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San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-04-28
GERMAN REICH
IN DEADLOCK

BERLIN, April 2S.-CP-A de.
bate carrying with it the interest of
the entire country begins in the
Reichstag today, when the bill initial
ed by 12,JOOOOO voters, providing for
confiscation Of the former German
rulers property, is discussed in its
first and second readings.
Neither the bill nor the Democratic
eleventh amendment making il OPP
uOnal for the states TO hand the for
mer rulers lump sums as pensions.
has a chance Of securing the required
two-thirds majority, 50 it is probable
the matter will 60 10 a plebiscite.
San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-04-28
Germany HonOrs
Swimming Champs

BERLIN. April 2S.-LP-Presi-
dent Won Hindenburg today received
Eric Rademacher and Gustaye Fore
books on athletics.
Itch, swimming champions. and con-
graduated them on the showing they
made in the United States. lie pre-
scented each man with autographed
San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-04-28
THREE k|DD|ES
RIVER VICTIMS

DEM0POLIS, Ala, April 2S.-tP)
Three children of David Miller were
drowned today in the Warrior river at
Arcola, near here, when a skiff in
which the father was fishing capsized.
The dead are:
Jasper, II; James Edward. s.;
Edith, ).
The father and negro were at
tempting to raise net when the boat
capsized.
San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-04-28
Body Of s. P. Auditor
Sent to Louisiana

The body of James William Shnr'
man, Southern Pacific train auditor,
was sent Wednesday to Alexandria,
La, for burial. He died Monday at
his home, 1O4 Castillo avenue.
He is survived by two daughters,
Miss Dorothy Sharman. San Antonio
Miss Helen Sharman, Havana, Cuba
two brothers, James W. Jr., and Leon
ard Sharman, both of San Antonio ;
two sisters, Mrs: G. B. Goodwin,
Houston, and Mrs. L. H. Burris, San
Francisco, Cal.
San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-04-28
SOciedad MeXicana
!. Will Give Program

Members of the Sociedad Benevo-
lencia Mexicana will celebrate their
fifty-first anniversary with a program
of music. speeches and drama at
Beethoven Hall, Saturday night. So
ciedad Benevolencia Mexicana is the
oldest Mexican organization in Sah
Antonio.
San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-04-28
30 Towns May Lose
Insurance Credit

AUSTIN, April 2S.-CP)-Nesrly
30 towns in Texas will lose three
per cent credit on insurance ratel
because superiEteHdeuts Of scboois
have failed TO file reports Of teaching
fire prevention in schools, the Fire
Insurance Commission announced
Tuesday. The commission urged that
the reports be made at once.
San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-04-28
WEDNESDAY, APRIL 20.
Central Standard Time

wears TO p. m.-Rosa Dominguez
and artists. IL N. to / q. H.
Midnight Frolic.
WOAI-s:30 to s:30-Military band.
San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-04-28
BEST FEATURES
REST EEATrRES

BEST FEATURES.
s:5op. m. WBz C335D. Springfield,
Musical Mirth Makers. wCAP,
tiss.5. Washington. Matters Be-
fore the House"
$500 p. m. WIS t3i4s). Chicago, Ken
lucky mountain songs
7:ib p. m. WRNY C25s.5). New York.
Face 10 Face with Chopin.
$500 p. m. wSAI ts25.9). Cincinnati,
Cincinnati Accordion Club.
$50 p. m. WRVA t256). Richmond
Richmond Musicians Club.
$500 p. m. wEAF C4sl.5l. New York.
opera Madame Angot"
s:l5 .. m. KOA (32?4). Denver. Tues
day Musical Club.
1900 ,. m. WSM (2S2.S. Nashville
Beethoven String Quartet.
$500. WBAP, songs.
$3.50. KPRC, Riddles Hour
500. KMA, music. markets. wBAP,
music. wDAF. "scool Of the Air"
Sis. KDRA, U. Of Pitts address
$50. kIRC. orchestra. RSD. orchestra
700 KYw, program. KOA, talks. string
orchestra. xxx. Congress :"
KFNF. concert KSO. music
WEAF, WV, RsD. wsAI, wcCO
lpana hour. WIS. Kentucky
songs.
San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-04-28
Sing Sings Theater
Head Back on Job

