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THE JACKSBORO GAZETTE
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By RUTH COMFORT MITCHELL
COPYRIGHT D. APPLETON - CENTURY CO., INC. n WNU SERVICE
SYNOPSIS
Sarah Lynn Dana, youngest of the Dana
women of Danavale, Calif., chafes at the
well-ordered life approved by her mother,
Adelaide, who is trying to marry her to
Duncan Van Doren, Detroit society youth.
Great-Granny Dana, covered-wagon pioneer,
and community matriarch, recognizes in the
girl the restless adventurousness of- the
dark Danas,” a trait shared by her and
Cousin Sally Ann Dana, traveler and author,
and pleads with Sally Ann to take the girl
abroad. Uncle Lynn, wheelchair invalid,
adds his plea to Sally Ann to save Sarah
Lynn, as does the girl’s young brother. Bill.
CHAPTER II—Continued
“The bad penny turning up, eh?”
the old governess said, rather out
of breath. “As the saying is, but
really just—still here.”
“Where you belong as an integral
part of Danavale,” Sally Ann said
cordially. “So nice of you to run
in, but I’m afraid I must plunge into
my tub—I’m frightfully late.”
“I won’t keep you, Miss Dana.
It’s just this: if you could possibly
see your way to taking my child
back with you? Sarah Lynn, I mean.
She’s not happy here, and she’s not
understood, and she might be so—
so splendid I” Her close - clipped
words came in a rush.
The traveler was pulling her dress
over her head. “We’ll talk of this
again, Penny, dear. I’m afraid it
isn’t possible, but we’ll discuss it
fully. But now I must really—”
“Yes, of course,” the English-
woman said meekly, “and do please
forgive my intrusion, but it’s so ter-
ribly important!” She went away at
her short-geared trot.
Sally Ann went irritatedly into her
ablutions. Great - granny, Lynn,
young Bill, old Penny, all importun-
ing her on her first afternoon! But
not all four nor four-and twenty
could saddle her with unwanted re-
sponsibilities. She was to laugh at
herself before she slept in the wide,
!old-fashioned double-bed, realizing
;she had offered to take Sarah Lynn
abroad, not to please the four who
Wanted it, but to annoy the one who
did not.
CHAPTER m
Sally Ann had forgotten how her
beautiful Cousin Adelaide—Mrs. E-
wina Dana—always annoyed her
with her buoyant sweetness when
she was in command, her air of
counting ten before she spoke when-
ever she was opposed.
Seated at the far end of the din-
ner table she looked like a well-cor-
seted Wagnerian soprano—her he-
roic size, her pearly fairness, her
truly noble brow.
“I’m going to like this enormous-
ly,” Sally Ann told herself. “After
all, it’s bon6 of my bone!” She
awaited the arrival of the fourth
generation with lively interest.
“What are they like?” she asked
Ed Dana. “I’ve been away sp long.
Does flaming youth still flame?”
He chuckled. “They go off like a
string of firecrackers. But, you take
■’em by and large, they’re a fine
bunch of youngsters. I claim I’ve
got four of the finest sons.”
“And what about your girl?”
His cheerful face clouded a trifle.
“Yes, of course, Sarah Lynn. Oh,
Sarah Lynn’s all right. She’s got
pome notions, but she’ll come out
okeh. She—she’s sort of like you,
at her age, Sally Ann, if you know
what I mean."
“And what sort of girl did Keaton
marry? I passed their mad house
today. It looks like an out-size ther-
mos bottle.”
“More like a hip-flask,” he said
grimly. “That’s Ardine’s number.
Takes her drinking pretty seriously.
She was married before, you know,
to one of the San Matea Suttons,
and Keaton got her divorce for her.
It was pretty lurid.”
“That must have fluttered the
dovecotes of Danavale.”
“Well, the older women resent
her, naturally. She’s just too darn
modern for Danavale, that’s all,
from her house to her boy-friends.
But that’s up to Keaton. Oh, I
guess there isn’t any real harm in
Ardine; just what we used to call
smart aleck! For example, she’s
gone into business."
“Ah? That’s commendable, I’d
say.”
He chuckled again. “Would you?
It’s partnership in a restaurant and
dancing-place towards the hills—a
iroadhouse, really—run by a couple
lof her best friends. Very snappy
and artistic—ritzy, they tell me, and
they call it ‘The Stewed Prune.’,
rwell, I guess it’s well named.”
