Newspaper Archive of
Times
Mt. Pulaski , Illinois
Lyft
August 11, 1932     Times
PAGE 7     (7 of 8 available)        PREVIOUS     NEXT      Full Size Image
 
PAGE 7     (7 of 8 available)        PREVIOUS     NEXT      Full Size Image
August 11, 1932
 

Newspaper Archive of Times produced by SmallTownPapers, Inc.
Website © 2019. All content copyrighted. Copyright Information.     Terms Of Use.     Request Content Removal.




THB TIME&apos;NEWS. MT, PULAKL |LLO|S AUGUST 11, 1932 FIFTH AVENU Us go back, in an orderly way, the story of the Van Horns understood; the myths city are its "old families," back two or three or even Van Hcrn, great-grand- 'Of Gilbert, was a man of hard I:EUX ENB[QG Josephine. I'm thinking of having her i band nd wife did not speak. After on here. She's my nearest relative, so lail ,he had done then o accuse her far as I know," he added, looking out[own boy! of the window. When young Gilbert came into he "How old?" Judge Kelly was prac- tical. "About twelve." 'H'm, safe enough--for a few yea rs." Josephine arrived in New York, a rather tense room, his father gave him a look of pity. Mrs. Van Horn the Hallett for a moment subdued smiled at him wanly. He bent, and she kissed his forehead. Her cheeks flushed. That handsome boy. Her boy. sense and the son of no less little girl with a sash and very long Gilbert seeing something unustml, than Peter Van Horn, who I le who rolled a hoo. It was anoth- wondered what was up. gs " .... Gilbert," Brevoort tried to get from Holland as a young ier mile -tne in the life of Gilbert l an English colony, Van Horn. Aunt Wen, or Mrs. An-lthings moving. He was due down at traditions, to life at home. thony Wentworth, a decayed lady of] the club, at Twenty-first Street, a was a man of frugal ha- quality, to describe her in formula, l beastly drag, at four. "Your mother convie- accompanied Josephine and remained bus asked us here I have asked ygu, of strong religious drunk or sober, in fact a calculated to prosper in the York. His son, Van Winckle proved a true son of New Born in 1800, he married a and determined to found the fortune on the future of believed New York would grow northward, in spite from river to river. In of much contrary advice he land far to the north of Greenwich Village, and son of Van Wickle--the ran to only so--was an Horn, father of Gilbert. tree had its simple in the rocky soil of Man- the time we make the ac- of the last of the Van , as he was generally called, tVan Horn was forty years of hair was iron gray nd he have passed for a well- man of fifty. Van Horn was never mar- divorced. He never worfced, so far as the world seldom did anything to the social balance of the out- Having been born into a position, he agreed with and to  large extent life With him. Gilbert Van Horn a typical Van Bibber, utterly unknown to .fact, of fiction. ws genial. Women were to him; so general was this effect became negligible. He breeding and common sense lack of perception. The saved him from becoming loss. Had he wished he might money but the thought to him. The daughters dozen or so of the country's hardest-working pluto- have accepted him, one of course. e hard-working men might co- him. Gilbert Van like a heavyweight and reputation as an amateur] I must go a bit further with t }f this bachelor, prize fight] 'Qneral  'round fmvorite / tain of a beneficent pro- t looks out for gentlemen. gentleraan, as he understood highest ideal of, well, of He never got beyond like many of the great things, it was simply so, could question it, remain a getleman. His code, days it was the fashion to included a frank under- in advance. Whatever hopes were always doomed to dis- had no desire to make men- : frugal habits of his father family fortune fairly well It was not  colossal for- it Was ample, at least for a His funds had been plced this did much to make He was liberal, in a way, the feeling seized him, he generous, actual- himself for months on a turn for a friend, t saw to it that his l was confined entirely to I ire Van Horn still be- beneficence of his partie- He /yes growing slight- his