OSSINING, y. Y, April 2s.-CPJ
Sing Sings theatrical director is back
on the job after a vacation Of thir-
teen months. During three years in
prison for grand larceny, Merritt
Wyatt staged the inmates musical
comedies. Returned 10 a cell for VIC.
lation Of parole, be is to resume mis-
ayOcation.
New Britain herald., 1926-07-07

her a chance to "get out for a breath of fresh air" and she met all her friends there, besides.
 There's no sugar in the bowl, Helen" Merry said sharply as she poured herself a cup of coffee and propped the morning paper up against the percolator.
 Without a word Helen slow ly wiped her wet, red hands on her apron and filled the sugar bowl. When she set it down before her younger sis ter, she laid a little square tissue-paper package on the cloth beside it.
 Many happy returns of your birthday, Merry" she said Tn a slow, heavy voice, HeIen's voice dragged like her feet.
 Fairly twinkling with pleasure, Merry shook the package, felt it all over with her finger-tips, and then be- gan to unite the violet rib bon that bound it.
 q bet l can guess what it is-a sachet to put in my handkerchief boX.' she laughed as she opened it.
 Her face fell. For the gift was nothing so frivolous as a sachet. It was a square of cheap black sateen, it's edges bound in red tape.
 She held it up and looked at it with puzzled eyes.
 Its just as pretty as it can be, Helen,' she faltered, but what is it? What's it for2"
New Britain herald., 1926-07-07

at that school this minute? What do you mean by it?
 Merry drew a long breath, and fluttered her long black lashes up and down demurely.
 I'm sorry, Moms," she said soothingly, "but I just couldn't wake up this morn- ing. l gues I must have gal loping spring fever, or some thing"
 Mons eyes swept her up and down. Spring fever, nothingr' she contradicted, "you've been washing your head, that's whatl 1 wonder ed what you were doing so long in that bathroom Now get your hat and get out! And don't try to tell me any more lies like that! Spring fever, indeedl You get up when l call you, hereafter! And if you want to wash that head of yours, you wash it at night. Do you hear mel"
 "1'd be deaf if l didn't" |" Merry said to herself.
 "Yes, Moms," she answer ed aloud.
New Britain herald., 1926-07-07

Only last night Derrick Jones, who lived next door, had tried to kiss her as they sat in the hammock couch out under the apple tree in the back yard, And Merry, be- witched by the new moon or by her own youth, perhaps, had cheerfully let him.
 The dreadful part of it was that while he had been hold ing her close to him, Merry had been thinking not of Der rick, but of the Man in the Gray Suit!
 It was while she was rins- ing her hair with lukewarm water and lemon juice that Mons banged loudly on the panels of the bath room door,
 Mary Ann Locke, What ever are you doing in there, all this time?' she called. rat ting the doorknob angrily,
New Britain herald., 1926-07-07

life, and where have you got? No farther than the kitchen sink! You've listened to Mons old-fashioned ideas about getting yourself en, gagged to a man before you let him hold your hand fol twenty-six years, and what have they done for you? Nothing! Absolutely Moth, ing!'
 "Is that so?"
 "Why, of course, it's sow Merry answered shrill.y You're buried alive in this house, and you're so dead that you don't know it! What happened to that guy who used to come to see you, four or five years ago? I cant think of his name"
 Charlie Harper" Helen broke in quietly. Hes living somewhere up in Canada-up in Manitoba. 1 used to hear from him. He wrote me three or four letters after he went away"
 "Yes, and if he'd had a few kisses to remember you by, he'd probably have come back and married you,' said Mer- Iy. If a man likes a girl, a little betting makes him all the crazier about her. Don't you know that?"
 The point never was to be settled, for at that moment the front door slammed and Mons quick step was heard in the hall.
 At the sound. Merry jump ed up from the table, and her startled eyes leaped to the clock above the sink.
 Heavens to Betsy!!' she whispered, its ten after ninel MOms'll have a fit when she finds me still here"
 Mons came to dead stop in the kitchen doorway when she saw her, and a kind of despair came into her cold gray eyes. Her lips frightened into a narrow line, and she shook her head angrily.
 "WeIl, your Dad will never be dead while you're alive, Merry Locke, You're just ex- actly like him." she cried. i've been trying to get him off to work on time for the last twenty-seven years, and I suppose I'm going to have the same thing with you for the next twenty-seven! Now, what do you mean sitting there killing time when you KNOW you ought to be down
New Britain herald., 1926-07-07

