The Albany News (Albany, Tex.), Vol. 46, No. 17, Ed. 1 Friday, January 30, 1931 Page: 1 of 8
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Published Every Friday Morning
CEstablished 18831
•l.OO Per Tear la AAraaet
XLVI--No 17
Albany, Texas, "The Home of the Hereford" Jan nary 30, 1931
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Half Moon and
Flying V
Setting Up Housekeeping
That Salt Prong Dam
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Don't forget tliat the Half
Moon and Flying V—Western
story will begin next week in the j
Albany Ni ws. This is a thrillintr1
story of early day life in West
Texas. The scene of the story is
jn and around the old horn' town
and Fort Griffin. You will enjoy
'•it. Charley W. Camp knows hi
stuff, he's a realistic writer, puts
his personality into the story. In
last week's News we stated tha
Charley got all of his education in
the Albany public school, in .1
three-room shack— What we
meant, that was the last boo <
learning that came to him. He's
been in the college of experience
for forty odd years, has gotten
his education by abnorbtion, se.f
educated, self taught, and as we
said above, he knows his stuff.
Has been a school teacher in
Kinder had a lonesome spell Friday, wanted to go somewhere, so
we drove up to Mr. and Mrs. Ciuhum Webb's pretty home. They
were busy setting up housekeeping, moving their furniture n and ar-
ranging things in general. Mother, Mrs. W. G. Webb, Sr., was the-e
helping them, giving it the finishing touch. Nobody can do it like
mother. This newly married couple sure were in the business of fix
ing the home nest. It's a beautiful home, one that anyone might I)''1 other folk
proud of. A credit to Albany, and all of West Texas as to that. A
! beautiful designed home, out of the ordinary, not so much sameness.
What we like about it in particular, it's built of Shackelford county's
native stone. No? only is it elegant, hut it'.s substantial, everlasting,
etc. The homing instincts, all animal, bird and insect life are poss-
essed of this homing instinct. Of course us human aimals, think thai
we are smart, and we are the smartest of all the other animal.-, Inn
all things that fly and crawl and climb and swim and burrow in moth-
er earth 'nave the homing instinct*. The home conn* first, then the 1 you fellows who own the town
Tiiat Salt Prong Dam, is still on our mind. One fellow says why
in the devil don't the editor of the Albany News let up on that water
project, he's running the thing in the ground. Well that's our slogan,
This Democracy of Onni
It's the greatest political structure ever builded on earth. It's I
deed a complex mac'nine, sometimes we fear that maybeso in ita
plex whole it will become top heavy. Everybody nowaday* want D
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to run it in the ground, convert it into a big dirt dam and estop the milk the government cow. You know if you have extravagant hoU0*
flood-tide. Another old poke easy says, why not buy water from
Dick Newell? That's just what we are doing now, buying water from
Can't a city corporation build dams just as well as pri-
vate individuals, eh? Why yes, have our own water supply and not
be beggars and buyers of other folks merchandise. Of course we
have pie ty of water now by buying it from the other fellow. Now
say Mr. Citizen of this commonwealth, hail you thought about it? A
town is no larger than its water supply. The first thing that capital
keepers it's hard for the men folks to keep ahead. We are the |
est law makers in all creation, and the greatest law breakers
to history. Hut 0 god of good government, we are lost in a multi-
plicity of laws. If one should keep the law just for one day, JTOtt'
would have to lock him up in a vault. We are the smartest and tfc*
durnilest fools that we know anything'about. We have written more
laws, made more machines and created more wealth than all the race}
of men. And just where we are going, what we are going to do with
all these machines and all this wealth, wrng if we know. The Ameit*
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asks when they want to make an investment—How about your water m._^.
supply .' If you are bringing it in on water wagons, and don't even j can is the marvel of staid old Kurope and the enigma of thost slum-
own the water wagon, your town sure is a lame duck. Hut now if j bering Asiatics. We are the youngest of all the nations, in point fj
most all the pasture bind contiguous j years, we are just a kid, still wearing knee pants.
