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“In Spring a Young Man’s
Fancy—”
But whose fancy would fall to turn to thoughts
of love these beautiful spring mornings—and after
noons and nights—in the Lower Rio Grande Valley?
Is it any wonder that the man who works in an
office thinks of changing his vocation and taking up
fanning or seme other outdoor pursuit, when, as he
goes to the office he breathes a few whiffs of the
clean invigorating outside air? His body, warmed
by the gentle spring sun, begins to glow and tingle,
and visions of the old boyhood swimming hole come
to his mind. He thinks of the delight of lying on
his back under the shade of a tree with a fishing
pole clutched between his knees and with a line
hanging idly in the stream below.
Is it any wonder the urge to play “hooky" becomes
almost irresisitable—even as it did in his school days?
What we are coming to is this:
If the kind of weather the Valley Is enjoying now
has that effect on the natives—and it does—how
much more alluring would it be to residents of north
ern climes, where the ice is just now leaving the
streams and planting of crops has just begun?
Where in just a few weeks they will be sweltering In
the terrific summer heat that causes death from
prostration?
Valley boosters, chambers of commerce, land de
velopers and individuals have been singing the praise
of the winter climate and the attractions of the Val
ley In the colder months.
What of our spring weather, of the summers and
the autumns?
Some day a real national advertising campaign is
going to be launched to tell the outside and interested
citizenship of just what this section has to offer.
Climate will be one of the principal commodities
offered in that advertising campaign.
There will be no need to overstate the facts. But
the publicity should not harp too strongly on the
mild winters. The balmy springs, the comfortable
summers and the pleasant autumns deserve “full
coverage," to use a newspaper expression.
Advertise Valley climate the year ’round.
‘De’Sun Do Move” Brother
And now John Bull, speaking through Winston
Churchill of the Baldwin government, has announced
the abolishment of the 300-year-old tax on tea, which
has been levied since the days of Queen Elizabeth.
It will cost the Baldwin government in revenue
about 6,150.000 pounds to reduce the cost of tea to
the consumer four pence a pound by the removal of
the tax.
In addition to this the spokesman of the Baldwin
government announced the betting tax would be re
pealed. Britons of high or low degree love their tea.
They love to bet on the ponies.
Now tea is to be free of duty and betting on the
ponies without a tax cost the privilege of all English
men.
Yes. “De sun do move," Brother Bull. It is mov
ing in America.
Sliver Back on the Job
Bob Silver is back on the Job. That is. he is back
behind the walls of a prison. He was captured by
Houston police officers. His captors will receive a
reward of $250 offered by the governor.
Bob Silver was condemned to die in the electric
chair. A merciful governor commuted his sentence to
life imprisonment. A mother’s tearful wail won the
respite.
Bob Silver betrayed the confidence of mother and
governor and all those who interested themselves in
his case. When an opportunity presented Itself he
escaped from prison and returned to his wallow in
the mire, only to be run down and captured by the
sleuths of the law.
There is another mother, broken-hearted, in the
story. Her son was law abiding, her son loved home
and family, her son was a credit to society and self.
He was shot to death without warning. It must be
true that it is the mothers who do the weeping.
Division of Motor Fees Proposed
Senator Edgar E. Witt of McLennan county has
let it be known that in the making of the motor
vehicle registration fees bill would insist that the
bill return to the counties all up to $100,000 collected
in each county and amounts above that to go to
the state highway fund.
He admits that some of the larger counties may
oppose his proposition, but insists that the answer is
they have far larger taxable values than the smaller
counties and the 13 cent road and bridge fund pro
vides more money than they ever spend on their
lateral roads.
Senators from the larger counties are invited to
read and digest this indictment pased on to them
by the senator from McLennan.
"The larger counties are more interested in build
ing the system of cardinal or connected highways over
the state, even though the construction be through
the small counties for such roads furnished the chan
nels of trade for the larger counties." Is highway
building a trade getting proposition?
Naturally. In these airplane weddings due precau
tions must be taken against the first falling out.—
Arkansas Gazette.
Another difference between the United States and
Mexico is that Mexican ex-presidents don’t write
magazine articles.—San Diego Union.
L Whoever named that seacoast rum-runner I’m
'Alone, oertainiy had a sense at humor.—Troy Times.
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IF THESE BIG BANK MERGERS KEEP ON
Bank President: Well, what's new?
First Vice President: Nothing, so far today. I’m
sorry to admit.
President: Haven’t we merged with another bank
yet?
First Vice President: Not up to the moment.
President: Do you mean to say we are the same
bank now that we were when we opened this morn
ing?
First Vice President: (sheepishly): Yes, sir.
