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THE ROCKDALE REPORTER, Thursday, August 25, 1932
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CKDALE REPORTER
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Entered as second class matter July 19. 1902, at the pastoffice at Rock-
dale, Texas, under the Act of March 3, 1879. Published every Thursday.
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Any erroneous reflection upon the character, standing or reputation
of any person, firm or coruoration which may appear in the columns oi
The Reporter will be gladly corrected upon being brought to the atten-
tion of the publishers.
TWO WITHDRAWALS OF FED-
ERAL AID FOR THE PRICE
OF ONE
(Dallas News)
In answer to the challenge oi
James E. tfjj.'-guson, The News yes-
terday sou; it to show that Federal
aid was denied under the Ferguson
administration. Today it proposes
to prove that it will again be with-
drawn, if Mrs. Ferguson carries out
her platform. The first witness of
The News is Mrs. Ferguson herself.
Her own platiorm, supported by her
on the stumjf through the campaign
calls for:
1. Withdrawal of $10,000,000 from
the State highway revenue and
transfer to the general fund.
2. Withdrawal of a second $10,-
000,000 from the highway fund and
transfer to the school fund.
3. Removal of ad valorem taxes
entirely from farms, homes and
ranches.
The next witness of The News is
the State Auditor, testimnoy being
taken from page 21 of his ‘'Prelim-
inary Report on Audit of the State
Highway Department, July 10, 1932,”
of which Mr. Ferguson has a copy
and to which he has referred re-
peatedly.
State Highway Department Revenue
And Expenditures
Fiscal Year Ending Aug. 31, 1931
Revenue—
Fed. aid on construction $8,691,999.64
County and other aid on
construction 10,500,635.51
Co. aid on maintenance 175,112.89
Total aid .............$19,367,748.04
Gasoline tax 22,958,842.19
Automobile license fees 4,440,985.27
Depository interest on
highway fund ........
Miscellaneous revenue
Land <fc building trans-
ferred from mainte-
nance expense
195,576.78
24,650.09
25.742.71
Total revenue $47,013,545.08
Expenditures—
Administration and
office expense ...... .....$ 740,838.02
Miscellaneous expense, in-
cluding highway patrol,
refunds on bus seating
tax, etc.
Maintenance
Construction
297,053.89
10,597,439.16
31,339,248.07
Total expenditures.. $42,974,579.14
Excess of revenue over
expenditures ......$ 4,038,905.94
Take out your pencil and you find
that the revenue other than Federal
and county aid ($47,013,545.08 minus
$19,367,748.04) is but $27,645,797.04.
Take off Mrs. Ferguson’s $10,000,000
that she si going to give to the gen-
eral fund, and there is left $17,645,-
797.04. Take the other $10,000,000
off that she is going to give to the
school fund, and there is $7,645,797.-
04 left.
But the minute that Mrs. Fergu-
son abolishes the ad valorem tax on
homes, farms and ranches there
will be no county aid to the State
highway fund—there will be nothing
to pay it out of. So the more than
ten millions and a half of county
aid is wiped out, too. Thus the
State has only $7,645,797.04 to main-
tain old roads and build new ones.
Now look at the expenditure side.
Auditor Lynn finds that it costs
$10,597,439.16 to maintain our roads.
So Texas will not have left enough
to maintain its existing roads even
if it spends not a cent on new con-
struction. That means, of course,
that not a dollar of Federal money
will leave Washington to build Tex-
as roads—for Mrs. Ferguson's plat-
form leaves us not a penny to match
it with. Federal aid is suspended in
advance by Mrs. Ferguson's own
platform.
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* TWENTY YEARS AGO *
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The Knights of Pythias Lodge,
i h B. R: ■jenbrecht as Chancellor
C-.nmander, inaugurated a new plan
of meeting. An ante room was fit-
ted up with books, tables and games,
and the members were to bring their
wives for a social hour each time
the lodge met. The Chancellor Com-
mander, having no wife, was ex-
pected to bring a lady friend.
Mr. and Mrs. A. Wolf returned
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lUOCOUMT
KXUO
EIGHTH INSTALLMENT
I in getting ready to go back to
the city. I don't know, it seems to
me as if my life was to be there,
doing something l'or the city, not
• helping Pug jior.nd money out
t fat slobs who come up here."
