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Knockers Give ALTO Room-Siie Will Grow Regardless of What You Say
Volume xiii
ALTO, TEXAS, THURSDAY, MaRCH 13, 27 r9i3
Number 13
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The Alto State Bank
A HOME BANK
Owned entirely by responsible Merchants
and Famers of Cherokee CdUnty.
Our remarkable growth is evidence of the
satisfactorly treatmemnt accread our customers.
We want your deposit account, whether
LARGE or small.
TIIE ALTO STATE BANK
A GUARANTY FUND BANK
Moil, the thought thai there is no
! death, but only, even In this world of
| loss and change, the life everlasting.
| The daisies wece here last summer;
1 they will be here again covering a
million fields with their cloth of gold
a few weeks hence, and the lilies
never die. They may seem to pass
away, but their proud succession has
j no break.
As for us who begin our lives in the
j cradle, and go on through glad and
busy years, from youth to age. our
lives are processional, and every
j Easter marks them with its white
stone. Often as Easter returns we
remember those who were once at
our side and are visible no longer
They havo left us tor awhile, but they
are living beyond our sight, and their
invisible presence mas be our comfort
and support and our armor against
sorrow.
They never quite leave us, our friends '
who have poaaed
Through the nhadows of death to the j
■ffhltght above;
A thouennd .aweet memories are holding
them fast
To the place* they blest with their
prwsenca and lore.
The work that they left and the books
that they read.
Speak mutely, though mill with nn elo-
quence mre:
(Vnd the > ngn that they sung, the dear
words that they «aM.
Yet linger and sigh on tho desolate air.
And oft when alone, and a oft in the
throng,
Or when evil allures u* or aln draweth
nlBh,
K whisper eomerf ginUj, "Say, Uo not
the wrong,"
And r.o feel that our weakness Is p'.tici
on high.
We toil at our tasks In the burden ani
heat
Of life's passionate noon; they an
folded In peace,
It la well; We rejoice ihat their heaver
Is sweet.
And one day for us' all the blttor will
ceaae.
The cemeterlee nany visitor*
oa Eaatur afternoon. i;i « quiet >leop.
ers In God's Acre are not forgotten;
tthey havo never quite left us. Only
the mortal part Mea beneath the turf
The soul of ethereal essence cannot
Rgrlsh with the body. It comfort*
our hearts to carry our gifts of flowers!
Another Good Rearson
WHY YOU SHOULD BANK WITH US
Put vour money where it is. absuluteiy sate and
where it will make you foci as if you were a mail
of the Country,
Don't hoard your inonev, but deposit it with
us and build up a relation with a strong and con-
servative bank, that will be of use to you when
you are in need, this you can do by depositing
with us, we have every safeguard placed around
the management of this banjc, besides are closely
conuected with one of the largest bank of the State
which has capital and surpulus of about $Koo,ooo.
00 this connections is very valuable and something
but few bauks have.
The Old Reliable
Continental State Hank
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THE 5 AND 10CENT STORE
Is going to have a BARGIN RALE on Kitchen Utinscls
Saturday March 15th,. Come and be convinced.
noorest part of any town bearing
flowers without being besieged by the
children of the streets. They hunger
and thirst for flowers, as sometimes
The Resurreclion
n blouua. The flower did what noth-
, _ Ing else could have done—It trans-
they hunger for bread. I knew an In- formed an enemy into a friend.
stance in whiqh for mnay weeks a
hub
. , _ . Easter day reminding us of the
^ .^surre^on. of the ceaseless friend
thfe angel Of tile tenomeuta MM fbl Mtp of heaven for earth, anii of the
vain to secure an enffanja into a
home where poverty and crime had
been linked together. The door was
always shut In her face. The sad-
| faced mother did not wont compassion
nn!1"lZV°fh.T*/ "Z "'"""i "UWT'0; and scorned Its offer One day, It
and leave them on the mounds undei i . , , ... . ' .
must have been In the spring and
' near the blessed Eastertide, the kind
11 visitor bethought her of a method that
ASTER day come* to us clothed
upon with glory. Of all days
in the year, It is the most
regal. Father Tabb in an ex-
quisite little poem said thai
the bud that first unfolded at Christ-
mas reached its splendid bloom at
Easter. From Christmas to Easte!
tho weeks are processional. After the
holidays social gayety is in full swing
until arrested by the thoughtful and
meditative aspect of Lent. In the
shadowy gloom of Good Friday Lent
reaches its culmination, and after that
pause, wheft even the stir of business
ceases and the world looks back to its
Redeemer, we reach Uie summit and
crown of Christendom on Easter Sun-
day. Fitly, Easter comes in the
spring. Nature, too, has been proces-
sional. During the froat and ice and
snow, the wild gales and low hanging
clouds, nature, seeming to be asleep,
was in reality very busy. The bare
trees were getting ready to burst into
leaf, the brown grasses wero to put
on vivid green, and everywhere the
flowers and the blossoms, the bees
and the birds were coming, coming
day by day, to keep high festival
once more.
