Apropos of the discussion which the editor of the News has invited regarding the destruction of the old Colonel Noyes home, I should like to say just a word for the preservation of this old landmark. It represents more to the former residents of Baraboo, to those who no longer make their home there, but whose birthplace it was, than it does to the tourists and it is for those former sons and daughters that it should be kept intact. Everyone who ever lived in Baraboo remembers this colonial home and a number will always associate with it the genial kindness of Colonel and Mrs. Noyes. The first dollar I ever earned was from the sale of a large yellow tiger cat to Colonel Noyes. He had been saying that Mother Noyes needed a cat to keep the provision room free form mice and so one desperately hot summer day I climbed the long hill (longer than now) with a tawny yellow tiger cat in my arms. Being quite a small person at the time I expect I was panting quite hard when I arrived because I remember very distinctly of Mrs. Noyes and the colonel being very concerned over my breathless state and of being lavishly pressed with dishes of red raspberries and cream, much milk and cookies.
Then, too, when we were late in the cold winter mornings and wanted to slip in just before Miss Falvey put our name on the detention list. Somehow the sight of the old house there on the corner always gave us the energy we needed to make one final spurt and in we were and up to the main room just as the lady with the detention loving eye came round the corner from the office.
So I think it would be an act of civic betrayal if the Colonel Noyes house were destroyed because behind this lovely old colonial structure is the thought and remembrance of a man and woman of the old southern school of hospitality and geniality, which is fast disappearingóColonel and Mrs. Noyes.