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November 29, 1896

Mr. Big Hat's Statement:
     When the cousins scan the long list of "unpublished letters," over which Peggy stands guard, this week, Mr. Big Hat fears many will feel a wee bit disappointed over the fate of their first, or maybe later, venture. It just couldn't be helped. Mr. Big Hat has tried for nearly three months to keep pace with his correspondence by printing a page each week of letters, alone. He got so far in arrears, finally, that the letters were out of season, and many who had voted for the department flower, had got tired of waiting to see their letters in print, and were voting again. So, to avoid delay, and as Cousin Lantie requests all the votes to be received within the year's limit, Mr. Big Hat decided to print only the names of the writers whose letters were still unpublished, and begin the department anew, with fresh, up-to-date correspondence. Remember now, cousins, that your vote for a department flower must reach Mr. Big Hat not later than Dec. 20, to appear in the last issue for the year 1896.
     The cousins who find their names in the unpublished list must not be discouraged by that fact. It is for the interest of the department that the letters printed should be the best and latest, and all should be willing to sacrifice any personal feeling for the good of the entire Corner. Mr. Big Hat is only too glad when he can gratify the desires of any one cousin, without detriment to all the others. The "unpublished list" is given simply to notify the writers that their letters are received, but will not be used, that they may make another venture.
     At least a third of the writers appearing in this list wrote with lead pencil or on both sides of the paper. The rules are plainly stated each week in the department, and Mr. Big Hat has no choice but to enforce them. Read these rules and make your letters conform to them.
     With the correspondence again in good shape, Mr. Big Hat will begin next week to publish some excellent contributed articles from popular department writers, that have been on hand for some time; also, the best of the material offered in competition for the prizes awarded in the "literary contest," held a short time ago, but which, for some cause, failed of winning prizes.

Votes for Floral Emblem.

Mary McGee, Corsicana, blue violet.
Dollie Rich, Lebanon, pink rose.
Adolph Dreyer, Shiner, red rose.
Webb Ray, Alma, red rose.
James Plumley, Webster, white rose.
Daisy Sypert, Hallville, cape jasmine.
Ruth Roberson, Liverpool, white rose.
Rennie Ringer, Neinda, cape jasmine.
Maggie Roberson, Liverpool, blue violet.
Mollie Lee Chamness, Carthage, white rose.
May Winter, Abilene, pink rose.
Anna Regian, Marlin, white rose.
Menville Russell, Curtis, cape jasmine.
Rosalie Jackson, Alvarado, blue violets.
Coleman Bennett, Womack, red rose.
Nora Brown, De Soto, white rose.
Minnie Cates, Denison, violet.
Sadie Long, Davilla, white rose.
Katie McKinney, Oak Cliff, cape jasmine.
M. P. Birmingham, Mineral Wells, white rose.
Lueila Shields, Mineral Wells, white rose.
Clara Locke, Mineral Wells, white rose.
Maud Crossland, Palo Pinto, white rose.
D. B. Locke, Mineral Wells, white rose.
C. P. Locke, Mineral Wells, white rose.
Minnie Locke, Mineral Wells, white rose.
Evilina Shields, Mineral Wells, white rose.
Belle Carmichael, Acton, white lily.
Kate Overton, Hayden, bride's wreath.
Beulah Estill, Grapevine, cape jasmine.
Ida Denton, Hartley, pink rose.
Gladys Murrah, Acton, white chrysanthemum
Minnie Boyd, Tennelia, white hyacinth.
Jennie Douglas Moore, Rusk, violet.

TO CORRESPONDENTS -- When writing a letter to this department, first give your full name, postoffice and state. Use pen and ink, on smooth paper, not larger than note size. Write only on one side of the paper and do now sew, paste or pin the sheets together. These rules must be observed to insure publication.

HATTIE HUTTON, Wolfe City, Hunt Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins (and Peggy, too): I take pleasure in writing to you again. I have written once, and my letter was published. I enjoy reading the cousins' letters very much. I am 9 years old, and am in the fourth reader. I have a nice piano and have taken music lessons four months. I would be glad to have some of the cousins to come to see me some time -- some one that can play on the piano, and we can play on it together. I enjoy music very much, and I hope some day I may get to be a teacher in music. I have no pets, only my 2-year-old sister. I vote for the white rose; it is my favorite.

WINCIE DOWLEN, Petty, Lamar Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: I want to join the happy band. This is my first attempt to write to the Cozy Corner. I study the fourth grade studies now. I like to go to school. I am 11 years old. I have read some letters of the Cozy Corner. I liked all I read. How many cousins like to go to school?

DOLLIE CARTER, Abilene, Taylor Co., Tex. -- Miss Big Bonnet and cousins: Will you let a little 9-year-old girl join your happy band? This is my first attempt to write to The News. The cousins are telling about their pets. I have a little 6-year-old brother, and a little kitten, and an old yellow hen, and the hen has some little chickens. Some of them are muffled, and I do think they look so cute. My father has a mule ranch.

VELMA HAMMOND, Kosse, Limestone Co., Tex. -- Little Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here comes another little girl to join your happy band. Our public school has opened. I go to school. I like to go. I have a little brother, 2 years old. I have no pets. My brother has a little dog, and he is very playful. My fathers takes The News. I like to read the letters. My favorite flower is the magnolia.

ADELLA MORGAN, Guion, Taylor Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Will you admit another little girl into your happy band? I haven't any pets, except a cow. My sister and I have a pony together. Her name is Ribbon. School will begin next Monday, and I will be so glad. I am in the fourth reader. I am 11[?] years old. I have three sisters and two brothers. My oldest brother is married and has the sweetest little baby boy I ever saw. My papa has been gone to the Nation for three months. He is coming home before long. He has been feeding hogs. I will vote for the red rose.

JOE M. DAWSON, Italy, Ellis Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: I received the prize book awarded me in the literary contest, and must say, you could not have made a selection that would have suited me better. I have read the book through and derived a great deal of good from it, aside from the pleasure it gave me while reading it. The lessons taught are good ones. One, above all, should be regarded by every boy -- to preserve a cool head under all circumstances, however trying. I appreciate the pictures of Mr. Big Hat and Miss Big Bonnet, which were inclosed. The book will be cherished as long as I live, as my first literary earnings; neither will Mr. Big Hat's "Little Men and Women" ever be forgotten. And now, dear cousins, I thank one and all for so kindly inviting me to visit the Cozy Corner. Gene, you have my sincerest thanks for your warm words of congratulation, and let me say, I am pleased to vote you the best writer in the Cozy Corner. I do not say this from any favoritism, but say it because I think you deserve it, and I think all the cousins will sustain me in it, too. Cousin Myrt March, I am anxiously awaiting the opportunity to read another letter from you. Willard Marle, if you derive any pleasure from reading my letters, I must declare you a boy of deep research, indeed. You must visit us often. In the last issue, I notice Cousin Lee Sypert gives a very pleasing account of her country, Bell, and in that, she declares it to be the banner county and the best county. I have the following to say of my county:


Ellis, with her corn and cotton, fruits and flowers,
Woods and prairies, finer far than Eden's bowers,
Still excels, still holds in her fair hand,
The coveted prize, the best of every land.

