Posts Tagged ‘1956’

Poor Ol’ Tom Lincoln

February 12, 2013

Another Mouth To Feed

Long Beach Independent (Long Beach, California) Feb 11, 1956

You Gonna Vote?

November 4, 2012


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Civic Duty

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Lima News (Lima, Ohio) Oct 2, 1956

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Iowa City Press Citizen (Iowa City, Iowa) Nov 1, 1926

“People Count Themselves to Death in This Life”

September 24, 2012

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Superior Sagas


This country has run plumb out of frontier. But despite the laments of the pessimists, it has not run out of the bold, freewheeling pioneer spirit before which the frontier vanished.

That, says an expert (borrowing from Freud) is the reason we Americans are crazy about westerns; We read ’em by the thousands to sublimate our intense yearning to pack up the covered-wagon and git for the great open spaces.

And that goes for President Eisenhower, too, who is one of the most consecrated devotees of western fiction in the country.
So says Louis L’Amour (his square name), walking encyclopedia of the Old West and author of “Hondo” and other superior sagas of the wild and woolly.

“The American is still a tough hombre, rough and ready, no matter what sociologists say about the debilitating effects of central heating, can openers and air-conditioned autos,” said L’Amour when I cornered him for luncheon the other day.

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Product of West

A product of the Old West and the descendant of pioneers, at least one of whom lost his hair to the Sioux, the author bases this heartening appraisal of his fellow citizens in part on his experience with them in a tank destroyer unit in Europe during World War II.

“It may take a jolt to waken that tough, rough and ready streak in him, but he’s got it, even here in the effete East,” says L’Amour.

Born in North Dakota, this is one western author who spent his childhood playing cowboy and Indians with real cowboys and bona fide Indians. There he began to collect, subconsciously, the extraordinary range of western lore that makes the background of his western as authentic and factual as a history of the period.

“I’ve got no time for this Hopalong Cassidy stuff,” said L’Amour, who looks as big and rough hewn as any of his heroes. Having committed heresy, he went on to say that his hero gets the girl, if any, and doesn’t have to go around kissing horses in the sunset.

Even though the Indians scalped his great-grandfather, the author has affection and respect for the noble Redskin and treats him as a man with problems, mainly the pale face, in his fiction.

Not only is L’Amour recognized as a real long-hair student of the Old West as pertains to the pioneers but as an expert on the American Indian, his life and hard times. The two fields mesh and L’Amour is toying with the idea of writing a dictionary or encyclopedia on both.

Most Americans today, he pointed out, don’t even know such elementary facts as why the pioneer used oxen rather than horses or mules on the trek west, or how much goods and gear a covered wagon held.

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Lot More Tasty

Fully loaded, the wagon would tote 2500 pounds. And nature provided the oxen with large hoofs which didn’t sink into sand or sod as did the dainty hoofs of horses and mules. And, in addition, oxen were a lot more tasty in the stew pot if worse came to worst and an animal had to be killed for food.

L’Amour always intended to be an author, but never of westerns. His first novels were about the East Indies, on which he is also an expert. In fact, this inexhaustible man is a student and expert on a dizzying number of subjects, Indian archeology and the 12th Century, to name two.

He recently signed a contract to do two novels on the 12th Century theme. But in the intermin, he has a number of novels on the fire for Americans who long for a home where the buffalo roam and who, when they settle down with a good book, begin to hum “Don’t Fence Me In.”

Albuquerque Tribune (Alburquerque, New Mexico) Aug 12, 1954

This Writer’s Life Better Than Stories


NEW YORK (AP) — “People count themselves to death in this life,” said Louis L’Amour, declining to give his age.

With L’Amour, one of America’s  most prolific adventure writers, keeping his age to himself isn’t a matter of vanity. It’s a philosophy.

“It isn’t the number of years you’ve lived that’s important,” he said, “It’s a mistake to measure living in terms of years. It’s how you’ve spent the years that puts real meaning into existence.”

Judged by most standards, L’Amour has had enough experiences to last the ordinary man through several reincarnations.

