Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 63, Number 1, Jasper, Dubois County, 28 May 1920 — Page 4

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ASI'KU. roi.-TV, INDIAN VntPrAi! ap rond-clfw alter at the posto.ticeat J.nper, Inn unlerthe act -mm 1 m lift" or ftiarcn 0, 10 öabwriüticn fl.M- ier YeaT. Xhli papei la mailfr! regularly tcia ab-ariben until a Jetin'io order to liscontinneisieceivea ar- ill rrrearc paid nfnH; an lees in tut diKSieUon et ihe pabliaber a different coar2e ahoald be deemed adYiaable. FRIDAY. MAY 28 1920. Volume Slxty-three. With this issue the Courier enters upon its sixty-third volume Sixty.threa years, two life times recording the history of Dubois County offcimes to an unappreciative people. The editor and publisher is tired and wants to quit who wants his place? Theg Come in Bunches. Last week we received notice from paper Manufacturers that on June 1,1920 the price of paper would adt anee 33 per cent. Two days afterward the type foundr and plate manufacturers sent notice of a 25 per cent increase in price cf plates, and the next day we received notice that ow ing to the increased cost of carbon black and oils the price of printing ink would advante approximately 40 per cent . And yet some people wonder why a newspaper man's hair turn gray. Its a great life if ycu don't weaken. Yea, verily! m m Hew Management, Mr- John Öramelspacker, who f 01 the oast 2r ye ars has been Secretary and General Manager of the Jasper Furniture Co., reincorporated as the present Jasper Desk Co. owing to ill health during the past year or two sold his shares of stock and re:' J jastweeK. air uoui r. jos pi who has been the anisvant o about 22 years ha3 been chosen as Secretary General Manager. A well deserved promotion. Mr. Leo C. Jahn Vic-rresiden'' of the Company, and for many year chief book keeper for the Co becomes As3t Gen. Manager fand Mr. Wendolin Leiprhton hag quit the Prudential Insurance Co. has become chif bookkeeper for the firm With younger man more business than ever. We wish them abundant success. John F.Gray Dies. John F. Gray, aged about 70 difdat the home of his daughter Mrs Ralph Stewart, in Huntimrburg last Monday eveing between 6 and 7 o'clock, It appears that after he had eaten supper ac 6 o'clock he went to hi room to lie don, and when discovered an hour later he had parsed away Mr. Gray was a well known pharmachist having operated a drug atore at Ireland for several years and has been employed in various Drug Stores in Southern Indiana an lllniois. Of late years he had beon engaeed in hanging paper principally. He was alway a genial smi!ing John, and madej hosts of friends where ever he went and they.wil' miss his cheerful greeting. His wife drd 8ome years ago. He leaves tv children both married Mrs Ralph Stewart of Huntingbnra: and Elmer Gray who isin the Jewelry trade at Louisville. The funeral occured Wednesday at 1 o'clock at Portersville. May he sleep well. Remember, that you eat plenty of fruit and vegetables you wont have much uso for doctors, especially if you don't overwork oroverrush. Drugs cannot take the place of rest and sleep, and children and old peop'e need plenty of both. Half the cruelty to animals! comes from thoughlessness and failure to sympathize with the eakerone. Whore is tie true chivalry that seels to take the! part of the lowly least or bird in 1 trouble, which act marks the1 gentleman? Tickle Dame F-irtune under the chin with a dc liar bill and (jet ten dollar smile i

The Itapaper Reporter. It is the custom for the layman of limited knowledge of the world and the people in it to speak of a newspaper reporter disparagingly; to talk with him condescendingly; and to take unto himself an air of superiority when one is near Reporter? he says to himself- Oh, a reporter is a young chap trying to make a honest living until he gets into some more busine33like line of work; in other words, a creature to be tolerated. Thus is his own ignorance shon.

