History Crumbles


American newspaper and magazine articles and book excerpts from Jan. 1, 1900 to Dec. 31, 1900. Links to sources in the online archives appear below each article and image.

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(From the Twentieth Century Speaker, by Emma Griffith Lumm. K. T. Boland, 1900. Private collection.)



The St. Louis Republic, St. Louis, Missouri, p. 1



Stranded Gamblers Consume $4,000 Worth of Chickens.


       Knoxville, Tenn., Dec. 31. – Forty gamblers with 100 chickens left by boat Christmas Day for an isolated spot ten miles below Knoxville.

      The boat got stuck before reaching its destination, so the fights were held on board. But when a three days’ food supply was exhausted the men grew desperate.

      No one would venture to swim through floating ice to land, and about $4,000 worth of chickens were killed to prevent starvation.

      No noise made could arouse the inhabitants of the nearest farmhouse, a mile away.

      To-day a hunter, passing near the boat, was induced to seek assistance, and the men were rescued. They reached the city by hacks tonight.



 Lawrence Daily World, Lawrence, Kansas, p. 4

                            Notable Happenings of 1899



The British-Boer War – War in the Philippines – Big Financial Failures, Startling Disasters and Crimes – Necrology, Politics and Sports, Etc.




Disasters of Various Sorts In Which Six or More Lives Were Lost.

Jan. 1 – Ishpeming, Mich., 6 miners by upsetting hoisting cage.

6 – In Gulf of Mexico, 8 by explosion on yacht Paul Jones.

9 – West Dunellen, N. J., 18 in railway collision . . . . Sunal, Neb., 4 in railway wreck.

14 – Tacoma, Wash., harbor, British ship Andelena sinks; 19 drowned . . . . Gregg county, Tex., 6 in cyclone.

Feb. 11 – Silver Plume, Col., 24 miners in snow-glide . . . . Off Nab. Lightship, 13 by foundering of boat.

12 – Near Yankton, S. D., 17 in burning cottage of insane asylum.

14 – Off South Carolina coast, 9 by wreck of steamship William Lawrence . . . . Cornerstone, Ark., 7 in burning home . . . . In Texas during 2 days intense cold, 14 frozen.

Mar. 8 – Near Norfolk, Va., 12 drowned by sinking of tug.

10 – Crede, Col., 6 by explosion in mine.

17 – New York, 46 during burning of Windsor Hotel.

19 – Near Edwardsville, Ala. 11 in cyclone.

27 – Chicago, 8 in flames of Armour’s curled hair and felt works.

Apr. 3 – Joplin, Mo., 5 by caving in of narrow trench.

4 – Eureka, Cal., 10 by capsizing of steamer in harbor.

7 – New York, 12 in burning home of Wallace C. Andrews.

9 – Near Glendive, Mont., 12 by flood in Yellowstone river.

18 – Near Beverly, Mass., 11 in wreck of fishing schooner.

27 – Kirksville, Mo., 30 in tornado . . . . Newtown, Mo., 15 by cyclone . . . . Onawa, Ia., 5 in tornado.

28 – Milan, Mo, 4 families by cyclone.

29 – Carney’s Point, N. J., 6 by explosion in smokeless powder works.

May 14 – Off Grand Marais, in Lake Superior, 9 by floundering of schooner.

27 – Near Waterloo, Ia., 8 in railway wreck caused by washout . . . . Near Hardeeville, 9 in burning home . . . . In Bijou hills, south of Chamberlin, S. D., 7 by cyclone . . . . Near Dawson, Alaska, 7 drowned breaking through ice.

30 – Toledo, O., 6 by upsetting of boat.

June 4 – Near Alberta, N. W. T., 30 Indians by upsetting of boat in Lake of Clouds.

7 – In New York and vicinity, 25 from effects of warm weather.

8 – Ross Hollow, Ark. 28 by landslide . . . . In vicinity of Austin, Tex., 25 by cloudburst and subsequent floods.

12 – New Richmond, Wis. 112 by cyclones.

13 – Herman, Neb. 10 in cyclone that practically destroyed the whole town.

16 – Ramila, Tex. 27 during freshet.

[ . . . . Continues through Dec. – ED.]



Jan. 2 – Paulding, O., ex-Postmaster C. A. Brewer kills wife and self.

