Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-11-07
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}membrance Of it is fragrant vet.
! have not seen Aunt Jenny for over
a third of a century, and regret very
much that she was absent on visit
with Mrs yarble, her daughter, In
Louisville. KY, when myself and wife
were in Ottumwa She was expecting
Ito return soon. but never again looked
|upon the scenes with which for over
fsixty years she was familiar and had
made part of. She had attained a
good old age, rs years. Cttnmwa with
tout Dick and Jenny Warden is like q
rich old plsm pudding with conspicu.
tous fruit picked out. did not expect
her to live always on this earth, and
while grieved at her passing away, !
lam not shocked, for feel certain that
latter "lifes fitful fever" she has gone
Ito her reward in the eternal hereafter
THAT, judged by our understanding Of
! that hereafter Mrs. Warden Is among
the blessed. . &.e
T There was camp meeting held out
about Dahlonega. In the primative
days. at which Mr.. and Mrs Warden,
lHeman P, Graves, John Graves and
their families and others Joined in a
| large tent. Now both the Mrs Graves
(although not related) were of lively,
sunny disposition, so that that parti.
, cular. tent was target of attraction.
One day, while the,women were cook
ling Ginner%at the camp fire, Mrs. w.
asked me to get couple of buckets
of water from nearby spring. l pick
| ed up one bucket and worked the bail
rup to my shoulder. Mrs. H. P. Graves
, discovered that there was some water
in that bucket and gave it tilt that
spilled the water and doused me from
shoulder to foot. though it was Aunt
Jenny who did the trick, and picking
up the other bucket that also had
! about quart of water in 1t, threw
that water on her brand new dazzling
white dress, and scampered away. In
different sort Of gown she was wait
Ing on the table. The water was Dip
ped with big gourd. AS I was for
getting the nasty trick played on her
while plugging my face with good
victuals she slipped up behind me and
In q pulpit like voice said, II baptise
|thee''-and yelled the best and loud
est could with that half gallon gourd
me: Even staid old Heman spared a
smile-Tso you old-timers can realize
that that was very funny episode.
l relate these incidents in the
shadow of death of all the parties
named only to remember their kindly
opposition, and prefer to do that to
dwelling upon solemnity and somber
mementos. H.,
Meaning no disrespect for the person
who wrote the item relative to Mrs.
Warden's death, in the Courier Of thu
21st, 1t urges me up to criticism that
I feel is just quote Mrs Warden Is
the widow@of r. II. Warden. one time
editor Of the Courier "At one time
editor is commonplace and does not
i'm the bill r. Fl. Warden was the
founder of the Courier. not only its ed
/ tor but actual proprietor from the
Iday Of it's birth until he sold to Uncle
Jimmie Norris. He had a peculiar way
of setting type that l & never heari
! from anybody else. Pic i1o a stick and
then pick up type 1'ls 2;.l it ir that
stick and with your TIM, jump that
and every type that follows in a line
| up and down so that the rafting re-
sembles b snare drum, and you have
| chronous lively and really entertain
ing after one got used to it. but quite
irritating at first especially if one was
at case on the same stand. His print
shop anathema was "by jiddy;" He'd
work that in on occasions when the
rest of us would indulge in anti Sun
day schol language. I never heard him
tiddy." You would think, by the clattcr
he kept up that he was stringing out
forty or fifty thousands ems a day, but
his biggest days type-setting that I
now recall was to empty his sticks
right along with me and l never rush
ed up more than c.sht thousand in ten
hours. L"&.
in the Myers building then in the saw
mill yard just off Market and Main.
east side. man drove along in front
with team hitched to a load of
slabs. Right in front of the office door
one of the horses balkcd-wouldn't pull
a pound. The driver coaxed, whipped
and yanked that animal every which
way, but it was stubborn and allowed
l It's front legs to wrap around each
other its feet stolidly and firmly set
Dick Warden asked the man If he
would let him start the horse. yes
! yelled the man, "or kill him-I don't
care which," Dick told me to fetch the
turpentine bottle. and as there were
numbers of tame beese In the yard, ii
was no trouble 10 ma q long Tedtner
This he dipped into the bottle. then
raising the horses tail he swiped the
roots of it as close to the animals
hams as he could. The horse kicked
snorted. reared. pumped. and finally
jstarted in an agonized whirling waltz
like Jig souealing and snorting, then
shot out and dragged the other horse
wagon. load and driver away down
Main street and out of sight. Tha,
horse never balked again. He was a
fine animal. as were all animals owned
by his driver. Mike Tnllis.
w. H. Caldwell. '-rr
.s t.ss ~ Topeka, Kans