The Republican journal., 1905-03-23

RED headed, freckele0-taCoQ FIymOutn
Rock hen, who is the champion egg layer Of
months! I can truly say she lays over any
hen in creation. Certainly that hen has
lived the strenuous life. In an interview
with newspaper man who came to get
her picture she modestly told the reporter
that if she had known that she was being
watched and her eggs counted she would
have laid an even 800.
And Maine is the spOrtsman's paradise.
He can come here from other States in the
hunting season, inviting some one to come
with him against whom he has a grudge,
and by paying small license to the State
take his companion out into the woods and
mistake him for deer and shoot him.
ords only shows twelve persons killed by
being mistaken for deer. II anybody should
shoot me and not kill me might not be con-
sidered very good venisOn, but should try
to be dear meat for the man behind the gun.
We have all kinds of big game in Maine.
Deer, caribou, moose, bear, poker and
bridge whist Notwithstanding the fact that
there is no close time on the last two it is
constantly on the increase, and indications
are that they will be very plentiful in 1905.
Besides all the large game there are par
fridge, duck, Scotch wOOdcOck, foxes, Welsh
rabbits and skunks-and by the way, when
you shoot skunk always turn around back
nose with the other.
But to come back to Belfast herself. In
which part of the State we are most directly
interested. Where in the whole State is
there lOvelier or more desirable spot than
Belfast? Where is there prettier little
city? Where is there nicer community of
people? Where is there a bay more
beautiful than ours? And our drives!
venture to say that there are more differ ent
drives out of Belfast, each one presenting a
more varied panorama OF charming pictures
to the eye than can be had from any other
place in the State. You can drive along the
shore for mi es you can d. i've over the hills
you can drive to the different ponds and
lakes you can drive dull care away by
finding a nice shady wooded road, and not
drive at all, but let the horse drive, and
you can make glad the waist places,-if the
girl doesn't object, and there are those who
dont-and you will find it all very, very ell
joyable, especially the don't object part.
The sad feature Of the whole matter is,
that so many of Belfast's brightest sons
and daughters have to go away to try and
win fame and fortune elsewhere. That is
the dark side of life, this ''getting living
as we call it, Bill Nye summed up what
life is, saying in a few words all that the
greatest mind could condense into a whole
sermon. "Life,' says Bill, Consists in
working to earn money, to buy bread, to
make strength, SO we can do more work, to
earn more money, to get more strength, to
do more work. and so on to the end. Ii
this does not cover the whole ground and
leave enough to tuck in around the edges, L
don't know. And if one doesn't like to
drive he can hire boat and go out on our
lovely bay and row-or borrow saw and
saw wood, it would not matter which to
me- or, he can, if he be wealthy, go down
n the shore with some loved One-female
sex preferred and age not so material-and
sit on the rocks and eat Holsters, and daub
himself all over and find he has forgotten
his handkerchief, and have the best time
imaginable. But as / intimated, it is only
the rich who can do this, for now when the
housewife asks her husband to bring home
some Holsters for supper he generally tries
to buy her off with the promise of seal
skin coat or pearl necklace. And let me
here say that never within my remembrance
has Belfast been more prosperous than she
is today. There are, SO to speak, less shoes
run down at the heel, less old hats stuck in
broken windows, less idleness than eyer
before. Our streets, buildings and grounds
are well kept up, everybody taking pride
in having his home look as well as possible.
There is work for everybody who wants to
work, and We who live there are not
to be inspected by visitors from
anywhere.
When your President engaged me to
speak, he intimated that if l would make
my remarks brief, that is brief enough so
that he would not have to call an extra
session, that he would pay just as much as
though l took more time. He said he had
rather have lemon squeezed into tumbler,
than quart of water, ii he was going to
have lemonade, and as | can see that he
is growing nervous, and uneasy, much as l
dislike to do SO, will bring my remarks to
a close. Before doing so, however, let me
thank you for your kindness in refrainng
Jv-ra nnt u,
about it myself, but my family have a hor-
ror of it, When left home my children
chung to me and begged me not to go, assur-
ing me that lynching, even in cultivated and
refined Boston, was "a terrible death, but |
took my life in one hand and my dress suit
case in the other and came, and l assure
you l thoroughly appreciate your forbear-
dressing an intelligent gathering, so long
as reason holds her sway ! give you my
word it shall be my last.
Mr.. W. r. Howard spoke of making an
object for the Club to work for and suggest
High school, This is in line with Miss
Frances j. Dyer's suggestions at the first
dinner, and we know it to be a growing
sentiment among the members.
Mrs. Hannah l.. Dyer, who spoke last year,
put her "reminiscences into rhyme, as did also
Mr.. Francis S. Brick. After few remarks
which went to show the fine nature of the
man he read the following bright bit of
verse called "Way Down in Belfast, Maine"
There's town in Waldo county,
Way down in Belfast, Maine,
Where the game is held in bounty
Way down in Belfast, Maine.
There the sun is always shining,
And the clouds have golden lining,
And there's never any whining,
Way down in Belfast, Maine.
1t is built upon the hill sides,
This Belfast down in Maine,
And its just the place for sled rides
Way down in Belfast, Maine.
When the wind blows in from seward,
You'd better lean to leeward,
Or else you're flung to steward,
While cOasting there in Maine.
Its the home of pretty women
Way down in Belfast, Maine,
Their ways are always winning
Way down in Belfast. Maine.
The girls are of the fairest,
Their smiles are of the rarest,
And the boys are of the darest
Way down in Belfast, Maine.
The skies are always bluest
Way down in Belfast, Maine.
And homely girls are fewest
Way down in Belfast, Maine.
Fast horses are the SeekeSt,
Poker chips last quickest
And whiskey's not the weakest
Way down in Belfast, Maine.