The Hennessey Clipper. (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 13, No. 41, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 5, 1903 Page: 2 of 8
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V
AN OLD-TIME Gr?CWLfcR.
I never like the springtime—tht weather'*
most too bright.
An' I've got no chance f« r howlln' ar.'
growlin' It-f an' right;
The w.'ter tlm« Is belli r, but winter will
not stay;
Hut thank the Lord the summer U i.-MZsIn'
on the way!
asked, halting beside ti.e bed and loo*- J "This shack will unstrr the Con-
ing down at him. oordian's purpose very well," an-
"I i.h&ll do well enough. Miss Viand- .wered liny. It nettle ! him to be re-
ingharo, thank you, answered Guy. I lerrerd to in such a generic manner.
"1 hope so," she said, formally, after | "Ity Jove," interposed the squire,
when vou're able t* come to Willow-
bending her blue eves on him for1
space. Then she turned to her father
and his companion, who were just en-
tering. "Mr. Herbert says he think>
Per it's them I'm hard to beat . . ... . . ,, . , „ ,
li j.-rowlin' at ti., h. it. , he will get along all right, father, * sh
A:, ft-ayin' watermelons air only bitter- | added
sweet!
I J(.*t wuz born fer growlin', no matter
how it go on.
To pick the world to pieces, find a thorr.
with every rose;
The sunshine is too biindln', the winter h j
too col',
Ar.' the thunder, t o my thin kin', is too reek
less in its roll!
Oh, I'm mighty bard to beat
rir.dln' fault with cold and heat;
1 hi- world's u peach. 1 reckon, but it's onl>
bllter-sHiet!
i were getting carried away but 1 gues
j this little incident will bring them up
j with a round turn, 'l'oo bud, though,
j that you had to be the victim."
! Vlandingham addressed himself to
If a fiery heavenly chariot should come for man who had entered the room
me to-day
I'd want to stop at stations, takln' ice In
on the way;
An', larded safe in glory. I hain't got any
doubt
I d grew! about th climate till the good
saints turned me «ut!
TI rn, where every growler goes—
\Vh* r#• w e meet our friends an' foe*.
I'd growl about the weather till they
drowned me with the hose!
— F L. Star.ton. In Atlanta Constitution.
I Jhtis Friend,
The Enemy
By WILLIAM WALLACE COOK
Author cf ' Rci Butt? Spur c*
Necessity. Mr. Fitt, Astrciog-r.' etc
view you're going to come, even if I
have to order out the Invlncibles."
Miss Hetty turned on her father in
a flash.
"The Invincibles have already had
"(ilad to hear that." responded Mr. their nr. . r- to disband," she ex-
VInii<1 itiRfliii11■, heartily. Stepping up claimed. "Haven't they done mischief j nibbling :lt
to the bed he reached down and enough? Krom now on 1 shall do my
pressed liuy's hand. "I'm sorry, con- utmost to conciliate the Concord peo-
foundedly sorry, this has happened, pie, and yon are to help inc. father.
Herbert, he went on. "Our people 1 have a plan which we will discuss on
our way back.'*
The squire east a half-humorous
glance at (iuy and bowed humbly.
"Of course, Hetty, of course." said
he. and they started out.
Before she had reached the door
Miss Hetty halted and facet! Guy once
more.
"V« u will hear from us ngain. Mr.
Herbert." she observed. "Harney will
sta\ here to help care for you."
"You are very considerate." said
tiuy, "but 1 can manage to struggle
v.g without Harney."
"Nevertheless he stays!" declared
with him. "Dr. Larkin, this is Mr
Herbert. Please tell us what you
think of his wound."
| If one might judge from the way h*
I went about his work. Dr. Larkin knew
j his business thoroughly.
j "You're worth a dozen dead men. Mr
Herbert," smiled the doctor, turning
| away to open his medicine case a- .
i draw out some lint and bondages a: d
1 a polished probe. "You'll have to lie
still for a few days and take life quiet-
ly for some time after you get up and n t gi\e the young man
around." He laid the lint and ban-
dages to one side and drew a chair
close to the bedside. "I'm going to
hurt you now." he resumed, leaning
over. "I know exactly where that bul-
let is and it's got to come out, you
know."
