The Moore Messenger (Moore, Okla.), Vol. 5, No. 33, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 31, 1912 Page: 3 of 8
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BIGHT IN IT
HE WAS TAKWG NO CHANCES
by FRANCIS PERRY ELLIOTT
^ ILLUSTRATIONS /)/ /KAY WAils/ts
co*Y/f/6/rr / / Br aaaaj-SMW. cv*wr
The Old Gentleman-How did you nirhar(, htnu, an Am„,,.«n with an
ever come to be named Fiao John- arr«*«-t* <1 English accent, receives a pres-
ent ent from a friend In China. The
proves to be & pair of pajamaa. A letter
The Pickaninny—Why, old Jedge hints of surprise t< the wearer. IJghtnut
■mis he don thought o much of ta-Jj* P£m «« «KvSi,^151.
Die dat he named me after his dog. comss in and. falling t.. recognise Uglit
—... .— nut. attempt* to put him out. Thinking
n.i.AiaiAdii . _ nr • r r\ ti rsr>r the «®rvant craay. I.lghtnut changes nis
RINGWORM SPREAD ON FACE clothen Intending «> summon help. ^ hen
ha reappears Jenkins falls « n his neca
with Joy, confirming Ughtnufs hellsi
Campbell, Va.—"I have been trou- that lw la oraay J.nklna tella "*h'"u.t0™
, .., . .. -t.1- th« encounter he hail with a i,iue<
bled with ringworm on the rtgnt aiae Chinaman lre« d In pujamae In a
of my face for six or eight years. It nra«a„. from hi. 'rlenrt ' <*.,?"u£S!i
began with just very small pimples in ^^nliht^^hl/wa^ hon^e frumeol
a pots and continued to spread more lege Later IJghtnut finds a beautiful
bad though Hut. as It la. I guess
you're the one now who will bav© to
■ Het me right with these people You'll
^ have to stand for me."
Jenkins looked alarmed, lie ad
1 dressed the officers eagerly:
"S'help me," he cried, his glance
mpaling the prisoner with scorn, i
never see this party before lu the ten
years I been In New York!"
i nut Is shocked by
In his room. Light
the girl's drinking.
and retires. Llghtnut later discovers
In his apartment a beefy person In mut
ton-chop whiskers and wearing pajamas
Jenkins calls the police, who declare tm
Intruder to be a criminal, called "roxy
side of my face. It was red, rough and smoking and slangy talk 8be^ tells him
.1 . l,.„..,i her name Is Francis and plisiies mm
In circles, and Itched and eurnea \ery wl(h u -(ory of her love for her i„ter n
much. It was sore when I scratched room mate, named Frances. Next "\°f"
my face and It worried me so much I ' • ft jK'&rtfSS "J? H la a.'
couldn't keep from scratching. It posted bv a husky college boy. Who calls
looked very bad; 1 would hate to go JJ«f 'j^bimnj.^IK
out while It was on my face. Every alfht with Dihtnut They dlaci
i a 11 „ wi ,nmo tinulH aslt priceless rubles hidden In the button)
one noticed it and some \*ould ask lhe [)ajamajB Billings dons the paja
what it was.
"I tried some home remedies before
using Cutlcura Soap and Ointment,
iuch as , , and . I
could only find temporary relief until
1 began to use Cutlcura Soap and Oint-
ment. I put the Cutlcura Ointment on
my face and let it stay on for about
an hour and then I washed my face
with Cutlcura Soap. I used the Cutl-
cura Soap and Ointment for one month
and I was cured." (Signed) Miss
Virginia Woodward, Feb. 21, 1912.
Cutlcura Soap and Ointment sold
throughout the world. Sample of each
free, with 32-p. Skin Hook. Address
post-card "Cutlcura, Dept. L, Boston/*
Among a recent batch of candidate!
for appointment to the police force of
Washington was a big darkey, evident-
ly of rural origin, who announced his
readiness to Bland examination.
"Are you a native of this city?" he
"No, suit. I am from the first Btate
In the Union."
"A New Yorker?"
"No, suh. 1 am from Alabama!"
"Alabama is not the first state in
the Union, as the saying goes," re
upended the examiner.
"Alphabetically speaking it is. suh," |
.aid the candidate with conviction, i
CHAPTER XI. (Continued.)