20 – Antigo, Wis., vandals wreck offices of Antigo Republican, Weekly News and German Herald.

23 – Philadelphia, Geo. Ayres fatally wounds wife’s lover and kills wife and self.

Feb. 4 – Westminster, O., Frank Blair kills Ed. Broward, Mary Anderson and self; jealousy.

Mar. 1 – Alikehi courthouse in Choctaw nation, Walla Tonka hanged for murder.

2 – Atheletone, Kan., wife and 4 children of John Gilbert found murdered.

3 – Lucknow, Tenn., Mrs. John A. Clark poisons her 3 children and self; insane.

15 – Bleton, Tex., Ed Bean drives wife through principal streets, kills her and self.

16 – Hot Springs, Ark., in political fight, Thos. Toler, chief of police; J. E. Hart, city detective; T. F. Goslee, police sergt., J. Williams and Louis Hinkle shot dead.

22 – Lagrange, Ind., Mrs. C. Molter poisons her 2 children and self; temporarily insane.

Apr. 5 – Albany, Ga., W. A. Jackson kills his wife, baby and self; insane.

10 – Paun, Ill., 7 dead, many wounded and town under martial law as result of attempt to arrest a Negro desperado who defied the officers.

20 – Fresno, Cal., factional fight among Chinese highbinders results in 3 killed and 2 fatally wounded.

26 – Near Malden, Mo., Mrs. Jane Tettaton and her 4 children found murdered.

May 2 – Near Bernadotte, Ill., J. J. Smith shoots divorced wife and kills self; jealousy.

9 – Okolona, Miss., Dr. Wm. Murphy and son and Chas. D. Clarke and son killed in dispute over bill.

11 – Howard City, Mich., Jos. Harvey (aged 20) kills wife, uncle and grandmother, and wounds his baby, father-in-law and self.

17 – West Alexandria, O., Frank Campbell kills divorced wife, her sister and self.

20 – Middlebury, O., Earnest Austin (aged 25) kills mother and brother and shoots self; they opposed his wish to marry a neighbor’s daughter.

Jun. 1 – near Thornton, Ind., Alfred Wells kills 3 of his little boys; insane.

[ . . . . Continues through Dec. – ED.]



Jan. 5 – Eagle City, Alaska, Jack Jolly, saloonkeeper and gambler . . . . Near Banks, Ala., Marshall McGregor (colored); charged with barn burning.

Feb. 11 – Near Leesburg, Ga., Bill Holt, Geo. Fort and Geo. Bivens; assault.

Mar. 15 – Palmetto, Ga., 9 negroes shot; charged with arson.

23 – In Little River county, Ark., 7 negroes lynched to date, result of what is practically a race war.

25 – Charleston, S. C., John Webb and Will Toney (negro boys 18 years old) killed by mob of white boys.

Apr. 11 – Deerfield, O., Wm. Kinneman tarred and feathered; assault.

23 – Near Newman, Ga., Sam Hose (negro) burned at stake; murdered Alfred Cranford and assaulted Mrs. Cranford.

29 – Osceola, Ark., Will Sees; barn burning

May 13 – Blue Lick Springs, Ky., John Holland (colored).

25 – Near Aley, Tex., Jas. Humphries and 2 sons (white); charged with harboring a murderer.

Jun. 10 – Near Sardis, Miss., Simon Brooks (colored), lynched by negro mob; murdered negro woman.

13 – Dunelon, Fla., 2 negroes lynched by negro mob for shooting colored man.

Jul. 8 – Almo, Kan., Dick Williams (negro); charged with murder.

20 – Freelandsville, Ind., Lon French, a desperado.

21 – Tallulah, La., 5 Sicilians for long list of alleged crimes.

22 – Bainbridge, Ga., 3 negroes; assaulted white woman . . . . Near Bruton, Mo., Frank Embree (negro); assault.

24 – Saffold, Ga., 2 negroes; assault . . . . Wilmot, Ark., Chick Davis (negro); murderer . . . . Hattiesburg, Miss., Henry Novels; assault.

25 – Saffold, Ga., Chas. Mack; rape and robbery . . . . Fugna Prairie, Tex., John Hamilton (colored); burned a church.

Aug. 1 – near Forest, Ga., Solomon Jones (negro); assault.