'tio ahead." said Guy.
The doctor "went ahead" w ith a ven-
cceded I.andy, growing confidential
•'vote for Harmony and I'll see thai
you get three good lots for doing it."
"Did Vlandingham send you to me?*'
"Not exactly; but I've got an under
standing with him "
" There's a pointer for you, Mr. TTer-
b« rt." said W hit taker, w inking at Guy
"Don't you know, Abe," lie audid,ad
dressing his cousin, "that Mr. Herbert
is a Concord man?"
"Heard he was," replied Landy,
plug of tobacco. "I'll
set* that he gets three lots, too, if
he'll only vote for Harmony."
(iuy smiled.
"Why," said he, "I've got about
twelve hundred lots in Concord, Mr.
Landy."
"So I'm told," responded the un-
ruffled I.andy. "Hut the hull twelve
hundred won't be worth three Har-
mony lots after the election."
"I don't think 1 can accept your
ofTer even if that is a fair statement
of the ease." Just then Guy had a
bright thought. "There are 113 voters
in \mityvillc. aren't there, Mr. Lan-
dy?" he asked.
"Fifteen," corrected Landy, "and
I carry every vote in my pocket.
ilints for the Coming Summer Season
OMEN are proverbially I thing be possible, white will be more
ahead of the limes in the used the coming summer than ever
Hetty did
parting
\\ rd. a backward glance or even a
smile. Guv thought of this gloomily,
for naturally he could not know how
absorbed Miss Hetty had btpoiQfi ir.
.lie plan she had suddenly evolved and
which she was going to talk over with
her father. This plan had to do with
the policy of reconciliation and with
;he relet'-e of Col. Keever. The lat-
AepTri* ; , ixl. br the S > >! •
CHAPTER XVI.—Contint FI>
How is he getting al >r.g?" askev'
' i t. Hlne riding close to the men
who were carrying (iuy.
"lie hasn't tiiezed an eyelid," re-
1 • <i Harney, who was one of the si* his hand and dropped the bullet on a
had be*n table that hail been placed at his el-
geanee His bright probe sank into the ter, . > M ; - s Petty was planning the
wound, the blood flowed afresh and matter, should be freed and presented
(iuy st iiTened out as lie lay, ground his with an olive branch for delivery t<
teeth together and clutched the side of the people of Concord.
the bed with his fingers. Miss Betty Guy heard ti e hoofbeats of the
voiced a little cry and left the room, horses die suddenly away in the dis-
In a little time the doctor raised up tance and he imagined that even so
with his ensanguined instrument in was Miss Hetty passing out of his life.
n.l who imagined that h<
watching (;uv very closely.
'You're mistaken. Harney," spoke
Uj Guy, his eyes wide open.
"How do you feel, Herbert?" in
«j ir d the captain in tones of inex-
I 'eshible relief.
"As well as can be expected, cap
t. m." Guy lifted himself slightly and
saw that his coat and vest were un-
buttoned and that, tight across his
wound ami over his blood-stained
shirt had been bound a scarf of silki
'Whose house is that over there?'
he asked, pointing.
" That's Sile Whit taker's place." an-
swered the captain
"lake me there, please." said (Iuy.
dropping back on the blanket.
"'We've got orders t< carry you to
I trniony, to the squire's," returnee
the captain.
"It seems t« me that I am the one
v. !.o ought to be consulted," mur
inured Guy. weakly.
He was in much pain but he could
probably have weathered out the
longer journey to the (juire's had
ctr.inustanees been difTerent. Just
ii' a he preferred any other haven
tJ.;«n Willow view.
See here, Herbert," demurred the
e: jUuiii, his brow wrinkled pcr-
| \«<!!y, "Miss Ylandin^liaiu ha-
gun* n to make things ready f« r .
\ i r reception at the hotise. She's
-ipl Jo have a doctor there, too.
If I don't bring you I'll be ruhed
• v t\e coals and 1 think l'\e had
i :« til a ti my share of that already.
J'u \- u:*sclf in my place, can't you?"
yourself in mine, captain."
I iiU), his eyes closed and hi« |
fate t \ i-riling with pain.
The <v. ptaiu felt that he under
stood tlieo. Herbert was not able
(- rried farther than Whitta
"M i or," said the captain to a man
w i > cared above the saddle like !
