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THE STAEKTILLE NEWS Starkville, Oktibbeha County, Miss. • Published Every Friday by tin- News Priminj; Cos Entered at the Postoftice at Starkville, Miss., as Second-Cl Mail Matter. < Subscription Price—One Yeai $1 50; Six Months, 75c. | The | t Red Cross Man* $ t I I * * * ★ J By ROY PERRINQ. J "Tenshun! S’lute! Make her ■nappy— That-u-boy!” "Who wuz the ttlrd, Hal? Looked like a six-cylinder officer, but they don’t ride In no flivver.” “You are guessin’ close, Ireland. Didn't you see the Ited Cross ou his Jitney? That’s the Red Cross Man. He’s got a real handle but few know what It’s like. Every jack from the C. O. to the ducks in the guardhouse call him the Red Cross Man. Got ’em In all the camps.” “I didn’t see none at Wheeler’s field. Is he what you call—not a preacher— but a—” “No, Mike, he ain’t no chaplain. If that’s the handle you wuz huntin’ for. The cross is a big red one, an’ the A. B. C. on his jacket don’t stand for aero reserve corps, but the American Red Cross. I heard him the other piorning when he tried to start his flivver after the rain. Captain Welsch paid his language was Biblical, but it wuzn’t orthodox, whatever that means. It sounded like good old United States to me. No, he ain’t no preacher, but I peekon he knows how to talk turkey to the boys all right. Corporal Murphy hadn’t been giving his folks a square fleal ; never sent any money home, l-soakin’ his pay shoolin' craps two hours after getiin’ It. The corp. tole |ne the Rea Cross Man talked to ’im like a Dutch uucle, an’ when he got through, the corp. bud signed a paper lellin’ Uncle Sam to take a strangle flold on half his pay, an’ slip it to his (notber. Take it from me, Unde Sam pale likes to hear them sort of orders, an’ to show how happy he wuz to get the corp's message, he chucked lu twenty more piuukers to the corp’s fif teen an’ the mother's gettin’ thirty-five per. Sure she ain't happy less she’s wraslin' with a washboard every day, but the corp. tole me she wuz only p-takiu’ in live family washes uow. an’ the kids wuz goin’ to school again. When the Red Cross Man had a toe hold on the corp., he persuaded him to take out insurance, same as the rest of us boys, an’ then he tole him he could gamble his bloomin’ block off with the rest of his pay. The corp. gets a good night’s steel) now on pay day, cause what’s left of his pay only lasts till about ten thirty.” “Is this here lied Cross Man a real fur-sure oflicer, Hal?” Rank of Officer. “Well, I d’no. He ought to be. We pall him captain, or lieutenant, and say ‘sir’ to *lm. He says he’s an offi cer without rank. Says the leather putts and green pants show that he’s part oflicer and the rest’s Irish. The new ders don't know whether to s’lute or not. He says we can s’lute the cross if we feel like it, but he don’t cure a linker’s hammer whether we s’lute, him or not. We old vets know ’lm an’ s’lute the cross an’ the than that’s bellin’ it. But officers and pri vates are all the same to him. 1 seen ’im talkin’ to the C. O. the other day, an’ he wuzu’t actin’ as though he was any scared of him. They seemed to be real friendly-like. But he don’t seem to care whether he’s talkin’ to the C. O. or a N. C.* They all look alike to him. He takes chow at our mess sometimes, an’ tin dishes don’t upset his slumik any. The buys like to have him, cause he Joshes 'em along and they forget they’r still in the States 'stead in France where they all waut # to be. He can deliver the mer chandise too. Last winter when Tom Mason's wife and four kids come down here from Detroit an’ got sick, the Red Cross Man got Tom a leave an’ took 'lm to the burg lu his flivver. Then he •ent Tom's wife a doc, an’ some coal, an’ some eafs. Reckon he must a’ helped Tom get a discharge so be could support his family, though no body knows nothin’ for sure. Slim Dawson thought he did, though, an’ asked the Red Cross Man to help him get off Uncle Sam’s pay roll. The Red Cross Man wrote some letters up to Slim's home town, an’ when they come back, he tole Slim his wife and kids wuz a-drawln’ forty-seven fifty per and they wuz better off with him workln’ for Uncle Sam, an’ he’d better •tick aroun’ and help make Germany aafe for democracy." “Must have the spondnliz