The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1903-05-27
FROM THE FIRST WARD.

CarQs are out announcing the Weu"
ding of Miss Olive Fuller to Mr.. Clar-
ence A. Servis, Wednesday, June Sd.
An attempt was made to burglarize
the residence of Mr.. James Hammell
on Swan street, Saturday evening, but
the attempt was unsuccessful as Mr..
Hammell saw and chased the burglar
from the house. He describes him a
colored man and no doubt was one of
the attaches of the circus.
Superintendent Rittenhouse, James
Moonan and H. Jensen visited Flem-
ington on Monday.
Eugene Kearns and Edward Taylor
took run upon their wheels last Mon
day afternoon to Pennington.
Once more the Old Veterans will as
semble in honor of their dead COM
rades, and decorate their little mounds
with flowers. For the past So years
on the Both day of May Memorial day.
it has been the custom in fact the So
lemn duty of the old soldiers to turn
out and strew flowers upon the graves
of their departed comrades.
As stated couple of weeks ago,
my first venture as reporter for the
Sourland Mountain rocket was not a
a success. But / had lots of holy zeal
and big supply of determination to
win success or tear my aspirations into
small shreds and cast them to the four
winds of heaven, and my first real
work on the staff of the rocket COM
menced when l was only boy of 10.
did my reportoriol work for nothing,
and it was worth it. / couldn't write
up anything then but plain facts, and
it kept me mighty busy hunting up
loose facts around Mount Range, and
sending them in on foot to the rocket.
1t simply swelled my young head
when first saw my name in the pa
per, and at the bottom of a great adj
venture of Deacon Saylor's oldest
daughter milking goat. Next day |
went forth full of hope and zeal and
corn dodgers determined to run every
news item into halo and crown my
self with wooden halo of glory, and
may be marry the editors daughter
later on. And now in conclusion, L
hope in the future the public will look
upon my reputation rs reporter,
and interview me on the deck of
our ships Of state as we pass down the
rapids of human greed, and remember
my excitable temperament and rimfire
zeal, and excuse the explosions that
are to follow during the balance of
my natural life.
Most of civilizations great men came
from the farm, and large majority Of
them go back to the farm after their
public career is over. But bark ye.
Gentle-eyed readers they do not go
back to chase old Bolaver in the corn
field while attached to the cultivator,
nor to grub out Canada thistles along
the line fence, nor to pillow i'll the
stony field, nor to hold up the hog on
a long pole while they eat acorns. Oh
no, my gentle geezer, with the gimlet
eye, nary hog does our great man ele-
vate to the lower limbs of the acorn
tree. He goes back to the farm to sit
on the fence and watch the hired man
do all the hard work, while he sits up
on the top rail to be looked at, and
be envied. Don't you know that all the
glory and gold man wins and accu-
mulates may be yours what he snaps on
vituals and buds, is held up for the
hungry world to look at and envy the
owner and possessor. Well, it is true,
and the great men go back to the
farm generally, to be amongst the old
neighbors who still have mortgage
on their farms and big blue dwelling
patches on their glorious hopes OF n
rise-up- William Riley resurrection, to
sit on the fence like king on his
throne, and rule the hired help with
the iron hand of despotism and rural
economy.