The El Paso Post, January 23, 1944:
Four Sons With Uncle Sam
Government Will Award EP Mother
Mrs. Gertrude L'Angelle, 417 West Yandell Boulevard, is another in the growing ranks of El Paso mothers who have four or more sons in the Armed Forces.
There are 14 children in Mrs. L'Angelle's family.
The oldest one of her children, Sgt. James L'Angelle, 27, of the United States Marine Corps, is now stationed at Puget Sound, Wash., Navy Yards.
Sergeant L'Angelle served 18 months in the Samoa Islands. He entered the Marines in 1939 and was sent overseas in the early part of 1942.
Sergeant L'Angelle, a victim of tropical fever, contracted in the South Pacific, was stationed at the Navy Hospital on his return to the states last July.
Aviation Cadet John Peter :'Angelle, 22, is now stationed at Shepperd Field, Wichita Falls, Texas. Prior to his joining for training as a pilot with the U.S. Army Air Forces, he spent 22 months with a Fighter Squadron overseas, as ground crew chief. He entered the Army in 1940.
Formerly with the El Paso Electric Company, Pvt. Dennis M. L'Angelle, 20, entered te service on April, 1943. He is now stationed with the Field Artillery at Fort Lewis, Wash.
The youngest of the L'Angelles, Tom, 19, and a sergeant entered the Army before Pearl Harbor and is now stationed with the infanty at Camp Campbell, Ky.
All four sons attended Austin High School.
Their sister, Mrs. Jean L'Angelle Rudl, has recently returned to El Paso from the east. Her husband is now stationed at DeRidder, La., with the Army.
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The Palm Beach Post, July 4, 1920:
L'Angelles Roughing It In North Carolina
The following letter, telling of some of the happenings of J.G. L'Angelle and family en route by car to Asheville, has been received:
Here we are in "Hashville." As this is my first trip to this region I would sort of sit back and say: "So this is Paris!" You know how you feel when you stand on top of a high hill and see the wonderful panorama of greens emerging from the faintest tint to the deepest? Those are the farms - and the wonderful soft velvets, rocked deep one atop the other, are the trees. This is truly a wonderful country! In the morning the mists hide the powerful bodies behind, and the evening brings the blue vapors that carry the faintest chill.
Being prepared for bad roads we will not complain - but g-o-o-d-n-i-g-h-t! Going into Waycross - about half the way the sand is awful! The heavy rains they had a few days before probably accounted for the stirred-up condition; but after the toll-bridge was reached we struck the convict camp. The car ahead of us was stuck in the piece of road the natives had informed us "was being worked on." I'll says so. The convicts were using a team of mules (six) which they had hitched to the car and dragged to a little better road. A quarter of a mile of that and the poor convicts asked for "a little change." I believe but for our heavy load our little Ford would have "forded" it.
All that day long we plowed and waded through some of the worst roads I've ever seen. Not sand; no sir; but mud. Red, soft, sticky clay. We followed a rut, and along about 2:30 a car coming towards us hailed us - and Elmer Cook and a friend jumped out. Gee, we were glad to see them. We carried a keg of water, warm by that time, and after passing swamps and palmettos and more swamps we were sure glad to greet a familiar face. We told them of their wonderful trip ahead, wished them luck - then ventured on like "Christian Soldiers."
When we arrived at Waycross we found a pretty little city, clean and "dressed-up" looking. I mustn't forget to mention the curiosity we aroused. In every little town and city we had an audience. In some places the folks just stood alongside the car, gazed up and down and around, open-mouthed, and then called others. Some had never seen such a Ford "baby" - and some were eaten alive with curiosity as to where we came from and where we were going.
Each evening we camped at a farm house, and each day we stopped to get milk and some fresh country butter. You should have seen the print of butter we bought at one place for 20c. At each farm house folks were more than glad to have us stay. I never saw such hospitable people as are the Georgians. We had some lovely peaches at Perry, the chief packing-place of that county. They gave us a whole pailful for nothing. At Douglas we stopped for milk. Milk? Nothing doing - absolutely milkless; so I guess the babies drink moonshine.
We found the roads from that point in fairly good shape. We travelled the National Highway most of the way after leaving Douglas, by advice of several people. In one little place the people advised us to take the detour - as the commissioners of that county lived on that detour. In various places by going a few miles out of the way we avoided sand and mud; and by inquiring we received loads of good advice as to the best routes.
At the Savannah river, the boundary between Georgia and South Carolina, we ran into rain, and after paying the usual toll of eighty cents we were again stuck in the mud. Going up a hill the car just naturally grew tired - and chains helped the rest of the way. We camped that evening at a farm house just over the line. Here the young wife of the farmer came down to the car to say hello - carrying stropped to her wrist the biggest, shiniest six-shooter I've ever seen outside the movies. I asked her why the decoration. She said, very nonchalantly, that she always carried one around after dark when alone; so many negroes there, I presume.
By-the-way, in Madison, Georgia, a lovely old town with the most picturesque old courthouse and jail, it was a rare sight to see a white man. There are more negroes in that county, they claim, then in all of Georgia.
