Yoakum Weekly Herald (Yoakum, Tex.), Vol. 46, No. [2], Ed. 1 Thursday, April 9, 1942 Page: 2 of 8
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J. J. MATTHEWS
Secretary - Treasurer
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THE NATIONAL FARM
WAN ASSOCIATION
Located at Gonzales can
save you money on the
interest you are paying
on your farm and ranch
loans.
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Can thin new dream come true—
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no room for fail-
ure now. Do your part for
National Defense by raising
only Quality Baby Chicks.
Chicks available Every Day.
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than from under
reckon that is
the pink of health,
broke over
haughty. “No, thank you, I’m not
the least bit hungry,”
“Well, then you’d be v<
to eat anything” c.
the kind of answer she
“Would you like ------
open, or closed?"
as she retired.
“Closed,’’ Kathleen thought
first was euffleient^but someth
made her add “Please.”
Alone, she
cross,
she
again.
POTH and EHLERS
J. H. LANDRY
“HEINE” GOETZ MOTOR CO.
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Navy cruisers are used to scout for the enemy or to
3rn*en their own fleet against surprise attack.
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resat per word will be charged for all Cards of Thanks,
kvddttans gf Beapect and stanOar matter of Lodgte. Societies, ;
IqpMn. «9c^ where an admission fee is charged the public.
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conducting this war.
a though job, give
encouragement.
papers and see
exams
M thing that seemed to
most people's mind
day was the foar inch rain
day night . . . Of coarse
t£n“Jth BSe**knX<
•UeMw'Vho0*?.
asantly must be Dr.
H. “Sooky” SEEKAMP ‘J
County Commissioner
DeWITT OCXUMTT
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times better t
don’t you use
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myself Angela
an angel,” objAI
guiahed Dr. Kent.
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child burst
starved emotion
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Khii personal column
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(Bv Austin Callan)
EXAMINE YOURSELF
There is no present shortage in
ci it ieisin.
Read the newspapers or tune
in the radio and you will hear it
said that somebody is bungling
the job. It may be the presi-
H. Thiele's Market carries only the choicest meats la every
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Agent for Herder Truck Lit
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yon have rendered, and see if
you have not been getting a bar-
Think of those fine young
at the hattlefron^
rell did keep her
eyes “glued” to Kath-
leen’s bedroom door—
but the determined
child got away through
a laundry chute that
led from the bath-
room to the basement.
So, as she had done
so many times before
and recorded in her
diary, Kathleen dis-
mounted from her
bicycle in front of a
grimy little shop on a
back street in the vil-
lage near her home.
Months before she
had stood entranced
before its windows filled
tiques” and junk articles waiting
to be “swapped.” This afternoon
she entered hurriedly.
Max Schoner, tall, spare pro-
prietor of the shop, came from his
living quarters in the rear to greet
her. “Rudi, here’s Kathleen,” he
called, and a grotesquely trimmed
"circus poodle” catapulted himself
into the little girl’s arms.
After their custom, Kahleen,
“M. S.” and “Rudi” had tea. More
important than the cookies and hot
chocolate he provided was the
sympathetic ear the kindly Max
bent to his little visitor’s fantastic
conversation. To him she tried
bravely to be everything she want-
ed to be — and wasn’t. She had
both a mother and a father, the
latter a poor hard-working fisher-
man—a “Pagan god,” she called
him—who idolized both her and
her mother and brought them flow-
ers—as well as fish—each day. And
Max joined her in sympathetic
commiseration for an unhappy "lit-
tle girl she knew who lived up on
the hill.”
“Sometimes I don’t know how
she stands It,” the brave little
story-teller went on. "Her mo-
ther’s dead—she doesn’t even re-
member her. . . and her father’s
always so busy.”
"But, your friend,” ventured the
sly old man, "doesn’t she ever try
to make friends with her father?"
"Mr. Schoner," Kathleen declared
quite positively, “what can you do
with a man who doesn’t know
what you’re like even. Why, I—
she might be a mere Infant the
way he treats her!”
Kathleen’s host stood in the door-
way as she rode away, a sad,
quizzical smile on his lips as he
saw her head back toward "the
hill.”
