100 years ago

august 5, 1909

A Moonlight Picnic

A company of young people enjoyed a moonlight picnic last Monday night. It was a perfect evening and the watermelons were just right, and were served out near Mr. Dal Roger’s place. The ones invited were Mr. and Mrs. Roy Williams, Mr. and Mrs. Chas. Bryan, Mr. and Mrs. Carl Sheldon, Mr. and Mrs. Al Richardson, Misses Vinnie Wible, Esta Creal, Gertrude Sheets, Helen Mollohan, Messrs. Harry Rogers, Earl Rogers, Fred Wheeler and I.E. Runyan.

An American eagle has been on exhibition at Jensen’s produce house this week.

Henry Shubert shot it several days ago and thought it was dead.

He picked it up and carried it to the barn and threw it down there expecting to put it up as a scarecrow, but when he got up the next morning he found it walking around as though nothing had happened to disturb it.

It seems to be peaceable enough if you leave it alone, but a traveling salesman who happened along teased it and when he went on to catch the train he was minus a big hunk from one of his fingers.

Will Kuhn has ordered new furniture for his barbershop. He is planning to fit his shop up in fine shape. He ordered the outfit from Mr. H.W. Rethemeyer, representing the Barbers Supply Co. of Topeka. Mr. Rethemeyer is a brother of the Record’s foreman, C.C. Rethemeyer.

Miss Bessie King entertained the following young ladies at supper last Saturday evening in honor of her guest, Miss Edith Krause of Herington: Naomi Simpson, Eva Bryan, Clara Ainsworth, Dora Powers, Mary Chilson and Lamoine McIntosh.

Cement walks are being put down on both sides of the street leading to the Rock Island station.

Misses Beth Frazer, Eulala Kuhn, Lucile Burkholder, Irene Blackburn, Lenore Miesse and Nettie Taylor, accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. Will Kuhn, are camping out this week on the Cottonwood south of town and having a pleasant time.

Mr. and Mrs. Charlie Brooker are the parents of a boy born last Monday. They have named the young man Paul King.

Walter Bown is now able to be around a little after a run of typhoid fever. Hope soon to see him down town.

Robert Florer, who had his foot severely injured several weeks ago, is able to get around with the assistance of a cane. He expects to be at work again at the Grand next week.

Met him on the hill the other day on the way home to dinner and could tell while he was still a hundred feet away that he was hot about something.

Sliding his hoe from his shoulder and chucking it down on the ground he blurted out: “Wish you would say in your paper this week that unless some people keep their chickens out of my tomato patch there is going to be trouble. I would like to have a few of ‘em get ripe before the blame chickens pick ‘em all to pieces, and if those chickens keep comin’ around some of ‘em are goin’ to come up missin’. And that ain’t all, either—I’ve given fair warning, and I’m getting all-fired tired of this thing and something is going to break loose one of these days.”

And, as he walked on, he yelled back, “Now you put in the paper what I told you.”

Hence and wherefore she is hereby put.