Ellis has Jersey cream as rich as butter,
Turkeys fat -- too fat to even flutter.;
Chickens plenty, ducks and geese.
Porkers? sausage frying in the grease.

Roast beef and biscuits flaky, brown and hot.
Coffee boiling and spare ribs in the pot,
Dainty hands to carve and sweeten,
Golly, ain't this luscious eatin'?

Fifty thousand youngsters gay,
Make things hum in dance and play;
No dislike for work they show,
But take right hold and make things go.

People live in sweet content,
All on making others happy bent;
Not a single cross to bear,
Where wealth and ease is everywhere.

Ellis, the land of oil and grain,
Declares her supremacy once again;
Bear her banner to the van,
Take it from her, ye who can.


LEE SYPERT, Rogers, Bell Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: If you will please forgive me this time for writing so soon, I promise you I will not bother you again soon. I just want to tell Miss Ethel Eldridge that I would like ever so well to correspond with her, if she will be good enough to write first, so I will know her address. Your letter, though brief, was very good, and much better than the long letters from some of the cousins. I think you will be disappointed when you read my letters, for I am only an ignorant country girl, and you are a school teacher. Myrtle March, I think you prove equal to be Gene Myrdock's chum. Now, all the boys will be voting for the sweet Myrtle -- March as their favorite flower. Genevieve, I think several of the girl cousins would like to be a happy Farmer. The Joes are just shining out, any way. It is hard to tell which one outshines the other. I would like to know how you like Dickens, Gene? I think "Nicholas Nickelby" is his best book that I have read. I just love the Cherryble brothers, Miss La Creevy and Tim Linkinwater; but, Squeers and Ralph Nickelby were quite detestable. I don't like "Barnaby Rudge" much, but I do like "Oliver Twist." Dickens was a good novel writer, but rather coarse. I have never read "Kenilworth," but I want to read it, O, so much. I don't think, though, when I read it, it will take the place of Scottish Chiefs" as my favorite historic novel. Braxton Rodgers, I would compliment you, but I'm afraid you would pen-picture me, and I wouldn't like the cousins to be frightened so. Mary Lea Huddleston, your letter was just tip-top. I will ask for Nell Morris once more, and if she doesn't reply, I suppose I will have to accept the inevitable and think she is married, or quite forgotten us. Patsy Goodenough, you gave yourself away when you said you tipped your hat every morning to that mountain, for what would a girl mean by "tipping" her hat? Girls' hats are generally fastened on their heads with hat pins, and it isn't the easiest matter in the world to tip them. Don't you think your name would look better, changed to Pat Badenough? But, you do write "good enough" letters.

BESSIE MILAM, Sulphur Springs, Hopkins Co., Tex. -- Hello, Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Please let me pass just before the 15th instant, or at any rate, let me vote. This morning, I have the "convenient" headache. I dare say, some of the cousins don't know what that means, so I had better explain myself. It comes very suddenly and leaves quicker than it comes. Sometimes, this queer headache comes on Sunday morning, when you had much rather finish a good novel or begin a new one, than to go to Sunday school; but, it strikes the schoolboys and girls, especially on examination days, and the boys are all subject to that disease more on Sunday night, when their sisters ask them to go to church with them, than any other time. There was a crowd came by for me to go huckleberry hunting with them. Of course, I went, and we found so many berries as we started for home, that we broke off a whole lot of limbs and tree tops to carry to the folks. Just imagine a great crowd of girls and boys carrying limbs and tree tops about a mile! We met several on the way, who asked us why we were getting our Christmas trees so early. Cousins Joe Dawson and Laureatta Faust, don't stay away too long, for you certainly do write entertaining letters. I had been wondering what had become of Ina Ashcroft, when I saw her nice letter in The News, and was indeed sorry to learn of her sad fate, but I hope she will slip out some time and tell by what miraculous means she was rescued from a watery grave. Sallie Critic, be sure not to let your assumed name get ahead of you. It isn't near so long as Shinpaper Wallplaster's, and Sallie, I would like to make your acquaintance before you leave our city. Our Cozy Corner can boast of a genius-ess and a poet. Who will be our humorist? I cast my vote for the beautiful cream rose.

CARRIE GLAZNER, Alvarado, Johnson Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Will you admit me in your Cozy Corner? I am a girl 14 years old. This is my first letter, though, I have been a reader of the Cozy Corner for a long time. My father takes The News, and I delight in reading the cousins' letters, so much, that I can't hardly tell which one of the cousins writes the best, they all do well. I have five brothers. My oldest brother is teaching school at Lovejoy, and one of my other brothers is going to school at Venus, to the Burnette college. I am going to begin school Monday to brother. Mr. Big Hat, we made forty-six bales of cotton. Cousins, what kind of a pet do you all like the best? I like a squirrel. Mr. Big Hat, you look so cute with your specs on, that my little sister said you was her sweetheart. This is my third year in Texas, and I like it fine, but the biggest sight I ever saw, was the mule-eared rabbits. I came from Alabama, and there were no mule-eared rabbits there. I vote for the velvet rose.

