November 24, 1895
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.
WILHELMINE M. CLARK, Fredericksburg, Gillespie Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: If you do not object I will write again. Perhaps my letters come rather too frequent, but noticing in former issues some of the cousins declaring pleasures and enjoyments I could not resist the temptation of writing and telling of an amusing experience a friend of mine and myself had recently. My friend Rosa spent two pleasant weeks with us which seemed to pass only too quickly. At the end of the two weeks on a certain afternoon she intended to return home and I was to go with her, but a rain which had been gathering in the west began moving very rapidly toward us and it seemed best to wait until it had passed, which we did. Now, the rain lasted longer than we had hoped and the weather did not appear very inviting for a drive, so Rosa and I held a consultation as to what would be best to do. Our intention had been (before the rain) to attend the Baptist meeting that very evening which was in progress at Willow. We were anxious to go and to allow this rain to spoil our delightful anticipation we thought would be simply ridiculous. At first we concluded to prepare an early supper and be ready early the next morning and then go to Willow. We had the supper prepared and all were seated at the table, Rosa included, having a merry time, forgetting our disappointment and not having an idea that any one was within a mile of us except our own family, when suddenly Rosa's papa appeared at the door and greatly surprised us. The purpose of his coming was to get Rosa, and the conveyance he had brought was a one-horse buggy. I preferred not to go with them, but Rosa insisted on my going, so I went. Now, imagine three persons in a one-horse buggy! If there ever was a fit this was. It reminded me of the piece on the old second reader -- "Three little bugs in a basket and hardly room for two." I happened to be [secured] in the middle, and if I ever felt of small consequence it was on this occasion. The sky was still covered with clouds and we imagined that the sun had set. At this thought Rosa's papa let the reins loose and the span, a firey one, dashed forward at a rate that our heads met every few minutes. Our hats went on one side and we bumped noses in regular Turkish fashion, and it seemed as if every piece of mud in that road had chosen our faces as a target. Every now and then branches and limbs that were bending over the road from weight of water struck us and distributed a large amount of their cool crystal drops over us. That was pleasant, was it not? Still going at the speed mentioned Rosa remarked jestingly, "Perhaps it was best after all that we were such a fit in the seat, as there was no danger of our getting spilled." The result of this odd remark was laughter. Many other remarks were passed about the condition of the road and weather which I will omit. Now it began raining again; besides, as we were nearing our destination we found that the previous rainfall had been heavier and made it still more unpleasant for driving. To add to our chagrin we had to pass several farm houses. We hoped that the inmates would not recognize us, but they did, as we learned later. Just as we arrived at our desired destination the clouds parted as gently as curtains and the setting sun made us aware of its presence. It seemed to smile at our hapless situation, which was the result of our erroneous imagination. How Rosa's folks laughed when they beheld our once clean dresses. After a toilet and change of clothing (which the ride had made necessary) we were ready for church, which we attended the same and also the following evening. After all I spent my time very pleasantly, met some very nice people and enjoyed my visit very much. I returned home with my parents the next Sunday resolved never again to take a ride in such a crowded buggy and uninviting weather. As this letter is rather lengthy I will not impose upon your patience much longer. Cousins Dora Bennet and Maggie Jenkinson, accept thanks for the compliments passed on my last letter. Write again, both of you, as I enjoyed your letters. The weather feels chilly and a cold north wind is blowing, perhaps the first sign indicating that winter is approaching.
