Indianapolis Times, Volume 36, Number 105, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 September 1924 — Page 8

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M’ FERGUSON SAYS VICTORY IS DEATH OF KLAN Her Own Story of How She Broke Into Texas Politics, By Timrs Svcrir.l TEMPLE. Texas. Sept. 9.—Way out here among “the wide open spaces where men are men,’’ as the cowboy-movie titles put it, and where the effete East popularly supposes woman’s place is in the kitchen or with the babies, a woman has just smashed the power of the Ku-Klux Klan and been elected Governor of the State. Folks, meet Mrs. Miriam Amanda Ferguson otherwise known as “Ma.” A “home-loving body," as they say down here —a grandmother, but lacking in gray hairs —age, “somewhere about 47" —thin lips, finely chiseled features—wife of former Governor Ferguson. who was impeached by the Legislature—proprietor of her husbii. io meat market here while he tumped the State during her cam**aigr—in '* a plain sort of woman who likes babies, knows what to do , tile colic, dusts carefully in the c :-nes and can fry a chicken to a •urn. Death-Knell to Klan “I think,” says Mrs. Ferguson, in discussing her victory, “that what happened in Texas is the death-knell of the Kian. I think it is a blow that is going to be felt in every Other State where the Klan has a foothold. The voters of Texas had the issue before them. They acted." A few years ago—nay. a few months ago—"Ma” Ferguson never had the slightest idea that she would be the next Governor. It was only when her husband was declared ineligible as a candidate, because of his previous impeachment, that she went in the race. Folks say that “Farmer Jim” Ferguson merely wanted a return to po litical power and shoved his wife forward as his political dummy. That’s as it may be, but with “Ma ’ Ferguson there was another motive. Let her tell it: “Ma's” Own Story “Over in Austin,” she says, “I've got a little grandson, 4 years old. Some day that boy will be a man, and i good one, too. Well, I don’t want It hanging over him unchallenged, that his grandfather was impecahed by the Legislature. I want him to be able to reply, when anybody casts any slurs like that, ‘Yes, so he was:! but the State later turned around and elected my grandmother as Governor; so there!” It wa3 a queer thread of fate that put “Ma” Ferguson where she is. Back in 1599, when just out of college, she married Jim Ferguson, who had been a railroad section boss. Jim didn’t have much education; in a speech he once quoted Shakespeare, “Lay on, Mac Duff; and damned be he who first cries, ‘pull him off' ” But he had a way about him with j nen. He entered politics and rose : to the Governor's chair. Wife Teaches Husband

Night after night, after the sup dishes had beew cleared away. Jim got his "edd-u-cation” from hi3 wife by the light of one of those big mail-order house oil lamps. And, after had been put to bed, Jim was an apt pujfil. A few years ago when the Klan raised its hooded head in Texas Jim was one of the first to reach out at it with a verbal meat-ax. He made it an issue of his opposition to it, and some of the things Jim said about the Klan wouldn’t do to print. Two years ago he ran against Senator Earl B. Mayfield, the Klan candidate, but the Klan was too strong in Texas then and he was licked. The State impeachment, by the way, didn’t bar him from holding a Federal office. Jim took his licking and kept on fighting. This year he tried to run for Governor, but they held him ineligible. So "Ma," laying aaside her dustpan and broom, took up the fight to clear the family name for that little grandson over in Austin. And, folks, that’s just the way It happened. To Church by Bus A southern Ohio rural church is bringing its congregation to Sunday services by bus—and so is assured of a good attendance. Every car owner of the small congregation calls for those who have ns cars. * Holiday Births NEW BEDFORD, Mass.. Sept. 9. —Every holiday is a birthday in the home of Mr. and Mrs. Louis Pauliet. Most of their children were born on holidays. Henry and Arthur were born on the Fourth of July, Loretta on Labor day, Roger on New Year day, Theodore on Easter Sunday, Joseph on Memorial day and Agnes on Christmas day. For that skin eruption You can have relief icitliin an hour pERHAPS you have given 1 up hope of getting relief from that maddening itching and burning, but Resinol does bring comfort when many other remedies have failed One who has used this healing ointment writes—“Resinol Ointment ia so soothing it stopped my itching at once and I got the first night's sleep I had had in weeks. Now my skin is well.’’ What it has done for one it can do for others. v Resinol Soap \ Ali/VS contains the ■■ - y ’V.A same soothing ingredients which enables _ \Vffl it to thoroughly k) cleanse the skin jM l 1 yet leave it free * VJW from ?nsitiveness and smartResinol

