People's Pilot, Volume 6, Number 30, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 January 1897 — A Double Marker. [ARTICLE]

A Double Marker.

Besides Canton there is one other spot of national immensity in the Buckeye commonwealth. That spot is Sardinia. The place may have received its name from the density of its population or from their enlightenment upon political issues, and the overflow of both seems to have run down the hill and created another town, sometimes spoken of by travelers, called Cincinnati. In Sardinia there is a sardine publishing a paper called the Sardinian, and in a late issue is found an article which will at once explain the mystery of there being two centers of gravity of rival importance in so common a state as Ohio.

Ask any well informed person where Cincinnati is, and he will probably hesitate a little, and then, as the light of remembrance comes into his eyes, reply, "Cincinnati, oh, yes, that’s the town down in south west Ohio, near Sardinia, where Henry Vincent’s been ‘sawingwood’ and waiting since the election.” Well, Henry is going to come up to Jasper county, while he waits, and saw a little wood for the Pilot, and you may be sure that his visit will be mighty welcome. He is expected in a few days, and the following are the compliments spoken of as being dished up to him and his most esteemable wife b*y the Sardinian: A NEW YEARS BIRTHDAY-SUR-PRISE. Ever since Henry Vincent moved to town his friends in the outlying suburbs have been in frequent quiet conferences about "something, we won’t tell, you know,” Henry thinking all the while they was "just a talkin’ wimmen folks fashion” as it were. But yesterday he suddenly changed his mind. It seems one of the crowd told him she was “coming down New Years,” so when their rig drove in first he thought nothin’ strange like, but in they came, rig after rig, till seven loads of jolly home folks with baskets and boxes, jugs, jars and tin pails piled out till someone told Henry to “put up the wood saw, go in and strip the overalls for the girls won’t do a thing to you to-day,” with emphasis on the to-day, for in addition to New Years it was also his 35th birthday anniversary, and the girls kept their promise. To give some idea of the crowd we obtain the following list as photographer Stephenson could rejcall them. There was ‘Lish’ | Stroad, wife and son Charles; John Hoop and*wife; Wm. Robison, wife and , two little girls; Doc. Tracey and family; Mac Badgele.y and family of Mt. Orab; Misses Lillian and Gertrude Stroad, Annie Hoop, Gertrude Robinson, Mella, Verna and Lee Shaw from Sugar Tree, and John Robbins, who didn’t explain to our informant which branch of the family he was, but there’s reason to think he’ll graft on somewhere —total 28, and then some absent, such timid scions as Oscar Robison and Wilbur Loudecback and—but we were advised to be careful about naming any more ‘young’ men. The readers of The Sardinian know from that list of familiar names there “wuz plenty to eat and fun to have” the entire day. Speeches were short but the yarns well proportioned for a New Year effort, there being some inclination to keep even with the whoppers recently brought in "from Ulinnoise” by elder Stroad, and Robison looked round several times wishing for Mac Shaw, Bob Prudy, John Snyder, Doc Thompsoo, or some others of acknowledged veracity, to help him out. Before leaving, the thoughtfulness of the occasion turned to making up a basket of delicacies to tempt the appetite of the poor little OrphaToile, whose earthly pleasures seem destined not to extend to another New. Year’s dinner. Mr. and Mrs. Vincent may well feel delighted for being made the center of an attack from such a circle of relatives and friends in the hospitable and big hearted manner in which it was organized, though plenty of us can witness that “its the just way they do things out there.” Married people you can’t afford to miss Dr. Willets’ lecture the 25th, on the “Model Wife.”