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Show CKLKnn.-YTKS Si.ViY-SKVKNTtI ANXI VI-'P.SAKV (!' II Kit lUI'.TH Mrs. Elsie Krivksen celebrated herj golden wedding and 67 birthday on December 5. .A very e'.abora'" sup-' per was served to about 60 guiis. i The rooms were c'e-jru'ed in white and lavendar. Her children presented present-ed her with a beautiful gold ch.iin and ring. A splendid protrram. con-j sis ting of music, singing, .same-, t-tc. j was enjoyed making a dt-'.'htful j time for all. The following poeii was written and read on the program by i Mrs. Grace Jacobsen: THE GOLDEN MILE STONE It was in the early autumn, When my love and I first me: And the memory of that meeting Still lingers with me yet. I recall the tall young figure ' In his modest suit of gray ; As he joined our crowd one evening! To play "pomp-pull-away." , : We were young and free and happy And (our friendship grew apace, Ripening into love enduring, That time can not efface. 'Twas the old, old story whispered, 'Tis the sweetest ever told, And we pledged our hearts and fudure With a little band of gold. We were wedded when old winter Sends her frost and ice and snow, Yes, on my seventeenth birthday, Just fifty years ago. Many years ago he left me, But my" sons and daughters true, Are the only comfort left now, Could I claim their hearts anew. Life's sands are slowly ebbing And I am growing old; But ere long i&'ll ljemnited Through the gates, of shining gold. |