Stephenville Tribune (Stephenville, Tex.), Vol. 33, No. 19, Ed. 1 Friday, May 1, 1925 Page: 6 of 10
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THE STEPHENVILLE TRIBtjNE, STEPHENVILLE, TEXAS
Stephenville Tribune
PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY BY
CLEMENTS * BIGGS. PsblUkara
would bo needed, of course with the
help of the (50,000 the highway de-
partment will give. A wonderful op
portunity to get a high type surfaced
highway. It will be the cheapest in-
vest nunt the property owners could
make, in the estimation of the Tribune
■ naara aa second-class mail mat-
ter at the postoffice in Stephenrille,
Twnaa, under act of Congress of
March , 1879.
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Any erroneous reflection upon the
ckatecter or standing of -any person
or Arm appearing in its columns will
be gladly and promptly corrected up-
on calling the attention of the man-
agement to the article in question.
Stephenville, Texas. May 1, 1925.
Stephenville property owners are
asking: for more street paving every
day. There should be no time lost in
getting more street paving started.
During the spring and summer
months would be a fine time for the
expenditure of $50,000 and working
people would get the advantage of it
when most needed.
Secretary Joe Pate, of the Chamber
of Commerce has been supplied with
all necessary entrance blanks to be
used in the Stephenville More Cotton
Contest. The Chamber of Commerce
wjll award to the farmers who raise
the most cotton on five acres $500 in'
cash, the money to be divided into
seven prizes. It appears that every
farmer who esn do so should enter
this contest, more especially since
there are no strings of any kind at-
tached to the contest. No fees, no re-
strictions except a line of general
rules which anyone can follow. In-
terested farmers should get in touch
with Mr. Pate aJt once.
MEDITATIONS OF A WOULD.
HE POET
(By Joe Sappington)
The rains of the past week wore
just what was needed for thousands
of miles of smiles in Erath county.
A smile on the face of every man,
woman and child is something that
looks good to any sane person. The
smiles are here; the plows arc busy
and soon the green corn fields, cane
fields and cotton tops will ho scenes *>t
returning prosperity and wo hope in-
dications for a rich harvest.
Spring, gladsome spring, is here
once more and all nature is happy and
gay. The season of spring has in-
spired man all down the ages to tune
his lyre and let go u lot of poetry.
No
jumped on It with both feet. However
that rebuff failed to quench the poetic
fire that burned in my noble young
bosom, and I continued to write of
love and spring and purling brooks,
and eyes of blue end black and brown,
and all kindred subjects.
But as before stated Cave Creek
was not a fertile field for poets, in
fact nobody cared a dern for them.
Old man Lee told me to my face that
if I were bis boy, he would make me
quit writing poetry or best me to
death. The blamed old one-legged
sohool teacher, who taught the Cave
Creek school, thumped my head every
time he caught me composing rhymes
and old Aunt Becky Stout attributed
my museful nature to atomach worms,I
and advised mother to dose me on
Vermifuge, guaranteeing it to bemove
said worms. Everybody in the com-
munity was against me except Lucy
Hanks, a pale faced tongue tied girl
with large dreamy eyes, and I reward-
ed her faith by finally dedicating all
of my verses to her.
Old man Hanks, Lucy’s pa, was a
large, heavy-set, bow-legged man,
with hair growing out his nose and
ears, whom every boy on Cave Creek
feared. Some one must have told the
old gorilla that I was sending poetry
to Lucy, for one day he came out in
the field where I was chopping cotton,
with a bundle of fools cap paper tied
Iwith a calico string, and threw it at
my feet with the remark: “Look here,I
young man, if you send any more ofj
this damn stuff to Lucy. 1*11 break I
The action of the commissioners
court in agreeing to set aside the sum J Creek were not strong for the muses
of $5000 to be spent on five lateral ---1---J ‘------- “
roads to the main highway in the Ste-
matter if I am gray and bald « j u
und wrinkled like an ancient male | eVffi Tb?,™7 n d, hear
sheep, spring still stirs my blood and
I can scarcely refrain from bursting
into joyous song and dashing olf a lot
of mushy poetry as was my want
back in the days of youth.
If I had had the right encourage-
ment when a boy, in all probability 1
would have become a poet of much
renown. But, alas. I received no en-
couragement. The old settlers of Cave
phenville-Chalk Mountain highway
proposition should insure the adop-
tion of this bond issue by the voters.