John and Van Horn were then rest-
in:: on a fence rail, under the shade
of an oax, looking across the valley
that separated them by a mile or
more from Greenbough. They talk-
ed idly. Van Horn pulled out a
burnt briar and filled it. He drew a
few puffs of smoke.
You ve studied a lot." The older
man had a very wholesome regard
for John's extraordinary researches.
Well, yes. I have. Gil. But Pug
tells me I’m off the road. He’s
right. But I want your slant on
this. I’m going in for engineering.
Mr. Rantoul has sort4 of set my mind
that way, not by saying anything to
mo direct, but by the way he talks
I never saw a
from an extended visit to Germany.
Returning home with them was Mrs. | when he's up here.
Amelia Foster, a sister of J. A. Stein, j more certain man in my life. He’s
Will Pounders, colored, was shot I a big man, Gil, as big as his bridges,
and killed by Edgar Jones, local ne-
gro. The shooting occurred in the
Strelsky livery sLable.
Hon. H. B. Terrell, state senator
from this district was advocating be-
fore the State Democratic Commit-
tee a platform plank authorizing the
establishment of a State Highway
Commission. Probably the first gun
fired in the movement which has
finally brought to Texas the present
Highway Commission.
Cotton receipts up to Thursday,
Aug. 22, 1912, were 972 bales, and
cotton was selling for 11 1-2 cents.
The death in London, England, of
Rev. William Booth, commander-in-
chief of the Salvation Army, was
chronicled.
Aubrey Rodgers, Grover York, Tom
Jones, Lonnie Harriss. Jestus Al-
ford and Jesse Thompson attended
the State W. O. W. Encampment at
Galveston.
Mr. and Mrs. A. E. Perry, formei
Rockdale citizens, came in from
Lawton. Okla.. to again make their
home, Mr. Perry to take charge of
the new bank.
The tendency of the fair ladies to-
ward scant and scantier dress was
attracting comment, and by request
of “some of he mothers of Rock-
dale,” The Reporter reprinted the
following versa:
Little girl, you look so small;
Don't you wear no clothes at all?
Don’t you wear a shimmy shirt?
Don’t you wear no petty skirt?
Just your corset and your hose
Are these all your underclothes?
Little girl, when on the street,
You appear to be all feet.
With your dress so very tight,
You surely are an awful sight.
Nothing on to keep you warm,
Crazy just to show your form.
Can’t you wear more underclothes
Than your corset and your hose?
After awhile, I do believe
You will dress like Mother Eve.
nets, mineral products—it will show
how if entirely isolated from the
rest of the world, Texas would go
on. being able to feed itself, its live-
stock: to clothe itself; to manufac-
ture all of the commodities neces-
sary for a people to have.
The State needs a show window
that the world might see its produce.
The State Fair of Texas shows to
the world what Texas produces.
A LONG SHADOW
An old adage to the effect that an
institution is a lengthening shadow
of some one man is true in most
respects.
Insofar as the State Fair of Tex-
as, which was organized in 1886, is
concerned, it is the lengthening
shadows of a group of men—for pri-
or to 1886 this group of men had
struggled for some thirty-five years
in an effort to organize an institu-
tion for Texas. It was in 1851 when
they first started.
The years were-trying. They per-
severed. They were successful. Be-
cause of this “stick-to-itiveness."
Texas today has the largest state
fair in the world. Texas possesses
the second largest annual exposition
in the world. Texas has a real show
window.
For years a large number of the
counties were represented in the var-
ious departments of the State Fair
of Texas. The 1932 State Fair of
Texas—this shadow of this group of
men who fought during these early
years that Texas might have this
largest state fair—will probably have
exhibits from every one of the 253
counties in this state.
The State Fair of Texas is the
siiow window of Texas.
It will show from these 253 coun-
ties—poultry, livestock, farm prod-
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+ EAGLE *
+ Miss Gladys Richards +
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Eagle, Aug. 22.—We’ve had quite
a bit of rain during the past week.
The old maxim. “When it rains it
pours.” fits us exactly. It seems that
we're always getting either too much
or too little. The high wind of
Sunday a week ago did quite a bit
of damage to the cotton, and the
rain ruined that which was blown
out on the ground.
Some of the farmers have start-
ed picking cotton and others are
gathering corn.
Pete Hanks is starting up his sy-
rup mill this morning, and from the
looks of the cane around his mill
the folks around here will have cane
syrup to add to their winter store.
