December 6, 1896
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.
HASSIE EVANS, San Angelo, Tom Green Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here I come again to aggravate you a while, but it won't be long, for Mr. Big Hat's wishes for short letters just suit me, for I couldn't write a long one if I wanted to. I'm not sitting in a very comfortable position, as I'm on the floor writing on a bucket; but instead of Cousin Joe's "furnaceously hot weather," it's so "furnaceously cold," I can't write on the table without pulling it up to the fire, and that's too much trouble. A norther blew up yesterday evening, and it has been cold ever since. De Voe predicts rains or snow, and I do hope it will snow, for then, we will have some fun at school. We haven't but eleven pupils now. We never did have over thirty. If we had, we would think we had a big school. Joe Farmer, we have a pretty little school teacher here, though, I don't think she sticks long pencils in her hair, for she keeps them all in her belt. Joe Dawson, I thought your story real good, and I'm glad you got a prize. I wouldn't have gotten the papers with your stories in it, if it had not been for my school mate. She brought it to me, and several more copies, and I was sure glad to get them. Our subscription was out just before that, and papa wouldn't renew it. Mamma said it was because it made fun of Bryan, and she said he would take it again after the election. About a week after the election, he told me had subscribed for The News again, and I was sure glad. Cousins, aren't the stories of Hamlin Garland, about Capt. John Hance, good? I hope he will write every week to The News and tell us more of the old man and his canyon. I would like to live near the Grand canyon, or somewhere in the Rockies. Leat Hill, I liked your letter. You must come again and tell us more of your adventures. There is no use in saying I like Herbert Taylor's, Ludie Sanders', Joe Farmer's, Joe Dawson's, Gene Myrdock's, Hattie Simmons' and Hattie Friend's letters, for everybody likes them. There are many good writers now. I like the letters of Early Cornelius, Menville Russell, Carlisle Russell, Maud Carson, Braxton Rodgers, Pearl Shaw, George Toland, Claudia Logan, Katie Norton, Frankie Assister, Willard Marl, Wilhelmine Clark and Dixie O'Neil. Well, that's enough this time, but I could name about two dozen more, if I thought Mr. Big Hat had room for them. Tom Hood, you must not like red-headed college girls, judging from the way you talk about them. I like John Criddle's letter. I wish I could read all the books he spoke of. I have read "The Hoosier Schoolmaster," and it certainly was a hoosiery story, too. I have read three of Dickens' books, but didn't like them, and wouldn't read any more of them. I guess you cousins will think I'm a funny girl, for most everybody likes his works. I have read "The Lady of the Lake" two or three times, and think it is very pretty. I do love to read, but I haven't read any of the great authors' works yet. But then, I'm not old enough to have read much, for I won't be 13 until next April. Well, Mr. Big Hat, I'll not wish you any success, for I think your are having so many letters, that you could not attend to them if it wasn't for Peggy.
ANNIE LOCKHART, Sulphur Springs, Hopkins Co., Tex. -- Good morning, Mr. Big Hat and cousins: This is my first attempt to write, and I hope it will not reach the monstrous jaws of Peggy. Let me tell you about what a nice horseback ride I had yesterday. A crowd started out riding with the intention of getting berries, haws and persimmons. The first thing we knew, we had gone four miles in the country and hadn't got a berry or persimmon, and it was time to return home. But, we returned on another road, and, "as luck would have it," found all the persimmons, etc., we could eat. I go to school, and am in the seventh grade. We are organizing a literary club. We are reading Byron's works now. Come again, Bessie Milam, Ina Ashcroft and Sallie Critic, you all write such nice letters. I would like to correspond with some of the cousins 15 or 16 years old. I cast my vote for the cape jasmine, the most fragrant flower that ever grew. I am 5572 days old.
ANNIE DENYVEN, Sulphur Springs, Hopkins Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: Please open the door, it is so cold out here. I am about to freeze. Let me in before Peggy comes along and gets my letter. Now, I will proceed to talk awhile. I went to the country about four miles from town, and while I was out there, a crowd came one night, and we all had a bird stew, and we went out boat-riding on the lake in the moonshine and had a nice time. But, when I started to get out of the boat, my foot slipped and I fell into the water. This is my first attempt to write. I will not mention Peggy's name, as it is often mentioned, but I hope this will not reach his jaws. I cast my vote for the cape jasmine. I would like to correspond with some of the cousins.
