The Lampasas Daily Leader. (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 8, No. 2169, Ed. 1 Tuesday, March 7, 1911 Page: 2 of 4
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GAVE IB 16 SONS
Aged Mother Will Soon Be 111
Years Old.
Mrs. Brandon, Who Has Been Honored
by Uncle Sam and Her Native
State, Still Does Own House-
work.
Moundsville, W. Va.—Mrs. Sarah
Brandon of Moundsville, whose pic-
ture the government placed in the Na-
tional gallery at Washington, in rec-
ognition of the fact that she gave
more sons to the Civil war than any
other woman of her country, will
soon be one hundred and eleven years
old. She was the mother of 23 chil-
dren, all boys but one. Sixteen of the
boys served in the war, 14 with the
Union and two with the Confederacy.
Her native state of Ohio also honored
her by placing her likeness on the
wall of the' State gallery at Colum-
bus.
Mrs. Brandon is hale and hearty.
She does all her own housework and
cultivates a small garden patch in
the rear of her home. She smokes a
pipe constantly, favoring only the
strongest tobacco. Without the pipe,
she says she grows nervous and lone-
some.
The little house in which she re-
sides snuggles against a hill within
a few yards of the city limits of the
Ohio River town, and every week
Mrs. Brandon can be seen wending her
■way to the city for supplies for her
Sunday dinner.
She has but one deformity. A hun-
dred years ago, while playing with
her brother, the lad accidentally shot
an arrow from his miniature bow at
her, the dart piercing her right eye,
destroying the sight.
Fifteen of her sons are living. The
oldest is Hiram Brandon of Bellaire,
Ohio, eighty-nine years old, who works
every day at a hot furnace in a steel
mill and boasts that he was never
sick a day in his life. Her youngest
son, Evan Brandon, of Moundsville, is
seventy years old, and digs coal. He
carries scars from bullet and saber
wounds received while fighting for the
Mrs. Sarah Brandon.
Union in the Civil war. All the chil-
dren of Mrs. Brandon became parents
of large families, the oldest and
youngest each having nine children.
Before her marriage Mrs. Brandon
was Miss Sarah Barker. She was
1)0™ in Belmont county, Ohio, her fa-
ther being a pioneer of that section.
She can recall events during the
Mexican war, and skirmishes which
her father and neighbors participated
in against roving and unsettled bands
of Indians. At the age of fifteen she
Was married to Ebenezer Brandon, be-
ing his second wife.
The Old and the New.
1 Omaha, Neb.—Observed of all ob-
servers recently were two Indian
women from the Winnebago reserva-
tion, 60 miles north of Omaha, who
had come to the city. One woman
wore the typical red blanket, a shawl
over her head, and had a papoose
strapped in a basket on her back.
The other Indian woman, about the
same age, wore a fashionable foulard
gown, a sealskin jacket costing not
less than $500, a chantecler hat and
in a perambulator wheeled a baby
dressed in silks and satins. As the
two women went through the retail
district they gazed into the store and
shop windows wif.h as much interest
as any of their white sisters.
Might Have Been Different.
A New Jersey justice has decided
that it Is not a crime to steal an um-
brella on a rainy day. Of course it
iwas not his umbrella.
Activity of the Blood.
The blood thrown out by the heart
(travels seven miles an hour, or 4,292,-
i000 miles in a lifetime of 70 years.
CLOCK CAME FROM LONDON
For at Least 200 Years This Old
Timepiece Has Ticked the
Hours Away.
Boston.—One of the articles which
came from the estate of the late
George Parkman of 30 Beacon street,
whose munificent bequest to the city
of Boston will keep the name of Park-
man in remembrance for generations
to come, is the old family clock,
which has been ticking the hours
away for at least 200 years.
Inside the case are the words,
“Made by John Eagle, London.”
Eagle was a clockmaker in the last
part of the 17th and the early part of
the 18 th century. He was admitted to
the “clockmakers’ company” of Lon-
don in 1690, and there are "pictures of
his clocks of the date of 1700 in some
of the standard works upon this par-
ticular branch of the mechanic’s art.
But there is little or no history of
this Parkman household relic. Sam-
Parkman Family Clock.
uel Parkman, the grandfather dt the
late George Parkman, was a Boston
merchant, living at 5 Bowdoin street,
who died in 1824, and he left houses
and lands, stocks and bonds and
notes of hand of a sufficient amount
to give each one of his eight children
what must have been regarded at that
time as a fortune.
