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furor the other day when he got the town police to oust from his land gypsies who used automobiles n- stead of horses and Harrison, who is the descendant of long line of horse traders, was indignant.
 His wife was in the kitchen getting tomatoes ready for canning when I entered. She is dark, heavy woman, wearing spectacles and charm pinned to her waist It is a curious charm, made from three nickels wrought together, only the Indian heads and buffaloes showing
 T don't know when he comes home," she said of her husband. He's horse dealer and sometimes goes away for weeks" She went on working looked around the kitchen. It was dark but neat. Huge bronze kettles stood the stove In the cor- ner sat a dark man with long mustaches. He seemed to be doing nothing in particular Suddenly. hard Mrs Harrison say:
 ''There he is now" Through the window saw Harrison pull up in horse and buggy. I went out to meet him. He is a tall. well-built with white mustaches and curiously mottled skin. who looks over fifty. asked him his age
 T am seventy-nine years old" he assured me gravely. His voice was throaty, but there was no trace of an accent in his speech He wore an open vest over striped collarless shirt red kerchief danged from the upper pocket of his vest His hat was black, dusty and wide-brimmed. As he talked he unbuckled the horse and led him into the stable I followed There were dozen horses in the stalls, fine, firm animals with sleek, unwrinhed skins. Harrison went about feeding them. A
 T was born near Plymouth, England, while my parents on the road I brought to this country when was eight years old, and have lived here ever since, travelling over the United States. My parents traded horses and brought me up to ovs them That's why I was so angry at those gypsies, those Turks and Bohemians not my kind, who rids around in automobiles They are dirty. They steal They elect king instead of running the camp on
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He Is Seventy-Nine Years Old, Of Pure Gy Been a Wanderer All His Life-The Lure Still Holds Him, but He Owns Farm and Has Definite Niche in Life.

cooperative basis like the English gypsies do" This was unexpected coming from the socalled King of the Gypsies"
 When l take notion to go off" he continued, T hitch a couple of horses to this wagon and go" He pointed to conveyance not unlike 8 prairie schooner It was made entirely of wood very gaudily painted and decorated Inside was bench and makeshift bed, lit by little glass windows Harrison explain that he followed fairs and carnvas
 "I trade horses and the old woman tells fortunes he said. This old man, Naylor Harrison, owns farm and business, he has definite niche in life Yet he refuses to allow himself to be fixed Tied in his stable were his means of escape.
 zss. "Out of the dark of the gorgo camp, s zssE Out of the grime and the gray
 @ (Morning waits at the end of the word) Ah 2 Dypsy' come a"4y'-- 4a aaasl4 TITS blood hasn't cooled any The itch for wan l l dering saturates his spirit The farm? It is
 just place to get supplies, fatten his horses. make money. He was stirred to no enthusiasm when l questioned him about his land. He led me to the back door of the stable and pointed toward the fields
 There it is. I raise oats, corn and vegetables" He went back to his horses. When I came up beside him, his eye was fixed musingy on the gypsy wagon
 That's death-trap sometimes" he muttered "See my face? Got burned in there"
 A- He'was child when it happened and was travel ling with his parents, who were following fair. It was the last night of the fair which was eneamped out side small Western town. Little Naylor had been locked into the wagon. He lay on the bed wide awake wishing he could get out. A kerosene lamp attached to the wall shed dim light. To his ears came the sounds of music and merrymaking and intermttenty the whnnying of the horses grazing nearby. At the carnival all was say. The gypsies told fortunes, sold charms and love potions danced for the crowds group of young farmer boys were in wild mood.