SALLIE JOHNSON, Paris, Lamar Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have been a silent reader of the Cozy Corner for a long time, but never had courage enough to begin. Winter is coming on, and I am glad. I like summer the best, but I like winter, too. I hope Peggy won't get this, for it is my first letter, and it might choke him. I have been crippled nearly a year, but am walking now.
ROSA LEE HAMBLEN, Moody, McLennan Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: As I have all my lessons prepared, I will write to our dear Cozy Corner. There are so many good letters, that I fear mine will not be "in it." Willard Marl, our far away English cousin, writes good letters. I would like to correspond with you, Willard. Girls, how many of you belong to a debating society? I do, and have lots of fun, too. The name of it is the Lone Star Lyceum. We meet every Friday afternoon. How many of us realize the advantages of having an education? Not many, I fear. I have never been to school much, but have studied at home, and am now advancing as rapidly as possible. I am in the seventh and eighth grades, and hope to be further advanced before school is out. Mr. Big Hat, I inclose a stamp for your picture. I will vote for the cape jasmine, as our department flower. I think many other flowers are pretty, but none to equal this lovely flower, so sweet and pure. Why do you not sell Peggy, Mr. Big Hat? Oh, well, I suppose you can not do without him, can you? Well, there comes long-eared Peggy, so with my best wishes to the department, I will bid you au revoir.
BRAXTON RODGERS, Zephyr, Brown Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I made my address some time prior to this, so will now tell you something about the pleasure trip of a friend of mine. After teaching school in Zephyr, six years ago, he went to New Mexico, and in the eastern part of that state, he taught school two years. He says that they have better schools there, than they do here in Texas, and all strive harder to get an education, than they do here. But, it is not the best country, after all. It is rough and filled with all kinds of people. Though there are a great many religious people there, the majority are roughs. Farther west, it is dry six months, and wet, six months of the year. After the rains in the spring, there is no more rain until August and September. The rains begin up in the mountains and slowly come down to the gulf. It was in August when he began his travels to the east line of Arizona. It was very dry and hot. There was scarcely a living vegetable, except cacti. There were no trees, no grass, not even the trace of grass on hundreds and thousands of acres. The stock was as poor and almost death-stricken, and the people (what few there were) looked shabby. This is the dry season at this place. When it rains, the people begin to be glad. Grass seems to spring from stones almost (for the soil seems as stone, covered over with sand and dust), and the weeds begin to grow. The once desolate hillsides are green, and the cattle begin to get fat and wild. Thus, the stock are prepared for winter. There is scarcely anything made on the farm, except by irrigation; therefore, there is not much farming done. My friend traveled on up into the mountains, and when nearing them, he chanced to spy a small tree, and behold! it was a lovely juniper growing in the wilds -- a tree supposed to be something similar to the one old Sister Phoebe sat under. He perceived it had been raining a little, and he cold see clouds higher upon the mountain. The farther up the mountain he went, the more it had rained. The rainy season was coming and extending down the mountain. The grass grew stronger, and the trees larger, until large pines were found in the valleys and on the mountain sides, purple with tall, waving cedar. He went farther into the mountains and stopped at a house to spend the night, after a long, toilsome day's journey over the trail, and through the canyons. He traveled a part of the next day and came to a house where lived an old acquaintance of his brother's. There was a tall mountain near the house, and the people, wanting to see a green, inexperienced mountain climber before he left, wanted him to climb the mountain in half an hour. He said he could climb any such mountain in that time, so he started. He climbed the mountain in twenty-eight minutes, but was so wearied, he wanted two hours to come down in. The next day, he started on his journey and came to a canyon, through which, ran a beautiful rivulet, glittering, rolling and rushing over the rocks, along the side of which, were tents, in which were seemingly, to him, wild Indians, some sitting smoking, some attending their horses, and some stirring about, as if they were going hunting. He saw one large, brave-looking Indian get up from his tent, which was some