"Oh, come now, Braxton," said the
officer in a tone of disgust, "stop your
foolery; you're Just using up time
Ain't It enough that you're in this
building and In this gentleman®
"In his rooms!" exploded Foxy
Grandpa. "Why, you lunkhead, this
gentleman will tell you I am his
guest!" He turned to me with a sort
of angry laugh
"Tell him, Llghtnut," he rasped
"I've had enough of this
The big policeman's features ex
panded In a grin, while Tim doubled
forward an instant, his blue girth I
wabbling with Internal appreciation
of the Foxy one's facetlousness; and |
the Janitor snickered
Jenkins looked shocked. As for me.
dash it, I never so wished for my
1 monocle, don't you know!
O'Keefe's head angled a little to
j give me the benefit of a surreptitious
"Oh, certainly," he said, his voice
afTecting a tine sarcasm; "If the gen-
tleman says you're his friend—"
"He's no friend of mine," 1 pro-
"N'ever saw him
before in my life."
I Instead of being confounded, the
Regular practicing physicians recommend arlful 0|d villain fell back with a
^nuV!?r:;br.ror™«medy0hv"trr"f £ great air of astonishment and dismay,
periencc. Keep a little in the medicine By Jove, be managed to turn fairly
client and administer at first sign of Chills purple
Call for the wagon, Tim," said
O'Keefe shortly. indicating the 1
phone "The fool's going to give
trouble Kahoka Apartments, tell
them. Hurry; let's get him to the
He made a dive at the figure in the
chair and Jerked him forward.
But his grip seemed to slip and he
only moved his prisoner a few inches.
He tried again with about the same
"(let a move on, Tim," he said pant-
ingly. "He's bigger, somehow, than
he looks, and awful heavy; it'll take
both of us. Get up, Braxton, unless
you want the club!"
The man settled solidly in the
depths of the chair.
"Club and be hanged!" he replied
with a snap of his Jaw. "I won't go In
any dirty police wagon—that's fiat!
You may take me In a hearse first.
Get a cab or a taxi, if 1 have to go
"Gamey old sport, anyhow, by
Jove!" I thought with sudden adralr
atlon. Couldn't help It. dash It!
Heart Just went out to him. somehow.
I gently interposed as O'Keefe pre-
pared to lunge again.
"I'll stand the cab for him, officer,"
I said with a smile, "if your rules,
don't you know, or whatever it la,
I added In a lowered voice:
"Makes it devilish easier for you.
don't you know, and avoids such a Jol-
ly row. And—er—I want to ask you
and your friend to accept from me a
little token of my appreciation."
The policeman exchanged a glance
with Tim and considered.
Well, sir," he said, "as to the cab,
| of course If you're a mind to want to
do that, it's your own affair."
He turned to his companion.
"Just cancel that. Tim," be directed.
"Call a four-wheeler."
"Thank you, Llghtnut," put In the
old man gratefully "You have got a
grain of decency left, by George, after
Meantime. Jenkins was answering
"1 don't believe, sir, you have a bit j
"Pshaw, It's not that." the other
l anted; "It'a Just the way he's sitting
Why. you can see he ain't so very
big." He nodded to Jenkins and the
j janitor "Here, you two! Help us.
I can't you?"
And with one mighty, united heave,
i they brought the loudly protesting old
J man to his feet and held him there
; O'Keefe faced me.
"iflcbt be well to take -
around lr. and aee If you think uf the charge, they managed to ru.h tb.
anything elae he . stolen, before we1 loudly protesting old .nan to the door
_ "I won't go without my clothes, I
take him off. I „ " ,
"(Jood Idea, I.lghtnut!" Old lira*- tell you, he raged
ton stopped struggling and whirled
Small Boy's Precautions May Have
j Been Excessive, but He Still
Had the Suit.
I The Rev. John N. Underwood, one
cZ Pittsburg's most eloquent and
earnest ministers, said the other day:
"In a temperance address In the spring
I pointed out that drunken husbands
kill, every year, with revolvers and
i hatchets and clubs. 3,600 wives That
! 2,500 babies are killed by drunken
I fathers who crush them in bed That
j 90 per cent, of all our divorces are due
| to drunkenness."
Mr. Underwood paused, then added:
i "I heard recently of a little boy to
whom a warm and comfortable suit
had been given. The boy's father was
a drunkard, and It was feared that the
_ suit would aoon tod Its wiy to the
pawnshop But a vtsk after tfco lad
along now. Braxton -shut up. 1 ten ^ ^ thp ^ waB Btm wearing
And with all lour of them behind | .. .rH>od for you Johnny" said a city
missionary to the little chap. Still
wearing your suit. I see
Yes. sir,' the urchin explained 'I
and Fever. Adv.
"What interest has the dog in the
chase of the poor cat?"