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woman admits she likes to play. Another player is soon found in the person of another gambler who is likewise introduced a person of importance One session leads to another and the last finds MT. Blatz sadly denuded of cash It is fact that whose names enjoy some kinds of celebrity on the musical comedy stage and in motion pictures have been en- ployed n the role of Miss Dish. aas
 YTNHE latest plan of the gamblers and their women
 confederates is a bit intricate and
 born of necessity imposed by the increasing watchuness of ships officers and their direct methods of dealing with gamblers It involves crooked gambling aboard the boats. The gamblers and two three handsome eonfederates board the liners separately. The pose in the usual fashion and manage to meet the guls, who may even have been selected before the sailing of the ship This is done in certain types of big confidence games through agents commissioners of the big gamblers in various towns These latter keep their eyes peeled for rich of loose inclinatons who planning to go abroad just they used to watch for dupes to be introduced to the wire tapping game. The gamblers and their "molIs" take the same ship and manage to meet the victim
 Whichever of the happens to please the eye of the dupe, lures him in her way and uses all her arts to get him interested and perhaps emotionaly involved At the same time, she sees that her friend meets the gamblers each of whom poses as person in some manner distinguished, across, the gambling begins and the dupe is usually permitted to win little. Meantime he is being defy filled full of stories of great sure thing gambling
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the woman has displaced the man as chief gambler either aboard the liners or elsewhere As matter of fact she is simply the confederate of the man. she is in various types of confidence games and the same women who are used in the winter as ers operating at the Florida resorts to be found on the ships going to Europe and coming back in the warmer seasons.
 TyREQUENTLY these act as lures and T nothing more. They drape themselves on deck
 and permit the approaches of selected victims, whom they then introduce to card sharpers, just they pick up moneyed swains on the beaches and golf links of the South and turn them at the right to their male confederates, who continue and complete the operation of fraud.
 On shipboard however, because of the sharp watch that has been posted for years, these women often sit into the games with the victims and their own principals MT. Jerome Blatz of Oshkosh who is going to Europe to spend little excess money. catches sight of Miss Dish on deck and manages to get her eye and attention to bring about intro ducton- Miss Dish shortly presents the infatuated Blatz to her gambler, whom she has previously talked up" as a big Boston finanGer, a wealthy Southern manufacturer, whatever character seems to suit the occasion the mimec talents of the gam bier This gamester called the steerer, is not too pleasant or receptive to Batz who catches the idea that he is considered inferior and immediately sets cat to win his way into the graces of people who don't want him He forces himself upon the steerer, of bridge is suggested in the most casual way. The
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A KING OF THE GYPSY CLAN

They had had too much to drink One of them sug- gested that they turn over the gypsy wagons. They didn't like the gypsies, anyway; nothing but band of thieves and hdnappers, they said. The light gleaming through the panes of the Harrison wagon drew them Placing their shoulders against, it they heaved The wagon fell it's side, chid's scream was heard and they saw burst of flame. The kero- lamp, overturned had fallen to the bed, which caught fire. Naylor tried to get out. But only narrow transom open.
 Shouting for help, he stumbled over fallen objects he looked for of escape. The chatter of the falling wagon, however, had attracted gypses. They succeeded in rescuing Naylor. His face was a mass of bisters and is marked to this day.
  HARRISON has reared fourteen children, who are I MI scattered over the world every one gypsy.
 Among the gypsies he disowned for riding automobiles were his daughter and son-n-law. His farm is often the of gayety and celebration for it is rendezvous for all gypsies It is of the few spots in the world where gypsies expect to meet each other; where relative meets relative friend meets friend and not inrequently lover meets sweetheart
 "Ever the wide world over, lass,
 Ever the trail held true,
 Over the world and under the world,
 And back at the last to you"
 Harrison likes to have his people about and lets them have camping space for small rental He descends occasionally from the house to look them over, swap yarns and christen their babies But woe betide them if they have automobiles!
 Sometimes, though, it is lonely on the farm. It then that he hitches two of his best horses to the wagon takes part of his stable, the old woman, and goes wandering, leaving the farm in charge of his one remaining son-the idle, dark fellow in the kitchen.
 Harrison. silent and contented at the reins. his wife making preparations in the wagon few horses tied in the back the gypsy-wagon rattles, the horses neigh
 a.s Follow the Romany patteran tS #A East where the silence broods E s By purple opal beach
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AYLoR HARRIsoN's hous,
By Milton Raison.
Illustrated by Herb Roth

YLOR HARRISON'S house stands between Madison and Morristown, in New Jersey. It is a small, red painted house, set in from the road. Somehow 1t looks less permanent, more gaunt than the dwellings on the other side of the road. But it is g house in which one would expect the King of the Gypsies" to live.
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Follow the Romany patteran, ts 4 East where the silence broods
 By a purple wave on an opal beach In the hush Of the Mahim woods"
The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1922-06-30
The Commercial. Union City, Tenn,
FRIDAY, JUNE 80, 1922.