But ye gods, S
conquest of the earth, fighting back the other animals, hunting and j to the tow n, ju.st want to piddle along, from hand to mouth, cater to < blooded, flaming youth, is in the saddle, minus the bridle bits of
fishing, doing battle for up'' .acy, farming and merchandising, the the tent bunch and the shack bunch, folks who get here and can't get] straint, we have flung old theories into the scrap heap, rode rott^p ?
establishment of governments and religious shrines. The he-man
wants a habitate where he can bring l>ack the trophies of field and
forest and mine and battlefields. Yes, home is the greatest institu-
tion on earth, it's the beginning and the end of civilization. The fire-
side, the home altar, laughing children, flower gardens, crowing roost-
ers and cackling hens ana the mooing of the cows at eventide. A
nation never rises above the homes. And in walking around up there
in that pretty home, watching the folks putting up bedsteads, spread-
„ | ing art squares, polishing the furniture and hanging the pictures on
it t txas or years, as we as a wa)|—Naturally we fell into a reminicent mood, turning back the
writer o iction. pages in the book of family history, a clapboard two-room shack
loomed upon the horizon, in this common ordinary crude built home
was a little old country girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old,
freckeled faced and towseled headed, and we thought that she was the
prettiest thing that God ever made, and we ain't changed our mind
very much yet. Tne main guy on the job, was a red headed freckel-
ed faced country lad, ignorant and gawky, possessed of ego to burn,
Frank Cloud Quite
Sick
Frank Cloud ha* been very low
this week. Was reported to be
sr. > e better Thursday. We are
all hoping for the best, but be it
«aid that Frank is a very sick man.
In the Cook Memorial Hospital) thought he was the smartest durn guy that ever came down the pike
Hut since that time, his mind has gone through many changes. That
nome was just about the humbl.wt and the most unpretentious homes
that you can imagine—A bare floor, full of cracks, bare walls, minus
pictures. A box wood stove, two raw hide bottomed chairs, with a
cheap wooden rocker for the bridtv— A plain hand-made dining table,
decorated with a pretty spotted oil cloth cover. Hut dang folks, that
to us was one of the greatest homes 011 earth -Ain't never had an
otheer one jiist like it, and had we ten thousand dollars, we would
give every doggoned cent of it for that housekeeping outfit—That
little old dining table made out of dry goods boxes, that cheap wood-
away That will ever be the size of your cominer
with flint rock guns and toting water with water buckets—God Al-
mighty, sometimes we get so blasted mad that we feel like it would
be a blessing if somebody would put a cart load of dynamite under
the situation, or shoot the dead carcass with about one hundred quarts
of nitro-glycerini - would rather blow up or burn up than to rot out.
One among the deadest thing in all creation is a i.aad town, and the
out stinkingust thing is a dead citizenakip. But gosh, they do need n
bath and hypo with thunder and lightning in it. And get this, the
Albany News is going to furnish them aome thunder and lightning be-
rcial caliber, shooting j shod over ancient doctrines, pulled down temples of error and smash*
ed human idols. Never a thought so daring, never a dream so
blime, this Democracy of ourn. Under the inspiration of Liberty
but O god of Democracy how we have grown, how the human mfttf.
has expanded, unafraid of gods, devils or the rule of despotic t
we have builded this beautiful temple of buman Liberty. In the
of inventive skill, we have outstripped all* the nations of the
pulled the veil of ignorance aaide, unshackling the human mind,
ye gods how we have wrought in iron and steel, wood and atoi
copper, capitalising the forces of nature, discovering the pent up
fore this battle is over with. We like .Albany, if we didn't we would er in coal, the laten power In water and the kick in crude oil,
'ANOTHER WEDDING
TOWN"
IN
Mr. H. D. Benedict and Miss
uey Tommie were very quietly
married at the Methodist parson-
age 6 o'clock Saturday morn-
ing by the pastor, Rev. Rae.
Miss Lorivene Crowder, cousin
of the bride being the only wit-
ness.
