Colony Courier (Colony, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 37, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 5, 1913 Page: 3 of 6
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COPYRIGHT 1911 1
JUT BCWBSliLEJVLL CQKANY
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Ulustra/ioasby YlHaroes
8YN0PSI8.
Harding Kent calls on Ixiulse F<irr!«h to
propose marriage and finds the house In
fH'j” excitement over the attempted *ul-
tiae or her sister Katharine. Kent etartg
an investigation and finds that Hugh
1 suitor for Katliarlne. who had
J[orWdden the house by General Far-
,*lud talked with Katharine over (he
telephone Just before she* shot herself.
A »ot*n pjece yellow paper Is found.
-J■ of which General Farrlsh is
wricken with paralysis. Kent discovers
Vlft Crandall has left to\yn -hurriedly.
It Elser, an aged banker, commits
•uicldfe about the same time, as Katfiarine
Jtterrjpt'ed her life. A yellow envelope Is
round In Elser’* room. Post Office In-
spector Davis. Kent’s frt-end, takes up
Kent. Is convinced that Cra-n-
Sf11* .*■ *t th* bojtum of the mystery.
strangle outcry pu*sri»es tbs
yiyttvts, Kr*t and nis<ris search Crsh-
n>w»i anti find mn f^srli
*•*•" 17. Aniway. N. J. K#M «-w® Ar<»
is fsvsstisste aid tw» ««n<*s
siwos s# » “He«ry C«mfe.” A woman
rwrjmlts suiHd-e at th# Ardwsy Hotel. A
Fellow letter akso fUrurew in flit* ewss.
•Ce-nt calls Lento# on the In nor distance
•♦kfihon# and finds that she hod Just been
filled by Oran An 11 from tb«e same booth,
“ook” disappeam. The Ardwav post-
fnaster is rnis«in,p. Inspector Hnvte ar-
rives at Ardwav and takes up Inves-
tigation. He dlsi'overs that the dead
Woman is Sarah 8a« ket of Bridgeport,
lioulss telephones Kent imploring him to
flrop the Investigation. Kent returns to
New York to yet an explanation from
Txiulae. He finds the body of a woman In
Central Park and more yellow letters.
He sees Crandall, whom he recognizes as
’Cook,” enter the Farrlsh home. I^oulse
• iraln Implores Vent to drop the Invest!
nation and refuses to urlve any ©x plana-
Hem. T-fiter Kent sees Crandall and Emits*
In an automobile. Kent returns to Ard-
way. Davis announces that he lias
planned to arrest the mis. Ins postmaster
and also the master criminal. While s^ek
Injsr th© criminals Kent comes across
T^ouise and Grand*!]. Pursued bv Davis
the postmaster Jumps off n precipice and
Js killed. Aleck Youns. the master crim-
inal. Is found In n hut In a morphine
Stupor. Louise tells Kent that she and
Crandall had come to pet papers from
Voiin*? which save him a stranpe hold
over General Farrlsh. It is shown that
Crandall’s only interest in the case was
to help Katharine recover her father's
papers. Young Is shackled and hound,
with morphine Just out of Ms reach. In
nn attempt to make him confess and g\w
Up the papers.
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"If you hnd #een the name of An-
drew Elser in it,” said Davie, "would
you not hnve examined It?”
"Was hie name there?"
*•- “Ye8, and also the names of the
Bridgeport victim and Dora Hastings
and Henry' Eberle. It was Young or
Rouser jho sent out the yellow let-
ters and checked the list, using Just
plain,- ordinary shorthand for such
words as ‘Sent,’ ‘Answered,’ ‘Five
Thousand.’ Fortunately, the list
shows that while more than five bun
dred letters were sent out. hardly a
dozen had brought responses, and in
only three cases bad money been re-
ceived."
“Was General Farrish’s name on
the list’’
"No,” answered Davis sleepily, “but
I hardly expected to find it there.”
“And the letters sent out," 1 per-
sisted, “were they Uie yellow let-
ters?”
'• "Of course."
"What was in them?” <
"That’s Just What I’ve got to find out
from Young,” suid Davis, and in an-
other minute he was fast asleep.
