The Newtown bee., 1905-03-31
WOODBUR1.
HOTCHKISSVILLE NEWS.

WOODBURI. HorcHKIssv1LLE NEWS. Ernest Eyre has had his house shin- gled. William Isbell is repairing the buildings on the Higgins farm, recent ly purchased by William Warner.
 William Warner has just harvested a quantity of ice.
 Edson Warner and wife have been suffering with the grip.
 Mrs Julia Bramah and daughter of Oakville were visitors in this vicinity, recently.
 Miss Mary Roswell, who has been poorly all winter, is now confined to her bed.
 Egbert Carpenter will make needed improvements in the interior of Gus tavouS JohnsOn's home.
 Mrs Thomas Arlington has been seriously i'll for the past week. Miss Thompson of Woodbury has been car ing for her.
 Mrs Richard Benjamin was on the sick list, last week.
 Mrs Charles H. Dyson, ST., enter tained her sister, Mrs Collins, and lit tie grandson, of Woodbury, last week.
 Mrs Clark Day of Pennsylvania has been spending two weeks at Mrs Gill's. Miss Sarah Smith of Hartford visited relatives and friends here, last week.
 At the Sunday school the review was conducted from the picture roll by Rev J. Freeman of the Congregational church, Woodbury. As usual, he made it both interesting and impressive.
 U. Fowler has left his work at the cutlery shop and resumed his trade at masonry.
 Mrs Rablit is on the sick list.
 Mrs Albert Newbould of New Hay en is visiting her parents, MT and Mrs Holden.
 Mrs Charles Buckingham is visiting her mother and sister in Hartford.
 Arthur France has gone to work in Bridgeport.
 GREAT EXCITEMENT AT HOTCHKIss-
 WILLIE.
 A joke that was so fine it ought to have been reserved for April Fool day was last Wednesday played upon one of our genial young men who is nick named and sbest known as Fudge" /" The following lines describe the ex- perience of John H. and the Duck: One week ago on Wednesday morn very pretty sight was seen, fat black duck was borne Upon the sparkling silvery stream. Back of the tall old cutlery shop, Oh, my! such wondrous luck! There sailed a fat black duck. John H. then left his cutlery work And sped away with borrowed gun, The others all their work did shirk And crowded round to see the fun. To the windows ran they all Yes, everyone both great and small Wondered what Johns duck would be. Then ran away this happy boy
 
 His heart was full of joy Nor thought that aught was wrong. He raised his gun on high Once twice and even yet again He proudly let the bullets fly, His mind was set on game. The duck sat calm and serene It moved not nor did finch So quiet on the silvery stream It did not budge one inch. Then from the bright crystal water John pulled his treasure proudly out. So hnA rf h00 A 0f no for To think what he had shot. But oh dear, what pesky luck! It was stuffed so fine throughout, Then nicely fastened on block And strongly anchored to the spot. Johns shopmates all laughed SO merrily At such a very clever trick. John too joined in most cheerily And thought the joke was slick. But now we pity Oapewell tall Who lives upon the high hill He had to lose it all He did so neatly. skillfully fill. And now my tale is told Things are not what they seem. Glittering things are not always gold, Ducks don't always sail the stream Much here is but fraud To fool us mortalS it's intended, Here at home and oft abroad Steer clear of all such invented.