The Birmingham age-herald., 1917-06-26
ONE FL PASO STREET LEADS ]
 FROM 2Oth CENTURY TO l6l
Going From the Upto-the Minute Texas City Travellers w. Five Minutes Can Witness the Squaor and Brutality
 of the Middle Ages in Ciudad Juarez N
By ZOE BECKLEY

,and Carranza revolutionary forces who shipped them by thousands into the l United States,
 MT. Terrazas, following a lucky bunch. finally joined the Association of Texas Cattle Raisers which helped him | detect his brands and reclaim his ami malls on this side of the border before the various "istas" got away with the proceeds.
 In fleeing Mexico at the outbreak of. the latest batch of upheavals, the poor old gentleman marched 200 miles to the border His son, Luiz, Jr., past 60 years of age, captured by Villa (please pronounce it "Veeya'D, was hanged until he told where the family treasure was buried.
 The villistas sacked the marble man sion, rode their horses into it. and rod them out again with saddle blankets made of priceless tapestries Not satisfied with these rudenesses, they kept the junior Terrazas two years prisoner He brbed the guards to let him escape, and after joining his father in Fl Paso dropped dead the other day while traversing a peaceful street!
 NEAT SHOPS SCARE TRADE
 Now we'll descend and walk toward that famous though mangy looking in- ternational bridge where the neat United States sentry and the forlorn cotton clad, grubby Carranzista meet face to face every 20 seconds at the middle. Near the bridge the Mexicans get dirtier. the street duster, the shops shabbier
 we don't fix up the place much one storekeeper told me. wed lose our Mexican trade They don't feel com fortable coming into a fussed-up, flossy placer
 That wooden tumble over there to the left is the market Note the Mexican women on the grounds. shawls to. the eyes (they believe all illness comes from something in-breathed; hence, the GOV cred mouths) selling stuff (Pardon thisf coarse word, but the exigencies of thqs situation dictate it. I
 The flapjacks they claw from a buckfet and stuff into the palm of the passfr- by are tortillas. Mexican bread. ThJey are not considered shopworn becaYse the customer finds them wanting in quality, but are casually slapped back again into their receptacle
 Apparently the wearing qualitie$ of tortillas are excellent. You have seen limp stack of them examined and re- iected by half dozen prospective Pur- chasers, yet they look scarcely frayed, and are still quite salable
 Hear the music? Guitars, tambournies and voices. A group of greaser lads are playing, half for sheer love of it, half for the coins the people eating at the long sloppy tables will throw them Lunching and dining at the market place is the sociable Mexican mode.
 BATHS THEIR PASSPORTS
 There is a government bathhouse by the river bank where certain ceremonies must be performed by the rebellious cit izens of Juarez before they can com mute regularly into El Pasu mousse and hotel servants, workmen and clerical cin- ployes.
 Now Now we cross the bridge. Afoot, the military authorities and customs men treat you indifferently. In the trolleya car the examination is more elaborate. Past the poor adobe houses, through tht ooors of which you get glimpses of fam fly life unpleasa intimate, we go int
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