The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1925-04-09
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~iethen home Sunday.
Mr. and Mrs. John Runge assisted
by Miss Carrie Murdoch gave COM
plete surprise for Mr. and Mrs. George
Willett at the Willett and Runge home
Saturday evening. The occasion was
the 32nd wedding anniversary OF the
surprised couple. The following guests
helped them celebrate:
Messrs. and Mesdames Z. Pike
Frank Fox, Frank Gethen, William
Lewis, William Bacon, Fred Lavey
Joseph Steen, Runge Sr. of Kenoshar
Willis Epson, Daniel Richards, Mrs. s
Thorsen of Chicago, Mrs. Genivieve
Bryant and John Shotliff.
Pink and white were the predomi-
Mating colors A dainty luncheon was
served. Rev. Steen gave talk fol-
lowed by piano solo of variations OF
When You and Were Young, Maggie
by Mrs. Genivieve Bryant. Mrs, John
Runge and Miss Carrie Murdoch sang
duet, "Silver Threads Among the
Cold"
A poem was composed and dedicated
by Mrs. Willis Epson to Mr.. and Mrs
Willett:
Just thirty-two years ago, sweet wife,
Since you and / were wed;
And since that happy union,
How swiftly the time has sped.
/ fancy that can see you
Just as you looked that day;
The happiest day in all my life
That April 4, 1898.
All, yes, how we'll do rem ember
Your happy, smiling face
AS you fitted about your childhood's
home;
You soon no more would grace.
The sky was clear and cloudless,
On our lovely wedding moon,
And the air was heavy with fragrance
From the woodbine and the thorn.
And down in the meadows Of our Ca
madam home,
The cowslips and violets grew;
And they waited to US their spicy
breath N
On the breezes which over them blew.
And the robins! Oh, don't you remem-
Der?
How the robins sang in the elms;
Their songs were Of the clear, blue
sky,
And the broad, green fields, their
realms.
And you remember the climbing rose,
Which over the window grew?
Tho half-blown roses we're growing
there
Which l gathered and gave to you.
One snow blossom you wore at your
throat,
The other, you twined i'll your hair,
And / stopped and kissed you, my dar-
ling, fs
And thought you of all most fair.
When you we're leaving your dear, old
home,
For new one far, far away;
Your father said with faltering
voice:
"God bless our daughter today"
And your mother said, as she pressed
you fondly to her loving breast:
"Vern, my darling child, had always
hoped that we two should never
part;
And then, II suppose, it is best"
Yes, dear wife, that was thirty-two
years ago,
When our hearts were young and gay;
The silver threads are now thick in
your hair
And l, too, have long turned gray.
Yes, surely our life has been happy
As happy as life generally goes,
For we both have worked hard,
Md have been very prosperous, too.
But of course with all the sunshine
There are sure, to be some woes.
Of course we've had our sorrows, wife,
But they didn't come all together; h
And we tried to look with cheerful
face,
On every kind of weather.
But the greatest of all, dear wife,
And, perhaps the most COMFORTING Zoo,
1t to know that our children we've us,
ZELDA and John, and our grsnd-chil-
dren,
Baby Harriet and Minette with eyes so
blue.
But our dear fathers and mothers have
left US,
Yes, they are gone; never more to re-
turn,
But praise God, dear wife,
Our home is not lonely, like an empty
birds nest,
From which the birdlings have flown.
All. yes! It's we'll! It's the way of the
world, 81
SO give. and in marriage be given,
And while we are so happy with our
children near,
Our dear fathers and mothers, am
sure, wife,
Will be with us in Heaven.