People's Pilot, Volume 2, Number 35, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 February 1893 — FAIR OAKS. [ARTICLE]

FAIR OAKS.

Wm. Clemmons sold his fine race mare to one of the Wisemans. D. B. Nowels thinks some one is mistaken in regard to his school and especially the scholars. Wonder what’s the matter with Fair Oaks, some of the boys’ faces are scratched. Alf Reed is putting on horse shoes as fast as possible. Richard Stowers run the delivery wagon last week. . He had the only team in town that was rough shod. Mr. James Clifton has returned to Fair Oaks. Mrs. King sent in her petition for the post office. Mr. Frank Swaim has returned from Chicago, bringing the measles with him. Mr. Alf Reed is an applicant for the post office at Fair Oaks. Mr. Peter Call traded a horse to Charley VanArsdell for an old watch. Mr. William Burns received fourteen dollars for his two wolf scalps. Mrs. Matilda Hodge is improving in health and her friends anticipate a speedy recovery. Mr. Chas. Gundy has been suffering with lagrippe. Mr. Wm. Russel, the carpenter, has a contract to build a fine house for a Chicago man.

There is a demand .or rubber j boots in Fair Oaks. Mr. George Stowers is now a citizen of Fair Oaks. We were i happy to meet his smiling counj tenance. j James Cox’s residence is eomj pletelv surrounded with water. I it being up even with the doors. He has moved in with his father until it freezes again. Jacob Hurley’s premises are also covered with water. He has donned long legged boots and turned his stock out on the commons. Fair Oaks is bound to be business for a long time to come.. We noticed twenty or twenty-five stout, able-bodied men skating on the race track and offered them $1 per day to chop wood for us. They looked at at each other for a while and replied, “We haven’t the time to spare.” We continued our journey up the steep hill in front us Mallets and finally landed in the post office, where another outfit were talking dogs. We waited patiently to get an opportunity to ask who /vanted a jot) of chopping wood, tt never came. When we left they were talking about old gray horses. One in the crowd exclaimed, “confound akicky mule-.” We ventured over to Russel's grocery store where Professor Russel was delivering a lecture on pugilistic fighting to an audience of two men. Mr. Brock us and Mr. Brooks. We left there and on our way home oame to the conclusion that we wasn't in it. v One day last week one of our citizens concluded to make a flying trip to Rensselaer and going to the depot he paid for the round trip, and not knowing what the ticket was for started to tear it up, hut a bystander told him it was to keep. He seemed puzzled and said he thought, it was only a receipt for the money. He boarded the train and was looking out of the window when the conductor approached. “Fare,”said the conductor. “No, sir, I’m going to Rensselaer; the World’s Fair is in Chicago/ T want your ticket, ’ felled the conductor. “You can'Kjiavb it, sir; I was told when I left Fair Oaks to keep my ticket. Do you suppose that I’m fool enough to give you my ticket and then walk to Rensselaer, after paying my money for it. I’ve paid my way and I’ll keep my ticket.” "It makes no difference ivnere you are going or what you are going to do, I must see your ticket or put you off the train,” remarked the conductor. The ticket was produced and the conductor tore off the Rensselaer portion and passed on. The rest of the way the passengers were entertained by the indignant citizen who had been swindled by a railroad corporation. Cyclone.