We made a fine run the last day. We struck a good deal of red clay in the morning, but coming into the more hilly parts we found good roads. At Hendersonville we we met a home-town fellow, Sheehan, who ran up to the car to say hello.
In all we had a fine trip. No rain at night to speak of. Of course. we ran in and out of showers by day. It would take a book to tell all of the laughable occurrences and of some of the thoughts after we had struck good roads enough to appreciate them. But don't let anyone kid you about the "passable roads" between Jacksonville and Waycross! It's nothing but sand until you strike the boundary - and then it's clay. The convicts said that stretch which is to be the new highway wouldn't be finished before one year. The road is being built high, and it has to be graded. Our oldest asked her daddy why God made that sand red, and when told it was probably for the building or roads, asked how it was made? Before the daddy could reply our next oldest ejaculated: "Oh, don't you know? He just stirs it up and throws it on!" Quite a comparison - if you should see those roads after a rain!
Here in North Carolina we are nearer Weaverville than Asheville. The weather is wonderful. It was too cool when we first arrived, but the nights are getting more comfortable now. We have decided to camp as the houses are scarce; but after finding a wonderfully comfortable log cabin - lodge they called it - we decided to rough it and keep house - all in one. The place is like a dance-hall, with porches on two sides, situated in a grove of young oaks on the summit of a hill. The Bob-Whites are very familiar. We get our water from a pretty little crystal spring at the bottom of the hill.
On Monday, July 5, we are to join in the celebration at Kanuga Lake with the West Palm Beachites already here, in what will be styled "Palm Beach Day in Western North Carolina." We have already met numerous Palm Beach county folks here, and I believe the summer will pass all too quickly, as it always does under the conditions we are finding here.
Milk is ten cents a quart; country butter 50c per pound. Meat is much cheaper, and pork chops are cut like large steaks. Corn and fruit are late, for which I am glad.
We are receiving The Post every day - and I'll say we are thoroughly enjoying it.
MR. AND MRS. J.G. L'ANGELLE
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The Palm Beach Post, December 4, 1919:
SURPRISE NIGHT AT ELKS BAZAAR
Crowds Expectant As to What This Evening Will Bring Forth at Elk's Bazaar - Last Night Ladies' Night and Record House Was In Attendance.
Leave it to the ladies to draw the crowd. Last night was "Ladies Night" at the Elks' Bazaar and the crowd was the biggest yet as well as the liveliest.
A most attractive program was rendered at intervals during the evening, the numbers being a fancy dance by little Miss Griggs, a vocal solo by Mrs. Harry Sirkin, a duet by Mrs. Sirkin and Mrs. J.G. L'Angelle, and an instrumental trio of two violins and piano by Miss Louise Mae Farrow, Mrs. S.C. Kearley and Mrs. T.T. Reese.
Tonight is to be known as "Surprise Night" and fearful and wonderful are the guesses being made by many as to what the surprise will be. Not even a a hint as to what "it" might be has been given out by those in charge, therefore the surprise will be genuine.
In addition to the surprise, Dick Christie and Ender Ray will sing and Miss Mary Dougan and Mr. Eugene Bernard will give an interpretive dance. And the merry dance will go on to music furnished by the Jazz Trio.
Each night, interest in the festivities seem to increase and from all signs the last three nights of the bazaar will eclipse the first three in the way of attendance, fun, frivolity and noise.
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The Palm Beach Post, October 14, 1916:
ALARM CLOCK RINGS FOR DELRAY WRITER WHO STARTED JOKER
LOCAL WRITER GIVES HER VIEWS UPON THE MATTER IN THE COMING ELECTION
Isn't it funny how religion and politics will mix? And isn't it funny that every follower of Catts has to put that word "Romanism" in a sentence before they're through? In the case of the communication of E.E. Bradshaw it was coupled with rum and rebellion. "A man should know who he votes for, and what he's voting for." Does one principal of Americanism mean religious toleration? Another, slander? Another, vile remarks to womanhood?
Everybody knows Catts is to Florida what Tom Watson was to Georgia, and how he is pulling the state back, inch by inch, into the darkness of religious bigotry!
Mr. Bradshaw says "if it had been any other candidate in place of Catts, this contention would never have started." Why" Because Catts is notorious! Not finding the salary of the pulpit enough, he launched into politics; and aired his narrow-minded brain to the state. Then he got together a few like himself, and coupled with the Guardians of Liberty of Jacksonville (of course, a religious body of know nothings) they secured a few votes. That's why he was laughed at; that's why he was vilified and traduced."
Much has been said about Romanism - which, by the way, is an ignoramus name for Catholicity - but nothing has ever been done; because the one quarter of the globe knows that the other three quarters who profess Catholicity are entirely level-headed, and not drunk with "Rum and Rebellion," and so there's nothing can be done!
But any man who airs his narrow-minded view in a growing community ought to move - and the broad-minded clear-thinking residents should be glad to lose him! There's always two sides to a story.
Mrs. James G. L'Angelle.
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Daughter of Dennis M. Savage and Mary Hartnett.
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Married James Graves L'Angelle on November 27, 1913 in Boston, Suffolk Co., Massachusetts.
Four Sons With Uncle Sam
Government Will Award EP Mother
Mrs. Gertrude L'Angelle, 417 West Yandell Boulevard, is another in the growing ranks of El Paso mothers who have four or more sons in the Armed Forces.
There are 14 children in Mrs. L'Angelle's family.
The oldest one of her children, Sgt. James L'Angelle, 27, of the United States Marine Corps, is now stationed at Puget Sound, Wash., Navy Yards.
Sergeant L'Angelle served 18 months in the Samoa Islands. He entered the Marines in 1939 and was sent overseas in the early part of 1942.
Sergeant L'Angelle, a victim of tropical fever, contracted in the South Pacific, was stationed at the Navy Hospital on his return to the states last July.
Aviation Cadet John Peter :'Angelle, 22, is now stationed at Shepperd Field, Wichita Falls, Texas. Prior to his joining for training as a pilot with the U.S. Army Air Forces, he spent 22 months with a Fighter Squadron overseas, as ground crew chief. He entered the Army in 1940.
Formerly with the El Paso Electric Company, Pvt. Dennis M. L'Angelle, 20, entered te service on April, 1943. He is now stationed with the Field Artillery at Fort Lewis, Wash.
The youngest of the L'Angelles, Tom, 19, and a sergeant entered the Army before Pearl Harbor and is now stationed with the infanty at Camp Campbell, Ky.
All four sons attended Austin High School.
Their sister, Mrs. Jean L'Angelle Rudl, has recently returned to El Paso from the east. Her husband is now stationed at DeRidder, La., with the Army.
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The Palm Beach Post, July 4, 1920:
L'Angelles Roughing It In North Carolina
The following letter, telling of some of the happenings of J.G. L'Angelle and family en route by car to Asheville, has been received:
Here we are in "Hashville." As this is my first trip to this region I would sort of sit back and say: "So this is Paris!" You know how you feel when you stand on top of a high hill and see the wonderful panorama of greens emerging from the faintest tint to the deepest? Those are the farms - and the wonderful soft velvets, rocked deep one atop the other, are the trees. This is truly a wonderful country! In the morning the mists hide the powerful bodies behind, and the evening brings the blue vapors that carry the faintest chill.
Being prepared for bad roads we will not complain - but g-o-o-d-n-i-g-h-t! Going into Waycross - about half the way the sand is awful! The heavy rains they had a few days before probably accounted for the stirred-up condition; but after the toll-bridge was reached we struck the convict camp. The car ahead of us was stuck in the piece of road the natives had informed us "was being worked on." I'll says so. The convicts were using a team of mules (six) which they had hitched to the car and dragged to a little better road. A quarter of a mile of that and the poor convicts asked for "a little change." I believe but for our heavy load our little Ford would have "forded" it.
All that day long we plowed and waded through some of the worst roads I've ever seen. Not sand; no sir; but mud. Red, soft, sticky clay. We followed a rut, and along about 2:30 a car coming towards us hailed us - and Elmer Cook and a friend jumped out. Gee, we were glad to see them. We carried a keg of water, warm by that time, and after passing swamps and palmettos and more swamps we were sure glad to greet a familiar face. We told them of their wonderful trip ahead, wished them luck - then ventured on like "Christian Soldiers."
When we arrived at Waycross we found a pretty little city, clean and "dressed-up" looking. I mustn't forget to mention the curiosity we aroused. In every little town and city we had an audience. In some places the folks just stood alongside the car, gazed up and down and around, open-mouthed, and then called others. Some had never seen such a Ford "baby" - and some were eaten alive with curiosity as to where we came from and where we were going.
Each evening we camped at a farm house, and each day we stopped to get milk and some fresh country butter. You should have seen the print of butter we bought at one place for 20c. At each farm house folks were more than glad to have us stay. I never saw such hospitable people as are the Georgians. We had some lovely peaches at Perry, the chief packing-place of that county. They gave us a whole pailful for nothing. At Douglas we stopped for milk. Milk? Nothing doing - absolutely milkless; so I guess the babies drink moonshine.
We found the roads from that point in fairly good shape. We travelled the National Highway most of the way after leaving Douglas, by advice of several people. In one little place the people advised us to take the detour - as the commissioners of that county lived on that detour. In various places by going a few miles out of the way we avoided sand and mud; and by inquiring we received loads of good advice as to the best routes.
At the Savannah river, the boundary between Georgia and South Carolina, we ran into rain, and after paying the usual toll of eighty cents we were again stuck in the mud. Going up a hill the car just naturally grew tired - and chains helped the rest of the way. We camped that evening at a farm house just over the line. Here the young wife of the farmer came down to the car to say hello - carrying stropped to her wrist the biggest, shiniest six-shooter I've ever seen outside the movies. I asked her why the decoration. She said, very nonchalantly, that she always carried one around after dark when alone; so many negroes there, I presume.
By-the-way, in Madison, Georgia, a lovely old town with the most picturesque old courthouse and jail, it was a rare sight to see a white man. There are more negroes in that county, they claim, then in all of Georgia.
