The Interurban (electric) road between Dallas and Fort Worth did an immense business during the holidays

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For the paper needs a new “dress,”

And our wife she needs one, too.

While the pressman wants his wages

And the “devil” asks his due! –Dallas News

Thursday December 1, 1904 To Our Correspondents.

Write on one side of the paper only. Sign your name, not necessarily for publication but so we may know whom to send people to who get mad at what you write, and want to fight. The editor has fighting enough to do of his own. It is well to have a “nom de plume” or something of the kind and also sign your own name. Write short newsy items (L. Kase excepted—The columns of the journal are wide open to him.) Have your communication in Wednesday, Tuesday would be better. We can’t use much “editorial matter” from correspondents. We want a half dozen correspondents, but think one editor is enough. It will help your community greatly to be kept well before the public in the papers of the county. In fact it is the next thing to having a paper of your own. So study the matter and do your best and we will do our best.

Thursday December 1, 1904 It Would be an Accommodation.

On the first of January it is our custom to prepare and present bills for subscriptions due the Journal. This takes time, and especially so in cases where we do not know the subscribers. So to save ourselves trouble we ask all to call and settle, or make arrangements for further time. Most of you know the editor when you see him on the streets—“The man what has a wart by the side of his nose” you know, and a bundle of papers under his arm. He may not know you, but if you see such a man on the streets, please speak to him about subscription. And especially if you want your paper stopped, come in and pay up, and don’t run away and leave the country just because you owe the home paper a dollar or so. We had rather give it to you than have you leave the country.

Thursday December 1, 1904

A great many people from here attended the Ben Hur engagements at Dallas last week.

Mrs. J. T. Crimm returned Monday from Kemp where she went last week to be with her father, E. H. Baker, in his last illness. The old gentleman passed away Saturday night and was buried Sunday.

Thursday December 1, 1904 Thanksgiving

Arlington people celebrated thanksgiving day variously last Thursday. Services were held at the Baptist church at ten o’clock. So far as we know everybody had a good dinner. Afternoon most of the stores closed and the clerks went to Dallas to see the great Dan Patch pace, or to Fort Worth, or out in the woods, or stayed at home as suited each ones fancy. Everybody seemed happy and contented and were no doubt grateful for the blessing of life with which we are so abundantly blessed this year.

Thursday December 1, 1904 Monthly Public School Entertainment.

The entertainment given at the public school building by the pupils of the school followed by a lecture by Judge J. C. Smith of Fort Worth on last Friday night was largely attended and much enjoyed.

Prof. Johnston is doing much to bring the people and the school into closer relationship. These public occasions come on the last Friday night in every month. It is hoped to have electric lights in by next meeting, the last of the year when a program of special merit will be presented. Among the many interesting features of last Friday night’s entertainment, the music, Miss Gladys Millars recitations, and Miss Mattie Crockett in “The Train to Mauro” deserve special mention.

Thursday December 1, 1904 A Day Among The Cannanites.

Last Friday bright and early the editor, who is also field manager, general solicitor and collector, and janitor at the office, hitched his noble steed to his buggy and lit out for Cain and Florence Hill. It was our avowed purpose to round up delinquent subscribers and solicit new ones, but after dashing into about a half dozen houses where they were not taking the Journal the last time we were down that way about a year ago, and finding that they had all been caught on the streets of the town and were now regular readers, we decided to cut new subscribers out and look after old ones. Most of these we found away from home, so that we did not do very much in that line either, but we are not complaining; not by a jug full.

The dinner we ate with Col. Dan Yarbrough and his good lady more than repaid us for all time and effort, to say nothing of all the beauties of the country. That which is prettiest just now is the young wheat and oat fields. So pretty and green and hopeful—ever notice how vendure and hope always go hand in hand? Then there were droves of turkeys, flocks of chickens, big porkers just waiting for the weather to get a little colder, big fat milk cows that looked like they could give milk to throw away. The largest flock of turkeys we noticed was at Jas. Alspaughs, and the nicest flock of chickens was a lot of Plymouth rocks at John Davis’. G. V. Millar, Sr., wanted to show us some fine hogs, Texas hogs that he says are just as good as the Doty herd of Illinois, show hogs now in charge of G. V. Millar, Jr., of this place, but Mr. Millar’s hogs were off the road some distance and so we did not go to see them. While talking to him we noticed smoke from an engine a couple of miles south and asked him what it was. He said it was J. W. Martin’s steam plow, and we concluded to drive over and see something that we have always been hearing and reading about, but never saw—a steam plow, but when we got there it proved to be Henry Burch and the Turek boys shelling corn. Then we back tracked and soon after passing Cain we cast our eyes across the valley to the house of Col. Dan Yarbrough upon whom we had been harboring evil designs all the forenoon. As we looked we saw the Colonel and another man unharnessing their teams at the barn, and we perceived that our time had come. So up we drove and found the Colonel in a great stew, breaking some wild mules and sowing oats; had a lot sowed down and it looked like raining before he could get them plowed in. He informed us that he would feed us and our horse, but had no time to talk to us. This suited us all right for we were in about as big a hurry as he was. We proceeded to unharness, water and feed, the while the Colonel was contending with his young mule and fogging around worse than an old hen with a brood of young chickens, and wondering if it would rain, and talking about his oats that were sowed down.

