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Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-10-19
At the Strand.


A story of big business, exposing the
intrigue and trickery of unscrupulous
financial powers. is told in Fighting
Odds which is presented at the
Strand, with Maxine Elliott in the
leading role.
The automobile industry furnishes
the background and foundation for
Fighting Odds" "a rising manufac-
turer, James Copley, becomes the OBJ
ject Of the schemes OF the unscrupu-
lous John w. Blake, financial power of
Wall street, and is made the head of
a gigantic motor combine. But in his
sudden rise to power he steps into the
trap set to ruin him as a business man.
Blake brings about condition which
makes Copley criminally responsible
for the failure Of the combination and
results In his being sent to prison.
His loyal wife, who has been won
derful influence in all of his former
successes clears his name and brings
Blake to account.
In all her successes it Is doubtful If
Miss Elliott ever had q roe which
made greater claims upon her dramatic
talent. She at times expresses the
very depths Of sorrow .nd again rises
to the heights of emotional citation.
Miss Elliott !s supported by an excel
lent cast, which includes Charles Dali
ton, Henry c!!-c, George Gas!!, Regard
Hughston, William T. Carleton ;nd
Eric Hudson.
1.-THE Making Of a War Poster" and
an animated cartoon entitled Der CAPS
tain's Valet" completes the bill.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-10-19
AMUSEM ENTS.
Neil o'5rien's Ministries Play to Big
Business at Odeon.

EuSineSS at Ooeohs
| Neil O'Brien came into his own at
the Odeon Thursday night. During the
five seasons O'Brien has had his Great
American Minstrels" on the road he
has been sparring for a foothold To-
cally. The early years Of this new
aggregation in minstrelsy were not
profitable here, but each season has
witnessed growing popularity, until last
night saw the theater we'll filled by
an audience which received the enter
tainment with enthusiasm.
Much the same company appearing
last year gave the offering last night.
| OBrien himself was much less con-
spicuous than on any former appear
ance. and perhaps he feels that now
that he has succeeded in establishing
| his reputation he can take things cas-
Ter. His audience would liked to
| have seen and heard more from him,
but fortunately O'Brien is not the
whole show" The comedians in
cluded Joe" Coffman, Joe" Willard,
Eddie" Ross. and Reggie" Futch.
| With Leslie Berry again presiding
over the first part this portion Of the
entertainment included the usual ar
ray Of talent, both in voice and feet.
]. Lester Haberkorn displayed by far
| the best voice Of the evening IN his "My
Hawaii, You're Calling Me-" and Mr..
Berry sang Lookout Mountain" very
well. F'utch's dancing, and also that Of
the Waller brothers, also were features
of the first part.
AS usual Eddie" Ross made the hit
Of the evening with his superb work
on the banjo. He also whistled and
gave a monolog. The latter probably
was very funny for persons in the au-
dience who never had heard it be-
| fore, but for those, and many Of them,
who have heard about "Eddie's" fam
lily for three or four years straight,
| there was not so mucn 11umor Mr..
Ross would please his old admirers
very much If. next season, he would
return with something new.
The feature Of the o1io was g -aa!!,-
| funny sktt written by Mr.. O'Brien in
verse, and given as a dancing story.
1t was entitled "Mandy's Syncopated
Reception" and was clever in every
way. THE Cruise of the Ebony Yacht
Club was somewhat of labored ef
fort and not nearly as strong a finale
as Mr.. O'Brien has given local audi
ences before.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-10-19

amusing, and the Hong Kong Girls. In
a musical comedy entitled ''Chop Suey"
are the hit Of the show. Their comedy
work II well done, and the entire act
keeps the audience in constant laugh
ter.
A Keystone Sennett comedy.
entitled Whose Baby?" and the Pathe
News Weekly, are good.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-10-19
Three Are EXEMPTED,

Three young men whom the local
exemption board exempted for claims
filed, and whose exemptions were APP
pealed to the district board by County
Attorney Scott for the government
have been exempted by the district
board, according to notice received this
forenoon. They are Bryan A. Smith
Clemens; Roy r. Wallace. Waterloo;
and J. II. Blink, Rhodes.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-10-19
LOCAL MARKETS.
prices Paid to Farmers by Marshall
town Merchants.

