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1923
Old Fashioned Home is Passing
Away With Building of Apartment
Houses and New Style Residences
By R. C. JEFFERSON
If there
is anything definitely indicating that Dallas has grown from
a large town to a modern American metropolis, it is the extensive
building of apartment houses and fashionable residences during
the last few years. The old fashioned homes are passing. A busy
city has no place for them.
Hundreds of dignified old houses,
formerly regarded as mansions, where Dallas families used to
gather around the firesides in the evening, have been ruthlessly
torn down. Others have been rented out as rooming houses. The
owners either have died or have moved with their children, into
more up-to-date residences in the newer districts of the city.
This is progress of a certain type,
but old timers say, that while we are rapidly moving on, we are
leaving something valuable behind. The passing from the old fashioned
to the new fashioned home is like growing from a boy to a man.
Instead of the thrills of being a member of the knothole club,
we enjoy a reserved seat in the grand stand.
Real Homes Disappearing.
There are certain advantages in
the change, but the melody of "Home, Sweet Home" is
losing some of its sweetness. In fact, it is seldom heard now
except in jazz time. There are still many real homes in Dallas,
but they are gradually disappearing. The change is more noticeable
to native Texans. The old fashioned home always has been the
nucleus of Texas life.
Not long ago, there was an old
residence demolished in South Dallas to make room for an apartment
house. Twenty years ago, it was a home, sacred to a large family.
Everybody came home in the evening. There were no picture shows
to keep them down town, and it wasn't much fun to drive around
at night in the carriage.
After supper -- not dinner -- the
older boys and girls gathered around the piano and sang or danced
in the old fashioned parlor. Father and mother occupied themselves
in the sitting room, while grandma sat by the fire and told stories
to the youngsters.
The servants consisted of a family
of old fashioned negroes who lived in a house in the back yard.
Company sometimes came and enlivened the evening. There was somewhat
of monotony in this kind of life, but to the children, this was
home, and the center of the universe.
Uniformed Jap Servants.
But, times have improved. The children
are scattered, but the oldest son still makes his home in Dallas.
The old house did not suit his wife, who was city raised. He
lives in a more fashionable part of the city. When the door bell
is rung in the evening, a Japanese servant, dressed in a white
uniform, answers the call. There is nobody home.
The boys and girls are motoring
around White Rock and will not return until after midnight. Father
and mother are downtown at a picture show. Grandma is attending
a meeting of the Moonlight Bridge club. The house is as fine
as money can make it, but it is hardly a home. It is, rather,
a residential hotel, serving as headquarters for the family.
To live in a home of this kind
is to enjoy the greatest privilege available as [a] result of
the progress of civilization and, of course, everybody wants
one, but somehow or other, such a home fails to have the magic
hold on the family that its old fashioned predecessor had. It
is so easily duplicated by the expenditure of a little money,
that small regret is felt on leaving it, but the soothing atmosphere
of the deserted old home cannot be replaced. The only way to
shake off the regret is to brand the whole story of the old fashioned
home as "hokum," and feed the motor a little more gas.
Old Home Demolished.
It was interesting to watch the
workmen tear down the old home. First, it was necessary to drag
out and sell to the secondhand dealer, the old fashioned furniture.
The soft and gaily-colored old sofa could not be sold at all.
It has been replaced by a more beautiful affair with double cushions,
and by the more modern contraption called the "day lounge."
A grotesque sofa-pillow "Sister" spent six months making,
was thrown away. Such things, these days, can be bought ready-made.
Tearing away the old fireplace
was dirty work. Soot still remained from the old wood and coal
fires, although the fireplace had long ago given way to a gas
reflector. One of the workmen tore his shirt on a nail driven
under the mantelpiece. It was one of six nails on which the youngsters
used to hang up their stockings on Christmas eve. They still
believed in Santa Claus in those days. He, also, has passed away
with the old fashioned home. Modern children have been relieved
of this deception.
It happened that this old home
still had a fence around the yard, although yard fences began
to disappear in Dallas many years ago. In the old days, Nero
used to bark through the palings at persons passing by, but he
was satisfied to stay in the yard. His place in the new home
has been taken by Flossy, a tiny white Spitz, who stays in the
sunparlor and barks out the window. She is kept inside. There
is no yard fence, and she would be killed by passing automobiles.
Relics Are Found.
But, Nero died long ago. The only
being disturbed in the wrecking was a brindle cat, one of the
descendants of the old brindle pussy that used to sit close to
the andirons on cold evenings, back in the nineties. Her place
has been taken by a beautiful Persian, already the winner of
three blue ribbons at cat shows. The old fashioned family dog
and family cat have gone with Santa Claus and the old fashioned
home.
