The Crockett Courier (Crockett, Tex.), Vol. 23, No. 51, Ed. 1 Tuesday, January 16, 1912 Page: 1 of 8
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CROCKETT, TEXAS, JANUARY 16, 1912.
VOLUME XXIII—NO. 51.
WHERE IS HIS
IS COMMISSIONER LIVELY. HOLDING COUN-
TY OFFICE, A LEGAL CITIZEN OF
Having Moved His Family to Another Coun-
ty, Is He Not Disqualified to Hold
Office in This County? A
The Courier is in receipt of the
startling information that a member
of the Houston county commission-
ers' court, Commissioner Lively, hav-
ing moved his wife, children and
household effects to Dodge, Walker
county, is to continue to represent
commissioner's precinct No. 1 in
Houston county affairs at the county
seat; that he has no intention of
resigning his office, even though his
legal home is where his wife and
children live. The Courier was sur-
prised when it learned that Com-
missioner Lively had moved his
family and household goods to an-
other county, but its surprise was
even greater when it learned that
he proposed to hold on to his office.
It is a fact beyond question that
the commissioner has moved his
family and household effects to
Dodge. Is it not also a fact, as the
Courier hears from reliable sources,
that Commissioner Lively has sold
his home place in Houston county,
or did the sale fail to go through?
Will some one on the inside give
the Courier this information and
also information as to who the sale
was made to or about to be made
Now it being a fact that the com-
missioner's home is where his fam-
ily is and also a fact that his family
is living in another county, is it not
a fact that precinct No. 1 has no
legal representation in the Houston
county commissioners' court? That
is the nice question that the Courier
puts to the taxpayers and voters in
precinct 1. And if Commissioner
Lively is no longer a legal resident
of his precinct, ought he not resign
and let some resident of his pre-
cinct, whose interests are in the
county, represent his precinct in
Houston county affairs? Aside from
the question of his legal residence,
is it not a fact that a
interests and sympathies are where
his family resides—is that not where
his home and heart is?
The Houston county commission-
ers were in session Monday and the
Courier's information is that Com-
missioner Lively came direct from
his home and family at Dodge to
represent the people of a Houston
county precinct in affairs of impor-
tance and magnitude affecting
Houston county finances and des-
tinies. Now the question the Cou-
rier wants to submit to the voters
of commissioner's precinct No. 1 is,
have you a legal representative in
Houston county affairs? Aqd if
you find that you have not, then
what are you going to do about it?
Our information is that Commis-
sioner Lively says he will continue
Will be held at the H. A. Fisher farm, two miles from
the court house, on the Huntsville road,
Saturday Afternoon, January 18
Subsoiling, Tree Planting, Ditching, Stump Blasting
In Memory of Baby Jack Powell.
Dedicated to his father and mother,
Mr. and Mrs. J. 0. Powell, by his grand-
Amid the whirl and dizziness of
life's tragedy, in which Creation
seems to be but one great cloud, I
find myself brought suddenly to ba-
by Jack's sweet little grave, on the
hillock in Glenwood cemetery on
the sunny side. That is it. Thither
I would hasten night and day, and
in patting the soft grass I can feel
as if conveying some sense of love
to the little sleeper far down.
Do not reason with me about it;
let the wild heart in its delirium of
love have all its own way. Baby
Jack was scarcely three years old
when, like a dewdrop, he went up
to the warm sun and left my old
heart as I have seen ground left
out of which a storm had torn a
great tree. We talk about the in-
fluence of great thinkers, of great
speakers, and great writers, but
what about the little infant's power?
Oh, child of my heart, Jack; sweet
baby Jack! No poet has Ifeen so
poetical, no soldier so victorious, no
benefactor so kind as thy tiny, un-
conscious self. I feel thy soft kiss
on my withered lips just now, and
I would give all I have for one look
of thy dreamy eyes. But I cannot
have it. Yet God is love, not dark
doubt, not staggering argument, not
subtle sophism, but child-death, es-
pecially where there is but one,
makes one wonder, and makes me
cry in pain.
Baby! Darling baby Jack! I
could begin the world again without
á loaf or a friend if I had but thee.
Such a beginning, with all its hard-
ships, would be welcome misery.
I do not wonder that the grass will
be green and soft that covers your
sweet little grave, and that the
summer birds will sing their tender-
est notes as they sit on the branches
of some nearby tree.