9 – Amite City, La., Adolphus Brown (colored) killed, and Edgar and Edw. Barr flogged by a mob . . . . Jaspar, Fla., unknown negro; assault.

[ . . . . Continues through Dec. – ED.]



From the Manual of Physical Drill: United States Army, by Captain Edmund L. Butts, P. 2 - 3. New York: D. Appleton and Co., 1900.


 Although there are different ideas about bathing, the following precautions are safe to follow:
 With the sponge, shower, or tub bath, while the body is heated, it should first be rubbed down well
 with towels; the water should be tepid, and, after 
washing to remove the impurities which arise from 
increased circulation, the water should be cooled 
several degrees in order to get the bracing effects,
 but not so cold as to cause chill. The warm water 
cleanses and the cold water braces. Then rub down
 well and dress deliberately, care being taken not to 
expose the body to draughts or cold. If necessary 
to go directly into the cold air, a safe precaution 
is to rub the body with alcohol. Do not make the
 bath too long, and never let the underclothing dry 
on the body after exercising. Cold baths can only
be safely taken when the body is not heated, and
 even then it is not recommended except for the
 strongest constitutions. A hot bath may safely be 
taken just before going to bed.



365 DESSERTS -  A dessert for every day of the year

Selected from Marion Harland, Mrs. Lincoln, Good Housekeeping, Table Talk and others. Philadelphia, George W. Jacobs & Co., 1900


1. — Mince Pie. 

Two lbs. lean beef chopped fine, 2 lbs. suet 
chopped fine, 2 ½ lbs. stoned raisins, 2 ½ 
lbs. cleaned currants, 1 ½ lbs. sliced citron, 1 ½ lbs. light brown sugar, 1 tablespoonful each of powdered cloves, mace, cinnamon
and allspice: season to taste, 1 ½ pints brandy. When making the pies, to every 4 table
spoonfuls of mince meat, add 1 of chopped 



San Francisco Call, Jan. 1, p. 10 [partial screen grab – ED.]

sfcall new years




Albuquerque Daily Citizen, Albuquerque, New Mexico, p. 3 



An unfortunate man throws himself in front of an engine and is killed.

      Late No. 36 last Saturday night coming up the mountain in charge of Conductor Lotta, ran over and killed some unknown unfortunate man, says the Williams News. The train was heavily loaded moving slowly up the grade, and
 when the man was first noticed by the
engineer, he was about three rods ahead 
of the engine. The engineer whistled
 a warning, when the man stepped off the track on the fireman’s side of the engine, and remained off till the engine was close to him, when he stepped on again, allowing the engine and two or three cars to pass over him. The train was stopped as soon as possible and the remains of the unfortunate picked up. He presented a
 ghastly sight when picked up, the body being cut in two in the middle, besides
 crushing the top of the skull. The remains were brought into Williams, where an inquest was held immediately, resulting in a verdict exonerating the train crew. Nothing by which to identify the man was found on him, and the 
only thing found was a rabbit’s foot. His 
clothing was of good texture and his
 hands did not look like the hands of a laboring man. The general belief is that he was some poor fellow not used to 
fighting hard luck, and that he deliberately concealed his identity and committed suicide as a release from his unfortunate condition.



Take Laxative Bromo Quinine Tablets.
 All druggists refund tbe money if it fails to cure. K.W. Grove’s signature is on each box. 25c.


Discovered by a woman

      Another great discovery has been made, and that, too, by a lady in this country. “Disease fastened its clothes upon her and for seven years she withstood its 
severest tests, but her vital organs were undermined and death seemed imminent. For three mouths she coughed incessantly, and could not sleep. She finally discovered a way to recovery, by purchasing of us a bottle of Dr. King’s New Discovery for Consumption, and
 was so much relieved on taking first dose that she slept all night; and with 
two bottles, has been absolutely cured.
 Her name is Mrs. Luther Lutz." Thus 
writes W. C. Hamnick & Co., of Selby, N.C. Trial bottles free at J. H. O'Reilly's drug store. Regular size 50 cents
 and $1.00. Every bottle guaranteed.


Found Dead in a Chair.

      Last Tuesday morning between 4 and
 5 o'clock Lyman Chapman, who worked 
at K. B. Bayless' barber shop on San
Francisco street, was found dead in a chair in a saloon, says the Flagstaff Gem.

