Putnam patriot., 1913-03-14
NORTH WOODSTOCK

4 postponed Lincoln and Washing ton social was held in Society Hall last Friday evening and although the weather was quite disagreenble there was a geod attendance. A baked bean supper was served by Mrs. William Brown and Mrs. Irving Paine. An excellent program of quartet singing and appropriate recitations followed.
 Mrs Wendell Witter is entertaining her brother, N illiam Angell of Pr0yi. 1 denee.
 The Marte l family which boug ht the Amasa Morse farm, moved in the past week.
 Lester Starr is quite sick with the measles.
 Mrs. William Brown is quite seri- ously ill with intestinal indigestion and is partially paraiyzed as result.
 Miss Mary F. Potter spent the week end in New York, staying while there in the same building with Miss Flor ence Warren.
 Last Tuesday was the fiftieth anni- versary of the marriage of MT. and Mrs. Foster Child of Village Corners, North Woodstock. They were mar. ried on the Huh day of March, 1863, at Dudley, Mass, by the Rev. Henry Pratt, the bride being Miss Eliza Orms bee of the well known family of that name of Worcester and New Boston.
 The couple spent forty years ofitheir half-century of welded life in the Child homestead, where they now live and where Mir. Child was born, the house originally built by Daniel Child. Owing to the frail health of Mrs. Child and the cloudy April skies, there was not large attendance at this local golden wedding, but there was good cheer at the home of the aged couple; and remembrances in flowers, gold coin, cards, and letters of sympathy and congratulations from home friends and out.of-town relatives. In honor of the occasion Melancthon Riddick sent in long feelingly ex pressed poem and C. l.. Rawson contributed the follow ing offhand jingle: In this Poets verdant past, When he was green and Timber, If to Golden Wedding asked He sneaked for the shady timber! When gratulations were in order And the organ droned its tune, | tHe was miles across the border Haunting the moonlight coon. Should auld acquaintance be forgot Was not the hymn for me: Double.tying the wedding knot, Were nuptials from which he'd flee Now every tip on marriage goes. Time brings a social change. | Wedding guests are not my foes And I've lost the wish to range. | When called to social function We have no doubts or frets: It's a case of extreme unetion We no longer send regrets. 1 If it's plain house warming 0rjust quick surprise, With Neighbors all a.swarmiag With cake and cream supplies; Your Poets first on hand, Bound for royal time, Keyed up to beat the band Eager to spout his rhyme. When he cannot read his script He on his nerve relies: He sure is not half-stripped But goes on to improWise. Right up to the spirit of things in long, long ,climh; | Though not touched with PoeGy $ wings Yet with hearty, .work-a-day rhyne. When it's wedding of TIN He hardly feels inspired. At a CRYSTAL he's 10th to begin, The Muse seems hopelessly mired. 
 At aamarriage really SILVER gilt Inspiration. seems to move Pen slips in to the hilt, The machine gets into the groove. Ready in fighting trim
 When it's Wedding of GOLD - The think tank filled to the hrim
 With ideas In no sense cold. Together fifty years
 Still travelling hand in hand So much of hope--se few fears
 In this pilgrimage grand. More miles upon the ocean
 Than maRy globe trotters tony And not a seasick notion
 On their Sea of Matrimony: By Father Time's hour-glass
 This pair stand here alone; Few couple ever pass
 Into their exalted zone. To what secret of Hymen's love
 Do they hold the magic key? Tell us Benedicts of a score.
 Whisper in confidence to ine. Married women one and all
 Are also in full cry
 For the open sesame call
 To prolong the marriage tie. What heightened their Hymel bond?
 Loves compelling force. Their lexicon so fond
 Omits the word Divorce. Isn't it Duty, Honor, Thrift,
 With no aXioms to dispute, That gives the upward lift
 No fifis within the lute. Records crumble like lime
 In their long forward march. A two-generations climb
 toward Heavens gracious arch. From this long.wedded pair
 No need of grace withhold Away up the Golden Stair
 I. ols s,h f,f f-h cd