Jasper County Democrat, Volume 18, Number 70, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 December 1915 — Page 8
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ANEIGH BO RHOOD NEW S ITEMS
WHEATFIELD Ed By/rs is working for Harmon Clark. Miss Fern Dewey ate dinner with the Stembel family Thanksgiving, When hauling straw a few days ago Harmon Clark fell off the load striking on his back hurting him very severely. Trustee Keene is busy building his stone road south of Wheat field. Albert is getting to be a regular road builder. The report that the war in Europe would affect the visit of Santa Claus to this country this year is proven to be untrue by the Xmas appearance of the Fendig drugstore. Hominy Johnson departed for Illinois last Monday to husk corn. Hominy is an alright boy and we are sorry to see him go. Ilis good humor and happy disposition was like sunshine. Success, boy, write soon. The supper given Thanksgiving eve-, ning by the ladies of the Cathodic church and the one given by the Methodist ladies l> Saturday evening were both well attended. All present had an enjoyable time. Mrs. Van Duzer, wife of Justice of the peace Van Duzer, departed this life last Sunday evening after a few days of serious illness. Mrs. Van Duezr was widely known and her large circle of friends will miss her. We wish to extend to Mr. Van Duger the sympathy of a host of friends. When we get our eiectric lights installed, watch us go up the ladder of development. The path of the just is as a shining light leading on to the perfect day. By breaking the chains of darkness we will drive out the hoot owls of despair. Nightingales will sing in our midts. Eden will be restored. 'Messrs. Lon and John Misch and Charles Hewett took a flying trip to Burrows' camp and other points of interest last Saturday evening in Lon’s fast running Ford. While they were doing the speed act, Charlie wanted to go to Europe and fight a couple of hours bur Lon talked him out of the notion.
FOUR CORNERS. llermie Langdon and Ainer Minor were in North Judson on business Tuesday. * The storm Sunday night put an end to the shredding and gave the boys a chance to chase the rabbit. Walter Powell made a trip to Valparaiso Saturday, returning home through the snow storm Sunday night. Mrs. VoiiDoozer, an old lady of Wheatfield, died Sunday night, Funeral Wednesday at 2: SO p. m., atthe M. E. church in Wheatfield. Reports continue to come in as to the shortage of the corn crop, ana it would be advisable, we believe, to sort the corn arid wait for a raise in the market. ■O.-Pi. Kennedy and Clarence Gulbransen visited with Harry Gulbransen Sunday, and no doubt talked over the golden prospects of a dairy life in Wisconsin; Some one last week got the wires crossed and did the Wheatfield correspondent the injustice of crediting him with a bunch of errors and bad punctuation. We thought it best to make a statement to show our sympathy for him. December 3, Friday night, will he the third number of the lyeeum course. Xpw, don't get too busy with dog and gun and forget, for perhaps the balance of the family will want a little vacation. So take them to the entertainment. Lee Glazebrook, since' moving to Kankakee tp., has contracted a se-
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yere cold . ml since the, lire has nothing- to car the phlegm. Had he been at the scene of the late lire and took advantage of Burrows' misfortune, as some is reported as doing, he might have been fully supplied, Saturday at 2 P. m,, the old Van Fatten School house will be sold to the highest bidder. This will remove one of the oldest landmarks in this section of Jasper county. Socially, educationally and politically it has been one of the most important school buildings in the county. Long may its associations remain with those interested.
POSSUM RUN. Mr. and Mrs. G, H. Comer were Rensselaer goers Monday. The box social at Gifford Saturday evening was well attended. John Price and Albert Hurley were Rensselaer callers Monday. Miss Lee Flora spent Thursday with Iter sister at Clyde Davisson’s. The entertainment at Mt. Preasaht school house y.as well attended. Essie and Wayne Comer called on the Obenchain children Sunday afternoon. Mr. and Mrs. William Braddock spent Tuesday with Mr. and Mrs. John Price. Mrs. Ike Marlatt and son spent a few days last week with relatives in Rensselaer. Orpha and Myrtle Parker took dinner with Mrs. Albert Hurley of Laura Tuesday. Mr. and Mrs. G. H. Comer and son spent the atternoon with George hell and wife Sunday. Mr. and Mrs, Albert Hurley and family spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. Zeb Swairii and family. Mr, and Mrs. Thomas returned home Thursday after three weeks visit with relatives in Boone county. Lewis Davisson, Marie and Gertrude Barkley spent Sunday afternoon with Mr. and Mrs. Clyde Davis-, son.
