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The Last of Rowdyism
It comes as considerable of a shock to learn that
bosses in certain lumber camps of the Pacific north
west have taken to laying out golf courses among the
stumps of the cut-over mountainsides where their
gangs have been working.
• The resulting picture is easy to imagine; the
heavy-fisted bull of the woods, arrayed in golf knick
ers. checkered socks and a form-fitting sweater,
waggles his golf club in a clearing that only recently
rang to the sound of axes, and whacks the elusive
ball over slopes where sweating lumber-jacks toiled to
bring ancient trees down to the matted sod.
It is all very surprising, and doubtless it is extreme
ly significant, in one way or another. At all events,
it would seem to indicate that the horny-handed
rough-necks of tradition are growing tamed at an
unprecedented rate.
A lumber-jack on a golf course! Well, times do
change. But there are places where this bit of in
formation ought to be received with loud cries of un
belief.
Peddle it through the old. cut-over Michigan white
pine country, some day, and see what response you
get. Michigan knew the lumber-jack in the day when
he was a sign and a portent for the timid; the day
when he worked like a Trojan all winter long, rode the
logs down foaming rivers in the springtime at high
peril to his unwashed neck, clung to one shirt
throughout his life and wound up each annual drive
with a two-fisted bender that jarred the w’hole pen
insula of the state.
The Pacific northwest knew him in the same in
carnation. Washington and Oregon can remember
when the woodsman's one great diversion was a semi
annual drunk that invariably ended in an epic fight—
a fight in which steel-spiked shoes descended lustily
on brawny bodies, a fight in which eye-gouging and
hitch-kicking were accepted as perfectly proper meth
ods of offense, a fight which as like as not would
tear down a whole building and think nothing of it.
That is the lumber camp tradi’ion. But now—
golf courses! Something has changed, somewhere.
Rowdyism is more intimately interwoven with our
past than we usually think. The lumber-jack was
only one among many; sailor, cowboy, miner, long
shoreman steel worker—all of these were halry
ehested, rough-and-tumble trades with no niceties or
refinements.
But the old order does change, and the lumber-jack
Is like the rest of us. We seem to have lost the fron
tier forever, somehow. If they can build golf courses
adjacent to lumber camps, our riotous past has been
eternally burled.
Will You Be One?
The report on automobile accidents for the past
year is out at last, and Its «.»? extremely de
pressing. No fewer than 31.000 people wore killed in
this country by automobiles, and more than
more were injured. This represents an increase of
10 per cent over the preceding year.
The dreadful significance of those figures is hard
to assimilate until you study them a bit. For example:
during the next hour there will be three Americans
killed by automobiles, and 115 more will be hurt
many of them, crippled for life
Who will those doomed people be—those who a’"'
die or be crippled within the next 60 minutes? Well,
one of them may be yourself. Or it. may be that your
car will be the Instrument that strikes one of them
down.
! The Once Over^
By EL L PHILUFS
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LINES TO A YOUNG LADY WHO SET A NEW
RECORD FOR LOOPING THE LOOP
(Copyright. 1930. by The Associated Newspapers.)
Twinkle, twinkle, lady fair,
Making loops up in the air,
Whirling like a wounded bird—
Don't you think it quite absurd?
Flashing ‘round and round in space
Yet not going any place:
Turning somersaults galore—
May I ask you, miss, what for?
Up above the world so high
Like a pinwheel in the sky,
Wrongside up you twist and sway—
Should a lady act that way?
Aiming for a record new
At a stunt few women do.
Going into loops and out—
What's it all, dear miss, about?
If your loops and turns are more
Than a girl has turned before.
If you make a thousand flat—
Tell me. dearie, what of that?
What can aviation learn,
What can engineers discern
From a girlie no place bound,
Simply turning round and round?
I admit that it’s a trick
Very good and pretty slick.
Still it leaves me cold I fear
And without the urge to cheer.
What I want to know Is this
If you will excuse it, miss:
Do you when you’re on the ground
Act In any way unsound?
When you’re in an auto do
You try looping in It, too?
Do you, washing dishes, dear,
Wash ’em standing on your ear?
