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Ardmera Monday January 3a U11
THE DAILY AftDMOfWTC
PAGE THREE
10 1WWTYI
A TOAST TO THE WOMAN THAT'S
GOOD.
Ho gentlemen! lift your glasses
up-
Each gallant each swain and lover
A kiss to the beads that brim in
the cup
A laugh for the foam spilt over!
For the soul is a-lilt and the heart
beats high
And care has unloosened Its tether;
"Now drink" said the sage "for
tomorrow we die!"
So let's have a toast together!
Swing the goblet aloft; to the lips
l.'t it fall;
Then bend you the knee to address
her
And drink gentle sirs to the queen
of us all
To the woman that's good God biess
her!
Oh youth Is a madcap and time is
a churl!
Pleasure palls and remorse follows
after;
The world hustles on in its pitiless
whirl
With its ikisses Its tears and its
laughter!
Hut there's one gentle heart in its
bosom of white-
Dear love with the tender eyes
gleaming
Who has all the wealth of my hom-
age tonight
Where she lies in Her innocent
dreaming
And a watch o'er her ever my spir-
it shall keep.
While the angels lean down to ca-
ress her;
And I'll pledge her again In her
beautiful sleep
The woman that's good God bless
her!
Ah Bohemia's honey was sweet to
the sip
And the song and the dance were
alluring
(The mischievous maid with the mu-
tinous lip
Had a charm that was very endur-
ing) But out from the music and smile-
wreaths and lace
Of that world of the tawdrily clever
There floats the rare spell of the
pure little face
That chased away folly forever!
And I pledge my last toast ere I
go to my rest
h fortunate earth to possess her!
To the dear tender heart in the
little white breast
Of the woman that's good God
bless her!
Tld-Mts.
' With Mrs. Houghton.
Mrs. Houghton was a very delight-
ful hostess on iSaturday evening
when she entertained a few friends
at her borne on Stanley Boulevard
with progressive Five Hundred.
Carnations and ferns were used
for house decorations.
In the games. Air. Dunn and iMrs.
Gilliam were high scorers and re-
ceived the prizes.
The gentleman's prize was a hand-
some deck of cards and the ladies'
a fragrant bouquet of carnations.
A dainty luncheon was served Mr.
and iMrs. Sinks Judge and Mrs. Win
Pfieffer. Mr. nnd Mrs. F. P. Dunn
Mr. and Mrs. Do'.man Mr. and Mrs.
Gilday Mr. and Mrs. Fish Mr. and
Mrs. Gilliam Mr. and Mrs. Hough-
ton. A Plea'ant Visit.
The Chickasha Elks will entertain
on tomorow evening with a dance
in honor of iMiss Gail Cruce.
Many social courtesies have been
extended Miss Gail during her visit
In Ohickasha.
Oyster Roast.
At the Rod and Gun Club Lake
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on Saturday evening a stag party
enjoyed an oyster roast.
There are few circumstances tint
has occasioned such genuine pleas
tire among a large number of Arl
more folk as the decision of Mr.
and Mrs. A. C. Cruce to remain in
Ardinore.
Mrs. Cruce has a large circle of
friends in our social world and U
universally beloved. As a worker in
our Mothers' Club and a member of
our literary clubs her place would
have been hard to fill and among
the younger set Miss Gail wotil!.
have been greatly missed.
It seems that the only possible
way Ardinore has to get even with
Oklahoma City which Is proving
such a magnet to our citizens is to
put an export tax on them.
At the Rod and Gun Club lake
on yesterday quite a large crowd of
young people and chaperones spent
a pleasant day.
A de'lcious dinner was served
Misses Floy Mullen Ovella Wolver-
ton Clara Wolverton Lena Garden-
bire Maria Crittendon Norma Moore
Messrs. Irvine Zan Williams Wol-
verton Young Don Hussell Dodson
and Hoard; Mr. and Mrs. Harold
Wallace Mr. and Mrs. Eb Evans
Mr. and Mrs. Val Mullen Mr. and
Mrs. Olin Wolverton Mr. and Mrs.
Lon Frame.
There In a contest between the
grades of the city schools In calis-
thenlc work. On the 27th a penant
was awarded to Mrs. Morgan's high
first grade for the best work of the
first and second grades of the city
schools. The little folks did wonder-
fully well and the teachers should
feel rewarded for their care. In the
next week the other grades will be
judged and four more penants will
be awarded.