Mr. Benedict of Albany former
resident of Loveland, Colo., and
Long Beach, Calif., has been fore-
man of the Good K.ats Hakerv for
the past IS months He and his
little daughter, Kva Mae, having
made their home with Mrs Jennie
Frierson and family during their
stay in Albany. Mrs. Frierson
having cared for the little daugli
ter
Mr Item diet 1 very 1 ipabl
young man. ha made many
friends in Mbanv
MUs I.ui v Ti>mii " 1 1 f.-.l
ii j\ Ilia n\, the I 'mill he.!
not sojourn here very long. We like Albany like the parent likes his
bad boys, and thus, they whip the stuffln' out of 'em to make 'em
good. That's what we are doing now, making the fur fly. As John
Paul Jones said to John Hull in that sea fight when they asked him to
surrender—He came back at 'em and said, I ain't begun to fight yet.
And that dare-devil stunt gave to America all the sea lanes of the
world Neutrality. That's what we want, water, water of our own,
a lake on which we can sail our own boats, haveour own canals and
pipe lines And say boy, it's going to happen one of these days.—
Selah.
THI TOWN WHIM I UV« , It S MV TOWN
We Visited Diamond Ranch
Looking around Saturday for an inspiration, something to talk
en 'ocker, a painted flower on the lean back, then Mother knitted a ' h°ut worth while, so we went nosing around, when all of a sudden
pr./tty white tidy and hung on the back of the chair, and blast we F- W. Alexander tapped us on the shoulder and said come on boy, we
thought it was the prettiest piece of furniture ever. Setting up house- w'" ta'<e >'ou t0 lt*e show. So we climbed into hi* Ford car and head-
keeping. it's an event on which memory loves to dwell Home, if it's north. You know the first impressions are always the best. Em-
the right kind you never get tired of housekeeping. We have been erson says stick to 'em, follow 'em to the limit, and aeldom will you
working at it now for nigh onto fifty years. It has ever been an in-| 1 a mistake. Like this, you drive up to a home, it has a nice
spiration to us. Digging ditches, climbing a railroad dump, splitting' or entrance, flowers and shade trees a plenty, porch vines, nice
clean doorsteps and porch, pretty screen shutters and handsome glass
doors. That's the advance picture, ami though the inside of that
home may not be so elegantly furnished, yet, the picture lingers with
rails, plowing in the new ground, merchandising or fighting the durn
Spaniards, every time we thought of home and fireside, we ju*t grip
ped our plow handles, grubbing hoe handle or sword a little tighter
and hit a little harder. Home, until man built a home and had a
baby, he was just a wild jungle animal.—Selah.
TM« TOWN W .11 NI I IVI ITS MT TOWN
Judge Howsley Speaks
ed t'nc air currents and made of 'em our slaves, talking aroui
world, flying across oceans, blating highways across desert, pti
cities, shooting holes through mountain*, conquering the aoil
ing the rivers, capitalising this wild waste of nature, convertin
to luxury and ease, dispensing human toil and struggles.
said that the machine would destroy us. That's only the dreMB $t'
fools and the musing of cowardly pessimists. The machine hu
lengthened out our arms, given to us speed and power, one maj^Hne
doing the work of forty-five thousand human units. Sit on «uib-
ioned seats, in a glass palace on wheels, step on the gas, and ttul me-
chanical steed pulls our fre-ght, the quick dkpatch of business and
pleasure errands, increases o*ir earning capacities a thousand fold-
Look at that mechanical oird up there in stellar space, giving stems
and ^clouds, dangerous air currenti and death a dare, spanning eontl-
i nents and oceans, annihilating space. But O golleys, alnt it wonder-
ful? No wonder the nations of the earth are pouring their gold into
our lape, our economic gumption, our financial acumen, our man pow-
er, our resources and our inventive geniue—Master* of human dee-
tiny. This Democracy of ourn. Will it stand or is the pace too <ap-
1 id? We have u free press, we have( the school house, liberty 0<
thought, liberty of speech. But gosh, no wonder we have grown. It*
ing in this beautiful house of Freedom, minds unohackeled, stripped
of ignorance and superstition, unafraid, we have dipped our wand i|
the golden bowl of wisdom, thrown down the challenge to anciesl
gods and philosophies, and with the trowel, the pen and the eword, wo
have marshalled facts, unraveled the mystic skein of creation, har-
nessed the forces of nature, converting the waste stuff into gold
you That's wliai we mean by first impressions. Driving along out' mines. The ocean* and the islands of the sea are oiri by the right
young
VV
( fri.
ughti
Mi
autiful
Judgi
A. M.
Howsley, re pre . ntativ. from Shackelford and
Jon
counties
has de
iver.il his maiden
speech ill the lower hou -e
of th
state 1,«
gislat ur
He introduced ;
resolution, asking that the
11011 -
of Repr
•s.ntativ
es ,;o on record a
favoring a stoppage of th
• ehi(
ping in
if crud.
oil from foreign 1
ount 11. I'n i of duty, 111 i:in
g Con
gress of
these 1
"nited Stat. - to ta
ve action in th. mutter.