We made a fine run the last day. We struck a good deal of red clay in the morning, but coming into the more hilly parts we found good roads. At Hendersonville we we met a home-town fellow, Sheehan, who ran up to the car to say hello.
In all we had a fine trip. No rain at night to speak of. Of course. we ran in and out of showers by day. It would take a book to tell all of the laughable occurrences and of some of the thoughts after we had struck good roads enough to appreciate them. But don't let anyone kid you about the "passable roads" between Jacksonville and Waycross! It's nothing but sand until you strike the boundary - and then it's clay. The convicts said that stretch which is to be the new highway wouldn't be finished before one year. The road is being built high, and it has to be graded. Our oldest asked her daddy why God made that sand red, and when told it was probably for the building or roads, asked how it was made? Before the daddy could reply our next oldest ejaculated: "Oh, don't you know? He just stirs it up and throws it on!" Quite a comparison - if you should see those roads after a rain!
Here in North Carolina we are nearer Weaverville than Asheville. The weather is wonderful. It was too cool when we first arrived, but the nights are getting more comfortable now. We have decided to camp as the houses are scarce; but after finding a wonderfully comfortable log cabin - lodge they called it - we decided to rough it and keep house - all in one. The place is like a dance-hall, with porches on two sides, situated in a grove of young oaks on the summit of a hill. The Bob-Whites are very familiar. We get our water from a pretty little crystal spring at the bottom of the hill.
On Monday, July 5, we are to join in the celebration at Kanuga Lake with the West Palm Beachites already here, in what will be styled "Palm Beach Day in Western North Carolina." We have already met numerous Palm Beach county folks here, and I believe the summer will pass all too quickly, as it always does under the conditions we are finding here.
Milk is ten cents a quart; country butter 50c per pound. Meat is much cheaper, and pork chops are cut like large steaks. Corn and fruit are late, for which I am glad.
We are receiving The Post every day - and I'll say we are thoroughly enjoying it.
MR. AND MRS. J.G. L'ANGELLE
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The Palm Beach Post, December 4, 1919:
SURPRISE NIGHT AT ELKS BAZAAR
Crowds Expectant As to What This Evening Will Bring Forth at Elk's Bazaar - Last Night Ladies' Night and Record House Was In Attendance.
Leave it to the ladies to draw the crowd. Last night was "Ladies Night" at the Elks' Bazaar and the crowd was the biggest yet as well as the liveliest.
A most attractive program was rendered at intervals during the evening, the numbers being a fancy dance by little Miss Griggs, a vocal solo by Mrs. Harry Sirkin, a duet by Mrs. Sirkin and Mrs. J.G. L'Angelle, and an instrumental trio of two violins and piano by Miss Louise Mae Farrow, Mrs. S.C. Kearley and Mrs. T.T. Reese.
Tonight is to be known as "Surprise Night" and fearful and wonderful are the guesses being made by many as to what the surprise will be. Not even a a hint as to what "it" might be has been given out by those in charge, therefore the surprise will be genuine.
In addition to the surprise, Dick Christie and Ender Ray will sing and Miss Mary Dougan and Mr. Eugene Bernard will give an interpretive dance. And the merry dance will go on to music furnished by the Jazz Trio.
Each night, interest in the festivities seem to increase and from all signs the last three nights of the bazaar will eclipse the first three in the way of attendance, fun, frivolity and noise.
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The Palm Beach Post, October 14, 1916:
ALARM CLOCK RINGS FOR DELRAY WRITER WHO STARTED JOKER
LOCAL WRITER GIVES HER VIEWS UPON THE MATTER IN THE COMING ELECTION
Isn't it funny how religion and politics will mix? And isn't it funny that every follower of Catts has to put that word "Romanism" in a sentence before they're through? In the case of the communication of E.E. Bradshaw it was coupled with rum and rebellion. "A man should know who he votes for, and what he's voting for." Does one principal of Americanism mean religious toleration? Another, slander? Another, vile remarks to womanhood?
Everybody knows Catts is to Florida what Tom Watson was to Georgia, and how he is pulling the state back, inch by inch, into the darkness of religious bigotry!
Mr. Bradshaw says "if it had been any other candidate in place of Catts, this contention would never have started." Why" Because Catts is notorious! Not finding the salary of the pulpit enough, he launched into politics; and aired his narrow-minded brain to the state. Then he got together a few like himself, and coupled with the Guardians of Liberty of Jacksonville (of course, a religious body of know nothings) they secured a few votes. That's why he was laughed at; that's why he was vilified and traduced."
Much has been said about Romanism - which, by the way, is an ignoramus name for Catholicity - but nothing has ever been done; because the one quarter of the globe knows that the other three quarters who profess Catholicity are entirely level-headed, and not drunk with "Rum and Rebellion," and so there's nothing can be done!
But any man who airs his narrow-minded view in a growing community ought to move - and the broad-minded clear-thinking residents should be glad to lose him! There's always two sides to a story.
Mrs. James G. L'Angelle.
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Daughter of Dennis M. Savage and Mary Hartnett.
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Married James Graves L'Angelle on November 27, 1913 in Boston, Suffolk Co., Massachusetts.
