Mount Pleasant Daily Times (Mount Pleasant, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 180, Ed. 1 Monday, October 7, 1929 Page: 4 of 4
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HT. PLEASANT DAILY TIME!* MONDAY, OCTOBER 7, 1929.
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ATTEND FUNERAL [
OF MRS. C. M. ROGERS
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THE RAILROAD BUILT TO SERVE YOU. ROUTE YOUR
FREIGHT VIA THIS LINE OF PERSONAL TOUCH.....The Schedules
of our connecting lines at Paris enable us to give you good service
to and from all points. Your patronage will be appreciated.
| ROBERT E. WILLIAMS
NT. PLEASANT DAILY TIMES
G. W. CROSS, Editor.
NINETY-ONE DEATHS A DAY
Entered at the postoffice at Mt. Pleas-
ant, Texas, as secondclass mail matter
All obituaries, resolutions of respeet,
eards of thanks, etc., will be charged
for at regular rates.
NOT NECESSARY
Landlady (to hoarder): "You need-
n’t polish your knife and fork so
carefully, Mr. Snively. It isn’t neces-
sary, and besides, you only soil the
napkin With it.”—Tit-Bits.
Whether due to poor control of
traffic, reckless or indifferent driv-,
ing, the greater number of cars in
use, or all of these, deaths in motor-
car accidents are steadily increasing.
In New York City during the first
eight months of this year there were
in the same period last year, and in
Philadelphia 263 as compared with
213 in the same period of 1928. Dur-
The following people from other
towns attended the funeral of Mrs. C.
M. Fogeys at tVu> Bapfint Church Sun
day afternoon: Mr. and Mrs. John
Denney and daughter of Italy, Mr. and
Mrs. R. L. Cason, Mrs. Raymond
Traylor, Mr. ami Mrs. Leon Cason,
Mr. and Mrs. Jack Cason, Mr. and
Mrs. Griff Cason, of Daingerficld;
Mias Eva Heath and Mrs, Ben Heath
of Douglasville; Mr. and Mrs. Ray-
mond Johnston of Wichita Falls; Miss
Mary Stevens of Dallas. Mr. and Mrs.
Nople Lindsey and Mrs. Grafton Lind-
sey of Texarkana; Billy McLeroy of
Livingston,; Herman McLeroy of
Commerce; Mrs. Jess Wilkes and Mr.
and Mrs. J. D. Haynes if Mt. Vernon,
Mrs. Frank Welch of Sulphur Springs.
The church was crowded to its full
capacity, many being unable to find
seats, and the floral offerings were
profuse and very beautiful.
Delphian Club
On Friday afternoon, October 4th,
the Alpha Delphian club held its first
meeting of the new club year at the
home of Mrs, T. :R. Bassett. After
roll call and current evnts, Mrs. 0.
821 fatalities as compared with 666 C. Lilienstern, president, made a short
talk on the work begun and accom-
plished during the administration of
the past president, Mrs. Caldwell, and
ing August in the country as a Wlm!j alsoasked for continuation of this in-
91 persons were killed by automo lles
every day, a rate of 83.21b a year.
If that many were killed in war in a
year the country would mourn and
the pacifists would be violently vocal,
but little attention is attracted to an
equal number of killings hy rnotor-
jears and nothing is done about it.
Nearly 5000 American children un-
1 der 15 years of age have been killed
, by automobiles during the past year,
j Motor traffic during the past decade
erest and co-operation in the way of
civic improvement and community
service, stressing the thought, “to at-
tempt less and accomplish more,”
Mrs. Johnston conducted an interest-
ing program on “The Place of France
in Modern Civilization, add Her Ad-
vance Toward That Place.”
BOTH DESERVE CREDIT
KIRBY TRANSFER CO.
ML Pleasant to Paris
Daily trucks service to and from
all points between Paris and Mt.