Hoosier Briefs \ _ J. RICHARDSON. member W of Marion police board, says —I he's ahead of his neighbors with, a tomato weighing two and a half pt-tmds The neighbors are trying tc catch-up. Fin Farley of Petersburg is In jail charged with drawing a deadly weapon. He is alleged to have gone tft a farmer’s home and made his wife at the point of a gun ride away with him, ala Lady Godiva. Delbert Brown, 16, Washington is alive, because his buddies, James Myers and Sanford Gilmore are good diggers. Brown was buried alive while playing in a sandpile. His friends rescued him after five minutes frantic work. Herbert Workman is Clinton's first school day casualty. Another boy pushed him off a teeter-totter and he broke his arm. mACK RIGSBY of Tipton thinks his garden is “some potatoes.” He raised twenty-seven and a half bushels of them on a patch of ground elghty-one feet square. Boys at Hartford City are thinking of going to high school in overays. Paint on the seats isn’t dry. “Clutching hand” was enacted at the home of Charles Cook at Elwood. It belonged to a “peeper.” Mrs. Cook fired. The peeper is alive because she only aimed to frighten. Mr. and Mrs. Herschell Sujlivan of Somerville were racing their auto to a physician with their small son, who was choked on a bullet. Roads were rough and the child swallowed the lead. v Marlon Is “uppity” now. Discarded old wooden traffic signs for electric flash signals. Little Billie Fryback of Bluflfton, was trying to warm himself at a oil heater and fell backward, burning himself. Names Is names. ITHO LINVILLE and Harry Theobold of Shelbyville cut I down a tree filled with twenty-seven pounds of honey. There were twenty-seven thousand bees, however. Linville and Theobold secured their treasure after a battle. Thirty-four Kokomo people were Interviewed by a newspaper there on the Loeb-Leopold case. Nineteen urged the death penalty. Last rose of Munpie hasn’t bloomed at Muncie. Blooms are flourishing despite the chilly weather of the past few days.

SOUTH AMERICAN CAPITAL GREAT RACING CENIER Buepos Aires Ranks With Paris, London and New York. Buenos Aires, capital or Argentine, Is becoming as important a racing center as Paris, London and New York, according to the shipping and travel news service. Recent purchase of noted English race horses has much to do with the rise of the South American capital in the sporting world. Latest purchase has just been made by F. Unzue, president of the Argentine Jockey Club, who secured Call of the Wild and Alan Breck, both well known on the English turf, the former having been the sire of King George's London Cry, win ner of the last Goodwood stakes. The Argentine racing"season lasts all the year round and Includes fiftysix special functions, the most important o? which are the Jockey Club Prize and the Cup of Honor in September and the National Prize and the Carlos Pellegrini *priee In October. As the races take place on Sundays, large crowds are attracted. Beautiful Track The Buenos Aires race track and its surroundings are wonderfully attractive. The track is enclosed by a park, ornamented with flower beds, tree sand shrubbery, while Intersecting It are rivulets crossed by white bridges. In the center Is a splendid bronze stAtue of George Washington, presented to the Argentine Republic by American residents of Buenos Aires as a memorial of the hundreth anniversary of independence. There are three tracks, one Inside the other, the outermost being a mile and three quarters in length. Spectators are provided with seats in a row of great white stands, the grand stand, reserved for members jof the Jockey Club, being constructed of white marble. Behind the upper seats there is a spacious promenade, with tables for afternoon tea. Further back are finely appointed club rooms. Persons of disj tinction, or those accompanied by influential friends, may secure an invitation to the official stand where the president and his cabinet can be seen, on important occasions, in company with the chief officers of 'the army and navy. During the races music Is furnished by an excellent band. Mountains Are Safe Mountainous roads show fewer accidents than the level highways, according to an investigation male by the American Automobile Association. The Idea is to show that mountain touring Is safer any other form. Gasoline Record Gasoline production last May went to another new high record with an output of 780,194,019 gallons, according to the United States Bureau of Mines. This surpasses the April record by 250,000,000 gallons.

