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Starkville, Oktibbeha County, Miss.
• Published Every Friday by tin- News Priminj; Cos
Entered at the Postoftice at Starkville, Miss., as Second-Cl
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"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
“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
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
t( <iiilrnntr<l with llir quaint family
abode of earlier daya the ateraae
none to-day la merely an auarl to
the delleateaaen atore.
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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
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
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
“l ine, sir. Gettln’ limbered up all
"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,
“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,”
Attorney at Law
Office In Nash Building,
Starkvllle, : : Mississippi,
\V. W. Magnifier, B. M. Walker, Jr
L. L. Martin.
Attorneys At Lev
Starkvllle, : Mississippi^
Vetinery Surgeon
Offer* bis professional services to the
public. 'PHONE 202
Attorney at Law
G. Odte Daniel John 1). Greene
(Same Old Stand
Starkvile, : Mississippi.
| HOME. j
cattle anvwa* j
' > 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
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,
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, ,
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 |
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
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
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Vli>. Bonnie B;llo Scnles and
. !rs. Pate spent the vveek end at
nie I I AC., Columbus.
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By that time the pain would be bo
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