Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1901-05-30
st. Louis Letter.

"Breathes there a man, with soul SO dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land?
Whose heart hath ne'er within MIN burned
AS home his footsteps he hath turned,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe go mark him well;
For him no minstrel rapture swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,
Despise those titles, powers and pelf,
The wretch concentred all in self,
Living shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from which he sprung
Unwept, ~unhonored, and unsung."
Scott.
The article in a recent copy of the
headed ARCADIA Valley Reunion" has
the hearty approval of this Club. Our
whole aim has been to keep in close
touch with those who still reside in
the land of our birth, and to welcome
them whenever they are in III midst.
We feel confident that those who have
been our guests in the past, have no
occasion to complain of lack of our
hospitality, and the only reward We
ask, is hat It one.
GAS home his footsteps he harh turned
From wandering on a foreign strand,"
be given the same cordial greeting as
we welcome the friends of our child
hood days. It would indeed be a
pleasure as the F. G. says, if we could
range tt visit the old home at the
same time. How many little incidents
we would have in common, what sto-
ries we could tell of those by gone
days. Youth fades and Father Time
stands with a warning finger pointed
at The hour glass of Life, as one by one
the sands of our destiny pass into the
has been of our lives. Only Memory,
the most precious jewel of all the
gems garnished in Dur search for those
things in Life which add to our hap
piness, remains; never fading, never
furnishing, light and radiant as the
day it was found-shining like a guild
ing star into the dark recesses of the
Present. In its clear radiance is no
flaw of childish sorrow, only the bright
reflection of past joys. We assure the
writer that not only will we attend,
but we will do our utmost to make
this reunion n long remembered by
all. We would be glad to hear from
some of our citizens on this subject.
While the reverend Sheik was court
ing the drowsey Goddess of Slumber at
his usual early hour this evening, a
large and inflated Presence blew in at
the door, making a tremendous and
v~ociferous noise. This Presence float
ed around the room in such ar exalted
frame of mind and with such a bolster
GUS, robust, good opinion of itself, that
the poor old Sheik whose duties
throughout the day are so arduous
that he is compelled to retire each
evening at 7:30, was obliged to arise
and investigate. The unruly Noise
turned out to be our president, and he
seemed immensemy elated over some
thing.
ssSoiy Gull, don't youse make so
git trun down, an have his Stats kicked
in, if dis bunch of bum disturbance
continues to accumulated" murmured
the Sheik meekly.
ssDer may be oder guys as tuf as his
nibs the Sheik when he gets inflated,
but we haint collided wild 'em up TO
day-see:'' s.Say youse," he went on
addressing the president, $50 lay
down under de stove, or lay q brick.
Fade away, vamous, vanish, get the
hence, be gone"
''Pooh, pooh, tut tut, bah, fish fish,
likewise tush tush. and hish hish"; re-
piled the president. as he lodged a cut
glass decanter projected towards him
from the neighborhood where lay the
Sheik, on a red diYan, enjoying the
long inhalations from his fragrant
hookah when the aged Sheiks rage at
being disturbed had subsidized some
what, and his flowing white beard had
been smoothed into place by the slave
who runs the elevator, our president
bowling low in obeisance to the mighty
Eastern potentate whose presence dig
niies the /. c. c. Club rooms, said in
explanation: