June 21, 1896
TO CORRESPONDENTS -- When writing letters to Big Hat's department for publication, write on one side of the paper only. Printers never turn their copy, and the editor has no time to rewrite half, or even part, of your letters. Give your full name and address. Anonymous letters are never printed. These rules are imperative.
ALLENE JOHNSON, Whitesboro, Grayson Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Some of the cousins have kindly asked me to write again. My school was out the 15th of May, and I was promoted from the fourth to the fifth grade. As I don't think any of the cousins are going to answer my riddle, I suppose I will have to do so myself. It is currants. "Higgledy, piggledy, here we lie, picked and plucked and put in a pie." "My first is snapping, snarling, growling," is the "cur," and "My second is industrious, romping, and prowling," are the "ants." I think that if every one of the cousins that do not ask help in writing their letters to Mr. Big Hat would put a little cross after their letters, it would be very interesting to him. I will put a cross at the end of mine, to show him I wrote it all myself.
NELLIE YATES, Forney, Kaufman Co., Tex. -- Miss Big Bonnet: You look so cute sitting in Mr. Big Hat's chair, and I think you are real pretty. How old are you? I think you are 5 years old. Miss Big Bonnet, if you will send me your picture I will send you mine. Now you have your new dress. I think you and Mr. Big Hat could come and see me. This is my second attempt to write to The News. Miss Big Bonnet, do you go to school? Our school is out. It will commence in September and I will be glad. I spent the day with my little cousin. Mr. Big Hat, are you going to have a summer school this year? Miss Big Bonnet, do not let Peggy get my letter. Hattie Simmons, come again. Your letters are very interesting. How are Sally Rose and Thomas Williams getting along? I have two dolls; they are very pretty.
MAUD FOY, McKinney, Collin Co., Tex. -- Good morning to you all! It has been some time since I wrote to the Cozy Corner. Hedwig Pfeffer, I received those mallows, and sent you the postage. I want you to let me know if you received my letter? My chums, Alice and Tennie Lewis, were here last Sunday. We had a fine time. Mr. Big Hat, I will send in this $1.35 for the Sam Houston memorial stone for this month. Cousins, I tried to make up some money for the stone at Newhope school. Some of the girls made fun of me. They were too large to do that way, I think. I will tell the cousins how much I made off of my hen. I sold 55 cents worth of eggs, 60 cents worth of chickens, and the hen I sold for 20 cents. I sold the chickens at 5 cents apiece as soon as they were hatched. Mr. Big Hat, I think it would be the best for you to set a day for the cousins to meet at the fair; don't you, cousins? Miss Big Bonnet, you and your Big Brother come to see me this summer. I will give you all the fine chicken and peaches you can eat. I stuck the pitchfork in my foot, and I can hardly walk. I will ask some questions and answer one. Maxie McGregor, it was Aaron's sons who wore bonnets. Whose dream did the Pacific railroad realize? When and where was the centennial exhibition held? Who planned and carried out the laying of the first ocean cable? What president was a Baptist? I will send Miss Big Bonnet a paper doll. I think it looks like her. Mr. Big Hat, you must give it to her.
LESSIE CARLISLE, Killeen, Bell Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins, after faithful watching of the Cozy Corner for several months, I find my letter in print. Many thanks to you, Mr. Big Hat, and success to your valuable paper. You can rest assured you have our sincere thanks for the space given the cousins. I think it a grand opportunity for the children to correspond with each other. Cousins, I would be glad to correspond with any of you, so disposed. I received a nice letter from a cousin [in] Hill county, Tex., the other day. She is the first of the cousins to write me a letter. Perhaps some of you have read her letters in The News. Her name is Bessie Smith. Dear cousins, you who have always lived in Texas, I wish you could go to old Alabama, where I was raised. It would be a grand sight to you. We lived in east Alabama, about twelve hundred miles from here. We left our old home in December, 1895, and landed at Killeen four days later. It was a long, wearisome trip. I send 10 cents for the Houston memorial stone.
JOHN JONES, Valley Creek, Fannin Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: As Peggy has eaten four of my letters, I thought I would write again. If Peggy gets this one I will never write again, but if you will be kind enough to print my letter I will write again. I have a pet squirrel. I am a farmer's boy. I live two miles from Valley Creek. I go to the postoffice twice a week. I see Herbert Taylor has got back from his buzzard ride. Miss Big Bonnet is in Big Hat's chair this week, and she has thrown that old bonnet away and looks pretty nice.
