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... —.. I ©If Unmmsufllf HeralO _Established July 4, 1892 Entered as second -class matter in the Postoffice, Brownsville, Texas. TBE BROWNSVILLE BERALD PUBLISHING COMPANY MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS The Associated Press is exclusively enttMed to the use for publication of ail news dispatches credited to It or not otherwise credited in this paper, and also the local news published herein. Subscription Rates—Dally and Sunday (i issues) One Year... ta.oc ' Six Months. $4.50 Three Montha. $2.25 { One Month .75 - TEXAS DAILY PRESS LEAGUE National Advertising Representatives Dallas, Texas, 512 Mercantile Bank Building. Kansas City, Mo., 306 Coca-Cola Building. Chicago, HI., Association Building. New York, 350 Madison Avenue. St. Louis, 502 Star Building Los Angeles, Cal., Room 1015 New Orpheum Bldg., f 846 8. Broadway. San Pr&nclsco, Cal., 318 Kohl Building. Sparks from the Texas Industrial Anvil William C. Edwards of Dallas continues to furnish the people with his weekly bulletin of building ac tivities. There is plenty doing in the field of de velopment in Texas. Texans are told: That not in many years has there been so much activity among Texas railroads in extensions as now With the Texas and Pacific seeking iiermit for a 333 mile extension into tlie Panhandle, with the Santa Fes extension to Del Rio soon completed to furnish Tcj^s with direct communication as far into Mexico ‘ as Chihuahua now and with Topobolampo on the i west coast by the first of the year, the Rock Island is ready to award contract for its Vc-ga-Forest, New Mexico line, has about completed its line from Dal hart to Morse and the Frisco is expected to soon be gin work on it.> line from Vernon to Seymour. That if the Texas and Pacific gets its permit ft will bring the total of new lines authorized in the Panhandle and South Plains area to about loot* miles, including the 120 mile Denver-Burlington ex tension from Childress to Pampa. That the 1000 mile 24 inch natural gas pipe line that will extend from the Texas Panhandle to North ern Illinois and will serve 50 cities will be buried be-< low the cultivation line so that farm work will not be interfered with and the companies interested have seven trillion feet of gas available in Texas and Ok janoma ana Kansas. That development of a new deep-water port at Port Aransas, together with the creation of an indus trial center, is the ultimate $10,000,000 object of a group of Connecticut men who have purchased the $2,000,000 properties of the Aransas Harbor Terminal railway and Aransas Dock and Channel company. That bids on the 4450-acre $1,500,000 lake which Dallas Power A: Light company will build in Moun tain Creek Valley, west of Dallas, were received in September and construction will start early in the fall; that a portion of the short line will be used by . the city for a park; that the first unit of the power plant on the lake will be built as soon as the de- ■ mand approaches the capacity of the present 811 500 kw. station in Dallas. That endowment of $200,000,000 for the University of Texas from its oil royalties and bonuses alone is j predicted within 40 years by the land commiss* >ner j of Texas and in little more than seven years it has j received over $13,000,000 from this source. That Texas has one and a half times as many farms as any two states in the union, or 465,646, r-rtd,! furthermore, Texas has about 14 per cent of the farms in the United States. That the 6,001.101 citrus trees in the Lower Rio Grande Valley represent with the land they occupy a value of $143,000,000, an increase of $89,000 over that of a year ago and that last year 908.853 new trees were put out in that area Are the builders and developers active in Texac? Why ask? Read the daily newspapers and trade journals and then face about and march with the procession of wealth creators and wealth makers under Texas skies. Man Hunt on in Chicago *fhere is an official man hunt on in Chicago. It has the active support of many high court judges. AH the