When the walls were finally razed
and the floors from which the heavy vari-colored old carpets
were torn, had been removed, several interesting relics were
found. An old fashioned, slick headed, shiny-faced China doll
had been preserved under the house. She still had on a calico
dress made by "Little Sister." There are dolls in the
new home, but they are "so different." Some of them
are cute little kewpie vamps, with eyes little sister never would
have understood. Another one of her old dolls was found that,
when squeezed, used to make a squeaking noise that sounded like
"mama." The dolls in the new home look as if they would,
if you squeezed them, not say "mama," but "sweet
papa." The old fashioned Santa Claus took with him his old
fashioned dolls and toys. He used to bring the children lions
and elephants on wheels, but they now get for Christmas, shimmie-hounds
and King Tut pups.
Another relic unearthed was papa's
mustache cup, an extra large mug with a guard to keep his whiskers
and mustache out of the coffee. His son doesn't need it. He has
a mustache, but the kind he wears is short and to the point.
The modern mustache was one of the few good things America got
out of the war. His son wouldn't need the mustache cup in any
event, though, for he hardly ever eats at home.
Old Home Wrecked.
So, the old home was rapidly wrecked.
The apartment house that replaced it is occupied by eight families,
who call their rooms "home." The children, who must
play in the park, because there is no yard around the house,
speak of going home when they run upstairs to their apartment
suite.
There are many advantages in living
in an efficiency apartment that cannot be had in a home, especially
in this age, when woman has at least come to the point where
it is no reflection on the husband for her to get out and work
to help him support the family. Few modern children will be able
to speak with truth of the "pies that mother used to make."
They will reflect fondly on the "restaurant where we used
to eat."
But, after all, perhaps, there
is no one who would care to go back to the days of the old fashioned
home. It would mean loss of the automobile, the phonograph, electric
light, radio, electric iron, moving picture show, and many other
luxuries that have sprung up lately, not to mention denatured
grape juice, electric marcel wavers, buzz fans, player-pianos,
and the ukulele.
- August 12, 1923,
Dallas Daily Times Herald, Sec. III, p. 12, col. 1-2.
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1923
THOUSANDS SEE
WOMEN OF KLAN
IN BIG PARADE
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SHELBY COX AND DAN
HARS-
TON LEAD MARCHERS
AT GARLAND
Special To The Times Herald
Garland, Aug. 11. -- Jamming the
four sides of the public square with a stream of automobiles
two deep, and solid phalanxes of people on each sidewalk, a crowd
estimated at six thousand individuals witnessed the parade of
450 members of the Women of the Ku Klux klan in Garland Saturday
night. At least a third of the women marchers were unmasked,
while marching at the forefront beside the fiery cross came District
Attorney Shelby Cox and Sheriff Dan Harston. The crowd was entirely
orderly and inclined to be sympathetic to the demonstration.
Shortly after 8 o'clock, as darkness
was just descending on the city, there sounded a fanfare of trumpets
on the southwest side of the public square, and the first of
the marchers came into view. Immediately in the van guard, flew
an American flag, carried aloft by women flag-bearers, while
powerful searchlights played upon the waving folds of the colors.
Behind the flag, was carried the huge flaming cross, electrically
lighted, beside which, the two officers of the peace were walking.
Band in Van.
A fife and drum corps, composed
of about thirty pieces, preceded the band of 45 pieces, which
was next in line of march. After these elements, came the rank
and file of marchers, majority masked, who, dressed in snow white
from the tip of their shoes, to the top of their heads, passed
slowly by, two by two, clasping hands.
Fully, forty-five minutes were
required for the parade to pass one point, while the entire assemblage
passed completely around the square and took exit on the same
side from which they had entered.
Torch lights and flares played
over the silent marchers at points of vantage along the line.
Due to the solemnity of the procession, only scattered outbursts
of enthusiasm were heard from the big crowd of onlookers, although
as the first contingents swung into the square behind the band,
playing "Onward, Christian Soldiers," prolonged cheers
greeted them. Hand clapping was sporadic and sustained among
the huge audience.
After the parade of the Women of
the Ku Klux klan, the band proceeded to a cleared space in the
center of the town, where a number of old-time southern melodies
were played. A number of speakers addressed the crowds afterwards.
- August 12, 1923,
Dallas Daily Times Herald, Sec. IV, p. 7, col. 1.
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