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September 25, 1920 The Education of Henry Modgers By Exerer Fucrorp ‘0 his many admirers in Ballyhoo the news of the sudden decease of Henry Modgers, of Modgers Corners, local poet, member of the school board, talented correspondent of the Bugle, and bookkeeper for the quarry company will come as a distinct shock. Henry is dead Henry Modgers came from a long line of ancestors, the first American Mod; done the Indians out of Modgers Co: the Revolution for two flint-locks and a keg Henry never did anybody out of g his life re ny. ster rewater. nything, but generally speaki cted sympathetically to. the His makeup was raits of his ancestry tler ition in which, let dno part. Henry was a great water-drinker d wore the blue ribbon As a boy our subject was never rough and ould rather listen to the notes of birds than Everybody in hoot rabbits or snare suckers his county has seen his collection of moths and tterilies, postage stamps and. ci such diversions set Henry apart, detaching him rom the uncouth environment of the Corners : lifts its spire. and no vhere only the r labels. here no meetinghou hoolhouse rings its bell icksmith shop supplies a social ceffter Some of Henry's verses. printed in the Bugle cal the delicate ‘a nature ammeled by tiveness of What to me is the smithy here And the smell of the burning hoof? the wilderness Give me a lodge i With heaven's dome for a roof.” Altogether Henry composed more than a hundred poems which he planned to put in ype, but the grim messenter called him hence ith his ambition unattained. The county Drawn by Nowsax Axtuoxr loses the honor of producing the largest collec tion of original poetry ever published within its bounds. This tragedy Henry's life fittingly is to be signitied by a broken column erected at his last resting place. Henry’s education was not completed in the old red schoolhouse on the Frogtown road. No! Henry went right on learning, even after gradu um laudae, in the language of Professor est district school y went on learning. ating Pointer, then the ye teacher in the county. Hen and it might be said that his education never ns. reached its acme. nor the pinnacle of his dr also in the phrase Henry drank des never dangerous or a good | Mas! Henry nov quests of the mock mu Fourth of July speaker. his importance as a member of the school board, are sunk to the little measure of a tive-foot box—for Henry was under-sized The occ gy of Professor Pointer. {the Vicrian spring and was tician d all his con- his glories as a calls for a pause amid life's umbitions pleasure order that all may consider their latter end, and it may well be said in the language of Dominie Kowerschmidt that there are many will not stand comparise mented fellow citizen whose career i among us whose memory alongside our la sketched tbove. Farewell, Henry! You had in vou the spir itual stuff that has fed the great giants of hu manity, but Modgers Corners and the quarry held you down. Somewhere elsewhere —-vour gentle culture-loving spirit will yet find of expression denied you on the gray pla our common life, and you will go on—getting your education Henry's remains may be viewed at his resi- enues C dence. Mane Chboay a0 “Ou, Dox'T STAND THAT Way, FRED, YOU LOOK JUST LIKE AN AUTOMOBILE aD!” 29 It wouldn't make the tube bigger or the Cream better if ltooka Page to tell