beer kings and vice kings and racketeers j have been listed as public enemies. They are to be kept #on the run. In jail or out of jail. If they are caught with the goods they are to be indicted and to be kept moving. A public enemy on the run hasn't time for devil- . ment. This is the police theory at least. A public sent to trial. If not caught with the goods they arc enemy behind the bars kept busy from sunrise until sunset would be thoroughly caged and prevented from following the bent of his evil nature. Mayor William Hale Thompson of Chicago, the idol of the republican mob and the real boss of the underworld, is a public enemy but his name isn't on the list. The Once Over : ij H. I. PHILLIPS ELMER TWITCHELL ON THE SALOON (Copyright, 1930, by The Assoc Ated Newspapers* ‘•Every time I hear a strange noise these days I look around and find it is some governor or candi date for governor coining out for the repeal of the Eighteenth Amendment," mused Elmer Twttchell, “but what gets me is that they all go at great lengths to look with professed horror on the return of the old-fashioned saloon. • • • • “I suppose you've noticed it. No public man de nounces prohibition without declaring that the re turn of anything like Grogan's Place would break their hearts. Well, it hands me a laugh. • • • • “The saloon had its bad points, but compared to the speakeasies and hideaways of today it was almost a church. And it at least had a little sunlight, a rea sonable amount of fresh air and some fairly good conversation. You seldom got poisoned in it and the proprietor wasn't the type of man whose good fellow ship was limited to a desire to keep you from dying on the premises. a a* • • “What I am looking for is a public man with the courage to come out for the repeal of prohibition and the return of the saloon The way to kill the saloon for all time is to let it return. There would be a great rush to get into it the minute it reopened, and there would be a great kick for a few hours in looking at the art calendars, shaking hands with an honest proprietor and swa Ding stories with a bartender who wasn't a hired gunman. But, after that, there would be a reaction. • m » • “Our drinkers have been sneaking through dark corridors, tapping on doors, exchanging curious coun tersigns and paying exhorbitant prices for terrible stuff in unventilated dumps so long that they just couldn't stand walking openly into a sanitary place and getting a good drink for a quarter. • • • • "What's more, the average American has devel oped the membership card habit. Under prohibition you're not a customer of a speakeasy. Oh. no. You're a member. You get an engraved card. You feel im portant when you give three knocks on ‘he door and show it to the man who removes the iron chain and lets you in. Well, suppose the old saloon re turned? Do you think the millions of Americans who have been toting membership cards all these years could endure getting a drink in a place where they wouldn't even be asked to show one? • • • 9 "Let the old-fashioned saloon return," concluded Mr. Twitchell, with emotion. "It would die in a couple weeks on account of striking the drinking public as too frank, too honest, too decent." The Exception Everybody in the United States, it seems, wanted to see Sir Thomas win those yacht races except Skip per Vanderbilt of the Enterprise. Massachusetts has a Marcus A. Coolidge up for the senate in Massachusetts. Could it be Calvin in dis guise? Miss Marion Talley, who quit a grand opera career to run a farm in Kansas, is back in New York taking up singing again. Our notion of distinct farm relief is a opera star quitting the farm. Possibly Secretary Hyde's feeling in that Russian short selling of wheat scandal is that it isn't the wheat, it's the cupidity. When Sir Oliver Lodge was announced as a radio feature the other day Ima Dodo tuned out with the declaration, "I hate them roadside inn programs." President Hoover's automobile had a flat tire en routc to his Rapidan camp, and his party was held up a half hour while a chauffeur changed it. We thought he had a commission to take care of that. An Idea Dublyn Crymes. the great detective, has a t henry to account for the mysterious disappearance of Jus tice Crater. He thinks he got into one of those bantam cars for a demonstration and can't get out. Add similies. As ambitious as a man who insists on going around a demi-tasse golf course with his wooden clubs. -——...