Numbers 22, 23 & 24 are missing from the film. The Ellaville Sun Friday, Dec. 17, 1937 No. 25 "NOT TIRED OF EACH OTHER YET" SAY SCHLEY PAIR AFTER 62 YEARS Mr. and Mrs. James Chapman Observe 62nd Wedding Anniversary Thursday Mr. and Mrs. James Asbury Chapman of near Ellaville completed 62 years of married life yesterday. And eighty year old Mrs. Chapman, with bright eyes and a tender smile said softly "We're not tired of each other yet." To which her husband, 82, responded an enthusiastic affirmation. Simply but vividly they recalled their courtship, marriage and long years of marital companionship--an epic love story from real life. Sixty-two years ago last night--December 16, 1875--she, the former Miss Alice Chesterfield DeVane, blue-eyed and 18, became his bride. He was 20. The ceremony was performed by the late Rev. R.F. Williamson, Methodist minister from Ellaville. "We had a supper," said Mrs. Chapman, with a hearty chuckle, "and they served syllabub....but "Pa" (Mr. Chapman) wouldn't drink any....I liked it, but I didn't drink any because he didn't." She rather thinks she was a shy bride. Boy-Girl Sweethearts. "When did you first begin to like each other?" they were asked. Both gave the same answer: It was so early in life they can't say just when. Living in the same neighborhood, they were boy-girl playmates, and schoolmates. They used to visit each other when, as children of the War Between the States era, Mrs. Chapman---her mate disclosed---played with dolls made of pine knots. Before she reached the "sweet sixteen" age he began asking her to marry him. Neither was able to decide how old she must have been, but she told the "inside" story---to which he smilingly agreed: "I put him off three times. I told him I couldn't marry anyone as young as I was." Then she laughed and told how she really felt about his proposal: "He had made up his mind the last time he asked me, that I would never get a chance to turn him down again---and if I had known it, it would have scared me half to death! I never dreamed he had anything like that packed back in his head! She said "yes" that time, however, and there followed an engagement of about two years. "In those days," recollected Mrs. Chapman. "boys didn't go to see girls who were mortgaged property, but they do now." Came Through All Right "We've had our ups and downs through the years," explained the gray-haired woman as she crocheted deftly, citing several sorrows which came to them, "but we came through them all right." Mrs. Chapman, born Nov. 15, 1857, was the daughter of Liza Sellars Deane and John T. DeVane. She had three sisters and nine brothers. One brother, Frank DeVane of Chattanooga, Tenn., is 93. Born Sept. 18, 1855, Mr. Chapman was the son of Sara Winifred Carter Chapman and William Thomas Chapman. He is the last survivor of seven children. They had six children, five of whom are living. They are Chesterfield, Henry and Compton Chapman, all of Schley County; Mrs. Lily DeVane of Albany, Ga., and J. Martin Chapman, of LeGrand, Cal. They have 14 grandchildren and eight great-grandchildren. With the exception of about three years spent in Albany, the couple have lived their entire life in Schley County near their birthplaces. Mrs. Chapman vividly recalls being assigned "to watch for the Yankees while the rest of the family hid everything in the woods." Her father and three brothers went to the battlefront to fight for the South and all escaped injury. "I believe it was my mother's prayers that brought them back," said she. Years Kind To Couple. Advancing years have been kind to the now aged pair. Mr. Chapman milks two cows daily, brings in stove wood, feeds the stock and performs other chores. The bitter morning of the recent snow he suggested they let him go to a nearby wood to cut firewood--a task which the hired hand had decided would have to wait until the next day. The family had a happy laugh over his offer, for it showed he still had the urge to do things. He has retained his keen eyesight, needing glasses only for reading, but is hard of hearing, Mrs. Chapman, possessing fine eyesight and unimpaired hearing, likes to sit by the fireside and crochet. Only recently she finished a beautiful bedspread. And yesterday she was busy on another, using vari-colored thread. Both enjoy splendid health. "Somebody asked us the other day if 62 years wasn't a mighty long time to live together,".....but we're not tired of each other yet. Nor of living. Just as long as we keep our health we will be all right." They are outspoken critics of modernity. Declared Mr. Chapman, "I refrain from expressing my opinion, because of my age. I see so many things I don't approve of.....but I may be wrong." Added his wife: "It is best to live right yourself and pass it unnoticed." Nor do they offer any advice to the young things who are contemplating marriage. It was suggested to Mr. Chapman that he should be able to provide several tips after all these years, but he dismissed the suggestion with a good-natured laugh. Neither, however, can understand why one out of every six of present-day marriages end in divorce court "unless they just don't try to get along." "You're the first newspaper man who ever came to see us," said Mr. Chapman in bidding a Sun staff writer a friendly farewell," and I hope you won't misrepresent things." The writer promised. And Mr. Chapman laughed, and said he was certain the story would be accurate. RITES HELD FOR MRS. IDA MUNRO Prominent Woman Dies Wednesday Final tribute was paid to Mrs. Ida Munro, 82, member of a prominent and pioneer family of this section, at funeral services conducted from her residence at Putnam yesterday morning at 11 o'clock. In declining health for years and gravely ill for the past two weeks, Mrs. Munro died at her home Wednesday night at 6:15 o'clock. She was a member of Buena Vista Methodist Church. Her pastor, the Rev. J.W. Lilly, conducted the funeral. The Rev. Gaither A. Briggs of Buena Vista sang a solo. Burial was in the family cemetery near her home. Survivors include three brothers, Judge George Munro of Columbus, Horace Munro of San Francisco, Cal., and Dr. Henry Munro; a sister, Mrs. Robert Simpson of Waverly Hall, Ga. MOTT'S RECORD LAUDED BY ARMY Official Regret Is Expressed. A resolution expressing "deep sorrow and regret" over the tragic death of Sergeant John S. Mott, former Schley County man who was killed near Raeford, N.C., Oct. 16, and praising his fine service was received this week by his mother, Mrs. Hattie Mott, of Andrew Chapel. Sergeant Mott, a Fort Bragg, N.C., reservation ranger, was killed. evidence indicates, by men who were illegally hunting deer on the reservation. The resolution follows: HEADQUARTERS, Fort Bragg, North Carolina General orders: Number 9. 