I've traveled through this country

From Maine to Mexico,

Been down in Alabama,

And up in Idaho.

I've seat and swore at Yuma,

I've shivered at the Soo,

I've run a Chinese laundry

Down in Kalamazoo;

But in all my rambling,

And gambling with fate;

There's no place I like so well,

As dear old Central Lake.

Its many scenes are varied

And each one has its charm.

The air it is delightful,

In cottage or on farm.

So if you think of resting

And a vacation take--

Just wend your way to Eastport,

At the head of old Torch Lake.

SUFFERS PAINFUL INJURIES ABOUT THE FACE

Young Son of Mr. and Mrs. Fred Yettaw is Terribly Burned at Charlevoix.

Word has reached Central Lake from Charlevoix to the effect that Eland, the seven-year-old son of Mr. and Mrs. Fred Yettaw, was badly and most painfully scalded, at that place Monday.

It seems that Mrs. Yettaw, the boy's mother, was away from home attending church and the children were engaged in boiling water in a baking powder can. As the water in the can reached a boiling point, the escaping steam made a peculiar noise which attracted the child's curiosity and he stooped down to place his ear nearer to the can that he might more clearly hear the "sing." At this juncture the pressure of the steam caused an explosion forcing off the top of the can and throwing the boiling water into the little fellow's face and about his neck and shoulder, scalding him most painfully.

His terrified screams brought immediate help, his mother and a physician were called, and everything possible was done to alleviate the suffering. It is said the burns are not of a serious nature, but are most excruciatingly painful.

Mr. and Mrs. Yettaw are really Central Lake residents. She and the children have been visiting at Charlevoix for the past few weeks, and Mr. Yettaw has been working in the lumber interests, in the woods. He was in town Tuesday, enroute to Charlevoix.

The family and the little sufferer have many friends here, who will regret to learn of the unfortunate accident.

A marriage which came as a surprise to their many friends here was that which untied Jack Brown, a young farmer residing in the Pleasant Valley neighborhood, and Miss Faythe Knowles of this place, and which occurred Tuesday of this week at Bellaire. At present they are enjoying a short honey trip, but will return to Central Lake in the very near future. Their many friends will wish them a long and happy life.

Mr. and Mrs. George Fisk are rejoicing over the arrival of a bouncing baby boy, who bears the name of George Monroe. The young man was born at a Traverse City hospital at about three o'clock last Friday morning, and the festive "Papa" lost no time in reaching the scene. The many friends of the family will be pleased to know that Mrs. Fisk's condition is fine.

Mr. and Mrs. Guy White are in receipt of a letter from his brother, Roy, at Detroit, which says:

Friday, April 11, there came to our family, at Harper hospital, a fine seven and a half pound boy--Roy A. White, Jr. Everything has been normal, and Mary and the baby are getting along well. "Roy, Sr."

Their many friends here will be glad to know that all are well, while Grandpa A. A. White, who, with his wife, is visiting California, is expected to execute a war dance that would cause an Apache Indian to turn green with envy.

Mr. and Mrs. Roy Eckhardt are the proud parents of a bright baby girl, born Wednesday and as a result the irrepressible "Dad" is the happiest mortal in existence. Dr. Moorman reports the mother and child as "fine."

Frederick L. Church was born in Berkshire, NY, June 19, 1845. He enlisted in the Union army in March, 1864, and received an honorable discharge June 17, 1865.

He was married to Julia L. Butler on August 23, 1865, at Cameron Mills, NY, and removed to Michigan in the autumn of the same year. He arrived at Eastport on November 20, and immediately took up his homestead and erected his house on the place where he has passed the greater part of his life since that time.

He was married to Sophia Burdick on September 24, 1896.

In 1893, he became a member of the Eastport Grange, remaining a member until his death.

He is survived by four sons--Charles F. Of the navy now stationed at Ballejo, Calif.; Erwin of Grand Rapids; William who resides on the old homestead; and Harrison of Battle Creek; two daughters Mrs. Fred Haggett of Flint, and Miss Lucy Church. Two brothers also survive him, Charles N. Of Corning, NY and John M. Of Wellsville, NY. There are also eleven grandchildren and four great-grandchildren.

