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CLAREMORE. OKLA., MESSENGER
Uric Acid Is Slow Poison
Kxcess uric acid lett in the blood by
kidneys, causes more diseases
than anv other poisuo
Among its eflerts ai o backache. head-
ache, dizziness, irritability, nervoUMiesa.
drowsiness,- "blues" rheumatic attacks
and urinary di-orders. Laier eHects
are dropsy gravel or heart disease.
If you wquid avoid uric acid troubles,
ktep your kidnevs lie.iiihy To stimu-
late aiwl strenptl en weak kidneys, u e
Doan's Kidney Fills*—the best recom-
mended special kidney remedy.
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Cat Doaii'a at Any Store. 50c a Box
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chapter i.
The Beauty Contest.
"You have a phiz on yer." said the
Watermelon, with rare candor, "that
would make a mangy pup unhappy • "
satiny skin bis muscles -slid and rip-
pled K ith tnarvi lous symmetry.
Where James wu strong, slow, heavy,
lie was quick, lithe, supple. Dissipa-
tion had not left its mark, and the
hard life of the "road" hud so far
suppose you think yer Venus." ; merely made him fit. an athlete in per- |
sneered James a remark that he flat- feet condition. His feature* were
tered himself was rather "classy." I clean-cut and symmetrical, with a nar- |
The Watermelon sighed as one row, humorous, good-natured mouth
Like a Balloon.
Apropos of thn divorce evil. I r Her-
bert M Shishoim. the Reno statisti-
cian. snid with a sigh
"An exhaftstive study of divorce
statistics forces me to the belief
that the average woman's heart is
like a toy balloon lighter than air.
and most restless men tied to some-
body. "
KOT SPRINGS, ARKANSAS
Remtdy Ends Constipation
Don't worry and don't take Calomel.
Put your sluggish Liver in fine con-
dition and get rid of sick headache,
blliousries* and dizziness.
Get a bo* of the famous HOT
SPRINGS LIVER IUITTONS of any
worthy druggist today, 2.r> cents
Gentle. blissful, wonderful workers
they surely are: take one to-night and
free the bowels from poisonous waste
would over the ignorance of a child.
i "So." said he. "hardly."
"Don't let that bloomln" modesty of
yeni keep yer from teliin' the truth,"
adjured James
The Watermelon waved the possi-
bility aside with airy grace. "With
all due modesty, James," said he. "I
can't claim to be a woman."
I "Not with that hay on yer mug."
agreed Mike, casting a sleepy eye up-
ward from where he lay In laxy con-
! tent in the long, sweet grasses under
; the butternut tree.
"When I was a kid. I took a prize
in a beauty show," announced James,
' with pardonable pride. "1 was three,
I remember, a cute little cuss. My
hair was yellow and ma curled it—you
I know how—all fur.xy—and I had a
little white dress on. It wa a county
fair. 1 got the first prize for the best
looain' kid and was mugged for the
papers. If I was shaved now and had
i on some glad rags, I'd be a lady killer,
all right, all right."
" 'Longside of me," said the Water
borne on the breath of tne new-mown
fields, came the sound' of distant
church bells, softly, musically, sooth-
ingly. Slipping from the wall, he set
out for the village below In the val-
ley, where the road wound steeply
down.
The village boasted but one barber
shop, a quiet, little, dusty-white one-
room affair, leaning in timid humil-
ity agalhst the protecting wall of the
only other public building In town,
dry-goods, grocery and butcher shop
in one. The church bells had stopped
for some time when the Watermelon
turned Into the wide empty street, and
strolled carelessly up to the faded
red. white and blue pole of Wilton's
Tonaorlal Parlor. In its Sunday calm
the whole village seemed deserted. A
few of the bolder spirits who had out-
grown apron strings and not yet been
snared In any one's bonnet strings,
had remained away from church and
foregathered in tha seclusion of the
barber shop. The Watermelon re-
garded them a moment through the
window as he felt carelessly In his
pockets for the coins that were never
there. The barber was cleaning up
after his last customer and talking
and eyes soft and gray and gentle, * . . . . „„
_ apparently as much to himself as to
the eyes of a dreamer and an idler. , * . . , , . vnow
, , . . .. . .. ,. nnv one. Convinced of what he Knew
James looked at the slight, graceful j ^
youth, sprawled In the shade of the
and gas You'll feel bright and happy < , ,ook Uke a Uiear.eyed
to- morrow. •
son of a toad.
balky
There's nothing on earth so good , .... , .... .. .
for Constipation and stubborn liver. I \ou. AN by, >oud make
Free Sample of HOT SPRINGS 1 horse run. you would."
