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E QREEN PEA PIRATES
By PETER B. KYNE
Author of "WEBSTER—MAN’S MAN,” "THE VALLEY OF THE GIANTS,” ETC.
CopvrigM, hy P.ter B. Kyn.
CHAPTER XIV—Continued.
—16—
"All right, Mac. I guess the com-
modore's font slipped this time, but
l ain’t squawkin' yet."
“No. Not yet,” cried Mr. Qlbney
Jltterly, “but soon.”
“I ain't, nuther,” Captain Semites
issumed an air of Injured virtue. “I’m
i-wlllln' to go through with you, Olb,
it a loss, for nothin' else except to
sonvlnee you o' the folly o' nmkln' this
i one-man syndicate. I Hln't a-klckln’,
,ut I’m free to confess that I'd like to
je consulted oncet la a while."
"That’s logic," rumbled the single-
nlnded McGuffey,
"You dirty welchers,” roared the
tommodore. "I ain't askin’ you two
to take chances with me. Me an’
Nells’ll take tills deal over Independ-
ent o' the syndicate.’”
"Well, let's dress this here diver,”
retorted the cautious Scruggs, "an’
semi him into the hold for a look
around before we make up our minds.”
Captain Scraggs was not a man to
take chances.
They moored the launch to the
wreck and commenced operations. Mr.
Olbuey worked the air pump while
the diver, ax In hand, dropped Into the
murky depths of the flooded hold. He
was down half an hour before he sig-
naled to lie pulled up. All hands
sprang to the line to haul him hack
to daylight, and the Instant he popped
clear of the water Mr. Glhney unbur-
dened himself of an agonized curse.
In his hands the diver held a large
decayed codttsh I
Captain Scraggs turned a sneering
glance upon the unhappy commodore
while McGuffey sat down on the damp
rail of the derelict and laughed until
the tears coursed down his honest
face.
“A dirty little codflshln’ schooner,”
raved Captain Scraggs, "an’ you
n-sinkln’ the time an’ money o’ the
syndicate In rotten codfish on the
say-so of a clairvoyant you ain’t even
been Introduced to. fiib, if that's busi-
ness, all I got to sny is: ‘Excuse me.’”
Mr. Glhney seized the defunct fish
from the diver's hand, tore it In half,
slapped Captain Scruggs with one aw-
ful fragment and hurled the other at
McGuffey.
"I’m outer the sypdlcnte," he raved,
beside himself with anger. “Here I
go to work an’ make a fortune for a
pair of short sports an’ pikers an’ you
get to squealin' at the first flve-liun-
dred dollar loss. I know you of old,
Phlneas Scraggs, an' the leopard can't
change his spots.” He raised his right
hand to heaven. “I’m through for
keeps. We'll sell the pearls today,
divvy up, an' dissolve. I'm through.”
“Glad of it,” growled McGuffey.
"I don’t want no more o' that codfish,
an’ as soon ns we git flghtln’ room I'll
prove to you that no near-sallor can
insult me an’ git away with It. Me
an’ Scraggsy's got some rights. You
cun walk on Scraggsy, Gib, hut It
takes a man to walk on the McGuffey
family.”
Nothing but the lack of sea-room
prevented a battle royal. Sir. Glhney
Ax in Hand, Dropped Into the Murky
Depths of the Flooded Hold.
stood glaring at his late partners. Ills
great hum-like lists were opening and
closing automatically.
“You’re right, Mac,” he said pres-
ently, endeavoring to control Ids an-
ger and chagrin. "We’ll settle this
later. Take that helmet off the diver
arf lei's hear what lie’s got to report.”
With the helmet removed the diver
spoke:
“As near as 1 can make out, boss,
there ain’t a thing o' value In this
hulk hut n couple o' hundred tons o’
codfish. She wns cut in two just for d
o' the bulkhead an' her anchors car-
ried away on the section that was cut
off. She ain't worth tlie cost o’ towin’
her In on the fiats.”
“So that codfish bus some value,”
sneered t’nptnln Scruggs.
“Great grief, Scraggsy! Don’t tell
me It's sp’lled,” cried McGuffey, simu-
lating horror.
“No, not quite, Mac, not quite. .lust
slightly. 1 s'pose Gilt’ll lack a sign
to the stub o' the main mast: 'Slight-
ly spoiled codfish for sale. Apply to
A. I*. Glhney, on the premises. Spe-
cial rates on Friday.’ ”
Mr. Glhney quivered, hut made no
reply, lie carefully examined that
portion of the derelict above water and
discovered that by an additional ex-
penditure of about fifty dollars he
might recover an equal amount In
brass fittings. The Kadiak's house
was gone and her decks completely
gutted. Nothing remained hut the am-
putated hull and the foul cargo below
her battered decks.
