Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1906-05-17
Greeley
Were chanting and ranting
And painting and planting,

Were chanting and ranting
And painting and planting.
VIM. Egan dumped some excellent
swine on the Hamlin market.
Frew Hays had the very bad luck of
losing one of his best brood mares.
Rev. Sloan preached in the Audubon
Baptist Church last Friday evening.
Mike Flynn got mixed up in mad
runaway, out of which he came with
two broken ribs.
The Union Baptist Aid Society had a
very pleasant meeting at the Chef Adair
home Thursday
S. S. Berrys foot which was knocked
out" by the thrust of rusty spike,
has resumed its function.
Mr.. G. Fl. Priestly and family, of
Leroy, spent Saturday night and Sunday
at the VIM. Benton and S. S. Berry
homes.
John Shoesmith and wife are very
much elated over the arrival of little
baby boy, which appeared, Thursday
May 10.
Rev. Charles Sloan and wife departed
or Audubon Friday to visit friends and
be present at the closing of a revival in
the Baptist church at that place.
There will be union memorial services
in the Union Baptist Church Sunday May
~ at eleven A NJ. Rev. Aten, pastor at
Bowman Chapel will preach the sermon
DIR. Rendleman, of Extra, was sum-
moned to the John Shoesmith home at
the advent of the baby boy mentioned in
another item and has the convalescence
of the mother in charge.
Willie Covault ish shust ash Apply by
shing ash a man cudent lleeb from bein
wen leedle bapy CURL gums to es cine.
He woks like Napoleyon. He seeze
the sonshine abov de llouds bakoz es nose
scrapes oles in dem.
1t now develops that gluttony was one
OF the factors that pushed Dowie from
his unique eminence The Bible regards
drunkard, intimating that they are both
on the way to shameful poverty
Where Sorrows Are Baffled.
1t rains on the grass, it rains on the corn
1t rains on the oats and the wheat
And the frolicsome winds of the happy
May morn
Are calling me from my retreat.
| rush through the door and escape
from the gloom
A fugitive haunted by CARE,
And hide in the sweets of the lilac
bloom,
Dark sorrows are batfled there.
II want to give you brief motto" said
a good old profess or in certain university
to the students one morning in chapel
exercises. When the rustling of tablets
had ceased and the pencils were poised, he
said, 1T is this: LOOK UP. DON'T LOOK
| DOWN." As left the chapel that morn
| ing, looked up. saw nothing but restless
angry clouds and the mad countenance OF
an approaching storm. looked down,
saw green meadow and happy bees
wallowing among the sweet petals q
| chasing each other about upon the grass
l said to my companion, Say, there is
something wrong With the old
said l, when we look up we are depressed
by the sullen clouds and the rnuttering
storm, but when we look down we are
inspired by scene of happy life and
beauty After thoughtful silence, my
companion replied, We'll, but when we
look up we, are, turning away, from the
sordid world and are elevated by gazing
on the sublimity Of the heavens though
joyful today" said 1. "It is invigorating
to look upon" Thus the argument con
tinued and ended fruitless. Why? Simply
because our viewpoints We're Incompatible
He was viewing the motto from an abstract
and figurative standpoint, while | was
viewing it from the concrete and literal
Had we recognized this fact our argument
would have been pleasant and fruitful. II
| would have ended in productive compari
son of thoughts. The old professors motto
is alright, but local conditions were such
as placed it at disadvantage from g
literal point of view. Thus it is with a
great many of our arguments on the
Scripture, religion and politics: From !
each other to the wall. and batter one
| another about with our lopsided under
standing until we both emerge from the