Juik-
How -lev
is a
>il mixer, a talente<
your.. man and i- making
lots 0
friends
{own th
iatV good diplomat >. as 11
frin
'de. e.sp. ■ I illy Itl a
large political body like th,
Sta
1,. gi lat
jrt\ Oi
ten times, young n
ien want to be smart aleek-
around
with thf
to Diamond ranch, the first introductory to thus ranch show is a great
big flaming bill board, with old Diamond's picture thereon, box car
letters telling of his breed and kind. So before you get to this ranch
proper you get the picture of Hereford cattle fixed in your mind
Driving on a little further on a hard surfaced road we drove up in
front of .1 great big arch way, built of native ston ■ Lettered Dia-
11 1, I I: iiu 11 Now that pret'y arch way was th. co inuation of this
ranch picture show It reminded us that w, were going somewhere,
and that somebody lived there. Now a wire gat. or a pair of liars
remind one of ancient days, a hud impression. So driving through
that arch way, looking down a graded road leading down to a beauti-
ful lake of water, our interest in the show gi a pace. That lake
of water
of conquest, never hankering for 0 scrap, but when they call our hand
or invade our domain, Uncle Sam is there with hi* forked tailed coat,
bee-gum hat, adorned with the stars of empires, and he ain't never
been licked yet on land or sea—This Democracy of ourn. But my,
my, ain't it wonderful «' >u' this House of Democracy, the temple
wherein thought is unleashed, minds are untrampled and iron shod,
these dure devil invaders have walked across deserts, and O golleyu
what a civilization has sprung in their shoe tracks- This Democracy
of ourn. Will it stand? It's just as strong as the intelligence of its
people. Selah.
THF. TOWN WHSnt I LIVE .
-IT MT TOWN
teams
i d Mime fifteen or twenty acres of land, and men and
it work down there it the foot of that dam, preparatory
' on pin j. •> ' h'ii
Been
forty years, looking t
ek* for water <torai{
up
for
I'
nig
and lioggoii' this picture show fan
reaming bout irrigation out here in
'•car Fork,
ul .e it
Mrs. W. I. Cook Convalescing
the
Hub-
iai.1 that
art
VV ■
I,
iking to the
Ct. Yes, a
•II
That
.in>
In Sanitarium
.da
of th
11 with
VV di
outco
was t
flu, from 1
on her lun
daughter o
Kng'tsh
Mrs Frank
up from Houa
her parents,
rick Davi
Did not
rat (1 on |
learn th-
a or understand t
knows about sidi
icr us from such
* was a menace to t
d with reason and
ike not it was Joe
r:
II
fools
the lib.
w i sdo
la 1 ley
Somebody
rties of a i
in, coining
who coinei
, pu . ing
and a boy
ig land tin
1 cue!, around tifteei
ii this main canal th*
the water on this rid
sitting on a sulky plow
black eye Well dog
We
tiess of ;
Hospital
her daily
Nov.
at I'll
right
of fl
th
latiou.
from
I it
am
that'
< Juan
I Mr
Mr M
truth sea-
great mind. If we
conclusion We would
lmoiiisli .Imige Howsley to rub shoulders with the boy.s, get their
.wpoint . wrangle with ' in in the cloak room, 111 the hotel lobbies,
■ .1 good listener I let .icquaintenaiue and experience, study mea-
nd proposed legislation, get down to the root of things, cause
icn vote against the must of 'em and you won't go very
Keep y 11 u r ha ruts m your iwn pocket, shy the castor on
,!|it gosh they ire there with millions to back 'em up
lean, exercise vour judgement and be car. fu' how you
•>. ind you can ook men and devils in the face and tell
hell.
