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Maryland State Archives Jeffersonian, Towson, Maryland mdsa_sc3410_1_81-0491 Enlarge and print image (5M) |
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Page 4—Saturday, December 20, 1924.
IRSONIAN, TOWSON, MARYLAND
THE JEFFERSONIAN
Baltimore County's Progressive
Newspaper.
TOWSON, MARYLAND
SAFETY GATES.
Maryland Journal, Established 1865 Baltimore County Democrat, Est. 1885
The New Era, Established.......1913
Consolidated with THE JEFFERSONIAN
Published Every Week By The Jefferson ian Printing & Publishing Co., Inc.
Entered as Second-Class Matter at the Post Office, Baltimore, Md.
Subscription $1.50 Per Year. Payable In Advance.
Single Copies, 5 Cents, For Sale At
The Folio-wing Newsdealers in
Baltimore County:
Court Lunch Room - Towson, Md. Hergenrather»s Drug Store - Towson C. H. Michael's - - Reisterstown Henry Crumlich _ _ Dundalk
Mrs. Davis', P. O. Building-, Pikesville A. C. Davis - - Catonsvllle
Rudolph Deihlman'N Store, Catonsvllle H. T. Cooper's Store - Owtngs Mills Frank Zlto's Store - Pikesville
All railroads apparently believe that the display of "Stop, Look and Listen" signs at dangerous unguarded crossings, many of which are virtually death traps, fulfill their obligation to the public and relieves them of all responsibility for regrettable, avoidable tragedies.
The time has arrived when in view of the increasing number of these tragedies the State, through proper authorities, must step in and notify the railroads that all grade crossings over freely used highways must be equipped with safety gates.
Wig-wag systems may serve to avert accidents on little used icountry roads, but safety gates must be erected as speedily as possible at all grade crossings that span highways on which there is any considerable volume of traffic.
Safety gates are the only sure protection at these "death traps."
Baltimore county has been the scene of such tragedies on numerous occasion and it is high time railroad officials be brought to their senses.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
L,OGIE BONNETT, Editor and Manager.
JOHN T. DONOVAN, Superintendent Mechanical Dept.
SAT. DECEMBER 20, 1924.
DAYS OF OPPORTUNITIES.
One moment, please. It is great to have the Christmas spirit —to have money in your pocket, or a check booy that's as good as cash, and to be able to go into stores and buy Jim, Ruth and Paul everything they want.
What would Christmas be without toys, children and Christmas trees? Can you imagine in this great prosperous community of happy homes there might be some families without enough to eat or keep them warm on Christmas Day?
Suffering is always keener by contrast. For that reason the lot of the poor is worse on Christmas Day than on any other day in the year.
They may not be actually hungrier or colder, but the fact that everybody else is happy, that church bells are ringing, that everywhere there are parties, feasts and good times makes their own lot seem all the more desperate and hopeless.
But poverty is not the only trouble many families are facing. Ill health, accident, and desertion add their complications to each problem. There are mothers who are widows—fathers who are tubercular—others paralized beyond hope of recovery.
The days before Christmas are days of opportunities. They are times for thinking of others.
Yea, it is the time of helping
The Jeffersonian extends to all its readers and advertisers the season's greetings and hopes that all of them may have and enjoy the best that Christmas has to offer.
It should be of a complete reaction, when cares and responsibilities should be forgotten, and all reserve should be cast aside, and everybody, no matter what their age, enter fully into the spirit of the occasion.
Christmas is the day for the exchange of gifts, and thousands of these will be received by fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, sweethearts and friends.
We sincerely hope there'll be no disappointments, and that each may receive just what they want. We wish it were possible to single out all our friends and make a wish for each of them, but that being impossible, we will select a few and at the same time hope that all the rest will fare as well.
For Warden Sweezey, of the Maryland Penitentiary, we wish his mis-placed "Hart" may function again in the institution on Christmas Day.
For Equity Clerk R. Moore Jenifer, a great, big, beautiful '' doll''—alive and a kickin', with bobbed hair and all.
For Thomas F. Gray, "The Mayor" of Butler, a fortune in his grey rock quarry.
For "Fritz" Weimaster, linotype operator at The "Jeff" plant, a more comfortable chair at the Towson Engine House.
For Moses Kahn of Old Town, another big day in the slaughter ,of high prices.
For James P. Kelley, attorney, the greenest necktie that can be found.
For Fletcher. Gorsueh, a Stetson hat.
For the Towson National Bank, a clock that will run in all kinds of weather.
For State's Attorney H. C.
in memorial of a great gift.
Yuletide is the season when Jenifer, a well deserved rest at
Atlantic City or in Florida.
For Milton J. Dance, his Christmas dinner at home and restored health.
For Clerk of the Court Wm. P. Cole, the prettiest home on the Court House Square.
For Sheriff Caleb Burton, a real automobile.
special appeals are heard. There are before us calls that distinctly belong to these festive days.
If you wish to help make Christmas happy for those who id., there are opportuni-have to if your
For Treasurer ^homas C. Hunter, no delinquents during 1925.
