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HONEY GROVE SIGNAL-CITIZEN October 10, 1941
Side Glances on
Texas History
By Charles 0. Hunker
University of Texas Library
CJoliad—Many Were De d,
But a Few Had Been Quick
When dawn broke on the
historic Palm Sunday of 1836,
March 27, Mexican soldiers
lined up and shot down some
330 Texans, most of them
newly-adopted, outside the
old mission fort at Goliad and
so piled a second faggot onto
the pyre which a month later
was to consume themselves at
San Jacinto. It is well re-
membered by Texans of to-
day, this tragic legend of
Fannin and his men; but few
recall that thirty-five lived to
tell it.
to complete the slaughter.
Judge H. was pierced through
the shoulder, bearing the
wound without showing signs
of life.”
Then, too, “camp followers
came to rob the dead” after-
wards, and one of them, “in
cutting away his hunting
shirt to get at his coat which
was beneath, wounded him in
the neck, at which he let es-
cape some expression of pain;
whereupon the Mexican, find-
ing him still alive, beat him
upon the head . . . until he
supposed life extinct.” But
the good judge lived and
made a stumbling getaway in
the dark.
In his monumental “His-
tory of Texas,” H. Yoakum
mentions twenty-seven men
who were known to have es-
caped from Urrea that morn-
ing and eight others, doctors
The stories of the massacre
which these survivors have and hospital attendants, who
left for historians to piece to-
gether—those, that is, which
were spared because they
were needed to atttend the
■turn Mexican wounded; but his
list includes nothing which
reveals conclusively the iden-
tity of Bartlett’s ingenious
“Judge H.”
History Is
Made at Home
are to be found at all-
up in many out-of-the-way
wolumes in the University of
Texas Library’s unequaled
Texas Collection. One of them
for instance appears in the
voluminous “Personal Narra-
tive” of John Russell Bart-
lett, director of the United
States and Mexican Boundary
Commission in the early
1850’s. It doesn’t jibe in ev-
ery particular with the de-
tails of the event as histo-
rians have reconstructed it,
but it’s colorful and romantic
and worth retelling.
Bartlett was making final
preparations for his commis-
sion’s long trek across the
West to California in 1850
when, one Sunday, he was in-
vited to Goliad and there met
a certain “Judge H
hero of the episode which he on there. Just the usual
contributed to the Fannin things . . . three meals a day
legend. It doesn’t seem to . . . bed making . . , cleaning
have taken much persuasion . . . the washing once a week.
But these “usual” things
are what men and children,
as well as women, live by.
By Susan Thayer.
History is being made these
days. History that inen and
women will read hundreds of
years from now and marvel
at, as we read and marvel at
the difficult beginnings of
this wonderful country. And
it’s being made in our homes
just as surely as it’s being
made in the factories and
camps of America.
But how can history be
made in your home, you ask?
the There’s nothing special going
industrial management and
American labor to produce
the bombing planes, the guns
and tanks and other weapons
of modern war which may
once more turn the tide in fa-
vor of democracy, peace and
freedom.”
But this industry, toward
which free men are looking,
can only function at its great-
est efficiency if the men and
women in ifv find daily cour-
age and strength in their
homes, which it is woman’s
great, historic destiny to
manage!
A Good Year
An early autumn has been
lands today. The sower is ha-
tred and his seed is greed,
and the harvest is hunger
and slavery and the seized
chattel and the scorched
earth; it is falling death of
whining iron and killing
steel. Harvest by tyrannical
death also measures the for-
titude of man; some day the
pendulum of peace will swing
back to the right again, and
tl^e righteous shall keep the
earth.
Peace for the moment is a
great portion of the harvest
in our homeland tonight, in a
world only one-third free.
Liberty is a glorious harvest
this season. Shall it be so
Smart Styling Keynotes New Chevrolet
l the next? Again in the signs
in the signs for some time. 0p autumn we should seek to
now. The horn of harvest is j rea(j something of the future,
sounding through the land 0ur harvest of
once more, at the first turn-
ings of the season, with a
hint of frost in the air. Apri-
cot colors are touching the
changing vine, and ruby and
gold and amber soon will re-
furbish the leaf of the tree in
the hills of old East Texas.
Lean and scowling, the pos-
sum waits for the first fat
falling of the persimmon.
Chrome and golden, the
heavy-bellied pumpkins sit
in the cellar against the com-
ing of the prowling Hallow-
e'en cat and the pumpkin pie.
Deep in the Red river val-
ley the cotton gins are throb-
bing out their muffled mel-
ody of rolling lint, and the
next year,
from the soil and from most
of our efforts, shall be more
greatly sacrificial in the
causes of freedom. In this
good season now, perhaps we
are in the last of our good
years for a long, long while.
At this present moment of
harvest and a bountiful sup-
ply, let us be humbly thank-
ful to the Lord God of hosts
and of all things for the way
we have come thus far. —<
Luther Newberry in Beau-
mont Journal.
