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Eighteen THE M'HENRY PLAINDEALER--SIXTIETH ANNIVERSARY . v Thursday, June 6, 193C A* \: FRANK W. BENNETT HEGALt§ DAYS IN EARLY NINETIES SPANISH-AMERICAN WAR VETERAN WRITES St. Paul, Minn., 'May 15, 1935, McHENRY, ILL., 1881-1899-- ; ; -v : This article of reminiscences is :Written for the' Plaindealer by,Frank -jiennett, McIIepry High School, 1896, -yji-nd one of the boys y^ho enlisted for llie Wat with Spain and served in Porto Rico, GREETINGS--r + - As a baby, 1 arrive^ ir# McHenry ;-;:||»\jatXv^ ;lfe81,.;:^h.^y!,^therv ;L. ;£.*• " B«ii\fttt ip.ho"^jtrrftph:w)i,,:--my;,inpther, •£./• , JAMES C. LADD ^ ^i-other..I^rbei^t-y^nd'i«i|tersi'•^Cl6ra'1; \".Bonv. Aug. ' V2-,'• 1847. One of t ^ 1 CO * "*'* * ' *" I ' .. a A n 1* * 1 J"? W«s\ ** ' v 1 yjr Remember tne, :'v'tfiis sixtieth i^laindpaler ?-'"'Gr^tiriprs' ;l&;^yout!y<wr|.?, 1877!; ... ...- ,w children avid grand children., Died Mar.;* lo,7 J'934 at Ringwood, '-;^-I>t M9 be" persontir- for; a/.m'tffjileflt: Illinois.'. v',> Ja looking backward to the -old days, Tfwhen spring was springy and winter was winter, Father and mother are both gone, turti... McHenry should be proud -of you. Both he and Jack Walsh had a hunch that it was the writer who X)ad in 1919, Mother in 1923. The j helped pjje three cords of wood oh rest of us are still being drawn to-jperTy £ Owen's platform one Halward that door which opens outward lowe'en, besides other nice clean only. „ v witchcraft. -- " Let us visualize the ^ people of | pause a m0hlent! Here c6mes those early days of the 80s and 9 s.. tyTieeler with a green wagon I can see Mr. VanSlyke, editor of |amJ hig wjfe and y^ble with him.v._, „ the Plaindealer, Civil War ve n» |He has several dressed hogs aboard jit was night when we arrived Tacqa nic QATt _ (L - ° Henry folks have had a great doc* tor and friend with you all these years. Did" you know it? • Joe Engeln, good faithful Jot4, greetings, Jo&, and to your mothet and brothers and sisters. Joe U among the great" folks. He has been faithful,7 a pal of that splendid mother of his. TheFe is a great heart back of that shirt. Take a second look. I don't want to embarrass! you, Joe, but I've some mighty nice recollections of you. Remember" how "Sox" told Charley Swadish <he'd give him a dollar if, he'd cross the street and sock you in the jaw, and in the fight your grandfather got^a brokln finger. Jhat was the day or two before We enlisted in the volunteelf army, war with Spain. And there was a splendid fellow in ^Heiiry fpi years, who ^either drank nor used tobacco. A man who never swore or spoke 111 of anyone, "Maddis" Engeln, known as Mizz. Did you appreciate this man ? D:d vou know - fiim? . ,-Cotista)5le Jack click in Mizz, but he had a heart- of gold and loved-1 you 'all. Many a stranger prowling around nights took warnings from Mizz and you never knew it. Ill bet any of you a hundred dollars that Mizz never forgot a face, never forgot a visual sce®e. Drop into McHenry f any of you old timers, and if Maddas Engeln is Still there he will know you. Phil Mayes, brother Herbert and I dropped in on McHenry eleven years ago after twenty-five years. Maddas knew us at once, called- us each by name and gentleman and friend, Jesse, his son, \&t 2% cents a pound, and some com daughter* j and that clean, -jj|>ssipy, newspaper. I can see per-. jjfrnal items as, follows: at 20 cents a bushed. Smiling and pleasant, he owed no man. I'm going to look him up when I get over I'm sorry I cannot bring you all into review for this occasion. Just a a few.of you, as you arose before me. I don't mean to slight ahy of you, my old friends, you are all in my memory, and now and then I conjure you to me, not as you are now, but' as you were. Memory pictures you perfectly, but I wager that I NEWSPAPERS ARE MADE TO INFORM, WEEKLY NEWSPAPER flfc IMPORTANT ACTIVITY An Old Familiar Business Location .JO 0w«n *lad *usiness in the there, if I.can get close enough to the mindy City Monday. throne of God to grasp him by the • * "John Claxton reports in^^confi- ihand Hello, .to you, Dr. Jpe dence, an acre of, melons. (Oh», ! "*OarW!itSed dtfrta, Dick Smith.always BI,hoP. is overhauling the flour and!the,lob, A, lol l. °.f Kold »«•'• "«» «« >•« for a w...k in McHena , jjj »• - (the only fun he had wag keepinj*jry, after thirty-five years, and not m] Walsh has opened^^ a flour i ^hop tinkering with- clocks and ' six would know me, nor I them. **id