LIVER BCTTONS from Hot Springs 1 "When me hair's cut. I'm a blootnin'
Chemical Co.,-Hot Springs, Ark Adonis, not Venus;" and the Water-
- ■—■ melon drew languidly at an old brown
After a Pleasant Evening | ptpe. warm and comfortable In the
Mr. 3>dnej lluxton told an amus- < j,|oasant shade, where soft breezes
lug story for the purpose of illustrat-
ing a point at a recent dinner. A
certain convivial soul, who bad been I
invited to dine with a friend, whose
house wan a' -the end of a dark and
muddy Iun«\ was.advised to bring a
big lantern. After a very jovial eve-
ning the convivial one left and strug-
gled home through the mud. firmly 1
gripping ills heavy burden by the j
handle. Next morning he received I
this message from his host: "Here- j
with your lantern, please return par- j
rot and i age "
butternut tree, and grinned, doubling
his huge arms with slow, luxurious
pleasure in the mere physical action
and watching the rhythmic rise and
fall of the great muscles.
"You might get honorable mention
In one of these county fairs for the
best yoke of oxen," admitted the Wa-
termelon from where he lay at ease.
"There ain't going to be no show,"
said Mike firmly. "Not if yer have
to swipe the duds. I ain't going—"
James showed that he was a true
member of the bon-ton. He waved the
other to silence with the airy grace
of a master dismissing an impudent
servant. "There is goln' to be a con-
test for the just reward of beauty
and yer goln' to be here, Mike, and
be the judge or y' will have that red-
headed block of yours knocked Into
kindlin' wood."
Mike was fat nnd red headed and
dirty. His soul loathed trouble and
longed for quiet with the ardor of an
was so, that he had no money, the
Watermelon pushed opeu the door and
entered
"Hello." said he.
"Hello." said the barber.
All the papers were lowered and all
conversation stopped as each man
turned and scanned the new-comer
with an Interest the Watermelon mod-
estly felt waB caused by some event
other than his own entry. He sur-
mised that James had probably been
there before him, and the next words
of the barber confirmed his surmise.
The dapper little man scanned him
coldly, from the rakish tip of hi*
shabby hat to the nondescript cover-
ing of his feet which from force of
habit he called shoes, and Bpoke with
darkly veiled sarcasm:
"I suppose you are the guest from
the hotel up to the lake?"
The Watermelon grinned. He recog-
nized James' favorite role. "No," said
he cheerfully, "I'm John D., and me
car Is waiting without."
A guest up to the hotel," repeated
Iderly spinster. "No. I ain't." said ,h(l barb|,r upon whom Jan)eB had ev|.
Or U6&C6. I n t>A«ioi>fid imtiroBlinn.
Had Chance Now.
While be was playing ou a certain
Scottish course, a politician remark-
ed to his <atltli ': "Uy the way, the
last time 1 wa* here I played with
Tom McGregor. Jin's grand player!"
"Aye," said the caddie • but ye could
beat McGregor noo.' The politician,
knowing what a line player McGregor
had shown himself, was Immensely
pleased at wiiat he deemed the cad-
dies compliment to I.i? own improved
play. ' IK) jou think so"" he f \clulm-
ed "Aye.' came the -low reply, "Mc-
Gregor's deid!"
In the Stilly Night.
Country Innkeeper- Did you hear
the fight out in front about one o'clock
this mornin'?
New Vorktr i wearily —Yes It put
me to sleep'—Puck.
His Idea.
Coed - I don't think clothes makes
the man'
Colic ce Man Nor I I think it all
dep. >nds on the cigarettes he smokes.
From
Our Ovens
To
Your Table
Untouched by human
hands —
Post
Toasties
—the aristocrat of Ready-
to-Serve foods.
A table dainty, made of
while Indian corn — present-
ing delicious flavour and
wholesome nourishment in
new and appetizing form.