Writ, -Obenchain, who moved up by the river till after hay harvesting, has moved hack to their old home. Mr. and Mrs. s. 1,. Johnson and family spent Saturday night and Sunday with Everett, Orpha and Myrtle Barker/ Mr. Frank Antrim arid children, Nile Britt and Essie Comer spent Thanksgiving with the Barker young folks.
SOUT H MAR ION.
Angela K'olhoff is sewing for Mrs, Tony Keiper this week. Dainty Ri silling attended the sale at John Sommers Monday. Florence Jacks is Visiting her sist>T Mrs. Arnold Luers, this week. . Frank Bollard, who lias been very sick, is able to shuck a little corn again, y ■ . Doris Luers has the chicken-pox. Edward and Eva Borntrager have it also. Miss Laura Blinker, who is teaching the James school, went home to spend Thanksgiving. Mrs; J, b. Thompson, who has been, visiting relatives at Greeneastle. returned home Sunday; Bert Spaul was the first man to finish husking corn in these parts. He finished up Saturday forenoon. -Mr. and .Mrs. Joe Borntrager and Air. and Mrs. Joe Cain attended the play at St. Joseph college Wednesday night.
I Jlullis, who is Shucking-, corn ! tor Tom Cain, went home to take his best girl to a party Wednesday evening. • W. E. Jacks and family and Mr. [ and Mrs. Arnold Luers went to the oyster supper at Lawnsdale Thursi day night. Our Sunday school has a large attendance and the Sunday’s we have preaching there is hardly standing room in the school house. Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Luers gave a big dinner to their many friends and relatives Sunday. A good time was enjoyed by all present. Alfred Tressmer, the Watkins man, was in our midst with a large line of the Watkins goods Monday. iHe en3oys a fine trade in this section. Mrs. J. U. Iliff, who has been out in Nebraska taking care of her daughter, Miss Edna, who has been
dangerously ill, returned home Friday.
LETTERS FROM OUR READERS
Lg L. Met ’Detain Writes of H unting Trip. Parr, Ind., Xov. 29, 1915. Before l begin the story of our hunting trip I most first say a few words in praise of our friend/ and guide.. Owen Hurley, formerly of this county, at whose place we made our headquarters and was always made to feel as welcome as if we wer e seated at our own fireside; 1 believe I can safely say that there is not an Indian in northern Minnesota who knows the woods and lakes any better than Owen, and I am sure that Emmet Pullins will bear me out in the statement that he can show you as much of it in one day as you care to look at. Our camp was about seven miles out from the nearest settlement, where once there had been a large logging camp. The country around us was dotted with lakes, marsh and tamarack swamps in the low lands, and with jack pines and brush of different kinds in the higher lands. These lakes are mostly fresh water lakes and are filled with fish, such as pike, bass, pickerel, perch arid suckers. The pickerel are very numerous and are looked upon with about as much contempt as are the carp and, the so-called dog-fish in j this state. Many fish houses were I on the lakes when we left, and every-' one 1 visted seemed to be getting their share of line pickerel. Per-• haps [ had better explain this way of fishing for fear some of my read-j ers may not understand how this is • done. • -; | A small house is built, the largest 1 of which is about 7x5 feet, perfectly | tight, so as to keep out all sunlight, I a hole is left in the floor about two j feet square. A hole of about the] same, size is then chopped through 1 the ice and the house is carefully fitted over if. The fisherman then comfortably seats himself inside, where he usually has a stove, and begins coaxing up the fish with a • decoy minnow attached to a string! in*one hand and a spear in the other, j and, believe me, they are tine looking specimens to one not accustomed ! to such sport. Partridges are also plentiful and make great sport for the hunters. I managed to keep the table well supplied most of the time, as I was the only fellow in camp who carried a shotgun, although Emmet and his son, Albert, who are both crack shots with a rifle, would pick one’s head off occasionally, just to see if their guns were in good trim for a buck. Deer were there in plenty, but always on the opposite side of the hill from me. However, it was not always the case with Emmet and Hurley, for they brought down a fine young doe at two hundred yards, hitting it three but of four shots. We saw plenty of bear signs, also plenty of wolf and lynx tracks in the tamarack swamps, and the boys had great hopes of my bringing one. of these animals into camp alive, which they felt sure I would do if I happened to run on to one. We were a little late for duck shooting, but the empty shells gave evidence of Some great sport in that line —The Gamp Cook, L. I. MeCURTAIN.