feed warehouse. . Buy your seeds j wgtches-- a ! In fancy, let us drop in to see Dave Tom." - j Make way, fellows, here comes . Woodburn, veteran of the Civil War, "Geo. Gage, our prominent citizen, j Mrs, Holly, one: of God's best. Was and we find him reading Frank Merjsssed away at his home 1 Friday ] going to have me "pinched" for tak- i riwell stories by which he kept fright" „ 'ing. Albert out and showing him the I young. Let us vision his good wife, "Revival meetings ^hlch started "world." I understand. • Mrs.' Holly.»; who could sing and dance and keep ia t^te M. .E. church are well at- •ftpnded." • "John Ralston reports hfr-seeding'made the world a better place to that you are with us, God bless you, happy. They raised a bunch of fine you always was a good woman, and boys and a daughter. finished." And .$o, on and. on. '. Remember the old mill and Dick liishop tilted back in his chair, on the platform sunning himself? Can you picture Ed Lawless, another member of the G. A. R. 1 There goes Mr. Hibbard and Mr. Stebbins and Wilson Gates and his mother in pursuit. Do you remember Frank Wiedelive in. Ah! There go#s John I. Story after h?s mall. Lock Box 271 I worked in „the postoffice. "John I." was a veteran of the G. A_ R. Ran' the I see Ad and Bill Musgrove and ! Riverside Hotel. Was a spiritualisr,1 man ? Let me tell you a good story the high buggy and span of horsesand lived here and there. j about that character. He was a litfalloping south on Irish Prairie j I was in McHenry in 1924. Made j tie odd. Sometimes wore a fur coat telling the world that they had lost! me heartsick the way the cemetery j in summer and a duster in winter. ••Ten Thousand Dollars in the dam had grown. j He preferred bathing through a hole McHenry had some great and hon- in the ice and one blustering winter •est people, those pioneers. They ' day he, while performing his polar had no storm windows, * no insula- ' bear stunt, disappeared under the ice. tion for the homes; baseburner coal , The current was swift, but he rcstoves if they were lucky. Plants j appeared two blocks down the river, froze in the windows. Say, I can re- "Hie ice was thin and sharp and it cut member when the bed springs were . off his head. The body continued on flon. F. K. Granger, smiling and I full of frost and the floor creaked | under the ice, while the head cafhaking hands. We all knew every- ' and snapped with the cold. j reened over the top, blown by th« |hing was OK. in Springfield with F.I Hold all, folks, here comes our es- howling north wfnd. Fortunately, j K. as our senator. I can just smell j teemed citizen, the Hon. Hank Mc-j hole for fishing haiWfeen cut oppo- Ibe water of the mill dam. The j Lean. He was an old man whejv^1 site ^he Riverside Hotel. Frank feole." . . Good old days those-- ' I can see Ben Buss, Sr., and the .half a horse collar he knocked me iat with for climbing on box cars. Ah! I see Roll Waite coming up the Street and Simon Stoffel and the climbea out, grabbed his head and put it on, where it froze fast. He made his way to his sisteV'* home, where she, not noticing anything wrong, gave him a pipe and tobacco. Presently Frank began to nod; his Remember that, old . timers? Truth is stranger than fiction? I can just hear Mrs. John Niesen Iwims in Old Black Muck, our hole j knew him, born about 1800. Stumped fo the pond. Ithe state for Lincoln and no man Here comes O. W. Owen, who had could hold an audience like Hank Mcjewelry shop and he meets "Old" j Lean Look 'em over -- Tip Smith, . Owen. Oh, be gad! Yes, in re-!Mike Walsh, Peter B. Freund, John ew, I see Mr. "Peeley" Munson i Heimer, Tony Engeln, Joe Heimer. *ith a fish pole. Have I named them all? They tried | neck thawed out and his head fell There goes Father O'Neil for his j to get Hank McLean drunk on a j into the ashes of the cbok stove. He jnail. A wonderful good man. H1? "bout." Remember? The last Tony 1 grabbed his head, blew the ashes out ^passes the time of day with F. <*G. j Engeln knew there was still three j of his eyes and went tO"See Dr. Feg- ...Ifayes, who was hard of hearing and quarts, and Hank taking a drink, ers, or was it Dr. Wells, who sewed #ever missed a word. " When he awoke Hank and the three his head on securely and Mr. Wiedei Look who's coming up the street, quarts were gone. (man lived for several years in fair --my Dad, L. E. Bennett, with a tray; Hold everything, here comes health, butjiever took another dip in photographs. Ah! There is a Father Mehring from Johnsburg, a | the river.. : Ikaby picture of Florence Howe, an- great and noble priest. iiither of Gilbert Howard and "Toddy" ) Ah! There are my old pals, Jim, Engeln in a long baby dress. A full < Perry and-Charley Nordquist, Jim length picture of Dick Walsh. 