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MURFREESBORO INDEX. VOL. XXII. NO. 38. MURFREESBORO, N. C., THURSDAY, JUL V 2,1908 $1.00 A YEAR. IN ADVANCE. THE EAGLE SCREAMS. I am the American Eagle, And my wings flap together. Likewise, I roost high. And I eat bananas raw Rome may sit on her Seven hills and howl, But she can not Sit on Me! Will she please put that In her organ and grind it? J am mostly a bird of peace And I was born without teeth. But I’ve got talons That reach from the storm- Beaten coasts of the Atlantic To the golden shores of the Placid Pacific, And’ I use the Rocky Mountains As whetstones to sharpen them I never cackle till I Lay an egg. And I point with pride To the eggs I’ve laid In the last hundred years or so I’m game from The point of my beak To the star spangled tips Of my tail feathers; And when I begin To scratch gravel, Mind your eyes! I’m the cock of the walk, And the henbird of the Goddess of Liberty; The only gallinaceous E pluribus unum On record. I’m an eagle from Eagleville, With a scream on me that makes Thunder sound like Dropping cotton On a still morning, And my present address is Hail Columbia, U. S. A.! See? --New York Sun. 1acTwentieth Century Fourth HY NOT let this In dependence Day be one on which the hostess, too, de clares her inde pendence, on which she resolves to no longer be bound in servitude by the old broken line of rich red Japanese lan terns hung on red, white and blue ribbon, forming a pretty frieze and shedding light and air of gayety over the al fresco banquet. The ten guests comprising the house party will sit at a pretty round table, which is made by placing over will not write on the card, “The soup.” The next question is, “Where did you go at the St. Louis Exposition to have some fun?” “Pike.” This rare and delicious fish having been successfully captured and enjoyed, the attention is drawn to the third proposition. “What is the only country Russia has ever whipped?” If history is your favorite diversion you will know that it is Turkey, and the butler will have the pleasure of presenting a piece of that delicious fowl. “What famous singer spent most of the winter in America after an absence of some years?” Patti. Further along the list comes the bunker, “If your opponent on the golf links did you one more hole what would you consider yourself?” Pos sibly, if the victory is not too recent, you might own to being “beat.” After the vegetable has been masti cated the thrilling question to be an swered is, “What would you do if a pistol were pointed at your head?” Quail, no doubt, if you happen to be of the fair sex. “What would bread be with ?” Butter. “The unfortunate person will find his allowance is in what?” Pickle. “What were the beaus of olden times often called?” Macaroni. “What was the name of Noah’s sec ond son?” Ham. “If you girls wanted to go to Japan what would you say to your father?” Lettuce. The next apropos query would be for most persons rather an easy one. “With what do the children cele brate the Fourth of July?” Crack ers. When the sweet course appears these two questions will have to be answered before one is served: “If a woman, what do you do when you see a mouse?” Ice cream. “Where does a man put an engage- i raent ring?” Lady finger. “Where do you go after the play for supper?” Cafe. These are merely a few questions given by way of suggestion, but, of course, each hostess must be guided in her selection by the menu. The mistakes in answering the questions will be delightfully funny, and fancy the sport to be had in jollying the guests who get the most impossible mixtures and the poor unfortunates THE DAYS OF SEVENTY-SIX! My Grandmother’s Story. BY E. NORMAN GUNNISON. It was in the early summer, When the drumming of the drummer Growing daily grum and grummer, Beat the time for marching men. When across each shaded valley, And through every street and alley, Calling patriots to rally, Came the summons once again. We were in a blaze of glory, For our gran’sire told the story, How the Hessian and the Tory From the face of Washington Fled, like sheep when sore affrighted, How their stalwart ranks were Flighted, Just as morning fires were lighted, Ere they scarce had fired a gun. How, at Princeton and at Trenton, Troops that Howe had fondly leant on, Were surprised, while they were bent on Christmas joys and hours of glee. How their ranks were crushed and broken, As a signal and a token That their death-doom should be spoken By the cannon of the free. Rent the morning air asunder, As our Stark broke into town; And how Forest's grand artillery Put the Hessian troops in pillory. Pouring forth from the “Distillery"* Iron showers to crush them down. forms of entertainment which have grown threadbare from use since the days of the Revolutionary War? Let her get up something original, wheth er she has to think it out herself or copy some clever idea. People are growing weary of the monotonous repetitions of July 