—- i Our Boarding House . ... By Ahern [\a1HV7 I HAv/E a| ■rie/up vviMo has ] BEEAi RUM^lMd ^ AU EMPLOVmEU'T' BUREAU —AkX7 HE LISYEP A IfoB GiU -TeT Blackboard -Took i-t H(M5El.fJ AM"* CL05EP HL5 AClEAdcV; ^ S^EEP llki ~THE •REP - 1/ 1Al KA LOU BROOKMAN _, ~Zct%atm &/ AuiwOPOt "OASW POMANCE* O >930 Av NLA SERVICE —---—---^—y\ Begin Here Today Celia Rogers, 17 and Just out of high school, suddenly learns that the father she has believed dead Is living and a wealthy New York law yer. The revelation is made when John Mitchell, the father, calls at the humble apartment in Balti more where Celia lives with her mother, Margaret Rogers. Marg aret tells the girl for the first time that Celia is the daughter of a first marriage. Margaret and John Mitchell were divorced. The second husband Rob Rogers, has been dead for years. Mrs. Rogers and Celia have no Income but the mothers earnings as a seamstress, though Celia has secured a position as stenographer. Barney Shields, young newspaper photographer, is in love with Celia and swears they will be married some day. Mitchell proposes to j take Celia to New York and offers to shower her with luxuries. The girl refuses, but Mrs. Rogers, know ing that she herself is faced with serious illness and loss of work, per suades Celia to accept. All prep arations are made for her depart ure Celia and Shields spend one ! last evening together. (Now Go On With The Story) CHAPTER XI There came a faint rumble of i thunder. Neither of them noticed ‘ the sound. Celia raised her head Bamy's face, in the darkness, was so very near. Sh< touched his cheek with soft fingers, trembling at the miracle of his nearness. ‘•Barney—” she whispered. Tlic young man's arms drew her j closer. He captured the hand against his cheek and kissed its palm. Then he pressed her lips 1 Moments later they drew apart, breathless and eyes radiant. “Why are you going away, Ce | lia?” Shields demanded. “I don't want to go!’ ’ There was misery in her voice, j though the words were barely au dibe. Celia pillowed her head on j his shoulder, "Do you mean that?” I “Oh, Barney, of course I do! I don't want to go. I never did want to. It's because of mother! Now it's —oh. what am I going to do?” The answer, obsviously, was to take her head on his shoulder again, to tighten the arm about her j protectively and by means of lips, ; but without words, to proclaim over land over again that he loved her. All this Barney Shields did. 1 Celia clung to him, but still she was not consoled “Barnev. I don't want to go to New York!” "Then why are you going? She told him the story. It was an incoherent narrative. demanding , frequent repetition and explana ! tion. It was hard to make clear j because there were parts Celia her ! self did not understand. And there ' was the terrible prospect that next day she would be on a train, trav eling away from the two persons she loved. Shields’ skepticism had not quite vanished. He interrupted with ques tions. But it’s true” he said, ’about this father of yours having more cash than he knows what to do with?” “Yes. I guess so. Maybe that’s whv he’s so queer. He isn't like anybody I’ve known before ” Shields’ voice was sober now. “Going to buy you lots of swell clothes and introduce you to his rich friends. I suppose?” “I—guess so.” “Well, you'll be having a fine time. Parties and theaters and a tot of cake euters hanging around to take you places all the time Oh. i vou’U like New Y<'rk all right!” • • • There was bitterness beneath his cheerfulness. “Barney, do you want me to go?" “Why. I don’t see that I have anything to do with it. You’ll for get all about me and everyone else nere in no time. Sure you will!” ••0s. Barney, how mu you say