LUCY KATE BOZEMAN, Armour, Limestone Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here comes another little Texas girl to join your happy band. My father takes The News, and I have been reading the cousins' letters, and enjoy them very much. I am a little girl 8 years old. I am in the third reader. My mother teaches me at home. My cousins is with me this summer and she will write a letter to the cousins, too. I think Miss Big Bonnet is pretty. I hope Peggy won't gobble up this letter, as it is my first attempt. I have two dolls. One is named Susie Sunbeam. I go to Sunday school and preaching every Sunday. I have no brothers or sisters. I have a pet cat and a calf, and a pet chicken. I wish I lived in Dallas, and then I could get acquainted with Little Miss Big Bonnet.
ALICE LUCRETIA COPP, Cotulla, La Salle Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here comes another little girl, 10 years old. This is my first attempt to write to The News. I am in the fourth grade. Our school closed in March. I was so sorry. We are not going to have any private school this year. I have two brothers and two sisters. We have two Jersey cows. I milk one of them. Miss Big Bonnet, come again.
CALLIE BRITAIN, Oak Cliff, Dallas Co., Tex. -- Little Mr. Big and cousins: It is a pleasure to write to the cousins' department. Our thrashing is done. I am a little girl 10 years old. I have no pets but a dog. I hope Peggy will be gone to his meals when this arrives. Miss Big Bonnet, come again.
ADDIE JONES, Carlton, Hamilton Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and all the cousins: As this is my first attempt to write to the Cozy Corner, you can not expect much of me, but I will try to do better the next time. Papa has been taking The News a long time, and I think it is a good paper. I love to read all the cousins' letters and think them very interesting. I live four miles northeast of Carlton, nine miles west of Hico, on Gilmore creek. I go to school at Gilmore school house. I live in the timber. I have been going to school, but school has been out over a month. I was sorry when it was out, for I do like to go to school. There is going to be a picnic at Gilmore the 10th of July. Mr. Big Hat, you and all the cousins must be sure to come. Ludie Sanders, come again. You write such interesting letters. Herbert Taylor, I enjoyed your story about the ride on the buzzard's back. I guess you was glad when you got back home. I am 13 years old. I guess that I had better close for fear Peggy will get my letter. Mr. Big Hat, please feed Peggy well with oats, so he won't be hungry when my letter gets here.
LUDIE SANDERS, Peede, Kaufman Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Again the opportunity offers and with an eager grasp of my pen I will try to interest you all for a few moments, if Mr. Big Hat and Peggy will permit. I have just finished reading the cousins' letters, and give those cousins from different states a hearty welcome. Well, if there isn't one from Liverpool, Eng. Also California and Oregon. How nice to be sure. Willie P., we already have the nicest page in the [land] I think. What a charming page the women's department now is! Mr. Big Hat, please let me thank Sister Patsy for her kind and generous words to the "Little Men and Women." One can learn valuable information from such a bright page. Cousins, since I last wrote I have received good news and probably my studying has not been in vain. My half brother, who is postmaster at Minerva, Milam county, saw my letter in The News and a week afterward I received a letter from him saying perhaps he could arrange for me to go to college if papa and mamma could spare me. Isn't this simply grand for only a half brother to do for me? I thank him more than words can tell. This will not seem like plowing in the waving corn fields of Texas, which I have been doing of late. My little bud and I laid by about thirty-three acres of corn all ourselves with the exception of one day's plowing. At night my feet would be so swollen I could hardly walk at all. Any way, mamma called me grandma. I'll own I did feel kind of old. Who wouldn't after plowing so much? Cousins, the first day I plowed, after going to bed, as soon as I would doze I would hit a stump (now don't laugh), which of course would arouse me from slumber, but I could do nothing but doze and strike another stump. So now you who plow just shut your eyes and grit your teeth when ever you go to pass a horrid stump. F. F. Sanders, I have not seen your letter in print as yet. Haven't you enough courage to write. Thank you, Jimmie J., for your compliment, but I think that all the cousins write better letters than I do. Bessie Smith, tell your friend to be more careful in reading, and as certain who is a boy and who is a girl; and you, too, Bessie, for George Eliot was a woman. (I only know through reading one piece about her in the Woman's Century over a year ago.) How I wish I were in Bessie Milam's shoes, for once in them I could never be pulled out. To me there isn't anything any nicer than music. One surely can not be as happy who does not possess a talent for music as they who do. Well, I have never seen a Sanders yet who could not sing, and I am one among many of their girls who possess a strong voice for singing. My voice has been heard two miles. I noticed one cousin said that she (I believe it was a girl) lived in Waco. I have a brother there at Add-Ran college, and he said he might work on the college some. So the first slim, peaked faced fellow you see you may say he is my brother. Eugene Simpson, I do not remember of ever having met you at all. Come again. Susan Short, how I wish you were here; I'd give you a rest up. We would live in the orchard if you liked to live on such diet. But oh, didn't Rachel come it on me? I haven't phrenologized her head yet. Mr. Big Hat, are you going to have another summer school? If so how long will it last and may I be permitted to join again? We have about ninety-two geese and also fifty goslings. I will ask a question: Do synonymous words have the same signification and are there many words in the English language that are exactly synonymous? Lawrence Fountain, come again, please. With this I send 10 cents for myself and also 10 cents for Obadiah A. Wright of Peede for the Sam Houston stone.
