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The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1919-09-21


represented by all-American stars and
big players from the western schools
Brown is easily six feet, balances the
scales at 210 pounds, and from the way
he has been cavorting around the grid
IRON, Will be a power in anyone of
the rush positions.
BEETLE RETURNS
Today, "Snid' Bette, the scrappy CEN
ter of the 1915 team, reported Bettle is
lat present slightly under weight, but
showed the old fire that characterized
mis- work in the ante-belum days Word
has been received that Brawley and
Burton are on their way to the noun
tain. The first named is a tackle of
considerable dimensions, and will be a
tren endous asset in the line This de-
partment of the Tiger machine promises
to be a rev elation to the line of the
past two seasons. Burton, it will be
remem bered. was in school last spring
and won the high jumping event in all
of the track contests. When in the
army, lie made full back on the THIRTY
sixth division team which was the
champion aggregation of all of the
Texan camps. He played a sterling
plunging game for the army eleven
and will be welcomed by his old team
mates at Sewanee.
OF the team of last year is Wright
who has experienced two seasons at
full; Cooper another two-year rush
man; Captain Harper, who alternated
between half and quarter, and Satterlee,
six-foot guardsman. All of these men
have. come out of the preliminary prac-
tees in splendid shape, and will be val
liable forces for this falls eleven
Coughlan, the rangy racing demon of
the 1913 track squad, and halfback on
the s. A. T. o. team, has returned and
will most likely give good account of
himself. Two other men. scrubs of last
season. whose showing presases first
team berth, are Query and Scott
NEW MEN REPORT
Several new men who have gained
names in prep schools have answered
the roll call. Among the likely candi-
dates are Werner, Evans, Hicks and
Closlin. The first named pair are bat
Ting for line positions, while the last
two are Texan products out for the
backfield.
Coach Abel has introduced the Tigers
to double practice periods The squad
is on the field at 10 a. M and is pushed
through gruelling workout until noon. !
The regular afternoon conditioning
takes place at O'clock. From the mo-
ment the first prospects appeared,
systematic programme was entered
upon. The men pass the ball to loosen
up lazy muscles and then go through
strenuous reducing exercises for half
hour Next comes running formations
and games and then falling on the spin
nins, pig skin Early attention is Civ
en- to kicking and running down punts
Yesterday a tentative eleven was select
ed and line buoy signals were called
vigorously for half hour. Coach Abel
is driving the men hard and is rapidly
whipping them into shape.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-16
By Joe Busche


ically. He turned, smiling at her puE- zIed face.
 "Oh. buy anything" he advised. people buy at rummage sale just for the sake of buying. to help the cause, whatever it may be-
 The psychological moment had come!
 Aida turned like flash. From. 8 box behind the table, she drew forth a wonderful, shimmering mass of satin and lace; shook out the 1ustrous folds and murmuring sweetly:
 Possibly your-your wife might like this, as-as a-souvenir. You'll see it is somewhat old-fashioned. It was intended for a wedding gown; but the bride-to-be found out that her promised husband was not-was not"
 She found her voice deserting her. and stopped to pick up fallen pin cushion.
 The other woman uttered an excla- nation of delight
 ''Why, it's beautifu1-beautifuI! she cried. "Of course I'll buy it! It
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-16
By Clarence Garden.

died. His mothers eyes were blight but fearless. Hers was an intense na- ture that had moved too long in mar TOW limits
 John met his wife at the station. He had crepe band around his hat, and kissed her with gravity. I've made all arrangements for the funeral, Amelia, we'll have the best of every thing. I've engaged some fine sing CTS"
 John, he won't know now. The time was when our boy went wrong, to have stuck to him."