Eunice Ezzell of Buckholts visited
with Gladys Richards week before
last.
Mrs. Imogene Munoz, of Dallas, is
visiting her parents, Mr. and Mrs.
J. E. Richards.
Mr. and Mrs. J. B. Richards and
laughter, Wilma Francis, of Rock-
dale, visited in the J. P. Hanks home
Sunday.
Mr. and Mrs. Harve Parker, of
Cedar Grove, La., who have been
visiting relatives here, returned to
their home Monday.
John H. Derrick and Aubrey
Bounds came up from Houston last
Thursday morning. Mrs. Derrick and
little daughter, Marjorie Anna, re-
turned home with thefn.
Mrs. B. M. Hutcherson and little
granddaughter, Wilene Alford, spent
Wednesday afternoon in the J. E.
Richards home.
and now he’s goinr; to swing another
one over the river,"
"A civil engineer?” Van Horn
looked sidewise at John. “It’s a
stiff profession; if you go through
the schools."
‘‘I guess that it’s part of that
fight; in the city.”
“You've been thinking about this
a long time?” It was a question.
“Off and on for a year, I guess.
I've been worrying. Gil. I'm not sat-
isfied. I’d hate to say it. especially
to Pug. after all he’s done for me.”
“You've told me a lot about the
Bowery. John, and a lot about the
East Side. It’s the river I'd like to
hear about.” Van Horn spoke halt-
ingly.
Well, Gil, there’s not much to
tell. My mother was everything on
he river. Now that I know more,
I realize she was not able to help
ne. Gil, she was beautiful." John’s
■ves held a far-away look. “Her
name was Harriet, Harriet Jones, oi
Haverstraw. I know, nouj. from
hat I can recall from things I
heard, Breen was not my father.
John spoke slowly. He relit his pipe
and looked off over the darkening
valley; it was late afternoon and
cloudy.
Gilbert Van Horn looked off. too,
far away. He dared not look at
John. Gilbert knew more than
John Breen.
“My mother was a good woman,
Gil. I know that.”
Of course she was, and your fa-
ther, John, he might be found," the
c :der man still looked away, his
voice was very low.
"If I found him, Gil—”
“Yes, John-the words were
expectant. The boy paused intense.
“I’d kill him!” John Breen rose
abruptly, his fists clenched, his face
flaming.
Then the two men stepped off, at
a brisk pace, down the hill toward
Greenbough Farm. Van Horn walk-
ed a pace or so behind John; tears
were in his eyes, he could not speak.
The boy started to dogtrot ahead of
him, but he did not follow as was
their custom at the end of a hike.
* * *
“Hey, Jack,” Pug pounded at
John's door a few days later. “Char-
lie’s brought up a letter from Van
Horn. A special on it, for you.’’
Pug burst into John’s room.
“Well?" Pug was expectant, as
full of curiosity a* hvp
“Read it, Pug."
“What tha—say, John. I djonft
know. What’s it about?"
"Here, let me read it. ‘Dear
John.’ It’s about a talk we had the
day before he left. “Dear John, I
have been thinking about what you
said. I won a lot on you in those
scraps, and have been trying to
figure a way in which I could use
the money. If you will enter Col-
umbia, this fall, I’ll see you through
engineering. You can pass the en-
trance. perhaps with a few condi-
tions. I'm placing a credit in Pug’s
name for five thousand, to pay the
way. Don’t hesitate to take this.
You really earned every cent of it.
Merely a little speculation of mine.
“ ‘I’m sailing on the St. Louis to-
morrow. Will be at sea when you
get the letter. Going abroad for a
few months with my niece, Jose-
phine'.”
Pug sat on the cot, looked around
the room, the rickety book shelves,
the familiar figure of his assistant.
“Great God, John, I knew them
damn books would take you, some
day.”
“Never. Pug, never,” Tears stood
in the boy’s eyes. He rose, put his
arm over the bent shoulders of the
trainer; the gray head was down.
Bug looked at the rag carpet, his
own eyes moist. John bent down
and kissed the gray hairs of Mal-
one. That tough citizen rose sud-
denly to make a swipe at him as he
ran out and down the corridor to
the showers.