MATTIE CALLAHAN, Prairie Plains, Grimes Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: In the last issue of The News I noticed a very interesting letter from Cousin Abner Williams. I know if all of the cousins enjoyed it as much as we did (Mr. Big Hat and I), why, I am sure he was heartily welcomed. And if Mr. Big Hat will not think me too bold, I will insist on his writing often. He gave us such a beautiful description of his home and surroundings. I almost wish I lived in Falls county. Cousins, don't you wish we could have been with him in his boat of imagination? I guess most all of the cousins attended the Dallas Fair. I didn't go to the fair, but I have been to the fair grounds often. My cousins lives about twenty yards from the fair grounds, and while I was staying with her we would walk or drive through them nearly every evening. Girls, how many of you wear bloomers and ride wheels? I do neither, but every time brother gets on his wheel and rides off I nearly die for one, though I haven't any use for one but here in the country, where a horse will answer every purpose. As Mr. Big Hat asked us all to choose a subject about which to write, I am a poor composer, as you all have seen ere this, but nevertheless I am going to try, and if I fail in making it interesting or worth the time spent in its perusal, just pass it over and I will feel the better for trying. Cousins, did any of you ever stop to think what your success in your past life is due to? That is a question, as a general thing, few people take into consideration. While success is, to a great extent, due to honesty, industry, perseverance and ingenuity or skill, a larger portion is due to punctuality. Cyrus W. Field said that he considered half his success in life to be due to his punctuality. He was always at his office at the very minute each morning, and if he made an appointment to talk business to a man he never failed to keep it. "I have made thousands upon thousands of dollars by being on hand at the right moment," he says, "and I consider punctuality as strong a point in a business man's favor as -- well, it is second only to honesty." If you are accustomed to being at school every morning when the bell rings, and coming in promptly, after intermission, you can avoid observing how disorganizing to good government and study it is to come late. I noticed the other day at school several boys, who came in late, and at noon and recess they were the last to come in when books was called. Now, what do you suppose was the result of such tardiness? Why, bad lessons, bad temper and a half hour in after school. We should be prompt in retiring at night, and should rise with the same punctuality. It will add greatly to one's health, wealth and cheerfulness of mind, and our success through the day. I guess all of the cousins are going to school now. I am going, and I like my teacher very well. We have about forty scholars enrolled. We organized a literary society in our school. My brother is president and I am secretary. At the last meeting of our society we had twenty visitors. Eva F., you and Maggie J. write oftener. I enjoy reading letters from such sweet girls as you all are. Maggie J., do you remember that ride in a wagon to Eva's house? Wasn't it jolly, though? I will ask some questions: Does the president pay his own cabinet? In what battle was it that all but one man was killed? What was "wildcat money?" I will close for this time, with love and best wishes to Mr. Big Hat and success to all of the young cousins, who, by their good conduct, are striving to make the coming generation free from all vice and sin. My age is 16 years.
MARY WEST, Honey Grove, Fannin Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: As it is so cold and rainy to-day and I have my lessons for Monday, I decided to write again. Both of the schools here went to the fair Friday. We had two extra coaches and they were just jammed. We started at 6:30 and got there a little before 12. We went to the fair grounds and ate dinner. After that we were traveling all day. Everything was so interesting. Several of us registered at the exposition hall. I think it was the longest day I ever spent. I thought 6:20 never would come. We arrived home at 11 that night. Oh, I had the biggest time on the train. I don't think I saw any of the cousins. I saw one little girl from Terrell. She had a badge just like ours, only hers had Terrell on it, where ours had Honey Grove. The Oak Cliff school looked so nice, though I think there were more pretty girls from the convent than from any place. I saw three of my Honey Grove friends who have moved to Dallas (Ethel and Inez Ryan and Kate Meyers). Honey Grove was well represented, for every girl had on a plaid waist and sleeves. My! Papa came around going down there. I had the window up, so he let it down, and left half of my sleeve out the window. All the boys just laughed and teased me, till I didn't know what to do. And as Minnie Lee says, my sleeves were "out of sight." Thank you for your compliment, Cousin Minnie, and I can return it. Susie B. Fisher, mamma was educated at Harrodsburg. We lived about ten miles from there until we came to Texas, about five years ago. If you have ever been to Perryville, you passed where we lived. Lilly Rowe, you write such a nice, long letter. Miss Big Bonnet writes a good letter and I know Little Mr. Big Hat will let her come often. Adelia Tabor, the answer to your puzzle was, one of the twelve men was named, "Each." He took a pear and left the eleven hanging there. Mina Derrick, we're most neighbors, for you just live six miles from here. I know all the Derricks here. I suppose they are kin to you. Myra Brown, do you know the