The El Paso Post, January 23, 1944:
Four Sons With Uncle Sam
Government Will Award EP Mother
Mrs. Gertrude L'Angelle, 417 West Yandell Boulevard, is another in the growing ranks of El Paso mothers who have four or more sons in the Armed Forces.
There are 14 children in Mrs. L'Angelle's family.
The oldest one of her children, Sgt. James L'Angelle, 27, of the United States Marine Corps, is now stationed at Puget Sound, Wash., Navy Yards.
Sergeant L'Angelle served 18 months in the Samoa Islands. He entered the Marines in 1939 and was sent overseas in the early part of 1942.
Sergeant L'Angelle, a victim of tropical fever, contracted in the South Pacific, was stationed at the Navy Hospital on his return to the states last July.
Aviation Cadet John Peter :'Angelle, 22, is now stationed at Shepperd Field, Wichita Falls, Texas. Prior to his joining for training as a pilot with the U.S. Army Air Forces, he spent 22 months with a Fighter Squadron overseas, as ground crew chief. He entered the Army in 1940.
Formerly with the El Paso Electric Company, Pvt. Dennis M. L'Angelle, 20, entered te service on April, 1943. He is now stationed with the Field Artillery at Fort Lewis, Wash.
The youngest of the L'Angelles, Tom, 19, and a sergeant entered the Army before Pearl Harbor and is now stationed with the infanty at Camp Campbell, Ky.
All four sons attended Austin High School.
Their sister, Mrs. Jean L'Angelle Rudl, has recently returned to El Paso from the east. Her husband is now stationed at DeRidder, La., with the Army.
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The Palm Beach Post, July 4, 1920:
L'Angelles Roughing It In North Carolina
The following letter, telling of some of the happenings of J.G. L'Angelle and family en route by car to Asheville, has been received:
Here we are in "Hashville." As this is my first trip to this region I would sort of sit back and say: "So this is Paris!" You know how you feel when you stand on top of a high hill and see the wonderful panorama of greens emerging from the faintest tint to the deepest? Those are the farms - and the wonderful soft velvets, rocked deep one atop the other, are the trees. This is truly a wonderful country! In the morning the mists hide the powerful bodies behind, and the evening brings the blue vapors that carry the faintest chill.
Being prepared for bad roads we will not complain - but g-o-o-d-n-i-g-h-t! Going into Waycross - about half the way the sand is awful! The heavy rains they had a few days before probably accounted for the stirred-up condition; but after the toll-bridge was reached we struck the convict camp. The car ahead of us was stuck in the piece of road the natives had informed us "was being worked on." I'll says so. The convicts were using a team of mules (six) which they had hitched to the car and dragged to a little better road. A quarter of a mile of that and the poor convicts asked for "a little change." I believe but for our heavy load our little Ford would have "forded" it.
All that day long we plowed and waded through some of the worst roads I've ever seen. Not sand; no sir; but mud. Red, soft, sticky clay. We followed a rut, and along about 2:30 a car coming towards us hailed us - and Elmer Cook and a friend jumped out. Gee, we were glad to see them. We carried a keg of water, warm by that time, and after passing swamps and palmettos and more swamps we were sure glad to greet a familiar face. We told them of their wonderful trip ahead, wished them luck - then ventured on like "Christian Soldiers."
When we arrived at Waycross we found a pretty little city, clean and "dressed-up" looking. I mustn't forget to mention the curiosity we aroused. In every little town and city we had an audience. In some places the folks just stood alongside the car, gazed up and down and around, open-mouthed, and then called others. Some had never seen such a Ford "baby" - and some were eaten alive with curiosity as to where we came from and where we were going.
Each evening we camped at a farm house, and each day we stopped to get milk and some fresh country butter. You should have seen the print of butter we bought at one place for 20c. At each farm house folks were more than glad to have us stay. I never saw such hospitable people as are the Georgians. We had some lovely peaches at Perry, the chief packing-place of that county. They gave us a whole pailful for nothing. At Douglas we stopped for milk. Milk? Nothing doing - absolutely milkless; so I guess the babies drink moonshine.
We found the roads from that point in fairly good shape. We travelled the National Highway most of the way after leaving Douglas, by advice of several people. In one little place the people advised us to take the detour - as the commissioners of that county lived on that detour. In various places by going a few miles out of the way we avoided sand and mud; and by inquiring we received loads of good advice as to the best routes.
At the Savannah river, the boundary between Georgia and South Carolina, we ran into rain, and after paying the usual toll of eighty cents we were again stuck in the mud. Going up a hill the car just naturally grew tired - and chains helped the rest of the way. We camped that evening at a farm house just over the line. Here the young wife of the farmer came down to the car to say hello - carrying stropped to her wrist the biggest, shiniest six-shooter I've ever seen outside the movies. I asked her why the decoration. She said, very nonchalantly, that she always carried one around after dark when alone; so many negroes there, I presume.
By-the-way, in Madison, Georgia, a lovely old town with the most picturesque old courthouse and jail, it was a rare sight to see a white man. There are more negroes in that county, they claim, then in all of Georgia.