"1 guess it is some purr scent."
"What is this Joy-riding accident
"The joy riders are about all In."
Against So Many Surgical Op-
erations. How Mrs. Bethune
and Mrs. Moore Escaped.
Wha-a t s that?" he gasped strang
| llngly and clutching at the collar of
his pajamas. "Say that again, Dicky."
j I looked at him severely.
j "Oh, I say, don't call me 'Dicky,'
either," 1 remonstrated quietly. "It's
a name I only like to hear my Inti-
mate friends use"
He kind of caught the back of a
! chair and glared wildly at me Trom
I under his bushy wintry eyebrows The
, beefy rolls of his lower law actually
| "Don't you—haven't you always
classed me as that. Die—er—Light-
nut?" he sort of whispered,
j By Jove, the effrontery of such act-
ing fairly disgusted me. I looked blm
' over from head to foot with measured
Sikeston, Mc.—"For seven years I suf-
fered everything. I was in bed for four
or five days at a time
every month, and so
weak I could hardly
walk. I cramped and
had backache and
headache, and was
so nervous and weak
that I dreaded to see
anyone or have any-
one move in the room.
I The doctors gave me
I medicine to ease me
at those times, and said that I ought to
have an operation. I would not listen to
that, and when a friend of my husband
told him about Lydia E. Pinkham's Veg-
etable Compound and what it had done
for his wife, I was willing to take it.
>Jow I look the picture of health and feel
like it, too. I can do my own housework,
hoe my garden, and milk a cow. I can
entertain company and enjoy them. I
can visit when I choose, and walk as far
as any ordinary woman, any day in the 1
month. 1 wish I could talk to every j
suffering woman and girl"—Mrs. Dema |
Bethune, Sikeston, Mo.
Murrayville, 111.—"I have taken Ly-
dia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound
for a very bad case of female trouble
and it made me a well woman. My
health was all broken down, the doctors
said I must have an operation, and I was
ready to go to the hospital, but dreaded it
so that I began taking your Compound.
I got along so well that I gave up the
doctors and was saved from the opera-
tion."—Mrs. Charles Moore, R. R.
No. 3, Murrayville, 111.
of cash In the house. You told me
bo when you were retiring."
By Jove. 1 remembered now! The
poker game in the evening!
I was wondering whether they
could use a check, when 1 spied Bill-
ings' wallet on the table.
The very thing, by Jove!
Examination showed, first thing, a
wad of yellow-backs, fresh from the
bank. I peeled off two and pushed
them Into the officer's hand.
"This belongs to a friend of mine."
1 remarked; "but It's Just the same as
my own. don't you know, and he wen t
mind. Dash it, we're Just like broth-
A bowl of maniacal laughter from
the old fool In the chair startled us
"Regular Damon and Pythias, damn
it!" he gabbled, grinning with hideous
face contortions. "One for ail, and
all for one! And Just help yourself;
don't mind me. Why—hell!"
O'Keefe prodded him sharply In the
shoulder with his night stick.
"Stop your skylarking now, Foxy."
he admonished angrily, "and come
on. Here the gentleman's gone and
put up his money for a cab for you
and you ought to want to get out of
his way so he can rest."
"He's sure been kind to you," sup-
plemented Tim, whose eye had noted
the passing of the yellow boys
"Kind!" mocked the old geezer,
showing his scattered teeth in a hor
rlble grin. "Why, he's a lu-lu. a reg-
"No names!" warned O'Ketsfr
slightly lifting his night stick Tome
on to the street—you seem to lorg -t
you're under arrest."
He added hastily:
"And 1 ought to have warned you
that anything you may say, Foxy—"
"Oh, you go to—Brooklyn!" snarled
Foxy. "For two pins I'd knock your
block off. you fat headed Irish fool!
Think I'm going down to the side I
walk without my clothes?"
"Are your clothes somewhere In this ■
building?" 1 asked with some sym- I
He whirled on me sneerlngly and
Jeered like a Jolly screech owl:
"Oh. no; not exactly in the build
ing—they're on the flagpole on the
roof, of course! He-he-he! Bloody
good Joke, Isn't it?'
1 sat on the edge of the table wear-
hls head toward me. his face almost
black with rage "Ha. ha! Why don't
you have me searched? There's not
a pocket In these damn pajamas!"
Anything whatever, sir. we ll have
him leave behind," said O'Keefe.
