Mexico weekly ledger., 1906-07-26
Cottonwood Springs.


wandered back to the fountain and
mingled with the merry-mskers.
Merit johnson and Jerry Dermody
went up to Moberly one day last week
TO attend the fair. While there they
we're selected judges in a saddle stall
lion ring and gave general satisfaction
to all. Merit and Jerry both know q
good hsrse when they can see %
Mr.. and Mrs. Walter Peck attended
the funeral and burial of Charlie Hill
at Sun Rise church Sunday afternoon
Bob Hooton and wife were the hon
ored guests Of George Wisdom and
wife, west OF here, Sunday. Since the
marriage Of Mr.. Hooton 1t has been
one continuous round Of untold pleas
ure to him and bis good-looking, amia-
BILE wife. No better people breathe
the breath OF life than Mr.. and Mrs.
Bob H0oton.
Frank Peck was the honored guest
Of Captain Smith, Sunday. Frank will
probably teach school at Deroit, Mich
igan, e'er the blue birds nest again.
Judge ]. Barney Hooton was up from
Vandalia Sunday. The Judge tells US
be is happy and prosperous in his new
home and doesn't want to marry.
1t is said that Ed. Rodhouse and
George Clark are the best looking and
most accommodating R. F. D. mail
carriers that ever went up and down
the line. We don't doubt 1t.
1t is said Ellis Marshall and Walter
Dugan Thursday fought two fierce
rounds on the campus at the Springs.
Walter won on the first round and
Ellis the second, We hear that a girl
is In the case. May the best boy win.
Col. D. A. Mckee, father-in-law of
John Thomas, Of Mexico, will return
to his Wheeling, West Virginia, home
this week. Col. Mckee will tell his
friends back in the Old Dominion all
about the curative properties Of the
waters which flow, bubble and sizz on
down the mountain slope from the
Springs and what a rafting good time
he had while here
Tuesday, July nth. our handsome
young FREUD, Mr. I'll B Stevens, OF
Mexico, and Miss Alice Burkett we're
bound together in the holy bonds OF
wedlock BY Rev. Father Dillon Mrs.
Stevens is an exceptionally pretty
young lady, possessed WITH many
charming personalities and We are
quite sure will make an ideal wife.
Mr.. Stevens is a young man with
much energy and push and will help
make Mexico a greater city. They are
housekeeping at their beautiful home
on North Clark avenue. May their
lives be one Of peace, happiness and
prosperity, and their pathway be
strewn with sweet-scented Cottonwood
Springs flowers, is the wish OF the
writer. Thanks for cake and soda pop
A Mexico n~ews-chaser and a Jeffer-
son City Belle were out Saturday and
dipped their bills The pencil.shover
is a cut-up and gay deceiyer Beware,
gurls."
IL would seem Ito a man up a tree
that our friend, DR.. Marks, has OF late
become quite "swelledn and has quit
speaking to poor people. The doctor
is In love. Poor fellow, we sympathlze
with him. We have been all along the
same row Of stumps. Cheer up, old
boy, there'll come a time some day.
Mr.. and Mrs. Charles Claybrook, Of
Mexico, gave a luncheon to a party of
select friends here Friday evening In
honor OF their beautiful and charming
guest, Miss Atterbery, of LaPlata, Mo.
When Charlie Claybrook and wife en-.
terrain why they entertain to the
beautiful taste Of a queen or a king.
Those who were so fortunate to be
present on this august occasion were
Misses Zelma Atterbery, Of LaPlata,
Rosamond Guthrie, Mary Potts, Marie
Houston, Stella Robertson, Mary f.
Buckner, Elizabeth Arnold, Esther
Norris, Grace Boyd; Messrs. Richie,
Spence, Arnold EdmonstOn, Clay
Hamilton, L. H. Hanna, George Dear
ing, Will Atkinson and others whose
names we failed to get. We regret
we could not be present with this
bunch Of good people. We we're max
ing q Prohibition speech at Thompson
on that evening.
Sunday morning we again visited
Meredith Armistead at bis happy
suburban home, west Of here. Jay
Benefits saddle horse-Holy Moses
always lands US safely. Meredith,
as usual, handed out TO US much food
for thought. II we we're not already
spoken for we would tie up with
Merry and make the life worth the
living. He is considered quite a catch
among the fair sex. Meredith handed
TO us a little poem from the pen Of
Scion L Goode, which, We think, is a
gem. 1t is entitled
WHO WOULD NOT BE A FARMER?
Who would not be a Farmer. when
The grain shall wave in seas of gold;
When stately corn with knightly
plume
Shall hear the harvest story told?
Who would not be a Farmer, when
The winds shall whisper TO the trees,
And STOPPING lift a cup Of dew,
With which to cool the morning
breeze?
Who would not be a Farmer, when
The vintaged odors flood the spheres
And when the radiant harvest moon
Shall crown the glory Of the years?
Who would not be a Farmer, when