My Dear Sir:

     It is my painful duty to report to you Jessie's conduct here so that you may give him a fathers reprimand and counsel.
 

     This conduct in general was unsatisfactory and several weeks before the close of the term he apologized publicly in 

chapel for violating the regulations of the school.     But the deplorable climax was reached just after school closed.
 

     He was discovered one evening in the ladies dormitory in one of the girl's private room together with one girl, the door 

locked, and the light out.     We believe that you desire to be informed of such a serious trespass of right conduct and we

also feel it our duty to do so.

     Beginning about last fall a dangerous disease broke out among the girls going to our school.   A few of the school girls came to school with their cheeks and lips painted and their eye brows darkened.   It seemed to be a contagious disease.   The person who sat next to one would say, "If she can use rouge and lip stick why can't I?"   Fortunately they all did not say that, or the school room would have became a beauty parlor (?) , made up of only paint and eye brow pencils.   Even the little girls of the grades caught this disease.   Perhaps that is where the style of using all this came from.

     If someone should ask the victims what was the benefit of all this paint, they would not be able to give a good answer.   We suppose some girls put it on to make themselves pretty, but who likes to look at a girl who is all painted up like a movie actress.   The girls who are not afflicted with this habit, laugh at their painted schoolmates.   We even heard that boys talk about them in doubtful language.

     We know that many of the parents disapprove of rouge, for some of the girls who use it have to put it on after they come to school and wash their faces before going home.   We are waiting for the day when their mothers come to visit school and see them.   We can imagine that several would ask to leave the room at the same time to wash it off.

     There are people who object to too much face powder.   But powder, used only to take the shine from the face should not be counted in the same class as rouge.   Powder when properly used does not cheapen the appearance of a girl as rouge does.   But it is a sign of very little self-respect to put it on your face in the school room, in the halls, or in other public gathering places where others can watch you.

     As long as we live with other people, we must watch what other people think of us.   If painting our faces make other people laugh at us, why do it?
 

     On June 4, 1908, a special 15 car merchants train from Cedar Rapids spent half an hour in Jewell while the merchants shook hands with Jewell business men.   The 20 piece traveling band entertained local folks at the depot and at the corner of King and Main.

<------- This Record News article was published June 4, 1908. 

     There were about eighty people in the company, including a band of twenty pieces.   The latter organization furnished some excellent music on the street corner.   Their train was a fine one, including seven coaches, buffet and baggage car, diner, day coach, three sleepers and a superintendants private car.   The visitors called on the local business men during their short stay here, not soliciting business but merely informing the business men of the fact that Cedar Rapids is on the map, commercially.
 

     In the early 1920’s the Hamilton County Lamb Club organized a band under the leadership of Mr. John Bonner from Jewell, Iowa.   John was the 4-H Lamb Club Leader in Lyon Township.   Mr. Bonner recruited the skills of Mr. W. L. Schaub of Blairsburg to serve as the director of the band and George Hanson of the Ellsworth News to serve as manager.   Eventually the band expanded to include young people from all over the county.   They practiced almost every Sunday afternoon during spring, summer and fall.   The band members’ mothers provided supper for the members, if they were to have a concert in a county town on Sunday evening.

     The 1928 Hamilton County Extension Service Reports indicate that the band was very active.   They played at the Iowa State fair, the Hamilton, Boone and Webster County fairs, held two concerts at the American County Life Association meetings in Ames and in numerous concerts at various towns in the county.   That year the International Livestock Exposition invited the Hamilton County 4-H Band to be the official band for the show.   The band played at the National 4-H Club Congress the first week in December as well as leading the parade for the International Livestock Exposition in Chicago, Illinois. 

     The Hamilton County band was honored to be the official band for several years following this initial performance.   Eventually the livestock show officials decided to pass this honor on to another state.   But the Hamilton County 4-H Band continued with several in-state engagements.   The 1934 Annual Report stated, “It would be very hard to estimate the value of the fine performances of the Hamilton County 4-H Band.”   In addition to their appearances in Chicago, they appeared in concerts in Alden, Clarion, Fort Dodge, Blairsburg, Blue Earth, MN, and the All County 4-H Club as well as neighboring county fairs. 

     In 1931 after the band had made three performances at the International Livestock Exposition, the Hamilton County 4-H Club Band approached Dr. Karl King, a well known composer, to write a special march for them to perform in Chicago.   He wrote “International Favorites.”   This march is on display at the Karl King Music House in Fort Dodge, Iowa, as well as the Hamilton County Extension Office.

