[Welland Telegraph December 24, 1903]
A surprise party was held last week at B. Rogers’, in honor of Mrs Balfour’s birthday.
Drawing water is the order of the day here at present.
Miss L. Misener is visiting friends at Robbins’ bridge.
Mrs Z. Horton had the misfortune to fall and hurt herself quite badly.
Mr John Robbins of Allanburg, paid a short visit to friends in this place on Thursday last.
Miss M.A. Haney is visiting her friends at Boyle.
Mr and Mrs L. Haney have gone to spend the winter with their daughter, Mrs George Robinson of Wainfleet. Mr Haney is in very poor health.
[Welland Telegraph December 17, 1903]
Miss Jennie Rogers is on the sick list.
Mrs H. Wiley is visiting at her son’s Alfred’s
The music of sleigh bells is to be heard once more.
The Saints hold meetings each Sunday morning at Mr Z Horton’s.
Robbins Bros have been in this vicinity the past week threshing clover.
Mr Melvin Robins has sold his house to Mr Ostrawser, who will move it on his farm in Pelham.
The farmers are complaining of the dry weather, and many of them are drawing water from the Chippawa.
[Welland Telegraph November 5, 1903]
Mr and Miss Beamer were guests of Mr R. Disher last Sunday.
The quarterly meeting at Salem last Sunday was largely attended.
Mrs Merrithew of Allanburg, was the guest of Mr Hainer Saturday.
Mr and Mrs Jacob Misener were at Thorold, visiting their daughter, Mrs Harry Robbins, who is very ill.
Mr Alfred Wiley has made a great many improvements to his residence, and is now adding a coat of paint.
Mr Cyrus Misener and Miss Bertha Dennis were pleasantly entertained by Mr and Mrs Thomas Horton of Marshville, Sunday.
[Welland Telegraph November 19, 1903]
Mrs D. Bea and little son are the guests of Mr. B. Rodgers, of this place.
Miss Cora Hainer is spending two weeks with relatives in the vicinity of Thorold.
Mr and Mrs Dilly Coleman, sr., have returned home after a year’s absence in Ohio.
Mr C. Lambert is building an addition to his house, which, when completed, will make a big improvement.
Mr A. Rodgers of Wisconsin, is home on a visit. He was badly injured in a railway accident and had to give up work for a time.
[Welland Telegraph April 17, 1903]
Oh, fit,
Of Fancy, fuzz, film and fluff,
And feathers, film and fluff.
Upon a head as light as you;
Oh, delicatessen dream,
Of dowager and doll;
Oh, millinered melody
Of matron and of maid;
Oh rapturous bunch of botany
Bedixening womankind,
How beautiful you are,
Poised on the tresses
Touched with glinting gold,
Or sunset kissed,
Or richly brown as Mother Earth
Now flushed with budding spring;
Or fair as streaming strands
Of soft-spun silver silk!
Man’s fascinated eyes
Are fixed on you.
And, lost in admiration of your
charms.
He quite forgets
How great the cost of beauty is.
Set like a crown
Of fairy filigree
Above a face an angel would
Give heaven for
You diadem an Easter Queen
With all the glories
Of the Easter morn,
And make a halo
Look like thirty cents.
You are a poem
Wrought in wire and lace,
And fabric fragile
As the poet’s dream,
Illumined by the tints and shades
That painters breathe
Into the pictures of their souls,
Your harmony of hues holds fast
The fancies of the frenzies of
The limner’s spirit and its score
And light divides itself
In seven times seven spectrum tones
To make your color scheme
A brilliant, bursting
Blazonry of bloom.
The sculptor’s sorcery seeks
All shapes
Or earth and air and sky,
And frost and sunny time,
And molds all lines of figure
Into you.
Oh! Easter hat;
Oh! fleeting flash
That fulminates
The flowery charge of spring
And bursts it it bloom
That fills
The circumambient air
With rainbow remnants
Multiplied a million times;
Oh! Easter hat,
Infinity
Of shape and size
Of colorature and cost;
Oh! Easter hat
Oh! promised praise and prayer
Of woman’s love and hope,
Oh! say,
Are you on straight?
[Welland Telegraph April 10, 1903]
The prodigal son of the modern day
Journeyed homeward from far away;
“We’ll treat it all as a harmless
joke,”
His father said: “when he comes
home broke,”
But the young man sported a necktie
red,
And his hat reposed on the side of
his head,
And he put his feet on the parlour
chair
And told them to get him the bill of
fare.
They stood and waited in great
suspense
For him to begin his penitence,
But he simply said he would like to
know
What made the town so confounded
slow.
And he never allowed them to forget
That he was on deck as the family
pet,
And they sold the calf, ‘mid vexations
grim
‘Cause veal wasn’t good enough for
him.
[Welland Telegraph March 20, 1903]
My father bought an undershirt
Of bright and flaming red,
“All wool” I’m ready to assert.
“Fleece-dyed” the merchant said;
“Your size is thirty-eight, I think
A forty you should get,
Since all wool goods are bound to
shrink
A trifle when they’re wet.
That shirt two weeks my father were
Two washings- that was all;
From forty down to thirty-four
It shrank like leaves in fall
I wore it then a day or two,
But when ‘twas washed again
My wife said: “Now ‘twill only do
For little brother Ben.”
A fortnight Ben squeezed into it
At last he said it hurt;
We put it on your baby-the fit
Was good as any shirt.
We ne’er will wash it more while yet
We see it flickering light,
For if again that shirt is wet
“Twill vanish from our sight.
[Welland Telegraph January, 23, 1903]
I wish I was a little boy,
And didn’t have no curls,
So I could run and jump and fight
And needn’t play with girls.
And needn’t wash my face and hands
And brush and comb my hair;
And clean my teeth three times a day
Oh, I don’t think it’s fair!
But just because I am a girl
I have to be real good,
And not spill syrup on my frock,
And always chew my food.
[Welland Telegraph May 22, 1903]
The doctor was discouraged, for the
neighborhood was well;
The colic spared the little one, and
also it befel.
The elders had no troubles that demanded
medic’s skill-
No one in that vicinity was even
slightly ill.
The doctor’s wife was worried, for
she longed to have a gown;
The doctor, when she mentioned it,
could only darkly frown,
“There is,” he said, “no chance at
all of getting what you need,
While every person hereabout is from
all sickness freed.”
“Oh, woe is me! Alas! Alack!” then
cried the doctor’s wife,
“It’s terrible, indeed, that I should
have so hard a life;
I must, it seems, have patience just
because your patients lack;
I must, to go abroad in style, put
someone on his back.”
This woe she pondered deeply, but
ere long was seen to smile,
“I have a plan,” she said at last,
“that really seems worth while;
I’ll start at once a cooking school.”
He straightway ceased to frown.
“My dear,” he cried, most joyfully,
“you’ll surely get that gown.”
And so the people suffered, while
the doctor’s wife in pride
Paraded in the handsome gown that
once had been denied.
It cost-ah-well-she gained by
this heartless, mean device,
And anyone can see that indigestion
was the price.
[Welland Telegraph May 22, 1903]
Rain is needed in this section at present.
Boyle school has purchased a new flag and pole.
Mrs Z. Horton is visiting relatives at Marshville.
A young daughter arrived at the home of Mr Cyrus Robbins a few days ago.
Mr Emery Misener and family, of this place have moved to Browns’Nursery.
Quite a number of people from around here went over to Perry to view the wreck on the M.C.R.
Mr Dilly Coleman, Jr. Is home from Ohio, for a few weeks and is building some Frost Wire Fence on the farm.
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