'has gone over, and buried at sea, Look out, here comes Hank Wight- | war with Spain. Charley died twenman with the bus and mail. God's ;ty-eight years ago trying to rescue name, old timers, all you had to do a companion. was to get in and ride free. ! Hello, Will Krause and .Peggy, I ; Let's go down by the old mill race haven't forgotten you. I'll gamble and stop in and see Mr. Madden, the ; that you are both alive and going harness maker, and the wagon shop , strong^ with Mr. Rothermel setting a tire Harry Wightma.n and wife callcd and Ben Nordquist, the blacksmith. , on me several years 'ago. Harry is Let me pause, old timers, to pay ' sn old pal. Come again, Har^- Ray tribute to Mr.' Nordquist, the silent, Howard dropped in on me six years friend of the boys. His "boats were' ago. Come again, Ray. "Deak" ever ready for the asking. No mal-j Wentworth visited me ten years ago ! ter if we were careless about return-land later I heard he had gone over. ing it clean, it never was refused. ] Dr- David G. Wells., greeting?, Heaven is a better place for having j Come on- up and see me. You Mc- Ben Nordquist. >• Ah! There goes Ed Hanly; what a team. And here comes George Meyers with a truck. - -1 remember ^^im as a good man, and a faithful friend. . • Gottlieb Boley, Sr., the brewer kindly, generous and a great friend of Dr. C. H. Fegers. The only Bohemian in town. Do you recall, any ---of you, how Dr. Fegers prescribed for Mr. Boley, and Mr. Boley misunderstood the good doctor, and got so weak he could not get out of bed ? There goes Tom and Lolla to sing at the funeral of Old Bob White. Listen, you McHenry people. There are the two most prominent people in your town. Did you know it? Unselfish of their time, and talent, they have sung at hundreds of funerals^ ef your townsmeJn. Greetings to you, Tom and Lolla, 1 learned • recently that you are both on this - side, Tom taking his years: with dignity and smiling, Lolla as lovely as ever. What elixir dp you imbibe, old , timers ? Greetings to you. x.; . Ah! There comes my boyhood -Iiero, Linus ^Newman, the cop, Refnember, Linus, when the McHenry House burned and you climbed a double ladder and squirted - the chemical through a window upon the inferno within ? You became a hero(< «n4 I can see you now. Always . ready to fight, or do someone a good P - * snort, and say, "Now I know who is telling that whopper, because I saw the whole thing myself. Greetings, Mrs. Niesen, I'm sure you are ali-^e and can Vouch for this story. Now, let's drop in On Miss Julia Story at her drug store. Can you see her, old timers? And there is Mr. Meriman and M. Lightner., Wait a moment, there goes Geo. Ov/rrocker, carrying home a ham. I see Tim Bacon on his way to hi? horqe near Volo. Burt Howe, Dr. Ro&b and Mr, Howell are, in fancy, passing the news of the day. Do you remember when Mr. Colby had a general store in the Riverside? And therie was Hank Mead.. A little & story about Mr. Mead. The writer, as a boy, had the job of ringing the bell far meetings in the M. E. j church. One terrible stormy Wednesday night, I climbed the stairs to ring that bell. I would rather have taken a beating. I was scared. I had a lantern. The attic smelled of bats and rats. Well, I determinedly grabtfed the rope and gave several* pulls, seized the lantern and ran for the stairs, made the turn and ran slap into Hank Mead, and we both rolled to the bottom. „ Mr. Mead was a good man, but-wlien he began to breathe again he said several things that he learned in. the army, and he had me by the heel, so I stayed and heard it alL Good old days those. ^Sleepy and contented. John Stroner and Fred Schnnor cobbled shoes in "Gage Town." John Evanson ran a general store and Nick and Jake Justen sold furniture and undertaking. Theo Schiessle ran a saloon and lunch. When I was in Porto Raco I craved that lunch. Do you remember my Class Prophecy at Commencement Exercises ? Brother Herb^did not fall off a tight rope and get killed. Harry Hanly did become a doctor. Nellie Clemens never became a singer. Mary Raymond married and was a credit to Volo and her family. And then there was Milo Howe and his brothers, also Stella Nordquist