As I saw* Davis lying there a new
thought came to me. If tie could ex-
tract the Information he wanted from
Yeung., what wa* to hinder me from
doing it Surely our prisoner toy now
had #e#n the toepeleesnene of his post-
fht* arid would be ready te talk. At
least there would be no harm in try-
ing-
I entered the room whey* Young
was, and, approaching his couch, laid
my hand on his shoulder,, he had been
lying there with his eyes closed, and
the mere touch of my hand so jolted
his shattered nerves that his whole
body hounded to the limit of his
bonds, ills tightened, lips Showed hota
difficult it was for him to suppress u
scream.
"Look hero, Young,” said I, "I've
come to you hb a friend to tell you
Just how the land lies. Rouser is dead
and the inspector has possession of
all his papers. He knows everything
about the yellow letters.”
An evil smile was Young’s only an-
swer—the cunning leer of the man
who scents a trick.
"There are stacks and stacks of
evidence against you. We have the
list of people to whom Houser sent
letters.”
“Damn your evidence!" he sneered.
"You may have evidence against tlm*
fool Rouser, but you’ve nothing on
me. if the inspector, as yon call him,
had evidence enough to convict me,
do you suppose he'd have me tied up
here He hasn't u hit of evidence
■gainst me. He never will have.
Reach me that medicine.”
He Jerked his head In the direction
sf the morphine that luy so tantalis-
ing near. There wus something In
his voice, some Indefinable power of
persuasiveueMs that almost Influenced
tna to do what he asked. Involun-
tarily my hand went out to the bottle
containing the solution, but 1 caught
myself in time.
"Go oi- hand It to me," he begged.
"CaoVrht aee how I need It? Give
It to n s i ad I’ll tell you anything you
want it ’mow."
"T'il « i Brat," said I, "and
oat tout ft."
"I can’t talk, I can’t think,” he
cried, “till I get It. You can see for
yourself how shaky I am.”
I could see for myself that he was
suffering the torture of the damned.
Fvery muscle in his body seemed to
be Jerking involuntarily, doubling it-
self into little hungry knots that
Joined his aching nerves in the shrill
clamor for morphine—morphine.
"Give me Just cme dose," he plead-
ed, "and I’ll tell you anything, every-"
thing you. want to know. I’U «i# jf
I don’t get R.”
Bo pitiable was. hts. condition that
I found myself sympathizing with
hlw la spit* m myself. Mr trw fob
lowed his giaac* to the chair a«*r the
couch, where, tows Ids the hypodermic
•yrlag* and the morphine, Hurts, mm
if te accentuate the torture of hi*
fetters, had placed the key that im-
locked them. | would not have known
how to administer the morphine, even
If I had wished to do so, and besides,
l had a strong aversion to drugging
a fellow-man, but as I saw the key
there, I thought of a solution.
if I unlock th# fetters on your
arms,” said I, “so that you can reach
the morphine, will you promise me to
answer m.v question?”
’TH promise on my word of honor
to answer every question you ask,”
he replied, an eager Eight coming in-
to his eyes.
I swear It—on my mother’s honor."
Thinking how amazed Davis would
be when he awoke to learn that I had
the prisoner’s full confession, I reach-
ed for the key. Young turned over as
far as he could to permit me to un-
lock the fetters.
Then, quick as lightning, as the
steel fell away from^his wrists, his
bands shot out and clutched my neck
with maniac strength. I felt my eyes
bulge, my lungs fill to bursting. |
put forth my hands to try to shake
oft his grip, but I felt my strength fast
falling.
Athletically inclined though I have
always been, and matched though I
was against a drug w eakened wretch
with fettered feet, I found myself no
equal for his maniacal desperation.
Hack and forth ’over the couch we
swayed in a silent death-struggle, my
cut-off breath all the while pounding
unpurifled through my bursting lungs,
my bruin turning weak, and my sight
growing dim. I was beaten. I knew
I could hold out but a few seconds
breath. I thought at Brat that tha
■train had been too much for bla drug-
racked body, but soon I saw what
had happeued. His muscles had not
weakened, hut his will. Standing
over him was Davis with a revolver
pointed at his head. Even before I
had recovered jnyself Davis had the
fetters readjusted and the rope passed
through them.
