Thursday, March 25, 1920
The marriage of Jacob L. Nixon and Mrs. Victoria Perry Astin was solemnized by the Rev. W. T. Price, D. D., noon, March 21st.
Mr. Nixon came here from Pennsylvania and is now manager of Jim Schanaut’s Amusement Hall.
Mrs. Nixon traces her relationship to a long line of Indian ancestry. Her father, a Cherokee warrior, refused to go west to an Indian reservation and was left unmolested living ninety-five years in the mountains of Kentucky and Tennessee.
The bride was not attired in tribal costume, but wore a modern waist of georgette and a skirt of satin.
The combined ages of the minister, bride and groom was one hundred and ninety-four years.
Kind wishes follow these good people who will be at home to their friends on Seneca Trail.
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We are glad to see that Hon. H. Blackhurst, the member from this county, and that both senators from this district, were consistent in their support of the Suffrage measure. It may be inconvenient to live on the top of a mountain, but it is a fact that you get a better view from there than in the low lands…
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Those agreeable rattlesnakes, the Senators, refused to ratify the peace treaty and returned it to the President with the word that they could not consent to it. That it was not what they wanted. The President knows now what it is to be between the devil and the deep sea – between the Senate on one side and the Chancelleries of Europe on the other.
It took the United States 536 days to fight the war and win it. After the war was over, then it took the statesman 493 days to decide that the peace treaty was not framed right. It is certain that the time spent in drawing up a peace contract will exceed in duration the period of the war…
Now that the Senate has treated the peace treaty as a piece of scrapping paper, we have been furnished a line of argument to be used in defense of a gentleman who was never defended before, and that is the Levite, who was passing along a road one day and saw a man lying in the side ditch, badly wounded by some thieves that he had fallen among.
The Levite belonged to the upper crust among the Hebrews. From his tribe came all of the leading men. They furnished all of the professional men from high priest to horse doctor, and he had been carefully trained to avoid entangling acquaintances. The wisdom that he acquired taught him that the less he had to do with thieves or those who fell among thieves, the better off he would be. So when he saw the man lying there without any clothes on, covered with blood, and mud, and dirt, it did not occur to him that it might be his duty to climb down the bank and see if there was anything that he could do to help the unfortunate creature.
He had studied a few hundred rules but none of them covered a case of this kind. And so he continued on his way to the Synagogue chewing on wisdom that was past and not knowing that the wounded man was in his jurisdiction.
The Levite did not know that he would be the subject of adverse criticism in thousands of Sunday Schools forever, just because he could not tell when the old order passeth.
The good reason that the Levite had in passing on, regardless, was that just a few moments before, a high priest had passed by the same way and left the poor man to the mercy of God.
The third man that came along was a Samaritan, or as we would say under the circumstances, a Mexican, but the man was to make the word Samaritan blessed for all time. For he got off his horse and threw the bridle reins on the ground and went down over the bank and when he found that the man was not dead, gave him a nip out of his bottle, and brought some water to him in his hat, and got his slicker coat off his saddle, and hoisted the hurt man up on his horse, and took him to the Hoover House and stood for the bill, and set up with him that night.
The next day before he rode away he left two pennies, a considerable sum in those days, and gave it to the landlord and said to take care of the stranger, and rode away immortal.
And all the ingrowing mind of the Levite could see in it was the rightness of the right, and all that he could say was that it was just like a Samaritan, and that a fool and his money were soon parted.
Yet, the Levite only acted according to his lights. He could not see an opportunity. He took no chances. He was a conservative and he has been universally damned in fifty-seven different languages from the day of the utterance of the healing words of Christ, and will be a horror and offense until the end of time.