 But he disgraced my name"
 'He never was a bad boy" apo1o- gized the mother, "but easily led. He never would have got into that brawI if he hadn't been drinking. We are both to blame for his bringing up. We laughed and thought how cute he was, when we should have checked him, and he grew up thinking how smart he was, When he came home that night you told him you wouldn't help him, he'd disgraced you. Threw away
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scornfully, mentally bracing herself for the trying ordeal of greeting her old lover under the curious eyes watching her; and so, like wise gen. eral, she took the initiative; and as the couple drew near, she called out friendly:
 Welcome back to WoodviIlei You'u find many Qf your old friends here to- night, and I hope that you and your" She paused purposely, and Henry murmured a polite, if somewhat shaky:
 Mrs. CT, I want you to meet an old friend of mine-Miss Aida Barnes"
 Aida put out slim hand to meet the warm grasp of the older woman, who, after expressing her pleasure at meeting any friend of "Henry's" began looking over the articles on sale She finally turned to her companion, who stood leaning against the table, his eyes frankly fastened on the face of the saleswoman on the other side of it.
 "I can't seem to find anything I could use, Henry" she said apologet-
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-16
By Elsie Endicott

crossed over to the dental chair, seat ed himself, pointed to the tools lying about and rubbed the side of his face.
 "Aw, why didn't we think of it be- fore" growled my partner. "Of course, he has something the matter with his teeth or he wouldn't come here. All we need do is examine his grinders, find what Is wrong and fix 1t. A good dentist doesn't have to be told what the trouble Is. Gee, we are couple of nuts"
 So Richards set out to discover something. All doubt had now van 1shed from his mind; he was master of the suituatton; again down to his calm, collected self and operating at his profession.
 In very business-like manner he pried the victims jaws apart and looked in.
 Dirty" he muttered. "I'lI clean them up first so I can see what they look like"
 It was skillfuI operation and quickly performed. When finished Heinz looked in the mirror, grinned at himself and noted that his features had been improved. Then he grinned at Richards and nodded his head to show that all was going well, but on second thought looked serious, almost astonished, and again rubbed his face.
 "Uh-huh. toothache?" said Richards. nodded his head at the. patient and rubbed his own face in reply.
 Pretty soft,'' he said to himself, pretty soft,' and began sorting over his tools of torture, while I sneaked
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before I found it out And I shouldn't have known if Jane hadn't heard him say it; but, all the same, I've despised her ever since she told me, and can't help it!"
 As she set her pies away, a sudden impulse sent her hurrying up into the attic. Pulling a trunk out from under the caves, she dusted and unlocked it. Taking out package carefully wrapped in blue tissue paper, she opened 1t and shook out white satin gown, it's bodice yelled in yelIowed, filmy lace. Stroking the shimmcring folds across her lap her lips trembled piteously-then settled into a defiant line.
 She wouldn't cry-she just wouldn't
 But despite her determination. a mo- ment later. the dress was tossed aside, her head went down on the edge of the open trunk. and heavy sobs raCked her from head to foot. She had loved her 6nace with the passionate adora- ton of young girl; and the shatter- ing of her love dream had been bit ter blow.
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One T ooth Less

appeared and I then discovered what my great idea was.
 "John, we sent for you to act as in- terpreter," said Richards. This gen tleman is a foreigner and we thought perhaps you could find out and tell us what he wants"
 John looked the other over careful ly for a moment and then let loose collection of sounds which were so much like our victims warble that I knew at once the two must be near relatives When John got 1t all out, however. and Heinz put on that wide smile and began to shake his head began to feel discoura ged and wanted to go home. Richards looked grieved, too, and John seemed disappointed, but recovered almost at once and a pe- culiar look came to his face; a look that made juvenile shiver scoot up my spinal column without any reason whatever.
 The Turkish janitor's eyes narrow ed, he leaned toward the other and spoke a few words which sounded like a saw striking a knot. Immediately Heinz's smile reappeared, but accom- panied this time by vigorous nod ding of the head, and the next moment we were pulling John off the patient and trying to find out what in hades had happened.