distance ahead of him, and started toward the road. He was afraid of the Indian, and whipped the horses and made them run by as fast as they could. When the government supplied the Indians with wagons and harness, the Indians, not knowing what to do with the wagons, pulled them up the hills by their saddles and turned them loose to roll down. The rumbling, tumbling, smashing, breaking and rolling they saw and heard, was fun to them, and, of course, they soon put an end to wagons. My friend drove on, and soon came to a towering mountain and drove along up. It didn't seem very steep, until they looked down; then, it looked as if it would be impossible to drive up. As they neared the summit, they thought the other side would not be so steep, but to their surprise, when they reached the summit, the other side looked almost twice as steep. They drove on down the mountain, but it was so steep, the horses were forced to run almost full speed to keep out of the way of the carriage. He journeyed on and came to the malpile, which is lava that has run from the volcano and filled a valley three miles wide, to a depth unknown. If I am not mistaken, it flowed down the valley fifty or one hundred miles and cooled down. In cooling, it was made porous, rising air bubbles, some small, some two or three feet in diameter. It is infested by all kinds of varmint, and is so rough and hard, that horses can cross in only a few places. It is said that some large animals have wandered about on the malpile, until they could not find a way to get out, and there they perished. Some of the holes are so deep, that one can not hear anything strike the bottom. At the end of the malpile, my friend found a glittering body of water, clear as crystal, flowing out of this hard formation. It looked as if it would quench any one's thirst, but it tasted like salt., lime and most every other deposit. This glistening river flows about one hundred miles to the white sands, which is thought to be formed by this river, the waters carrying the salt, lime and other substances which are in it, and these substances rising and drying. The old inhabitants near the white sands say that they have risen about three feet in the last twenty years. These white sands can be seen a great distance from the mountains. They are entirely treeless. This bed of sand is destitute of any vegetable product, and is so white, that it looks almost like a lake when it is seen from the hillsides. My friend returned home to tell his adventures, and, according to my memory, this is the correct statement.
ANNIE KNIGHT, Lingleville, Erath Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and many unknown cousins: It has been a good while since I had a chat with the cousins. It is pretty cold to visit this morning. Well, did you ever see such aggravating things as boys are? Sometimes, it looks as if they have got more mischief in them than anything else. I can hardly write for them. I have two brothers at home, and two married, and the two that are at home are always in the kitchen, when cooking is going on. One of them is shaving. I guess he is going to see his girl. I presume you are all getting tired hearing about the boys, so I will change the subject. I will tell you about our school. We have about sixty scholars. The girls have to take time about in sweeping the floor, and I think that is a good plan. We have a good teacher. His wife assists him with his school. We also have a literary society on Friday nights. The question for next Friday night is: "Resolved, that nature is more pleasing to the eye than art." I am for the affirmative. I think Leroy Fulmer has suggested a good plan about wearing a certain color of ribbon. I suggest that we have a pink ribbon. I see some of the cousins are describing their homes and the country about them, so I will try to describe mine. One good thing about it, is we have plenty of wood, so we are not liable to freeze. In some places, it is hilly and rocky, and there are a few mountains, but I don't think they are very large. I was on the top of the largest one I have seen here. Nearly every spring, we have plenty of wild flowers, but last spring, it was too dry for them. We didn't have to pick much cotton this year, on account of the dry weather. I believe we had about twelve acres of land in cotton last year, and made six bales, and twelve acres this year, and made two bales. Isn't that a great difference? Well, I had about forgotten to vote for my favorite flower. I hardly know what flower to vote for, they are all so pretty, but I believe I will vote for the modest little violet. We have some violets, but they have not bloomed much. They are nice and green, and look pretty, if they don't bloom. This page has improved a great deal since I last wrote. Well, I believe you all tell your ages, so I will tell mine. I am 16 years old.