1 entertainments and anything new, even though it may lack in merit, will meet with greater appreciation than compelling your guests to go through any one of the old performances that remind them of an annual duty they are forced to perform instead of an occasion of merriment and enjoyment. Don’t let dime novel sentiment enter into your program. If you have anything sug gestive of patriotism avoid the com monplace hurrah that pleases the hoi polloi. Your guests should not be treated as the rabble, and you should not resort to the politician’s means of arousing, interest by grandstand methods. Avoid the kind of amuse ¬ ment that appeals to the gallery. The shooting off of firecrackers, pyro technic displays in the evening and the singing of national airs now please only the juvenile American— juvenile in years or mentality. The twentieth century hostess must provide something for the amusement of her guests out of the beaten track—the more outre, bizarre and unusual the more desirable. A scheme which smacks of origin ality has been thought out by a clever Boston girl, who will entertain at her country home a house party over In dependence Day. Golf, motoring, ten nis and the old, old game of hearts, with Cupid as score keeper, will be played throughout the day, but on the evening of the glorious Fourth will come the crowning fun of the occa sion—a most original and amusing dinner. For this function the young hostess will transform her living room porch into a dining room. Pa triotic and artistic effects will be achieved by draping American and French flags around the sides of the inclosure, with tall palms in attrac tive groups to lend a touch of cool ing green to the mise en scene. At the top of the piazza will run a PARADING ON THE FOURTH. Oh, what shouts we gave to cheer them! Though we knew they could not hear them. Still our blessings lingered near them— We were girls and could not fight. But we had an only brother, He, the idol of our mother, Shared with Stark and many another In the glory of that night. And, ah me! I had a lover, Though the calling of the plover Sounds above the flowers which cover His last rest on Monmouth plain. How h’s eves fished? uide with glory As he heard ■ or E^nsire's st-^! van 11 be that, erv.saea ana "gory. .. He was buried with the slain? He was but a boy, and tender, And was delicate and slender. Ah, what service could he render? But he took his father’s gun. Though he might be slightly froward. He was certainly no coward; In the morning, Abner Howard Joined the troops of Washington. Then the days grew sad and cheerless, Though our men were marching fearless, Chasing up the army, peerless, Of the British to the coast. And at Monmouth’s dreadful battle We could head the muskets rattle. Men were slaughtered there like cattle, In the ranks of either host. But Lord Howe was sore defeated. And his shattered troops retreated. With their dead behind, unsheeted. And. in spite of all his talk, Every hireling Hessian pelter** Rushed and hurried, belter skelter, Down to Sandy Hook for shelter, And took refuge in New York. Then came days of cheer and sadness- Days of hope and days of madness, Of despondency and gladness; And, alas, they told to me Of his death! I could not save him, But no tyrant could enslave him. ’Twas my gift. I freely gave him That my country might be free. an‘ ordinary kitchen pine table one of the round wooden tops every hostess provides in several different sizes for the dinner entertaining. The ex quisite linen damask tablecloth will hide all suspicion of the table’s ple beian origin, and the pretty board will gleam with silver and glass. One course will be served on blue Revolu tionary china worth its weight in gold to a collector. The table decorations will be small silk flags, and broad tri colored ribbons will run out from the centre of the table and hang down to the floor. A large Liberty bell of red, white and blue flowers will be sus pended over the table. A mound of geraniums shorn of their leaves makes the floral centrepiece. At each girl’s place will be arranged dainty little rustic baskets filled with bluish purple sweet peas, and tiny Conti nental military hats made of dark blue crinkled paper ornamented with a gold cockade are designed for the men’s dinner favors. The menus are to be imposing scrolls, with seals— small Declarations of Independence tied up with tri-colored ribbon. Instead of the names of viands that appear on the usual menu, on this scroll menu there will appear a per plexing lot of questions written out by the clever hostess. When the guests are taking their seats she will make the rather start ling announcement “that whether you people get anything to eat or not will depend upon your own wits.” You can well imagine the consternation of the company. And she will further explain that “if you give the right answers to the questions asked on the scroll by your plate the servants will help you; otherwise you go