The Republican journal., 1905-11-09


Golden opportunities, once and again,
Come into the lives of women and men.
Golden treasures of houses and lands
Come to those who toll with brains an(
hands;
But golden weddings only now and then
Are celebrated in the homes of men.
Not often do fifty years come and go
Finding husband and wife here below.
To you has been given such length of life,
We congratulate you, as man and wife.
May the brightness of your golden wedding
Through the coming years, still keep shed
ding
Golden beams to brighten all the way
Sunny rays to cheer you day by day
Memories of loving friends and true,
Kind congratulations given you
Golden memories of d golden day
Happy memories that may not fade away,
4 long, calm, happy life you have led
Here together in the old homestead.
And the happiest life that can be sought,
Is-the even, peaceful quiet lot,
With contented mind, with strength and
health,
Having neither poverty nor wealth.
For great pleasures, great success and gain
Are often balanced by great cares and pain
He who will be rich, has wealth untold,
Oft longs for joys that are not bought with
gold
Dearly have you loved the dear old farm,
Fields, woods and orchard, each have their
charm,
The green pastures with their tlocks and
herds,
The barnyard fowl, the flowers, the birds,
Have contributed with heaped up measure
To your daily needs, your daily pleasure.
Five children unto you were given,
AS babes you thought they came from
heaven,
But you could see as they older grew
Some father about them, some mother, too.
Three gentle girls, two stalwart boys,
They doubled Your cares, but trebled your
joys.
One fair daughter in life's early bloom,
Faded away, and beyond the tomb,
Safe and happy on the other shore,
Yon will find her when lifes work is DER.
Your two boys in the far distant west,
With new homes and interests are blest,
But today we know their thoughts will
Back to the old home and their hearts will
For sight of those assembled here,
Those by kinship, and friendship, near and
dear.
One 9 daushter, not SO many years back,
In these rooms changed color-became
And happily lives in a nearby town.
And know that this statement is true,
If she hadn't become Brown she would
have been blue.
Your other daughter, by SOME occult spell,
Changed not into a brambe bush, but, well
She changed into kind of hall.
The change though strange is pleasing to all,
And time in its never ending flight
Has brought four lesser Bram-halls in
sight.
Eight grandchildren are growing up apace,
To perpetuate your name and race.
One grandchld, in infancy bereft
A n aa ~ W. of
A mothers loss she has never felt,
With her so tendeny you have dealt
Almost, she seems the dearest of the lot,
(Sometime, some man will think that same
thought,
Then, she too will change some way or
other,
Leaving grandfather, and grandmother
Many years ago-yOu found it good,
10 unite with the grange-that Brother
hood,
That spans our land and has brought to
pass
Better conditions for the farming class.
Lessons of practical common sense,
Experiences worth dollars and cents,
Many pleasures, and interests new,
The grange has ever been bringing you.
Full fifty years-you have been giving,
BY testimony, by daily living,
Good evidence to the world around,
That loving Saviour you had found.
Jesus as mans dearest, truest friend.
His care will make life's burdens lighter,
His love, will make life's pleasures brighter.
To night if you should speak-Mr COOmbs,
10 the friends here in these pleasant rooms,
Comparing single life with welded bliss
am very sure you would speak like this
"Half century, is lOngish spell
With one frail mortal woman to dwell,
Very soon one learns that woman
Is not an angel-but very human.
In curtain lectures, a wife is great,
She will have the last word sure as FateA
And man after his wedding day
Must never expect 10 have his way,
He can not control even his purse
Yet it may be that things might be worse
When elbows are out and buttons come off
When sick, or having a cold or cough:
When the world uses you shabby or bad,
When weary, hungry, angry or sad,
It's nice to have. in conditions like this,
Some one to pet you, and give you kiss,
And poor old bach must often feel
Very forhrn, and down to the heel.
Yes, married man is happier far,
Than any of the bachelors are.
And If L had to live over my life
| should choose the same girl, for my wife, -
And Mrs: Coombs, l know you would say
This fftIeth anniversary day
Comparing single life with welded bliss
lou would say, L am sure, something like
this:
mere are not many women that can
Live fifty years with one mortal man,
Men are not angelS-minuS the wings,
Very far removed from that, poor things;
Men can be good should occasion call,
But it is not natural, not at all,
And though sharp and shrewd, frSt-rate
Yankee,
AS husbands, they are, oh, SO cranky.
woman needs lots of love and hope
Ard large supply of good soft soap,
II she would keep the home atmosphere
Free from the squalls that often seem near.
Yet when spring comes, and all things
waken,
When carpets need to be whipped and
When a big churning is just on hand
And a barrel of flour is in demand,
When the hawks carry the chickens off
And the children are down with WhOOping
cough,
On zero mornings, when you like to doze
Till fires are built, and it warmer grows;
In times like these, a husband may be
Quite useful and handy, you can'see!
And bachelor girls though seeming so free
Find life isn't what they hoped it would be.
They miss much that is bright and sunny
Though they wont own it for love nor
money.
Yes, married women are happier far,
Than the bachelor girls ever are.
II could live over my life again
shouldn't care for any other man
But If MIR. COombs camel must confess