For the Lutherville Improvement Association, gates and a watchman at that crossing.,
For Road Engineer Samuel A. Green, a day without a single complaints about roads.
For Harrison Rider, Robert C. Clarke and Wm. F. Coghlan, County Commissioners, a day of peace and festivity without an official care.
For W. Gill Smith, that pigeon house for Jim.
For C. Gus Grason, health, wealth and happiness and no knocks in his Hudson.
For County Surveyor "Bill" Whitney, a new dress suit and plug hat. j
For Carroll E. Stansbury, head of the Police Department, a plume for his new cap.
For Fire Chief Philip G. Pries-ter, no blazes on Christmas Day.
For Judge Walter W. Preston, another big day romping with the ducks at Hevre de Grace.
For Luke Pearson, "printers' devil" at The "Jeff" plant, an-
other copy of "Beautiful Kat-t-t-t-t-y."
For "Bill" Peach, Register of Wills, a bale of "chawing ter-baccer."
For Judge John T. Cockey, of the Orphans' Court, a six-legged 'coon dog.
For Superintendent of Education Clarence G. Cooper, a speedometer for his automobile.
For the Towson carol singers, a truck load of Allen's foot ease.
For Sherman L. Kurtz, a package of motsi.
For "Jake" Wilhelm, Court Bailiff, a bunch of "Merry Widows. '' i
For Urban Linzey, Court stenographer, a noiseless typewriter. For Warden Clinton O. Bosley, of the Towson Jail, a bigger soup pot,
For Wm. P. Cole, Jr., all that his heart desires.
For Henry Reckord, increased sales during 1925 for his rattling good cars.
Now we'll conclude, hoping that everyone in Towson and vicinity will go to "Held" for their bread and cakes.
SLEEPS SOUNDLY
After Bandits Strip Him Of
Valuables, Man Slumbers
On.
William La Salle, of Los Angeles, Cal., who said three bandits held him up on the Frederick road, with his wife and two children, slept in his small automobile which they had stored in a garage.
La Salle said he and his family-are without funds as the bandits took all the money they had. He said they were en route from Clarksburg, W. Va., to Albany, N. Y., where he expected to get work in a vaudeville theatre.
La Salle said he will try to earn money to continue his trip to Albany with his family by giving shows in and around the community. Ih that is not successful, he said, he will sell his automobile.
County police who are investigating the hold-up, said they have been unable to find any trace of the bandits. La Salle said after the men took his money they drove off in their automobile toward Fredrick. He said they were young men and unmasked.
CARGO AND OAR SEIZED
LEG BROKEN IN (CRASH
56 Quarts Of Alleged Rum Confiscated By Dry Agents On Washington Boulevard.
Accused of the possession and transportation of 56 quarts of alleged rum, Charles Adams of Washington, was arrested by prohibition agents on the Washington Boulevard.
Agents spotted Adams in an automobile at Gay and Pratt streets, Baltimore city, and pursued him. They say he was running the liquor* back to Washington for sale.
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THE FORGERY.
MEET PAT, GIRLS.
Rover Of Seas Asks County Police To Find Him Wife.
(Continued from Page 1) nor too slim, not too tall and not too short, not too old and not too young, and above all a good cook." At present Pat is residing at Sparrows Point, and with the specifications we do not envy Dr. Carswell's job in finding him a mate.
TOWSON M. E. CHURCH TO HAVE
SERVICE EARLY CHRISTMAS
MORNING.
Youth Is Injured When Auto
Crashes Into Culvert And
Turns Over.
William Wolfe, 24 years old, received a fractured leg when the steering gear of the automobile he was driving locked, causing the car to crash into a culvert on the Philadelphia road, turning over.
After being treated at St Joseph's Hospital he was removed to his home in Baltimore city.
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There is no holiday more replete with joyous associations than that of Yuletide.
The first Christmas we remember only as described in sacred story, and we visualize its influence through the spirit exemplified in the lives of our fellows.
The next Christmas we cannot recalf—we may have lain in trundle bed or cuddled in a mother's arms. Yea, that was a hallowed Christmas.
Then followed anniversaries teeming with visions of sleighs, Santa Claus, candy and toys, when the veriest romance of Yuletide was so real! We never forget those days.
But how mystically they merge into another epoch—with the diminishing vision of Santa we become aware of a better Christmas in the' conscious love and loyalty of others. And then—in years that follow, the Christmas season becomes richer and more beautiful. It has lost the confusion of toys and confections, but in all these years there has been growing a tree that is ever green—upon it a thousand glittering spangles—hallowed memories of those who played with us around our earliest Christmas trees, or shared the season's festivities in later years.
Refreshing are the recollections that flood upon us as a newer generation takes our place in the pleasures and happy illusions of Christmas.