The average adventure writer is a swivel chair dreamer who would think twice before picking a quarrel with his dentist.  L’Amour not only looks like the adventure heroes he writes about — he probably could whip one of his own heroes in a fight with either fist or gun.

The big 6-foot-1 inch author weighs 200 and is a judo expert as well as an authority on desert or jungle survival. He has been a sailor, a miner, a hobo, a professional boxer — he won 54 bouts, lost 5 — and an antitank combat officer in World War II.

At 15 he left his home in Jamestown, N.D., and joined a circus as the first step in a search for adventure that has carried him to almost every place in the world.

“Even then I knew I wanted to write,” he recalled. “But I figured I could learn more out of school than in it. I felt I had to see life before I could write about it.”

“I had 200 stories rejected before I sold my first one for $10,” he recalled.

His career has now reached the jackpot stage. He has published more than 400 short stories, turned out half a dozen adventure novels, including “Hondo,” made into a movie starring John Wayne, to whom he bears a strong physical resemblance. Recently he sold a magazine serial for $15,000, sat down and wrote another book, “We Shape the Land,” in 55 hours at the typewriter in 5 days.

L’Amour, whose own experiences have proved a fruitful gold mine, has no patience with people who think of adventure as something limited to the glamerous past.

“It isn’t,” he said soberly. “There is more adventure alive in the world today than there ever was, plenty of unexplored places. Adventure is there waiting for any man with the courage to go and find it. But you’ll never discover it by looking at the calendar — and counting yourself to death.”

Abilene Reporter News (Abilene, Texas) Apr 25, 1955

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Proving, once again,  that “going to school” is not the same thing as “receiving an education”:

Anderson Daily Bulletin (Anderson, Indiana) Sep 16, 1954

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Panaman City News (Panama City, Florida) Jul 16, 1969

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One of several Louis L’Amour books made into a movie:

Hammond Times (Hammond, Indiana) Sep 27, 1956

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A real “corker” of a quote:

The Daily Intelligencer (Doylestown, Pennsylvania) Dec 27, 1955

“… you are inviting revolution.”

September 13, 2012

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Detroit Priest Criticizes Federal Reserve System

He called upon congress to “recover” its constitutional powers to regulate the value and coinage of money, and added that:

“Unless you do that, you are inviting revolution.”

The Charleston Daily Mail (Charleston, West Virginia) Jan 16, 1935

Lake Park News (Lake Park, Iowa) Sep 20, 1934

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Editor of The Bee — Sir: If the isolationists wish to give direction to the government policies of the United States they should induce congress to dismantle and abolish the Federal Reserve Bank in toto and restore the United  States Treasury to the prestige it enjoyed prior to 1907.

At that time Kaiser Wilhelm of Germany ordered his bankers to get their money out of the United States and home to Germany. With that order, hell started on a rampage and where it will end is a moot question. We are not inclined to predict.

However, when a conflagration is raging, people who can are justified in taking preliminary steps at self preservation and one of these precautionary measures is to bring unresponsible agencies under disciplinary control.

The Federal Reserve Bank with its sanctions and its sanctions in reverse can do a lot of mischief. The efforts of the national administration to restore normalcy to commerce and industry are futile so long as an unauthorized agency can flout moral standards and carry on as it pleases, we use the term “unauthorized” advisedly, for when the war ended and the writ of habeas corpus was restored to the nation, Woodrow Wilson’s war time emergency acts ceased to have authority to continue their functions.

When the Democratic Party in 1932 gave the people an opportunity to vote on the socalled amendment, they voted it out. It had become nothing but a racket for the late Andrew Mellon’s personal benefit.

Modesto, January 16, 1940.

Modesto Bee and Herald-News (Modesto, California) Jan 17, 1940

Ironwood Daily Globe (Ironwood, Michigan) Mar 7, 1935

Coxey Considers Another March To Washington

CHICAGO, Sept. 19. — (INS) — “Coxey’s Army” may march again.

That was the admonition today of “Gen.” Jacob S. Coxey who led the march of unemployed from Massillon, O., to Washington, in 1894.

