The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1915-02-19
BaGrange.

Mrs. Brown Jones Smith. Hub,
read Of an incident that occurred in
London, England, that il is said can be
proven by the death and marriage rec
ords to be a true story. A wealthy man
died one night. The next morning the
widow went, herself, to an undertaken
to select his casket. The undertaken
knew Of the mans wealth, that he left
no children and that his widow would
inherit all his money. He told her that
a man that was dead an hour was as
dead as he would be in a year, that he
had always thought her a charming
lady and envied her husband that be
possessed her as his wife; that he
wanted to marry her at once and if she
would consent he would give her for q
bridal present the handsomest buria
outfit for her late husband that he
could furnish, The widow consented
They were Immediately married, anC
that afternoon the newly welded groom
and bride rode in the carriage as CHIEF
mourners Immediately behind the
hearse that contained the remains Of
the brides late husband. Now, wal
just wondering" Mr.. B. j. "Wha
were you wondering, dear? Mrs. B. j
S.-"How soon they married in Mos
cow, Tennessee.
Mrs. A. c. Perkins of North Mail
street was visiting friends and relatives
in Grand Junction the past week,
The paragrapher of the Toledo Blad,
says. "Roosters do their Growing a
home, husbands down town." Tha
settles it. He is a married man. w,
know, because we are married.
Mrs. M. B. Cowan on Pine street ha
had as her guests during the past weel
her brother-in-law and sister, Mr.. ant
Mrs. j. I. Huffman, and little daugh
ter, Marie, of Winchester, Tennessee
President Wilson would rather sit Vi
with new baby than sit up with al
all night session of congress.
National Retail Liquor dealers wan
pay for saloons that have been vote
out of business. How about million
of homes they have sold out of bust
ness, the countless thousands of Iwid
ows and orphans they have made, tn
untold misery. suffering and poverty o
their cursed traffic? You could put tn
charity of their souls in the hollow of
mustard seed, and then it would be 8
hard and small you could hear it rattle
We were looking at pen drawing o
a battle scene of the European war i
one of our daily papers when the Majo
came in. The artist had drawn men a
the moment of being shot, with thei
arms above their heads, falling back
wards in heroic attitude. We aske
the Major if men died that way whe
shot in the Civil war. The Major file
his pipe, rammed the tobacco dow
with his finger and when he had got
going to suit him, said, "No, the
didn't, at least they didn't in the Civ
war. That picture is all right for tn
!, heroics, but when man was hit wit
cannon ball or bursting shell he wl
simply knocked over like nine-pil
If he was killed by rifle ball receive
except through the brain or stomach
just crumpled up and sank down.
he was shot through the stomach
grabbed the place where he was sh,
with both hands, ran around little al
then crumpled up and sank down.
he was shot thru the brain while in
STOPPING or crouched position, his mu
cles were tensed and he sprang into Il
air and fell dead like a shot rabbit.
The Majer puffed silently awhile, al
then, Il see they are killing more me
in week than we killed in a year, b.
then you must remember they hal
millions of men where we had thou
ands. Then, see they have these ne
tangled machine guns that with Oh
man to load and another to turn Il
crank and wiggle the muzzle about Ill
a man does the nozzle of water no
when he is watering a street, shoe
seven hundred times a minute. The
two men are equal to seven hundred
our men shooting with rifles. Anywa
they don't fight any braver than we di
And let me tell you son, they say '
we're whipped. That's mistake. v
just wore ourselves out killing tho
Yanks until we couldn't fight Al
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