Baptist preacher at Hillsboro? He is my uncle by marriage. Papa was out there to see Aunt Bettie in the spring. Allen Berryman, I think you and Cousin Rudolph are kin. Well, I think if I don't hush I won't get a chance to say anything about my fishing excursion, for the rest of the cousins will want to say a word or two. The 1st of May the professor took sixty-five of us over on Red river to mouth of the Blue. We started Thursday morning at 9 o'clock. It was twenty-five miles over there. There were eleven wagons full and a buggy. We ate dinner out in the woods, played around some time, then started again. We got there about 5 o'clock. We had a splendid time the rest of the evening exploring. After supper we went down by the river and had a big party. We had such a splendid time! The professor called us up to the camp at 10. We got all the spring seats and put them in a circle. We played all kinds of games then, and had lots of fun. At 11 the professor made us go to bed. We all wanted to sing, so we sang "Meet Me There," one of our school songs. It was perfectly charming out in the woods, and everything so still. After that all but nine boys retired. They stayed up all night. Along in the night they came up to camp and said that they had caught three fish. They would talk loud among themselves and say, "I just know that one will weight thirty pounds," and kept going on till all the camp was going to get up; and come to find out they had caught two fish, but had thrown them away, they were so small. We got up at 6 o'clock. The boys let us shoot at marks on trees with their guns. After breakfast we were going over in the nation. About fifty of us went across on the ferryboat. We brought a little skiff with us. The professor and some of the boys went up the mouth of the Blue to set nets. About fifteen of the boys were in swimming. They swam across, and when they got there they couldn't get up the bank, so they started back. Two of the boys were walking along, when one of them stepped off into the channel the current had cut in the sand. The current was so strong that his strength was soon exhausted, and he went under, and it frightened the other boy so that he sank, too. One of the boys on the shore plunged in and rescued the last one that sank. By the time the boat got to the rescue, the other boy was sinking for the last time. His cousin jumped in after him. He had on gum boots, though, and had to turn him loose, for the boat had drifted away and it was all he could do to save himself. We had just reached the nation side when some one hallooed: "Love Magill's drowned!" His sister fainted and you never heard such screams. He had an aunt and six cousins along with us. His sister fainted eighteen times and had several spasms. Oh, it was such a dreadful place to be in! We started home as soon as possible and left a few men to drag the river. He was drowned at 9 o'clock Friday and was found at 2 o'clock Saturday evening. The other time we had such a nice time, but I see Mr. Big Hat frowning, so I'll hush for fear Peggy will have too good a dinner.
JEREMY DUNCAN, Ferris, Ellis Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have been reading the cousins' letters for some time and feel as if I ought to help fill up the Corner, too. Of course I don't write to fill space, but to try to help make the Corner interesting, which I think should be our aim, instead of trying to write something that we nor any of the rest of the cousins understand, like Latin, for instance, which I saw some one do not long ago. Cotton is an awfully short crop here this year, and I was a little glad of it, for I am not much of a cotton-picker. I want to say right here, before I forget it, Susie B. Fisher, come again, and not only again, but often. I hope Odis Riddle will be sure to let us know how the debate came out. I think he ought to win, for he has the best side of it. I don't think he ought to make such slighting remarks about old maids, though, for I have seen some that were a whole lot nicer than some married women I've seen. Besides that, he may be an old maid himself, some day; who can tell? For I see by The News that there was a time when ghosts were plenty and fairies real, and a fairy might make him into an old maid some night while he is asleep. Prinnie Tucker, since Odis answered you so smartly (?) I will answer your question: You would go by Lake Michigan to Mackinaw strait, through it to Lake Huron, then by the St. Clair river, through Lake St. Clair and then soon be in Detroit. Some one asked not long ago if "Lucille" [was] ever married. She was not. I don't have much time to go to school, but I study nature all I can. I have a collection of Texas wood that I have gathered myself, all but four sticks. I have eighty-eight different kinds and sixteen of them are oak. I have no sweet gum, spruce pine, short leaf pine or chapperal. Won't some of the cousins be so kind as to send me a piece of each of them by mail? Cut them about eight inches off a limb about as big around as one's finger. If you will, I will do anything I can in return. Or if any of you have any rare wood, and will send me a piece of it, I will do as I said above; I will send any thing from a love letter to a baby elephant. I am so very anxious to make it an even 100 pieces that I can hardly sleep at night. I don't have any pets, but I claim the birds and squirrels, and they are very tame, too, if you know how to make friends with them. I would like to correspond with any one that likes the study of nature from her books that are always before us. I will close for fear Peggy will get this, and if she does it will loco him. Do any of you know what that is? Address all mail for me to box 87.