without. So be careful what you write.” The first brain splitting puzzler is, “What will you be in if you answer wrong?” And if you’re not vretty quick at this sort of nonsense you who are ravenous with nothing more substantial than a pickle and a cracker to satisfy their appetites. Three minutes is the time allowed for answering each question. The hostess will keep score and at the end of the feast will present to the girl who has dined both wisely and well a dainty muslin sunbonnet “to keep her head always cool,” and successful guesser of the masculine success with an “umbrella to ward off brain storms.” Quite a novel function not as elab orate as a dinner is a Fourth of July tea. The picturesque feature of this affair is to have the girls pour tea and serve lemonade dressed in colonial frocks, quaint bonnets, mitts and sandals. This tea will be held on the lawn, and over the tea and lem onade tables will be large Japanese umbrellas, which are more attractive than hot and uncomfortable tents. The ices, sandwiches and bouillon are served from the house and passed by the servants.— From What-To-Eat, the Pure Food Magazine. In Readiness For the Day. F. Cracker—“Let’s go off on a reg ular bust this Fourth, Mr. Rockit.” Mr. Rockit—“All right. I’m al ways game for a little blow-out.” But I put away my spinning, And the dress I was beginning— God forgive me if ’twas sinning! For my eyes with tears were dim. And I mourned him as none other Ever mourned a patriot-lover; Where the green grass spreads its cover, 1 was buried up with him. Still, I married Gran’ther Holden, And some days were bright and golden, Though my heart grew sore and olden When 1 thought of Abner, dead. But for years and years I tarried, Nor consented to be married, Till your gran’ther’s waiting carried; And at last, at last we wed. It was seventy years. The hummer ■■ And the calling of the drummer ★ Tell that earth is bright with summer— WithAhe summers that have fled— And I hear a pleasant humming. Hark! The British! Hear the drumming! I am coming, Abnef, coming! When they raised her, she was dead! 1 am old, and sometimes weeping Where the lovers now are sleeping, With wild flowers o’er them creeping. Sad and happy feelings mix. I tell to you her story Of battle and of foray, That your hearts may feel the glory Of the days of Seventy-Six. "The old Distillery where Forest posted his guns, long since torn down. **New Jersey name for Hessians. ■■Humming- bird. ★The woodpecker. GROVER CLEVELAND DIES JI PRINCETON One of the Country’s Greatest Citizens. LAST OF THE EX-PRESIDENTS. Heart Failure, Complicated With Pul monary Thrombosis and Oedema, I the Immediate Cause of Death— Announcement of His Death a Shock to the Country. Princeton, N. J. (Special).—Gro ver Cleveland, twice president of the United States, died at 8.40 o’clock Wednesday morning at his home, Westland, in the quiet college town, where he had lived since his retire ment as the nation’s chief executive, almost 12 years ago. Mr. Cleveland was 71 years old March 18 last. He and Mrs. Cleveland celebrated the twenty-second anniversary of their wedding here on June 2. The affair was very quiet because of Mr. Cleve land’s illness. A large wedding cake' containing 22 candles was sent to them by some of their neighbors. When death came, which was sud den, there were in the death chamber, on the second floor of the Cleve land residence, Mrs. Cleveland, other members of the family, Dr. Joseph' D. Bryant, of New York, Mr. Cleve land’s family physician and personal friend; Dr. George R. Lockwood, also of New York, and Dr. John M. Car- nochan, of Princeton. An official statement given out and signed by the three physicians says: “Mr. Cleveland for many years had suffered from repeated attacks of gastro-intestinal origin. Also he had long-standing organic disease of the heart and kidneys. Heart fail ure, complicated with pulmonary thrombosis and oedema, was the im mediate Cause of his death." CHRONOLOGY OF CLEVE LAND’S LIFE. March 18, 1837—Born in Cald well, Essex County, N. J. 1 855—Entered law office in | Buffalo as clerk. 1859—Admitted to the bar. 1863-66—Assistant District At- | torney of Erie County. 1870-73—Sheriff of Erie Coun- I ty. 1873-81—Tn lucrative practice j of profession at Buffalo. 1881-82—Mayor of Buffalo; es- | tablished reputation for economy | and executive ability. I 1 882-84 — Governor of New | York; constantly attracting na- [ tional attention. 1 8-84-88 — President of the United States, after defeating James G. Blaine, Republican, by majority of 37 electoral votes. June 2, 1 886—Married at the White House, Miss Frances Fol som, daughter of his former law partner. 1888—Defeated for Presidency by Benjamin Harrison, Republi can. 1888-1892—Practising law in New York City. | 1892-1896 — Again President of the United States, after defeat ing Harrison, through an over whelming reversal of popular sen timent. Clashed with party in Senate and quarreled with Sena tor Gorman on tariff. Demanded British consent to arbitration of boundary dispute with Venezuela. 