Judge — November 23, 1929 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE ‘Ties of Steel and Love A Chapter in the Life of Rosie Jo Sayre For a thousand shares of General Motors she agreed to use her beauty to ensnare this wealthy victim. mn viunk that I can safel am entitled to then: And then came Little Coal-Black rl was entitled to it. In the first the crash ; children always called the grim, saturnine woman who smacked our heads * In the second place, 1 was ilways (and still am) st In the third place, my name And finally, as father was an engincer on the Delaware, awanna we were given little lumps of coal to cut our teeth on instead of the nice, clean rubber rings most chil- dren have, and as Father's coal was bituminous, or soft, I the dust frequently rubbed off on our tiny es and hands and little bodies, so that we were coal black most of the time. My first memory of Father, or Charley: dren called him, was of a good-natured, slob stand- ing in the cab of the locomotive teasing ae horses and cows along the railroad tracks by hitting them in the ribs with great hunks of coal. Sometimes he would hit a tan or a woman; and once in a great while he managed to knock the glass out of a shanty window. Whenever this happened his day was and he would sit for hours quietly chuckling and slapping his thighs as he thought of the startling effect the lump of coal must have made landing in the middle of some dinner table. The name of the caboose where we lived Minnie Maddern Fiske. In winter we were usually shunted to a siding near the box-car home of a funny old im- poverished gentleman who, when sober, talked Latin and Greek the time. In those d I did not observe the pains Mammy took to keep him sober so that he could help me with my home work, but Jooking back I cannot help marveling at her. She did not have much book learning herself, but she was wise in the ways of the world and appreciated the value of educa’ While my sisters Ursula and Desirée were gadding about at cotillions given hy the wheel-tappers, Mammy kept me say that I of Mam- Rose, if ht Horse, tossed Tron all for my age. is Rosie. as all we chil- was the On and on into the with Charlie at the throttle. at home a M I wa with Physical Culture cfadden publication. just seventeen when our caboose stopped one night outsid southern village. They were ing a new Moose Hall, and I and stood in the open door of the hall getly looking at the people: attractive dotted and Barrymore shirts and those popular in the summer. ‘These laughing, happy young people were town folks. the kind Thad always wanted to know. I ached to become acquainted, but was too shy to inix with them. Suddenly, as I was standing th m hand closed softly about my ne said: “How about this Maga- girls in in yeshades so Swisses. bovs storm- plunged the Madcap turned and which grew serious, sorry, I thought Dingus.”” I was sorry, too, that I was not that lucky girl as looked him over. Patent-leather hair, large black eyes, flashing teeth; but he differed from the other boys on the floor in that he wore the olive-drab uniform and gold bars of a nd lieutenant Citizens’ Military T saw a face “Tn Daisy laughing then startled. you were se ining Corps. “Won't y in the 1 go in and dance terrible stupidity anker Twitchell’s just once to show that you he said. “I am Wesley ‘Twitchell, son, as anyone can tell you. “Just once,” I answered smiling, “because I can only dance the two-step, and I'd be afraid to try any of these new dances.” He looked a little disappointed at that, but did not try to back out. “Maybe you'd better tell me your name, Some ruffian might try to become familiar with you.” “Tam Mammy’s Little Coal-Black Rose,” I said un- hesitatingly. As we danced his brow cleared. “You're (Continued on page 28) Suddenly, as I was standing there, a warm hand closed softly about my neck and a gay voice said: “How about this one, Daisy?” comicbooks.com