In majestic silence the commodore
motioned nil hands Into the launch.
In silence they returned to the city.
Arrived here, Mr. Glhney paid off the
launch man and the diver and ac-
companied by Ills associates repaired
to a prominent jeweler’s shop with
the pearls they had accumulated in
the South seas. The entire lot was
sold for thirty thousand dollars. An
hour later they had adjusted their
accounts, divided the fortune of the
syndicate equally, and then dissolved.
At parting, Mr. Glhney spoke for the
first time when it had not been ab-
solutely necessary.
“Put a beggar on horseback nn’
he’ll ride to the devil,” he said. “When
you two swabs was poor you wns con-
tent to Jet me lead you Into a fortune,
but now thnt you’re well-heeled, you
think you're business men. All right!
I ain't got a word to say except this:
Before 1 get through with you two
beachcombers I’ll have all your money
and you'll he n-heggln’ me for a Job.
I apologize for soakin' you two with
that diseased codfish, an’ for old sake’s
sake we won't fight. We’re still
friends, but business associates no
longer, for I’m too big n figger in this
syndicate to stand for any criticism
on m.v handlin’ o' the Joint finances.
Hereafter, Scraggsy, old klddo, you
an' Mac can go It alone with your
sternwheel steamer. Me an’ The
Squarehead legs It together an’ takes
our chances. You don't hear thnt poor
untootered Swede makln' no holler at
the way I've handled the syndicate—”
“But, Gib, m.v dear hoy,” chattered
Captain Scraggs, “will you Just listen
to re—”
"Enough! To* much Is plenty.
Let’s shnke hands an’ part friends.
We just can’t get along in business
together, (tint's all."
"Well, I’m sorry, Gib,” mumbled Mc-
Guffey, very much crestfallen, "but
then you hove that dog-gone fish af
me an’—”
“That was fortune hittln' you a
belt In the fnce, Mac, an’ you wns too
self-conceited to iccognize It. Remem-
ber thnt, both of you two. Fortune
hit you In the face today an’ you
didn’t know It.”
“I’d ruther die poor, Gib,” wailed
McGuffey.
The commodore shook hands cor-
dially and departed, followed by the
faithful Neils Halvorsen. The mo-
ment the door closed behind them
Scraggs turned to the engineer.
“Mac,” he said earnestly, “Gib’s up
to somethin'. He's got that Imagina-
tion o’ his workln'. I enn tell it every
time; he gets a foggy look in Ills eyes.
We mads a mistake kiddin' him today.
Gill’s a sensitive hoy some ways an'
I reckon we hurt his feelln's without
intendin’ it.”
"He tlirun a dead codfish at me,"
protested McGuffey. “I love old Gilt
like a brother, hut that’s carryin’
things with a mighty high hnnd.”
"Well, I’ll apologize to him,” de-
clared Captain Scraggs and stnrted
for the door to follow Mr. Glhney.
McGuffey barred his way.
"You apologize without my consent
an’ you gotta buy me out o’ the Vic-
tor. I won’t be no engineer with a
skipper that lnckn backbone.”
“Oh, very well, Mac.” Captain
Scraggs realized loo well the value of
McGuffey in the engine room. He
knew he could never be happy with
anybody else. “We’ll complete the
deal with the Victor, ship a crew, get
down to business, an’ leave Gib to his
codfish. An’ let's pny our bill an’ get
outer here. It’s too high-toned for
me—an' expensive.”
For two weeks Captain Scraggs nnd
McGuffey saw no more of Mr. Glhney
nnd Neils Halvorsen. In the mean-
time, they had commenced running the
Victor regularly up river, soliciting
business In opposition to the regular
steamboat lines. While the Victor was
running with light freights and con-
sequently at a loss, the prospect for
ultimate business was very bright and
Scraggs nnd McGuffey were not at ull
worried about the future.
Judge at their surprise, therefore,
when one morning who should appear
at the door of Scruggs’ cabin but Mr.
Glhney.
“Mornin’, Gib," began Scraggs cheer-
ily. "I s’pose you been rolled for your
money ns per usual, an' you’re around
lookin’ for a job ns mate?”
Mr. Glhney Ignored this veiled In-
sult. "Not yet, Scraggsy. 1 got about
five hundred tons o' freight to send up
to Dunnlgnn's landing an' I want a
lump sum figger for doin’ the job. We
parted friends an’ for the sake o' old
times I thought I’d give you a chance
to figger on the business."