bent for hard exer- and his hair tinged At forty doubt seized him, overtakes all men as they middle years when begins to be heard you done, with your and thirties ?" he done ? Nothing in fact, remember a lot of great he was fond of recalling with that wit, Judge friend of his father and orphan Gilbert Van Kelly, a politician, not Tummy Hall, a power smoothed over in the mental he said one day as they library smoking and talk- connection - of mine in Kentucky, a Lambert; lie leaves a daughter in the Van Horn home. There was no question about her renraining, and Gilbert, when he came to consider the matter, was glad enough to have her there. Certainly many matters must arise in the life of a young girl re- quiring the instruction of a gentle- woman. This profound thought came to him quite as  shock. He liked to have Josephine around, liked to have her climb on his knee and make much of him. It was the first bit of honest affection Gilbert Van Horn had ever known. Having done with the Van Horn myth let us step back for a few years and review the incident that has been lightly touched upon; the incident of the river and of the boy, born, to the rmme of Breen, on the river, but ac- tually begotten by Van Horn. It was in the summer of 1883 that the great internal and hushed-uP scan dal of the Hallett-Vn Horn house- hold had its beginning at the country place in Astoria, m thatfine mas:=n -vorlooking Hell Gate jlmeyt,  ....  . -. -'--:^ year t college, following nm jura,,- , was being sheltered from the vile con- te.cts of the city and the haunts of Brevoort Van Horn. He was studious, but not so much of books as of na- ture. Mrs. Ha llett'Van Horn's maid, a comely, lively girl named Harriet, the most satisfactory handmaiden Mrs. Van Horn had ever enjoyed, stumbled upon Gilbert, t ease in his mother's boudoir, reading Nick Car- ter. Mrs. Van Horn was in the city shopping. The fact that the maid had stepped from a luxurious hath may have added somewhat to tl astonish- ment of the young man. For the first time he was aware of the fact that female proportions were actual. Very early the next year a condi- tion of extraordinary difficulty be- came manifest. Harriet, to be quite plain, was in a family way, a decided- ly annoying situation in view of the fact that she alone seemed able to do Mrs. Hallett-Van Horn's hair as it should be done. At once suspicion hovered about the house. Harriet would not confess the name of the culprit. Harriet sup- nosed, if the truth were knoWn, that sle would be imprisoned for life. Then the eager flicker of suspclcn hovered about the house. It rested, in turn, on every male. Even Jules, the a e, was under suspicion: ....... P g. ma'am, it was no ram. ___ "'Y' *;.lv Absolved them, ou Harrmt p" ..... " -=  ---,-- iuisi by one, in the daily, noux --- " tion. 'Dhe butler, old Simmons? Lord, no ma'am. Not him, oh, .no, no." Could it be an imitate concep- tion? Mrs. Itallett-Van Horn almost wished her iaith was st.ron.g enou.gh bel00ve it, but no, a sort might happen to her, nu Hw w that girl. A month of utter torture followed. The situation became worse. Her hus- band Brevoort Van Horn, must be guilty Fatty - He simply must. The storming between Lida and Brevort grew so intense that even the servants were wrough up. Mrs. iIallett-Van Horn became hysterical, to the point of speaking before Sim- mons. Mr. Van -Beggin' your pardon, Horn, Simmons lingered outside the door as Brevort left his wife' apart- ment: "May I speak sir?' 'By all mens, Simmons. Who in did it ?" h00.!i hope you vml my sumption, sir." ,,Simmons, spill it. Was it te par- son, or who?" 'It was Mr. Gilbert, sir," , .- ,,, Brevoort stood some- , Gilbert. wha dzed- 'Great Jupiter her so thought. ,'Well I'll be damned!' And mine," he added, as a after- The bringing down of Gffbert from ,coLlege he was coming anyway for even{. He the midyear recess, was an had not forgotten the incidents of the preceding fall. In fact he had a rather lively idea of a renewal of the ,ffair; Gilbert, also, was a simple fellow. "Your mother wishes to see you, at once, Mr. Gilbert." The meeting was in the library. Brevoort stood before the fireptse shifting from one foot to another. His spats gav*e him the curious &P" pearance of a man who is standing in a puddle of glue. Mrs. Lids Hallett-Van Horn reflin- ed in a large custioned chair, her back to the windows. She vtas fully and somewhat formally dressed. AWh&t are you doing?" he',v! c f b,:*!