•Our lives were saved. The mystery
might yet be solved, despite my fool-
hardiness.
As soon as my aching throat would
permit ine to speak I began making
abject apologies for my foolhardy con-
duct and trying to express my thanks,
but he would not listen to me.
"I guess you’ll guard him safely
enough now,” he said, and once more
was fast asleep.
With something of the feeling of a
chastised school boy who knows he
deserved far more than he got, I sat
down beside the couch and for four
long hours watched the struggles and
heard the curses and listened to the
entreaties of the drug-mad prisoner.
BCt now I had no sympathy left for
him.
ona of them will have a nonrval head
Is that their fault? It is the fault o;
society. It’s our fault."
There was a stir an the couch and
Young opened his eyes. The fire o(
the drug-madness and the look of
hate seemed to have vanished.
“I give up,” he said. “I can’t stand
the strain any longer. I’ll tell you
anything you want to know."
He spoke quietly and calmly. Yet
there was something in his voice that
rang true. I felt that this time be
meant what he said. Apparently
Davis, too, realized that at last
Young’s spirit was broken. Without
hesitation, he seized the hypodermic
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CHARTER XVI.
TM Ferty-NIn-th Howe.
Two, days—fwo unforgetable dhys—
w e passed there In the but,- Davis and
I and our self-tortured prisoner. Each
day the «>**»(stole came ar.U went, the
#rst day U> tell Ua that the l»*#*etor’s
plan for diotMwing of the peetmaster’#
body toad been eueramefut sad that no
•uitpM.ua had keen «rmi»ed. The **<-
end day a pleasanter wteetow brought
him to deliver telegrams from Cr«w>
da 11 and Louise that all was Well,
that the general was slowly iniprov-
Ing and that Katharine was recover-
ing rapidly.
And all the while Young lay there
bound, detylng us, now cursing, now
pleading, now In brilliant phrase*
striving to convince us liy logical ar-
guments so doft, so forceful, so cun-
ning that a weaker end less wise man
than Davis might have been con-
vinced by them.
His logic falling he would turn to
merciless invective and ribald threats,
his penetrating voice making the
whole hut hideous as he prophesied
for us both grotesque horrible deaths,
brain-breaking punishments in this
world and the next. Then, overcome
once more by the Intensity of bis un-
satisfied desire for the drug that had
long been his master, he would moan
and plead and weep for morphine.
At times delusions would seize his
brain. Hy the hour he would rave of
beautiful cities and wonderfully fair
W'arnen and pleasant pastimes. Ma-
jestic lines of poetry would flow from
his levered lips, to end in a shriek of
agony as his quivering, knotted mus-
cles all but tore his nerves apart.
Again the weird morphine fantasies
would take hold of him and a rush of
horrible grotesque ribaldries would
foul the air. •
But after forty-eight hours of this
terrible torture nature would be put
off no longer. She demanded rest.
Young had sunk into a troubled, un-
easy sleep about seven in the morn-
ing. Davis and I, having spelled each
Apollo Is Dead Again; Overzeal Was the Cause
W7ABH1NGTON.—Apollo
Tt again. And burled.
“Take Charge of These end Give The#.
«• Mica Louis# or Miss Ratherin«,"
syringe »nd plunged ti tntc* Young’#
arm. The prisoner breathed a long
sigh of relief. Th# color came buck
into his tac# and strength to hi#
vole*. Hi# muscles stopped twltclk-
lug.
•Now,” utd Davie gentry, "wbera
are the yellow letter# hid?"
“In e tin-box under a flat stone none
the spring," Young replied.
“Which etone?"
"It’s the third from the spring com-
ing tills way."
Davis was up like a shot and out
the door, reappearing quickly with an
ordinary document box.
"And the Farrlsh papers—where are
they?” he asked sharply.
“They are lu the bog, too," twld
Young wearily, “May I have anoth-
er shot?” .
Davis studied his face and felt hie
pulse and then reached for lias
•yrlnge.
"Where’s the key?" he asked os he
finished administering the siorphine.
“la my left trousers’ pocket,”
Young answered npatbetically.
Quickly Davis possessed himself of
the key and opened the box. In the
top tray were perhaps fifty letters,
typewritten on yellow paper, with a
blank left for the name to he filled in.
