The Chariton Leader, Chariton, Iowa Thursday, January 25, 1906 BELINDA NEWS (DELAYED): The storm that struck us on Monday was to say the least, slightly unpleasant. It had a way of making one feel that he had had enough. Its effects were quite marked to those who ventured outside their domicile. Snow drifts were almost everywhere in evidence and scoops became a very necessary article in one's traveling equipment. Many people thought it best on Tuesday to stay at home and see if the other fellow would open up the road. The Belinda Star Route carrier never takes a little bluff like Monday's storm, but with his 'above' stuck in the hip pocket of his sled, he starts down the line and bed time finds him again "beneath his own vine and fig tree," with a conscience that has no accusations to make. Pride, grit, a stout arm and a good shovel are wonderful agencies in helping a man through a snow drift. Quite a number of our citizens are on the sick list. The scarlet fever has laid hold of several and resulted in the temporary closing of four schools and the abandonment of revival meetings at Pleasant Prairie. W.A. WHITLATCH is suffering from one of his frequent attacks of heart trouble, and MRS. MOLESWORTH from a complication of diseases, which with her advanced age make recovery slow. WALTER MCCORKLE is booked to return to Ames to resume his studies this week. WILLIE, the six-year-old son of G. CHAMBERLAIN inserted a rubber off his lead pencil in his nasal appendage last Thursday and the services of a physician were necessary to undo the mischief. FRED KENNEY, who runs a shooting gallery near Chariton, teaching the young idea how to shoot, visited relatives in Belinda Saturday and Sunday. At a public sale near Columbia Saturday, a plow brought more than the price asked for a new one, cows commanded fancy prices and corn sold for 50 and 51 cents with a 2 percent discount. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Copied by Nancee(McMurtrey)Seifert September 24, 2004 [email protected] *Gosh, poor WILLIE C. -- how would one live down the news of the pencil up the nose?? And to think, everybody in town knew about it. ha.