By this action no part of the district
■will la* left out of the road building
program, should the bonds he voted.
The money will be placed in the hands
of the commissioner of the precinct
and will be available as soon as the
bonds are approved and sold. The
court has also agreed that they will
only use what money is necessary to
build the road and not expend the en-
tire $75,000 if it can possibly he
avoided. Estimates placed on the
amount needed for the construction of
the road are placed at $5000 per mile,
and if this be the case only $50,000
ancWpoets and horse thieves with them
hail about the same social standing.
As rSr as-I know I’m the only Sap-
pington living or dead that ever at-
tempted to write poetry. 1 must have
inherited my poetic nature from my
mother’s side of the house, although
she stoutly maintained there had -nev-
er been a member of her father’^ farcl-
ily afflicted with insanity.
I had had luck with my first love
poem. 1 dedicated it to Mary Howe,
a winsome lassie of some fourteen
summers with black snappy eyes and
raven locks, whose name I made to
rhyme with cow. I tried my derndest
to find something besides cow that
would rhyme with Howe, but I could
not. Mary, being a high-strung girl,
threw my poetry on the ground and
Three Round Trips Each Week and More if Necessary.
PRICES ARE REASONABLE ___.
Stephenville Phone 543 or 227
Fort Worth Phone, Parent Garage, Lamar 985
HUNTER & WILLIAMS
TRUCK SERVICE BETWEEN
STEPHENVILLE AND FORT WORTH,
Statement of the Financial Condition of the
Farmers Guaranty
State Bank
the Close of Business April 6, 1925
>.....
Banking House, Furniture and Fixtures............
Other Real Estate______________________________________________
Interest in Depositors’ Guaranty Fund_____________
Assessments in Depositors’ Guaranty Fund.....
Bills of Exchange ..._______;______________________________________...
Commercial Paper ........................................
RESOURCES
$ 326;182.39
821.04
10,047.50
875.60
5,964.91
5,902.$3
- 15,968.37
. 89,000.00
Liberty Loan Bond- and Federal Reserve Stock..... .. 181,073.80
CASH ___________
Customers Bonds
TOTAL
LIABILITIES
Capital Stock
Surplus---
Undivided Profits Net .
DEPOSITS.........
Customers Bonds------—
TOTAL..
. 169,924.17
.. 502,225.00
$1,307,985.61
...$ 100,000.00
- 10,000.00
- 15,032.99
- 680,727.62
- 502,225.00
..$1,307,985.61
me?’’ I heard him all right and know-
ing how mean the old cuss was, took
him at his word. „
After the old man Hanks episode I
became sad and melancholy and spent
much time in musing. In one of these
spells I worked myself into a sort of
hypnotic state and imagined myself a
famous poet just returned to his na-
tive heath incognito, after an absence
of many years. Hearing that the
stranger with the long black whiskers
and flowing locks was none other than
the gentle youth whose early poetry
they had spurned, the people of Cave
Creek came in bunches to see me and
renew old friendships. But the mem-
ory of their cruel rebuffs made me
haughty and reserved. The first to
reach my side was Hary Howe, the
girl whose name rhymed with cow.
Poor Mary, there she stood, quaver-
ing like an aspen leaf in the presence
of greatness silently imploring me to
forgive her for destroying my first
love poem. I took her trembling hand
in mine, and looking long and deeply
into her sad, sad eyes, said: “I for-
give you Mary, but 1 can never be
anything to you but a brother.” Then
came old man Lee, the blamed old
nester who craved to whip me, and
the one-legged teacher who had
thumped my head, and Aunt Becky
Stout, who in the long ago thought I
was wormy, pawning as it were at
my feet, all of whom I turned upon
without even speaking to them. But
the climax of my musings was reach-
ed when Lucy’s he-parent carrle with
down-cast eyes and stood in my pres-
ence and in a quavering voice askyd
me to forgive nim for the unkind
words he had spoken to me that time
out in the cotton patch. And then in
a voice smelling of spring onions and
full of pity, I said: “I forgive you,
Mr. Hanks, not for your sake, but for
the sake of that noble daughter who
discerned that grain of greatness in
me when all others, even my own
family, turned their backs Upon me.
