The presant [sic] time calls to us to look back and consider what has been done
to achieve our presant [sic] prosperty, socially intellectually and financially.
Turning back Forty-five years we remember that these fertile praires [sic]
was the home of the buffalo and the sod house and the frisky coyote with his ever memorable sardonic evening serenade. I can hear him yet. The buffalo was a very important factor in settlement of Nebraska, I remember families that lived on buffalo
meat and corn bread with an occasional piece of bacon and cup of coffee for Sunday (not every Sunday), there being no limit to buffalo steak.
We soon had our sod houses occupied by hearty robust cheerful plainsman,
whose barefooted decendants [sic] roamed the prairies without fear of cactus or rattlesnake.
seen on many of our farms. The automobile has passed its luxury stage and is now a neccesity [sic] and our farmers have them. Made possible for the reason that we have the best farming land in the world. We believe in an over ruling power and a just God but his wisdom passes our
understanding why he should put all the best land in one place and call it Nebraska is more than I can explain. It has made other states jealous of us. They have called us the "Great American Desert." They call us bug eaters. But we don't care. We have the jackrabbit, cotton tail and prairie chickens with many other useful things and we are happy.
Remember, anger never conquers any but the heart that harbors it.
A Dream Land Complete
Dreaming, I pictured a wonderful valley.
S. C. Bassett
Miller is located on the Kearney and Black Hills branch of the Union Pacific, and is in the extreme northern part of Buffalo county.
The town has a population of about 400 and is a thriving little city. While fire swept more than half of the business portion of the town some time ago, new brick buildings have been completed and are now occupied.
The number of churches in the town are adequate to look after the spiritual welfare of the people.
who are making rapid strides in the
work of making a bigger and better
BY GRANDPA DEACON JONES
Frame houses have taken the place of the old sod house and all who remain of those that were here at that time are John Abel, Tip Smith and Jack Mercer.
Our market was Kearney or Elm- Creek but in a few:years the K & B. H. built a railroad as far as Callaway, Miller was started. Armada a town that had started moved over to where Miller now stands and the town soon became one of the best towns on the line. It is true Miller became a dull town at one time and lost the life she once had but today she has taken on new life and is again one of the best towns on the road.
Though the last year Miller has met
with a great loss by fire, six brick store buildings have gone up. A $10,000 water plant has
been put in.
The Backbone of Buffalo County.
the trip, but as Dr. Harbaugh used to say, "such is life in the far west and the farther west you go the sucher." Prairie dogs and rattle snakes were the first settlers here, but now there are no snakes and no snake medicine to be had. I suppose that is the reason the snakes have left.
Editors note: -- Grandpa Jones is one of Buffalo counties oldest settlers had claims the distinction of being the oldest man in Miller. He was close to 90 years old at the time this was written. He has 12 living children, 68 grand children and 33 great grand children.
The Spirit of Buffalo County.
Somebody; said that it could'nt be done,
A prize winner, owned by
A. C. Andrews, Miller, Neb.
Pleasanton a Live One.
On the north edge of the county in the beautiful and fertile Pleasant Valley there lies a little town on the banks of the loup that is noted for its beauty and prosperity.
about 400 and is in an extremly [sic] productive territory. The people are all prosperous and have nice homes.
Perhaps no other feature of civic reform or improvements of recent years has attracted so much attention as has that of road building. All over our broad land, from ocean to ocean, from the lakes to the gulf the waves of enthusiasm is rolling. The people are realizing that they
must have better roads, and the
machinery of government, in its taxing capacity is being ever more and
more strained to meet this demand.
A. C. Andrews, the Progressive Orpington specialist, Miller, Nebraska. He is Secretary of The National S. C. Buff Orpington club and is a very busy man.
give up is that which is paid in taxes. Many a man will come to town
and spend in a day enough to pay
his yearly taxes and think nothing of it. But he will sweat drops of
blood as it were, when the tax gatherer rounds him up.