"Thunky, Gib. I’ll he glad to.
Where's your freight an’ what does
it consist of?”
"Agricultural stuff. It s crated, an’
I deliver It here on the steamer’s deck
within reach o’ her tackles. No heavy
pieces. Two men can handle every
piece easy.”
“Turnin’ farmer, Gib?"
“Thinkln’ about It a little," the com-
modore admitted. “What’s your rate
on this freight? It ain't perishable,
so get down to brass tacks.”
"A dollar a ton,” declared the greedy
Scraggs, naming a figure fully forty
cents higher than he would have been
willing to accept. “Five hundred dol-
lars for the lot."
“Suits me." The commodore non-
chalantly handed Scraggs five hundred
dollars. “Gimme a receipt," lie said.
So Captain Scraggs gave him a re-
ceipted freight hill and Mr. Giliney de-
parted. An hour later a barge was
hunted alongside the Victor and Neils
“Holy Sailor!" He Shouted. “Who
Uncorked That Atter o’ Violets?”
Halvorsen appeared In Scraggs’ cabin
to Inform him that the five hundred
tons of freight was ready to be taken
aboard.
“All right, Nells. I’ll put a gang
to work right off.” He came out on
deck, paused, tilted his nose, and
sniffed. He was still sniffing when
McGuffey bounced up out of the engine
room.
“Holy Sailor!” he shouted. "Who
uncorked that atter o’ violets?”
“You dog-gone squarehead,” shrieked
Captain Scrnggs. “You been monkey-
in' around that codfish again.”
“What smells?” demanded the mate,
poking Ills nose out of Ills room.
“That tainted wealth I picked up at
sea,” shouted a voice from the dock,
and turning, Scraggs and McGuffey
observed Mr. Glhney stnndiyg on a
stringer smiling at them.
“Gib, my dear boy,” quavered Cap-
tain Scrnggs, "you can’t mean to say
you’ve unloaded them gosh-awful cod-
fish—’’
“No, not yet—but soon, Scraggsy,
old tarpot."
Captain Scrnggs wns on the verge
of tears. “But, Gib! My dear boy!
This freight’ll foul the Victor up for
n month o’ Fridays—an’ 1 just took
out a passenger license 1”
"I'm sorry, Scraggsy, but business
Is business. You’ve took my money
nn' you got to perform."
“You lied to me. You said It was
agricultural stuff an' I thought It wns
plows an’ hnrrers an’ sieli—”
"It's fertilizer—an’ If thnt ain't agri-
cultural stuff I hope my teeth may
drop out an' roll In the ocean. An’ it
ain't perishable. It perished long ago.
I ain’t deceived you. An’ If you don't
like the scent o’ dead codfish on your
decks, you can swab ’em down with
Florida water for a month.”
Captain Scraggs’ mate came around
the corner of the house and addressed
himself to Captain Scraggs.
"You can give me my time, sir. I’m
a steamboat mute, not a grave digger
or a coroner’s assistant, or nn under-
taker, an’ 1 can’t stand to handle tills
here freight.”
Mr. McGuffey tossed Ills silken en-
gineer’s cap over to Scraggs.
“Hop on thnt, Scraggsy. Your own
Imt Is ground to powder. Ain’t It
strange, Gib, what little imagination
Scraggsy's got? He’ll stand there
a-sereaniln’ an' n-cussln' an’ n-prancin'
—Scraggsy! Ain't you got no pride,
makln' such a spectacle o’ yourself?
We don’t have to handle this freight
o' Gib’s at all. We'll just hook onto
thnt barge an’ tow it up river."
“You won’t do nothin’ o’ the sort.
Mae, because that's my barge an’ I
ain’t n-goln' to let It out o’ my sight.
I’ve delivered my freight alongside
your steamer and prepaid the freight
an' It’s up to you to handle It."
“Olb!"
"That’s the programme 1"
“Adelhert," crooned Mr. McGuffey,
“ain’t you got no heart? You know
1 got a half Interest In the Victor—"
"O-oo-oh J" Captain Scraggs groaned,
and his groan wns that of a seasick
passenger. When he could look up
again Ids face was ghastly with mis-
ery.
"Glh." lie pleaded sadly, “you got
us where the hair is short. Don't In-
voke the law an’ make us handle that
codfish, Gib! It ain’t right. Gimme
leave to tow that barge—anything to
keep your freight off the Victor, an’
we’ll pull It up river for you—”
"Be a good feller, Gib. You usen’ter
lie hard an’ spiteful like that," urged
McGuffey.
“I'll low the barge free," walled
Scraggs.
