The Savoy Star. (Savoy, Tex.), Vol. 14, No. 11, Ed. 1 Friday, June 11, 1915 Page: 2 of 4
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Originator of
‘Journal of a ]
Ibe Married life of Helen and Warren
By MABEL HERBERT URNER
“Their Married Life.” Author of “The
Neglected Wife,” "The Woman Alone,” etc.
Helen Is Fascinated and Warren Bored by a Trip to
the London Rag Market >
(Copyright, lfU, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)
Tm % chump to let you drag me
way out hero,” grumbled Warren, as
they went up the
straggling street
“Too late to see
anything anyhow.”
' “Oh, we can see
a lot before dark,”
enthused Helen.
“And we may nev-
er have another
chance.” *
“Well, there’s
nothing that looks
like a market
around here. That
boob said straight
on to the top—
wherever that is.”
“Dear, that must
be it” pointing to
an old iron gate-
way that showed just ahead.
Ever since Mrs. Hodgson had told
them the wonder df the Caledonian
rag market, Helen had been deter-
mined to come. She had finally per-
suaded Warren to meet her early and
g# with her this afternon.
The underground had brought them
out hi twenty minutes, and they
planned to see the market and get
hack to London in time for dinner.
. They had reached the and of the
street now, and Helen caught her
breath at the scene before them. In
a great fenoed-ln space waa a mass of
stalls, horses, wagons and a motley
swarm of people.
The rag market! The Caledonian
mg market! To Helen, who reveled
hi rummaging through old things, the
very name waa enticing. The dusty
windows of every antique or even sec-
ond-hand shop held for her alluring
possibilities. And now to explore this
famous old mg market!
“Huh, this la a rum place,” sniffed
Warren. “Where’d they get all this
junk?”
“Listen deer,” shaking his arm ex-
citedly. “Left start here, and go up
one lane and down the ether—so we
won't miss a thing.” *
There were no regular stalls. Ev-
erything was spread out on the ground
on old pieces of carpet or sheeting,
and back of each lot was a ram-
shackle cart and the patient donkey
or horse that had drawn it.
"Ter own price, lady” urged the
man as Helen paused before an amas-
teg mass of odda and ends—every-
thing from old jewelry to old shoes.
“Business brisk la pan eyes to-
day?" Warren poked bis cane at a'
box of artificial eyes. “You’ve got a
full lino tbsre assorted colors.”
"Tee, air,” grinned the man, “take
yer choice-tuppence each.”
By the nest lot sat an old woman
as weird as her stoek. There were
• tin footrtub, a globe for goldfish, a
clothes wringer, a broom Atlas shoul-
dering a dock, a plush album, and
irons, oM lace, a bedraggled feather
boa, a rusty rat trap, and odd pieces
ef old 'pewter, china and brass.
“Dear, did you ever play that game
around a lot of
i you wrote them
down from memory?"
“Be ft. tough Job remembering
these,” chuckled Warren. “Where in
biases does ail. this junk come from—
that’s what gets me.”
"Oh, London’s so wonderful—it’s full
of old things. And this rag market la
only on Fridays.”
"The week’s collection, eh? Ah,
here we are!" - Warren swung bis
cane over a basket of false teeth.
“May need ’em some day. How about
laying in a supply!*’
“Oh, how awful! Do people real-
“Bell me a good upper set cheap to-
day?" asked Warren.
But the man, reaenting this face-
tkmaaess, glared at him angrily.
“Dear, don’t njake fun, and don’t
poke at things with your cane,” whis-
pered Helen. “Some of them don’t
like ft."
“Who cares?" shrugged Warren *
“You just pounce on the freakish
things. There’s lots of interesting
things here—I know there are. Dear,
you go along that side while I stay on
this. Mrs. Hodgson said we shouldn't
be together anyway—they’ll think
we’re American tourists and put up
the prices." 1 - -
“All right suit yourself. Only Tm
not going to hang around a woman
long.”
At a stall just beyond a woman was
over the price of an old blue
meat platter. Helen, interested, drew
nearer.
*T11 give you one and six.”
“Two bob, m'um. not a penny less.1
The woman shook her bead, laid
down the platter and started off.
“Take it along for one and a tan-
ner,- he called after her. “My two
sons la in the war, lady. Let a poor
man make enough to feed their kid-
dies.”
The woman stolidly put the platter
ta her huge shopping bag, and Helen
followed her, keenly observant She
watched her buy a lace scarf, a de-
canter and a candlestick, paying not
note than naif the prices asked.
