The groom is the youngest son of MR. and MRS. HOMER THARP, who live two miles south of Davis City, and he is a graduate of the Davis City High School, and the Western Union Telegraph Co. College at Chillicothe, Mo., two years ago. He is now office manager of a telegraph company at Des Moines.

The bride at the time of her marriage was stenographer and private secretary for the president of a wholesale firm at Columbia and telegraph operator for the retail stores.

The happy couple visited with home folks at Davis City for a few days, departing for Des Moines on Monday of this week, where they will make their home.

On Christmas Day, nineteen members of the THARP families met at the pleasant home of MR. and MRS. HOMER C.M. THARP at an infare dinner in honor of the bride and groom, as bountiful a repast being served as I would care to eat, though, should I live as long in this world as did the father of Methusala, who as you know lived to be 969 years old, yet he died before his father died. Those present at this gathering besides the host and hostess, MR. and MRS. HOMER THARP, the groom and bride, MR. and MRS. JOHN L. THARP, MR. and MRS. THURMAN GIBLER, MR. and MRS. ROY THARP and children, GLADA L., FERN and THEO, of near Humeston, MRS. HILDRED THARP WEABLE and husband, HERALD WEABLE and children, DWAIN and ROSEMARY, of Lamoni, and last but not least, ye writer, JOSEPH THARP and wife, of Davis City, married 54 years and the parents of HOMER and JOHN J. THARP, and grandparents of ZELMA, ROY, HILDRED and JOHN L., aged 80 years past and a resident of Decatur County for nearly 7l years. My prayer to God is that we may all meet again, if not here, in that beautiful land beyond the crystal sea.

Far beyond life's fitful fever
Far beyond life's trouble dream
Far beyond cold Jordan's river,
Far beyond that sullen stream.
There we'll meet--to part--no never
There we'll roam the golden shore
Where the livy live forever,
And the sun goes down no more.
Far beyond life's painful partings
Far beyond these bitter years,
Far beyond these weary heartaches,
Far beyond these hopes and fears.
Oh that home beyond the shadows,
That dear land we soon shall gain
Where we'll meet our blessed Savior
Free from sorrow, toil and pain.

Written by JOSEPH THARP.