Aunt Helena was rising, portly in
purple draperies, flushed with her
excellent fare. “Shall we go into
|the living-room for our coffee? I
expect the youhg people are arriv-
ing.”
Sarah Lynn came in with Duncan
Van Doren and the Keaton Danas.
She wore an
which did
and she
unimportant dress
ig for her dark slim-
in the
and
had
and
Keaton
-
Dana was a solid young man with
a heavily placid face. Ardine La
Mont Dpna made her, leisurely way
toward the guest of honor in a shim-
mering gleam. Hers was a vehe-
ment, insistent beauty, a ripe love-
liness; over-ripe, Sally Ann thought
acidly, instant in dislike.
‘ “Wonderful to meet you at last,”
Ardine drawled negligently, ap-
praising her from under the heavy
white lids of her long eyes. “Imag-
ien—two Big Shots at Danavale in
one night! You—and Gunnar Thor-
wald.”
“Gunnar—not the young Norwe-
gian flier?”
“In person. Jim Allison’s bring-
ing him. You must meet him. But
he won’t.take you for a ride. He
never flies women.”
“I can, perhaps, succeed in bear-
ing it. I’ve had rather more than
my share of the air.”
“You' must come and see my
house.”
“I passed it today. ’ Do you get
in and out with a can-opener?”
“I have a zipper down the front."
She nodded, indulgent, patronizing.
“I’ll be seeing you.” She made a
slow progress through the crowded
room and Adelaide Dana took her
place beside the traveler.
The eyes of both women were on
Sarah Lynn and her suitor, and they
saw Duncan Van Doren take the
thin young elbow into a proprietary
“Drink it down, baby, before
some comedian pollutes it.”
grasp, and the girl jerk it away.
After an instant the youth came to
them, smiling. ,
‘Mind if we go dancing?” he ad-
dressed himself confidently to Ade-
laide.
“Of course not, dear boy,” she
beamed approval on him.
‘May be a bit late, you know, if
we look in at the silly Stewed
Prune,” he told her conscientiously.
“I shan’t worry, Duncan. I know
Sarah Lynn is safe with you wher-
ever—and whenever—you take her.
Tell her Mother says to run along
and have a happy time.’
“Thanks a lot.” He made his way
through the long room, full to over-
flowing now with family and friends
and Chinese servants with trays of
coffee and ices and little frosted
cakes.
Sudden rage rose and throve with-
in Sally Ann. She was motivated
not so much by the desire to rescue
the thin dark girl who was a flash-
back to her own youth as the urge
to defeat the beautiful blonde moth-
er.
“I’ve taken rather a fancy to your
child, Cousin Adelaide," she heard
herself saying. “I think I’ll take
her back to Europe with me if you
don’t mind.”
“But I mind—I should mind very
much indeed,” Mrs. Edwin Lynn
Dana said quickly. “It’s very sweet
of you, dear Cousin Sally Ann, but
I happen to have other plans for
my girlie.”
“I have an idea,” the traveler
said casually, “that you’ll not have
much luck in imposing your plans
on that dark daughter of yours.”
Sally Ann looked across the room.
Duncan Van Doren had turned away
to speak to someone else and Sarah
Lynn stood alone.1 She was staring
aft a newcomer, utterly absorbed
and free from self-consciousness,
eyes wide, lips parted, startled col-
or in her cool cheeks.
The stranger was a tall, fair youth
in the clothing of a flier. He pulled
off his cap and his hair was yellow
above a lean and spare young face,
and something in his costume, per-
haps, contrasted with conventional
raiment as he was framed in the
open door, in the level aloofness of
his scrutiny, gave him an effect of
alienism.
“Who is that?” Mrs. Edwin Lynn
Dana demanded, displeased. “To
come here in those clothes—"
“He’s merely alighting on earth
dsre^.” Sall^Ann
just flown the Atlantic. I’ve seen
him on the other side, ‘the Norwe-
gian Lindy,’ they call him. Eu-
rope’s most beamish boy of the air.”
CHAPTER IV
“Like to drive around awhile?”
Duncan Van Doren wanted to know,
closing the door of his glistening
roadster on Sarah Lynn and getting
into the driver’s seat.
