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“Miracle on a Bridge"
By FLOYD GIBBONS
N OW it’s a well known fact, boys and girls, that adventurers
have adventures, but why is it nobody ever gives a thought
to adventurers’ wives? They have adventures too—particularly
if they travel around with their husbands like Grace Stanley of
Fairview, N. J.
Mrs. Stanley is the wife of the late Col. King Stanley, a traveler
and adventurer of long standing. During the four years that she trav
eled with him, she says she had enough adventure to fill an encyclopedia.
But the one that gave her the biggest thrill—and also the worst fright-
happened down in the wild and woolly state of Texas in the spring of 1926.
Grace Stanley and the colonel were taking a trip by auto
mobile from Texas to Shreveport, La. Just beyond Marshall,
Texas, they ran into a severe storm—and when storms are se
vere down on the Texas plains, they’re severe, and no mistake.
This one was a combination of thunder, lightning, rain and hail
The rain came down in sheets. There was no cover in sight,
and nothing to do but go on.
They were getting close to the state line when the car came
to a bridge spanning a deep cut through which ran the tracks of the
K. C. and S. railroad. As they hit the end of that bridge, Grace heard
a DEAFENING CRACK. A sudden flash of light almost blinded her.
The car came to a sudden stop and the air was filled with a sulphurous
smell. Lightning! Had it struck them? With her heart in her mouth,
Grace raised her eyes.
There were three people in the car—her husband and the driver in
the front seat and Grace herself in the rear. The men, up front, were
all right. Grace breathed a sigh of relief. But at the same time some
thing inside of her was telling her to sit still—not to move even so
The Driver Got Out on the Running Board.
much as a single muscle. Without moving her head she turned her
eyes to the right. The sight she saw there FROZE THE BLOOD io
her veins.
The bolt of lightning had ripped away the entire corner of the *
bridge. The car was standing on three wheels, teetering pre
cariously over a fifty-foot chasm, its fourth wheel—the left rear
one—hanging FAR OUT OVER SPACE.
Then the Car Started to Sag.
The men in the front seat weren’t moving, either. They sat stiff
and motionless, with grim, set expressions on their faces. Then, slowly,
the car began to sag to the right—toward the* broken, twisted wrecked
side of the bridge.
There wasn’t any time to waste. Quickly they talked the matter
over—decided the only thing that could save them was to shift as much
weight as possible to the left side of the car. Grace, who was in the
rear seat on the right side, directly over the dangling wheel, couldn’t
move because the seat beside her was filled with luggage. It was up
to the driver and the colonel to do the shifting.
The car settled a bit more. Grace held her breath as she felt
herself sinking. The driver opened the door, slid over in his seat and
got out on the running board. Both he and the colonel were big men—
both of them weighed in the neighborhood of two hundred pounds—and
Grace found herself breathing a prayer of thankfulness for that. In an
agony of suspense she watched while the driver got out and her hus
band slid over in the seat to take his place behind the wheel.
“All this time,” says Grace, “the car kept on settling down
toward the right. It was probably only a minute or two, but it
seemed like a thousand years. I hugged as close to the baggage
on the left as I could, but still the car settled. It looked as if
we were going over in spite of all our efforts.”
Saved by Truck Driver with a Rope.
The colonel, too, was climbing out on the running board now—shifting
his weight as far to left as possible. Still the car sagged, and there was
nothing more they could do. If they stepped from the running board the
car would go over. If Grace tried to move, it might furnish just the
vibration needed to send the car off the bridge and down to the tracks
fifty feet blow. It was a heartbreaking situation. Death was staring
her in the face, and nobody dared to do anything about it.
But at that same moment help was in sight. A small truck shot
around a corner from the opposite direction, and the driver saw
what had happened. He stepped on the gas and came speeding toward
them.
Again, Grace was afraid to breathe. Would the vibration set up
by the truck send them over the side?
But the driver of that truck had a lot of presence of mind.
Also, he had a rope. He leaped from his seat with the rope in
his hand, looped it around the front of the car and then made it
fast to the far side of the bridge.
With the rope holding the car, Grace could get out. She and the
colonel went around to the back of the automobile to join the truck
driver, who was excitedly crying that nothing but a miracle had saved
them. The fellow was right, too. The lightning had curled up the iron
work of the bridge like so much straw. One of the curls had ripped
off both right tires and completely ruined one side of the car. Another
curl had caught under the car itself—and that was the only thing that
had kept them from going over.
©—WNU Servica.
Tobacco Proves State of Soil
If everyone stopped smoking there
would still be a use for tobacco,
says Tit-Bits Magazine. Some would
continue to grow it because of its
pale, fragrant flower, but it would
be valued chiefly by horticulturists,
who have discovered that it is a
wonderfully sure indicator of the
state of the soil. For successful cul
tivation it is necessary that the soil
should contain nine constituents; a
lack of one or more means sickly
plants. But the tobacco plant is so
sensitive that the absence of any of
these is indicated immediately in
the leaf. It is bright green if there
is too little nitrogen, abnormally
dark if phosphorus is absent, and
the tips of the tiny leaves enclosing
the buds curl curiously if there is
too little calcium. Each reaction is
so marked that it cannot possibly
be niistaken.