1. In the death of Sergeant John S. Mott, Ranger for the Ft. Bragg Military Reservation, which occurred near the boundary of the reservation, some six miles north of Raeford, on the morning of October 16th, is announced by the Commanding General with deep sorrow and regret. Sergeant Mott was killed while in the execution of his duties as Ranger Non-Commissioned officer for this reservation. The evidence indicates that he died while forbearing to kill those violating the law and in the endeavor to bring them to justice. 2. Born in Ellaville, Georgia on October 15, 1897m he first enlisted in the service July 15, 1918. He served with honor in France during the World War. Re-enlisting January 10, 1921, he was assigned to Battery "B", 17th Field Artillery, in which organization he has served continuously. He was promoted to the grade of sergeant, having his warrant continued in effect for four successive enlistments. He was loved by all who knew him. 3. Sergeant Mott exercised his duties with firmness and a strong sense of justice tempered with kindness which was typified in the last act of his life. 4. He died exemplifying the finest tradition of the service, going forward in the face of death to do his duty. By command of Brigadier General McCloskey: Harwood C. Bowman, Major, 4th Field Artillery, Adjutant. LETTERS TO SANTA CLAUS Dear Santa Claus, Please bring me a pair of gloves, a story book, a game of Uncle Wiggly, and some candy and fruit. Please remember my parents and my teacher. With love, Linah Hutto Dear Santa Claus, I am seven years old. I am in the second grade. Please bring me a red coat with a zipper, a pair of gloves, some fruit, some candy, and Brazil nuts. Don't forget my mother and daddy. Mrs. Ruby Wells, my teacher, wants a pretty rug. She lives in Buena Vista. Bring me something nice too. Martha Kate Owens Dear Santa Claus, Please bring me a doll that wets its breeches, some fruit, and candy. Don't forget my mother and daddy. I wish you would come up to the school house some day so I can give you a big hug. With love, Betty Loretta Brown Dear Santa Claus, Please bring me an Uncle Wiggly game, Ally Oop, a story book, thermos bottle, a pair of gloves, some fruit and candy. Angie Tondee Dear Santa Claus, I am in the second grade. I am eight years old. I have been a good little boy. I want an air rifle, a car with lights on it, a book, and a cowboy suit. Remember my brother, mother and father. James W. Snider Dear Santa Claus, I am in the second grade. I am seven years old. Will you please bring me a police suit, air rifle, some shots, airplane, a basketball, some candy, Brazil nuts, and some fruit. Please bring Mrs. Ruby a rug. Gerald Johnson Dear Santa Claus, Please bring me a pair of gloves, a cap-buster, some fruit, candy, and nuts. James Lawhorn Dear Santa Claus, I am six years old. I am in the second grade. I love my teacher, and I love you just lots. Please bring me a cowboy suit, a cap-buster, some caps, a knife, fruit, nuts and candy. Clyde Smith, Jr. Dear Santa Claus, Please bring me a ring, a watch, and a pocketbook. Please bring my brother a ball and a horse. Alice Singletary. Dear Santa Claus, I am a little boy 4 years old. I want you to bring me a dump truck, scooter, fruits, candy and nuts. Your little friend, Bobbie Miller Dear Santa Claus, I am a little girl 9 years old. I am writing you to please bring me a bicycle, doll and some candy, fruit nuts and anything you have to spare, ands don't forget my little brother. Yours truly, Maribel Streetman Dear Santa, I am a little boy 9 years old, and in the fourth grade. I haven't got a daddy. Please bring me a bicycle, harp, lots of toys and all kinds of candies, fruit and nuts. Don't forget my three sisters, my teacher and my mother. Your little boy, John Guy, Jr. Dear Santa Claus, I am a little boy 7 years old and in the first grade. I am sending of you I drawed and colored in school today. Please bring me a tractor set, scooter, nuts, fruit and candy. Your little friend, John Miller Dear Santa, It gives me great pleasure to be able to write you this letter. You have always been very good to me each year at Christmas time. I have never been disappointed at that time. You always brought me what I ask you to. If you are as good to other boys and girls as you are to me, I know there are many happy children on Christmas day. Now Santa, I want to tell you what I want you to bring me this time. Here are the things I want: A good story book, tea set, a tiny pina, water colors, sewing set, and note book. Now if you bring me all of these things you will be a good, good Santa Claus. I am coming to town to see you, good old Santa Claus. Your little friend, Eunavie Tate Dear Santa Claus, I am a little boy. Miss Allie Bell Brooks is my teacher. I am in the first grade. I am working harder than I ever have. Bring me an air rifle and plenty of shots. Don't forget fruit and candy. Your boy, Millard Usry Dear Santa Claus, I am a little boy in the third grade. I try to be good. Miss Allie Bell does not have my name on the Santa Claus board. Miss Allie Bell is good. Please bring a wagon, a bank and everything good to eat. Tour little boy, Goodbye, L.P. Eubanks Dear Santa Claus, I am a little boy 2 years old. Please bring me a little fire truck, bike, fruits, nuts, and candy. Your little friend, Richard Miller Dear Santa Claus, Please bring me a car, an air rifle, a cap buster, an airplane, fruit, candy and nuts. Don't forget my little sister. She is too little to write. Kenneth Dozier end # 25