President: Here it is nearly half past 12—almost
half a day gone—and we haven’t consumed a bank!
What’s the world coming to?
First Vice President: It’s most extraordinary. I
don’t know when we haven’t taken in at least one
other bank by noon.
President: We usually have all the details com
pleted by 11 o’clock. There must be something terri
bly wrong around here today. I am compelled to con
fess that I am deeply dissatisfied.
First Vice President: It isn't any one’s fault, sir.
You see we , . .
President (rising and stamping about): Don’t try
to fool me. It’s gross negligence, that’s what it is,
gross negligence. Gross negligence and incompe
tence. What’ll our competitors think? What will the
other big banks have to say when they hear that at
lunch time we hadn’t absorbed a solitary institution?
What will they think when they learn we haven’t
even opened negotiations with any one?
First Vice President: I don’t know, sir.
President: Don’t sit there looking so futile and
helpless. You know my orders. How many times
must I tell you that I want to absorb a bank every
day not later than 11:45 a. m.?
First Vice President: I’ve been busy ever since I
came in trying to find a bank that wanted to be
merged, but it’s getting harder and harder to locate
one.
President: Why?
First Vice President: All the good ones have been
absorbed. Of course, if you're not fussy and will take
any old bank I can telephone for them to come over,
but I suppose you want only the best.
President: Precisely. I want only the best grade
A banks and there must be lots of them that would
be glad to have us swallow them.
First Vice President: I’ve tried every bank I could
think of. but couldn’t find one that wanted to be
merged today. Maybe tomorrow . . .
President (in a fierce temper): Tomorrow? How
old-fashioned do you think we are? You march
right out and dig up a bank we can merge. And
don’t come back until you find one!
* * * *
An old-fashioned girl is one who still insists that
her skirts be shadow-proof.
* * • *
YOU NEVER CAN TELL
O—Who are those people shouting up the elevator
shaft?
A—Nobody is shouting up an elevator shaft; It’s
two people making love in a talking picture.
* • • •
The old Hotel Belmont in New York has been
saved from the wreckers and made into a more up
to-date and popular-priced hotel. The patronage has
greatly increased, and a bell boy, asked how he liked
the change, replied: “All right. I'd rather get fast
dimes than slow quarters.”
• * • •
MR. HEDLEY S MISTAKE
He thought he saw a fare increase
Descending from a bench:
He looked again and saw it was
Another money-wrench.
W&ikmftoini L®M
By HERBERT C. PLUMMER
WASHINGTON, April 20.—Representative David
Hogg of Indiana believes that in his district is a site
of national historical significance that has been neg
lected too long. He wants congress to do something
about it.
The site is the grave of one Samuel Wilson in a
cemetery in the town of Merriam. This Samuel Wil
son, says Mr. Hogg, is the man by whose sobriquet,
“Uncle Sam” the United States of American is pop
ularly designated.
He has introduced a bill authorizing an appro
priation of $25,000 to erect a suitable memorial.
Mr. Hogg knows a lot about the history of Sam
Wilson and how his sobriquet was applied to desig
nate the United States.
Samuel Wilson was a quartermaster in the gov
ernment commissary at Troy, N. Y., during the war
of 1812. His commissary was located in the store of
Elbert Anderson.
As each government ccsignment came to him he
would inspect it and place the mark “E A U S’ on
the packages. They would then be taken to the docks
for shipment.
• • • •
UNCLE SAM
One day a new wharf hand asked a longshoreman
the meaning cf the mark. He was told it meant that
the consignment had been approved by “Uncle Sam”
and came from the store owned by Elbert A.ndcrson.
The story was told up and down the river, and in
time everything that pertained to the United States
was popularly designated “Uncle Sam.” And the title
has lived to this day. There are. of course, other
theories.
Mr. Hogg says that “Uncle Sam” was a typical
American citizen, representative of American ideals,
and a staunch defender of American principles. He
accompanied Lewis and Clark on their expedition in
1804-05. He was cited for gallantry for his part as
a quarter-gunner on the United States ship Consti
tution in her historic battle with the British vessel
Guerriere in 1812.
* * * »
LIVED TO 100
In civil life he was both a tailor and a doctor. He
was 100 years and three days old at the time of his
[death, having been born just two weeks after the
i first shot was fired for American Independence. He
[died May 7. 1875.
“Uncle Sam” was the father of three daughters
and seven sons. Six of the sons served in the forces
of the United States during the Civil war.
The “Uncle Sam” memorial Is not the only mon
ument that Representative Hogg is trying to get from
congress. “Mad” Anthony Wayne, a hero of the rev
olution, holds a strong appeal for the Hoosier. and
he has taken up the cudgel in his behalf.