Yet we woncer, does the average business man fully understand the functions of a reporter his business ideal, and the power which he may wield at times?! Not all reporters are "youngj chaps trying to make an honest living. Some are oia men making magnificent incomes. Several years ago we wei e traveling with one of these older men, who has leported every great vorld event during the last generation a man who shows intimately some of the great statesman of five countries, and who paid income tax on a yearly salary of over $25,000. A fussy little chap, who looked as if he might be a vendor of suspender buttons on commission, came puffing into the smoker and inquired : "What's your line brother?" And the old man whose name was a household word among readers in America and England casually replied, "Oh, I'm just a reporter." "It must be pretty bad to be a reporter at your age," was the response. ''Well, I live in Cincin nati, and if I can ever do you a good turn, come in and see me " The older man thanked him gravely. Half an hour later the f us sy little rm n telling the smokingroom crowd that "so-and-so i3 one of the biggest writers in America," and there was "so-and-so" sitting opposite him, having been Ignored aicer tne Opening sentence because he had the modesty to label himself "just a reporter." Reporter? Yes they range frnm fho vnnnorafor inar nut nf college to the veteran Frederick Palmer, who calls more generals by their first names than any other liv'ng man; lrom the quiet fellow inthe small town who goes about hi3 business without puff ing out his chest, to genial Irvin S Cobb, whom the Germans thought important enough to be --ntenced to de?th in 1914 but whom they didn't dare shoot. We read many interesting books, but we believe that the most interesting volume that could be written just now would be one compiled by one of our reporter, who could write with facili y on "Hour-flushers I Have Met." To the average man chronicling the day's activities for the press, brass is selcom mistaken for glittering gold, though the restof the public may be frequently deceived. Knowing reporters as we do, if we were in business the last thing that we would think of doing would be to condescend to a reporter. Sometimes the latter has the memory of an elephan', which may b-used on occssion, Nashville Tennesseean. God. The robin that at sunny morn 13 calling down the dew. The violet with its purple head Just looking up at you. The grass in every blade that grows, The worm within the clod; The shrddy tree besides the road These are my proof of God! A morning lie we have when Mav Is Mav Jis ay should be A bro:k that down a mountain sings, The shore beside a sea The opening of a maple bud, The red oak's ft zzy pod; Away wifh other evidence There is a living God! The fern whose lacy frond behold No workmanship can match. The starry daisies that unfold In many a meadow patch. The oriole and the tanager, The spnfish an I the cod; Enough! The jury's verdict 's This world belongs to God! "SI ERIOTIMG Oil UOL'JKP Will ÜDflüL' Goods eswÄBSBBSPS!

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1 With the 1 u Ps 1 1! n 1 I saivouon rmy Jörne Service 1-1-Oy 7: 2 0U0Af4 IC. OHAFFCR ; nwii This la Juat one of the many cases of misery which comes to the dally notice and receives relief from the Saltation Army. During; May 10 to 20 a committee of leading citizens of this state, headed by Major Arthur R. Robinson, of Indianapolis, will conduct an orf aniied appeal for funds to turn over to the Salvation Army to bo used in living relief to Just such cases of distress as are here portrayed. Editor! Note. chapter x. For a week and a day I have worn the Salvation Army bonnet and have glimpsed the misery, the poverty, the distress of the world through Salvation Army eyas. And 1 have seen the lighted faces that come with immediate relief of that distress, relief not red-taped but reaching directly to the need; without bureaucrat to Inquiry In that spirit that John Boyle O'Reilly so vividly phrased in his lines: "Organized charity, skimped and Iced; "In the name of a cautious, statistical Christ." I have seen homes where, except for the Salvation Army, misery, hunger, want, privation and dirt are the only visitors. I have seen old people, their rest long earned through days of toll, still struggling to keep a roof over their heads, and doomed Anally to failure except for the heaven-sent aid of the Salvation Army. I have seen mothers, soon to be confined, sitting In hovels of unspeakable disorder, patiently waiting thir time, too wan and worn to make the Intimate preparations for themselves and the coming child that means health and strength for both. 1 have seen women, soon to become mothers, dull and apathetic in their sodden surroundings; too inured to hardships to count their condition sad, too unused to joy to anticipate the ineffable happiness that comes to most women with the approach of their liret-born. Sees Mleery and Poverty. From the energetic mother of fifteen children, willing but unable to mako the provider's weekly $18 &ay check cover their wants and needs, to the paralytic of thirty-eight years, unable to mora from his bed. tortured by dreams of better days, and of a splendid vitality snapped off without warning, I have learned of misery &s only the Salvation Army knows It, from the impoverished family kept in coal and groceries all winter, to the lorry little group Just In from a distant city, utterly penniless and friendless. I have learned of relief as only the Salvation Army knows how to administer it. From visiting the settlement Sunday school where come the ragged urchins of West Washington street, the "little mothers" of the slums, the old grandmothers broken down in body and spirit. I have seen the Salvation Army cohorts tactfuUy. dramatically and with absolute sincerity Interpret the poor man's classic the Bible. With each visit and each new glimpse of misery allayed and a degree of happiness restored, my admiration for the Army whose Insignia I was wearing changed from admiration to awe. My blue-bonne-ed companion, Commandant Prudence Denton, who had seemed plain and humble as we walked along the busy city street, underwent a metamorphosis in the wretched homes we visited. Instead of a quiet unobtrusive woman in not too becoming costume, I saw her as a veritable angel of mercy, clothed in raiment that expresses her life humility and servIce. Her personality, submerged under an exterior of passivity on the street, rose like flame to the spark of the need of her services In those wretched tlaces of misery. Her life appeared to me what it Is a tribute to the cause of humanity and to the Idea fonnulatod seventy years ago lu the little attic room of a London rooming house when the struggling revivalist preacher received the visIon that was to save millions from death and disgrace, close thousands of drunkards' graves yawning for their vlcUixSs, snatch countless number! of little children from starvation and a life worse than death, and make the term "human derelict" an unnecessary one In any country. Doye Without Shoes In WIntsr. Our first call under the Salvation Army flag led out to the edge of the city wher streets an unpaved rivers of mud In the spring, swelters of dust In the summer and drifts of i snow in the winter. Here dwellings are squat and drab, with windows lm- ' modestly uncurtained. Our destlnajtlon was the back room of a wretched j two-room shack. The lltterod yard and offensive cut houses gave only

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iUgat pfcCilee ef the disorder inaldo. Two stops lead up to the door, one rotting away and the other broken. Our knock aroused a sound cf Muffling within, and a minute later two bright eyes peeped through two Jagged holes in the rags that covered the pane of glass In the door. A cautious scraping of the key followed and the door opened as fast as the dirty sacking stuffed under It wculd permit. . These rags under the door. Impeding Its progress In opening, attracted my attentloffn to the floor of the room first, and consequently to the feet of the occupants. There were four small feet, innocent of shoes but well swathed In old rags and stockings; and two large ones in shoes that bulged heavily si the sides. The small feet belonged to Charley and DlUle Griffith, two bright-eyed little boys with black faces and clothes la tatters. The large ones wer their mother s. Mrs. QriOth, a huge woman dressed more cleanly In gingham, her hair parted and plaited down her baek. It was evident that a third child was soon to be added to the family. Mrs. Griffith had been crying when we knocked. My companion asked the woman If she needed Immediate attention of a physician. "No," sobbed the woman, trying to calm herself, "but my baby ts coming, and I haven't any clothes, not

