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DEPORTES
BAUMAN H
CON McCLEARY

Ell gigantesco irlandes de las
300 libras, Pat McCleary, rea-
paTecera hoy en- Benjamin Field
teniendo de contrario a Gene
Bauman.
Derrotado por Ell "gordo" en-
otra OCCASION, Bauman solicito la
revancha del empresario Miller
v lie fue coneedida.
Vo va demostrar, declare a :
yer Gene, que he recuperado mi
buena lorna. "Vencere a Nc
Cleary."
Jess Gilmer, de 270 libras, at
leta de la Universidad de Mia :
mi. luchara contra Allen Eusta-
ce, en- ell semifinal.
El Millionaire Murphy, que
guarda sus millones en- un lugar
secreto, tendra de adversario al
turco Abdul Pasha.
Nick Pakas Sc batira con John
Evke, y Charley Webb con Evan
Lewis. #li
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Los GUANTEs

Gene Tunney opina que ell
"viejo" Make Schmding VEN
cera al negro Jose Luis, Ell cam
pe6n. -
Nos parece que ell excampe6n
esta equivocado.
Luis perdi6 la anterior peiea
con Make, cuando 81 aleman lie
"acost6'', por una Influenza
'misteriosa" que nadie ha podi-
10 explicar todavfa.
Pero ell negro de Detroit esta
"a fuera de la 6rbita de los "mis
5erio" y esta vez Ell ger1mano ana
zi'' sera acostado o derrotado
DOR puntos.
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Los Jefes de Syracuse derotados
por las Alas Rojas de Rochester
Fue izada la bandera donada por la
Camara de Concrete

La ceremonial de liar La ban
dera en- Ell parque Sc efectu6 d 5
pues del desafio.
Mrchas personals Sc Marcia
ron porque estaban cansadas de
soportar ell sol.
Estas ceremonies Sc efect1an
siempre antes del juego, de mo-
do que la bandera quede flotan-
do Y despues del desaffo Sc baj
Harry Wilderman preside la
comisi6n del acto, en- companFa
-de Jose Glamour y otros direc-
torres de la Camara de Conner
clio de Ybor City.
Intervinieron en- la ceremo-
MIA ell Rev Walter B. Passiglia,
que pronunci6 la invocation; Ell
Sr. Rafael Martinez Ybor, que
entreg6 la bandera, y B. F. Bor-
chardt, comandante del puesto
Marcelo Gonzalez No. 73.
TOGO la banda de tambores y
cornetas del regimiento 116 de
Artilleria, mandada por T. E.
Jacobson.
I'm grUpo de Muchachos Ex-
ploradores di6 su cooperation al
acto.
Felicitamos a Ia Camara Gle
Concrete de Ybor por SUI inicia-
iva.
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Los Jefes de Syracuse tuvie-
ron aver oportunidades de ga
mar, pero los Alas Rojas los per-
siguieron hasta ell fin y en- la de-
Gina entrada los derrotaron,
con anotaci6n de 8 por 6.
Fue un desaffo de innegable
interes. Ell Syracuse empat6 en-
Ia octava entrada, hacienda su
quinta carrera.
Ell Rochester hizo una carrie
"a en- la primera mitad del move
no y los Jefes Sc la devolvieron,
empatando de nuevo.
All empezar ell decimo, los
yborcitenos, partidarios del Sy-
racuse, esperaban una victoria
o por 10 menos un empate, pc
no los de Rochester volvieron al
bate Y anotaron dos carreras
mas, con fuertes batazos.
Los visitantes pegaron IL
hits y 10 los locales.
Mooty lanz6 de manera admit
rable, a pesar de que lie batea-
ron 10 hits, Y sus companeros lie
secundaron con verdadera efec-
tividad.
Tres batazos de "jonrron" lie
pegaron, por encima de la cerca
del jardfn izquierdo, este lie pu-
so al horde de la derrota.
Everett Hill lie sustituy6, en-
ell decimo, y por las dos carreras
que lie hicieron perdi6 Ell desa-
flo.
Utilize Ell Rochester a los pit
cheers Gusick, Wilks y Raffens-
berger.
Jim Bottomley intervino de
manera principal, con I'm opor-
buno hit, en- ell noveno inning.
Esta noche Sc marcharan los
Jafes, aparentemente statistic
chos de su primera temporada
en- Ybor.
Rochester &c, 12h, lie; SYRIA
cuse &c, 10h, BE.
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por Ell fondo de la ayenida, de-
tras de U nmacizo de altfsimos
bamb1es.
Hubo una nueva pausa dolo-
rosa.
Ell marques habfa palidecido
ligeramente al yer la letra de
aquel sobre.
mo lie eabia duda!
ERA de Eulalia!
iQu6 Sc proponia esta mujer
diab6lica y hasta d6nde iba a
-leyar su cinismo y ST atrevi-
miento?
Maria, la pobre novia, con e
50 lnstinto agudizado de la per-
cepci6n que solo da Ell amor, ha-
'bfa comprendido, y miraba, al
ternativamente, al sobre y al
rostro de Pope, que bajaba los
La gaceta., 1938-04-11