- '
Distinguished styling, characterized by a new massive-
ness, marks the new 1942 Chevrolet, introduced to the
motoring public today. Shown above is the Special De Luxe
Sport Sedan, a roomy, luxurious, six-passenger model. A
new grille treatment, with integral parking lights, and the
smart new elongated front fender, which sweeps back into
and opens with the front door, are design highlights.
Interior appointments are in the modern mode. ^
comfortable homes of the sacrifice their social and cut
We Crazy Americans
to wheedle the judge into tell-
ing his tale.
The Texans had surrender-
ed to General Urrea on March
20th after their heroic stand
In the Battle of the Coleta, at
the close of which they were
at the mercy of the Mexican
forces, which outnumbered
them overwhelmingly and
had just been reinforced with
artillery. They were to be
treated as prisoners of war
and sent to the United States
on the first available boat. A
week passed while they wait-
ed at Goliad, and then word
came from Santa Anna that
all were to be shot, the terms
of their surrender notwith-
standing.
On the famous Palm Sun-
day morning, Bartlett wrote,
“the prisoners were marched
out of the fort in three divi-
sions, full of high expecta-
tions that the time of their
release had arrived, and were
shot down almost simulta-
neously by the Mexican sol-
diery. The gentleman above
referred to was in the second
division, and owes his escape
to the most wonderful pres-
ence of mind.
Judge H., he goes on to say,
realized what was happening
when first he heard the un-
seen firing squad bring down
his predecessors; and when
his own turn came he top-
pled stiffly to the ground the
instant he saw the Mexican
officer’s lips form the com-
mand to fire. Then, untouch-
ed by the volley, he “played
possum” on the ground beside
his dead comrades.
It was not so easy as just
that, however, Bartlett re-
lates; for “the soldiers stood
within six feet of the prison-
ers, and fired with fixed bay-
onets. As soon as they had
fired, they rushed upon the
victims with their bayonets
as
They’re the comforts and
freedoms and associations for
which we work and support
our government and fight,
when it’s necessary.
Home. It’s not only what
we work for. It’s the thing
As a people, we Americans
do things in a mysterious
season is long and late for a|way- We will do all in our
late crop; and deep in thejPower to release foreign na-
pinelands the burrs are fall- tions from the hands of the
ing with the brittle plunk. dictators; we are accepting
Jars of honey and spice and additional burdens of taxa-
plum squat on the pantry tion to provide assistance for
Russians we don’t like and
Britons we do like. Then
ironically we accept a labor
policy here at home which, if
shelves—signs of frosted pud-
ding and hot winter biscuits.
* * *
Verily it is a good season in
man’s time. A saffron disc j Pot corrected, will nullify all
of moon looks down on the the help we seek to extend to
hunting hound, and the coon j others,
has gone up the hollow. Late J It’s a carzy method of
September’s Indian summer, procedure, but iris typically
sapphire haze cloaks the land,
and the redhaw berries are
ripe and full. Susurrant winds
stir the tattered fabric of the
American.
The list of defense indus-
tries that have been or are
striking is too long to enum-
lean corn rows, where the yel- erate. One, for example, was
low and white dent ears have
long since been plucked for
mill and crib.
And by night the rotund
that supports and stands back ghoat sleeps in his pen with a
of us all. It’s where men and
women rest and eat and talk
and laugh and get ready to go
out to do their part in these
factories and these camps.
It’s where children grow
strong and intelligent, im-
bued with ideals of freedom
and independence as uncom-
promising as those of our
forefathers. Iris where they
come at night when they’re
tired and hungry and puz-
zled; perhaps disillusioned at
what’s going on m the world,
to find peace and comfort and
good food.
Never before in all the col-
orful years of this country’s
history has home been more
important than it is today.
Not even in the days when
the little log cabin on an un-
friendly frontier was the last
outpost of civilization; the
place where the necessities
for living, now turned out by
our factories, were painfully
produced. For today the
thing vital to this country is
morale; the vision and confi-
dence that our future will be
even greater than our past.
And this type of morale can
only be created in the homes
of a country.
An important speaker said
recently, “The eyes, hopes
and prayers of free men
everywhere are on American
industry in this world crisis.
All who oppose the scourge of
oppression sweeping out ot
central Europe today look to
our factories — to American
grunty snore and a bellyful
of corn until the day when his
hams shall be hung over the
smokehouse’s hickory smoke.
The toil of cultivation is
drawing to a close again. All
men share in the fruits of.
harvest; it is a time of peace
and plenty in a good land.
Community fairs spread the
harvest on the counters for
all to see.
* * *
Man’s method of harvest
improve, and the fruits of his
harvest grow sweeter through
the application of labor and
thought; but the fundamental
earth remains as the source;
now, as in the beginning and
forever, man’s material sub-
stance must come from the
mother soil. As to the earth
his material body must some
day be lain away, so must the
fruits of his growth come, un-
der the cultivation of heav-
en’s sun and snow and rain;
the earth challenges his.for-
titude ; it tests his courage.