I Quixote over the back of K i
n. . ,e "ride on to the squire'-, ami
t.- Miss l'etty that Herbert gave
• t and we couldn't get him past
\ rtaker's. Hritig the doctor post
"Good for you, Herbert!" he ex-
claimed. "That is about as painful a
thing as a doctor can do for a man."
"He nevt r groaned once," mur-
Hc would lose her and he would lose
the county seat. Hefore his vision
passed a host of migratory structures,
stores and dwellings, mounted upon
broad-tired wheels and drawn by in-
numerable teams of horses. Col.
Keever was on the roof of the Blizzard
inured the admiring Barney, who had building with a spyglass laying the
come in with Silas Whittaker.
"You're all right, Mr. Herbert,"
averred W hit taker. "1 couldn't have
stood it better myself."
The wound was then dressed, an !
Guy, thankful to have the ordeal over,
released his tense muscles and fell
back, white, trembling aud numb with
the shock.
"You're a Concord man with liar
inony grit. Herbert," smiled Vlanu
ham.
His daughter reappeared just in
time to hear the words. Coming
near the bed, she pushed her hands
through her father's arm and direct-
ed her blue eyes at Guy. He returned
her gaze steadily.
Did he read sympathy in her look?
And was there nothing else in it but
sympathy? He was no weakling and
courses for the long caravan tliat
bobbed behind. Pettibone and little
Alee dr ve their own domicile with
the high stepper between the shafts
and. as this home drifted past, the
sheriff w inked derisively. One by one
tin buildings rolled by. in dreamy re-
view. and the spot where Concord had
been was desolated as by some com-
prehensive cyclone Guy saw himself,
forlorn and utterly alone, wandering
among hi> vacant lots, bewailing the
h • - of the e. ntv seat, and of the
girl he loved, and then—
And then merciful oblivion blotted
•ut the visii n and he slept dreamlfess-
Iv and the -lumber did him more srood
than all the medicines in the world.
mMl
II \ ^-diS±Sa-.
\ thi
"AHE YOU BETTER. MR HERBERT?
tin
response
t of him-
never had been. He did not want pity
from anyone, especially from this fair
girl whom he loved! For sometime
he had hesitated to acknowledge in
his ow n heart the depth of his esteem
for Mis* Hetty. Their meetings had
been few. and. for the most part, un-
der stress of peril to one or ti e other.
And behold, this was Guy's first ex-
perience with the tender pas< ■ n' A
first love springs like Minerva from
the head of Zeus; or, better ^* ill. lii.e
Aphr . ite from the sea These callow
beginnings of the old. old tale are for
the most part as substantial as a
child's bubble—just about; yet occa-
sionally, be it known, men and women
have ideals and will strike their col-
ors the very moment the ideal comes
0 the squire's but he doesn't feel j into their lives Guy 1 ad met his ideal
■ to travel any further Will you and had surrendered his heart. He
• him in?" I was not doubtful of himself; if he had
'.ot if he's one of your folks," ' ffiy doubt at all it w.,- f Miss Hetty,
itered W'hittaker, whose house AH at onr<' remembered the hap-
just then on the Concord side j penings at l.ake Elizabeth and of the
he farm. sorry plight in which they had left
Veil, he's a Concord man," said 'n ^'lss Hetty s mind. When he
. p|ain- grimly. began to talk with the view of leading
Ml.' thro. Sile Whittaker is I to an ''splanation, he was frowned
1 the under dog every time, and if
, cap'n," was th
major shook o
Relinquishing to a companion
•• h-tr-e he was leading, he rattled
spurs and was off at speed.
<>n'y a few minutes were required
carry (iuy to Whittaker's shack
it taker w as a bachelor and im-
mediately came forth to welcome the
' • ineibles.
"What you got there, Blue?" he
. *t, nodding his head toward Guy.
\ wouuded man, Whittaker."
"1 heard shootin' off south, a spell
. i. Did he get in the way of it?"