an’ some pull, If he’s so free with the cash an’ knows so many people everywhere.” He Ain’t No "Plut." "No, he ain’t no *pluL’ They say he don’t draw aojay, an’ .he p dishes his own shoes, an' lu a pinch washes bis own shirt. Hut you see, Mike, this Red Cross Man business is all over the States. When a soldier from Millers villi* gets word his folks is in bed, he goes mo|iin' aroun’ like a doe wa’s met up with u skunk. He's soured ou the whole show, an’ all the sugar this man Hoovers saved couldn’t sweeten him up none. His off’ see he’s punk an’ they try to work it outer him, but it only makes ’im punker. They look for him to go over the hill next. Then the Red Cross Man hears about it. He gets him in his office, or in his jitney, an’, believe me, he knows how to find out wliiit’s wrong. Then he writes up to Millersville, where they got the Red Cross too. an’ they go see what’s askew with the doughboy’s folks an’ they pull the fly out the lemo and write back that Jill’s hunkadora an’ that slek bird just -goes to eatin’ up the work again. Why the KejJ Cross I. ran do most anything, from jiatch c’ up busted matrimonies to puttin’ ce in Hie family refrig. Carl Wall rj er was busted up when lie heard ge A. us n-goin’ to lose the little house be an’ his frau had most paid for, 1 ! , ause they couldn’t dig up the interest, file Red Cross Man wrote to somebody in' one day Carl was a-smilin’ all over bis Dutch phis, cause he’d got a letter Bayin’ he could pay the interest when he’d cracked Kaiser Bill’s strong box. I Crrl's United States if he is Dutch, He uzii’t aroun’ when they picked his mi me. Motors don’t go dead when he’s given them the once over.” “There's that Rod Cross on that um brella.” “Bet v’nr neck. The M. Ps wuz get tin' their kukus dried up, standiu’ out in the sun keepin’ the trucks from a-gerfin’ jammed at the crossin’s. The Red Cross Man got umbrellas an’ put ’em on those platforms, an’ new the M. Ps ain’t afraid o’ loosin’ their think boxes an’ are ail scrappln’ for a shady crossin’ job. He’s always doin’ some thin’ for the hoys. Lust winter, when we most froze stiff, he got fifteen thou sand blankets, an’ sweaters, an’ muf flers, an’ gloves, an’ sox to .keep us warm. They* say he worked four days an’ nights 'fore he got us warm and feelln’ Umber. Lust Xmas he give us dandy boxes of stuff, candy an’ the makln’s, an’ a lot of stuff. Made us feel like ole Santa hadn’t passed us up but had come a-slidin’ down our tent pole.” Helped Him Out Then. "Where'll you learn to know him?” “Him and me got real chummy last spring when 1 wuz iu the hospital aft er that propeller blade mussed me up some. He'd come aroun’ to see me most every day. Always hud some thin’ to say that made me feel better. Why, tlie nurse’d get so she’d bring me that damned hospital cocktail when he wuz there, cause she kuowedi I’d take It without cussin’.” “A cocktail, an’ you cussin’? Quit your kiddin’!” “There you go again, showln’ what you don’t know. Mike, my boy, a hos pital cocktail Is Just plain straight castor oil, without any water as a chaser. Take it from me an’ stay away from them docs at the hos pital or you’ll get oue o’ them cock tails. The nurse tole me they most run out of the durned stuff oue day, an’ the next hatch had got tied up with red tape an’ couldn’t get in. She said the patients wuz all a-gettin’ sick, cause they get well to keep from get tin’ them cocktails, but the Red Cross Man went out an’ bought a hogshead or two and the patlebts began to get well again, so’s they could do without their toddy. She tole me I musn’t hold It agin the Red Cross Man tho‘, cause the docs tole him to get it, an’ that he gave right smart nicer things to the hospital than them durned cocktails — It makes me cuss to think about ’em. Well, I wuz a-tellln' you how me and him got chummy. He saw I couldn’t write, account my bum wing, au* he asked me if 1 didn’t want him to write my letters. I hud him write to moth er, an’, after we’d got acquainted, I asked him to write to Nellie, my best girl back home. I reckon he thought I wuz some mush on her all right, but he never said nothin’; just put it down Uke I tole him. He looked funny aroun’ the eyes sometimes, but I reckon he wuz happy cause we wuz wrltlu' to my Nellie. When the