THE BABY NEWS.
Vol. 1. Thursday, July 10, 1901. No. 15.
A TENNESSEE LETTER.
Hr. Hudson, the Royal
Scroll Man Writes to
His Friends.
Tipton, Tenn., July 8, 1901.
Editor Woodruff Co. News.
McCrory, Ark.
Dear Editor: Knowing that
there are quite a number of Tip
ton countyans (in Arkansas who
read the News, and thinking they
might appreciate seeing v some
thing in its column's from -their
old county, this leads 1 me to
write. 1 ‘j '
I am very sorry to say to them
that crops are suffering for rain,
however, if farmers get rain in
five or six days, they will be able
to make a fairly good crop of
corn. Cotton is small but not
suffering for rain as much as
corn. Both corn and cotton has
been well cultivated. The yield
of irish potatoes is fine.
Well, it is needless for me to
say that I ran now enjoying the
presence of home-folks, and
handshaking with my old friends
and neighbors. However, my
mind turns back to Arkansas to
the places where I have been, to
jthe many good people whom
1 have met, and to the many
pleasant hours I spent while
tlero.
Now, Mr. Editor, I feel like I
waited a drink of water mighty
bid, out of that sulphur spring
over at S., but don’tsay anything
ibout it to my friends Mr.. A. J.
aid Mr. E. C., if you do, they
night think my lieallh was fail
iig and such is not the case.
O, I forgot to tell you, when I
s»w you last, that Madam Rumor
s,id that Bro. Cochran had re
cently been over to Searcy.
Jow, I don’t know that there are
any facts in this report, but if
there is, I wonder what the na
ture of his business was. O, I
suppose some ministerial duty
called him there, or perhaps he
just went over to get a drink of
that sulphur water; so, if that
was it, I don’t blame him or any
one else, because that water is
mighty good. But, methinks I
hear a small voice by the way
side saying, “Old man, you are
mistaken, his business was en
tirely of a different nature.”
Success to the -News and its
readers. 11 H. Hudson.
obituary.
Miss Lizzie Comer, who quietly
went to meet the angels above,
was born in Woodruff Co. Ark.,
Jan. 12th, 1883. She grew up to
young womanhood with many
bright prospects for the future.
Two years ago, however, she was
afflicted with the neuralgia of the
nerves. After trying the home
doctors without much relief, she
visited relatives in Term., for the
benefit of her health. All was in
vain.
On the first of last Feb., she
was struck with paralysis and
immediately, in company with her
brother Rufus, left for Hot
Springs. At this time, she was
greatly benefited. Upon return
ing home, she soon became worse
again. She soon returned to the
city of vapors and remained un
til last November. Then feeling
reasonaby well, returned home,
only to be more afflicted than ev
er.
Last July, she visited Hot
Springs again. They tried near
ly all the doctors in the city with
the prescribed number of hot
baths along with it. Miss Lizzie
was well attended both by Rufe
and her mother. Mrs. Comer
was with her daughter aboutthree
months giving all the motherly
care one could. Little Brother
Rufe was always on the alert to
do anything to relieve his dear
sister regardless of cost. Tn ad
dition to their services, they had
Mrs. Emma Bennette,a profes
sional nurse of Pittsburg Pa., to
assist them. Miss Lizzie was al
ways cheerful in mind but the
liesh was week and became week
er every day. She often spoke
of dying and said she would nev
er get well. On June the 23rd,
a stroke of paralysis touched her
heart and Sunday Afternoon, she
quietly went to sleep in the arms
of Jesus. Her remains were
brought Monday Morning and
were interred in the Odd Fellows’
Cemetery near DeView.
She is dwelling on the mountains.
Where the golden sunlight beams.
O'er a land whose wonderous beauty
Far exceeds her fondest dreams.
She can see far down the mountains
Where she wandered weary years.
Often hindered in her journey
By the aches of dread disease.
She is drinking by the fountain.
Where she would ever abide:
For she has tasted life’s pure river.
And her soul is satisfied.
We extend our deepest sym
pathies to the be reaved family
and relatives. May we all meet
her in the home where changes
never come.
By A Friend.
Bert Raney and Claud Coch
ran went lisliing down on Cache
river Tuesday.
A small boy in Oklahoma
recently got this in an essay on
fish; “The pi’insipull fish in our
crick is bullheads. The bull
head is prinoipull head; and
what ain’t head is tail. He has'
whiskers what is growed togeth
er and stickers which girls is
afeared of. ’ ’