The Waxahachie Daily Light

I suppose I am as merry as I ever
was but I have been digging for a
subject for several days and have
failed to find anything to suit me
and while I would rather suit my
readers than myself I think the best
way to their approval is through
my own.

While I have nothing else to say
I desire to thank the many readers
of the Enterprise for their many
words of encouraging commenda-
tion.

It seems to be inherent in the ani-
mal kingdom to crave words and
acts of encouragement. The master of
seals and sea lions always gives his
actors a bountiful supply of fish af-
ter they have performed for him.
When a dog has performed a feat he
almost dislocates his spinal column
wagging his caudal appendage in ac-
knowledgment of the gentle pat by
the hand of the master. The horse
the cow, in fact, all of the domestic
animals, the whole seat railroad hog
excepted, seem to be more or less
responsive to the touch of sympathy
and affection,

You cannot imagine what a ray
of sunshine it is to me when you
come to me and say, "Cox, I enjoyed
that piece very much," and it is very
gratifying to me that I hear such al-
most every week. However, it may
be that a very few admiring friends
do it and because I hear words of
cheer every week I conclude that the
number of my admirers is legion.

I usually try to produce some-
thing for your entertainment
and
rather to drive dull care away than
to pump dry facts into you is my
aim.

It has been said that he who
causes two blades of grass to spring
up where but one was wont to grow
is a public benefactor, but I say unto
you that he who breaks up the hard
times of the fool diffuses a smile
over the features and causes the eye
to sparkle in merriment is a philan-
throper.

I would rather be a real comedian
than to know the names and revolu-
tions of the planets. I would rather
hand out a rose bud than to teach
the names of all the species in the
botanical kingdom. I would rather
make a man laugh than to be able
to tell him minutely of all the hor-
rors of the regions infernal.
I
would rather be a Joe Jefferson than
a Henry Ward Beecher. I would
rather be what I am than any one
else. I would rather be a humorist
than a president. I like those good
old texts, "Take no thought of the
morrow" and "Eat, drink and be
merry for tomorrow ye may die."
I
like a good time and I like to see
others enjoy life. I like to see boys
and girls and to hear their silvery
peals of laughter. I would like the
freedom of heaven but do not believe
I would ever be satisfied in hell. It is
with sorrow that I report the death
of Elsie, the 6-year-old boy of Mr.
and Mrs. J. L. Cox, on Sunday, the
16th. It is hard to give them up and
time is not sufficient to efface all
traces of our grief, but possibly those
who die young are the ones who win
the prize for we never know what
life has in store for us and is life
worth living? is a question that will
never be answered to the satisfaction
of all.

I saw Ben Sims, colored, exhibit-
ing a very unique contrivance on the
street a few days ago. It is a fly trap
which has a kind of clock work in
which may be set at such intervals as
the operator may desire. It seems to
work well and gets all the flies on
it when it trips.

Geo. Hawkins, colored, has lived
in Ellis county for many years. In
fact, was a cowboy in the country be-
fore King Cotton drove the cow from
the range. He is now a prosperous
farmer on Forreston No. 3. When I
told W. A. Trull on Forreston 1 his
time was out he said he was glad of
it. I told him if it was any relief to
him I was glad too. R. W. Shannon
was in bed and said he had been en-
tertained by a few chills. John Wil-
holte and family were finishing put-
ning out potato slips.

On the Bullard farm I found about
the best crops I had found any
where. Cotton all a good stand and
corn growing very well. U. J. Pea-
cock was hoeing cotton and I am
sure with the season we have had his
crop is fine. A. J. Cheatham
on
Waxahachie No. 6 was at home, so
were Miss Annie, Elmer and wife, a
couple or three of Mr. C.'s grand
children and a good dinner. J. E.
Ferguson, who merchandized at Mt.
Peak several years is now gone back
to his first love, the tilling of the soil.
He was in Waxahachie Friday. T. W.
Chapman of Waxahachie No. 3, was
in from his farm Friday and made
good.

C. W. Owen, an industrious young
farmer on Waxahachie No. 3 was in
town Friday and joined the band.
Mr. Williams, proprietor of the Eat-
itorium, gave me a sample of some
candy that tasted good to me. He
said he had shipped 150 pounds of it
a few days before I mention this not to advertise Mr. William's place but to show that Waxahachie and Ellis county are right there with the goods.