The Oskaloosa herald., 1916-03-30

to do with the remarks madeAby D..
w. Loring at a town meeting once
upon n time. The exigencies of the
occasion demanded quick action and
Mr.. oring advised that something
be done simultaneously, altogether,
and at once!"
Every time we see John Mattison
we think of the time we tried to set
up a tent on Skunk river in rain
storm, and after we had turned III
over three or four times it held wat6f
Ike a sieve. Ernie Cunningham and
Harry ShiPley were along and the
only pleasant recollections of the
whole excursion was the custard that
Ernies mother had made and which
was say ed by turning a bucket up
side down over ii. And. what a JOY
.camping used to be among the big
catfish ponds that bred sand flies and
mosquitoes. over the river from the
mouth "a Painter Greek. But in ear
her days there must have been some
thing worse than mosquitoes. Major
Lacey in. an address at Eveland,
which he says was named after the
original mother of us all, years ago
said: Some of the old settlers may
remember the Prairie Digs of the
carly day. When ] was seventeen 4
made nv debut in life BY attempting
TO teach school, | boarded around,
and at the opening of school the digs
we're confined to single family. But
the close of the school showed how
good mixer the teacher was. The
whole noighborhood was digging"
Admiral Frank Fletcher the sp.
preme head OF thu United States
Navy, got his feet wet and took to
water" along old Spring Creek, when
that stream did not belle its name by
going dry every summer. And short
~ after the first typewriter was
bought for the court house, bill
came before the board of supervisors
for ribbon for the typewriter" 1t
is said that r. w. Moore was willing
to admit that she was nice little
girl but be thought it was going too
far to buy her ribbons. Then anoth-
err time J. B. Bolton was telling Judge
Dewey what the law was. Where
did you find that statute?' asked the
Judge. ''In the Amounted code of
Iowa" came the reply. And back in
Judge J. Kelley Johnson's time, col.
ored man bv the name of Patterson
was brought into court for some Of
fence. When asked by the Judge If
he wished a lawyer, he replied. mo.
sab. If yo' honoh please, Is had
troubles enuf already. ~,
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Maetta J. Evans, whom at school
we called May" possibly because OF
her resemblance to- the merry month
of that name, was so precise that the
rest of us used to feel abashed. But
think of her now writing fiction for
the magazines! And they say Jeff
Harbour used to crochet as good, as
any of the girls at Beacon, yet he
grew up to be the editor of the Youths
Companion. Woods Hutchinson
COULD not play, shiny or skate for
sour apples when we knew him at
Penn college, yet there is not a maya
zine in the country which, would not
2 take his stuff now at a3'price that
would make the rest of us, whistle
Robert Meredith, who went around
the world on sixty dollars. once slept
on a wagon tongue, and could qualify
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Major S n. NJ Byers, who leaped in
to tame by his Sherman's March tC
the Sea, used to wade knee deep il
mud as a boy in OskalOOsa, and play
marbles with Col Al Swain, until the
latter became devil-in the Herald
Office. Professor Warman, who went
hat!es8 in winter time and yelled
"Yaw! Hoo" at five o'clock in the
morning, is still busy in Los An
geIes, and says he is going to hell
bury the last of the G. A. R.--that il
the last one except himself. Their
there are Liston McMillen and. Rob
ert Kissick who have written books
ard Lou Shangle who once wrote {
brief for the United States supreme
court. Carrie McAyeal Ogilvie, wht
is editor of the Midwestern Magazine
of Des MONIES, got her training in try
ing to teach this young idea how t.
shoot Entered then Nal Rose, tn,
sweet singer of today, whose life ha
been burdened almost beyond meas
ure, and yet whose verses breathe
the air of spring eternal and radiatt
perennial joy.
But, gracious friends, we must bt
going. o. A. Martin, our "Farme
Poet" in his book entitled Spark
From a Farmers Anvil" page 1862
ard beginning at the first line of thu
sixth verse of the 726th poem of thu
5S79 written up to that date, sings:
How foolish it is to longer wait,
Level your gun and keep it straight
Then you a marksman sure will be
In that land where all are free"
And lest somebody might accident
ally pnll the trigger, we will qui
right here. with a fond farewell. e.
!, THE ROUSTABOUT.
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