Claremore Progress. And Rogers County Democrat (Claremore, Okla.), Vol. 23, No. 42, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 18, 1915 Page: 3 of 8
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THE CLAREMORE PROGRESS
His Contribution to the Feast
The new corn rustles crisp brown praise to God,
The pumpkin ripens with the grace of gold,
The beanstalk bursts its pod in gratitude,
Potatoes lift their eyes from out the mold:
And I am thankful
' HE sheriff of Mudge Creek
threw back his head and
raised his corded arms in
the luxury of relaxation.
It had been a trying day
and his small office with
its chuckling Are seemed
good. His eyes were
drowsy with content as he
slowly brought his flsts to
his shoulders, but even
while he was twisting his bearded face
into a mighty yawn his gate flamed
Are at hearing a staccato voice advise:
"I kind o' like ye that way. Keep
The sheriff was standing, back to
the speaker, and at the first word he
stiffened. Beyond this sudden rigid-
ity his square form evidenced nothing
to show he was aware of any intru-
lion; nor did he turn for several sec
onds, and then very deliberately. His
steady eyes beheld an old man, white
bearded and with shoulders that
stooped. What focused the sheriff's
attention, however, was a limp,
scrawny hand, holding a blue-steel
Colt's, whose menacing muzzle never
wavered a hair's breadth.
"Jem Peace, eh?" murmured the
sheriff, the veins on his tanned fore-
head standing out like whipcords as
he endeavored to eradicate any Bern
blance of interest from his voice; but
he could not quench his eyes, which
blazed in the thin, weak light of the
one kerosene lamp.
"Ya-as," admitted Mr. Peace, slowly
advancing. Then, sharply, "Turn
round. Easy! Stand still!" And his
left hand deftly encircled the other's
waist and removed the belt and Its
sagging holster. "Now, If ye ll conde-
scend t' take a chair at this leetle
table ye kin lower yer hands, while
we gossip a bit Jest like ol' neighbors.
Tut! tut! Keep 'em on th' table. An"
mebbe ye'd better kind o' clasp 'em.
"Waal, Jem; what's th' gamer In-
quired the sheriff gently, his eyes
never leaving the dark barrel of the
thirty-eight now resting at a slight
slant on the table.
"I got th' idee from promlscus cir-
ca* posters 'round th' settlement that
I'm wanted," began Mr. Peace.
"Five hundred, dead or alive, no
particular difference which; an' we
a-hankerin' fer ye." confirmed the
sheriff. "But what's th* game? Me?"
'T hope not," Blghed Mr. Peace. "I
hope 1 ain't got t' make It a thousan'
fer my ol' hide. Bat It all depends on
how ye take a leetle proposition I>e
come t' make. Ye jest brought in a
prisoner, unbeknownst ter anybody—
Fred Turner. Ye fetched him in sly-
like. so's there 'n'd be no premachoor
"Ye're gittin* t" be a truthful man
In yer ol' age," admired the sheriff.
"Yep; he's th' man that shot my dep.
aty through th' arm. So ye're come
fer him. eh?"
"In a way I have." mildly confessed
Mr. Peace; "but not in a rough, on-
lawful way. Fer 1 opine ye're gotn'
t' help me."
"Ye might as well crook yer Unger
an' be 4one with It." growled the aber-
iff. his beard bristling. "That's th'
only way ye kin git th' key."
"SqfUy. softly." soothed Mr. Peace,
stiffening his am a trifle. "Hear me
o«t afar* ye think o' tryta* t' Up th'
tafcla. «0«, what mmm at i
had ye ruther jam inter that jail In
"Jem Peace, th' worst ol' sinner
that ever fretted Wyomln'," declared
the sheriff, without a second's hesi-
"Now that's kind o' ye, an' it makes
tippln* tables onnecessary," cried Mr.
Peace heartily. "I've come t' take his
place; him f go free."
"What!" gasped the sheriff, jolted
out of his composure; and, his hands
unclasped and rested on the table as
he made to rise.
