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Maryland State Archives Jeffersonian, Towson, Maryland mdsa_sc3410_1_81-0401 Enlarge and print image (6M) |
| Page 4—Saturday, November 22, 1924 IE JEFFERSOI >N, MARYLAND ;\ THE J E F F ERS 0 N I A jN Baltimore County's Progressive Newspaper. TOWSON, MARYLAND Maryland Journal, Established 1865 Baltimore County Democrat, Bat. 18M5 Tne New Bra. Established.......19 IS < uiiaiilida'rd with THB JKKFKHS»\IAN Published Every Week By fkc Jeflersonian Printing & Publishing Co., Inc. Bartered as Serend-Claas Blatter at the Post Office. Baltimore. Md. subscription »I.SO Per Year. Payable In Advance. Single Copies. S Cents. For Sale At The Following Newsdealers la Balttomore. County. Court liunrh Room - Towson, Md. ¦^*prenrather'a Drug Store - Towaon *&. Michael's - - Relsterstown iry Cramllcb - - Dundalk Wl\. Davis', P. O. Building, Pikesville A. C. Davla - - Catonsvllle Rudolph Oelhlman'a Store, Catonsvllle M. ;.'T. Cooper's Store - Owings Mills Frank Zito's Store - Pikesville L.OGIE IJO.WKTT, Editor and Manager SAT. NOVEMBER 22, 1924. ARE THE PENNSYLVANIA RAILROAD OFFICIALS BIG ENOUGH TO DO THE RIGHT 'THING AT LUTHERVILLE WITHOUT BEING COMPELLED TO DO IT? One of the ablest, fairest and most humane representatives that the Pennsylvania or any other Railroad ever had was the late lamented Bernard Carter, its general counsel. One of his policies was to have the people along the right of way of the company kindly disposed toward it, and he has been known to settle cases where he knew he could prevent a recovery in court rather than have the ill will of the friends of persons killed or injured. We think he had the right idea and that Be ^:nZ a safe man for his Company to follow. The Luthervilie grade crossing has been regarded for years as one of the most dangerous in the county. In 1915, nine years ago, the citizens of Luthervilie through their Improvement Association, believing that the Company had collected toll enough in human life at one crossing, petitioned the County Commissioners to compel the Company to place a watchman and gates at the crossing for the protection of the traveling public. The Commissioners heard the evidence and made a personal inspection and passed an order requiring the Railroad Company to place a Watchman and gates there. We believe that if Mr. Bernard Carter had been alive and had attended that hearing and had heard the earnest appeal of the citizens of Luthervilie, all of whom are patrons of the road, he would have answered to the situation and without the necessity of an order from the Commissioners would have given the people the protection they asked. But unfortunately Mr. Carter at that time had gone to his reward and his successors in office did not hold, to his sense of fairness. They felt outraged at the decision of Commissioners and took an Circuit Court and >end any further le Commis- sioners the Superintendent of the road, Mr. Gamble ^Latrobe, made an affidavit that the appeal was not taken for delay. After taking the appeal and paying the costs the transcript of record went to the files of the Circuit Court and the paper upon which the record was made is turning yellow with age and the Railroad has done nothing whatever towards prosecuting the appeal. Some persons would say that the appeal was taken for delay since nine years and over have elapsed and no action has been taken by the Company to prosecute it, but this cannot be so since Mr. Latrobe made affidavit that it was not taken for delay. Of course, nine years is not long in the life of a great railroad corporation and it may have been Mr. Latrobe's idea that within 40 or 50 years would be time enough to take the next step. But now we are confronted with a serious condition at Luthervilie. In place of gates and a watchman as ordered by the Commissioners, the Company substituted on their own motion wig-wag signals and bells, and now it appears that its officials reserve the right to do away with even signals and bells whenever they choose to do so. We do not know how often they do so, but we do know they did once, and on that occasion the bodies of three promising young men were mangled. Is it not a propetious time now for some Pennsylvania Railroad representative of the Bernard Carter type to arise to the occasion and show that he is big enough to do the right thing by the people of Maryland who are compelled to use this crossing and give them real protection. The Pennsylvania Railroad is one of the most powerful corporations in the country; the Luthervilie Improvement Association is puny compared to it, but the Association plus a just cause, and backed up by the sentiment of an outraged public is even more powerful. Let the watchman and the gates come, and come at once. CITIZENS, GET BUSY! This is not the first time we have called attention to the automobile menace in Towson, and it will not be the last unless the police authorities do something to protect life and property within the town limits. There is no