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Plainville Times from Plainville, Kansas • 7

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Obituary R. H. Benedict, one of the oldest settlers of Rooks count died at Salina, Kansas May 24, 1919 at the advanced age of nearly eightyeight years having been born June 9, 1831. His birth place was Brockport, New York, where he passed his early life and obtained his education. Born of New land parents, there was early installed into his mind those sterling virtues of honesty and integrity for which during his long life he was remarkable.

In 1868 he was married to Miss Katie Freer, who many years ago preceded him to the great beond. At the commencement of the civil war, volunteering for service he was rejected on account of physical disability and while his brother marched to the colors he remanied behind to render aid to the widows and orphans made desolate by the ravages of war, contributing of his substance and often depriving himself of comforts to aid his country in her hour of need. He came to Kansas in 1885, settling in Republic county, coming to Rooks county in 1880, since which time he has resided. He married his present wife who survives him April 28, 1884. He leaves six children to mourn his loss: Mrs.

Matie Kerr of Salina, Kansas; Miss Julia Benedict of Kansas City, Mrs. Clara Grundy of Herrington, Kansas; H. Benedict of Atlanta, Kanass; Mrs. Esther Dunning and Orlando Benedict both of Hill City, Kansas. Also a brother, 0.

R. Benedict of Mena, Arkansas; and two sisters, Mrs. M. E. Ady, of Webster; and Mrs.

Clara Falsom of Rock Rapids, Iowa. He accepted Christ in his later days and died at peace with his Savior. Thus exemplifying the words of Holy writ "At evening time it shall be light." Thou art gone to the grave, we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough pathway of life by thy side. But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, since the Savior has died. George Stewart would like your hail insurance business.

See him in regard to a policy. Wiles--McGhghy Miss Lydia Wiles of Plainville and Mr. Alferd McGhghy of Plainville, were married Monday, June 9th, at Stockton, Kansas. The bride who has made Plainville her home for the past winter is a sister of Perry Wiles and Mre. H.

Staaz of Plainville. She has made many friends since making her home here. The groom is a son of Mrs. Phlista McGhghy of this city. He is well known in Plainville and vicinity and their many friends wish them much joy and happiness.

J. J. Allen has purchased L. D. Rollow's photograph business, The latter expects to move to Utah to be with his aged father.

Attention! Farmers and Ranch Men I am interesting a few wide-awake farmers on Horse Dentistry G. W. Watkins C. A. Reed Will Gick C.

G. Cochran Sons John Tom Jeleneck Herb Vine Theo Eiler Joe Keagy Mose Thyfault Sons Frank Overholser Please read the 10th verse of the 12th chapter of Proverbs. Then go down to the Red Line Garage and inspect some of my dental work. Have your horses teeth put in shape for harvest by the RIGHT MAN at RIGHT PRICE: This notice is subject to change. Thanking you in advance, Dr.

J. 1 E. Garvin Plainville Phone 1123 Codell Phone 25-4 sage, it's-. Oh, here, talk to Miss Jacks-she'll Shoe Repairing G. J.

BISSETT, Prop. Neat work guaranteed. Let us doctor your sick shoes. Under Royal Cafe. Plainville, Kansas DR.

J. PUGH Graduate Veterinary Deputy State Live Stock Inspector Plainville, Kansas Calls answered day or night Phone No. 173 J. N. Sawyer J.

J. Sawyer J. N. SAWYER SON Funeral Directors and Embalmers Prompt attention given to all calls. One of the largest lines of Caskets in the county carried in stock.

Plainville, Kansas. Plainville Dray and Express Line A. S. BENEDICK, Prop. Satisfaction Guaranteed.

Baggage promptly delivered to any part of the city. Plainville, Kansas. Glotzbach Grain and Coal Co. Coal of all Kinds. Corn and Oats for sale all the time.

CHICHESTER BRAND. PILLS Ladies! Ask your Druggist for Chi-ches-ter a Diamond Brand, Pills in Red and Gold metallic boxes, sealed with Blue Ribbon. Take no other. Buy of your Druggist. Ask for BRAND PILLS, for 25 years known as Best, Safest, Always Reliable SOLD BY DRUGGISTS EVERYWHERE Jerkwater Jazz By ARCHEY CAMERON NEW (Copyright, 1919, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) Andy Scobell, property despot at the Olympia, sat in the back alley, his chair tilted against the stage door, pufting contentedly at his old briar pipe.

It was Sunday evening and Andy's mood matched nicely the serenity of the early twilight peace. And then trouble in the irate form of O'Brien, the orchestra leader, stalked up the alley and confronted Andy. "What's it mean, this Sunday night stuff?" demanded O'Brien, thrusting two pudgy fists into his trousers pockets and glaring at Andy. "Here I was, takin' a nice li'l snooze, an' th' wife comes an' jabs me and says, 'Mr. Forrest says y' must come t' th' theater right What's the idea? Special show for th' visitin' rajah, 'r a peace rally of th' Hibernians?" Andy exhaled a long cloud from each nostril and grinned.

