Choctaw Plaindealer from Ackerman, Mississippi • 2

THE CHOCTAW PLAINDEALER THE DEMOCRATIC CONVENTION A Birds Eye View IROCEIR EES velt. Later, more casualties, wrinkled clothing, heavy eyes. An Indian war-whoop, half-hearted applause. Dawn, ham sandwiches and vile coffee. Some indignant delegate demanding that his degelation be polled.

Empty galleries. Adjournment at last. A sleepy worn out crowd filing slowly out. "Well, let's have supper and get to bed. Righto." -Much more oratory unbearable heat parades--McAdoo trying to speak unruly galleries boo-ooo! Mayor Cermak, "I appeal -to you.

please let the speaker continue." boo-oo! McAdoo: "We'll remember this when we select another Convention city." Silence. California For BEGINNING GROUND COFFEE and it's good per pound PURE LARD guaranteed pure, only. VINEGAR for pickling per gallon WORK PANTS good and strong, per pair BLUE WORK SHIRTS a bargain at SISTER SUE FLOUR as good as the best only Give me a trial at what Groceries, Feed, Notions, and YOUR TRADE W. M. BLACK Weir, Mississippi Abu mi immcinnieinitt Week July 15th.

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Ambulance service can also be had at reasonable prices. 'South ere H. C. SEA WRIGHT, Editor. Entered at the Postoffice at Ack-erman, Mississippi, as Second-Class Matter.

FRIDAY, JULY 15, 1932. ANNOUNCEMENTS The Plaindealer is authorized to announce, the following as candidates for Congress from the fourth district, subject to the action of the Democratic Primary elections to be held in August: HON. JEFF BUSBY Chickasaw County HON. JOHN F. ALLEN Attala County.

FOR HIGHWAY COMMISSIONER Northern District F. L. (Abe) LINKER MUNICIPAL ANNOUNCEMENTS (Election Aug. 16 and 23.) FOR MAYOR D. H.

QUINN FOR CITY MARSHAL S. M. DOBBS J. P. McLEAN G.

M. (RED) DRAPER FOR NIGHT MARSHAL C. M. (CHIEF) MILLER J. WILSON LONG J.

L. LAUDERDALE W. MACK BRUCE GO TO WORK-DO SOMETHING! There are lots of people sitting around every town and out in the rural sections, as well waiting for something to happen! They believe the present depression is going to lift like a fog before the sun-set and all will be prosperity. Better get that idea out of your mind right now. The present economic conditions are word-wide in their scope and the quicker a person makes up his mind to get "acclimated" or re-adjusted to present conditions the better they ana this country will be.

No need to wait for that "something to happen." Things now do not "just You must start something yourself if you expect any benefits and that something is WORK. No need to wait for relief from the state or national government they are having hard sledding themselves. We are facing a new era and sooner we get that into our systems the better we will be. This paper does not have any faith in the belief that this country will get back to normal conditions by the government handing out free flour, overalls and slab meat to its citizenship. What we need is for the people to keep their minds and bodies busy and get "hard times" out of their system.

The only salvation for the people of this country is work, work, WORK quit thinking about getting "free eats" from the government and as surely as day follows the night better times will come and not before! A HUNDRED-YEAR-OLD MASONIC APRON The Plaindealer had a pleasant call Monday morning from its good friend Mr. J. T. Moss who resides a few miles south of Ackerman. He brought along for dur inspection a Masonic Apron and Sash which has stood the ravages of time for almost 100 years.

They are both in a good state of preservation. They belonged to Mrs. Moss' father, Mr. A Blackwood and were made for him by his wife, Mrs. Nancy Bennett Blackwood, in 1832, the year they were married.

The Apron and Sash are of silk and were hand worked and painted and a work of art, containing the emblems, of the Masonic organization. Mr. Blackwood, for whom this apron was made, was born in 1795 in South Carolina and was reared in Pickens county, and died in Choctaw in 1874. He was in the war of 1812 and was probably the only person in this section who drew a pension for service in that war. Eight- children were born to he and his wife and only one survives, Mrs.