PET L. KELLEY, Paris, Lamar Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Many days have passed since I last wrote to the Cozy Corner, and I now take much pleasure in writing to it again. I wonder if any of the cousins have ever taken any notice of the curious fact that helps us to remember the death of George Washington. It took place at 12 o'clock on Saturday night, Dec. 14, 1799. If you notice you will find that this is in the last hour of the last day of the second week in the last month of the last century. My school is out, and, as I said in one of my other letters, I was in the seventh grade. I failed in the examination and did not pass to the eighth grade. To get to pass I will have to go to school this summer, but as it is so warm here I don't expect I will. I think it is every one's duty to try to fit themselves for some office in business, and this is what I intend doing, by making a school teacher of myself. I see there are quite a number writing from Honey Grove. I like to see letters from there, as it used to be my home. I lived over in the pecan grove which Joe Farmer spoke of in his letter, but we did not like the place much because it was so lonely. There was a pond only a few yards from the house, and of course the frogs kept lively music, making everything seem more dismal than it really was. Mabel Sweetman, you promised to write and tell us more about St. Augustine. Have you written yet? If you have I failed to see your letter, and if you have not you have my invitation to write again soon. I like to read and hear about places that are marked in history for what they once were or what occurred there. I like history better than any study, although I never studied it but once. I think ancient history is the most interesting, and last summer I read a history of the world. I intend reading another, which is more complete, this summer. Some one asked when the beautiful queen, Cleopatra, died. It was in the year 30 B. C. Another one of the cousins spoke of George Eliot as being a man, but she was mistaken. George Eliot was a woman and her real name was Marian Evans. She was the author of many works, and for some time there was a great deal of curiosity excited as to the personality of the unknown write. I am half crazy to read "The Mill on the Floss," which was written by her. At any rate, I think the little girl who made this mistake writes a nice letter, and I hope she will write again. I will ask a question: When were Lincoln and Garfield elected? I am 13 years of age now and solicit correspondence from girls near my own age.
GEORGE KENNEDY, Groesbeck, Limestone Co., Tex. -- Little Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have written to this department once and succeeded in getting my letter published, so I will try again and see if I have good luck. I am now staying in the country with my friend, Starley Alford, who lives on a farm about seven miles from Groesbeck, which is my home. I have lots of fun riding horseback and chunking rabbits. I know that to chunk them is cruel, but as we boys know, when a boy gets in the country he can not help it. This morning as I was riding about, my horse began to want to lie down, but I kept him up until I stopped and hitched him, and he started to lie down again. So I pulled the saddle off, and he layed down in a very bad spell of colic. They bled him in the mouth, but that didn't do him much good, so they pumped some soap suds into his stomach and turned him into a little grass lot and soon he was all right. I rode him back home this evening. I will ask a question: Who was Copernicus and what did he believe?
STARLEY F. ALFORD, Groesbeck, Limestone Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I concluded I would write again. I was going to school when I wrote before, but school is out now. I got the first prize in the final examination, a very pretty pocket dictionary, which I am very proud of. Since school has been out I have been staying in the count[r]y. My friend, George Kennedy, and I are going to town this evening. George was very much frightened when his pony took sick. So was I, for I thought he was going to die; but he all right now. It is very dry here now, and if it does not rain soon there will be no corn made around in this settlement. We have done work until it rains. Cousins, I know we all wish to have a good education, so there is no use in saying anything else about it. If this is the only letter Peggy gets he will be very hungry, for this is too little to give him a taste. I will ask a question: Name three Spanish explorers and discoverers.
