Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 40, Number 79, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 June 1908 — From the Mt. Ayr Pilot. [ARTICLE]

From the Mt. Ayr Pilot.

Mrs. Alice Porter and. sou Boyd of Rensselaer visited the first part of roe week with Mrs. T. E. Willey and. sons Roy and Oriel. Miss Jessie Merry of Chicago spent Sunday with her parents,. Mr. and. Mrs J. W. Merry, and other friends and relatives at this place. While moving some of our fixtures last Friday preparatory to having, our sanctum papered, the editor received' some internal injuries from which he is very slowly * recovering A picnic was held last Sunday at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Edwin Long and the following guests, all of Rensselaer were. present: A. F. Long and. family, Joe Hardman and family; lek Yates and family,. Frank Dwiggins and wife, Mrs. Zim Dwiggins and. daughter, and F. J.. Sears.. Wilbur Hart met with a misfortune last Sunday and is now caring for two broked ribs. The second base ball team was playing a scrub team and. Wilbur, who was playing with the scrubs, was at bat George Rimor was pitching and he threw the ball which went straight at Wilbur. He attempted to dodge it but was unsuccessful and it struck him on the left side of his back, breaking two ribs.

The Mt. Ayr ball team is credited with two more victorious games. Saturday afternoon they played the St. Joseph College team cm the Mt. Ay ground and won by a score of 10 to 7. In the third inning Pitcher Malone, who was at bat, was hit on the temple by a pitched ball and for a time it was thought he was killed. Water was hurredly brought to his side and after bathing his face for a few moments he opened his eyes and was soon on his feet. By great persistence he finished pitching the game.

And Fair Oaks is going to celebratq; how funny; seems as tho they would give up some time. But uever-the-less, let them go ahead, there are a few people who might enjoy going there and standing around in the sun all day, or going over to the tall timber and get bitten and stung nearly death by mosquitos, or hiking away to the sandy race track and watching a few 150 pound, red-headed jockeys course for a wonderful purse of $lO or sls. Oh yes, we’ll all go to Fair Oaks and dance all night i’ith the many fair damsels that abound in that place; or take her to a secluded s;K>t under the mighty oak and there drtng pink lemonade and eat pop-corn to our heart's content. Now don't be bashfiil, but when the fourth is here go to Fair Oaks (and have a good time)? Plenty of shade. (Sure, and plenty of sand.)