even a clean towel to wrap it in. Army Laeele Premises Clothes. Our promise to tend thing! for the coming little one and shoes for the two boys helped the woman to regain her composure. Little by tittle the confided her story to ui. Lartd by the hope, of more werk and better wages, they had left their home in Danville, Ky. They had sold everything to buy tickets for Indianapolis. But work was hard to get and now they are alone and friendless In a strange city. They can barely afford the $2.00 a month for the wretched place where they live. The four of them, two active boys and he real f and husband do not get much iloep in the one bed that the rem eootaini. Sometimes Mr. Ortflth, after shoveling coal all day, sits up or lies on the floor all night. The children go to sleep on the bed with their clothes on to keep warn, aariy at night and after they are tight aaleep their father lifts then c cnlo a pile of dirty clothes gathered In one corner. There tkey spend the real of the night arid the parents eccuy the bed. When there is food enoujh on hand to be cooked, It 1 served for all on the two china plates they own, and eaten with four tin spoeaa or with the fingere. Ne Water and tittle Light. While my companion was getting this information in halting sentences from Mrs. Griffith, I made mental inventory of the room. The stench, noUceable the moment the door closed behind us. Is almost overpowering. It tells its own story of filth and dirt, lack of ventilation and lack of personal cleanliness. Cleanliness la made almost Impossible be cause of the great distance to the nearest point of obtaining water. The only light comes through the glass pane in the door. Patches of worn-out linoleum cover spots on the flor. Cracks In the wall paper are pockets for years' accumu latlon of dirt. Grimy clothes and dirty rags litter the floor. The bed. three quarter siie, with two soiled pillows and a single coverlet, shade straw from its mattress every time a gust of wind shakes the house. Confused voices and fretful walls from the inhabitants of the ethc room In the shack are heard constantly. A movement from my companion told xae it wad time to go. 1 wat aid of the stiff March wind that rushed against us as we stepped out of that room, cleansing our clothes of the heavr smell ef dirt and human odors. But no wind that blows will ever purge my memory of the scene of the poor helpless mother fating deepest physical misery in dirt, poverty and alone. Her one friend Is the ftelva tlon Army. This is just one of the many cases of misery which comes to the dally notice and receives relief from ths Dalratlon Army. During May 10 to 20 a committee of leading citliens ef the state, headed by Major Arthur It. Iloblnson, of Indianapolis, will conduct an organised appeal for funds to turn over to the öalvaUon Army to be used In giving relief to piM such cases of distress as are here portrayed. Editor's Note. CHAPTER H. After leaving the GrlQthj and their wretchedness. I was prepared for almost anything. As we walked down the muddy street to the next place on our list, Comrade Danton assured me that although our next visit would disclose misery it would be trouble of a totally different kind. And she was right An entirely new situation, appealing almost as much to our pity, awaited us at the next house we visited. Again we turned in at the tack door of a Uttl shack. This time a neater yard bespoke o neater inter lor. An old woman whose-front teeth were gone and whose eyes were badly crossed admitted us Into the back room. The other occupant of the room was a man not mock more than thirty Tilth a ghastly yellou oolos

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n trhHa ptCbq ca hb lusuxianl Macs hCVi" tyitj ttnt up on a cot la C30 M.O ftcm. HÖ could W 1 -' ool Cz tause hie side Is "Ilptr ayo pJ taeling today? CLzUti D7 ecrr?" t. as we both ao coptd the chairs proffered us by the eld TTCdr.1. "Poorly, slsUr, rriy," answered the paralytic, and tho tones of kla voice brought tears cf pity to my eya. II was a vde young and strong, bet utterly koptleas. Then the old woman ventured a word. " Cccsis Uke he can't get any rest. His side hurts him all the time, fleeme as If he wants to sleep all the time, bet can't. That's ie paralysis bothering him Panalyeie NorU Cpooeh. The man ac&uUsced dumbly, unable to speak because of a sudden verpowerlng impulse to eleep. A silence ensued that was aim ort maddening. The paralytic's eyes dropped shut, the old woman rose and poked the meager fire, stepping over a pan of dishwater on Cie iecr to get to the stove. The March wind from miles along the prairie whistled round the low roof above us. Comrade Deatco smiled sympathetically at the sick man ani said nothing. I waa again making mental observation of the interior of the house. Conditions here ware not as bad as they had been In the Griffith's one room. The