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The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-09-05

T STILL maintain that two eyes
i are hardly enough to follow all
the punches that can be landed IN
a head to-head smuggling match
where both contestants are banging
away at each other with fine old
falstaffian hilarity.
The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-09-05

sexson Brothers Coal Company defeated
Sunshine Garden A. c. Sunday, IA to 8.
For a game Sunday, call DreXel O2o. ASK
for Bert
The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-09-05

Commenting on the stress that was
placed on Singers aggresslveness, MAIN ,tili
SON wants TO know If his attack was SKIN.
fiIl To some of us it was. to others IL
wasn't. closely contested fight always
brings q wide diversity of opinion IN
many cases the opinions are 50 Wlqely
scrambled as to create a suspicion they
were arrived at on the subtle and scientlhc
basis OF sheer guess work.
The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-09-05

Moreover, nobody has vet been able to
convince me that certain phases OF hght
do not look different from one side OF the
ring than the other, this due to the posi-
tions of the noble gladiators at the time
of striking.
The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-09-05
THREE-I LEAGII

Springfield, 1873; Bloomington, As.
Evansville. S-l1; Danville. 1-3.
Quincy. 2: Peoria, l.
Terre Haute. z; Decatur, 6.
The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-09-05

indeed. there is adequate proof that the
same fight will register entirely different
pictures on the minds OF men who are
Sitting shoulder to shoulder on the same
side Of the ring I sat almost directly
back Of Mathison at the Chocolate Singer
controversy In Mathison's mind there
was absolutely no doubt as to the winner
Chocolate won. Perhaps this explains
what's wrong with those Arabs in the
Holy Land.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-11-17

GO here was another Perkins. I aimed my
~ habitual question at him, expecting no bet
ter results. Tell me, do you know anything
about those four dreamS?"
He sat a moment, motionless, in what one
might have termed a vainglorious silence He
sucked his lips in and out over those vacant
gums as If he found them full OF flavor; then
he suddenly burst into the triumphant crow
of chanticleer. Eyes man! Calate do
know them dreams-Seein' I dreamed EN-. I
be zeb Perkins" He said it with as sweet an
JUNCTION If he had announced himself King
of the Hejaz. In a flash the room stood re-
vealed anew. 1t spoke aloud Of Sara Amanda
Perkins, beloved wife Of Benjamin Perkins, sea
captain; of his clipper of the relics of his voy-
ages, of her handiwork in rugs and wreaths.
The very begonias might be grandchildren
of the ones she had planted. Here, indeed, was
a stage set for those dreams. Here sat zeb
Perkins, playwright and stage manager, pick
ing excitedly at his pink head, eternally ready
to ring up his curtain. He caught my eye on
the wreaths.
Them little tow-headed fergit-me- nots be-
longed to her first son as died baby. She
set terrible store by him. The black in them
suSanS come from her sister Ida, my great
aunt Perkins. See them coffin plates. Yen
see every one of them was copper, nickeled
over, every one but Grams. Hers was solid"
There was a wealth of information conveyed
In that last word. had been standing until
from the coffin plates to chair: set, woan't
We? Yen see them rockers under We are worn
as fiat as sledge runners. That was Grams
chair; and we wore them rockers off luggin'
her round. She was all crippled up, Gram
was, same as me; only in them days there warn't
no wheel chairs"
The chair was all zeb claimed. There was
no more rock to it than to dray sledge. From
the chair his eyes few to the crayon portraits.
Look at them! Look at Marm-then look at
Gram. Why, there was nary thing Gram
couldn't do, for all her crippled-upness. Bake
a pie, fry batch O. doughnuts, clean up the
butt'ry. But Marin seems like she was horn
fretty and tired Made We tired jest to watch
her travel from the sink to the cook stove.
Shed handle batch o. biscuits like she never
expected to live to see 'em baked. Jes' look1n'
at EN- can We make out difference?"
did and I could. In spite Of everything the
artist had done to obliterate all human express
sions he had mastered the single point Of differ
ence. One face sagged utterly, the other looked
out with sharp alert eyes on a world that IN
terested her immensely. There was grim
humor about the mouth, and frmness that
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-11-17