NADINE MIRES, Wyatt, Ellis Co., Tex. -- Good morning, Mr. Big Hat and cousins! Here comes a jolly little girl asking admittance in the dear old Cozy Corner. I know I can not compete with some of the cousins, but I hope, as I grew older, I may improve. I am very fond of books. I like to read anything that is interesting, and that would be beneficial. Herbert Taylor, I was glad to see your letters in the Cozy Corner once more. I have read the writings of several poets, but Byron is my favorite poet. Geo. Tovand[?] and Ludie Sanders, come again, your letters were very interesting. Most of the cousins choose a cultivated flower, but there is nothing in my sight so beautiful as the prairies scattered with the beautiful flowers that God alone has cultivated, so I will chose the modest little daisy. My age is 12 years.
METTIE KELLY, Corsicana, Navarro Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and little men and women: In reading the cousins' letters in the last issue of The News, my writing faculties were aroused to such an extent, that I can not possibly resist the temptation of writing to the Cozy Corner. Although I haven't very much of importance to tell you, I would like very much to be admitted, if but for a short time only. The sky looks very gloomy and the rain is falling in torrents. I wish it had waited a few days longer before raining, for I wanted to go to a party to-morrow night, but oh! I'm afraid my wanting will be in vain. But, I won't grumble because it is raining, for I know no power on earth can prevent it. So, let it rain. Our school will begin next Monday, and I will be glad, indeed, for there is nothing I like better than going to school. My highest ambition is to get an education, for with an education, any one can make his or her own living, if left alone in this world, and without it, they can do nothing that amounts to anything. This year is my last year in the scholastic age, but I hope I can go to school a few years longer. Some of the cousins speak of the books they have read. I am sorry I have not been so fortunate as some, for I have read very few books. I have read a few of Longfellow's poems, among which, I liked "E angeline," the "Courtship of Miles Standish," "Tales of a Wayside Inn," and the "Song of Hiawatha" best. I have read several good novels, some of which were "Jane Eyre," "Won by Waiting," "A Golden Heart," "The World Between Them," and "A Broken Heart." I would like very much to read "Beyond Pardon." I like prose better than poetry. Herbert Taylor's poetry was very good. I am glad Mr. Big Hat has come again. Mr. Big Hat, I recited "A Feast Indeed" one time, and had forgotten all about it, until I saw it in The News last week, and it reminded me of it. I see Willard Marl has come once more, but he didn't describe England, as we hoped he would. But nevertheless, we were glad to welcome you again, Willard. I wish cousin "Li Hung Chang Shinplaster" would come again. Aggie Kelly, why didn't you answer my last letter? I have waited quite a while for it now. I see a letter from our "grandpa" cousin, you might say, for he can remember back in the sixties. Frankie Assister was easily scared, wasn't she, cousins? But, I expect if we should come in contact with such a "horrible monster" as that, we would be scared, too. I haven't had any adventures in my life time, but as I am young yet (only sweet sixteen) maybe my time will come after a while. Cousin Lantie, I will cast my vote for the honeysuckle. Cousins, why haven't any of you voted for it? I think it is the sweetest flower in existence. It blooms all through the year. We have one that is blooming now. I think it would be the very one for our department flower. The emblem of it is "a bond of love," and I think we ought to be united by a bond of love, and then there wouldn't ever be any hard feelings existing between us. Ludie Sanders' description of herself is almost exactly like I imagined she was. I couldn't decide on Herbert Taylor; he is so changeable -- one thing one time, and another, the next. I guess we will have a pretty big job on our hands when it comes to describing Joe Farmer and Genevieve Myrdock. I had my "shadow snatched" the other day. The artist wouldn't make just one-half a dozen, as I wanted him to, but I had to make a dozen. I am so good-looking, you know, he wanted a lot of them. I saw a letter in The News from one of my schoolmates, Claudie Logan. I would like to correspond with some of the cousins in the other states.