He wants a memorial to General Wayne erected
on the site of old Fort Wayne, at Fort Wayne. Ind.
He would have congress be more liberal with “Mad”
Anthony than with “Uncle Sam.” No less than $100,
000 would be appropriated for this marker.
America liked the instalment plan so well that she
extended the system to Europe so It could enjoy its
* wars by convenient payments.—Miami Herald.
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A LOVE AND
MYSTERY STORY
Bv ~J/Jefferson Far jeon CoyyrlfM, 1929. by Central Pres Association, tn*.
READ THE FIRST:
The plot concerns some weird
noises, beneath a supposedly haunt
ed house in Eyford Moor. One day,
Brown, a romantic young clerk,
heard a rough-looking fellow say to
another: “After her! And—if she’s
troublesome—don't be particular
what you do to her!” Brown trails
the girl to the haunted house and
disappears. Rupert and Charlie,
Brown’s companions, meet the girl
at the village inn. She tries to per
suade them to leave. She says
Brown has gone home. Rupert does
not believe her story, and deter
mines to solve the mystery of the
house, and why the girl is there.
(NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY)
CHAPTER XXI
“But whv do you want us to go
home, too?” asked Rupert.
“Isn’t that rather a funny ques
tion?” she returned. “Theres no
need for you to stay.”
“Probably not. But suppose we
do stay?”
“That would be foolish.”
“I don’t know. We‘re on a walk
ing tour, and might like to potter
around here as well as anywhere
else.”
A shadow came into her face. She
did not answer for a few seconds,
Then she said, with a little shrug:
“Of course, you and your friend
must do as you like. I've no right
to dictate to you. But I'd prefer
you to go.”
“Why?”
“Because I hope to get a good
‘story’ out of this, and while I'm
here I don’t want to attract atten
tion to this place. Someone else
may come along and ‘kill’ my story
with one of his own.” She looked
at him impatiently. “Don’t you see
that the more people there are
around, the greater will be the at
tention attracted to this place? This
means a lot to me. Surely, it’s only
a small favor I'm asking.”
Rupert began to hate his position.
Perhaps it was a small favor to ask.
But the reason for the favor, and
the urgency of it, seemed terribly
inadequate.
“Miss Marlowe,” he said, after a
pause, “you mustn’t think me un
kind, or impertinent. If we hadn't
wanted to help you, we would never
have set out on this chase, but I
think you'll admit I have a little
reason for my hesitation, and my
curiosity. There are several points
your explanation doesn't cover—”
“And. of course. I am bound to ex
plain them to you?” she asked. with
again that tantalizing hint of irony.
“No, your not bound to do any
thing of the sort! You said just
now you couldn’t dictate to me. It’s
equally true I can't dictate to you.
But I’m going to ask you some ques
tions, just the same, and I hope
you'll answer them. If you are sim
Dly a journalist seeking copy, why
should that chap have followed you
from King’s Cross?”
“He didn’t follow me.” she retort
ed. “Mr. Brown made a mistake
from the start.”
Rupert frowned. “Do you know
anything about him, then? Have
you any idea who he was following? ’
“How should I know? I’ve tried to
work it out.. He may have thought
I was somebody else, and then have
found out his mistake. I left the
compartment shortly after the un
pleasant incident at the door, so I
can’t say what happened then. But
isn’t it possible that the somebody
else he mistook me for may have
been on the train—in another part
—and that they met before the train
reached Newcastle?”
“And the man in the checked suit
got the worst of it!”
“Well—you say he was drugged!”
“I see. And your blood-stained
handkerchief?”
“I cut my wrist opening a bottle
of lemonade,” she answered. “The
bottle broke. I used the handker
chief to stop the bleeding.” She
held her right wrist out to him, and
showed him the mark. “Does that
satisfy you?”
“By Jove, that must have hurt!”
I he exclaimed.
“It did. And tha next?”
“You hid at Newcastle.”
“Really, Mr. Blake—”
“I beg your pardon” he inter
posed. quickly. “Perhaps I was wTong
there.”
“Perhaps you’ve been wrong in a
good many other places, too,” she
suggested.
“But with only one intention, re
member.” he returned, looking at
her fully. “With my intention of
helping you. And it’s with the
same intention. Miss Marlowe, that
I ask you to give up your investiga
tions of Coomber House, and to cut
it out of your series.”
“I am not going to disappoint my
editor,” she frowned.
“Well, if you want to give him
something genuinely arresting and
spicy,” he retorted, “you might men
tion that a dead body was seen in
Ccomber House last night, and that
this morning it had disappeared.”