Do you when you make a bed
Make it standing on your head?
Do you shopping ‘round the town
Ever do it upside down?
Do you almost always yearn
Just to turn and turn and turn?
Do you count the revolutions?
Twinkle, twinkle, lady fair.
Making loops up in the air.
Though you doubtlessly adore It.
I can see no reason for It.
News For Backward Spellers
The name of Constantinople has been changed to
Istanbul. This will be the best news ever received by
backward spellers.
An airman carried a lion in a coa,st to coast flight
recently but we dare him to try it with a giraffe.
In the book publishing price war one house will
sell books for 50 cents. Why not take a lesson from
the razor industry? Issue a good leather cover and
let the buyer fill it with new novels. Just like blades.
The St. Quentin prison has enrolled 300 students in
an aviation course. Special emphasis will, we as
sume. be placed on the take-off.
John Hays Hammond. Jr., has invented a "radio
eye" by which an aviator can see his way through fog
and the blackest night. Is It within the reach of the
man who can never locate the electric light switch
when he gets up in the middle of the night to inves
tigate a funny noise?
Palo-Alto co-ed prospective brides list seven pairs
of shoes *s among the essentials for a honeymoon.
Maybe thev\e not certain whether it's to be a honey
moon . _
New York version of an old adage: Nothing is
certain exeept deathVtaxes and a change in police
commissioners
"530 Injured In Salt. Crash.”—Headline That’s
what comes of all reachingVor it at once.
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Intimate Glimpses of the Valley's Alley
by j. r. “
Around Edinburg
George Hurt, Edinburg, director
of the Red Shirt band of state-wide
fame... riding around his home
town Sunday...H. C. Baker, super
intendent of the schools... looking
things over...A. J. Ross the elder
...mayor the the town...sitting on
the front porch of his home...
watching the cars roll by...Laur
ine Rutledge...bemoaning the de
parture of a certain John Judd...
looking pale.. .John Lipscomb...
riding with Grace Vandever.. .going
to a show somewhere. .Andrew
Kontes...big pie and coffee man of
the city...dishing out doughnuts..
W. D. Gardener.. .banker and own
er of a drugstore...making change
in the latter.. .dispensing cigarets
instead of notes at 10 per cent...
Dr. J. M. Doss...leading physician
...catching some air in his big
automobile.
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Muddy Water
The Rio Grande river is playing
havoc.
The waters have risen to a new
high mark, and the river has broken
out in many places, damaging
crops and in some instances mak
ing houseboats out of small shacks.
Monday afternoon Matamoros
was all hot and bothered fearing
an inundation of muddy water.
• • •
And speaking of muddy water,
the rio is so heavy with mud that
it looks like one could walk on it.
Dark brown, swirling in whirlpools
and currents, scattered driftwood
and brush riding with the flood, it
presents a sight worth seeing.
• • •
Hundreds, maybe thousands, of
people visited thie scene. Hundreds
helped in saving Matamoros from
being flooded
• • •
-Matamoros will certainly be
•wet' now,” was a remark heard
here Monday.
• • •
Something New
Starting today, the Herald will
print a daily Air Log "colyum’\
with all the news of the local
municipal airport printed, includ
ing passengers traveling by air,
pilots and their activities, and hap
penings at the airport.
The airport has not received
enough recognition.. It is one of
the biggest things in Brownsville,
and judging by the way it is grow
ing and expanding, it will soon be
much larger. There is really enough
news out there to fill several
columns. _•
And then, when the port
becomes a port and men go
down to the sea in ships—out of
Brownsville—we will have to have
a shipping column, with all the
trimmings.
Things are getting quite "up
town”.
• • •
Sidelights
The rounded comers at the in
tersection of Elisabeth and Eleventh
are proving satisfactory. Several
feet were chipped off of the two
south comers experimentally, and
the city commission will operate on
all business street intersections in
a similar manner if they decide the
experiment is okey. The rounded
corners give cars more space and
relieves traffic congestion tremen
dously.
• • •
The untimely deaths of Charles
Kunsch and J. H. Hayes Monday in
Indianapolis are shocking to those
hundreds of friends who became
aware of the accident yesterday.
