Webster City freeman. [volume] (Webster City, Hamilton County, Iowa) 1884-1946, 1913-08-26
Mrs. Geo. E. Pickett Entertains a
a Large Audience at the Web
ster City Chautauqua
Assembly.
q. A. R. ATTEND IN A BODY
Mrs. Bess Gearhart Morrison in Pre-
lude and Also Recital in
Evening.
Prom Saturdays Daily:

The weather man contrived tc
give us a perfect day for the fifth
day of the local Chautauqua and the
attendance was large.
Mrs. Bess Gearhart Morrison OF
Lincoln, Nebraska, gave prelude
recital yesterday afternoon preceding
an address by Mrs. George p. Pick
1T, and also the entire evenings en-
Etainment.
NJ The Chautauqua at Waterloo has
dls1 osed and its manager declares
that Mrs. Morrison's re-engagements
surpass in number the recalls of
any other Chautauqua speaker.
At her prelude recital, she assur-
ed her audience that she laid no
claim to being an elocutionist, but
was simply a story-teller; that she
had no particular message, but was
just an entertainer and likened her
self to the tug-boat that goes out
into the channel to tow in other
crafts and it was indeed splendid
craft that she was bringing before
us in the person Of Mrs. Pickett. The
few readings in the afternoon made
all wish for more Before ANNOUNCE
ing her first number, she repeated
what she has named "The story OF
my Life'-an ingenious arrange
ment bringing in. the names OF some
iifty-four or sixty we'll known mag
azines--an amusing play upon
words. Her first number, as always,
was poem from the pen of James
Whitcomb Riley. ut ia the only
way / can do him honor" said Mrs.
Morrison, and will read one of his
favorites, an illustrated copy OF
which hangs in his room today.
down there on Lockerhe street In
Indianapolis, where he sits, a con-
Grmed invalid, waiting for the sum
set. This selection was: Waiting
for the Cat to Die" Her next was
a poem OF three verses by Edmund
Vance Cook, written when he was
Ill, and three months later had been
translated into five different Ian
guages. We are sure the reader
would like to see them in print.
did you tackle the trouble that
came your way.
With a resolqlte heart and cheer
full?
Or hide your face from the light Of
day
With a craven heart and fearful?
o, troubles ton or troubles an
A trouble is what you make it;
It's not the fact that you're hurt
that counts,
But only how did you take it?
You were beaten to earth. well, well,
what's that?
Come up with smiling face.
It's nothing against you to fall down
fat,
But 10 be there that's disgrace.
The harder you'll hit, the higher
you'll bounce,
Be proud Of your blackened eye,
It's not the fact that you're licked
that counts,
But how did you fight, and why?
And though you are done to death
what then,
II you've battled the best you
could?
II you took your place in this world
OF men
The Critic will call it good.
Death comes with crawl or comes
with pounce,
And whether he's slow or spry.
It's not the fact that you're dead
that counts,
But only how did you die?
An amusing monologue, 1.-THE
cak," followed and the closing num-
her was Riley's "Old Glory" written
in single night and the last stanza
being the most perfect tribute to our
flag ever penned by man:
by the driven snow white and the
living blood red of my bars
With their heaven of stars over
head,
BY the symbol combined OF them all
skyward cast,
As / float from the steeple or far
from the mast,
Or droop DER the sod where the Ions
grasses nod,
Ny same is as old as the glory Of