Say to her for me, Mr. Hanks, that it
is to her I attribute my greatness,
and I shall never forget her as long
as this heart beats in my noble bos-
om.” I then turned and walked sor-
rowfully away.
The memory of those boyhood days
when I wrestled with the muses comes
to me like the sad refrain of some old
song every spring when the birds, be-
gin to twitter and the roses start to
bloom. It’s a sweet memory of the
glorious days of youth and I cherish
it as one of my proudest possessions.
Mij Favorite Stories
■q utma S. COBB
Your Grandfather Laughed at
• This One ”
I do not pretend that theae stories
are all new, but merely that they are
the storlea which the writer like* beat
of tboae he has heard. Indeed, some
of them are old—very, very old. The
one which follow* has the merit of
antiquity. I am Including It In tha
present series because I think it la an
almighty good one.
On a south Georgia plantation a
group of darklea went coon-hunting
one night. Because of hla love for the
ancient and honorable sport they took
with them Uncle Sum, the patriarch of
the colored quarters. Uncle Sam was
over eighty year* old and all kinked
up with rheumatism. He hobbled along
behind the hunters as they filed off
through thb woods.
The dogs “treed" In a sweet gum
snag on the edge of Plpemaker
swamp, five miles from home; but
when the tree fell there rolled out of
the top of It, not a raccoon but a full-
grown black bear, full of fight and
temper.
The pack gave one choral kl-yl of
shock and streaked uwuy, yelping as
they went; aud the two-legged hunt-,
era followed, fleeing as fast as their
legs would carry them.
When they came to a moonlit place
In the woods they discovered that Un-
cle Sam was missing; but they did not
go back to look for him—they did not
even check up.
“Pore ole Unc’ Sam !" bemoaned one
of the fugitives, between pants. “His
ole laigs must ’a’ give out on him ’foh
he went ten jumps. I reckln dat bear's
feastin’ on his hones right dla min-
ute.”
“Dat’s so! Dat’s so!” grunted one of
the others. “Pore Unc’ Sam I”
When they reached the safety of the
cotton patches In an exhausted state
they limped to Uncle Sam’s cottage to
break the news to the widow. There
was a light In the wijidow; and when
they rapped at the 4o6i\ and It opened,
the sight of him Who faced them
across the threshold made them gasp.
“Foh de Lawd!’’ exclaimed one.
“How you git hoah?”
“Me?” said Uncle Sant calmly. “1
come ’long wid de" dawgs.”
(Copyright by th« Central Preas A««<>cl*tlon.)
HEREFORD BULLS FOR SALE—
Hava 12 registered Hereford bulls,
ranging from yearlings to 2’a. Am
offering them at bargain prices. If
interested see or write A. B. Year-
wood, Stephenville, Rte. 8.
LET us fill your next prescription.—
The Cross Drug Store.
FOR the beat auto top* and tmrtaina
come to Hill’s Shoe Shop, All work
guaranteed.
MORGAN MILL
Louis Hancock and family of New
Mexico, are visiting relatives and
friends in and near Morgan Mill, this
week.
Wade Holly and family of Stephen-
ville, visited last week with Mr. and
Mrs. J. E. Underwood.
Joe Mason Hancock left last Wed-
nesday for Graham.
Rilla Stigler, Dixie Forster and
Marie Lewis of John Tarleton Agri-
cultural College were home for the
week-end.
Miss Velma Evans has returned
from Trent, Texas.
Olin Terry and wife, Mrs. Owens
and small son, Carrol, of Dallas, and
Bernice Terry of Fort Worth, were
wedk-end guests of J. P. Mason and
family and W. P. Hancock and family.
Bret Nicholson was over from Ris-
ing Star, Sunday.
Laurence Hancock and wife were
Sunday guests of C. E. Hancock, and
wife. ‘-o
Misses Opal and Merle Gaither of
Stephenville, were home last week-
end.
Misses Mamie Middleton of Steph-
enville, visited home folks, last week.
Frank Howard and family of Fort
Worth visited n few days last week
with A. Howard and wife.
W. P. Hancock, Adrian Hancock
and J. J. Mason motored to Brown-
wood, Sunday.
J. W. BroWn was called to Lipan,
Tuesday on account of the illness of
his mother.
EVERGREEN
The Tarleton Band headed by D. G.
