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November 8, 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.

SALLIE CRITIC, Sulphur Springs, Hopkins Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: While the evening shades are drawing near, and all the earth is resplendent with the golden glory of the setting sun, may I enter our beloved "Cozy Corner" for a few moments' chat? Please give me a rocking chair by this bay window, just by the side of Frankie Assiter, where we may enjoy the balmy autumn breeze and receive the cousins with a hearty welcome. But Frankie, dear, although we and my goose quill are just beyond reach of the boys in this lovely little nook, still, I won't promise to "do the honors of the house," except for a tiny wee bit of time, because there are other cousins coming who are more popular than I, and who entertain in more royal style. Cousins, wasn't John Criddle's last letter just excellent? In fact, all of his are. Literature is my greatest delight, and if I possessed his knowledge of good reading, I would think I knew something about it. But, my reading has been very irregular, as I've spent the greater portion of my days so far in poring over text books. I have read recently, "Barriers Burned Away," by E. P. Roe; "Scottish Chiefs," by Jane Porter; Edna Lyall's "Donovan," "Barbara Heathcote's Trial," by Carey; "Darkness and Daylight," by Mary J. Holmes and "The Heavenly Twins," by Sarah Grand. The latter was quite interesting and particularly amusing when relating the caprice and whims of "The Twins," but I very much dislike the slur thrown at religion. The "New Woman" is very forcibly brought out in the book. I am quite eager to read all of Roe's and Jane Porter's works. Cousin Genevieve, although you warned us against pen-picturing you, the threat which you gave of writing a long letter to the one who should come nearest the ideal, proves quite an incentive for me to use my imaginative powers to their utmost limit, for I do most intensely like to get a long letter. Now, I may be as far wrong as east is from west, but I imagine you possess a figure fit for a model of Venus, auburn tresses, which cluster in soft curls around the fair forehead, eyes of a slightly darker hue (than the curls, I mean), a Grecian profile, and a countenance which betokens all that could be desired to entitle you to the appellation of "Genius-ess." There, have I missed you very far? If so, please pardon me and send a letter, anyway. Cousin Mattie Wentworth, I see in your letter you have been on a visit to your sister at Cheapside. We expect to move to Cheapside real soon, and I should be so glad to meet you. We will be "strangers in a strange land," and though we leave home and many dear friends here, I hope we can find a pleasant home among kind people there. Now, Mr. Big Hat, doubtless you are wishing I'd make my exit, so, I'll bid you all adieu, with a promise to write some time in the future from our new home, if my inability in serving as hostess this time has not deterred me from receiving a welcome. But, before you close the door, let me ask a favor: Please send Peggy around for me to take a ride, because I'm sure she will want to show her gratitude to me for preparing such a dainty (?) morsel for her evening meal, and that would please me better than any other mode she could adopt.

BROWNIE RAGSDALE, Barry, Navarro Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: It has been nearly a year since I wrote to the dear old News. I wish I could write as interesting letters as Katie Norton, Willard Marle, Florence Giddens and Wilhelmine Clark. We did not make a half crop this year on account of the dry weather. I have just finished reading some of the cousins' letters. I live with my uncle. My father is dead. I have three brothers, and I am the only girl. I will be glad when school commences, for I like to go. Miss Big Bonnet, you look a wee bit of a 3-year-old girl. I don't think Mr. Big Hat grows much. I would like to see if he looks like his picture in the paper. I haven't any pets. I vote for the white rose. I am 11 years old.

JOHN RODDY, Perry, Falls Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I like to see a letter from Perry once in a while, if I have to write it myself. I will tell the cousins what I have to do. I milk five cows myself, and then I help papa pick cotton, and when I am not picking cotton, I help mamma at the house. I have to watch the baby to keep him from running away. Some days, he falls down so much, he has a big knot on both sides of his head, so that he looks like a horned boy. Some times, he is equal to Peck's bad boy. I will put him against Maggie Gray's 2-year-old brother. I do believe he is the meanest 2-year-old I ever saw. I want to ask Mr. Big Hat a question: Is there being a boys' home and state industrial school erected, or is there going to be one erected in Dallas? I am 10 years old.

Mr. Big Hat's response:
Mr. Big Hat understands that there is a move on foot to build an institution of this kind. It certainly is much needed, and while he is not authority in the matter, he does not doubt but what you have been correctly informed.

GUSTAV BEIER, Bellville, Austin Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Several months have elapsed since I wrote to the department, and I have been thinking for a long time, that I would steal time from my daily work and reading, and write once more to the dear old News. Mr. Big Hat, we were hunting last Sunday, and we had lots of fun. I was in company with all my friends. We had a big fest here the 8th[?] of this month, and I had a long talk with one of The News cousins, named August K. He lives in our neighborhood. I would love to correspond with some of the cousins. Mr. Big Hat, inclosed find [2] cents for your pictures. Here is my emblem vote:

     "There's a yellow rose in Texas,
         That I'm a-going to see;
     No other darky knows her,
         No darky, only me."

MILLIE L. JOHNSON, Dallas, Dallas Co., Tex. -- Miss Big Bonnet and all the little cousins: I am going to write a tiny little letter, as I am a very little girl, but still, I hope not too small to be admitted to the Cozy Corner. Mamma reads me all the letters from the younger members, and Miss Big Bonnet's last letter was too cute for anything. I do not go to school yet, but mamma teaches me at home. She is writing this for me, 'cause I begged her to let me write, and she said you probably would not understand my writing. Never mind, I will write myself one of these days. Brother and I have a pair of pet rabbits, and I have three brothers. _ommie J., of Alvin, Texas., my baby brother, just 5 months old, is a namesake of ours. Myrtle M., of Mineral Wells, did you get my letter? I vote for the sweet little pansy, as it is my favorite flower. Enclosed find stamp for Mr. Big Hat's and Miss Big Bonnet's pictures. Brother wants Mr. Big Hat's (or, as he calls him, Mr. High Hat's). Also, find 10 cents for the Houston fund. Hark! I hear a loud bray. I knew Peggy was hiding somewhere, so I must hasten and say adieu!

Mr. Big Hat's response:
Mr. Big Hat wishes that cousins from Dallas and other large cities would give their street and number when sending for pictures. The postman may not know where all the little children live, and the pictures may not reach them.