MILLIE SLADE, Hubbard, Hill Co., Tex. -- Good morning, Mr. Big hat and cousins! I have been thinking for some time, I would write to the Corner, but have never done so before. As I am no admirer of pets or any babyish thing, I will pen a biography of William Shakespeare, my favorite poet. Williams Shakespeare is the greatest of all dramatists and poets. He was born in the month of April, 1564, the son of John Shakespeare and Mary Arden. The precise day of his birth is not known with certainty, but the baptismal register of Stratford-on-Avon contains the following entry in Latin: "April 26, 1564, Guilelinus, fillus Johannes Shakespeare." Little is known in the way of certain fact, as to the childhood and early youth of Shakespeare, and indeed, the same is true of his whole career. When a lad, he kept his eyes and ears wide open, and the knowledge which was to develop into a knowledge of mankind, began at home. He was a pupil of the "Free Grammar School" of Stratford, where he obtained the rudiments of the ordinary classical education of his day. Another species of education, Shakespeare may, at the same time, have received. Companies of actors frequently visited Stratford. These visits were, no doubt, longed for, and intensely enjoyed by young Shakespeare. How he spent his life after he left school, and before he went to London, has been made matter of much speculation by various ingenious inquirers, who have essayed to deduce from the plays, what his profession was. At the early age of 18, he married Annie Hathaway. She died (1623), seven years after her husband. She desired to be laid in the same grave with him. Three children were born to the Shakespeares. Shakespeare was a handsome, well-shaped man, of a very ready and pleasant wit. To the character and disposition of Shakespeare, to the felicity of his temper, and the charm of his manner, his works bear ample evidence, and also of the sweetness and goodness of his heart. "Sweet Will" was the name by which he was known to all his friends. He was honest, and of an open and free nature. The subject of his dramatic and poetical genius is so vast, that it would be idle here to attempt any analysis. The cousins may read with pleasure, the many books of Shakespeare. Ludie Sanders, I admire your description very much, and you write such splendid letters. And also, Mr. Herbert Taylor. I would like to see him -- in cotton season! No one would take him for an old "fogy" with that head -- 8 3/4. That is rather huge, is it not? I solicit correspondence.

GENEVIEVE MYRDOCK, Owlet Green, Van Zandt Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I don't doubt it being naughty to disobey Mr. Big Hat's command by coming again so soon, and the only excuse I can offer for my disobedience, is, "it's so nice to be naughty." Thanksgiving will soon be here, and I am anticipating a glorious time, of course. You see, Chum is going to be with me then, and with some dozen others, we are going to dine with a friend, and that night, we are all going to a "rag." We don't dance, please understand; there's a world of difference twixt "ragging" and dancing, the principal item of difference being, I believe, that we are allowed to do the first, and not the other. Then, besides all that, I'm going to have a new dress. Brother says he doesn't believe I'd enjoy any holiday, if I didn't have a new dress to "show off" in. This year, it happens to be only a gingham one, but 'tis just as new as a finer one would be. Cousin Ludie, I don't know that I congratulated you on your good fortune, but I assure you, that you have my heartfelt sympathy in your disappointment.

"I wonder why the trees that hang
So full of luscious fruit should grow
Only where some may reach and eat,
While others faint and thirsty go?"

     It seems hard, doesn't it, that we, who long so ardently "to eat of the fruit of the tree of knowledge," should find that it always hangs a little above our reach? But then, we know:

"Each life its mission here fulfills,
And only God may know the end;
And loving him, we may be strong
Though storm or sunshine he may send."

     As to linking Chum and Rachel together, I'd be glad to see it done, but Chum declares, that unless providence goes pointedly against her, she never expects to be linked to anything except a wise man. Marie Taylor, if you don't write soon, I'm going to deliver my farewell address to the cousins and beg, borrow or steal "Old Go-Ahead" and go in search of you. Mr. Dawson, Mr. Farmer and Mr. Unhung Wallpaper, come once more. Perhaps a short sketch of the life of James Crichton would prove interesting to some. James Crichton was born in Perthshire in the year 1551, and at the age of 12 years, had already taken his degree at St. Andrew's, and before he was 20, had mastered all the sciences. In 1580, he visited Paris, Rome, Venice and other places, offering to answer in prose or poetry, any question asked him in theology, medicine, logic, mathematics, jurisprudence or any science, in either of the following languages: Latin, Greek, Hebrew, Arabic, Syrian, Slavonic, French, Italian, Spanish or Dutch. And, he not only said he could do so, but kept his word. He was very handsome, an accomplished dancer, fencer, rider, musician, actor, sculptor and painter. In 1582, he was engaged as a tutor for the son of the duke of Mantua. This son was a drunken, worthless fellow. One night, as Crichton was returning from a carnival, he was attacked by three masked men. He succeeded in disarming the leader, whom he discovered to be his pupil. He immediately knelt before him and offered him his sword, with which the cowardly fellow immediately slew him. Thus, perished at the age of 32, the most interesting man of whom I have ever read.

ELLA M. CLARK, Fredericksburg, Gillespie Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and Cozy Corner friends: I make my profoundest bow, and introduce myself to the merry band of cousins with the illustratious Mr. Big Hat at its head! Will you admit me? Please do, for I have been patiently knocking for ten minutes, at least, if not more, and no one bids me enter. Minnie, or rather Wilhelmine, as you know her, induced me to write. She declared, however, a general confusion would occur if I endeavored to come into the corner, she said it would equal that of Babel. I fancy I hear whisper of it being another of those impertinent "Fritz town" girls. Well, yes, I hail from Fredericksburg, am proud of it, too. Who would not be proud of our old mountain-wreathed, German town? Thus far, Minnie has been upholding the banner of the Cozy Corner here alone, and a frequent visitor of the corner is! Mr. Big Hat, if she come too often, I would advise you to just let the broom pursue her and I'll warrant the effect is splendid -- having tried it myself! If I make a blunder every half minute, please pardon me. I am only 14, and I am one of those unfortunate, blundering individuals, that always does the right thing at the wrong time. One Sunday, I returned from church in great haste. It was past dinner time, so you may guess the cause of my hurry, and hastened into the sitting-room (where my sister was entertaining company, unknown to me, though), collided with my sister, came near climbing over a gentleman near the door, fell over a chair, and in general, made as much disturbance as a cyclone. Later, I was asked to play the piano. Well, I became so nervous and fidgety, that when I looked at the piano keys, I could not tell C from G. The notes appeared like flies climbing a wire netting; the bass clef and treble staff ran a race (don't remember which won, though); the flats and sharps became involved in a political argument; the naturals chased some of the flats, and I forgot the pp passages, but played all ff; nor, could I have told for worlds, if it was in odd or even time. At another time, I politely turned and sat with my back to the visitors, and consequently, it produced some ridiculous smiling. Well, cousin Gene, I sympathize with you in your culinary troubles. With your permission, I will give you a few simple, but good recipes -- to satisfy the appetites of a gang of hungry boys. Put on the stove, a vessel containing two quarts of water, and boil until done, then carefully pour in one bean, boil another hour, add a pint of wind and three grains of rice, and a cup of beaten egg shells, then place in the oven and bake a quarter of an hour. This is a splendid pudding when served with wine sauce. A recipe for a good egg soup: Three quarts of water, place in it, four eggs and bring it to the boiling point, remove the eggs, season it with pepper and salt, then carefully brown on both sides, taking care not to burn. Is good served with cornmeal sauce. You might try these recipes, Miss Myrdock, and if you like them, I will send you some more. Can any one of the cousins give me the translation of this poem?

