The Washington times., 1934-10-29

S~NN AA~OS
The newspaperman was John
Ramsay Graham, then editor
and owner Of the Emporia
Newsletter, founder of the
Emporia Gazette-and the only
father I ever knew.
Being q founding Is sort Of
q "builder-upper," for it teaches
one how to claw, shrek and
fight back some of the ele.
mentS that unkindly living pro-
vides.
MY early stage recollectionS
are long toGy bGck-"The Black
Crook" And, indeed, that crook
1OGS tDhite compared to some OF
those / haze since encountered.
Married Three Times
Yes, I have been married
three times. Marriage got to.
be my Victorian habit-a bad
one; but I had to do it in
order to find the fact out. The
inevitable is the great TRACE
dian, never the humoriSt.
Each widowhood left me with
an individual fortune, which I
abandoned to the Winds.
playing roulette. cards. and
giving endowmentS to those
who loved me because I was
able to endow. AT least, I
can look back and say Smil-
ingly that I never bit my
fingernails while the numbers
danced. If I had my life to
re-live, I should do it all over
again-without any alterations.
Twenty years Of luxury in my
own chateau in France. Life
in Europe with the surround
ingS of taste, bubbling with
happiness, and escorted by the
royal company from the prin-
cipaI capitals. Here is a lesson
in juggling Life teaches, here,
that no man is a master until
he can serve, and no servant
will ever ascend until he under
stands that principle. In Eu-
rope q drinking gentle person
never becomes a dizzy drunkard.
There sex is served as an hOrs
d'Oeuvre rather than o barbe-
cue. life is always thick and
fast. with q sane balance.
When prohibition became an
American institution / decided
to giUe my husband a OGcGtion
and DGnder back to America.
thought it 1DGS smart to get
in 1Uith the smart set, and be-
come a LADY bootlegger Il
came. / in1bibed and the
laugh WaS on nle-the Federal
prohibition agents Out-smGrted
me. The So-cGlled lG1O decided
that / 1UGS an offender merely
because / poured a libGtion to
the bGniShed BGcchuS. and so
they punished me BY giving me
thirty days in the Harlem Jail.
It is a paradox. my eXecu-
ton turned out to be an educa-
tion. My passion of ambition,
passion of living, passion Of
daring, has always made me
snatch my contested existence
with many a struggle. But this
wrestling match was with the
"Federals" and they won. III
say they won when l saw my
light flash on in my cell at the
unchristian hour of 6 a. m.
The trouble with most people
is that they lack a sense Of
humOr. They make too much
fun of others instead of them
selves; so, acknowledging this
fact. put on my imaginary cap
and bells. and went jingling
around my cell as if liked it.
The worst plague in Jail were
the social workers. One asked
me if 1 did not want to be
saved, to which 1 answered
"YES-frOm Federal agents."
Harlem all
/ found the Harlem Jail a
house for DGy1UGrd 1Domen tUho
1UGnt to stay t0ay,DGrd. once
the wGgon brought in a per-
Jumed lady from the streets.
Upon Registration" she asked
il there 1UaS a radio about;
1Dhereupon the officer informed
her that she 10GS being de-
tGined"-not "entertGined."
After the expiration of 30
days, 1 decided to try another
land more cOngenial than New