LEE SYPERT, Rogers, Bell Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: The days have rolled by (as days will, you know), and the time has arrived, and it is just a pleasant morning to visit Mr. Big Hat. So, I crimp my hair, powder my face and gracefully and innocently step over the threshold. Any one who reads my letters will know I am either innocence or ignorance abroad. The latter, I should say. As before mentioned, I step over the threshold, and lo! I meet Miss Big Bonnet, with her six little friends, right at the door. Merely wishing them good morning, I pass on, for time is precious. On I go, till I meet Florence Giddens, who is still awake from the effects of her coffee. Next, I meet Lenora Rentz, who hasn't quite got over her fright. Then, Willard Marle, who is all the way from England. Seeing he looks wearied from his long journey, I pass on and meet Katie Norton, Frank Assiter and Wilhelmine M. Clark. Miss Clark's letter keeps me quite a while, it is so interesting. But, at last, I pull myself away and see -- oh, is it possible? Yes, quite true -- Peggy and the waste basket! How they scare me! But, perhaps some of the cousins who have experienced the same thrill will tell me it won't turn my hair white. While Peggy is staring at me with those horrible eyes, and I am trembling in every limb, he hears a noise behind him, and looking around, sees a letter written with a pencil. He eagerly pounces on it, and while his attention is drawn from me, I think surely, I can slip by, and here I am! Cousins, I am here now; what must I say? I would say that, "seeing so many nice letters from other cousins, I feel quite timid in writing." But, I think that will be circulated freely without my aid. After seeing a letter in The News written about our "grand old state," I think, perhaps, I can do worse than "write up" my "grand old county." I fear my write-up would be a very poor one, if it were not for the knowledge of the books and papers I have read. Bell county bears the name of old Gov. Bell. Stretching across Texas from Red river on the northeast to the Colorado river as a general southwestern boundary, lies the famous black land belt of Texas. This strip varies in width from 50 to 150 miles, and is the garden spot of the state. It is famous, not only for its uniform production of the great southern staples, cotton and corn, but derives its importance equally from the class of people who have settled it. Texas, in her vast domain, embraces many other highly favored spots, and in some places, notably, the rich river bottoms and alluvial deposits of south Texas, cotton and corn are grown, with even more luxuriousness than in the black belt; but, on the other hand, the difficulties of farming, the ravages of the cotton worm, and the blight of negro labor, have, with other causes, served to drop the favored spots far behind the great black lands in production, population and general advancement. Among the large number of counties that occupy such a high place in the records of wealth, refinement, fertility of soil and prosperity of its citizens, Bell county, perhaps, takes the lead. There are other counties that have a good class of citizens; there are other counties where the educational features are prominent; there are other counties that produce fine cotton and corn; there are numbers of counties in Texas that are blessed with some of these things in a high degree, but to Bell county belongs the distinction of having them all. Situated near the southern end of the famous belt, and including in her western borders, a scope of hills and brakes, Bell county, at once, possesses the natural advantages of locality, rich soil, fine streams, good building material and cedar wood. The central northern, southern and eastern portions of the county are all the richest of farming lands. The western division is broken, and from these hills, descend beautiful rivers and creeks, and among them are found quarries of excellent building stone and lime rocks, while their sides, in the northwestern part, furnish the everlasting mountain cedar, from which, for forty miles around, is obtained the posts and timbers used in improving the prairie farms. The bottom timbers furnish all the firewood that is required, and there are few localities where there is not good timber within a mile or two, at the furthest. The principal streams of the county are Little river, Leon river, Cowhouse, Nolan and Salado creeks in the western part, and Cottonwood, Little Elm, Big Elm, Camp and North Elm creeks in the eastern part. The western streams all afford excellent water power, and Salado creek, especially, is one of the finest in the state. The nature of the soil is eminently such as to make it a farming paradise. It is deep black in color, waxy, and contains very little or not sand. The climate of Bell county is delightful. The winter season extends through, but about two months -- December and January. There is a great artesian region, also, and Bell has her share of wells, which are becoming more numerous all the time. They have lately discovered gold in Bell county, near Nolanville. They have taken fifty-six grains of metal from two ounces of ore. My age is 15.

EDNA FINE, Carlton, Hamilton Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: We are up with our cotton picking. We have gathered five and a half bales. School will begin in about two weeks, and I will be glad, for I want to get an education. Ludie Sanders, I am glad to hear you have the chance to get an education. Cousins, I will tell you about the ice cream supper I attended last Monday night. We had a nice time playing croquet, and also, a fine swing. We had plenty of ice cream and cake, but the night was real cool, and we did not relish the cream very much. Cousins, what do you think of the Cozy Corner? It is improving so much. Why, there is Herbert Taylor, a poet; Genevieve Myrdock, a geniusess, and my sister Nora says she is Bill Fire-eater, from Arkansas. Johnnie Price has come back again. He writes a very interesting letter. Maud Carson, come again. I thought you had almost forgot us. Ludie Sanders, I would like to correspond with you, provided you will write the first letter. Velma Scott, come again, and get my name right next time. Audrey Hope, Bertha Smithwill, C. Flowers and Addie James and myself -- all so far apart, that we don't get to see each other but about four times a week! Wallpapur A. Shinplaster and John W. Criddle, come again. Hold up, Peggy! Don't be so greedy; where are your manners?

ABE DE VALENCIA, Galveston, Galveston Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and Miss Big Bonnet: I should like to join your happy band of cousins, of course, with Peggy's consent. School began just a week ago. I am 9 years old, and am in the high fifth grade. My teacher is very good to me, of course, when I am good to her. Do any of the cousins think they can pronounce my name? Very few of my Galveston friends can. They call me just what they think sounds best, but please, cousins, don't follow their example, and nickname me. Therefore, I'll pronounce it for you. Here it is: De-Va-len-ci-a. I will answer Ollie Mae Roger's question. What can eats grass cleaner than a goose? Well, I guess Peggy, if he has no letters to eat.

ARTHUR STORRS, Granger, Williamson Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Will you let another one into your circle? I like to read the letters from the cousins so much. I go to school. I am in the fifth grade. We have a good school here, with five teachers. I am 12 years old. I haven't any pets, but my little sister, 2 years old, and a puppy. I guess you don't know much about this town. It is on the Missouri, Kansas and Texas railroad, twelve miles north of Taylor. We have about 700 inhabitants. My papa has a general merchandise business, two gins and mills, besides some other business. He takes The Daily News. If the mule don't eat this up, I will come again.