     Owen Crosby, a member of the band, said that in a restroom in Chicago some boys from another state asked them who paid for their trip, and he said they paid their own way, and the boys could hardly believe it – this included buying their own uniforms – part of their expenses were paid by raising money through fundraisers – many of the tickets were sold to “friendly merchants.”

     The men of Jewell, were they to do a little checking up on themselves, would not be able to escape the conclusion that they are pretty good citizens, pretty loyal supporters of their home town.   The're a modest lot, the folks here in Jewell, but they can't dodge the charge.   The evidence is too conclusive.   The bunch sticks by the home town.   They come across every time they see a chance to give Jewell a good boost.   They give good support to the town ball team.   They give loyal support to the churches and schools of the town and are putting them out in front.   Jewell business men are putting up the cost of developing and maintaining a splendid town band and they don't mumur about the expense.   Municipal improvements are moving along year by year at a rate that is putting Jewell on the map as a real live, enterprising town and Jewell folks are boosters for it.   Every time something is to be done to provide a day of entertainment for the patrons of Jewell, the business men of the town came forward gladly and liberally.   The recent July Fouth celebration was a good instance of it.   Nearly to a man the business men of Jewell and other men as well pulled their coats off, jumped into the harness, gave days of work and crontributed liberally of their cash to make it a big day.   There were mighty few who could be called "slackers".  The Boy Scouts project is up now.   There is $1,500 to be raised to buy the land a part of which is to be used for the Scout home and the balance of which is to be held for other public uses in the future.   Mark the prediction -- there won't be much trouble in raising the money.   Jewell people don't hesitate long when it comes to helping along any good thing for Jewell.   That's the story all along the line.   Our business men here in Jewell are making a town here; the citizens of this town are responding to every call.

     There's a moral to all of this.

     How much is contributed to these things that make for the betterment of Jewell by the business men of Webster City or of Fort Dodge or of Des Moines?   How much is contributed by Montgomery Ward or Sears Roebuck?   How much is contributed by mail order furniture dealers, or mail order printing concerns, or mail order dealers in lumber and building materials, or mail order dealers in clothing or ladies' cloaks and suits, or any other mail order or out of town concerns?

      Not one red cent!

      How much will these vultures contribute towards the Boy Scout building project?

      Not a penny!

      How much do these out of town concerns contribute to the support of our town band, or our town ball team, or our chautauqua, or our celebration, or to our schools and churches, or to our municipal improvements?

      Not a single red copper!

     The business men of Jewell bear the big burden of the expense of making Jewell a better town in which to live, the business men aided by a few other men who, like them, have a big place in their hearts for anything and everything that boosts for the home town.

     The people of Jewell profit by what the business men do to make Jewell a better town.   They have a better town in which to live, better schools to which to send their children, better churches at which to worship, better surroundings and better opportunities for their families.   Their property advances in value as the town is built up.

       The people in the country surrounding Jewell profit as the business men of the town make Jewell a bigger and better town.   They get better markets, they get better trading service, they get a town that offers them more in business, and general community respects.   Their farms are worth more by reason of being located near a better town.

     The business men of Jewell are not alone in the work of building a bigger and better Jewell, but they do a big part of it.

     And the business men who give such loyal support to Jewell deserve an equally loyal support from the people of this community to profit by it.
 

     This area was occupied by four different Indian tribes.   The Ioway tribe, for whom Albert Lea named our territory, occupied mostly the banks of the Des Moines River to the south.   The Sioux tribe was located to the north, the Sac and Fox tribes living in the southern part of our county.   The Sioux were very warlike and constantly fought with the Sac and Fox.   To effect a peace in the area, the government drew a line that ran to the north of our counties.   It was called the "Neutral Line."   The Sioux were to stay north of the line, the Sac and Fox to the south.   This line was drawn in 1825.   In 1830 two more lines were drawn, one 20 miles north of the Neutral line, the other 20 miles south of the line.   This area was called the "Neutral Strip."   The Indians were paid 3 cents per acre for this land.

     In 1835 Major Kearney and a company of Dragoons were sent to the area to scout, map, and try to get the Indians to live in peace.   As they traveled up the Des Moines River, they took an unnamed fork along a tributary to the east.   This was named the Boone River to honor Capt. Nathan Boone, the 10th child of Daniel Boone, and a member of the expedition.   Lt. Albert Lea, another member of the party was the first to label and call this area Ioway.

     We became a state in 1846 and as yet our county lines had not been drawn.   Boone County was created as the settlers moved north.   In 1850, the legislature decided to create two adjacent counties, just to the north of Boone County.   The west county was called Yell, the east county called Risley.   Both were named to honor captains of the Mexican War.   The two counties had no settlement yet.   Only about 12 families lived here.