VERNITA SHREVE, Armour, Limestone Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here comes another Texas girl to join your happy band. I am 13 years old and go to school in Mexia, but am spending vacation with my cousin here. I love my teacher dearly. I will be in another room next year. I have been reading the cousins' letters and thought I would write. I have one brother and one sister. We have no father or mother. I have no pets at all. I go to Sunday school and attend preaching every Sunday. My cousin and I have nice times playing with her dolls. My little sister is in Dallas now. She lives with Uncle Dan Corley. This is my first letter to the Cozy Corner, and I am afraid the cousins will think it not very interesting. I will ask some questions: What governor fled to Mexico and why? What president of Texas in 1852[?] was United States minister to the Argentine Republic, and was called the "Chevalier de Bayard of Texas history?" I hope you will give Peggy something to eat for I don't want him to gobble up my letter.
JOE M. DAWSON, Italy, Ellis Co,. Tex. - Dear cousins: After withholding from you for a time the tiresome productions of my energetic pen, I will once more venture forth and "launch into a nobler strain," as the poet expresses his desire for something more grand and sublime. So Herbert Taylor has at last returned from his journey, and is ever ready to describe with a feeling of pride and, we must add, of boastfulness, the events of that long season, which brought so many joys to his romantic soul. Joe Farmer is certainly acquainted with the road from Texas to Tennessee after reviewing his trip in such a delightful manner as he did in The News. What has become of Genevieve Myrdock? I suppose she is too busy waiting on that lazy brother of hers to write. I beg y our pardon, Miss Genevieve, for terming you a little girl. When I wrote it I had forgotten who it was said she wanted to correspond with me, but could not for the reason she named. I knew that you were not very small, for a small girl could not write such good letters unless she should happen to be a genius. Do not understand me, however, to be disputing that you are a genius. I am fully satisfied of that. Dora E. Murchison is a hummer, isn't she? We could have an interesting time if we had about fifty such correspondents as she is and could try our hand at writing something good and interesting. Speaking of writing brings to mind Bayard Taylor and how he made himself a great name. Born in a country village, his advantages in an educational line were very few. In fact, he had no advantage of any kind, and think, boys and girls, of being sent out in the world at the age of 17 to battle with its hardships and disappointments! But he had pluck and determination to spur him on and was of necessity bound to succeed. The one great desire of his heart was to be a great poet. As a boy he studied in spare moments French and Latin, and wrote some verses occasionally. Finally he decided that to become a writer he must first see something, and to see he must have money and position. He set about getting a place as reporter on some big newspaper, and to do this he must have something to show his literary qualifications. So he collected his wandering verses into a little volume, which he called Ximena. He then succeeded in obtaining a commission for letters of foreign travels from Horace Greeley for the Tribune. This commission, however, was only conditional, but the Saturday Evening Post and the United States Gazette each paid him $50 in advance for twelve letters from abroad. His letters of travel brought him $500 a year, off of which he managed to support himself. His hopes were now beginning to be realized, and when he got out his first book, "Views Afoot," he must have felt very much gratified, for it went through six editions in one year. His fame increased so fast that he was soon made assistant editor of the Tribune. He kept up his travel and in a short time had finished a round dozen books descriptive of his journeyings. He became quite popular as a lecturer, but he hated the platform so badly that he did not get to be so famous as he might have been. All through this time he had never given up being a poet, and almost succeeded in being a great one. How passionate seems his "Bedouin Love Song:"
"I love thee, I love but thee,
Bayard Taylor died in Berlin in 1878. He has just reached the prime of his life. What might he not have been if he had lived? A master of a score of different languages, author of over a dozen books, all good, and a traveler to every habitable part of the globe, he died honored and revered. This man mad himself what he was. Can we not "make our lives sublime" too? "Life is real, life is earnest." Let us then be up and doing, with a heart for any fate!"