-: Pwe h,m over her "Having a whiskey .our; :'d 9or. li-, else'/" Gilbert, 1 mean we, that is your mo- ther and me." "Not me," Lida Hallett interposed, her voice sharp. 'Not me, Mr. Van Horn; you, and, Simmons." She bow- ed into her hands;  handkerchief dabbed at her glistening eyes. "Well, the fact is" Brevoort was somewhat at a loss 'Let us send for her." He looked pleadingly at his wife. Of course. It was a brilliant idea. "Ring for Simmons." 'Simmons,' Mrs. Van Horn spoke with icy coolness, "have Harriet come up at once." The matter would soon be settled. They stood for some minutes, eter- nities, father, mother, son. Gilberk his eyes on the fire, began to do some thinking on his own account. Had the girt told, of of--. He had not look- ed at it in that light, as any harm to his parents, you know. "Harriet can't be found, ma'am," Simmons reported 'She left the homm, ma'am, cook says, this noon. She's took her own things. She has appar- ently left, ma'am." "Mother 'Gilbert, awkward, vervoos, askecL 'What, what about Harriet ?" "Son, oh, how can I say it. The awful lies, the horror of it." She cov- ered her fce, her head bent down; sobs shook her shoulders. Her deli- cate white hands trembled, her rin flashing in the firelight. "I simply can't say it. Deny everything Gil- bert. Tell them they lie." "Son," Brevoert's quick eyes caught the leek of consternation, of realiza- tion, in the boy's aec. Again he had an uncomfortable feeling that this thing, if told at the club, would meet with roars of mirth. "Mother's maid, Iarriet, is about to, that is, to be- come t moher. We, that is 1  Not be, Gilbert, not me," she sob- bed and trembled. We belie'e you are respov.sible for her condition. Is this so?" Gilbert hung his head for a time, then he looked straight at his father, past his mother who suddenly faced him, her eyes bright and eager for the glad denial, ready, willing, aax- ious to hear him 4ing back the vile insinuation, fling it back like a tialiett. "1 suppose I am to blame. I --" A cry from the chair. -Mrs. Lida liallett-Vn Horn had fainted. There in the library, surrounded by books as unknown as life, books filled wth the stuff of dams ad crimes and love, these people enacted  scane 'the young man was the least to blame. Mrs. Hallett-Van Horn refused to ee her son. He went back to his studies nsrveling at the curious rick life had played. How was he to knew that things could be so sorlou ? Harriet had left with a man, her iather or brother. Simmons did not know. They walked down oward Park avenue, and beyond, to the river, and the Cavalier. Tom Breen was glad to get her at any price. As Gilbert left home his father gripped him by the hand. "Well, Gil- bert, you are aVm Horn, not a .Il- lett, thank God. The girl may snow --in. I suppose she knows how up age  ,, r to take care of herself. The we ds, then as now, held a familiar ring. "But, let this be a lesson to you." At the club, Brevoo, in the ut nost canfidence, Imuring out a liberal high-hall of Sherwood, tossed it off and told the whole story to Marvin Kelly, a gentleman who mingled poli- tics with law. 'I recall the girl, Mar- vin, a handsome wench, a figure, if you follow me, and t way with her. Think of leaving my boy closeted with hat." He's a Van Horn, all right. Well here's luck to 'em both.' How!" and the men tossed off their Te affair never got outside of the ,Vn Horn home. Servants in those days, were loyal; it was still in a time when servar/ talked, but not for publication. Gilbert Van Hrn, in the fall of 1900, at in the window of his Fifth Avenue club. Marvin Kelly, Judge of the State Supreme Court man abot town. gray genial, came in as the long afternoon shaded into night. "Gilbert, old boy," Marvin Kelly drew off his gloves and tossed his cane and hat on a vacant chair. "I'm having a bit of fun tonight, on the Bowery, down at McM anus" place. what "Alrigb Dine with me t Martin's, and then for the mixed-ale scrapper Malone has a string of terriers, he's trying out a couple of heavies.' "All right, Judge--Ah, Josephine, I want to ell you about her." 