and Guy Clemens. I can see George Beckwith with one suspender down, poling his boat up the creek. Chet Howard with a huge bunch of ducks. And I see Dr. Auringer amputating M. Smith's right arm. I helped him.' Smiling Geo. Besley, his good wife and Walter and Mamie; NettTe and Clara Schiessle and Pete and Ma0Weber, their father and mother and sisters, Tony Engeln, wife and family. Louise Owen and John ana Harry Fay. I went to school first to Frank Sheppard, Mary Cobb, W. H. Strager, a great teacher, and finished with Joel A. Harley. Do you remember how near Fred Kargas came to being elected mayor ? The best cigars were made by Frank and Nick 6arbian and their cigar i makers. There is Tony Barbian, 10 j seconds flat ?' How that boy could run! Clem Zenus, Johnnie O'Boyle, Will Whiting, Tinker Tom Walsh ind Lute Lincoln^-where are they? Will Ga.llahan and family and John I'anr' ' v • CHARLES LADD ; Son of Wiliam and Hannah Pike • Ladd. ;; Born Dec. 5, 1810, at Hebron, N. H Married (second wife) Phoebe Ha- Jey July 2, 1854, at Wilftlot Wis, Died Mar. 25, 1897, Rirtgwood, 111. Cime to Illinois from Hebron N. H. in 1837. A 'carpenter and farmer. Ship carpenter on the Mftt&issippi duvirig winter months, • .JOHN W1RK SMITH -- Son.of Aaron and Hitty Hawley - '* Smith Born July 12, 1805, Johnson, Vt., • Married (second wife) Lyntha' A. Griswold, Sept. 22, 1851. Griswold Lake. Died Nov. 17, 189Q, Ringwood, 111. Came to Illinois from Johnson, Vt. in 1837. Returned to Vt. in 1839 but shortly thereafter came back and settled* first on the farm later known as the Wm. Welch farm at Griswold's Lake. Later came to McHenry. Was Postmaster here. Built the old part of the Riverside hotel. Was in general store business and later had a stock farm at Smith's corners. He left with a party of three other men on Apr. 18, 1850, for the Gold Rtish in California. They drove across country and John W. Smith returned via the Isthmtfs of Panama and New ibki arriving home about June 1, r u ,, WB8 everybody's "Uncle John . Had three original land pant MARGARET JLDSON HANKINS BOrn in New York City,, Feb. 9, 1808 I have not seen Albert Holly for thirty-six years. Good old pal in and out of the army. Alice Mayes, nee Bennett, is going strong. I can see Mr. Bassett and Ben Sherman fades out, but I loved them all, and, who shall sfiy, we may not live again. FRANK W. BENNETT, " J!© So. Fairview Ave^ St. Paul, Minn. HAS BEEN SUBSCRIBER FOR FIFTY-rOUR YEARS and many others, but time and space forbid. Clara Bennett Sorenson lives this valuable paper appeared, I hap- For the past fifty-four years N. M. Fretfnd of St. Louis, Mo., has been a subscriber of the Plaindealer and we are happy to print the following letter from him: r He was a former resident of Johnsburg and maintains an ardent interest in his old home surroundings even though he has been away many y^ars. • ;. -r,- <!)... St. Louis, May ,14, 1035. McHenry Plaindealer-- Dear Editor: Received the letter of your reporter, Mrs. Lillian Sayler, in regard to the sixtieth anniversary of the Plaindealer. I distinctly remember when Jay VanSlyke came t,o McHenry "to establish the Plaindealer, in the spring of 1875. I was then 14 years old and living with my parents on the farm, one mile north of Johnsburg, now owned by Jake Miller. One week before the first copy of in Racine. Phil Mayes works every day in St. Paul and is; a farm seed pened to be in the furniture store of Blake Bros., then located in the Jake expert. He used to be a typesetter Story building, now occupied by a for the Plaindealer. Brother Herb is shoe cobbler. While there Mr. Vana bachelor and is well and lives happy Slyke called to solicit for an adverand is independent. The writer is u "Quack" doctor. I treat chronic ailments, aches, pains and sprains. Just apply common sense and treat a body like a nice piece of machinery and am licensed by the Minnesota State Board of Medical Examtisement for the first copy of the Plaindealer, which .was cheerfully given. From what I can recollect of Mr. VanSlyke is .that he was a man of rather tall stature, square shoulders, dark hair and big mustache, both well kept, and wore a slough hat with I would like to visit McHenry, but!a somewhat large brim inclined to- ISAAC GRISWOLD Son of John, Jr, and Abigail Wjlliams Griswold. Born Feb. 22, 1784. / Married Annie Erwin, July, 180g^. Died Sept. 27, 1869, buried "in a Waukegancgmetery. ' Came tolTlinois from Cambridge (now Jeffersonville), Vt., in 