JOE FARMER, Rutherford, Gibson Co., Tenn. -- Dear Texas cousins: I perpetrated such an unpardonably long letter upon you before that I fear I shall not meet with an uproariously hearty welcome this time, especially from our fairer cousins, which sex I am told, often dislike to be out talked, but I want to say right here that I don't believe such a report. However, I will try not to be so voluminous this time, whether that be a barrier to fair favor or not. You who are so unfortunate as to remember my last epistle know that I tried in my poor, stammering, blundering way to tell you of a few interesting things seen on my trip from Texas to Tennessee. Since that time I have seen a great many other things, and thought a good many more odd, curious colored, cata-cornered, whopper-jawed thoughts, which I could perhaps tell you in even a more persecuting way than I did that other lot; but I will spare you this time. I am certain that many of you would be delighted to know every one of the little cute, out of the way thoughts I have been thinking this summer, but you will never find them out. Of course it is a great temptation to write a real thought of any kind, and I might gain a world wide notoriety by exhibiting such a thing in this corner, but I consider it best not to tempt Peggy's gastronomical propensity with anything so fresh these long hot days. She is looking hungry now. I remember having once ridden just such a Peggy while in Texas, but of course had to keep her muzzled for my own safety. I mean I partially rode her. Part of the time I found it difficult to maintain my seat. I may not look like it, but I have visited the Lone Star state myself. I partially lived there. That is, I lived about in patches for more than two years between Denison and Galveston, but I had to come home to my mamma. I have great respect for Texas and its people. It is my candid opinion that Texas is one of the greatest states in the union, geographically so, at least. I met many good people there, but I am sorry that I didn't make the acquaintance of more of the Cozy Corner cousins. I think Marie Taylor, Jennie Faulkner and many others write entertaining letters. But I'm about to forget my promise.
EUGENIA LOMAX, Waxahachie, Ellis Co., Tex. -- Little Miss Big Bonnet: I am a little girl 10 years old. I have two little brothers and one little sister. I go to the public school and was promoted to the sixth grade. Gladys Tingle is my desk mate. We have a donkey and cart. We have a canary bird, a polly, a dog and a white cat. I swing my dolls in our two-seated swing very often. I have a doll named Mildred Marion Marjory. She is 29 inches long and her hair is 19 inches long. I have learned to ride on a bicycle and my cousin, Lou Du Bose, and I went riding on rented wheels. I want one very much. I will close by asking you this question: What key is the hardest to turn?
OLLIE KATE HARRIS, Mexia, Limestone Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here comes a little girl who wants to join the cousins. I am 6 years old. I have a baby sister 4 years old, and a brother 10. We all go to Sunday school. Baby and I have some dolls, brought us from Germany. Every Sunday I get papa and mamma to read the cousins' letters to me. If Peggy doesn't get this I will try again.
VADA MASON, Granbury, Hood Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I will make an attempt to join the Cozy Corner. I have been reading the cousins' letters and found them interesting. I have only two pets and they are twin calves. I am a little girl 11 years old. I have five brothers and no sister. Cousins, I think you all have very nice letters. If I see my letter in print I will write again. I am a farmer's girl and I like to live on a farm.
ELSIE DURHAM, Milano, Milam Co., Tex. - Mr. Big Hat and cousins: This is my first letter. I am a little girl 8 years old. My papa takes The News. I hope Peggy won't get my letter. Miss Big Bonnet, I do wish that I could see your face.
DONIA CORDELL, Dallas, Dallas Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I will write again, as I did not see my last letter in print. I am a little girl 12 years old. I am the only daughter my mamma has. I have one little brother 9 years old. My papa is a doctor. School was out last Friday. We had speeches and songs. I will answer Robert M. Williams' question: Sam Houston was the first president of Texas, and he served three years. I will ask a question from the Bible: How do we know that everlasting life may be our present possession? I would like to correspond with Nellie Grey Tabor. Mr. Big Hat, feed Peggy before my letter reaches you.
MARIE C. TAYLOR, Avalon, Ellis Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Once more am I allowed the blissful opportunity of addressing the youthful flames of the Cozy Corner, and it is with pleasure that I do so, however, with great timidity. How the letters of our page shine! They are an honor to the youth of Texas and show the progress since our forefathers sat in a rude school building, repeating their lessons as loud as they could yell. The future will proclaim to the world what Texas now is. Looking down through the mist of coming years and assuming the supernatural powers of the gifted gypsy, I see the destiny of our experienced buzzard rider and other heroes of corner fame. Blithely does my fancy transport me through the sunshines and shadows of the future years, and lo! one of our heroes sits in the gubernatorial chair, crowned with wreaths of honor. He concludes that to wear wreaths is unhealthy, so he decorates with it a large, gilded cage, in which sits a large ebony bird (the imitation of the famous buzzard), thus crowning old "Go Ahead's" image after that bird had been quietly sleeping in the country church yard for many years. Thus had he left his footprints on the sands of time, and those same prints were navigable. We leave Gov. Taylor in that "misty future" -- no longer being conveyed by the fowls of the air, but being drawn by a lovely chariot of mist and moonshine and spirited horses of green cheese. But who can paint the brilliant future of woman?
In the hours of ease,
Sir Walter Scott penned those words partly in satire and partly in compliment. We "would-be" women keenly feel the satire, and the compliment -- most assuredly we always appreciate them. The story of a pure woman is too good to be written anywhere save in the chronicles of heaven. The past has not been as glorious as the future will be. We, who are just nearing the realities of life, will have golden opportunities "to pick one pebble from the shore of eternity." Well, this is quite a deviation from the original subject and bordering upon a sermon, and letter sermons are simply detestable. But, girls, how we shall tread the halls of congress! Cousin Hattie Simmons, it is quite needless to say I appreciate your nice compliment. However, I have said it, and in return I must place your interesting letter as a model, instead of my poor one. If character may be read by closely observing letters, I think I have formed the correct opinion of you, which I assure you is a most excellent one. I should like to correspond with you. What has become of our gallant Austin cousin? I admire him and his name very much, for both of them are brave. With such a fortification, cousins, as your name, I think you should come again on the field, for we cousins, lost in awe and admiration, will not dare molest you. "Call again." And Joe Dawson, our literary genius, we wish another production of your flowing pen. Cousin Joe Farmer, if you have sufficiently recovered from your trip and from the mental and physical exertion of writing the second "Declaration of Independence," we would certainly like to hear from you. With a request for "Persimmon" to "show her colors" again, and help the girls out in this contest seemingly. I bid you all good evening!
BERTA HARRIS, Sherley, Hopkins Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here I come again, after a siege of chills and fever. Oh, how I do enjoy reading the cousins' letters, and looking at Peggy's long ears. Peggy and I are good friends. She has never eaten any letters for me yet. Mr. Big Hat, are you and Miss Big Bonnet real sister and brother? If so you must be proud of her, for she is so cute and writes such good, interesting letters. Do any of the cousins know my cousin, Nona Mann of Greenville? She is my real cousin, and I love her much. We had a good rain last night and the flowers seem to be thankful for the refreshing shower. I send 5 cents for Sam Houston memorial fund.
IRENE HARRINGTON, Midland, Midland Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: As it has been some time since I wrote to the Cozy Corner, I will describe our little town now. It is situated just half way between Fort Worth and El Paso, on the Texas and Pacific railroad. We have a real nice school building, and three churches. I like to live on the plains. We can raise anything here by irrigating. Our school was out the 17th of April. I am in the fourth grade. The cousins write of their pets. I have none but a little baby sister, six months old. My papa is a stockman. We went to the ranch last summer and stayed four days and enjoyed the outing fine. Enclosed you will find 10 cents for the memorial fund. My age is 10 years.
JENNIE E. DEALEY, Galveston, Galveston Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I would like to join your happy band. This is my first attempt to write. I am 10 years old. I hope Peggy will not eat my letter. I have never seen a letter from Galveston. Our school has closed. I passed for the low fourth grade. I will answer Era May Soape's question: The mines of Brazil are among the richest in the world. You will find inclosed 10 cents for the Sam Houston monument.
TOM LEWIS, Mexia, Limestone Co., Tex. -- Little Miss Big Bonnet and cousins: I like to read your letters very much. This is my first attempt to write to you. I am a boy 10 years of age. I have two sisters and one brother. I was in the fifth grade, but I was promoted to the sixth. School is out and I am glad. I stuck a needle in my foot the other day. The doctor had to cut it out. My foot is sore now and I can't walk very much. I get lonesome sometimes and I wish some of you would write to me.
HATTIE WILLARD, Fairfield, Freestone Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have been thinking about writing for quite awhile, but I have not had the courage to do so before. I am 14 years old. Mr. Big Hat, my cousins and I go to Sunday school every Sunday morning. We have a nice time. I have a horse and she is of fine stock. I have a pet chicken. I have three sisters and two brothers.
D. B. POWELL, Denson Spring, Anderson Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: Here comes another cousin to join your happy band. I am a farmer's daughter. I live four miles from town. Mr. Big Hat, come down before long and I will give you all the peaches you want, and I will give Peggy some and maybe he won't eat any more letters. If I knew he would eat this letter I would send him some oats. Does he like oats better than letters? If he does I will always send him some oats when I write. My age is 14 years.
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