"Bunt sind schon die Waelder,
    Gelb die stoppel Faelder
Und der Herbst beginnt;
    Rothe B'setter fallen,
Graue Nebel wallen,
    Kuehler weht der Wind."

GEORGE K. BUTCHER, Red Oak, Ellis Co., Tex. -- Mr. Little Big Hat and cousins: As the beautiful city of Red Oak has not been represented in a good while, I will write and let you know it is not destroyed by fire, or swallowed up by the earth. What nice letters some of the cousins write. Joe Farmer writes good letters, but he writes as if he was in love with the girls. Joe, take my advice: it is a good deal easier to fall in love, than it is to fall out. I think if there is anything like an angel, it is a girl about 15 or 16 years old. I guess the man that first made the expression, "sweet sixteen," was in love, and was looking at a girl at the time. Some of the cousins write against dancing. I do not think it any harm to dance. Show me a more beautiful sight than to see a graceful young lady dancing. The pictures these artists sketch are not a comparison. Some of the cousins claim that anybody that goes to a dance is not as good as some others. A girl I know goes to dances and I know she is as good as anybody, and a good deal prettier than most girls I know. I can not dance myself, and therefore, do not go to many dances, but I think I will learn. Burnett Gouger, you must write again. You write such interesting letters. Yes, let the little folks talk about their pets and dolls, if they want to. What else can they write about to the Cozy Corner? Come again, Bessie Bee. You can write such nice letters, that I guess you are as pretty as your name. I will bid you all good night, for Peggy is getting impatient.

WINNIE WILLIAMS, Paluxy, Hood Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: On this balmy autumn evening, while the zephyrs are playing lightly in the waving trees, and the beautiful stars hang their pretty faces downward, I am seated, once more, to enjoy a chat with the band of cousins. Oh, how sweet to be alone once more in my own little room -- away from the noise and bustle of the city -- where I can find peace and rest for my weary mind. How many of the cousins like solitude? I think there is nothing better for any of us, than to be alone sometimes, where we can give ourselves a "hauling over the coals" and make new resolutions. Cousins, I really believe the Cozy Corner grows more interesting in every issue. There are so many good writers, I hardly know which I like best. Florence Giddens, I suppose you are real fond of horseback riding, by this time. Yes, we certainly hope Willard Marl will not wait the return of spring before calling on us again. Girls, I have just finished reading a piece on "flirting," and I want to ask: "Do you older ones ever play the coquette? Do you sometimes lead a young man to believe that you care a great deal for him, when you do not? Methinks I can hear some one say: "Oh, we do not mean any harm by it; just want to have a little fun; and besides, he always understands me, and I always take his words to be just as light and meaningless as mine are." You do not mean any harm by doing a thing which you know to be very wrong, do you girls? Is there some satisfaction in the knowledge that you have "won another offer," and in doing so, have weakened his faith in the loyalty of women, and perhaps wrecked his life forever? "The coquette is a rose, from which every lover plucks a leaf; the thorns are reserved for her husband." Webster says a coquette is a "vain, deceitful, trifling woman." Oh, girls, we can't afford to be that! Let's make of ourselves true and noble women, and to do this, we must begin while we are young, and let the good grow with us. I enjoyed reading Cousin Joe Farmer's last letter. He has a fine command of language. Well, Mr. Big Hat advises us to write shorter letters, therefore, I'll bring mine to a close, with my best wishes for the Cozy Corner and Peggy!

MAE BELLE BURGAN, Morgan, Bosque Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: May I step in the Cozy Corner and chat awhile? As Miss Big Bonnet slipped in, maybe I can do the same. Miss Delesa Cox, I certainly did enjoy reading your nice letter. Olie M. Rogers, surely you have not forsaken us. Come soon. Prof. Ferdi Howard, I am saving you a chair by me and anxiously watching for your appearance. What has become of our old-time writers, Bessie Bee and Rudolph Bollier? Hattie Simmons, have you drowned yourself trying to swim? If not, come again. Among the writers I admire, are Ferdi Howard, Lula Liseby and Nettie Francis. There are so many nice and interesting letters every week, that I know Mr. Big Hat is justly proud of the department. Cousins, wasn't Miss Imogene Miller's letter excellent? Cousin Gene, although you warned us against pen picturing you, the threat which you gave of writing a long letter to the one that should come the nearest the ideal, would provoke me to use my powers to their utmost limit. I live on a beautiful farm, a mile and a half from Morgan. We live on a hill and can see all of the city. I am 17 years old. Brother Lucian tells me not to write so often, but, cousins, I can't help it. Papa is in Waco now, and will be for two or three weeks. Let me tell you, cousins, I am afraid of old Peggy myself, but if he gets this, I will try it again. That is the way for any one to succeed. Dixie O'Neal, come again, and tell us more about your ride up in the moon. Also, Marie Rogers, Effie Watkins and Herbert Taylor.

ERA MAY SAAPE, Carthage, Panola Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat, Miss Big Bonnet and cousins (Peggy, also). After spending most of this beautiful sunshiny evening, eating sugarcane, I will tap at the door for admittance, to chat with uncle, aunt, and all these unknown cousins. Make haste, quick! and open the door, for it is cold out here. Well, there comes that poet (Herbert Taylor) to open the door for me. Now, for a chat. Cousins, tell me what has become of Bessie Smith; she has quit us, I guess. I tell you, Miss Big Bonnet, you had better get on a winter dress, if it is very cold where you live, or your neck will freeze. How many of the cousins like to go to school? I, for one. The 17th day of November was my birthday, and among such a number of cousins, as there are in this department, some one might have sent me a birthday present. I never did get one in my life. I will bid you adieu and let some one else take my place, that has something more interesting than I have. I wish I could write as good a letter as some of the cousins do. I cast my vote for the white rose, because all the cousins seem to have bright faces like the white rose. I send a 2-cent stamp for Mr. Big Hat's and Miss Big Bonnet's pictures.