docs lets me go. I wun't good for nothin’ an’ wanted to go home till I got strong, but I didn’t have the coin for the fare all the way up to Indiana. But darn my cats, that Red Cross Man got me a leave an’ then loaned me the cask to go. Paying Back Loan. “He didn’t charge me no Interest neither. I got It most all paid back now, but he ain’t pushln’ me none for it. Nell says she’s a-goin’ to kiss the Red Cross Man firsts chance she gets. Well, I reckon he’s the only bird about this post she’s got my O. K. to kiss If she’s got the nerve, £he Red CQtftf THE STAEKVILLE NEWS, STARKVILLE, MISSISSIPPI. t( <iiilrnntr<l with llir quaint family abode of earlier daya the ateraae none to-day la merely an auarl to the delleateaaen atore. ‘ ■ When but a mere boy I read with the keenest delight that Immortal masterpiece. “Snow Bound,” by the Quaker poet, John Greehleaf Whittier. It is truly a gem of American litera ture. because it portrays to us such a realistic and vivid word picture of the home life of New England in the early pioneer days of our nation. The strlk big note throughout the whole poem is the fact that the home is pictorial as an individual kingdom, or empire. This note of individuality leaves a deep and lasting impression upon its readers. As the picture unfolds to view there Is revealed the well stocked larder of the average family of that day, who, because of necessity stored food in summer In preparation for tbe long wintry days that were to come. We can almost taste again those home cured hams; crack again the nuts be fore the roaring log fire; hear again the ticking of the honored clock; see the women spinning: watch the men clearing pathways and doing their other daily chores, attired in good homespun woollens. Truly, Whittier has drawn a divine pen picture of a real home. The pic ture he has drawn has long since been erased from tbe canvas of our national life by the ever advancing hand of modern civilization, but I am glad he painted it, for it bolds some lessons that frill profit our present generation and those of the future if they will take the time to view and consider the picture. Let us contrast the picture with to day. First, If you were to ask one hundred persons of they could ■ttati ajs ne can stand it, it sne can. That’s his ciuurters over there with the red roof and t lie sign out in front. He’s got a card in the door that says, 'Come In’ an' you don’t have to stand at a’ten shun when you talk to him. JJe pushes out a chair, passes the smokes, an’ first thing you know you’re telllu’ him all about yourself and alt your trou bles. It don’t make no dlff what’s got your goat, he’ll sure find somethin’ to make you feel better or forget It. If you ever get the blues, or the willies, go see him; he’s better than six docs an’ ten hospital cocktails—darn ’em. Here he comes buck again. Been helpin’ some bird in the 73rd, i reckon. He’s goln’ to stop— ’’ “Hello, Thompson, how’s the shoul der?” “l ine, sir. Gettln’ limbered up all right.” "Who's your huddle?” "Mike O’Conner, sir. Just In with the 195th.” “Olad you are here, O’Conner. You Irish lads are the very deuce when It comes to a scrap. Hope you get your chance soon.” “Yes sir.” “How’s the mother and Nellie, Thompson?” “Mother’s well and Nell’s as fine as silk but lonesome.” “A good sign, Thompson. Just look who she’s lonesome for. Bring O’Con ner around some time. Got some more Bed Cross stationery yesterday. When you need more, drop In and see me.” “Yes, sir—” “There he goes a-glviu’ that private a lift in his jitney bus. Nobody walks who’s goln’ his way, if his qle flivver’ll hold them. Take it from me, Mike, he’s helpin’ us win. They’ll be sendln’ him across one o' these days. I hope we get to go with him. Well, trot along now. See you after chow,” PROFESSIONAL M. A. SAUNDERS Attorney at Law Office In Nash Building, Starkvllle, : : Mississippi, \V. W. Magnifier, B. M. Walker, Jr L. L. Martin. MABRUDERt WALKER & MARTIN. Attorneys At Lev Starkvllle, : Mississippi^ D. E. RAINEY Vetinery Surgeon STARK VILLE MISS. Offer* bis professional services to the public. 