The 91-year-old “General” told a meeting of 16, the Mothers of America, Inc., that he is prepared to encamp in Washington until someone introduces his bill to abolish the Federal Reserve system.

Lima News (Lima, Ohio) Sep 19, 1945

Lima News (Lima, Ohio) Jul 14, 1956

Delaware County Daily Times (Chester, Pennsylvania) May 10, 1974

Ladies in Shorts

August 1, 2012

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Ladies in Shorts


Don’t know about your town, but in our town the shorts-measuring brigade has begun its pleasant duties. (This is as much a part of summer as sunstroke and poison oak.)

For those of you with weightier preoccupations than the length of ladies’ shorts, let me recap summer’s folly: Come the heat and stupidity of the dog days, certain members of the pretty sex climb into garments calculated to expose their lower extremities to a high degree. That is, girls wear shorts.

Shorts shock that portion of the populace that doesn’t look good in same. And they pelt the police department with shrill cries of pique.

So the constabulary looks forward to the annual heat waves as more fun and less work than a bank robbery.

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WOMEN ARE SAID to be vain. That’s not so. One look at a few shorts-garbed dumplings trotting about the supermarket on varicosed, knobby and quite unleg-like legs is sufficient to convince us otherwise. Vanity, my eye!

These dames are bereft of all pride, caution — even hope. They have looked in that triple mirror, shuddered, and decided the weather is too hot to contemplate such a formidable problem. With a skill born of years at wriggling into a 10-way stretch girdles, they make size 14 shorts do the work of size 20.

Then they buy some more groceries. (Studying up for size 44.)

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ON THE SHORTS QUESTION, doubtless the etiquette authorities bemuse themselves with such refinements as appropriateness, taste, and condition of servitude. But the cops and I are more direct in our approach to the basic issues involved. They measure garment; I maintain they should measure the wearer.

If milady toddles abroad exhibiting legs more suitable to the circus than to Main street, I say clap her in irons. Let the judge sentence her to  30 days on a 600-calorie diet. And when she measures up to less than 120 pounds, permit the wearing of the shorts.

What about the varicose department? Black lace hosiery as on chorus girls. Leg make-up as in bottles. Or maybe a dress — as a last resort.

Hammond Times (Hammond, Indiana) Jul 17, 1956

Should Auld Acquaintance be Forgot … 1956

December 31, 2011

Famed Sports Celebrities Passed Away During 1956

(United Press Sports Writer)
NEW YORK, Dec. 31 — (UP)

There will be quite a few tears in the cup of happiness tonight.

For when they ring in the new year, too many sporting favorites won’t be on hand. They just didn’t make it all the way with the infant 1956 they helped welcome only a year ago.

But they’ll be in many a mind when the voices rise in the old refrain “should auld acquaintance be forgot?”

Babe Didrikson

Like the Babe. They all knew her and the world mourned when its greatest woman athlete, Mrs. Mildred Didrikson Zaharias, died in September at the age of 42. President Eisenhower summed it up when he said:

“I think that every one of us feels sad that finally she had to lose this last one of all her battles.”

Connie Mack

Gone, too, is the tall, spare man who was a baseball legend. Connie Mack, the seemingly indestructible, struck out at 93. But, then, life hadn’t been the same for him since the heart-breaking morning 15 months earlier when his beloved A’s were sold down the river to Kansas City.

“Should auld acquaintance be forgot?”

Who can forget the “Boston Tar Baby”? He fought the best of them and won the championship of Mexico when he was almost blind. But at 75, Sam Langford finally took the count in a Massachusetts nursing home.

And Bill Cane, the man whose vision “made” the Hambletonian and helped make harness racing a big business. Big Bill, at 81, finally laid down the reins at Miami, Florida, far from the Good Time track at Goshen, N.Y., which he loved so dearly.

Red Strador

It came early for Norman (Red) Strador. The bluff red-head who coached football for St. Mary’s, the San Francisco 49’ers and the erstwhile New York Yankees, was cut down by a heart attack at 53.

