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The future will tell and in the meantime, while celebrated medical men 
are experimenting, business men are not entirely idle.  The patent 
medicine "experts" are busy and every where the public is urged to buy 
socalled vitamin tablets, some of which are no doubt worthless.
  At a time like this a word of caution may be in order, and if it is, 
take this for what it is worth:  get yeast from yeast makers and not 
from medicine makers or miscellaneous unknowns--and get yeast of 
authentic purity and tested potency.

  The world doesn't owe a living to the man who thinks it does.

  A tough citien, like a tough steak, sometimes can be made tender by a 
good beating.

  One who thinks he is a musician should always remember when he is 
asked to "play something," that the world is becoming politer all the 
time.

A Boy
(By Alice Mason)

I'm a great big little boy
With a great big little mouth,
I'm always going north
When I should be going south.

My hair is full of dandruff,
My clothes are full of chaff,
My face is full of freckles,
Now don't that make you laugh

And I am so bow-legged
I couldn't stop a sheep;
I have a bed all to myself
For none can with me sleep.

My trousers are so very short
They come most to my knee;
If you wish to see a freak
Just take a look at me.

My eyes are blue and squinty
My nose is crooked too;
When I look at other things
They seem to look me through.

I'm not so very popular
With girls, as you can see;
They gaze at me and quickly say
"One look's enough for me."

I'm 'fraid I'll be a bachelor,
Yes, that I know I will
But, doesn't worry me a bit,
'Tis not a bitter pill.

I know I don't look very smart,
In fact I know I'm not;
But I want to tell you something,
Lest I should be forgot. (ten)

When you want to see a show,
And have no change about,
Just start to walk in backwards
And they'll think you're coming out.

Now, I've told you all I know
Although I know not why;
So now I'm going to terminate, 
By bidding you good-bye!

OBITUARY

  Sarah E. Good Reynolds, daughter of Abraham and Malinda Good, was born 
in Fairfield County, Ohio, May 20th, 1851, Departed this life March 
15th, 1922, aged 70 years, 9 months and 25 days.
  When three years of age she with her parents came to Putnam County 
where she resided until her death.
  She united with the Ottawa River Christian church about forty-eight 
years ago, and was baptized by Rev. Noffsinger nearly thirty years ago.
  She was a faithful member of the church and always wanted to be 
present at the house of worship as long as her health permitted and even 
when her body was sorely afflicted, her greatest desire was to attend 
religious services.
  She was united in marriage to Roger S. Reynolds, October 21st, 1869 
and to this union were born eight children, six girls and two boys.  
Mrs. Lillie E. Clevenger, Col. Grove, O.; Francis Alvin, deceased; Mrs. 
Lizzie A. Roberts, deceased; George Wesley, deceased; Mrs. Sarah M. 
Jones, Ft. Jennings, O.; Mary B. Reynolds, at home and an infant 
daughter deceased.
  She leaves to mourn a loving husband and four daughters, thirteen 
grand children, four great grand children, three sisters, one brother 
and a host of friends.
  The funeral was conducted by Rev. G. B. Garner, West Cairo, and 
assisted by Rev. Page, pastor of the Ottawa River Christian church, 
Friday, 2 p.m. and interment was made in the Reynolds cemetery.

Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me
And may there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems to sleep.
Too full for sound or foam;
when that which drew from out the boundless deep;
Turns again home!

Twilight and evening bell
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness or farewell
When I embark.
And though from out this bourne of time and place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face,
When I have crossed the bar.

Card of Thanks

  We wish to thank all those who so kindly assisted us during the 
sickness and death of our wife and mother and also for the beautiful 
floral display.
   Roger S. Reynolds and daughter

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