There was something about Merry that made people think of happy sunny things when they looked at her. A daffodil dancing in the wind or the wing of a gold-finch flashing through the sunlight.
 She had been given the plain name of Mary Ann by her sponsors in baptism. But long ago Dad and Mons had nicknamed her Merry" The name suited her to a T, and it had stuck.
 One star-drenched night when Merry was IT, Lester Purcell had taken her for a drive in his Ford car, and out in the still darkness of the country he had kissed her.
 It was the first time she had ever been kissed in her life by any man except Dad. But she did not tell that to Lester PurcelI-no, indeed! She wasn't going to let him think that she was a baby" GOOdv-goOdvl
 So she said to him, with her lips again his, q love you"
 She didn't of course. She wasn't in love with him at all. What she was in love with was the way he made love to her. She was in love with Love.
 That was three years ago, and Merry had forgotten even what Lester looked like now. He was just a name to her Lester Purcell, the first boy who ever kissed me- That was the way she thought about him.
 The only thing about him that she didn't forget was that first kiss of his, it was the one and only thin~ that she remen7 .2d-the br, h. less, heart-pounding moment when his arms went around her and his mouth come down hard upon hers in the chill darkness of the night.
 No woman ever forgets her first kiss-and Merry had not forgotten hers.
 <
 She had been kissed dozens of times since then by as many men.
 A betting party was as much a part of Life's gay pro- gram as swimming party or a picnic-to Merry Locke.
 Love-making always seem- ed fresh and new to her every kiss like the first kiss. The tingling of excitement along her nerves, the blood singing in her veins-these were part of the joy of be- ing alive.
New Britain herald., 1926-07-07

Why, it's a dust-cloth, of course. A dust-cIoth for your hope-chest," Helen explained, while a dull blush crept pain fully under her pasty skin, q made it for you. You don't like it, do you?"
 It was only too plain to be seen that Merry was not at all thrilled by the sateen duster. She was looking at it as she often regarded her shorthand notebook or her hated typewriter down at the Finch School of Business.
 T love you for making it for me, Helen," she said, talk ing one of her sisters large rough hands in hers, but what on earth would 1 do with a duster-or with a hope chest either?"
 Helen drew her hand away and walked back to the sink. She picked up the butcher knife and went on slicing pineapples for a minute or two before she answered.
 "Why, I suppose you'll get married some day-just as We all hope to-" she said then in that drawling voice of hers, and you'll need a dust-cloth or two, I've no doubt"
 Merry shook her shining head once more. She folded up the piece of sateen, and turn ed around in her chair so that Helen could get the full force of what she was going to say.
 "Let me tell you something, Helen." Her little voice was hard and bright as plate glass. q wouldn't marry the best man on earth if 1 had the chance. I've seen too much of married life right here in this house with Dad and Mons! If any fellow asks me to marry him, I'm going to give him the air! I'm going to tell him to go wrap himself up in the atmosphere. And it won't take me long to do it, eitherr
 Helen drowned thoughtful ly.
 "Yes, Mons does nag Dad a lot," she said slowly, "but they get along pretty well, just the same. And let me ask you something. If you don't want to get married, why did you let Derrick Jones kiss you last night out in the swing?"
 "IIe didn't" Merry fibbed instantly.
 Helen shrugged her square shoulders. q saw him do it." she answered bluntly, and Merry had the grace to blush.
 "Oh, well, what if he did?" she asked, not meeting her sisters honest gray eyes, that's nothing. He's been do- ing it off and on for the last couple of years. It doesn't mean anything"
 "Then you shouldn't let him do it, began Helen, eff you don't care about him, it's horrid to-"
 "Oh, stop talking like a Bible class?' Merry famed out at her, suddenly. You've been a perfect lady all your
New Britain herald., 1926-07-07

