Sept. 1, 1916. 
Archibald L. Jackson and party of Boston had lun- 
cheon at The Edward last Sunday. 
A party touring the North Shore and vicinity, by 
automobile, stopping at The Edward, last Thursday, in- 
cludes Mrs. John M. Dillon, Far Hills, N;-J:, and Miss 
Edith Bennes, Stoneford, Ct. 
Sir F. Bertram Jenkins of London has been, stopping 
at The Edward. 
Recent guests registered at The Hawa are: Mr. 
and Mrs. L. L. Toole, Niagara Falls, N. Y.; Mr. and 
Mrs. Arthur R, St. John, Boston Miss Nora "A. Roosa, 
Middletown, N. Y.; William L. Bradley, Mrs. G. Ellis 
Densmore, Miss Jean Haddock, New York City; Mr. 
and Mrs. R. G. Hemingway, Muncie, Ind.; Mr. and Mrs. 
Lewis P. Matthews, Springfield; John H. Wright, San 
Francisco, Cal.; Dr. and Mrs. Bayard I. Crane, Rutland; 
Mrs. Francis A. Brewer, Boston; C. Wotherspoon, Mrs. 
Ivan Wotherspoon, Montreal, Canada. 
An old, folk concert was given in the Universalist 
church, Pigeon Cove on Tuesday evening, in which sum- 
mer residents were interested, and it gave a great deal of 
pleasure. 
The attractive little “Lantern Gift Shop” located on 
Green avenue, near The Edward, will have its annual 
closing sale this Saturday and on Monday and Tuesday, 
from 9 a.m. tog p.m. Cards and novelties, baskets from 
Italy, England, California and Jamaica and an advance 
showing of exclusive gifts in the holiday designs will be 
offered by Mrs. Mosely at cut prices. Mrs. Mosely im- 
proved her shop interior at the beginning of the season, 
by staining the lower woodwork a warm green shade and’ 
the exhibit of goods shows off to advantage. 
DANVERS HISTORICAL SOCIETY 
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from her. wise understanding the pupils learned truths 
which are at the foundation of life itself. Numerous 
excursions were made into the woods in search of florai 
specimens and the children kept the little school conser- 
vatory filled with flowers of the woods and fields. 
And so it was with every other subject this teacher 
introduced into her school. For those who were un- 
usually bright, work was made more difficult and ad- 
vanced subjects kept them busy, while the child, naturally 
slow, or who suffered a disadvantage from some physical 
deformity, was given an added incentive to work, by the 
patience of his teacher. 
A few years ago, a memorial to Miss Page was 
placed in Wellesley in the form of a kindergarten of the 
most up-to-date kind, called the Anne Page Kinder- 
garten. Let.it be said, however, with all its modern 
equipment and its advanced ideas of education, it still 
cannot compare with the little school, presided over by 
the dainty Miss Page of the early 8o’s. 
Upon the death of Miss Page, the house was sold 
to the Danvers Historical society, and here, together with 
the family treasures, repose valuables which have been 
collected from the countryside for miles. Mementos of 
the Civil and Spanish wars are much in evidence for the 
people of that section were among the first to volunteer 
when the call to arms was heard. Rare bits of Colonial 
furniture, needlework and clothing are preserved in the 
museum and some very valuable and rare china is placed 
about the house. 
Danvers was one of the homes of John G. Whittier 
and as a reminder of this, one of the wooden desks used 
by the poet is preserved in the house. Another famous 
Danvers man, General Dodge, has contributed a very 
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complete military collection, which is the only one of its 
kind hereabouts. 
Ohv Wanderer’s Cale 
W. R. BLANCHARD 
Parka hooded, I’ve sledged the Northern trail to the base of the 
Arctic Rim, 
I’ve seen ablaze o’er the ice fields’ 
flickering grim; 
*Neath the whispering fronds and the fan-like palms, I’ve slept 
in a southern clime, 
By coral shores, where wild waves roar, I’ve camped full many 
a time, 
On the lone steppes, where the wild beast flees at the wail of the 
icy blast, 
On kopje and veldt I alone have dwelt, while the camp fire’s 
embers cast 
Their fitful gleam ’gainst the midnight sheen, a guard ’gainst 
beasts of the dark. 
On deserts vast, where the sand devils cast, and they whirl thro’ 
the sun-baked zone, 
And the buzzards watch for the hapless wretch a gibbering heap 
of bone. 
From Hong Kong unto Singapore, to the Hills of Kuen Lun, 
San Fung, the Robber of the Hills, I cornered and fought for fun, 
In pagan temples’ cooling shade, where hideous idols bide, 
And the grovelling native belly like, crawls on his skin parched 
hide, 
In Tunis, Mecca Ward the Arab, turns at the appointed hour 
And the faithful muezzin repeats his prayer to Allah, ‘‘Giver 
of all Power.’’ 
Soldier of fortune have I been, adventurer of many lands. 
An houri’s smile, my heart beguiled:; I fought and hoped to win 
her hand. 
From China’s Bay, we sailed one day, to far Brazilian’s shore, 
And there a senorita wooed for her heart, and nothing more. 
At the festival of Mardi Gras I met her there one night, 
Her eyes like shimmering, hidden pools, held me with their 
strange light. 
I wooed her fierce, I wooed her strong, with guitar and mandolin, 
But I found one night her paramour and my heart went sick 
within. 
I’d have staked my claim on that Spanish Dame, that girl witn 
the haughty glance, 
So I brushed the soil from off my boots and I beat it then for 
France. 
Perhaps to me the lone and silent places a sense of awe and 
reverence doth hold, 
As drifting aimless down the mighty races, I’ve 
pin-pricked stars grow dim and cold. 
The ridge-flanked, funereal fir forest, the mountains with their 
peaks of sparkling snow, 
The melting ice uvon the whitened hillsides, the breath of Spring, 
and singing pines ablow. 
Adventurer and voyageur, long I’ve drifted with care-free heart 
upon Life’s river wide, 
*Twas ever thus and ’twill be when ’tis ended, when I go out 
upon the ebbing tide. 
glaze the North Lights 
watched the 
She’s just loony over bargains, 
Our neighbor Mrs. Devine, 
We asked her to buy the “Old Hundred,’ 
And she brought us “The Ninety and Nine.” 
—EXCHANGE. 
“See that man over there? 
a windjammer nonentity, 
brance of the earth!” 
“Would you mind writing all that down for me 2” 
“Why in the world : 
“He’s my husband and I should like to use it on him 
some time.”’—Brooklyn Citizen. 
He is a bombastic mutt, 
a false alarm, and an encum- 
Ted—Tom is trying to raise 
has to remargin his stocks. 
Ned—Yes; he told me the war 
in are calling for more alimony.—The 
money. I guess he 
brides he 
Lamb, 
invested 
Diplomacy sometimes asserts itself as the art of 
prolonging an argument until it wears itself out. 
