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G. Herb Palin - Our Favorite Sloganist - Part II

I have a fascination with census forms. While looking for G. Herb Palin, our advertising “sloganist extrodinaire” (see Part I) who penned “A Tribute to Mineral Wells,” I found myself caught up in the families I found on the sheets that were enumerated with his family, especially in the 1920 census in Los Angeles, California.
But before I get into that, I’ll tell you a little more about the times leading up to those later years of Mr. Palin’s life.
Reading about his childhood, it struck me that he had a happy home life and his parents were eager to make him happy. They loved his active imagination and his sharp wit, and his mother, Anna, especially loved the way he could make up rhymes so early. I could envision him entertaining family members and friends for hours on end!
His father, James Matthew, was very happy when Herb graduated as a civil engineer, but Herb kept his future plans for a life filled with his poetry in the back of his mind.
At some point after Herb graduated, he married …

He Was Accidentally Shot on the Banks of the Pacus River

"During the years 1865 until 1875 every man who drove on the famous Chisholm, Goodnight and Loving Trails was in danger of losing his cattle and having his 'hair lifted' besides. Nevertheless, they drove, some recklessly, others cautiously, and month by month the trails broadened and deepened.

All along the Goodnight and Loving Trail were graves, now in forgotten places and holding forgotten men. W. H. Boyd, veteran of the drive of 1867, recalls many fresh mounds, that 'had never been rained upon.' Astraddle of one near Fort Phantom Hill was a brand new cowboy's saddle, both shelter and marker for the owner who slept beneath.

Sometimes the trail hands erected stones and scratched inscriptions thereon, hardly literary but often unique. In 1854, the San Diego Herald bore witness to the death of a young man on the trail, perhaps a cowboy driving a herd to the gold fields, and the epitaph was copied in Texas:

Here lies the body of Jeems Hambrick who was accidentally…

"The Sloganist Extraordinary of the United States" Mr. G. Herb Palin and Josephine - Part I of III

A tale straight out of our imaginations, a time when little boys and girls dreamed of traveling around the world and living a life of glitz and glamour complete with glittering lights, beautiful gowns, and important people. Beginning with a young boy from the south, born in Savannah, not willing to give up his desire to be a poet, his vocation takes him across the United States and around the world. He rubs elbows with the elite of Los Angeles and Hollywood at a time when everyone flocked to see the faces behind the names of the movie industry, and several French and Italian proprietors of some of the most lavish restaurants in that era were his neighbors in the 1920s.
Cousins of mine from Longview, Bobby and Sue Moore, sent me a poem written about Mineral Wells. They thought I might like to share it with my readers. Many have probably read it in the pages of the Star News Centennial Edition 1857 - 1957 submitted by Bob Jessup at Rootsweb on I had never seen the poem, how…