Friday, 21 Mar 1919, Vol 32. No 48--DR. WM. REESE DEAD--Dr. Wm. Reese died at his home in Columbia Friday night. His remains were brought to Moberly and interment made in the Deskin cemetery. For many years Dr. Reese lived in Moberly, where he practiced his profession. He was one of the best known men in the state and his tall form and "stovepipe" hat were familiar to hundreds of people. He early began the practice of going over the country accompanied by colored musicians and giving street exhibitions of his "painless teeth extraction" method--Moberly Monitor. Friday, 21 Mar 1919, Vol 32. No 48--STOTESBERRY-JONES--Mr. Ernest Stotesberry and Miss Bertha Jones were married on the 13th at the home of Frank McAfee in Moberly where the bride had made her home for the past nine years. She was the youngest daughter of Mrs. M. A. Jones of this place, who makes her home with her daughter, Mrs. Jacob Shaeffer. The groom comes from one of the best families of Fairfield, Iowa, for which place the happy couple left at once to make their home. That sunshine and happiness may ever attend them is the wish of a host of friends. Friday, 21 Mar 1919, Vol 32. No 48--Mr. and Mrs. R. H. Delano of Formosa, Kans, were here the first of the week visiting the latter's mother, Mrs. D. L. Barron, and other relatives. They are on their way to Hot Springs, Ark., where they will make their home. Friday, 21 Mar 1919, Vol 32. No 48--A LETTER FROM WM. LLOYD--Wm. H. Lloyd, with the army at Andernach, Germany, writes his uncle, "Warnie Lloyd", under the date of Feb 5: "I will write to let you know I am all right at the present time. We are sure having fine weather here. A big foot ball game is on for today but I can't go as I am on duty at the bath house. Things are going just fine at the present time. I do not know when we will get back, but perhaps not before May or June. I am not getting any letters. So see if you can't write once a week, because it is sure lonesome over here with no one to talk to but Dutch and I can't talk it at all. We have a fine place to stay and have beds to sleep in-- something we haven't had since we left the states. We have been sleeping on the ground and in cow sheds where horses stayed until we came on this hike. It is nice for a soldier to find a bed to sleep in. I tell you things are awful over here. When we came on this hike the people would come out and watch us eat and they hadn't had any flour or sugar for so long that they just about went crazy. I will tell you a story of where I have been. I recently went through a castle and a dungeon built in the 12th or 13th century. The guide explained that a man had been kept in the dungeon for ten years and that when they let him out he dropped dead. Then he showed us the picture on the wall. There was across where the sun shone in on it and under it was a little shelf where they put the bible. There was a clock in the wall made by the inmates with fingers, and by which they could tell the time when the sun shone in. We were shown another place, discovered only about six years ago, it is said. It was about 4 x 6 feet, and is supposed to have been made by one of the prisoners. The latter got tired of the place and with his hands dug a hole through to a place they called the pit, about 6 x 6 and 18 meters deep. In this place so the guide said, he had found money of the 12th century and several skeletons. We were then shown a place where a Prince had been kept chained because he would not marry a certain girl. We were then shown the outside of the castle and saw many cannon balls and prints of them in the walls when they had been fired in other wars." Friday, 21 Mar 1919, Vol 32. No 48--E. A. Sweeney this week received a letter from his son, Rothwell, who went through the fight on the western front as a member of an anti-aircraft company, advising him of his arrival in New York on the 13th. He stated that he was being sent to Camp Meritt, NJ, and that he expected to be at home in a short time. His wife, to whom he was married in France a few months ago, will follow later. Friday, 21 Mar 1919, Vol 32. No 48--Leonard Ancell, who has been in the railway mail service for several years, with headquarters in St. Louis, and who recently asked for a transfer, arrived yesterday with his family and will carry the mail on route 5, succeeding O. B. Harbert, who recently resigned. Mr. Ancell, as well as his family, has been anxious to return to his farm for the past year of two. He will enter on his new duties April 1. Friday, 21 Mar 1919, Vol 32. No 48--Miller Pyle, who left for Camp Funston Tuesday of last week to receive his discharge, returned Saturday. Friday, 21 Mar 1919, Vol 32. No 48--Born, March 19, to Mr. and Mrs. Francis Newman, a son. Friday, 21 Mar 1919, Vol 32. No 48--Lewis Williams of Albia, Ia., was the guest of his parents, Mr. and Mrs. T. D. Williams, during the week. Friday, 21 Mar 1919, Vol 32. No 48--Mrs. Elizabeth Shaw, 84 years old, residing with her son, Moss Shaw, seven miles southwest of town, fell Thursday of last week and broke her left leg. Friday, 21 Mar 1919, Vol 32. No 48--In sending his renewal, D. H. Williams of Somerton, Ariz, says, "this leaves me able to eat three squares a day." Friday, 21 Mar 1919, Vol 32. No 48--Mr. and Mrs. C. V. Hightower who moved to Marshall several months ago, are the proud parents of a daughter, born on the 12th. Friday, 21 Mar 1919, Vol 32. No 48--Ernest Warford who has been in training at Camp McArthur, Texas, came home last Friday having received his discharge. Friday, 21 Mar 1919, Vol 32. No 48--Gordon Rankin who recently landed in this country in charge of a number of wounded soldiers, writes his sister, Mrs. John Little, that he will likely get to visit home soon. He stated that he would leave Tuesday of this week for Camp Grant, where he will be stationed. He mentioned nothing as to his discharge. Friday, 21 Mar 1919, Vol 32. No 48--Chas C. Hon, Dr. G. M. Nichols, F. M. Tymony and H. C. Eubanks went to Marshall yesterday as witnesses in the case of the state vs. Roy Adams and Fred Alexander of Moberly, who are charged with having bribed a state witness in the Miami bank robbery case which was tried at Marshall several months ago. Forty-six witnesses were called from Moberly on the same case. Friday, 21 Mar 1919, Vol 32. No 48--The flu is still with us, some fifteen or twenty cases having developed in Higbee and vicinity during the week. It is in a very light form, we are pleased to state, and those stricken recover in a few days. Strict quarantine is being maintained. Friday, 21 Mar 1919, Vol 32. No 48--DIED OF SLEEPING SICKNESS--Roy Campbell, west of Florida, was the first Monroe county victim of sleeping sickness, the strange malady that is breaking out in various parts of the country. He made his home with Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Dowell, near Harmony Church. His death occurred on Monday, after an attack lasting about ten days. During all this time the young man was apparently asleep, losing his powers of speech and taking no notice of anything around him. All efforts to arouse him were futile and he finally slumbered across the line into eternity.--Paris Appeal. (Kathy's notes: I am making an exception to my rules on the following poem, because it so well done, and because it isn't a generic death poem and the author is identified. The one blank section of the poem, is where the editor of the paper apparently dropped a line in printing. There was no mention of this woman's death in the paper of the 14th or the 21st, other than this poem.) Friday, 21 Mar 1919, Vol 32. No 48--SHE SLEEPS, MY MOTHER SLEEPS--In fond memory of and in holy reverence for my angel mother who went to her Heavenly reward one year ago the 14th of this present month, I write these lines. those who have lost a mother will understand me in part at least. Your sorrow is mine, and mine is yours. We are and should be friends alike in distress. Take these simple verses and make them your own in so far as they will fit your own case. O mother dear, bright spring is here, Sweet flowers nod and bend and bloom In meadow, field and forest wide, And above thy sacred tomb. The birds now sing their merry songs, High the woodbine winds and creeps, But so silent on yon hillside there she sleeps, my mother sleeps! All the world rejoices, mother, For with spring God brings us peace; He has stayed the raging conflict, And has made the war to cease. Freedom's banners wave in triumph, On this earth a new day peeps; How you longed to see it, mother, but she sleeps, my mother sleeps! Wake, oh wake, my gentle mother, Let me hear your loving voice, And with others we'll be happy, With our friends we will rejoice! Since you closed your eyes, dear mother, Troubles seem to rise in heaps, Piling high along my pathway Since she sleeps, my mother sleeps! Lonely is the old home, mother, No one comes to light my gloom; All the house looks like you, mother, As I go from room to room. I am passing through the shadows, Thick the cloud that o'er me sleeps. Come, O God, and lift my burdens While she sleeps, my mother sleeps! Since you left me, darling mother, Few are they who seem to care. How I suffer here in anguish, How I live, or how I fare. Other hearts are beating happy, But thy child kneels here and weeps. O'er the grave where they have laid you, Where she sleeps, my mother sleeps! Life is but one round of sorrows, Troubles thicken with each breath; And the troubles of the living Outweigh far the ones of death. For I know that mother's resting, And that God His vigil keeps O'er her spirit's sweet reposing As she sleeps, my mother sleeps! I remember all your counsel, Your advice shall not be lost; I'll live up to all you taught me; I'll be true at any cost. Yes, I'll stand for God and duty Till Death's angel comes and reaps, And I lie down close beside you Where she sleeps, my mother sleeps. Yes, she sleeps, my sainted mother, Still I see her presence bright; And I hear her gently calling, ...................................................... Then she beckons me to follow, How my heart with rapture leaps! For I know that I shall meet her, Though she sleeps, my mother sleeps! JAS. F. WHITMORE Friday, 21 Mar 1919, Vol 32. No 48--Mrs. John Longdon is visiting relatives in Slater. Kathy Bowlin, Additions, corrections, comments welcome.