BESSIE SMITH, Whitney, Hill Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: Here I am, after an absence of about three months. I will not trouble you long, as I see you are so crowded just now, but I wished to vote for my favorite flower, the cream rose. I think it is about the sweetest flower that blooms. Helen Harlan, yes, I have a sister named Lena, she went to school in Waco in 1890-91. She is married now. School has been going on nine weeks. I like my teacher very much. So, Herbert Taylor turned out to be a poet, and we seem to have a good many more poets, too. Come again, Ona Pogue, Frankie Assister, Willard Marl, Gene Myrdock, Myrtie March, and a great many others that would take too much space to mention. I do not have time to read much since school began, only Saturday and Sunday. I am reading "Barrabas" and like it real well. I am going to read "Children of the Abby" when I finish "Barrabas." I enjoyed reading the prize poems, etc. What has become of Rosa Lee Hamblen? She used to write every week, nearly. It is real cold to-day, at least colder than usual. It is just about three weeks until Christmas. Aren't you glad, Miss Big Cap? Write and tell us how you spent Thanksgiving day. I suppose you and your dolls and six little friends had a nice time. Mr. Big Hat, who are the cousins going to pen-picture next? Atwell Clark, you have a remarkable memory. Come again. Do all of the cousins read the Woman's Century? If you don't, you miss some good stories. I have just finished reading "Her Neighbor's Blessing," and think it a good piece. Willie Morgan, I, for one, like to read instructive books. Well, as I promised not to stay long, and I see Peggy looking at me, I will close. Success to The News, Mr. Big Hat, Miss Big Bonnet and all the cousins.
RACHEL SANDERS, Peede, Kaufman Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: May I come again? I am so lonesome to-night. Now, Mr. Peggy, you turn your head for a few moments, and give me a little time to say something to my dear kinfolks. Cousins, I saw my brother, who lives at Minerva, a few months ago; he has changed so much. Now, Miss Big Bonnet, let's hear from you again -- from you and your pets. I haven't any pets, except three cats. That's how I am an old maid. Myrtie March, don't let that girl get away with you. Joe Farmer is a pretty good name. I have a brother whose name is Joe, and he is in Tennessee, also. Now, cousins who live in the far-off states, come again. I read the piece headed "Remember the Other Fellow," and think it a good one. If people would only heed what it says, this world would be a better one. Cousins, Ludie described herself as having a Roman nose, but she has no more Roman nose than a Guinea pig has. Now, Peg, I will not impose on you too much. Poor Peg, I am so sorry for you! If you are hungry, you can devour this letter. But listen, Peg, I will feed you on poetry next time, if you do. Atwell Clark, Mary Breeding, Ora Reynolds, Bennie Russell, Lucy Mitchell, Minnie Whitaker and Willie Morgan, all of you come again. Mr. Big Hat, come down Christmas. We have a turkey that ma calls her Christmas turkey. We are done picking cotton now, and I am glad of it.
RAE BENNETT, Cuero, DeWitt Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I am 8 years old. I have only two pets - a chicken and a cat. This is my first letter, and I hope you will print it so my Aunt Ettie will see it. She is a nurse in the Sealy hospital. My little sister Nellie is 4 years old. My papa takes The News, and I like to read the cousins' letters. Aunt Ruth McRae hears me say my lessons. My little friend, Oro Mayfield, comes to school, too. We love to play at recess. My great-grandma Heard is here on a visit. Grandpa Bennett lives near us. I love to visit him and grandma. Aunt Zorah lives there and we love her baby. He is 6 months old.
MINNIE BRIDGES, Mount Pleasant, Titus Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I wish to join the Cozy Corner. My papa takes The News and I read the cousins' letters and think them very interesting. This is the first time I have written to the Cozy Corner. I am 11 years old. I am going to school now. I am in the fifth grade. I do love to go to school. We have a good school. I have only one sister and one brother, both younger than myself. I will tell the cousins what I have to do every morning before I start to school. I have to wash the dishes, make up the beds, sweep the floor and comb my head. I will vote for the pure white rose.