town of the size or importance of Towson anywhere in the State, or out of it, where motor vehicles are permitted to go through the congested section and across the nain intersecting streets at the rate of speed they go through TC^son. It is God's providence and nothing else that has prevented terrible accidents. The York Road of course, has the principal business houses; they draw trade from a distance ad at times it is difficult to find a parking place on either side of the street, and this necessarily arrows the driveway. The traffic on the York Road is immense and it is increasing every day. Hundreds of machines, especially on Saturday and Sunday, pass through bearing Pennsylvania licenses. There are three intersecting streets upon which the traffic is heavy: Alleghany, Pennsylvania and Chesapeake avenues. Machines on these avenues going east to the York Road have the right of way over machines on the York Road going south, and yet if one person out of ten would attempt to assert his right he would be met with a crash and i possible death—in other words, ; machines on the York Road are | permitted to go at such reckless speed and their drivers are often jso persistently regardless of the ! rights of others that those using the intersecting streets are compelled to stop until nothing is in sight or else run the risk of a collision. If all the hair -breadth escapes of motorists at these three intersections and pedestrians who cross the streets from this recklessness could be recorded it would make quite a chapter. At any time of the day high-powered machines and heavily laden trucks go through Towson at from 20 to 30 miles an hour, paying no attention to the congested streets or intersecting streets whatever. It must be stopped or some of our friends will be killed and then it will be too late^as far as they are concerned. Our people should get busy now. It is strange the im provement association has not taken it up. There should be a 15-mile speed limit from the Methodist Church on the north to Aigburth avenue on the south— and that no one should be taken by surprise conspicuous signs should be placed at these points giving the speed limit and the penalty, and then officers should see to it that the law is enforced. COURT ASKED TO PADLOCK CAFE IN CATONSVILLE. United States District Attorney Amos W. W. Woodcock petitioned the Federal Court to invoke the padlock law on the Terminal Gardens Cafe, Catonsville, this county, and asked that a large stock of liquors be destroyed. Pending decision of the court, Sydney Reinack, the proprietor, was restrained from removing anything from the building. According to the Federal authorities, the cafe has been raided twice and liquor confiscated. -----— o---------- NEW PHONE DIRECTORY IS BEING DISTRIBUTED. Distribution of the latest telephone directory began this week. The book contains approximately 2000 more new names than the spring issue. Ten days will be required to distribute the directory to all of the subscribers in the city and county, it was said at the offices of the Chesapeake and Potomac Telephone Company. The Company will deliver 192, 000 of these books. NEXT TERM OF COURT TO CON- GIRD, ATTACKED BY DOG, SUF-VENE ON DECEMBER 1. FERS SCORE OF WOUNDS. The December term of the Circuit Court for Baltimore County will convene at Towson on Monday, December 1. ----------o---------- OCTOGENARIAN'S LEG BROKEN BY MOTORCYCLE. Samuel French, eighty-three, 1403 Annapolis avenue, is at St. Agnes' Hospital, Baltimore city, with a broken right leg and cuts and bruises, the result of being run down on Annapolis road, near Western Maryland Railroad crossing by a motorcycle ridden by Charles Jele-ski, of Lakeland, this county. French was taken to the hospital by Patrolman Lee Percy, who arrested Jeleski on a charge of driving a motorcycle without a license. ----------o---------- IMPROVEMENT ASSOCIATION ELECTS OFFICERS. At a recent meeting of the Luthervilie Improvement Association W. W. Boyce was elected president; H. D. Brower, vice-president; J. A. Hancock, treasurer; S. E. Parks, secretary; Geo. F. Needham, assistant secretary and John D. C. Duncan, attorney. Suffering from more than a score of wounds inflicted by a fox terrier, Miss Celia Dailey, eighteen, Chesaco Park, this county, was treated by Dr. C. W. G. Rohrer at the Pasteur Bureau of the State Department of Health. Miss Dailey was attacked by the dog when she was visiting her aunt, Mrs. Martin Jennings, 822 East Madison street, Baltimore city. She was unable to fight off the animal, but her screams brought others of the household to her rescue. The dog is held for observation. ----------o---------- MASS HELD FOR PRIEST WHO DIES AT NINETY. ik/ay©Kr* SUSP AL@K>£ Funeral services for the Rev. Joseph Wuest, ninety, a member of the Redemptorist Order, who died at St. Mary's College, Ilchester, this county, were held Tuesday morning. A solemn-requiem mass was celebrated in the chapel of the institution. Burial Was in the college cemetery. (FJjattkantuittn; (By