The Honey Grove Citizen (Honey Grove, Tex.), Vol. 55, No. 28, Ed. 1 Friday, July 15, 1927 Page: 3 of 4
This newspaper is part of the collection entitled: Texas Digital Newspaper Program and was provided to The Portal to Texas History by the Honey Grove Preservation League.
Extracted Text
The following text was automatically extracted from the image on this page using optical character recognition software:
THE HONEY GROVE CITIZEN, HONEY GROVE, TEXAS.
M
m
hifp
m
m
if
P ;? <•' ; * x«
im
■f.r3
U. S. COTTON ACREAGE
SHOWS DECREASE THIS YEAR
AVIATORS
Washington, July 9.—This year’s
cotton acreage was placed at 42,683,-
000 by the department of agriculture
today in the first estimate of the sear
son. That was the area in cultiva-
tion on July 1 and is 12.4 pen cent
less than the area in cultivation on
July 25 last year.
Compared with the area picked
last year, it represents a decrease of
about 9.8.
Every cotton producing state show-
ed a reduction in acreage as compar-
ed with a yean ago. Texas reduced
her acreage by 2,105,000 on 11 per
cent.
Last year’s estimated acreage was
48.730.000 of which, 47,087,000n acres
were picked), producing 17,910,258
500-pound bales.
The report shows Texas to have
17.350.000 acre planted to cotton this
year.
SMALL ENOUGH TO CRAWL.
On a certain railway there was a
small but peppery local superintend-
ent who believed in following things
up in person. He had 'received com-
plaints that freight trains were in the
habit of stopping at a crossing in a
small town and thereby holding up
street traffic for long periods. He is-
sued orders, but still the complaints
came in.
One day he went down to the cross-
ing, where there stood, in defiance to
his orders a long freight train. The
engineer, who didn’t know him by
sight, stood complacently at his post.
“Move the train on”, roared the
superintendent. “Get off the cross-
ing so people can pass. Move on, I
say.
The engineer surveyed the ternptu-
ious little man from head to foot and
then drawled: “You go to the dick-
ens. You’re small enough to crawl
under.”
I see the airmen nobly faring along
their peril-ridden way; “There is no
end to human daring, to human for-
titude,” I say. The airmen turn
their dauntless faces to empty wastes
o’er land and sea; some disappear
and leave no traces in the enshroud-
ing mystery. There isi no route so
fraught with danger that airmen
won’t that course pursue and look
for routes still wilder,stranger, where
none before them ever flew. “What
the use’’ some are inquiring of kill-
ing useful men in crowds? What
profits all this zeal untiring up there
among the drifting clouds? This fly-
ing business is sc deadly the coroner
has no time to shave and every day
we sing a medley of dirges at some
victim’s grave. What do we gain by
all this flying, this soaring down the
cloudy aisles, since fine young men
are daily dying, smashed up by fall-
ing seven miles?” Nloi doubt such
questions come from tailors and laun-
drymen in olden times, when seeing
lion-hearted sailors set forts to look
for other climes. Majestic "steamships
now are sailing, as safe as churches,
o’er the sea, with luxury and speed
unfailing, because of pioneers like
these. Some day we’ll spurn the
mud and gravel that now make jour-
neys hard to bear in safety and in
state we’ll travel in noble ships that
plow the air. In Rochester or fair
Hoboken we’ll pour the breakfast cof-
fee down and when the evening bread
was? broken it will be done in Lunnon
town. We’ll watch the fleets of air-
ships flying, and know the meaning,
doubtless, then, of all these! accidents,
this dying, this lining up of crippled
men.—Walt Mason.
LETS FOOL HIM.
A one-time advertisement, like a sky rocket, may make a
lot of noise and call considerable attention to itself right
at the time, but it is the time-after'time repetition that
gets the satisfying results enjoyed by regular users of
space. There’s a reson.
We Have the Cuts and Copy to Aid
you in the Preparation of your Adver-
tising* Call us and Let us Help You,
The Honey Grove Citizen
HOW CRUEL.