Mrs. Farrell’a scoldings of the
truant were interrupted by a tele-
phone call from her employer’s
secretary. Mr. Davis would dine
at home that evening; would it be
. convenient for. Mrs. Farrell to have
, Kathleen visit with him, the sec-
retary had been Instructed to ask.
The governess relayed the news,
mainly to assure her charge that
the time was at hand when Mr.
Davis would be Informed of his
daughter’s shortcomings. Strangely,
, she thought. Kathleen was delight-
I —it suited a secret plan she had
. been cherishing.
Tn the secrecy of her room the
i little girl worked busily over a
■ scratch pad. Then she propped
I herself up among the pillows on
"The house on
haunted—just a
from which a young wife
mother had been grimly reaped.
Kathleen Davis was a natural
product of such environment—but
u little lady of twelve who had
escaped many of the possible pit-
falls. She wasn’t “spoiled.” Her
poise and dignity were not hard
“sophistication.” Hers was still a
child mind, sharpened by training
her father’s wealth had supplied in
a purely impersonal way. Its lack
was the void which only tender-
ness could fill — a void which
found expression in longing, not
sad—only vibrant with fantasies
and day-dreams.
“Kathleen! Open this door!”
It was Mrs. Farrell, nurse, grown
to governess, who rattled the knob
on her charge's bedroom door when
she found it locked. The door
was slow to open—and when it
did Mrs. Farrell fell on her face
from the position she had taken
to look through the keyhole!
“So! Snooping again!” Kathleen
observed contemptuously.
“You nasty, mean little girl!
I might have hurt myself!” was
the infuriated governess’ answer.
"I demand to know what you do
every Saturday afternoon—where
you go!” .
“Go ahead and demand—I won’t
tell you,” the youngster replied de-
fiantly.
'Well, this Saturday you’re in
• a big surprise, young lady,”
“I’m going
my eyes glued to this
I’m „
father to tell him that after
’ve devoted years of my life to
“Don’t -call me a ‘motherless
Ka t h 1 e e n interrupted
"It’s true mother died
gam.
men at the hattleiron^ where
death rides on terrifying wing.
Tbthi ask: “Do I deserve
protection they are giving
under the golden stars in
flag of glory? ”
A search of your conduct,
look into your heart, may change
your attitude towards those who
are
have
every
your own
well you stqnd the
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—Buy U. 8. Bonds and Stamps—
Rationing
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In order that yon may get your automobile license
with the least possible trouble; they will be add at
n the firsplac
• been so ton _
he Mid tenderly — and she
’ HMrt CHdTom.* tE twcu
then: ”” —
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"I don’t nek for ■ the moon -dlBI
I just ask for your love. chair
You don’t seem to know Pm
filter
Yet to win you I always strive.
You can hear the birds sing, «
You can hear the bells ring.
So please don’t be deaf and
keep
Listen to
• SMrley Temple
• Herbert Mnnhelt
Loraine 9ay
. . QaH Patrick
• Felix Broaaart
The little music box had stop-
ped playing.
Came a sharp knock on her bed-
room door — and the strident voice
of Mrs. Farrell. “Your father’s
downstairs — don’t keep him wait-
ing," she said, “and — just for
once, try to be a nice polite child!"
It was the time!
Kathleen did go down the grand
staircase, just as in her vision.
She did clutch to her bosom the
deathless message, her poem. But
the father she loved was bending
over a pretty girl who was light-
ing his cigarette.
Miss Lorraine Bennett, when she
was introduced, talked too much—
and said too little—to suit Kath-
leen, the lady of twelve. She
might have been forgiven for ev-
everything, however, had she not
taken the poem from the little
girl's reluctant hands.
“What have we here — not a
poem?” she rattled. "Oh, Johnny,
listen! It’s called “My Heart
Cries Out!’’’
Kathleen snatched the paper as
she began to read it.
"Kathleen!” her father called out
angrily, "that’s rude!”
"Well, she had no business read- ,
ing it,” the little girl sobbed, **.. Jt’s
private!”
“Nonsense!” replied her father.
“Apologize to Miss Bennett at
once—and go to your room,”
Kathleen didn’t apologize — but
she did bolt through the door. Her
father could see her half-way on
the stairs when he heard an ex-
plosion.
Mr. Davis found Mrs. Farrell in
Kathleen’s bedroom sucking one
of her fingers while tears of pain
and rage rolled down her cheeks.
“Be careful,” she said, pointing to
the pasteboard box she had flung
on a couch, “that’s a bomb your
daughter planted. It hurt me
cruel!”
Confronted with a problem most
parents solve with their hearts,
John Davis, too engrossed in his
business of making money to be
a father, looked no further than
his check book for aid.
Miss Bennett suggested consul-
tation with Dr. Montague Foster—
who had written a book “You and
Your Mind”—and so Mrs. Farrell
moved out and Dr. A. Martha
Kent moved in.
“Dr. Kent is a very remarkable
woman," Dr. Foster told Mr. Davis.
“She took her doctorate in ab-
normal psychology. She’s going t-_
South America in the fall, but I ,
think she might be influenced to
take the case for a three-month
eating .and 1
so, as we kept in
We never
except at Christmas
time, when tin* year’s savings
would he invested in mince-meat
pies and ehob la-morbus
cine.
It makcg little difference tome
how low they erect the '
able ceiling” during the
Iwon’t be able to bump my
head against it anyway. Likely
as not I’d have to stand on a
chair to reach it.
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iRHtod B^^^Krsday by Bankers Printing Oo.
|l HMMATMllte at Um Office, at Yerirw, v-
f«M, Wfar the Act of March 8, 1897
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JI8TBB Editor - PuNioher
R.... Advertisinf
Society Reporter /
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WcJre Up, Americans!
Wake up, Ameri-
cans!
Make America’s .4,
answer roar out
over the world.
Every citizen must f
back the United States Army
and Navy to victory—back them I
with work and money. <4
Do your part: Buy United]
States Defense Bonds and I
Stamps at your post office, bapk, I
or saving* and loan association. I
Get Defense Stamp* At your ro- I
tall store or from the carrier-bo^ I
of this newspaper.
gawmi
Oa baa MmtthMr
lent, or the food administrator
or the Secretary of the Navy
asleep at the switch.
We must “pan” somebody and
I’m glad we have that privilege
in America.
a chair femmsg
0X1 Redroom
< ths change of
t<>.«^ctJanh"gr:.bUn<l“'
ithlssn didn’t answer ’ bet Ms
tip-toe over —■*----- -
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A,: Martha Kent- but th7
her mtad had paints o/ w29
iu5L,on* hundred percent
This new guard — and
“snooper** — WM--’
lErthleen thiljjhti' Who”
“P a little and. somehow^
quired a fearful reputation i
>•« without saying
goodbye. The skies didn’t clears—
but Dr. Kent didn t seem to mind.
I haven’t had any breakfiiSi
I imagine you haven’t either. BhaU,
we have a tray sent up for both
of US?" |
.u Ht9S, gl.rl tr,<d to be
- * w —m2*
’ she lied.
very foolish
wasn’t exactly
> expected.'
e your door left
Dr. Kent asked
■m The Beeville Bee - Picayune:
Governor Coke Stevenson has his feet on solid ground
■t of the time, which, of course, is the big reason why
Krill most likely be unopposed for an elective temi in
■office he now holds.
■ Governor Stevenson was discussing the rising food
Jres this week and said he could see no good reason
r ft*
F To quote the Governor:
I *T’m not an authority on prices of anything but
mrh products and not much an authority there,’’ Stev-
kon asserted, “but, when food prices go above whatcon-
■nei’s can pay, the evils of inflation will follow. I can't
R any particular reason why food prices should go up.’’
K The governor was commenting on the report of Labor
■namissioner John D. Reed; who said March retail, food
ices in Texas increased 2 per cent over those of Febru-
r and were 5.2 per cent higher than in January.
I Compared with the month of April, 1911, the com-
■sioner rci>orted March prices, based on 85 food items in
|typical Texas cities, were 19.6 per cent higher.
“‘Thousands of employes in Texas have fixed salar-
L” Stevenson said, “and the rise in prices cn food and
ber commodities hits them hardest. It’s the white col-
r worker right in the middle who suffers the worst.