"By Jove'" I don't know how I
ever managed to say It. Fact is. things
had Just suddenly spun round before
me like a merry what s its name For
I did recognize something! The old
fellow'a unabashed reference to pa-
jamas was what brought It to ray at
"Ha!" O'Keefe nodded. "There Is
something! Just say the word, sir."
I looked helplessly at Jenkins, and
then I saw that of a sudden he recog
nized them. too. His eyes rolled at
"What is It. sir?" demanded
O'Keefe respectfully. "The law re-
1 swallowed hard "It—It's the pa-
Jamas," 1 said faintly.
The old rascal ittered a roar and
tried to get at me
"You coldblooded scoundrel!" he
bellowed. "So this Is why—"
Rut here a Jab of the night stick
took him In the side with a sound like
a blow on a punching bag Words
left the old man and he gasped des-
perately for breath. O'Keefe tried to
"Did you get those pajamas in
here?" he demanded fiercely, and he
drew back his stick as though for an-
other Jab. But the old geezer nodded
quickly, glaring at me and trying to
"That's enough." said the officer.
He turned to me. "You recognize
them, do you, sir?"
•1—I think so," I stammered, look-
ing at Jenkins, who nodded. "They
belong to a friend of mine who—a—
must have left them here."
"1 see " He fished out a note book.
Mind giving me the name, sir? Just
, matter of form, you know—" He
But he did Fighting, aweartng and
protesting, the Jolly old vagabond was
roughly bundled into the elevator.
"Hood night, sir," called O'Keefe as
the lour of them dropped downward.
"We'll let you know If It seems neces-
sary to trouble you."
Once again Inside, Jenkins and 1
Just stared at each other without a
word, we were that tired and disgust-
ed To me. the only dashed crumb
of comfort In the whole business was
the wonderful fact that Billings
seemed to have slept like a Jolly Kip
through the whole beastly row.
licked his pencil expectantly.
"Oh. I say, you know—" 1 gasped
at Jenkins. 'I don't think she—1—"
"Certainly not, sir," affirmed Jen-
kins. solemnly looking upward.
"She?" The note-book slowly
closed, then wlfh the pencil went back
By Jove. It seemed to me I had been
asleep about a minute when 1 saw
the sunlight splashing through the 1
Jenkins stood beside me with some-
thing In his hand.
"Didn't hear me, did you. sir?" he
was asking. "I said 1 thought the ad
dress looked like Mr. Billings' hand-
writing And he's gone, sir."
I sat up. rubbing the sleep from my
eyes. I had a befogged notion that
Jenkins looked a little queer.
"Yes, sir. He's not In his room, nor
In the apartment anywhere."
"Eh—how—what's that?" For Jen-
kins' hand extended an envelope.
"Perhaps you would like to read
this now, sir."
It was from Billings—I knew his fist
in an instant. It was very short and
without heading In fact, above his
name appeared Just a half-dozen pen-
ciled words, heavily underscored, and
Damn you send me ray clothes
"His clothes?" I looked perplexedly
He was looking a little pale and
held his eyes fixedly to the picture
molding across the room. He coughed
"Yes, sir," he uttered faintly;
"they're In his room, but he ain't."
He stepped back, leaving something
on the stand by my bed.
"What's that?" I questioned In
alarm "Another note?"
■leep In It."*—Chicago Record Herald
A Nice Distinction.
Senator Gronna. discussing a knot-
ty problem, said in a speech:
"There is a nice distinction Involved
here. You don't notice it at first
! Once It is pointed out to you. however,
you perceive its immense importance
"It's the sort of distinction that
Gobsa Golde's beautiful young wife
revealed to him during a conjugal
quarrel over a diamond tiara.
" People, say," quavered the old
man. trembling with rage. 'People
say you only married me because I had
The young woman smiled superbly.
•"Rubbish!' she exclaimed. 'My pri-
mary reason for marrying you was
that I had no money myself.'"
Choosing a Wife.
An old Virginia gentleman who said
he knew the way to pick a wife was
willing to recommend It to young men.
His advice is: See how she looks in
the morning! The old Virginia gen-
tleman. when getting married himself
pent his valet across the country to
take a look at two sisters In the early
morning. One looked well and one
didn't. So, ladles, beware! these facts
are important if true. And true the>
are as sure as you are women. Men
hate a woman who lookB frowzy In
Thinking It Over.
"Some of the old Egyptians wor-
"Well," replied Firmer CorntoRsel,
thoughtfully, "if I had a hen that laid
the year 'round or a cow that wouldn t
go dry, of course I wouldn't worship
'em But I surely would show 'em a
heaps of respectful consideration."