"don't you realize that it's a quarter past eight? You're going to be late again. de- clare, l don't know why I'm sending you to business col lege."
 T don't know either" Mer- ry returned, under her breath. She threw a Turkish towel over her head to shut out the sound of her mothers voice, and began to rub her wet hair briskly.
 She hated to go to business college, as a matter of fact.
 She broke all her pointed, shiny nails on the typewriter keys, and the very thought of writing shorthand all her life made her head ache.
 But then, she had to do something for a living, she supposed. And it was far, far better to work in an office than to be a school teacher or a librarian, or a salesWoman in a department store.
 In an office a girl had a chance to meet men. Clean cut men like the Man in the Gray Suit-the man she had met every day for a week among the noontide crowds of Walpole street.
 At the very thought of him Merry's heart leaped and she began to hurry with her dressing. She would see him again-in just a few hours.
 A
 It was a quarter to nine be- fore she walked into the kitchen of the shabby old house where she had lived all her life.
 Her hair was shining like spun gold, and she was as trim as a sea-going yacht in her clean linen dress and brown kid mps.
 Here comes our soap flakes beauty" Helen, who was the oldest of the Locke girls, hailed her as she open ed the door and sat down at the table with it's shining white cloth and bubbling per colator.
 Helen was the stay-at-home sister. The Cinderella of the family.
 She was the only one of the four Locke sisters who was not pretty. She wasn't gay and colorful like Merry, or cute like boyiSh little Jinny. She had none of the dash and style of Cassie, the second oldest.
 At twenty-seven Helen looked fully thirty with her thick short figure, and her hair that was the color known as dirty blond" She was al ways shabby, and looked as if she needed an hour alone with a good beauty doctor.
 Two years ago Helen had given up school teaching as a bad job, and had settled down rather hopelessly to help Mons take care of the house.
 All the meanest jobs had a way of falling to poor Helen. It was she who did the enor- nous weekly ironing, cleaned
New Britain herald., 1926-07-07

If you'd pay more atten- tlon to your studies and less to your silly hair, you'd be better off" Mons went on, banging her market basket down on the table. Tt took you five years to get through high school, boy-crazy thing that you are! But if you don't tend to business now, I'm go- ing to yank you out of that school. And there'll be no six ways about it, either! I've spent enough time and money on you, my lady. Now don't answer me back. Right about face, and get out of this house."
 Merry went.
 She was glad to escape from the kitchen, and the sound of her mothers voice.
 What a woman!" she sighed to herself, when she was out in the quiet of Ches- ter street.
 The sunshine made a gold en halo of her fluffy hair. Two or three times on her way to the corner Merry opened her bag to look at herself in the little round mirror that was fastened in the top of it.
 Finally she took off her hat and carried it in her hand. She knew that she was twice as pretty with her hair un- covered as she was when she had a hat on.
 I'll leave 1t off when l go out for my lunch today, too,' she made up her mind.
 The Man in the Gray Suit has never seen her hatless, of course. And if he thought she was worth looking at with that ugly little black straw helmet pulled down over her ears, what would he think of her when he saw her coming along with her hair shining and blowing in the sun like the crowning glory that it was? Merry's pulse began to quicken at the thought of to- days monday meeting.
 Funny thing that I'm so crazy about a man 1 don't know" she said to herself, as Slle sat at her desk an hour later and watched the hands of the clock creep on toward the noon hour. "Just think I've never heard him speak 1 don't even know what his name is, or anything else about him. And yet 1 can hardly wait to see him every day of my life!'
 She forgot all about the touch system she was trying to learn.
 Her hands dropped from the keys of the typewriter, and she stared out at the sky where the sunlit clouds were
New Britain herald., 1926-07-07

