Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-05-02

Jerusalem! What paper that
Expansion Courier is! Just got the
six copies you 50 kindly sent me,
had to hire a special delivery to
bring Il from the postoffice even
after my son Rob had opened and
taken copy from the package.
Don't believe It, Ell; we'll, here's
the proof:
United States post Office
Topeka, kan., 3.2s.11.
w. II. Caldwell, State Printer:-
Please call at the post office, pre-
senting this notice, for a package
too large to be delivered by car
rier. Respectfully,
Per No. 80. Postmaster.
And that is the way my old Cour-
Ter has grown! Gee, it does look
good, and It ls certainly an achieve
rnent that merits the patronage
and encouragement Of every citi-
zen Of my old home. We sat up un-
til midnight last night, scanning
the pictures Of faces and the eIe-
CANT structures throughout the
city that its pages 80 faithfully
mirrors. Among all the faces rec
oanize not more than four San
Harper, Yves. Garner, Henry
Throne and Prof. Rheem. Can't re-
aIize that one Of them means Bill
Asbury, although It 10 labeled az
such. Porting over the pages, my
children got enthusiastic and de.
clare that they are going over to
see ottumwa; but It makes my
heart ache to find old memories
rooted out. The only scene that
made my mind freshen was that Of
the HawIey home-that staid old
southern style Of mansion you say
must be RACED, forever obIiterated
because 1t stands In the way Of
modern methods. Looking at that
picture ! can see stately old man
HawIey stepping up and opening
that front door, and can see Jim
or Fred stepping from the street
through the gateway and passing
down the aIIeyway, between the
brick house and the picket fence,
back to the frame rooms added to
the back Of the house proper. The
Hawleys were tlnctured with aris-
tocracy some, but It was splendid
family.
See the network Of railways and
BRIDGES In that river scene! And
then think Of Tay sinnamon's and
Prosser's ferries and the barbar-
Ian bridges above and formerly In
these writings spoken Of. All, look
at the dissertation by monuments
Of brick and stone and iron that
cover the grass spots and sand.
burr patches on the bank Of the
old bass fishing hole; even the
"pint' seems to have sunken be.
meath the arnor Of business
structures. ! don't believe ! want
to sec Ottumwa az those pictures
reveal her in regal spiendor. And
yet I'm not an Fold fogy," be-
lieve In push. But my memory Of
ottunowa is like a sweet dream Of
youth-the associations OF the
twittering, aiistening leaves Of the
native forests in which the hamlet
nestled, the romances Of the youth
Of the city itself are swept away
and like 80 many friends Of my
boyish and young manhood days,
forever gone. II really makes me
want to ehed tears to the memory
Of the past, It Is now only repeti.
tion Of the wonder mirage-in i'm
aoinati only can ever look upon
dear old ottun1wa. Farewell, old
friend! I'd like to welcome the
new usurper. I'd like to para
phrase and say "ottumwa is dead!
Iona live ottumwal" but just now
nv heart e too full Of affection for
the primitive ways and the rugged
feIIowship Of unpretentlous Of
tumwa to extend the greetings to
which the empress Of today is en-
titled. Yet i thank you for this me-
mento Of your own enterprise.
Never, In our widest dreams, did
we three IN, G. & H.) ever grasp
At such stupendous newspaper
business. Compare this expansion
copy with the very first copy Of the
Daily Courier that personally
pulled on the old Washington hand
press (and which Is one OF most