El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1911-08-29

III ARRY CHlIIENDEN, IetlIeu
financier, who owns "Larry's
- Lodge" in Bermuda. as a winter
residence, and has large interest in
time in an effort at reforming the CORY
state of Texas through his pen.
Larry Chittenden is called by his
friends THE Poet Ranchman," because
of his facility in writing rhyming
verses on every subject under the sun.
Mr.. Chfttenden says in a private let
ter:
saThe open saloon is the curse Of
Texas, and whisky is the cause of near
Iy all the murders and b1oodshed there
whisky and the abuses of the unwrit-
ten law and the smart lawyers. Fiji
ty-four murders in one year and 70
for the past six months in Dallas coun-
ty is an awful record for the land OF
my adoption. Do you blame me for
trying to preach? I care not SO much
for glory, but now that I am pros
porous I want to do some good-good
for dear old Texas; she has been so
good to me- That's all"
Accompanying this private letter is
one of the series running in the Dallas
newspapers entitled 'Tafferty's Let
ters," from which the following ex-
tract is taken:
Me old friend Kernal Killer-Kernal
Nimble Killer Core
Says the Killings in this County fer last
year was Fifty-four;
And he seemed to boast about II and
betrayed an inward glee,
When he said the six months ending
had of Killings Twenty Three;
When OF asked him for the reasons for
this wasfe of human PORE
He said-.Niggers. sab, and Whisky
and our Great Unwritten Lore.
We must protect our women-no mat
ter what they do:
We must uphold our Homeland shield
our families too,
Our women are all perfect-they can't
be indiscreet:
They never think Of flfrting-they are
all true aud sweet
Yes, sab, we men adore them-and
worship them in song
No matter whwat may happen-our
Queens can do no wrong!
When I had my little troub1e-killed
Major Bill XIII More
L employed Lycurgus Smart, sab. and
our Great Unwritten Lore
Yes, 1T cost heap of money-say a
thousand for that strife
But the Major was too jolly, and he
looked, sab. at my wife.
And had to kill that Drummer. who
sold goods for Mistah Wild;
For that low down Travelling Sinner
just flirted with my child
Our great Unwritten Law, sab, is the
Savior Of the Home
It's the Grandest Institution ever known
meath Gods. blue dome
With that law, sab, and some money.
and our Lawyers Of great skill.
We are doing things in Texas-and
living fit to kill.
There's my friend Lycurgus Smart,
sab, lawyer truly great;
He has saved more men from hanging
than all the lawyers in the state
If you could hear him argue and watch
his jury choose
You would realize that it's easy to es-
cape the Hangman's Moose.
Bad Niggers. sab, and Whiskey, are
the curses of this land;
But Rum kills off the Niggers here
around the Rio Grande;
And our great Unwritten Law, sab,
still permits a man to hurt
And wound and kill his neighbors-
then hide behind a Skirt.
It's the Grandest Institution ever
known meath Gods blue dome.
Our great Unwritten Law, sab, is the
Savior of the Home,
With it and Lawyer Smart, sab, and
some money for his fees
1 can uphold my Honah-and kill just
whom I please"
Alas. alas my brother is there no
more good will,
Or Milk of Human Kindness that We
must slay and kill?
Must this great state Of Texas, now in
our hearts impaired,
Become, through Blood and Murder, the
Scapegoat of the World?
Must our Brave, Brilliant People, who
saved the Alamo