"Yes. We had orders to take him
CHAPTER XVII
For a week after Guy had taken
; fuire at Sile Whittaker's nothing of
loment happened. The doc:or came
egularly and Mr. Vlandingham occa-
onally came with him. The squire
fancied that an urdercur-
raint permeated his good
mes. During those sew :
ung man neither saw nor
Miss Betty. Her fa-
on of her— studious-
as Guy imagined—and pride re-
a ned the ir.■. uiries which Guy often
i at the end of his tongue.
This reticence ai.d seeming neglect
itirt him. f r he yearned to set M
i'ettv right concerning that fatefn
neeting i the sh >re of Lake Eliza-
ie (iuy fretted much ovei
s course his true love was
this did not interfere Wit),
nproveinent.
>wing Saturday found hin
up and walk with a cane
house and out of doors,
here Whittaker always had a com-
•rtable ehair ready in shade of
ie house. Harnt \ was g< *.« by this
rne. and Whittaker himself wa«- a'
c. ng t<
ents oc
ed th-
wl
t
thoughts from Mi
The first of th'
do w th Abe Land;
Landy w as a cousi
and drove over re
to argue the polit.
Mr. Lardy was
of his guest.
:aturdav two in-
h effectually re-
r:. of Quy's ' •
Look his brooding
-s Hetty.
se im idents had to
, of AmityvfTIi Mt
1 of Sile Whittaker's
fularly once a week
cal quest ion.
i florid man with s
matter of clothes. It
during the long evenings
of the late winter thar
they give attention to the
garments for the coining summer,
and Dame Fashion Ls accommodating
in that she sets the styles far enough
ahead so to afford the home dress-
maker an opportunity to do this.
Of course the woman who patron-
izes her modiste, and who "toils not
neither does she spin," has not the
need of this early rush in order that
she and her family of daughters may
be suitably clad when the warm days
arrive*. So it is for the benefit of the
toiling mother who must needs be
before. Pale blue, green and ecru
will be deservedly popular, but white
will predominate, liatlste is one of
the favorite materials, either embroi
dered or plain. Shirring will be much
lVj . .. .... . ll e population of the village is 33,
tr.es •re uood by, my boy. for the < , , • „
p-esent " * * countin men, women and children.
l'hcv left then and Mi
fringe of carroty whiskers about his
plump face. Guy and Whittaker were
seated out of doors when h drove
along in his tw -w heeled cart.
"He
<: \. S,
Mr. I.
•ame tc
HI, A In
Whit-
er tc
>th<
V,'' - from Concord he's welcome to the
l • I've got. Bring him in, bring
1 i-.u r _rht in."
>ile Whittaker's shack was small
m d it s furniture, what there was of it,
v • very primitive, but the young man
4 >u'id not have been made more of had
I he house been a palace and Sile Whit
taker a grandee.
Sftt r seeing that Guy was as com-
f. i it able as possible, ('apt. Blue and hi.-
i vincibles galloped away, leaving
t'irne.\ behind to be of what assist
ii.' cc he could.
The v had not been gone long befor
Mis- i.etty catne, a<*compaiiied b\ he;
father and a nober-anpearing gentle
i .an v.ho carried • iiiccieine case un
t r hl> arm. Mis Hetty was first it
\ rot#in w hen (in\ In \
"Ai j uu i ' ei, Mi I!• ; i i ; ;,t
down by the doctor
"Don't converse," interrupted the
medical gentleman; "don't move,
either. Simply lie as comfortably as
you can and rest. I'll come out and
see you again this evening."
Closing his medicine case with a de-
cisive snap, the doctor tucked it under
his arm and went out.
"As soon as you can, Mr. Herbert."
said Miss Hetty, "you are to come to
Willow v iew."
"I shall do well enough here, Miss
Vlandingham," retorted Guy, "but 1
thank you for the invitation."
"People must not say that the Har-
mony people almost killed a Con-
cordian and then left him to sliift for
himself in a bare little shack like
this."
sile Whittaker bad left the room
• ith the doctor or Miss Hen \ uotthl
ever have u tile this re., .i
taker.
"Came ovi
about ready to live on tli
of the farm. Sile."
"If that's all you came for don't
stop; just keep inovin'."
"No. >ir," s.i d Landy, jumping dofn
and tying bis horse. "1 think too
much of wo;, gile, to abandon yon t<.
your foolishness."