Wa was illuminating, for it was svl-
dently the approved method of rag-
market shopping. Helen determined
to try It
"How much?” when farther on sba
saw an old ruby-glass scent bottle.
“Half crown, lady, that’s just giviu*
It away. Nice little bit, eh?”
’Til take it for two shillings,” ven-
tured Helen.
“It’s yours, m’um. Anything else?
Got ’em all down to war prices.”
“I may come back this way later,"
murmured Helen, wondering if she had
offered too much. She might have got*
ten it for one and six.
“Hello, dug up anything?”
She started to find Warren beside
her.
“Oh, what hare you got?” looking
at a bulging bundle under his arm.
“Never you mind. Doing a little
looting on my own.”
“Dear, you know you mustn’t pay
what they ask first, don’t you?” anxi-
ously. “They all ask more than they
expect to get.”
“See here,” testily, “who’s doing
this? You go ahead and buy yoar own
junk. If I see anything I want—Til
get it.”
Helen turned away vaguely troubled.
He might buy something foolish and
pay an absurd price. Perhaps they
should have stayed together.
The next moment she was absorbed
in a particularly alluring lot from
which she finally selected an ivory
fan, broken but not past mending, a
cameo pin and a curious jade locket
After some bargaining she got the
three pieces for only seven shillings.
It was dusk now, and oil lights flick-
ered over many of the stalls. It was
a weird scene—this great dark market
space, lit only by those flaring lamps.
Some of the men were now packing
up, but many were still shouting their
wares, eager for a few last shillings.
At a stand further on Helen found
an old sampler. It was dated 1768,
with a quaint houseand-tree design.
Did this manr know its valne. Her
heart beat fast at the possibility of
getting it for ft few shillings.
“Twenty-five shillings,” he an-
swered gruffly, as he went on packing.
“Yer’d poy three guineas at one •' yer
Bond 8trait shops.”
So he did know. Helen’s hopes fell.
“Oh, I couldn’t pay more than
twelve,” she murmured.
“Fiveand-twenty’s thu price, m’um.
Take it/or lave it.”
{lelua flushed indignantly, yet she
wanted the sampler. She passed on
slowly, hoping he would call after her.
Where waa Warren? She turned
suddenly to look along the opposite
line of stalls. It was quite dark now.
What if they should get separated?
Her eyes strained anxiously through
that shabby, jostling crowd.
▲ long panic-stricken moment. Then
she saw him—a few stalls back.
“Obi” running to him with Joyous
relief. *1 thought Fd missed you."
“Had enough? Let’s get out of this.
Which gate did we come in?"
Outside, Helen looked back over the
dimly-lit market They had been
through only a small part of it and
■he thought longingly of the undis-
covered treasures in all those other
stalls.
They made their way back through
the dark, squalid street to the under-
ground. When they entered the train
Helen glanced anxiously at Warren’s
bulky package. What had be bought?
Remembering certain purchases he
had made in the past she mistrusted
his judgment.
"Want to see it now, eh? All right,
we’ll give you a treat.”
He took off the crumpled newspaper
and proudly displayed a garish shell
box with a mirror on top! Helen
gulped. It was awful!
"Pretty good haul, eh?” fitting a
loose shell in its red paste bed. “Old
one too. How about that for ten
shillings V'
Ten shillings! If he could throw
away ten shillings on this ghastly
.thing—why hadn’t she bought that
sampler?
“What’s the matter,” sharply. “Don t
like It?”
“Oh, yes—yes,” hastily. “I was
only thinking of an old sampler that
I’m sorry I didn’t get”
With well feigned carelessness
Warren felt in hlo pocket
“That It?” tossing a small package
Into her lap.
Helen tore it open, and with a cry oi
delight held up tho sampler.
“Oh, you dear, you dear! But how
did you know?’’
“Was right there behind you."
In her joy over the sampler, the aw
ful box waa forgotten.
“Now how about this?” Warren took
it up again. “Think it bum, eh? Well,
If it’ll make you feel any better—1
only paid a ‘bob.’ Thought it wo’-.ld
be worth that” with a chuckle, “to ses
you glare at it."
“Oh!” with mingled relief and re
sentment “You spent a shilling just
to—to-”
"To get you going. Had to hare
some fun out of this blooming trip
didn’t I?. Come on, we get off here,-
as they drew into Charing Cross.
STAYS HIS HAND
AS SISTER SINGS
Holdup Man Hears Record as He
Threatens Music Shop
Head.
