The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 59, No. 17, Ed. 1 Tuesday, April 24, 1934 Page: 2 of 8
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THE CASS COUNTY SUN
"What It Really Is Like" in San Juan
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BONCES
WHEN Mrs. Roosevelt was inspecting living
conditions in San Juan, Puerto Rico, she
asked the camera man to make this picture "to
show really what it is like." She is standing at
the. edge of a pool of dirty water swarming with
flies in the center of La Perla, one of the slum
streets.
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BEDTIME STORY FOR CHILDREN
By THORNTON W. BURGESS
FARMER BROWN'S BOY AND NIM-
BLE AS FRIENDS
ALL the timid people I know of,
none is more timid than Nimble
Heels, the Jumping Mouse. But a
funny thing about very timid people
is that often they get over fear easier
and more quickly than some who are
supposed to be very much braver. It
was so with Nimble Heels. Now,
wouldn't you suppose that after being
almost killed by a great giant who he
never had seen before, Nimble' Heels
would have been frightened almost to
death, and remained so? At first he
was frightened. Of course. He would
have been a funny fellow if he hadn't
been.
But it didn't take Nimble Heels long
to find out that those hands of Farm-
er Brown's boy were very gentle
hands. Somehow, after a little he
liked to be stroked by them. Then he
was wrapped in something soft. It
was the handkerchief of Farmer
Brown's boy. In this he made the
longest journey he had ever dreamed
of. Clear across the Green Meadows,
up the Long Lane, across the farm
yard to Farmer Brown's house. There
Farmer Brown's boy placed him in the
snuggest of snug little cages with soft
inoss for a bed, and left him to himself.
Nimble Heels still felt a little weak,
so he buried himself in the soft moss
and went to sleep. It was night and
quite dark when finally bo awoke. At
first lie couldn't imagine where he
was. Then he remembered, and all of
a sudden he was all shivery with fear.
]t was still, very, very still, so at last lie
found courage to creep out and exam-
ine the plase where he was. It didn't
take him long to discover that he was
a prisoner, arid a perfect panic of fear
swept over him.
The next day, when Farmer Brown's
boy came to look at him and see how
be was getting along, Nimble Heels
wouldn't poke so much as the tip of
his nose out from under the moss.
Very carefully Farmer Brown's boy
uncovered him. When he saw that
Nimble Heels was all right he covered
hiin over as he was before and left
him. After a while Nimble Heels
poked his head out to see what had be-
come of Farmer Brown's boy. No
one was to tie seen, but there was the
most tempting pile of seeds and grain.
Nimble Heels suddenly felt hungry.
After that he understood that Farm-
er Brown's boy would not harm him,
but was his protector, and at once they
became the best of friends. Always
Nimble Heels was sure of finding
something especially nice to eat in one
of Farmer Brown's boy's pockets.
He was safe. He was safer, per-
haps, than ever before in all his life.
But he was a prisoner. Not even
safety could make up for loss of free-
dom. Nimble Heels began to pine and
lose his appetite. Then it was that
Farmer Brown's boy showed that he
had an understanding heart and was
in truth a friend worth having. He
took Nimble Heels In his pocket and
started down the Long Lane. Out on
the Green Meadows he went straight
to the very place where Nimble Heels
had jumped up his trousers-leg. There
he took Nimble Heels from his pocket.
Making sure that no enemies were
near, he set Nimble Heels down in the
grass. From sheer joy in being free
once more, Nimble Heels jumped once,
twice, three times. And If only he
had looked back to see he would have
seen the most surprised boy ever.
"Whew 1 That little chap is some
jumper!" exclaimed Farmer Brown's
boy, admiringly. It was the first time
lie had ever seen Nimble Heels jump.
(g, T. W. Burgess.—WNU Service.
rrxg-'A knows—
Top, what is barbarous?"
•War before poison gns."
©. Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
HY0U Know—
SERVE BANANAS
That the wild crab-apple
tree of the old world is the
parent cf most of the 1500
or more varieties of apples
now cultivated. They were
popular among the Romans,
about 22 different species
being known at that time.