1896—Refused support to Wil liam J. Bryan, Democratic candi date for Presidency, and ticket upon which Bryan ran. Retired to Princeton, N. J., and took up quiet life there. 1897—Honored by Princeton with degree of LL. D. June 10, 1 905—Elected trus tee of Equitable Life Assurance | Society. June 24, 1908—Died at Prince- | ton home. Former President Grcvsr Cleveland. While Mr. Cleveland had been in poor health for the last two years and had lost a hundred pounds of weight, his death came unexpectedly. Some three weeks ago he was brought home from Lakewood, where his condition for a time was such that the hotel at which he was stay ing was kept open after its regular season because he was too ill to be moved. But when Mr. Cleveland was brought back to Princeton he showed signs of improvement and actually gained five pounds in weight. Although confined to his room con tinuously after his return to Prince ton, it was not until Tuesday that Mr. Cleveland’s condition aroused uneasiness on the part of Mrs. Cleve land. Undoubtedly affected by the heat, Mr. Cleveland showed signs of failure, and Mrs. Cleveland telegraph ed to Dr. .Bryant, who came over from New York. Dr. Lockwood fol lowed Dr. Bryant, and when they reached here Dr. Carnochan, who had been Mr. Cleveland's local physician since the former president came to Princeton, was also called in. During the evening Mr. Cleveland seemed to rally and Mrs. Cleveland, who always has been optimistic about her hus band’s health, felt assured that it was merely another of the many attacks Mr. Cleveland had suffered, and she informed those who inquired that his condition was not serious. The End Peaceful. Mr Cleveland became worseduring the night and Mrs. Cleveland was called to the bedside of her husband. The distinguished, patient sank into unconsciousness, from which he re covered at times only to suffer a re lapse. This continued throughout the night and early morning. The last time he became conscious was about two hours before he died. Death was peaceful. Just before he died Mr. Cleveland sought to say something, but his words were in audible. The news of Mr. Cleveland’s death came as a sudden shock to the peo- iple of Princeton, as it did to the people of the rest of the world. Everybody in Princeton knew he was sick and was interested in him, but none seemed to think the.end was so near. Many of the intimate friends of the family and many others not so close were unable to see Mrs. Cleve land and all of them left cards. The visitors, newspaper men, photograph ers and others became so numerous that the police authorities placed a policeman on guard at the Cleveland home, and no one but intimate friends and those in charge of the funeral arrangements were permitted to approach the house. The Cleveland residence stands in a beautiful spot at Bayard lane and Hodges Avenue, on the northwestern outskirts of Princeton. The house, a comfortable looking two-and-a-half story strucure of colonial architec ture, is well back from the two thor oughfares. It is painted white, and almost hidden by stately pine trees. Here is was Mr. Cleveland’s wont to roam and enjoy the life of retire ment. Message From President. It was not until late in the day that messages of condolence began to come in from all parts of the world to Mrs. Cleveland. One of the first was from President Roosevelt, who will* attend the funeral, which will be held on Friday afternoon and which, in deference to Mrs. Cleve land’s wishes, will be as private as possible. Mr. Cleveland’s body will be buried in Princeton Cemetery in the family plot, where lie the re mains of Ruth, the eldest of the Cleveland children, whose deah was a sad blow to the father. COTTON REPORT LEAK CASE. MR. CLEVELAND AT REST Funeral Services Simple as Those of Humblest Citizen. Princeton, N. J. (Special).—Gro ver Cleveland’s body lies buried in the Cleveland plot in Princeton Ceme tery. At 6 o’clock, just as the sun was sinking in the West, a distin guished company silently watched as the body was lowered into the grave. Then the simple burial service of the Presbyterian Church was read and before the last of the carriages in the cortage had driven up to the path leading to the burial place, the benediction had been pronounced and the members of the family, President Roosevelt and others who had gather ed about the grave, were leaving the cemetery. Many of the personal friends of the dead statesman linger ed about the spot which was to mark his last resting place, and each in turn was permitted to cast a shovel full of earth into the grave. Agreeable to the wishes of Mrs. Cleveland the services both at the house and at the cemetery were of the simplest character. An invoca tion, scriptural reading, a brief prayer and the reading of a William Wordsworth poem, “Character of the Happy Warrior,” constituted the serv ices at the