Mesdames Wallace Westheimer &
Dings are at home with Mrs. E.
F. Guil'ot this afternoon at the
annual Ladies' of the Leaf Muslcale.
The W. C. T. U. met this after-
noon at the Broadway Methodist
church.
A man may mend his own trousers
and darn his own socks but he
hasn't the right to do this on the
front lawn and call the attention of
neighbors to the fact that his wife
has overlooked these jobs. The Hen-
nepin county distrct court settled
this question in a decision granting
Nettie Weekly a divorce from Henry
R. Weekly.
Mrs. Weokly said In her com-
plaint that she went to be Weekly's
housekeeper In March 1910. She was
such a good housekeepr that Week-
ly proposed marriage. She accepted.
In less than three months she
testified he began a course of cruel
treatment. He intended his clothes on
the front lawn she said and hid
the washing soap so that Bhe could
not clean the clothes.
Mrs. Weekly said that her hus-
band ordered her around like a paid
servant. Further she alleged he
kept tab on her by peering Into the
kitchen to see what she wasted. She
could never peel the potatos thin
enough.
Judge Wilbur F. Booth granted an
absolute divorce to Mrs. Weekly
with J6S5 alimony.
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Advise 'Eating Oranges.
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heavy foods eaten by Americans
we should eat plenty of oranges as
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It is universally known that or-
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The For est of
His Fathers
By HENRY C. ROWLAND
Author of "Sea Scamps." Etc.
(Copyright by the Red Hook Cor
poration)
Sol Wittemore sat on the thresh
old of his cabin door and listened
in brooding silence to the recital
of their wrongs by his fellow woods
men.
These were grouped before him In
a st mi-circle; a few were sitting
some standing; most were In t tie
crouching position peculiar to for
esters the world over squatting on
the right heel with the left iknee at
a ritfht angle the posture from
which one aims at a moose beneath
the low boughs.
Behind ' the veteran woodsman
dimly seen in the black square of
the doorway stood Ruth his well-
grown daughter The girl's fa'e
was pretty enough to have been
her misfortune anywhere but in
the deep woods.
Ephraim Merry .was talking.
"Here's a ma'an" said he "who
has bought up a trac' of land from
Otter Pond to the Moose Yard an'
fr'm Stillwater to Potter's Trail.
Then what hapiens? I'p comes
some counter-jumper fr'm itangor an'
breaks the " state law by goin' into
the woods without a licensed guide
an' lights a fire 'n burns up fifty
acres o' pine Umber afore she's
put out. Then we boys turn to an'
put It out fer 'im an' what's the
result? Now he has begun to fence
the hull trac' with wire ten foot
high and has the law on any ma'an
that turns to right 'r left o' the
county road!"
Silence followed his words. With
these men the early training of
ancestors who had sat in council
with painted braves still obtained.
Each in turn said his say and his
words if worthy were followed by
a pause for their consideration.
" Taint right fer one nionst'otts
Ich man to monop'lize a big trac' o'
country and drive out the folks that
has got their Hvin' off 'v it sinco
their great-grandfathers bit back the
Injuns and settled It!" said a white-
bearded patriarch old enough appar
ently to have taken a part himself
in the original iossession. "Hain't
we alius trapped the varmints and
killed what deer an' moose an' cari-
bou we needed in these woods?
Hain't they still a-plenty left fer all?
S'ppose we hev lumbered some an'
druv 'he rivers an tuk out timber
hain't we fit the forest-fires night
an' day an' saved a lot more trees
than ever we set axe 'r peevie to?
'X as fer game hain't we killed off
the wolves an' lucifers an' pant'ers
till the deer hev got so thick a
ma'an caan't sca'cely raise a patch
o turnips?'
He fell silent and there followed
tlie formal pause. Then a very young
man with the lithe figure of an In
dian and the deep chest yellow hair
and fierce blue eyes of a Viking
raised his voice angrily.
"Who is this ma'an that's come
Into our country an' druv us from
our homes?"
He looked significantly at the
green slabs of Sol's cabin from
which the sap was still oozing.
"Is he a represen'tive o' the gov-
er'ment a-workin' fer the interus' o'
the country? No! Is he a man that
loves the woods an' wants to git
away fr'm the cussedness o' towns?
Xo! He ain't nothin' but a ntoney-
grubbin' swindler that's made his
millions a-gamblin' with other folks'
A WEAK WOMAN
ANDHER STORY
Id Floral Ark. Lives a Lady Who
Feels That Her Strength Was
Restored by Cardui.