C McOurf New*p«p«t Syndicate
WNU Service
GBIIQAGP
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"The girl that marries a traveling
salesman because of her love for trav-
el," says pouting Polly, "soon finds
that the only time she gets to go
places is when her husband is on the
road."
©, Bell Syndlcato.—WNU Scrvlce.
top of the bananas. Sift one-half cup-
ful of sugar over the oranges and add
one-half cupful of lemon juice with
any of the juice left from the oranges.
Bake 20 minutes. Serve hot or cold.
Very nice with cold meats.
Banana Fritters.
Remove the skins from eight ba-
nanas and cut into halves lengthwise,
then into quarters. Sprinkle with pow-
dered sugar, one-half tablespoonful of
lemon juice and one-half tablespoonful
of grated orange rind. Cover and let
stand half an hour. Then dip into the
following batter and fry in deep fat.
Drain on brown paper. Sprinkle with
powdered sugar and serve.
For the batter—mix and sift one
cupful of flour, one-fourth teaspoonl'ul
of salt, one-half teaspoonful of baking
powder, add one-half cupful of milk
and one beaten egg. Add a tablespoon-
ful of melted butter and beat thorough-
ly before using.
Bananas fried in butter make a fine
garnish for broiled steak. Served with
cooked chops they are especially good.
© by Western Newspaper Union.
Taking his tomahawk the Indian
went from place to place in the camp
scalloping the people.
BONERS are actual humorous
tid-bits found in examination pa-
pers, essays, etc., by teachers.
A mountain that erupts lava and
hot ashes is known as a catastrophe.
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At the very first fire all the British
pantaloons fell.
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James II was exposed and var-
nished.
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A drill is a tool for boring holes.
Example: We had a fire drill today.
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Marc Antony was an undertaker; he
came to bury Caesar.
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lie sneezes enough to cause his skull
to jump nnil his brain to rattle.
©. Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
A PRAYER
Howe About:
Using Soldiers
Destroying Our Nation
John D. Rockefeller
©, Boll Syndloate.—WNU Servlc*.
By ANNE CAMPBELL
LOltD, when I stand in that first
moment, blinded
From being nearer (lie rising sun.
1 will be wonder-struck and unre-
minded
Of all the kindly deeds I might have
done.
Give me thy pity, Lord, and blame me
not
For the omissions of my sorry lot,
But with thine all-embracing charity
Judge me by what I truly meant to be I
Copyright.—W N U RervIce.
WITTY KITTY
By NINA WILCOX PUTNAM.
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The Girl-Friend says she wouldn't
marry an X-ray specialist; she hates
men who can see through her.
0. Bell Syndlcato—WNU Service.
Roosevelt Medal Offered lite I'tdflic
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BANANAS make delightful salads,
fruit cocktails, desserts, Ices, and
may he served as n vegetable. Ba-
nanas should be thoroughly ripe if
used fresh. Those a bit green will
cook nicely and be wholesome.
Baked Bananas.
Strip the skin from the firm yellow
fru' , scrape the banana to remove the
strings which give an acrid flavor to
the fruit. Cut into halves lengthwise,
place in a buttered dish and sprinkle
with sugar. Four over six tablespoon-
fills of water and bake In a moderate
oven until translucent. For six ba-
nanas, use six teuspoonfuls of sugar
(brown is best), with a pincb of salt.
Bananas Baked in Lemon Juice.
Cut four large bananas Into halves
lengthwise nnd put Into a baking dish,
feel two large oranges and divide In
to sections. Add the lections to the
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BRONZE medals bearing a portrait of i'resldent Roosevelt, and the Presl-
dentlal seal on the other side, are offered to the public at $1.00. Mr. Roose
relt approved the design and the fhlladelphia mint struck off the medals.
By ED HOW15
WE HAV10 a good many profes-
sional soldiers who live in con-
siderable magnificence and Idleness.