 "Him-Bulgarian, yelled the Turk, after he had ceased to struggle. My brother-him get kill las week! Bull garians kill him-I kill Bulgarian"
 Things were looking brighter every moment now and the prospects for a
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will work in splendidly for my tab leaux next winter, Henry"
 At the sight of the dress Renry's face went white. With 8 searching look st Aida. he drew the shimmering mass away from his companion with decided:
 NO. Aunt Gertrude-T'm going to claim this! And Miss Barnes-Alida you are evidently laboring under a mistake. This lady Is the wife of my Uncle Henry, for whom I was named. Through no fault of mine," significantly, I'm still a bachelor. But with 8 wedding gown in my posses sion, shall not rest till find bride to wear 1t. Please take it home ana keep it till tomorrow evening. Uncle Henry joins us then, and shall come to ask your advice in the matter-for you see, I want homemaker more than houBekeeper! May come?"
 And Aida, enlightened by his words so different in meaning from lanes version of the same remark five years ago, uttered a low but emphatic:
 q shall be very glad to see you!"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-16
By Elsie Endicott

mechanical exercises, but Lang was waiting at the elevator the minute the girl emerged. He was shocked at her frail appearance The high color of other years had given away to & clear white-lovely in it's transparency, but pathetic in it's indication of her deli cacy-while in place of the plump, rounded figure appeared that of the sylph.
 As Peggy recognized him, she drew in her breath, and though her eyes lighted, she spoke no word, Neither did he, but hungry eyes melted into each other. and outstretched hands that were empty with longing clasped warmly.
 Lang brought her into his study. How has the world been to you:" he ventured, drawing up a chair.
 "Oh. wretched! I'm a stenographer not a particuraly good one, for I loathe 1t, but it's the only thing I can
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your boy because he didn't turn out perfect, when twas your own fault"
 John tried to speak, but no words came. She went on: When I used to try to correct him or punish him, you'd speak right up, and David knew. So I, weak thing that I was, let you have your way, as in everything, and we lost our boy; and you, when you might have saved him, let him go. for he had disgraced your name. You were disgrace to him, I'm thinking"
 It was small consolation to Amelia that the whole town turned out to Da- vids funeral. She thought the time to do for our own Is while they arc alive. and not wait until they are dead.
 Afterwards, their life was a strange one, although to outsiders 1t was much the same as before. John visited the cemetery often. Folks said that he took his boys death harder than his wife did. But that grave held the tragedy of their lives.
 Amelia was not the same. One day
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around and proceeded to secure firm grip of Heinx'B system.
 There are few faces in use at ths present time which do not contain at least one tooth which should be eK- tracted or fixed. if you take the den- lists word for it. and when Richards discovered that one of Heinz's mo- lars contained a small decayed spot, we decided at once that 1t was the source of trouble and proceeded to punish 1t accordingly. And the wild yell which our patient emitted tmme- diately thereafter Is still spoken of by neighbors in the vicinity and 1t is said to have shaken several sparrows out of the drain pipes on nearby houses. But we got the tooth.
 When I say there Is little more to tell I realize that the story seems to end rather abruptly, but even so. speak the truth and must adhere to facts.
 Before closing, however. I might mention that Heinz went through our door like an electric shock and was never seen thereafter. and the only light cast ubon the mystery was fur nished by the Turkish janitor when he stopped in to see us the next day. Been thinkin'," he said. Just fig ure out what dam Bulgarian want, He stop here and see nice tools, sec lookin' glass, see big chairs and he think it is barber shop. Him want shave. Jus figure him out"
 Then with a sad smile John depart ed and left us to our thoughts. We certainly had not shaved him, but we had jerked out one of his teeth!
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pieces were brought. to our. hospital and bunch of squab 2. doctors who needed practice were detailed on the case. And strange as 1t may seem, the amateur medics, with the kindly assistance of few internes, succeed ed in putting Heinz's works together so well that nearly everything match ed up and there were but two or three minor fragments left over.
 When Heinz had become able, the doctors had let him out. for a few hours each day to take little exer- else through the corridors, and thus 1t was that he wandered away from the regular halls and into our department
 We did not know all this until later, however, for as our department. that of dentistry, is located in 9 wing re- moved from the general hospital, we see very little of the patients except those brought to us for treatment.