TOM S. SECOY, Corpus Christi, Nueces Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat, Miss Big Bonnet, cousins and Peggy: Please, may I have a chat with some of the cousins for a moment? The last time I wrote, I lived in Denison. We live a few miles from Corpus Christi, in a place called Aberdeen. It has several nice big houses, and nine out of every thirteen of them are occupied. There is a nice hotel here, and a speaking-place called the tabernacle. There is a wharf and two bath houses and a country school. It has no church, but they use the tabernacle for Sunday-school. Cousins, have you ever fished any? I have. Pet Kelley, come again; you write such nice letters. Genevieve Myrdoch and Preston Allen, come again. Where is our poet, Herbert Taylor? Cousins, let us take and throw Peggy into the bay. We saw many nice things coming from Denison. Who of the cousins have been through the capitol at Austin? I have. It is very nice to look at the curiosities of the Lone Star state. I have seen the cities of Denison, Denton, Fort Worth, Alvarado, Hillsboro, Waco, Belton, Austin, Lockhart, Beeville, Skidmore, Sinton and Corpus Christi. I am no book worm, as I do not care for books. As to the flower department, I vote for the cape jasmine. Hark! I hear a noise! It is Peggy, after my letter.
IDA MAY SHIPMAN, Jacksonville, Cherokee Co., Tex. -- Greetings, Mr. Big Hat and Miss Big Bonnet! I am not very big, and will just fit in a little corner somewhere, if you will let me in. I live in one of the prettiest spots in all big Texas -- Jacksonville. Our country is rolling and covered with beautiful trees. In the spring and summer, we gather lovely flowers, and in the fall, dear Jack Frost comes and kisses the leaves, causing them to blush scarlet and rose with pleasure, while others that were too sheltered, received but a passing nod and turned yellow with jealousy. I guess that is the reason they turn so many colors. But then, they are all very, very beautiful. My mamma thinks sunshine and fresh air are very good things for little girls, so we have such good times going to the woods. She lets us find big leaves, which we use for cups to drink water from the creeks. Sometimes, we walk, and sometimes, we ride. Papa has a big wagon, and when our black man, John, goes out for wood, we go with him and ride home on top of the wood. He lets us gather fruits and nuts, and we sing "Oldtime Religion" and "At the Cross," all the way home. The little birds sing with us now, but soon the snow will come, and we will miss them, oh! so much. I love them very dearly, and think it very cruel to catch or kill them. Our washer-woman brought us a baby blue-jay, and we had to take care of it. It did not live in a cage, but just lived in the house with us, and slept in a box papa fixed for it. He was such a saucy fellow, he would steal my paper dolls and tear them all to pieces, and then dance on the scraps, and when he wanted to bathe, he would get in my hair and try to splash. I have a canary, a pair of rabbits, and a black cat, and what is best of all, I have a little sister. She is 4 1/2 years old, and so sweet and pretty. Santa Claus is going to bring us a Shetland pony, and then I can tell you of lots more fun. We used to live in Galveston, and Christmas, we are going there to see our grandma, and will try to get a peep at you. I enjoy reading the children's page very much, and will expect to see my letter there. This is my first attempt to write to strangers, and as I am only 6 years old, I hope you will excuse me from writing a longer letter.
SALOME RETTIG, Garrison, Nacogdoches Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I am a little girl 8 years old. I wrote you one letter, but Peggy must have eaten it, as I never could find it in the paper. I will write this one better, so you can read it. I have a little sister, 2 years older than I am, and we have the most fun playing with our dolls. Our auntie, out west, is going to send us a rag doll. They are the best kind to play with, because you can bathe them every day, and they won't come to pieces. We think blowing soap bubbles is just the best fun. We blow them through an empty spool. As soon as we blow them out, they begin to show pretty, bright colors, of every kind. But, we do not play all the time. Mamma says we help her a great deal. Sister Frankie reads aloud for the rest of us. We like fairy stories, and we like to read the cousins' letters. Our school begun the 1st of September, and I was so glad. I have the same dear teacher I had last year, and I am going to study hard and learn fast. How many of the cousins can swim? We have a pool that comes to my chin, and I can't begin to tell you how much fun we had this summer, going in every day.