We made a fine run the last day. We struck a good deal of red clay in the morning, but coming into the more hilly parts we found good roads. At Hendersonville we we met a home-town fellow, Sheehan, who ran up to the car to say hello.
In all we had a fine trip. No rain at night to speak of. Of course. we ran in and out of showers by day. It would take a book to tell all of the laughable occurrences and of some of the thoughts after we had struck good roads enough to appreciate them. But don't let anyone kid you about the "passable roads" between Jacksonville and Waycross! It's nothing but sand until you strike the boundary - and then it's clay. The convicts said that stretch which is to be the new highway wouldn't be finished before one year. The road is being built high, and it has to be graded. Our oldest asked her daddy why God made that sand red, and when told it was probably for the building or roads, asked how it was made? Before the daddy could reply our next oldest ejaculated: "Oh, don't you know? He just stirs it up and throws it on!" Quite a comparison - if you should see those roads after a rain!
Here in North Carolina we are nearer Weaverville than Asheville. The weather is wonderful. It was too cool when we first arrived, but the nights are getting more comfortable now. We have decided to camp as the houses are scarce; but after finding a wonderfully comfortable log cabin - lodge they called it - we decided to rough it and keep house - all in one. The place is like a dance-hall, with porches on two sides, situated in a grove of young oaks on the summit of a hill. The Bob-Whites are very familiar. We get our water from a pretty little crystal spring at the bottom of the hill.
On Monday, July 5, we are to join in the celebration at Kanuga Lake with the West Palm Beachites already here, in what will be styled "Palm Beach Day in Western North Carolina." We have already met numerous Palm Beach county folks here, and I believe the summer will pass all too quickly, as it always does under the conditions we are finding here.
Milk is ten cents a quart; country butter 50c per pound. Meat is much cheaper, and pork chops are cut like large steaks. Corn and fruit are late, for which I am glad.
We are receiving The Post every day - and I'll say we are thoroughly enjoying it.
MR. AND MRS. J.G. L'ANGELLE
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The Palm Beach Post, December 4, 1919:
SURPRISE NIGHT AT ELKS BAZAAR
Crowds Expectant As to What This Evening Will Bring Forth at Elk's Bazaar - Last Night Ladies' Night and Record House Was In Attendance.
Leave it to the ladies to draw the crowd. Last night was "Ladies Night" at the Elks' Bazaar and the crowd was the biggest yet as well as the liveliest.
A most attractive program was rendered at intervals during the evening, the numbers being a fancy dance by little Miss Griggs, a vocal solo by Mrs. Harry Sirkin, a duet by Mrs. Sirkin and Mrs. J.G. L'Angelle, and an instrumental trio of two violins and piano by Miss Louise Mae Farrow, Mrs. S.C. Kearley and Mrs. T.T. Reese.
Tonight is to be known as "Surprise Night" and fearful and wonderful are the guesses being made by many as to what the surprise will be. Not even a a hint as to what "it" might be has been given out by those in charge, therefore the surprise will be genuine.
In addition to the surprise, Dick Christie and Ender Ray will sing and Miss Mary Dougan and Mr. Eugene Bernard will give an interpretive dance. And the merry dance will go on to music furnished by the Jazz Trio.
Each night, interest in the festivities seem to increase and from all signs the last three nights of the bazaar will eclipse the first three in the way of attendance, fun, frivolity and noise.
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The Palm Beach Post, October 14, 1916:
ALARM CLOCK RINGS FOR DELRAY WRITER WHO STARTED JOKER
LOCAL WRITER GIVES HER VIEWS UPON THE MATTER IN THE COMING ELECTION
Isn't it funny how religion and politics will mix? And isn't it funny that every follower of Catts has to put that word "Romanism" in a sentence before they're through? In the case of the communication of E.E. Bradshaw it was coupled with rum and rebellion. "A man should know who he votes for, and what he's voting for." Does one principal of Americanism mean religious toleration? Another, slander? Another, vile remarks to womanhood?
Everybody knows Catts is to Florida what Tom Watson was to Georgia, and how he is pulling the state back, inch by inch, into the darkness of religious bigotry!
Mr. Bradshaw says "if it had been any other candidate in place of Catts, this contention would never have started." Why" Because Catts is notorious! Not finding the salary of the pulpit enough, he launched into politics; and aired his narrow-minded brain to the state. Then he got together a few like himself, and coupled with the Guardians of Liberty of Jacksonville (of course, a religious body of know nothings) they secured a few votes. That's why he was laughed at; that's why he was vilified and traduced."
Much has been said about Romanism - which, by the way, is an ignoramus name for Catholicity - but nothing has ever been done; because the one quarter of the globe knows that the other three quarters who profess Catholicity are entirely level-headed, and not drunk with "Rum and Rebellion," and so there's nothing can be done!
But any man who airs his narrow-minded view in a growing community ought to move - and the broad-minded clear-thinking residents should be glad to lose him! There's always two sides to a story.
Mrs. James G. L'Angelle.
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Daughter of Dennis M. Savage and Mary Hartnett.
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Married James Graves L'Angelle on November 27, 1913 in Boston, Suffolk Co., Massachusetts.