Mr. Glhney sat calmly down on the
stringer and lit a cigar. Nature had
blessed him with a strong constitu-
tion amidships and the contiguity of
Ids tainted fortune bothered him but
little. He squinted over the tip of the
cigar at Captain Scrnggs.
“You’re just the same old Scraggsy
you was in the green-pea trade. All
you need is a ring in yer nose,
Scraggsy, to make you a human hog.
Here you goes to work an’ soaks me
a dollar a ton when you’d be tickled
to death to do the Job for half o’ that,
an’ then you got the gall to stand
there appealin’ to my friendship! So
you’ll tow the barge up free, eh? Well,
just to make the transaction legal, I’ll
give you a dollar for the job an’ let
you have the barge. Skip to It,
Scraggsy, an’ draw up a new bill,
guaranteed’ to tow the barge for one
dollar. Then gimme back $499.00 an’
I'll hand you back this receipted
freight bill.”
Captain Scraggs darted into his cab-
in, dashed off the necessary document,
and returning to the deck, presented
It, together with the requisite refund,
to Mr. Glhney, who, In the meantime,
had come aboard.
“Whatever are you n-goin’ to do
with this awful codfish, Gib?" he de-
manded.
Mr. Glhney cocked his hat over one
ear and blew a cloud of smoke in the
skipper’s face.
“Well, boys, I’ll tell you. Salted
codfish that's been under water a long
time gets most o’ the salt took out of
it, an’ even at sea, if it’s left long
enough, it’ll get so darned ripe that
it’s what you might call offensive. But
It makes good fertilizer. There ain’t
nothin’ in the world to equal codfish,
medium ripe, for fertilizer. I’ve rigged
up a deal with a orchard comp’ny
that’s layin’ out a couple o' thousand
acres o’ young trees up in the delta
lands o’ the Secramento. I’ve sold ’em
the lot, after first buyin’ It from the
owners o' the schooner for a hundred
dollars. Every time these orchard fel-
lers dig a hole to plant a young fruit
tree they aim to heave a codfish in the
bottom o’ the hole first, for fertilizer.
There was upward o’ two hundred
thousand codfish in that schooner an’
I've sold ’em for five cents each, de-
livered at Dunnigan’s landin’. I fig-
ger on cleanin’ up about seven thou-
sand net on the deal. I thought mean’
Neils was stuck at first, but I got my
Imagination workln'—”
Captain Scraggs sank limply Into
McGuffey’s arms and the two stared
at the doughty commodore.
“Hit In the face with a fortune an’
didn’t know it," gasped poor McGuffey.
“Gib, I’m sure glad you got out whole
on that deal.”
"Thanks to a lack o’ Imagination in
you an’ Scraggsy I'm about two hun-
dred an' fifty dollurs ahead o' my
estimate now, on account o’ the free
tow o' that barge. Me an' Neils cer-
tainly makes a nice little split on
account o’ this here codfish deal.”
“Gib,” chattered Scraggs, "what’s
the matter with reorganizin’ the syn-
dicate?”
“Be a good feller, Adelbert,”
pleaded McGuffey.
Mr. Gibuey was never so vulnerable
as when one he really loved called
him by his Christian name. He drew
an arm across the shoulders of Mc-
Guffey and Scrnggs, while Nells Hal-
vorsen stood by, Ills yellow fangs
flashing with pleasure under his wul-
rus mustache.
“Scraggsy! Mac! Your fins! We'll
reorganize the syndicate, an’ the min-
ute me an’ Nells finds ourselves with
a hill o’ sale for a one-quarter Inter-
est in the Victor, based on the netpnl
cost price, we’ll tow this here barge—"
“An' spilt the profits on the cod-
fish?" Scraggs queried eagerly.
“Certainly not. Me an’ Nells splits
that fifty-fifty. A quarter o’ them
profits Is loo high a price to pay for
your friendship, Scraggsy, old deceit-
ful. Remember, I made that profit
after yob nn’ Mac had pulled out o’
the syndicate.”
“That’s logic," McGuffey declared.
"It's highway robbery,” Scraggs
snarled. "1 won’t sell no quarter In-
terest to you or The Squarehead, Gib
Not on them terms.”
"Then you’ll load tli.em codfish
aboard, or pay demurrage on that
barge for every day they hong around;
nn’ If the board of health condemns
’em an’ chucks ’em overboard 1 11 sue
you an’ Mac for m.v lost profits, git
a judgment agin you, an’ lake over
the Victor to satisfy the Judgment
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"You’re a sea lawyer, Gib,” Scraggs
retorted sarcastically.