The Commercial will have a few
words next week about the school
taxes. 1t is a fact that the county
school tax is all sent to the State
treasury and pooled with the State
tax, and the result is that only about
two-fifths of it returns for the county
the State Board of Education for adj
ministration and the normal schools.
There is no use for Mr.. Peay or any
other man to undertake to minimize
the fact that the rural schools are
suffering on account of the fact that
there is not enough money to run the
schools and pay the teachers. But
the counties are powerless. They
have no control of their school funds,
and they cannot cure the evil at all
unless the Tax Commission is con-
suited. That is the reason why we
are having trouble with the rural
schools. We understand from men
who are concerned in the collection
and handling of county taxes that
Obion County pays enough county
school tax to run her schools eight
months in the year and pay the
teachers suitable salaries. We have
MT the details at present but they
will be forthcoming
The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1922-06-30
Death of T. A. Threlkeld.

Thos. A. Threlkeld died at his
home in Number Two on Tuesday
night, the 9th inst, at midnight,
after an illness of some duration.
Mr. Threlkeld was native of Ken
lucky. He was born in Fulton Coun-
ty July 8, 1S45. He is survived by
his wife and three sons. The sons
are James, Dewitt and Elk ThrelkeId.
These were sons of the first marriage.
His last wife was Miss Bellew.
Deceased was a member of the Bap-
tist Church and a man of fine char
acter. He was a farmer and es-
teemed by the people of his commu-
nifty.
Services were held at Mount Zion,
conducted by Rev. Huey, and the re-
mains were inferred at Mount Zion
Cemetery.
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ward the Southern people, it can in
no wise affect the record of those men
who fought under the Confederate
Nashville Tennessean.
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Apple Strudel
BY FRANCES HOFFMAN
Concluded From Last Week.
Concluded From Last Week.

and not mussing up the bathroom
instructions about getting dressed,
when he took his bath.
Mrs. Weinberg herself took great
pains to see that she made an attrac-
tive appearance and at six-thirty
when the door-bell rang, it was
somewhat tired, but thoroughly happy
woman that greeted Leo and Esther
at the door.
GLOW do you do, Mrs. Weinberg"
Esther cried upon being introduced.
GIVE heard so much of you, that I
really couldn't wait until six-thirty
came today. My, I've never been
through such long day."
"Well, you don't have to wait no
MORE" Mrs. Weinberg said, helping
Esther with her wrap, "and I don't
want you should wait to eat either,
because I know how hungry you must
be. Leo always is. Honest, when he
comes in every night, I think he's
going to eat me up, he's so hungry"
"Now, Leo" said Mrs. Weinberg
turning to her son, "hurry with your
cleaning and I take Esther in the
bed room. Maybe she wants her nose
should be powdered"
why, UClSVS yOu Ic d IllIlO IOdu-
er, Mrs. Weinberg" Esther laughed,
and the two walked out of the room,
leaving Leo standing half-dazed at the
way in which his mother and Esther
had passed off the first few moments
he had dreaded, those stiff moments
Immediately following introductions.
"Gee! Why, mother acted as though
she had known her for ages" and he
went to wash his hands.
At the table introductions were in
force again, as Esther was presented
to the head of the Weinberg home,
and again Leo's attention was called
to the ease with which his father
went through them.
"Do you know, Mrs. Weinberg"
Esther exclaimed, ~ can hardly wait
until I taste your famous strudel.
It's reputation is far spread"
"Oh, it amt such lot" Mrs. Vein
berg replied modestly, "but Leo, he
likes it, so make it often"
Conversation did not lag during the
meal, although most of it was carried
on by Mr.. and Mrs. Weinberg and
Esther. Leo had very little to say.
He was too amazed at the way in
which Esther seemed to fall in with
the simple ways of his mother and
father.
AS each dish was brought in, Es-
Their lavished another compliment
upon it's maker, and Mrs. Weinberg
appeared to be so happy that she
didn't notice Leo's silence. Suddenly
Esther discovered that he hadn't vol
unteered remark for some time. She
and Mrs. Weinberg had been compar-
ing likes and dislikes of certain foods.
"Give us your opinion" said Es-
ther turning to him.
"Of WHAT" he asked. He was
ready to express his views on some
broad subject.
(Which do you like best?" Esther
replied. Noodles or dumplings in
chicken soup?"