"I wouldn't like to be Jimmy Spider,
"Well, he has eight eyes, and when
he wants to see the ball game he
has to find eight knotholes In the
Uncle Joe on Utopians.
"Uncle Joe" Cannon, seated on tne
piazza of a seaside hotel, condemned a
certain prominent type of social re-
"They're great borrowers," he said,
"these chaps who are going to make
the world over again."
With a chuckle he added:
"The worst thing about your Uto-
pians Is that they're all I-O-U-toplAM."
Her Neat Trick.
"When the actress In question vie-
Ited that managerial firm to star her
she used a paradoxical argument."
"What was It?"
"She brought a backer to the front"
Many a bewhlskered man has been
known to tell barefaced lies.
Tf your nppetite i* not what it should he
nerhnp* Mnlnria is dcvidopinir. It .-itTccts
tht whole system. OXIDINK will clonr
awnv the germs, rid you of Malaria and
generally improve your condition. Adv.
"Did you see that double play In the
"No; I had a girl with me and was
still busy explaining the first Inning."
That's proof that
your liver and digest-
ive organs are work-
ing properly—but if
you have "the blues1'
—feel run-down and
It will help your
stomach to "come
back" and make life
TBY A HO I TIF TODAY
contempt. "I don't know you at all,"
I gald coldly, turning away.
"Ye gods!" ho wheezed, clutching
at his grizzled hair.
| Send a Man to Jail.
The two policemen shitted lmpa-
"'"•That'll about do. Foxy," growled I lly: and. catching the policeman's eye,
O'Keefe "It's entertaining, but enough shrugged my shoulders significantly
u H I "You're right, sir," he said apologet-
"'nut theboid duffer caught his sleeve. | lcally. "We won't fool g second long-
"Walt!" he panted. "One second—j er Here, you take that side, Tim.
i. tnst one second!" j L.et s pull.
looked at Jenkins and ducked And they did pull. but. by Jove,
k forward swallowing bard they couldn't raise him.
be said With a sickly ! "Queerest go I ever see," Tim
mile "You—you see how it is with ' gasped. "He ain't holding on to noth-
Llghlnut—poor fellow! None of us i ing. is be
Jter thought he would go off that (>lg.
COLD BLOODED AND
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••I h.ive I1M-.1 yonr I bcinthBiu « h.ii I > nlo tn uiy
1-.ai.Jy and can m-nnimond it t„ oT«ry..n« ■m-rted
ifilli Chilis and li.'vur. It <'un<d *,"'n *url,','a
Hi her re m <-<1 to* failed. Price Mkv Sold an<l mar-
tnteed by oil dnaltirK. A. II Kichurds M««dicino C* .,
Mberman, Tvxas Ad*
"My wife can make a tart answer."
"My wife can do better than that.
She can make a pie speak for Itself."
li/lne and The He
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! A« ft putnmer tonic there i* no medicine
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"If money talks, what does It say?"
"I guess It Is buy-buy."
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Fighting, Swearing and Protesting.
And, O'Keefe, he feels
Into the officer's pocket. "Excuse me,
"H'm!" echoed Tim apologetically
Then they both glared at Foxy.
The old man Just snarled at them
He was like a dog at bay.
"All right!" he hissed "You Just
try to take them off—I'll kill some-
body, that's all. Think I'm going to
make a spectacle of myself?"
Jenkins whispered to me
"To be sure." 1 said aloud. "He!
might as well wear them now to the
station. Just so he returns them when
he gets his clothes."
"Very good, sir," said O'Keete. re- i
Ueved "We'll see he does that. Come |
"No, Blr—not exactly, sir But if 1
may suggest—without offense, sir—
that you fill H out. 1 will see that it
get3 to him."
"Him? Who's him—he, I mean?"
"Doctor Splasher, sir. the temper-
ance party I was speaking of. I'?e
already filled out mine and I'm going
to put one In for Mr Hillings when I
send the clothes." Prom the doorway
he turned a woebegone countenance
toward me. "It's heartrending, sir—
if I may be permitted to say so—to
think of a nice gentleman like Mr.
Hillings wandering over to the club
with nothing on but red pajamas."
(TO BE CONTINUED )
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K ■m«.L 'hoe* sent avar* where, delivery choree* prepaid. W.L.L)ouglas. Brockton. Mas*
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Simms, P. R. The Moore Messenger (Moore, Okla.), Vol. 5, No. 33, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 31, 1912, newspaper, October 31, 1912; Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc109273/m1/3/?rotate=270: accessed March 26, 2019), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.