Newport weekly independent., 1902-06-20
A RED LETTER NIGHT.
WELDON, ARK, JUNE 16, 1902

 , MR. EDITOR:-
 The most delightful social function ever gotten up in Jackson county, was the ice cream lawn supper Friday evening June 13, an entertainment given by MT. and Mrs. Harry D. Her ring at their ideal home on the Fer Till farm near Pickett Lake. For the occasion the night was per feet. The gentle breeze was silky and balmy. The friendly moon from her meridian height shown brightly down upon soft rich carpet of grass be- meath towering, sturdy grand old oaks like protecting sentinels. I This scene will be life remem- brance with everyone present. It was on historic ground, what has long been known as "the old Picket farm,'' long deep narrow body of water fringed with tangled undergrowth, and overshadowed by giant cypress rees. Recalling the lakes of Swift zo1 .e.- curved and slender as the l tourists among the Alps, so often de- scribed by kGerman, English, Italian and French poets, and recently re- ferred to in gems of expression and enthusiasm by Alice De Vilbiss, the literary enchantress of Harrison, and painter of the future of Arkansas.
 1t was an up-to- date ice cream sup per, representative of the intelligence, refinement and wealth of Weldon and vicinity.
 There were present to mention tn e young ladies first, for in all lands they are first. For without them there is no church, no ball, no party, no so- sciety-they are society-from Vel don: The Misses Kellie, Ethyl and Hal lie Tankersley, Bertha Jennings, Mae Glover, Lula Gillian, Laura Johnson, and Eva Shufford
 Looking on their fair young faces, l could easily imagine the young men with them would drink in the spirit of the poet, who wrote
 
 along our way,
 Where ere our footsteps roam The only sovereign we obey The angel of our home"
 The young gentlemen of Weldon who were present were: Messrs. Oscar Drain, Syd Dameron, Tim Dean, J. c. Tankersley, J. O. Griffin, Archie Boyles, Ed and Sig Shoffner, Link Mcdonald, Dr. E. w. Johnson, John Starnes and Robt. Me- Donald. From Tupelo: Messrs. Bry- ant Jones Jr. and Felix Simmons. Those among us have already learned that when duty commands They're not to make reply They're not to reason why They're to do or die. To me the most amusing part of the entertainment was the game which they call "snapp" which I never be- fore witnessed. I was told it was a "play," but I Lave strong suspicion that that same play was prelude to the serious business of life. But it is time we were going to SUD- per out on the lawn under the grand old trees. The tables were beauti- fully decorated with-what would you guess? With elder blooms, em- blem of compassion cunningly appro- priate on this occasion It grows anywhere on that great plantation.
 It was really elegant. suppose Mr. Editor you have heard Patti sing "Home Sweet Home," and you have heard from your youth up that there is no place like home. don't know | what you will think of it but allow me to say there is no home like the farm home and no farm like these large plantation homes.
 Our host and hostess, MT. Harry Herring and his lady Mrs. Floe s. | Herring, together with her friends, MT. and Mrs. J. c. Drain, Mrs. Ona Sneatt, Mrs. A. T. Mcdonald and MT. F. M. Robertson, won all our hearts by their grace and dignity and cor diality of welcome diffusing gladness among their guests and making each feel more important parsonage than he thought himself before he came. Mrs. Herring assisted by her mother Mrs. M. Johnson showed herself well Il T L !