Richard W. Wickes, Pastor Calvary Baptist Church) Deep calleth unto deep—Psalm 42:7. Thanksgiving is the time of retrospection. No matter what it was in the beginning it is now the time when people stop for a little while and look back over their spent lives and ask questions. Some ask in a superficial way and then turn off without further thinking—others ask serioitsly, but as they sum up their lives think they find very little for Which they can be thankful. Thanksgiving is the season for rejoicing. Surely no one can be truly thankful for a deliverance, whether it be from want or rescue from danger, except there is in his heart a song of rejoicing. The words of the Psalmist are true when he says "Blessed is the people that hear the joyful sound." Blessed indeed the people who hear the bells of the churches ring out with their invitation to all to gather in God's House and return thanks for the blessings that have been showered upon them. Blessed indeed the man who can come with a heart free from care. Blessed the-man who can come singing that his "cup runneth over'' and that life holds nothing that he would desire that is not already his. But so very few of us can come in this way! So few can come without a question upon our lips that is almost a doubt. Deny it with your lips if you will, but you know in your heart of hearts that there is a little thorn of memory pricking when you would retur nthanks. As the thought o* tl:e Thanksgiving season is brought to you is there not this question in your mind: "For what am I thankful?" And whle you are asking are you not thinking of the trials that have entered your life during the past year? Are you not thinking of the dark hour through which it has been your lot to wait? Are you not thinking of the many, many things which you would have escaped if you could? And are not these the things that come to your mind first ? Much of the joy of Thanksgiving is lost because we try to bring our reasons for returning thanks down into a narrow, individual circle. We try to count our blessings one by one and we find that we are counting our misfortunes. We try to feel thankful for a benediction and find that we are making a parody of it. We think that we are trying to thank God for the bright spots in life and find that they are clouded by the -fogs of sorrow. But we cannot return thanks in the best way unless we hear the deep calling unto the deep. Unless we go beyond the shallow stream of our personal experience and get into the deep waters of humanity's experiences. Then we can hear the deep of God's love answering the call of the deep of humanity's need. We try to think of the blessings of the past year and there comes to us the thought of a purse once fat with prosperity but now lean with the scanty years. And we wonder if there is anything for which we can be thankful. We think of robust bodies that once belonged to us but now are broken with age or disease and we ask, "Is there anything for which I can be thankful?" We look into our hearts and find secrets that cannot be coaxed to our lips. And we ask if we can be thankful for these. We go to our homes and see the chair that such a short time ago held one of our beloved. Again we seem to see the face and hear the voice, and there enters into the heart a lump of sorrow and an ache of longing. And we cry to heaven to look and see that we have nothing more in life. But our difficulty is that we have not heard the deep calling into the deep. We have not allowed our boat to sail the waves of the deep, but have kept it anchored in the shallows of personal experiences. We cannot confine our reason for thanksgiving to the supplying of our personal needs and desires and wants. It is inevitable that many at some time must feel the pinch of reduced finances. And our bodies cannot always be the bodies of youths. And if all tilings else stayed we know that the living must go! Our trouble is that when these things come to pass we say in the words of the scoffer: "Where is now thy God?" We must remember that it was in exactly these conditions that the Day of Thanks was born. The stalwart men of God who took part in the exercises of that first Thanksgiving had, faced dark hours. The supply in their storehouse was scant. And among those who survived the days of starvation there must have been those whose bodies were permanently broken by the hardships. And the little graveyard was a silent witness to the way all men must travel. But out of these conditions came the Day of Thanks! Why- They had heard the deep calling unto the deep. They knew that though they had suffered, lost friends and loved ones, yet He who had led them to this place would no sooner desert them than He had those whom lie had led out of the bondage and into the promised land. If we think only of our wants supplied we cannot truly give thanks. Though all our wishes are granted we must still sense that something is wrong, for all about us are those whose wants are not satisfied. On a cold, wet night not long