FOREST LYNN ELKIN, Abilene, Taylor Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: This is my first attempt to write to the Cozy Corner. I have a little sister, 8 years of age. I was 7 not long ago. We had a baby prairie dog, a white one, too, but it died. It would not have died if it had not fallen down the stairs. We have a wolf, and it is gentle, and we can pet it. We have a horse and eight pigs.

PEARLEY WAKEFIELD, Groesbeck, Limestone Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here comes a girl, 11 years of age, to join your happy band. Papa takes The News, and I enjoy reading the cousins' letters. I have no pets, except one little brother. School will begin Nov. 1, and I will be so glad. One of my cousins got married Sunday. I will ask the cousins some questions: How many books are there in the Bible, how many authors were there, and how long did it take to print it the first time?

FERDI HOWARD, Whitewright, Grayson Co., Tex. -- Well, cousins, I thought I had read a great deal, but we'll have to vote John Criddle the bookworm of the Corner. What a nice time he must have reading! Of the list he gave, "Two Years Before the Mast" is the only book I've read. I remember a funny little incident related in this book: The little sailor had been ordered aloft to do some work. When it was completed, the captain called out, "Lay aloft, there!" which means, come down. The boy lay down and the captain yelled: "Lay aloft there, you lubber!" The boy leaned over and said: "Please, sir, I'm layin' down." The captain then said, "Come down," which was much more sensible. Girls, have you read the "Heavenly Twins," by Sarah Grand? It is strictly for woman's rights' some things in it are splendid, and others, ridiculous. (Doubtless, if this falls under Sarah's eyes, they will be filled with tears of mortification.) I have read nearly all of Dickens' works, for he is my favorite author. What can give one more pleasure than perusing books written by the great writers? Whipple has beautifully said: "From the hour of the invention of printing, books, and not kings, were to rule in the world. Weapons forged in the mind, keen-edged and brighter than a sunbeam, were to supplant the sword and the battle axe. Books! Lighthouses built on the sea of time; Books! by whose sorcery the whole pageantry of the world's history moves in solemn procession before the eyes. From their pages, great souls look down in all their grandeur, undimmed by the faults and follies of earthly existence, consecrated by time." Yes, Mr. Big Hat, Cousins Willard Marl shall have a warm place in the Cozy Corner as you requested. We hope his chair will be seldom vacant. Frankie Assiter, Florence Giddens, Leonora Rentz, Bertha Saufley and Maria Burgan, write often. Ethel Rose, you have my sincere sympathy. I am sure all of us would like you to write again. Gus Ford, I am glad you like my letters. I must not forget to tell Wallpapur A. Shinplaster that Dallas has fourteen correspondents. I know of no other town that has so many. What a sweet picture Maggie Gill's letter presents to my mental view! Four cousins spending vacation at grandpa's, making his heart glad with their childish glee. Doubtless, they have parted ere this, but each one is thinking what a grand time they will have when reunited in the glad Christmas time. Though they may be widely separated in the future, they will always remember with joy, the time when they spent vacation together at grandpa's!

PRESTON ALLEN, Allen, Collin Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: If you will admit me and be patient, I will promise not to stay long. I have been reading The News for some time, and I like it and the cousins' letters very much. This is my first letter to the Cozy Corner. I have never seen a letter from any of my Allen friends, but hope to see a great many in the future. We have a great many nice boys and girls in our town. We had a nice rain Sept. 19, which was greatly needed and thankfully received. It kept the thermometer from going to 600 in the shade. Now, some one of the cousins says, "There comes another Herbert Taylor." You may think it is not true, but it has been hot enough here this summer to bake lizards and hatch chickens without the use of an incubator. The weather, as an inexhaustible subject, is a twin brother to politics. Mr. Big Hat, don't tell anybody that I am ugly and red-headed, and over 16 years old, besides, for I have lots of time to learn. ("Yes, and lots to learn,) whispers some one from the Corner).  But, that is all right, for some of our greatest men came from the plow handles, and who knows, but what others may arise from the same source.  It is a poor rule that won't work twice. But, I am not applying this to myself, though, it may be probable.  Boys, work up, and let's all be politicians, for that is all the go, now. The man who can't talk politics is not fit to associate with any kind of -- ticks. Roxie Harten and Frankie Watt, come again.  I like the name of Honey Bees very much. Mattie Wentworth, I enjoyed your letter very much, especially Chubb's part of it, and I also agree with you when it comes to girls' working on the farm.  I think they do well if they do the housework, unless the family are all girls.  Now, a few lines to Peggy. This letter has some of the blackest and sickest mud in it you ever saw, and if Mr. Big Hat does not want to go to the expense of paying for your burial outfit, he had better not give it to you. Whoa, mule! I will inclose 10 cents for the Sam Houston memorial stone fund.

HATTIE WATELSKY, Ladonia, Fannin Co., Tex. -- Good evening, Mr. Big Hat and cousins (Peggy, also); I will make my first attempt to the Cozy Corner, as my deskmate is writing to you, and she persuaded me, also. She has had her last letter published.  Her name is Latchie Myrick, and we are just like twin sisters.  We began school together and have continued to sit together, and went every year and got promoted. We were 7 years old when we started, and now we are 12, and we are in the seventh grade.  We also take music.  Latchie got a medal in writing, and I got a medal in music.  I also take elocution.  I will send in my vote for the cape jasmine.  There are many sweet flowers, but I have come to the conclusion that the cape jasmine is the prettiest. We both love to ride horseback and both have horses and go some evenings after school.