But he must depend on it.
The storm-swept lands of the
Texas and Louisiana coast
shall bloom again — and the
loss will be forgotten.
Struggle, and clean, loamy
toil in the laborhood of man
bring forth the bread and
wine of the ages. Peace and
strength are wrought and
forged in the the companion-
hood of accomplishment in a
peaceful land.
* * *
But it is not so in other
the Southern coal miners.
(Without coal our defense in-
dustries would be paralyzed,
and the big labor bosses knew
it, yet they called a strike.
Numerous other strikes have
seriously hindered the na-
tion’s defense efforts and it
appears that there will be
others unless somebody in
power in Washington finally
comes to the realization
that something must be
done to keep production un-
interrupted.
Yes, crazy-like, we get our-
selves worked up to a high
pitch and insist that the na-
tion must get the supplies to
foreign nations we claim are
not only fighting battles for
themselves, but for us. And
we seem to forget that those
supplies cannot be forwarded
unless they are produced, and
they cannot be produced in
sufficient quantities so long
as the labor bosses are either
issuing terms for the conclu-
sion of one strike or are get-
ting ready to call another.—
Greenville Banner.
town, for its two churches
and for its, for that time, ex-
cellent school. The “drum-
mers” those stores brought to
the town made possible that
hotel. The bank was depen-
dent on the stores for its
business. Vernon was a mar-
ket place.
Then came the invasion of
the mail-order catalogue, with
a concerted blitzkreig on busi-
ness of the town. The sales
of the merchants declined.
With that decline came a re-
duction in the quantity and
variety of merchandise of-
fered by local merchants. In
time the stores closed. With
them went the bank, hotel,
homes, churches and school.
Today Vernon does not ex-
ist, even to the extent of a
postoffice. What was once a
market place, a social and cul-
tural center, a place of com-
fortable homes, is now a corn
field. The value of those
acres and other farm acres
surrounding the place that
once was Vernon is not as
great as it was 60 years ago.
There have been all too
many Vernons throughout
America — too many market
places that have died because
of the tendency to centralize
m e r chandising. Whenever
people of a community permit
their market place to die from
lack of home patronage they
tural center, their churches
and schools, and turn what
has been a place of homes
into a field. That, continued
to a logical conclusion, would
make peasants of the Ameri-
can farmers. It would deprive
them of all that makes farm
life pleasant.
Commandments
Taught In Jail
In Chicago’s Cook county
jail young men are becoming
acquainted with religious
truths for the first time in
their lives. Here, where ev-
ery inmate has broken at
least one of the Ten Com-
mandments, are youths who
actually did not know such a
code of conduct had ever been
drawn up. So Warden Frank
Sain and Chaplain Ernest
Kaufhold discovered when
classes in religious education
were inaugurated in the jail
several weeks ago.
The inspiration for start-
ing this course was supplied
indirectly last month by Ber-
nard Sawick, a 19-year-old
who had just confessed to the
slaying of four men. When
he confessed also “I never
had a prayerbook in my
hands/’ the warden promptly
ordered religious classes to be
held along with required
under 21. “You’d be sur-
prised how it has improved
the morale,” he said. “There
are about 130 boys getting
the religious education — for
most of them the power of re-
ligion is touching their lives
for the first time.” —^ The
Pathfinder.
“The Flower
of 101 Days”
Speaking of crape myrtle,
“The Flower of 101 Days,”
let me add that ours began
blooming this year the earli-
est on record (June 13) and
will bloom on till frost. I
still maintain that “no other
plant known to man furnishes
so much beauty for so long a
time with so little trouble”
. . . and suggest that you look
out now for crape myrtle
trees of colors you especially
like and make cuttings of
them this fall. Look, too, for
altheas and hibiscus. And
hollyhock seed, planted now,
will pay 1000 per cent divi-
dends in beauty in the spring.
— Dr. Clarence Poe in Pro-
gressive Farmer.
The First Experiment.
Host—Come right in; don’t
mind the dog.
Visitor—Doesn’t he bite?
Host—That’s what I want
to find out. We just bought
school curriculum for boys him this morning.
How Mail Order
Concern Cleaned
Up Small Town
A writer on the Cleburne
County (Ark.) Times has the
following to say about home-
town patronage:
As a small boy, I knew the
then prosperous little town of
Vernon, Iowa. I knew its four
general stores, well-stocked
with the merchandise of that
time. These stores constituted
the foundation on which Ver-
non was built. Their exist-
ence was resoonsible for the
Don’t skip over the
ads. Mead them care-
fully. You’Il save your-
self time, steps and
money if you know
what you are going to
buy, where you’re go-
ing to buy it, and how
much it’s going to cost
. . . before you leave
home.
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Thompson, Harry. Honey Grove Signal-Citizen (Honey Grove, Tex.), Vol. [51], No. [37], Ed. 1 Friday, October 10, 1941, newspaper, October 10, 1941; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth648887/m1/4/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Honey Grove Preservation League.