Milford chronicle., 1929-09-13

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not, why not? Anyone desiring to do
so can send their donation to the
Houston Fire Company or to anyone
authorized to solicit funds. This, as
your know, is a worthy cause, and
in fact it is a duty which we all owe
the fire company; therefore, let none
of us be lacking in this respect, but
give our donation, however small it
] may be, it will be greatly appreciat-
I ed.
The following were Sunday visit
ors at the home of B. S. Manlove:
Mrs. Ella Prettyman of Wyanet, ILL.,,
Mr.. and Mrs. w. E. Manlove and Mr..
and Mrs. George Manlove.
He met her in the meadow,
AS the sun was sinking low,
They walked along together,
In the twilight's afterglow;
She waited while he gallantly
Lowered all the bars,
Her soft eyes bent upon him
AS radiant as the stars,
She did not smile, nor thank him,
Or even make box,
He is a Jersey farmer,
And she is a Jersey COW.
Augustus Morgan had the misfor-
tune to overturn his new Ford
truck one day last week, but fortu-
nately no one was injured.
Mrs. Marie Lasso of Rockville,
i Connecticut, has returned to her
home after having had an extended
visit with her sister, Mrs. Henry
Schwartzfager.
Mr.. Harris has been entertaining
friends from New York.
Harold Johnson has been a recent
Houston visitor.
Mr.. and Mrs. c. P. Armour have
been entertaining Mr.. and Mrs. F.
Armour and son Horace of Wood
ridge, N. J. On Sunday they all mo-
tored to North East, Md, and spent
the day with relatives.
Philip Marvel who has been an
athletic instructor in New Hamp-
shire during the summer months,
spent few days with his parents,
Mr.. and Mrs. Edgar Marvel, before
returning to South Orange, N. j., to
resume his duties as teacher.
Amos Ward and T. P. Wooters
were Chester visitors on Saturday.
Mr.. and Mrs. Ola Sapp motored to
, Church Hill, Md, on Sunday, where
they were the guests of Mrs. w. H.
Cole. They were accompanied by
Mrs. John Lofiand and Marian Rey-
nolds.
At this writing Charles Emory is
on the sick list.
If you want to live in the kind of
town
Like the kind of town you like,
You needn't slip your clothes in a
grip,
And start on a long, long hike
You'll only find what you left be-
hind,
There's nothing that's really new,
It's a knock at yourself, when you
knock your town,
So it isn't your town,-its you.
Big towns are not made by men
who are afraid,
Lest somebody else gets ahead,
When everyone works, and nobody
shirks,
You can raise town from the dead,
And if while you make your person
al stake
Your neighbor can make one, too,
Your town will be what you want to
So it isn't your town-its you.
Miss Elva Virginia Marvel has
been a recent guest to dinner at the
home of Mrs. Annie Johnson.
Foster Collins of Chester, Pa, has
returned to his home after having
spent few days at the home OF
George L. Johnson.
Miss Viola ThistlewOod has re-
turned from the Milford Emergency
Hospital and is recuperating at her
home.
Mr.. and Mrs. Isaac Tilghman have
returned to their home after having
spent the summer months in New
w. J. Dufendach and R. L. Jump |
have been to Virginia, buying sweet
potatoes.
clifford Marvel of Chester, Pa,
has been a recent visitor at the home
of VIM. Chism.
Miss Mary Grant has been tie
guest of Miss Leona Webb at Milford
quite recently.
Mrs. Lydia Morris has come to the
home of her daughter, Mrs. Joseph
Haves where she will remain for an
indefinite period. Il
The following have been recent
Sunday visitors at the home OF Mrs.
Joseph L. Marvel: Mr.. and Mrs. Os-
car MCGEE of Wilmington and Mr..
and Mrs. Samuel Hill and family OF
Laurel.
Charles Sedgwick of Philadelphia
is spending a few days at the home
of his parents, Mr.. and Mrs. Frank
Sedgwick.
The writer had occasion to over
hear a conversation between TWO
gentlemen recently, one OF whom
was a resident of our little town
quite a few years ago. They were
discussing the good times they hao
had in their youth, and finally the
turned to religion. The
one gentleman who is no longer
resident here, told of how in his day
the little church at Houston was
crowded to the doors; the people
lust flocking there in droves, and OF
the good old meetings they used to |
have. but now he said he thought |
Christianity was on the wane. This
expression serves to remind me OF
one of Edgar A. Guests poems,
which is as follows: