The Pearsall Leader (Pearsall, Tex.), Vol. 15, No. 7, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 20, 1909 Page: 4 of 8
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aches carried out of
the other day a state-
Col. W. M. Palmer, in
enrolled bills of the sen-'
ig the marked Increase in
m acts passed by congress
ast few years. The Fifty-
ss, he declares, passed
*; the Fifty-seventh, 2,-
eightb, 4,041; the Fifty-
and the Sixtieth, 9,711.
. it will be seen, the num-
enacted increased more
cent., whereas prior to
cording to the same au-
number of measures en-
aw varied little from con-
gress. There is no data
which the merits and de-
nis deluge of new legists-
s justly measured. Many
i s, without doubt, were
private legislation,” which
u enormously of late
o pension claimants inel-
the general laws, and the
t is fairly plain that no
of legislation could have
ighlv studied or digested
bers of either house prior
■nent, and that much of it,
nson, was probably mere-
: a good deal positively
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Illustrations eor T.D.Mtlvmjl
SYNOPSIS.
least of the benefit* derived
iral mail by any means is
ability it creates for the
? of good roads in corn-
ual desire the service. At
o. the government revoked
jute because the people
keep the roads along the
od repair. It is not possible
are many communities in
~ here the people would part
rural mail service rather
lit the enterprise necessary
he roads accessible for the
■t. If it is understood that
be no mail service where
are not maintained, as the
it’s policy at Atlanta ap-
ndicate, then hail to the
carrier as the advance
etter roads and conpequent-
• day!—Exchange.
ation fas now suggested as a
typhoid, and some experi-
o that end have answered sat-
But the proposition for a
a inoculation of school chil-
pboid threatens a community
ather premature, especially aa
nary vaccination system has
ended with some terrible mis-
the way of dangerous virus,
g not the outcry these days
•re used to be over new meth-
estigated by medical science,
•e is even greater need of care
dence in applying apparently
’ul experimentation.
i« announced that the package
.steamers running in the lake
> in connection with railroad lines
*:art two weeks earlier than they
ast season. This is evidence that
aess in general is picking up rap-
as the liners would not start
-e not freight conditions pressing,
a short time iron movement will
; n anew, and then there will be no
onnage during the months in
;ch vessel property is usually ac-
&
The strike of 4.000 Canadian coal
ers, reported from Winnipeg, is a
n.ore serious development than that
of the 400 anthracite miners at Pitts-
ton, who have laid down their picks
and retired to the surface; but it is of
no more importance to coal consum-
ers in the United States thin the lit-
tie Pennsylvania blunder, because
western Canada coal is not burned on
tuis side of the boundary line, to any
large extent.
Dr. Ferrero, the Italian historian
now lecturing at Lowell Institute in
Boston, says the odes of Horace were
not written as a striving for literary
merit or to express thoughts that de-
manded utterance, but to promote the
wine industry in which he was inter-
ested. In other words, he was a wine
agent, a sort of predecessor of Harry
Lehr. Did you ever?
It is well, wise and commendable to
seek to spread intelligence in savage
lands, but there are still men and
women in the crowded centers of civ-
ilization who look for gas leaks with
a match. It is not at all pertinent to
the deterrent philosophy of the case
that the seekers generally find the
leaks.
The American flag has been hauled
dowa in Cuba. And never was it low-
ered with more credit to itself or in a
better cause. It is going away as a
friend from a new nation over which
it might have still waved as a con-
quered province.
"Uncle Tom s Cabin” isn't the play
it used to be. The actors who take
the parts of the cakes of ice do not
seem to put the same enthusiasm into
their work that characterised their
predecessors of a generation past.
Mr. Solomon Pratt began comical nar-
ration of story. Introducing well-to-do
Nathan Scudder of his town, and Edward
Van Brunt and Martin Hartley, two rich
New Yorkers seeking rest. Because of
latter pair’s lavish expenditure of money,
Pratt’s first impression was connected
with lunatics. Van Brunt, It was learned,
was the successful suitor for the hand
of Miss Agnes Page, who gave Hartley
up. Adventure at Fourth of July cele-
bration at Eastwich. Hartley rescued a
boy, known as “Reddy,” from under a
horse’s feet and the urchin proved to be
one of Miss Page’s charges, whom sne
had taken to the country for an outing.
Out sailing later, Van Brunt, Prattand
Hopper were wrecked In a squall. Pratt
landed safely and a search for the other
two revealed an Island upon which they
were found. Van Brunt rented It from
Scudder and called It Ozone island. In
charge of a company of New York poor
children Miss Talford and MUs Page vis-
ited Ozone island. In another storm Van
Brunt and Hartley narrowly escaped be-
ing wrecked, having aboard chickens,
pigs, etc., with which they were to start
a farm. Eureka Sparrow, a country girl,
was engaged as a cook and Van Brunt
and Hartley paid a visit to her father,
who for years had been claiming con-
sumption as an excuse for not working.
Upon another island visit by Miss Page,
Eureka diagnosed Hartley’s case as one
of love for Agnes. At a lawn fete. Van
Brunt shocked the church community by
raffling a quilt for the church's benefit.
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Page, for whom the “sick man” sent.
Agnes then appealed to Van Brunt. Spar-
row to escape the treatment proclaimed
himself well and went to work.
CHAPTER XVI.-^Continued.
Along about noon the tool-shed—the
late lamented Washy’s boarding house
—blew down with a bang. Then the
Dora Bassett broke loose from her
moorings and drove into the cove head
first. She was bound to bang herself
to flinders unless somebody got to her
quick, so out I went Into the storm.
1 did think maybe the Heavenlies
would offer to turn to and help, but
they was pitching half dollars at a
crack in the floor and was too busy to
think of anything else.
I had a sweet time plowing through
the sand against that wind and rain,
and when I got to the cove my job
was cut out for me. The sloop was
hard and fast aground on the flat and
the tide was coming in. She couldn’t
stay where she was, ao I worked for
two hours up to my waist in ice water,
and more a-pouring on to me from the
ouds, getting her off and made fast,
he Twins did help me kmg towards
the last part of it. That is to say,
they set in *h upstairs bach window
and pounded on the tfa*s and made
signs—superintending, as usual. I
wish they could have heard some of
the language I hove back at ’em.
Then they’d have realized how grate-
ful I was.
I got supper without changing my
wet clothes, and when I woke up next
morning I decided without no argu-
ment that something else had hap-
pened. I was took with the galloping
rbeumatiz — my old trouble — and
couldn’t move, scarcely, without
howling same as a dog with his tail
shut in a door. The fire was out—the
old chimney had unloaded half of its
top rigging in td the wind—the storm
was bad as ever, and there I was laid
up on the corn-husks. The Heavenlies
was worried. Breakfast was some-
wheres ’round the next corner.
“Too bad, old man,” say* Hartley.
“What can we do?”
“Do?” I answers, between yells. “I
don’t care what you do. Only don’t
bother me. Ow! O-o-o-o! my shoul-
der!”
“But what’ll we do for eatables?”
ask Van Brunt.
1 liked them fellers first rate and
they knew it But now they made me
mad. »
“Do?” says I. "Do? Why, scratch
for your living, same’s I’ve had to do
all my days! Work, consarn you!
work!”
I said considerable many other
things. 'Twas a sort, of Jerky talk—I
had to stop every minute to attend to
my shoulder—but there was meat in it.
They heard some plain truth that noth-
ing but rheumatiz could have fetched
out of me. 1 didn’t skip nothing—
leastways I tried not to. I hope it
done ’em good; it seemed to help me a
heap.
They went to work, but they was
way down in the primer class so far as
that branch of learning was concerned.
I could hear things falling around In
the kitchen and a million matches,
more or less, a-scratching, and 1 judged
that Hartley was trying to build a
fire. And under my window there was
the dickens of a thumping and a moat
astonishing number of cuss words, so
I gathered that Van was chopping
wood. •
I managed to hobble downstairs
about half past ten, but I was in plenty
of time for breakfast. I was feeling
too mean t© have any appetite—which
was a mercy, and I’m thankful for it.
We had smoked mush, Wall street
style, and fried eggs with cinders, and
one cup of coffee for three. But that
cup waa strong enough—owing to
Hartley’s letting it bile for two hours
—so nobody wanted any more.
The Twins was pretty well wore out
by this time, so neither of them would
wash dishes. They chucked ’em into
the kitchen sink and left them there.
Then they put in three or four hours
looaing out of the window and swear
lng at the weather. I stayed in the
armchair by the fireplace and did lit-
tle or nothing but groan and rub alco-
hol on my lame shoulder. ’Twa’n*
joyful kind of experience, but 'ti
the first real daytime rest I’d hid
since I got Naturalized. And, I own
up, I got a good deal of comfort watch*
ing the Heavenlies try to do for them-
selves. ' ’ fa
Mind you, if the thing had happeaed
when they first lit on Horsefoot
when they was full of simplicity
the love of it, I cal’late they’d
stood it better. But now they
about sick of the Island anyway, o§ly
one was afraid to say so and t’othrt,
dassent. So the more the work piled
up the uglier they goti
Dinner waa served at four o’
scorched eggs again, and coffee,
dish-washing. ’Twas storming
as ever and the draft kept
the stove and fireplace roaring,
more wood had to be chopped.
"Martin,” aays Van Brunt, "go
and cut that wood, will you? The
is by the woodpile—that is to say,
there if this blessed cyclone
blown it out to sea."
Hartley was poking at the
with his face and clothes all co
with ashes.
§
“Let it go,” says Van. Hurtle;
didn’t speak.
“Now see here,”* I says, decided.
“I’ve got the rheumatiz and I don’t
want to get any more cold. You fel
lers have pretended to think some-
thing of me. If you don’t want my re-
mains on your hands, and a funeral tc
pay for, you’ll chop that wood.”
Martin got down from the window
seat, moving stiff and lame.
“You’re right, Sol,” says he. “We
are ungrateful beasts. I’ll chop that
wood.”
"Hold on, old man,” breaks in bis
chum. “You sha’n’t be the only game
sport. TO match you for the job.”
So they matched cents and Van
Brunt got stuck. He yanked on his
hat and coat and went out, banging
the door. Hartley tackled the cook-
stove again. ’Twas time to be thinking
of supper, if we was going to have
any.
Van waa gone a long time and he
come in soaked with sweat and rain
and broke up generally. The wood
looked like it had been chewed. I
cal’late they don’t do much chopping
ini the Street.
He slatted himself into a chair,
wet clothes and all. Then he com-
menced to cuss the island and every-
thing that gtew or moved on it.
“What we ever came to this lone-
some fag end of creation for, any-
way,” says he, “is—”
“What?” I hollers. "I don’t under
stand you. You can’t mean—what
place are you talking about?”
“This place. This sgnd-scoured,
blown out heap of desolation. Ozone
Horsefoot Bar island, or whatever you
call it1
“Well!” says I. “Are yon crazy?
[• .Mr. Van Brunt, I’ve heard you your-
self say that this island was all that’s
“Cut it yourself,” says he, brisk- lovely.”
Wvt <$0l^ttiut up!” be snaps.
“Jolliest old ark you ever saw,” I
went on, quoting from memory. " 'Air
to breathe, veranda to set on, ozone
"You’re doing nothing.”
*T cut it before,” snaps his
“Think I’m a steam engine?”
He grabbed up the day-afore-y
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“The Natural Life Be D—d,” Bays Edward Van Brunt.
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day’s newspaper and went to reading.
Hartley poked at the stove a spell and
then went to the closet and got a
cigar. Van looked up and saw him.
"Hand me one of those,” says he,
motioning towards the cigar.
“There- isn’t any more. Thla was
the last one in the box.”
“The devil it is! 'And you take it?
Well, by George!” —— ;t
“Now, see here. I saw iron take
four this forenoon, and this is oiily my
second. Don’t be a prize pig.” '
The stove ashes got into his mouth
and nose just then, so he had a fit of
sneezing. When ’twas over he slammed
the poker into the corner and went to
the window.
"Where’s that Ityot Scudder?” he
asks.
"You ipean Nature's Nobleman?”
says I, smooth and calm. “Oh, he
won’t show up for a day or so. Sea’s
too high to risk his dory. Dories
cost money.”
Van sat up straight. “You’re bluff-
ing, aren’t you, skipper?” he asks,
troubled. “It isn’t possible that that
rascal will stay at home and not come
near us.”
"Rascal?” says I. "Rascal? Oh!
yes, yes. No, the ‘rough diamond’
won’t trust himself afloat this weather.
He’s too expensive a jewel for that.
We’ll have to do without milk.”
“Milk be banged! It’s my mall I
want. Why, I’m expecting—”
He bit the sentence in two and
looked quick at his ^partner. But
Hartley was scowling and staring out
of the window. I guess he hadn’t
heard. x
"That fireplace needs filling,” says
I, after while. “It’ll be mighty damp
and chilly here if the fire goes out.”
"Why don’t you chop that wood.
Van?” asks Hartley, kind of fretful.
"Chop it yourself. My hands are
blistered enough already.”
“No more than mine. That con-
founded stove has fixed me. Where
I’m not burned I’m scraped raw.” _
Then there was another spell of
saying nothing.
“Fire’s most gone,” I suggests, by
and by.
by the keg. Man alive, it’s Para-
dise!’”
Hfe ripped out an order for me to go
somewheres as far away from Para-
dise as a feller could think of.
Supper was ready by seven. All
we bad to eat was a hunk of dry corn-
bread and two eggs. Oh, yes! and the
tea. Hartley biled some tea that was
a kind of herb mush. Strong and
thick enough for a stick to stand up
straight in. And there wa’n’t clean
dishes to go around, so some of ’em
had to be washed.
1 was having a fairly good time.
Wood must be chopped again and they
matched cents. Blessed if Van didn't
get the abort end, as usual. His talk
was pretty nigh pitiful. It would
have brought tears to a mule’s eyes;
I know it did to mine. The sight oi
Martin’s upaetting the tea-kettle and
getting next door to scalded waa the
only thing that comforted him.
He got a letter out of his pocket and
went to reading it. The envelope
dropped on the floor. It had printing
on one corner and Hartley happened
to glance at it. Then he tiptoed up
behind his chum and peeked over his
shoulder.
“Ed Van Brunt!” he sings out.
“What’s that you’ve got there?”
T'other Twin jumped and looked
scared. He stuffed the letter back into
hla pocket.
“It'a nothing,” says he, stuttering.
“Nothing hut an old letter.”
“It’s a broker’s letter,” aays Hartley.
“You villain, you’ve been speculat-
ing!”
First off, Van Brunt was for denying
everything. But ’twas no use. His
chum had read the letter.
“You’ve been trading in stocks,” he
says, solemn. “You, that have sworn
over and over again never to touch the
market! You!”
Tm mighty sorry, Martin,” begs
Van. “It was a miserable cheap thing
to do. I don’t know what you must
think of me, old man. But, yon see, it
got so deadly dull here, and when 1
saw the Port that day, it said that Tea
Lead was a good purchase. 1 wrote
Smythe and he—”
“Tea Lead?” breaks in Hartley.
‘Have you been buying Tea Lead?”
"Yes I have. I’m carry a pretty good
load of tt, too, worse luck. Scudder
has been bringing my letters and tele-
grams, and now that he doesn’t come,
why—”
“Wait a minute! Has Scudder been
looking out for your wires and or-
ders?”
“Yes, he has. Oh, I’ve played you
mean and low enough, Martin. Might
as well make a clean breast of it,
though it will probably smash our
friendship. I’ve paid Scudder three
dollars a.day to attend to things and,
say nothing to you. ,It’s—”
Hartley didn’t seem to hear nothing
but the last sentence. Now be in-
terrupted.
“Three dollars!” he says, low.
‘Three dollars! Why, the confounded
grafter’s been charging me five!”
And there it was! The cat out of
the bag and both Heavenly Twins
tarred with the same brush. That’s
what Nate’s secrets and the talks be-
hind the barn, and all, had meant.
Van Brunt had been bucking the Tea
Lead deal ever since he read the Post
that day, and Martin had begun after
his row with Agnes. And both of ’em
bribing Nate Scudder to keep bit
mouth shut
First they waa provoked and mad at
themselves and each other. Then they
got to laughing.
“WheV!” says Van, wiping his fore-
head; "you and.l came here to rest
and break off from business worry.
And I’ve worried more in the last
month than I have before since ray big
deal. It’s hard to teach old dogs new
tricks, isn’t it, Martin?”
“You’re dead right, old chap,” says
Hartley.
They waa going to turn in soon after
this, but when they went upstairs they
found the rain had leaked to through
the ell roof and their feather beds was
sopping wet. Down they come again,
mad clean tordugh and calling Maxcel-
lns* heirloom everything bat n nice
place.
“You’d better set down and rest
yourselves a spell,” says L “It’ll do
yqn good. I’m sorry I ain’t been able
to help you more to-day, but there’s
one thing I can do; I can help yon do
what you call ‘improve your minds.’
TO read you some out of that Natural
Life book. Hand it to me, will you?”
Van jumped for the book. But he
didn’t hand it to me. Not much! He
drew back his arm and banged that
book into the fireplace so hard- that I
thought ’twould knock the bricks oui
at the back. -.
“Well!” says I, my mouth opening
like a clam shell. “Well! The Natural
Life!”
“The Natural Life be d-d!” says
Edward Van Brunt,
r And Martin Hartley says “Amen.”
CHAPTER XV
r Acroee the Bay*
"Martin, says Van Brunt, “I guess
it’s the only safe way. TO go out on
the next train.” ••• *-■, V '
We was at the dinner table when
he said it ’Twas one o’clock of the
day after the Natural Life sermon
went np in smoke. The weather was
still pretty mean, the sky being all
clouded,over and the sea running
high. But it had stopped raining and
the gale seemed to be petering out. I
was a whole lot better and was able to
turn out and work.
I had my hands full that morning,
too. AH three of us was close to star-
vation, after 24 hours of short ra-
tions, and it took some time to get us
filled up. Then I had the pig and
hens to see to. The poor critters* lives
had been more Natural even than
ours—they hadn’t had nothing to eat
The pig was in particular trouble. The
rain had turned his pen into a sort of
lake and he was playing Robinson Cru-
soe on a'seaweed island in the middle
of it The way he grunted for joy
when I looked over the fence waa
human—yes, sir, human.
Scudder hove in sight about ten and
the Heavenlies fairly fell on his neck
when he stepped out of the dory. But
they warn’t so happy when he’d span
his yarn. It seemed that the gale had
blown down the telegraph poles and
tangled up tbe wires and no messages
conld get through either way, and
wa’n’t likely to for two or three day a
‘Twas that that upset the Twins.
The Tea Lead market might be tied
up in a knot, for what they knew, and
their “friends” in the Street might be
robbing ’em right and left I picked
up from their talk that now was the
most ticklish time, something about
“passing a dividend,” or the like of
that So that’s what they argued
about at tbe dinner table; and it was
decided that Van should go to New
York right off and pick up what might
be left after their chums and the rest
of the forty thieves had got through
shaking the contribution box.
“I’ll leave at once,” Van says; “and
be in town to-morrow morning. If all
goes well TO be back here next day.
Meanwhile, you, Martin, can be ar-
ranging matters with Scudder.”
He meant arranging for our quitting
Ozone island for good. They was as
anxious now to get out of “Paradise”
as they had been to move into it. If I
mentioned a word of Natural Life they
all but thr^w things at me.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
PROOF FOR TWO CENTS.
If You Suffer with Your Kidneys and
Back, Write to Thie Man.
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G. W. Winney, Medina, N. Y., in-
vites kidney sufferers to write to him.
To all who enclose
postage he will re-
ply, telling how
Doan’s Kidney Pills
cured him after ho
had doctored and
had been in two dtf*.
ferent hospitals for
eighteen months,
suffering intense
pain In the back,
lameness, twinges
when stooping or
lifting, languor, dizzy spells and rheu-
matism. “Before I used Doan’s Kid-
ney Pills,” saya Mr. Winney, ‘1
weighed 143. After taking 10 or 12
boxes 1 weighed 162 and was com-
pletely cured.”