Il Dime que me has de que
rer siempre, Pepel-decia la
dulce novia.
i Siempre, Maria! TODD
mi coraz6n es tuyo! Yo no ten
go pasado...
-iNo mientas t.. Yo quiero
que me digas siempre la verdad!
La verdad tie digo. Tengo
Weinticuatro amos. Adn no hace
dos o tres qeu era un nino, que
apenas me daba cuenta de las
cosas... Pc reso cometi esa fall
ta..., esa sola falta,.. Pero yo te
juro que esta TODD olvidado...,
que yo no volvere a yer mas a
esa mujer. [,
|iJ1ramelo!
Tie 10 juro.
Huho una pauSa.
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Jose Luis, en- opinion de Leon
ard, puede pegar con mas dure-
"a que Jack Dempsey, cuando Ell
manassas mauler era campe0n.
"Pega con mas dureza que Jack.
Luis es el 1nico gladiator, de
los muchos que yo he visto, que
derriba con un solo punetazo.
Con respecto a Henry Arm
strong estima que es uno de los
mejores boxeadores que han
existido.
All ser interrogado sobre las
posibiblidades de victoria del
negro, frente a Ross y Ambers,
Gamble de tema.
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La victoria de Jimmy Ada
nick sobre ell rubio italiano AL
Ettore no significa que Jimmy
adquiri6 va la potencia para
combatir con ell campeon y de-
lrotarlo.
Ettore habfa sido vapuleado
por pdgiles de segunda y terce-
ra categoria, de modo que Ell
triunfo de Adamick no conmo-
vera a los "fieles", aunque Jack
Kearns tratara de capitalizar
con ell nuevo triunfo.
Veneer Ettore siginfica no re
troceder; pero no tiene valor al
guno en- cuanto al avance hacia
la c1spide.
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BERG VOLVERA A PELEAF
CON WALLACE

New York, abril 11.-Jackie
(Kid) Berg, Ell veterano p1gil
ingles, peleara en- esta ciudad, Ell
microbes por la noche, con
Franckie Wallace, otro vetera-
no de Cleveland.
Berg ~sustituye a Pedro Mon
tafez, ell puertorriqueno, que es-
ia enfermo, con UNI fuerte ca
tarro.
La gaceta., 1938-04-11

Benny Leonard, que ACADIA de
cunplir AZ amos de edad, tiene
.un alto concepto de los meritos
de jose Luis, Ell negro campe6n
del peso complete, y de Henry
Armstrong, la maravilla negra,
campe6n del peso de pluma y as
pirante, con indiscutibles meri-
tos, a las coronas del peso well
Der ligero.
La gaceta., 1938-04-11

Jack Dempsey lie pide ahora a
Gene Tunney exponga su inter-
pretaci6n de la cuenta de IA Sc
gundos en- la famosa pelea de
Chicago. ~
Jack trata de obtener un a.
nuncio o publicidad y lamento
no poder darsela-Ideclar6 Gene.
Tunney es ahora presidente
del comit6 de directories de una
companfa destiladora.
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SCHEMELING PELEARA
CON STEVE u D