Both were well-known and loved in
the lower Valley, and their friends
are legion. Charles Kunsch had
been in Brownsvile but four years,
but during his brief residence here
he had captivated a large number
of friends with his sunny disposi
tion and good nature. He attended
the local high school.
# • •
or Man River played well-well
with levees up and down the Rio
during the last few days, causing
hundr'/s of workers to get their
feet wet and their clothes muddy,
working on levees on the Mexican
; side.
• . .
The old relics at the chamber of
commerce are attracting an unusual
amount of interest among tourists
and other visitors to this sections.
The old Point Isabel locomotive, one
of the oldest engines in the state
of Texas—one of the oldest ia the
south, to be exact is like a mag
net, as it sits beside the tiny Mata
moros street car. The ancient and
massive anchors, found In the bot
tom of the pass at Point Isabel, are
other interesting sights.
• • •
Interest in the Sharkey-Schmel
ing match is beginning to mount,
and is slowly becoming the chief
topic cf conversation on the streets
around the Main Stem. The light
is of international interest, b tween
a Germsn and an American, and
| both lighters are first class scrap
pers.
It Takes All Kinds of Clubs to
..Make a City—There’s the Com
muters, for Instance, and the
Stammerers, Too
NEW YORK. June 3.—Manhat
tan has. among other things, a vast
assortment of unique clubs.
Since, according to legend, this
is a city big enough for like to
meet like, however odd the cir
cumstances, It is no more than na
tural that an assortment of every
body should get together in some
form of fraternity.
• • •
There is, for instance, a club of
commuters who for years have
taken a certain tram from Phila
delphia each morning for years
without end.
During this period of time, the
gents who prefer to live in Philly
and work in New York have met
time and again over their news
papers or 7*eir pinochle games
They have come to know a great
deal about each others’ lives,
through the small talk dropped en
route, and to have a neighborly
feeling toward each other.
Each day they take more than
four hours out of their lives going
and coming. This approximates, ac
cording to rough mathematics,
some 70 days —more than two
months—of a year Reduced to
eight-hour working days, it would
figure out more than that.
At any rate they meet once a
year and their banquet room is a
dining car on the line they
patronize. Some of them have been
at It for 20 years and deserve
croixs de guerre, even If all they
get Li soup.
• • m
Then there's the Stammerers’
Club, which deserves Its pla^e in
the sun It's composed almost en
tirely of gentlemen who in the
past or the present lust couldn't
make their speech behave.
The organizer came upon a
theory, quite accidentally, some
years ago.
He found tnat u a lew sentences
were said in public, before one's
fellows, that things would be sim
pler. So at each meeting some ex
stammerer or present stammerer
is called upon upon to say a few
lines. The statistics show a great
improvement in scores and absolute
cures in dozen of instances.
• • •
Farther up the island you'll find
the Explorers. And of all the spot
where wanderers over the earth
might be expeted to light, this ap
pears. on the face of it, the past.
Yet, day upon day, you'll find
the grizzled veterans of arctic and
tropic battles gathered around the
boards, quietly conversing or read
ing the records of other trips.
Names that have been imprinted
on history are casual in thi.>
romantic gathering place. Captains
and laymen mingle in home-like
fraternity.
The layman, wandering in from
the taxi-cluttered streets, will be
interested to fmd a group talking
seriously of the upper Amazon
fastnesses, the heart of the jungle
or the little known spots of the
Labrador. The particular world in
which they are momentarily caugh*
is just a dropping off place; a
temporary harbor until they can be
equipped and financed again.
• 9 9
Globes and alluring pictures and
great libraries of adventurous tales
are all about. There is a sudden
calm after the great storm of the
citv. For here the adventurous sell
their tales and tell their tales;
they arrange their lecture tours
and peddle their books; they find
swivel chair dreamers who put up
the money for other junkets and
great fountains of information.