MLLE. BREVAL’S VOICE
Memories of France, With Folk Songs,
and Melodies of the Vineyard,
Trap Labordi and Hold
Him for Police.
Chicago.—Ten years and many of
the imaginary lines with which the
map workers have gridironed this sad
old earth separated Franz Labordi
from his sister, the little French night-
ingale, who has made a ladder of the
musical scale and mounted to a place
in the firmament of operatic stars.
But her voice; swelling with melodies
of the vineland, trapped him and held
him prisoner for the police of an alien
country.
Labordi, sprucely dressed and dap-
per, entered the offices of a talking
machine concern and asked the mana-
ger for a job.
No Food for Three Days.
‘Tm hungry,” he told the manager.
“I haven’t eaten for three days, and I
thought as this is a French concern
you could find something for me to
da”
The manager gave him several let-
ters to translate from the French. He
finished this work and then burst out
angrily, asking why he was made to
work when he was hungry.
“I gave him some change and told
him to get himself lunch and come
baok,” the manager recounted. “Then
he flew into a rage. ‘I’m not after that
kind of money; I want big money!'
he shouted. He reached back under
his coat and said, ‘I’ve got it there—
a gun, and I’m going to get some
money.' ”
The manager said from the man’s
manner and blazing eyes he conclud-
ed he was insane. He began to try
to quiet him but Labordi was tossing
his hands wildly and talking in a tor-
rent of French, Italian and English.
And then at the pitch of his anger he
stopped as though a knife had cut
out his tongue.
Ah! “La Boheme.”
’“La Boheme!'” he breathed, and
his eyes closed in a sort of ecstasy.
The clerk in another room had put
on the record for a customer.
As the voice rose more distinctly
Labordi jumped up suddenly and said
8topped as Though a Knife Had Cut
Out Hia Tongue.
ax a whisper, “My sister’s voice—my
sister is singing!”
“More! More! Others by my sister!
Put them on!” he cried when “La Bo-
heme” was finished. “Despuift lo jour”
and “Rigoletto” followed, and other
operatic records of Mile. Lucienue
Breval’s voice were put on. and La-
bordi, with eyes streaming, stood in
the door and listened.
The manager told the clerk to keep
playing records for Labordi, and he
escaped and telephoned for the police.
Mrs. Valerie Bell, who was in the
store and knew Mile. Lucienne Bre-
val, questioned Labordi and asked him
intimate questions concerning the
singer’s life, all of which he answered
readily and correctly.
Squandered Her 30,000 Francs.
“The last time I saw her, ten years
ago, she gave me 30,000 francs to in-
vest in a business,” he said,; “but I
squandered it, and since then I have
been ashamed to meet her. She is
Binging now in Buenos Aires, in the
largest opera house in the world.”
Caught Deer in Surf.
Aberdeen, Wash.—A two-year-old
buck deer has been captured in the
surf south of Westport by I>r. Paul
Smits. who. In securing the animal,
used football tactics. The animal came
down to the seashore,* went into the
surf and was wellntgh exhausted In
fighting the waves. Smits waded Into
the ocegn and made a flying tackle,
catching the deer by its hind feet.
Postpone Coffin makers' Strike.
New York.- -Because there are too
few dying now to make it successful,
the proposed strike of the cofflnmak-
ers’ union has been postponed until
\he middle of summer.
BRAKEMAN’S RESCUE
IS REAL THRILLER
On Pilot of Engine He Prepares
to Save Woman, When-
Read the Story.
Indianapolis.—L. A. Campbell, a
brakeman on the Monon road, had an
exciting experience recently that al-
most equals the stirring scenes in the
“movies.” Campbell, looking ahead
of the freight train on which he was
braking, saw an object that resem-
bled the form of a woman on the
track.
Hastily climbing to the pilot of the
engine, Campbell made ready to make
a heroic rescue of the person in dan-
ger. He got a firm grip and prepared
to grab the woman as the train
reached tfce spot.
When the engine was within a few
Realized With a Chill That It Was a
Black and White Pony.
hundred feet of the object Campbell
realized with a chill that it was not a
woman, but a white and black pony.
He hastened to the engine’s running
board in order to avoid being crushed
between the pony and the pilot. Just
before the engine reached the spot
where the animal was standing, the
latter leisurely walked off the track.
BeadB of perspiration fell from Camp-
bell’s forehead.
“No more ‘movies’ for mine,” said
he as he returned to his duties as
brakemtfh.