      He had been sitting in the chair for several hours sleeping without changing his position until someone suggested 
that there might be something the matter with him.

      On attempting to arouse him from his apparent deep sleep, it was discovered 
that something was wrong, and a physician was immediately summoned who pronounced the man dead, and that life had been extinct for about five hours.

      The body was removed to the undertakers and a coroner's inquest was held
 over the body, and the gist of the verdict was that he came to his death by morphine injected in his arm by parties 
whose names we failed to learn.

      It appeared that the deceased had been drinking considerably for a day or two
 and had not partaken of food for two
 days, and his system was unable to combat with the morphine. He was not
 accustomed to its use, and would not have
 requested its administration if he had 
not been in a dazed or almost insane 

      Deceased was thirty six years old. He 
came from Deadwood, South Dakota,
about two months ago. He has a son there about twelve years old, attending the Sisters' school, and he has a brother and three sisters residing in Kansas.
 The body was interred in the Flagstaff Cemetery.



 The Wichita Daily Eagle, Wichita, Kansas., p. 2



To Pay Miss Mae Hopkins’ Attorney’s Fees




Tried on the Charge of Whipping a Boy Pupil


 Guthrie, Oklahoma Territory, Jan. 1. – The Cushlng 
Herald says: The trial of Miss Mae Hopkins for whipping one of her pupils was heard before ‘Squire Eaton of Cimarron
township, last Saturday. The courtroom 
was crowded and expressions of sympathy for the teacher were heard on all
 sides. Attorney Williams of Stillwater, represented Miss Hopkins, and when the jury rendered their decision in favor of
 Miss Hopkins, which they did without leaving their seats, it was plainly evident 
that the verdict met with the approval
 of everyone. Some one suggested passing 
the hat to pay her attorney fee, which was $10. This was done, and if the fee 
had been $50 it would have been the same, for the men almost fought to get near 
enough to the hat to drop in their money. The $10 was raised, and plenty of
money in sight which could not be accepted.

"An incident occurred after the arrest of Miss Hopkins, worth telling. Miss Hopkins appeared before the 'Squire to answer to the charge of whipping young Fitzwater and upon her return to the school room, she found that some of her 
larger pupils, some of whom were young men about six feet tall, had been enjoying a free-for-all fight. She didn't wait
 for preliminaries, but gave each of them a good sound thrashing forthwith. Miss Hopkins has grit to keep that school in order and we are glad to know that the 
school board and the best people in the district stand ready to give her all the 
assistance possible. 



The Times, Washington D.C., p. 2 [continuation of p. 1 story]



McCoy Thinks He Can Whip Any of 
the Heavyweights

NEW YORK, Jan 1. – After leaving the
 ring [after knocking out Maher in the 5th round] McCoy went direct to the office of the
 club. The Kid did not show a mark on 
his face and with the exception of a sleight
 abrasure of the skin under the heart there 
was not the least sign that he had passed 
through a lively bout. He was surrounded 
by a large crowd of admiring friends who 
nearly tore his arm off in the endeavor to
 congratulate him. When McCoy was permitted to talk he said:

      “I am glad the fight terminated as it did 
and that I won because it will convince 
my detractors that I can hit some. Five
 weeks ago today I was very ill. Some people thought I was shamming but it was the 
honest truth. I must give Billy Muldoon
 great credit for the manner in which he
 assisted to build me up. The way I felt 
today I think I could have beaten any one 
of my weight, and of more pounds too. I
 was as strong as a bull and I had the
speed with me also. I must admit that I 
felt quite nervous all along regarding my 
chances. I got more confidence after the 
first round when I saw that Maher was susceptible to my feints. His tactics puzzled 
me considerably, and that is why I bided
 my time for a blow which would do the trick decisively. In the fourth round I was a bit tired, but at no stage of the battle was I groggy. Maher did not get in a good knock which either phazed or even made me dizzy.”

      “What are your plans now?” he was 

      McCoy, with some hesitation, said: “After this winter I will retire. I don’t
 care to deprive myself of the luxuries of 
life, because a man in my profession to
 make a success must always remain in 
training. It gets monotonous at times, 
and I often long to quit. I still think I
can beat Bob Fitzsimmons, Tom Sharkey, or any other heavyweight, and would like 
a crack at either of the fighters mentioned
 before I retire. I am now matched to
 meet Joe Choynski at the Broadway 
Athletic Club on January 12, and expect 
to face Sharkey a month later at the same

     McCoy in conclusion said that after 
he leaves the fighting game he will start a 
swell school of physical culture on Broadway in partnership with Muldoon. 
He added that it would be the finest institution of its kind in the country.