1837. Settled at Griswold's Lake. (Lake named for the Griswolds). Built first mill at Lake Geneva, the one at Barreville and several others. A carpenter; $nd farmer. the streets would be filled with the shades of my old friends and comrades. A few of you are left, I must remember them as> they were. Do you ^remember Stacey Clark, and the fact that he could saw five cords of wood .in a day with a bucksaw? Where is Peter B. Freund, Jake Likun and can you see Jake Bishop going through the park? I can see James B. Perry Sitting close to the tall stove in his store, his feet high up on it as he can reach. Those were the days of whiskers, and each of those old timers wore an untrimmed beard except maybe Dick Bishop. Do you remember the spring that the mill pond burst through the dam?. There was water in those days. Do you know that there was a cemetery just southeast of the mill pond ? Ah! Here comes Peter Thelen, Sr., with a jug. He leaves it outside John Heimer's saloon, it" disappears. Mr. Thelen comes out, looks around, and says, 'Well, Py Gott, its pretty tam sudden where dat winiger jug went to." Andjtl)ere is my old enemy, Ike Wentwotth. How he hated me, and all through a mistake of a Methodist minister. A good story. Remember Burt Howe, Milo and Lyle and George and Mrs. Howe, and their apple orchard ? There goes Mr. Swadish, John^and Charley, August Wasnoski, -founder of Au^ustyille, fleets across memory's pages. John "Faar, calls to mind, his tormentor, John Buss, who wrote the telegram, so alleged, thAt caused Mr. Faar to recruit a company to "Put dowii the Debbs strike in Chicago." ; • I can see Mr. and Mrs. Sherborne, cn their way to church. Do yoiJ " recall Hank McLean's stories? They were good. I can see Mrs. McLean the third and LuCy and Doc. "Poodle" Holmes. How Wilson Gates hated him! A. O Rupp, publisher and editor of the McHenry Journal, and the writer "sat up" with the "remains" of "Poodle" Holmes Dec. 28, 1896. * I can see the reception the War With Spain Boys received when We returned from the Porto Rican company, Belle Gallaher, singing "Hang Up .the Baby's Stocking," at Christmas exercises. On account of time and space I have omitted the nam&L_af many of the good housewives and daughters, but they are all \^-itten on mtrnwy's. page, so, as I close, I catph a meeting glimpse of Postmaster Stevens and family, Mr. Slafter, Colon Os>- trander, and his mother, "Old Lady" Owen, Mrs. Button, Mrs. Lawlesf, Geo; Owen and "Geo. 0,M his prize ward the left ear. He was an ex-soldier of the Civil war and consequently a staunch Republican, with at times a shade of radicalism toward that end. I left Johnsburg in the fall of 1880 to go to work for the Illinois watcn Co., at Springfield, where I remained until April, 1884, then accepted a position with a jeweler on Archer Ave., Chicago. On Feb. 1, 1891, came to St. Louis, got married, Bettled down and worked ct my trade until four, years ago to retire. In 1916, I built a bungalow at the end of town on the south side with the expectation to live in a quiet spot at the end of town, but like all other large American cities, we are almost two mile* north of the end of town now. My subscription to the Plaindealer started in the spring of 1881 and has been continuous ever since and will be until my call to eternity. The predictions of some of the old timers in and about McHenry in 1875, that the Plaindealer could not survive in a town of that size, has proved to be „a blank shot. Allow me to congratulate the Plaindealer, its past and present owners, and«managers, for the good work they have accomplished in the past r.ixty years and no doubt the generation living at its 120th anniversary In the year 1995 will still be subscribing to and reading the McHenry Plaindealer. * Yours truly, N. M. FREUND. ^mr . AW •. "The Fa«kdd" THEO. SCHIESSLE, SR. In 1910, a quarter of a •century, ago, Theodore Schiessle, Sr., star business in the old Gilbert building on the west side, and today his son Still carries on the business. , i By LEONARD FOWLER Editor of The Fox Valley Mirror * So The Plaindealer is sixty years old! Well, well... . how the years. fly and how much of good has been done; what high and splendid service can be rendered by a newspaper ' through the "a-bornin™ ; .anctf t£e » , passing of two generations' of mA and women. I was reared in a home where the newspaper stood next only to the Holy Bible and the Editor was outranked only by the priest and t]he„ pastor. Th)e Port Tobacco Times aoci- The Baltimore Sun, botli weeklies, *• and one of my most painful as well as earliest recollections is that of a stinging five , minutes spent with an ' irate grandfather because I had, dared. to make a "soldier's cap" of The Times before he had finished his persual of it. I can remember that my Aunt Molly used to say that ' "Gramps takes The Sunpaper to church with him." That may havebeen true. But newspapers rarely change. Their duties noW, as then, are to in* form, advise apd amuse. _ ' The weekly newspaper has a mifr-. sion. It is a friend and a neighbor; the local editor is one to be respected, feared and dften to be loved. You may have become accustomed to. him; you may say that you "see him every day" and find him not much; - different from other men . . . but . * . you are wrong. For^when grief has v come; when there is some good for the town to be promoted or some community interest to be subserved your FIRST thought is to "see the editor and get him to print some- ; thing about it." , ' ' To "print something in your favor? or to withhold some comment against your enterprise -- whatever it may be--unconsciously is for this reason that Thomas Jefferson said: "If the choice were given me 10 ... have a ^government without newspapers, or newspapers without gov* ernment, unhesitatingly I woud take Jhe latter, but . . . I would insist that every man be required to take and read and understand those nevdl* papers." A well ordered newspaper is the community's first line of defense against crime, scandal, immorality, drunkeness or any of the seven deadly sins which attack and tend to destroy mankind. Bad government is -not possible so long as the citizenry has a good, and I mean GOOD newspajier on guartl at the city's gates'. I would say that the first requisite for a really prosperous town is a prosperous newspaper. You ^will agree that it is to be regretted when business men and others take their newspaper as "something for granted;" as an institution which can and will go on whether they neglect it or not; as something to be damned for its faults and' rarely praised for its surpassing virtues. r And so, as have been asked to write a line or two fer this "Sixtivtlr Anniversary" of The Plaindealer I have set myself the task sincerely glad to say that it is a good coutttry newspaper and that- rarely halve I seen one any better. I am honestly honored as I look back on my temporary employment on its staff. Tfie men and women who publish it,, the men and women whom I know read it are a piece in that one is served by the other in the high hope that what one does for the other will be encouraging, helpful and tending to-, build up the community good. Two generations of men >nd wo** men have come and gone "since The Plaindealer issue came damp from the press. There was, even then, a generation just passing to the Groat ' Beyond and now there is yet another that will come from the high schools, in a few days. . . so you see FOUR waves of the human flow and ebb have been influenced by The Plain- ' dealer. Births and deaths; ^posting the banns, and the tales of. weddings, high with aspiration; the coming into business and the passing of establishments, good and bad; virtue tyidL^ evil have mixed in Time's great• mill pnd have come forth as love and. (romance; es virtue and crime; sadness and gladness "have been accounted for in long columns . . . side by side. Reputations have been made with exultant joy and I have no doubt but that sorrow in whatever form has been written about, set into type and spread to the four winds with regret. ' \ > You are glad -and so are, you? neighbors that your newspaper hi^ f attained what used to be a hoary old age. But, with newspapers their . gathered -years make no difference; Each issue is forever young, as sortits. garden perennials, which bloom and pass; re-seed their beds and. bloom again and again. Like those old fashioned "hundred leaf roses" which grew hard by, the Woodshed where I painfully learn-' ed to leave "Gramppers" "Sunpaper" alone The Plaindealer will bloom in shade, and shine; other generations will come and go to the prelude' . played through the Jong columns of type, and the fragrance of. other years will be mjngled with the florHts. of^jepeh new blossom and tomorrow. 4s yesterday, for many, many tomorrows as well as for uncounted yester^ days the settlement of all arguments , will be: "I saw it in The Plaint dealer." 'Mm