Pleasant. Headquarters at Rogers
Garage. Phone 222. 3-6pd
Sunday School Teacher—Can you
: has caused the death of nearly 190,000 |tell me who made you, Joseph?
j Americans, old and young, and with' Joseph—God made part of me.
ithe continuing vast increase in the! Teacher-—Why. wind dn yon mean
[number of cars such figures can hard- ■ by that?
ly fail to be enormously expanded. | Joseph—Well, he made me little
Occasionally there is a complaint of I and I just growed the rest myself.
the “placidity” of the public in the | ---
midst of such appalling conditions, SOMETHING MORE FORMIDABLE
but there appears to be no lessening ---
of the public’s seeming apathetic in-J “That speech,” said the secretary,
difference. The public seems to ac-, “will enable anybody to know exactly i
cept such slaughter as a matter of j what you had in mind.”
i oourge for which there is no remedy,: “Do you think so?” exclaimed the
LOST-—A large sample case on inasmuch as everybody must have a Senator. “In that case we’d better
highway between Daingerfield and cnr—or two or three of them—and‘get to work immediately and rewrite
Mt Pleasant. Finder please notify reckless driving is inevitable. And5 it.”
Mrs. Lessie Hamrick at Ryle Hotel, yet this vast traffic massacre-—no! ------
Hughes Springs, and receive re- iCBS n word seems strong enough—
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WANT ADS
ward- 7-2pd promises to become more deadly than
--even a jrieat war, for war at least
FOR SALE—Two furnished rooms ceases after a time but to motor-car.
for light housekeeping.—Mrs. R. H. killings there can be no end.—Texar
Fuller. Phone 17. 7-3t kana Gazette.
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PROBABLY HER MOTHER WAS
ONE
FOR SALE—A breakfast room set,
table, four chairs and buffet. A real
bargain. Phone 287. 7-2t .-.
----■- Mrs. Newlywed: “Oh, you did
FOR RENT—Five room house with splendidly with the wall papering,
all conveniences, dose in.—Mrs. R. H. darling! But what are those lumps?
Fuller. 5-2t Mr. Newlywed “Good heavens! I
-- —;—•- forgot to take down the pictures.”—
FOR SALE Olt TRADE—Four R. R, Magazine.
room house near High School. Lot __
60x221 feet, in Building & Loan, will Mr. ana Mrs. Urban fiug'hes and
sell equity cheap or will trade for daughters, Lorna Doone and Cy Yoak-
BOTH!
“Is your sweetie a positive or ne-
gative character?”
“Both.”
“How come both?”
“I proposed to her last night and j
she said ‘positively no.’ ”
A thrush can sing for 16 hours at
a time, according to a British nat-
uralist.
car. Call this office or see A. Reid.
WANTED TO RENT—By Nov. 1st,
urn. of Wichita Falls are visiting Mrs.
! Jennie Vaughan for a few days.
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four or five room house, in outskirts' Birds are rarely sighted by airmen
of town, or small farm near town.— flying at an altitude of 3,000 feet or
R. R. Harpold, Rt. 7. » 2-0pd over.
GAS FITTING
1 am fully equipped to do auy gas
fitting in Mt. Pleasant and will furn-
ish estimates on short notice.
Telephone No. 7
J. A. DAVIS
9 Flay Fair With The Comnrmity In Which
| You Live-Support Your Local Merchant
H Retail merchants! tare a vital asset to any city or community. Their
{3j success is essential to your city. They contribute largely by paying
£ taxes for its upkeep and numeious other donations lor Charitable in-
stitutions. They are he first to answer a call for financial support,
whether for a civic enter-prise, or an act of mercy.
At this time of year you may be called on many-times qf,itenerant
solicitors who travel from door to door taking orders for Christmas
Cards. Do not place your Chistmas Card order with solicitors who do
not represent a local merchant. Buy from your local established Greet-
ing Card dealer, who is responsible and is helping your community.
YOUR LOCAL MERCHANTS ARE WORTHY OF YOUR SUPPORT.
I will have a beautiful selection and can put you up ten beautiful
cars for ....................................................................................................$1.00
VAUGHAN'S BEAUTY PABLOR
"Phone 48. Mrs. Vaughan, Prop.
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CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER
PHONE 261
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longer lusting edge
Wade t Butchu
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10c each
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'Say |t with Jongs'
A ULIN E
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Copyright, 1929, Warner Bros. Pictures, Inc,
This novel is based on the Warner Bros. A Vitaphrra picture starring
Ai Jolson: Darryl Francis Zanuck and Harvey Gu.cs. Scenarists.
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Jot imat, ex-pugilist and stai
songster o; <JRSA Radio Station.
discovers that Arthur Phillips, his
manager and best friend, is trying
to (nke Katherine. Ins wife, awav
from him. Becoming enraged he
hits Phillips, and in falling the
manager strikes his head and dies.
Joe is being tried tor murder. The
case goes welt for him until kittle
Pal, the Lane's four year old child,
suddenly remarks that his ‘ daddy
was going to kill the man." thus
establishing premeditation ofymur-
der. Joe gets a one year sentence
on a manslaughter charge, in
prison, during recreation hour, Joe
is entertaining the men With 2 iong
he has written.
CHAPTER X—-Continued
"Hopes and dreams are things that
life can shatter,
Learn to lift your head and say:
it doesn’t matter.’
Birdies, sing in cages, too . . .
Tfcey-'know that’s the thing to do.
Little birds c-.n do it. . . . Why
can't you?"
Wuavertngly tne Harmonica car
l ied Joe’s voice along as it swept to
the eud. No one sail much. One
or two muttered a sort of thanks
Men dare not give way to their
emotions, even a little olt, when
they are in priBon. But Joe under-
stood all that. They simply returned
Re daily receive a letter from his
j * wife
to their walking about and chatting
in low tones as they had beeu doing
before he sang.
The principal keeper s vulce sig
nailed the epd of their rest period.
“Come on, boys, line up for the
count!’’ Hi ' word? boomed and
echoed in the stone hall.
A shuttling scuttling. The clump
ctuinp of heavy soled, heavy heeled
boots on cement flooring. Individ-
ual** become lost, blotted out In a
compact mast* of greyness. Only
machine driven robots stood in the
places or persons. When the blue
figures of tlie turnkeys—"screws,"
they called them—stepped down the
iron stairway the robots were all
in line.
A cianginR of door9. The sharp
Mb ink of locks slipping into place.
A quiet lull. The scug ptugger
' sank down onto his cot, his bead In
nls narms. There was no use of
, miking. He cou!dn!t whimper. The
blitzing electric light overhead de-
fined his reaun-es; showed his every
emotion to bis cellmate. Am] in
< prison it never did to display even
a suggestion of the white fenfhrr
• The other fellows -couldn’t endure
. u man who wasn’t game. They
w®re afraid of hysterics and out-
bursts, because each one, himself,
wag on the verge every time he had
a moment to think.
“You got a letter today.” Joes
. buuk mate, a heavy man with
coarse, hanging joWIs and a pro-
truding lower Mp. leaned towards
him.
“Yep, 1 always get one,” Joe nod-
ded. He raised his head, attempt
ing a smile.
“Well, y-’r’re a lucky stiff,” came
the rejoinder. “Ya don’t know how
lucky, an’ ya never will, ’cause ya’Il
never ne here fer a flnii th’ way 1
Hin Would ja mind'-you know?"
he questioned, raising bis eyebrows
and then contracting one bulging
eye in what waB intended for a
wink.
But tfegt wtnlc covered' many
things. "■'Behind It "'was pathetic
wi«t{ulne«b, a yearning for tlrtngs
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convict meant when he asked about
the deliy letter and winked, lie
knew that (or two years the man
.tad never received a single word
, from the world ontside. No visi-
tors. no mall, uot even the tracts
• 'hrf conscientious, home town par
ions forwarded to strayed members
- bf thf.iT ttecla. And togt
more years, until io« ur mm,"
as the men called the term, would
ne up. be would near nothing safe
through his uuiupeftfobti."
Joe pulled a letter f>-um neweajb
the pillow of riJjCbU'tt'K. ' He tilriied
the white envelope about in nia
hands. Katherine wouldn't mind,
he knew. And so he opened out
llie wuii.e kneels ul papei dud reau
bis wife’s letter to the man who
was always waltiug Tor one that
never arrived. It wasn't a very irn
portant letter. It just said the
things that a bravo heart poura
out to a loved one. The prisoner lia-
tened, his head leaning against the
iron bars of the door.
“Yer wife's al’ys wrlttn' ta ya,
ain’t sbe?” the convict ruminated.
“Oh, sure, she never misses a
day.” Joe brightened.
‘‘Yeah, mine did at first too/'
Joe’s cellmate remarked. “But ah*
don't no more, an’ I can’t any ’g 1
blames her."
"No? Why’s that?” Jm* was
llQfpnlnjp Idly, o$ ho OftCC (]!'.! W&C.T-
his cellmate began to speculate in
words. There were so many things
you wanted to think about when
you bad the chance. The thing
that struck you oddly abom life
behind stone and steel was the un-
reality of it. Sometimes he won-
dered if he really 5could be Joe
Lane, or whether he -hadn't some-
how got mixed up- with somebody
else.
Never before in his life had Joe
eosldered the value of decent plumb1
iug. And the food—well the war*
den did his best, but the legislature
only allowed him thirty-three cents
a day to feed each man, and what
could you buy for that? It was ..o
wonder that the men who had no
extra money to buy Tresh fruit at
the prtsou commissary got scurvy
sometimes
Smali wonder that the lifers—
and there wen* plenty of them un-
der the new laws—muttered om-
inously ns they stalked the corri-
dors and made endless plans to
escape. It had been different a few
years ago for them wher the law
had left them o.ne small glimmer of
hope. Perfect behavior for years
migly earn them a comm mat ion.
But some day, Joe was thinking,
there would be a mutiny. These
desperate men would tjlng ?uc:n
selves at the stone walls, and then
the guards—most of them jolly fel
lows—would take their machine
guns and shoot, and shoot to kill.
But the lifers wouldn't mind.
They’d rather he dead. They'd kil!
themselves, only that they didn’t
want to look yellow to the others.
Anything to get away from tne
unwholesome smell, the dank walls,
aud the roaches that crawled ovoj
your face while vou were, asleep
and tell uilo your chicory coffee al
meal times!
It was all so unneeessary.Joe told
htmself, this breaking and degrad-
ing of human beings by surround-
ing them with casual tilth. Why,
oven the worst old plough horse
lived rrm-e comfortably than these
‘cons.’’ Some of them blamed the
wardens andf the keepers. That was
nonsense, it wasn’t their fault.
They did the best they could with
the in one v they were allowed. It
was the svRtem behind them.
Didn’t people realize that you
could take a man and shut him up
Id the most luxurious Park Avenue
apartment with - bunch of servants
to wait on him, and he would still
be severely punished? It was the
fact and not the conditions of im-
prisonment that bit into the spirit
of a man. All the added discom-
forts were nothing, to Joe. but un-
necessary brutality.-
“What chanct has a woman got,
married t'a ‘con’?’’ the radio sing-
er’s cellmate was still talking
“When I first come up here me wife
worked an’ slaved ta look a ter her
self an’ th’ kids. Yeah, I got two
a ’em. But whenever anybody four
out where her husband was they'd
either fire her er be sorry Ter her
An’ that was worst—a helluva Jot
worst. An’ a’ler ya’ve did yer
stretch here It tain’t over. Yer’re
al’ys a con. Ever'- time some
smart new perllce commlssiono*
takes office be rounds up all a so
called criminals—like you an’ me
ars boon takin’ it onna chin an’ are
out rryin’ t.a make good.’’
Joe came to attention, frowning
The man's words had started his
brain to whirling. He found him
self listening attentively.
“Then tb wife’s gotta come down
ta tb station house an’’ they asts
her a intta questions they'd oughta
get sock in th' nose i'er,” be ram
bled on. “Ter boss Bin’s out and'
yer out' onna street—he all at onct
An’a out he's gotta cot down ex
penses. An* th’ wlfa goes ta* work
again 'til ya gats some other Job
,It’s tb earn* ©T«r an* over, ’til yer
push in’ up-th* flowers In th’ cemo
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”wftft.» to Joe. He
Hadn’t ■ bought of It that way be-
fore. Nhocking, It Wfta, but ao hor-
ribly mt*. He AM«-!t want to bellavr
it, but he had to. Katherine, hk
Kitty, knocking abovt through tfa<
year* *o rnin« with a Jailbird!
And Little Pal—the kida would bl
#mM ;»WW» htto 'tn sebeo!
every*mi« tney wanted tease him
II was all ao hideous.
can’t hoi’ that against her, either
frhfif’s th’ bid A waitlh’ fer a gii
’at’s fi >n ea be an ex-con (er th’m
a his ITe?”
' Jfr*
<To b« continued)
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