North Sixth St.
Telephone No. 73 Honey Grove, Texas
WHAT THE GENT WANTED.
A theatrical troup arrived in a New
England town late one evening to find
that no accommodations were to be
had in the only hotel that the town
afforded. The landlord did not seem
to be a bit affected by the sad plight
of the tourists, but after much per-
suasion the old fellow said that they
could sleep in an abandoned church
across the street. For want of any
other shelter they accepted and re-
tired for the night.
Abonut two o’clock in the morning
the landlord heard the church bell
ringing vigorously and sent his son
over to see what was the matter. Joe
brought back the report:
“They ain’t nothin’ the matter,
Pop, but the gent in pew twelve wants
a couple of gin fizzes sent over right
away.”—Ex.
One in Ten.
Neglecting a little wound, cut or
abrasion of the flesh may in nine
cases out of ten cause no great suf-
fering or inconvenience, but it is the
one case in ten that causes blood' poi-
soning, lockjaw or a chronic festering
isiore. The cheapest, safest and best
course is to disinfect the wound with
liquid Borozone and apply the Boro-
zone powder to complete the healing
process. Price (liquid) 30c, 60c and
$1.20. Powder 30c and 60c. Sold by
The Pharmacy.
Renew Your Health
by Purification
Any physician will tell you that
“Perfect Purification of the System
is Nature’s Foundation of Perfect
Health.” Why not rid yourself of
chronic ailments that are undermin-
ing your vitality? Purify your en-
tire system by taking a thorough
course of Calotabs,—once or twice a
week for several weeks—and see how
Nature rewards you with health.
Calotabs are the greatest of all
system purifiers. Get a family pack-
age, containing full directions. Only
35 cts. At any drug store. (Adv.)
TO A YOUNG MAN
You are starting out in life and
you will soon have some very import-
ant decisions to make. No one else
can make them for you, but upon
these decisions will depend! very
largely whether your birth was a
blessing or a misfortune to yourself
and to the world.
There are many avenues open to
you, all leading in fairly definite di-
rections and each marked with a sign
board which may be deciphered by a
little earnest effort, even before you
set out on your journey.
One will lead to a successful bus!
ness or professional career; another
to a place of trust under an employer;
still others to less conspicuous, but
none the less honorable occupations
among the masses. Along each of
the highways you will find numerous
detours and branch roads. They are
also marked, although not always so
plainly as the safe path.
Sometimes you may risk a detour
and by good fortune and honest ef-
fort before it isi too late you may re-
gain the main road, but always at a
considerable loss.
The branch roads which diverge
and never return to the main line are
most dangerous to all. Some lead to
poverty, to dishonor, to imprison-
ment ,to a gallows, or an electric
chair.
Bht you do not have to take the
perilous routes, although you will
often be tempted to do so, lured by
the ease and pleasure which they ap-
pear to offer. These temptations
may test your stability and will-pow-
er to the utmost. Always you, and
you alone must decide.
Some young men of today will find
the almshouses, the penitentiaries,
the death cells and the dishonored
graves of tomorrow.
Resolve that you will not be one of
these. You need1 not be one of these,
if you will watch and heed the sign-
boards.—Cameron Enterprise.
They had been married for over two
years and were beginning to miss the
bliss and ecstacy of their courtship.
“John,” she sighed, “you have
changed so. Don’t you remember that
once you used to say such sweet
things to me? Often you would sing
snatches! of popular love songs to me,
but now you never do.”
“Oh, is that so?” he cried. “Then
how about this?”
He stood up and song loudly:
“I don’t care what you used to be, I
know what you are today.”
-o-
Subscribe for The Citizen.
WHITE “FLEAS” FOR A FACT
Little May had been listening to
some conversation between her ento-
mologist father and another. The
subject was black fleas.
“Wlhat about the white fleas, dad-
dy?” she asked.
