The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 19, No. 35, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 14, 1909 Page: 2 of 8
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WHAT THE DOLLIES HAD.
Small Wonder That the Little Mothw
Was Really Alarmed.
C. H. Miller, Pub.
OK I. A.
Hard Times Force Millennium.
The panic In October, 1907, caused
Immediately a very heavy fall in the
traffic and gross earnings of the rail-
roads of the United States. Many lines
were reduced over night, as it wore,
from prosperity to the danger of bank-
ruptcy. In this emergency the man-
agements turned to the employes for
help. The employes, out of a sense of
loyalty, as well as for their own pro-
tection, were glad to give it. The story
of the way vice-presidents, general
managers and superintendents, con
ductors, en gin em en and engine wipers j
labored shoulder to shoulder during
the past year to keep railroad ex
penses below railroad earnings is an
interesting and picturesque chapter in
the history of American railroad trans-
portation, declares Technical World
Magazine. During prosperity bicker-
ing between managements and em-
ployes was chronic. Adversity quickly
made them see that their interests
wore mutual and interdependent.
It Is said of Harry Barnato, the
South African "diamond king" who
died in Ixindon a few days ago, that he
never "grew up" to his wealth, his ex-
penditures being a curious mingling of J
extravagance and penuriousness. The j
same was true, it is related, of his i
brother, llarney I3arnato, who died
some time ago. As an example of
Harry's peculiarity It Is related that j
he once kept a $5,000 automobile idle !
for months because he could not find
a chauffeur for less than 30 shillings
a week. He dressed handsomely, but
fought his tailor in the courts for
months over 36 cents. He allowed his
ten-dollar a-week clerks to "stand him
for drinks" without any return. This
characteristic is probably accounted
for by the fact that the brothers were i
very poor in their youth and had to j
count their pennies. The habit of
thought calling for careful expenditure [
in small things became so fixed that It J
never left them.
"I Own It," He Says.
Joseph C. Lir&colrfc
Author of "Capn Eri" Tartness of the Tide"
CoprBiottr /S07 A i5 BAH/teS ess Co/i/wir
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Illustrations by T.D.Ncimll
The officials of the department of
agriculture at Washington are giving
much attention to the matter of soil
fertility in the United States. The re-
sult of the investigation is interesting
as serving to show that the farmers'
chances are not lessened by any de-
crease in such fertility. Of the farming
lands of the country, placed at 838,591,-
774 acres, it Is stated that the yield of
cereals has increased, and the conclu-
sion reached is that soil resources are
practically inexhaustible. Whatever
lack exists in some respects may be
supplied through the use of fertilizers,
of which there is an abundance. This,
taken in connection with the improved
methods of farming coming into use so
rapidly, is assurance of indefinite pros-
Verity for agriculture.
Mr. Cortelyou is perhaps right In
tjjnking the disbursements of govern-
ment money should be passed on by a
competent general head before they go
to congress to be voted on, just as
would be done in any well-managed
business house before funds were paid
out, but what reason has he to think
that a Joint committee of revision
would be any more free from pressure
than the present appropriations com-
mittees? What would seem to be
needed is a finance minister or a com-
mittee made up of men skilled in finan-
cial affairs. But, asks the Indianapolis
Star, would congress ever vote to
have its chance for getting appropria-
tions hindered in this way?
Apropos of the "centenary habit," It
has recently been suggested that In-
stead of celebrating the year of a
man's birth or death, we commemorate
the date of his great achievement—aa,
In the case of Tennyson, that of the
publication of "In Memoriam." Of
course^he difficulty in the way Is that
people seldom agree on the achieve-
ment; and generally it is safer to com-
memorate events that took In many
men. Nobody has ever questioned, for
example, that it is worth while to cele-
brate the Fourth of July.