Moss; they had one son, Richard, killed in the Civil war at Murphreesboro, in 1862. Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood resided in the Grange Halt community, west of Ackerman, for many years. THE NEGRO'S PRAYER A agent who has been working over in Alabama for sometime says he was walking by a tiegio church a few Sundays ago and heard the following prayer: "Oh, Lawd! Give me dis mawn-ing de eyes of de eagle and de wisdom of de owl.

Connect my soul wid de gospel telephone in de central skies! 'Luminate my brow wid de blessed sunshine of heben. 'Lec-trify my brain wid de lightnin' of dy Word. Pizen my mind wid de love of de people. Put 'petual motion in me.thoo and thoo. Turpentine my 'magination.

Grease my lips wid possum oil. Fill me plum full of de dynamite of dy glory. Anoint me all oveh wid de kerosene 'of dy salvation! Set me fire wid dc torch of magnanimous love and send me out in dis worl' to do my nachul bawn duty." The Weather Man for the past week has been doing its best to give satisfaction but he has not made a very great success from the amount of complaining we have heard Xrom some of our people. Senator Leslie E. Mabus, of Ackerman, was a delegate to the National Convention at Chicago and here is a pen-picture in short sentences of what took place: A trip to the Convention Hall out from the heart of the City, thru blocks of buildings housing every conceivable form of trade activity, under darkened elevated railways, over Chicago River, along surface car lines over which bang and rattle creeping street cars, along streets that swarm with a horde of yellow taxicabs and double deck busses along the sinews of Chicago's transportation system.

A maddening scramble thru masses of perspiring, hurrying, bumping, laughing, fussing humanity to great doors lorded over by policemen who eternally tell you that your gate is the next one ahead. Finally thru outer barriers, clinging to a little scrap of cardboard that smoothed the rufflel countenance of a growling gatekeeper, who had just said, "Lady, I'm sorry, you must have a delegate's ticket to get thru this gate." "But I am a delegate," almost hysterically howled a wee bit of pretty tho angry feminity. "I'll see about this, and you'll hear from me," indignantly she shouted and stamped away into the curious crowd. Inside of the great outer walls here every imaginable hawker, selling ornate programs, cones, badges, trinkets and what-not, a very babel of shouting peddlers all on us at once. A little more pushing, a little giving one's way to the slowly moving tide, and by and by into the great hall itself.

Here a mammoth inclosure a great open floor space, acres of it about which arise on all sides, three balconies lined with red chairs which already are rapidly filling with noisy people. Over the great floor space, markers designating section for state delegations stand. We pause a moment and spy our Mississippi marker on the extreme right, just across from Hawaii and right behind South Carolina. We push our way down narrow aisles and finally come to our section. We take seats after having "howdied" with other members of the delegation, and begin to watch the crowd.

We look behind us and see Mrs. Woodrow Wilson, becomingly dressed and very dignified. A little farther back are Gov. Roosevelt's son and daughter, Glenn Frank of the University of Wisconsin, Gene Tunney, Mrs. McCormick, Ethel Longworth, and various other celebrated personalities.

Already the speakers' stand is beginning to fill, and listen, the organ begins to boom in deafening tones, "Maryland, My Oh, it's Ritchey! There he comes. Isn't he handsome. Such dignity. See how his white hair becomes him. And hear the din of applause that greets him.

Another familiar tune "The Sidewalks of New Al a name that brings the galleries to a frenzy of welcoming applause. How long it lasts! Al, with a big cigar in his mouth, waves his hands at the multitude and seems' to have expected this welcome anyway. And please tell me who the rather distinguished looking gentleman with the queerly curled hair is. See the one talking to Sen. Walsh.

"Oh, that's Huey Long." And there's Gov. Alfalfa Bill Murray and Jouett Shouse, and Mrs. Ross, and Sen. Barkley, and Sen. Reed, and Senators so and so, indefinitely.

There's Raskob, too see his pointed chin! Someone is calling the Convention to order let's be quiet. It's just an hour late already. Gee, the sun is hot in here no, not sun-I light, it's the light from the battery oi spouignts. Ana see me pnotog-raphers! As Will Rogers says, Every delegate must have his own private photographer along with him!" Their light explosions are making momentary flashes all over the building. The great Convention is under way.

