 World Call)
Hidden Answers.
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CELERRATE USD SIR'
August 36th being Mrs. J.
(grandma) Howe's birthday,
Claud* Howe Invited a number dt
the girls of the seventies to meet
at her home about 7 o'clock; •n#
which ah* phoned Grandma to
come over. When she arrived she
found the following assembled:
Mrs J. C. Bagwell, Mrs. E. C.
Clay, Mrs. Ada Appling, Mrs.
Fowler. Mrs. Hawthorne, Mrs.
Hughlett also Mrs Newberry and
A1 J.
Conversation was enjoyed for
quite a while then games of
skill and action were in order,
high honors going to Mrs. Clay
and Mrs. Howe. Both ladles are
around the 80 year mark but for
ease and grace of action they
would be the envy of those much
much younger.
After all had exercised enough
to be ready for something to
cat, refreshments of cake and
cream were served them. The hour
being 10:30 the glrh said their
mothers had taught them to be
on their way home at that time.
All left wllshlng many more birth-
days to find Grandman In her
good health.—A Ouest.
(Continued from Page I)
not averse to using their name In
a business way. The head of the
family, Monrad Hell, an ice cream
manufacturer, has signs reading:
"Go to Hell for ice cream" scat-
tered throughout the city. An-
other sign reads: "Ice cream from
Hell guaranteed pure and cooling."
Still another bears this Inscription:
"Have you been to Hell? It is the
coolest place In Falrwell."
As a stranger enters main street
he Is stPitied by a big board read-
ing: "Hell is here; don't miss the
place." A block further down the
street this sign is encountered:
"You will find everybody there on
a hot day, Hell Is always open."
The big sign, which, however,
attracts so much attention, Is In
front of Hell's place of business.
It represents a young couple eat-
ing Ice cream and the young lady
says to her escort. "Hell for mine
iljrays."—New York Tribune.
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