 Gee. what Is it?" whispered Rich ards, my co-worker, when Heinz push ed his revamped anatomy into our midst and got off the aforementioned bit of scrambled talk.
 'If you guess right you can have it. replied lightly and went on polish ing my favorite yell producer.
 Did you want some work done?" asked Richards, in that honey and mush tone he employs while strapping his victim in the chair and telling him it will not hurt one bit.
 Heinz merely let out Q couple more lengths of smile and nodded yes and no.
 Write it out for him." I suggested.
 eff he can't understand plain Eng
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But presently the storm passed. She folded the dress again fn it's blue tis- sue wrappings and took it downstairs.
 ''IIl contribute it to the rummage gale-and sell it to Henry's wifei' she declared grimly, locking it away in the front room closet.
 It was the night of the sale. The church vestry was crowded, and sales were brisk. Aida was busy keeping her customers in a buying mood" by her witty though good-natured con- ments on her wares. She had nearly succeeded in convincing a deacon that it was his duty to purchase an anti quated bonnet "to help the cause"- when her badfnage died on her lips, and her face whitened under her smiles.
 Henry was coming toward her table, a handsome, smartly gowned woman on his arm! Aida took in every de- tail of her face and form in one swift, surreptitious glance. She also took in the fact that she was years older than the man by her side.
 "A money match:" she thought,
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Aida Barnes critically eyed the pie balanced on her upturned palm; then painstakingly trimmed off the super fiuous crust before sending an apDar- entIy careless: "Oh, yes-I knew 1t some time ago!" over her shoulder.
 Jane sniffed unbelievingly,t then went out, leaving behind her 9 woman out wardly, calm, but inwardly raging. She understood pefectly Jane's object in coming and resented it with all the force of her proud nature.
 "Humph!" she muttered. Little she cared about my coming to that sale! She just wanted to see how I'd take Henry's marriage! But she didn't get much satisfaction out of it. I guess! hadn't heard he was married-but I'd have died before I'd have told her so! Nobody shall say that I'm breaking my heart over him-even if l did have my wedding dress all made, ready, to marry him five years ago! The man doesn't live who can boast that he's marrying me just for housekeeper! Why, I'd have sent him packing, even if the ceremony had been. half through
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frst-class murder never seemed bet ter, but after We had sat on the vengeful Turk a while, talked to him as a couple fathers, shook some light Of understanding into his head. show ed him why 1t was neither advisable nor polite to indulge in miscellaneous murder at this time and gave him two perfectly good dollars, he consented to postpone the killing until some future date and we let him up.
 Now, John" coaxed Richards, we've got to find out what he wants and you are our only hope. Please, John ask him just this one little cues tion, and after we get through with him you can kill him all you like"
 John was stubborn but finally per suaded, and shot a sizzling query at the patient. Immediately came the answer and even yet that vast stretch of grin fingered. Nothing could wipe that out.
 "what does he say?" we asked eagerly.
 The Janitor stood a moment puzzled. Then he glanced over the room and a look of genuine mirth showed through the generous coat of engine grease and coal dust on his face.
 "No understand him." he said. and we knew he lied, but the next mo- ment he was gone.
 Well, I'll be danged!" said Rich ards and sat down suddenly.
 "On two," l replied, and mopped my brow.
 And then, like a bright light shining through the darkness, Heinz arose
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Happiness Regained

but John, who would chase the cul- prits who called her Ginger" or "Firebrand," until he caught them and they promised amendment. They were good pals-John and Peggy-that is, they were until the clash came. John had casually mentioned one day that Peggy would make a sweet little wife. He said he knew she could darn and mend and cook andaclean better than any other girl in the village. The other girls were so silly. When he got married, he told her, he wanted Q girl who would be the queen. of his home and who would know that she belong ed in the home and not go "gallivant- in" off like a certain young bride they both knew.
