Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 117, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 May 1910 — Page 1 Advertisements Column 2 [ADVERTISEMENT]

TONIGHT’S PROGRAM —♦ —- PICTURES. The Larkin Co’s. Factories in -Operation. A Trip to Niagara Falls. A lecture will be given on both pictures. SONG. Somebody Loves You Too.

We again have Frou Frou, that rich sugar wafer—Home Grocery. John Ulyat and wife were over from Brook today and made a call at the Republican office. Rolled oats is the American breakfast. National—the biggest package of the whitest oats on the market, 10c and 25c sizes—Home Grocery. ■- . * Mrs. Jucy B. Sayler and Dr. W. R. Miller, recently convicted of killing J. B. Sayler, of Watseka, 111., have been numbered as convicts 1865 and 1866 at the Joliet prison. Mrs. Sayler is sewing in the woman s ward and Miller is making brooms A bronze tablet appropriately inscribed was unveiled Thursday at Market and Lake streets, Chicago, the site of the old “wigwam” where Abraham Lincoln wa? nominated in 18GC. The memorial is a present from the Chicago chapter, D A. R. Fay Gore, a Southern Indiana railroad conductor, who has been lame for nineteen years, submitted to an operation at Terre Haute and lie will recover the use of his maimed foot. The surgeon removed a wire nail one and a half inches long, which Gore ran into his foot while a barefoot boy. Winfield Fox, former superintendent of schools at Orleans, testified that all the kissing done while he was “steady company” for Miss Eval Close was done by the young woman and that he resisted. When asked if it were not “rather a passive resistance,” he said he did not remember. Miss Close is suing for breach of promise. After many weary weeks of waiting, the people of this city will be pleased to know that the wheels in the Pratt Printing plant turned for the first time Saturday afternoon. Connections with the electric power plant were made about 4:00 o’clock and the presses were run long enough to test out current arid presses. Things will begin to move lively now from this time on. —Monticello Journal. ■