The Lexington advertiser. [volume] (Lexington, Miss.) 1904-1985, 1915-07-09
OVER THE COUNTY
ECHOES FROM HERE AND THERE


1t never rains. but pours. these days
How we have enjoyed this rainy sea-
sOn(?), the first we've had for many
summers.
Crops are fine. Some grass. but
most of the corn is so well advanced
that grass will do no harm. Peas and
sweet potatoes have just the season
required. Cotton-well, "ain't much
no way" only scarecrow of risks.
The weevil and war make it a risky
proposition.
Candidates have been swarming on
the east side the last few weeks and
saucy-why they ride up to the gate,
hail, and ask ANY voters here? We
are hunting votes" This old maid
had one vote in reserve for the most
fetching looking candidate, single and
over sixty years of age; so she takes a
SQuint at each one, and as yet none
have come up to the requirements.
She quietly informs them mo votes
here" Then to vent little of the
spirit inherent in all old maids, she
directs him a mile out of his way to a
home of man who never votes.
We are very sorry for MIR. Jas. b.
Doty. We really think he should have
had four slices of that pie. However,
he should have endeavored to have Sc
cured "his'n" before jeff worked his
way up to the pie counter, for we know
that jeff is inOrdinately fond of pie and
many of as suspected that it was Mrs.
Jetf's efficiency in sugar pie construc-
tions that won for her such hustling
breadwinner as our honorable and eff
cient circuit clerk.
The echoes from Durant way are 81
lent; in fact there are only five or six
voices in Durant. They are so busy in
ventoring their wealth they make no
noise.
Whack, your ideas of truth are beau
tiful. The truth is; lie is not. Life
and light are truths; we can feel life
but can not see it. We can see Light
but can't feel it. Truth is beautiful
because it is the eternal imperishable.
The truth is of the Lord. The lie is of
Satan. And whatsoever is not true is
false; there no intermediate.
Tobe, we had thought you were a
preacher and had written you down a
philosopher, and you have declared
yourself fisherman and snake charm
era writer of strange lore. By the
way, we would like to have a replica
of Mr.. Flyers sleeve as it is the first
and only object of whichswe ever
heard that would induce snake to
suicide by hanging or any other mode.
You say the snake hung itself in Mr..
Flyers sleeve, and of course you have
not told story since vour rood mother
tht ashaS J 0u Lur sucking eggs .a :
When Goodman gets her ono hundI eu
thousand dollar spoke factory the ranks
of the Sons of Rest will be depleted
down to the actual lazy ones, eh!
Ruth and Eva Melton attended the
recital at West Tuesday evening OF
last week.
Several real hard winds accompanied
the rains last week. No serious dam
age resultant. On Friday. the End of
July, an electric storm with wind and
rain missed the telephone service.
Three head of cattle were eIectrocuted
Just north of Durant.
Mrs. Sallie Busshart, of Memphis,
Tenn, is summering in our Italy. "
That's right, Aunt Sallie, there are no
friends like old friends, no place like
home, sweet home and nothing so love-
II as the cline of old Holmes-when
the peaches and melons are ripe.
Miss Virginia Melton picniced at
Owens Wells Saturday and reports a
grand time.
Miss Lura Minyard, of Greenwood
is guest of MISS Ethel Strowd the
week end, and both attended the bar
becue at Owens Saturday.
Messrs. Strowd and Parkinson are
treating their neighbors to luscious
cukes for picking purposes, since the
marketing price were too weak to JUS
ify their shipping them away.
Master J. N. Melton, of Durham
Town, is visiting his Grandmother Mel
ton for a while. ECHOEST.