Hunewell, director, will leave today
for Mineral Wells where they will
make camp and prepare to take part
in the festivities of the West Texas
Chamber of Commerce, and also to
compete with other school bands over
the State for first honors.
Banking
Headquarters
Make our bank your financial headquarters—visit us
often and consult us freely.
Think of us in the broader sense of an institution
where business information and credit details can be
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obtained quickly, without any disagreeable waits.
If you can dismiss from your mind the fact that our
only function is to accept deposits and pay checks, we
can greatly increase our value to each other.
Ike Stephenville State Sank
J. W. MOSS, President JNO. M. WATTS, Ass’t. Cashier
L. W, PHILLIPS, Cashier JACK TEDDLIE, Ass’t. Cashier
A GOOD BANK IN A GOOD TOWN IN A GOOD COUNTY
Price
Less
FOR MONUMENTS
See L. A. MEADOWS
General Representative for thia District
Quality
Best
YOU GET WHAT YOU BUY FROM US
Written Guarantee with Every Job
Office over Stephenville State Bank STEPHENVILLE, TEXAS
From Factory to Cemetery. Saving you the
Service Middleman’s Profit Satisfaction
First Class Guaranteed
r
The above statement is true and correct.
JNO. W. FREY, Cashier
J. J. BENNETT
R. N. CARLTON
R. E. COX
DIRECTORS
W. H. FREY
EARL L. FREY
JNO. W. FREY
H. H. HARDIN
CHAS. NEBLETT
John Boucher and family of Alarm
Creek spent Saturday night in the
home of J. V. Stephens.
A large crowd attended singing at
Sylvan Sunday afternoon.
Tom Stephens and family spent
Monday afternoon in the home of Lee
Drlsketl at Cedar Point.
Miss Lola Allen is working in Ste-
phenville, this week.
The young people enjoyed a parly
at the home of George Hester, Fri-
day night.
Berry Bagwell and family of Sel-
den spent Sunday in the home of J.
W. Bagwell.
_ _ 1
It Has Bee Done
and It Can Be Done
"John W. McFarlane planted his cotton May 7 on his farm in Anderson
county. - His yield was better than two bales an acre.
“F. H. Littleton of Vernon, Wilbarger county, planted his cotton May 16
and made more than two bales an acre.
“Philip Noto of Brazos county planted his cotton March 14 and raised1 a
total of 4,631 pounds of lint on five acres.
"W. N. Harkness of Hooks, Bowie county, had to replant his cotton June 9
and made 3,574 pounds of lint on five acres.'
if - - Li
“Luther Vaughn of Buffalo, Leon county, planted his cotton May 16 and got
a total of 3,830 pounds of lint off five acres.
“This shows a wide variation in planting dates, from March 14 to June 9th,
or almost three months. It shows that much may happen between the middle of
April Mid June 9. There is no reason for gloom.”—(Sunday Dallas News, April
19th, 1925.)
We do not know any of the above gentlemen, but we do know that they are live, wide-awake
progressive farmers or they could not have done what they did do in one of the hottest, dryest
spring and summers that ever hit our Grand Young State.
If we were inclined to gamble we would bet dollars to doughnuts, that practically all, if not
all of them, used some high grade of Commercial Fertilizer and used it in liberal quantities.
We are quite sure that all of them feed their live stock on Cotton Seed Meal, Cotton Seed
Hulls nnd Cotton Seed Cracked Cake, if they do not they should get the habit, for it is now,
has been and always will be, quality considered, the cheapest and best live stock feed on the
market.
You all know that we are manufacturers of Cotton Seed Meal, Cotton Seed Hulls and Cot-
ton Seed Cracked Cake, and if you read your local papers, and if you don’t you should, you
know by this time that we are Agent for one of the best Brands of Commercial Fertilizers ever
offered to the farmers of Texas or any other state—SWIFT’S RED STEER BRAND. It posi-
tively has no superior and very few equals.
Call around and talk your Feed aqd Fertilizer troubles over with us, we are a HOME IN-
STITUTION and here to serve you. “NUF SED.”
Stephenville Cotton Oil Mill
(Not Inc.)
(This advertisement is being repeated at the request of friends.)
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Stephenville Tribune (Stephenville, Tex.), Vol. 33, No. 19, Ed. 1 Friday, May 1, 1925, newspaper, May 1, 1925; Stephenville, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1134942/m1/6/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Dublin Public Library.