Lucas Jacobsz, known to the world
as Lucas Van Leyden, painter and en-
graver, when he had barely reached
his ninth year, made some engravings
after his own designs; at 12 painted
his well-known "St. Hubert," and at 14
gave out an engraving representing
the killing of the monk Sergius by Ma-
homet. At 39 ho was dead with a r&
markable record of achievement be
hind him, a life unfortunately wherein
the promise of his youth was by no
The member of the German relch-
stag who declared that one of the
high officials of the government had
received his appointment at th« hands
of the emperor because he—the ap-
pointee—was a good pig raiser, will
probably not be perverse enough to
deny that a good pig raiser is all
right in his place.
One Gotham hotel shelters % 10,000
worth of pet dogs. The guests need
not go outside for a plentiful Infusion
of bark and whine in their systems.
Mr. Solomon Pratt began comical nar-
ration of story. Introducing well-to-do
Nathan Scudder of his town, and Edward
Van Brunt and Martin Hartley, two rich
New Yorkers seeking rest. Because of
latter pair's lavish expenditure of money,
Pratt's first impression was connected
with lunatics. The arrival of James
Hopper, Van Brunt's valet, gave Pratt
the desired information ubout the New-
Yorkers. They wished to live what they
termed "The Natural I.ife." Van Brunt,
it was learned, was the successful suitor
for the hand of Miss Atenes Page, who
gave Hartley up- "The Heavenlies" hear
a long story of the domestic woes of
Mrs. Hannah Jane Purvis, their cook and
maid of all work. Decide to let hfr ko
and engage Sol. Pratt as chef. Twins
agree to leave Nate Scudder's abode and
begin unavailing search for another
domicile. Adventure at Fourth of July
celebration at Eastwich. Hartley rescued
a boy, known as "Reddy," from under a
horse's feet and the urchin proved to be
one of Miss Page's charges, whom she
had taken to the country for an outing.
Miss Page and Hartley were separated
during a fierce storm, which followed the
picnic. Out sailing later. Van Brunt,
Hartley. Pratt and Hopper were wrecked
in a squall.
"She never said no such thing," I
says. "She wouldn't swear if he was
her husband four times over; she
ain't that kind. And she ain't his wife
nor his sister nor his sister-in-law
nor his grandmother's cat's aunt neith-
er. She's no relation to him and
neither's the boy. Who's been giving
you all this rigmarole?"
It seems he'd heard it from a feller
that lived next door to Ebenezer; and
the feller had heard It from somebody
else that had got It from somebody
else and so on and so on. Nigh's I
could find out It had started from
Hartley's telling me that the boy was
a "brother outcast." Some Idiot with
poor ears and worse brains had
thought he said "brother Oscar," and
the whole string of yarns had sprout-
ed from that. Shows you what good
Boil there Is for planting lies down
our way. If lies was fetching ten
cents a barrel the whole neighborhood
would have been rich years ago.
All the time me and Nate was pow-
wowing this way the yawl was sailing
up the bay towing my skiff behind
her. There was a nice fair wind and
a smooHi sea and 'twas so clear after
the rain that we could see the hills
across the bay. But no sign could
we see of the Dora Ilassett nor her
passengers. I was getting more wor-
ried every minute.
We cruised along till we got abreast
of the point from where the Old
Home pier was In sight. Hut the
sloop wa'n't at the pier. No use going
any farther, so we come about and
begun to beat back again the way
we'd come. Scuddsr was worried
too, but his worrlment had caught him
in the pocketbook; proves how dis-
ease will always get hold of a feller's
"Look here, Sol," says he; "do you
cal'late Hartley '11 want to stay to
my house If his chum's drowned?"
"I don't know," I says, Impatient.
"No, I guess not."
"Well now, he agreed to take it for
a month and there's five days to run
j yet. Ain't he liable for them days?"
! he says.
| I was feeling Just mean enough to
want somebody else to feel that way,
| so I answers:
"Well, you can't hold a lunatic,
'cording to law. And you and Huldy
Ann have agreed that he's crazy."
