Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 5, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 January 1918 — ROY GOT HIS DESIRED RAISIN COOKIES [ARTICLE]

ROY GOT HIS DESIRED RAISIN COOKIES

Naval Paymaster Helps Out Grandmother In Distress. -~~ - , ■ • She Stole Away From Home to Take Boy Goodies and Was Barred by the Guard. • Great Lakes, Hl.—One morning an old-fashioned grandmother from Chicago carefully climbed off a train at Great Lakes. She might have stepped from the daguerrotype pictorial page of an old magazine. A black bonnet crowded her silver hair and was tied with black ribbons under her chin. She gripped a large paper bag. The guard stopped her. ' "You can’t come In today,” he told her. “Wednesday is visitors’ day.” Her eyes filled with tears. “But Boy Is going to sea today,” she said. “I came to give Roy his cookies. I had to run away from home to get here. My daughter won’t let me go out of the house much. She thinks I am too old.” , > She took a letter from a handbag. Its was from Roy arid it read in part: “Grandmother: I leave for sea on Friday and all that I lack to make me happy is some of your raisin cookies. The food here is good, but I had to leave without* again tasting the cookies that I loved so much.” “I baked cookies for that boy since he was big enough to eat them, and he always had my cookies until he enlisted,” she resumed. “His mother is dead. He is In Camp Ross. I must see him before he goes away.” The guard was iron. Paymaster J. D. Doyle Is a busy man: But Paymaster Doyle was not tori busy to stop and hear her story. He Is not a young man and his hair Is gray, but he likes raisin cookies and has a heart as big as the administration building.

He heard her story, heard that her daughter would not let her bake the cookies, heard how she had waited until . the daughter had gone shopping and then mixed the butter_and done the goodies to a perfect,brown. This morning she had stolen away and come to the station. He helped her Into his car and whisked her to Camp Ross. He found Roy for her and saw her weep for joy on Roy’s blue jacketed shoulder. He ate one of the cookies. Grandmother and grandson visited and said good-by. Mr. Doyle took her back to. the depot, helped her on a Chicago train, and returned to his neglected work. He was tickled as a kid. “Jove, she loved that boy,” he said as he smacked his lips.