STORK SAVES DAD FROM JAIL
Unemployed, He Was on Trial Charged
With Stealing Whep
It Came.
Chicago.—A mite of a girl baby
saved Powet Rokoezure from a pos-
sible jail sentence for stealing six
potatoes. The man has walked Chi-
cago’s streets for work for 18 months.
His wife did the same thing until re-
cently.
Rokoezure was in court charged with
stealing the potatoes from the rail-
road yards.
“Are you married?” asked Judge
Caverly.
“Yes; we have one little girl,” replied
Rokoezure.
“How old?” asked the court solicit-
ously. r
“About five hours," said Rokoexure.
“Case dismissed. Congratulations,”
said the judge, who then ordered his
own grocer to “take some things out
to the new little girl.”
TRAINS COLTS TO KICK RATS
Wisconsin Man Rids Stable of Ro-
dents Through Conservation of
Energy.
Klondike, Wls.—Hiler Oswaller Is
receiving letters from all over the
country from persons who want him
to come with his trick colts and assist
in exterminating rats. Hiler, in a con-
fidential mood the other day, told how
he trained hia colts. The idea came
to him one day when he entered the
stable and saw them kicking away
at nothing in particular.
“I saw all that energy going to
waste,” says Hiler, “and it made me
sick. I knew there ought to be some
way to utilize their activity. I had
been troubled with rats and I figured
the colts could help me, I tied a
dead rat on the end of a whip and
banged the colts on the shins with it.
If they kicked the rat I rewarded
them with an ear of corn. Now It’s
as much as a rat’s life is worth to
venture in the Oswailer stables.”
READS BIBLE WHILE LOOTING
Pickpocket Work* at Trade at Can-
ton, O., and Keeps Eyes
on Testament.
Canton, O.—“Are you a Christian?**
Abraham Tanner was asked a few
days ago by a roan for whom he had
just purchased a meal in a restaurant.
“I think I am.” said Tanner.
The man pulled a small testament
from his pocket and began to read
from the Scriptures while ha removed
Tanner’s purse from his pocket. Tan-
ner grabbed him. The thief broke
away and ran into the arms of a no*
llceman.
Earmarks-
Alexander Powell, war correspond-
dent and lecturer, said at a tea in
New York: *
“The English volunteer troops are
splendid. You can tell by certain ear-
marks where they come from. You
can tell the miners of the Midlands,
the mill hands of Manchester, the
bookkeepers of London, the—’’
“How do you tell them?” a young
lady asked. Ito
“Well,” said Mr. Powell, “it’s ea^fcb
enough to tell, for example, the book-”- *
keepers. Every time the bookkeepers
are commanded to stand at ease they
try to put their rifles behind their
ears.”
To Dtive Out Malaria
And Build Up The System
Take the Old Standard GROVE’S
TASTELESS chill TONIC. You know
what you are taking, as the formula is
printed on every label, showing it is
Quinine and Iron in a tasteless form. The
Quinine drives out malaria, the Iron
builds op the system. SO cents. Adv.
The Villain Outvillained.
“I wouldn’t trust him," she argued.
“Neither would I,” assented the
other girl; “he’s as treacherous as
a fountain pen.”
Useless Neutrality.
"You knew we had a French maid
and German busier?” 1
“Yes.”
“Well, we’ve been worried over them
ever since the war broke out We took
the greatest pains to set, them an
example of neutrality. We were afraid
all the time that it would be impos-
sible to keep them from flying at each
other. Of course we were careful not
discuss the war before them. In
ort, we’ve been taking a whole lot
of trouble for month's to help them
keep the peace. I can't begin to tell
you how careful we were. And what
do you suppose happened yesterday?"
• "Why, a pitched battle.”
“Nothing of the sort. It seems the
two were engaged long before the war
broke out, and yesterday they were
married.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
£
..*J
Speaking of War.
Church—Don’t hear so much now of
engagements of American women and
foreigners.
Gotham—The foreigners seem to
be kept pretty busy now with en*
gagements among themselves.
Whisky has caused many a man to
go to work—in order to get the price.
What ts Castoria
ASTORIA Is a harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Paregoric, Drop*
and Soothing Syrups. It is pleasant. It contains neither Opium,
Morphine nor other Narcotic substance. Its age is its guarantee. It
destroys Worms and allays Feverishness. For more than thirty years it
has been in constant use for the relief of Constipation, Flatulency, Wind
Colic, all Teething Troubles and Diarrhoea. It regulates the Stomach
and Bowels, assimilates the Food, giving healthy and natural sleep.
