"The LaFayette Sun" - July 1, 1914:

A Day Up In the Sand Ridges of Chambers.

It was a pleasure of the associate editor of The Sun, in company with Uncle Sam's efficient postmaster at LaFayette, Mr. Frank Frazer, to spent the day with one of our friends in the country last Friday. In the car of Luther Lindsey, driven by the expert automobilist, we hit the highway up into the sand hills and alighted at the home of Warner Slaughter, one of Chamber's best farmers. It is here on the sand ridges where many men would fail as farmers that Warner has applied commonsense, pluck, energy, brains, perspiration and he makes those ridges bring forth abundantly. Now, Warner is not one of those big planters, with big plans and little results, as often is the case, but he cultivates a 60 acre farm and from 21 acres in cotton he gets a bale to the acre, besides a fine crop of corn, peas, oats, hogs, chickens, cows, calves and some fruit. He lives at home, sells something from the farm and is enjoying life. His family, consisting of Mrs. Slaughter, who is from the family of Shavers, three sweet daughters and one bright boy make the home life of this place one of happiness. The children are natural born musicians and Warner is going to do a good part of them, for he says they must have an education. The few hours there were spent most delightfully in social converse, looking over the farm and viewing fine prospects for corn and cotton. The dinner hour was enjoyed, and this editor got uneasy about the Postmaster and Luther, for while this editor and Warner were eating and talking, the above mentioned friends were "sawing wood and saying nothing" and believe me they laid in for a hungry day hereafter. It was good to be there and partake of the generous hospitality and social fellowship. In this community are to be found the Slaughters, Shavers, Abernathys, Lindseys, Callahans and many other excellent families, who are helping Warner to make those ridges chuckle in the planting time and laugh with the harvest time. It makes life worth living to mingle thus with our friends, and we are going again even if we don't get another invitation, but Warner said, on our leaving, "come up when watermelons are ripe," and you bet we will be there.
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