Missouri Valley times. [volume] (Missouri Valley, Iowa) 1874-1931, 1905-08-31
MONDAMIN NEWS.

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Fred r. Bell, who resides ON
a farm two miles south of Pts
gah, while visiting his parents,
Mr.. and Mrs. ]. M. Bell in Rag
Ian, met with a severe mishap.
Last Saturday he was sitting in
the rear end of a wagon driven
by his father, leading a some
what fractions horse, when a
neighbor's boy by the name of
Orville Girton suddenly rode
up behind the horse being led
by Fred. Young Girton had a
sack of roasting ears upon his
shoulders, and this, coupled
with the speed he was going,
frightened the animal led by
Mr.. Bell, causing it to lunge to
one side in an attempt to pass
the wagon. In doing so, Fred's
left limb was caught between
the wagon box and the horses
Eody, with the result that the
young mans leg was broken
about six inches above the
ankle. DR.. Hanson, of Mag
nolia was hastily called and re
duced the fracture. The many
friends of this worthy young
man hope for the speedy re-
covery the attending physician
gives promise of.
Many people may think it is
not wise or pertinent to call pu-
bile attention to the disreput-
able things that are winked at
and tolerated in a community,
thinking. that one town is no
worse than another and that
the fellow who roars is a sore
head, detrimental to the finan-
cial interests of the public.
Everybody knows just how
things are but as long as they
are not individually touched
they pretend to be in Innocent
Ignorance of what everybody
knows. When a town can
boast of two bastards in one
family in less than three
months and a good prospect of
an indefin2te number in the
year to come. When every
boy that has a nickle is watch
ed and hound by a conspiring
lot of loafing gamblers and not
only robbed of his pennies but
coached, staked and educated
as a gambler. When public
sentiment allows the express
company to become a greater
nuisance than the most disre-
putable saloon. Young boys
not yet in their teens chipping
in to get out a case of beer or
a jug OF whiskey, and when
filled up, making the warm
summer night vile with sicken-
ing language, rocking with
debauching vulgarity and herrt
rending blasphemy. When
girls posing in semi respecti-
bility but following the calling
of the harlot are allowed to
lurk every pleasant evening in
the secluded shadows of the
dark, debauching every boy
they can influence. When it
has come to be a common thing
for boys of tender years to be
found suffering with loathsome
venerial disease it is time for,
some one to play the sore head
and sound a note of alarm.
With existing conditions, so
far as the boys morally are
concerned, the church is a
farce, the schools are a failure
and public tolerance ruinous
and damning. No one can cal
culate the far reaching vicious
ness of the deadly and poison
GUS toad stools we are cultivat-
ing nightly in the hidden
shadows of the park. No one
can foresee the moral wrecks
that are being stranded on
shoals of our own building.
No one knows the number of
sleepless mothers, sorrowing
for children they cannot con-
trole. Whose business is it to
stop these moral pirates, these
wreckers of character? In
this town it seems to be no
bodys and no one seems to be
willing to attempt it. There
is such a thing as concerted
action, there is such a thing
as public sentiment, one that
will enforce a curfew ordinence
compelling all minors to be at
home at a certain time, one
that will brand a harlot as a