EUGENE WHITLEY, Riddleville, Karnes Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: We are nearly through picking cotton. I have made $8.30 picking cotton; can pick 203 pounds in a day. Papa gave me 10 cents a hundred for picking. Cousins, my favorite flower is the yellow chrysanthemum, and papa says that his favorite flower is the biscuit. I am 137 months old. I have written four or five letters to The News, and every one has been printed. The next letter I write, I will write about Christmas, and if it is not good enough to print, Peggy can have it for a Christmas present. I will send 5 cents to the Sam Houston fund. It did not rain here from the 5th of July, till in September, too late to do cotton any good. The corn and cotton were both cut short here by dry weather, corn especially. Some of it shot and missed, and some didn't shoot at all. Cousins, I have killed thirteen rabbits and two owls this summer. I am going to get me another gun when I go to town. Mr. Big Hat, I am going to sell my Washington mule and go on a bicycle. Does Miss Big Bonnet ride a bicycle? If she does, I don't want her for a sweetheart. I wish you would sell Peggy and get you a bicycle, so you won't have any mule to eat letters. I am the only baby in the family, boy or girl, but when I get grown, I am going to adopt a girl in the family.

LATCHIE MYRICK, Ladonia, Fannin Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat, Miss Big Bonnet and dear cousins: I was so glad to see my last letter in print. It encourages me to write again. Write again, Lizzie Harrison. I think you write such interesting letters. Yes, I think bicycle riding is nice, as I can ride. Some of you cousins ought to visit me, as we have a large orchard and live in a three-story house. I will cast my vote for the cape jasmine. There are many flowers I admire, but I think the cape jasmine is the sweetest. How many of the cousins take music? I do, and like it very much. As I said in my last letter, I intend to be a music teacher. Christmas will soon be here, and I will be so glad, as old Santa Claus always visits me. I am a little lonesome since my sister has gone to Bowling Green, where she is attending school. I have encouraged my deskmate to write, also, and we would feel very much pleased to see our letters in print together. I love to ride horseback. I went last week with one of my friends, and a nice time we sure had.

EVIE SWINNEY, Salem, Newton Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have not written to the Cozy Corner in a long time. Miss Big Bonnet, come again. Your letters are so interesting. What has become of Ludie Sanders, Bessie Bee and Herbert Taylor? I think they write such interesting letters. Well, cousins, are you all going to school? I am. I like to go very much. I am 12 years old. I go to Sunday school every Sunday evening and like it splendidly. Mr. Big Hat, I will vote for the sweet little violet. Listen! I hear Peggy coming, so I must close.

NANNIE McDANIEL, Thorndale, Milam Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Will you admit another stranger into your Cozy Corner?  Now, cousins, if you want to make friends with me, you must be very nice and pleasant.  I'll try not to detain you long.  I'll bet none of you can guess where I'm sitting to write to you.  I'm in the shade of the house at the east end.  'Tis the most pleasant place I've found yet.  The cousins talk of Herbert Taylor so much in their letters.  Herbert, why don't you write to the Corner oftener?  And, a great many others ought to come oftener, as some are praised the very highest.  I think there are some of the cousins that write such interesting letters.  I am 15 years old.  Well, as it is my time to vote for my favorite flower, I'll vote for --

The cape jasmine; 'tis a beautiful flower;
    Looks as fresh as a spring shower;
Its odor is very sweet,
    And that makes the jasmine complete.

IDA BLAN, Cleburne, Johnson Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Wishing to make your acquaintance, I thought I would come in and chat with you for a few minutes. It has been several months since I had a chat with you all, though, if I do not come very often, I hope when I do come, I am welcome. For the last four or five months, I have been reading the cousins' letters, and I think they are very interesting. I read a letter from here some time ago, from Miss Jennie Arnold. It was so interesting, although she said she did not think her letter would be interesting to little folks. I am nothing but a little girl, 14 years old, and it certainly interested me. I would like to read another one from her. Mr. Big Hat, we have not been taking the paper very long, though, we took it a long time ago, when I was 10 years old. Then, I wrote very often, and so, I thought when we commenced taking the paper again, that you would be a great big boy. But, I see you look just like you always did. I do wonder if your dress doesn't ever get dirty, and are your eyes never going to get strong? Donia Cordell, do come again. You wrote the best letter that I have ever read in the Cozy Corner. I do hope every one of the dear cousins read it, especially the boys, for it was so good. Cousin Paula Evans, I can certainly sympathize with you, for I know it was sad to give up a dear brother. Mr. Big Hat, I do wonder where our dear cousin Ida Smith has gone. She wrote to the Cozy Corner years ago. She was an invalid, you know. I would like so much to read a letter from her, for she was Mr. Big Hat's pet, I think, then.

Mr. Big Hat's response:
Don't you mean Cousin Ida Hill, instead of Ida Smith? She still writes occasionally.

ETHEL ELDRIDGE, Waco, McLennan Co., Tex. -- Dear cousins and Peggy, also (as she received my first and last epistle, or at least, I suppose so, as it never has made its appearance). How many of you understand the art of cooking? Most of you, I presume. In my estimation, all should know, boys included, but especially the girls, for we might have to take the place of "mother" some day, and I am sure we all would want to be as excellent cooks as our mothers. Some boys can cook as well or better than girls. My papa has been cooking breakfast ever since I can remember, and it is quite ludicrous to see him sometimes. He forgets and thinks he has on a dress, I suppose, and he starts to grab at it to lift a hot frying pan, as he has seen me do. Some girls don't know any more about cooking than some boys. The other day, a cooking club was to met at the house of one of the girls that belonged to the club. Each girl was to take something that she had cooked herself. One of the girls concluded that she would take a turkey, so she went to work, got a cook book and began. The recipe read: "Baste the turkey." Well, she got a needle and thread and sewed it up, instead of pouring gravy on it. Another thought she would bake an angel cake. The recipe she was going by, said: "Beat the whites separately." She took an egg at a time and beat them one by one (twelve in all), instead of beating the whites and then the yellows. Still another made coffee cake, and instead of using a cup of liquid coffee, she used a cup of ground coffee. And, goodness knows, what they didn't do. Welcher Holland, come again. Your letter was splendid. Also, Lee Sypert and those Churndasher boys. Their description of each other was fine, and I am sure they are both "handsome dudes." Well, I will close out of sympathy with the reader. Will Mr. Big Hat or the cousins please give me a name for our society? It meets every Saturday evening, and we sew, crochet and do most any kind of fancy work. We have been at a loss for a name for it.

Mr. Big Hat's response:
Call it the Utility club, Nimble Fingers or Busy Bees.