The pretty girl who like* on Easter
Sunday to dress herself In spring ap-
parel from the hat on her head to
the shoes on her feet, and the dainty
gloves on her hands, is in sympathet-
ic accord with nature. Easter 1* a
movable feast, and when the calendar
brings It to us on a day of sloet and
snow, we And It hard to believe alto-
gether In the fltaeM of things.
To be at Its royal best. Easter
should be an April day. The bright
sunbeams, dashing showers and
changeful moods of April symbolise
(the eternal youth of the world. Easter
Sunday In this year of grace will wear
the same joyous look that It has worn
ever since the resurrection. 80 the
maidens who go forth from home In
.raiment befitting the spring win wear
the same attractive charm that has
girlhood's own la every oantary.
and Christian, under
kLcnrz period, ta run
which our dead repose.
A friend tells a touching story ol
* l!*'1 8£? Pf* th« *rave °J de": might be winning. She wont into the
parted friend last Easter Sunday hou8B a9 u„ua, and fl8 ghe u , at
She 1""1 *Ith her a superb bunch of tho lloor whlch
was opened as usual
roses, a tribute to the memory of the; by onIy tho merest crack Bh„ hp,d
<Jead. On the car was g plain day L«- )n front of her a superb rose, a rose
Ufe everlasting, is the most glorious
lay of the whole round year. As we
ling the songs of Easter,'let us for-
get sadness and cowardice and un-
klndness; let us walk onward bravely
md with good cheer on our appointed
ways.
Therefore, wo look within for our
1 >eace and happiness and we value a
:lear conscience above rubles.—Eliza-
beth Towno in Nautilus.
TAKE THIS TO THE
Alto Drug Company to be Filled
II For Everybody
Have your prescriptions filled right
Trade with us and get the best
We have what you want—when you want it
If we haven't it, we'll pet it.
\\ e lead and even- bod)' knows it
Alto Drug Co. of Course
F, B. GUINN, Manager
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girlhood in fts flower Is the Ew«**ASt
thing beneath the sky.
I am always sorry when the time
comes for girl to lay asldo their soft
furs, heightening as they do the bloom
of the face and giving an air to the
toilet more enchanUng than that con-
ferred by the most delicate lace.
When an Easter costume can com-
bine an effect of flowers and furs. It
is simply perfect In our large cities
the churches are always thronged to
the doors on Easter day. among the
worshipers being those'who have kept
from childhood a feeling of reverence,
thankfulness and humility that tends
them to ckureh op that Sunday, if on
no other. The organ peals In aolema
chorda, tha hmM.amifull of triamph,
the choirs sing with a not* of Jubilant
exultation We bring Uys flowers .to
chsreh. and the llllea had roses,,
and hyacinth# are ^gn^jtnuch
heawMg !wlt*
and growing ptanta.
tn tiwboU** the thought of
borer. He also carried flowers. He |
had a largo tin pail overflowing with
beautiful lilies. Touching his hat, he
addressed the lady. "I think wo are
bound for the same place." he said
"and we have a similar errand. Rich
people like you may carry such roses
aa yours to adorn the graves of their
doad. A friend In the far south sent
me these lilies, and I am taking them
to the grave of my wife. I am very
lonely without ber, but It Is a com
tort to me to give her these llllea
She loved them so dearly." The two
mourners 'In their different stations
were drawn together In sympathy by
a common grief and a common rev
they went on their way.
hearing a harden of fragrance
and bloom.
While we carry flowers on Easter
to the church and the cemetery, we
should not omit to carry them or send
them to the hospital, the sickroom,
the chamber of tha shut-Is sufferer,
the Old Ladles' Home gad the homes
tha vary poor. Ho one can walk
in. th«
FEEL in myself the future life.
I am like a forest onco cut down;
the new shoots are stronger and
livelier than ever. I am rising.
I know, toward tho sky. Tho sun
shine is on my head. The earth gives
mo Its generous sap, but heaven lights
me with the reflection of unknown
worlds.
You say the soul is nothing but tho
resultant of the bodily powers. Why,
then, is my soul more luminous when
my bodily powers begin to fall? Win-
ter Is on my head, but eternal spring
is in my heart. I breathe at this hour
the fragrance of tho lilacs,the vloleta
and the rosea, aa at twenty years.
The nearer I approach the end tho
plainer 1 hear around me the Immor-
tal symphonlee of the worlds which
Invite me. It la marvelous yet slm-
ple. It la a fairy (ale, and It la his-
tory.
For half a century I have been
writing my thoughts in prose and In
verse; history, phlloaophy, drama, ro-
mance, tradition, satire, ode and
song; 1 have tried all. But I feel I
have not said the thousandth part of
what la in ma Wheo I go down to
tha grave I can say like many others.
1 have finished my day's work." Bat
I cannot say, 1 have finished my
Ufa" lly day's work will begin again
the nett morning. Tha tomb la not a
blind alley; It la thoroughfare. It
closes on the twilight, tt opens on the
dawa-—V.ctor Hugo.
Herald advertising pays.
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Allen, E. E. The Alto Herald (Alto, Tex.), Vol. 13, No. 13, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 13, 1913, newspaper, March 13, 1913; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth214231/m1/1/: accessed June 29, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Stella Hill Memorial Library.