Hamburgo, New York, abril
11.-M excampe6n mundial del
peso complete, Max Schmeling,
que aspira a reconquistar la CO.
roma, peleara aqui Ell venidero
sabado, frente al americana
Steve Dudas, de Edgewater, N.
J..
Sera una pelea a IL asaltos.
Dudas era un peligroso boxea-
dor de su eategoria.
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Foiletin No. a
La Gaceta Folletin No. a
LA MUCHACHA
DE la GALE
NOVELA DE AMOR
Y DE DOLOR
Original de
F. ALBUQUERQUE

ella, pr la fortuna. ruesto que
era Pepe varias wees Milo
Mario.
jC6mo no iba a considerar-
Sc Ia joven absolute, rotunda-
mente diehosa
Y, sin embargo.
No TODD eran alegrfas en- es-
he fastuosO palacio de la Cas-
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Steve Dudas, Ell de ahora yes
un decadente. Quiere este decir
que Ell p1gil de New Jersey Sc
ra derrotado el pr6ximo saba
do, en- Hamburgo, por Ell nazi
Schmeling.
No sc arriesgaria el aleman
81 creyera que Dudas podrfa de-
rrotarlo.
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lHabra peleas en- Benjamin
Field ell pr6ximo jueves?
Nos faltan noticias directos
del empresario Rudy Miller.
La gaceta., 1938-04-11

Petey Sarron, Ell eXcampe6n
del peso de puma, reaparecera
hoy en- Mobile, estado de Alaba-
ma.
La gaceta., 1938-04-11

Pedro Montanez esta enfermo
v Ell ingles Jackie Berg peleara
en- su lugar, frente a Franckie
Wallace.
Berg pertenece actualmente a
la division del peso welter.
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DIVERS d POST
1918 ErAnklin Sc.
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Compramos cast todo.-L0s
0as altos psecios TOR sus nue.
oles y euseres. Muebles de OFF.
Gina.
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! Los Yaquis, Senior Baron" He
concluded with an implied appeal
to Bill for assistance.
"Senor Montoya means that his
son, Felix, has just returned with
two captured Yaqui Indians" Bin
said. ''They are quite a problem
sometimes, Miss Dale"
Indians ?" echoed she. "You
mean-real Indians ?"
eyes indeed! Real"
"But I thought they-all Indians
were killed or something, years
ago."
Bill smiled, and translated it for
the Montoyas. "That is true in the
United States" he told Ellen then.
"But not in Mexico. The Yauuis
have never been conquered. They
are a wild remnant. A few vii.
lagos live peacefully, but other
groups still come down out of their
mountain canyons on raiding
sprees. The Mexican officials con-
stantly have worries about them.
especially in the ranching districts.
The more savage Yaquis love to
steal horses and cows. And
women"
Pamela Montoya shuddered. She
had been gazing admiringly at
Bill. Il would say that you could
drive any Indians away, Senior
Baron" she almost purred it. "You
look strong, like my brother. Men
would follow you."
Ellen looked up at the Mexican
girl in some surprise. It seemed
short acquaintance for such talk.
Pamela stared at him as if en-
raptured throughout the meal, and
when they arose to leave the table
she promptly appropriated him
Her maneuvers, seemed to be just
on the edge of boldness-not quite
forward, but certainly not very
restrained. It was obvious that
the handsome Americana had i'm
pressed her deeply.
Ellen Dale had not thought OF
her escort as handsome. Indeed
she had not thought of him person
ally at all, until this hour. Men,
all manner of men, had been
around her eternally since she be-.
gan work for the screen; they were.
little more than properties on a
studio stage. She had been an ex-,
tremely busy girl and (she sudden
ly realized, sadly a rather self
conferred one. Now, though, she
was acutely conscious Of Panola's
interest in this man. She watched
them standing in front of the liv-
ing room fire. The fireplace was a.
stone arch taller than Bill, and the
glow silhouetted them in pictur-i
esque manner. Pamela was look
ing up at him.
"Well. goodness, he's worth
looking att" thought Ellen, sud-
denly making the discovery.
The evening was a quiet one.
They sat in the great beamed liv.
ing room because the autumn air.
while not too cold, was chilling.
Don Julio asked two servants to
bring their guitars in. The songs
were muted, soothing.
Later when she went to her room
across the patio and got ineo bed.
she was not sleepy. Once she
heard Bills distant laughter. a
happy basso, She lay thinking q
long while.
(TO Be COntinued)
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CHAPTER 2