that?” “Well, won't you?” Two brown eyes reproached him. Instantly the youth was repentant. Warm arms held her close as he kissed her forehead, her lips, her hair and eyelids. -Listen. Celia” Shields said tensely. "I’ve been thinking hard today—ever since your mother told me you wer? going r vay. That v as—well pretty much of a shock coming so unexpectedly. Made me think you didn't mean some of the thinas you'd said.” “But, Barney, I’ve been trying to tell you—” Her words were Interrupted. One hand tightened fiercely on each of Celia's arms. Shields eyed her Intently. Her answer was fluttering, low. “Yes.” "Do you care the way I do?” “I—I love you!” The wind had grown stronger. A groaning roar of thunder broke from the heavens as Celia was speaking. Barney held her at a distance, staring deeply injo the girl's eyes as If he dare not believe his ears. Then slowly he lifted her chin. “Celia, darling.” he said, “I can't ask you to marry me now. I've been threshing this thing out with myself all day. It wouldn't be right to expect you to give up all the luxuries your father can give you for—well, it wouldn’t be much more than poverty. I’m going to get a raise pertty soon. I talked to the boss about it a while ago. And I’m going to work hard. I’ll be th!nking about you every minute. I’ll be working for you. Do you—do you think you could wait for t:? Could you do that? I “I’ll wait ” “You darling!” It was a precious moment, more priceless because even as they pledged their love these two faced seoaration. “Celia.” Shields said after a time, maybe you won't feel this way after you’ve been gone a while. Maybe you'll meet someone else " “But T won’t' I know I won't’' “You'll bo sure to write often?” “Of course, and you must answer right away. Letters are going tc mean everything to me. I’m going to be dreadfully lonesome!” "You're sure vou won't forget?" “How could I" • • • They were brave promises ut tered with all the recklessness of youth How could this pair kn r that sincere vows are often the soonest brokpn?” A splash of rain was their firs* f warning of the storm. A moment later a blaze of lightning lit up thr road ahead. “Oh, we'll have to hurry. Bar ney? Look how that tree is blow , ing!” Shields had no eyes for the land [ scape. He was busy with the mechanism of the roadsqter. Al 1 ready they had circled about anc* were heading homeward. Celia Rogers never fr-got that drive. Wind whipped her hair back. The rain was just beginning to fall, but now and then a large ! drop touched her face. Alternately i the pavement ahead was as bright : as daylight and the next Inst, t , it was pitch dark. Thunder follow ed the flashing lightning. The little roadster's motor throb bed industriously. Barney increased ) the speed. The girl nestled close beside I him. She and Barney were alone . . .-. The MmS Stem Intimate Glimpses of the Valley’s Alley —-BY J. R. Atonic Elizabeth_Gordon Street Stars in a One-Reel Comedy. If Newspapers Copied the Movies..... The W ar's Over. World's Serious. Along Elizabeth Sam and Leon Perl.. .co-owners of The Fashion.. standing in the tront door of their shop talking things over.... Enrique Brulay... clerk at the same place.. selling some new fa’l merchandise.. .Car roll Crow.. .ex-Eagle football star ...one of the sweetest ends ever „een on a local field... working this year... it's a wonder some college doesn’t snap him up-Gordon Street.. .of the Rio Grande Valley Trust Company.. .lighting a cigaret ...enjoying llfe...Jas. L. Abney... lawyer.. active in the West Browns ville water fight...on his way to a meeting with the city commission ers...during which Mayor R. B. Rentfro said. Jokingly — "If you chaps make this much trouble out side the city limits, what in the world would happen if you were inside”...everybody laughed.. in cluding City Manager Z. A. Rosen thal. who took his cigar out of his mouth...just long enough for this .. .architect W. D. Van Siclen ... entering the State National Bank building.. .in which his office Is located. • • • News When a fisherman actually catches a fish "as large as the