floor presented the same Jacob'e-coat-of-many-colors appearance, but with patches of carpet here tasU4 of scrape of oil cloth. I counted as many a nine different patterns In the scraps and rags of old carpet ea the floor. There waa the same old grey sacking stuffed ln cracks in the windows and under the door. The un papered rough board wall was rasplendent with calendar pictures of many a by-gone year, the skeleton of the last month of the year, hanging below giving awcy the source of the picture. Several gans of dirty dishes were setting ca a table and a chair. Tor the rest, the room vag dean. An oil lamp with a smoky chjmney stood oa the red cloth that covered the table. Suddenly I realised the silence around me. You have a pretty view hare, I ventured to say, hopragito break tha quiet and to draw the t old woman into further revelations. Preud ef Feur V3ndea -Yes," she answered, proudly, "we have four wlndowe in this Lqau3 two in this room and two In tha front room where I. sleep, liy son is a carpenter and he gave ! us the qUas. This house Is tha cnlyi one aroond here that has tour panesof ciaea. Hare the paralytic's eyee opened. K) looked inquiringly at ui, then caught the fact that we I ware talking about tha windows. "Caves In;. of coal hav ing those windows In Doro," ha tald ilouly in hla tmax jlngly strong voica. 1' don't taw what rü do these; days without the warns ten CpDlM in there to ah ear tae up and kp one warm, makes the - whole room warm to have Uta aun ccailng in those windows ao atvonsr." Another drowsy tpall put a halt to his wards and Comrade Dan too took adfcjitaoe of tha cilenea to ash tha old treman If the coal and groceries tha Calvatlon Army kafi ordered for them had been received. "No'm, the coal ain't come yetnet tha last order you put in tor ua, and the others you tpnt Is almost gone. We've got Just this ene bucketful any more." said the old woman. "And the groceries?" inquired Mise Denton. Ne One to Cond for Feed. "We got the groceries all right1 whsn we can get any one to go after them' answered the woman. "LAst ' week we couldn't get any one to go In to town to take the basket to bo filled, so we didn't get anything. I didn't dare leav him (pointing to the invalid) to go myself and ,my' son's wife Is sick and he couldn't go. I didn't know what I was going to do! but today my brother came In; he Is too sick to work this week. He Is janitor of a building but he can, hardly stand the heavy work now, ihe la getting on to seventy; I think! I can send him Into town for the groceries." . Comrade Denton raachd Into her blue serge pocket for a pleca of paper and drew a pencil from her modest handbag and wrota eocxe thing, using the palm of her hand to spread tho paper on. 'I'll call up again nb the coal for you she said. r.r.d tf'yea cant I get any one to ccme ter tha groceriea for you 111 try to find esraooao to send them out with. Yen era having 1 the doctor rcjukrlyT" eke Inquired. 1 "Yes. he ccme ever ctier dajv am um aoa t sa n caa zaass zus any better." "No. I'm not going to get any better." said the Invalid;' suddenly opening hb eyee again. Ml tell you dster. when the Lord calls me I am ready to go. I dont see why He doesn't call me right now, but whatever He waits ta do with me, I'm willing for Hio to do." Llkea-.Canned Peachea and Peanut t Gutter. That is the way to feel." eeld Coomda Denton, then ehe went en

talhlnj in ioxr tcaca to ttrdd trcoaa. Again the pad and penell waa brought into play from tha flalvoUoa Army girl's pocket. I eaw her wrlto down suggestion for dellcaciet fcr the Invalid. "Ho gets a lot of pleasure out of entinj peanut butter," I heard the old woman any. The invalld'e eara caught the sound and he tald: "That peanut butter you seat me waa fine sister. Those canned pcachca were very nlee." Commandant Dsn ton smiled at him and rose to go. Seeing her faaten her coat more eaouruly to prepare for the gale outside I patted down the bow on my bonnet and smoothed the bonnet strings, A look of surprise and dismay spread acroas the old woman's face as she saw us move toward the door. "Ain't you gain' to pray?" she asked quickly. "Why, yea. if you want us to." returned Comrade Denton, and all three of us knelt while the Salvation Army lassie prayed from the depth of her heart for comfort for the distressed family and a blessing oa the little home. The paralytic's eyes were less troubled when we arose from our knees and turned again to go. As the door closed behind us we heard his husky whisper, "Good by, sisters. God bless yon both. God blsss the Calvatlon Army."