FROM SHEER nervous strain
after their miraculous escape, or
rather the sudden warm relief
feom it, Ellen Dale tainted when
she stepped inside the ranch
house. She plopped headlong there
on the dance floor, sorry look
ing, wet little person. Three or
four Mexican girls shrieked in
alarm.
Things happened fast, then. A
naiddle-aged sonora, obviously the
hostess. issued many orders. Ser
wants went running. When Ellen
came again to her senses, she was
in soft bed with warm rock at
her feet and dark maids massag-
ing her. She was quite pale, so
they gave her warm drink and she
calmly went to sleep.
William Baron, though, relaxed
in front of the great living room
fire, steaming and smiling and an
swering questions the while. Hav-
ing lived % Of his 80 years on the
border. he spoke better Spanish
than many Mexicans.
1--WE had to do it," he explained
in conclusion. 1T was jump or
die in a crash.SWe took a long
chance, and won"
Don Julio lMontoya, the host,
then turned INCREASINGLY to his as
sembled dozens sof guests. Before
Bill realized it all of them were
bowed in reverent prayer. and Don
Julio was giving thanks to God for
the Americans deliverance. Bill
was amazed. Nobody had prayed
over him since his mother died. He
couldn't even say a grateful
Amen, SO huge was the lump in
his throat.
They gave him coffee and food,
and showered more polite ques-
tons.
II never saw her before today,
yesterday I mean," he related, in
Spanish. "Of course I knew her.
Ellen Dale. l have admired her
blond curls on the screen many
times. Her life story is known
from coast to coast. She was a
clerk in New York 1O-cent store
four years ago, an orphaned kid.
She won a beauty contest one Sum
day afternoon at Coney Island.
With the $25 first prize, she took
a few singing and dancing lessons.
Then she got a hearing on a
radio amateur, hour. She had
something. besides looks. In her
voice. A Hollywood movie pro-
Queer wired for her. She took a
test He gave her more lessons
and started advertising her. She
stole the first show they put her
IN, and she's been on high salary
ever since. Not the most famous,
maybe, but certainly popular. And
she's still young.
Il own a two-seater cabin plane
that is, i did own one-in San
Antonio. She was in hurry yes
terday to go west but missed the
regular afternoon ship. She hired
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his arm holding her close for mu-
tual warmth.
"All that = picture business.
Ballyhoo. I have been scared
crazy tonight. Or maybe scared
sensible. I'm still scared"
mo danger now, much" he
comforted. "But you had a right
to be scared when we dished out.
Why wouldn't you go alone? It
would have been much safer"
ST may be moving picture
star, Mr. don't know your
name-but I am not altogether in
human. I knew you'd have no
chance at ALL"
He squeezed her shoulder, patteo
it. His hand plopped water. She
knew he was thanking her.
do you have any idea where
we are now?" she asked.
Somewhere between San An
tonic and San Diego. Lots Of
ROOM"
What shall we do? Just walk 2"
| eyes. IF Pm not mistaken, I
can see a faint light yonder. I
thought it was star at first, but
it's too low"
They turned toward it. After a
bit they knew it was a light. A
mile of walking brought them
within range Of sound, too; the
sound of music.
well, I'll be hanged" drawled
Bill. They must have the band
out to greet U.S."
They had. That is, an orchestra
was playing, inside a large RAM
bling house, a string orchestra.
The music was soft but very
rhythmical. AS they approached,
the man and the girl could hear
unmistakable sounds of dancing,
laughter, gaiety. There wasn't
any other house in sight, no village
or town.
"It's a rancho" Bill told her.
"As sure as shootin' we're
grounded in old Mexico"
II hope they have a fire. Isn't
it late for a country dancer"
mot too late. When Mexicans
have a fandango. they may run
till breakfast. You ever been to a
fiesta, kid?"
mo. But after tonight I'm not
surprised at anything. And I'm
too cold to care much"
well, l think you're going to
one now. Some senorita will lend
you a dry mantilla, maybe"
They had to go around a corral
and past a long rail Of dropping,
saddled horses. A dozen or so au-
tomobiles were parked at one side.
Through curtained windows they
caught glimpses of motion and
color, high color; and the music
was ineffably beautiful, welcom-
ing.
"Glory!" muttered Bill Baron,
grinning. .'What a night this has
been! And it's not over yet. Well.
here goes" He stepped with her
across the porch and banged his
fist against massive door. Then
they waited, wet and shivering.
ITO Be COntinuedl
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me to take her. We went bang
into the storm, and here we are.
81 must repeat, Senior Montoya,
that I am deeply indebted for your
taking us in, and I know Miss Dale
will be grateful, too"
The dignified old rancher scoffed
at the thanks, kindly ordered his
wet guest to bed. In Difference to
the new arrivals, the dancers called
it a night and dispersed.
It was late afternoon before
Ellen came from her room. She