LOU ELLA WAKEFIELD, Midway, Madison Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: As I have never seen a letter from this part of Texas, I thought I would write one. Papa takes The News, and I always try to get it first. I have written several letters, but never sent them off. Miss Big Bonnet, why don't you write often? I like to read your letters. Come down here and I will help you take your dolls to Europe. I think you have a kind mamma, and I have, too. I am 12 years old and have been taking music lessons two years. I am taking from my oldest sister now. I will vote for the cape jessamine. My chum goes to school. I was sitting with her, but we were so bad, the teacher made me move. I call her Pete, and she calls me Bill. There are six stores here, two blacksmith shops, one wood shop and three gins. I haven't any pets, but I have little twin sisters, 5 years old. My chum is 13, but she is not near as large as I am. I have to let her read this to see if I tell the truth.

[Note: Wilson F. Wakefield was appointed postmaster at Midway, on June 29, 1876, and continued at that post, until December 15, 1914]

ELLA HEATH, Grand View, Johnson Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat, Big Bonnet, cousins and Peggy, also: Will you admit another 14-year-old girl to your happy circle? I haven't been a reader of The News, but about eight months, yet, I like it very much. School will begin again in about a week, and I will be so glad. I surely love to go to school. Two of my old chums came Saturday night and I've had a nice time. Come again, little Miss Big Bonnet. I enjoy your letters very much. This is my first letter.

EMMA HEATH, Grand View, Johnson Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Will you let another little 11-year-old girl into your happy corner? It is so interesting. I am a farmer's daughter. I have to help my papa pick cotton. I know my letter will not be interesting like some of the cousins' who can write so well. School will begin soon. I will be so glad, for I do love to go to school. How many of the cousins have read the book of the "Trumpet Blast?" I have never read it all, but have read a little in it, and think it is a good book.

FLORA MARSHALL, Comanche, Comanche Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here I am, knocking for admittance. Will you let me join your happy band? I am not very bashful, so I guess I will soon get acquainted with you. I think the cousins improve every time they write. I will cast my vote for the white chrysanthemum. Well, as this is my first attempt, I had better not write a very long letter, for Peggy will be sure to get it. My age is 14.

MARVIN BARNES, Sipe Springs, Comanche Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have long been a silent reader and admirer of the Cozy Corner, but I can not withstand the temptation any longer. I think writing and reading is one of the best things that young men and women can do, and reading the cousins' letters is very interesting, as well as instructive, for you hear from all parts of the country and get the many bright thoughts of all the cousins. Writing is also good exercise for the mind. Every letter you write brings new thoughts to the mind. Cousin Gene, I will try to picture you in writing. You are about 18 years old, 5 feet high, weigh 120 pounds and are fair, with golden hair. You can keep up with most girls in talking. Our public school will commence Nov. 1. A private school commenced Oct. 1. Myrt, I can imagine how you and Gene ran when those girls and boys found you out, and how they teased you afterward. Mr. Big Hat, I used to live in Dallas, and have been in The News office several times, and have been to the Dallas Fair three times. I will vote for the white rose.

MILDRED FRANCIS SEIBERT, Galveston, Galveston Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: I am just 8 years old. I am going to school every day. I study my lessons every night. I have one little sister and two little brothers. Little Ethel is going to school next year. I am reading in the second reader. We have a little baby cousin living with us, who gets into my playthings when I am at school. This is my first letter to the Cozy Corner. I hope to have my next one a little better.

LIZZIE MAI CONNOR, Waxahachie, Ellis Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: I have been reading The News for a long time, and have seen so many nice letters, that I thought I would write. My little cousin, Annie Grimes, that used to write such nice letters, is visiting me now. I have a real pretty bicycle and can ride very well. Eugenia Lomax is my little playmate; we play together all the time. We live right near each other. I am 10 years old and in the fourth grade. My school will begin Monday. I like to go to school very well. Little Miss Big Bonnet, you must come in again. You are so sweet! I like to see you.

PET KELLEY, Paris, Lamar Co., Tex. -- Dear cousins: For so, you all seem now, as I have written several times before (this being my fifth attempt) and naturally, I feel "quite at home," the expression generally made while out on an occasion where we are permitted to "jine in," saying just what we think, thinking just what we say, and all in all, having a good time. The majority of us, no doubt, are looking forward to better times always, when very often, circumstances are such that we might be happy a great many more times than we really are, instead of blighting our lives by brooding over things that hardly have the name of trouble mingled with it, and relaxing into a state of discontent, which comes to us so often. Some people (especially girls) take everything so easily, in the way of trouble, sorrows and cares. But, I never was a happy-go-lucky sort of girl, and don't suppose will ever be; although, I may make an abrupt turn some day, when least expecting it, and never stop to think of either present, past or future, but drift on (perhaps by the winds, if a gale strong enough should happen along) forgetting everything and everybody, except what happens to happen just then. I believe I lose more sleep, as well as breath, pondering over mathematics, than anything else, because most everything besides this seems to come naturally to me. Ethel Rose, you are one which we all sympathize with, and everyone else who is so afflicted, that they are deprived of enjoying the beauty and wonders of this great earth. But you, Ethel, are not so very far behind in your studies, according to your age. Perhaps you will, again, be able to enter school, and the thought of your past suffering will, doubtless, encourage and enable you to strive at every effort within your reach to gain your aim. Several of the cousins have invited me back again. Please accept my thanks for the compliments paid. I can quite readily return them, every one. I come so much, and my visits are so frequent, that it wouldn't be surprising, in the least, if you would all stretch your faces and yawn. But, who could stay away from such a cozy nook, illuminated by the bright ray of the "Queen of the Moon" in all her glory, "as it falls over the many interesting faces who are listening to a strange, sleepy story of a vanished hero." Now, Dixie O'Neal, let your rays fall over in this direction again soon, and please give us some information concerning that story and the vanished hero, for I'm sure, if there was anything told in shape of tale or truth, I was present just for the fun of "seeing it well done." But, I can't bring my thoughts together enough this evening to remember of hearing one told, as you have described it. I have been trying to persuade one of my friends, Emma Shanklin, to cast her vote for the white hyacinth -- my ticket -- as the selection for the department flower, but she's not one of the kind to be brought around by persuasion, and though I tried to torment her into it as well, she wouldn't come under. So, Cousin Lantie, you can surely give her vote a big stamp on the list of the jasmines. Before taking my departure, I will give you a short biography of the great champion of the reformation. Martin Luther. He was the son of a poor miner, and during his boyhood days, went about the streets singing. This was his only way of earning a living, and while he was so poor that he was very often half-starved, his brain was busy. Often, he was very cold, but the fire in his brain kept him warm, as it did the builders of the "Castles in Spain." Although he had little to encourage him, his ambition ran so high, as to hope some day, to be a priest. One evening late, he arrived at the door of a kind German and his wife. When they heard his voice, at once the door was thrown open to the little waif, and he entered, only to find an invitation to spend the night under their hospitable roof. After that, he lived ever with them, getting a good education, and afterward, being sent to a monastery. In the course of several years, he had made a great study of the Bible, and from a roaming street singer, he became a great and noble man.