Floral. Ark. "I must speak a eood
word for Cardui" writes Mrs. viola
Baker of this place.
"About a month aso I was In very bad
health. I was so weak and nervous thai
1 was not able to do my housework.
Mir hnchanit hniiirht me one bottle ol
Cardui the woman's tonic. I took it ac-
cording to directions and now 1 am in
good health.
"I think Cardui is a fine tonic tor wean
women."
And vnn are not the only ladv who
thinks so Mrs. Baker.
Tlinucmte litrA vn havft urittpn In
tell of the wonderful benefit Cardui has
been to tnem.
Cardui contains no minerals or other
powerful drues. It contains no glycerin
or otner mawKisn-iasung mgrcuicnu.
1 ie luct a mir-A natural prtrart. of
natural vegetable herbs that have been
found to regulate the womanly functions
ana strengtnen tne lemaie yicui.
All druggists sell laram.
See yours about it
BMP Medtone Co.. ChUUnooja. Tens. loc Special
Jru mx-ora tad M-fuie fceok. Heme Trratnn
(M Waana ta pfcufl wiata ea feoicrt.
money au' wants a sort o' play-
ground fer himself an' his friends
where he kin go out an' shoot i
buck that's got his antlers ketched
in the wire fence!"
The pause which followed his
words was very short for the ora-
tor with loyi8h fervor had strayed
from the point. The conclave had
not met to discuss the personally
of the proprietor; their interests
centered In themselves.
Jim Lucas a clean limbed y tiling
woodsman began to speak.
"If on'y we'd held together we
c'u'd ha' laughed at his darn ttvs-pass-signs.
But what's a ma in a-
goin' to do with his own neigh
bors a-pintin' at him with a scatter
gun if he taikes the trail acrost this
feller's country? I don't grudge him
his millions ner his yachts an'
hosses an' servants 'n all tlietu
tilings that money kin buy but
when I comes to hoggin' a trac' o'
woods twenty mile long It ain't reas
on tier justice. We've growled an'
we've grumbled 'n we've sent some
o' the boys to t.ilk to him" he
glanced at Sol " 'n when that did'nt
do no ;ood we wrote threaten'n let-
ters 'n sence then he's sent Loin
Goodwin an' Steve Staiinard to the
county-jail. The question is what are
we a goin to do?"
In the deep silence which followed
a swarthy man with a black beard
tapped the stock of bis rifle with
his bony knuckles and as the music-
al sound broke the silliness a tremor
ran about the circle.
"There ain't but one tiling left
to do!" he muttered through his
tooth. "What Is there left fer a
woodsman when ye crowd him out o'
the woods?"'
As if by Instinct all eves were
turned toward Sol. Though several
had their homes upon the reserva
tion he alone through blunt refusal
to comply with the regulations of
the new proprietor Mortimer Blake
had suffered eviction. The sparse
community had held its breath at
this overt act and accepted the issue
as preordained. That a man could
evict Sol Wittemore and live was
not in accord with the laws of Na-
ture; but as the weeks passed and
the woodsman lived quietly In the
new cabin which he had built and
gave no sign of the smoldering
hate which burned within him sur
prise and disapiKiintment had brought
h's neighbors in a body to obtain
a declaration of his views.
For Sol Wittemore had always
represented the two iowetg which
make a man a natural leader mind
and will. It was his counsel which
had always been conclusive whether
in the organization of a search for
rash city sportsmen lost in the
woods or to fight a forest fire
which menaced the entire section.
Also he was known for a man of
relentless purpose. He alone while
acting as a deputy-sheriff had track
ed the two Canadian murderers
across the boundary and lacking
the authority for extradition had
vindicated justice with two well-directed
bullets.
During the discussion he had sat
motionless his deep-set yellow eyes
narrowed to the merest slits through
which one caught a quick gleam as
they shifted from one sieaker to
the next. His elbow was uikhi his
knee bis grizzled chin resting on
the knuckles of a bony fist. His
deep-lined face cold and rigid as
the surface of a frozen laike gave
not the slightest hint of the hot
emotions which boiled beneath; only
a keen eye might have seen that
under the scrubby beard the square-
cut muscles of the Jaw were alter-
nately bulging and flattening as one
speaker after the other concluded his
impassioned protest.