      Peter Maher took his defeat sorrowfully.

      “I was winning nicely,” said Maher,
” when I got that punch which put me out 
of it. I was not unconscious. The blow 
caught me on the Adam’s apple, near my
 right jaw, and it seemed to stop my wind 
and render me helpless. I tried to get up 
but it was useless. I was temporarily 
paralyzed from my neck down. I heard 
the referee count off the seconds, and when 
it was too late I realized that I had lost.
 McCoy is a shifty, clever fellow but I’m sure and know I can whip him. I will
 agree to fight within six weeks and I will 
bet the loser’s end of the purse that I will
 beat him inside of fifteen rounds. I have 
no excuses to offer. It is all over now, 
and all I can say is that I am in hard
 luck. My baby died on Christmas Day, 
my wife is ill, and I lost today. It is pretty
 hard on me but I must take things as 
they come.”



The San Francisco Call, San Francisco, CA., p. 5



Attempt at Murder in 


Special Dispatch to The Call.


HANFORD, Jan. I.— Ed Burris, a son of 
Dave Burris, one of the wealthiest farmers and landowners in this vicinity, was 
shot this morning in three separate places 
by Si Hughes, a well-known raisin-grower 
of this county. 

      To-day's shooting is the aftermath of a 
fracas which occurred at an auction sale
 of livestock held here last Saturday. Burris and a young Eastern sport named 
Charles Valentine were figuring over the 
points of a dog. Hughes entered into the 
discussion and he and Burris came to 
blows. Hughes, though much the larger 
and heavier man, was given a thrashing
 and left the sale, vowing vengeance. The 
three men were under the influence of 

      Burris and his wife drove into town this 
morning, and leaving the lady at her
 mother's Burris went down the street to 
transact some business. He met Hughes, 
who was still drunk, on Front street, and 
the men resumed their quarrel. Finally 
Burris started to drive away. Hughes 
drew a revolver and began firing. Immediately after the shooting he gave himself 
up to City Marshal Rueck and was taken
 to Kings County Jail.

      A singular fact in connection with the 
affair is that Hughes had been drawn on 
a jury in Justice Randall's court, but arrived at the Courthouse just five minutes 
too late to be accepted. But for this unfortunate tardiness the tragedy of today 
would have been averted.  

      At 8 o'clock to-night Burris was resting 
easy, and being a young man of fine 
physique and strong constitution, he may 




 New Ulm Review, New Ulm, Minnesota, p. 4 


A Canine Thief.

      While two ladies were walking
 along the streets of Minneapolis a 
large mastiff came up to them and 
made a pretense of friendship by wagging his tail and playfully jumping 
in glee about the two pedestrians. They 
paid no attention, supposing
 him to be an ordinary every day dog. 
Finally he became too persistent in 
his attentions, and continued to leap
upon one of the women, who carried 
a canvas which she was guarding 
jealously. She put out her hand to 
push the animal aside. As she did so 
he watched his opportunity and
seized the bag between his teeth.
Then he made all possible haste to
 run away.

      The owner of the satchel was at a 
loss as to what to do. The dog was fleet footed, and she could not overtake 
him. A passing policeman gave chase 
and after a run of several blocks secured the bag, which contained nearly $2,000 in cash and checks. At the
 time of the occurrence the lady was 
on her way to the bank to make a deposit.


Wants Old Bug.

      Lewis Sells, one of the proprietors 
of the Sells Brothers' circus,
 now wintering at Columbus, Ohio, has been 
in negotiations with a number of
 Chippewa Indians on the Leech Lake 
reservation, including Bug-a-na-ge-ship, the old chief who defied the military power of the United States a
 little over a year ago, and a number 
of braves who took part in the fight 
at Sugar Point, to travel with the circus next season and participate in the
 mimic Indian war representing the 
last Indian outbreak in the United

      It is understood that the negotiations had progressed so far as to have 
secured the consent of the Indian
s themselves, but when the circus people applied to Indian Commissioner
 Jones for the necessary permission to 
take Indians off the reservation, that
official promptly refused, replying 
that hereafter the department 
would permit the use of Indians for no public exhibitions except such as aimed 
to represent the progress of the tribes 
toward civilization.