one that got away” and when a plain nut-and-out liar fulfills one of his ligeest lies, that makes news. Without calling Gordon Street, president of the Rio Grande Valley Trust Company, an out-and-out liar. It is generally conceded that ♦he othpr dav when he and others were telling how thev killed squir rels "back home" his story won first money as the largest prevarica tion. Various persons were bragging about how good they were at shoot ing squirrels, and of*e said that he alwavs shot them behind the neck another said that he used * 22 and shot them In the right eve. a third claimed he shot them this way. and a fourth said he shot them that wav. Gordon Street spoke last and said he nevpr shot the souirrels directly bn* shot at som*fh<ng in front or •»nder them, matin* this object bc*ir.r* i'D and kill the game. And then the genial bank pres ident went out to play a game ol golf at the country club. He drove from the tee. the ball going like a bullet, straight, but very low along the ground. A ground squirrel was in direct line with the ball, which dropped about ISO yards from the tee. and hit a rock. The rock, believe it or not, hit the squirrel behind the ear and killed it stone dead. The argument now is whether or not Mr. Street was lying the other day. • • • Heaven Help Vs If newspapers followed the style of the movies, the readers would have to wade through something like this preceding a news story: "Story written by Marie Jones, after interview with Mayor R. B. Rent fro. "Passed upon and stamped •'okay" by C. M. Hall, editor. "Copy brought to composing room by Jimmy, the galley boy. "Put into type by Miller White head. "Proof read by Marjorie Reil. "Placed in forms by Lawrence Mitchell. "Run off press by Bill Brown." • • • War’s Over Following a meeting at the city hall Tuesday morning, warring fac tions in the West Brownsville water fight signed an armistice for thirty days, during which period the old rates will be put Into force again. Flowers that have been dying for lack of proper irrigation will now blossom forth, and lawns, turning a sour brown, will be green again. Is everybody happy? • • • Goodbye Dinero When the pitcher hurls the first ball in the Worlds Series today, baseball's swan song is being sung. The season definitely closes with the termination of the annual se ries. and football is officially king Who is going to win the series? It's usually a simple matter to de termine. Merely place your bets, and the other team wins See if we re right. We place our money on St. Louis, Out Our Way.By Williams 7 \ / MAvte\ / vuEU-»ID^ / WAL^ BW \ / ME TAKE A / STAW OUT J A0rtKi~X THoT W BATH sure IWTH‘ AtR ' I KeTCHEO j \F SHE Evjetsl A LaTTuE CjtST a FAimT j SplSRuisiS X LOmOER \NW\FF uUt- j V^A*S HAviCW A FAim-T VSJHEKi ALAOV j AROOUO ^H‘ SMELL W»TH PeRFomE j Q-fC/ oumP. 1 Ou'TS\OE walRs 6V ' x«0 HA?Ta -fAKfe ^oou° ee Omw O* COURSE 1 A comPuETE I ^TRomGt THt-s Aim-T BaTH— -SO maWe sure MOV\J w6 ^ ^ rw,lu^ •»*#*wu-* ;>. »<—^.r'1' MOMEKT^=> VME'O UW€.“1o UVE OVER-_EmTRavjcE Tfe^T „ m u.». pat, orr. c i aao «v w scwvict. me —she and her Barney—defying the elements. Celia was not afraid. "Isn't it glorious?” she called, pitching her voice so that it could be heard above the roaring wind. Shields gave her a quick smile over his shoulder. It was his race but Celia was cheering for him. They reached the city streets ahead of the storm. Ten minutes later the roadster was parked ir front of the apartment house and Celia and Barney were rtnn'nt for the doorstep. The rain swept down in earnest now. "Made it!” Shields cried boyishly The girl beamed up r.