Four Sons With Uncle Sam
Government Will Award EP Mother
Mrs. Gertrude L'Angelle, 417 West Yandell Boulevard, is another in the growing ranks of El Paso mothers who have four or more sons in the Armed Forces.
There are 14 children in Mrs. L'Angelle's family.
The oldest one of her children, Sgt. James L'Angelle, 27, of the United States Marine Corps, is now stationed at Puget Sound, Wash., Navy Yards.
Sergeant L'Angelle served 18 months in the Samoa Islands. He entered the Marines in 1939 and was sent overseas in the early part of 1942.
Sergeant L'Angelle, a victim of tropical fever, contracted in the South Pacific, was stationed at the Navy Hospital on his return to the states last July.
Aviation Cadet John Peter :'Angelle, 22, is now stationed at Shepperd Field, Wichita Falls, Texas. Prior to his joining for training as a pilot with the U.S. Army Air Forces, he spent 22 months with a Fighter Squadron overseas, as ground crew chief. He entered the Army in 1940.
Formerly with the El Paso Electric Company, Pvt. Dennis M. L'Angelle, 20, entered te service on April, 1943. He is now stationed with the Field Artillery at Fort Lewis, Wash.
The youngest of the L'Angelles, Tom, 19, and a sergeant entered the Army before Pearl Harbor and is now stationed with the infanty at Camp Campbell, Ky.
All four sons attended Austin High School.
Their sister, Mrs. Jean L'Angelle Rudl, has recently returned to El Paso from the east. Her husband is now stationed at DeRidder, La., with the Army.
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The Palm Beach Post, July 4, 1920:
L'Angelles Roughing It In North Carolina
The following letter, telling of some of the happenings of J.G. L'Angelle and family en route by car to Asheville, has been received:
Here we are in "Hashville." As this is my first trip to this region I would sort of sit back and say: "So this is Paris!" You know how you feel when you stand on top of a high hill and see the wonderful panorama of greens emerging from the faintest tint to the deepest? Those are the farms - and the wonderful soft velvets, rocked deep one atop the other, are the trees. This is truly a wonderful country! In the morning the mists hide the powerful bodies behind, and the evening brings the blue vapors that carry the faintest chill.
Being prepared for bad roads we will not complain - but g-o-o-d-n-i-g-h-t! Going into Waycross - about half the way the sand is awful! The heavy rains they had a few days before probably accounted for the stirred-up condition; but after the toll-bridge was reached we struck the convict camp. The car ahead of us was stuck in the piece of road the natives had informed us "was being worked on." I'll says so. The convicts were using a team of mules (six) which they had hitched to the car and dragged to a little better road. A quarter of a mile of that and the poor convicts asked for "a little change." I believe but for our heavy load our little Ford would have "forded" it.
All that day long we plowed and waded through some of the worst roads I've ever seen. Not sand; no sir; but mud. Red, soft, sticky clay. We followed a rut, and along about 2:30 a car coming towards us hailed us - and Elmer Cook and a friend jumped out. Gee, we were glad to see them. We carried a keg of water, warm by that time, and after passing swamps and palmettos and more swamps we were sure glad to greet a familiar face. We told them of their wonderful trip ahead, wished them luck - then ventured on like "Christian Soldiers."
When we arrived at Waycross we found a pretty little city, clean and "dressed-up" looking. I mustn't forget to mention the curiosity we aroused. In every little town and city we had an audience. In some places the folks just stood alongside the car, gazed up and down and around, open-mouthed, and then called others. Some had never seen such a Ford "baby" - and some were eaten alive with curiosity as to where we came from and where we were going.
Each evening we camped at a farm house, and each day we stopped to get milk and some fresh country butter. You should have seen the print of butter we bought at one place for 20c. At each farm house folks were more than glad to have us stay. I never saw such hospitable people as are the Georgians. We had some lovely peaches at Perry, the chief packing-place of that county. They gave us a whole pailful for nothing. At Douglas we stopped for milk. Milk? Nothing doing - absolutely milkless; so I guess the babies drink moonshine.
We found the roads from that point in fairly good shape. We travelled the National Highway most of the way after leaving Douglas, by advice of several people. In one little place the people advised us to take the detour - as the commissioners of that county lived on that detour. In various places by going a few miles out of the way we avoided sand and mud; and by inquiring we received loads of good advice as to the best routes.
At the Savannah river, the boundary between Georgia and South Carolina, we ran into rain, and after paying the usual toll of eighty cents we were again stuck in the mud. Going up a hill the car just naturally grew tired - and chains helped the rest of the way. We camped that evening at a farm house just over the line. Here the young wife of the farmer came down to the car to say hello - carrying stropped to her wrist the biggest, shiniest six-shooter I've ever seen outside the movies. I asked her why the decoration. She said, very nonchalantly, that she always carried one around after dark when alone; so many negroes there, I presume.
By-the-way, in Madison, Georgia, a lovely old town with the most picturesque old courthouse and jail, it was a rare sight to see a white man. There are more negroes in that county, they claim, then in all of Georgia.