Prices Paid to Farmers by Marshall
town Merchants.
The following prices are quoted D.
Marshalltown dealers for the dineren'
varieties Of farmers provisions. gran
and produce.
The Olson Grocery Company quotes
the following prices:
Butter-42.
Eggs-3S.
Benedict Flour and Feed Company
will pay the following prices at thel.
place of business in this city. suoJec'
however, to market changes:
Corn-1.65.
Oats-.53.
Wheat-2.00.
The following market quotations are
furnished by H. Willard. Son & Co.:
Clear medium native wool-55@o1.
Coarse and low-50@52.
Light, fine-454 so.
Heavy, fine-3s.
Pelts-1.00@2.50.
No. hides-15.
No hides-14.
Horse hides, tail on-5.oO.
Hog skins-50.
Beeswax-27@2S.
Two Recruited For Aviators.
Two recruits for the aviation section
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-10-19
Iin.nsad "a Mad.

Anton L. Witte farmer, aged 10, and
Margaret f. Propp, aged Is, both OF
Melbourne.
r. +. White, aged "a, and Lois Gid
den aged %, both of this city.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-10-19
At the Casino.

The usual weekend bill Of vaude-
VILE and pictures Is the program at the
Casino for the rest Of the week. The
Hale brothers, in bits Of vaudeville, are
a pair OF expert jugglers and balancers
who have good act that is we'll above
the average. Airing and Mack. in sing
ing and talking, offer the usual line OF
song and conversation. Yank and Dixie,
in the playlet. ION Broadway are
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-10-19
Var For knitters,

Yarn for the knitted garmentA Tor
the soldiers has been received At ths
Red Cross rooms In the public insafy.
and after Oct. 26 q knitting class WIN
be held one afternoon each week -
charge OF Mrs. Anna Smelling.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-10-19

Fire. lightning ana tornado Insurance.
George r. Norris. over ~ West Main
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-10-19

Thursday night to enlist. They were
Roy II. Baker, Bower Mills. Mo-, ana
Raymond Hiatt. living near the city.
Norwich bulletin., 1917-12-27
THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE
BOYS ARD GIRLS DEPARTMENT

they are good who make everybody about them miserable; and they are not half as good as they think them selves to be.
 To make the New Year Happy we should insist upon keeping ourselves pleasant, for do you not see that if all kept pleasant life would be some thing to praise instead of to find fault with.
 We cannot be happy by finding fault and disobedience and expecting of others very much more attention and service than we are willing to render to them ourselves
 This is all that is the matter with the world. There are too many shirk- CTS. and snarlers and meddiers and cheats, and these are wishing every body a Happy New Year while .hee do nothing to make the year a happy one to those who live with or deal with tfem.
 Uncle Jed and the Wide-Awal1es are wishing everyone 3. Happy New Year and we arc going to do all we can to make the year one of pleasure to ourselves and to others
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reading. then, as you are now. Why, now mother calls you "a regular little book worm!" But those mattresses were fun to jump on. though! You raised cloud of dust every time you Jumped, burt that was all the more fun. dflapidated old spinning-wheei staggered drunkenly on two legs, and was saved from falling only by com quilts, the work of Aunt Clarissa- Aunt Olive and Aunt Angie combined. You wondered if you would ever have the patience to make any patchwork quilts. You just hate to sew. now, and hope you never have to. You have sewed only once or twice, when you made dresses for your doll. Remem- Der the time you borrowed Aunt Olives funny, old, square trimmed glasses, and pretended you were an old lady sewing for her grandchildren? What made them all laugh at you?
 Oh. yo1I must look inside of thote inviting bandboxesi What funny lit tie hats!-about the size of your dolls, with perky feathers and ribbons ga fore. Was that smallest one, trimmed with jet and black silk ribbons and black feathers, and with two "bnnnit- strings hanging down in back. Aunt Clarissa's Sunday go to-meetin' hat You hope you never have. to wear monstrosity like that.
 An aTnfab1e, three-Iegged, broken stove seemed to stare at you curio11s1y. IHe oven QOOT was naIL OI, anu " WdS about as old as the hills. A rusty old sword hung about it in a precari- ous position, something like the sword of Danoclcs, but 1t was hung on nail instead of by a single hair.
 In that little horse-hair trunk was a funny old fiddle. Almost all the strings were gone and the bow was broken in two. You wondered who had ever played that antique instrument. The trunk also contained two or three time-worn, hoop-skirted dresses. of a long time ago, and-oh, joy!-two dolls. Snch quaint little dolls, with shiny china heads and cut dresses miniatures of those large ones. Did grandmother have those for her best doll when she was little you asked yourself, thinking of Mar/e Betty, your fiaxen haired, blue-eyed, beauti- full doll downstairs.
 "It5s nearly. time I went down." you say and turn to go, but console your self with the thought of another. fu- turc visits to the realm of the past Not many people appreciate that old corn house the way YOU do. Even if you aren't very old. you know a good thing when you see it. "Hopt I don't get scoIdedi" you whisper, for you never know when Aunt Olive is go- ing to scoId But you're going to get some cookies, anyway!
 MARGARET NOSwORTHY, Age 13.
 Hanpton.
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STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE
 AWAKES.
Our Hai.o.we'eo Party.