'Yes.' "Well, you know, I'm rather lucky about that. Getting to eel like a family man, home, you know, laugh- ter, and a bit of resrmnsibility. She's entered at the Misses Filters. Sort of has the crowd guessing. Gad, I met her theother day, out walking with a class. Really, I fett as if I was re. sporible for the .ole lot of them. A female gave me  ,cold stare when I ,bwed to my ward. G41bert, all you need is a , hint, and, ,youql be a family man yet.' I m thinking seriously of getting an automobile." They talked idly. "Looked at a Panhard the other dy, child of seven, was killed on 51st Street last April by one of the new vehicles. There'll be dozens killed ev- ery year before we know it. Don't take any chances, Gilbert-" "Depend on me being careful, Judge---here's looking at you!" For a wile Obey continued to look out on Fifth Avenue. "Come, Gilbert, let's walk up to Martin's.' "I feel like a good scrap tonight." Van Horn stood and flexed his arms. 'Wouldn't mind mixing in it myself. Judge, you're a life saver.' The two friends stroUed up the ave- nue in the dusk. For a block or so each way, groups of loiters, nd the curious, talked of the fights. The crowd gradually thick- ened before the doors of the club. appear; the McManns came; then followed the district chief. It was more the attraction of he club than any special fame of the contenders that drew these men. Pug Malone, the trainer, generally rut up a show. Boys and men looked on, with the perpetual interest of expectation. Gilbert Van Horn and Judge Kelly, wearing silk opera hats, and with rakish cloaks over their evening dress, stepped from a red wheeled hansom. '[ey had dresed the vart, a lt of convention in the old city, for the Bowery, and the bums, expected it of the quality. As they alighted Sol Bernfeld, holding John by the arm, passed the door of the club md entered the fight er's dressing room. It was crowded and a maze of talk and smoke greet- ed John. John had learned that he need only fight one opponent at a time, and he knew that leather gloves were far less damaging than brass knuckles. His point of view was typi- cal of his exrerience. Generally he get five dollars for a fight, not an in- considerable amcunt, and here he might earn fifteen. "But you got to win. Remember it, John, you got to win to cop te big money." John and Sol were being pushed along a rmrrow aisle to the ringside as Gilbert and the Judge took their seats, chatting with the McManus. Blue smoke lifted in the air, dri'ting in fiat veils like unsteady saucers of mist. A hum of talk rose between the seras. It was a male audience; it was a time of hard heroic fighting. A hush fell over the hall a the announcer appeared. John had zlimbed into the ring, and a million fierce little eyes, terribly close to- gether, in pairs, seemed to be boring at him fr:m all sides of an endless void. Immediately about him. under streaming light, was stary reality. 'l'he next bout, gentleman, an' 1 hope it will be a bout,"--there was a sight uause filled with boos and jeers ' d "is between---an the stout man under the floodlight in the center of the ring brought a piece of paper closer to his eyes---"is between Ras- per Jorgan," beved his hand to- ward a corner of the square circle-- a dark-skinned muscular yuth rose to the introduction, grinning at the crowd, "known as the 'Polack Won- der,' and" his other hand pointed ac- cusingly at John Broen--"and Fight- mg Lipvitch!" The fighters ad their bandages ex- amined. The gldvea were adjusted. The stools were pulled from the corn- ers. All but the referee left the ring. The fighters slvook hands. The gong sounded. They were off, shuffling a- bove the resined canvas. The cold white light pelted down on them. "ler bodies