MILDRED BOURNE, Manvel, Brazoria Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I am a little girl 10 years old. My mother died when I was born. My grandmother took me when my mother died. I live with my grandmother, uncle and aunt. I like to read Mr. Big Hat's department. I read it every Sunday. My uncle has a farm. He has several acres of cotton, and hopes to make several bales. I like picking cotton very much. I can not pick so much as I did, because I have to go to school. I like so much to go horseback riding. I have not a horse of my own, but would very much like to have one. My school opened last Monday. My grandfather is in California. I was born in Buffalo, and my grandmother took me to Canada, and then to Texas. We have been in Texas six years. I have been on a visit to my aunt and cousin in Galveston, and to my second brother, who has been living with my aunt, ever since my mother died.

EUDORA DAVIS, Elgin, Bastrop Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here comes another little girl waiting to be welcomed in to your happy circle of boys and girls. This is my first attempt to write to The News, and I am afraid Peggy will be hungry when my letter is received. Our school opened last Monday, but I could not go, for we had some cotton to pick. But, I will start some time soon. I will cast my vote for the cape jasmine, for it is a lovely flower. My age is 11 years. Herbert Taylor, come again.

RICHIE GREER, Whitney, Hill Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have not written to you in a long time. I will be so glad when Christmas comes. I wish some of the cousins would write to me. I am always glad to get a letter from anybody. I always like to read the cousins' letters. I go to school. Pay school will soon be out, but as quick as pay school is out, free school will begin. I know so many that are going. My favorite flower is the cape jasmine. We have not many flowers in our yard. What has become of Maud and Grace Melear? I will be 10 years old in January.

BERTIE MILLER, Murchison, Henderson Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: Papa gets The News, and I read the letters from the cousins. I think they are nice. I am a Texas boy. I have one brother, but no sister. I would like so much to see some of the Cozy Corner writers. We would have a good time eating peanuts and hickory nuts. I will start to school again in a few days. I like to go to school. This is my first letter, but I hope to be welcomed to the little cousins' corner.

IRMIE NEWMAN, Hartley, Hartley Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Will you allow another Texas girl to join the happy band? I am a native of Texas, but for the last six years, I have lived in Oklahoma. Six weeks ago, we came back to my native land. We live on the plains, thirty-five miles from the northern boundary of Texas. I am 15 years old. I appreciated the souvenir edition of our paper very much. I will vote for the pansy, my favorite flower.

HARTSELL COPLEN, Palmer, Ellis Co., Tex. -- Good morning, Mr. Big Hat and cousins: It has been a long time since I wrote to the corner, and oh, how The News has improved since I wrote last. I am going to school now. I will describe Ellis county as best I can. It is situated in the northern central part of the state. Its waste courses are Red Oak and Waxahachie creeks and the Trinity river. Waxahachie, Midlothian, Milford, Ennis, Italy, Ferris, Palmer, Bristol and Red Oak are its most important towns. Waxahachie is the county seat. The timber of Ellis county is the red oak, hickory, post oak, cedar, cottonwood, elm, pecan, walnut, ash and other woods common in other counties. Cotton is the principal crop. Ellis county grows the best cotton in the state. Ellis is crossed by three railroads, the Missouri, Kansas and Texas, Houston and Texas Central and the Gulf, Colorado and Santa Fe. What has become of Rudolph B., Odis R. and Archibald McPhail? Boys, write again. Your letters are splendid. I cast my vote for the blue violet.

JUANITA ST. CLAIR, Henrietta, Clay Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Days, weeks, and even months, have flown away on wings of time, since I last entered the Cozy Corner, but here I am again, and willing to take a back seat, if it be necessary. Cousins, are you interested in Cuba? I am deeply so, and to wish that I, in some way, could assist the Cubans, who are contending so bravely for their liberty. If I were a man, I would go there and help them fight, but alas! the fates have decreed that I should be one of the "gentler sex," and therefore, fighting is quite out of my line. The future is filled with turkeys. I see them of all kinds and descriptions, for Thanksgiving is nigh. I think, on that day, people do more eating than praying. I know I do. Mr. Big Hat, did you ever have a bad fall? Did you ever descend in a rather abrupt manner from a high pile of hay, with your hands full of eggs, and imagine during your downward flight, the most indescribable horrors? Did you ever, when completing your journey, land on a pile of overripe watermelons, and when extracting yourself from the ruins of eggs and "luscious fruit," look around to see some one standing about three feet from you, laughing in the most tantalizing and highly appreciative manner? If not, I shall not ask you to sympathize with me, for it would be impossible. Whatever possessed me to take such a fall as that, I do not know; for, as a rule, I am not a tumblebug. This puts me in mind of a story I heard some time ago. An old man and his wife were going to market one fine morning, to sell some eggs, and the horse, becoming unruly, threw them both out on the road. The old man, on being questioned, replied in a sad tone; "Yes, it broke the eggs and the old woman's legs, and they were worth 20 cents a dozen that blessed minute." The election of McKinley was celebrated here in fine style. Sleepy old Henrietta was, at last, awakened. Even the dead, sleeping so soundly in their graves, would have been aroused, had not the graveyard been at too great a distance from the town. Anvils were fired, and a large bonfire kindled, into which all the loyal citizens tossed their hats, with three cheers for McKinley and one for "Hanna's barrel." I also burned my hat and rejoiced to think I had sacrificed it in so good a cause. Then, the men organized a band, with instruments composed of tin cans, skillet lids, cow bells, etc., and gave us some music, which, I declare, was the finest I ever heard! For a change of subject, what are the cousins doing in school? My studies are rhetoric, literature, Latin, German and algebra. My age is 15 years. Mr. Big Hat, is law a fit profession for a woman? I am thinking of studying law after I finish school, but I would like your opinion. Joe Farmer, your letters are charming, and I hope your visits to the Cozy Corner will not decrease. Give us another interesting letter, and I can assure you, we will appreciate it.

LANTIE V. BLUM, Durham, Borden Co., Tex. -- Dear Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Since Mr. Big Hat is so far behind in his correspondence, and as hardly 200 cousins have expressed their choice, I deem it wise to extend the flower contest until Jan. 1, 1897. Therefore, all votes will be counted up to, and including, Sunday, Dec. 27, 1896, when the last votes will be published. There seems to be a misunderstanding regarding the object of the contest. The name of the department will not be changed. The flower will be simply emblematic. By actual count, only 197 cousins have voted. This is a very poor showing for us to make. Let every cousin who reads this, and has not already expressed a choice, send in his or her vote at once. It is not necessary to write a letter. You can just write your vote on a postal card and send it to Mr. Big Hat, or, you can express your choice in a letter to him. Every one has a favorite flower, and why can't he express his preference by sending in his vote? There are fully 10,000 cousins and hardly 200, or about 2 per cent, have voted. The leading flower has only thirty-odd votes. Let every cousin, who has a favorite flower, send in his or her vote and swell the pool list to 1000, at least.

