Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1919-02-12

years, went to New Brunswick where
ne died. Many of the settlers founded
iamilles that still live in Ellsworth
among them were: Benjamin anc
samuel JOY, Isaac Lord, John Smith
SSatnanlel and John Jellison, JESSE
DIutton' George Brimmer, John Moor
James Hopkins, Col. Meltiah Jordan
Jonn Fullerton and John Whitaker.
other prominent men there were in
the little colony whose names are rarely
heard because they left no descendants
Dohaid Ross, John Fabrique, jonathan
Fly and Mark Shepard. On Feb. rs
looo, 1.-THE settlement at Union River'
was Incorporated into town with the
name OF New Bowdoin, which was soon
AFTER changed to Ellsworth. During the
nrst quarter of the 10Th century the
iittie town grew rapidly, and in 1920 the
OF 992. rN-N'
During this period many of the men
came to Ellsworth who have exerted a
lasting influence on the fortunes of the
town. Among them were: Col John
Black, James Grant, Andrew Peters,
Leonard Jarvis, Seth Tisdale, who en-
gagged in numbering and shipbuilding on a
large scale, and John M. Hale who esta b.
lished the stage business that in the CO.'S
was one OF the most important trans
portation lines in Maine.
AS early as 1910 Ellsworth boosted
three able lawyers, Nathaniel Coffin,
George Herbert and John Gilmore Deane,
who was the recognized authority in the
northeastern boundary controversy. The
| pioneer doctors in Ellsworth were DR..
| James Payson and DR.. Moses Adams. who
| practiced only short time. They were
followed by DIR. Calvin Peck, who came
from Colerain, Mass, in 1915, DIR. Samuel
| Greedy from Mt. Vernon in 1926 and DR..
George Parcher from Plttson in 1888. The
| first settled minister was Rev. Peter
Nourse, always known as ''Parson
Nourse," who came to Ellsworth in 1910,
founded the Congregational society in
1872 and remained here twenty-three
years.
The anniversary address by DIR. Everett
w. Lord OF Boston university, an Els
worth boy and former superintendent of
schools, who has more than made good in
broader field of educational work, and
who is just now, while still retaining his
connection with the Boston university,
acting as head of the U. s. employment
service bureau for the state of Massachu-
sets. Space and time forbid the publica-
tion Of the excellent address this week,
but it will be published in full in an early
issue of The AMERICAN.
Musical features OF the afternoon were
songs by Miss Sophia Walker, with Miss
May Bonsey at the piano, and Miss Utecht,
violinist.
EVENING PROGRAM.
The evening program consisted of a
concert by Higgins orchestra, solos by
j. Franklin Anthony, tenor; Miss Alta
A. Hayes, harpist; Miss Erva Giles,
soprano. Miss Abbie Giggey read an ode
written for the occasion by Miss Doris
F. Hslman. 1t follows:
ELLSWORTH FIFTY YEARS.
Doris Friend Halman.)
There is place where Nature, long ago,
In wanton revel spread her wooded
hills,
On mighty frs flung out her silver snow,
And set the sun sglance ion azure rills;
So, vain Aaa8
OF all this beauty of her treasured Maine,
OF lowered field and stream,
Lay smiling in her dream.
Then came
One who would hold the world in rival
claim
Man, whose soul knows no rest,
Man, OF the endless quest,
Doomed by his God to toll
Embattled tn the soil
And soon a fou ndling lay on Natures
breast.
Scarce conscious of surprise,
With drowsy eyes,
She sensed the child,
And slept again, and smiled.
But day by day the new born township
grew,
Crept down the hillside to the rivers
edge,
I'm patient, flung bridge across the blue,
And mounted restless over sand and
ledge.
So, strong,
With axe and pillow it labored all day long,
Where, driving back the wood,
Its stalwart houses stood.
And there,
Rugged and Godfearing and simply fair,
Men and their helpmates made
Worship and daily trade:
And farmers they might be,
Or captains OF the sea;
And raised up sons to flourish unafraid.
These gave it cityhood,
With all its good,
Its hopes and fears,
For half hundred years.
Now, Nature, stirring from her rosy
dream,
Perceived too late the growing stranger
child,
The rattle of its pillow, its axes CLEAN,
And angered at her loneliness defiled,
Her fields
Torn up and blackened for the harvest
yields,
Her festive trees cut down,
Swore vengeance on the town.
Then came
Men who made war on 1t in Natures