Without stopping to read the letters,
which seemed to he all after the sain#
form, Davis lifted the tray. la the
bottom of th# box was a type-writ-
ten list of names and a bulky scaled
legal envelope, marked mm th® outb
side "Papers In the Farrlsh cnee."
"Here, Kent* said Davis, handing
me the envelope, “take charge of
these and give them te Miss Louie#
or Miss Katharine, You’re entitled
tp that."
Joyfully I stowed the envelop# t*»
my breast pocket, my heart bounding
at the thought of th# relief the eight
of the puck ago would bring te th#
I‘arrlsh family. Hut a# yet (lie whole
affair wa» a blind puzzle to in# and
I waited eagerly for further develop-
ments.
^ ‘"Now, Young," sniff n,® hrepeeter,
tell me all about ygjmf ecfaew#,"
"If th# damn thiwvee hadn’t i«m»
s-vich e«weeds as to g# «m| k!M Pkew#-
selvti-s,” sold YtMMg with a glow «<f
owthwetes-M, “f would have bev-n a niil-
IkMMiire wkhie » year. Read «*«• of
th* lettfCR and you can M-e for j'our-
seK Jumt how e.™*H the scheme was.”
Llftin-g the. topmost sheet the In- j
specter read the yellow-letter aloud;
is dead
His fU-
floral obsequies were in classic keep-
ing with iris standing ns tho hand-
somest god in tlie mythological output
—though, incidentally, it was his
standing that caused his downfall—
anfi he- now lie# under the campus
«*#■* at k gray stone college out
Hrcwklye way, with spring blossoms
ea hie grave.
A tragwRy, Altered. through hearsay
ch»i»#el*, l# agd to to*, diluted in its
facte, and watereR as to poignant de-
tail#, but eve* th#. weakened flavor
of th# ine Meat l, worthy a sip, be-
cause Apollo- i* always intersetlng—
to any nothing at pewtty girls.
Tli® student# (gmvo m l-attn play at
the college # utthi while ago. and
• statu# of Ap#U#, oh a pedestal,
gleauicR white mm! cUwsic in oue cor-
ner of th# dramatic, atmosphere. Ap-
parently, he wee h« safe. from harm
«m» hi# original in the belvedere of the
Vatican nmeo-um, but you never non
tell) Most, anything hi liable to hap-
pen in the danger zoue of an amateur
play.
The tragedy, according to the hear-
say version, was caused by a student-
pluyer whose overzeal to voice her
share of dqad language with a full al-
lowance of liteti'oiiic emphasis led her
to butt into Apollo’s pedestal. And
anybody who has ever owned •
statue on a pedestal can guesB the
rest.
After the play the students decided
that having "killed” Apollo they
should bury him in state. So they
made themselves into a procession
of white-robed mourners. They chant-
ed a dirge. And they carried gar-
lands of woody blossoms. And after
the -handsomest of the 12 great godn
had been interred with rust-riglit cere-
monies under the campus grass th#
white-robed ones scattered flowers
oyer him and chanted some more,
Whe tlio rites were ended and th#
mourners hnd got back to their
schoolgirl selves they chipped In with
their pocket allowance to pay for
the statue they had broken. And
that’s all there was to it, except
that—
If Apollo could have had a say In
the matter he would doubtless ob-
serve that he would rather be under
the college campus with flocks of
innocently joyous schoolgirls to scat-
ter flowers over his smashed bits than
to stand, a perfect whole, in the apofc
light of the Vatican’s belvldere.
Anybody would.
Worn-Out Flags Destroyed by the Government
ElfORNODT notional Bags used by
vf th® United *t#ten Severnibent in
the army and navy, «« public build-
ings, ««te., never bwcwme mere .pieces
of waste rage. Th® government- set's
#n cxampl# for th# whole country by
requiring that w«ait flags shall be
burned. Whether or nut any special
rogulatioa «®v«ee the disposition of
old flag;#, th# eolrwreal practice of the
army and navy whenever a flag is no
longer fit for mrvice Is that It shall
fe» destroyed.
When « Hag- vmutf at am mmy post or
on a naval weasel to no towger service*
able, requisition eif the quarter master
is made for a new owe and the old one
la burned. The sum disposition is
made of flag# toe## public buildings.