spoke challenge even at the end of a century.
IT tell ye," Zebs eulogy was gathering mo-
mentum. I'VE boys set a terrible store by Gram.
She was cutter and smarter tied to that chalk
than Marin was on two good legs-han's to
match EN- Golly! How sick boys git bein'
whined at. Didn't make no odds what we done
good or bad-Marm alayS whined, but Gram
she stood by like she'd been a boy herself.
Shed beg us off hoein' fer circus and fair days
and slip us dimes for this or that. Calate she's
slipped us enough nickels and dimes to stretch
clean to the upper pasture. Pasture! GoLy!
When we was up thar, hot days, haydn, she d
al'ayS mix us pitcher o. Sonethin cool-cream
o. tartar water or lemon and mlaSSes. When
she had it ready she'd take a stick and tick
tack on the windy. She could whistle, too;
whistle through them crooked fingers o hern
like yeler-hammer. Shed whistle whenever
she wanted to be fetched anywhars; then one
of us boys would come runnin' and heaVe her
to wheresomever she aimed to go-kitchen to
buttry-butt'ry to settin' room-Settin' room
70 she'd"
zeb stopped here and illustrated. He put
two of his crooked fingers to his mouth and
Shrilled out a thin, wailing note as eery as q
banshees.
That's the way she done it," he continued.
"And Marin would fuss and fret and say she
didn't see why the Lord lowed little crippled
up body like Grams to stay so chuck full o
spunk. Some days she git sort o. vengeful,
Marin would, and tell Gram she'd better quiet
down decent or more'n likely she'd never rest
quiet in her grave after she died"
4 HUSH fell on the room. There was a bale
full light shimmering through zeb's dull
eyes. his claws began a nervous INTERVIEWING
Wall . - he broke the silence at last Gram
died. Night afore she died seems like she got
scairt. She grabbed us boys one after another
and made us all promise We wouldn't bury her
twell we were good and sure she was dead. Keep
me five days-promise me that she kept a.
sayin'. And promised. Recollect it didn't
seem to me then how Gram could desc
full of smartness and spunk. Even after old
Doc Coombs come and pronounced her, seemed
like she'd open her eyes any minute and ask
us boys to lug her somewhars. Stead o. that
she lay so quiet seemed like could hear Dooms-
day strike"
The air about us became suddenly super
charged with something. Was it that ravenous
desire for life that must have consumed Gram
Perkins? Under their glass domes the hair
wreaths seemed to move If famed by
breath. The feathers about us swayed The
rooster in the pulled-in rug seemed to pulse with
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-11-17
HAND MADE TROUT FLIES
FOR SALE HERE.

