Dear Reader
William A. Hightower was convicted in 1922 for murdering a Catholic priest, Father Patrick Heslin, in an infamous time of journalism history. William Randolph Hearst and "Yellow Journalism" were a part of the roaring 20's and Hightower's predicament was not helped by the San Francisco Examiner, owned by Hearst. In fact more of his trial was held within the pages of the newspaper prior to his court appearances. The are more than 2,000 stories filed on Hightower's case in news throughout the West and some eastern papers. His story would most likely have been more openly in the history books and the talk of the town if a little murder trial in Hollywood, featuring Fatty Arbuckle hadn't been going on at the same time.
Needless to say. . . in coming blog post we will discuss chapter by chapter, Hightower's life and incarceration. For now I will share a few more of his aphorisms the he concocted while sitting in his tiny jail cell of San Franciso Bay.
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Babies
A baby is a bundle of possibilities and responsibilities
A baby is the most necessaryt nuisance in civilization
Babies are celestial lovelinks that are unsoiled by the sod
Babies are the greatest gifts that we get from God.
Bargains
Bargains show the way to buy ourselves into bankruptcy
Batchelor
There is no such thing as a bachelor of arts
Being a bachelor is a folly not art.
Beauty
Nothing can be added to your form or your face
That, to my way of thinking, could give thme more grace
Maybe her mind isn't made up
But her face certainly is.
Beauty is the soothing lotion that admiration
Pours into the eeager eyes of appreciation.
Being Good
My little sermon for today
Is that while we're common clay
We don't have to be dirty
Bigamy
If every woman that i wanted to marry had married me
I could be doing ten thousand years for Bigamy
Birds
With the coming of the morning light
The mysterious noises of the night
Are silenced by the songs of our feathered friends.
Books
By the use of paper and printers ink
Authors and printers teach us to think.
Booze
Women, on the average, live five years longer than men, and thus prove that as a preservative, paint is better than alcohol.
It looks a lot like man's freedom to drink
Is robbing mankind of their freedom to think.
Boys
Please remember, my son, that each start is a sun
And I want you to be like the other great suns
I hope you will rise high and shine very brightly
You have a bright future, don't take it lightly.
Business
You may apply a tax so high
It fills us with misgiving
And makes us feel we have to steal
If we are to make a living.
Until next time. .. .
Genelle