Funeral services occurred at the family home May 22, in charge of Re. Chas. S. Jenkins, and the remains were placed at rest in the Southern cemetery.

Saturday morning April 26, 1919, Mr. George Murry Clow, an old and highly respected resident of Antrim county departed this life and passed into that Great Beyond.

Deceased was 74 years of age when Death called him, pneumonia being the direct cause of his demise.

Mr. Clow was born in Kingston, Canada, in 1845, spending his early manhood in that district. Together with his father and brother Wallace, he took up a homestead half a mile north of Central Lake, continuing to reside there until 1891. He was postmaster at Central Lake from 1892 to 1896, was a justice of the peace for a number of years, and also served as tax assessor. He was a charter member of the Congregational church at Central Lake, also of the K. O. T. M., Hoffmaster Tent No. 560.

He is survived by two sons and two daughters--George M. Clow of Mill City, Oregon, Robert C. Clow of Central Lake, Mrs. Mason G. Martin and Ruth E. Clow of Chicago, Ill. One brother, Wallace Clow of Central Lake, and one sister, Mrs. George M. Montgomery of Bellaire.

Albert Byers of this place, has received word to the effect that his eldest brother, Melvin Eugene, died at Fresno, Calif., on Friday, May 16. The deceased will be favorably remembered by older residents of this community, having lived here several years ago. He was one of the early residents of the Bay View neighborhood, and also resided in the vicinity of Atwood at one time. The deceased was born in Indiana on March 15, 1859, being 60 years of age at the time of his death. The hosts of friends her, will join with the Torch in expressing their sincere sympathy to the bereaved family.

The Torch is in receipt of a communication from Mr. and Mrs. James Carney, who are spending the winter at Richmond, Va., in which he says that the weather there is quite cold--nine degrees above the key hole. If Mr. Carney had only remained in Michigan this winter, he could have joined the "bunch" and assisted in entertaining the southern alligators that have been lured here from the Florida everglades on account of the mildness of Northern Michigan's climate.

The family of E. J. Hebden, residing about two and a half miles east, is undergoing their full share of misfortune and its attendant heart-breaking sadness and sorrow. Their little daughter, Ella, died at a Petoskey hospital Tuesday, February 11, closely followed by that of Mr. Hebdon's mother, Mrs. Elizabeth Kidder, which occurred Tuesday evening. And now report comes that Mr. Hebden is quite ill and confined to his bed, a condition that is most deplorable. The family is most highly respected, and have the sincere sympathy of the entire community.

W. A. Clarke of Oregon, has responded to the lure of the Central Lake region, and will henceforth reside here.

Mrs. Clarke has traveled extensively throughout the United States, and has investigated the merits of many localities, but he freely states that none appeal to his individual ideas in such manner as did "The Busy Town." He has, accordingly, purchased the Chas. Dunton property, near the river bridge, where the rippling waves of the lake make merry music as they break on the pebbly shore of the most inviting region the sun shines on.

Mr. and Mrs. Chris Roberts, living four miles northwest of town, announce the arrival of a bright, bouncing boy at their home, who put in his appearance about noon Wednesday--just in time for dinner. While the young fellow would probably not enjoy a meal of corn beef and cabbage, he is a husky youngster, and will soon be able to do the chores for his Dad.

Vern Burch deposited a can of very fine maple syrup with the editor of the Torch a few days ago, with the admonition that he wanted the can returned. Evidently he imagined that an editor was closely related to a Billy Goat and could masticate tin cans as easily as a Chinaman would eat rice. Be that as it may, however, the maple syrup disappeared like magic, and it was not necessary to resort to the bottle of paraghoric, either. Thanks!

EDITOR'S SON DROWNED IN INTERMEDIATE LAKE

Boy is Taken from the Icy Water After Two Hours Desperate Work.

George Garland, aged twelve, and a son of Mr. and Mrs. M. L. Garland, met his death in the icy waters of Intermediate lake, last Wednesday evening at about five o'clock, while skating.

He, in company with Clare Triplett and Victor Stevens, playmates, had gone to the lake, half a mile north of town, in the vicinity of the old stave mill site. Owing to a strong current from the river, the ice at that point is of a most treacherous character, and is seldom used as a skating ground. The channel is some twenty feet in depth, and the "drop off" occurs only a few feet from the west shore.