A long pause followed the last sin-
ister words; the woodsmen looked
toward Sol and waited for him to
speak but waited In vain. Minutes
passed and still he sat and stared
unblinkingly as a captive eagle into
the darkening aisles of the hem-
lock forest across the creek. The
men became restive; murmurs broke
out here and there yet all shirked
the aquiline glare of the man whose
counsel they had come to ask.
A tall man broke the nervous si-
lence. "I nuke my Hvin' guldin' parties"
said he " 'n now that Mr. B ake s
trac' goes all around Crooked Lake
an' he don't 'low no boats on there
but his'n my way into the woods is
shet off. It's too fur to pack ail the
way around. I hain't put a party
onto no moose this Fall! What's a
feller a-goin' to do anyhow " he
turned timidly toward the grim fig-
ure in the doorway "hey Sol?"
The concentrated stare of the oth-
ers grew tenser; a grim smile cue
Its way between the thin straight
lips of Sol Wittemore.
"At last" said he "in a cold harsh
voice "after jawin' 'most all the af-
ternoon ye're beginnln' to git to the
p'int! We all know that this here
Blake is a thief an' we all know
that no's a liar an' that he ain't
got no more human sympathy into
him than a bob-cat; an' tee right
miof
(ALUMEf
that lets him drive us outen our
woods is the same kind that lets
a otter drive the fish outen a jkhiI. 1.
ain't the right o' the case we got
to study on; it's the remedy! What's
the remedy? What ye goin' to do
hey? What ye goin' to do?" Ills
head was thrown forward like an
eagle about to strike and the words
were driven into the men facing hint
as if on the )oint of a long cold
blade. "Answer me that! What d'ye
di-.re to do?"
There was no answer. Sol's fierce
eyes ugleain through their narrowed
lids flickered from face to face and
the eyes that met them were avert-
ed. Finally they rested for au instant
on the face of the woodsman who
had lapped his rifle and there was
an einperalive expectancy in their
cold siare which forced him Into
speech.
"I'll tell ye what we got to do"
he growled sulkily. "We've got t'
act!"
He dropped his eyes.
"How?" asked Sol softly.
"We got t' do somethin'! We bin
set tin' around here hoot in' like a
flock o' owls! Now we got t' do
somethin'!" lie mumbled into si-
lence. "Wa'al" drawled Sol and his voice
held an ironic persistence. "What
hev we got t' do?"
Several of the men squirmed un-
comfortably; those nearest shrank
slightly from the vne Interrogated.
He glanced up sullenly then drop-
ped his eyes and tapped the stock of
his rifle.
"Wa'al" murmured Sol encour-
agingly "what d'ye mean by that?
Meanin' p'raps that we will kill off
all bis game 'r his ga.me-wardens
maybe 'r 'r what ?"
There was no ansiwer.
Sol sprang to his feet so quickly
that the startled woodsmen shrank
away as if form a savage beast and
for the moment it was a savage
beast which faced them. The apathy
was swept from the brooding face;
the fierce pale eyes were ablaze
with lury; the long yellow teeth
flashed between the thin Hps like
the fangs of a snarling dog.
"Say it out say it out! Ye scold
and ye chatter like a passel o' jays
around a owl an' ye hum an' ye h.iw
an' ye hint that maybe sometime
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whatever; it builds up and
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well as the old.
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someone might git hurted somehow.
How? That's what I want f know!
By fallin' up a hill 'r gittin' et b
a miiskrat? Ye got it all fixed that
ye're wronged now what d'ye dare
to do alwut it an' who dares do it?"
He glared around the circle. Tho
woodsmen Bat. with lips compressed
each waiting for his neighbor to cast
to ciiBt his vote for that last and
only remedy of their wrongs mur-
der! No one scpoke. In the utter silence
tho chatter of a red squirrel on the
edge of tho clearing rang out noisily
and with Irritating persistence a
man breathed loudly through his
none and his neighbor turned and
scowled upon him. Once Jim Lucas
filled his lungs as if to speak but as
he looked up his angry eyes met
It u til's mute appeal and he bowed
his head with lips compressed.
In a cold bitter voice Sol resumed
his discourse.