"Neither," he replied briefly. "Tornado Tessie jes' blew in, with her new act with human fleas. Needs special rehearsin'." "Tornado puzzled, heard of "Not plained and her Andy a bear for mighty get a move here almost re they're Y'll find switch." O'Brien same time Tessie?" repeated O'Brien, scratching his head. "Never her." under that name y' haven't," exAndy. "It's Miss Fay St.

Jacque first time at this theayter." grinned in retrospection. "She's speed, that kid. But she's nice. You'll like her. Better on.

Her company's been five minutes now. Chances all ready, they're that quick. her music on th' table near th' opened the door, and at the opened the secret of Andy's kindly praise. For he knew Miss St. SCORG "It Can't Be Done." Jacque had been liberal to the erst while demon, when he saw a full-set stage, brilliantly illuminated with a lavish waste of foot, border and spotlights.

The only other person in sight was Gregory, his chief violinist, who was poring anxiously over the "score" on the table. O'Brien took one look, and yelled. "What t'hell?" he shrilled. "What is this--music or stage direction for a storm scene?" "It has got a lot of Jazz to it," admitted Gregory, sadly. "Jazz!" echoed O'Brien.

"It can't be done -and that's all. Th' only thing that could play this stuff'd be an electric fan, 'r a dynamo. I resign." "Oh, please don't." O' O'Brien received another shock, for he suddenly found at his side the daintiest, prettiest little girl he had faced in many moons. And her voice was soft and purring, not at all like this-er-music. "It isn't hard," she assured him, with a smile.

"We've danced to it eight times a day -all the way through. It's a little fast, but-" "A little fast," gasped O'Brien, clutching at the table for support. "It's too fast for me, Miss Jacks. I can't do it-that's all." "But I must have some one," she pleaded, in sudden alarm. "The girls are getting ready--and we open here Wednesday night.

I'd pay ex-" "Beggin' your pardon, boss," Gregory interrupted to O'Brien. "Maybe Tripp can do it; he's not working now." "George Tripp?" protestingly. "Bah! He's a funeral director." "I think he can do it, though," persisted Gregory. "He's down in the country now--at Bush Falls, thi minutes ride. Got a phone, too.

Call him up." "Ill try it," O'Brien reluctantly gave in. "I can do th' second violin, but lead -never. Where's 'at phone?" "Let me go with you, please," urged the little dancer. her eyes sparkling with new-born hope. "I'm so anxious." "Come on," granted O'Brien and he led the way graciously through the darkened theater to the lobby.

He soon raised Tripp on the wire and heard his voice, then explained briefly what he wanted. "Down there--in the bush?" he was heard to protest, after a few minutes. "Y' can't do it." A pause. "But y' haven't seen this score. It looks like th' dots and dashes of a telegraph mes- arrange." He handed over the instrument to the girl, who joined him a few minutes later with a rather rueful look.

"He wants me to come up there, or down there, wherever it is," she said, "in that backwoods place and rehearse. I know I'll just die. I detest the country. You're to come on Tuesday, with the others. He wants me to come tonight.

Says he'll meet me at the station, and his mother is fixing up the spare room. Ought I to---er-do it?" "Sure!" came the prompt rejoinder. "If you want to put the act on. But how in th' dickens he expects t' play jazz in that jerkwater town gets me, it sure does." Three young and dainty girls and five men with the appearance of musicians from the cases that they bore, alighted from the electric train at a little station in the woods and looked about them disgustedly. "Bush Falls!" echoed the girls in chorus.

"Ye gods!" "Can you direct me to Mr. George Tripp's place?" demanded the leader of the party, a portly, florid individual, of a half-asleep youth dawdling behind the wheel of a much-used Ford. The youth awoke with a start and surveyed the crowd with interest. "Be you th' crowd he's expectin'?" he demanded, and they nodded. "Well, jump right i in." The girls gasped, but finally clambered in, and the overstuffed machine departed 1 for the Tripp place.

Within sight of the big farmhouse two figures stood up, at the top of an immense haystack, and waved frantically to the approaching party. "Th' hay rubes be lookin' 1 fer some music," said O'Brien in a nasal accent. An' no wonder, after listenin' for a whole day to Tripp an' that awful score." And then the couple in blue overalls and sunbeamers ran up to the machine. "It's Fay!" screamed the girls in chorus. "It's Tripp!" yelled O'Brien, dumfounded.

"I knew you'd give that idea up soon's y' saw the score." "But we haven't," Fay and George Tripp answered in chorus. "What?" cried O'Brien. "D'ye mean you can do that cyclone stuff up here in these peaceful hills? Why, even th' sun slows up roundin' that curve back yonder." "That's the very place to rehearse this stuff," answered Tripp, brightly. 'Even Fa-even Miss St. Jacque admits it.