I attacked the door without mercy. mo-
ment's knocking brought the sound OF stirring
from within, and the door finally creaked open,
displaying the oldest cut of a little man In a
wheel chair. He blinked at me like some great
nocturnal bird, and soon there was an tntelli-
gent wag of the head-more at my clothes than
at me.
Come in. Doan't gin'rally git lady fisher
men. Hearn tell they git 'em down to the
harbor lookin' jes as he-ish as the men," He
rolled his chair backward from the door, beck
oning me to follow. I could hear him repeat
ing the last Of his words under his breath as
If by way of confirmation: eyes, sir, looking
-jes' as he-ish as the men,"
He led me into a room that might have been
identified even in the uttermost corner of the
world as having been conceived and delivered
in the State of Maine. An alright stove GEN.
tered it, and on its pinnacle stood nickel
plated moose at bay. There were half dozen
pulled-in rugs; fruit pulled in; red, yellow, and
purple roses pulled in; rooster pulled in; ana
other things that def1ed the imagination. The
two window sills were gay with geraniums
and begonias. Crayon portraits paneled the
walls, and between each portrait hung hair
wreath. Fronting the door was a shower OF
coffin plates strung together with fish line
A large colored print of clipper hung over
the mantel, while all about hung trophies OF
the South Seas-Strings of shells and beads and
corals. But the most amazing exhibit was
turkey and cock tails, yellowhammer and blue
jay wings, breasts crests and what not. The
work bench was Uttered with tiny feathers,
partridge and guinea fowl, and spools of bright
silk He brushed all these aside and reached
underneath to drawer, bringing out a handful
of trout flies. 1t took no close scrutiny to tell
their exquisite workmanship.
Pick out what We want. Swamp back yon-
der jes' eats 'em up, doan it?" And he smiled
an ingratiating, toothless smile.
1 made my selections slowly, studying the
little man more than the flies. His head was
as bald and pink as a baby's. His lips were
tremulous, and his eyes showed that pale blue
opacity of the very old or very young. 1t was
his hands that held me COMPOUNDED They
were twisted like birds claws. How they could
have ever taken wisps of feather and fine
lengths of silk and wound them into the perfect
semblance of tiny aerial creatures was more
than could conceive He caught at my Won
dering and with burst of Growing laughter
he held the claws closer for inspection.
Handsome haint they? Calate work 'em
steady as most folks Nerk a good pair. Can't
stand wet nor cold no better n Gram Perkins
could in hern. Good days she was the smart
est knitter in the county"
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-11-17
These 0. Henry Memorial A90Ard
Stories, Each Complete in The Stars
Sunday Magazine, Are Selected From the
Best american Fiction of the Past Year.
Another Unusual Story WIUA Appear IN
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mercenary "Those Dreams" ventured, chow
did they happen and do they belong entirely to
Zeb?"
"They do, God be praisedl" Whereupon the
storekeeper retired behind the necklace for
good two minutes and then partially emerged
to whisper, mo ones layin any claim at all
to those dreams but Zeb. And I've always
thought myself If he hadn't had them, no
knowing what he mightn't have had"
EOR two recurring Summers I stayed fixed
at this point And then came Spring
when 1 slipped off early to the harbor for
trout The Perkins who drives the jitney met
me at the wharf as stepped from the Boston
boat. "Hain't Summer resorter nor bluejay
here w.t." was his greeting. "Weathers right
smart-nips We considerable" And it did The
water in the brooks was so cold my fingers re-
manned stiff and blue all day. But the fishing
was good, and in the end caught something
more than trout.
morning came with southeast wind. Up
to that / had lost almost no flies, SO started
out with little extra tackle. The middle of the
morning found me a mile deep in an alder
swamp bog on one side and piled-up brush on
the other 1t was what you would call dirty
fishing and in half an hour I had lost every
fly and leader / had with me. There was
nothing TO do but put up my rod and go back.
In an effort to strike higher ground I came
into what was new country to me. A tran
led up toward where I judged the BURBERRY
lodges would be, and climbing for a mile or
so suddenly broke through into clearing and
a wagon road. A grayish house stood beside
the road. A thin spiral of smoke curled out
of the chimney. On a split stake, even with
the road, teetered sign reading:
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-11-17
Four DREAMS Or GRAM PERKINS

And es that minute thar regular Whale Of ham
rerin and the doors Of the hedrse bust open. Thar
sOa Crom-top OF her coffin peekin do,cn Ios0 at
and beckonin' for to come and git her
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-11-17

RAM PERKINS was not my grand
mother. / had good reason to be-
neve that she had died and received
Christian burial a half century be-
f.. 6,.cA eaH foot IN Hoddnck HaF.
Nogales international., 1929-01-01
Old Folks Say Doctor
Caldwell was RIGHT

The hasia Of treating sickness has
not changed since DR.. Caldwell left
Medical College in 1875, nor since
he placed on the market the laxar
tive prescription he had used in his
practice, known to druggists and
the public since 1892. as DIR. Cald-
welps Syrup Pepsin.
Then, the treatment of constipa-
tion, biliousness, headaches, mental
depression, indigestion, sour stom-
&ch and other mdispositions that re-
suit from constipation was entirely
by means Of simple vegetable laxa-
tives, herbs and roots. These are
still the basis of DR.. Caldwell's Syr-
mp Pepsin, which is a combination
Of senna and other mild laxative
herbs. with pepsin.
The simpler the remedy for consti-
patton, the safer for the child and for
you, and the better fcr the general
health OF all. And as you can get
results in a mild and safe way by
using DR.. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin,
why take chances with strong drugsf
A bottle of DR.. Caldwell's Syrup
pepsin win last family several
months, and all can use It. It is
good for the baby because pleasant
to the taste, gentle in action, and
free from narcotics. In the proper
dose, given in the directions. it is
equally effective at all ages. Elderly
people viii And it especially ideal.
Nogales international., 1929-01-01
LEADERS IN NAME ONLY