     Of note, one family was the Henry Lott family.   Lott came upriver in 1847 and built a cabin at what became known as Boone Forks, on the north side of the the junction of the Des Moines and Boone Rivers.   He had come from the Red Rock area where he had a history of having problems with the Indians.   He came trading firearms, whiskey, and other things with the Indians for furs.   He also managed to steal horses and move them down river, keeping them in caves along the banks, to sell to settlers as far south as Missouri.   One time, when Henry and his older son were across the Boone River, the Sioux came to his cabin looking for their horses.   Mrs. Lott started screaming and when she stopped, Henry decided that she must be dead so he headed south with his son for Pea's Point in Boone County to seek help from his nearest neighbors.   After the Sioux party had taken property from the cabin, they left.   Mrs. Lott sent her young son, Milton, aged 12, to find his father. Milton ran 22 miles south along the west side of the Des Moines River in December without a coat.   He fell exhausted and froze to death.

     When Lott returned with the rescue party, he found Mrs. Lott delirious in the cabin.   She told him to go find Milton.   They found his body, but since it was winter they could not bury him so they placed him in a hollow log and covered the opening with rocks, returning in the spring to bury him where he was found.   Mrs. Lott lingered until January, 1848 when she too died.

She was the first white woman to die in this area.   In 1911 a monument was constructed in Vegors Cemetery, but her body was never located.   It is assumed that she was buried beside their cabin.

Lott and his older son left the area for several years.   They returned in 1852 and tracked down the Sioux chief, Sidominadotah, and moved to be near him.   One day they went to the chief and invited him to join them to track a huge herd of elk.   After they went some distance from the campsite, Lott hung back and shot the chief in the back.   Then he cut off the chief's head and hid the body and head in different places.   Then after dark, dressed like Indians, they went to the chief's campsite and slaughtered the chief's mother, wife, and four of his children.   One young girl ran away and hid.   When the murders were discovered, the Indians went to Major Williams in Fort Dodge for help.   Williams declared that Lott had committed the murders.   By this time Lott and his son were on their way to California, never to be found again.

     Sioux Indian Chief Sidominadotah was murdered in 1855 by Henry Lott, which percipitated the Spirit Lake Massacre in 1857.

     A hearing was held at Homer, conducted by the only lawyer in the area, Granville Burkley.   He claimed to understand the Sioux language, but he didn't.   No judgment was made, so the Indians left with the body, but Burkley kept the head as evidence.   This he hung from a tree in Homer until the wind blew it down.   Then Burkley nailed the skull above the door of his cabin, where it stayed for nearly a year.   The Indians came back for the skull so it could be buried with the chief.   The Indians discussed a retaliation raid on Homer but did not follow through.   Sidominadotah had a nephew, a renegade Sioux, named Inkpadutah (sometimes spelled Inkpaduta) who decided to revenge his uncle's death - such act became the Spirit Lake Massacre of 1857.

     The man whom it is supposed is the slayer of Frank Beard, the young man recently shot and killed by tramps at DeWitt, was captured by the city marshal at Jewell Junction Friday morning.   The marshal of couse received the printed description of the men who were wanted for the terrible murder and had placed it back in his pocket a day or so ago, but he has a good memory.   A reward of $1,000 is enough to make any man keep his eyes open.   That morning the officer was on his beat between the east end of the town and the depot.   The whistle of the train attracted his attention, and he wandered to the depot.   It was his business to look at every new comer that reached Jewell Junction, and when he saw a man jump from a box car he sized him up.   "It may be a mistake" he thought, "but that fellow looks mightily to me like the telegram describes."   He took the little yellow paper out of his pocket again and looked at it.   "By cracky," he said aloud, "That's the fellow."   He approached him and told him to come with him.   Jewell was hardly awake then, but a desperate encounter ensued between the men.   Almost hand to hand they fought.   Four times the sharp crack of the revolver in the hands of the murderer rang out, but each time he missed his aim, and five times Marshal Lingle answered the shots with his trusted weapon.   The battle between the men raged so fiercely that the attention of the train men was centered upon them.   The engineer placed his hand to the whistle cord and a steady whistle followed that brought out half the town.   Everyone rushed to the scene.   They saw the predicament the marshal was in and closed in on the murderer.   He was captured and is now in the Jewell jail.   His description that is familiar to every office in Iowa, is that of a man short and heavy set, dark complexion, wearing a dark brown suit with a light crash had.   He had on a pair of broad toed shoes.
 

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Impressions of Stay in Jewell

Relief Editor Writes of Jewell as He Sees it During Short Stay

- Sees Many Good Features -
(By Burt Kroesen)

     The stranger in town will see the things that you see, but he is liable to see them from a different point of view.   For one thing you have seen the same thing so often that its beauty, its newness, its usefulness or its ungainlyness, uselessness or age do not impress you.   During our two weeks stay in Jewell we have noticed some things -- the same things that you have noticed so many times, but we are going to take the liberty of telling just how these things impressed us.

     One of the first things that we noticed was the water fountain for horses and live stock on Main Street.   This may seem like a funny thing to notice, but in our home town this gave way to the modern idea of having nothing to take its place along with the hitching posts and the free tobacco box several years ago.   Of couse, the farmers objected to these progressive steps, as farmers sometimes do, but they very soon forgot the hitching posts and tobacco box.   They bought Fords and could afford cigars, as farmers can you know.   But -- they never forgot the old horse water trough and mourn it to this day.   They cannot haul grain and hogs in the Ford, nor can they always get the Baby Lincoln through the mud to town, so old "Dobin" is still a frequent visitor and the beast it is said regrets the fact that the town is dry, as both man and beast have to wait until they get home for a drink.   However, be that as it may, we noticed the watering place, but have not as yet seen a horse drinking from its cool depths, which leads one to question whether it is really needed or not, although it makes a nice reminder of olden times fast fading into the past.

     Another thing came to our mind was the fact that the people of Jewell are wise in supporting their band.   A band is a good advertisement for the town.   The town that takes all and gives nothing to its patrons in return does not earn a reputation for progressiveness.   Jewell merchants however, support a band.   It is a good band, it gives the patrons of the town a fine evenings entertainment one night each week, it adds to the culture of the community, sets an example for the young and brings out the ambitions of the musically inclined.   And it is a living advertisement for the city.

     A two weeks stay in the city has shown us that the business houses are for the most part progressive, up-to-date and sound financially.   Land speculation, in other words passed them by or they passed up the land speculation.   Until one has been through.  It the curse left in the wake of a land boom is hard to visualize.   To say the least it is appropriate to use the words of General Sherman in regard to war.   Lucky indeed is the town whose merchants kept out of it.

     Another problem that every town has to deal with is that of good roads leading into the city and good streets within the corporation.  The counties under our system of using auto license money in finance the roads are fast building good roads into towns, and Jewell we see is no exception in this instance.   In town the traffic demands streets that are hard enough to hold up the present auto and truck traffic, and streets that will be free from mud during rainy season.   Present day traffic demands all the year service.   Paving puts a burden in overhead in the business district that makes it hard to compete with neighboring trading posts, and raises rents and curtails income in residence properties, in such a way that it is hard for the small town to finance.   Jewell has apparently sovled the problem with its oiled streets.   It must be practical and of low upkeep cost as the people who use it and the people to pay for it are both satisfied.

     Of couse, we couldn't help but notice that Jewell was a school town.   With what looks to be a commodious public school building and a fine little college the town attracts the young folks in search of an education from over a wide territory.   We understand the public school is crowded and the college is growing.

     We attended a meeting of the Community Club Monday night.   The people of a town where they keep up a club do not realize what a good thing that an organization is.   About twety members attended Monday night when there should have been sixty.   Every business man, from peanut vendor to the big interests of the locality should be in the "boosters" club -- and they should work at it.   However, in spite of the fact that a town without a Community Club is working at a disadvantage, it seems hard work to keep one going in most towns, and Jewell is to be congratulated that this one is up and coming.

     The market facilities of the town are good, and they must have fallen into good hands as the record of shipments from Jewell are above the average from towns of this size.   The good service to be had on the Northwestern may in part be responsible for this.   And then too, the fact that this is a junction point may be responsible for many of the more progressive (ideas?) of your city.   The brightest minds of the country are coming and going and the exchange of ideas cannot help but make for a better business community.

     And as the  preachers say, lastly, we believe that Jewell has a better newspaper in the Record than they are entitled to, judging by the support given it.   A 16 page paper in a town of 1200 is going some.   And it should be everybody's business to help keep her going on high all the time.   Your newspaper is the representative of your town.   If you are withholding news from the paper you keep the paper from representing you.   If you are not advertising, the newspaper is not representing you.   The stranger who picks up the Record doesn't know you are here.   The same applies to the newspaper that applies to the Community Club.   25 per cent of the business men give 75 per cent of the support required by both the newspaper and the club.  The same condition exists in other towns and so far there has been no suggestion made whereby the work of boosting a town can be equally divided and at the same time have the town well boosted.

     We have been to church, to (take?) to the show, we have looked the town over and believe we have seen everything but the Ku Klux Klan, and if you have any of those birds they are keeping dark.   To our mind Jewell is up to the standard as a community of 1200 busy souls.