George attempted to cross to the east shore at this point and had not covered a distance of more than twenty feet, when the ice, eaten from underneath by the strong current, began bending dangerously under his weight. Seeming to realize his dangerous position, George turned back, but just as he did so the ice broke and he went down into the water. Calling to his companions for help, George struggled frantically to regain the firm ice; but his effort was hopeless. Clare Triplett sent his younger brother for help, while he crawled out on the ice and endeavored to sustain the drowning boy. But realizing the helplessness, and fearing lest he, too, be dragged into the water, he threw his sweater to the edge of the hole and also started for help. As he left the ice George Called to him, saying, "Tell Them!"

Clare started for help, and near the Pere Marquette tracks, almost a quarter of a mile distant, met Albert Byers and D. Deforest, who while returning from fishing, had heard the boy's cries and were running toward the scene, but by the time they reached the spot no trace of little George could be seen, the supposition being that while waiting and hoping for help, he became paralyzed from the effects of the icy water, relaxed his hold, and was carried to his death.

Knowing the treacherous character of the lake Mr. Byers and Mr. Deforest immediately sent for rope and grappling hooks and secured a flat bottomed boat. Breaking the ice they launched the boat and dragged the bottom of the lake, but without results. The news spread like wildfire and scores of men joined in the search. At about 7:0 the body was found in about eighteen or twenty feet of water and only a few feet distant from the spot where he first broke through. The body had been under the water more than two hours, and all efforts to revive him were futile.

The funeral occurred Friday afternoon for the M. E. church, both Rev. Chas. S. Jenkins of that denomination and Rev. C. E. Peterson of the congregational church, conducting the services. The Central Lake Boy Scouts, of which our little George was a member, acted as an escort and officiated as pall bearers. The body was laid to rest in the Southern cemetery.

The little fellow was a typical American boy, brave to the point of daring, yet of a kind and loving disposition. He was a member of H. J. Bogart's class of the M. E. Sunday school, and was greatly interested in work of a religious nature. In his honor the public school flag was shown at half mast during Thursday and Friday , the schools being dismissed Friday afternoon to allow the pupils to attend the funeral.

The floral tributes to his memory were most profuse and beautiful, indicating that his disposition to assist others, both old and young, was known and appreciated.

Little George loved every man, woman and child in the Central Lake community and had earnestly expressed his wish to live here "forever"--a wish that will now be gratified as a resident of that silent city of the dead.

Mr. and Mrs. Jay Mudge, at the Hotel Torch, Torch Lake, very delightfully entertained a few of the Central Lake ladies, Tuesday evening, the feature of the occasion being a six spacious dining room of that famous hostelry.

The guests of honor were Miss Cloe James, Miss Golda MacDonald, and Miss Eila Garland, and to say that they thoroughly enjoyed the evening would be stating he matter most mildly.

Blaine Wilson declines to indulge in foot races or high jumping events just at this time, and walks as carefully as a hen going to war--all because of a severe attack of "jaw-bone-i-tis," or a desire to masticate tin cans and fence post. With proper care and a sufficient amount of good pasture he will soon be his accustomed self again.

A bright baby boy who will answer to the name of William Herbert, Jr., arrived at the W. H. Ruggles home last Saturday, and is a husky youngster. All concerned are improving.

AUTO BANDITS RAID CENTRAL LAKE TUEDAY NIGHT, AND APPROPRIATE A FORD CAR.

TWO INDIANS AND A WOMEN ARE GUILTY PARTIES

Same Trio also Abandoned Disabled Chevrolet in Vicinity of Eastport.

Bold, bad robbers, auto bandits, or desperadoes of wild west tendencies invaded Central Lake Tuesday night, and while the residents of "The Busy Town" were wrapped in the arms of Morpheus and snoring the snores of the just, or words to that effect, proceeded to pilfer, purloin, and usurp to their own use, a Ford touring car belonging to John Muckle, and have failed to return the vehicle to its rightful owner.

Little or nothing is known as to who the parties were, and particulars regarding the procedure of the robbers is only speculation.

