Crawfordsville Review, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 3 December 1898 — Page 4
The Review.
By the Review Co.
DECEMBER 3,1898.
HOG HEAVEN.
One of the big Indiana has left the John Breaks(arm. Boye, what ar«* you going to get your Aunt Polly (or Chriatmae?
Miss Ella Goliday spent Sunday with George Duncan and family. Mrs. Maria Elliot, John Breaks, and Charley Elmore are seriously ill.
Mrs. O. P. Dornmorette has beeD spenuin? several days in the city. Totn Breaks spent Thanksgiving day hunting rabbits on his farm, west of here.
Elmer Miller is inakinggood headway on Yankee Robinson's new hou&e, near Wesley.
A Christmas tree will be one of the entertaining features at Mt. Zipn church on Christmas Eve.
I have it from a reliable source that W. J. Snyder will be engineer on the new battle ship, "Kentucky."
Miss Lou Morris will give a sumptuous supper to night to her female friendsI am one of the invited gueets.
Those boys who are in the habit of hunting and shooting around here on Sundays will be given a dose of the law before long.
Misses Sallie Barlow, of Wide Awake, and Mary Moore, of Prairie Edge, lingered in this locality on Monday. They are charming girls.
All the Douglasses in this neck ot the woods got together on Thursday of last week, and went hunting. They succeeded in killing sixty-five rabbits Walker Boraker, with his little 22-rifle, was captain of the party, and shot nine "raybucks" himself.
An opossum roast wasgiven by SaDdy on Thanksgiving day, in honor of Miss Verna Viers. Verna did not relish this darkey dish very much, but ber father did. He declared if there was anything he liked better than 'possum, it was more 'possum.
Vince Miller's moustache, which reaembled the fuzz on a green peach, was frozen, one night laBt week, while he was skylarking. He thinks the roota are killed, being so young and tender. 1 advised him to shave his moustache off, but he said he was afraid his girl would turn him down if he did.
Accept my thanks, you scribe at the Crossing, for vour kind invitation. I ^ehall come up there, so help me girger.
I should be pleased 1o meet some of your boys, but not with any matrimonial inclinations. La me, 1 wouldn't have one ot your bachelors—too slow for me. Generally speaking, thoye horrid things in pants are domireering and tyranical. I thiuk the fellow hit the nail on the head who said: "Husbands are like lot6 in a lottery, you may dr forty blanks before you find one that has anyprize in him."
The holidays are nearly here, and wo are all anticipating an «njoyuMe time. Ve will soon be goms: to town to admire the gorgeous show windows, and make our little plans and surprises for the loved ones at home and elsewhere. We are looking forward to hours of true pleasure which these wintery months hold in their gracious store. To-night the air is clear and cold, the wind is sighing through the leafless trees, and darknr
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rests upon the sleeping earth.
As 1 sit near my window gazing out upon the blinking stars, I suddenly fall into a reverie. I see the land wraped in a mantle of snow, in fancy I hear the merry jingle of sleigh bells, and tho question arises—who will be the first lucky lad to take me sleigh riding?
The season of protracted meetings is here. I am glad to note that the old
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OW are the children this summer? Are they doing well? Do they
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noisy excitements have almost disappeared from revival meetings, and a more thoughtful type of Christianity inducted. Theee physical convulsions have died away from almost all denominations except that band ot boisterous bigots, the Salvation Army. A religion quickly gotten is most easily lost. Religion should come with study and reflection, and not with fear, frenzy and war-whoops, which smacksof paganism. Season your religion with common 3ense, don't refuse to split kindling wood on Sunday and cheat your neighbor on Monday. Boys, don't get up and denounce gambling and then go off to tome secluded sugar camp next summer, and play poker. Practice what you preach and preach what you practice. Don't forget the poor and unfortunate charity, like the Wide Awake man's hat, covereth a multitude of eins.
Don't forget your minister, and remem ber he cannot afford to preach for his health these hard times.
POLLY PAOF.R.
BLACK CREEK.