JOHN MOXLEY, Reinhardt, Dallas Co., Tex. -- Little Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Standing at the door, waiting for admittance to the Cozy Corner, is a 14-year-old boy. I live close to Buckner Orphan's Home. We moved here from Dallas in August. I lived in Dallas for about two y ears, and sold The News every week, and I enjoy reading the letters very much. How many of the cousins ever saw real Indians? Well, I have. We lived in the Indian Territory for almost a year. We lived at New Ponca City. It is situated upon a high rolling prairie, and on the east, is the beautiful Walnut river, and just on the other side, is the Osage Indian reservation. South of the city was the Ponca reservation. A large crowd of boys and girls visited the Indian school, and also the grave yard, which is upon three high hills. When an Indian dies, everything is laid beside him. They very seldom bury their dead -- just set the coffin on the ground. Sometimes, they build a small shed of rough boards over it. Every day, the Indians would come to town to trade. It is very queer to see an Indian squaw going around in the streets with her papoose tied on her back. Indians like the bright colors. They would have a large red blanket wrapped around them, even in the warmest weather. I read where so many of the cousins are casting their votes for their favorite flower, so I will cast mine for the little daisy. Perhaps you would like to know why. I had a little sister that was a favorite of us all, and whose name was Daisy, but she is now in heaven. I have only one little sister, but a whole host of brothers, yet have none to spare. They are all dear to me. Some of the cousins' letters are so interesting, that I feel that mine will only be good enough for Peggy.

ERNESTINE RODDY, Roddy, Van Zandt Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and happy cousins: Here comes a new caller. Will you please admit me into your circle? I have been a silent admirer of the corner a long time, but feared to write, lest my letter should get in the awful mouth of Peggy; but nevertheless, I come. How many of the cousins enjoy going to school? I, for one, dearly love to go. I have such kind teachers. There are three teachers in school. I suppose I will start Monday, and I will be oh, so glad when that day comes. My sister from Plano has been visiting us this fall, but left for home yesterday morning. Genevieve Myrdock, why don't you come often? Your letters are very interesting. I am always glad when Miss Big Bonnet writes. I wish she would visit the corner often. My age is fourteen, so you see I'm not too old to write to the department.

ETHEL GIVENS, Marlin, Falls Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I am a little girl, 12 years old. I thought that I would write to the Cozy Corner one time before school starts. I will be glad when it starts, for I love to go to school. I have little twin brothers, Oscar and Arthur. I love them dearly. I will vote for the red rose.

DOW EVANS, Hallsville, Harrison Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here comes another new cousin to join your department. We are taking the paper, but I don't read anything but the Cozy Corner. We are nearly through gathering crops here. We made 200 bushels of corn and five bales of cotton. I will start to school Monday. If this is in print, I can write better next time; but, if Peggy gets it, I will feel bad. I am 12 years old.

WILLIE STOKES, Campbellton, Atascosa Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: This is my second time to write to The News. I love to read the cousins' letters. It is very rainy to-day. The Atascosa creek was higher the other day than it has been this year. I have a little brother about 2 months old. He is a sweet little fellow. Mr. Big Hat, did you ever see an eel with legs? Papa and brother caught one. It had a head like a fish, and it looked like a snake. My age is 13.

VIOLA HOWELL, Clarksville, Red River Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat, Miss Big Bonnet and cousins: Will you admit another 13-year-old girl, who is rapping softly at your cozy den door? I have been a silent reader of the Cozy Corner for some time. I like to read the cousins' letters very much. This is my first attempt to write to The News. Miss Big Bonnet, why don't you write oftener? Next time you write, put on a dress with a neck and sleeves in it, as it is getting too cool to wear low-necked and short-sleeved dresses. I will vote for the white rose.

ALICE HOPE, Longview, Gregg Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: May I come in a few minutes? This is the first time I have called, so I will not stay long. My papa takes The News, and I like to read the cousins' letters. I am not going to school, now, as it is out. We live in the country, so our school will not commence till the 1st of October. A good many of the cousins speak of their pets. I have none, but I have two little brothers that are younger than myself, that I love dearly. I am 8 years old. My papa is hauling cotton to the gin. He will not make much this year, for it is too dry. It [has] not rained to amount to much since in July.

FANNIE ADAMS, Atlas, Lamar Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I am a stranger and fear my letter will reach the waste basket, but nevertheless, "there is nothing like trying." My native state is Mississippi, but I moved to the Lone Star state nearly three years ago. I now live about ten miles southwest of Paris. This is a very pretty and fertile farming country. The chief products are cotton and corn. This has been such a dry, hot summer, water has been quite an object here. The cool weather that we have had recently has certainly been appreciated. I think it will be so nice to have an emblem flower for the Cozy Corner. The violet is the emblem flower of the Home and Farm, published at Louisville, Ky. Therefore, I wouldn't choose that. I will cast my vote in favor of the hyacinth. I am an ardent admirer of flowers. "Lovely flowers are the smiles of God's goodness." Lee Sypert, I have read both "Scottish Chiefs" and "Children of the Abbey," of which you spoke. I like both, splendidly. I have read several of Miss Alcott's books and like them, also. Horseback riding is a favorite pastime of mine, although, I do not get to ride much, as I, like some of the cousins, have to work in the field. I haven't any brothers, and only one sister -- older than myself. The cousins seem to be thoroughly interested in the subject of education. I think that every one should strive to get an education. Every one can get an education, for "Where there's a will, there's a way." An indolent mind is not capable of true enjoyment. The Texas Midland railroad, which is being built from Cooper, the county seat of Delta county, to Paris, will be completed in a few more weeks. Cousins, I think Mr. Big Hat's motto is a good one. Don't you? But, I do not know the author of it. I will ask a question: Who was the "First in peace, first in war and first in the hearts of his countrymen?" Our school will begin some time soon, and I will be so glad. My age is 15. I would like to correspond with some of the cousins about my age. Love to Miss Big Bonnet and dear old Peggy!

