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Above is J. Warren Kerrigan's mother ; and at the right is himself, as he is today. Below is the living-room in the home they shared so long and so happily
THIS is the story of the House that Jack Built. Its happiness and sorrows through the years. And of the sweet shadows that people it.
For the house that Jack built wasn't built solely of wood and plaster and glass and paint. It was built with character, too, and deep human experience.
So this is the story of a man who has seen visions — who, when his best beloved passed, caught a glimpse of eternity and found out a little about what heaven means, and life and death — who interests himself widely but very quietly now in many charities, the flood of his human love thus widening itself in quiet streams that water thirsty places.
A.nd_ then there is his invalid brother, for whom, it is said, his tenderness and care never falter.
I found Jack Kerrigan on the veranda of his rambling old home or, to be more exact, on his front lawn. One always does. He came to greet me. If one doesn't know him well, one speaks of him as J. Warren Kerrigan. But then, practically everybody does feel that he knows Jack. _ Even the truck drivers who have regular routes past his house — taking furniture and hardware and what-not, up to Bakersfield and other places, through the Cahuenga Pass — feel that they know Kerrigan and are his friends.
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Guide Him
With Her Passing Passed
J. Warren Kerrigan's Interest
in His Life-Work
By Grace Kingsley
"He always waves to us boys as we drive by, if we wave to him!" one exclaimed in delight the other clay to Lois Wilson's chauffeur, and the chauffeur told Lois. But Lois, you may be. sure, knew it already. Jack and Lois were supposed to have been engaged once. But nothing came of it. Maybe they never were. Yet there are those who say that Jack's love for his mother and his love for Lois were the two great devotions of his life. Jack has never married. You see he has always had responsibilities. First there were his six brothers and his sister. His dad was an Irish politician and you know what that means. Sometimes there was money and sometimes there was not. Jack was almost the sole suppor-t of the family after he was thirteen years old. His mother became an invalid, but that wasn't until much later, after she had done well her job of raising the seven. Even that wasn't all. The invalid brother was an invalid from the time he was four years old, when he had scarlet fever. He was always, somehow, Jack's peculiar care. He is yet.
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P. S. Cleveland