Back in town, everything's going at top speed. There's too much competition. You can't keep your mind on your number. Up here we've worked it up to perfection. The act's going over big.

Come on in." He paused to help the girls off with their wraps and invited them hospitably into a large living room, squared off at one end for a stage, and prepared, evidently, for action. "And now it's this way." And with O'Brien, Gregory and the others listening raptly over his shoulder, Tripp plunged madly into the wildest, maddest, most syncopated music Bush Falls, O'Brien or even all Broadway had ever heard. And the girls, ready for action, leaped upon the improvised stage and soon were working madly. For an hour or more they rehearsed, company and orchestra, and then a little motherly woman whom George introduced as his mother, opened the loors of the dining room and welcomed them to an old-fashioned country dinner. O'Brien twenty minutes later, loosening his belt, looked quizzically at Fay St.

Jacque, who sat at George Tripp's right at the head of the table, and remarked, sotto voce, to Gregory, "I never heard o' puttin' a wildcat an' a sloth in th' same cage' 'r gettin' a funeral marcher t' play ragtime, but evidently it can be done. An' there's other things besides jerkvater towns as improves jazz, evidently-romance, f'r instance." And then as he noted the look that Fay shyly gave Tripp he was sure of it. Booze Is Not a Good Cure From the Ames Iowa Intelligencer: When a man comes to you all doubled up with pain and declares he will die in your presence unless you procure him a drink of whiskey send him to a doctor or else give him a dose of Chamberlain's Colic and Diarrhoea Remedy. There is a mistaken notion among a whole lot of people that booze is the best remedy for colic and stomach ache, adv. We do cleaning and pressing.

Palace. Coughs that hurt Piso's gives prompt and effective relief. It quickly soothes inflammation and irritation. Bases allays tickling. Get Piso's from your druggist.

Contains No Opiate Safe for Young and Old SO AND SERVICE SAFETY GO HAND IN HAND HERE MAKE OUR BANK YOUR BANK The Farmers State Bank Merchants PLAINVILLE, KANSAS. Of the Pentecostal Church of the Nazarene will beheld at Plainville, Kansas, June 12 to 15, 1919. Following is the program: Thursday, June Twelfth. 7:30) p. m.

Opening service lead by the Group Superintendent. 8:00 Preaching Rev. B. H. Edwards, Friday, June Thirteenth 10:00 a.

m. Devotional J. D. Wadley 10:30 Sermon Mrs Mary Calhoon 11:00 Open discussion on "Pioneer Work." 2:00 p. m.

Devotional Frank Mayhew 2:30 "'The demoralizing effect of the war on our boys, and what can we do to remedy it? C. L. Calhoon-Clifford Acheson 3:00 How will the proposed "League of Nations effect the religious world? Frank MayhewCliff Cornwell 4:00 Song Rubie Martindale 4:00 "Gods plan in financing His Church." Ira Mahew-Gordon Sandy 7:30 Praise service. Song, Mrs. Calhoon 8:00 Sermon, Evang.

Edwards. Saturday, June Fourteenth 10:00 a. m. C. L.

Calhoon 10:30 "The relation of the family. to the R. L. MartindaleMrs. R.

0. Edwards 11:00 Song Rubie Shepard 11:00 "The relation of the young peoples society to the Group Meeting J. D. Wadley -Andrew Whittington 2:00 p. m.

Devotional Rev. Steward 2:30 What are some of the hindrances to the blessing of B. Freeland-Otto Cross 3:00 Song Male Quartettte 3:30 "Should we evangelize, or conserve J. G. Bignali-Butler Acheson 4:00 Business.

7:30 Praise service. 8:00 Evangelistic B. H. Edwards, Wiles--Thomas Miss Sadie Wiles of Ellis, and Mr. Spergon Thomas of Plainville, were married Sunday June 8th, at Stockton.

The bride is a sister of Perry Wiles of this city and Mre. Henry Staaz southwest of town. The groom has a position in McClay's Ice plant. Sunday evening they were served to ice cream and cake at Mr. and Mrs.

Perry Wiles'. A number of relatives and friends were present. The young people will make their home in Plainville. We are today making ten doctors where we are making one blacksmith. We are turning out ten lawyers to one carpenter or stone mason.

We are turning out regularly ten professional men to one mechanic. We are being swamped with men who work mentally and dream and dream, while we are starving for the ones who construct with their hands. What will the end -Bert Walker. BUY Justrite Bread MADE BY Plainville Bakery Plainville, Kansas Pumps, Windmills Well Tubing Have a complete line of pumps and Windmills Calls answered promptly and work carefully done A full line of Bath Tubs, Lavatories, Sinks, Toilet and Range Boilers on hand. Any extensions you intend to make, call me and get my prices.

Our repair department is always ready. J. H. LEE Office Phone 205 Residence Phone 160.

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