There is a continuous obligation owed by every
individual to the community and especially by those
most favored by fortune Enlightened self-interest
should quicken acceptance of the obligation There is
hardly for argument that what is good for the
community is, broadly considered good for the indi-
vidual in his work. Conversely what is good for the
individual in the best sense is good for every other
man. woman and child in the community.
Too much must not be expected from politicians
and parties too often approached from both sides
the basis of horse trade. Governmental agents must
who can envison things they ought to be, and at
long range. Politicians and officehoders regardless
of what they may say in their campaigns, are mostly
concerned with getting into office and staying in
That is why they in politics. They in politics
to get into office to have hand in putting others
in office, other and are in business
professions to make money career or both.
But the politician and officehoder is usually wise
enough to know that that which is beneficial to the
community state or nation will best react to his
benefit His motives for serving the public may be sell
fish but the service is poorer for that.
No man can long remain in public office in
political control who consistently disregards the will
and welfare of the voters Public service is the foun-
daton upon which he must build his political power.
Failure to give satisfactory service has wrecked
political than anything else. Convince the
fair return in service on the dollar in taxes and
it will take than slush fund and political
chine to keep them in office
Nogales international., 1929-01-01
Mining Engineers
Leave For Property

Mining engineers arrived in No
gales Saturday and left in the af
ternoon for the Independence
property 120 miles south which
they will explore for the United
Verde Copper company.
The party included L. B. Slioh-
ter and Walter Butz of the Physi-
cal Exploration company of Mad,
ison, Wis, and P. C. Benedict,
chief geologist of the United Verde
Copper company.
Recommendations will be placed
before w. Val DeCamp, of Jerome,
general mine superintendent of
the big copper company, to deter
mine the extent of alleged ore
bodies and whether United Verde
will pursue the property from a
big production standpoint.
Nogales international., 1929-01-01
DO WE HAVE THE COURAGE?

Do We have the courage, or the sense, to face
own shortcomings to admit to ourselves and to
all concerned our errors and mistakes?
If do not have, there is little chance that we
shall ever be much better equipped to fight our bat.
ties than are today.
Only obst macy refuses to confess and only
vanity declines to admit defeat Obstinacy and vanity
are drags upon the chariot of progress. Unless
cut them loose we do not get very far.
The same truth holds for the individual, the
group the community, the nation. History is replete
with instances of fine heads battered against the inn
penetrabe wall of unaterable fact of fine lost
by enthusiasts who cung tenaciously to original
ror of cities stunted because they too proud to
Nogales international., 1929-01-01

change their habits, of nations wrecked upon the
shoals of their selfish desire,
There is no shame in admitting failure or mis-
take, either to ourselves to observers We
long delude those who watch, and they will respect
the more highly if we frankly confess, when
muff the ball, that it was our fault.
AS long not too vain to face the facts
of conduct there is hope for US. But we will never
be useful to teammates in life long hyp-
notze ourselves into belief that we have hade home
with the bases full after have just struck out
Nogales international., 1929-01-01
Editorials o RI
WHAT WILL NEW YEAR MEAN TO YOU?

What will the New Year to you?
Why, precisely what you make it.
More than ever before, perhaps the year on
which we are about to enter hangs upon initiative,
endeavor and shrewdness.
The time is past when may play fast and
loose with their business or their work.
The day for reckless expenditure and loose deal
ing is past
The time when the competition for labor was
such that anything went is over.
Next year there will be business in fair proper
tons for ALL but there will be closer margins, keener
competition and net profits only for those who
mize all along the line; there will be dividends for
those who and disaster for those who waste.
There will be work at good wages for the
scientous workman, ard hard times and idleness for
those who careless lazy.
We are getting back to the place where profits
will be made by those who can combine small profits
individual sales with volume; there will be work
for those who and do produce for their pay.
Nor need we trouble ourselves about this. It is
natural condition and brings out the best there is
in and in the end leaves the country sound
y prosperous than when socalled good times" make
careless, reckless and lazy and wastefu
The result will be cheaper goods for the
and good profits and steady work for those who
know how to take advantage of the circumstances
of the moment.
The New Year, therefore will be just what we
make it.
Nogales international., 1929-01-01
SEE MINE DISTRICT

