THE
BABY
NEWS.
VOL. 1.
Thursday, August 15, 1901.
No. 20.
I have been in
the painting
businessmore
than twenty
live years.
If you need
anything in
the painting
line why not
get someone
to do the C
work who is a Practical Paint
er.
I write signs, hang paper, do all
kinds of Interior Decorating,
in fact, anything usually done
by a painter, prices consistent
with good work. Give me a trial
John T. O’Fallon,
THE PAINTER.
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NOTICE.
On account of the rain last
Sunday a great many were de
prived of the privilege of hearing
my sermon on baptism at De
View that were anxious to hear
it. So I have decided to repeat
the sermon next Sunday morn
ing, April the 18th, at 11 o’clock,
a. m. in our church at McCrory,
Everybody is cordially invited to
attend church on that day.
S. L. Cochran.
A DIG AT TENNESSEE.
Mr. Editor. I see in your
valuable paper this week a com
munication from my old friend
H. H. Hudson which contains
some stories which would be
1 hard to believe if I did not know
[ that brother Hudson’s veracity—
except in one instance—could
hardly be called in question. By
the way, Madam rumor tells a
good joke on the old brother
which I am disposed to give cre
dence to, knowing that the dear
old gentleman is exceedingly
fond of the ladies. Here it is.
A short time before he returned
to Tenn., he wTent over to Searcy
to see a widow that has consider
ably property in the way of land
etc. and made some loving pro
positions to her with reference to
forming a co-partnership with
her for life, promising at the
same time if she would consent
that he would give up the Royal
Scroll business and devote the
remainder of his days on earth
in looking after the interest of
his wife and her farms. All of
wThich the widow respectfully de
clined which completely knocked
all the wind out of him and as
soon as he recovered he left for
Tenn. If the above rumor is
false the old brother can say so
in his next letter.
Correspondent.
THE FISH-FRY.
A merry crowd go on a fishing
and hunting trip. A. J. Marsh,
John Phillips, Jim Garrett, J. W.
Wilder, Sam and Ben Watson,
Tom Arnold and Fletcher
Rankins composed the gal
axy of merriment. These fisher
men and hunters started on Wed
nesday August the sixth. Bear
Slough near Peach Orchard Bluff
was the place selected for their
feast of Revelry. As they pro
ceeded, some of the hounds
had to be placed in the wagon
and actually some of the hunters
say that the hounds got ashamed
of John Phillips and would not
associate with him, and if there
is anything that will bring a sad
look to John’s face it is when his
hounds, the partners in his hunt
ing expeditions, begin to slight
him. This is the unkindest “cut
of all.” When they arrived at
the place of pleasure and had
spent the night in sweetly slum
bering on the banks of White
River, some of the hunters be
sought them to their task but
Mr. J. W Wilder, who has long
since won his laurels as a hunter
deemed it wise to remain about
the camp and take care of things
and do the cooking. By the way,
here is the way Mr. Wilder be
came so famous as a hunter.
Long years ago when game was
plentiful and one could kill game
for the fun of it and furnish meat
for the family and not half try,
Mr. Wilder went out to kill some
squirrells. He hadn’t gone far
until he spied one in a tree. He
raised his trusty gun and fired;
the squirrel fell but did not seem
dead, so Mr. Wilder took the
ramrod of his gun and proceeded
to finish his undertaking and
would you believe it he broke
that ramrod all to pieces before
the squirrel gave up the combat?
This is what made Mr. Wilder so
famous as a hunter and he hasn’t
hunted anything since. No won
der he has made his rep.
You have heard of Nancy
Hanks, well she is not in it a little
bit when Ben Watson gets out on
the race track and he is not
particular on what kind of a
track he gets either. He can
out run honnds till there is no
mortal use.
This pleasure party had all the
fish and game they needed to eat
and everyone brought a plenty
back with them. It was a trip
long to be remembered.