The Newtown bee., 1906-10-19
COMPOSED FOR TnE w. C. T. u
BY HELEN A. TAYLOR.

l The month of October with it's har- The Autumn winds blowing, the leaves growing Sere.
 The harvest is plenty, the Master is
 good,
 Has given us grain to be treasured as | food,
 With fruit as relish so juicy and sweet,
 An dso many blessings our comforts to But what dire inventions have come l 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 ' 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 The brewer, with agents for running the still, Has through his influence managed to
 kill,
 Each year thousands have gone to 1 their graves
 Unhonored, by drinking that which
 depraves,
 The distilled spirits of grain or fruit | turned into wine,
 That deceives while it sparkles it's l victims will blind, Till will power gone. small hope for 1 them then;
 A drunkard forlorn, rejected by men. These saloons so many a great curse l have been,
 Daily proof of destroying the morals is seen;
 Men staggering homeward, the brain l in whirl, A terror to wife, his boy or his girl. They break up loved homes with all l evil betide;->
 They scatter the seeds of woe far and l 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- What city of drunkards we are get
 ting to be;
 Find something by ballot must be l brought about
 And will vote for no license there is
 little doubt.
 Come over and all saloon power to
 withstand.
 To banish the plague spots from our ls fair land.
 Heaven smiles an approval for human And the he 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- i tims for jail.
 Miss Ann Blackman and Miss Flor 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: O. 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- Ger' into town, , George E. Somers, president of the Bridgeport Brass Co.,, and John w. j 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. !, Mrs Arthur Reynolds of Brooklyn I was guest, Sunday, of MT and Mrs ,, w. M. Reynolds. ,, Miss Edith Ganong spent Saturday . . in Bridgeport.