Among these eight children was
Mrs. Robert G. Shaw, who was the
grandmother of Col. R. G. Shaw of
the 54th Massachusetts regiment, of
George William Curtis, the author and
orator, and the ancestor of many oth-
er descendants who have married and
intermarried with some of Boston’s
most prominent families. There were
also Rev. Francis Parkman, who was
the father of the historian of the same
name, and Dr. George Parkman.
George Parkman, from whose estate
comes Boston’s $5,000,000 fund for the
benefit of the peoplejrtvas the son of
Dr. George PMkram,
me grandfather, Samuel
"Parkman, nor the father, Dr. George
Parkman, in their respective wills, left
any public bequests. The will of Dr.
George Parkman, indeed, especially
provided against the submission of
any inventory to the probate court,
and everything, with as little publicity
as the requirements of the law permit-
ted, was devised to the widow and the
two children. Therefore the amount
of the wealth of Dr. Parkman at the
time of his death in 1849 was never
publicly known. And it is this con-
cealed fortune of 60 years ago which
is now unloaded into the lap of the
city.
When Liberty Is Restricted.
Washington.—-Russia and China for-
bid the dwellers to change their hab-
itation. In China persons are allowed
to live and do business in only speci-
fied districts and cities. In Russia
Japs are allowed to live in only 15 of
the western provinces. Kief forbids
Jews making their home there. Their
persistence in doing so has been at-
tended by several massacres.
Commerce In the Orient.
Washington.—China and Turkey
will be the greatest fields for com-
mercial and industrial enterprise in
all the world for the next half cen-
tury. Both countries require practic-
ally everything that goes to make up
the needs of modern civilizatin. Both
countries are awakening to a period
of prosperity that is to be shared and
directed by foreigners, and both offer
opportunities and inducements for
men of capital, business experience
and technical training that have never
occurred before and cannot possibly
occur again.
Took 25 Years to Find Kokomo.
Kokomo, Ind.—A letter mailed from
Telluride, Col., 25 years ago, written
by Richard Hucheon, dead now a year,
to F. A. Armstrong, a former Kokomo
man who has been dead seven years,
was delivered In Kokomo recently.
Floor Slabs of Cork.
Cork floor slabs, compressed from
an original thickness of 14 inches to
less than one-half inch, are being tried
on one of the new steel dining cars of
a railroad.
Nettr Neura
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Beecher and the Phrenologist
How a Strolling Bump-Reader Exam-
ined the Great Pulpit Orator's
Head and Told the Truth
His Abilities.
While Henry Ward Beecher was all
his life In most vigorous health, both
mental and physical, never suffering
serious illness until the mortal attack,
he was nevertheless a yearly victim
of hay fever. He found his only re-
lief from hay fever In a sojourn in
the White Mountains, and he was ac-
customed to leave his farm, near
Peekskill, N. Y., in mid-July and to re-
main in New Hampshire until the
frost. He was utterly democratic in
his manner and unconventional in his
dress, so that anyone who did not
know him would be likely to judge
that he was a farmer who had saved
a little money and was spending a
portion of it in a summer vacation at
a White mountain hotel. Many farm-
ers at that time were accustomed to
do this.
One summer morning In the laid
seventies Beecher sat upon the piazza
of his hotel, reeading a newspaper.
Upon his head was his blaok felt hat,
the brim of which was so broad that
it flapped in the breeze. He wore an
old-fashioned turn-down collar, with a
sort of black string for a necktie. His
trousers were baggy, as usual. A few
of his friends sat near him, chatting,
when suddenly there appeared around
the comer of the piazza a quaint and
curious specimen of humanity. He
was a large-eyed, long-haired man,
with the beard of a prophet In one
hand he carried a satchel and In the
other what appeared to be a chart or
a map rolled up.
"I’m a phrenologist,” he said by
way of introduction to the little group
that sat opposite Beecher. “I can
tell by feeling what kind of brain a
man has.”
“Well,” spoke up one of the party,
assuming a cautious manner and al-
most whispering, "I’ll give you a dol-
lar if you’ll examine the bumps on
that old farmer’s head”—motioning
toward Beecher—"and if we find that
you hit It pretty nearly straight, why,
then, some of us may have our heads
examined.”
The phrenologist approached Mr.
Beecher. "The gentlemen want me to
examine your head,” he explained. "I
am a phrenologist. I can tell you
more than you know about yourself.”
Beecher at once suspecting that his
friends were- intent upon playing a
Joke, solemnly took off his hat. The
phrenologist began to fumble through
the masses of silver-gray hair. Sud-
denly he stopped and stepped back in
astonishment
“You shouldn’t be a farmer,” he ex-
claimed, excitedly. “Why, you can
talk like a steam engine. You’ve got
the biggest development of language
that I have ever met with. And you’re
full of wit and humor. You can talk
so as to make people cry, or to make
them laugh. Where’s your farm?”