I am going to tell you about our Halloween party. It was coming Halloween and I asked my mother ii l could have a Halloween party. She said she didn't care if helped her. So l told her I would. It was about a week before HaF1owe'en night. On the day before Halloween I began to prepare for my party
 gathered some tall corn to trim the room, and made pumpkin moon shines, to set on a stand in each cor ner. l cut out witches and black CT things to make it pretty I help ed my mother cook cakes and other nice things.
 l sent invitations to a great many or my friends and told them to be dressed in some kind of costume. invited fifteen boys and fifteen girls
 At last the evening came for the in l put a jack-o-lantern in their races to scare them. I put a, sheet over my head so that I would look like ghost in the dark
 The room looked very nice. It was lighted with electric lights
 After the children were seated we played many games and played some pieces on the piano Some of the games were bobbing for apples. trying 10 hlte piece out of an apple, tied Dy the stem, and hung on a nail. We had lots of fun in these games. Wa tried to guess how many beans were m jar. We were very anxious to see Who got the nearest. The one who guessed the nearest we gave a prize Then it was time for our lunch. We had fancy cookies, cakes, candy, fruit and other nice things. There was a big pumpkin moon-shire in the center or the table. Each one was given
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ciaws?" and the little boy answered Santa, Claws," T should fink he would be afraid" {" said Dolly, just find of claws" Ruby Roe leased to sit up and watch till Santa Claws came. but her mamma wouldn't let her." said Geor- gina. Did you ever want to sit up and watch when you were little?" T am, not sure whether it was ear ly in the morning or late at night when I first woke. It was very dark, and had slid down on the pillow iin- til only my head sat up in the cor My clothes were all twisted and rolled about me, too, and was a miserably uncomfortable child.'
 Did you get up and undress? ?" ask ed Georgina.
 "No; everybody was asleep and I was afraid. So I smoothed myself and pillow out the best I could and went to sleep again. But, I was not at all a merry looking child in the morning"
 Did your mother know it ?'' ''I don't remember wanting to set up, but one Christmas eve when my mother had gone to see a sick neigh bor, and did not go up to bed with me and tuck me in as usual, I got into bed with my clothes on, shoes and all The girl who worked for us came when I called and took the light away. After she had gone I put up a pillow
 
 and sat up against it, so I could be almost up-and entirely dressed in the morning. I thought this would not waste any time, and after awhile I went to sleep in that queer condi- tion."
 Did you wake up early?" asked Dolly.
 %, yes! And she took off my muss- ed garments, freshened me with a hath and advised me quite earnestly r7n fn I rn p,,+ . need advice. One such experiment was enough for me-
 That was awfully funny" said Georgina.
 There doesn't anyfing happen to anyffng else as funny as happens to Christmas, does there? ?" said Dolly, with her usual manner of getting a long sentence together.
 T know it," agreed Georgina LAWRENCE GAUTHIER Age 12 Brooklyn,
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Work Rhyme.