"Slump back in yer chair," com-
manded Mr. Peace, In a low, calm,
even tone, while his words were ac-
centuated by the elevated muzzle of
his gun. "Please don't forglt ag'ln an'
make me nervous. . . . Ya-as, I've
come t' take his place; th' place of
a fool young man, who never did
nuthln' worso'n lick up cheap whisky,
in which ye could count th' flnecut ter-
At the First Word He Stiffened.
backer. Arter roundln' up a heap o'
that stuff, It seems, he went on a ram-
page an' spiled yer deputy's gun arm
fer a while. But he ain't bad. He
Jest strayed on ter th' wrong range.
I'll swap myself fer him. What d'ye
"Just explain a bit more." begged
the sheriff earnestly. "Lead yer ace.
Why d'ye do it?"
The old man bowed his head a notch
and scrutinized his gun thoughtfully.
He seemed hesitant, but at laBt
laughed awkwardly, and asked: "Did
ye know Turner's mother once lived
out here, 'way back in '67? She was
one o' th' first women in th' first set-
tlement, I reckon. Wyomin' was a
maverick then; hadn't even been
branded as a territory. I knew her in
"1 don't know her. or of her," said
"Ye missed a heap," sighed the old
man. remlnlscently. "She was Kate
Connolly then; th' fetchin'est bit o'
woman gear In th" whole West. 8he
sent her boy out here t' round up
health an' muscle, an' she don't know
he's been runnin' wild."
"Go on," encouraged the sheriff,
now studying his visitor with new in-
terest. "Yer reason fer chippln' in?"
"Wa-al," confessed Mr. Peace, sheep-
ishly. "I reckon I thought a heap o'
Kate Connolly." And he lowered his
eyes so completely as to render his
position hazardous had the man across
the table been less curious. "She
seemed C take t* me. too.1 he contin-
"An' then?" prompted the sheriff.
"An' then her pa took her ter lowy.
an' she grew t' fergit me an' married
a dnde what probbly wore gall
An' I turned maverick an* ain't been
nobody's darlln' since. Bat I'm here t'
give her son •■thin' mare of a square
deal than she ever give dm. 1
like his ma. y# fcKSf
"I'll be dam'd!" ejaculated the sher-
"Ye will be If ye don't keep them
fins clustered in front o' ye," growled
Mr. Peace, resenting the other's sur-
'But sueh a cantankerous old whelp
as Jem Peace ever beln' In love,"
monstrated the sheriff, hardly heeding
the warning. "That gits me."
"Be ye game, o not?" barked Mr.
Peace angrily, and tapping the table
with his gun.
"I be,' cried the sheriff, warmly.
'An* it speaks well fer ye. Jem. t'
have these soft feelln's. I'll be hanged
if ye ain't almost human. Come right
back t' th' younker's room, an' in ye
go, an' out he comes. Ye kin trust
me t' keep my word, I reckon."
"I never asked or give much credit,"
demurred Mr. Peace. "Besides, there's
a leetle more t* th' game. Th' next
p'int is this: on th' nine o'clock stage
termorrer, Kate Connolly arrives t'
visit her son an' t' take him back
home with her. Her dude husband is
dead an' she's lonely. She's writ him
several letterB which he didn't git,
as he was hidin' up, until twenty-four
hours ago, when he rode inter Sears-
ville. Ye nabbed him there a hour
arter he showed me th' last letter,
what said shell be here termorrer.
He'd 'a' jumped a train an' cut her
out from th' Crick, only it was too
"An' ye're wantin*, Mister Peace?"
"I want him free from sunup ter-
morrer. t' meet his ma an' spend th'
day with her. I want her t" find him a
highly respected citizen. What's more,
she must find me a highly respected
citizen. He'll take her away on th'
arternoon stage; then ye kin have my
The sheriff gazed long and earnestly
at the blue circle across the table and
then stared Intently into the old man's
narrowed eyes. At last he suddenly
decided: "I'm game. I'll do it."
Mr. Peace slipped his weapon into
the holster under his arm and rose'
and said: "Lemme see th' younker
alone fer a minute, t' explain things
t' him. Then if ye'U kindly have yer
deputy take down all decorations from
th' street, where I'm branded as wurth
five hundred, I'll drop Inter Big Mike's
place early in th' mornin' an' mention
I'd like t' have th' posters removed
from th' barroom. Not that she's
likely t' go in there, but I'm keen t'
have th' whole town play my game
fer a few hours."
Then as they walked to the door,
still eyeing each other warily, Mr.
