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Ings had contained the very least
semblance to originality or sense.
My late father, John A. Kutz, was
the editor and publisher of the first
daily newspaper in Morris, 111., and up
to his death one year ago had been in
the newspaper business for nearly
fifty years, and I wish to inform those
who think the editor of The Day
Book shows partiality to his contrib
utors, that in cases of this descrip
tion it is somewhat of a puzzle just
what course to pursue. We must
consider that the editors' professional
life is not all sunshine and they, being
often overworked in trying to serve
all readers alike, may often make
mistakes, for they are human also.
Therefore let us who unduly criticise
editors give them the benefit of the
My articles objecting to this au
thority (?) on the morals of my
mother's sex, not to mention his
mother's, were based on the follow
ing: In less than one year after my
marriage I was given to understand
the attitude of my husband toward
my sex and they were similar to
those of the above-named author
Nearly a year after our separation,
on returning from the butchers, I
was crushed beneath a street car.
One of my brothers saw me struck,
picked my lifeless, mangled form
from under it and carried me, ap
parently dead, into my home which
already was in sorrow, as my dad
was hourly expected to go to the
other vjorld. Accident happened in
front of our door in March, 1915, and
while I lay on the brink of the other
world he died.
Since my accident I have been to
tally deaf, almost dumb, partially
paralyzed and mind deranged, all due
to a fractured skull.
My time has been spent on trips
to and from hospitals and the only
pleasure (?) I have in this world is
reading, for God in His mercy spared
me that most .priceless of gifts, even.
though sight is sadly impaired. I am
even denied visitors, for on the least
little excitement my mind wanders.
Therefore picture my feelings when
on opening The Day Book my eyes
fall on the article disparaging my
sex and signed by Allen Steven.
After my "sarcastic (?)" replies he
was not content, but inserted anoth-
er article wherein he invited me' to V
"call on him at his home."
Fine chance I would have calling
on any one, for I have walked none
at all without assistance since my
mangled, bleeding form was picked
from beneath the street car almost
two years ago. '
Was it a cause for censure that
my brothers defended their only sis
ter? Was it necessary for certain
would-be critics to call them "knock
ers"? In writing for publicity it is
a great fault to express one's own
opinions regardless of the feelings
they may cause those less fortunate.
No one knows or can realize what
deep suffering, either physical, men- ,
tal or moral, that our own next-door
neighbor endures until they have also
gone down into the depths and
passed through the crucible of fire.
Therefore, knowing that none among
us are without faults, for we would
be otherwise than human if we were,
let it not be those who have never
drained the dregs of bitterness to
puncture on aching heart
Preaching? No, just a woman, cut
off from the pleasures that God gave
her, speaking as her heart dictates. .
I expect quite a few criticisms from
the unscathed ones, but if they can
find enjoyment in doing so, it is not
for me to say.
In the near future I am to return
to a hospital and The Day Book will ja.
most assuredly find its way to my
lonely bedside every day.
Here is luck to its editor and my
dear friend, Jane Whitaker, whose
articles I miss sadly of late. Hope
she has not joined the "rookies."
"Bess H." (Bessie Kutz Horring,
1.1132 Van Buren st)