My God! Father of mine, in the
blue heavens, is not this the heavi-
est cross that can crush the weak-
ness of man? Yet that green
grave, not three feet long, is to me
a great estate, making me rich in
wealth untold. I can pray there,
there I can meet the infant angels,
there I can see all the mothers
man's heart.| whose spirits are above; and there
my old heart says strange things in
strange words. Baby, darling baby
Jack; I am coming; coming soon!
Do you know me baby, Jack? Do
you see me, darling baby? Do you
look from sunny places down to
this cold land of weariness?
Oh! Jack, sweet, sweet baby Jack!
I will try for your sake to be a bet-
ter man. I will be kind to other
little babies, and tell them your
name, and sometimes let them
play with your toys. But oh, Jack,
darling baby Jack! my old heart
sobs and breaks.
Adv. E. Winfree.
WE WONDER WHY.
In loving memory of little Jack Powell by his
Dear Lord, we would not question thee,
Nor murmur at thy sad decree,
But we are prone to wonder why
Such cruel partings have to be.
We stood beside that beauteous form.
With tear-dimmed eyes that cannot see
The mystery of all thy ways,
And wondered why it had to be.
Dear little Jack, we miss you so!
Our aching hearts all yearn for thee.
We raised our streaming eyes to heaven.
And wondered why it had to be.
His mother's love, his father's heart,
The one wee lamb, their pride and joy,
We wonder why he had to go
Their one bright precious little boy.
Dear Lord, who gave thine only son,
Give us the faith and love to see
That thou couldst give thine all to us
And we should give our all to thee.
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Belott Nan's Dream.
As I have not seen anything in
your paper for sometime from Be-
lott I thought I would write a few
Health is very good in this part
of the country. Some bad colds.
Our old friend Austin is still con-
fined to his bed, but we hope to see
him enjoying life once more.
Our high school at Belott is get-
ting along fine. In speaking of the
school reminds me of my dream a
few nights ago. 1 dreamed of our
twenty-five hundred dollar bond
for our school building and our fifty
cent special tax for the mainten-
ance of the high school. This we
have, and my mind now goes out
in the future. I also dreamed that
the election on compulsory educa-
tion carried by a small majority
and in about one year another
election was held on rural free
schools and it carried. In two years
we were so well pleased with it
that several fine speeches from
some of our best teachers were
made to have another election on j
some causeways. So the election;
was also held and carried. The¡
causeways were built across the j
streams, the foot-logs were done
away with, hills were cut down and j
all hollows placed on the road-bed.
Shells were brought from the gulf
and put on the causeways and¡
levies. There was one electric line.
The line was only for the .teachers
to ride to their places of b"siness.
No cars to ride in, but something
like roller skates. The skates were
placed on the track and all the teach-
ers had to do was to step on the
skates and the janitor of the high
school buckled them on the foot
and touched an electric spring and
away they went, and the janitor
went in on the rural line. The
waterworks were up to date. Wash
basins to wash in and large signs—
one over the basin read, "Tip the
Basin After Washing." One of my
good friends, who is now a trustee,
said he would not do it, said he
would ¿o dirty first; and so he was
fired out and the writer got his job.
It seemed that this was about four
years of this up-to-date school. The
tax on this property had run so
high that we were not able to pay
it. Then the land was sold for its
taxes and a land syndicate bought'
the land in and we fellows were
renting the land. Right here 1
awoke and, oh, how good I did feel
when I found it was only a dream,
and I pray that I may never eat
anything again that will lie so
heavily on my stomach.
Now. my fellow readers, let us
study over this, though it be a
Have Women Intelligeace Enough to Vote?
A few days ago the writer wished
to know the names of the present
cabinet I asked merchants, doc-
tors, lawyers and politicians. I
asked big men and little men; I
asked bearded men and smoothe
men; old men and young men; good
looking men and ugly men; (very
few of the latter however,) and not
a mother's son of them could I coax,
cajole or beg into telling me tjie
names of the cabinet, I asked
dozens and scores of them.
I was cast down but not van-
quished. A faint ray of hope stirred
within me, when (happy thought)
I said I would ask a woman. A
fellow standing close by heard me
"No need to ask a woman; women
don't know nothin' no how about
I ambled out onto the pavement,
and the very first woman who was
asked to name the cabinet, did so,
promptly, graciously. She was not
expecting it either—took her all
unawares, as it were.
Have women the intelligence to
vote? R. M. Hamlin.
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Aiken, W. W. The Crockett Courier (Crockett, Tex.), Vol. 23, No. 51, Ed. 1 Tuesday, January 16, 1912, newspaper, January 16, 1912; Crockett, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth177658/m1/1/: accessed September 20, 2017), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting The Dolph Briscoe Center for American History.