Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-07-25

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A TRUE STORY.
Mason City Times Herald.I
An act Of fraternity is being done
today, in a town not far from Mason
City, which shows with greater power
the results of fraternal teachings thar
words can tell.
A man, who had an affection which
needed surgical treatment, had nc
money, and but few intimate friends
That he belonged to sect the lead
ers of which are not advocates oil
fraternal societies as a rule, does no,
matter and has but little to do with
the story except as one factt In the
narrative.
A surgeon of the town went to a
member of the Odd Fellows lodge
and told him that he, the surgeon
would do the operation free and give
surgical care If the Odd Fellows
would take care of the old man -
that is, watch with him. and look after
him personally. The Odd Fellows
brought the matter up in lodge and
there was no hesitancy about acting
A Woodman, who was also an Odd
Fellow, brought the same question Up
in the NJ. w. A. camp, and the same
action followed, so that the suffering
man, with family. is getting all
the care, surgical and nursing, he re-
quires, and not only will his life be
saved, but he will be about again, well
and strong and able to care for him.
self, it is firmly believed.
No ado is being made over It. The
oA;tor ~ tho Harold oats the
story in the line OF his work with the
Odd Fellows and Modern Woodmen
and mentions it only to show how
surely are the fraternal organizations
of the world today, teaching brotherly
love, that love which helps the needy
when they cry, and those who have
no helper.
In this lone man, as far as relatives
are concerned, grateful? Because he
has been educated all his life to be-
lieve fraternal organizations We're
something unholy, was no barrier to
the fraternities whose members were
SO ready to help him. doing so and
following out the teachings of their
orders, those being but two of several
of the great fraternal orders the mem
bers of which are ever ready to render
such assistance. 1t is an honor to live
in a country where such acts are done
as unostentatiously as this one Is be-
ing done-done with no hope of praise,
no object but to help sufferer on
lifes journey.
MIGHTY GOOD FOR CORN.
Fitch In Nonpareil.l
yvban va, paf ,,y, In the morning from
your superheated couch
With brain all hot and added and
temper full of crouch,
When you wander to your office with
dull and fishy eye
Meath sun that's gaily blazing like
furnace In the sky,
Oh it's hot but don't you mind 1t,
though you're wilted and forlorn;
It's a little tough for mortals but It's
mighty good for corn.
When you stagger home to dinner In
binding glare OF heat
And you smell the burning leather OF
the shoes beneath your feet;
When your mouth is full of cotton and
and your collars on the run
And YOU bake and fry and frizzle like
an oyster in the sun.
Don't cuss about the weather and don't
NOPE about and mourn;
It's a little breath of Hades but It's
mighty good for corn
When you spend the humid evening
full of anger and despair,
Chasing round with cots ana Pillows
after cooling breaths of air;
When you're hot and damp and STICKY
and you think with mortal dread
OF that little hot air oven that sur
rounds your waiting bed.
You may contemplate resigning from
this torrid earth In scorn
But you're foolish If you do tins IS
bully for the corn.