In our expensive forts cavalrymen do-
vote much time to fancy riding not
required In war; army posts are the
mulnstay of the aristocratic game
called polo.
Since we pay an enormous soldier
tax, why not make some sensible use
of soldiers? Why not distribute squads
of them over the countny and require
them to get exercise by chasing high-
waymen. bank burglars, the radicals
who bomb peaceful and useful busi-
ness Institutions, and beat up peace-
able workmen? Why not a thousand
soldier camps Instead of a few dozen
luxurious ones like the Presidio, a
show place In San Francisco? Why
not use the fighting men we employ at
such terrific expense In maintaining
reasonable order In a thousand dif-
ferent communities?
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There Is a man named Oswald Spen-
gler whose writing one hears n good
deal about. His book called "Tfie De-
cline of the West." Is nn attempt to
prove that the United States Is going
to the devil, nnd that nothing can stop
It. Mr. Spengler does not specially
criticize us U>P throwing our cook-
stoves and beds away, and going hack
to camp fires and brush plies, except
that his statistics seem to show that
wlnle nations always destroy them-
selves with dissension and false prog-
ress, our pace Is rather more rapid
than has been the rule In national
dest ruct Ion heretofore.
Civilization, Mr. Spengler declares,
always destroys itself because people
demand too much of It. After a man
gets one hath room, and Is fairly com-
fortable in his home, he demands two
or three; it was lately charged against
a prominent citizen of Texas he had
nineteen. Now lie has lost not only
his nineteen hath tubs, but his house,
and the fortune that supported it. His
neighbors who had but one bath room
took after this aristocrat, and caught
him. They are all going to the creek
for bathing now but they had an en-
joyable fight.
Mr. Spengler believes the special
speed we have displayed in going to
the devil Is due more to our editors
than to any other cause. The Amer-
ican newspapers, he charges, have
thrown away the brakes and pursue a
wide open policy; they drive as fast
In everything as their readers drive
their new automobiles, and wrecks
will Inevitably destroy us a little
earlier than has been the rule In old-
er civilizations.
A few conservatives are begging for
reasonable delay in traveling the road
to destruction; for at least as much
moderation as the Greek and Romans
displayed, but ours is a fast age, and
propabiy we shall continue to step
Oil It.
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Considering the many bad things I
have known other men to do, I con-
clude John D. Rockefeller is an excep-
tionally good man. Ills father was a
runaway, and deserted a good wife
and her little children, but John was
a good boy, and took care not only of
his mother and his younger brothers
and sisters, hut looked up his father,
and helped him, too.
When John had children of his own,
he had family prayers, and tried to
bring them up rijht.
The Rockefeller foundation, the
greatest philanthropy In the history
of the world, is still on its feet, al-
though possibly staggered a little bv
the recent depression. At ninety three
old John Is still pursuing his policy of
saying little, and doing much.
In moral conduct, finance, fairness,
common sense, his average is higher
than that of any other man I know
from reading the papers. Of course
lie has been rich a long time, hut this
is the most excusable of faults, since
every one Is trying to be guilty; and
I predict that after he has been dead
long enough for gossip to get around
to the truth (which it always does) his
monument will be a little higher than
those of Gothe, the poet, Hannibal, the
general, or l'lato, the philosopher.
After ail. It is the Butter and Egg
Man who Is In position to most influ-
ence and belter the world by making
a high average In the practical tilings.
Writing a bit of poetry, winning a
fight, or tossing off a philosophical
gem, are small matters compared with
the dally Butter and Egg struggle; In
this John D. Rockefeller has long been
a master, and made an exceptionally
high overage from a boy of fourteen
to an old man of ninety-three.
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There Is a bold, merciless thing
called Right. Opposed to It Is a tlmlil
thing making explanations called
Wrong.
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Banger, J. E. A. & Erwin, W. L. The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 59, No. 17, Ed. 1 Tuesday, April 24, 1934, newspaper, April 24, 1934; Linden, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth340979/m1/2/: accessed June 23, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Atlanta Public Library.