For several weeks following his
admission to the schools of engi-
neering after his bout with the en-
SYNOPSIS
Johnny Breen, 16 years old, who
has spent all his life aboard a Hud-
son river tugboat plying near New
York City, is made motherless by an
explosion which sinks the tug and
tesses him into the river. He swims
and crewls ashore whore '■tarts a
new and strange life He is ignor-
ant, cannot read, and knows noth-
ing of life in a great city . . . Beaten
and chased by toughs he is rescued
by a Jewish family living off the
Bowery in the rear of their second-
hand clothing store. Here he is op-
enly courted by the young daugh-
ter. Breen fights bullies in self-de-
fense . . . and soon is picked up by
an unscrupulous manager who cheats
him—until "Pug’’ Malone at the sa-
loon-fight club, attracted to the boy,
takes him under his wing . . . On
the other side of the picture are thc-
wealthy Van Horns of Fifth Avenue.
There is a Gilbert Van Horn, last
of the great family, a bachelor, in
whose life is a ridden chapter with
his mother’s maid-—who leaves the
home—to be lost in the city life—
when Gilbert is accused ... It was
reported the maid married an old
captain of a river tug . . . rather
than return home—and was soon a
mother . . . Under Malone’s guar-
dianship young Breen develops fast.
Pug discovers the boy cannot read
—starts him to nigh; chool and the
world commences to open for John-
ny Breen . . . Malone, an old-timer,
is backed in a health-farm venture
—taking Breen with him. There
they meet and come to know Gilbert
Van Horn.
trance examinations, John Breen
moved in a strange, imponderable
world.
Then came the great day of the
flag rush between the freshmen and
sophomores and Breen’s great
strength and superb physique made
him the hero of the school. John
caught a glimpse of Gilbert Van
Horn waving to him. He stood be-
side the golden statue. “Boys, let
me down.” John kicked free and
ran across to Van Horn. A great
many people stood about. John
suddenly realized he was not on the
gym floor at Greenbough, that his
attire was not only scanty, but
scandalous; he was practically in
rags. One shoe had disappeared in
the battle, he had not noticed it
until his feet touched the stone
steps.
“Josephine, this is John Breen.
John, my ward, Josephine.”
John stood speechless. He held
the hand extended to him. Blue
eyes, laughing eyes, smiled at his
predicament. Miss Lambert was
completely aware of the striking sit-
uation as she felt the tense grip of
the hero of a college moment. Then
freshmen rushed up to John and
hoisted him clear of his embarass-
ment. He turned and waved at Jo-
sephine and Van Horn. They wav-
ed at him in return. The crowd was
scattering as Gilbert Van Horn and
his ward walked down the broad
steps to the curb. Josephine looked
at her white glove, soiled by the
fingers of John Breen. They were
silent on the ride home; Gilbert
Van Horn looked out of the window
of the ear. Josephine still felt the
tingling grip of the young man in
rags. His smile, his tousled yellow
hair, and white teeth, and his con-
fusion. and his superb arms and
body, seemed to flit across her mem-
ory. a vivid picture. He was not at
all like the John Breen she had ex-
pected to see.
That night Gilbert Van Horn sat
in the library until long after mid-
night. Josephine had played for him
that evening, she too was in a re-
flective mood, a romantic girl, a
voting tvoman ot pijrhtppn He
smoked and dreamed and planned.
Gilbert Van Horn was determined
upon a course of action in which
every atom of cleverness he possess-
ed would be required. At last he
had achieved an absorbing occupa-
tion.
Gilbert Van Horn, wiser than
most men in some matters, left John
very much to himself, except at hol-
iday periods when the two friends
met at Greenbough. As for his ward
he arranged things so she saw but
little of John Breen. The boy was
in training, so Van Horn argued,
and to break training was nothing
short of bad sportsmanship. Long
trips, visits to Newport, the social
activities of a select few in the great
city—these occupied Josephine, and
at times she pleased herself by a
long look at the full length photo-
graph of Fighting Breen, in ring
togs, taken just before his battle
with the Quaker. This stood on the
dresser in Van Horn’s room. But
the John Breen of the cold eyes,
looking straight ahead, his pompa-
dour as stiff as a shoe brush, was of
the past.
* * *
“Breen, you’re looking stale.” Har-
board of the graduate schools drop-
ped into the room of the student.
It was close to midnight and John
bent over his work table, his tired
eyes scanning a maze of formulae in
theoretical mechanics. ’’What are
you digging at?”
“Usual stuff.” John took off his
eye shade, evidently with relief. He
had plunged into the work of the
schools with determined' energy.