Peace suddenly reminded: "An' ter-
morrer's Thanksgivin' day. Wa-al, I
don't know whether I oughter be
thankful fer seeln' her once more or
The adult male population of the
settlement, almost to a man, was
gathered in Big Mike's place, busy In
pledging many healths. The spirit of
the day had been Invoked right early
as an excuse for a liberal indulgence,
and the proprietor, now approaching
the sentimental stage, had called for
volunteers to emulate him In toasting
the entire Btate in one all-encompass-
As the pleasing invitation was about
to be accepted the door swung smart-
ly open and a genial voice saluted:
"Ol" Jem Peace!" stuttered Big
Mike, staggering in front of the cash
drawer, while In mechanical unison
a forest of upraised hands left the
array of glasses untouched.
Mr. Peace took a lazy attitude at
the end of the bar and seemed lost in
meditation, quite unmindful of the
row of startled eyes focused on him.
But his right band thrust carelessly
Inside his rough coat was suggestive
enough to continue the tensity of the
situation. Suddenly he straightened
and sharply explained: Tm spendin
Thanksgivin' with th' sheriff, an" he's
backin' ir.e in what I have t' say. I
would like fer them signs up there
t' be took down fer th' day." and his
Colt'a swung In a circle at the numer-
m placards bearing his aama. "Kin
ye And time t' see it's done afore th
stage comes In. Michael?"
"I'll do It myself an' right Bway,
Mr. Peace," cried the proprietor ea
gerly. "Won't ye have a mild snort
while I'm doln' It?" and his band
reached behind him.
"Quit," snarled Mr. Peace, throwing
his gun forward. "Afore ye try hos'
tallty Jest prance 'round th' room with
bands up an' when ye come ter a
poster, brush it down. There! that's
much nicer, an' ye do it real graceful
an' pretty like." ThlB as the proprie-
tor entered upon his task In a stiff,
"Do we drink now. Mr. PeaceT"
humbly asked the man beside him. "I
don't want to do nothing hurried
"Sure ye kin; only, 1 allers admire
t' see two flippers on th' bar rail fer
every man present. HI! Number
Four, Where's yer left duke?" and the
Colt's was Instantly trained along the
"If ye please, Mr. Peace, I ain't got
only one," babbled the offender.
"I'll 'scuse ye, then." said the old
man, kindly, after craning his neck
to discover the empty sleeve.
After the glasses were gently re-
placed on the bar in the midst of a
prolonged smack Mr. Peace cleared
his throat and explained:
"Fer one day I'm a highly respected
citizen o' this settlement. Remember,
ye all admire me as a soft-hearted,
gentle-mannered ol' cuss, halter broke
an' kind t' children. When th' stage
comes in a ol' lady will git out. She
will be here a few hours an' 1 should
be desperate sorry t' hear any care-
less word dropped that might lead
her t' believe I ain't peaceful by na-
tur', as well as by name. 1 hope 1
won't have t' correct anybody, as she
ain't use t' gun play. Th' sheriff Is
backin' my game till arter th" last
"We think a heap of Mister Peace,
boys," shivered Big Mike.
"That's good; that rings true,"
grinned the old man. "It would be
kind o' nice if ye all remembered ter
use th' 'Mister.' Lemme hear ye say.
all tergether, 'Howdy. Mister Peace.'
All ready? Bark."
"Howdy. Mister Peace," growled the
"Don't sing It," remonstrated the did
man, "Put more feelin', more heart
inter it. Try it ag'in, an' sort o' smile
as If ye was that tickled t' see me that
ye'd swim seven miles under water,
jest t' grip hands."
The next essay was more satisfac-
tory, and the new eitizen then turned
to drilling Big Mike in crying. "Dear
"Only. Michael," warned Mr. Peace,
icily, "keep yer hands well up an' out,
as If ye was swimmln'. when ye say
it. An' don't try t' fall on my neck,
"Here's th' stage!" cried Big Mike.
It was an affecting spectacle, that of
the little, bright-eyed, old woman re-
joicing over her son. It appealed to
the loungers in front of Big Mike's
place as having been especially or-
dered for the day and Mudge Creek.
And as the two lavished terms of en-
dearment the onlookers assumed a
playful proprietorial air, and benign-
ly pronounced it all as very desirable.
Imbued with this feeling of responsi-
bility the settlement for a space for-
got to wonder at the genial presence
of Mr. Peace.