I He thumped the boat's rail. "Crazy
or not," says he, "I can't afford to lose
them days. I shan't give him back
! none of his money." Then he thought
a minute and begun to see a speck
! of comfort. "Maybe the shock of
| t'other toiler's drowning 11 maka him
sick," he says. "Then he'll have to
stay longer than the month."
Trust Nate Scudder to see a silver
llni g to any cloud—and then rip
out the lining and put it in his
By this time he was beating in to-
wards where the Neck Road comes
down to the beach. And there on the
shore was a feller hailing us. And
when we got close In it turned out
to be Hartley himself.
He was glad enough to see me, but
when he found that Van and Lord
James had turned up missing he was
in a state. He'd been kind of scared
when we didn't come back during the
night and had walked down to the
beach in the morning to see if he
could sight us.
We headed off shore again. Nate
watched Hartley pretty close and I
suppose when he seen that the Twin
didn't show any symptoms of getting
sick, he begun to worry again. He
got out a piece of pencil and an old
envelope and commenced to figure.
"Mr. Hartley," says he, after awhile;
about them lady friends of yours
over to Eastwich. Do you cal'late
they're going to like where they are?
Seems to me a place that's as easy
to run away from as that ain't the
best place for a boys' school. If they
was on an island now, the scholars
couldn't run off. I know a nice island
they could have cheap. Fact Is, I
own it—that is, Huldy owns It; it's
in her name. That's it over there."
Hartley didn't answer. I looked
where Nate was pointing.
"Oh!" says I. "Horsefoot Bar.
That's a healthy place for a school.
Might do for a reform school maybe,
if you wa'n't particular how the re-
forming was done."
HorBefoot Bar is a little Island about
five miles from the Old Home House,
a mile and a half from the mainland,
and two foot from the jumplng-off
place. By the help of Providence, de-
cent weather, a horse, two whips, and
a boat, you can make it from Well-
mouth depot in three hours. And
when you have made it, you can set
In the sand and hang on to your hat
and listen to the lonesomeness. I'd
forgot that Scudder owned it. When
him and I sailed up that morning we'd
passed it on the outside; now we was
between it and the beach.
"It's a nice dry place," says Nate,
arguing, "and you might live there
forever and nobody could run away."
"Humph!" says I, thinking of some-
thing I'd seen In a newspaper; "Hell's
got all them recommendations."
Hartley was looking at the Bar now.
All to once he grabbed me. by the
arm and pointed.
"Sol," he says, "what's that stick-
ing up over the point there? There,
behind those trees? Isn't it a boat's
I iooked, and looked once more.
From where we was you could see a
part of Horsefoot Bar that was out of
sight from the rest of the bay. As
I say, I looked. Then I gave the tiller
a shove that brought the boom across
with a slat. It took Nate's hat with
it and cracked him on the bald spot
like thumping a ripe watermelon. Nate
grabbed for the hat and I drove the
yawl for Horsefoot Bar. I'd Bpied the
Dora Bassett's mast over the sand-
In a Jiffy we Ree her plain. She was
lying on her side in a little cove, Just
as the tide had left her. Her canvas
was down in a heap, partly on deck
and partly overboard, but she didn't
seem to be hurt none. I beached the
yawl Just alongside of her, dropped
the sail, chucked over the anchor and
jumped over myself. Hartley and
Scudder followed. We was yelling
Up through the bunch of scrub pines
we tore, still hollering. And then,
from away off ahead somewheres,
come the answer. I was bo tickled I
could have stood on my head.
In a minute here comes Lord James
to meet us. His lordship looked yel-
low and faded, like a wilted sunflower,
and his whiskers seemed to be run-
ning to seed. But his dignity was on
deck all right.
"Mr. 'Artley," says he, touching
what was left of his hat; "'ope you're
"Where's Van?" asked Hartley,
"Mr. Van Brunt, sir? Up at the
'ouse, waiting for you, sir."
"The house?" says Hartley.