This is Just one of the many cases of misery which comes to the dally notice and receives relief from the Salvation. Army. During tay 10 to 20 a obmmlttce of leading clttsena ef the state, headed by Major Arthur XL Robinson, of Indianapolis, will conduct an organised appeal for funds to tarn over to the Calvatlon Army to be used in giving relief to Just auch case of. distress as are here portrayed. Editor's Note. CHAPTER III. Sickness, the Scourge ef the Poor. A telephone call at Salvation Army headquarters the next morning decided the destination for our next visit. An excited voice ever the wire told us of a family of seven, with six in bed sick and the seventh, the father and provider, off from work to nurse his family. The voica on the wire belonged to a neighbor woman who had been in that day to see the distressed family, and to take them a little bread the only 'food they had had since the noon meal the day before. Fire minutes after the call was received, we were on our way to the house In Patterson street. The district was unknown to us, but consultation with the city map gave a clew to where we were going. The treat was narrow and tke housea poor, but the one that bore the number 'we were look lna for waa two storlae high, with a yard at tha side and a .pump oa the elde porch. A man well along in years opened tha door tor us. His ax pre si o a was pitiful, ryea bloodshot from lack of sleep and constant worry widened trlth surprise at tha Vitien of ua standing in tke doorway. Tka hand that held tha doorknob trembled. j ,4We hear that you have trouble and sickness hare' said Commandant Dsaton. Introducing herself. "May we come in and talk things over and see what we can do to helpT" Net the Kind That Ask Help. "Why, yes," answered the man, "We aren't the kind of people that ask for help, though. But I am Just about at the end of my rope. I guess. 8ems as If six of them are too mrny for one person to handle and the boy has been very bad, very bad." At that he opened the door further and admitted us lato a dark and disorderly kitchen, with bare board floor. An old cupboard set on legs, and a table strewn with crumbs and dirty dishes were the only articles of furniture, except a round store with a fiat top. The stove was cold. From the kitchen we entered the next room, a kind of living room I suppose, for It boasted an old-fashioned organ In one corner, two rockers, a straight chsir. and a stand by the window oa which rested a tele.phone. A grass rug covered the Soor and another round stove, with a little Iren fancy frill at the bottom stood 'well tooerd the center of the room. Dot no ctofortahle heat Issued from ,tb et and the bucket beilde U ca ecly. t Anotltr twera opened off of the living tzcz cirraied frem It by sagging ;eurtelns el dark green bcrlap. All the window chadee were drawn to the cilia, giving the rooms an atmosphere ef crneatse my star. Cemxaandast Denton resumed her con versa tia wtth Mr. A , the father. "Too aay there ere six of you down. -Are tkey receiving " medical atteaUeaf How are your supplies ci groeartaar Peed and Ceal Ail Gene. "Wi haven't got much left." admitted tke man. "I have been off work siaoe a week ago Tb are day, and I drew my last pa? Saturday of last week, liy glxU both work, but they have been in bed since a week age Our money la about run out. But w aren't tha hind Chat aaha for help." and a note ef pride crept into ale wear Tdca. "I as euro, you are net that kind," cold Uüa Xfczu nl tüa tte tt Ccacluttä next wc:l