I ““Ye who raise mohair and wool don’t like to see the
ke go up. We’d rather have it steady than booming.
Lstant price increases are factors in inflation which is
Italy undesirable.
I “If prices remained steady, people could, for instance,
|r more Defense Bonds.’’
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need as much as
rubber, tin and
sugar is a citi-
zenry charitable
enough to wave
aside the frail-
ties of others
and search with
[eagle eye, its
'own
ings. Mr. and Mrs.
should learn their duties
chide themselves for failure
perform them. They should play
fair with the country and
forces striving to save it.
Listen good people, don’t
to bed tonight without balancing
the books.
Compare the blessings • y o u
have received with the services
^filial gadget on those planes. Yet. here in the good old
■V. S. A. our leaders are still afraid to raise the working
beyond 40 hours, or to legislate strike control.
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Hiaer **y* he Jut caa’t *p- .
pneiate theu midnight h*il
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— AMS —
W. T. Browning inform* a* 1
that, for th* duration of war p
there will h* r.o mor* cuff* <w
m’s trMMn. Winter ,
how thi* wa* going to affectMr. I
BrotnUag, wu <lano«l down, mA
•uro enongh Mr. Browning wM
wearing Ouffl*a* truMM,
Th* Texa* I
office next to Madam Mod* to
the Texaco Station at th* ond
of Lott Street
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Last -wo*k wu war* bragging
on th* pansy* at th* Highway
IMfittmtiw; Thia wo*k
‘Led the Yoakum Ice A ?
Mi The Tailor Times:
^^B\Ve don’t know what the politicians have in mind
^^■en they express alarm about the people’s complacent at-
^^■oiie on the war situation, unless it is because they see
■Viattitude a smoldering resentment of how the ad-
I ministration is prosecuting the war effort and playing
politics nt the same time.
When this war has been fought, America’s great mid-
htaile class will have largely disappeared, while the rich will
Ke richer and the poor will be poorer, and more numerous,
r While millionaires are making still more millions, Con-
gress is considering ways to stock the middle class and
the lower (income) classes with new taxes. Included in
their nlans is the despicable sales tax. which affects the
rich almost none at all. gives the middle class a slap in
the face and hits the low income family like a mule kick
ir. the pit. of the stomach.
What this country needs are 1 ‘adei s who have nerve
A fnpu^h to lead.
K ' It needs a congress that thinks abount winning t h e
■war, and less about pensions and self agmandizement.
■ It needs le^s WPA, and longer working hours: fewer
■ ■strikes and a balance of income between all c sential work-
I in” classes. It needs a senate that will act before
■^vLns the results of the Gallop poll. It needs common
■ Zi-na* ;in/l « will to fight. We are appalled at the plight
I Franca, and burn with dis rust when we discover that
I xXmvrica didn’t deliver, as ordered, 500 planes a month to
I France before the war because a French manufacturer
■ refused tn permit the U. S. factories to use a certain os-
(By The Irish Philosopher)
Food restrictions may be hard
on those' accistomed to gorging,
but it won’t make much change
in
schedule,
my lile.
day I was born.
Yes, they brought me up
the frontier, a playmate towant.
There were plenty of rabbits
our ammunition was shorl
my older brother’s a rtf’
long. He always outreached
the rest of us and got the pick
of the skillet.
There was only one article of
food that was plentiful in our
old home. That was molasser.
Pa found out the kind we didn't
like very wall and he bought a
whole barrel of it. There was
no trouble to figure out a menu
for dinner. All you had to do
was fill np the pitcher, and then
count the family and multiply
the number by throe corn-dode
®rt- . \ f
They used- to toll ua that mAe
pwpte 4M bom T
for
the governess raged,
to keep xny eyes l
door—and I’m going straight to
your
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caring for his motherless child—’
' child’',” '
sharply.
when I was born, but since I’m,
oh, so sorry, it’s scarcely polite
for you to keep reminding me of
it!”
"Wei!, never mind,” went on the
enraged woman. “I’m going to
your father — and I’m going to tell
him all I know about “M. S.” and
“Rudi.”
Passages of this kind were not
uncommon between the pathetic-
ally neglected “poor little rich
: girl” and the only woman her
father had provided to mother
1 her.