Yea, Christmas is a day of cheer because we make it so. We bestow gifts upon those who are dear to us by ties of blood and friendship. We contribute to the happiness of children and turn kindly to the unfortunate. Each year sees a greater tendency to assist. Individuals, churches and fraternal organizations carry Christmas cheer to the destitute—to every hungry wayfarer and to every child of poverty that they may not regard the day, its symbols and promises, as things of empty significance. This is in accordance with the teachings of Christ for whom the day was named, and evidences the growth of spirituality throughout the world.
How little we know of how well off we are! How we magnify the trivial things of life!
How prone we are to forget the securities and liberties of American citizenship!
How hard it is to realize that the elements of true happiness lie within ourselves and not within what we possess.
But we are beginning to know, and the spirit of Christmas is an important element in our teaching. Right sentiments soon crystalize into actions. The phrase "Merry Christmas" upon all lips is an incentive to make it merry, hence the season becomes a time to forget strife and gloom and to seek peace and joy.
Is the old fashioned Christmas passing? If so, a better one is taking its place.
Modern arguments may have done away with the Yule log, but we still have the holly and the evergreen. They are but symbols. The j tender emotions in our hearts count for much more. We can blend our voices and attune our souls to full jubilee on this festive occasion, which commemorates the most important announcement of all time, that of the religion of peace and love.
Our hearts tell us there is no denying, so let's all be thankful for the radiance of Yuletide. Let us seek to carry it into our daily walks through life. My wish is that this occasion at least will help us to forget our tribulations and sorrows, our complaints and animosities, and that the day will be full of cheer and everything that Yuletide typifies. Yea, God bless us all. For The Jeffersonian Christmas means a dual celebration, for during the last week in December, 1911, the first issue of this paper left the press, wending its way into the homes of Baltimore county, hence with this issue it celebrates its fourteenth anniversary.
We have tried to give its readers a clean newspaper—one that would instruct, interest, and amuse each member of the family—a paper that would have positive views on all questions affecting the people and one that would be the medium of information of all transactions.
Just how well we have succeeded will be left entirely to our patrons. In the making of a newspaper one has the opportunity to view the many forces operating upon the character of humanity—both the good and the bad can be seen—the selfish and the unselfish; however, the bearer of good is far more active than the bearer of the bad. If The Jeffersonian has been able to assist in the right much has been due to the cooperation of its readers.
Concerned as we are with the doings, manifestations and thoughts of this community—recording them in their more important aspects for the information, perhaps the education of readers, we are brought into an intimate sense of the real spirit and meaning of Christmas. Would that we could express to you all the good that we can see in the hearts of men and the increased brilliancy behind the few shadows of the light which has upheld the world for so many centuries.
My greeting to you at this Yuletide is one of kindness in return for the good will you have displayed toward The Jeffersonian. My sincere wish is that you be filled with the fresh, clean joys of the season and receive a liberal endowment of that spirit which at this time rises like a mighty flood over the? universe.
LOGIE BONNETT.
Early service will be held at the Towson M. E. Church Christmas morning, a special musical program having been arranged for the occasion.
The Sunday School cantata "Down the Chimney With Santa Claus," will be given on Friday evening at 7.30.
The annual children's Christmas party will be held next Saturday afternoon at 2.30.
Dere teacher, pleze~excuse my son
For absents yesterday; I had to keep him hoam because
My servint went away. He washes dishes, swepes an' dusts
As expert as could be. We're all so proud of him at hoam,
He's sech a help to me.
"Say, mother," he sez yesterday,
Us kids all love Miss Drew; She's jist as nice as she kan be,
An' mighty pretty, too." An' when I made him stay at hoam
His face growed awful sad. "I can't see teacher, then," he sez;
"Alas! Ain't that too badd?"
My son writes all my notes for me,
He's writin' this to you; I hirt my hand a weke ago,
Er maybe it was two, But Willie's sech a darlin' boy,
He's helped me all he could. Excuse his absents, if you pleze.
Yours truly, Mrs. Wood.
SPECIAL SUNDAY SERVICES AT CALVARY BAPTIST CHURCH.
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At 10.30 A. M. the Sunday school of the Calvary Baptist Church of Towson will hold a "White Gifts for the King" service. The regular church services will be combined with the Sunday school exercises..
The feature of the evening service will be the Christmas cantata "The Adoration," by H. P. Levin.
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STEPHEN R. GREEN ORDAINED DEACON.
Stephen R. Green, son of Mrs. J. E. Green, of Towson, was ordained Deacon in the Episcopal Church at Holy Trinity Church, Baltimore city.
Before taking up religious work Mr. Green was connected with Hecht's Department Store as Credit Manager.
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COLONIAL INN CLOSED.
KEEP ON.
One step won't take us very far,
We've got to keep on walking,* One word won't tell folks who we are
We've got to keep on talking; One inch won't make us very tall,
We've got to keep on growing, One little deed won't do at all,
You've got to keep on doing.
AMUSEMENT.
Judge—For beating your wife I will fine you $1.10.
Prisoner—I don't object to the dollar, Judge, but what is the ten cents for?
Judge—That is the Federal tax on amusements.
The Colonial Hotel, Cockeysville, was closed by the owners on Thurs- |