“White fleas? I don’t think there
are any in this country.”
‘Oh, yes there are white fleas,” in
sisted May. “Don’t you remember
“Mary had a little lamb, it’s fleas
were white as snow?”
A COLLECTION IDEA.
“If you collect this money,” said
the hardware merchant, “I will give
you a regular job.”
To the merchant’s astonishment,
the young man returned in half an
hour with the money.
“How did you do it?” he gasped.
“I told him” said the young man,
“that if he didn’t pay me I would tell
all his other creditors that he had
paid.’
-o-—
GETTING PAID FOR IT
Oscar Cornelius, observant automo-
tive instructor of Little Rock, Ark
says he can tell an automobile driver’s
character by the car he drives.
A dangling license plate, muddy
fenders, idirty windows reveal slov-
eninesisi. A dusty top, despite a clean
and shiny body, discloses the persons
who revels only in outward appear-
ance.
The selfish, inconsiderate character
disports itself by criss-crossing the
packed boulevards. The hot-temper-
ed man or woman can’t leave that
frenzy at home, but in some little way
or other sets its marks on the car to
be discerned by the observant auto
mechanic.
The thought is discomforting to say
the least. Not even our most private
affairs are our own today. W/hat
can we do about it
Well, the only solution is to fool
those prying mechanics. Let’s keep
that can shiny. Let’s drive carefully.
Let’s not vent our temper on the in-
nocent car, only to have the garage
man cast an insinuating remark at us,
This automobile age has made rude
selfish, unsympathetic cavemen ‘^of
many of us. It has increased our
stock of profanity.
Let’s not divulge this to others
Let’s avoid being thoughtless and
profane and some how we might re
turn to our good former good natured
lives.—Paris News.
JUST PINS.
Subscribe now for The Citizen.
They were happily married but had
outlived at least a portion of the ro.
mance. However, they did still at-
tend thiei movies together. During an
intense love scene when the hero
was doing his stuff, wifey nudged
hubby and inquired:
“Why isi it that you never make
love to me like that?”
“Say,” he said “do you know the
salary that guy gets for doing that?
NO DANGER.
A woman engaged a new maid who
answered the door one afternoon,
man asked if her mistress was
home.
“Yes', replied the maid, “come right
in”.
“But,” stammered the visitor, “per-
haps she’s engaged.”
“Oh, she’s engaged, all right, but
he’s out of town for a week, so you
needn’t be afraid. Come right in.
How would you like to be me ? With
all my brass I never get anywhere un-
less somebody pushes me. I can hold
things together for other people, but
can do nothing for myself. I go
straight as long as I am let alone, but
the merest boy has power to make me
cr >oked. I can’t move myself, but
can m.'.ke a bald-headed professor
jump to the ceiling. I get only abuse
but I spend much of ?ny time on the
necks of pretty women. People
slander me and1 say, “cheap as a pin,’’
but I find some folks get all stuck up
because! I am around. I have picked a
thousand briars out of Johnnie’s toes,
but the best he could say for me in
his essay was , “Pins have snved mil-
lion of lives by people not swallerin’
’em.”
My trouble may oe that I head one
way and point the other. Anyway
feel quite useless; men never did like
me and women are finding it harder
and harder to discover a spot on their
garments wide enough to stick me
and not have me to be seen. You see
they want my services, but don’t want
to give me any “show.” Think I’ll
let the maid sweep me under a dressi-
er and take a long rest.”
-o-
Mrs. Theodore Hoffman, of New
York, recently received a postcard
mailed to her in 1915 from a point
twenty-five miles from her home.
♦♦♦*♦♦***++♦+♦♦
+ BRIEFLY TOLD
(In Hie Dearborn Independent) ♦
♦ ♦
+ •§. * + + —--****<•
Ninety-six per cent of the 54,318
rural mail routes have been motoriz-
ed.
Twenty-two hundred women fill
important executive positions with
banks.