Noodles or dumplings! Ye gods!
Esther was in the habit of choosing
between fruited cocktails and Waldorf
salads.
noodles BEST" he replied, stumbling
over his words.
$50 do l." Esther agreed. "But,"
she continued, 1--WE seldom have the
real kind at our home, as mother
never has time tn make than and Of
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make. The people nowadays don't
know what's good, when they like all
that Chinese chop suey. I say it takes
a good Jewish cook, not Chinaman
to make people feel good in the
stomach"
81 believe you're right" said Es-
Their. 81 know I don't remember en-
j?oyingg meal like this in a long
After the last piece of the famous
strudel had disappeared, Mrs. Vein
berg said, "Maybe Esther, you and
Leo would like to go out now"
eyes, Esther, let's CO." Leo wanted
to get her away, for he was afraid
that everything wouldn't continue to
run so smoothly. 1t was too queer.
"Why of course not, Leo" Esther
replied. "We're going to stay right
here and have real sociable evening
with your mother and father"
Well, if Esther said so, he supposed
they would. He could hardly oppose
her.
They all adjourned to the living
room, and Mr.. Weinberg, by the way,
did not remove his shoes and collar
this evening.
II hear you play the piano, Es-
ther," said Mrs. Weinberg, ''maybe
me-"
"I'd love to-" said Esther. "Would
you like to hear anything in particu-
lar?" she asked, turning to Mrs.
Weinberg. cleo, get your violin and
We'll have little concert all by our
selves"
"Now," she continued, after Leo had
brought his instrument and had tuned
up, "we are waiting for request from
the audience" Leo knew what his
father would ask for, so he tried MAX
ing suggestion. "Let's play HUI
moresque," he said, and he arranged
the music in front of her.
you're performer, Leo" she said,
"and the requests come from the
audience. Well, Mr.. Weinberg, what
would you like to hear?'
swell, if you don't mind, would
like to hear something, but maybe yet
you don't know it,
"What is it ?" Esther asked.
maybe you know Kol Nidre? Leo,
he plays that so nice"
"Don't know Kol Nidre! That
wonderful music? Why, I learned to
listen to that when T was five years
old. My father just loves it, and in
sists of my brother playing it all the
time. Come on, Leo, are you ready?"
Leo wasn't quite ready. He hadn't
recovered his senses yet. He thought
Esther knew only Of opera or Rach-
maninoff. Why, he had heard her
play all the popular dance music at
their club meeting. He thought she
wouldn't even know what his father
meant, when he asked for that piece,
but here she was striking the opening
notes.
He tucked his violin under his chin
and began. Mr.. Weinberg sat with
his eyes closed, while Mrs. Weinberg
rocked back and forth in her chair,
with the happiest expression that had
been on her face in long time.
"Isn't it the most wonderful music
in the world" Esther said when they
had finished. cit makes me so proud
that am Jewess. Really, we have
much to be proud of, we Jews"
eyes," said Mr.. Weinberg. "It's
never sorry I was that am jew"
"Why should anyone be?" cried
Esther. "and how wonderful to he
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is most delicious" and she smiled at
Mrs. Weinberg.
It was as Leo was taking Esther
home that something seemed to dawn
on him. It had been coming to him
all the evening, but full realization
did not come until later.
81 think your mother and father are
wonderful old people," Esther said as.
they neared her home. "What re-
lief to come amongst such kind, sim
pie folk once in a while. I get so
tired of hearing all this talk of the
maid question and the high price of
gowns all the time. 1t really does a
person good to meet someone to whom
you can speak your honest thoughts,
and not be afraid that maybe you're
not putting on enough airs, or per-
haps talking too much.
"I'm coming to your house, Leo,
even if you don't invite me. Why,
wouldn't be able to wait again so long
for piece of apple strudel."
esther, you wonderful girl" Leo
cried. "You won't come often enough
to please me. You could come every
day, and yet I wouldn't see half
enough of you."
Leo's mother was waiting up for
him when he reached home.
"My Leo" she said after he had
removed his hat and coat, "what a
nice girl. Why SO sweet, never once
she mentions their car or home or
money. Always questions about me
and your papa"
ooh, mother!" he cried. "I'm so
ashamed of myself. Pm afraid col
lege hasn't been the best thing for me.
I didn't want to bring Esther here,
because" It was hard for him to
go on.