'PHONE 202 JOHN PERKINS, Attorney at Law STARKVILLE, - MISS. G. Odte Daniel John 1). Greene DANIEL & GREENE {ATTORNEYS AND COUNSELORS AT LAW (Same Old Stand Starkvile, : Mississippi. | HOME. j LET THE PRICE OF MEAT CO OP. I'VE GOT MV OWN 1 cattle anvwa* j WAS AM INOEPESOEST ' > kingdom n-t-H have chosen the time In which to live whether they would have preferred the early or primitive stage of our national life or the present, ninety nine would express preference for the present. Their preference is almost entirely upon the present day luxuries and comforts. They tell with great ardor and glowing enthusiasm how the humblest worker of to-day can live in a house fitted with all the modern improvements, how he can bathe in a bathtub, which pleasure was denied eVen the immortal Wash ington. The average home of to-day is but an annex to a delicatessen store. In Trustee Sale. Whereas, Dero Smith and wife Annie D. Smith did on the Ist dav of Novem ber 1915, execute and deliver to Franc! B. Hoffman, Trustee, a trust deed o> certain lands In Oktibbeha Count State of Mississippi therein described to secure the sum of J-100 due by sal Dero Smith and wife Annie D. Smith I the British & American Mortgage Com pany, Limited, which said trust deed B recorded In Oktibbeha County, in De Book 132, Pjige 29 to which reference hereby made: and whereas default h been made in the payment of the moi eys secured by said trust deed; an whereas the undersigned has been dul> appointed substituted trustee in tin place of said Francis B. Hoffman a. provided In said trust deed, see Deed Book No. 145, page 92, and has been duly requested to execute the tius therein contained; Now Therefore notice Is hereby' given, that under and by virtue of the power contained In said trust deed, 1, the undersigned substitute trustee, on the 18th day of January 1919, between 1 the hours of 11 a. m. and 4 p. m., at the Court House door in the town of Stark vllle in Oktibbeha County, will by pub lic auction sell to the highest b.dder for cash the lollowing described property, vlx.: vVest half of the south east quarter section twenty six (26) township eighteen (18) rarge thirtee" (13) con taining eighty (80) acres more or less. Said land will be sold to satisfy toe debt secured by said trust deed, a id such title will be given as is vested In said trustee, , G. OUIE DANIEL, Substituted Trustee. Mrs. L. C Wood attended the funeral of her brother-m law, W. B. H Wood, who died in Corum bus Tuesday night. He is survived by one sister. Mrs. M. R. Patterson, of Colum bus, and to her we extend our heart-felt sympathy. nr ■ artir n—wi ii Are You a Woman? I m Ml The Woman’s Tonic | FOR SALE AT ALL J lu our clamor”for luxuries we re fMHI bveomlun a natb a of (be hot house variety We love our bath tub* more Ibitii our principles, our mad pace for specialization wo have allowed tin* dollar to become tho medium through which even our dally sustenance Is provided. The men of Colonial days did not have as many “slmoleous” pass Into their pockets and out again, but they had something far better—the real goods hanging in their storehouses and cellars. Men of to-day have grown afraid to express their honest convictions, even if they possess them. I like the spirit of Hie good old Colonial days and those succeeding years up to 1800. That was the age that was not 100 busy obtaining ease and luxury to I figlil for principles, an age of strong men, having its consummation In a Lincoln. Those were the days when If a man thought auother”was .a liar he told him so. It may have often resulted, in unpleasantness, but give them credit; they were honest. We of to-day are hedgers: we are on the dividing line of things and wabble j whieliever way the wind of opinion ■ blows. The bookkeepers and scribes of eternity must indeed be busy entering, erasing and re-entering our names In the line-up of life. While the mothers of to-day are busy in club meetings, federations and socla' uplift work, there is slipping out of our national life the institution that alone can make our nation great —the true home. Mothers, view again ! Whittier's picture, painted from an age when men'loved principles better than comforts: there is a lesson there for you. Establish again homes that will -how results i;i the real aud vWgflHPMiMpi f-- ■ *4 Vli>. Bonnie B;llo Scnles and . !rs. Pate spent the vveek end at nie I I AC., Columbus. 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