The daily chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Ind. Ter. [Okla.]) 1898-1902, 1899-03-01
HIS 74TH BIRTHDAY.
Friends Of Mr.. I. B. Hitchcock Met to
Show Him Honor.

turn last night, the occasion being the
birthday party" given Mr.. Isaac B.
Hitchcock in their apartments al
the Western hotel by Mrs. S. ]. Burns,
his daughter, and her family. AS
the guests arrived a buttonaire tied
with a bit ofribbon was pinned upon
each, the colors designating partners
for refreshments. When all had ar
rived spelling school" was an.
nounced, Mr.. Hitchcock being selected
to pronounce the words. Ten persons
lined up on each side and had not the
words "porterre" and "cogne" been
given out, part of the class might
have been there yet. AS it was, the
former decimated the ranks and the
latter broke up the spelling school, H.
E. Don-Carlos carrying off the prize.
W. L. Trott got the A. B. c. book for
being the first to fall, and had his
word been given out up toward the
head Of the class it would have
wrought havoc, as number were sure
Ian MacLaren's famous book was the
'Briar" and not "Brier Bush"
Following the spelling school came
some music-the old-fashioned kind
where everybody sings and which
everybody enjoys, and then the re.
freshments, which even twentieth
century people could have appreciated,
thanks to the skill Of Miss May Hol-
land and others. A half hour was
spent in expressions Of good wishes
and Of congratulations, nearly every
body having a word right from the
heart for the venerable gentleman
whom the company had met to do
honor. AS the guests departed each
was handed as a souvenir a neatly
printed card with the beautiful little
poem which was read on sitting down
to the table, and which is reproduced
below.
Those present in addition to the
family were: Judge Springer, Rev.
King, Rev. Butler, L. w. Welch, Mrs.
II. c. Barritt, Mrs. ]. S. Thomson,
Mrs. ] 5. Martin, Mrs. Mary Brown
ing and daughter Miss Fannie May,
WI. Trott and wife, II. E. Don-Carlos
and wife, John Swain and wife,
NJ. E.Milford and wife.
Following is the poem:
DEAR father
The years now numbered with the dead
Have left their whiteness on thy head,
Like some tall peak whose glistening
crown of snow
Sends down its smiles upon the lands be-
low.
That sits unmoved upon its seat,
While nations worship at its feet
Thy presence towers above this joyous
scene.
And makes us all just what we erst have
been.
As once at thine indulgent knees,
When toll had left thee at thine ease,
We strove and clambered, oft with haste
remiss.
Fen now we climb. to share a fathers
kiss.
Out from the wreck Of by-gone years
Fond memory speaks, and oft with tears,
1t tells us how when sorrows bitter darts
Had sorely pierced and torn our childish
hearts,
Thy soothing words sssuaged the pain
And filed our breasts with peace again.
How carefully thy true and tender hand
Confined our sail to waters near the land,
Until, in strength sufficient grown,
We tempted lifes broad seas alone.
Now from that voyage on this. thy natal
day.
We come to thee, our annual dues to pay.
OF filial love andgratitude;
All else we owe 10 fatherhood,
With many a hopeful prayer. devoutly
given.
That late may be thy sweet return to
Heaven.
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