The robbery is said to have occurred shortly after one o'clock in the morning, according to indications and the general opinion. Mr. Muckle's garage was not locked, and it would appear that the robbers, two or three in number, pushed the car out of the building onto the street and around the near by corner to the vicinity of Sam Crampton's home, when they proceeded to crank the motor. But Ford engines, like those installed in other makes of cars, sometimes refuse to answer the first spin of the crank, and this motor was no exception to the rule, the noise of its starting and stopping awakening near by residents, who however, imagined some belated autoist was experiencing engine trouble and again resumed their slumbers. The engine was finally started and the auto robbers proceeded serenely on, according to the dictates of their desires.

Mr. Muckle discovered his loss at an early hour Wednesday morning and immediately spread the news and notified sheriff Dunsmore, who, in turn advise the authorities of neighboring towns, and cities regarding the robbery.

The left rear wheel of the car was tired with a "Horseshoe" casing, and by its peculiar indentations on the road the car was traced some distance north of town on the Eastport road, presumably headed for the West Michigan. The bandits, it would appear, were inclined to be somewhat particular as to the car they appropriated. They broke a window on the east side of the brick garage occupied by the Antrim County Overland company, effecting an entrance to the building, but not finding a machine that that exactly met their peculiar requirements, they rummaged over the accessories in the building, seemingly without finding anything they desired. The switch-key to John D. Smallegan's oar, stored there, was removed, indicating that the auto bandits had at least attempted to start that motor but abandoned the idea as a bad job. They also visited the private garage of the Smallegan, Smith & Co. store and attempted to start their delivery truck. The seat of the truck had been thrown off and the cap on the gas tank removed and was found on the floor of the car.

Following these two failures the supposition is that they next visited the Muckle garage, where their efforts at securing a car were more successful, and they made a successful get-away. Later developments, regarding the case as unearthed by the efforts of sheriff Dunsmore and Mr. Muckle, reveal the fact that two Indian men and a squaw reached Eastport some time Tuesday afternoon about 3 o'clock, driving a Chevrolet car, and bound north. At the outskirts of that village and just south of the farm house of Nelson Baker, the car went "dad" and stopped. The men attempted to repair it and passers-by saw and talked with them, not suspicioning that anything of a criminal nature would be attempted.

Just about six o'clock the squaw, who is described as being will dressed and educated, walked to the Baker home and asked to remain there until her husband and son could go to Central Lake for repairs. She was, of course, accommodated, and the men disappeared, presumable enroute here for assistance.

At nine or ten 'o'clock the men had not yet returned to the car and the woman was urged by the Bakers to remain for the night. She stated that she would lie down on the couch, as the men would surely return in a short time, About one o'clock in the night Mrs. Baker was awakened by one of the men knocking at the door, and who stated that they had rented a Ford in Central Lake with which to continue their journey to the vicinity of Petoskey, where the woman claimed her mother resided.

They left the Baker home and walked to where the Chevrolet and the Ford were standing. A few moments later the Ford started, going north and disappeared in the distance.

Investigation of the disabled Chevrolet, Wednesday, revealed the fact that the license plate had been removed, and this awakened suspicion. The plate bearing the serial number of the car had also been torn from its fastenings and was found in one of the pockets, bearing evidence that the Chevrolet, too, had been stolen from some locality to the south, and operated until the bearings on the crank-shaft were entirely ruined.

Wednesday evening the Chevrolet was towed into town and placed in the Muckle garage, awaiting some definite action.

Thursday morning sheriff Dunsmore and Mr. Muckle took up the search with renewed vigor, determined to find the car "or break a ham-string" in the attempt.

And find it they did--two miles north of Pellston, where the bandits had abandoned it when the gas was exhausted.

But that does not conclude the episode, by a long shot!

Abandoning Mr. Muckle's car, as already stated, the Indians appropriated another Ford belonging to a near-by Emmet county farmer, and reversing their direction, headed back for Petosdey. Reaching that city some time Wednesday night they apparently imagined themselves too good to ride "Lizzie," so they preceded to find a car with more modern conveniences forsaking the poor little Ford, they appropriated an elegantly equipped and speedy eight cylinder Moline-Knight, belonging to the superintendent of the Balckmer Rotary Pump Co., and again headed in a southerly direction, the whereabouts of these tow "wild men of Borneo" being absolutely unknown at the present time.

Their record of thefts so far as known is one Chevrolet, two Fords, and a Moline-Knight. Some speed and class to their work.