A look of consternation spread
over her face, and she stared at him
for a moment without sneaking.
Then, quickly regaining herself, she
exclaimed:
“Who saw it?”
“A fellow out of work, who slept
in the shed.”
“And who possibly dreampt in the
shed,” she retorted, swiftly. “If that
body was there last night why didn't
I come across it? And why didn’t
Mr. Brown? And why isn’t it there
this morning? ” A sudden smile
chased away her consternation.
“Why, Mr. Blake—perhaps Coomber
House is haunted really—after all!”
Rupert watched her closely, and
shook his head.
“Whether it's hautned. or whether
t’s not,” he said, quietly, “it is not
a safe place to investigate. . . Yes,
Miss Marlowe, I’ll go away from By
ford Moor on one condtion.”
“What is it?”
“That you go away, too!” .
She rose, angrily.
“We’re wasting each other’s time,”
she said, shortly. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, Miss Marlowe,” he
responded, as he rose. also. “If
you’re not a quitter—well, nor am I.”
He watched her disappear across
the lawn. And when she had van
ished. he swore gently and softly to
himself. For Rupert Blake was in
the unenviable position of being
head over heels in love with a girl
who. in 10 minutes, had told him
more lies than he usually heard in
10 months.
The movements of Mr. Simon
Brill on this very sunny morning at
Byford Moor were of considerable
interest, and led Charlie Carfax,
whose mission it was to study those
movements, into an entirely new
phase of the adventure—a phase
which enlarged its horizon and pro
vided a fresh zest. In fact, the per
spiring Charlie, whom Nature had
designed for gentle behavior on
broiling days performed deeds as
astonishingly stout as himself ere
he was destined to return to the
Yellow Stag.
But before we review these move
ments and these deeds, we must re
view others, which occurred some
30 miles away, in a dingy, unroman
tic office in Newcastle.
The office was the office of Messrs.
Spriggs and Spriggs, house agents,
of 43-B South Barton street. One
of the Spriggs was dead, and the
other was not from it! hut this
auspicious arrangement did not ap
pear to have improved the prospects
of a junior clerk whose duty it was
to sift the meal from the chaff as
one or the other entered through a
creaking swing door foe his inspec
tion. The meal was passed on to a
senior clerk, and possibly (if it was
after 11 o’clock) on to the just sur
viving Sprigg. The chaff was dealt
with by the junior clerk himself.
It was undoubtedly chaff that en
tered through the creaking swing
door just as the junior clerk was
wondering, while he stared at a
ruined piece of blotting paper, where
you put an elephant’s tusks. Did
they go aboVe or below the trunk?
The point was important, and it was
annoying to be disturbed before a
'decision had been reached. For this
reason the human chaff did not re
ceive the most gracious of welcomes.
But perhaps the incomplete ele
phant was not entirely to blame for
the junior clerk’s attitude. The visi
tor was not the sort of man to com
mand instinctive service. No, not
even from junior clerks whose great
est qualifications were drawing ele
phants on blotting paper. He was
rather small, and rather plain. His
suit was rather worn, and his hat
was rather old. In fact, there was
nothing superatively right or super
latively wrong—saying his reddish
moustache. And that was superla
tively wrong.
“Good morning,’* began the visi
tor.
“Good mornin’.” replied the jun
ior clerk. His expression, if not his
lips, added: “What do you want?”
“Could I see someone?” asked the
visitor.
The remark did not improve mat
ters. We all, even the most modest
of us, consider we are someone. The
junior clerk studied the visitor for a
second, decided that he did not bite,
and risked obedience to his outraged
impulse.
“Well, aren’t you seein’ someone?”
he demanded. “Think I’m a ca
nary?”
He wished immediately afterwards
that he had said “giraffe” or “ich
thyosaurus.” He had a leaning to
wards big animals. But you can’t
retract.
“I beg your pardon,” said the vis
itor, proving that he did not bite.
“I’ve come about Coomber House.”
The problem of keeping up one's
dignity became less acute.
“Coomber ’Ouse,” repeated the
junior clerk.
“Yes, Coomber House," agreed the
visitor. “Byford Moor.’
This was more interesting. The
junior clerk began to take notice.
“D’you want to take it?” he in
quired, in gentle amazement.
He wouldn't have taken Coomber
House himself, but that wasn't the
point. The point was that this client
looked more like No. 1-A, Kittens
Mews.
“No. Creaker’s Job,” said the
visitor. I’m after that.”
“Oh! Caretaker,” muttered the
junior clerk. And all at once, tsared
at the visitor rather hard. “Got a
note or something?”