"I reckon ye don't need advice"
he said contemptuously. "Ye know
well every man o' ye that there
ain't but one way fer us to git back
to the rights belongln' to us. If ye
was to come on some Canuck wood-
runner a-stealln' a mink out o' one
o' yer traps ye'd 'bore a hole Into
him 'fore he could straighten his back
an' ye wouldn't come askin' one's
advice neither. But let a man steal
yer homes an' yer woods an' yer
lakes an' all the country ye've grow-
ed up to consider ez free fer all;
in' bec'tiB' he's a millionaire an'
backed by onjust laws made when
la'and was plenty an' money sca'ce
ye come a-whlnln' an' a-gruniblin'
about how bad ye're treated an'
wantln' somebody to pin't yer rifle
at him while ye pull the trigger!"
He paused staring at the council
with glittering eyes and a swarthy
flush on his high cheek bones.
"Wa'al! Sol" drawled the old
man "it's all right fer you to sit
thar an' rip an' cuss but what do
you cal'Iute we oughter do?"
Sol gave a silent sneering laugh.
"I'll tell ye. Ye better eat mud-
like me! I reckon ye'd best take
what ra'an't le helcd." An expres-
sion of vulpine cunning crossed his
face. "That's what I'm a .goin to do.
Best thing is fcr us to go to Mister
Blake with our hats In our hands
an' ask him fer a job. He has prom-
ised us work. We caan't fish no
more where we used to fish nor
hunt where we used to hunt nor
trap 'n It's as much as our liberty
is wuth to lay an axe ag'in a tree.
But we kin build roads an' dams
an' work at dralnin' ma'ashts au'
cuttin' fire-lanes '
He Bprang to his feet dropped his
head between his shoulders and
flung out the final words with a
savage snarl.
" 'n 111 be blamed if that ain't
all we're fit fer anyway!"
He whipped up the rifle which
was standing against the side of
the cabin and turning his back upon
the circle strode off towards the
woods.
"Where you goin' dad?" called
Ruth tremulously.
"I'm goin' down t' the mud pond
to see it I kin git a duck" he an-
swered without looking around.
"That's the biggest game we kin
Pure in
ihe Baiting
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''MiittV.
in the
a qiiarl
Powder
contained in
formed by the
Received highest award
World's Pure Food Ex-
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shoot now In this country!"
It was growing dark when he re-
turned. Ruth had cooked his supper
and set it on the hearth; the girl
was standing In the doorway staring
at the windy early Winter sunset as
it glowed above the black barrier of
hemlocks when Sol a brace of ducks
in one hand and his rifle in the
other slipped from the fringe of
second growth across the clearing
and rapidly approached the cabin
with his long woodsman's stride.
"Goin' t' biiow" he said as he
filing his giime from a wooden pin
driven into one of the slabs.
He ate his supper in silence and
when ho had finished Jtuth filled
his coli-plpe and gave It to him with
a blazing splinter of pine.
Sol smoked stolid as an Indian
staring Into the fire under lowered
brows and as he smoked and pon-
dered his strong savage features
grew set and rigid as a clay mask
baking in the heat while his small
glittering eyes fixed and unblinking
threw back the flashes of tiled anc-
fng flames in gleams as cold as the
reflection of the northern lights on a
frozen pool In the forest. '
Ruth had drawn a stool to the fire
and sat with ImUi hands clasped
around lie' knees staring Into the
blaze. Now and t'-en she threw a
slanting look toward he faiher and
each time that she did so aha shiv-
ered. SuddJ'.ly she leanel oward
ham and laid n:o hand upoa Lis
knee.
"Dad." said 3he in a low xokx
"don't kill Mr. Blake!"
Sol's head turned slo!y on h!s
Bhoulilers; th.iro wis oniething owl-
ish In the cio'-jiiin': ihe brusU'ng
of his long cl'is'crlnf hair on !!
hunched Jlvmhlers thfl st. aquiline
profile and the cold flat glare of the
yellow eyes suggested some fierce
bird of prey.
"Eh what what's that?"
"Don't kill Mr. Blake! It would bo
murder dad!"
Animation came back to the face
of the wooduman in an animal ex-
pression of cunning and suspicion.
"Who's a-goin' to kill Mr. Blake?"
be growled eyeing hU daughter
closely.
Ruth looked him steadily In tho
eyes.
"You oan't fool me dad" she
answered with a catch of her
breath. "You '.in fool those boys.
CONTINUED ON PAGE SIX
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The Daily Ardmoreite. (Ardmore, Okla.), Vol. 17, No. 98, Ed. 1 Monday, January 30, 1911, newspaper, January 30, 1911; Ardmore, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc145473/m1/3/: accessed April 23, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.