We depend too much upon taxes.
object. The united sentiment of a people works direct to the object.
It determines what is wanted and then takes the most direct route to
accomplish its ends.
One of the drives at Echo Farm, home of S. C. Bassett, Gibbon, Neb.
Nebraska, O Nebraska,
Thee we obey!
Jewelled with the Night, Nebraska,
Diademed with Day!
Nebraska, O Nebraska,
Land with promise blest,
Brighest of the stars emblazoned,
Queen of the West!
Here the splendors of the prairies
Greet the splendors of the skies,
And the green of Earth immingles
With the blue of Paradise!
ttere the dance of dewy cornfields
Flashes welcome to the sun,
And the singing winds make music
When the toil of day is done!
Nebraska, O Nebraska,
Mother of States!
Golden hope shall greet, Nebraska,
All who seek thy gates!
Nebraska, O Nebraska.
Home shall be thy sod
While thy prairies yield in fruitage
Bounty of God!
THE WAIL OF A MALE WHO BOUGHT BY MAIL
Ma was reading out loud from her magazine.
A Buffalo County prize winner
A Noah's Ark for baby's toy,
A pair of boots for Bub, the boy;
Stockings for Nell, a waist for Lizzie -
Just writing that order kept me busy.
Well, we shot the order into the mail-
'Twas all of a thirty dollar sale;
We figured out three days was enough
To fetch us that dodblasted stuff.
They got my coin, but not a peep
Did I hear from the firm of Grab & Keep,
'Twas all of two weeks--maybe three-
Before them goods arrived for me.
I got a notice, hitched the ma'ar
And drove three miles to the railroad car.
I found a whacking big box there--
Some smashed up, but I didn't care.
When you've honed for prunes until it hurts
And your back is cold for lack of shirts,
When the goods in front of you's labeled "Must,"
You grab 'em-if the box is bust!
So I heaved the wreckage into the cart
And headed for home, feeling pretty smart.
My goods had come from a town that's real,
And I'd saved four dollars on the deal!
We soon got home and opened the case
And looked at our purchases, face to face
Well, sir, 'twas an eye opener, you can bet,
And one that I shan't soon forget!
The parcel of oats was torn to rags--
But we'd saved twelve cents on dozen bags!
The prunes seemed good and the baby's toy--|
Before it broke he had one day's joy!
My wife's false puffs was some horsehair stuff,
And her petticoats wasn't half large enough.
The stockings for Nell looked thin and frail,
The waist was ruined by a rusty nail.
The lamp was as lurid as a three weeks boil
And held 'bout a tea cup full of oil.
The boots for Bub cost the same, no more,
Than Hoskins asks at the village store.
But the rocking chair, "built of solid oak"
Was the funniest part of this wholesale joke.
Oh, 'twas just like the picture, rod and rung
But the size of the thing's where we got stung.
Ma tried it and found 'twas a false alarm--
'Twas a foot too narrow from arm to arm!
Nell had more luck: she wedged right in--
But we pried her out with the rolling pin!
Then I set right down and figured the sale
That "ad" had made through the U. S. mail.
I figgered an hour, and then some more, |
And found we had nothing on the village store!
I'd sent thirty dollars to Chicago, Ill.
And saved twelve cents on the total bill!
Then I seen at once 'twas them nine cent oats
Had taken our dollars and made us goats!
So I swore by all that was holy and pure
I'd read no ads with a low price lure.
I stopped ma's magazine on the spot.
Will I take it again? I reckon not;
Leastwise not till they put a ban
On that "come-on" stuff of the mail house man!
GET AFTER THE FLIES.
The chances are his last walk was in the filth of the street or the garbage pail.
Pleasant, isn't it?
Then why put up with flies?
Keep flies out of your home.
Don't trade at stores that tolerate flies.
Don't eat at restaurants in which there are flies.
Top: Entrance to Kearney's Best Clothing Store
Bottom: A Group of Prize Winners of the Wood-lawn Poultry Farm, Miller, Neb.