The steadily increasing sale
of this food speaks volumes
in behalf of its excellence.
Aa order for a package of
Pott Toasties from your
grocer will provide a treat for
the whole family.
"Th* Memory Llngmr$"
MM* OwmI Coapaay. f.mltwl
wandered fitfully by. laden with the
odors of the fields In June.
"Beauty," said James with charm
tng naivete, "runs In my family."
"It went so fast In the beginnln',
then, yer family never had a chance
to catch up," returned the Water-
melon. "Weil have a beauty show,
just us two."
Inspired by the thought, he sat up
to explain, and Mike opened his eyes
long enough to look each over with
slow scornful derision and a mocking
grunt.
J.niles fondled the short stiff hair
on his cheeks and chin and waited
for developments
The Watermelon went on "We will
meet this afternoon, here, see* Shaved
and with decent duds on. And Mike
can pick the winner."
"Mike! He can't tell a sick cat
from a well one."
"That's all right. He knows enough
to tell the best lookln' one between
you and me. A blind mug could do
that."
"Rut—"
"We haven't anyone else, you mutt.
We can't have too much publicity in
this show. I dislike publicity anyway,
at any time, and especially when 1
have on clothes, borrowed, as you
might say, for the occasion If the
gang was here, we could take a vote,
but aeeln' thnt they ain't, we got to
Jo with what we got."
"The cost of livln' Is goln' up so
these days. It's gettln' hard even to
batter a handout," gsoaned Mike,
whose idea of true beauty consisted
of a full stomach and a shady place
to sleep on a long quiet Sunday after
noon. "I ain't goin" to get every place
soured on me. If the public gets any
more stingy, I'll have to give up de
turf for a livln', that's all. To throw
u gag will be harder den hod-carrvin' "
"We ain't goln' to hurt the burg
none," said James
He rose languidly and stretched.
"You he here this afternoon. Mike,
n bo tit three, see. or 111 knock yer
block off It's n nice quiet hangout
and far enough from the village to be
safe. I'm goln" to get a shave and
borrow some duds from the bloomln'
hostelry up yonder to do honor to de
occasion." He knocked the ashes
from ills pipe and slipped It Into his 1
pocket. "If you don't get the clothes
and do shave, Watt rmllllon. you'll be
counted down and out, see?"
"Sure," agreed the Watermelon.
He lay at length on the ground be-
neath the butternut tree and James
paused a moment to run his eye criti-
cally over him, from his lean face
with Its two-weeks' growth of beard
to his ragged, clumsy shoes James
smiled grimly and drew himself up to
his full height with Just pride. He
was tlx,feel two lit shoes that might
as well have been stockings for all
they added to his height. Hla shoul-
ders were broad and muacular. with
the gentle play of great muscles In
perfect condition. Ills neck, though
short, was well shaped and alnewy.
not tho short thick neck of a prise-
tighter or a bull. Hla hip* were nar-
row and his lltnbs long and straight,
lieneath hla open shirt one aaw hla
brome throat and huge cheat. A
splendid specimen of the genua homo,
for all the rag* and tattera that served
aa clothes.
The Watermelon wss a bit shorter,
with narrower ihotMm, but long-
he, In a vain struggle for peace
atn't gain' to hang around here until |
you blokes swipe the rags and come
back wld de cops after yer."
"Sunday." said the Watermelon, j
from knowledge gained by past expe-
rience, "is the best time to swipe any-
thing. No one is lookin' for trouble
that day and so they don't find it,
see?"
"Sure," agreed James "Every one's
feeliji' warm and good and stuffed,
and when yer feel good yerself, you
won't believe any one is bad. You
know how It Is, Mike. When yer
feelin' comfortable, yer can't under-
stand why the devil we ain't comfort-
able."
"Well, why the devil ain't yer?" de-
manded Mike. "1 ain't takin' all the
shade or all the earth, am I? Lie
down and be quiet What do yer want
a beauty show for?"
"Aw, stow It!" snapped the Water-
melon.
"Yes, I'll stow It all right when
we're all sent to the jug. I tell yer
I ain't fit to work. The last time I
got pinched. I pretty near croaked.
I wasn't made to work."