The world for long ages lay desert and wild Till God put in worker@-man. woman,
 and child, To hunt and to baild. and to plant and to tame, Till now this ole world can look
 scarcely the same. But think of the work that remains V to be done: There's plenty for every soul under
 the sun. And work that is waiting for me and
 for you Not any one else can as perfectly do. So up and to work with the dawn of
 the light. If you would deserve to sleep soundly
 at night. With roadways and bridges and houses to build, And fiocks to be~folded and fields to
 he titled, The sick and the old and the children S to tend; And bodies and hearts that are broken
 to mend, And secrets to learn of earth water,
 and air: New things to invent and old things to repair. And music to make and great books E to be read. '..->-~-- And wisdom to learn from the living
 and dead. Oh. up and to work with the dawn of the light. -.e, azyou would deserve to steep sdnndly
 at night
 Edith L. NJ. King:
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POETRY
Success.

There is always a way to rise, my. lad, Always . way to advance, But the road that leads to Mount Sue cess Does not pass by the way of Chance :; It goes through the stations of work and Strive, Through the Valley of Perscvere, and the man that succeeds while oth- CTS fair Must be willing to pay most dear. For there's always way to fall, my lad,
 Always a way to slide, And the men you find at the foot of the hill All sought for an easy ride. So on and up, though the road be rough And the storms come thick and fast: There is room a t the top for the fellow who tries. And victory comes at last. -
 Selected
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The Battle of the Tin Army.


 Just as Ned was about to give the order, Forward! Charge!" to his ready armies, father called the busy general to dinner. Papa" begged Ned after the meal was finished, please come and see my soldiers fight g battle. I left them all ready to charge" Before father had time to answer there was a loud confusion in the nur- sery. Bang! Boom! C1atterI Cut teri"
 Hurry! Hurry. cried Ned. "Just hear the terrible battle!" Sure enough, when the little gen. eral burst onto the battlefield he found ing while he was away. Many brave men lay dead. Field pieces were over turned. The trenches were torn to pieces. Battle flags were scattered in the dust. Wounded men were strewn all about. Over to one side a Red Cross ambulance was waiting to carry it's load from the bloody field Three airships still lowered over the confused scenes of struggle. One had fallen in a wreck upon the ground. Ned's father began to laugh. Ned laughed, too. For crouched in a cor ner was Buster the big yellow cat. He had spied the tiny airships swinging hack and forth and had leaped for them. No doubt he had mistaken them for little birds and had caused all the same, Ned likes to tell about the time when his tin soldiers really fought. RALPH OLSEN, Age 14. Baltic
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The Christmas Tree.

It was Aunt Susan's plan She is
 always doing something to make some
 one happy. She said to papa and
 mamma: ''The children have never seen a Christmas tree. We must have Christmas tree for them.' And papa and mamma both said: "Oh, yes, Susan! That will be the very thing"
 Then they all three put their heads together to take us by surprise. Aunt Susan bought the presents. l know she did; for I remember now that she came home, one day. looking Eery sly, with some brown paper par cels tucked away in her muff. She couldn't have put all the presents in to her huff, though; and how they got into the house. and how that tree got in, without my knowing it, is more than I could tell.
 I keep my eyes open; know pretty ahead of me this time But I see now why it was that we were all kept up stairs that afternoon. When was on the point of asking Jane to go down and play battledoor
 with me in the sitting room. Aunt Su-
 san popped up and said, Look here,
 Charley; have some pictures to show you"
 "Oh, yes! I was not wanted down stairs just then"
 Papa and mamma must have been fixing the tree about that time.
 Well, stayed and looked at the pie lures until it was dark, when we heard
 papa's voice in the entry, calling to us to come down.
 The entry was dark; but when papa
 opened the door of the sitting room,
 there came a blaze of light. and there
 we saw the Christmas tree in all its
 glory.
 What a gorgeous sight it was! Poor little Tot didn't know at first
 whether to laugh or cry. Jane threw
 up her hands with delight. I was quite amazed; and as to the baby,
 she almost jumped out of Aunt Su- sans arms.
 We stood for a moment, gazing at
 the tree without saying a word.
 Pap pulled out a rocking horse and
 said: Here Tot, this is for you.'' Then mamma took up a splendid doll and said: "Jane. this is marked
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Drawing Pictures.

Here's a horse!" said Johnnie boy, Heres the horse's rider: Here's the great big elephant, Heres the clown beside her." '1>et me take your slate" said I. Surely I must see All. these very splendid things You have drawn for me" But upon the slate I saw Nothing but a line M Aa5Sing some three -cornered thing Llke a mystic sign, Why" said Johnnie don't you see ? That is just the tent: No, one sees the show inside Less they pays cent"
 The Churchnau
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The Corn House.

