The Newtown bee., 1906-10-19
FOR THE w. C. T. U
BY HELEN A. TAYLOR.

The month of October with it's har-
 vest is here, The Autumn winds blowing, the leaves
 growing sere. The harvest is plenty. the Master is
 good, Has siSe9 {oeG. us grain to be treasured as With fruit as relish so juicy and
 sweet, An dso many blessings our comforts to
 meet; But what dire inventions have come
 into use, These blessings from Heaven been
 turned to abuse, And the money that should have been
 saved for bread Has been used instead for mad turning
 the head. In life disappointments doth hover In the fairest of prospects oft failure
 is found, When men who are honest human
 judgment will fail, Some.error unseen may great loss en- But when hen with eyes open to evil en-
 joined, Men brew grain into whiskey from
 Nature purloined, There is no excuse for such conduct
 to find They know they are wrong, but are
 willfully blind. The brewer, with agents for running
 the still, Has through his influence managed to
 kill, Each year thousands have gone to
  Unhonofed, by drinking that which
 depraves, The distilled spirits of grain or fruit
 turned into wine, That deceiNos while it sparkles it's victims will blind, Till will power gone. small hope for
 them then; A drunkard forlorn, rejected by men. These saloons so many a great curse
 have been, Daily proof of destroying the morals is
 seen; Men staggering homeward, the brain
 in whirl, A terror to wife, his boy or his girl. They break up loved homes with all
 evil betide; They scatter the seeds of woe far and wide; They fill up the jails, make demons of Destroy every year their thousands and Pestilence and famine their victims
 are less Than the souls that are lost by drink
 power possessed. But there is help coming, good citi-
 ZenS, see What city of drunkards we are get
 ting to be; Find something by ballot must be And will vote for no license there is little doubt. Come over and all saloon, power to
 withstand. To banish s t the h g plague spots from our Heaven smiles an approval for human
 ity shown, And the prayers of the righteous be
 answered in turn. It is time to press forward and never
 say fail, Put away the saloons that make vic-
 tims for jail.
 Miss Ann Blackman and Miss Flor ella Northrop had an interesting ex- perience with Miss Blackman s reliable horse, "Fan." They journeyed as far as 'Brushy Hill" where the horse baked. Henry Gibson and 0. B. Fay Tor drove along and tried to get "Fan' to move but without result. About 5 30 they got the horse to move and she travelled as far as Fred L. North rop $, where the horse baked again. D. c. Bacon and MT Northrop'endeavored to get the horse to move but without result. Finally MT Northrop hitched up his horse, unhitched "Fan" from the carriage and led the "balky trot- ter" into town.
 George E. Somers, president of the Bridgeport Brass Co.,, and John w. Somers of Minnesota, passed Saturday and Sunday in town, attending service at the Congregational church, Sunday morning. The father of the Somers boys, Rufus Somers, was deacon in the Congregational church for many years, and lifelong supporter. They visited old boyhood scenes, the old home in Berkshire now occupied by Charles E. Minor, and called on friends of their boyhood. George Drew and family of Nichols were guests. last Friday and Saturday, of friends in town.