Dial numbers have been convert-
ed into raised characters to enable
blind persons to tune-in different sta-
tions on the radio receiver.
A London hotel keeper has finished
his dining rooms in primrose and
blue because these colors cause the
diners to relax and be cheerful and
hungry.
The function of a recent calculation
invention, consisting of 15,000 parts,
is to predict high tides and low tides!
two years in advance for any port in
the world.
There were more than 5,150,000
hunting licenses taken out by sportsl-
men throughout the United States!
and territory of Alaska, during the
season of 1925-26.
The saying that “a cat has nine
lives’ ’is generally supposed to have
originated from the old myth that
Pasht, the cat-headed goddess of
Egypt, had nine lives.
Sense of smell is worth. $800 ac-
cording to a case in Paris where a
cook was awarded this amount for
the loss of his sense of smell when
knocked down by a taxi.
A robin built a nest in a mop on
the back porch of the home of a Chi-
cago woman. She secured another
mop and left the robin undisturbed
until a family of six were reared.
In Abyssinia, a telephone message
must first be written and handed! to
the operator, who, in turn, shouts, it
into the transmitter, no one else be-
ing permitted to use the instrument.
Since the state clothing syndicate
announced it would pay fifty cents
for every cat skin to be used in mak-
ing cheap fur coats, a war has been
waged on the cats in Leningrad, Rus-
sia.
Two billion dollars in gold are held
in the New York Assay Office in
Wial.1 Street, branch of the United
States Assay. Here was actually
amassed' the first billion dollars in
the world.
Biddy Ann, a white leghorn hen, in
Iowa., being deprived of her setting
of eggs, flew to the top of a tree and
took possession of a crow’s nest and
eggs. She comes to' earth, twice a
day for food and water.
A postal card three feet long and
two feet wide, and requiring one dol-
lar postage was recently received in
Chicago inviting the postoffice clerks
to attend the national, convention of
their organization in Indianaolis.
Wjhen Alfred McGee a wealthy
farmer near Glennville, Alabama died
he made the request that his grave be
near the highway and that the farm-
ers hauling their cotton to market
would call out to him in a loud voice
the price of cotton for that day. This
has been done for forty-five years.
A French watchmaker has invented
a watch that, tells time with hands, by
means of a moving dial which turns
inside a stationary rim. The min-
utes appear on the rim and opening
in the dial shows the hour. The cen-
ter makes a complete turn every min-
ute.
In the French Nigerian court of
Sulton Barmous, Hohammedan tradi-
tions are carefully preserved. Like
some Oriental despot of old, the Sul-
tan has his dinner served in solitary
state under a great mango tree, while
the court musicians, whose duty it is
to entertain him, play with backs
turned, since no one must see him
eat.
There is a Baptist church in Santa
Rosa, California, 60 feet wide and 100
feet long and with a seating capacity
of 400 that was built entirely from
timber sawed from one red-wood
tree. Although everything, except
the glass, used in construction was
furnished by the tree, only two-
thirds of the tree was needed and
60,000 shingles were left over.
SHE KNEW! HER MEDICINE
Little Helen (rejecting medicine)—
I don’t want to take the nasty bit-
ter stuff.
Mother—But how do you know its
nasty and bitter? You haven’t tast-
ed it.
Helen—You said it would be good
for me.
I
Upcoming Pages
Here’s what’s next.
Search Inside
This issue can be searched. Note: Results may vary based on the legibility of text within the document.
Tools / Downloads
Get a copy of this page or view the extracted text.
Citing and Sharing
Basic information for referencing this web page. We also provide extended guidance on usage rights, references, copying or embedding.
Reference the current page of this Newspaper.
Moyer, J. D. & Moyer, H. B. The Honey Grove Citizen (Honey Grove, Tex.), Vol. 55, No. 28, Ed. 1 Friday, July 15, 1927, newspaper, July 15, 1927; Honey Grove, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth648572/m1/3/: accessed April 25, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Honey Grove Preservation League.