Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1905-05-25
GREELEY.

| SHEElEr.
This Elephant sauce is simply boss.
G. A. w. Collee put an excellent
batch of swine on the market in Au-
dubon Saturday.
Miss Meyers, a school teacher of
Guthrie county, came over to spend
Sunday with the Anciaux family to
whom she is related
Mr.. and Mrs. Clint Rucker were
| guests at the VIII Eagen home Sun
day
Messers Mcclure and Dun, impie-
ment men of Guthrie Center, we're
| pleasant callers Wednesday.
James Eagen and Nels Christensen
were compelled to remove their cattle
from a slough pasture which was
made dangerous by recent rains.
The U. B. ladies aid society met at
the home of Rev. G. Sloan Wednes-
day afternoon.
Mr.. and Mrs. Floyd Yates are smil-
ing over the arrival of niEe pound
| boy which came to their home May A.
DR.. Childs was summoned to the
| bedside of Mrs. Clint Rucker last
| Thursday morning.
The fields are in excellent shape,
corn planting is rapidly drawing to
close and we have good notion To
| be glad.
There will be union memorial SER
| vices held in the Union Baptist church
at eleven O'Clock Sunday, May %.
Rev. Tabor occupied the Union
| Baptist church pulpit Sunday in the
| absence of Rev. G.. Sloan who was
| wired TO hasten to Waverly, Ia,
where his sisters husband is lying at
the point of death.
Some men are like the Chinese in
proposition for the advancement Of
| the community.
| Last Thursday night stork flew DER
East Greeley's thrifty farms
And dropped an eight pound baby girl
| Right into Ben Shields arms.
Come, let us go a fishing now,
And spend happy week
| While nature pats rosy place
Upon our pale, wan cheek.
Oscar Miller was pushing matters a
little Friday by running two corn
| planters into his waiting field. His
brother Lloyd was the helper.
There is something strangely sweet
about gone but not forgotten, but,
for the love of heaven. save us from
the fate of being forgotten before we
are gone.
Misses Nina and Lennie Hays, who
are teaching in Leroy and Hamlin
townships speetively, spent Saturday
and Sunday at their home in east
Greeley.
James J. Jefferies, the invincible pug
list, was recently forced into the
arena with Messers Rheumatism and
Malaria, and met his Waterloo. SO far
as pugilism is CONCERNED, they knock
ed him clear into oblivion the first
round. He is now counting conval-
escence in the salubrious breezes of
California.
\ rollicking old bowery ball under
the auspices of the Wilson boys and
Bert Trent, caused the little village
of Nelson to burst forth in wild
blaze of gaiety Saturday night. OF
course it was impossible to eXtinguish
the flames until the end of the Sabbath
day was singed. Verify, verify, "a
hot time in the old town"
Ira Johnson has permitted the spirit
of industry to gOad him to such eX-
tremes as will doubtless necessitate an
investigation. When a fellow works
in the field until ten at night it fore
shadows the approach of great events
for which conditions are not quite
ready. What can it be in Ira's case?
He is one of those thrifty young men
that lives alone and cooks his own
bacon.
We are so close upon the absolute
necessity of building a new court
house as to make the act of spending
money on the old one a costly blunder
that will bleed the tax payers more in
the long run than would the immed-
late construction of a new blilding.
He who says that he will not vote for
a new court house because he lives far
out and does not want to give the
town fellows all the good things be-
trays a selfish ignorance that, in a
| StHSC, hin DIS IL NOItE. w
are supposed to use our ballot in be-
: half of our country and the welfare OF
the people as whole, not from mo.
tives of personal interest. Such voters
are more of a menace to our govern.
ment than are foreign guns. These
are the ballots that clog the wheels OF
I justice and bring results that cloud
! the starry blue of our flag. The bal
lot is a sacred trust a power given tC
be welded in behalf of humanity anC
. he who uses it from a personal stand
! point is guilty of betraying this trust
WRITTEN BY THE BLUE LIGHT.
Oh, when I die I'd have you roll
this clOd up like later
And drop it in the retort of some
up-tO-date cremator.
+ Spend not your cash for costly box
- to put this carcass in,
IT'S but CHASTITY piece of earth
q charred by the breath of sin.
But say, I'd have you gather up
the ashes carefully
And strew them mong the rootlets o
our garden cherry tree.
Then when the blooms unfold at
- spring, mayhap my substance woul,
Return and make amends for me
by being used for good.
| My poor soulr ah, ask not of it-a