The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1928-06-19
PROCTOR TURNS
POE | AS DOOM
DRAWS NEAR
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Something that is dearer than soid.
,TIe letter from one far away
When came 70 my cell,
on something ne'er seen before.
For there at my feet
Lay q little white sheet.
a patch on the grim prison floor.
oh, my heart gave bound.
when I stopped TO the ground,
Wonderin' from whom Il might be.
when I opened my prize.
There before my eyes
Was letter from mother 10 me.
oh letter from you. dear,
IN life there's q few, dear
Who'll love me a. fondly a. thee.
On a cold prison bed.
Bitter tears have I shed.
Ger that letter from mother 70 me.
Message To His sweetheart
IN November. 1927. before his case
was taken to the Court Of Appeals
IN washington and later denied.
Proctor penned this message to his
sweetheart. He was confident when
he wrote this that he would b.
granted q new trial and eventually
freed
sweetheart. got your letter.
And 1t made me kind Of blue
Ard believe it's true.
But. sweetheart. please don't worry.
Sweetheart. please don't cry.
Cause better days are coming
And when at last I'm free again.
And YOU are my little wife,
III bet you pass q sentence. DEAR
To hold me-thus for life."
~ xrf. sxa..+ rstrlss
Another poem to his ssbest girl:
/ thought had lost you until last
night in my dreams
We metl You were crying and heart
broken. II seems
And each tiny tear seemed to burn
in my soul.
And in each bitter sob story was
told.
In humble contrition knelt at your
To beg your forgiveness, your pardon
And q seemed as l knelt there with
somehow in heart knew that you
cared.
You knelt down beside me and looked
And there ! saw beauty and goodness
with eyes filled with tears You told me
Had patiently waited. had ever been
true.
And now that you had me, u once !
had been.
swore never to leave ms Or lose me
And i, in my turn. dear. with your head
swors never 70 leave you. till death "
do parti
Warns ''FIappers"
Waxing bitter at his own fate in
not avoiding evil companions, Proc
tor warns a tflapper" OF the results
that come from drinking and smok.
ing
Wake up. little flapper you're DREAMING.
And wasting your life away.
stop smoking, ctIssing. and drinking
For there'll come day when you'h
Dear fiapper. you're making an error,
Pull M Your hose and be nice
Stop Shaping that rouge all over your
For that you'll some day pay the price.
sweet intle one, with the monkey bob,
Thew speed. they shimmy, they neck
But only for what they out OF you get.
They promise you this, they promise
Even promise you love in a cozy flat.
But when you get old. it's another
All yoG'n get are rings under eyes
for glory.
rhs love that Is said to be yours
divine
IL given to another so that she may
shine.
30 wake Mp. little girl ERE it's too
late,
cut out the jazz and clean your slate.
Look for a good. regular fellow,
There are plenty who aren't yellow.
Iet wise before you grow eid and
FOR THIS bright life In the end doesn't
pay.
Work hard for yeur innH and lee
vour hair grow lnnnt
tart singing aaain that old-tinle aanat
d q sweet little rlri, loving an1 tfun
Tor there ~ alwaya q aona man ln
the uefia tot Fon,