"We ain't going to get pinched."
said James. "You make more talk over
two suits of clothes—"
"It ain't the clothes. It's the —
fool notion of swipin' 'em and then
eomin" right hack here, and not mak-
| in' no get away—"
"This hang-out Is more than four
miles from the burg, you galoot,"
sneered the Watermelon. "No one
would think of coppin' us here. They'll
1 go to the next town, or else watch
j the railroads—"
"nut they might—"
"Might what? Might be bloomln'
fools like you."
"Where are you goin' to b" shaved?"
'in the barber shop," said J.unes
mildly. "You probably favor a lawn-
mower, but personally I prefer a bar-
ber." He stretched and yawned
"Well, I'm off before church time, or
the barbers will be closed. Remem-
ber, Mike, this afternoon, between
four nnd five."
He pulled his clothes Into place, ad-
justed his hat at the most becoming
angle and started up the narrow
woodland path, whistling gaily through
his teeth. As he disappeared among
the trees, the fnroff sound of church
bells stole to them OU the quiet of
tha Sabbath morning.
dently made a powerful Impreaalon.
"Just back from a two weeka' camp-
ing and fishing trip—"
"No." said the Watermelon. "I
don't like fishing, baiting the hook la
such darned hard work."
"Just back," went on the barber,
still quoMns. his soul yet rankling
with the deceit of ntan. "I^ook like
a tramp, probably—"
"Am one," grinned the Watermelon.
"And you thought you would get a
shave as you passed through the vil-
lage. wouldn't dare let your wife see
ytju—"
"Say," interrupted the Watermelon,
wearily, "what are you giving us? Did
anyone bunko you out of a shave with
that lingo?"
"Yes," snapped the barber. "About
an hour ago a feller blew In here and
said all that. He talked well and I
shaved him, and then he found he
hadn't any money in his old clothes
—but he would send It right down—
oh, yea—the moment he got to the ho-
tel. It ain't come and Harry, theVe.
says there ain't no one up to the
hotel like that. Harry's the porter."
"Sure," said Harry importantly. "I
passed the feller as I was corning
down and thero ain't any one like hum
to the hotel."
The Wutermelon laughed heartily.
"Tfaw," aald the barber. 1 tuow
he couldn't have robbed It It'a im-
possible, even if the thing could be
robbed, which U can't be. I waa right
here all the time."
"It's near the lookin'-glaaa," said the
Watermelon. "He went close to the
counter to see himself, didn't he?"
"Yes," admitted the barber alowly.
"He did look at himself for a long
time."
"And some of the time your back
waa turned," added the Watermelon.
"You were probably cleaning up or
looking for a whisk."
"Yes," admitted the barber again,
still more reluctantly. "But nobody
can bust Into one of them caah regis-
ters, not without a noiae that would
be heard across the room."
"I'll bet he did," said the Water-
melon. "Do you take me?"
"Rut they can't be buated," relter-
ater the barber.
"Then why the devil don't you bet?"
demanded the Watermelon. "You are
bettln' on a sure thing."
"Yes, go on. Don't be scared." en-
couraged Wilton'a gay youth in Joyful
chorus.
The barbt r started for his procious
register, but the Watermelon reached
It first and laid his hand on it.
"Do you take me?" he asked. "You
have to say that before you can count
the change or the bets— Say, is that
the galoot?" he nodded suddenly
toward the window anil all turned
quickly, instinctively, to look up the
village street. The Watermelon hast-
ily thrust a thin comb -between the
bell and the gong so it would not ring
as he gently pressed the twenty-flve
cent key, registering another quarter,
then he joined the othera, pushing
and struggling to see the man who
did not pass, and gazed languidly over
their heads.
"There ain't no one there." ex-
claimed the barber.
"He's passed out of sight," aald the
Watermelon, making a feeble attempt
to see up the street. "He was almost
by aa I saw him."
"Do you take me?" he aaked, aa
they returned to the counter and the
subject of the cash regiater.
"Aw, go on," urged Harry, who waa
a sport. "What are you afraid of?"
"He couldn't have picked It," Insist-
ed the barber, whose faith in hla reg-
iater was really sublime.
"Sure he could. They are eaay to
WOMIN FEELS
It TEARS
YOUNGER
Since LjdU EL Pinkham'i
' Vegetable Compound
Her Health.