KATIE A. SHARP, Groesbeck, Limestone Co., Tex. -- Little Mr. Big Hat, Miss Big Bonnet and cousins: Listen! Look! do you not see that little Katiedid, that just hopped in at the door? I think she has something to say. Look out, Miss Big Bonnet, she might fly on your dress or bonnet; then you might cry. She has come to thank Mr. Big Hat and the kind critics for the nice book they sent here. She had no idea of getting the prize when she wrote. She thinks Mr. Big Hat's and Miss Big Bonnet's pictures are real cute. Cousins, while hopping over the country, I found that the ladies of Colorado, Tex., were going to publish a Thanksgiving number of the Colorado Times. It is to be composed of stories written by the women and girls of Texas. It is for the benefit of a Baptist church they are building in that city. Cousins, be sure to get a copy. If Peggy gets this Katiedid, it will be my fault. Now, of Cousin Joe Dawson will open the door to come in and thank Mr. Big Hat for his book, I will hop out.

AUBREY PATTON, Alvarado, Johnson Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: I have been reading The Sunday News, and I can not wait any longer to write. I started to school, Sept. 9, and went all the month. I have been sick for two weeks. My hair is growing so fast. I wear a No. 7 hat now, and if my head grows any more, they will call me Mr. Big Hat. I hope they will not say I have the big head. Tell Jennie Arnold to write us some more Texas history. We love to hear about it, especially about the Indians during the early settlement. I was 10 years old on the 5th of April. It happened to be on Easter Sunday, and I found a nest of rabbit eggs of all colors. It was funny how the rabbits cooked and colored the eggs! Oh, Mr. Big Hat, I am just trembling, for fear Peggy will get my letter. Send Peggy down here, and we will feed him well to keep him from eating the little girls' and boys' letters.

VIRGIE HARRIS, Milam, Sabine Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: Will you let a little girl join your band of boys and girls? I have long been a silent admirer of the little folks' letters, and have, at last, made up my mind to write. Miss Big Bonnet, you must write again and tell us some more about Daisy. I hope Peggy will not get my letter, as it is my first attempt. I am going to school now. I will be so sorry when it is out. I will send my vote, and also, my brother's. We vote for the white rose. My brother's name is Cleveland.

LAURA LEE RUSSELL, Winnsboro, Wood Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have been wanting to join your happy band a long time. I am 9 years old and attend Henry Grady college. Prof. E. J. King is president of the college. The pansy is my favorite flower. I go to Sunday school every Sunday. I inclose a stamp for Mr. Big Hat's picture.

BOBIE SWANN, McKinney, Collin Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big hat and cousins: I am a little boy, 12 years old. I have two pets; one is a dog, the other, a pigeon, and he is on my knees now. I once lived on Bear creek, but now, I live in McKinney. I go to school every day, and have not stayed out but two days. Papa went off to teach school this morning. This is the first time I have ever written to you, and I hope it won't reach Peggy.

MILDRED McGREGOR, Hartley, Hartley Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: This fine Sunday morning, I will step in and chat awhile. Genevieve Myrdock and Herbert Taylor, come again. I wish I could write as interesting letters as some of the cousins do. I am 14 years old. I will vote for the modest little violet, as it is my favorite flower. I live twenty miles from Hartley, out on the plains. Our nearest neighbors are fourteen miles away. I will not make a long call, for the first time.

MAGGIE MAY MOORE, Shive, Hamilton Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: I am a little girl, 6 years old today, and I have picked 1771 pounds of cotton this all. Papa gave me a little tea set this morning. Can any little girl, of my age, beat me? I am going to school soon.

TOM HOOD, Cade, Navarro Co., Tex. -- As the election is over, and the pastor of our church has died, I will write again. One of our merchants has left us and has gone to Barry to put up a store, and there is not but one store and the postoffice left. All leave because of hard times. Mr. Big Hat, I want you to come down Christmas. We will have a turkey and sausage. We have a big old turkey in the stove, now cooking. We will go bird hunting. We have a fine bird dog and plenty of guns and ammunition.

MAUD CULBERT, Byron, Ellis Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here comes another girl, asking permission to join your happy corner. I think your corner is so nice. I think you also have some very good poets. I know I can't write as nice letters as most of the cousins, but will do my best. The letters are growing better and more interesting every week. My favorite writers are Gene Myrdock, Joe Farmer, Ludie Sanders and Maud Carson, and I almost forgot you, Minnie Rogers. Come again. Papa doesn't take The News, but every time I go to my sister's, I bring a page or two home to read, and read every letter in it before I stop. School began last Monday, but I didn't start, and I don't think I'll go any, for I don't like to go to school. We live in the country, nine miles south of Ennis. I attended a party last Tuesday night and enjoyed it very much. If this is not printed, I will feel proud of one thing, and that is, I will give Peggy such a bait, that he won't want anything else for a week, and the cousins can hurry by and not be seen. I think it awful nice in Mr. Big Hat to give us a whole page. I say "us," before Mr. Big Hat and the cousins have said that I could join, but perhaps, if I had been writing as long as some of them, I could write a more interesting letter. Herbert Taylor, if you can pick a bale of cotton a day, I'd be very glad if you would come and help me pick awhile. Florence G., come again. Little Miss Big Bonnet, get in with another crowd of little girls and give us another good letter. We are having some very cold weather, after such a warm summer. We have some pretty white chrysanthemums in bloom now.

TEMPIE PINCHAM, Dallas, Dallas Co., Tex. -- Little Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have not written to you in such a long time, that I expect you have forgotten me. I have joined a temperance lodge, and I have a very nice time every time I go to a meeting. It meets every Tuesday night at 7:30 o'clock, and lasts till about 10:30. At some meetings, we have speeches after we have transacted our business. There are a great many young people who belong to our lodge. I am very lonesome without my chum, for she has moved into the country. She has been living there for the last three or four months. We are still writing to each other. I got a letter ten pages long from her a few days ago. Oh, my! How I did enjoy it. It reminded me of the good times we used to have together. I took a crazy quilt out to the fair, and I got the first premium. I got a great many congratulations from my friends. They all told me they felt so proud of me to think I was so smart. Well, I expect all the cousins are glad that Christmas is drawing nigh. I know I am, for I have some friends that I expect to give presents to. I see so many pretty things, that I think when I go down town, I will not know what to get. One of my friends is coming to see me Christmas. I know we will have a good time, for all girls do.

