Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1906-03-03
PARTIES AT HIGH POINT.
Many sooials Enjoyed by People o
That Vicinity Lately.

High Point, March "A very pleas
ant surprise was given Mr.. and Mrs
Levi Pumroy in honor of their TWEEN
tieth wedding anniversary. Their
friends and neighbors, about thirty in
Eumber, went in a body to their home
and though not expected, the guests
We're soon made to feel at home, and
much. Oysters We're served, and a
dozen pretty bowls, in which they
were served, were presented to the
host and hostess, as a token Of esteem
by the club women. At late hour
the guests departed, wishing Mr.. and
Mrs. Pumroy many happy returns OF
the day.
Mrs. Wesley Derby. of South Dakota
has been visiting in this vicinity re-
Gently.
An old-fashioned quilting was en-
joyed by the club women at the home
Of Mrs. Will Martin on Feb 8.
On the evening Of Feb. 10, there was
a pleasant surprise at the home of Mr..
and Mrs. John Forsythe in honor of
their daughter. Mrs. Power, who is
soon to leave for her home in Dillon
Montana. Those present We're: Mr.
and Mrs. Levi Pumroy, Mr.. and Mrs.
George Hatch, Mr.. and Mrs. Laporte
Ruedel, Mr. and Mrs. Nelson Tenny-
son and Mr.. and Mrs. Roy Marts
Miss Edna Hatch, and Master Leo
Love. Light refreshments We're serv-
ed and the evening was spent guess
ing conundrums and playing games
AS a token Of their regard, the club
women presented Mrs. Power with Il
set Of China pie plates.
On Monday afternoon, Feb. ~. was
another surprise. Several of the club
women met at the home Of Mrs. Emma
]. Pomeroy in honor Of her mother
Mrs. Richardson's eighty-fourth birth
day. Each woman carried small gift
for her, and the club presented her
with a new dress as a token of their
friendship for her. Light luncheon
was served and pleasant time was
women departed, wishing Mrs. Rich
ardson might celebrate many more
birthdays.
The following poem was written by
enc Of Mrs. Richardson's friends:
God could not be everywhere, SC
He made mothers
Grandma.
IF we could open times old book,
And, on Its pages, closely look,
In eighteen twenty-five, hear,
In the shortest month Of all that year,
Along with many names Of worth,
Well find the record Of her birth.
Many the years since that winter day
When, in her mothers arms. she lay;
Many the changes time has wrought
Many the cares the years have
brought;
LIES pleasures oft have been mixed
with fears,
And the cup Of JOY been filled with
tears.
! The years that forever lie behind,
Have left their impress on heart and
mind;
And the sorrows Of life have left their
trace
On the dear old patient, motherly face
The form, too, has changed since those
days long ago;
The eye has grown dim, the step has
grown slow.
The locks, which once were a beauti-
full brown,
Have now been exchanged for a
silvery crown;
But the same old love-light, caught
from the skies,
Shines out as of yore in the dear
mother eyes,
And the hands, that are worn with
toiling SO long,
Are as willing as ever, although not
so strong.
o, these blessed old mothers, they're
treasures untold;
Their worth is not measured by silver
and gold.
There Is naught in this world that can
nearly compare
To the kindness and love a good
mother can bear;