We began to feel uneasy about the time he would allow us for eating dinner. Up to the house we went, hung up our hat, marched back right through the good lady’s kitchen to the back gallery and bathed our face. And right here we could stop and write a whole book on the excellence of a lady who always keeps her kitchen neat and tidy and don’t kick when a friend drops in for dinner right at the dinner hour. Mrs. Yarbrough’s kitchen was nice enough to sleep in and the dinner good enough for a king. If Dan gets that kind of a dinner every day he ought to be a better man than he is. Once at the table we got the Colonel strung out on politics and the new woman as compared to the old, and he forgot all about his mule and his oats and ate to our hearts content, just put in a word once in a while to keep him going. But sure enough when he got through dinner he grabbed his hat and lit out. After bidding the good lady good by we hooked up and drove on over to Florence Hill where they have a new gin and a store. The store is now owned by J. W. Moseley & Co. with Mr. Moseley as general manager. He reports a good business this fall. He had 14 bales of cotton in his yard and says there is lots of it down that way. There is much more cotton being held than we had any idea there was. Nearly every house has some. Some farmers are holding as much as 20 bales. The gin at Florence Hill has ginned over 700 bales. A large part of the seed are fed to cattle down there, the rest comes to the oil mill at this place. Practically all the cotton is marketed there. We noticed several nice improvements through the country, one of the prettiest of which is Z. W. Gray’s new home. The whole country is in fine shape, and the land is in fine fix now for plowing. In the morning the sun was shinning and as we saw the loose mellow earth being turned up we felt like we would rather be a farmer and plow and listen to the lark’s song than to be anything on earth, even a newspaper man; we actually wanted to get hold of a plow and wear off some of our boyish enthusiasm and get an appetite on us like a hired hand. (I bet when Dan Yarbrough reads this he will say “what in the thunder does the man want with more appetite”) but in the evening as we returned the day had grown exceedingly dreary and the man away off in the field plowing all alone, he and his team both doubtless tired, looked the very picture of lonliness, and we thought that if that was us we would take out and go home and build a big blazing fire and play hossy with the baby. Guess the morning and evening of the day is much like the morning and evening of life, we start out full of hope and energy; life is one animated picture to ceaseless action, but as the evening comes on and shadows gather about us, our energy relaxes, hope no longer beckons us on, and finally we long to lie down and close our eyes in rest.

Thursday December 8, 1904 A Pair of Blokes Run In.

Tuesday night at about half past seven as Marshal Douglas was standing in front of the Interurban depot he saw a couple of strangers come around the corner, one of them wearing detective’s badge, and at once sized them up as crooks and began questioning them. While talking to them L. P. Boatwright, a lumber dealer here, came up and informed Douglas that his office had been burglarized, and at the same time recognized his overcoat carried by one of the suspects. Douglas promptly arrested the pair, relieved the “detective” of his gun, and the pair, of a couple of screw drivers, a rattail file, a hammer and a lot of powders. E. F. Douglas’ shop had been broken into and the tools taken therefrom. They were taken to Fort Worth where it was learned that each had served a four year term in the Texas Penitentiary, and one had served a two year term at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. It was very fortunate, indeed, that the pair were safely bagged, as they were doubtless bent on mischief.

Thursday December 8, 1904 Evett Schoolhouse.

Last Friday a norther blew up very unexpected and the result was hog killing in this community so we have plenty of spare ribs and backbone to eat.

Thursday December 8, 1904 Johnson Station

Mrs. Whitaker, an elderly lady, who lived near Arlington, was buried here Sunday.

Thursday December 29, 1904

A widow washerwoman with three small children was kindly remembered by a band of little neighbor girls who voluntarily went around and got up $7.00 cash, $5 in groceries and a big box of clothing, etc. The Journal is glad to see such acts of charity, is even glad to help in such a work. And who can do it more acceptably than a lot of sweet little girls. If we were poor or sick and in need we can think of no class of beings that would cheer us and reconcile us to a seemingly hard lot more than such a band of little girls. The Journal hopes as the years go by, they may know more and more of the joy of making others happy, especially the poor, the purest, the best, and the most practical joy ever found, or that ever will be found by any human being.

Thursday December 29, 1904

Mrs. H. W. Sanders was called to Smithville a few days ago on account of the death of her brother, B. W. Park, who has been in poor health for a long time.

Thursday December 29, 1904

Last Thursday a stranger came to A. K. Collins livery stable and hired a horse to ride out into the country a few miles. Saturday morning he had not returned, and it then dawned upon Kelly that his horse had been stolen. When last seen the young man was passing through Handley going toward Fort Worth.