FLORENCE MENZER, Seymour, Baylor Co., Tex. -- Little Mr. Big Hat: I have been reading the cousins' letters this morning, and thought I would join the happy band. I haven't much to write about, but I will describe my home. I live two miles northwest of Seymour, with the Brazos river on the south, and the Wichita, on the north. I like my home very well. It is handy for me to go to school. I ride all the time, and I like to go. I like all of my studies. I think I would like to live in Austin. It is the capital of Texas, but, of course, all the cousins know there is a certain building in that city called the capitol. I went to the top of it one time, about 600 or 700 feet high. Somebody is, all the time, coming and going. I could get lost, but don't know whether I could find my way out, or not. I have never been out of Texas, and don't expect to, soon.

ERIE POWELL, Graford, Palo Pinto Co., Tex. -- Little Mr. Big Hat and cousins: As the time is nearly up for voting, I will cast my vote for "the champion of the world" -- the pretty pink rose. 'Tis the prettiest flower that I have seen. Herbert T., I hardly think you could put a bale of cotton in one of your trousers' legs, or pick a bale in a day. I am going to learn to shoot. I am going to shoot an old hawk. I'll fix him, some day; now, you mind if I don't, Herbert. I have real good musical talent, and I am going to get me a piano. I am going to start to school Monday, and I am going to learn something, too. I am not going there to just sit there, and sit there, and not study. It will be just four years until I am grown, and then I will need an education. I am going to be a school teacher, and then I can whip the children all I want to, but I am not going to whip them only when they need it right bad, for it hurts to be whipped, I know.

ALBERT WADSWORTH, Matagorda, Matagorda Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: This is my first attempt to write to your paper. I am 9 years old, and I am going to school. My papa has a store. I have a bicycle, and I like to ride on it very much. I have only one pet, and that is a little puppy. There are a great many cats around the house, but none of them are pets. We live on the bay shore, and I have a little boat that I like to sail on the bay. I have no brothers, nor sisters.

ARCHIE HARRIS, Dallas, Dallas Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: I received the book you sent as a prize, and wish to thank you for it very much. The stories are very interesting, and your good choice has been much appreciated. Success to "Little Men and Women!"

EVA LOMAX, Meridian, Bosque Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have, for a long time, been an admirer of "our page" in the "Grand Old News," but this is my first attempt to let myself be known. I am 14 years old, and go to school. How many of the cousins belong to the Epworth League? I do, and think it is a very nice society. Cousin Sallie Critic said literature was her delight. So is it mine. I have read most of Mark Twain's "Dickens," Miss Wilson's and Poe's books. Miss Alcott is my favorite author. I am a lover music, too, have a nice piano and taking lessons. Please cast my vote for the white rose. Longfellow is my poet; I think he is grand. Let me tell you about our league. Every Friday night, we meet at private houses and have a poet's meeting. For instance, I'll take Longfellow. We have a sketch of his life, songs from his works, and every one repeats a quotation from him. Now, cousins, a word for "dear old Peggy." I know you are too hard on him. He is one of my kind of pets. Do not laugh at me, please, but think -- did you all ever ride a donkey? For Peggy's sake, ride one and see how delightful it is. I hope my first letter will not reach my friend, Peggy, but if it does, I shall "try again." I shall remember Lawrence's words: "Don't give up the ship."

MAMIE M. HEWITT, Galveston, Galveston Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have been a silent admirer of the cousins' letters and a reader of The News, a long time. I go to St. Patrick's school, and I am in the fifth grade. I like to go out to the cemetery (which is two miles out of town) on Sunday afternoon with papa and mamma. I have no pets, except a sweet little baby brother. I am 11 years old. I vote for--

The violet blue,
The rose is red,
Sugar is sweet,
And, so are you.

     I have this a little backwards, but it sounds all right, doesn't it?

JAMES M. HEWITT, Galveston, Galveston Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and Miss Big Bonnet: I have been a reader of The News a long time, but had not the courage to write to the Corner. I go to the Ball high school, and I am in the high seventh grade. We have a nice teacher, and she is good to us. I like to read the cousins' letters very much, especially Joe Dawson's, Katie Norton's, and others. I have no pets, except a small black-and-tan dog. It has been cold for a few days past, and I hope it will stay that way, as I like it. I would like to correspond with some of the cousins.

ARTHUR MYERS, Sherman, Grayson Co., Tex. -- Little Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here I come again. I read the cousins' letters, and I enjoy them very much. I am 9 years old. I go to school. I am in the third grade. I study five books. I hope Peggy has enough to eat, without my letter. Please put Miss Big Bonnet's picture in again. The sun is shining bright to-day. I have a bicycle. I can ride fast.

ETHEL MAYNOR, Dallas, Dallas Co., Tex. -- Dear Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I know you are crowded for space, yet I have been silent as long as I can. If Peggy gets this letter, I know it will be my fault. So, Peggy, don't get discouraged; you have one friend. I have no pet, except my wheel, and, of course, it is not called a pet. I ride my wheel to school, although, it is only five blocks. I am very fond of my books. Mama says I "could read a ways and never get tired." I go to a public school. As I am a newcomer, and the cousins do not know me, I'll not write much.

ARTHUR CURRY, Blue Ridge, Collin Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have been reading the letters. I wrote one letter, but it was written with a lead pencil. I am 15[?] years old. I suppose if Herbert Taylor had dug that post hole any deeper, he would have told us so. School begins to-day. I have a pony and saddle. Like most other boys, I like to ride. I attend Sunday-school. I love to go to school, but I have not begun yet. I will vote for the velvet rose. I will send Peggy my good wishes, instead of my letter.

WILLARD MYRICK, Pinkston, Navarro Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: My papa has been a subscriber to The News for a long while, and my brother, Rufus, and I wrote once several years ago, and had the pleasure of seeing our letter in print. I believe Mr. Big Hat will gratify my desire once more, when I have told my grievances, and I know the cousins all over this broad land will sympathize with me and assist me, if possible, in locating my brother, Rufus (who is my only brother). He left home on Sunday evening, Oct. 11, and we have never heard one word from him since, although papa has written many letters to various parts of the state and advertised him in the papers. I thought, perhaps, I could write to the cousins' corner and gave a description of Rufus, and, by chance, I might hear of my dear and only brother. I know that if any cousins should know of such a little boy as Rufus being out alone in this cold, unfriendly world, they would not hesitate to write me, and papa would go at once for him. Besides, papa has offered a reward of $25 for any information as to his whereabouts. Rufus was 15 years old, the 3d day of last April; I was 12 the 11th day of the same month. He is small for his age, and weighs about 110 pounds; has large brown eyes, dark hair and skin, and has a scar or dark spot on his left cheek, caused from being thrown from a mule. He left home without any money, and carried an old red leather valise with a new suit of gray clothes in it. He wore a small crush brown hat, No. 6 5/8, and wears No. 6 shoes, shirt No. 14, in the neck. Now, Mr. Big Hat, I know this letter is entirely different from any letter I have ever seen in the corner, but my heart is full of grief, and I believe the cousins can, and will, give me their help and assistance in this matter. And, if I could hear from him through the corner, without papa knowing it, what a grand surprise it would be!

