Thursday, January 10, 1901
A new variety of bread is being introduced by our Hebrew housekeeper at Marlinton. It is baked of flour ground from a mixture of wheat and rye in equal proportions. It is very palatable, nutritious and wholesome.
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The Maine man who has been engaged for 20 years in trying to find an ear of corn with an odd number of rows might learn a lesson of the old slave who succeeded in finding one and thus won his freedom. While the corn was still growing and the rows had but formed on the ears, he carefully pulled down the husks and with his pen knife scraped out a row. The corn matured in due season and the slave easily met the conditions upon which he was to be set free. That the number of rows of corn is always even under normal conditions is no more remarkable than the fact that a capital M may be seen on the back of every blade of oats just before the grain has begun to ripen. On some blades it may not be well defined, but is there nevertheless, and in many cases it is as distinct as if the impression were made with type.
JAPANESE IMMIGRATION
Immigration to this country from Japan has brought a higher class with the laborers, and one whose coming is a complement to our educational system. Education is relatively hard to get in Japan, where wages are so low that a student cannot afford to support himself and go to school, too. But the public schools in San Francisco and the two great universities at Berkeley and Palo Alto are free to them, and ambitious young men of the upper classes have been glad to come to California, where they could work as servants in private households and hotels while preparing to take their degrees. To such an extent does the practice prevail that two years ago it was estimated that there were 5,000 Japanese seeking education in California alone.
MARRIED
At 5 p.m. January 2, 1901, by Rev. W. T. Price, on horseback in the public highway near Inframonte Cottage, George Preston Moore and Miss Maggie Alice Tacey. The bride is a daughter of George Tacey, of near Cass, and granddaughter of the late Allan Galford. The groom is the eldest son of the late Andrew Moore, at Driftwood. The bridal party went to Laurel Run where a reception awaited them at Mr. and Mrs. David McClure’s. The combined ages of the couple is 36 years, one 20 and the other 16. One of the youngest couples of the season.
THE FADING YEAR
Toward the sunset-girded Past
See the Old Year plod along;
Fall the twilight shadows fast,
And the restless winter blast
Shrills its eerie evensong.
From the ragged harvest lands
And the peevish woodland ways
Nature waves her wasted hands
In a last adieu, and stands
Moaning for her golden days.
Over frosted plain and hill
Broods the white repose of death;
And the river’s heart is chill,
And the river’s voice is still,
As, in fear, it holds its breath.
Down the dwindling path that leads
Into ages dark and dim
Slow, the gray Old Year recedes
And a phantom host of deeds
And desires follow him.
To his threadbare clothes they cling,
Pleading with him to return
Back across the days and bring
Half the joys that made them sing,
Half the hopes that made them burn.
Love stands in the path and pleads
For an hour of old delight.
Mocked Ambition cries his needs,
But the Old Year never heeds
Passing onward toward the night,
Speak one word, departing year,
From thy silent lips and cold,
Tell me, may the heart not bear
Voices grown supremely dear
Calling as in days of old?
From the Past may we not gain
One sweet token of your youth,
One fair blossom from the plain
Where joy blossoms in shine or rain
And hope wore the guise of truth?
