Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1903-12-03

A subscriber, way up in the
frozen north, encloses his sub
scription with the following:
"How dear to my heart is the face
on the dollar, when some kind sub
scriber presents it to view; it may
come to-day, or it may come to-
morrow; it may come from others
or it may come from you. The
big silver dollar, the round silver
dollar, dear delinquent subscriber,
present it to view. A round silver
dollar | hail as a treasure, for
often expenses o'erwhelm me with
woe; l count it the ource of ex-
quisite pleasure, and yearn for it
fondly wherever l go. How ardent
| would seize it, that lovely round
dollar; the root of all evil it's
commonly named; loving money
is sinful, some good people tell US,
but the penniless printer can hardly
be blamed; the penniless printer,
the hard working printer, keeps
sending out papers that interest
you; so hand in the dollar, the big
dandy dollar, dear reader now will
you present it to view?"
"The Owls" duly observed
Thanksgiving. They congregated
at the residence of Mr.. Malugen in
the evening and for several hours
INDUCED in the pleasure of in
tellectual interchange. This was
followed by an oyster supper, pre-
pared and served by the hands of
the fair members of the society.
Though this section of the pro-
ceedings was more of ''the earth
earthly" cannot say that it was
less appreciated and enjoyed than
the ''feast of reason and flow of
soul" which preceded it. A sere-
made to a couple of unavoidably
absent members concluded the
programme, and though the cold
north wind whistled through my
whiskers as l plodded my home
ward way, | minded it not, being
physically as well as mentally
full armored against the frowns of
fortune, material and spiritual.
For
When souls congenial meet to pass the hour,
And part enraptured with its joy,
Though gone, to cheer it still retains a power
That passing ill cannot destroy.
Miss Essie Yount entertained a
number of her friends at her home
Saturday evening, in honor Of her
cousin, Miss Effie Yount, of Salem,
Mo. The rooms were decorated
with hearts, as it was a 'heart
party" The tables were beauti-
fully ornamented in white and
green. At a suitable hour de-
licious refreshments were served,
prepared by the fair hand of the
hostess. Two prizes were given
the winners, Messrs. Chester Prince
and Earl Gaines. All spent a de-
lightful evening, and as the hour
of departing drew neal the happy
party bid Misses Essie and Effie
farewell, hoping to receive another
invitation in the near future.
Those present were: Messrs. Jno.
John Steel, Marion Go
lightly, Edgar Fletcher, James
Newman, Godfrey O'Neal, Earl
Gaines, Chester Prince, William
Henson, John Schwab, VIM. Van
Mort, Misses Katherine Reel, Okla
Mullin, Clara Delano, Ella Collins,
Meta Baldwin, Mary Steel, Lottie
Prince, Anna Belle Gaines, Maude
Langdon, Florence Love, Leila
O'Neal, Efie Yount, Laura Peck
and Effle Baldwin.
A number of our leading citi-
zens, farmers and fruit-growers
are quite enthusiastic as to the re-
suit, in the near future, of the
planting of two or three hundred
acres in small fruits. There is no
possible doubt as to the outcome
of such an experiment; properly
planted and cared for, strawberries
will net the grower more money to
the acre than anything else of the
kind. The soil and climatic con-
ditions of this neighborhood,
especially the neglected hill-sides,
are suitable for the finest of peach
orchards and pears; while grapes
would be an easy winner. TITS
easy to see the last monarch of
our forests will soon be converted
into hub logs. What then? What
will furnish subsistence for the
many now comfortably located
here? Not only the farmer and
fruit-grower is interested in this,
but the merchant and banker, the
contractor and laborer, all of them,
for one depends on the c of
the other. Timber has been the
principal product to the present,
but the end is in sight, and you
must face it. Gin union there is
strength" and in this instance
''the good of one is the good of
ALL" and all should work together.
How dear to my ear the sounds of the cow
When night her dark curtains together
hath drawn;
The clapper, how loud in its cymbalic on
swell,
Its soul-raising onswell, from dark until
dawn.
The law-favored COW, how she sports at her
pleasure,
How gaily she hoofs it in alley and street;
She opens our gates, and her splotch It's a
treasure
Well known in the night to our unguided
feet! N
How dead would the town be if she were
impounded
And so circumscribed by the mesh Of the
law
That close in her stall, or by fencing sur
rounded.