150 YEARS AGO

June 16, 1886

Pic-Nic. These are the magic words which fill the hearts of the young with so much ecstasy. To attend a pic-nic is often the sum-total of youthful ambition. And to the boy and girl who are just entering dreamy love-land, there are no words so rapturous as those which head this article.

To the boy, visions rise up of an angel in white, a buggy ride, perchance the first one — a shady grove, rippling brooks, warbling birds, all in harmony with his great big heart’s sweetest emotions.

To the girl, imagination pictures an event full of bliss. See her before the mirror, half-admiring, half-doubting the perfection of her appearance, adjusting with eager nicety every crimp and curl and ribbon and fold; now tossing her head in involuntary vanity-freaks; now pacing the door, keeping a sharp eye on the mirror the while; now peeping through the blinds to see if he’s coming. It is her first-love — and their first pic-nic.

Glorious! But it was not an imaginary pic-nic of which we commenced to write; it was a real one.

Time, Saturday. Place, on the luxuriant banks of famed Muddy Creek about six miles from town. It was a pic-nic given by the Muddy Creek Union Sabbath School.

Honesty is the best policy, but policy isn’t the best honesty.

Case & Billings have within the past 60 days sold 7,560 acres of land. Much of the time, their office is full of land buyers.