HATTIE FRIEND, Harbin, Erath Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: After an absence of a few weeks, the enemy reappears. After reading such a charming list of letters from the cousins, old and new, I thought I would chat with you all awhile. As I am a book worm, of course, I will have to tell you what I have been reading. I have been reading Shakespeare to-day. You all like his works, of course. The drama is very hard to comprehend. My brother has Shakespeare, and the story precedes the drama. I have never studied any but Julius Caesar. There is going to be a musicale at our home to-night -- something that I dread. I attended the reunion of the ex-confederate veterans at Dublin and saw many curious sights. Ex-Gov. Hubbard spoke in the morning. I couldn't hear a word he said; could not get close enough to the stand. Cousin Willie Irmine Clark, you gave us a good study in one of your letters. I can remark with Pope that an "honest man is the noblest work of God." We can generally read a character by the face, more accurately by the eye. Our life pages may be soiled to the world, but God can make them clean. Cousins, did you ever do a misdeed, then ask God to forgive you? The burden rolls off and you are at peace with him. I have been reading two of Augusta E. Wilson's books. One of them, "At The Mercy of Tiberius," the other, "Beulah." It makes us study about the mortal and the immortal life -- of the after life, where the soul will spend eternity. Harvey says:

"There is no death! an angel form
Walks o'er the earth, with silent tread;
He bears our best loved things away,
And then we call them dead.

Longfellow's words are:

There is no death! what seems so is transition;
This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call death."

When our loved ones die, a thin veil falls between us and them. We can see them on earth no more, but in heaven, will meet again. What consolation -- in heaven, we will meet again! I think there are many souls who go to the grave without hope. Skepticism has been clinging to the wheel of time a long time; when the claws of skepticism once clutch you, it is hard to get loose.

"And, better had they ne'er been born,
Who read to doubt or read to scorn."

And, it would have been better for those who doubt God that they had never been born. Lula Jones, I do not think there would be anything unwomanly in your canvassing. It is for your own elevation. If you like art, I would say, do it. The study of a mind will never be satisfied with anything but its own inclination. Cousin Lantie Blum, I vote for the cape jasmine.

WILLIE SHUMATE, Hitchcock, Galveston Co., Tex. -- Little Mr. Big Hat, Miss Big Bonnet and dear cousins (Peggy, also.) I have just been reading the letters of the cousins, and thought I would like to join your happy little band. I am 11 years old, and I am going to school. I am in the sixth grade. Physiology is my favorite study, for I intend, some day, to become a doctor. Hitchcock is a beautiful little village, only about fourteen miles from Galveston. It has 500 inhabitants, and my home is the old Stringfellow place, and a lovely place, indeed, it is. If you cousins could see our grand pear orchard and flowers! Oh! those luscious pears! How I did enjoy them, but when it came to gathering them, there was not much fun in that, especially when grandpa would call out, "Hurry up, boys, no playing there." I suppose that I must cast my vote for the "department flower." Really, there are so many beautiful flowers, I find it difficult to make my selection. But, I will vote for the beautiful white rose.

ALICE A. WILKINSON, Corpus Christi, Nueces Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Please, may I come in and sit in the corner a few minutes? I have been reading the letters so long, and have been so interested in them, that I thought it only fair for me to take part in them. So, if you will allow me to add my little mite, I will do the best I can. I am 14 years old and have not been able to attend school as much as the most girls of my age. I have been sick a great deal since I was 8 years old. My school opened on the 1st of September, and I have been sick over a week. I have one sister, and she is married. She lives in the country and has two sweet little girls. She came on a visit Monday, and my grandpa is here on a visit, too. And, grandpa and his oldest son (my papa) and his oldest grandson (my brother) and his oldest great-grandchild (my sister's little girl) had their pictures taken. My grandpa is 78 years old. I have four brothers. I have no pets. I had a bird, but it died. I vote for the violet.

PEARL MAUD SHARP, Pecan Gap, Delta Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I come this morning, just begging a peep into your Cozy Corner. Now, I promise not to stay long, so you older cousins must be very kind and patient, and if I don't interest you, why, just play that I do. Cottonpicking and water-hauling is the order of the day in this part, but we will soon be through, and then our school will begin. Oh, such a jolly set of girls and boys at school! Cousins, we took a trip last summer. We left home about the middle of July, visited friends in Fannin, Collin, Denton and Cooke counties, and had quite an enjoyable time. We drank water from the mineral wells in Denton county. I wonder if that is the home of our noted writer, Jesse Locket? If so, I think he has a pretty home. I like to read his letters; they are so instructive. I have a scrap-book, in which I am saving the choicest letters and poetry. Mamma says she thinks I will have more literature than I can take care of. Come again, Dixie O'Neal, and let us hear something of your golden home. Well, as I promised a very short visit, I will make my exit, after a word to the Cozy Corner hero: if you eat my letter, I hope you will die to-morrow.

KITTA-BELL ELKIN, Abilene, Taylor Co., Tex. -- Dear Mr. Big Hat: I am a little girl, eight and a half years old. We have a big Maltese cat. I have three dolls, and mamma lets me claim the bird. I have a little sister, 7 years old. Our papa gave her a lovely gold pin for a birthday present last month, and he gave me one, too.

ANNIE MELCHER, Swiss Alp, Fayette Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have been reading the cousins' department for a long time, and finally concluded to write, too. I hope Mr. Big Hat will admit me to join the cousins. After a long vacation, during which I helped mamma a great deal, school will start again in a few days. I like to go to school and study. My older sister, who wrote to the cousins' department a few years ago, is teaching school now, in a pleasant little place called Ammansville. She still reads the letters in the Cozy Corner, and thinks them very interesting. I live on a large prairie and can look over a great distance of the country. Papa is almost through ginning cotton. Mr. Big Hat, I wish you could have been here this summer. You could have seen how they clean the cotton and press it into bales. I just love to look at it all day. We also have a large tank with pretty carp in it, where you could fish, but oh, the best fun is horseback riding! I'll bet you couldn't beat me with Peggy! Papa has a long-eared little mule, too. I think he must be about the same size as Peggy, but maybe he can balk a little more. Once a man tried to ride him. Just as soon as he got in the saddle, up went the mule and down came the man, and away he went with the saddle on his back. That man won't try it again. If you get hungry once, better come here, for there are so many barbecues in the neighborhood, that we never get hungry at all, any more. There will be another barbecue next Sunday, and some of the candidates will be present to deliver speeches. I like to hear them speak. We didn't have any rain since July, till Friday, when it began to rain, and rained till Sunday and spoiled all our joy, for our little brother was baptized to-day. I am 13 years old.

