Life was not always easy for the station agent, or for railroad customers, as we see in the June 15, 1900 edition of the Standard:
A car loaded with farming implements on a side track got loose and ran wild down the track more than a mile Monday morning. The implements were for C. E. Painter. He and Agent Dodds were moving the car down the track a short distance to facilitate unloading the implements when the brake chain broke and despite their best efforts to stop the car it gained speed and ran out on the main track. Mr. Painter sustained a fall from the car and Mr. Dodds was badly wrenched by attempting to put a fence post in front of the wheels. The car stopped on the up grade beyond the bridge and was pushed up by the afternoon freight.
Wedding bells from the June 30, 1903 Skidmore Standard (Skidmore, Missouri), page 1:
Sunday evening at 6:30 o’clock at the bride’s home, Mr. and Mrs. Henry McDowell, 3 miles southwest of town, Rev. C. B. Campbell performed the ceremony which made Ortie C. Carden and Miss Mildred McDowell man and wife. It was a very pretty wedding. Quite a number of the relatives of both bride and groom were present. After the ceremony was performed, an elegant supper was served.
Mr. and Mrs. Carden will make their home with the groom’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. M. L. Carden, until fall, during which time Mr. Carden will continue his study for the ministry.
The bride and groom are quite well known through this part of the country and have a large circle of friends who wish them happiness through life.
The Skidmore Standard reported on one heck of a surprise party in its March 2, 1900 edition on page 3:
An Old-Fashioned Surprise
A large party of friends and neighbors of Joseph Smock’s gathered at their home 3 miles southeast of Skidmore, Wednesday morning, carrying well filled baskets. A few words explained the situation, and to say Joseph and wife were surprised, mildly expresses the matter. They were, however, equal to the occasion; doors were thrown open and all were made welcome. The kitchen was taken possession of and soon a dinner unsurpassed in excellence was smoking upon the table, to which 81 people did full justice. Joe and wife have lived the larger part of their lives here and they hold the esteem and good will of a large majority of the people. As they are soon to move to Oklahoma, they were given the surprise as a slight expression of the respect in which they are held by both old and young alike. The day was spent in music and conversation and it will be long remembered by those present. The many friends wish Mr. and Mrs. Smock unlimited success in their new home. – One Present.
Green cockleburs caused no end of trouble for Skidmore farmers. From the May 11, 1900 edition of the Skidmore Standard, page 1:
About a year ago The Standard contained an article telling of a man losing a number of hogs from the animals eating green cockle burs.
Mr. Tilghman Medsker, three miles west of town, recently had an experience of like kind which cost him twenty nice shoats.
The hogs were turned into a wheat and oat field but they seemed to prefer the young cockle bur weeds which were just pushing through the ground, to the tender oat and wheat blades.
Mr. Medsker says he is satisfied that the cockle bur weed is a rank poison to the hog. Some of his animals became affected and died within a half hour after eating of the weeds.
Just the year before, the Standard had reported:
From Mr. R. G. Medsker we learn that Mr. Abe Goodpasture living southwest of town lost about 25 head of hogs last week. He turned the hogs on pasture and the next day they were dead. There were lots of green cockleburrs in the pasture and it is supposed the hogs were poisoned from eating them. The stomachs of quite a number of the hogs were examined and green cockleburrs were found in them. Some of the hogs that he put in the pasture got out and none of those that got out died, which seems to indicate that the young burrs are poisonous. (Skidmore Standard, May 12, 1899, page 1)
A crowd of McKinley fellows, some Democrats, and a few Populists walk into a Republican primary. . .
From the July 20, 1900 Skidmore Standard, page 1:
The Republicans of Monroe township held their primary in Cook’s opera house Saturday afternoon. When Chairman I. N. Sewell called the house to order at 3 o’clock there was a fair sized crowd of McKinley fellows present and also a number of Democrats and Populists. Stratford Saunders was elected chairman and T. L. Howden Secretary. A free will offering was taken to defray incidental expenses and it was quite noticeable that the contributions were characterized by more liberality than is usually displayed on similar occasions in churches when the pastor has the collection box passed among the worshipers.
Fourteen names were presented before the house out of which seven delegates were to be elected to attend the county convention at Maryville. The nominees were:
J. M. French, J. T. VanAusdall, Henry Barrett, S. Saunders, D. F. Mitchell, C. E. Owens, I. N. Sewell, T. P. Moorhead, J. G. Parshall, Sr., E. T. Clark, G. R. Davis, J. T. Yates, T. L. Howden, J. G. Hays.
The election resulted in the following seven men receiving the highest number of votes:
J. M. French, Henry Barrett, S. Saunders, D. F. Mitchell, C. E. Owens, I. N. Sewell, J. T. Yates.
After deciding that each delegate, if he could not go himself, should have the right to name his proxy, the meeting was adjourned.
Some timeless advice from the Cameron Observer, as printed in the September 28, 1900 Skidmore Standard:
Young Men Should Think.
When a young man stands on the corner with a group of loafers and makes remarks about the character of the young ladies passing by, we wonder if he has sisters at home, asks the editor of the Cameron Observer. We question his love for the mother that gave him birth. Truly, he does not understand that he may in a careless, indifferent way, say that which will cause many hearts to ache for years. “Unuttered thoughts may sometimes fall back dead; even God himself cannot kill them when they are said.” Yet how many times is some loving daughter and sister slandered by a foul-mouthed whelp, who has not the principle of a contemptible cur! Boys, when you are lightly jesting about the character of some poor girl, do you stop to think that some one else may be talking just so about your sister, if you do not respect theirs? Stop to think that some one else may be oiling the tongue of slander to use in poisoning the minds of the people. Let us say in all tenderness and kindness, be a man.
From the June 30, 1903 Skidmore Standard (Skidmore, Missouri), page 1, column 4:
Gone But Not Forgotten.
Rufus Allen, son of Mr. and Mrs. Turner Allen, was born in Holt county, June 16, 1879, and departed this life near Quitman June 23, 1903, at 6:15 p.m., after a week’s suffering with neuralgia of the stomach, aged 24 years and 8 days. He leaves a father and mother, two brothers, Henry and Jerdon, two sisters, Mrs. Belle Finney of near Skidmore and Mrs. Minnie Spencer of Fairfax, and one whom he would soon have married, to mourn his departure.
All was done by his relatives and physicians, Drs. Shepard of Skidmore and Wallace of St. Joseph, who were called in consultation with Dr. Ryan, to restore health but to no avail. His spirit took its flight to the God who gave it.
Mr. Allen had only recently moved to our vicinity from Craig, Mo., to which place the body was taken for burial. It is, oh! so sad to see one cut off just in the prime of life and our hearts go out to the entire family, and especially to the twin brother, Henry, who, looking on the face of his dead brother, was heard to say: ‘We came into this world together, why can’t we go out together?’
It was very sad to see this young man taken from those who love him so dearly, but God’s way is not our way and we must submit to his will. How we would like to say something to comfort those poor sorrowing hearts in this dark hour, but we can only point to the hand of the Redeemer that taketh away the sins of the world, who said: ‘It is not all of life to live or all of death to die. Whosoever cometh unto Me I will in no wise cast out. Though your sins be as scarlet I will make them as wool. He gave His dear Son to save mankind.’
Another home is saddened,
Another vacant chair;
The family circle is broken —
For Rufus is not there.
— F. A. C.