“My farm is at Peekskill, N. Y.,
said Mr. Beecher.
"I thought it wasn’t around here;
your head is not like a New Hamp-
shire farmer's. Do you make your
farm pay?”
“I have never been able to make it
pay. It costs me every year more
than I get out of it,” Beecher replied,
truthfully.
"Of course! Why, If you’d taken to
talking—public speaking—you could
have earned money enough to run a
farm, and get plenty of money out of
it besides, no matter what it cost.
You’ve made a mistake. Your teach-
ers ought to have told you that you
would make a public speaker.”
Beecher did not wince. He asked
the phrenologist if it was too late
to begin speaking, and for reply was
told: “It’s never too late to begin.”
Then the phrenologist walked over to
the little group. “That’s the first
farmer whose head I ever examined
who could have been a speaker,” he
said. “That man could talk like a
steam engine.’
“£>o you know who that farmer is?”
asked one of the party. “That Is Hen-
ry Ward Beecher.”
For a moment the phrenologist
stood looking in dumb amazement at
the speaker. Then he. dropped his
satchel and chart on the porch and
fairly leaped in front of Mr. Beecher.
“So you’re Henry Ward Beecher,”
he shrilled. “To think I’ve examined
your head and told the truth about
you! Well, now, you’ll believe there’s
something in phrenology.” And look-
ing long and wonderingly at the great
pulpit orator, the Itinerant phrenol-
ogist at last gathered up his satchel
and chart and disappeared as quietly
and mysteriously as he had come.
(Copyright, 1910, by E. J. Edwards. All
Rights Reserved.)
Saw Treatment in a Dream (
Dr. M. O. Terry While Asleep Re*'
ceived Instructions That Develop-
ed into His Oil Cure of Many
Kinds of Enteric Diseases.
A well-known encyclopedic authori-
ty states that the name of James
Marion Sims “deserves a place as an
inventive genius among the great
surgeons of the world.” It was Sims
who, about the middle of the last cen-
tury,. substituted silver wire for silk
and other sutures, first making this
daring experiment In a peculiar and
hitherto incurable disease, and then
extending the use of metallic sutures
to general surgery.
For some time he had been making
a study of the hitherto incurable mal-
ady. He knew that the common silk
suture would be eaten away by acids
before the wound made by an opera-
tion could heal; it was this fact that
made the disease incurable. He was
puzzling over this apparently Insur-
mountable obstacle one day when he
walking about the streets of Mont-
gomery, Ala., where he made his
great experiment, when he saw a
hairpan of the common black wire
variety lying upon the sidewalk. In-
stantly, an idea flashed into his mind.
He picked up the hairpin, took it to a
silversmith, and asked the latter if he
could draw a silver dollar into a wire
much finer than the hairpin. When
informed that this could be done,
Aristocrat and the Ex-Slave
Peculiar Intimacy That Existed Be-
tween Blanche K. Bruce and L. Q.
C. Lamar From the Time That
Both Were Elected Senators.
In 1875 Blanche K. Bruce, born in
slavery, and the first negro to sit in
the United States senate, was made a
member of that body by the Missis-
sippi legislature. Two years later that
state named as its other senatorial
representative L. Q. O. Lamar, who
had drafted the ordinance of seces-
sion adopted by Mississippi, led his
regiment at Yorktown and Williams-
burg, and otherwise labored assid-
uously in behalf of the Confederacy.
In color, in antecedents, in training,
in politics, the ex-slave and the man
who was destined to win a seat on the
United States Supreme court, were as
far apart as the poles; yet shortly
after Mr. Lamar had become senator
it was noticed with more or less aston-
ishment in various quarters that he
and the senior senator from Missis-
sippi were on the most friendly terms.
There are old residents in Washing-
ton who doubtless can easily- recall
how Senator Lamar and Senator
Bruce used to walk arm in arm about
the residential streets of the capital
city and through its parks and
squares. Seemingly, it never occur-
red to the white man that the com-
panion of his outings was of another
race, that his early life had been
spent In bondage. And when Senator
Bruce retired from the senate and be
came registrar of the treasury in
1881, the intimacy between him and
Senator Lamar continued, their
walks about Washington being ample
outward evidence of their friendship.