Evangeline Boothe with red hair and a sultry looking Salvation Army uniform stands for long minutes pleading with an unseen power for guidance. Her prayer hardly stops the din of conversation that goes on within the hall, and photographers pay little attention to it as they shoot their subjects. Now Raskob makes his report. No mean speaker, he. And various others they must report, must tell how the vast machine has been functioning since the last Convention.

Barkley is up now. He is the keynoter. There is a din of applause, and, my! I don't see how he can endure the brilliant flashes with which the photographers bombard him. The Republican Party? Yes, the nefarious schemers wolves in lambs skins upon their callous shoulders are heaped the causes of all the world's ills. Barkley continues a large striking man with forceful delivery.

"Repeal of the 18th Amendment!" Bedlam breaks loose. The crowd is rising. Bands begin to play, and the deep -throated organ booms out "How Dry I A parade is begun amidst a tumult of shouting. State markers get in line. Each marker jtries to get a little higher than the other.

The parade squirms its noisy way around the floor Markers jog up and down while hysterical people give themselves away to uproarious applause. Wait! Mississippi's marker is being moved. What? Mississippi in a wet parade -never! Who takes the marker? Who? Many. Yet it does not go. Why? Oh, Governor Mike Conner holds it fast.

A scuffle. The marker is removed from its holder. It falls away from the aisle. Some delegate jerks the card from the staff and hides it. The excitement subsides, red sweaty faces regain their composure.

Good nolitics. I say. But Mississippi is dry; so why snouid the banner parade? Of course. And I see North Carolina's banner jaw-: 7 am CONGRESSMAN JEFF BUSBY A VISITOR Hon. Jeff Busby, the popular Congressman from this, the Fourth District, was a distinguished visitor to Ackerman last Tuesday afternoon and spent several hours here renewing old acquaintances and making new friends.

He is looking well and enjoying fine health and in splendid spirits with regard to his re-election. His only hopes for much relief from present conditions lies in the election of Gov. Franklin D. Roosevelt as President and a majority vote of Democrats in the House and Senate and is very hopeful of this in the coming elections this fall. Mr.

Busby expects Congress at adjourn at almost any time now and he will be engaged in going over the district until the election on August 23rd in the interest of his campaign. likewise in the midst of a free-for-all scuffle. But as the battle ends, the banner is still there. Let's look again at the and, oh, nearly all the states. Fat men, lean men, old women, young women.

It's a gay show. But what's the flimsy piece of paper which that dark, swarthy man carries. Let's see. Ah, MISSISSIPPI in scrawly letters. Queer, isn't it? An hour is consumed in this noisy demonstration.

Barkeley continues. A good speech a full and complete indictment of the Republican party. Enough speaking for one day. Until to-morrow at noon. Another mad scramble.

A lively scrap to keep from buying the latest news of the Convention. A taxi slight relaxation a sea of cabs. The loop again, and the hotel. It was a great session. But ain't them Republicans rascals? Night speakeasy beer whiskey and soda swaying delegates.

"We want beer." Hurrah for Al Smith." "To Hell with Al Smith." "We want a drink." A delegate wearing a familiar badge a street intersection "Right this way Go ahead No, wait now, all of you go ahead. Say, I ain't drunk. Whoop-eee! Say, I'm your friend, see, here's my card. Come on, let's have a drink. Oh, come on!" An understanding cop leading a wobbly -delegate back to the hotel.

Caucus. Pat, our amiable Pat, giving us something of the inside of the Convention. John Rankin: "You know it was the sense of the Jackson Convention." Guice: "You may not like but you've got to hear what I'm gonna say." Greenville, "Wearin' cotton; vothV wet." But the roll is called on the wet plank. Let's see, not even close. Mississippi is dry.

Never any doubt. Other long sessions. Much oratory. Much perspiration and yelling. The magic of the name of Al Smith and the anathema at the mention of the 18th Amendment.