EMMA WILKINSON, Joshua, Johnson Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here comes a little girl 12 years of age and asking for admittance into your happy band. This is my first attempt to write to The News. I have been reading the cousins letters for a long time and enjoy them very much. I have four pets -- three pet chickens, one named Brown, one Tweet and one May. I have a cat. I call him Kitty. I dress him up and he looks like a monkey. I am going to school now. I like my teacher fine. Joshua can boast of a fine school and the best of teachers. So, cousins, this is the place to come to if you want to go to a good school. I am studying fifth reader, grammar, geography, Texas history, spelling and arithmetic. I like arithmetic better than any other of my studies. Mr. Big Hat, do you like popcorn? If you do, come and I will give you all you can eat. I have a large doll. I love to play with dolls very much. My papa is a farmer. He made a good crop this year. Mr. Big Hat, I hope you will get this letter and not Peg.
TOM HOOD, Cade, Navarro Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I thought I would write again. I have written before, but it has been so long ago that Mr. Big Hat has forgotten all about me. It has been raining for two days, but it has quit now. I don't expect we can pick cotton for some days. School began last Monday week, but I didn't go. I had to pick cotton. We had a big fire about three weeks ago. It was Mr. Dave Burleson's gin. Well, I will close, asking a question: If Mr. Big Hat was to go hunting and see ten birds on the fence and should shoot and kill five, how many would be left?
LENA BROWN, Balm, Cooke Co, Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: I will not write a long letter, for it is late in the evening and I will soon have to be getting ready for school, as it is the first day of school to-morrow. I want to start, as I have not been to school but sixteen months in my whole life. Mr. Big Hat, I hope you will notice my letter, as it is my first one. I like your Summer School very much. As I have read the letters I am able to answer all of the questions I have seen. I only have five studies. They are fifth reader, arithmetic, history, geography and spelling.
CHARLEY CARTER, Newlin, Hall Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here comes another little boy to join your happy band. I go to school and study spelling, reading, arithmetic and geography. I do not like to go to school. I help papa pick cotton when I get home from school and feed the pigs and bring in stovewood. We have five little colts. Papa has fifteen head of horses in all. This is a fine stock country. I have only one pet, and that is a cat. His name is Tom. It is raining to-day. We have gotten out two bales of cotton. I will ask a riddle: What is it that has four legs, four eyes and one mouth? I am 8 years old.
ANNIE SEABOALT, Astonia, Ellis Co, Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I was glad to see my letter in print, and I will try to write again. My little sister (2 years old) and I went with papa to the store this morning and bought some apples and candy. I went to preaching yesterday and went to my uncle's for dinner, and had a fine time. I can pick fifty pounds of cotton in half a day, and don't you think that this is very good for a little girl 9 years old? Papa says so. My little sister is not like Miss Big Bonnet. She says "papa" for "grandpa." Our school will begin the first of next month. I have one quilt pieced and one that grandma gave me. Now, Mr. Big Hat, please do not let Peggy get this. If you do, I might cry, and that would be too bad, for mamma says that I look like a monkey when I cry. But I know she is joking.
ERNEST BLASINGAME, Duke, Fort Bend Co., Tex. -- Little Mr. Big Hat and cousins: As I am doing nothing I thought I would write to The News. My father takes The News and I am glad of it. There are three schools here, but there is but one of them in session now and I am not going to it. When I go to school I study fourth reader, grammar, geography, spelling and arithmetic. I don't like to go to school. Lawrence Fountain, come again. I think your letter was interesting. I am a boy 11 years old. I have five brothers and no sisters. I have to wash clothes.