ago I was on my way to call upon one who was dangerously ill. As I passed a home the light from its uncurtained windows attracted my attention. I glanced in passing and I saw a man sitting in his easy chair The shaded floor lamp was placed to cast its rays correctly on the evening paper which he was reading. It happened in a moment, but as I passed I saw him drop his paper, cross his knees, put his hand over his lips as he yawned and then relax—a picture of contentment. The contrast struck rn^e, for I knew that just around the corner was a little girl fighting for her life. Friends, if this man going into God's house the next day thanked Him for plenty and comfort and freedom from care then for what could the parents of the little girl thank Him? We must get out of the shallows of personal wants satisfied for a reason for thanksgiving, and get into the ocean of humanity's needs. Then we will see that we have just cause for thanksgiving when we see the deep need of men calling to the deep love of God and God answering. One of the historians has said: '' All history should be written as the annals of God." We can see the guiding hand of God in all history. However we need only to read the history of our own land to see this. Think of the men who established this day.' ee them persecuted by those who had been friends. In that hour they heard Him say: "Ye shall be persecuted for my sake." But when driven to a new and savage land they cried from the depths of their need and He answered: '' The angel of Jehovah encampeth round about them that fear Him, and delivereth them." Then came the time when men believed that God had determined that this land should be free and a home for men of all nations who sought freedom. And now we see a thin line of ragged, ill-fed soldiers facing the strong, well-fed, warmly clad disciplined soldiers of England. But the victory was given to the soldiers of the colonies. Why? At Valley Forge one man threw himself upon his knees and voiced the deep longings of men's hearts for a free land. And the deep answered the deep. Later men looked upon the land that had been given them and they saw that it was not good. Their brothers of a different race were held in slavery. Again a great man took up the prayer of the people and prayed that God would give him strength to fulfill his vow: '' That if ever I get the chance I will hit this thing and hit it hard." God heard the cry of despair from thousands of black men and He answered by Lincoln. And the deep answered the deep. Men were saddened one day to learn that a group on the other side of the ocean had vowed that the world should be ruled by them. And they plunged the world into a stream that ran red with the blood of men and women. The glory of many lands was spent in the struggle. Mother heart was laid upon the altar of sacrifice. The heart of fatherhood came to know torment that is impossible of description. And they cried from the deep of their despair that they needed heaven, and the deep of God's compassion spoke to them through His son and said: '' My peace I give unto you." And into the hearts of doubt and torment there came a peace that surpasseth understanding. Arms were stacked and a truce was signed, but the war trod lands were exhausted and unable to care for themselves. Mothers had given up sons and wives husbands, but a new terror awaited them. Little children were crying for- bread, but there was none to give. They longed for Him who had fed the thousands. And the motherhood of stricken Europe cried to heaven for help. God spoke to America and from her shores sailed ships laden with the good things of life—meat, flour, clothing, money. The deep need of the suffering had called to the deep love and tenderness of God and ife answered through America: "I was hungry and ye gave me to eat, naked and ye clothed me." We are living now in a day when weary men and women are crying to God to abolish war. There is but a whisper as an answer. Here and throughout the world consecrated people are meeting and asking how they can outlaw war. If this is the deep longing of the human heart and it calls to the love of God's nature it will be answered. For deep calleth unto deep, and the Deep always answers. Friends, we cannot confine our reasons for returning thanks to our own personal blessings. It must be a deeper, grander thing than that, We must sense the deep longing of men and then thank God that in His own way and time He is leading this old world into the kingdom of Righteousness that His Son came to establish. We are being carried to a better world than any man, living or dead, has ever seen. Let us lift up our hearts in thanksgiving to God for the consciousness of His presence. Let us be grateful for knowing that He IS. When we know this how small grow our own needs and desires. Yes, we have many things that have come to brighten our. lives. But we have also had many things visit us that have darkened life's outlook Must we then hold back from giving thanks? Only the