glistened, like animated s?ecimens on some monster operatin table. The calls of the crowd rose more violent than ever. The Polack onffer was picked to win. Crie of "Kill the white-washed kyke! Knock his block off! Bust him up! Mix'er! Kill him!" interspersed with oaths, greeted the senses of John, reefing backward from a hard blow an the nose. The warm salty blood trickling over his lips, sucking into h mouth, filled him with an ungovernable rage. Dancing before his narrowed eyes he saw te thing he was after, a cruel fighter who, in those red moments, epitomized the enmity of man. During the first minute of the round, as the fighters, hy their ac- tions, revealed a lack of science, many of the audience turned their backs to the ring, preferring to dis- cuss matters of greater interest while awaiting the main event of the even- ing, a much touted bout bween third rate heavies. But, as the Rasper drew bleed, and the fighting kyke she'ed spunk, the fans, alert on the instant, back to the ring. The tiered seat and the gallery bent over, glued to their chair sd tmehos. The mephitic air, heavy with stle tbaeco and foul .. ADS. @ LASSIFIED AD RATES: 5c a line with a minimum charge of 25c. Fi- gure 6 words to the line. For Sale--Green gage and yellow I My client, a large Chicago Piano plums for sale. Call 58 White. ] Manufacturer, has recently been fore- _ ] ed to take back several pianos in this FOR SALE--Howard mid, Pi, J general vicinity. They include a Baby ............... | G and, a bungalow style Upright ad --uxe new, witn vencn, i.. I a fine Player Piano, and at pre-nt Hanger Bros,  are being stored in a nearby city. just brought over. The foreign mak- LAWN MOWER Machine sharpen- era are years ahead of us in that." ed and guaranteed, $1. Have one new "It's a dangerous thing." Judge ball bearing hwn mower for sale at Kelly had ordered his drink and was considering it. "Joseph Muldoon, u $4. Let me mow and care for your lawn. F. Ovet2on, located at W. E. Holmes & SOn Carage, Mt. Pulaski, Illinois. with the fun:es of whisyek breath, vibrated under the imvact of tight fighting gi)ves pummeling han flesh. The Rasper landed 4gain and again, then John, seeing an opening, drove his hard right to the chin and laid bare the lower teeth of the Polack. Dark blood oozed from the cut lip in a sluggish stream. A quick left to he jaw, partly blcked by the Ra per, sattered blood over both fight- e; the gong sounded the end of the round. Cheers rose from the ringside, cat calls and bos mingled with the din. The stamping of feet and the dust and smoke that lifted above the crowd ttestd their approval. 2"hey were getting blood and action for their money. St<ols were shoved into the ring and the Ras-er was rushed to his corner. A towel toser, gulping lare mouthfuls of water from a bottle, sprayed the contents over the face and b0dy of his man, while two otherg massaged his arms and legs, and advisers from the Greenpoint seetian whispered tructions for the contin- uation of the battle. Bets were being laid on their man, and partisan fans shouted encouragement. "Ya got him, Rasp. Kill ,ira in the next! He's white --he is! Plug his wind! Look out for his right! He's a nut--crash him!" , Fighting Lpitch also had his ad- herents. Men yelled and howled as he went to his corner where Manager Sol, and a boy, worked over him in clumsy fashion. Sol Bernfeld had fail- ed to provide his man with proper handlers. John wiped his nose wih a towel and gulped from a bottle of water. Then he sat back on his stool, his arms reting on the lower ropes of the ring. He was wRhout the arti- ficial aid for quick rect.eration ac- corded his oplmnent. An angry mur- mur arose from the excited crowd, ,brought to a close by the ringing of the gong for he seeomt round. The expm4eneed Rasper ducked and dodged in a waiting game to wind and tire his opponent. Hoots and howts of rage greeted these unpopu- lar nmneuvers. "The Polack's tallin" some one shouted and an empty flask whirled at him, missed, and crashed into the spectators in the opposite ringside seats. A great cheer for John swept through the crowd as hs right fist again smashed agaimt the jaw of the dodging Rasper with the hard sharp thud cf a perfect blow, rocking his man, for an instant, a- galn.t the rotes. John responded to the change of sentiment with a burst of speed:, landing right and left a- gainst the body in quick succession and jum:Ang clear cf a furious coun- ter blow. Purple blotches rose under the impact of his fists. Then, after a running minute, a short hook to the wind ended the round. The Rasper t staggered to his corner, a look of[ doubt crossing his battered face.