“Should auld acquaintance be forgot?”

Racing fans will remember three who took the checkered flag.

You see again, white-toothed Bob Sweikert sitting happily in victory lane at Indianapolis in 1955 and asking his wife jokingly:

“You were worried about me?” He got it against the wall at Salem, Ind. Age 30.

Then there were bushy-browed Jack McGrath, dead in a Phoenix, Ariz., crash at 35.

And little Walt Faulkner, who flipped five times and out at Vallejo, Calif., a passion for speed burning him out at 37.

“Should auld acquaintance be forgot” when you think of the others who bowed out? Like horseman Clifford Mooers, a fabulous personality; Burly Donna Fox, the bobsledder whose passion was golf, and genial, gentle Rud Rennie, a long-time pal from the New York Herald-Tribune.

It can’t be — for the sake of auld lang syne.

The Bridgeport Post (Bridgeport, Connecticut) Dec 31, 1956

Apples, Not Bullets

January 12, 2009


Lady Teacher Shot Five Times by Her Jealous Husband.

SYRACUSE, N.Y., Jan 20. — Mrs. W.F. Barker, teacher at the Bissett street public school, was shot five times yesterday morning by her husband in the class room. He drove to the school in a sleigh with their sixteen months-old child in his arms, walked into his wife’s class room and said: “Is this the way you take care of your child?” Mrs. Barker went into the hallway. Her husband followed and fired two shots at her. She reached another class room and then fell on the floor. Barker put the baby on the floor and, leaning over his wife, fired at her several times, five shots taking effect. Barker then drove rapidly away.

The couple have been married about two years and jealousy on Barker’s part is the supposed cause of the tragedy. The only lived together a short time after the marriage. Mrs. Barker was taken to the House of the Good Shepherd. It could not be told whether her injuries are fatal. She was shot three times in the head and face, once through the left hand and once through the left thigh. Barker left the baby in the school room.

New Castle News (New Castle, Pennsylvania) Jan 21,  1891


Unable to Work the Insanity Dodge.
Syracuse, N.Y., Jan. 23. — Wilbur F. Barker, who shot his wife five times at the Bassett street public school, where she was teaching, was unable to work his insanity dodge on the examining physicians, and he was declared sane. He was arraigned for assault in the first degree, pleaded not guilty, and was committed to jail. Mrs. Barker lingers between life and death.

Middletown Daily Press (Middletown, New York) Jan 23, 1891


Wilbur F. Barker Buried.
Wilbur F. Barker, at one time a well-known real estate agent of this city, died at his home, No. 507 East Fayette street, on Friday of locomotor ataxia. He was 70 years old. In January, 1891, Mr. Barker shot his wife, Mrs. Nellie Sloan Barker, while she was discharging her duties as principal of the Bassett Street (now Sumner) school. He was arrested and tried for assault in the first degree, the plea of insanity being advanced by his counsel. For several years he and his wife have been reconciled. One daughter and a widow are the only survivors. The funeral was held yesterday afternoon.

Syracuse Herald (Syracuse, New York) Jan 11,  1909

Interesting NOTE: I looked up locomotor ataxia, which is another name for Tabes dorsalis. Besides several physical symptoms, these two were also listed:  Personality Changes and Dementia. So maybe Mr. Barker was actually crazy, due to this disease.


422 Marcelius St.
Mrs. Nellie Sloan Barker of 422 Marcellus St. died at her home this morning after a long illness. She was 96, and a lifelong resident of Syracuse. A retired school teacher, Mrs. Barker was a member of the Sons and Daughters of Liberty, Harmony Circle. Services will be held Thursday at 11:00 a.m. at the Schumacher-Whelan Brothers Funeral Home, with Rev. Amos Phipps officiating. Friends may call at the funeral home from 7 to 9 p.m. tonight and from 3 to 5 and 7 to 9 p.m. tomorrow. Surviving is a grandnephew Thomas McCormack.

Syracuse Herald Journal (Syracuse, New York) Mar 6,  1956