The Dickson County herald. (Dickson, Tenn.) 1907-1979, 1915-12-03

ter with her. they brought. AZ her ar
gent RICHEST. copies ~ thu extras
which were already being yelled from
every atreet corner and down every
quiet residence block.
The accounts we're. Ia the main.
more or less accurate. barring the fact
that they started with tina assumption
that there had bern one hundred In
Alliscn's party. all killed Later Is
sues. however, registtuliy reduced the
number OF de,id 10 forty. stx. and
finally none. at which point they be-
came more or less eoharent. and gave
an exact list Of the people who were
theirs. the cause OF the accident ard
a most appreciativsiy aecentuaied bis.
tory cf the heroic work Of the men.
Although abe regretted that her pic
ture had BIZ this time crspt into the
public prints. groered with the mar-
ders and defalcations OF the day. she
was able TO overlook this personal
discomfort as ono OF the minor pen.
alties which civilization has paid for
Its progress. like electric light bugs
and electric fan neuralgia. and the
smell OF gasoline.
In the meantime. the represents
tives OF the gay and caretree and abb
solGteiy uncurbed metropolitan press.
were by no means discouraged by the
fact that they had not been able to
secure much. except hectic imaginings
from the exterior OF the Sargent
house. They were busy 10 every other
possible direction. with the same COM
mendah!e persistence which We OBJ
serve In an ant 10 drag a grasshopper
up and down q cornstalk on the way
home.
Little Miss Piper Of the Morning
Planet somewhat wilhered and
puckered little woman, who had sense
enough TO dress 80 as 10 excite moth.
ing but pity. quietly slipped on her
ugly little bonnet with the funny rib
bon bow In the back. and hurried out
TO the magnificent residence OF Mrs,
Phyllis wofthmorr. who ioathed pub.
LEFTY and had photographs taken once
a month for the purpose.
The result OF that lighthearted and
light.headed interview. in which Mrs.
Phyllis worthmore. by special request,
WAS not quoted. suddenly sprang on
the startled eyes of Gall. when she
leaped through the Sunday Morning
Planet at eight o'clock next morning.
An entire page, embellished In the
center with 3 beautifully printed pho
tograph, was devoted to the sensa.
tional beauty from the middle West!
Around her were grouped nine
smaller photographs: Allison. Dick
Rodley. Willis Cunningham. Houston
Van Ploon. Rev. Smith Boyd. a sallow
youth who had danced with her three
times. a count who had said How do
you dor" and sailed for Europe. and
two men whom she had never met
All these crack eligibles were classi
Ned under the general head OF Slaves
to Her WitchiE5 Smile" and q big
boxedin list was given. In extremely
black. faced type, stating. In dollars
end cents. the exact value In the mat
rlmonial market OF each slave: and
the lively genius who had put together
this symposium. by q toweringly happy
thought conceived in the very heigh,
OF the rush hours. totaled the whole
and gave It as the commercial worth
OF Gairs beauty and charm. II ran
into thirteen figures, including the dol
lar mark and the two ciphers fol
cents.
When Lucille Teasdale and Arly Eos
land arrived AZ Jim Sargents house
at ten o'clock. and had been let In
at the side entrance, they found Cal
dabb!nE her eyes with q powder pun
taken from a little black travelling bas
which stood open at her sida Arlene
was a second later than Lucille II
clasp!ng Gall in her arms. because she
had to lift = travelling veil. The two
girls expressed their coincidence and
their horror OF the outrage. and vol
ubly poured out more sympathy: Their
they sat down and shrieked with
laughter.
"lt's too awful for words!" gaspet
Lucille. But It is funny. too"
Calls chin quivered.
There should be a law against such
things she broken-heartedly re
turned. in a voice which wavertd ant
halted with the echoes OF recent sobs
en- put the Planet out Of bust
ness" stormed Jim Sargent. stalkint
up and down the library. with his fists
clenched aud his face purple. III
bankrupt them" and he paused, as ht
passed. TO reassuringly pat the shout
der OF poor Aunt Grace. who sat per
fectly numb holding one thumb unit
the bono ached.
The press is the palladium Of oul
national liberty. Uncle Jim." drawlet
the soothing voice OF Ted.
You can't do a thing about H.
counseled Gerald Fosland, q stiff-look
ing gentleman who never made a mis-
take OF speech. or manner, or attire
"Shucks. Call" suddenly remem
bered Lucille. THE Big Faulkner re
ception Is this week. and your gowI
was TO be so stunning. Don't g