MARY AGNES O'ROURKE, Wortham, Freestone Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat -- I am just going to stop in a few minutes, as I pass by the door of the Cozy Corner, to chat a while with Mr. Big Hat, his sister, the cousins, and Peggy. Here I come again to have a talk with you all. My cousins are living in Dallas now. As soon as the men come home from their work every Friday night, I inquire whether they have been to town, and if they have, I ask them whether they have brought The News. If so, I run for the page for the little folks. My school has not opened yet, but I think it will, in about two weeks. We have two pets, a dog and a cat. I will cast my vote for the cape jasmine, as I think it is a beautiful flower. My sister votes for the pansy. Inclosed find 10 cents for the Houston fund, and stamp for yours and your sister's pictures.
ANNA BOYD, Abilene, Taylor Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and my many unknown cousins: I have been a silent reader of the department for the past two years, but think it a good idea for young folks to employ their idle time in writing to the Cozy Corner. Most of the cousins speak about their pets, but I haven't any, except two dolls. I call one Mr. Big Hat, and the other, Miss Big Bonnet. I play with them often. I am picking cotton when it isn't raining. The people of this community are about through picking cotton. Mr. Big Hat has so kind a heart, as to let the cousins vote for the flower they think would suit the Cozy Corner. I vote for the modest violet, for it is my favorite. Mr. Big Hat, inclosed you will find a stamp for yours and Miss Big Bonnet's pictures.
OLIA GRISHAM, Durango, Falls Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and merry cousins: As I have not written to you in some time, I will once again try to escape the wastebasket. Mr. Big Hat, I am very grateful to you for publishing my other little letter. I have been going to school two weeks. There is nothing I like better than going to school. I think it is such a great advantage to anyone to have an education. Cousin Lantie, if I am not too late, I will cast my vote for the department flower. I will choose the modest little violet. Bessie Smith of Waco, I have a cousin living in Waco. Her name is Lillie Smith. Miss Big Bonnet, I think you must be a might sweet little girl. I will send a 2-cent stamp for yours and Mr. Big Hat's pictures. Errol Russell, I will answer your question. The battle of Goliad was fought March 1813. I will ask a question: When was Lousiana purchased by the United States?
ANNA MOVIE, Whitney, Hill Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins (Peggy, also): As my other letter was published, I thought I would try again. I am going to school, and one of my brothers is going, too. I have eight studies. I am 13 years old. My favorite flower is the chrysanthemum. Ferdi Howard, come again; you write splendid letters. Cousins, I went across the river not long ago, and went squirrel hunting, and had more fun, and gathered more pretty flowers. I would love to correspond with some of the cousins, but they will have to write first. Cousins, I live just a little piece from town. What has become of Bessie Bee? I am taking writing lessons, and like it very much. Free school will commence here Monday. Miss Big Bonnet, come again; I just love to read your letters.
LAURA SHEPPARD, Frost, Navarro Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here comes another little girl wishing to make you acquaintance. I will come in and chat with you for a few minutes, as I do not see any letters from this part of the country. I am a little country girl, but I go to school in town. It is a mile from our house to the schoolhouse. I love to go to school. I like my teacher mighty well. I haven't been going to school, but just a week. I go to Sunday school every Sunday. I am a member of the Baptist church. I am 14 years old. I think the Cozy Corner becomes interesting every week. This is my first attempt to write to it. I would like to correspond with some of the cousins of my age.
OTELIA BUSCHICK, Davy, DeWitt Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and Miss Big Bonnet: I was 11[?] years old in September. I have one sister, she is 5 years old. I have one brother dead. I am going to school now, and love to go. I like my teacher very well. My sister and myself have one pet, that is a colt. My little sister has a playhouse. I picked 1800[?] pounds of cotton. Papa paid me 35 cents a hundred. Papa made five bales of cotton off of eight acres. I vote for the red rose. I have two great-grandmas. One is 90 years old, and the other one is 76 years old. I am named after both of them. I have just been reading the cousins' letters. Don't let Peggy get my letter, for this is my first, and I think he would get sick eating it.
GOULA MANN, Farmer, Young Co., Tex. -- Little Mr. Big Hat: I am a little girl 10 years old. As I have never written to you, I thought I would write a little letter. I go to school and like my teacher. I am taking music lessons, and intend to be a music teacher. I have a pet cat.
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