had enjoyed a lunch in bed, then
rested some more. When she ap-
peared, the vivacious American
had metamorphosed into some
thing languid and Latin and lovely
just the same. The Mexican finery
she wore was indescribably becom-
ing.
"Glory" exclaimed Bill Baron
when he saw her. ''You look
grand! How did you do it, with
out your maids and your makeup
staff 2"
But I had maids, Mr.-say
whatever rs your name? It's time
knew, don't you think? When
chartered your plane, / just
didn't inquire"
Bill himself was attired a La
Espanol now, also in borrowed
clothes. He looked magnificent
himself, if truth be known. He
even wore the colorful serape.
which all Mexicans love, with care
less ease. So, he bowed low and
introduced himself with flourish.
She dinlpled at him then. st
had maids, senior. Miss Pamela
Montoya-yotl <met her, didn't
you ?-has practically turned the
ranch over to me. never enjoyed
such attention in all my life"
Ellen turned to smile at Senorita
Pamela. This young lady Of the
rancho spoke some English. She
confessed to schooling in Ell Paso,
Tex. She was a striking figure
herself. a little imperious of mien,
trif1e large of mouth, a trifle too
dark of skin, but striking. "Por
NADIA, amiga" she muttered, in ac-
acknowledgement of Ellen's tribute.
They rested until dinner, which
turned out to be an elaborate func-
ton. Evidently Don Julio Mon
toya was wealthy. The visible ex-
tent of his ranch home and his vast
rolling acres suggested as much.
The food was Mexican, highly
spiced and tangy, but delicious
even so.
The abrupt clatter of arriving
horsemen, just outside the dining
room window, suddenly interrupted
the meal. There was loud commo-
ton, with angry voices. A door
banged and a dirty but official
looking young man burst in.
"Fay-leex!" cried Mrs. Montoya.
Don Julio arose. He greeted
the young man cordially, but at
the same time escorted him hastily
back out, with a quick apology to
the guests. Ellen was rather
alarmed.
Don Julio was back at the table
in a moment.
"Fay-leex, he has been away"
he explained. "He is officer in the
armee, which have go to-ah,
how you say ?-corral thee Indios.
Seek men, they have breeng back
two Indios who esteal thee cows.
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oblivion for us in what seems the
actual moment of dying, so those
who have experienced it tell. Bill
Baron seemed gradually to come
alive again. When he did so he
was very wet, and walking ant
carrying dripping girl with hin
through the rain. Not all Of the
wet was water; some of it momen'
tarily felt sticky and warm.
He walked as if in a trance
without aim or direction. Roar.
ings beset him and pains stabbed
him everywhere. And the GROUND
was far from level. Once when he
skidded and almost dropped her
the jolt snapped her to a state Of
consciousness also, and he paused
to put her feet down. Automat
ically she too began stumbling
along with him.
In the electrical flashes he coulC
catch glimpses Of massive forms
They seemed to be rocks, or noun.
tains, or both. Probably they were
both, he reasoned when he re-
gained some control of his mind
There were few small trees, some
more fantastic plant forms in fleet.
ing silhouette.
They came to one huge boulder
and had to turn around it. I'm.
mediately there seemed to be re-
spite from the storm. The rocl
was breaking the gale and rain
sheltering them. He felt out fol
it, pulled the girl down to it's base
and huddled there with her. Nc
rain hit them now. They crouchee
there with their faces hidden.
IF not actually striking then
where they huddled together, the
rain nevertheless was driving
Then, miraculously as it can be
only in the arid southwest, the
driving stopped. One moment il
was pouring, the next it wasn't
Bill Baron knew it was all over
maybe for months in that region
Sure enough, in less than Is min.
utes the moonlight tore through
It shone internationally for a while
and finally routed the clouds alto
gether; away on the south horizon
they could see a black mass thai
marked the progress of the storm
Bill felt the girl shivering.
Lets walk some more" HI
commanded. tits stopped"
Eyes, that will be warmer" she
agreed. They wore only lighr
clothing, for this was autumn. AL
clothing would be drenched any
way.
"Are you hurt ?" he asked.
"Just cold. And you?"
Some thumps and scratches
Nothing. needn't ell you how
lucky we are 2"
Il think know. A parachut,
isn't meant for two"
Fright. Nor for a storm lik,
that, Miss Dale"
"You know my name?"
who doesn't ?" -
Yes, l suppose so. But tina
all seems so artificial now"
THAT? What ?" He looked
down at her. He was walking will
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Following dispute involving the
failure of his last diplomatic trip
to the United States, Mexico's
foreign minister, Eduardo Suarez,
has resigned. He refused to ac7
cept blame for what he claimed
an impossible" mission in try
ing to smooth out differences over
tariffs and Mexican eXpropri-
alton Of American Gil properties
Central Press
Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-05-10