Feeling himself grow stale, he push-
ed onward with the utmost vigor,
actually working himself to destruc-
tion.
“I’d like to tell you something."
Harboard drew a battered briar from
his pocket and tamped down a half-
smoked charge of tobacco. He lit
thi and puffed contentedly. “Four
years—” Harboard rolled the words
over his tongue—''leading to—?”
"The degree or civil engineer,”
John sensed a quesiion and supplied
an answer.
“Leading to a complete ossifica-
tion of the mind,” Harboard con-
tinued, ignoring John’s words. “I’ve
watched you for some time, Breen,
stupidity. I’ve made a study of ed-
ucation and have practiced it on
others with some results, but what I
see here is a farce. The brain is
intended for use. not for the stow-
age of freight. The structure of the
mind needs development through
action, in thought and reason. Why,
dammit, man, they seem to be stuf-
fing you with the accumulated facts
of the ages, regardless of how, or
why, they were discovered.” Hard-
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pipe while John sat in silence.
"The worst of the whol ething is
the awful hopelessness after you are
through here. You are sweated, you
are driven and you survive. But
what do you survive for? Well, in
the course of time your strained
technical brain has to do with the
work of men.
(Continued next week)
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+ H. D. CLUB NEWS +
+ Bethlehem +
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With the Bethlehem school cam-
pus in view as a project to work
upon this club hopes to fulfill an-
other goal in beautifying the school
premises. Work will begin immedi-
especially thus last year. I’m study- , . „
ing. or am trying to study the art ately al011& th<? following plan:
o/ teaching. I came here from a
small southern college, you and nin-
ety-nine per cent of those here
would not know the place if I men-
First. County Agent George Ban-
zhaf will survey the grounds and
give instructions for terracing; sec-
ond, Mrs. Fay Curry will have charge
tic:.:cl it: one horse all the way of drawing the yard plan; third.
through, and poor. Poor, my boy,
in money.” He smoked thoughtfully
for a few minutes. “What’s back of
all .his junk?" he nodded at the
few books, sweeping his pipe over
Tie litter, “what are you going to
do?”
For a while the two mends sac ini
Miss Minnie Bartholomew, county
home agent, will have charge of the
correct plan for sodding and setting
the grass and shrubbery. Native
shrubs mostly will be used.
This project was suggested by Mrs.
Hood Caldwell, and was agreed to by
ail pre.cnt at a called mec .ng of
silence. John had tossed his eye the club on August 10 at the home
r'.adc aside and searched for a pip.'.
He had nc particular answer for che
j.ac .ion. He was going to get
through, he was getting through to,
well, to do something, but just what
he did not exactly know.
“Well. Breen, if the things you are
doing are a fair example of the
work of our schoojs of technology,
our highest schools of industrial
raining, driving you at constant ov-
erload. I don't wonder at some of
tne things we see about us. You
don’t mind mr' saying this do you?"
“No," John thought a moment. He
had an intense admiration for a
great many of his teachers, earnest
hardworking men, just, and often
of Mrs. Robert Smith. At this meet-
ing members gave reports on can-
ning. and it developed that 2715 con-
:ainers of food had been canned
since July 6, with 2846 containers
for non-club members, 60 gallons of
honey and over 100 gallons of sy-
lup had been stored away for win-
ter use, and several hundred pounds
of dried peas and beans saved. A
number reported having refitiished
old furniture, floors and woodwork
and repapering walls.
Sixteen members were present a*
this interesting meeting, and Mrs.
Fritz Doss was welcomed as a new
member. The following club mem-
bers were present: Mesdames Floyd
woefully underpaid. “You said 1 Horton, John Timmerman. Clyde Al-
sonorthing about the things we see. dridge, Burnice Justice, Hood Cald-
What, for instance?” j veil. Rush Phillips, Dot Swafford.
"Well, if you wish, failure is what i O-car Gross. D. H. Sanford. L. E.
we see—the cos;liest failure m th:
world. We see prims youth dumped
into a machine and sweated and
ground and pounded until every or-
iginal impulse and idea is packed
clown under a concentrated layer ol’
Sanford, H. C. Meyer, W H Ar-
"ington. Marvin Sessions, L. L. Brad-
ley. Robert Smith, Ray Leech and
Miss Cline Phillips.