After mother and son had met, the
sheriff and Mr. Peace were duly pre-
sented, and those nearest heard her
say. in a pretty, puzzled way, "Mr.
Peace?" Then she clasped his with-
ered hand and peered intently Into his
bearded face, while he stood stiffly,
with his eyes staring ovor her shoul
der. "Why, it can't be—why, it's Jem
my Peace!" she cried, softly. "It's the
Jem I use to know." And she placed
her other hand on his rough coat
sleeve and beamed in delight at de-
tecting him beneath his whiskers.
"Ya-as, It's me, ma'am," he awk-
wardly confessed. "Lawd! We two
ain't met fer a dog's age. How d'ye
know me? I s'posed th' brand had
"Know you!" Bhe cried in a little
birdlike voice; "as if I could ever for-
get you. You were—yes, Jem, you
were—you were a handsome boy."
"A-kerchew!" loudly sneezed Big
Then the bystanders were precluded
from hearing much more as the inter-
ruption caused Mr. Peace to suggest
"Michael, ye're ketchln' cold out
here. Please, please go inside an' take
th' boys with ye."
"Dear ol' Jem," choked the proprie-
tor. turning humbly away; and the
strangling, and after kicking the oft
horse rushed blindly into the bar,
whence Issued a series of miniature
The sheriff, quickly observing the
warning glint in Mr. Peace's eyes, hur-
riedly suggested an Inspection of the
settlement, to be followed by a little
dinner at his official residence. The
gray-haired little mother had moved
him to a Bofter mood, and as the four
walked along he found himself lavish
lng praise on his recent prisoner.
"An' It's proud 1 be t' have ye an'
yer son at my table ter-day," he con-
"Everyone is so kind," she protest-
ed, tearfully. "And you all seem to
think so much of Fred. You'll be sorry
to havo him go?"
"I'd flggered on his stoppln' longer,"
said the sheriff, gravely.
"Too bad ye have t' start back ter
night," observed Mr. Peace, sorrow-
"Why." she returned In surprise. "I
had expected to spend a few dayB
here; so Fred could bid all good-by. I
"I've said my farewells, mother,"
broke In the son, anxiously.
8he halted and turned and surveyed
them with happy eyes. "Do you know,"
she cried, "you are for all the world
like two dear old cronies."
"Brothers Ib a better word," choked
Mr. Peace, warily clasping the sheriff's
Inquisitive left. '
As they turned a corner their con
versatlon was broken Into by the ap-
pearance of live men. sent out by Big
Mike to spy on the situation. Mr
Peace Immediately fell behind the
widow and her son and ensconced his
right hand In the bosom of his coat,
whereat the broad grin of amusement
Instantly evolved into a wild-eyed, fer-
vent gaze of admiration. And the
quintet, lining the rough path, sa
laamed deeply and awkwardly and
cried as one: "Howdy, Mister Peace."
'Dear me! I feel almost unworthy
to be In Buch fine company," said the
"I'd bet—that Is. If 1 was a gamblln
man—" said the sheriff, earnestly,
"that every man or group we meet
will salute him in that same respect-
"They do it t' please me," deprecated
Mr. Peace. "It was th' furst thing 1
heard at th' hotel this mornin'."
The sheriff's prophecy was fulfilled
several times as they wandered about
the settlement, while waiting for the
dinner hour. The air was crisp and
tingling, and the exercise put a bright
light In the widow's eyes and brought
a tinge of pink to her pale cheeks.
The sheriff could easily believe that
tered. "There! there! Hers comes th'
stage. Good-by. S'long, my boy. Ksop
"If he'd only follow my example."
she sobbed, turning to mount the step.
"He'll go high if he does," declared
the sheriff, gently.
"Jem. come here," she Bald, leaning
from the window. Then seizing bis
limp hand she whispered: "And you
never wrote me In answer to my last
letter. I never forgot you. I felt bad
to believe you'd forgotten."
"Gee lang!" called out the driver In
response to a nod from the sheriff.
And as the stage swung down the
rough road. Mr. Peace removed his old
hat and stood Jtaring after It. while a
drop of molsturd on his hand burned
like a bit of fire. As the vehicle
"Be Ye Game, or Not?"
crowd, remembering the morning's In-
structions. hoarsely chanted: "Howdy.