“I’d rather drive arbund until it’s
time to go home," she said tone-
lessly. “You know how I loathe the
Stewed Prune."
“Promised Ardine we’d barge in
for a while at least. And it won’t
be ‘time to go home’ until I’m ready
to take you.” He slid an arm be-
hind her stiffened shoulders. “Your
mater said ‘anywhere, anywhen!’ It
wouldn’t bore you so if you’d enter
into things, Sarah Lynn,” he com-
plained. “If you’d just take a cou-
ple of drinks you’d be surprised at
the difference it would make.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Well, I’m not so crazy about the
stuff myself, but I’ve learned how
it oils a party,” he said reasonably.
Ardine and her cohorts had made
the Stewed Prune deliberately de-
mure with bright-figured chintz and
ruffled curtains of dotted Swiss and
old-fashioned furniture.
Sarah Lynn and Duncan arrived
at eleven. Tables were set close
to the walls and the floor cleared for
dancing, and musicians sent wail-
ing, throbbing blues and torchsongs
through the warm, smoke-laden air.
“Step?” Duncan held out languid
arms.
“No, please,” the girl shook her
head. A hand reached out andj
pulled her down into a vacant chair.
“Want to visit me, Sarah Lynn?”
“Oh, yes, Mary!” she answered
gladly.
Mary Dana Webster was a com-
fortably plump and plain young ma-
tron with twin sons and a baby
daughter. Sarah Lynn had never
seen her there before.
“Think this wicked roof will fall
on my righteousness?” She caught
her cousin’s thought. “Neddy has
a precious customer up from the
South who craves night-life and I’m
here to pour them into the car and
roll them home. Duncan, you run
along and dance with Ardine. I
never see Sarah Lynn. Ginger-ale?
Well, Cousin Sally Ann’s a peach,
isn’t she? You look like her, Sarah
Lynn.”
Mrs. Webster looked about her
with keen, amused eyes. She wore
no make-up and her hearty day-
time color was a little dingy by
night. “What a madhouse! And
how they toil at being devilish? Will
you look at my Neddy? Bicarbonate
of soda and bed at eight o’clock for
the next week. He’s dying on the
vine right now, but the customer’s
fresh as a birdie.” Duncan Van Dor-
en danced by with Ardine. “There’s
something in the air, tonight. I feel
it.”
“Oh, it’s always like this—or sil-
lier,” Sarah Lynn sighed.
“No, but Ardine and her hench-
men have been going into huddles
and ^Jirieking with glee, and Doc
Reedley has just gone zooming into
San Jose for something. You know,
I think they’re framing something
on that nice young flier—Gunnar
what’s-his-name ? ’ ’
“Gunnar Thorwald,” the girl said
quickly. "Haven’t you been read-
ing about him?”
“Well, Jim Allison has him in
tow here in the West; been flying
with him, and that means that Ar-
dine’s had first call on him socially,
but I understand he can’t see her
with a binocular.”
Sarah Lynn lifted one thin shoul-
der.
“Naturally but is she poisonous?
Her first failure in a big way. You
see, she tried to break his rule nev-
er to fly women, and didn’t even
dent it, so there’ll be reprisals. She
claims he’s coming here tonight.
Can you feature that?”
“He’s in. Jim Allison’s hands,” her
young cousin defended him.
Duncan Van Doren and Ardine
danced past their table, swung
about, and stopped beside them.
“Hello, darling!” the hostess
greeted Mary Webster. “Nice to
see you here! But—why aren’t you
drinking?”
“Why aren’t you eating?” the con-
nection by marriage countered.
“Let’s dance!” Duncan pulled
Sarah Lynn to her feet. They
danced slowly with the other slow-
moving couples and in silence. As
they passed a side door they saw
Ardine greeting Doc Reedley, a con-
vivial young man with a side-line of
medical studies.
“Well?” she demanded quickly.
“You know me,” he boasted.
“Darling! In ten minutes—in the
office.”
Sarah Lynn wanted to return to
Mary Webster but her suitor steered
her to a large and noisy group and
sulked when she wouldn’t drink.
Ardine championed her. “Let her
alone! She’s going to have her gin-
ger-ale or malted milk or cambric
tea or anything else she wants. But
that doesn’t cramp your style.” She
poured him a lavish highball.