You never knew why they called it "the house." It had been called that ever since you could remember and probably before, too. Perhaps they used to store grain there. once upon a time, who knows? But they didn't any more. It was a treasure house of delight for inquisitive little bodies, who slipped out of the house when mother had gone out and when the great-aunts weren't looking.
 Aunt Angie is probably making cookies you thought to yourself ''rlI get some from her when I come loveliest cookies, though? And gfn- gerbread, Ummm,"
 When you got up those steep, high steps which you thought would never It was such a big place to you, you who were so little then and hadn't seen much of the world. It was ideal happiness to you to spend a summ CT big, white house in Hampton. The house had lovely, big, velvety lawn and a funny old fashioned white fence with gate that squeaked delightful ly on it's hinges. Just as Aunt Mary g gate does now. You used to stand protesting old fence gate. much to the annoyance of Aunt Olive, who would scold you soundly while you drowned and looked su1ky. Then you drowned run to Aunt Angie for consolation, which she would give you in the shape of caraway- cookies or some delicious, soft gingerbread.
 But to return to our courthouse. It was quite dusty up there, lighted only by two small, dusty and cobwebbed windows through which a few pale, sickly-loo1ing beams of light crept. Up over the windows was an old pair of bellows, almost like the pair Aunt Angie used to start the fire with, in the morning. only one handle was gone and it was almost hidden with dust.
 Way over the other side you dis cerned two ancient mattresses almost hiding an old trunk which was all but falling to pieces. The trunk brought to light only some old books and papers which didn't interest you in the least. You weren't so fond of
Norwich bulletin., 1917-12-27
UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE
 AWAkES.

Uncle Jed wishes all the young folks who write for this page and all who read it a HAPPY NEW YEAR!
 This greeting is old, and has for ages been made a kindly sentiment instead of a cheering and inspiring greeting
 No one can make the year happy for us but ourselves and we with others may make it very unhappy for our selves and others by our conduct and cur habits.
 When We wish people a Happy New Year we do not do as we ought if we do not do all we can to make it agree able for ourselves and others.
 There arc many people who think
Norwich bulletin., 1917-12-27
Are You Loyalf

are rou Ioyatl
 Roy and Fred each wore a small American flag in his lapel. for they, like everyone else, wanted to show that they loved the flag.
 As the boys were coming out of the school yard, old Mrs. Waite, who lives next door, leaned from her window to ask:
 Twill either of you boys take this he adquarters? I've just finished knit ting them, and I hear. they are in a hurry to get them off,
 '1 can't said Roy. "I haven't time this noon" He added in an undertone to Fred: You know we want to put in all our spare time practicing for football. and that's five blocks out of the way"
 But Fred paid no attention to Roy. "I1l take them.' he called back. And let me know when you have some more to do down.
 As he turned away with the bundle he touched the little flag he wore and said: 'I guess I care for this more than five blocks worth"
 Boys and girls. let us begin to treasure our devotion to our flag. It isn't much to wear it, to salute it, to stand al attention as it goes by, to arise when they sing The Star Span to do. Do you care for your flag enough to take extra steps. to use your leisure in knitting or sewing such things as boys and girls can make. to do without luxuries. and buy things for the Red Cross?
 EDITH PHILLIPS, Age 1s.
 Versailles
Norwich bulletin., 1917-12-27
WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS.

Leah Hayden of North Windham Two Boy Gold Miners.
 2--Edith Phillips of versailles-The Boys of Bellwood School
 3@Margaret E. Noteworthy of Hamp- ton-Bob Chester's Grit.
 4-Rose Demuth of Ba1tfc-The Sad dle-Roys on the Rhine.
 5--i.aurence Gauthier of Brooklyn Moving Picture Boys on the Coast
 6--Rairh Olsen of Baltic--Fred Fen ton on the Crew
 Olive Guile of Norwich-The Boy Scouts on War Trails in Belgium.
 s-John Fox of Norwich-Airship Andy.
 Winners of prize books living in the city may call at The Bulletin business oflce for them at any hour after 20 a. m. on Thursday