Louisville. Ky.-"I take great pleaa-
nre in writing to inform you of what
Lydia E. Pinkham'e
Vegetable Com-
pound has done for
me. I waa weak,
nervous, and cared
for nothing but
sleep. Now I can
go ahead with my
work daily and feet
ten years younger
than before I started
taking your medi-
cine. I will ad via*
any woman to consult with you before
going to a doctor."—Mrs. inize Wil-
lis, 2229 Bank St, Louisville, Ky.
Another Sufferer Relieved.
Romayor, Texas.—"I suffered terri-
bly with a diaplacement and bladder
trouble. I waa in misery all the time
and could not walk any distance. I
thought I never could be cured, but my
mother advised me to try Lydia E. Pink-
ham's Vegetable Compound and I did.
" I un cured of the displacement and
tha bladder trouble is relieved. I think
the Compound is the finest medicine on
earth for suffering women." — lira.
Viola Jastul Romayor, Texaa.
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THERAPION
a guy who knows the ropes," declared ■" US 12^
the Watermelon. "The drummer waa _—
handing you a lot of hot air when he , . w o«.V^.i.
aald they can't be picked You don't |
want to be so easy."
The slur on his mental capacity waa :
too much for the barber. Hla vanity
rose In d' fense of his register where
his faith had failed. "1 have some
brains," he snorted. "I know the
thing Is perfectly safe. Yea, I take
you."
He etartcd to open the register, but
the Watermelon objected. "Here." he
cried, "let Harry do It. I'm not want-
ing to be bunkoed out of me hard-
earned lucre." And he lovingly rat-
tled the keya in his pockets.
"How much has been registered?"
asked the Watermelon.
Harry drew forth the strip of pa-
per and after a few momenta of men-
tal agony, confused by the different
results each obtained as all peered
eagerly over hla shoulder, he finally
arrived at the correct answer, three
dollars and sixty centa. It waa Sun-
day and shaving day for the male
quarter of the population.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
A striking illustration of the aay-
lng that the pith of a lady'a letter la
In the postscript occurred In the caae
I of a young lady who. having gone
1 out to India, and writing home to her
friends, concluded with the following
words: "P. 8.—You will see by my
signature that I am married."
Not Fit For Ladies
Public wntim«*t should lie (gainst H,
and we believe it is; there can be no rea-
son why ladies should have to suffer with
headaches and neurnlgia. especially when
Ilunt'a Lightning Oil given such prompt
relief. It is (imply a question of getting
the ladies to try it. All druggists sell
Hunt's l.ightning Oil in 25c and SOc bofc-
tlea.—Adv,
Something Else Again.
"How's the doctor today?"
Rardener—Very poorly, air.
"Has he got a locum tenens?"
Gardener—No, sir. 1 thidk ha haa
got a touch of Influenza.
J
CHAPTER II.
A Close thavo.
The Watermelon climbed the stone
wall and paused a moment to view
hla surroundings. The road wound up
thn hill from the village nestling at
Its foot and dipped again out of sight
farther on. On all sides were the
hills, falling rocky pasture lands, ris-
ing to orchards or woods, and now
and then a farm house. It waa sun-
nier, glad, mad, riotoua summer.
The Watermelon waa a vagabond In
every liber of his long, graceful self
The open places, the sweep of the
wlad, the call of tbe birds, the rise
and fall of the hills, hiding the faact>
natlng "beyond." found unconscious
harmony with his nature. As a oap-
tlvB animal, given a chance for free-
dom. makes for the nearest timber;
ss a est, in a strange neighborhood,
makes for the old, familiar attic, so
the Watermelon sought the country,
the peace and freedom and
whare a man can ba a man and not
a manikin.
He paused a moment, In perfect
containment with the world aad him-
self, while ap the valley, over the
hlUa, through tha
Perfect Contentment With tho
World and HimBOlf.
"A hobo, eh? Bunkoed you for fair.
You fellera oughtn't to be bo dog
goned eaay. Get wlae, get wise!"
We are wise now," ssld the barber
ruefully, and added sternly. "If you
want a ahave, you've got to show your
money first."