“You do what Gib says," McGuffey
ordered threateningly. "Remember, I
got a half interest In nny Judgment he
gits agin us—an’ what’s more, 1 ob-
ject to them codfish clutterin’ up my
half Interest.”
“You bullied me on the old Mnggle,"
Scrnggs screeched, “but I won't be
bullied no more. If you want to tow
that barge, Mac, you buy me out, lock,
stock and barrel. An’ the price for
my half Interest Is five thousund dol-
lars.”
“You've sold something, Scraggsy,”
Mr. McGuffey flashed back at him,
obeying a wink from Mr. Glbney. “An’
here’s a hundred dollars to hind the
bnrgaln. Balance on delivery of proper
blll-o’-sale.”
While Scraggs wns counting the
money Mr. Glhney was writing a re-
ceipt In his note book. Scrnggs, still
furious, signed the receipt.
“Now, then, Scraggsy," said Mr. Gih-
ney affably, “hustle up to the custom
house, get a formal blll-o'-sale blank,
fill her in, an' hustle back agin for
your check. An’ see to It you don’t
change your mind, because it won't do
you any good. If you don’t come
through now I can sue you an’ force
you to.”
"Oh! So you’re buyin’ my Interest,
eh?"
“Well, I'm lendln’ Mac the money,
an’ I got a hunch he’ll sell the interest
to me an’ Neils without tiggerin’ on a I
profit. You’re a Jnrrin’ note In the
syndicate, Scraggsy, an' I've come to
that time o’ life where I want peace.
An’ there won’t be no pence on the
Victor unless I skipper her."
Captain Scraggs departed to draw
up the formal hill of sale and Mr. Glh-
ney, drawing The Squarehead and Mc-
Guffey to him, favored each with a
searching glnnce nnd said:
"Gentlemen, did it ever occur to you
that there’s money in the chicken
business ?”
It had! Both McGuffey nnd Neils
admitted It. There are few men in
this world who have not, at some
period of their lives, held the same
view, albeit the majority of those who
have endeavored to demonstrate that
fact have subsequently changed their
minds.
“I thought as much,” the commo-
dore grinned. “If I was to let you two
out o’ my sight for n day you'd both '
be flat busted the day after. So we I
won’t buy no farm an’ go In for chick- 1
ens. We’ll sell the Victor an' buy a
little tradin’ schooner. Then we’ll go j
back to the South seas an 'earn a
legitimate livin’.”
“But why’ll we sell the Victor?” Mc-
Guffey demanded. “Gib, she’s a love
of a boat."
“Because I've just had a talk with
the owners o' the two opposition lines
an’ they, knowln’ me to he chummy
with you an’ Scraggsy, give me the tip
to tell you two that you could have
your choice o’ two propositions—a
rate war or a sale o’ the Victor for
ten thousand dollars. That gets you
out clean an’ saves your original capi-
tal, an’ It gits Scraggsy out the same
way, while nettln' me an’ Neils five
hundred each.”
“A rate war would ruin us," Me- I
Guffey agreed. “In addition to sourin' j
Scraggsy’s disposition until he
wouldn't be fit to live with. Gib, you’re
wonder.”
"I know It,” Mr. Glhney replied.
Within two hours Captain Scrnggs'
half Interest had passed into the hands 1
of McGuffey, and half nn hour later
the Victor had passed into the hands
of the opposition lines, to be operated
for the joint profit of the latter. Later j
in the day all four members of the '
syndicate met In the Bowhead saloon, !
where Mr. Glhney explained the deal
to Captain Scraggs. The latter was
dumfounded.
"You'll run without me, Gib,” i
Scraggs declared emphatically. “I’ve
bad a-plenty o’ the dork blue for mine, j
I got n little stake now, so I’m going i
to look around an’ Invest In a—”
“A chicken ranch,” McGuffey Inter-
runtfwl Special low tuition; expert Instructions; po-
ru"u *• ,, altlon guaranteed; fr*
“Right-O, Bart. Ilow’d you guess
it?”
“Imagination,” quoth McGuffey, tap-
ping his forehead, “imagination,
Scraggsy.”
Three weeks later Mr. Glhney bad
purchased, for account of his now ab-
breviated syndicate, the kind of pow-
er schooner he desired, and the in-
spectors gave him a ticket ns master.
With The Squarehead ns mate and
Mr. McGuffey as engineer nnd general
utility man, the little schooner cleared
for Pago Pago on a day when Captain
Scraggs was too busy buying incuba-
tors to come down to the dock and see
them off.
And for aught the chronicler of this
tale knows to the contrary, the syndi-
cate may he sailing In that self-same
schooner to lliis very day.
[THE END.j
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