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August 17 1906/2006

Montrose - Wesley Gavitt went to Forest Lake last week on his new Crescent bicycle, visiting relatives. It spins like as top and sails like an arrow. AND The Country Club committee, having in charge the location of the site for the proposed club house, have decided upon the southwest corner of the grounds, just off Lake avenue, where the road forks toward the Borden creamery.

Hallstead - Fire broke out in Dr. VanNess' barn last Saturday night, which is used for storage purposes, threatening with destruction the block in which are located the Rogers' hardware store, Sands' drug store, and other business places. For a time the blaze was lively, but the excellent efforts of the firemen soon had it under control. A horse in the barn was badly burned, belonging to D. V. Hand.

Jackson - Frederick Benson, the well-known vocalist who has finished a forty weeks' engagement with Henry W. Savige's Castle Square Grand Opera company, is the guest of relatives in town.

Upsonville - Last Monday evening, just as the sun was sinking from view after one of the most glorious days of the summer, occurred the death, at his home, of Elam Rakestraw. The deceased had lived a noble life for four score years, having reached his 80th mile stone last January, and was prepared for the final summons from his Master. Mr. Rakestraw had many friends and few enemies. His tall, broad figure, although drooping slightly with the weight of years, commanded attention. He was a Quaker in religious belief. For the past 40 years he had made his home with friends, his wife having died some two score years ago and he has no survivors.

Heart Lake - Heart Lake has long been known to be wild and wooly--that's why city people like it. But to Mr. John Donovan, a traveling man of Binghamton, and Miss Kate Sullivan, of Scranton, that region surrounding the lake is looked upon by them as something similar to the dense wilderness of the Dismal Swamp. They got lost Saturday night you know, and of course it was all John's fault. John, you see, in wandering around the country and putting up at hostelries like the Jay [New Milford] and Tarbell [Montrose] Houses cultivates an epicurean's taste. His appetite was always good. But when he heard that there was to be a social out in the country about two miles from the lake, his face beamed so radiantly that a 32-candle power had no business shining around him. Of course John wasn't satisfied to play "solitaire" on this occasion, so he invited Miss Sullivan to share the promised pleasures. It might be mentioned that the walking was good. They walked. John's bump of location has never yet been found by a phrenologist. So used to riding on the cars, you know, that he wasn't on to following wagon tracks. And a queer thing about those roads were that they forked at every corner and John took the wrong fork invariably. At last after they had given up all hope of seeing the farmhouse where the social was to be held, they attempted to find their way back. A farmer who resides near Alford was ruthlessly awakened from his sound slumber and directed them to the route over the mountain they should follow. They dragged their weary feet over the ground they had traveled and at last, about three o'clock Sunday morning, their nostrils were greeted by the salt smell of the sea. The searching party, which was preparing to start out, after hearing the narrative of the wanderers, sought their couches and peace again reigned supreme at the lake. N.B. The chaperon of the party has threatened to put a bell on John.

Gibson - Mr. Crossley, of Binghamton, was here, Saturday, with his automobile. This was the third auto to visit our little village this summer.

Uniondale -Family reunions are a great feature of the events of this season; they come from near and far to hold their meetings in Mrs. E. Carpenter's grove. She has every convenience for making the gathering a pleasant one. She usually furnishes the dinner, and some weeks is kept busy nearly every day. Last week the Whitneys, from Jackson, and Tiffanys, from Pleasant Mt., met Wednesday and The Westgate gathering was Thursday.

Clifford - Clifford has three churches of much renown; /Two are kept in fine condition, one has tumbled down; / We have two as able preachers as any we know; / They will show by the gospel the way we should go. / We have a creamery, and fine butter we can make; / Finn is the manager--as good as any in the State. / We have three fine stores, with merchants attached, / Three as nice men as ever were "hatched." / Here is Rivenburg, our druggist, merchant, too; / As nice a little fellow as ever we knew. ; He is genteel and kind, never gets in a strife--/ The main thing needed is a nice little wife. / There is Harris, our postmaster and merchant, it is said/ Always wants to spark, but never to wed. / And there is Merchant Bliss, polite, genteel and true, / Takes orders for undertaking, sells furniture, too. / Here is Taylor, undertaker and tinner combined, / As fine a workman as any you will find; / We have two blacksmith shops, wagon repairing complete; / The Lott's are our workmen, and they are hard to beat, / Here is Spedding, our Landlord, hotel painted new; / He is accommodating, and will look after you; / His tables have abundance, his rooms are neat. / His bar is tidy and his barns are complete. / Here is Doctor Hager who keeps us well; / An able physician; few can him excel. / There is Oakley with his auto, rides through town with great speed; / He will take your order for iron roof if any you may need. / We have two cemeteries, the old and the new, / Kept up in good condition, we expect soon to be there, too. / The scenery is magnificent, as many do tell, / Here we will leave you and bid you a long farewell.

Hop Bottom - Undertaker Frank Janaushek has added a church truck and lowering device.

News Briefs: A handy and pleasant place for people who go to Binghamton by train is the well-known "Quick-John" restaurant on Chenango street, not far from the depots where there is not only quick service, but good things in abundance to eat. AND Boys, learn a trade while you are young. After you are 20 years old few will be found who will take the trouble to teach you one. When you are that old you will want a man's pay, and if you don't know anything you won't get it. Those that don't know a trade are always working at odd jobs and are paid the lowest wages. AND "Swallow foolish pride and let the children run in bare feet, despite what the neighbors say, if you desire to keep them healthy during the summer and make them strong for the winter," is the advice that Health Officer Joseph Auten gave to the mothers of Wilkes-Barre.

Compiled By: Betty Smith

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