The Byrds and the Beebes and
the Felix Reisenbergs; the Nan
sens. Rasmussens. Amundsens,
Pearys, Bartlett s. Ellsworths
Young husbands have always gath
ered here and the list of active
members Is one long list of haz
ardous exploits.
j MOVIE SIDELIGHTS j
I CAPITOL
Ra^Jo Pictures has given its star,
Richard • Dix. one of his most thor
oughly Mousing and characteristic
tcreen roles'»}n months in “Lovin'
the Ladies." aii\-talking comedy ro
mance which epens tomorrow at
the Capitci Theater.
Produced with . smartness and
piayed with deftness, “Lovin' the
Ladies’’ is ideal motion picture en
tertainment. The film* moves rapid
ly, is rich with gensime comedy,
ana contains a number qtf unusually
shrewd characterizations*
The succes. of the filwi is due
to a number of reasons. V’lrst of
all, Richard Dix shows he i\ a mas
ter at light comedy—parAcularly
now that th< microphone caVi pick
up his well-trained voice andVound
out his amusing pantomime \with
c. alog. Dix has never been Aore
appealng in a film to this reviewer’s
recollection. A
Dix receives caoable support froln
a supporting cast of able playerA
Lois Wilson, who was featured ini
a number of Dix films several years
ago. is at her best in the talkies.
at.d proves a most appealing hero
ine
QI’EEN*
“Girl of the Port " Radio pic
tures' Fiji Island story at tBe
Queen theater, is an intense drama
f livened at logical intervals iwith
Sally O’Neil.
These occasional breaks in the
serious narrative, lifts it from the
melodramatic strata of the John
Russell short story to a place among
| the most interesting films of the
| season.
Through the network of villainy
• native conniving and the general
indigency of the tropical port ol
Suva. Fiji, shines the spirit ol
regeneration the salvaging of a
human soul.
Dobie Sends Latest
Book to C. C. Library
“A Vaquero of the Brush Coun
try” by J. Frank Dobie of thr
University of Texas has been added
to the Chamber of Commerce
library, it was announced today.
The book deals with cattle men
of Texas, and several pages scat
tered through the hook are devoted
to the Valley and Brownsville. The
book was well received In the
library world, the New York Times
^commenting favorably.
\ COTTON SHIRTS
| Colorful little polo shirts in cotton
nlesh are quite the accepted style
fdlr wear with sports suits. You can
ifAve the collar unbuttoned, or if
vo«i want to look very' dressy, put on
a little bow tie the color of your suit.
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STORY FROM THE START
Linda Haverhill* father dies
when she is seventeen, leaving her
little beyond some worthless stock
certificates which she takes to her
father's old friend. Senator Con
verse, to dispose of. She instinc
tively dislikes the senator. Linda
marries Courtney Roth and finds he
Is a penniless adventurer who lives
by hi* wits. They live unhappily
until Roth dies in Switzerland. Lin
da continues to live like a woman
of wealth. The sfnator supplies
her with money, keeping up the fic
tion that her stock is yielding 1?
She meets Brian Anstey, a jourtg
lawyer. Converse reveals why he
ha* befriended Linda, and she re
gards her ultimate surrender as al
most inevitable. The senator re
sent* her friendship for Antseyl
Linda has a few days' happiness in
Antsey's companionship in New
York. Brian’s appointment to a dip
lomatic post is heins pu; hed by
Converse.
Ninth Installment
"Perhaps because you never be
fore met a woman who under
stood.” she returned Instantly.
When their laugh was over they
walked on in silence for a half
block, and then Linda surprisingly
reopened the subject.
"I wonder why Senator Con
verse’s influence would be different
from Mr. Fentress'.’’ she said
thoughtfully. She really wanted to
know; it was amzzing to find that
Brian, young and clear minded and
n little romantic, regarded the sen
ator with anything but aversion.
"It is different," lie said, and they
went on slowly. * I don’t believe I
can make you understand, but I
will try. Put into word's it sounds
fantastic or what 1 loathe—senti
mental. There, it’s out I” He be
come shamefaced again as men are
when they are forced to reveal
Their inmost thought that have to
do with vairgl ry. "1 wanted to
earn my spurs myself. I wanted to
make them notice me because of
my own brains, not the brains or
money of somebody else, but I
found that didn't weigh a penny's
worth beside th« fact that Simon
Fentress favored me and my grand
father controlled a large-sized vote
in his community. If somebody else
had been my father's son it would
have been the same, don't you see?