house, while the reading of the bruial service at the grave was brief and impressive. Although the funeral was of a strictly private nature, those in at tendance numbered many distinguish ed citizens, including President Roose velt; Governor Fort, of New Jersey; Governor Hughes, of New York; Gov. Hoke Smith, of Georgia; former mem bers of President Cleveland’s cabi net, officials of the Equitable Life As surance Society, members of the Princeton University faculty and friends and neighbors. Mr. Cleveland was buried as a private citizen rather than as the former chief executive of the nation. There was nothing that savored oi the official and military element in jected solely as a measure of pre caution in protecting President Roosevelt. The President arrived at 4.38 P. M. and was met at the station by Governor Fort. The President, Gov ernor Fort and Secretary Loeb were driven at once to Westland. Upon his arrival at the house the Presi dent went to Mrs. Cleveland, offering his sympathy and expressing keen re gret at Mr. Cleveland’s death. The President then returned to th" reception room, where he body been removed in the afternoon f ron: the room on the seConu floor, in which Mr. Cleveland died. _ A\ iew minutes later the f our c ] pr g3 men who omuiaiea'U3"me uown L. * stairs to the hall leading to the recep-' tion room, followed by Mrs. Cleveland and the children, Esther and Richard. As they appeared upon the landing, accompanied by Dr. Joseph D. Bryant, the whole company rose and re mained standing throughout the serv ices. Mrs. Cleveland was gowned in black and wore a becoming hat with a short drooping veil. Esther was also in black, while Richard wore a white suit and black tie. Wordsworth’s Poem Read. The services began with an invo cation by Rev. Sylvester W. Beach, of the First Presbyterian Church, of Princeton, which was followed by Scriptural reading by Rev. Maitland V. Bartlett, of the West Farms Pres byterian Church, of New York, a former pastor of Mr. Cleveland, who read from the fourteenth chapter of the Book of John and a number of passages from the fourth and twenty- second chapter of the Thessalonians. “And they shall see His face,” read Dr. Bartlett in closing, “and His name shall be in their foreheads; they shall hunger nor thirst anymore; neither shall the sun light upon them nor any heat, for the land which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them and shall lead them unto living fountains of water and God shall wipe all tears from their eyes.” Df. Henry Van Dyke said that, “ac cording to the request of one whose slightest wish at this moment we all respect, there will be no address or sermon, but there was a poem, written more than a hundred years ago by William Wordsworth, which is expressive of his character.” He then read the poem “Character of the Happy Warrior.” This followed by readings from the Presbyterian Book of Common Worship, the services at the house concluding with a prayer. Haas And Peckham Arraigned On Charges In New York. New York (Special).—Moses Haas and Fred A. Peckham, indicted in the District of Columbia in connec tion with the government cotton re port leak case, surrendered them selves here, and were arraigned be fore Commissioner Shields, on a charge of bribery and conspiracy to defraud the government. Haas was held in $5,000 bail and Peckham was paroled in the custody of his counsel. Theodore N. H. Price, the broker who is accused of the same offense, is expected to surrender himself la ter. None of the three men can be taken to Washington without formal extradition papers. IVA SHIN GT ON The Milwaukee Chamber .of Com merce filed with the Interstate Com merce Commission a complaint charg ing five railroads with discriminat ing in favor cf Chicago in grain rates. A motion for a new trial was made in the cases of Frederick A. Hyde and Joost H. Schneider, convicted of conspiracy to defraud the govern ment. Proposals for furnishing 2,090,- 000 pounds of dynamite for use on the Isthmus of Panama have been invited by the Isthmian Canal Com mission. Lieutenant Commander Retzmann has been appointed to succeed Cap tain Hebbinghaus as German militarj attache at Washington. The Progressive Advertising and Distribution Company, of St. Paul, Minn., was debarred from the mails as a fraudulent business. Wages of employes of the Southern Railway, which were reduced, have- been raised to the former level. The wife of Minister Wu, her son and his wife and a granddaughter arrived at the Chinese Legation. Arguments for and against the Agricultural Department’s rule re quiring a meat inspector’s mark on oleomargarine were submitted to the Secretary of Agriculture. Preliminary orders have been is sued for the second cruise of the battleship fleet, on its way around the world. The New York Shipbuilding Com pany was the lowest bidder for the construction of four mine-planting vessels, at $764,777 each.
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