Despite the Irrelevancy of the salu-
tation the widow's eyes sparkled with
new pleasure aa she cried:
"And to think. Jem. It's forty years
since we've seen each other.; and I
find yon. as I left you. exerting a
kindly Influence over these rough
The stage driver, catching tno last,
gave an excellent pantomime of a man
as Kate Connolly she must have been
Where the way was broad all four
walked abreast; when it became nar-
row the sheriff and Mr. Peace walked
arm in arm. It pleased the widow not
a little to observe their simple gal-
lantry. For as the hours passed the
sheriff's solicitude for his old friend's
ease increased. He could not bear. It
Beemed, to be away from his side.
When they reached the sheriff's house
he courteously stood aside for Mr.
Peace to precede him; and the latter,
now given continually to a clerical
pose, insisted the sheriff should enter
first. They compromised by locking
arms and affectionately squeezing
During the dinner the widow's quick
glance decided her host must be un-
comfortable from his heavy belt, and
begged him to remove It. He turned
his troubled gaze on Mr. Peace with
out complying. The old man smiled
slightly and hastened to explain how
even he had got into the habit of car-
rying firearms. In a final burst of con
fidence he added:
"Why, I've got one on now. Reckon
we'd better discard, sheriff."
And the two. narrowly meeting eyes,
released buckle for buckle, as if play-
ing a game, and slowly deposited
their weapons behind them.
"Now for a toast." cried the young
man. in a search of an expedient to
divert his mother's attention.
"Let Mis' Turner give one," urged
the sheriff, carelessly swinging about
sideways to the table.
"Very well," she fluttered. "To all
that we should be thankful for on this
day, and to all those whose sacrifices
have made the day possible."
"We shall not meet again. Jem." she
said, as they stood waiting for the
stage. "We are near the grave."
"Huh! Give me a good boss—Wa-al,
there's a heap of truth In what ye
say, ma'am." he stumbled.
"Call me Kate," she whispered.
"You haven't today. We were good
friends in the old times. And you've
been a good friend to the last. The
sheriff says you've done more for my
boy than I can ever appreciate."
"I may 'a' been accommodating
that's all," he belittled, averting his
"But. Jem." she continued, not heed-
ing him, "it pleases me to think you
did it all Jor my sake. We're both
along in years and I can say it. 1 like
to think you've wisely counseled my
son for the sake of Kate Connolly.'
"I'd a' done much fer her," he mut
Pirut," Raged the Infuriated
swayed around a curve he sighed.
"Up with yer hands," broke in the
sheriff's metallic voice. "Th' game's
over, an' we're takln' no chances. Take
his gun, Mike."
But that night, Just as the snow-
laden wind succeeded in jamming the
moon behind a rack of cloudB, the set-
tlement was aroused by a volley of
pistol shots. An Investigation re-
vealed the coatless sheriff dancing
madly In front of the Jail and empty-
ing his second gun at the sound of
clattering hoofs somewhere ahead. Oc-
casionally a spurt of flame answered
back from the darkness.
Th' ol' pirut," raged the intsriated
officer. "He's off on my best hoss."
Then to himself: "An' I let him enter
that cell an' hide a gun an' tools when
he said he wanted t' chin th' younker!"
SHOULD BE MADE A HABIT
Let Spirit of Thanksgiving Remain In
the Heart Throughout the
Long centuries before the landing of
the Pilgrims, and longer yet before
presidents and governors began to set
apart the day in late November which
has developed into an old-home festi-
val dear to American hearts, the apos-
tle Paul was emphasizing over and
over the element of thanksgiving as an
essential part of the equipment of
those who would lead the right kind
of a life.
Not the kind of thanksgiving which
finds expression only on designated
occasions, as the reBUlt of a formal
proclamation, and to the accompani-
ment of a family reunion and a groan-
ing dinner table. That Is good as far
as it goes, but the thanksgiving which
is really worth while, that which
make the individual better and strong-
er, and which blesses the whole world.
Is the thanksgiving which becomes a
A year of doubt and discontentment
cannot be atoned for by one day of
gratitude for the bounties of the har-
vest. The pessimism which prevents
peace and progress through three hun-
dred and sixty-four days cannot be
offset by the optimism which goes
with eating a turkey dinner.