The San Francisco Call, San Francisco, California, p. 3 



French Scientist Produces Respiration in the Corpse of a Girl

Special Cable to The Call and New York Herald. Copyrighted, 1900, by James Gordon Bennet. 

PARIS. Jan. 2.— Thebault and his co-scientists engaged in trying to prevent persons drinking and Metchnikoff endeavorlng to prevent them growing
old, are put into the shade by Laborde with his "regular traction tongue"
 system of bringing the dead to life.

      Laborde's system was curiously illustrated at Besancon by Professor Coutenot. Among his hospital patients Coutenot had a girl, dying of tuberculous meningitis. During one of his visits the girl died. The professor continued his round of visits among the other patients and then went to the amphitheater, where he delivered a regular, clinical lecture for an hour on the subject of "Resuscitating the drowned or suffocated by rythmical mechanical movements of the tongue."

      At the end of the lecture Coutenot announced to his pupils that he was 
going to illustrate the technical part of the method upon the corpse of the 
girl who had been dead more than an hour. The whole clinic returned to the hospital ward. After the girl's tongue had been drawn backward and forward
 several times, according to Laborde's theory, signs of respiration were noticed and continued for an instant. Shortly afterward the girl died again.



From Rita, by Laura E. Richards.

Illustrated by Ethelred B. Barry. D. Estes & Co., Boston, 1900. Introduction and Frontspiece.

     If this story should seem extravagent to any of my readers, I can only refer them to some one of the many published accounts of the Spanish-American War. They will find that many delicate and tenderly nurtured girls were forced to endure dangers and privations compared to which Rita’s adventures seem like child’s play.

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 The Star, Reynoldsville, Pennsylvania, p. 3





Young Woman Restored to Health By Fasting for Forty-five Days in a Philadelphia Institution


      A handsome young woman, who 
spent several months in the Friends'
 Asylum for the Insane at Frankford, 
near Philadelphia, a wretched victim of 
melancholia, has apparently been restored to excellent health, mentally and
 physically, after a fast of 45 days, according to the statements of the woman 
and friends, who were with her almost constantly during that period.

      At the works of the American Ax 
and Tool Company, at Beaver Falls, the 
other night, John Reese, an engineer, 
while adjusting an electric light near the 
ceiling, had the bottom of one leg of his 
trousers caught in a set screw of a rapidly revolving shaft. He was whirled
around the shaft, his clothing stripped 
from his body, and he was hurled to the 
floor beneath, 16 feet, bleeding and unconscious. No bones were broken, but 
it is feared he is injured internally.

      The decision in the case of the city 
of Pittsburg against State Senator Wm. Flinn and others for $200,000 damages,
 was handed down at the opening of
 court by Judge White. The defendants
 were acquitted. The suit was in trespass, and was based on the allegation
that ex-Assistant City Attorney W. H.
House had loaned city money to Senator Flinn.

      James Grinnen, a young man living 
at Mead Run, EIk. Co., accidentally shot 
himself the other day while hunting in 
the woods near Du Bois. He received 
the contents of a double barrelled shot
gun full in the abdomen, and though
 suffering terrible agony he crawled fully a quarter of a mile before help arrived. He was carried to his home, where 
he died two hours later.




365 DESSERTS -  A dessert for every day of the year

Selected from Marion Harland, Mrs. Lincoln, Good Housekeeping, Table Talk and others. Philadelphia, George W. Jacobs & Co., 1900

3. — Cocoanut Sponge. 

Thicken 1 pint of milk, in which is dissolved ¾ of a cup of sugar, with 2 tablespoonfuls of cornstarch. Cook thoroughly in a vessel set into boiling water. When cooked 
and boiling hot, beat this into the whites of 3 eggs beaten stiff. After standing a few minutes, add 1 cup of grated cocoanut. Flavor with vanilla and turn into a mould with grated cocoanut on top. Serve with cream sweetened and flavored with wine.




The National Tribune, Washington, D.C., p. 1

George B. Wright Discovers a Cure for Failing Manhood and Sends it Free to Every Sufferer Who will Write For It.