“All right, but wait—I want a
sandwich first. I have my sys—”
-The chatelaine of the Stewed
Prune laid a glowing cheek against
his. "Cousin Adelaide’s been asleep
for hours. Just break down and
be yourself, darling. The Girl Re-
serves can always drive you home."
She nodded to Sarah Lynn. “I’ll get
your lil’ oP drink myself, baby!”
She went away and returned with
a cold-beaded bottle of ginger-ale
and a tall glass of deep amber, and
opened and poured it out herself for
Sarah Lynn. A noisy youth leaned
over with a flask, but she fended
him off. “Behave, Benjy!” She put
a protective arm about the girl’s
thin shoulders. “Drink it down, ba-
by, before some comedian pollutes
it.”
Sarah Lynn obeyed, grateful for
the long, cool, stinging drink which
seemed for an instant to freshen
the stale air.
Sarah Lynn watched Duncan with
apprehension. If he gave over his
usual caution he would insist on
staying late, and she was so tired
and so bored. She tried to march
her mind away from the immediate
scene and think of her traveling
Cousin Sally Ann, of the tall young
Norseman who had stood framed in
Aunt Helena’s doorway. Why—if
he was what he looked to be—did
he run about with Jim Allison? But
Jim was a brilliant flier who had
met him abroad; Gunnar Thorwald
could not know that Ardine and the
Stewed Prune went with him. She
hoped he wouldn’t come here to-
night. She didn’t want them mak-
ing game of him, and if Mary Web-
ster was right and they were plan-
ning to make him the object of one
of their high-keyed, hectic, ribald
jokes—she would warn him.
Mary Webster took Sarah Lynn
back to her table. “It’ll soon be
the last round-up for old Neddy.
Shan’t we drive you home?”
“Oh, thanks, I’d love it, but Dun-
can—Mother’d be annoyed if—” she
was interrupted by a rending yawn.
‘Oh, excuse me, please!”
“Poor lamb dead for sleep,
aren’t you?” *
She sat down. “Perhaps another
ginger-ale would wake me up,” she
said dully.
“It will, darling! I’ll get it,” Ar-
dine had followed them.
Ned Webster, a large and very
solid citizen, came up wearily, mop-
ping a heated brow. “Gosh, Ma-
ry! He says he isn’t leaving till
sun-up!”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
World’s Troubles Attributed to Diet;
Holds Deficiencies Cause Irrationality
Faulty diets are responsible for
the world’s current troubles, while
America’s modern, balanced diets
are making girls of today more
beautiful than young women of for-
mer generations, according to Miss
Myrtle L. Johnson, director of the
school of home economics at Rus-
sell Sage college, reports a Troy,
N. Y., United Press correspondent.
Miss Johnson also reported that
“better and more varied foods”
were responsible for modem boys
and girls in America being stronger
and taller than were their parents
at similar ages.
“The average daily menu today
contains such a fine quality of nour-
ishment that it is generally recog-
nized that more American girls are
prettier than young women of for-
mer generations,” she said. “Diet
generally was never so good in the
world’s history as it is in America
today.”
She declared that the children of
the next generation may be taller
and stronger than their parents,
adding:
“For a ‘race of giants’ we should
have to rebuild a large part of our
In contrast, she pointed out, there
can be no doubt that a part of the
world’s current troubles can be
blamed on faulty diets.
“The food technologists can say
with certainty,” she declared, “that
deficient diet makes people act ir-
rationally.”
Experiments with white rats in
the food laboratory at Russell Sage,
she explained, have proved that de-
ficiency in certain vital elements oi
diet can make the rodents irritable
and quarrelsome.
Chinese Widely Spoken
Chinese is the most widely spoken
language, and it has been estimated
that at least 400,000,000 speak it in
its various dialects. English is next,
with 200,000,000, followed by Rus-
sian, 140,000,000; Hindustani, 100,-
000,000; German, 80,000,000; French
and Spanish, 70,000,000 each; Japa-
nese, 65,000,000; Portuguese, 60,000,-
000; Italian, 50,000,000; Polish, 16,-
000,000; Greek, 9,000,000; Serbo-
Croatian, 8,000,000, and Bohemian,
7,000,000. Although there are about
5,000 languages spoken in the world,
has 7,000.000
SEEN and HEAR!
around the
NATIONAL CAPITAL,
By Carter Field
FAMOUS WASHINGTON CORRESPONDENT
Washington. — “I see Jimmy
Byrnes is going to reorganize the
government,” commented another
Southern senator after studying the
various roll calls on the reorganiza-
tion bill.