It makes a vast difference in the ef-
fectiveness of our work and in what
life brings us whether we approach
each day in a spirit of appreciation or
of depreciation. And we all have so
much to be thankful for, if we only
stop to realize it! The poor, the sick
and the old are more thrilled with
gratitude for the numberless blessings
of their lot than the rich, the well and
theh young, whose opportunities and
possibilities are so much greater.
Here works the law of compensation.
This Thanksgiving day means much
to all Americans, but will mean much
more to those who make each day In
all the coming year a day of gratitude
—gratitude expressed and shared—
for the things material and spiritual
which we too often accept as a matter
of course, for the every day blessings
of life in this wonderful age. for the
privilege of self-development and ol
becoming braver and more patient,
for the golden opportunities of love
and labor, of sacrifice and service.—
Thankfulness and Murmuring.
Some murmur when their sky is clear
And wholly brought to view.
If one small pe-.-k of dark appear
In their great heaven of blue:
And some with thankful love are filled
If hut one streak of light.
One ray of God's nood mercy, gtld
The darkness of their night.
In palaces are hearts that ask.
In discontent and pride.
Why life is such a dreary tnsk
And all good thlncs denied?
And hearts In poorest huts admliw
HoW love has In their aid
(Love that never seems to tlre>
Buch rich provision made.
OKLAHOMA NEWS NOTES
SHAD0W8 OF COMING gVKNT*.
Nov. jj_ Cornerstone laying, Oklahoma
Nov. 18-20—Hchool land Bale, S R«no.
Nov. 22-23—Hchool land aule, Chandler.
, Nov. 16, Hhrlntrs Stale Ceremonial, Ok-
I«ov. 2S-27--State Educational Associa-
tion. Oklahoma Citv. -
Nov. 29-Dec. 3—School land sale, King"
Nov. 29—Allotted land sale. Wagoner.
Nov. 2#—Allotted land sale, Coalgate.
Nov. 29—Allotted land sale, claremore.
Nov. 29—A lotted land sale, Tlahomlng®.
Nov. 30—Allotted land sale, Hugo.
Nov. 30—Allotted land Stigler
>v. 30—Allotted land sale, Eufaula.
■jv. 30—Allotted land sale. Wewoka.
Nov. 30— Allotted land sal.-, Sulphur.
Nov. 30—Allotted land sale, Waurika.
Deo. 1—Allotted land sale, llartleavglfc
Dec. 1—Allotted land sale, Vinita.
Dec. 1—Allotted land sale. Okemah.
Dec. 1—Allotted land sale, Stilwell.
Doc, 1 Allotted laial sale, Ada.
Dec. 1 — Allotted laud Bale, Duncan.
Dei- 1—Allotted land sal'-, Antler*.
Dec. 2—Allotted land sale, Durant.
Dec. 2 -Allotted land sale, McAlester.
Dec. 2—Allotted land sale, Marietta.
Dec. 2—Allotted land sale. Tulsa.
Dec. 2- Allotted land sale. .Sallisaw.
Dec. 3—Allotted land sal.-. Chickasha.
Dec. 3—Allotted land sale. Idabel.
Dec. .1—Allotted land sale, Atoka.
Dec. 3—Allotted land sale, Pryor.
Dec. 3—Allotted land sale, Poteau.
Dec. 3—Allotted land sale, Okmulgee.
Dec. 3—Allotted land sale. Sapulpa.
Dec. 4—Allotted land sale, Jay.
Dec. 4—Allotted land sale, Nowata.
Dec. 4—Allotted land sale, Tahlequah.
Dec. 4—Allotted land sale, Holdenville.
Dec. 4—Allotted land sale, Muskogee.
Dec. 4—Allotted land sale, Ariftnore.
Dec. 4—Allotted land Bale, Pauls Valle)|
Dec. 4—Allotted land sale, Madill.
Dec. 5—Poultry Show, Woodward.
Dec. 6-R—School iand "ale. Guthrie.
Der. 9-io—Oklahoma Municipal Leagu%
rjec. 9-11—School land sale. Norman.
Dec. 13-16—School land Bale. Oklahoma
Dec. 27-Jan. 1. Eaitern Oklahoma Poul-
try Show. Tulsa.
•Tan. 8-18—Sale cf Indian lands of
Choctaws and Chlckasaws.