ruf TO** * MC 1 l 1VK it • MV TOWN
ur< 4
and
ffe
ing
ti
VV
Glorious Rains In Shackelford
nd is already grubbed,
driving a trio of big fat mules, givt
iron tn t h time the picture show was warming up, and dadburn we
were just silting there holding our breath, wondering what the th in-
d. r would happen next, fearful that the film would break or the mv
ehme would be jammed And say folk.-, did you know that we have
been driving by this identical spot for forty years, and nary plague
taked time did we .see this gold mine Yes, ju-t driving around and
over gold mines Why blast our time, at one time we could have
bought tliat laud for two dollars per acre-—Hut all these years we
have been looking to the creek bottom lan.ls and depending on God
for rain. Of course Alexander believes in tlod and so do we, but the
gods help folk- who help themselves So that basin in a meaquite
flat ha • been converted into a water reservoir, storing up the flood-
tidi Now pouring that water on that fifteen acres of Land will in-
deed he 1 gold mine in what a little while hack was a desert place.
Vnd say you dd croaks, there are hundred- of places like that in this
junty
i.st waiting for the
ut O gosh, if folk.
;<dd mini wealth
F VV
Tuesday,
'xanui
mil I
iroy, I
g dow 1
industry and genius of man to capitalii"
would just wake up and go out and dig
would flow into our laps, like it's coming
the scene shift.s, the picture man puts on
VV ..Iking acros -o>
what a
our km
shifts,
picture
• s and
rawling thr
id to announce that Mrs VV I Cook, after a serious 111-
•1 1 months is now convalescing at the Cook Memorial
Sli able to sit up and walk around the hospital, taking
\ei, and sitting out in God's beautiful sunshine, inhaling
1 -li ning at the bird song.- and gaining treiigth dally,
i.iud. Mr- Cook will be home right soon, domiciled out there
1 'fu' rattce. home, getting the sur. enough to God otona,
low n out I' th. sky, impregnated with hi altl and th • fiagrAnce
Vnd talk about bird songs, >ou know down in the city
> never heai anything but the plaintive -ongs of canary birds lock-
ed up in cages, and the sad lisping of the Knglish xparrows scrambling
for bread cru lbs ind dodging the bad boy. with nigger killers. But
out here in grand old Shackelford county, out in the big open space,
and that's where Mrs. Cook has lived most of her life, the curlews and
other bird species burst their throats singing for joy, and talk about
the fragrance of flowers, not hot house stuff, but wild floweni grow-
ing in wild profusion, minus cultivation, inspiring and intoxicatiag.
And O this green grass, foliage on mesquite trees, looks like combed
silk and the music singing brooks—Hurry up Mrs. Cook and come
home, springtime will soon be here in all her glory, the Texas blue-
bonnets will blossom right soon, the mollie cotton tails and jack rab-
bits play hide and seek in the grassy dells, the white faced calves will
soon be cutting up down there in the valleys, and all nature will have
on her green frock Hurry up, get away from hospitals, nurses and
doctors, and come out where the gods of health will be your nurse
and physician, will rock you to sleep in the cradle of oase, the fructi-
fied breezes will paint roses in your cheeks and this rarefied air will
invigorate your physical being Your rose garden is coming, we aro
going out w ith our garden hoe and rake and pruning sh.vars, not very
long off, hoe it out and shear the old stalks away, and my, the frag-
rant rose- will smile you a welcome. Hurry up, the ranch home la
waiting for ii.s Mistr> s.s
THI TOWN WHINE I UV« It S MV TOWN
ouy
w a wir
T'trnir
jijfl
. m
C-
iround ii
Ivifi, JU
\ HUM
pools,
.1
fat
en
•' full of green stuff
'em uet up for us to
unadiar wheat fields,
it th
men
know
tha*. figure
Court hav«
>unty. it'.'
emplo) ed
(Continued on page 4)
1 corp of auditors to aud-
a job of several days, so while the
(own the lin. with cold-blooded figures, and you
!u not lie, the court house gang are returning all
borrowed postage tamp* and churning the loose coppers and dimnt,
so as to . that everything is balanced up, and the red lines all cross-
1 ed out.
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