Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1917-11-29

revelled in rapture again by the bub-
bling spring ut the foot OF the hill
with the girls We used to call our
own, or swooped down the hill on our
snow sleds. Those were days OF real
sport in our teens. We also met Mr..
Roy Thornburgh, an old Normal pal,
who had just closed term as princi-
pal at Willliamsville Public School.
We were glad to learn that he, too,
was in the 18th Infantry. Most every
time we are together We live over
again our splendid days at dear old
Cape. The Des Arc boys who enlist
ed soon after we did, were there too.
They were in q different branch OF
service but we got to see them fre-
quently and have homelike reunion.
Also three of our lady friends OF Des
Arc, Misses Florence Schmidt, Stella
Semands, and Lena Clifton, who were
employed in the city, came to the
parade grounds, to visit US, but they
We're almost too late. We were in
ranks and ready to march to the train
when they arrived.
We were in comfortable quarters af
ter boarding, the train being provided
with Pullman cars. We left the Bar
racks about three O'Clock one after
noon and in short time were rushing
through the pleasant haunts of our
boyhood days thro' the grand old
Ozarks. We were on our way to
Douglas, Arizona. Never before did
those old hills look 30 magnificent and
welcoming, no, the awakening trees
and sparkling waters appeared more
charming than they didin the twilight
of that Sabbath evening. The rabbit
beats, that had oftentimes furnished
US the happiest OF leisure hours
seemed still the same friendly placet
with promise of future sport, ano
from the lofty homes of the frisky
squirrels came whispering tunes oI
the sweet May breezes. The SAME
old boughs, whose yellow leaves many
times had suivered on frosty morn
ings at the report of cur shotgun
while our old dog "Dine" chimed i,
with his deep bass, were bidding u
! friendly goodbye and best wishes
How could old Big Creek "djsplal
: her crystal waters in more appeal
ing manner? In fancy we saw tn
lusty trout lying apparently at cas-
as he watched US on the bank wit
rifle in hand waiting for him to prey
on a struggling insect on the surfac
OF the water, or to be decoyed up b.
q shining pebble. And, too, W.
dreamed for moment of the sleep,
old sucker as he lay motionless on
d ripping shoal blinded by the glare O
our gasoline torch, or we felt tn
swerve of the bow gig that held hin
securely. Then there was the bacl
water slough above the bridge. Hov
could we pass it without seeing
bobbing cork, or feel the rapid jerk o
a timber sycamore pole? Numbers
d aouncing shining perch and drows.
black cats darted into memory as "
went dashing by. AS we came to tn
old swinging bridge we could almos
hear it squeak and feel 1t swing unde
the feet of the rolicking youngsters
j., and, too, it ia held sacred as the mos
prominent in "Lover's Lane," of q
tho "Iads and lassies" Of the town.
: is the connecting link OF the COO
flowing spring with its water-creste
, branch and the shady road to its rigl
- and left. How often have we listen
ed to the crystal waters that mingle
with the softer tones while watchin
the stream on it's ceaseless journe
le under the bridge! Or why should
aeem strange to hear gleeful voice
as sweet memory repictured the row
boat above the old mill dam? Wit
all the sights the world contain
It, whoever saw a place like home!
!, But for moment only did our mint
reflect thus, for suddenly the engir
scr ca med out its warning for Collel
Hill crossing and we ran to the 9TH
e' side of the car to return the greeting
from our friends who we knew wei
OF expec ting US thru. We were not at
10 disa ppointed for 1t looked like mo
r. every one was on the streets. We 50
ar several at the College, and as Il
70 train rounded the bend we look
t. snxiously toward the white cottai
sR of the hill. There We were as sure