"Sure I want a shave," aald tbe
Watermelon, and carelessly rattled a
few old keys he carried in hla peoket
They Jingled with the clink of loose
colna and were pleaalng to tba oar If
not bo much to the touch. "I came
here for a shave, but I pay tor what
. want, aee? Bay. I'll bet that foliar
buated your caah regiater." and ho
nodded pleaaantly toward the aaw
ahlny receiver of customa on tbe aholf
uear the looking glaaa.
The remark brought aa agreeable
thrill of excited expectation to all save
the barber He a book bin head with
boundlena faith la hla new po—asston.
"I bought that Just last week aad tha
drummer said It waa praetieally thlof
proof."
You Don't Yawn When 8leapy. .
A good. wide, open-mouthed yawn Is
a s ilendid thing for the whole body,
says a hyglenlst. A yawn Is nature's
demand for rest. Home people think
they yawn only because they are
sleepy. Hut thia Is not so. You yswn
because you are tired. You may be
sleepy also, but that Is not the real
cause of your yawning You are
sleepy because you are tired, and you
yawn because you are tired. When-
ever you feel like yawning, just yawn.
Don't try to suppress it. And, If you
are where you can atretch at tho
same time thst you yawn, just stretch
and yawn. Thia la nature'a way of
stretching and relaxing the muscles.
Indeed, if you are very tired but do
not reel like yawning, there tb noth-
else thst will rest you so quickly
as to sit on a straight-backed chair,
and. lifting the feet from the floor,
push them out In front of you as far
as possible, stretching the arms, put-
ting the head back, opening the
mouth wide, aad aiaklng yourself
yawn. Thoae tense nerves will relax,
the contracted muscles will stretch
and tbe whole body will be reatea.
Important to Mothera , .
Examine carefully every bottle Of
CASTOBIA, a safe and sure remedy for
Infants and children, and aee that It
Bears the
Signature of |
In Uae For Over 90 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher's Caatoria
The third wife of a shoemaker lo
Kansas, who has been divorced twice,
has just Inherited t&B.OOO. He will
now be good and atlck to his laat.
Tea r Ma* • CarbimcL or IWI
Af« r It begins In form, by using DR rOS-
TEK'B ANTWmiC HBAt-INU OIU liu.
tvc. $1 00.
The ideal traveling companion—one
who wears the same sixe collar aa you
do.
Liquid biue N a wsak solution. Avoid
lu Buy Red Crass hall Blue, ike bias that's
all biua. Adv.
The fit pleasures of youth become
misfits In after years.
Half-Dona Work.
There la an old story of a miner
who had hidden hla great treasure un-
der a large bowlder. The secret was
discovered by two blacksmiths, each
of whom deterdilned lo secure tha
wealth, and set about preparing crow-
bara to pry up the rock. The one waa
In auch haate that he did hla work'
carelaanly, and though be waa first on
the spot his poor tool snapped, and
ho could not accomplish his purpose.
While ha hastened back to bis shop
to repair tho damage the second
smith, who had made ready more care-
fully, came with hla ntroag bar aad
carried off the treasure Half-dona
work defeata its owa eada, and tha
Buooeaa tor which oae la aet ready la
aot ready tor him
Laura's Answer.
Laara. aged four, waa aaked by a
visitor what nationality she waa.
"t'ai aa American." aha replied, "tan
same aa my papa la; but my mamma
la Franeh."
-Aad what la your baby brother.
" —— joat to nee
kaow ys< to
Folty KldMy nils Svctttf
because they ara a good honest med-
icine that cannot help but heal kid*
neyand bladder ailmentsand urinary
irregularities, if they are once taken
into tha system. Try them now
(or positive and permanent help.
Constipation
Vanishes Forever
Prompt ftaliaf—PothmMCm
CARTER'S UTTli
LIVER PILLS nova
fail. Purely vaasta-
ble — act surely A
Improve the compleaion, brighten the eyea
MALL 1LU SHALL DOIt. MAUPRJCL
Signature
talk yef
msa
BB^Pi
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Claremore Messenger. (Claremore, Okla.), Vol. 18, No. 43, Ed. 1 Friday, September 26, 1913, newspaper, September 26, 1913; Claremore, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc178538/m1/2/: accessed April 23, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.