[ John fell onto his stool, his nose a- gain bleedin, a thick trickle of gore t smearing down his throat and over / his neavy chest. At a whistle from ! the trainer two boys from the Sam- son Club elbowed Sol and his asis- tent out of the corner, stripped off heir coats and began rubbing and blowing water under direction of Pug Malone. A third man swung a towel alternately from hs shoulders, fanning air into John's face. They rubbed and kneaded his legs, for fighters ire there irst. "Flay his wind," was the advise of Malone, "don't stop--mind yur guard,' and the third round was called wRh the sudden clangt of the gong. "Some is ntural flgnters, same as some is swiers," Pug Malone was epounding his views in the dreing om of the Samson Sporting Club, alter the fight. "They just m,turally know how to fight, to put steam in- to a punch, an' kick, when it lands. Why dammit, ninety-nine fighters out of a hundred hit like windmrlls. ]Now, that kid--:Breen's his name, not Lipohitz, he's no kFke-hat kid's a born natml fighter.' The Jorgan-Ldpviteh fight, ending by a clean knockout in he middle of the sixth round, after a mill filled with fight from start to the count of ten, completely overshadowed the main event, in which the mixed-4tle dgilists, "Red Herring" Hennessy and Jeff Keegan, floundered around n clumsy buffeting while the crowd Iwindled in disgust. (Continued Next Week) In the 1928 Olympic Games held at .m.terdam the United States was :irst---unofltcially--with 131 poinL% Finland was eeond with 62 points, .nd Germany third with 59. These instruments are modern, only slightly used with a large portion of the urchase nriee already paid. A signed guarantee protects the puro chaser. I am authorized to transfer these pianos to responsible parties willing to ay out balance on easy monthly oayments. For full particu- lars address Attorney, P. O. Box 195, Chicago, Illinois. ADMINISTRATOR'S NOTICE Estate of Martha J. Wood, De- dcased. The undersigned, having been appointed Administrator of the Estate of Martha J. Wood, Deceased, hereby gives notice that he will wp- Fear before the County Court of Lo- gan County, Illinois, at the Court House in Lincoln, at the r A. D. 1932 Probate Term, on the first Monday of October next, at which time all persons }raving claim against said Estate are notified and req to attend for the purvose of keying the same adjusted. All persons in debted to said Estate are requested to make immediate payment to the undersigueL Dated this 2nd day of August A. D. 1932. Charles H. Wood, Administrator. Gee. J. Smith, Attorney. Aug, 4-11-18 I FRI.-SAT. AUG. 12-13 WHO'S WHAT? They're fighting again--or y, and they're funnier than ever in the picture that sweeps you to the heart of movieland, hits its hot and high spots, and smacks out the greatest bunch of laughs that ever filled a theatre. SEE Cohcns AND KeUys IN Hollywood WRh GEORGE SIDNEY, CHARLIE MURRAY, SUNE CLYDE, NORMAN FOSTER. LAFF at the comedy riot of the year. Ao "RED SHADOW" ADM. 10 and 25e SUN.-MON. AUG. 14-15 SWEETHEARTS ARE TORN APART BY IT! MOTHERS GUARD THEIR SONS FROM IT.* FATHERS WARN THEIR DAUGHTERS AGAINST rrI It touches you and you and you! So great its theme, so mighty its romance, it is twice the length of the usual picture! Something to say---and sys it with thrills.* "The Wet Parade" with this great cast DOROTHY JORDAN, ROBERT YOUNG. LEWIS STONE. WALTER HUSTON, NEIL HAMILTON. WALLACE FORD. MYRNA LOY, JOHN MILJAN AND JIMMY DUR- ANTE at his funniestI M. G. M. COMEDY : "NICKLE NU RSER" ADM. 10 and 25c