Landy came forward, was irtro
duced to Guy and another chair >vas
brought from the house. In \ain did
Whittaker seek to divert the conversa-
tion to the weather, the crops, the do-
ings of the territorial legislature, or
what not; Landy always swerve ! back
to the county question.
"The work I've laid out for nnsrlf,'
observed Landy, "is winnin' you ovei
to vote for Harmony. Elect ion day b
eomin', Sile; and I don't want you ti
throw away your vote."
"You're the worst man I ever sn t<
stick and hani;," returned Whittakei
petulantly "If I'm going to thro
awa\ tn\ vote by easting jt for Con
cord, what do you caret**
I 1 1 ' t yv: i t to se" you do a thi'
11 bt orij for. Look here," piM
"How many Harmony lots did Mr.
\ landingham give you for turniug
these votes to his side?"
Landy jumped.
"What makes you think he gave <
me any?" he asked, warily.
"1 m sure he did. lie must have
g:\cn y« i a good many, it strikes me
for Amityville is the key to the situ-
ation."
ou're right about our town be-
ing the key to the situation. Our
votes will settle the county seat
business—no doubt about that."
(To De Continued ]
BLESSING THE LAMBS.
lutfrenting Feature* of n Singular
c eremony Thai in \nniially Per-
formed lit n Church in Rome.
The church of St. Agnes outside the
walls at Home was tilled to its utmost
limits by a large crowd, eager to wit-
ness the ceremony of the blessing of
the lambs, says the Tablet. At the
conclusion of the high mass the little
lambs were brought in and laid upon
the altar. 1 hey rested on damask
cushions in separate baskets with
jheir tiny limbs tied up in red and
blue ribbons. Their equanimity is
usually disturbed by the ordeal of
passing through the crowd to the
altar, and they bleat a plaintive re-
monstrance against the rough usage
to which they are subjected. Frag-
ments of their gay ribbons are torn
away and portions of their snowy
fleece rudely plucked out by people
anxious to carry away a souvenir of
their benediction. This year, how-
ever, the crowd was more merciful
and the little creatures were gently
stroked as they were borne past.
After the blexing the abbot deliv-
ered the lambs to the first master of
ceremonies of the Lateran Hiscilica,
who, as soon as the ceremony was
over, took them to the Vatican to
present them to his holiness. The
holy father sent them immediately to
ti e deaii of the Sacra Kota, who in
1 turn handed them over to the
nuns of the monastery of St. Cecily
in the Trastevere. They become the
property of the nuns. About Easter
they are shorn of their beautiful
white fleece, which is given to the
pope. His holiness commissions his
prefect of ceremonies to have the
wool woven into palliutns, which are
ble.-sed on the vigil of the feast of
I'eter and Haul and then placed
in an urn in the confession of St.
Peter's Hascilica over the body of the
apostle. They are sent "de corpore S.
1'etri." the first shepherd of the Uni-
versal church, to metropolitans to be
worn as a symbol of their share in
r! . plenary jurisdiction of the chief
shepherd over the whole flock of
Christ.
She mi ted **£<|uniih.**
The fashionable physician had told
hi- patient what he thought was nec-
e>sary to restore her to complete
health after the wear and tear of a
hard social season. She was to take
a brief southern trip, give up all so-
cial pleasures for awhile and diet with
moderate prudence.
She looked thoughtful and took in all
hi.- advice, \fter he had told her what
to eat and what to avoid she spoke for
the first time.
•• \ir! how about squash, doctor?" she
asked.
"Squash?" he repeated, with a tone
of surprise in his voice. "Of course,
you may eat it if you want to. I didn't
supp >- e you cared for it."
"K it it?" she repeated, in disgust.
"I don't want to eat it, but I want to
play it."
The physician flushed slightly, re-
marked that he had so little time for
sport that he could not keep up with
all the new games, and told her to play
it all she wanted to.—X. Y. Sun.
>ot I'rlv llejised.
The man had reached his hand
through the wire grating and had it
on a stack of bills when the paying
teller turned and caught him.
"Great mackerel!" cried the teller,
as he grabbed the hand, "you've got
no license to do that. You must
think you're the cashier of this
ha tik."—Ch ieago Post.
A* Kvplitlned.
Waiter What kinii of soup will you
have?
Guest Chicken soup—and have it
plain.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Without any feathers in it."—Chi*
rago Daily Xews.