“Yes,” answered the visitor.
“Well, let’s see it.”
The visitor hesitated, then in
quired:
“Are you Mr. Spriggs?”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
TOO MANY TOO’S
A Frenchman was relating his
experiences of learning the English
language. “When I discovered that
if I was quick I was fast,” he said,
“and that if I was tied I was fast, if
that not to eat was to fast, I was
I spent too freely I was fast, and
discouraged. But when I came across
the sentence, ‘The first one won one
one-dollar prize.’ I gave up trying
to learn English." _
Health' and Right Living
BT ROYAL 8. COPELAND, M. O.
Former Commissioner of Health,
Some days ago I had occasion to
menton tha report of an address
made by a noted neurologist. _ This
doctor la quoted aa aaying * that
“the fate of a child destined for in
sanity la sealed before its birth.**
It la not fair to draw conclusions
without a full radlng of the ad
dress, It may well be that this
single sentence does not do Justice
to the doctor's real meaning. I
hope it does not. Life would be
seriously marred if there were no
hope of escape from the thraldom
of heredity.
I have too much faith In Nature,
as well as in science, to believe that
a baby is predestined and foreor
dained to the damnation of insanity.
Admitting the menace of a bad
family history, I am bound to be
lieve that insanity is not inevitable.
A further reading of the news
paper report gives a glimmer of
hope. The doctor does admit that
“a good environment will keep
straight a child who might go
wrong in a bad environment.” With
this I am in full agreement.
It is tremendously important to
‘*bring up” a child right. The
speaker I have quoted uttered
timely warning to “mothers who
are fond of their children.”
“For single children,” he said,
"contribute to an unusually large
percentage to the number of adoles- ,
cent insane. The only child is
prone to have a bad environment,
due to being loved too much, with
the selfish love of a mother who
has only one child.”
No serious minded and thinking
person can doubt the importance
of discipline. To remove the hand
of authority from the training of a
child, is like removing the bal
ance wheel from the watch. With
out it, the watch will run at ter
rific speed and, in a minute or two,
turn the hand about the dial as
only twenty-four hours of time
should do.
The eating habits, respect for
morals, the control of the emotions
—all these are established in the
home. Without proper training in
youth, I agree that the bad hered
ity of the child will assert itself.
Mother love Is the most compel
ling and most sincere thing in all
the world. It always hurts me to
say a thing that may offend a de
voted mother. But we must admit
that many a child has been spoiled
by too much attention of one sort
and not enough of another.
To yield to every whim of the
child, to seek to anticipate its ev
ery want, to indulge its every de
sire—in these we have evidence of
giving too much attention, and at
tention of the wrong sort.
To watch its food and eating
practices, to see that the rules of
simple hygiene are observed—in
these we have evidence of of prop
er attention. Care of this sort
will be rewarded in the good health
and increasing vigor of the child.
If the environment is what it
should be. if the kindly direction
of the parents is unfailing, if ev
ery evidence of ill-health and phy
sical defect is quickly treated, we
may expect the child to overcome
its hereditary tendencies in the
great majority of cases.
What is to become of the adul
is determined largely in infancf !
and youth. If we do our part ill t
that period, we have reasonable ex
pectation that all will be well,
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Jill— : vai :|
Who am I? What great feat di#
I recently accomplish? Of whaF
country do I contemplate becoming
a citizen?
Of what state Is "Equality" tht
nickname?
What American poet was the son
of an actress?
"Wherefore he saith, Awake thou
that sleepest, and arise from the
dead, and Christ shall give thee
light." Where is this passage found'
in the Bible?
Today's Horoscope
Persons born on this day need
much rest. They should not fatigue
their brains with overwork.
Horoscope for April 2L 1929
Persons fom on this day should
be careful of their health and avoid
over-fatigue. They prefer public to
private ilfe.
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The Sun Made of Familiar Stuff
By Arthur D. Carpenter
Overlaying the photosphere, or
light sphere, of the sun, is a gaseous 1
envelope, but a few hundred mile!
in thickness, known as the reversini
layer. All of the metals observed tj
exist in the sun are found in thjj
layer, in a fused state: also si
other chemical elements are
abundant enough, or sufficient!
evidence to be seen. Othr elerf
yet undiscovered may be belr
solar surfac too far to regist
presence on the spectogra
atmosphere may shut out Kht
waves of some of the elerr £idi- j
ated from the sun. SVgjf />dium. :
magnesium, calcium. r* gnum and
iron are abundant sc^ar elements.
(More Tomorrow)
Answers to Foregoing Questions
1. Lady Heath; solo flight from
London to Cape Town; the United
States.
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