Bracey Curtis, president of the
First National Bank, was host Sat-
'7rday to a groub Interested in the
future of mining in Santa Cruz
county. The party which included
J. M. Welsh, wealthy Los Angeles
Nogales international., 1929-01-01

broker, his brother F. P. Welsh and
W. L. Ludolph, an attorney and
Mr.. Curtis, motored to the Pata-
gonia mining district. It is be-
lieved that Mr.. Welsh is contem-
plating investment in the Nogales
area.
Nogales international., 1929-01-01
HOME FROM COLLEGE

Misses Georgia and Elizabeth
Marsh are home from Notre Dame
College, Belmont, Cali li'ornia, spend.
ing the holiday vacation with their
Mrs. Theodore Marsh.
Nogales international., 1929-01-01

All drug stores have the generous
bottles.
We would be glad to have you
prove at our expense how much DR..
Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin can mean
to you and yours. Just write
''Syrup Pepsin," Monticello, Illinois,
and we will send you prepaid q
FREE SAMPLE BOTTLE.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-06-18

georgette crepe gown, with a beige
transparent straw hat and carrying an
arm bouquet of larkspur.
Mr.. Miles Stroup was the best man
for his brother.
After a wedding breakfast at the
Iron Gate Inn, Mr.. Stroup and his
bride left for a wedding trip. They
will be at home later at East Orange.
Among the guests at the wedding
were Miss Marion Carr and Miss Mil
dred Carr, sisters of the bride. and Mrs.
Miles Stroup of Indiana, Pa, Sister-in-
law of the bridegroom.
Mr.. and Mrs Adam Whitfield
Cherry announce the marriage of their
sister, Mrs. Harriotte Wannamaker
Byrd, TO Maj. Julian Constable Smith,
U. S. M. c., yesterday in Washington.
Mrs. Byrd is the widow of the late
Capt. william G. Byrd, u. S. M. c.,
and has spent much time in Washing
ton and attended a school of fine and
applied arts.
After short wedding trip, Mai.
and Mrs. Smith will go. to Wakefield,
Mass, where Maj. Smith will assume
command of the Marine Rifle and
Pistol Team detachment and his duty
as captain of these teams, which will
represent the Marine Corps in the ma
tional matches at Camp Perry, Ohio
in September. After the matches Mai
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gown and she carried an arm bouquet
OF pink Columbia roses.
The other attendants were Miss
Gretchen Bergner, Miss Lillian Thomas,
Miss Beatrice Brewton, and Mrs. A. j.
Samperton. They wore frocks of geor-
gette in shades of green, pink, yellow
and orchid, respectively, trimmed with
bows in contrasting hues. Their slip
pers matched the bows on the frocks
and they carried arm bouquets Of but
terf1y roses.
Little Lorraine Young and Dolores
Young, nieces of the bride, were the
flower girls, wearing organdie frocks in
pastel shades and carrying baskets of
rose petals.
Mr.. Franklin Kendrick was the best
man and the ushers were Mr.. Richard
Field, Mr.. A. j. Samperton, Mr.. Will
liam Young and Mr.. Ralph Campbell.
A reception followed the ceremony,
when the wedding couple we're assisted
in receiving by Mrs. Young, mother of
the bride, who wore a black lace gown
over nude chiffon, and Mrs. Kendrick,
mother of the bridegroom, who was in
rose beige lace.
Mr.. Kendrick and his bride left later
in the evening for wedding trip, Mrs
Kendrick wearing blue ensemble with
accessories to match. They will be at
home upon their return at 1861 Har-
ward street.
Among the out-of-town guests were
Mr.. and Mrs. William H. Schaeffer of
Philadelphia. Mrs. W. X Young of
Maryland, Mr.. and Mrs. L. w. Schaeffer
and Miss Ada Ranine of Maryland
Holy Comforter Church was the
scene of pretty wedding yesterday
morning at o'clock, when Miss Cecilia
Lockwood, daughter of Mr.. and Mrs.