March S-n—Livestock Show. Oklahoma
Sept. 23-J0—State Fair, Oklahoma City.
Nov. 19—State C. at Kansas Agricul-
Nov. 19—Edmonl at Phillips U.
Nov. 25—Arkansas U. at Kendall.
Nov. 25—State U. vs. Agglea. Oklahoma
Mountain Park Herald says that
1,056 bales of cotton have been ginned
there this season.
All but $10,000 has been raised for
a packing plant at Enid, starting with
a capital of $25,000.
Cleve moore, charged with murder,
broke from jail at Enid and still is at
large. This is the third jailbreak there
In the last nine months.
W. A. Newton, former cashier of the
First State Bank of Rush Springs, was
arrested on the charge of embezzling
SI,054 from the bank.
Claude Williamson, 19 years old, fell
from a freight train at Haskell and was
Instantly killed when the train passed
over his body, Severing both legs.
The traction line at Ardmore has
been put in operation again and the
receiver announces that the cars will
be kept, running until the line is sold,
Owing to the death of a Hobart high
school boy the result of an accident
In a recent game there, football has
been abolished as a sport by the local
board of education.
While E. V. Lemon was entertaining
friends at his home in El Reno, he
died from an attack of heart failure.
His wife and child were at Calumet
visiting relatives when his death oc-
Investigation by farmers in Woods
county develops that the hesslan fly is
busy In the early sown and volunteer
wheat. Some of the fields were found
so badly infected that there is no prob-
ability of their making a crop.
James and Hood Baldwin, residing
near Broken Bow, who were convicted
several months ago in Severie county.
Ark., on a charge of bank robbery
were pardoned by Governor Hays last
week. The brothers are among the
leading residents in the Broken Bow
vicinity. They were serving six years
each. The Baldwins were accused of
being the masked bandits who robbed
the bank of Oilham of $1,000 in day-
light last April.
A. J. Discher, of Bartlesville, recog-
nized as the greatest authority in th"
world on the production and market
ing of naturdl gas, is said to bo at the
I head of a company, capitalized at
$1,500,000, organizing to construct a
pipeline into the Newkirk gas field.
SherifT John S. Barger of Muskogee
county has issued notices that begin-
ning November 15 he will arrest the
owners of all automobiles which are
not carrying state licenses. Penalty
for conviction of such an offense is a
line of from $50 to $100.
Edgar A. Nelson, of Guthrie, a San-
ta Fe railroad fireman, has been not!-
j fied that he will not only receive a
l Carnegie medal for heroically saving
1 a young man from drowning In the
Cottonwood river, in 191:1, but that he
I will be awarded $1,000.
E. K. tlaylord, in a letter to the di-
I rectors of the Oklahoma City Chamber
of Commerce, tendered his resignation
| as president of that organization and
I Ed. S. Vaught, an attorney, vice presi-
| dent of the chamber, was elected
president by a unanimous vote. Mr.
Gavlord is removing to Arizona for his
Already three carloads of pecans
have been shipped from Shawnee and
the season's output will be hetvy. Both
as to yield and quality the year's pro-
duction locally will be exceptional.
The nuts come from wild trees, and the
crop from •*. trtfe will bring $25.
William M. Haney. aged 57 years,
shot and killed himself at his farm
home five miles east of Red Rock.
Haney was in Perry the same day and
entered into a written agreement with
his wife concerning a division of their
property as part of divorce pn c°edlnga
which Mrs. Haney instituted in Perry.
Origin of Little Moment.
It is with chastened heart that ■
great nation can take stock of what It
bas. find that in the ultimate sense
everything is on the debit side, and re-
turn thanks to God for his bounty and
goodness. In this light, no querulous
questions will arise as to the origin ol
Thanksgiving day. whether It came
over with the Pilgrims or was ob
served long before, wherever and
whenever men paused to reflect upon
During the past few weeks more
than SoO head of cattle hare been
shipped to Elk City and distributed
among the farmers of that section.
There is an itamense feed crop and
few cattle in the county. Bankers are
lending money to farmers to buy cat-
tle, and several hundred additional
head will be shipped in during the
next few days.
Former United States Senator Joseph
Bailey of Texas will be the jrinclpal
speaker at the annual meeting of the
Oklahoma Bar Association to be held
at Oklahoma City holiday week.
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