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BEGIN lIEKE TODAY The “Nervous Wreck, an eccentric youugr easterner, is driving: Sally Mnrtran from her father's ranch to the station when they run out of gaso lino. At the point of a gun the --Wreck takes five gallons from a passing ear. They are held captive at a ranch owned by one of the men whom they held up. They finally eseape, run irtW a camp of real bandits, then escape arain. Fleeing from the bandit camp they suddenly are confronted by Sheriff Bob Wells. Sally's fiance, who is. at the head of a posso searching for the bandits. Angry, Sally breaks off her engagement with the sheriff and says she is going to marry the Wreck. The Wreck, with the upper hand, compels the sheriff and his men to roll his car onto level ground, “Now I'll get you home ir, no time.’’ the Wreck tells Sally. NOW GO ON WITH TIIE STORY S' -- *“ ME flared without a warning symptom;L -J ‘‘Stop talking to me, Henry Williams?*’ “Now what have I said?" he asked. “N-othlng!” She almost shouted it. “Then what are you sore "I —I’m not sore. I just think you're the biggest idiot in the whole State of Montana—that's' ajl.” He puzzled over that, got no sense out of it. but became suddenly contrite. “I suppose so,” he said. “I can't ever seem to do things right. Only I thought you were In a hurry to get home, and—What?” She had mumbled something, but he did not catch it. •“What did you say?” “You’re always putting words in” my mouth!” she exclaimed. “I never said I was in a hurry to get home I never said I'd be glad. I never said —” The tears were In her eyes again and she made an angry effort to dash them away with her hand. “Oh, stop it!” groaned the Wreck. "I didn’t mean anything. > Honestly. Sally. I'm just a bonehead. I'm a near-sighted, goggle-eyed mutt. y I’m all nerves. I’m a wreck. I’ve got a rotten temper and a moan disposition, and I know It.” “Do you really believil all that, Henry Williams?” “Certainly I believe it.T “Would you let anyboc&r else say it?” I

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“No!” “Neither would I,” said Sally. The Wreck stared. He swallowed hard. His taut nerves, it seemed to him, were vibrating a million times to the second. He felt as though he were soaring far above the common things of earth. Did she really mean —No! Yes! He was Beared—abso“MAßßY US!” COMMANDED THE WRECK. * lutely appalled—yet triumphant. How was It that everything hit him so suddenly? For he saw light at last. But the light was so dazzling that it did not show him the way. It blinded him. It fairly madb him dizzy. “Sally!” "Yes. old-timer?” “Sally Morgan! Honestly, could you—" There was a surly Interruption from the voice of the sheriff. “We’ve rolled this darn thing as far as we’re going to. There’s the main road In front of you. If you can't manage yourself from now on, you can stay here for the rest of the summer, for all I care.” The Wreck came back to earth.

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but ho touched it very lightly. He shook himself, blinked, grinned, laughed aloud. His chin was tip and his shoulders were back, lie was awake, because he saw a flivver, and four men, and other familiar objects. He also saw Sally Morgan, very pink in the cheeks and with a queer. incredulous expression in l\er eyes. He strode forward like a champion. He swaggered a little. He was ragged, a trifle absurd—but kingly. He made a sweping gesture that belonged in melodrama, buY~ with the Wreck it was intense realism. It was a (dismissal. “On your way!" he commanded. ’’Get out of here. You're all through. Beat it!" The middle aged, solid-looking man, who stood wiping his face and breathing heavily, spoke up from the heart. "Last time I’ll ever go out on a posse with you. Bob Wells," be said. "I don’t mind performing the reasonable duties of eitlzenship, but I'll be ,doggoned if I’ll ever roll a flivver again—not if it stands between me and the sates of Heaven. When 1 get through with this job, I’m going back home and l'm going to stay there. If you want a justice of the peace, you know where I am. But if you want a garage hand —” The Wreck interrupted him by walking briskly forward and tapping him on the breast with a rigid forefinger. "Justice of the peace, did you say?” he asked. "Justice of the peace,” said the middle-aged man. "Issue warrants, try cases, send people tp Jail, and all that?” "All that and other things, young man.” The Wreck beamed at him. "Can you marry people?” he demanded. "Not only can. but do," answered the justice of the peace. The Wreck whooped. CHAPTER XXVI A Modem Document He made a rush at Sally, seized her by the hand and began dragging her forward. "Settle the whole business right now!” he cried. Sally was startled, dismayed. Her cheeks were fiery. "Come on!” shouted the Wreck. “Meant what you said, didn’t you?” “I—didn’t say anything,” stammered Sally. "Yes, you did. I understood it. Took me a long time, but I woke up. Come along!” They were facing the justice of the peace. *

