Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1904-07-14
GREELEY.

Lu0 TOuILQ.
Horace Parrot, of Extra, was in
Greeley, Friday.
Chas. Baird sold couple of fine
cows to John Mcclure.
Oscar Miller put load OF porkers
on Hamlin's market, Friday.
A trifling illness caused Andrew
Nelson to consult physician.
Miles Knees was on on the Ham.
lin market with hogs, Tuesday.
The Union Baptist people met at
the John Shoesmith home, Wednes-
day.
Frank Duvall will soon have his
large farm enclosed with a pig-tight
fence.
Otis Siebert is pushing pusher
so far as cream hauling is con-
cerned.
Will Deets and Roscoe Turner
transacted business in the county
seat, Friday.
Mr.. and Mrs. John Egan were en-
tertained in the Rufus Rowland
home, Sunday.
Clyde Boehme, OF Audubon town.
ship, came up and helped Miles
Kness lay by his corn.
The carpenters put the finishing
touch to Frew Hays barn, Satur-
day, July 8. On the evening of the
same day, tables freighted with de-
licious ice cream and delicate NOR
sells of cake, were arranged in the
big structure. Thither came flock
ing on joyous wings, the people of
the community and made a scene
very similar to that of bevy of
butterflies on summer day as they
gayly fit about some lovely bed of
lilies. Nor was their delight less
pure, for had the crowd tarried un-
til after the midnight hour, the
Sabbath would not have soiled.
Am / the author of smile,
Then am glad;
But If sigh or tear stained eye,
Oh, how sad!
Metaphorically, Greeley has be-
come the arena in which very
entertaining pugilistic contest is in
progress between certain two in
dustrial institutions. One is a
brawny experienced champion of
the ring, hailing from the sunny
banks of the Blue Grass, near the
village of Hamlin. The other is a
beardless youth with burning
ambition to put the old fellow to
sleep with sudden solar plexus
punch. His cradle song was the
troubled murmuring of the troubled
waters of Troublesome creek. Hence
his fatal prediction to trouble
trouble. When the gong sounded
for the first round the youth leaped
neryously into the ring, haughtily
refused to shake hands with his
easy going antagonist, and became
foolishly aggressive by jabbing the
old fellow one, with big wad of
calumny, whereupon the man from
Blue Grass calmly turned about
and gave the youth such punch
in the face with a chunk of honesty
as sent him reeling against the
the ropes. The youth then snorted
the blood from his nose, grabbed
the knotty club of Islander and
and brought it down upon his an
tagonist's back with all his might.
The old fellow staggered. Some
thought he would fall, and the
1rlenQS OF the youth CQeeIeQ loudly.
Suddenly old Blue Grass rallied
and swung high over his head the
motto: "Justic to Patrons" He
gave it dexterous whirl or two
then brought it squarely down on
the youngsters pate. The youth
fell, Strengthened and began to
culver. Some thought it was the
death culver. The referee stood
over him and counted nine. When
all at once the youth sprang to his
feet, caught an evil rumor that
Glanced to be floating by and was
rushing fiercely at old Blue Grass
once more, when the authorities
rushed in and stopped the fight.
QUIET HOUR.
Where fragrant blooms breathe sweet perfume
And summer creeklets rove,
In shady nook with sacred book
read and think of love. !.
Sweet to be wooed in solitude
By natures kind caress,
To humbly there in silent prayer
Our follies to confess.
Thing of sod yet, child of God
Pleading Father forgive.
My heart is sore, I'll sin no more
Oh teach me how to live.
Born in the night, we cry for light
And wrangle in the dusk,
Until the breath of ugly Death
Tears from the soul this husk.