FLEM BROWN, Holland City, [Bell Co.?], Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: Here comes another sleepyhead. I have been reading The News by borrowing papers from a neighbor, and am delighted to find it such a good family paper. I am an orphan boy, without brothers or sisters. I am 17 years old. My mother died when I was 3 years old, and I lived with my uncle until his death, six months ago. I am dependent upon myself, but this is not Mr. Big Hat's lookout. I will tell you about my home when I lived in the nation. I lived nine miles east of Ardmore, one and a half miles west of the little town of Durwood, and thirty miles north of Red river and four miles south of Washita river. I lived in the Chickasaw nation, and in Pickens county. Ardmore is the largest town. It has about 8000 inhabitants, with about thirty large stone and brick buildings. It has a compress and an oil mill, and has asphalt mines north of the town. Durwood has one good school, eight stores, one blacksmith shop, two gins and one brick kiln. Red river rises in northwest Texas, flows southeast into the Mississippi river, and is the border line between the nation and Texas. The Washita river flows into Red river about forty miles below Ardmore. The nation is hilly and broken with some heavy timber in the bottoms. There was once plenty of walnut timber, but it is being cut rapidly. There are pecan, hickory, sycamore, oak, blackjack, cottonwood and many other kinds that I have not time to mention now. I will write again and tell you what I know about the red man. I spent six years on his soil, and he has many curious ways. Who can answer this question: Who invented the banjo. I am not sailing on a buzzard's back, neither am I fishing, but I am simply looking for that buzzard to alight, and I do hope that he will light without hurting our friend. I am glad the geese got away, if they had not, wild geese would soon be extinct from this continent. I wish the cousin that chops so fast would come here and cut stovewood for me. I believe he is a boy that slips off to keep from cutting wood, and the fish he caught was a crawfish.
ANNIE LEE SMITH, Elm Mott, McLennan Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I haven't written to The News in quite a while, although I have been reading the letters, and think they are improving very rapidly. I took a trip to Bell county a few days ago, and had a nice time while there. It is a beautiful country, at least what I could see of it. Temple is a very pretty little town. You could see Temple from the place which I visited, eight miles distant. Our school will begin before long. Oh, how glad I will be. I think an education is most important. I have made a resolution to improve every golden moment of my time, to count every hour well improved as a treasure gained. I think if we would read critically, it would improve our taste and our judgment, so that we could detect beauties of language, which now we pass unnoticed. We will be men and women some day. Think about having to face this wide world without an education. Cousins, wake up! See where you are drifting. I think all of the cousins should study hard, which I think some do. If they don't learn when they are young, when they get old they will regret it. "Strive to keep the golden rule, and learn your lessons well at school." I know those two western girls that wrote from Lawn, Tex. They went to school near my home. I have spent the evening in writing, and I thought I would write to the cousins. But now the high south wind has ceased and the rain is falling pitter-pat on the window pane, and I have to say in doors. I do love outdoor exercise. Most of the cousins have sisters and brothers, but I have none, and my daily companion is mamma. I think I have the best papa in the world, so I should consider myself quite happy to what some are. I sympathize with the cousins that have no parents. There are some living near us. I am going to send the little girl at Josserand anything I can. I kindly invite Abner Williams back again to our Cozy Corner. I think he writes a nice and interesting letter. What has become of Walter Curry? I wish he would write to The News again. Success to Mr. Big Hat and the cousins!
LUDIE SANDERS, Peede, Kaufman Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and the merry cousins: This cold day has brought to me some gloomy thoughts which I have been trying to drive from my mind by reading the cousins' letters and by being again in the midst of all. Cousin Frank Atcheson, I received your nice letter and beautiful card yesterday. They were highly appreciated. Do you wish me to answer your letter? Of course I would like to correspond with such a bright boy and if you would like me to write through The News or to me and I will promptly send an answer. How many of the cousins are aiming to send Frank something for his museum? I have already sent my gift. Well, Mr. Big Hat, put me down as a 17-year-old, for my birthday is next Thursday (14th instant). I wish that friend of Julia M. Neill would kindly tell her that I admired her nice letter and wish she would write again. I am very sorry indeed to hear that Cousin Lawrence Fountain is not coming to Texas. Some of the cousins say they don't enjoy reading the boys' hunting stories. As far as fun is concerned, I enjoy them very much. Burett Gouger, Edwin M. Williams, Willis Harold, Allen Berryman, Carrie Williams, Susie Fisher, Lee Sypert, Julia M. Neill, Myra Brown, Adelia Tabor, Odis Riddle, Herbert Taylor and several others of the letters in this issue are real entertaining. Of course we cousins are hope that old buzzard will take a more downward course and continue this route until he lands Herbert safely somewhere where he can get some more writing material. Edwin, I for another do not believe in addressing Little Miss Bog Bonnet first. If she had done as much for us as Mr. Big Hat has, then I would address her, and of course we all can address her in some way, if we wish. My sister had the misfortune to receive a gash in her forehead Monday by a colt kicking her. Hubert Garrett, come again and please accept my thanks for asking me to write. Maud Carson, are you related to the noted Kit Carson? I should think you were. Leilah Pett, Lillie Rowe and Abner Williams write nice letters also. Miss Big Bonnet, if you will accept an invitation into the country I will gladly ask you to visit me awhile and bring your brother with you. Papa and mamma have gone to church and my bud and his playmates come in the house every little while and I have to quit writing then. I will be glad when I learn who and how many of the cousins attended the fair. Some little girls who live only two or three hundred yards away look in every paper for my letters and when they find one they will have a scuffle as to which will read it first. Their father induced me to write to The News and after long persuasion I took it into my head that if I should write it would benefit me and I have not been disappointed. But few of the boys say they can help their sisters and mammas or do housework in any form, and I am glad that even a very few can do so, for they then can realize what a woman has to do. Mr. Big Hat, on your list of nationalities you may stamp me as a Roman-Saxon. Papa's people originally came from Wales. Papa is from Tennessee.
BESSIE NELL BEACH, Dallas, Dallas Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have just been reading so many nice little pieces that it has put me in the notion of writing. This is my first attempt to write to a newspaper, but I will do my best. My name is Bessie Nelson Beach. I am 10 years old. My papa works on The Morning News. He operates one of the typesetting machines, and it is a regular curiosity to see them. They look like they had sense. They have a big iron arm which comes down and takes up each line when they are through printing it. I have been down there and have seen them. My papa let me print my name on his, but I can not print fast like he can. I went to the fair Monday. We saw the flying lady and rode on the flying jenny. I don't know what we did not see at the fair. I enjoy reading the cousins' letters, but I am sorry to say that I have been paying very little attention to them until lately. I like to make up stories like I read in books, and I am going to try to tell you one the next time I write. I attend the Lone Star school. My studies are reading, spelling, grammar, arithmetic, elocution and penmanship. I like my teacher very much. Mr. Big Hat, if you think this letter worthy, put it in the paper. If not, don't put it where Peggie can get it, or he will eat it and die of colic before morning.
CLARE BARRETT, Huntsville, Walker Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: As I have never seen a letter from this busy little town, I thought I would write one. Perhaps all of you are not acquainted with our town, so I'll begin by describing it. It contains the state penitentiary, and there are many convicts in it, both men and women. It is very interesting to go through the penitentiary. They have two farms; one is the state farm, and the other is where they keep the women. There is so much to tell about all they make that I'll have to continue it till next time. The next thing of importance is the Sam Houston normal school. It is a very large and handsome building, and they have lately put in a new pipe organ, which cost $1500. I suppose you know that Gen. Sam Houston lived, died and is buried here. I have been in the house he lived in many times. It is a small house, with very low ceilings and wide halls. His grave is not very fine, but very neat and plain. I'm 13 years old, and go to a private school. I study Latin, United States history, arithmetic, grammar and geography. I have one little sister and one brother.
MOSE STEPKEN, Weatherford, Parker Co., Tex. -- After reading so many nice letters I will try to write one, too. Susie Fisher, I know it must be nice at boarding school. I have two sisters that went to Baylor college, at Belton, Tex. They think the ten months they spent there were the greatest pages in their history in life. Burett Gouger, did you have a sister die at Baylor college in 1891? Carrie Williams, I agree with you that we are spending our happiest days now. My age is between 10 and 15. I don't live on a farm, so I don't know anything about picking cotton. I think city life is a great deal nicer than country life. I don't mean that country life is not nice, but I mean that I like city life better. Come again, Nannie Ferguson; your letters are always appreciated. If Peggy gets this letter I hope it will do him some good. Success to The News!
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