"The house?" says I. Then I re-
There is a house on Horsefoot Har.
It was built by old man Marcellus
Berry, and In Marcellus' day they
built houses, didn't stick 'em together
with wall paper and a mortgage, liko
they do now. Consequence is that,
though th& winter weather on Horse-
foot made Marcellus lay down a con-
siderable spell ago, his house still
stands, as pert and sassy an old gable-
ended jail as ever was. The house
was there, and Scudder owned it
Likewise he owned the sheds and
barn in the back, and the sickly bunch
of scrub pines, and the beaeh plum
bushes, and the beach grass and the
poverty grass and the world-without-
end of sand that all these things was
stuck up In. As for the live stock, that
was seven thousand hop-toads, twenty
million sand fleas, and green-heads and
mosquitoes for ever and ever, amen.
We fell into the valet's wake and
waded through the sand hummocks up
to the house. And there on the piazza,
sitting in a busted cane-seat chair with
his feet cocked up on the railing and
the regulation cigar in his mouth, was
Van Brunt, kind of damp and wrinkled
so far as clothes went, but otherwise
as serene and chipper a Robinson
Crusoe as the average man is likely
to strike in one life time.
Wa'n't we glad to see him! And he
was just as glad to see us.
"Hello, skipper," says he, reaching
out his hand. "So you got ashore all
right. Good enough. I was a bit fear-
ful for you after you left us last
After I left him! I liked that. And
he was fearful for me.
"Humph!" says I, "I had a notion
that 'twas you that did the leaving.
Talk about dropping an acquaintance!
I never was droppsd like that afore!
Look here, Mr. Van Brunt, afore you
and me go to sea together again we'll
have a little lesson in running rigging.
I want to learn you what a 'main-
"Oh," he says, careless like, "I gues*
I found it, after a while. At any rate
If It's a rope I cut It. I cut all the
ropes in sight."
"You did?" says I, with my mouth
"Yes. That's an acrobatic boat of
yours;It seemed to want to turn som-
ersets. I judged that that sail made
it top-heavy so I told James to take the
sail down. He didn't know how but we
decided that the ropes must have
something to do with It. So I cut
'em, one after the other, and the sail
"Suddeo?" says I.
"Well, fairly so. Some of it was in
the water and the rest of it on James.
I/resurrected him finally and we pulled
iflost of it into the boat. It want bet-
"Did, hey?" says I. I was learning
"Yes," says he. "If I were you I
wouldn't have any sail on that boat.
She does much better without one.
Then it began to rain and I got some
of the dry sail over me. I believe 1
went to sleep then—or soon after."
Nate Scudder's eyes was big as pre-
serve dishes. I guess mine was bigger
"Good Lord!" says I. "Did his—did
James go to sleep too?"
"No," says Van. "I think not. I be-
lieve James was holding some sort of
religious Bervice. How about It,
His lordship looked sheepish. "Well,
sir," he says. "I don't know, sir. I
may 'ave been a bit nervous; I'm not
used to a boat, sir."
"I shouldn't mind your praying,
James," Van says, sober as a deacon;
"if you didn't yell so. However, we
got here on this island about five
o'clock, I believe. Rather, the boat
came here herself; we didn't have
anything to do with it."
I never in my life! They say the
Almighty looks out for the lame and
the lazy. Van Brunt wa'n't lame,
"Well," says I. "I'll believe in spe-
cial Providences after this."
Van Jumped out of the chair.
"By George!" he sings out. "Talking
of special providences; Martin, come
He grabbed t'other Twin by the arm
and led him down off the piazza and
up to the top of a little hill near the
ho'wn. The rest of us followed with-
out being invited. I know you couldn't
have kept me back with a chain cable.
I haven't visited many asylums „ud
I wanted to see the patients perform.
"Look here, Martin," says Van, when
we got to the top of the hill. "Look
We all looked, I guess; I know I did.
