The Press. (Stafford Springs, Conn.) 1883-1935, 1905-07-05

like the old cat. &c..
Matt Majeska is soon to paint B. G..
Robbins barn, red.
Mrs. Louise M. johnson called on
friends on the Hill last week.
Mrs. Q. N. Andrews and Mrs. Kit
tie CLARK Rev of WiIlimantic called
at G.. T. Preston's Wednesday last.
Subsequently School book Agent
Lyman of East Hartford, formerly
of AndOver, an old classmate, called.
Mrs. L. M. johnson has sold her
woodlot on the Stafford road to Armi-
tage g Amidon. In due time they
will locate their steam mill ON it.
Mrs. Snow, mother of Rev. O. L.
Snow of Greenville, with Mrs. Gard
liner Hall, Jr., and Miss Rose o. Hall,
made calls ON the Hill and vicinity
last Thursday.
At the adjourned annual school
meeting in district No. 1 last Wednes-
day evening, Rev. Austin Gardner,
Rev. Charles W. Wolfe and Frank
-Vaneski were chosen committee for
this year. .
D. J. Mahoney, formerly of this
town, Glass Factory boy, is COM
mander of the Palmer, Mass. (Merrick)
G. A. r. post, this year. A tablet
was recently unveiled at the Memo
rial hall there at the annual meeting
of Go. E association, seth Mass, in
memory of L. l.. Merrick, for whom
the post was named. Many readers
will remember the Mahoney house at
the Glass Factory village as built and
first occupied by the late Frank
Shatfer at the time when the old
factory was booming day and night in
all its glory.
The Book of Judges will be con-
sidered in the Thursday evening meet
ing next week. In this connection we
cannot forbear this query: Why
don't more of the faithful turn out :?
There are always time and desire to
60 to other places, far and near.
Where there's a will there's a way,
every time. The series are extremely
beneficial, both to the young pastor
and to his flock, and the sheep that
stay away are simply biting off their
own noses. 49,.
In fact, it is wholly idle to expect
the rising or even the present genera
ton to appreciate the inestimable
benefit ACQUIRING to our reborn, vast
empire wrought by the poor soldiers
of the north in the civil war. Their
sacrifices made millionaires, multi
millionaires and billionaires possible,
besides securing the great present
prestige of the foremost nation in the
world. By the way, why are our
current leading magazines, in their
short stories, and the fad books of the
day, SO extolling the southern officers
and soldiers, and in extenuating the
doctrines of their "lost cause p"
What's up? Hey?
Here in Wilmington we were natu-
rally interested in the scrap last week
in the house over the board of par
dons vote turning out as it did on the
John Warren case. Our representa-
tive, Hall, we note, spoke to the
point. We also note that three Toll
land county members thought it their
duty to vote to override the govern
or's veto. Brethren and sisters, if
its deemed wise to require unanimous
verdict of - men to convict, six men
business. We have been twitted and
jibed about this young wife murder
case from the time when we were a
law student in Hartford, when the
crime was committed, until our last
case in court, from Dan to Beersheba,
or, in other words, from Montreal to
New Orleans.
g Speaking of the civil war, you
ought to have been down south your
self and heard, for instance, the mild,
blue eyed handsome northern boy
soldiers yelled at derisively by these
southern gentlemen" as "Lincoln
hirelings,' mud sills,'' GREASY
mechanics" and still more appro-
prious epithets; and, for another in
stance, heard the groans of the poor
slaves, both male and female, with
ing under the lash of their masters
and mistresses just for looking around
to see the northern soldiers as they
victoriously marched through the
streets of New Orleans. We we're
among these soldiers and know where
of we speak; and, we know, too, that
the descendants of these southern
ladies and gentlemen hold precisely
the same sentiments as did the former
generation. Yet, we forgive, but
cannot forget. And it will be long,
long time before the civil war will
be obliterated from the history of the
United states.
We were told ON good authority
some years ago that a certain doctor of
divinity, once a pastor here, who was
somewhat famous, more so, perhaps,
subsequently both as a writer and as
a pulpiteer, lost his we'll bucket down
in the depths of the water one summer
day. Fastening to get a parishioner
to assist him in recovering the lost
article, the two men set vigorously to
work. Said the parishioner, after
descending. into the deep we'll, 81
must have something with which to
fish up the bucket. I can see it, but
| it. is far beyond my arms length.
Go into your barn, dominic, and bring
me hay-rake. guess I ran recover
the bucket with that" Upon that,
the minister went to his barn, pro-
cured the desired rake and lowered il
into the we'll stale downward. His