News: Greenwood Gleaner #2 (1 Feb 1906)

Contact: Arlene Peil

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Surnames: Beebe, Brown, Norton, Lannerville, Crolwey, Shanks,

----Source: Greenwood Gleaner (Greenwood, Clark Co., Wis.)   02/01/1906

Mrs. Sarah Beebe of Owen went home Sunday. She was here during the sickness and death of her little sister, Helen Brown.

Mrs. M. Norton of Eau Claire returned to her home the first of the week after making her daughter, Mrs. Lannerville, a pleasant visit.

Mrs. Agnes Fitzgerald went to St. Paul Sunday to spend the winter with friends in the city. Her father is here at present but he expects to move his family out west in the spring.

On Saturday last as the morning passenger was pulling into the station it collided with a freight standing on the main track breaking out the head light and partly destroyed the caboose but no one was hurt.

Thos. Crowley made a pleasure trip to Stanley last Sunday. He looked more than happy upon his return hence the attraction down there remains as strong as ever. Perhaps the lucky one will be in our midst before long.

D. J. Shanks is now with Cuday Bros. of Milwaukee and travels in lower Michigan from where he used to when with Armours, his headquarters being at Traverse City, Mich. He says: "I like the firm and have prospects for the future which I did no have with the other firm."

It is such little notes as the following that cheer the editor’s heart when he is trying his best to get out a paper that comes somewhere near his ideal:

"Dexter, S. D., Jan 26, ’06. J. E. Noyes, Dear Sir: Please find enclosed $1.25 for one year’s subscription for the Greenwood Gleaner. I do not want to be without it. We look for it regular every week. Yours truly, Mrs. Minnie Thompson."

Mrs. Thompson was formerly a Schwarze, a sister to Simon, Will and the other children. Her brother August is out there where she is now and has been since last harvest.

Good looks bring happiness. Friends care more for us when we meet them with a clean, smiling face, bright eyes sparkling with health, which comes by taking Hollister’s Rocky Mountain Tea. 35 cents. City Drug Store

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Find Isaiah XLVII, 7.

Our remark of a few days ago that the phrase "I shall be a lady" occurred in Isaiah has sent many correspondents to a search of the Scriptures. This was, of course, our deep design. But many of them cannot see six inches before their noses. One of them, after a course of Isaiah, writes: "I have read it through without tracing it, and on the strength of the statement I went so far as to wager a box at the theater on the accuracy of the Daily Chronicle." - London Chronicle.

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Living Without Nourishment.

How long is it possible for a man to maintain life without food of any description, liquid or solid. Two "hunger artists," Sig. Succi and M. Tiexandre Jacquez, some years ago tied for premier honors in England by abstaining from food for forty-two days, and in the eighties a man named Merlatti maintained health and spirits for fifty days on a Spartan diet limited to sips of water.

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TASTE DISHES OF ROYALTY.

Peculiar Position That is Not By Any Means a "Snap"

We remember being much struck, says the Onlooker, the first time that we dined in public with an Archbishop by the fact that he had a flunkey behind his chair who handed him all the dishes. We were told it dated from Tudor times, when John Cook poisoned his lord and master, the Bishop of Rochester, and was condemned to be boiled alive, in order to repress these foreign modes of slaughter. The Shah, too, keeps his taster, whose life probably hangs by a thread. In European travel his fate is not so dire, but he probably requires a certain gastric strength. The other day at Centrexville, where the Light of Persia takes his cure, a bottle of Worcester sauce was put on the table, and the taster-in-ordinary was made to swallow half a tumbler to see if it was good.

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The Hessian Fly.

Few people know that the Hessian fly is one of the oldest of all the crop pests in this country, and tat its name was given to it as a result of the fact that it was brought to the United States in the straw included in the impedimenta of the Hessian troops sent over against the American revolutionists by George III in 1776. It was first noticed on Long Island, about 125 years ago, and since has spread co-extensively with the progress of civilization and wheat growing west, north, and south. Sometimes it completely destroys the growing wheat in certain sections, and the average loss it causes is about 40,000,000 bushels annually, or about 6 or 7 per cent of the total crop. - Success Magazine.

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Hardanger Embroidery

Hardanger embroidery, which was heralded as something new a couple of seasons ago, and which has held its popularity through three seasons, has been used time out of mind by the peasants of Norway and Sweden. It may be seen there on every woman’s apron, on undergarments, on the kitchen shelves. It was while on a visit to the town of Hardanger in Norway that a New York designer realized its possibilities. She took patterns of the work and came home and designed a gown trimmed in Hardanger for a society woman at Newport, and the rage was started. The second season other people in New York had Hardanger, and by the next season it was to be seen in every shop. - The Delineator.

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In the passing away of Mrs. Ed. Miller earth has lost one of its fairest flowers and heaven has gained a thousand fold. Was there ever a more beautiful soul? Sweet lovable creature who lived a life so pure, so holy. May all whose good fortune it was to know her emulate her memory by imitating her example. What a rare blessing it was to be her friend and though it is eighteen years since I beheld those kindly features. Still as I read in the Gleaner at the home of Bertha and Louisa Fricke, those sad words - she is dead! - how all came back to me. Well do I remember when Kate, Tom and myself were fellow teachers and through them I had the rare fate of becoming acquainted with their sainted mother. I lived in south town and she in north, but whenever mother sent me for a spool of thread or a paper of needles I’d wander way out to Mr. Hunt’s store and steal away for a glimpse of that dear face in the house across the way.

How I did love her, and how many times in these eighteen years in other homes farther west I always felt inspired after a visit with her and considered my time most valuably spent when spent with that grand, noble, woman - Mrs. Ed. Miller.

And now she is gone - gone to that other world where her husband and son preceded her. I can see her now hand in hand with them and oh how blissful must have been their meeting! Though Kate, Jack and Hannah are still left behind three of that once united family are together - a joyous band. Since you have journeyed so far away, dear friend, I’ll reluctantly say farewell! farewell the sweetest, dearest lives ever created on earth. - Clare O. Bonnot. Portland, Oregon