"I know, Leo" said his mother.
'You were little ashamed maybe of
your papa and me. You think maybe
because they are fine people and have
money, that she thinks maybe less of
you, because your parents are not so
fine"
81 was ashamed of the wrong men,
bers of the family, guess" Leo said
shamefacedly. II should have been
ashamed of myself. Instead I was
ashamed to bring her here, because
was afraid she might think you and
papa and our home old fashioned.
But she said it was so good to meet
people like you, because she tires of
always talking Of maids and cars"
"Why should I talk of such things,
when she don't?" asked Mrs. Vein
berg. "Ask her again soon."
"Next Friday night, mamma" He
paused. "Do you know, mamma" he
said thoughtfully, II haven't had
party for such long time. Is it too
much work to make one for my twen-
ty-second birthday a week from to-
morrow"
"Work you say?" questioned Mrs.
Weinberg. "Work? To make party
for mine Leo? One fine party he
shall have"
.FWhat's the biggest apple strudel
you can make?" he asked laughing.
"Well, if use four cups Of flour in
stead of two, maybe" Leo inter-
rupted her.
'Use ten for my party, mamma"
He had his arms around her now.
"And mamma"
eyes, Leo?"
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wards. He was afraid Esther might
accept the invitation if he asked her,
for she had told him several times
she was anxious to meet his mother.
If she accepted, he was afraid she
wouldn't hold the same opinion of
him. To his mind, she thought only
of wealth and show. But there were
two things Leo hadn't reckoned with,
and they were fate and Mrs. Abrams.
AS soon as possible, Mrs. Abrams
had informed her daughter, Mamie,
that Esther Rosenberg was going al
ready to Weinberg's for supper Fri
day night, Mrs. Weinberg said so,
and Mamie, who was very much like
her mother, couldn't keep her own
counsel.
1t happened when Leo was walking
with Esther across the Campus Fri
day morning to their rhetoric class.
They had just come from chemistry
and were deeply engrossed in some
point which had perplexed the stu
dents. They neither heard nor saw
Mamie Abrams as she caught up with
them like young whirlwind.
"My heavens!" Mamie cried. "You
were both so busy you didn't even
hear me call you. What's so terribly
interesting?
"Why, hello, Mamie" said Esther.
"I'm sorry we didn't hear you call.
You should have shouted"
"Well, Leo Weinberg" Mamie said.
cts wonder you wouldn't say hello
to me. Of all the stuck-ups."
"Hullo, Mamie" said Leo, abruptly.
He didn't like Mamie as he considered
her extremely frivolous, and when
she was placed against Esther, she
seemed worse than ever to him.
"Do you think you can spare that
much, Leo?" she asked airily. "Well,
I'm in a terribly hurry, SO I won't
bother you much longer. Oh, by the
way, Esther" she said turning to her,
81 know you're going to have some
peach of dinner tonight. Mrs. Vein
berg's marvellous cook. wish l
were YOU" And she ran on.
AS stated before, Leo didn't like
Mamie. At that moment, he posi-
lively hated her.
"Why, what do you suppose she
meant, Leo" asked Esther moment
later.
Leo was so confused at the unex-
pected turn of events, that he STUN
bled over his words. She-she-why
I guess-she"-h seemed to be at
the end of his rope, so he was forced
to take the plunge. "Why, Ill
was just about to ask you when she
interrupted us. My mother would
like to have you have dinner with us
this evening, but I suppose you al
ready have an engagement" He was
hoping against hope that she would.
"Why, no, Leo" Esther cried, de-
lightedly. She had often wondered
why this invitation hadn't been ex-
tended to her before. "How fortu-
nate, I haven't any engagement at all,
and I'm sure I'd just love to go. How
kind of your mother to ask me-"
,"Uh, huh," he replied. He scarcely
knew what he was saying. Well, it
was done now, he thought, and he
could only hope for the best. He was
pleasing his mother anyway. He tried
to console himself with that thought.
"I'll call for you, Esther" he said,
Eat about six o'clock"
"That will be fine," she replied.
"I'm going to work up an appetite on
the strength Of Mamie's statement
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Of course the good dishes were
brought to light, and the best table
cloth carried into use, and when Mr..
Weinberg returned home at four
o'clock in honor of the occasion, Mrs.