Don't Wnnt to Know.
"Half the world doesn't know how
the c ther half lives."
"And neither half cares!"—San Fran
i cibco Bulletin.
If -V .
GOWN OF EMBROIDERED BATISTE
Wl\ VB,
dJ qC lev,'
A COMBINATION OF LACE AND SHIRRING
in evidence this season—it adds u
quaint, pretty touch to a frock that
is much sought after.
And now for a few lines regarding
some of the early models seen in the
city shops. One model shows a gown
of embroidered batiste, white, with
a triple skirt, which will be much in
vogue. The bodice is untrimmed save
by embroidery, and a sash of flow-
ered ribbon may be added with good
effect if it is desired.
Another white gown, a picture of
which is given herewith, shows an at-
tractive combination of lace and shir-
her own and her daughter's modiste j ring.
if new gowns are to be had that 1 Still another model is in ecru ba
these early hints of coming style- tiste trimmed with net. Th3 net is
are given. further ornamented by an applique
At first a hint or two as to colors, of lace roses placed with good effect
materials and trimming. If such a i upon the net.
The Decollete Gown in Many Forms
—s^/
FLOWER
CHOJX
UN
SILK
;nt) (tom
iPHAY
iOflTTHINO
fOH
\RTISTIl
GIDL
Nlth
£
I1E above illustrations give
uu excellent iileu of the
many phases of the decol-
lete gown as it is now
known. Not for many
years has the decollete
gown been so popular as this sea-
son. Trite, they have been worn, but
it has b«en only by those who had n
tiifiire tl.at would look well in them
A pluino neck and shoulders have 1
been necessary in the past. Now this 1 Is standing
is chan«ed by what the French style I "The waist was made of lettuce
the nouveau art neck, and a Frcnoh green crepe over taffeta. It was laid
dressmaker has described it by say- in tiny tucks across the back, while
... li, win finished with open
art neck is just what stitching, like wide fagot stitches
vlwT',.""1' ,'"V! 1? r'M "Th' >"ke, Which was a depone.
tlK; "rt "f at thing* was all made of lace of the fillet vu-
in a latural way, the art of nppiy- ricty. a lovelv design on net and
.' * ■mpersonlstio touches to dres, der this design there was
also great capabilities of spoiling
such good looks as she hud.
I took the youug woman, who
must be nameless, and dressed her :-i
one of the new materials, a brocaded
crepe in a shade of lettuce green. 1
chose a heavy lining to make it cling,
us so many of the new dresses now
do, and I made it long enough for
that artistic twist around the knees
which is so good to behold when oni
has mime in, and dretsmal
whe-e tire hastening to employ it in
the ^linking of their gowns."
11 it the real secret of this new art
nec'i is lis application to all kiiid.s of fon edged with white ribbon
hg'res and faces. With a little with a little roll
study as to possibilities and results around the shoulde
UPy wo™D ra.[ " dW"!lele the work was not vet com-
lo Illustrate these po.aib.li- j plete The girl did not hiok suffi-
•ientlv picturesque. Klie needed the
sign there was *>et in a
very lustrous piece of white satin
* hen, above the yoke—for it was dec-
• llete- the waist was draped in fichu
style, with two deep rutHei of chif-
aod
or crush of chiffon
t's the same French dressmaker
said of one of his patron? whose fnce
"is pretty only In certain lights:
"She lacked expression and h"r
"-es «ere lifted at the corners to
nake them almost Japanese in slant
I'hey were like long dark slit,, in hi r
ace, while her mouth was b. wed in
peculiar way w hiyh might I . l ai -
iful or it might be ugly. I here were
t no-sibili:ic! in her dre ami
new art touch. So across one shoul-
der I Hung n garland of Tom Thumb
roses and at the bust I fastened thu
ends ill a bunch uf green stems. The
ruses hungr down the back and ot the
end of the garland was caught just
at the middle of the back of the
wui-i. I he re.-ult was perfect ami
the yirl became beautiful."
l.l.I.KN OJMONDK.
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The Hennessey Clipper. (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 13, No. 41, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 5, 1903, newspaper, March 5, 1903; Hennessey, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc105112/m1/2/: accessed April 18, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.