I These last evidences of “snoop-
ing” rankled in Kathleen’s mind
I and, before another hour had
• passed, she had fashioned a trap.
When she emerged from her
1 bedroom again she displayed quite
carelessly a little cardboard box—
I just a childish “gadget.” A string
hung loosely through a slot in
its top and it was covered with
i scrawls, one reading “Per-
sonal Private Property of Kath-
• Only Kathleen knew
inside the box were several
paper party favors — snap-
— glued to the bottom, with
string attached tn *the ends
had to be pulled to make
“er pl ode.”
* to her .
A wvirit-
Oold Stor-
age Company and while there
W looked arojmd kbit. We will
>«ve to hand it to Mr. Bliss
Pool for he also hM a pretty
bed of pansy*. • ' . Y- /
— AMS —
Monday w^.8 Army Day to
which Yoakum responded nearly
one-hundred percent. There were
flags fying all up and down
Lott Street which made us feel
v.ry patriotic as we walked down
the street. To this we say—
“Reap ’Em Flying”.
— AMS —
When Fire Chief Hanna does
anything he does it well ....
glancing st the newly painted
fire trucks. We don’t believe
Chief painted the fire tracks,
but he supervised the job and
they are really red.
— AMS —
Auxiliary Firemen are moat-
ing tonight to begin a series of
meetings to train for the nee of
firearm* and how to combat fire
during the national emergency.
Every auxiliary fireman is urged
to attend.
— AMS —
The Sun Store at the W^Lbt-
pass has took on a new Se—
From now on they will hareV-a;
full line of groceries etc.
---Remembar Pearl Harbor
The United States Marine
Corps first used armored ears
in 1916. They were capable of
doing 65 miles per hour.
—Buy U. S. Bonds and Stamps—
The Navy uses plasties aboard
ship for shatterproof windows
and windshields and in Naval . J
aircraft for windshields and cock- *
pit covers. ....
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Place your Order now for baby chicks. We have—
BARRED ROCKS, REDS, WHITE LEGHORNS,
OSTRALORPS, CROSSES—
---- at ----
A. V. WILLIAMS HATCHERY
YOAKUM, TBXAB
gilli* aowo»o»*o»*o»oo»oooo»»oa»o
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HOME COOKED MEALS
Loaches — I
4.
tried hard to stay
Not until that evening did
see her strange new guard
_ _
Dr. Kent was in her own roe*
placing her personal belonging*.
“Oh, come in,” she said when
Kathleen stopped shyly at her
door.
“I thought I’d better show you
where your things go in the sitting
room—one side's mine, you know,”
was her lame excuse.
“Of course. I’m glad you came
in," Dr. Kent answered in a most
matter-of-fact way.
Kathleen soon found herself help-
ing her “guard” arrange her books
on her share of the shelves. “What
does the ‘A’ stand for?” she asked
timidly as she turned the fly leaf
on one of “Dr. A. Martha Kent’s”
volumes.
“Oh, it’s
ippinesa
hill.”
her sharp little mind
sei
had won her.
began to dream her most beautiful
door^the
door
a name I don’t use,”
was the answer.
“What is it?”
"Angela," Dr. Kent confessed.
“Why that’s a beautiful name!"
Kathleen exclaimed. “It's a billion
Martha — why
Of silly calling
*ot much of
id the distin-
not silly—not the least bit
lust suits you! I’m go-
you Angela . . .” the
I out, swept on by a
in she was just be-
"that is—it you’ll
That moment marked the
ginning of a new ha]
the "little girl on the
irved that Angela’s magic, which
was doing some-
thing to her daddy too—and she
dream—and to scheme to make
it come true.
One evening she told a little
white lie—about being sleepy—to
leave Angela and her daddy alone.
Then she climbed into bed and
opened the lid of the little music
box. It was her ritual. As the
sweet, faint, tinkly tune began,
she made her half-closed eyes see
a vision.
In fancy she heard her daddy
say: "Kathleen needs a mother’s
care and I—Oh, Angel, with all my
heart I beg you to be my wife.
She saw daddy on his knees be-
fore this new “guard” she had
learned to love. “Oh, Angel, will
you marry me?” she heard him
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