piling themselves up into sil- ver-white froth. But she didn't see them.
 She was picturing herself as she would look to the Man in the Gray Suit, when she met him on the street this noon.
 What would I do if he spoke to me-" she wondered.
 Men lad spoken to her on the street before. Men she didn't know.
 And she had pretended not to hear them, and walked on with her little tip-tilted nose in the air, and her eyes straight ahead of her.
 But this man
 "Pll make him to speak to me-" she told herself sudden ly.
 For she knew, all at once, that he wasn't the kind of man who would ever speak to a girl he didn't know. There was something in his face, as she remembered if. that told her that.
 Someone nudged her, start ling her out of her day dream.
 "Twelve o'clock. Going to lunch ?" asked the girl who sat next to her.
 Her name was Nettie Some thing-or-other, and she was a coarse-looking girl who wore too much makeup and a loud, cheap-looking coat.
 No-Merry wasn't going to let the Man in the Gray Suit see her with Nettie! Not this year!
 No thanks, Nettie," she said sweetly, I'm not going out this noon. I have a head ache"
 Nettie got up. "All right" she answered. "Wood alec hol."
 Wood alcohol" was Net ties slangy way of saying "goodby."
 As soon as she was gone, Merry flew to the dressing room.
 It was empty, and she had the long mirror to herself.
 She fluffed up her hair, and smiled at her reflected self with her black-lashed green eyes, trying to see herself as she would LOOK CO the Man III the Gray Suit. : She dallied there so long that it was twenty minutes after twelve when she went out into the crowded street.
 And just then she saw him coming toward her, along the crowded pavement!
 (To BE CONTINUED
 Does Merry speak 10 the Man in Gray? She thinks of her mothers advice, especially when she sees him in front nf her own house that evening. ReaA to- morrow's installment of "Ihe Petter."
New Britain herald., 1926-07-07

the gas stove, washed the dishes, peeled the vegetables, and gave the house its sally cleaning. The three other girls never so much as made their own beds.
 This morning Helen was canning pineapple while Mons was out doing the marketing for the day. Mons loved to go to market, It gave
The Washington times., 1926-11-24
A THANKFUL
NATION

TIES 'ITE a year marked with
~ disasters. fires. floods. and
hurricanes, We Americans still
have many reasons for returning
thanks on this Thanksgiving Day,
says an editorial in Liberty.
Compare the condition Of he
worst off OF Americans with that
OF the average citizen of any other
country" 1t says. "and you will
see that we IN the United states
have reason for setting aside
day of solemn rejoicing Our
people are the best fed. the best
dressed, the best housed They
have more comfort. conveniences
and far more Iuxuries than ny
other nation We are at peace
with the world. at peace among
ourselves. Capital is prosperous
and more generous than the cap,
ital of any other country. Labor
is the best paid and has the short
est hours of any of the worlds
workers. IT, this Thanksgiving
you are inclined TO kick. ii will
be because the knife is dull and
not because you haven't a tur-
key to carve"
The Washington times., 1926-11-24
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The Washington times., 1926-11-24
By L. Lamar Matthews

0N the Henley's kitchen table
" there were the remains of a
roast chicken. saucer of jelly
turned overland scraps of bread
and cake. On one chair there was
the leg Of chicken, partly eaten,
and on another chair was glass
half full OF milk.
On Sunday nights &he Henleys
ate supper in the kitchen, where
everybody helped himselg when he
felt hungry. When there is an
abundance OF food available, chill
dren usually take more than they
can eat, unless they are taught
better. And these children had not
been taught better.
That supper table was typical
Of the manner in which the family
lived.
There were four of the little
Henleys-round. rosy and robust;
goodnatured, energetic and honest.
but WASTEFUL. Goodness how
wasteful those HenIeys werei
They wasted everything, and they
were not rich people by any means.
Every day the father toiled 10
hours and at the close OF the day
he dragged his weary body home
to rest so that he: could go back
and toll some more. The mother
cooked and cleaned and sewed and
The Washington times., 1926-11-24
WIN the Child Must Learn to Practice Thrift

and careless. Consequently the
children never were taught to
save anything.
No. NOTHING very serious hap.
pened-not yet. The Henley chi.
dren are still little ones. They
haven't had time to get in debt
nor perform any of the doubt.
full acts that extravaganza brings
about. They might be checked
in their shiftless career. IL there
were someore to check them. but
there isn't.
Waste not only makes want
hut 1t induces other careless
habits that in turn lead to SLOW
emily traits arid reckless deeds.
Restraint is a lesson that the
young people of today need and
the exact opposite of restraint
is waste. Little tricks Of waste
fulness in a child soon become a
habit and continued indul-
gence In habit finally becomes a
trait of character.
Teach your child to take care
of his belongings. and teach him
TO spend his money wise ".
THRIFT IS a lesson tEat is
learned at home and one that
will benefit your child all OF his
life You are doing him last
ing favor when you teach him
how to get the greatest vail
from what he has.