The Waxahachie daily light. [volume] (Waxahachie, Tex.) 1894-current, 1911-02-17

Brings the girls some candy"
"How old are you my pretty little
miss.
How old are you, my honey?
She answered me with a ha. ha, ha!
I'll be sweet sixteen next Sunday.
viii you marry me my pretty little
miss
Will you mary me my honey?
She answered me wit ha ha! ha! ha,
Run and ask my mama"
christmas comes but once year,
Why not all be merry;
A way down yonder in the old grog
shop,
Drinking Tom and Jerry"
Five times five is twenty-five, five
:. times six is thirty;
Five times seven is thirty-five and
five times eight is forty.
Oh five times nine is forty-five, five
times ten is fifty,
Five times eleven is fifty-five and
five times twelve is sixty"
I'm take my knapsack on my back
My rifle on my shoulder. a
FL march away to New Orleans to
be a rebel soldier.
Where coffee grows on white oak
trees and the rivers flow with
brandy.
The streets are paved with five dol
lar bills
And the girls are sweet as candy"
The above is respectfully dedicat-
ed to j. L. Wilson on Red Oak No.
for if there was a youngster OF the
Grove Creek boys who enjoyed play
ing and singing weevily wheat bet
ter than THAT one was Jim Will
son.
This county was thinly settled and
of course there were but few boys
and girls. In the winter season We
| gathered from miles around to the
home of some one in the community
and played little dancing songs until
after midnight when all would re
turn home. In those days buggie
were scarce and we attended in wae
ons or oh horseback. There were II
narrow buggies and we never hear
any slanderous talk about the girls
| I do not believe there was a boy IL
that bunch who would not nave
fought the fellow who would dare to
utter a word derogatory to the good
name of one of the girls We knew
no poor people nor any rich. we
bows were too bushfnl to say much
to the girls but when they let us take
their hands in weevily wheat. Lola
| and so forth we felt that heaven had
been temporarily transferred from
the skies to Grove Creek. The girls
were invited to parties and a boy
considered himself invited If heard
| of in time to be there. Occasionally
a Young man would come out from
town but every boy in the neighbor-
hood was his sworn eHemy, though
we never molested him If he behav-
ed himself. If a girl gave one the
mitten he never heard the last OF II
until he moved out of the communl-
| ty.
| am not disposed to preach, but
am compelled to mention matter
| | am sorry to name but the facts ex-
| lists that we are to have a prohlDl-
| ton campaign. | know not why but
| ii is a fact that the less real pracu-
cal merit there is in question the
more heated the discussion. My bust
ness is such that | am forced to be
| thrown with the public and | VIII
meet many who are sure 1t is some
of their business which side or the
| fence | am on, for, owing TO the
sharpness of the top rail and the
lack of support for my back | coula
never remain long on the fence, ana
who will feel it an imperative duty
to set me right II | am wrong. There
are so many fixers on both sides OF
the question and I will have to be
worked over so often If | pay heed
to their lucid logic | will get very
much tangled so | have decided to
carry a "A Colt along and shoot the
| first fellow who undertakes to lead
me into a discussion Of the matter
| have clearly defined views on the
| subject and intend to vote accord
ingly If ! vote at all, but am not
sure | shall vote for on either side
a fellow gets into some bad com
pany. SO you fellows who feel thai
you are specially called to do mis-
sionary work please let me alone. II
is none of your business what
think about it nor does my opinion
amount to much in the premises any
way.
Referring back to the personals
find that w. o. Staten of Forrestof
/ contributed to the widow and or
phan fund. L. NJ. Gretchen was II
from his farm near Pluto. j. F. La
nier from Waxahachie 6 handed me
a subscription and said to write hin
up so here goes. He is about fee
s inches high, weighs about la
pounds, about 40 years old, jovia
and as good looking as Mrs. l.. anc
the children