It is difficult to exaggerate the
importance of the service the South
Carolina senator rendered the White
House in leading the fight for this
bill. Up until a few weeks before
the Anal roll call the whole meas-
ure had been considered dead. It
was believed that the senate would
agree with the house in giving Presi-
dent Roosevelt his six additional
assistants. But it was never
dreamed that the senate would vote
to abolish the office of comptroller,
which has proved such an effective
check on illegal spending, and the
whole purpose of which is to make
sure that before money is paid out,
the purpose for which it is to be
paid is in clear accord with the
language of the law.
Nor was it dreamed that the sen-
ate would hand the veterans’ bureau
over to White House control.
Several factors contributed to the
change. Most important, probably,
were the secret promises made—
nobody knows how many. These
promises included, it is assumed, a
good lame-duck job for Senator Wil-
liam H. Dieterich of Illinois, who is
headed for retirement by the Illi-
nois Democratic factions despite the
most slavish devotion to the Presi-
dent, even extending to reversing
bis stand on the leadership battle
last year between Senators Alben
W. Barkley of Kentucky and Pat
Harrison of Mississippi.
Army Engineers Win
High up on the list also should be
the astuteness which caused Sena-
tor Byrnes to have the army engi-
neers specifically eliminated from
the powers granted to the President.
It just happens that the army en-
gineers are the most efficient bunch
of lobbyists in Washington today.
They have been since the Anti-
Saloon league passed into its present
slough of despond, and probably will
be so long as congressmen have the
right to appoint cadets to West
Point. The engineers are old
friends, politically, socially, and in
the distribution of pork, with the
senators and representatives. They
did not want to be changed around.
They did not want their functions
transferred to some New Deal
agency such as TVA, or the proposed
department of public works. They
like it the way it is, and that’s the
way it is going to stay.
Another big reason for the Presi-
dent’s victory was the mounting
tide of opposition to the New Deal
taxation ideas. It became neces-
sary, because of pressure from
home, reinforced by the business
depression, for a number of senators
to oppose President Roosevelt on
his tax ideas, specifically on his pet
tax on undistributed corporation
earnings, and also on the capital
gains and losses tax.
That would be all right, but some
of them had opposed the President
also on the court packing issue, and
some figure they must oppose him
on some other issues also. Altogeth-
er, they were in danger of getting
branded as anti-Democratic, in dan-
ger of having the Jim Farley-built
New Deal machines back candi-
dates against them in their next
primaries.
So probably enough senators to
turn the tide were forced into the
"Yes'’ column on the reorganiza-
tion bill by this question of regular-
ity alone. Especially as it is com-
mon knowledge in Washington that
on a secret vote the reorganization
bill would have been overwhelming-
ly beaten.
Robert on the Spot
Lawrence W. (“Chip”) Robert,
Jr., secretary of the Democratic Na-
tional committee, and one of the
most ardent Southern supporters of
the administration, is in a dither as
a result of President Roosevelt’s
speech snubbing Senator Walter F.
George of Georgia, and virtually in-
viting Governor E. D. Rivers to run
against George.
“Chip” is on the spot. He is
not only a loyal friend of the Presi-
dent, and almost a pal of Governor
Rivers, but he is an enthusiastic
admirer of Senator George. In fact,
despite the Georgia senator’s in-
surgence on the Supreme court is-
sue, and on reorganization of the
government bureaus, departments
and commissions, friends of the two
say “Chip” thinks Walter George
just about the best qualified man in
the Democratic party to take the
place of President Roosevelt when
Roosevelt steps out, whether that
be in 1941 or 1945.
The terrible part of it all, from
“Chip’s” point of view, is that he
arranged this particular party, set
the stage for file dramatic denoue-
ment that followed. But “Chip” had
a very different climax in mind. In
fact, it was scarcely a climax he
wanted. What “Chip” wanted to
arrange was a public reconciliation,
so to speak, among his three
friends, President Roosevelt, Gov-
ernor Rivers, and Senator George.
All he hoped for was a few kind
words from each about the other
.
