Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1909-02-25

The railroad company has ar
ranged with John Smith, the
colored mail carrier, to light the
lamps and keep fires in the Ironton
station house for the convenience
and comfort of passengers who
want to board train No. 9, south,
at 1858 P. NJ, or No. 10, north, at
5 A. M. This arrangement will be
greatly appreciated by the travel
ing public.
1t is thought likely that the Leg
islature will enact a county super
vision law. That is, compelling
every county in the state to have
a county supervisor of schools, at a
salary of 500 and over. Under
the present law any county that
wants county supervision can have
it, and it looks to us like that is
all that is necessary. The pro-
posed law provides that the state
shall pay S400 of the officials
salary, the remainder to be paid
by the county.
Last Thursday Roy Parker, a
youth of seventeen years, was
brought up from Annapolis and
taken charge of at the poor farm.
He was suffering from frozen feet,
swollen to about twice their nor
NAL size. His story is that his
feet were frozen while beating his
way on freight trains from his
home, Logansport, Indiana. He
did not realize their condition un-
til Wednesday, when he was put
off a train at Hogan and walked
eight miles to Annapolis. The
station agent there sent him to
the poor farm, as above stated,
where he was cared for until Sum
day. He had written home and
the amount necessary to transport
him to his friends was immediate-
ly remitted. It is said he is of
good family and that his parents
are in fair circumstances. | take
it this one experience in hoboing
will suffice for the remainder of
his life.
Mr.. G. j. Newman gave a
"house-warming'' at his elegant
new residence last Friday even
ing. At eight o'clock the guests
assembled--young, old and mid
dle-aged participating in the fes-
tivities. The Grandpas orchestra
was in good shape that evening,
and the younger folk did not dis
dain to have their feet keep time
to the rhythm of the music. At
10 o'clock a luncheon of cake and
coffee was served, and hone failed
to pay due regard to the dainties
set before them. About the hour
of eleven "Home, Sweet Home"
was sounded and the guests de-
parted, but not without acknowl-
edging that they had thoroughly
enjoyed the evening. In passing,
l desire to- say that there is not a
neater, tastier, or more comforts
Inducing habitation In the Valley.
pity that "Charley'-a confirmed
bachelor-hath not a congenial
helpmeet to enjoy it with him.
People here were very much
surprised last Wednesday when
the news came that Mr.. VIM.
Steffens had died that morning at
his home in East st. Louis. Death
was sudden. Mr.. Steffens seemed
to be in his usual good health all
day the Monday previous and ate
a hearty supper that night. About
ten o'clock he suffered an attack
of apoplexy from which he never
recovered and passed away about
one O'Clock Wednesday morning.
The funeral occurred in St. Louis
last Friday and the remains were
inferred in St. Peter and st. Paul's
cemetery. Nearly thirty years
ago the deceased located at Pilot
Knob, where he remained until
about twelve years ago when he
went to Graniteville, leaving there
for East st. Louis about two years
since. Mr.. Steffens was sixty-four
years of age. He lost his first
wife about FIVE years ago, but was
married again last fall. Three
children, two sons and q daughter,
by his first wife, mourn his loss
and revere his memory. Genial,
~Ijovial Bill Steffens! His friends
were legion. May he restin peace.
l bless the old inventor of the lantern
Which sheds its glimmering light
Upon the shadowy night
The glaring arc or incandescent can't carr
For many hundreds Of years
The tender love that endears
The trusty but old fashioned lanterni
The nights, how dark, ere came the cleaning
lantern
The queer old lantern Of horn,
In faith and humbleness born!
The land that gave it birth we sure can
learn,
Nor need we puzzle our brains
In antiquarian pains,
Since now is ours the universal lantern!
lust think of Ironton without a lantern
These cloudy, Lunaless nightsl
With crossings absolute frightsl
When, lanternless, a man or woman can
turn
Beyond the threshold or door
Because of mirings galore
In wait for luckless wight without a lantern
| mourn the fate Of him without a lantern
Who seeks in darkness our stationl
Who starts in prideful citation
And confident. He finds, too late, he can