THE"BLACK HOWLER.”
Queer South American Monkey That Roars Like a Lion. While there is little likelihood of any species (of fauna) living within the jungle becoming extinct, it would require hut little effort to make the Gatun lake region a wonderful outdoor zoological garden that would prove almost as interesting to visitors as the game refuges along the government railroad in British East Africa. While breakfasting 011 the houseboat a strange, uncouth sound came from the hills to the west, rising rind falling in a torrent of guttural notes. It was the first greeting of the “black howler,” the largest of the South American monkeys, whose uproarious conduct, .whether in tribal conversation, in protestation against man or the weather, was a source of astonishment thereafter. My friend Fuertes, the bird artist and naturafist, whose mimicry of bird notes is quite equal to the fidelity of his brush, declares that the noise of the “howler” is by far the most striking sound in the American tropics, being “a deep, throaty, bass roar, with something of the quality of grunting pigs or of the barking bellow of a bull alligator or an ostrich. The noise was as loud as the full throated roariug of lions, and its marvelous carrying power was frequently attested when we heard it from the far side of some great Andean valley. It is u popular belief on the isthmus that the “black howler” is an infallible weather prophet, aud especially so in predicting a shower. So far as we could discover, it was only when the clouds blackened overhead and the first preliminary drops began to fall that this prognosticator considered it safe to commit himself In the forecast—George Shiras 3d In National Geographic Magazine.
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THE MYTHICAL MANUSCRIPT
Tale of Love, Deception and Literature.
I began my literary career’as an author and soon after became an editor. When a friend once asked me the difference between the two 1 replied, “The author is the person who sends things in, and the editor ts'the person who sends them back.” After finding that I could not make a living by scribbling 1 secured a position at a small salary to "pass" on what other people wrote. I supposed that my appointment qame on account of my literary taste, but my employer told me that I was wanted to get rid of persons whose manuscripts the concern didn't want without offending them, lie had noticed that I had a pleasant, plausible way with me aud had engaged me on that account. I was in this view of the case very successful. One morning a young girl called with a story, and I went into the anteroom to see her. We never admitted callers
into the sanctum, not that we were very busy, but because it was more impressive to make them think we were. We wished them to fancy dozens of intellectual looking readers poring over manuscripts limiting for something worthy of our magazine. I advanced with my usual smile to meet a girl whose smile was anything but usual. It wns unusually sweet She ha nd ed in e the man user Ip t of a stor y. apologized for its not being typewritten on the ground that inspiration did not come mingled with mechanical means, and she never worked with a typewriter. In my own heart—my author heart, not my editorial heart-1 felt the truth of her words. I was interested in her pretty face and thought it possible I might find a gem in her story. She secured my promise that 1 would read it myself, and 1 told her I would take it home for the purpose. A month i>assed. I had not only abandoned authorship, hut had directed my mother to clear my closet of my old “unavailable” manuscripts and burn them. One morning the girl with the pleasant smile called, and before going out to see her it suddenly occurred to me that 1 had taken her story home, and it was now doubtless a part of the oblivion of my own works. I gathered my wits and, putting on my smile —I made a special effort —rushed up to her with outstretched hands.
“I have, -been delighted with your story,” 1 said, “but have missed the last page, which you must have omitted to put In. Besides, some parts are almost illegible. Have you another copy?” 1 asked the question with a quaking heart and was paralyzed when she replied that she had given me tbe only copy in existence. Then she began to talk to me about the plot and the characters. Did .1 like Douglas Chichester, the hero? Was the climax properly handled? How about tbe love passages? She kept up a fire of questions, and I, having admitted that I had read her story, must needs give opinions on a work that I had never seen. While I was doing so I was trying to form some plan bv which to extricate myself from the perilous position. My very bread and butter was in ber keeping. I determined that I must win her kindliest feelings, and when confident that she thought too much of me to inform my employer of the injury 1 had doue her I would confess all. In order to see her more familiarly than was possible at the office, I asked her to come to my house hi a few days and I would tell her of some changes that I thought would add to the beauty of her otherwise beautiful story. She kept the appointment, and I, having instructed my mother after a short stay with us for propriety’s sake to leave us alone, had a whole evening with the girl to myself. I made numerous blunders in discussing situations and characters I knew nothing about, but congratulated myself that my masterly retreats from the entangling positions 1 fell into Were successful, a when she went away I told her there were chapters 1 must read over before making final recommendations. She thanked me again and again for my "kindness” and departed to come again that day week. I had how got enough knowledge of her plan and familiarity with her characters to talk about them" with tolerable accuracy. I observed a downcast look about her when her eyes met mine that encouraged me. I was hopeful that when the denouement to my own little story came she would suffer the wrong I had done her without at least reporting the matter at the office. Well, after basking in the sunshine of each other's smiles for some months, I, all the while keeping up my wily deception, made a discovery—that she was a dear, amiable creature, not very smart, but just the girl I would like to make a pet of for life. I determined to handle the love part—the “heart interest” is the professional term —of my story first, and if I was accepted the “complication” would work itself out in a delightful climax. My proposal was accepted, but mv confession seemed to pierce the poor girl to the heart. She assured me that she could forgive such an injury only to an accepted lover. The day of our wedding, when w*. were speeding along on a train, she startled me with a confession. She had seen me before I had ever seen her ana had determined to win me. The pasteboard box which was supposed to contain a story had been filled with waste paper. All it was Intended for was £... excuse to make my acquaintance.