Together, during all the period that
both men were in the senate, they
would visit the postofflce deDartment
relative to appointments. Whenever
it became necessary for him to go to
the department, Senator Lamar would
courteously ask his negro colleague to
accompany him, and more than once
they were seen making their way
there arm in arm, as though they were
old cronies. And it was noticed that
the advances Invariably came from
Senator Lamar; that Senator Bruce
did not presume upon the official re-
lations that existed between him and
Senator Lamar to force his personal
attentions upon the latter.
At the beginning of Grover Cleve-
land's first term as president Senator
Lamar became secretary of the inte-
rior. Not long thereafter he sent
word to Senator Bruce, then getting
ready to retire as registrar of the
treasury, that he would like to see
him. A little later the secretary was
receiving the registrar as he would an
old friend, and confessing to him that
he doubted whether he was as well
equipped for an executive office as he
was for a judicial or legislative post.
“But,” he said, "I am going to make
as good a secretary of the interior as
I am able.” Then he brought up a
personal matter.
“Senator,” he asked, “how many ap-
pointees of yours are there in this de-
partment?”
“Well,” replied Bruce, "I can’t tell
off-hand, but possibly there is a larger
number here than I should have asked
for.”
“Do you think so, Senator?” queried
Secretary Lamar. “Well, I have sent
for you simply to say this: Not one
of your appointees in this department
shall be touched. You can tell them
all that they need feel no anxiety;
they shall stay here as long as I am
secretary of the interior.”
(Copyright, 1910, by E. J. Edwards. All
Rights Reserved.)
Sims gave instructions for a dollar
to be drawn into a wire that had the
thinness of a coarse thread; and with
this thread of silver he was able to
complete successfully his difficult op-
eration, thereby banishing a hitherto
incurable disease, and establishing a
new era in American surgery.
In an equally extraordinary manner
came the first hint to its originator of
what has come to be known in the
medical world as the oil treatment in
enteric cases, which include appendi-
citis and typhoid. By originating this
treatment Dr. M. O. Terry gained
worid-wide notoriety. Yet until now
it has never been published how he
got the germ of the idea that caused
him to promulgate his famous treat-
ment.
“It was a curious experience; verg-
ing on the weird, almost, that first led
me to the study of medical sufficiency
of oil in the treatment of many kinds
of enteric diseases, especially ap-
pendicitis,” said Dr. Terry.
"I was very fond of olives—and am
yet—and it was my custom after a
day spent in the hospitals and in fol-
lowing my private practise, to eat a
handful of olives, with a few crack-
ers on the side, before going to bed.
Frequently, I was careless and left
the bottle of olives uncorked, so that
when I went again to it I usually
found the contents Incrusted with a
sort of scum, and the olives them-
selves turned sour.
“Well, one night, after a hard day’s
work, including two very difficult op-
erations, I fell into a sound sleep.
And a dream came to me. It was as
vivid as though I were awake. And
in it I was told that if, after opening
a bottle of olives, I would pour upon
the water in which the olives were
packed in the bottle enough oil com-
pletely to cover the water, I would
have no further difficulty about my
olives souring.
“Furthermore, I was told the philo-
sophy of this. ‘If you pour oil into
the bottle,’ it was said to me in the
dream, ‘it will float upon the top of
the water, It will make an absolutely
Impervious coating. No germs from
the air can penetrate it. It will
smother all germs, for that Is the
quality of oil. Therefore, your olives
will be protected.’
"I awoke, and reached out to my.
night table, which always stood by
my bed, and made a brief note In my
note book. Then I went to sleep again.
"In the morning I discovered the
note upon my table, and I said: ‘To-
night I will make the experiment.’ I
did so, and found that what had been<
said to me In the dream was true.
The olives were perfectly protected1
from all germs.
"Now, that set me thinking. I rea-
soned that if oil were taken into di-
gestive organs, it would thoroughly
insulate them—prevent attacks upon
them by bacteria; or, if attack had.
been made, it would smother the
forces of illness. I soon had an op-
portunity to make a test of my newly
formed theory, in the case of a child1
who was dangerously ill, and, to my
gratification, I found it worked per-
fectly. Then I developed the theory
to extend it to typhoid fever, and es-
pecially to appendicitis; and it isi
through my advocacy of the oil treat-
ment in the cases of appendicitis that
have not yet reached the acute stage,
with pus formed—when the knife is!
the only remedy—that I have gained|
professional advocates and opponents
pretty much over the civilized world.”
(Copyright, 1910, by E. J. Edwards. A1?
Rights Reserved.)
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Vernor, J. E. The Lampasas Daily Leader. (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 8, No. 2169, Ed. 1 Tuesday, March 7, 1911, newspaper, March 7, 1911; Lampasas, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth910484/m1/2/?q=Lamar+University: accessed June 4, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Lampasas Public Library.