Whether or not ewstodianfl of bulld<
lugs out side of WwhLIor+o* follow the
official plan of destroying flags ia- not
known.
Flug-s born® hi babtltf are In variably
preserved, withe# hy the commands
which e-arrteR tfcnn, #r, under Instruc-
tions by the war department, by the
ftowmaitt »t Washington, A whole
roomful of fcuttta tin*# in on. exhibition
at th® war dwpartMtont, and it will be
# ft I & I
recalled that one of the moat striking
of the mural paintlngB which decorate
the sta-tehouse at Boston depicts th#
return of the battle flags by the Union
soldiers in 1805 to Gov. John A. An-
drew.
The ting-making plant of the navy la
at the Brooklyn navy yard, where
Dome 30 women are employed. The
bunting comes from Maaaachuaetta,
and every case costs the government
$500, or $11.25 a roll. Every piece
must freight five poundn to every t#
yards und stand a weight test of 7t
pounds to two square inches. It la
steeped in salt water for six hours and
thbn exposed to the sun for another
six hours. If strength und color hold
the fabric is then pronounced lit toi
service.
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Two "Biff* Murrays, Each With the "Hon.” Prefix
I WISH ONE 1
of TMF*f
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I Felt My Eyes Bulge, My Lunge Fill to Bursting,
longer. 1 snw nothing ahead of me I other as guards during the night, snt
you
hut death—strangled to death by f
drug fiend.
There passed through my mind In
my struggles a vivid picture of what
was about to happen. Young would
silently choke me to death. Hllently
he would hobble with his fettered feet
to where Davie lay In the lean to
sound asleep and brain him with a
blow. He would cast off his fetters and
long before the constable would re-
turn to find our bodies would make
his escape on Rouser'* bicycle. The
mystery of the yellow letter* never
would ho explained. Poor LouUe—
Young’* tmnda fell from my throat
and I itaggcrcd back gaapinf for
talking about our prisoner. I hap-
pened to remark tlmt It was a pity
that capital punishment could not re-
move such criminals ns Young from
the earth. The Inspector, in spite of
the rigorous way he had kept up the
torture, seemed to have strong sym-
pathy for Ycmr.g.
"I don't believe In capital punish-
ment at all," he said explosively. "Our
whole system Is wrong. It took us a
good many centuries to ilsi-ever that
Insane persons didn't need prisons
hut dovtorlng. They Jurt can't halti "
being criminal*. Bland behind a 11.,L j torexa7i.d*'i'an,lH.i;he OMly ""ou,‘“y »“
or prisoners ns they inarch In to V>-ry truly yours,
breakfast In the penitentiary Not I henry makcoi.m hticwart
(TO RU CON YIN U ELM
Look Hek 17.
Dear N’ J ’ Veb’ *' 19">-
I aln writing to yqu in pursbanre of
rny duty oh i-xooutor of tfie Into lCilwIn
<>re.‘N, ulu) j,ero roocritly, leaving
‘ r ■e",nV*-'"ro°«,,tl,rg. »o some
*«-0,0W. In. my hands for wlmt ho was
|>h-nM r| to term a “Defaulters” Kund "
I can best explain’Ms pui-pone 1^ briefly
ruiwi,tail rink the foumler’s life. In his
early youth Mr Clreen was employed for
u Bhqrt time In a hank In a small t-lty In
another state. Becoming Involved In
speculation fie used Several hundred dol-
ars of the bank's funds, lie l ad no rela
ttvea but a-'sinter, to whom he knew R
WIIH nsch-NM to apply for aid. Ah dls-
covery seemed lnm-Ualile he was con-
templating sul.etde, seeing nothing hut
prlKiri and disgrace -ahead of Idm Hut
an old friend of his fatlu r, who entirely
oe. «t hi* plight, ad-
vanced him the money he needed to nmku
good Mh defalcation, rxhctlng from him
n promise that he would help others In
similar plight whenever he had uppor-
| tunlty. * v
IllH subsequent life was of thp highest
reoitltude. Though he nmaxMod a fortune
the never found opportunity to «hi nny
one In a plight similar to th* )n
wldeh lie one# found himself, n became
almost a immla with him and resulted |„
his leaving Ida enure fortune to ahl first
offender# In turning bac k Into the right
path. ■ *
I know of no way of re»ch|„g the per-
sons h* Intended to aid. I urn sending
out tills letter to persons employed In
hunks and positions of trust, hoping that
you or others who receive It may know
of some man, young or old, who has
made the (list misstep and Is wrongfully
using funds helo/iglng to others, hut Is
desirous of milking good Ids pi dilations
If Von should know of stiv surh I will
gladly make good his defalcation and en-
deavor to save (dm from exposure, dis-
grace and Imprisonment, asking only Ids
word Hint he will not err again, for Mr
•reen. In th* deed of lrusl, expressly
1"HRHE are two William Murrays in
1 thfe house of Represehlatives; arid
each out? is known among familiars us
"Bill”’ Murray. .