The dignified carriage and demeanor of Senator Walsn, the ease and confident bearing of Senator Pat Harrison, the sincere interest of Senator Stephens. Other demonstrations, other parades. Byrd is nominated cheering, blaring music, two white pigeons freed from a wicker basket, circling bewildered thru the great hall, blinded by dazzling lights, flying until their strength is spent, greedily grabbed by spectators in the last gallery and gone. Al Smith a perfect nominating speech by Gov Ely of a great demonstration. See his likeness jogging along slowly yet merrily around the aisles; a negro in the parade.

South Carolina to Mississippi: "See that? Is he yours?" "Hell, no." Roosevelt "nominated: another parade. "We want Roosevelt." Pictures, pictures, gaudy colored banners; "Wisconsin for Roosevelt." A young woman from Georgia wildly waving her arms and yelling, her back wet with perspiration, her hair damp and strmgy: "We want Roosevelt." Will Rogers, Amos 'n' Andy, Gene Tunney, Jimmy Walker, Gov. Russell, and many other celebrities: "Please rise and let the crowd see you." Texas for Garner the Old Gray Mare Band all dolled out in blue. Queer. Virginia for Byrd.

Parade a negro, no, no delegate just totin' the drum! Nominating, seconding speeches, drone of conversation, spontaniety of the crowd dying, ugly threats to force votes. Stay, stay. Wee small hours of the morning, tired delegates, erimv. and shlnpv fappd sleepy eyed, A great bulging form just ahead, snoring open mouthed. Mississippi, twenty votes for Roose A Undertaking Association has changed to Roosevelt.

So has) Texas, its over now. Jim Keea. speaks. Fine speech but little at-! tention. A telegram from the Governor.

He'll be before the Convention tomorrow. Grateful Democratic success inevitable. Another great jamb back to the hotel, and It was a g-r-e-a-t Convention! THANK YOU, BROTHER HARRIS The Choctaw Plaindealer, published in the neighboring town of Ackerman, has entered upon its forty-seventh year, and Editor H. C. Seawright faces the future with confidence and a spirit of optimism which should make many of the publishers of larger newspapers ashamed of themselves.

The Plain-dealer is one of the State's best weeklies, and an institution of which the good people of Ackerman and Choctaw county have a right to feel proud. West Point Daily Times-Herald. PUBLIC NOTICE To the Public and to the Taxpayers of Choctaw County, Mississippi: You are. hereby notified that the personal assessment rolls of the above named county, for the year 1932, and the real property assessment roll of the above named county for the years 1932 and 1933, have been equalized according to law, and that said rolls are ready for inspection and examination, and that any objections to said rolls, or any assessment therein contained, shall be made in writing and filed with the clerk of of Supervisors of said county, on or before the first Monday of August, 1932, at her office in the Courthouse of said county, and that all assessments to which no objections are then and there made, will be finally approved by said Board of Supervisors, and that all assessments to which objections are lade, and which may be corrected and properly determined by said Board, will be made final by said Board of Supervisors, and that said rolls and the assessments contained therein will be approved by said Board of Supervisors; and that, 1 This Board will be in session, for the purpose of hearing objections to the said assessments which may be filed, at the court house in the town of Ackerman, said county and state on the 1 day of August, 1932, and, 2. This Board of Supervisors will remain in session from day day until all objections, lawfully filed, shall have been disposed of and all proper corrections made in tlje said roll.

Witness the signature and seal of said Board of Supervisors this the 13 day of July, 1932. THE BOARD OF SUPERVISORS OF CHOCTAW COUNTY By R. -H. CURTIS, President, ADDIE M. BUCK, Clerk.

Ordered and adjudged this July 13 1932. R. H. CURTIS, President. CLERK'S CERTIFICATE Addie M.

Buck, Clerk of the Board of Supervisors of Choctaw County, State of Mississippi, do hereby certify that the foregoing is a true and correct transcript of an order of said Board of Supervisors passed on the 13 day of July. 1932, as the same appears on Page 492 of Minute Book 7 of said Board, now on file in the office of said Clerk in the town of Ackerman, in said County. Witness my hand and official seal, this the 13 day of July, 1932. ADDIE M. BUCK, Clerk of the Board of Supervisors of said County.

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