Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1904-09-22
GREELEY.
Parker darker. Davis save us!

saw 10.
James White is slightly indisposed.
Lou Anciaux is hauling his timothy
seed to Guthrie Center.
Mrs. Thos. Adair is recreating in
the mountains of Colorado.
VIM. Clark, of West Greeley, has
commenced the erection OF a new barn.
Nels Christensen traded mule to
A. w. Harvey for two span of bron-
chos.
Art Anciaux purchased fine team
OF black bronchos of Ira johnson last
week.
A bad bridge left the tail end of
route from Extra without mail for a
few days.
Revs. Nichols and Chas. Bentley,
the former of Massena, exchanged
pulpits Sunday.
Mrs. Eckert, of Charter Oak, is
visiting with her parents, Mr.. and
Mrs. Chas Wilson.
Joe Bell, teacher at No. 3, was so
injured as to necessitate the dismissal
of his school for two days.
Mr.. and Mrs. Worth Hartzell re-
port a pleasant and profitable week
at the ST. Louis Exposition.
Mr.. and Mrs. Crosser, of Omaha,
visited at the Marshall McNutt home
Monday. Mesdames Crosser and Nc
Mutt are sisters.
Two new residences will be built on
the Stuart land soon
Two new housies, two sweet-well,
Albert told me not to tell.
Clint says, write it on the wall,
Sow it on the winds of fall.
/ can hear it everywhere.
Tell it, tell it. | don't care"
Oh well, if you are going to get gay
about the matter, III keep still.
On the morning of September II,
near the hour of four O'Clock, after
but few hours of illness, Mrs. SAM
uel Johnson, of north Greeley, passed
into the silent beyond. Funeral SER
vices conducted by the pastor of Bow
man chapel took place at the Greeley
center church at / O'Clock Sunday,
Sept. Is, after which the remains were
born away and laid to rest in the
iIAIl ~ SClhCVCl Ihuo VIC oiO iSihihN
ed of the extreme uncertainty of our
hold upon this life, and made WILDLY
conscious of our ignorance of the hour
aye, the moment of DEATHS coming.
Might he not now be crouching to
spring on you. Possibly the hand
that is writing these lines will be cold
and still before you read them.
Now do | lay thee here to sleep
Beneath the autumn bloom,
Then sad and broken-hearted creep
Into the silent gloom
That haunts the paths and saddened
home
From which thy soul has flown
And left me here to pine and roam
The dreary world alone.
Yes, we went down to the little town
of Extra and took a wholesome bath
in the atmosphere of the big reunion.
We were one of the littlS units of that
great noisy, cosmopolitan gathering.
We found many opportunities for
profitable pleasure, and really, it was
delightful to be tossed about here and
there in pleasant uncertainty on the
restless surges of the great joyful
throng. Once we were born heaven
ward by an elegant encomium on
''The old soldier" and left stranded
on the quiet shores of sweet reverie.
From here | was suddenly and rudely
swept by brawling, boisterous bill
low. | felt myself helplessly TOPPING
from an eminence. Then came the
fall, which was painfully distinct, but
like in dream. do not remember
of lighting. When | regained my
I fnnn1 rnySalf
surrounded by score or more of
rather suspicious looking fellows.
The odOr of birthstone, intensified by
the rafting of dice and the whirling
of fortune wheels, was quite plain.
Evidently | had taken quite tumble,
for now | found myself enveloped by
the fumes of alcohol and tobacco, and
encOmpassed by number of cunning
gambling devices each one under the
supervision of a red-eyed fiend with
his force of brazen "pluggers, Turing
the innocent and unwary to stake
money. If it were mans ambition
to reach the climax of worthlessness,
how eminently successful would he be
were he to adopt the whiskey flask,
hang cigarette to his lip and become
"plugger" for some gambling
mdcnlne. WONDER now mucn tne
forces of civilization would be dimin-
ished if something would push these
fellows off the earth. Indeed it is sad
to see these loathsome parasites cling
ing to these wholesome entertainments.
Extra is on record as a courageous
little fighter againse vice, and will
doubtless remain SO, but, in proper
ton to her size, she has harbored the
biggest "Tiger" of the season. This
is merely our opinion of the case.
Extra we did not intend to be offensive
JACK FROST.
Good morning Jack, you old skin
flint.
You're early in our land this year.
The corn is sObbing there today,
Because last night you pinched its ear.
And oh look at my glory vine
Why, Jack you fuzzy old galoote!
If the sunshine could command,
I'd burn your grey hairs out of root.
Yes, cen the merry cricket's song
Is silenced by your stealthy tread.
1t seems your JOY to steal about
Among the dying and the dead.