INA ASHCROFT, Sulphur Springs, Hopkins Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat, cousins, aunts and uncles: I have arisen from the slimy waters of the deep, and the fishes have ceased to gnaw on me for a while, so, I will slip in and talk a little, while they are asleep. (I mean while the fishes are asleep). Just think! Christmas will soon be here and oh, so many little hearts will rejoice to wake up and find their little stockings full. I am most too old for that now, but I am not so old that I can not remember when old Santa Claus used to climb down the chimney. Oh! those good old times that have slipped away, never to return again. Now, cousins, don't think because I said that I was too large for Santa Claus, that I am so very old, for I am not. I am only a little girl, after all. Aren't there getting to be more poets and poetesses in the Corner! Carlisle Russell, come again. I liked your letter so much. Wallpaper A. Shinplaster, your name is about as long as your letters. Well, as the fishes are growing impatient, I will retire.

JOHN B. COLLINS, Blue Ridge, Collin Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: Will you admit a 15-year-old orphan boy into your Cozy Corner? I was born in Boston, Mass., Jan. 11, 1881. Some of the cousins may think me a great traveler. I have lived in Texas, Georgia, Alabama, Louisiana, New Mexico, Colorado, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Rhode Island, West Virginia, Kentucky, Tennessee, Connecticut and Maryland. I have worked for myself ever since I was 7 years old. I am a terrible hand to hunt. I have killed two bears in the woods of Texas. Well, Mr. Big Hat, as I am not very well acquainted with you and the cousins, I will not write a very long letter this time. Mr. Big Hat, will you tell me where to direct a letter, so it will reach the question department in Tuesday's issue of The News? Next time I write, I will tell you of my first raccoon hunt.

Mr. Big Hat's response:
     Address questions to "Question Department," care of The News.

ANNIE R. HEWITT, Galveston, Galveston Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat, Miss Big Bonnet and cousins: I have been a silent reader of the Cozy Corner and like the cousins' letters very much. I wish I could write as good letters as Wilhelmine Clark and Joe Dawson. I go to St. Patrick's school, and I am in the sixth grade. Our teacher is very good to us. I have been going steadily since September. I have only one pet -- a canary bird -- and he sings very sweetly. I vote for the red rose; I like it because it puts us in mind of the blood which our Lord shed on the cross. I hope Peggy will be out eating grass when my letter arrives.

HARRY HOOD, Cade, Navarro Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: This is my first attempt to write to The News. I am 9 years old, and I will start to school next Monday. To-day is the time to elect our pastor, as our other pastor, E. R. Freeman, died.


Daisy Sypert, Hallville; Henry Clay Sypert, Hallville; E. M. B. Moore, Troy; Addie Lewis, Stubbs; Will Davis, Tacitus; Ruth Roberson, Liverpool; Maggie Chambers, Ample; Elbert Joly, New Decatur; Rennie Ringer, Neinda; Maggie Roberson, Liverpool; Mollie Lee Chamness, Carthage; Zada Beasley, Adina; George Washington Allison, Italy; Coralie Chilcoat, McGregor; Dave Kinnamon, Cedar Hill; Maude M. Roach, Sublett; Almiry Hastings, Eddy; Anna Regian, Marlin; Ermine C. Spilman, Dallas; Ethel Winter, Abilene; Willie Perry, Farmer; Fannie L. Goree, Benjamin; Willy Faubian, Jonesboro; Mary C. E. Faubian, Jonesboro; Nellie Casey, Farmer; Harold Daring, Sweetwater; Claude L. Jones, Royse City; Maud Allen, Honey Grove; Grace Bedford, Honey Grove; Belle Carmichael, Acton; Johnie Frankling, Alvarado; C. N. Luttrell, Mansfield; Lucie Loftin, Tyler; Tony Wheeler, Pine Mills; Kate Overton, Hayden; Rachel Sanders, Peede; Melancholy, Jefferson; Lou Tandy, Acton; Roy Rudolph, Channing; J. C. DuPuy, Elkhart; Beulah Estill, Grapevine; Ida Denton, Hartley; Mamie Nuckols, Austin; Audrey Fitzhughes, Lancaster; Mandie Wilson, McDuff; Ada McDerr, Terrell; Ida Stella O'Neill, South Sulphur; John T. Bell, Fairview; Bettie Lyon, Waxahachie; Ola Greer, Goodrich; Judie Hext, Delhi, Ok.; Nona Davis, Delhi, Ok.; Mertie Duncan, Murphy; Serena Louise Price, Quanah; Calle Trible, Rhome; Grover Cleveland Barnett, Osage; Susie Pendergrass, McKinney; Eula Duncan, Murphy; Ermine C. Spillman, Oasis; Gregg Shotwell, Marshall; Eva Elkins, Tulia; Eva Magers, Bethel; Arra Kennedy, Jackson; Menville Russell, Curtis; Rosalie Jackson, Alvarado; Jewell Hunt, Farmer; Coleman Bennett, Womack; Maude Care, Galveston; Nora Brown, De Soto; Minnie Cates, Denison; Isaac Norris Williams, Mount Pleasant; Eva Duvall, Granbury; Hubert Garrett, Scurry; Sadie Long, Davilla; Katie McKinney, Oak Cliff; Mildred Burke, Cheapside; Mary Burke, Cheapside; Grace Howe, Miltonville, O.; Claud Buckler, El Paso; Mary M. Manden, Cedar Hill; Alis Manden, Cedar Hill; Gladys Murrah, Acton; Dixie Mitchell, [town not listed]; Dora Harris, Stellah[?]; Tom Duvall, Lester; Jimmie Duvall, Lester; Adam B. Lyon, Sugar Hill; Minnie Boyd, Tennella; Katie Bishop, Smithville; Salome Rettig, Garrison; Eugenia Shaw, Mangum; Tom Lewis, Mexia; Harvey Bennett, Mexia.

- November 29, 1896, The Dallas Morning News, p. 14, col. 1-7.
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