‘ him. Then they forgot storms and all elr? as he caught her in an embrace which left each of them serious-faced. "Celia,” he said, "should we tell your mother?” "You mean—about us?” He nodded. The girl considered. ”1 don’t think so” she said doubtfully. “Mother’s upset any how about me leaving. I suppose its because she’s been workinr hard. I'm really worried about her Barney. Promise me while I'm away gou’U come to see her often and let me know Just how she looks. Will vou?” "Sure I will.” There was silence. The moment of parting was near—a parting for a long while. "Barney, you'll come to the sta tion to see me off. won't you?” "I'll try. What time?” ’ Four o'clock. Oh. please ccme! ■‘I'll be there," Shields assured her. “Kiss me. Celia. Kiss me and say you won’t forget what you promised.” "I—won't forget.” They parted with tremulous good nights.” Then Celia climbed the two flights of stairs and turned her key in the door. Margaret Rogers was still sew ing. She laid down her work a the girl entered the room. "You're late” she said "Did the storm catch you?” "No. That Is, Just a little b:: Barney drove awfully fast wher we saw it coming. I'm not wet." "Better change your things anv how.” The girl came nearer to inspect her mother's work. The brown dress was basted and ready to try on. “Put it away for tonight, moth er!" Celia begged. “You ought not to be wearing out your eyes likr this. There'll be plenty of Unit tomorrow.” Mrs. Rogers agreed. Later when Celia had undressed and slipped into bed her mother came into the room, patting the covers close and "tucking her in” Just as though Celia were a little girl. Her daughter opened half-shut eyes, smiling. "Going to beat you to sleep," she challenged. Margaret knelt down and kissed her child. Then she turned away without answering. • • • — At 20 minutes of four o'clock next afternoon Celia Rogers and her mother stepped into a cab and di rected the driver to Mount Royal station. Celia wore her traveling outfit Her cheeks were pale. One gloved hand sough, her mother’s fingers and closed about them tightly. She had not dreamed the final parting from everything she knew was go ing to be so awful. “YouH write." Margaret Rogers ALFRED TAMM Photostating. Blueprinting and Supplies Harlingen, Texas keys made for every LOCK We Change Combinations T. J. ROMMER Rear of Miller Hotel Phone 722 Juicy Steak Supper 50c Anthony’s Waffle Shop 317 12 St. Phone 983 . MamMmmmmmmmmammmmHm^M spoke mechanical!:1, 'and 111 an swer your letters each Sunday. Be sure to let me know as soon as you get there safely." ' Yes. I ll let you know." The taxicab drew up before the station. The" saw John Mitchell strolling back and forth on the platform. He came to meet them. 'Here in plenty of time" he said. “Ten minutes to wait yet.” Mitchell paid the driver's fee and motioned to a porter to take charge of the baggage. ‘ Might as well sit while we’re waiting." he suggested. "Will . ou go inside?’’ Mrs. Rogers led the way. Celia scanned the platform. The one she was looking for was not in sight. He was not in the waiting renm either. "I think I’ll step outside." she " said in a low voice. “I'll be right back.'' She waited as long as she dared, but Barney did not appear. ! He was not there when, amid 1 puffings and snortings of steam, the big locomotive pulled away i from the station. Barney Shields was not there. Only Margaret Rog ers, quivering, hiding her face with her Vindkerchlef. and waving a pair of shabby cotton gloves, s~l "ted the two passengers. Tears blinded the woman's eyes. She moved unsteadily, and over and over under her breath she mumbled these words. “She's never going to know! He promised me. She’s never going to know!" (To Be Continued) Every year England loses bv erosion a tract of land the size of Gibraltar. | Important ♦ ^ We firmly believe that one of the mo.H ♦ important and fundamental rules in our bus ^ iness is never to buy or sell an article, or a J service, sacrificing quality for a low price. ^ After all—we get only what we pay for. , ♦ ♦ HINKLEY MORTUARY + “Brownsville's Funeral Home'’ ♦ ... ;| Valley Abstract Co. || j; Abstracts of Title Title Insurance ■ ■ ;; Complete Title Service in Hidalgo < > and Cameron Counties <! <i < > II Brownsville j*k<±L Edinburg \\ J| Phone 1184 Phone 93 ;; < * o .....♦♦♦♦*»♦.. WOOD and DODD j Insurance — Surety Bonds i $ptvey-Kowalski Bldg. Phone 100 * | | BROW NSVILLE * t ! W.O.Rozell.\ jj: AUCTIONEER I “If it has value, 1 can sell it I j | and get the money” San Benito, Texas Box 512 imiiiiiiiioinmmmnimnmi I ,