Not myself—but what I stood for.
I had to take my medicine or
leave it.”
"And if Senator Converse had
hacked you." said Linda in a low
voice.
“He wouldn’t, if he hadn't be
lieved in me. I was on my own
with him. and that made nil the
difference. His mind was not con
trolled by anything but his own
judgment.”
“Ah. He was not influenced by
your connections then;”
“I don't believe he knew I had
any,” said Brian simply.
“You admire hint?” she asked,
thinking of what Converse had said
last night. She could hardly keep
the scorn from her voice.
"Heaps.” said Brian, and she had
one of those illuminative glimpse
of what men may be to one anoth
er and what they may be to a wom
an at the same time.
The great facade of a hotel was
suddenly before them. A liveried
flunky stood before the revolving
door.* His blank gaze was fastened
upon the distance, but it was in
that he knew Linda and
aspected her to enter. ^
ii\o here.” '-he reminded her
companion, pausing.
"Won't you walk a little farther?
I haven't said half I wanted to.
What a fearful bore I've been."
She let him draw her on.
“I want you to understand of all
people. I know that what I’ve said
sounds like a prig or—a—boor,
which is nearly as bad. but If it’s
poinp to be like that, I wonder If
I really want It. I haven’t any
money and I’ll need a lot. They'll
expect me to live up to Simon
Fentress,” He laughed with u
tinge of bitterness.
Plie spoke impatiently. “O, but
if you loved it—if It was your
dream—so few of us pet our
dreams even in a tangled way!”
He looked at her hopefully. It
seemed that she had miraculously
voiced his half framed thoughts.
“A chap could do a lot of good
over there if he was really in
earnest,” he said wistfully. “It's
all such a muddle, and maybe It
doesn't matter much how I happen
to go—”
“That Is true.” said Linda eager
ly, ns if justification were pleasant
to her, also. “The result is the
thing, after all. If you get results.”
She was unconsciously quoting
Courtney Roth, whom every one
had forgotten. Suddenly she re
membered him. It was beginning to
mist in a fine, soft way. She was
tired from the long walk, and they
turned back obedient to a pressure
from her hand on his arm. He be
gan to reproach himself at once.
“You’re tired. You're awfully
white. I ought to be shot!” As
they neared the hotel again he said
diffidently: “I meant to ask you
hours ago, hut I got talking about
myself iike a duffer. Will yon dine
With (Bit S.iv that you will!”
But Linda smiled “no.” She was
always dining. He could not know,
of course, that her free evenings
were days ahead. They selected
one toward the end of the week.
Brian was in New York for an elas
tic r^riod.
“While the Fentresses arc here?”
Linda suggested with sudden en
lightenment. And when he admit
ted that as a matter of course, she
asked: “Why is Miss Fentress
against the appointment?”
She did not know hew cold her
tore sounded.
“Daisy? Oh. I think she's rather
keen on my keeping on with my
profession. I'm a lawyer—a sort of
one. you know. Daisy hates for
eign countries and all their parade.
She thinks they aren't real. She's
pure American.”
, Linda threw back her head, and
| laughed aloud. The gesture re
i leased the furs at her neck and a
; coil of the pearls she wore slipped
through and lay against the dark
soft collar. Her laughter was
startling, a little wild.
“Good-by.” she told him and left
him rather abruptly in the shadow
of the dampened doorman.
CHAPTER VII
Love's Labyrinths.
HER step lagged a little, but she
stiffened as she entered the
j hotel. The elevator was directly
i before her and she could have
gained It with a few steps. She
turned, however, and walked to
ward the grilled enclosure where
a gentleman, a lesser gentleman
with other dimmer figures, was in
stalled In that curious haughty si
lence that is peculiar to high priced
hotels.
Linda’s walk was one of the rar
est qualities she possessed. She
was so tall and slender that she
seemed always about to bend and
break under the demand of effort.
Her wraps were always slipping
from her shoulders, hut never did.