Jozaf Burkway, a poor German baker and restaurant keeper, was arrested last Thursday and taken to the jail at Fort Worth charged with selling whiskey. There are several cases against him which if sustained will keep him away from his family a long time. He leaves a wife and several small children, the woman and children should not be forgotten while the husband and father is away. They are poor people, recently here and can barely speak the English language, and our people might do well to help them along a little in some practical way.

Thursday December 29, 1904

Riley Newman who runs a job wagon says he carried 75 trunks to the depot last Friday.

The higher courts refused to give Mildred Clifton, the slayer of Ab Patterson, a new trial. Her sentence is for four years.

Thursday December 29, 1904 JOHNSON STATION.

Mrs. John Ralston, who died of pneumonia, was buried here Friday.

Mrs. Bursen and daughter, Miss Caroline, and son Claude, arrived at home Tuesday from Denison where they went last week to attend the burial of their husband father.

Thursday December 29, 1904

Word has been received here that Mrs. M. E. Chappell, wife of Rev. M. E. Chappell, died at Brownwood on the 24th inst. The remains were carried to Indiana for interment. She is survived by a husband and one daughter who have many friends in Arlington who will sympathize with them in their deep affliction.

Thursday December 29, 1904

On November 29 a white man and negro entered a restaurant at Dallas at night and attempted to hold the proprietor up and rob him. He resisted and was shot and killed. Last week they were both tried, convicted and sentenced to hang. The name of the white man is Holly Vann, that of the negro Burrel Oats. This is pretty swift justice. The very kind we need in all such cases.

Thursday December 29, 1904 Clippings From Our Exchanges.

Just as we were going to press word came to us that Wm. Sikes of Florence Hill died this morning at six o’clock. Mr. Sikes was one of the best citizens and the whole community is in sorrow because of his death. – Grand Prairie Hustler.

Thursday December 29, 1904 The Growth of a Year.

Below we give, as nearly as we could get, a correct list of houses built during the year 1904 and cost of same. If any have been overlooked we will publish same on receipt of information, if slight errors occur as to the values just call it “a newspaper lie” and let it go at that. Besides the buildings here enumerated there has been a great deal of building done in our trade territory which is almost as much a part of the town, for all practical purposes. as the houses built within the corporation.


Brick school building $12,000

Weeks brick, three stories 7,000

Cooper-Lampe brick, two stories 6,600

Texas & Pacific depot 3,000

Interurban brick depot 1,500

“The Arlington” furnished, built

by Mrs. Carrie Rogers 4,000

Arlington Lumber Co. brick office 4,300

Farmers Lumber Co. office and sheds 800

Electric light and power house 500

Carlisle Military Barracks 2,000

J. P. Jones wagon yard, houses

and sheds 300

Seed House at Oil mill 500

Negro Church 500


TOTAL $40,000


John Ditto $3,000

R. W. McKnight 3,300

W. B. Fitzhugh 2,500

J. N. Cooper 1,800


J. T. Trammel 1,400 D. C. Sibley $1,000

L. P. Boatwright 1,400 R. N. Jones 1,200

J. H. Miller 1,500 J. W. Burney 1,000

Geo. Gooden 1,200 W. M. Stanbury 700

Mrs. Duckett 1,400 W. M. Dugan 500

Walter Carter 1,300 M. S. Mickle 800

John Spears 1,200 W. P. Brewer 400

W. S. Putman 1,400 W. W. McNatt 800

W. R. Milton 1,000 Mrs. Hutcheson 400

L. L. Kennedy, 2 houses 900 Ed James 300

S. M. Falls 500 Dr. B. F. Brittain 200

Mrs. T. E. Wood 500 Mrs. S. R. Smith 200

Mrs. Coleman 800 Mrs. McVeigh 300

J. J. Watson 800 Will Pulley 200

J. W. Carter 600 Mrs. S. J. Hansen 300

W. C. Weeks, 2 houses 500 ======

V. A. Kennedy 400 $8,300

Rufus Putman 600

J. M. Grogan 800


J. R. Brewer 700 14 Business Houses and

J. H. Douglass 300 Public Buildings $40,000

D. R. Foust 200 64 New Residences 35,000

Riley Newman 200 15 Improvements and Additions 8,300

Jim Muse 200 =======

Bob Goens 200 $74,100

Mrs. Nancy Taylor 400

Clark 700

Patton 200

Mrs. Roxie Collins 300

R. W. McKnight 800

Henry Hood 800

J. A. Hamaker 400

Hil Carlisle 200

W. E. Crimm 400

C. Lindsay 800

C. F. Nelson 400

Robert McK???ey 400

Mrs. Ruth Berry 400

Jim Hennessee 200

Warren Devote 200

Jas. Chrisman 400

Henry Childs 300

W. A. Nichols 800

Mrs. Carrie Rogers, 13 houses 5,000


TOTAL $35,800
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