Mrs. Luther Maxwell is very sick as is also Aunt Mary Wolover. A small child of Luther Maxwell was buried at Mt. Zion on Monday, ji
Our school teacher at the valley uses the gad. Those bad boys need it. That is right. "My stars alive," said Tom Wollover, "I wouldn't give two dollars for those Philippines."
Mrs. Henry \ustin, who has passed through a long seige of s'ckness, is very much improved in health.
Walter Thomas blew the powder out of forty-two shells, Thanksgiving day, and only got two cotton tails.
Carl Duncan, late of Company M, returned home from Lafayette Monday, feeling good and glad to get home.
Polly told us yesterday that she, Mary Moore and that Barlow girl would give a euchre party soon, to which we would be invited. Good for the girls.
We have been asked a dozen times who that Barlow girl is. She is the daughter ot Sam Barlow, who makes the jack knife with one and two blades,
John Couger forgit that our WBgon was an old-fashioned linch pin outfit and came over to borrow a wheel Monday, "but it wouldn't fit my fine thimble skein," said John.
We are glad to note the fact that Union township never had a better chairman than Grant Agnew. This is the out-spoken opinion here, and we heartily endorse this gentleman for our n^xt county chairman. It is our duty to help our young hard working worker^ of our party. Let us reward him by giving him the above place.
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Some scoundrel from town, who is too lazy too work and to dirty to be honest, has been lately stealing through the woods in thebe parts, shooting mv neighbor's chickens that wander a little way from home. Say, young man, we know yon. If we do not miss our guess you will get a ball and chain on your leg, and sentenced to the stink factory at hard labor if you don't mend your way. Please heed our advise in time.
BLACK CRKEK SCHOOL IN
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A few days ago, while passing the old Black Creek School house in company with John 13. Swank, of the city, we halted for a moment to look over the playing ground of our youth. Here we spent the happy days of childhood, the joys of our youth that is with us onci but never returns. It was in 1300, and Rhoda Utterback, the teacher, has long ago joined the angles. It was with a feeling of pride and reverence that we called to memory this beloved and sainted teacher of long, loug ago, one who kindly chided us, one who was interested in our future as well as pros" ent, who watched us reach matured years. The writer still remembers how hard he grappled with that old elementary spelling book, and how he completely stalled that winter morn at the word, erysipelas, how we were turned down and Barbara Jane Beal went to the head of the class. She was the prettiest cirl in school. Everybody knew that, and how they poked fun at me. -Oh yes," said Swank, "do you re member the four red-headed girls that helped us play shinny over there, and the only rod-headed boy was you there were no white horses in those days.' "Say," said Swank, "where are the redheaded school girls now-a-days? Haven't got 'em.1' Strange as it is, those girls are living to-day, but one has gone. Her golden locks long ago have been laid in the grave. We still remember that November morjing when Rhoda told the school that Abraham Lincoln was elected, but she said Douglas was a great statesman. John was pleased but I alass, was not. Mary Dochterman, now the wife of William Munns. was on my side, eo was the prettiest girl in school, Barbara. I soon got over my defeat. "There was Aunt liachel Potts," said John, "how she used to send the good crulls, bellliower and toppiehocking apples down there to us. God bless her, she has gone and there was good old Uncle Jonathan Beal, haw he would take down his gun and go with us through the woods over past the old Black Horse tavern thosa cold winter
mornings.
the poor red-headed boy had to Btand the punishment, but be bad his coat on, and the writer alway thought he had lied to Rhoda. "Well," said John, looking dowu the hill to tli« spring, "there are prsci
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the samcold spiin/ for 33 years has come and goue." The writer can recall that frosty morning when Rhoda sewed the buttons on the orphan boy'a coat, '•just ti keep the warm in so her little red-headed boy wont fre-ze," she said. I thought our teacher mean and cross, but later on I learned the noblenJss of this woniHn. Rhoda married Forg McIntire, and now her daughter is teaching at the sam* place, and a good teacher, too. How proud she must be to know her beloved mother taught there years before. John and I left the'plaoe dear to us, and theee lines, learned from the last page in Ihe old "McGuffey
Fifth Reader," at this school, came to our mind: •O, spirit, freed from bondage,
Rejoice, they work is done The weary world is 'neath thy feet, Thou brighter than the sun. Awake and breathe the living air
Of our celestial clime. Awake to love which knows no change, Thou who hast done with time. Awake, ascend, thou art not now
With those of mortal birth: The living God hath touched thy Hps, Thou who hast (.lone with earth."