Short Course Reports
On the evening of July 23 a num-
ber of club families met
of Mr. and Mrs. Oscar^
a joyful evening was sm
old-fashioned games of
mothers’ time. The gath*
on the lawn and a vietrol?
appropriate music. Befit
ing the guests were serv* *
ious iced drink of blackberJ1
Short Course reports an/* '
melon feast at the
Hood CaMweU on
^ mucart, events of thB '■
hem club. The front ya*L
big oaks and gas lantern]£
tion made a delightful snot S
gathering. The Short Cour j
bers so thoroughly enjoy* \
week at A. & M. CoIWmL1
wish that all Milam count f
go next year. These membI
Mesdames L. L. BradleyT?,
negay, Oscar Gross and D H
ford. ’
They reported that the
county clubs gave a bie
the Y M_ C' A- iawn Thursday (
mng of Short Course week m
ed by hundreds. Three ciub H
furnished the music for the 1]
of games. Mrs. Sanford and a v«
club girl went around and took d
collection amounting toei; J
was given to the boys Then
were directed by Mrs. Bradlev
Mrs. Kay Moore. After the jL
had been made the melons were!
and thoroughly enjoyed. 1
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+ TRACY
* Mrs. Cecil Plate
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T“acy, Aug. 22.—The rains „
made cotton picking impossible'
cently, but this week it has ope
“P again and, unless it rains
lots of cotton will be moved. „
nf the feed crops are harvested",
several families have made tb
'■'.mi Mine Mi-up for winter use,
R v. K'.-’.l\ Simmons will preach
the Baptist church on next Frid
Saturday and Sunday nights
26, 27 and 23.
Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Howard,!
Mart, spent Sunday in the D|
Gilleland home.
Mrs. T. C. Stephens has had|
visitors last week her brother.
Denham, and family her mod
Mrs. Haven, and sister. Miss
dred Little, of Brownwood,
Mesdames Lena Sanders
children spent last week in Tha
dale in the Edgar Sanders
where Mrs. F. M. Purvis is cij
cally ill. Her condition is not
proved.
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dale, is visiting her daughter,
Jim Bartlett.
Mrs. Peart Smith spent last
in Maysfield with her broth
Stewart and H. H. Hartsfield.
UNEQUAL REGULATION IN
TRANSPORTATION CAUSES
DISORDER AND CONFUSION
• The instability, confusion and disorder which unrestrained truck trans-
portation has brought about is responsible in large measure for much of the
distress in which all business finds itself today. Texas has moved to find
a remedy and all concerned in the welfare of this state and its institutions
should cooperate in the effort to restore stability and order to our trans-
portation systems.
The Texas Railroads, in these advertisements, have endeavored to
place before the people of this state some of the reasons why the existing
laws, regulating motor transportation, should be upheld and enforced.
1. The railroads are necessary for the successful marketing of the
enormous production of this state, which is used and consumed in every
other state in the union.
Uniform, published, non-discriminatory transportation service rates
are essential to the orderly conduct and welfare of business.
Unregulated truck transportation inevitably results in discriminatory
charges and practices, rebating, unfair and unbusinesslike competitive
methods, bringing about losses and commercial insecurity.
The wholesaler, jobber, retailer and local merchant suffer from the
unfair competition of truckers and peddlers who, for the most part, are
non-residents, pay no taxes and contribute nothing to the community
welfare.
The farmer and agricultural producer must have at his command
facilities adequate to transport crops and produce which move long dis-
tances in large volume, at low cost, by rail.
2. The railroads build and maintain their own roadways, pay heavy
taxes for the support of state and municipal governments and institutions,
and expend millions of dollars for payrolls, materials and supplies- Rail-
road workers are substantial citizens, home owners, and valued members
of their communities.
3. Rail transportation is the most efficient and economical in existence
for the movement of traffic in volume by land.
4. Texas highways belong to the people and are built and maintained
at heavy cost. Their use for commercial purposes is a privilege, not a
right. They should be kept safe for general use and not prematurely
destroyed by heavy trucks.
5. The stability, security and orderly conduct of business require
reasonable control and regulation of aH transportation agencies.
THE TEXAS RAILROADS
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Cooke, John Esten. The Rockdale Reporter and Messenger (Rockdale, Tex.), Vol. 60, No. 28, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 25, 1932, newspaper, August 25, 1932; Rockdale, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth742681/m1/4/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Lucy Hill Patterson Memorial Library.