* . ...
two, which would give the Georgia
folks the impression that all was har-
mony in the party—that Roosevelt
was for George, that George wa*
for the renomination for governor ofl
Rivers, and that Rivers was fori
Roosevelt and George.
He talked a good deal about his
hopes, did “Chip.” He persuaded
Senator George, very much against
the senator’s will, to make the trip,
and also—which was not particular-
ly against his will—to say some
complimentary things about Ed Riv-
ers.
Spilled the Beans
The mere fact that George was
riding on Roosevelt’s train, and ap-
pearing with him on the platform,
“Chip” thought, would be enough.
It really did not make any differ-
ence if Roosevelt failed to say any-
thing particularly friendly. The ap-
pearance would be enough.
But Roosevelt, to “Chip’s” cha-
grin, and to the enormous embar-
rassment of the George lieutenants,
lashed out on the wage and hour
scales in the South, and, on top of
that, after assailing the forces of
special privilege, turned smilingly
to Governor Rivers and told the
crowd their governor understood
his aims and was fighting shoulder
to shoulder with him.
Which every one within sound of
his voice interpreted as an open in-
vitation to Governor Rivers to run
against Senator George in the sena-
torial primary this fall, and run
with Roosevelt’s active support!
The timing was deadly. “Chip’s”
maneuver had been timed too, right
after most of the George Democrat-
ic leaders figured they had every-
thing straightened out, with George
to be unopposed for senator and
Rivers unopposed for governor.
Now, word from George holds.
Rivers is almost sure to run against
George. Rivers will be counting
on the enormous popularity of
Roosevelt in Georgia, demonstrated
by a number of local votes last
year when referenda were held on
the court issue.
Speech Pleases Some
President Roosevelt’s comments
about the exploitation of labor by
the South’s “feudal” system natur-
ally strengthened him with the ele-
ments he must have to retain the
New Deal in power for the four
years beginning in January, 1940,
whether he runs for a third term or
succeeds in naming his successor.
Indignation among many of his
ardent supporters in the house and
senate will not do any harm to that
particular objective. There will be
just one effect that Mr. Roosevelt
will not relish, and even if he had
calculated this also in advance, it
probably would not have deterred
him.
This one effect will be to
strengthen every Southern senator
and member of the house who has
been independent, and make it
much more difficult for any one to
raise the cry of “anti-Roosevelt”
against them. For example, it would
help renominate Senator Walter F.
George of Georgia, and Senator Elli-
son D. (Cotton Ed) Smith of South
Carolina, if their opponents make
this issue. Both these senators come
up this year in the states where
the election is unimportant as the
primary decides everything.
But, as stated, if he gave any!
thought to this at all, Mr. RooseveMl
might reasonably calculate he
would not be able to beat either of,
these senators anyhow.
But Maryland is a much mor ,
interesting story. Senator Millard
E. Tydings has been a thorn
in the White House side for ye»~s
now. In fact, it surprised the folks’^
in Maryland—and Washington—
somewhat when Tydings actually
made speeches for Mr. Roosevelt
in 1936.
Would Boost Welles
Every time any issue comes up
which involves a fight between the
conservative Democrats and the
White House, Senator Tydings is
right with the antis. Privately, the
President has been trying to give
his undersecretary of state, Sum-
ner Welles, a boost from time to
time. Welles was born in New
York, having become a resident
of Maryland only in recent years,
but he has cherished, and not very
secretly, an ambition to represent
Maryland in the senate.
Mr. Roosevelt occasionally visits^
him at Oxen Hill, his gorgeous hornq
in southern Maryland. During
1936 campaign Mr. Roosevelt
Oxen Hill as a meeting place (
all the Maryland Democratic lead
ers. JSL
But though a very divided state,
Maryland has always had pro-
nounced Southern leanings. It hasfe
direct commercial connections, and
an extraordinary sentimental tie
with the South. In fact, it probably
was more shocked at the scolding .
the President gave the South than 1
any other particular Southern state.
So that speech by the President
Georgia was not calculated to '
push Mr. Tydings out of the i
or to push Mr. Welles into the <
ican house^of Jords. ^
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The Jacksboro Gazette (Jacksboro, Tex.), Vol. 58, No. 46, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 14, 1938, newspaper, April 14, 1938; Jacksboro, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth730278/m1/3/?q=%22%22~1: accessed July 16, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Gladys Johnson Ritchie Library.