Ono Is "Alfalfa Bill" Murray of Ok-
lahoma, and the other is VBoston Hill"
Murray from tho Hub. Each ono ig
famous.
Now, tlio mail at tho house of rep-
resentatives post office these days Is
cluttered and Jammed with letters
from constituents, protesting, clamor-
ing, arguing about.rfbme feature of the
tariff. The postul clerks had a hard
time getting the letters for the two
Murrays separated, and Alfalfa Hill
was gutting a lot of Boston BIH’b
mall, und vice versa.
Finally the postmaster lilt upon the
plan of sending all mall postmarked
from Oklahoma to Alfuira Bill Mur-
ray, and nil Massachusetts mail to
Boston Hill Murray, and to take #
chance on any scattering stuff.
1 he other dny a letter arrived ad-
dressed to "lion. William Murray.”
and It boro a postmark from u town
in Oklahoma. It was sont to Alfalfa
Hill, and when he opened it ho saw
it was meant for his Boston friend,
it happened to bo written by a for-
mer Iiostoneso who had moved to
Oklahoma.
Alfnlfa Hill sent the letter to Bos-
ton Hill in one of his new envelopes,
marked for Mr. Murray of Massachu-
setts, but simply because tho letter
bore Alfalfa Bill's frank, buck it caoto
to tho Oklahoinu Moray.
Then Alfnlfa Hill went personally
to his Boston namesake.
"1-ook here," he said, "my namo I#
William H. and yours is William F.
Wliy not inform our constituents of
the difficulty und get these things
straight?"
’’No,” said Boston Bill, "I have a
hotter plan. I’ll tuko credit for all
the good things you do and 1 lame you
for all the bad things I do.”
How Townsend Interviewed Wm. K. Vanderbilt
R of Michigan, author or "Chimmle C Al ^ /C ““
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EI’RESENTATIVE TOWNSEND
of Michigan, author of “Chimmle
l’udden," served his apprenticeship on
a New York newspaper. Mr. Town-
j aend says that it wus hearing a newsle
*uy, "Aw, wat fell," that gave him the
Inspiration for "Chimmle Fadden."
With much relish the New York
congressman told u group of newspa-
per men at the 1'ress club about bis
first assignment.
"The city editor culled me and told
me to go to William K. Vundarbilf*
house und get un Interview. With a
gulp ib my throat I listened us he
rnvped out the question* I was to usk
the New York millionaire.
"Somehow or «Cher I finally found
myself at the thxjr of the Vanderbilt
mansion, and in a cold perspiration
rung the bell. A tall, dignified man.
with great English Midi whlskere
opened the door.
" Good evening," Mr. Vandei bliL' 1
m
began, ‘I came up from the newifpapflr
office to uak you what you would do
in enae we declared war with Canada,'
and 1 continued with tho question#
which the city editor had hurled at mo,
"Looking me straight In tho eye,
which only added to my dlacontflluro,
the man waited until I hud somehow
or other fullered through. Then h*
said frigidly;
" ‘Mr. Vanderbilt is liouL Hl'ia th#
bulbar. Good uigbtl”
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Seger, Neatha H. Colony Courier (Colony, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 37, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 5, 1913, newspaper, June 5, 1913; Colony, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc941673/m1/3/?q=%22new-sou%22: accessed July 16, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.