There was the old Berry touse, square
and weatherbeat and gray. And there
was a derelict barn and a half down
pig pens and hen hottseB stranded
alongside of it. And there was Horse-
foot bar all around us for a half mile
or so, sand and beach grass and hop-
to&di, ail complete. And beyond on
one side was the bay, with the water
looking blue and pretty in the fore
noon sunshine. And on t'other side
was the mile and a half strip we'd just
sailed across, with the beach and
mainland over yonder. Not a soul but
■us in sight anywheres. The whole lay-
out would have made a first-rate pho-
tograph of the last place the Lord
made; the one he forgot to finish.
"Look at it!" hollers Van. "Look at
it! Now what is it?"
I begun to be sorry the keeper
hadn't arrived that time when 1
thought he was coming. I cal'lated
he was needed right now. Martin
seemed to think so, too. He looked
"What is It?" he says. "What's
what? What do you mean?"
"Why this whole business. Island
and house and scenery and quiet and
all. You old blockhead!" hollers Van,
giving the other Twin an everlasting
bang on the back; "Don't you see? It's
what we've been looking for all these
weeks—it's the pure, unadulterated,
accept-no-imitations Natural Life!"
I set down in the sand. Things were
coming too fast for me. If this kept
on I'd be counting my fingers and
playing cat's cradle along with the
rest of the loons pretty soon. I
But, would you believe it. Martin
Hartley didn't seem to think his chum
was out of his mind. He fetched a
"By Jove!" he says, slow; "I don't
know but you're right."
"Right? You bet I'm right! It's
been growing on me ever since I
landed. We'll be alone; no females,
native or Imported, to bother us.
Here's a bully old house with some
furniture, bedsteads and so on, already
in it. I broke a window and climbed
in for a rummage. Jolliest old ark
you ever saw. Here's a veranda to sit
on, and air to breathe, and a barn for
a cow and plenty of room for a gar-
den and chickens—whew! Man alive,
it's Paradise! And I want to locate
the man that owns it. I want to find
He didn't have to say it but once.
Nate Scudder was so full of joy that
he had to shove his hands in his pock-
ets to keep from hugging himself.
"I own it," he says.
"You do! Scudder, you're a gem.
I begin to love you like a brother. Mar-
tin and I hire this place; do you un-
derstand? It's ours from this minute,
for as long as we want it."
Nate commenced to hem and haw.
"Well, I don't know," he says. "I don't
know's I ought to let .you have it.
There's been considerable many folks
after it, and—"
"Never mind. They can't have it.
We outbid 'em. See?"
"What will we do for groceries?"
asks Hartley, considering.
"Scudder '11 bring 'em to us," says
Van. "Won't you, Scudder?"
"Well, I don't know, Mr. Van Brunt.
I'm pretty busy now, and—"
"We'll pay you for your time, of
"What about beds and cooking uten-
sils and so on?" asks Hartley, consid-
ering some more.
"Scudder'll buy 'em for us some-
"And milk, and eggs, and butter?"
"Scudder—till we get our own chick-
ens and cow."
"And—er—well, a cook? Who'll do
Van Brunt stoops down and slaps
me on the shoulder,
"Pratt," says he "Pratt will come
here and cook for us, and navigate us,
and be our general manager. Pratt's
"Hold on there!" I sings out. "Avast
heaving, will you. If you think for
one minute that I'm going to quit my
summer job to come to this hole and
"You're coming," says Van. "Never
mind the price; we'll pay it. Now shut
up! you're coming."
What can you say to a chap like
that? I groaned.
"Live on Horsefoot Bar," I says.
"Live on it!"
"Horsefoot Bar?" says Van. "Is that
its name? Well, it's Horsefoot Bar no
more. I've been evolving a name ever
since I began to breathe here. Breathe,
Martin," he says. "Draw a good
breath. That's it. That's pure ozone.
Gentlemen, permit me to introduce to
you, Ozone island."