SAXDY.
Willis Galley won four medals in the last two years. Christmas pictures per dozen, prize ctures.
SMILE PROMPTERS.
The Bnrlal of Sir Turkey Gobbler. Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the ramparts we hurried Not a waiter discharged a farewell shot
O'er the grave where the turkey was buried.
No useless coffin inclosed his breast Nor in sheet nor In shroud they wound him, But he lay like a hero taking his rest.
With the oysters all around him.
Simple and short was the grace they said, And they spoke not a word of sorrow. They steadfastly gazed on the dishful of dead
And painfully thought of tomorrow.
Little they'll talk of the turkey that's gone And o'er his cold hashes upbraid him. But little he'll reck If they let him sleep on
In the grave where the eaters have laid him.
Slowly and sadly they put him down. From the field on the farm fresh and gory. They carved not a line, but they did carve a bone
And left him in gravy and glory. —Detroit Free Press.
Hope She'll Succeed.
But he that sits before the log In these newfangled, prosy days Can only picture to himself
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"Yes," she admitted, "I am going marry a hero of the war." "Are you sure you are not letting your sentiment run away with your judgment?" they asked. "There is no sentiment about It. He will be so handy to have around the house to tell me stories that will make my hair ourl."
Woman is far more practical than In the days of chivalry, yet she still has a penchant for personal adornment.—Cincinnati Enqiuiror.
A Cheerletm Habitation. Downtown—Dining at the olub pretty regularly now, I see?
Upton—Yes the girl has gone off and there is no one at home to do any cooking. "I thought there were half a dozen women at your house."
Thrro are. but they aro all relatives." —New York Weekly.
Picture* In the Flanica.
In ancient days, when men ^.nd maids Sat in the cozy ingle nooks. They dreamed romantic dreams, or so, .At least, we read in story books
Alas, the stout old hickory logs From which the sparks, all crackling, flew Have gtven place to gas jets, and
The old romance is banished too!
No more the nodding lover sits And sees within the leaping flames Imaginary castles or
Bold knights or stately dames.
The bills It takes to feed the blaze. —Chicago News.
Grent Dincretlou.
Younger Sister—Why did you toll Mr Callagain how old I am? Elder Sister—You're too young for that to make any difference. Now, it would be different If you woro to tell him my ago Well I didn't. I only told him you were ten years older than 1 am.—New York Truth.
Omaha lias demonstrated that with a good Midway an exposition can be carried on successfully without the aid of a belligerent board of lady managers —Kansa» City Journal.
It is largely owinf? doubtless to tho exertions of the, Knijihts of Ak Siir-liuii, otherwise Ncb-Rns-Ka, that the days of tho Omaha exposition
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would have been imu-h better to have made the Midway tougher rind firoservi-d of tho management. Kansaf
tho pin it City htar.
POLITICAL QUIPS.
Do not think of politics all the tiino. Iry diversification of thoughts. Dallas News.
He laughs best who laughs last, and in politics that truism applies to cheers.—Betroit Journal.
Figures may not lie, but just bofors election they often toll a different story from that of tho ballot returns. Sioux City Journal. "kike tho bicycle lider," said tho corn fed philosopher, "the politician has to keep going to have any standing." Indianapolis Journal.
TICK OF APPOINTMENT.
N" Juitatn of John O'llerron, iloeeawil. Notico IH heroby given tliat the undersigned lias been appointed and duly qualified as Ad.
This man was the happy father Of eight "j'nlstrator of the estate of John O'llerron, late daughters. Somebody shut a pole cat I SLtrt dc!ai011up in the school house one night, and Dated Nov.
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