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“Marry us!” commanded the Wreck. The magistrate grinned at them, particularly at Sally. But now she was defiant. She nodded her head peremptorily. Rub Wells emerged from a trance. “You can’t get married without a license.” he said. “And I don’t be- | lieve you got any." “How about it?” demanded the ! Wreck. “Well.” said the justice of the , peace, “I guess that’s about right. Haven’t you girt a licence?” ““Where would I get a license?” retorted til# Wreck. “Pick it off n tree? What’s the good of being able ; to marry people if you can’t do the whole Job? Can't you dig up a liI c=*nse?” The magistrate scratched his ear ! and looked at the sheriff. Bob Wells ! shook his head. “You can’t 'many them,” he said. ! “You ought to know it. Besides, when she gets over her excitement | maybe she'll think different.” Sally’s’ eyes hjnzed at him. “I'm not excited and I know exactly what I’m doing, Bob Wells, i Don't you try Interfering, unless you ■ want me to make you the silliest looking sheriff in ten counties.” The Wreck gazed at the sheriff and grinned widely. He fqlt like dancing, or doing something utterly irresponsible. “I'm a Justice of the peace,” mused the possessor of the title, ns he looked sympathetically at Sally and the Wreck. “I’ve got a good deal of legal authority. Wouldn’t wonder if I could write license on a pinch. Never tried It, but—” “You’ll get yourself Into a Jam,” warned the sheriff. “Oh, I’ve been In all kinds of Jams, Bob. Just got out of one.” He eyed the flivver. Then he turned again to the pair in front of him. "Well, if you young folks want to take a chance, I'm game." The Wreck squeezed Sally's arm until she winced, but she smiled at him. “I wash my hands of it,” said the ‘-Aeriff. “No, you don't. You’ll be a witness,” said the Wreck. “And, for the love of Mike, Judge, get a move on. I’b so nervous I’m liable to go crazy.” The justice of the peace was fumbling in his pockets and presently drew forth a folded and tattered document. “This ain’t a regular license,” he explained. “It ain’t anything but a road map. But if I can find a clean space on the back I’ll see what I can do.” He found’ a clean space after

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search, discovered a lead pencil and began to write. “I know how the language goes, anyhow,” he saii® “That part of It will be gust as regular as if it was printed. I’ve seen a whole lot of licenses, including my own. There ain't anything very complicated. There. Now, just sign where I'm pointing.” The Wreck signed. Sally signed. And the justice of the peace signed. "I reckon that’s a good enough license,” he said, with a touch of pride. “It reads straight as a string. It’s kind of smudged, maybe, and hardly fit for a fjjime, but on the main points it's just like a printed one. Only you owe me a- dollar, which 11 be duly turned over to the coutitv. Thanks. The ceremony’s fiee. Here she goes.” He rattled it off with a speed bom of experience, and it was all over when Sally and the Wreck thought it was just started. “You’re married, all right,” said the judge. "I always do it quick. It holds just as tight as a long one. It’s like a short-affidavit: it puts you in Jail just ns sure as if It was a regular Indictment. And I tell you what: if anybody makes any kick about that license, all you’ve got to do Is to pay another dollar and get a printed one. There ain't any question about being married. The only point is whether we broke any laws doing it. But I reckon that won’t worry you.” The Wreck roused himself from a daze. “How do we get from here to the Bar-M?” he asked. "Easy," said the Judge. "Hand me that license for a minute.” He unfolded It and turned It over. (Continued in Our Next Issue) Leading Lady Strikes BERLIN, Sept. 9.—The devoted admirers of Frau Emmy Shaw, the successful Mme. Pompadour now playing in Dresden, waited in vain recently for the curtain to rise on the second act. The lady had, in fact, suddenly struck sos higher wages. The manager appeared before the curtain and made abject apologies. But the audience sided with the actress, and hissed. Fight Traffic Change MADRID, Sept. 9.—The rule that vehicular traffic keep to the left, as In England, was changed in Madrid to the right-handeS system, as main tained In America and France. Celebrating the change in the rules, taxi drivers gathered at a public square, burned red lights, paraded and j raised an uproarious din.

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