“Behind the 8-Ball”
The National Billiard Association
of America says: “It is generally
conceded that the 8-ball is the most
difficult for the player to see clearly
in the execution of his shot. This,
because it is black, naturally, the
edges of the ball, or in fact any
part of the ball, do not stand out as
clearly a s colored. Therefore,
prcfe.'fional players, if possible,
avoid being forced to play the 8-ball,
because it is more difficult to see
clearly. In reality, this fact was
what started the now common say
ing, ‘behind the 8-ball,’ used in the
player’s vernacular in the sense
that being in any kind of a difficult
point on the table, many times calls
for the remark that one is ‘behind
the 8-ball.’ In other words, they use
this to explain any difficult situation
which may confront them in the
game”
ThehUmMo-O’^
Tales and
Traditions
from American
Political History
•v
FRANK E. HAGEN
AMO
ELMO scon WATSON
AN EARLY “BLACK LEGION”
O N TREES were posted mysteri
ous squares of paper, black, or
white or red, summoning men to
midnight meetings. At these meet
ings there were oaths and grip*
and pass-words.
That was more than three-quar
ters of a century ago, but mem
bers of the “Black Legion,” who
created such a furore early in 1936,
would have felt pretty much at
home in those meetings back in the
forties and fifties. There they
would have fraternized with mem
bers of “The Supreme Order of
the Star-Spangled Banner,” a se
cret society which grew into a po
litical party, the Native Americans,
with a platform of opposition to
foreigners, the papacy, infidelity
and socialism.
Later they became known as the
Know Nothings because, when a
member was questioned about the
order, he invariably answered “I
don’t know.” In New York and
Pennsylvania they elected several
men to congress and in 1847 they
held a national convention at Phil
adelphia. There they nominated
Gen. Henry Dearborn for vice-pres
ident and recommended, but did
not formally nominate, Gen. Zach
ary Taylor, the Whig candidate for
President.
In 1854-55 the Know Nothings car
ried Massachusetts, Connecticut,
Rhode Island, New Hampshire,
Kentucky and California and looked
forward to the election of 1856 with
high hopes. Soon the party threw
off its secret character and it be
came apparent that they were
mostly Whigs. In February they
held another convention in Philadel
phia at which they formally re
named their party the American
party. They nominated for Presi
dent Millard Fillmore, the Whig
vice-president who had served all
but one month of the term to which
Zachary Taylor had been elected,
and gave him for a running mate
Andrew Donelson of Tennessee, the
ward of “Old Hickory” Jackson.
Fillmore carried only one state in
the election which sent James Bu
chanan, the Democratic candidate,
to the White House and the Know
Nothings passed out of the political
picture soon afterwards.
“TO THE VICTORS
“'T'O THE victors belong the
spoils!”
Although Andrew Jackson was the
first exponent of that political
creed, he was not the first man to
express it in so many words. The
man who did was William L. Mar-
cy of New York, leader of one of
the factions in the Democratic
party when Polk was President.
The division in the Democratic
ranks was over the distribution of
federal patronage and it centered,
as it has so often since, in New
York state. The faction, led by
Marcy, was called the “Hunkers”
who were supported by Tammany
and who were given that name be
cause they were always inclined to
hunger, or “hunker,” for office.
The other faction, led by Silas
Wright, was composed of dis
appointed Van Burenites — dis
appointed because Van Buren,
whom Jackson had made his suc
cessor, had been refused a second
term by the party which took Polk,
a “dark horse,” instead. This fac
tion was called the “Barnburners,”
because, like the Dutch farmer in
New York state who burned his
barn to get rid of (he rats in it,
they declared they were ready
to “burn their barns to get rid of
the rats,” the upstart “Hunkers.”
As a matter of fact they did just
that in the campaign of 1848. Op
posed to slavery, they joined
forces with the Liberty party, took
the name of the Free Soil party
and nominated Martin Van Buren
and Charles Francis Adams of
Massachusetts. This split in the
Democratic party resulted in a vic
tory for Gen. Zachary Taylor, the
Whig candidate, over Van Buren
and over Lewis Cass, the regular
Democratic nominee.
Along with “Hunker” and “Barn
burner” is another interesting
name once applied to the Demo
crats, growing ut of the rivalry of
these two factions. In the cam
paign of 1840 the Whigs called their
opponents the “Locofocos” because
at a meeting of the New York
Democrats the two factions were
trying to get control of the meet
ing. One gang turned off the gas
lights and in the darkness, the oth
er gang, which had come prepared
for just such a stunt, took from
their pockets the new friction
matches, called “locofocos,” struck
them and by thus lighting the room
were able to continue the sessior
and dominate it.
© Western Newspaper Union.
New York City Milestones.
The first New York City mile
stones were erected in 1769, start
ing from the second City Hall at
Wall and Nassau Streets and run
ning along the Bowery Road to
Kingsbridge. In 1801 a second
series was set from the second
City Hall to Middle Road. The
third series was erected in 1822
from the present City Hall along
the Bowery and Third Avenue. All
the stones were of uniform size,
being sixty-six inches high, four
inches wide and six inches thick.
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