 "Huhl" Peggy had retorted hotly, "I guess you think queen Of the home means 'druge of the kitchen No. for mine!" Then had followed a hot and heavy war of words, John maintaining
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and the music teachers studio, and peeped in through the keyhole. Now, the radius discernible through a key hole is not particularly, spacious. and yet 1t is surprising what emotions the vision there visible can sometimes produce.
 The girl stood beside the piano and John Lang saw a golden head, topped by a rather unfashionable hat, @ girl ish bosom, heaving under a shabby dress with the emotion of her song. and white hands clasped convulsively together. Was 1t possible Peggy had been studying in the very next room to his without his knowledge, he won dered. This was the only night of the week that he made a practice of giving up work absolutely, and that was probably the night Peggy was taking her lesson.
 It seemed an eternity before 1t was over. with its exasperating scales and
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-16
A Mother Love

here to do right . I have. honest Haven't drank a drop since l left home. I've had my lesson. But ev- erything seemed against me, and just when I was getting a little start, had pneumonia, and all my savings had to go for the hospital bill. And now-
 Never mind, child, don't worry; mother will stay with you and care for you"
 "I know, but it won't be long. It is September, ain't 1t? Hasn't Dr. Brown told you? It don't seem square, that just as 8 feller has learned how to live, he's got to die"
 Flush, child, mother will stay with you"
 A legacy from her aunt came to Amelia a short time after her arrival in the West, and her husbands pre- diction that she would soon be send ing to him for money did not come true. That legacy had a strange ef- feet upon her.
 David fingered until April, when he
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fish, how the deuce can he read it:" asked Richards, trying to stab me with a look.
 That's right" I admitted. ''Why don't you draw him 8 picture of 1t, then?"
 "A picture of what?"
 ''I don't know"
 "Aw, shut up," said my ungrateful friend and turned to the patient.
 "Sprecken ze Dutch," he told him, and got a shake of the head and some more Chessy-cat grin.
 Polly 700 the gay Paree," said Richards, after thinking a while, and this got him a stare of polite spissi- tude followed by another all-encom- passing grin.
 "Ht yah, sub gub yakamee no checkee no washee," I put in playful ly and received as much encourage ment as Richards.
 "It gets me- muttered my fellow worker as he surveyed the expansive smile in bewilderment. He must be something or other. He looks like a bear"
 ''No, he isn't bear.'' stated posi- lively. had seen several bears. "He looks something like John.'
 That's the first sensible idea I ever heard you express,' congratulated Richards. Send for John, while I watch It."
 Sure. sure," replied without knowing what he meant. That was a fine idea; great head" And I pushed the Turkish ianitor's call button.
 After a few minutes John, the Turk,
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when her husband mentioned the old clock, she said with compressed lips, Don't you ever mention that clock nor the spoons again. I sold them to get to my dying boy"
 "I know it. Amelia! I never will mention them again. I have thought everything over-don't you think I ain't-and see just how mean I was to my own boy. How different I would do if I could live my life over again. What lonesome old folks we will be without David, unless" He went on with . catch in his voice. "'Un- less we adopt Jim LAwson's grand child. You know his parents are dead and Jim passed away last week. Mo- body seems to want the boy. He's a fine little feller, six years old; and God helping us we will train him up right Amelia, what do you ssy2"
 All the pent-up mother love in her being found expression in her voice when she said:
 Take him. John. take himi"
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Peggy was trusting little soul, and there were wolves about. He sank in to chair by the open fire and buried his face in his hands. Just for sight of her again-now that success had come she wouldn't have to be kitch- en drudge, and he was broader now and more considerate of woman's place in the world. And, oh! for a sound of that glorious voicei
 Suddenly he sat up. From 8 studio next door plaintive little song, ac- companied by 8 master hand on the piano, came clearly to his ears. It thrilled, throbbed and called; there was a pause which signtfed waiting. then 1t called again stronger, longing lY and pleadingly.
 John Lang above everything else was honorable and would have scorn- ed an eavesdropper, yet he deliberate iy moved aside the heavy bookcase
 which barrtcaded the door between his