Sold by all dealers. 56 cents a box.
Foater-Milbum Co„ Buffalo,. N. Y.
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COUNTRY 111 MOVEMENT.
Meeting of National Association for
Study and Prevention of Tuberculo-
sis Will Be Largely Attended. ‘
The fifth annual meeting of tbe Na-
tional Association for the Study and
Prevention of Tuberculosis will be
held in Washington, D. C., at the New
Willard hotel, on May 13, 14 and 15.
Owing to the present interest in the
campaign against tuberculosis, the
meeting will be of unusual interest
and importance. The membership of
the national association now numbers
nearly 2,000, and is distributed to al-
most every, state to the United States,
The national association has also a
considerable membership in Canada,
Cuba, Porto Rico, Philippine islands,
and in several of the European
tries. Ex-President
Dr. William Osier am
presidents of the national association.
Dr. Vincent Y. Bowditch of Boston to
the president; Mr. Homer Polka of
New York city, sad Dr. Charles L.
Minor of Asheville, N. C., are. the vice-
presidents; Gen. George M. Sternberg
of Washington, D. C., is treasurer; Dr.
Henry Barton Jacobs of Baltimore, to
secretary, and Dr. Livingston Farraad
of New York is the executive secre*
tary of toe association.
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of you!”
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Rather Tedious.
Caller—Do you think the doctor is
going to help you, Mr. Jones?”
Jones—He may, if I can only follow
hia orders. He told me to drink hot
water 30 minutes before every meal,
but it is hard work to drink hot
water for 30 minutes.”
Shortest European People.
Laplanders are the shortest people
In Europe, the men
feat 11 inches, ths w<
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Making Himself Solid.
“Step this way, ladies land „ gentle-
men,” exclaimed the lecturer in too
dime museum, “and gaze upon one of
the greatest wonders known to modem
science—the ossized man, a human be-
ing, perfectly normal in every other re-
spect, but who has truned to atone.”’
“How did he get tost way?” came a
vplce from the awe-stricken throng.
“Love,” replied the lecturer, low-
ering his voice, confidentially; “love
did it. He fell in love with a beau-
tiful Vnaiden, tried to make himself
solid, and overdid ilL We will now
pass on to the—”
Hew Father Looked.
Mr. Blakeslee was putting himself in
readiness, clotheswise, to attfend an aft-
ernoon tea with his wife, when hia
small daughter appeared on toe scene.
Aa he slipped into his frock cos* tbe
child looked up and said: ^Father, c*.
you know, when you wear that coat
you look just like a minister?”
Then, noticing the hatbox on the
stand near by, she added: “And when
you put on that hat that goes with it,
you look just like a hack driver.”—De-
lineator.
FOOD FACTS
What an M. D. Learned. N ‘
A prominent Georgia physician went
through a food experience which he
makes publip:
“It was my own experience that first
led me to advocate Grape-Nuts food
and I also know, from having pre-
scribed it to convalescents and other
weak patients, that the food is a
derful builder and restorer of
and brain tissue, as wen aa mtmde.
improves the digestion and sick pa-
tients always gain just as L did to
strength and weight very rapidly.
“I waa in such a low state that X
had to give up my work entirely, and
went to the mountains of thla state,
but two months there did hot iraprovff
me; to fact I was not quite as wen aa
when I left tonne.
“My food did not sustain
It became plain that I must
Then I began to use Grape-Nuts i
and to two weeks I could walk a :
without fatigue, and to five
returned to my home and
taking up hard work again,
time I have felt aa well and
I ever did to my life.
“As a physician who seeks to
all sufferers, I consider it a duty
make these facts public.”
Trial 10 days on Grape-Nuts,
the regular food does pot seem t
tain the body, will work miracles.
"There’s a Reason.”
Look to pkgs. for the
to WellvUle.
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Davis, J. R. & Hudson, C. H. The Pearsall Leader (Pearsall, Tex.), Vol. 15, No. 7, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 20, 1909, newspaper, May 20, 1909; Pearsall, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth920677/m1/4/?q=Lamar+University: accessed June 4, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; .