Having saved the life of Ellen Dale,
screen star, with a lucky parachute
fuel in a terrific storm, Bill Baron and
his lone passenger finally arrive at a
ranch house across the Mexican border,
unframed but fatigued.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY:
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Lucien Hubbard and May Robson
May Robson, grand old lady, Of
the screen, celebrated her 74th
birthday by working as usual
Miss Robson is shown with Pro.
Queer Lucien Hubbard at a birth.
day party in Hollywood.
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DR.. Eduardo Santos, 80, lawyer and
editor, was chosen President of Co.
lombia without opposition in the
general election. AS a League Of
Nations delegate in 1888, he OBJ
tanned THE intervention of the
League in Colombia's controversy
with Peru over the Amazon Port
of Leticia.
central Press)
Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1938-07-01
~
from the
Democrats Pen

Well, Sir, the GLORIOUS Fourth VIII
be here next Monday, and all the cal
endars mark it with a red Inquire
means blood, maybe. And l suspect
there will be some spilled on that day.
There was lots of it shed subsequent
to the day when the continentals put
their John Hancocks to that document
of Liberty-The Declaration OF lnde-
pendence.
Blest if 1 don't believe this country
needs another Declaration OF Liberty.
If we don't get it, some of US are go
ing to forget just what the word
means; and there is imminent danger
of it's passing out of our language
forever. We're going to be govern
ment-owned, if something doesn't
happen. We won't know, soon, wheth-
er to step out our front door on the
right foot, or on the left. Well be
told, in short time, how long time
to consume in eating our meals, and
lust what we may be allowed to spend
for our tables. Well be taxed if we
sneeze or cough more than so many
times in a given period, at govern
ment-fixed rate per sneeze. Well be
told to get out of business if we can't
run it according to Hoyle-you know
who that is-and let somebody run it
who can run. Then you curl up and
die.
How-some-ever, those are dreary
old thoughts to consider in connection
with a celebration of the Nations day,
but this is a dreary old day-rainy,
maybe you remember Tuesday of this
week. Farmers in a dump; bad on
digging potatoes and harvesting
wheat. And, I tell you, when the
farmers get into the jeeby-jeebies,
they give 'em to everybody near e.
nough to contact.
Well, / wonder where you-all goin'
to spend your holidays. I thought
Mayor Byrd might re-paitt the
bradshaw, (reckon it needed it after
a recent trip and take us all down
to see the Canal they're diggin' down
to the mouth of the River. I could
look at it again.
But, I'd like to whisper something
in his ear: Just because he provided
a ship to take some of US on sail,
I don't think it is necessary to adopt
the naval" test so many had to un-
dergo last Sunday week. Just so long
as the Captain, the Engineer, a deck
hand, and a dispenser of refresh
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