Jasper County Democrat, Volume 20, Number 60, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 October 1917 — JACKSON TOWNSHIP. NEWTON COUNTY [ARTICLE]

JACKSON TOWNSHIP. NEWTON COUNTY

Ernest Huntington will move to Oxford. Texas, about the first of November. In spite of our game laws, we observe that there are still a fe\ji wild ducks left. ! And, lastly, brother, don’t forget to send that Christmas present to the soldier boy. j Daniel Schanlaub is operating the sawmill formerly owned by Charles Campbell. j John Bissenden of Chicago visit- ; ed over Sunday with the family of ! Clarence Blankenbaker, , ! We are told that in some locali- | ties corn buskers are demanding 3 to 10 cents a bushel for husking, j Poor old agriculturist! I Young America, Shep and the John Rabbit family are again mix-

ing matters, with “Bub” and Shep doing most of the mixing. A Lake township boy is said to have cleaned up sl9 in about two hours the other day, catching skunks. And the fur season has just begun, too. A. D. Swain, carrier on one of the routes out of Morocco, and Miss Mayme Roadruck of that city were united in marrieg recently. Rev. Swanson of the Beaver Methodist church officiating. Mt. Ayr may well be proud of her new school house. The building certainly presents a fine appearance, and what is of even more importance, it bears the ear-marks of honest work throughout. We have observed that the man who howls the loudest about being deprived of the right of free speech, generally turns out to be just a plain traitor, a peace-at-any-price crank or something worse. Corn husking promises to be unusually late this fall. Not in years, farmers say, has corn been so slow in drying out, and it appears to be the general opinion that it will not be safe to store corn in large quantities before the middle of November. “Home-made sorghum molasses at U .25 per gallon.”—Advertisement. Nothing doing here. As a boy we ate home-made sorghum per gallon, per barrel, per hogshead and per every other way, but never again, war or no war, sink or swim, survive or what’s-his-name. Grain dealers are worried not a little over the condition of the present corn crop. Excessive moisture, with corn making slow progress in the way of drying out, will, it is feared, make the handling of corn a rather unsafe proposition, at least until well along in the winter. Farmers who have examined their corn assert, as a rule, that it is extremely difficult to find any considerable quantity fit for seed. This condition prevails, we are told, not only in the northern part of the county, but in localities where the frost was thought to have done little or no damage. Mrs. Jennie Conrad, owner of a 5,000-acre ranch in the northern j

part of this county, has Btarted a movement which the store-box philosopher may well view with alarm. Mrs. Conrad wants Uncle Sam to round up the U. S. loafer and compel him to perform manual labor, at least so long as the present war lasts. Talk about the refinement of cruelty. Huh? The American girl—God bless her—is going to help win the present war. A few months ago the American girl knew practically nothing about knitting, but what cared she for a little thing like that? If her country needed knitters she could learn to knit, and she did learn —learned over night, seemingly, and today she is turning out knitted articles for the soldier boys—sweaters, socks, pulse warmers, etc., with a dexterity that causes the surprised grandma to fervently exclaim, "Did you ever?’’