ALPHONSO ERRAZURIZ BURNETT, La Porte, Harris Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Well, Mr. Big Hat, I have followed your instructions, and given you my full name. Don't make fun of it, cousins, for, after all, "What's in a name?" And, besides, is not Alphonso, king of Spain? and, is not Errazuriz, president of a South American republic? and, is not all Texas proud of her gallant old president, Burnett? You see, I have an array of evidence in favor of my name. Well, to change the subject, I will ask who is that monster that the cousins call Peggy, and seem to have such great respect for? I hope he won't get my letter. By the way, Mr. Big Hat, would you object if we should all go to Galveston en masse and drown Peggy in the gulf? I am sure we would all breathe easier, if it were done. But then, I suppose you would be overwhelmed with bad letters. WE might send Peggy ugly valentines next February, but as he lives on bad literature, I fear we would only be giving him a feast. So, I reckon we must let Peggy go on devouring our letters undisturbed. I am glad to see that we are going to have an emblem flower. It will make us feel more closely banded together and give us something to write about. In looking over the list of those already suggested, however, I find no one which exactly suits me. They are all pretty and common, and their praises have been sung so often, that there is little more to say. Some of them are already emblems of other organizations. Let us be both original and patriotic and select the Texas star, a flower which is as sweet as the cape jasmine, as hardy as the sunflower, and as red as the rose. Above all, it is the star of Texas.

JOHN W. CRIDDLE, Waxahachie, Ellis Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Seeing that you are voting for a department flower, I thought I would send in my ballot for the forget-me-not. Once, so it's story runs, a knight was making love to lady. The former stood close to a stream, and the banks being slippery, fell in. The weight of his armor carried him under, but before sinking, he grasped at a flower (which was afterwards called the forget-me-not) and cried, "Forget me not!" This flower is known to various people, under various names, but to all, it is known as the "emblem of fidelity."

ETNA NUTT, Pursley, Navarro Co., Tex. -- Good morning, Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have been reading the cousins' letters a long time, and they were so nice, I thought I would write. I took a trip west this summer. I have a sister, and some old friends, living in Brown county, and we went there to see them. We stayed there two weeks. We went to the Colorado river and stayed three days. I went upon the Santa Ana mountains, while I stayed at sister's. I stayed there one day. I had a nice time, and I enjoyed the trip very much. The last time I wrote to The News, my name was printed Edna, instead of Etna. I cast my vote for the beautiful crape myrtle. Good-bye, Peggy.

TILLIE JEFFREY, Ray, Ellis Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat, Miss Big Bonnet and cousins: Here comes a stranger. Open the door, Mr. Big Hat, and let me in, for it is cool outdoors this evening, and the ground is wet, for it rained all day. I would love to have a seat by the side of Herbert Taylor and Miss Myrdock, and a few of the other cousins, but I know very well they would turn up their noses. Johnnie Price, I wish you would come again, and Miss Bessie Smith. Mr. Big Hat, I guess I saw you at the fair, for I saw some little kid leading a donkey around there that looked like Peggy. I did not notice whether you had on your specks, or not. The mule had big ears like Peggy. I would love to correspond with some of the cousins, but I am ashamed to ask them to correspond with a hayseed like me. I wrote one letter before, and Peggy got it, so I will grab my bonnet and go, for I hear that mule coming, a-snapping his teeth.

MAGGIE GRAY, Honey Grove, Fannin Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: As my other letter was published, I thought I would try again. I do think some of the cousins write such interesting letters. It is cool now, for it rained a little last night. I have begun school, and sister is going with me. I study five books. My favorite flower is the pink hyacinth. Sister says she thinks the white rose is the prettiest. We live about two miles southwest of town. It is a very thickly settled country around here, and I like to live here very much. We used to live in Dallas. We lived there three years, and I liked to live there.

EUGENE SIMPSON, Rosser, Kaufman Co., Tex.-- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I thought I would come in and chat with you all awhile, as it has been a long time since I visited the Cozy Corner. I guess the cousins have forgotten me, but I have not forgotten them. I have read all the letters just the same, and I find the Cozy Corner getting more interesting every day. I have been picking cotton this fall, but cannot pick much. The cousins tell of the books they have read. I don't think I could give the names of all the books I have read, I have read so many. I cannot remember all their names. I am reading one now. The name is "Lorna Doon," and it is a fine book. What has become of Ludie Sanders? Has she quit writing to The News? I guess she is so much interested in school, that she thinks of nothing else. I hope she will get an education. Ludie is about 4 1/2 feet tall, heavy set, with light hair, blue eyes, fair skin and is about 19 years old. Cousins, I have two pet squirrels, and I think they are very smart, and I love them very much. If any of the cousins wish to exchange songs, I will exchange with them. I have lots of pretty ones. I have been to singing school. I do not know when our school will commence, but I hope it will soon. Come again, Genevieve Myrdock. Robert E. Moore, give us another story like yours of last week. I will cast my vote for the white rose.

SALLIE AND TOMMY TRAMMELL, Cotulla, La Salle Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here comes two little girls to join the Cozy Corner. We are 12 and 10 years old. We live within just a quarter of a mile of Nueces river. It has been very high for two weeks. The water has been up to the yard gate. We send a stamp for Mr. Big Hat's and Miss Big Bonnet's pictures.

MAGGIE HARTGROVE, Dublin, Erath Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: I live in Dublin now. When I wrote you the last time, I didn't live here. I go to school and study six books, and am in the fourth grade. I am 9 years old. I have just got through reading The News. Don't let Peggy get this.

- November 8, 1896, The Dallas Morning News, p. 14, col. 1-7.
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