The Waxahachie daily light. [volume] (Waxahachie, Tex.) 1894-current, 1917-04-04
TEXAS SHERIFF TEARS
HOLE IN The TARg{ |

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Texas, Is in our midst. Don't rilc
lin. But II you must rile him,
keep your eye on his right hand and,
9 bullying object on his hip. When
he moves that right hand--fade
away. Evaporate. It's your cue to
be on your way.
For beneath that bulge on his
nip Is a gun--a real sure 'nus
/ Texas bad-man gun, that shoots
I real bullets and shoots en- straight
The sheriff Is a mild hammered
man, except when he's riled. He
has friendly eyes that light up with
enthusiasm when he talks Of De-
tfoit. His upper lip, thin and quick
, to smile, is decorated with ions.
seraggly sage brush mustache, The
sheriff wears a great brown som
h1ero He has quiet, unassuming
way about him. and when he talks
\ about the bad men of Waxanacnia
| and how. once in awhile, he has
TO use the gatling gun on EN-. h.,
Goes so without bragadocio and
swagger.
That's Jim Hamm, sheriff of Ell
rs county, Texas. Dent rile him.
he breezed into police head
quarters to meet folks in his line
.of business, 1t was bit close in the
building and presently Sheriff Jim
removed his overcoat. In doing so
he inadvertently disclosed the
source of the bulge on his hip.
Holy, jumpin maekerel.s gasped |
a sergeant. What's that, sheriff. |
why, that's my gun. Reckon you
folks don't use gun like that up
here" |
No, the sergeant reekoned he did /
not. Sheriff Jim displayed his ar
tillery to the admiring and ever-in-l
creasing throng. 1t was little AS |
ealbire Colt. he explained, apoliget- I
ieally, and, yes. he reckoned it was
lretty good gun.
Can you shoot?" somebody ask
ed.
Yes, a little. I'd show you il |
you had any place to shoot round |
here
The sheriff's blue eyes twinkled as
re said this. He had failed to find |
any open space in Detroit large
enough for practice
But when it Was explained to him
that there was a target range up-
stairs the sheriff agreed readily to
exhibit his shooting powers.
Tears Hole in Target.
a new target was put up and the
sheriff produced his heavy artillery.
"Glimbin these stairs sorta took
my breath away, men. but I'll try to
hit something. he said, II sounded
like an alihi.
What you want me to hit2 That
black spot in the middle. All
Biooiet
The building trembled. 1t sound
cd like heavy firing in the North
Sea. Desk men, inspectors, clerks
and operators two stories below be-
gan to lock for fire escapes.
Hey, what's the Disaster yelled
"a voice.
Blooiei Blooie,
Sheriff jim shot three times and
each time bullet tore half-inch
hole in the target. Bulls -eye twice
and fraction of an inch miss the
third shot.
This amt like shootin at a
man." said the sheriff My heart
is fairly pumpin from that climb.
and | don't seem able to hold her
stiddy. Here. one of you boys try it"
One of the other boys did try it,
former army man. to whom AS
cannon was not novelty. He did
almost as we'll as the sheriff the first
shot, but he missed the entire tar
get the second time
Then Sheriff Jim tried one of the
regulation police guns. His aim
wasn't quite so good as with his
own gun.
81 cant shoot them things. some
how. They're too light. We call
EN- bean shooters down at WaXa-
hacnia.'' W'YEsy
That's Jim Hamm, sheriff of Wax