The Children's Panacea—The Mother's Friend,
The Kind You Have Always Bought, and which has been in use for over
80 years, has borne the signature of Cnas.H. Fletcher, and has been made under
his personal supervision since its infancy. Allow no one to deceive you in this.
All Counterfeits, Imitations and ** Jnst-as-good ” are bat Experiments that
trifle with and endanger the health of Infanta and
Children—Experience against Experiment.
Genuine Castoria always bears the signature of
? ♦
Aviators’ Safety Parachutes.
The energies of practically all the
inventors of parachutes for airmen
have been directed towards the devel-
opment of a device for the airman
alone, the aeroplane itself being al-
lowed to drop to earth unhindered.
Parachutes for the whole aeroplane
have just been designed by a French
inventor. Two folded parachutes, con-
tained in cone-shaped receptacles, are
attached to the wings as near the ends
as possible. By means of a simple
mechanism, operated by the movement
of a small hand lever, these para-
chutes are pushed out of the contain-
ers, after which they are claimed to
open freely, no matter in what man-
ner the aeroplane may be falling. All
the airman has to do is to hang on to
the aeroplane.
Why She Went to Church.
A devout old lady had become very
deaf, and, as her church was some dis-
tance from her home, decided, to at-
tend another one, which was nearer.
She spoke to the minister of the sec-
ond church about it, and was cordially
rece »ed and urged to come whenever
possible
“Ah, well," she said, '.‘all churches
lead to heaven, and as I have grown
deaf and cannot hear any of the ser-
mon I thought I would attend your
church.”
Positive Evidence.
There was a certain member of the
Chicago bar who was noted for his
low, weak voice and unobtrusive way.
On one occasion the gifted Emery A.
Storrs came into the office and in-
quired for this man. A clerk said he
was out. “Ob. no,” said Mr. 8torrs,
“he is in the Inner room.” "How do
you know that?” asked the clerk,
alarmed by the guess. "How do 1
know it?” answered Storrs; “why, it
is so damn still!”
In trying to get her rights many a
woman goes at it in the wrong way.
Liberal Juries.
Based on verdicts by Mississippi jn»
ries Law Notes recommends that stato
as a place where money is easy. The
case of Illinois Central railroad vs.
Dacus resulted in a verdict for $500
to a prospective passenger because a r
tieket agent said “d-n” to him; *
while in Alabama, etc.. Railroad com-
pany vs. Morris it appeared that %
liberal jury gave $15,000 to a white
woman who was compelled to ride a
short distance with three negroes, al-
though the stingy court cot the vei*
diet to $2,000.
Too Sour.
Professor Copeland of Harvard, aft
the story goes, reproved hia students
for coming late to class.
“This is a class in English composi-
tion,” he remarked with sarcasm, “not
an afternoon tea.”
At the next meeting one girt waa
twenty minutes late. Profeesor Cope-
land waited until she bad taken her
seat Then remarked bttingly:
t “How will jou have your tea. Miss.
Brown?"
. “Without the lemon, please," Mis*
Brown answered quite gently.—Chris*
tian Register.
How It Happened.
One New Year’s morning a Ken-
tucky colonel, who is a regular guest
of a Louisville hotel, came down to
breakfast with a bandaged hand.
“What’s the matter with the hand?”
asked several friends. '‘Confound it
all!” exclaimed the coloneL “We had
a party last night, and one of tho
younger men got intoxicated and trod
on my hand as he was walking across
the room."
Styles.
Bill—I see the Atlanta convicts are
no longer required tfl wear striped
clothing.
Jill—Perhaps that’s the reason somo
of the fashionable women are breaking
out in U.
Hits the Particular
Southern Taste
Long ago Yankee notions of cook-
ing gave place to the dainty, toothsome
cookery of the South, and today in Boston,
New York, Philadelphia or Chicago the
honors for “extra good” items on a hotel bill
of fare are shared between the skill of the
Parisian chef and the dictation of the South-
ern housewife to her skilful “mammy.”
To match the culinary skill of the South-
land, a new, unique and ready-to-eat com
food was originated —
Post T oasties
The praise of Southern women fcr this
delicious dish seems to indicate its great
measure of success in a section where ex-
ceptional cookery is so common.
If you are interested in something “sweet
to eat,” that requires no cooking, has a rich
com flavour, and carries a pleasing smack of
satisfaction, why — order from your grocer
a package of Post Toasties.
The Superior Corn Flakes
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