The Hondo Anvil Herald. (Hondo, Tex.), Vol. 46, No. 5, Ed. 1 Friday, August 21, 1931 Page: 7 of 9
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THE FARM PROBLEM.
THE OLD MUSICIAN.
By A. S. Dr»per,
A pen picture.
Slowly the old musician fingered the key-
board,
He called Hie keys H.s friends, stroking the
loved ones tenderly.
They answered thus, the toaster’s touch,
telling teles of long a I'd
And chanted lowly the 'd sweet memories
of the past;
Then only as the soul can lead one on the
old man played.
It was the story of his life,- -he had it on his
finjfer tiiss.
They seemed to whisper to the keys the
story of the past;
The song < f hires, the murmur of the brook
and the quivering of the leaves
Told of a happy youth, then the mad rush
of the torrent.
The wild cry of the storm, and the crash
of the breakers heating on a rocky
shc^e.
Told of trubulent days and of shattered
hopes.
After the storm had passed the master till
placed on;
The lingering sunset ting- d ’he long wide
sweep of the billows.
The dying wind spoke of the distant shore
and of other lands.
Thpn the tale grew ad. Torn and f atten d
sai!s swayed o’er a battered hull,
A low moaning at the b"r ,vas heard. fhe
ship hod rot'”n',d
The music stooped at eye. The lifeh s?
fincers hid no more to fell.
For the o'd me m ia- wps dead.
IN FARE’.VI LI
t ummer
‘ -me running
"fe creet me,
With Dower; m he ■ t’pir
On a m-e n drenched ni Id —
Stayed
•lust long enough;
To show me
Shadowed pools
Wbm- ij]j,
And hot praiii
W itbs 1 row e. and ■ /• ’1.
A Til ••.err! the hied?;
With her own httle s*
Then
1 t innier.
FI unpin?
"iih her fingers
On her lips.
! eft me
With a promise
In farewell
Of red berries
And golden leaves
To come
In the fall!
Mary Oct avia F>avis.
COMPANIONSHIP.
By C. W. Johnson.
I hear a voice th>t speaks to me;
I sense a presence 1 cannot see.
I feel the band that leadeth me
On mountain tops or by the sea.
In times of joy and times of pain.
In davs of sunshine and of rain.
Where'er I go. where’er 1 be,
1 know God’s hand still leadeth me.
Christ walks with me rhe by my side;
-My love for Him 1 n u<4 i ot hide!
Fo sure am 1 He know the way,
I will not fear hot trust alway.
He is my hope, my glide, my ligh ;
When life
No fear have I of any da .
When Christ is with Me c the v.
(Continued from page one)
fused the farmers the same privilege, this same
hanker may think the farmers radical when they
crumble that they are not getting a square deai.
Vet. the farmers’ products are indispensable and
their customers are certain as the continuance of
life. If loan are made, the rate of interest is
usually 10 per cent, or more. Compel any large
industry to pay 10 per cent interest and that
industry will s<>on advertise its woes to the
public.
It w uld he unf iir to condemn individual hankers
for refu; it g to loan money to farmers for the
put t use of holding their products for a profit.
They may not he permitted to do so and again
m y may have no faith in the effort. They
ire not accustomed to this policy. Yet, this does
not remove the absolute necessity for such help.
We nw-t remember that no economists of note
are -pi king in favor of farm products being
impounded by the f rmers and held for a pre-
! • rcp-cd rri’-e, based upon productive costs.
' • r; burin s- that succeeds is so run. Money
loiot-d 1 the purpose of producing crops de-
lete I’ many hazards, but when production is
i tioil reality our money lenders appear to
• filial to m mom y on them for the pur-
of enabling farmers to secure profitable
prices.
(Continued next week) *
THAT WOMAN OF YOURS.
By R. L. Campbell. *
•
Make good for her, be to her true, •
For she has placed her all on you. •
She is the lady of your dreams, *
Hut don't forget that she dreams dreams; *
That in her man she sees a knight *
Who for her sake would dare to fight *
Against all odds until success. •
Will crown his efforts; nothing less. *
Her dreams of you all visualize
A man who will not compromise
On average success, but who
Will make her day dreams all come true.
She likes to see you put on airs,
And make good in the world’s affairs.
Then prove to her that you are true
For she has staked her all on you.
With faith enough within yourself
You eanot fail to win pelf;
•Just see yourself as she sees you
And you will make her dreams come true.
The luxuries you think she craves
Are not mere baubles. What she craves
Are all trophies, for they let her
Prove her man is a go-getter.
Make good for her, he to her true.
For she has staked her all on you.
Xiid though your task at first be hard
I’m sure that she will be your pard;
That she will worship at your shrine.
And never waver from the line.
Her happiness then do not mar,
But be the man she thinks you are.
PURELY SUNG UPON.
THE PRICKLY PEAR.
By Mrs. Elizabeth Giles Winn.
One lovely summer day
The birds were singing gay
Their melodies so sweet and clear.
Green branches swayed in time.
That happy day in June;
PHncMcd was every thought of fear.
There seemed to float through space
An echo of each tune.
The red-bird -ang unto his mate,—
I thought that surely fine;
I faithfu’ness did trace,
Because he warbled on till late.
His love-call divine.
Though now ’tis nearly fall,
1 still remember all,—
The memories are sweet and dear—
The echoes that I heard.
And the music of ea'‘h bird.
Are soothing undertones of life.
Ah, should I live for years.
They'll still the aching fears
That often cut me like a knife.
When I am dead and gone.
The echoes of each song
I trust will linger very near,
And on the breezes play
That hear by soul along.
By Geo. E. Pentecost
I am the lowly prickly pear,
With vestments made of thorns;
I thrive the best in Texas air,
\Y here cattle grow long horns.
I am the lowly prickly pear,
And ask no odds at all;
Hut, s inging those who pass my lair,
1 make the bravest bawl.
OVER THE HILL.
* * *
* • * • *
TWINKLING STARS.
By Emma Allen Bailey
Pretty -ears, all twinkling bright,
How I've watched you in the night.
See you twinkle, twinkle there—
G< ' has placed you w ith great care.
And your shining, twinkling face
Plainly shows God’s wondrous grace!
By Fletcher Darii.
Oh the road seems the longest when we are
weary
And our hope the weakest when the way ia
dreary;
P,ut ever, though the gloom of night be the
deepest.
Just over the hill that seems the roughest,
steepest,
In the light of breaking day. with strength
all hut spent. , . ,
I've found there lies the restful \ ale or
sweet Content!
Then, in courage strong, let us on our way
press on.
Knowing that beyond the hill lies the glo-
rious dawn!
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Davis, Fletcher. The Hondo Anvil Herald. (Hondo, Tex.), Vol. 46, No. 5, Ed. 1 Friday, August 21, 1931, newspaper, August 21, 1931; Hondo, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth564273/m1/7/: accessed July 16, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Hondo Public Library.