We made a fine run the last day. We struck a good deal of red clay in the morning, but coming into the more hilly parts we found good roads. At Hendersonville we we met a home-town fellow, Sheehan, who ran up to the car to say hello.
In all we had a fine trip. No rain at night to speak of. Of course. we ran in and out of showers by day. It would take a book to tell all of the laughable occurrences and of some of the thoughts after we had struck good roads enough to appreciate them. But don't let anyone kid you about the "passable roads" between Jacksonville and Waycross! It's nothing but sand until you strike the boundary - and then it's clay. The convicts said that stretch which is to be the new highway wouldn't be finished before one year. The road is being built high, and it has to be graded. Our oldest asked her daddy why God made that sand red, and when told it was probably for the building or roads, asked how it was made? Before the daddy could reply our next oldest ejaculated: "Oh, don't you know? He just stirs it up and throws it on!" Quite a comparison - if you should see those roads after a rain!
Here in North Carolina we are nearer Weaverville than Asheville. The weather is wonderful. It was too cool when we first arrived, but the nights are getting more comfortable now. We have decided to camp as the houses are scarce; but after finding a wonderfully comfortable log cabin - lodge they called it - we decided to rough it and keep house - all in one. The place is like a dance-hall, with porches on two sides, situated in a grove of young oaks on the summit of a hill. The Bob-Whites are very familiar. We get our water from a pretty little crystal spring at the bottom of the hill.
On Monday, July 5, we are to join in the celebration at Kanuga Lake with the West Palm Beachites already here, in what will be styled "Palm Beach Day in Western North Carolina." We have already met numerous Palm Beach county folks here, and I believe the summer will pass all too quickly, as it always does under the conditions we are finding here.
Milk is ten cents a quart; country butter 50c per pound. Meat is much cheaper, and pork chops are cut like large steaks. Corn and fruit are late, for which I am glad.
We are receiving The Post every day - and I'll say we are thoroughly enjoying it.
MR. AND MRS. J.G. L'ANGELLE
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The Palm Beach Post, December 4, 1919:
SURPRISE NIGHT AT ELKS BAZAAR
Crowds Expectant As to What This Evening Will Bring Forth at Elk's Bazaar - Last Night Ladies' Night and Record House Was In Attendance.
Leave it to the ladies to draw the crowd. Last night was "Ladies Night" at the Elks' Bazaar and the crowd was the biggest yet as well as the liveliest.
A most attractive program was rendered at intervals during the evening, the numbers being a fancy dance by little Miss Griggs, a vocal solo by Mrs. Harry Sirkin, a duet by Mrs. Sirkin and Mrs. J.G. L'Angelle, and an instrumental trio of two violins and piano by Miss Louise Mae Farrow, Mrs. S.C. Kearley and Mrs. T.T. Reese.
Tonight is to be known as "Surprise Night" and fearful and wonderful are the guesses being made by many as to what the surprise will be. Not even a a hint as to what "it" might be has been given out by those in charge, therefore the surprise will be genuine.
In addition to the surprise, Dick Christie and Ender Ray will sing and Miss Mary Dougan and Mr. Eugene Bernard will give an interpretive dance. And the merry dance will go on to music furnished by the Jazz Trio.
Each night, interest in the festivities seem to increase and from all signs the last three nights of the bazaar will eclipse the first three in the way of attendance, fun, frivolity and noise.
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The Palm Beach Post, October 14, 1916:
ALARM CLOCK RINGS FOR DELRAY WRITER WHO STARTED JOKER
LOCAL WRITER GIVES HER VIEWS UPON THE MATTER IN THE COMING ELECTION
Isn't it funny how religion and politics will mix? And isn't it funny that every follower of Catts has to put that word "Romanism" in a sentence before they're through? In the case of the communication of E.E. Bradshaw it was coupled with rum and rebellion. "A man should know who he votes for, and what he's voting for." Does one principal of Americanism mean religious toleration? Another, slander? Another, vile remarks to womanhood?
Everybody knows Catts is to Florida what Tom Watson was to Georgia, and how he is pulling the state back, inch by inch, into the darkness of religious bigotry!
Mr. Bradshaw says "if it had been any other candidate in place of Catts, this contention would never have started." Why" Because Catts is notorious! Not finding the salary of the pulpit enough, he launched into politics; and aired his narrow-minded brain to the state. Then he got together a few like himself, and coupled with the Guardians of Liberty of Jacksonville (of course, a religious body of know nothings) they secured a few votes. That's why he was laughed at; that's why he was vilified and traduced."
Much has been said about Romanism - which, by the way, is an ignoramus name for Catholicity - but nothing has ever been done; because the one quarter of the globe knows that the other three quarters who profess Catholicity are entirely level-headed, and not drunk with "Rum and Rebellion," and so there's nothing can be done!
But any man who airs his narrow-minded view in a growing community ought to move - and the broad-minded clear-thinking residents should be glad to lose him! There's always two sides to a story.
Mrs. James G. L'Angelle.
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Daughter of Dennis M. Savage and Mary Hartnett.
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Married James Graves L'Angelle on November 27, 1913 in Boston, Suffolk Co., Massachusetts.
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