I admit I spewed a bit of coffee this morning when I saw this new-to-me clip freshly found in the January 3, 1917 edition of The Pensacola Journal:
“Mrs. Emmett Wilson?” GAH.
I turned immediately to all of my known and collected documents — and breathed a huge sigh of relief.
The “Mrs.” is a typo. Of course. I should know better — after all these years of researching Emmett, I’ve learned to take many of the articles written about him with a major grain of salt until I’ve done the background checking on the information. Editors interesting in pushing their agendas (I’m looking at you, Frank Mayes) said what they wanted about Emmett regardless of fitness for office, or the truth.
I should also know better than to read this stuff at 4 a.m. with only one cuppa under my belt.