Mexico weekly ledger., 1909-11-04
Chunks of DrifwOod
One Reuben DIn

Ledger and pluck out the names Oh
the Wide-awake and up-to-date firms
that advertise In the Ledger. You'll
get good results. Be wise,
Major Joel Gard tells US the box
supper at Maple Grove Friday night,
given by the accomplished Miss Pearl
Tucker, teacher OF this progressive
school, was we'll attended and highly
enjoyed by all present. The boxes
sold well and about sl2 was realized,
to be put aside for the school library.
The Ledger is on the map and
the Owl smiles. Friday, Henry HAS
lip gave US a check for three Plunks
for the Weekly Ledger, n for bis
daughter, OF Decatur, Illinois, one for
his son, Harold, OF Boulder, COL, and
one to his address at Piney, Mo. Col.
Haislip was for years a resident OF this
county aud wants the news. He'll get
IL In big chunks, Come on, good peo-
pie, and help swell the Ledgers sub
scriptlon list. The books will show
that we're there with the goods-veTy
near the 5000 mark.
Col. Kelly Poole, one OF the brainiest
sud list laa that ever went down the
line, and a brilliant writer to . beau
tlful fare-you-w we'll, is thinking OF
leaving Centralia and going over to
Columbia to reside. The Ledger Ow
doesn't want Col. Poole to 60 away
from C~entralia, but wants him 10 stay
there and make the "Prairie Queen
look more like Mexico every week.
He's q townprider, a booster and a
rip-pah when 1t COMES TO booming a
town. Here IS what Kelly has to say
In his Centralia Courier: Don't get
in a hurry to move the old man Of the
Courier to Columbia. Centralia looks
mighty good to him and he is not In a
rush to pull up stakes and leave.
Time enough to say goodbye after he
is gone-which will not be till the
roses come again anyway-perhaps
never"
A GAY HALLOWEEN HAY RIDE
(By One Who Was There.l
Chaperoned by MesdameS Brooks
and Baldrldge, the following bunch Of
young folks composed and enjoyed a
jolly hay ride to the beautiful country
home Of the Misses Bush, Saturday
night. The occasion was one sweet
dream, from start to finish. Among
those who were lucky enough to be in
the crowd and have a perfectly lovely
time, were Misses Margaret Adams,
Irene Brooks, Pearl, Leola and Ivy
Sanders, Lizzie Morris, Lola Hudson,
Mary Waters, Francis Piper, Dollie
Willingham, Irene Baldridge, Lula
Jackson, Vera Bishop. MeSsrs, Joe
Entrup, Geo. Brandkamp, A. L. Hub.
bard, Henry Husterman, Chas. Bradley,
Jewell and Herbert Biggers, Edgar
Clark, Grover White, Eugene Hape,
Tommy johnson, Champ Sanders, Ed.
die Shankwaller, Chauncey Kim.
brough, Audraln McDonough, Monte
Brooks, Ray Barnes. On arriving at
the Bush home, music and all the
games OF our childhood" were in.
dulged in, such as Spinning the
Plate, dropping the Handkerchief
PUSSY in the Corner" 'Run Sheep
Rum" etc, were reeled of. Miss
Marcie Bush, In costume Of "Aunt
Dinah," served delicious refreshments
In the beautiful blue room and afforded
much merrlment by her costume and
inimitable and funny actions. Such
heavenly hours do not come every
day; II they did, our lives would soon
vanish away. Several met their soul
mates. AT a late hour the guests
departed, declaring the Misses Bush
very charming h~ostesses and Wishing
Halloween would come oftener.
THE BOB WHITE cALL-NoT OUR BOB.
We clip the following from the
Atchison, (Kansasl Globe. The Owl
wants it distinctly understood that it
was not our Bob White. We think
we will have no trouble In proving
that Bob was not the man. 1t reads
just a little bit like the great editor
OF the Ledger, but we'll wager a Jug
Of Cottonwood Springs water against
a demiiohn Of joy water that 1t was
not our Bob White. Read the article
below and draw your own conclusions /:
"a great many years ago, in a wig
wan, south of town, there lived an
Indian maid Of high birth. Her
father was chief Of the tribe and built
great hopes on his only daughter.
She scorned an Indian brave who
offered her father less than 100 ponies
for her and 10 proud and naughty
fashion broke the hearts of every
young brave In that section. Robert
White, a young white settler, came
out from the East to buy skins of the
Indians, and the proud and naughty
maiden fell desperately in love with
him. Robert White had good taste
and didn't like the smell OF beer oil
on her hair, and scorned her love. In
true Indian fashion, she shot him In
the back with a poisoned arrow. The
girl overcome with remorse, flew from
bis cold and clammy corpse into the
woods, calling as she went In a pitiful
way: "Bob White Bob White !
Bob White II" The hills sent back
the echo, and the birds caught up the
refrain, and from that day to this #
you are in the woods you may hear a
pltiful note with a sob In it calling,
"Bob White Bob White I" What
became Of the maiden is not known.
She was pever seen In flesh again,
though a dusky looking form may be
seen stealing away in the evening
when the birds are calling "Bob
White Bob White Bob White | l''
A woman was kicked on the chin by
a mule, causing her to bite of the end
OF her tongue. Her husband has re-
fused an offer Of $1,000 for the mule.
The sakes alive Can this be true?
Mexico was full of people Saturday.
And they made thu stores that adver-
tise in the Ledger fairly hum. It's a
way they have. You get results.
"Reed is the first avowed candidate
for the Senate. 1t will take a mighty
good man to defeat him." says the
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