Scudder grinned. He was feeling
ready to grin at most anything just
"Ozone island?" says Hartley.
"Ozone island. A restful name. Well,
it's a restful spot. Isn't It, skipper?"
"Yes," says I. "As restful as being
buried alive; and pretty nigh as pleas-
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
KNEW SOMETHING OF ARGUMENT
Daughter Mustered Logic to Answer
Isaac L. Rice, the chess enthusiast,
whose daughter Is a devotee of the
motorcycle, tells a story about the
way in which he was Induced to buy
the first machine for the young wom-
an. Mrs. Rice and Miss Rice were in
Europe at the time and arrangements
had been made to ship a machine
abroad, when a man was thrown from
a motorcycle in New York and killed.
The accident Impressed Mr. Rice so
that, instead of sending the desired
cycle, he forwarded a letter saying
that he had decided not to buy one, as
he thought the sport was too danger-
ous. By the next mail came back a
letter carrying inside a newspaper
clipping with the heading, "Man Dies
In Theater." With it was the mes-
sage: "Now, father, do you intend to
keep me from going to the theater
because a man once died there?" Mr.
Rice decided that argument was use-
less against such aa antagonist.
Little Mary was really very 111,
Mother said she was sure it was an
attack of appendicitis, but Grandma
was equally sure the little one was
threatened with convulsions.
The argument waxed warm in
Mary's presence, and appropriate reme-
dies were used, and the next day sh*
Coming into her mother's room dur-
ing her play she said:
"Mamma, two of my dollies are very
sick this morning."
"Indeed, dear, I am very sorry. What
is the matter with them?"
"Well I don't really know, mamma,
but I think Gwendolyn has 'a pint
o'spiders' and Marguerite is going to
Fearful Eczema All Over Baby's Face
—Professional Treatment Failed.
A Perfect Cure by Cutlcura.
"When my little girl was six months
old I noticed small red spots on her
right cheek. They grew so large that
I sent for the doctor but, instead of
helping the eruption, his ointment
seemed to make it worse. Then I
went to a second doctor who said It
was eczema. He also gave me an oint-
ment which did not help either. Tha
disease spread all over the face and
the eyes began to swell. The Itching
grew intolerable and it was a terrible
sight to see. I consulted doctors for
months, but they were unable to cure
the baby. I paid out from $20 to $30
without relief. One evening I began
to use the Cutlcura Remedies. The
next morning the baby's face was all
white instead of red. I continued until
the eczema entirely disappeared. Mrs.
P. E. Gumbin, Sheldon, la., July 13,'08."
Pottor Drug & Chcm. Corp., Solo Props., Boston.
"What's the trouble, Zarabo?"
"I thought it was missionaries,
it's a load of Altruists."
His Absent-Minded View.
They were engaged in purchasing
shoes for the children. The husband
was a former teacher, but the wife
was a very intelligent and practical
person, relates the Chicago News.
"For school purposes I don't want
and dull kids for they roughen up bo
easily," said the wife to the sales-
woman, adding: "What do you think
of it, dear?"
"Well," he said absent-mindedly. "1
have known a good many dull kids al
school, but I never regarded them &fl
any rougher than other children."
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buying Hall's Catarrh Cure he sure you get th«
genuine. It Is taken Internally and made In Toledfe
Off for the Woodshed.
"Great Scott!" snorted the irritated
old gentleman, as he dropped his par
per, "what is all that noise in the It-
"It's me, grandpa," responded Tom-
my. "I'm playing I am a ship pound-
ing in the surf."
"Playing you are a ship, eh? Well,
young man, I think you need a spank-
And the next moment grandpa was
slipping off his slipper.
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A Boston cynic of the female pet'
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as "waiting on one's lord and master
In the capacity of cook, laundress
seamstress and maidof-all-work."
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Miller, C. H. The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 19, No. 35, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 14, 1909, newspaper, January 14, 1909; Hennessey, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc105639/m1/2/: accessed August 2, 2021), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.