selfish man does this! Only the unbelieving man acts so! Suppose our purses are lean? Then hear the deep say to you: "Make for yourself purses which wax not old." Do our loved ones leave us and our hearts desolate? The deep answers: "I go to prepare a place for you that where I am ye may be also." Let us rejoice even amid our disappointments and sorrows, for we know that needs of the world shall be supplied. "And my God shall supply all your needs." As from the depths of the ocean the diver brings to the surface the pearl of great price that shall enhance the beauty of the already beautiful women—so from the depth of sorrow and suffering shall be borne on angels' wings the love and peace of God that surpasseth understanding and you shall know the deep answers the deep and you shall be satisfied. It is the Lakes calling to the Gulf. It is the Atlantic calling to the Pacific. It is humanity from the deep of its needs calling to the deep of God's love. Let us be thaifkful. WITH THE OLD FOLKS ON THE FARM. Thanksgivin' with the old folks on the farm! Oh, that's what gives the day a subtle charm; Jest to watch old mother sittin' In the chimney-seat-a-knittin'— Alius knittin' socks , to keep the babies warm. Knittin' socks an' danin' stockin's all day, Jest as if we still were children out at play; With her kind old eyes a-blinkin'. 'N not ever even thinkin' That her babies, too, are growin' old and gray! Then to meetin' at the warnin' of the bell, From the little old white church down in the dell; Tho' the settin's far from easy, An' the organ's weak and wheezy, Yet there's somethin' seems to tell ye all is well! Ah, 'tis thoughts of home that keeps us safe from harm, An' gives Thanksgivin' day a subtle charm; For so long as mother's livin' There's a reason for Thanksgivin' An' we'll spend it with the eld folks on the farm. SOFT ANSWER TURNETH AWAY WRATH. Wife—My dear, you've forgotten again that today is my birthday. Husband—Er—listen love, I know I forgot it, but there isn't a thing about you to remind me that you are a day older than you were a year ago. PLAIN ENOUGH. "Is Mr. Perkins at home?" inquired the caller. "Which one, sir?" asked the maid. "There are two brothers living here." For a moment the caller looked puzzled—then he had an idea. "The one who has a sister in St. Louis," he explained. UNCOMPROMISING REALIST. The village photographer was losing patience with his lady patron. "Just a little smile please," he said, dwelling somewhat on the last word. "A smile adds so much to the artistic effect." The lady shook her head. "Or course, if you'd rather," commenced the artist. "I would that," came from the direction of the head rest. "Our one layin' hen died this mornin', bacon's gone up two cents a pound, mother's had a couple o' fits, my boy George has just broke a plate glass window, and my husband is in a military hospital with four or five pounds o' lead inside him. If you think I'm going to look like a Chesy cat when I'm up against that shower o' blessin's youre scratchin" the wrong pig. You git on with it natural, mister. SO THAT'S IT! Two Irishmen stood in front of a drug store in Dublin. In the window was a display of rubber gloves. "Now, I wonder what is them things for?" asked one of the Irishmen. "O," replied the other Irishman, "ye can put them things on an' wash yer hands without gettin' yer hands wet." NEVER USED. "He is certainly a fine-loking fellow," said Smith to Jones, looking at Brown. "A fine head." "Yes," answered Jones, "he ought to have a fine head. It's brand new; le has never used it any." THE MEAN THING. Peggy—Does your husband talk in his sleep? Polly—No, and it's awfully exasperating. He only smiles. TACT. Two negro soldiers over there were discussing politeness and tact. "Now," inquired Sam, "Just what is de difference between politeness and dis hayer tact.?" "Ah'll enlighten yo're intelleck," replied his friend. "When Ah wuz back in de States, Ah wuz wukkin' at de Waldawf. One day, when Ah wuz shoffeh to a vacurum-cleanah, Ah opened a bafroom doh, and dah wuz a lady a-settin' in de baf tub. Ah shet dat doh quick an' sez: 'Beg yoh pahdon—suh.' Dat 'Beg yoh pahdon' was jes' p'liteness, but, boy, dat 'suh' wuz tact." IT MIGHT BE WORSE. "O me! O me! O me!" groaned a dusky seasick trooper on the deck of the 'General Goethal's' on that vessel's last return trip to the States. "Ah never knowed dey was dis much water in de whole world." "Poof-poof, man," answered his companion. "You only sees de top of dat water." THAT'S TRUE. Two ranchers were in a railroad wreck and later saw each other in the hospital. "Oh," groaned one, "I've lost my arm." "Think of me," said the other. "I've lost my wife." "Yes, yes," moaned the first, "but you can get another vwife." TEN DAYS. "Your honor, I was not intoxicated." "But this officer says you were trying to climb a lamp post." "I was, your honor. ¦•.' A couple of red crocod*i*s had been following me around all day, and1 don't mind telling you that they were getting on my nerves/' . - ' |