Her eyes, half veiled, appeared to
see nothing, hut she had seen dis
tinctly the looks that followed and
greeted her. The bellboys on thetr
bench were watching her furtive
ly; the second gentleman at the
desk leaned on hi* pointed elbow
to ltoteu to her, and watrh. All of
them saw the new expensive hat
and the pear’** slipping from her
rich fur.
‘My letters, please." Linda's
voice was sweet and very low. She
spoke as little as possible to such
persons as these. The letters were
in her hand, and she was turning
away before she said "Thank you"
in a negligent tone as though that
grilled-in group had no meaniog
for her.
Trey looked after her hopelessly.
She Fienied rich and prosperous.
The cl*efc looked doubtfully at a
letter tha'bad been separated from
the rest; fina’ly he tucked It away •
in a private pi3*>n hole. It would
not do to make a mistake in this
case.
But Linda knew nothing of this.
She passed on to tie elevator,
leisurely examining the >tters in
her hand.
Linda no longer occupied Cousin
Amy's house when the family were
away. The fiasco of her marriawf ^
was n half-told secret, discrete
ignored by her relatives, who*,
number seemed to have dwindle*
perceptibly. t It Is one thing tv
chaperon and champion a young
girl, very beautiful and pathetical
ly poor, but quite another to be
responsible for a widow, however
young and beautiful, whose affairs,
to say the lea«t, are in a muddle
and deeply mysterious
Cousin Amy Ralston told some of
the others that she always felt a
cold chill down her hack when she
heard Linda's voice in the hall, so
it happened that by degrees her
own voice became so cold, so brief,
that Linda, not wishing to give
pain, refrained almost wholly from
communication with her sensitive
relations.
one tin'! purut* ‘urutiv aut
woman free and pretty, dressing
more than well and seen at her
l>est everywhere, is bound to have
friends and invitations. Only to
Linda the people who took her
about and entertained her seemed
oddly lers like friends than adver
saries. It was a curious feeling
that had grown upon her lately.
She was always on guard, always
standing ofT a little while she
smiled and talked softly. It wns
n? if a hundred pairs cf eyes were
seeking for a crack In her armor
which she was determined they
should not find.
For a long time she had had t
splendid time. She was not in the
strict sense of the word a woman
of society. Rather, she took what
she wanted of society and let the
rest, the bores, the dull parties, the
committees, alone. The people she
was seen w ith were usually charm
ing. though some were a little
vague about themselves. There
were always plenty cf hosts, dated,
by the ease, the grace cf Linda and J
her friends, who were quite ready- ^
to pay for the party.
It had puzzled them all that she
had not married again. There must
have been plenty of men to manrv
her—rich, desirable men who could
give her the setting she deserved.
But Linda was faintly amused by
this wonder. Talk of mamas* al
ways brought poignantly before her
the vision of the aftermath of her
twenty-four hour honeymoon, for
it had lasted no longer than that,
she knew.
But after she met Brian Anstey
she began to think of marriage
again.
Not consciously, thougfl. Mar
riage as a form of ceremony did
not enter h* r mind. She would
have checked the idea in its birth.
If her conscious self had not heen
drugged by the artful subconscious
that knows so well how to take its
victims unaware. Linda conk! have
argued herself out of lore with a
poor young man If love l^ad not
stolen upon her and Winded her
eyes with beauty and sikiced her
lips and deafened her witrf dreams.
She never thought of raarfriage but
she began to chafe at th4 life she
led. I
ITO BE COXTtXt E*.)
Date Changed For
El Jardin Picnic
The annual get-together picnie
of El Jardin citisens. originally sot
for the first Wednesday in June
has been postponed until June 11.
it was announced Monday. The
change in date was due to unset
I tied weather conditions, and the
new pavillion not being completed
1 to date.
Several prominent men
scheduled to speak and a
v ill be given by the Frr^ Brown
; ban:!. In addition to attrac
; ions. the usual fl events will
i take place.
At noon a * dinner will be
served, ar^ Brownsville citizens
?je 1'X^ed to attend. At night a
'dance will be staged in the new
pavillion. which will be completed
by that tune. The Black Hawk
orchestra will furnish the music, it
was announced today. _ » '
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