The Mena weekly star., 1916-05-04
ACORN.

ACORN.
 Mrs Mack Reid has been quite sick for the past week
 Alex Roylen has been visiting in Mena for several days
 NIT. and Mrs T. J Hogan were sun day visitors at the C. R. Hale home
 Ivan Rowe and Miss Hessie Roach were Sunday evening guests or Miss Anna Reid
 Gene Anderson is completing the carpenter work on the residence of C R. Hale
 Win Tucker and family of Mena spent Sunday at Acorn with Mir. and Mrs J. D. Tucker
 Mir. and Mrs. Joe Garland and chil- aren were dinner guests of MT. and Mrs T. L. Belt on Sunday last.
 Alr. and Mrs Jack owens were Sun day afternoon guests of Mir, and Mrs. k l. Barron of Mountain View farm.
 John owens has been renovating his orchard and has removed a number of apple trees which were over 6o years old.
 A great many slaves are being brought in from Posey Hollow and carload was shipped out on Saturday last
 T D Reid and B V. Garden went last Thursday to Muse, Ok. to look after business matters They returned Thursday
 T. D. Reid and son Mack Intend to go on Tuesday of this week to Denver. Colorado Springs and other western points with a view to selecting lo- cation.
 Rev Mir. Fields held services last Saturday night at owens chapel and at the same place on sunday after noon Both meetings were we'll at tended
 Mrs L G. Harris of Union Grove was at Acorn Sunday afternoon to meet Mir Harris on his return from Oklahoma. His return, however. was delayed until Thursday
 In our last weeks items we made a little mistake concerning services at owens chapel next Sunday. Rev. MT. Kelley will preach at that place Sun day at II, immediately following Sun day school
 MT. and Mrs wooten and Mir and Mrs. R. E. McCann and their families of Mena were all Sunday guests of MT and Mrs. Peter McWllliam at their Golden Acres" farm. MT and Mrs Chris Mathis were also guests for the afternoon at Golden Acres"
 Mrs. Adam Garrett Bare and son. James Benjamin, of Kansas City, who had been visiting here for the past month, went to Heavener on Thurs day last, accompanied by Mrs B s. Petefish, mother of Mrs. Bare. They remained in Heavener until Saturday as guests of MT. and Mrs. Harry Pete fish. when they went on to Kansas City. where Mrs. B. s. Petehsh will make an extended visit.
 Life in the Navy.
 Nowadays, when we hear and read so much concerning preparedness, and when so much interest centers in the army and navy, the wideawake and up-to-date person gathers all the in formation possible. Therefore. ex- tracts from a recent letter written by our naval recruit, Hobart Starbuck, will be interesting. From the naval yard at Norfolk. Va, Hobart has been transferred to the first-class battle ship Delaware. He writes as follows:
 This is great battleship and is in the first division. She has six 12-inch guns, and 109 guns from 12 inches down to 5 inches. The 12-inch guns are mounted in a turret--two guns to each one-and they can be moved in any direction, and raised or lowered to an angle of 45 degrees" AS to regu- lations." writes Hobart, i've have to change uniforms every time the off cers think of it. and that is about six or eigth times every day. except when We are coaling the ship or painting it. AbodIu the DtleAhft we nave the best band in the feet and we surely have a great time. but for all that. this is a lonesome life. Hello. there goes the bugle, and that means stop" As a supplement to this interesting ac- count Acorns sailor boy sends a copy of the Sailors Prayer" which we know will be interesting to any who may have desire to sail the briny deep:
 The SaIIor'S Prayer Now l lay me down to sleep I pray thee, Lord. my soul to keep, I trust that no sailor will take My shoes or sox before I wake Lord. please guard me in my slumber And keep my hammock and it's number: May no clues or lashings break And let me down before I wake Keep me safe within thy sight, And grant no fire drills in the night, And in the morning let me wake, Breathing the scent of a sirloin steak God protect me in my dreams. And make 1t better than it seems; Grant that the time will swiftly fly When I myself will rest on high In a snowy feather bed Where l long to rest my head: Far away from all these scenes And the smell of half-baked beans; Take me back into the land Where they don't scrub down with
 sand
 Where no demon typhoon blows. Where the women wash the clothes God. thou knowest all my woes, Help me fin my dying stress Take me back I will promise then Never to leave my home again. Amen
 Live Oak