YOUR appreciation of style—our service—and Stetson Hats have made this hat store one of the institutions of the town. It’s a source of keen satisfaction to us to look around at our stock and think over the customers who come to us season after season for their hats. It is not given to everybody to sound the world-note in style. Have you seen the Stetson Soft Hats, Stiff Hats and Self-conforming Derbies for Fall ? THE QUALITY SHOP C. EARL DUVALL Rensselaer, : : : : Indians
Traveling That Way They Find Very Good for Their lUtsiness. The commercial traveler has always been the pioneer of civilization, He sets the pace for the rest of the world, and always discovers the practical use for the new thing. It is highly interesting to see that the drummers are discarding the train as a means of travel, and are making their trips in automobiles. In Spencer, Ind., a dozen drummers, who have country tastes, have built their homes. They represent wholesale 'houses in Indianapolis, St. Louis, Cincinnati and other cities. More than half of them own and travel in their own machines. "1 can make twice as many towns in a week by traveling in my car as I could by taking the trains,” one shoe salesman tells us. “I load my samples right in tire car and drive to the merchant’s door. If he has no place there for the display of goods we drive to the sample room. As soon as I clean up the town I crank up and start for the next point. There is no waiting for trains, no checking and weighing of baggage, no quarreling with draymen. It’s fine business.” This growing custom will stimulate the automobile trade, but it probably doesn’t please the poor railroads.—Farm Life.
PUBLIC SALE As I have sold ray farm and am going to quit farming, I will sell at auction at my farm known as the Jas. Calligan farm, 3 miles west and 2 3-4 miles north of Remington, 4% miles east and 2 3-4 miles north of Good land, commencing at 11 o'clock a. m., on Friday, December 3,1915 HORSES Full blooded gray Norman mare, 8 years old, wt. 1 500, sound; bay mare 4 years old, wt. 1400, sound; gray mare 10 years old, wt. 1300, in foal; yearling colt, an extra good Norman; suckling colt, is a good gray Norman. ~ cattle: An extra good Black Poll milch cow; extra good Holstein milch cow; 2 good spring heifer calves; 1 good spring steer calf; 1 3-year old heifer, calf by side; 1 full blood yearling Ayre•sliire bull. HOGS ' 4 full blood O. I. C. brood sows, bred; full blood O. I. C. male hog, with papers; young full blood O. I. C. male hog; 7 shotes, weighing about 100 pounds. G-ft. Deering binder, 5-ft. new McCormick mower; 7-ft. Osborn disc, JaneswTle riding cultivator, corn planter, low’-down force feed seeder, wide tire wagon, carriage, buggy, rubber tire huggy almost new, hay rack, double work harness, buggy harness, small tools, stand of bees, horse clipper, sewing machine, 5 tons of timothy hay and many other articles too numerous to mention. TERMS Ob' 1 SALK—A credit of 12 months will be given, purchaser giving note with approved security with 8 per cent interest from date, if not paid when due and no interest if paid when due; on all sums over $lO a discount of 5 per cent allowed for cash where entitled to credit. Jacob Easterday, Owner W. H. Kenyon and H. T. Cain, Auctioneers. George Chappell, Clerk. Hot lunch by George Hascall.
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M. V. BROWN Building Contractor Have just returned to Kensselaer to live. Am open tor building contracts of any kind or size, or work by the day. Fine interior finis’ stairways and liard-wood floors ray specialty. MY MOTTO: I Try To Please PHONE No. 445.