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      Gratitude is one of the noblest impulses of the human heart, and in few instances has this fine quality been so conspicuously exemplified as in the case of George B. Wright of Marshall.

      Mr. Wright is a merchant and well known citizen of Marshall, Mich., who was permanently cured of Failing manhood and nervous debility after declining in health for years. He now devotes his life to helping other men who suffer as he once suffered. Mr. Wright offers to send the medical prescription that effected a cure in his case to every reader of The National Tribune who is suffering today as he suffered. All who will drop him a line will receive it by return mail free of charge. As certain as a wound leaves a scar, and as sure as effect follows cause, do men live to repent their follies and indiscretions in weakness and suffering. The tortured sufferer may bear no tell-tale marks of ruin upon his face to betray his failing manhood. He goes to his grave a human wreck, and never tells of his sufferings for fear of shame. Such mental anguish at times drives him to the verge of desperation, and he is easy prey for those vultures in human form – quack doctors – who hold out alluring hopes of cures only to disappoint, and after robbing him of his money, plunge him into absolute despair.

      No one can appreciate the horrors of failing manhood except he who has suffered them. No one can help such sufferers except he who knows a cure and has himself been restored to full manhood. A notable cure in an extreme case was effected in the person of George B. Wright, a music dealer and well known citizen of Marshall, Mich. Mr. Wright for years suffered the agony of lost vital power. He saw his physical power go from him as the result of insidious disease, until he was reduced to a condition of senility, and the best doctors in the country gave him up to die.

      Like many others, he tried the various remedies offered by specialists for the treatment of weaknesses peculiar to men, and it was this experience that drove him to a little study and research for his own benefit.

      He asserts that his 10 years suffering, both mentally and physically, was turned to unbounded joy in a single night through a rare combination of medicines that literally made him young again. It is the prescription of this discovery that his enthusiasm leads him to offer free to any man, young or old, who feels that his animation or the fire of ambition has left him and needs something that will brace him up and enable him to be prepared for any undertaking which may present itself.

      There is no question but what in his individual case the results were just as described, and it seems quite probable that any man who believes himself to be weak may profit by sending for this free prescription. Many people wonder how he can afford to send this prescription free, but it costs him little to do so, and he feels a philanthropic interest in giving weak men an opportunity to cure themselves.

      A request to G. B. Wright, music dealer, Box 1233, Marshall, Mich., for his free prescription, will be promptly and privately complied with by return mail.



Western New-Democrat, Valentine, Nebraska., p. 4

The Ladies Cornet Band

      We had the pleasure, the other evening, of seeing the Ladies’ Cornet Band at practice, and they show marked progress, but we thought they exhibited signs of embarrassment in the presence of visitors. Most of us do not care to have spectators watch our chagrin when we make a mistake in practice. All the girls handle themselves well, and when they get their uniforms will present a fine appearance. This doesn’t mean to convey the impression that they are not now nice looking.


City Airs

      C.M. Sageser has placed an entire new outfit in his barber shop, made of antique oak. The mirrors, chairs, lockers and sideboard are all of the finest, and his place will now compare favorably with the best of city “tonsorial parlors.”


Poetry by “The Devil”

He may not be a connoisseur of paintings or good wine,

His clothes, perhaps, don’t fit him very well.

But the Boer is giving Johnny Bull about the warmest time

That he can muster up this side of hell.




Deseret Evening News, Great Salt Lake City, Utah, p. 1



Passengers Refused to Get Off Their Trains This Morning




Result of the Publication of Sensational Stories – Hotel Men Dismayed – Eureka Quarantined


      The fact that there is smallpox in Salt Lake City has apparently been widely circulated all over the country and the conditions must have been exaggerated out of all proportion, because travelers who can avoid stopping over here insist on going through without leaving their cars. Judging from their actions today, they appear to think that they would be taking their lives in their hands by coming up town.

      This morning tourists and other travelers who had arranged to stop over, changed their plans, and practically all through passengers went on. They would not come up town, but sent to the various hotels for their mail and had it brought down to them.

      The hotel keepers are dismayed, not over the smallpox, but over the alarm of the traveling public. Their rooms are being emptied and the effect on their business will be disastrous should this state of affairs continue.

      Of course there is no grounds for such a scare. The travelers have probably read some exaggerated and sensational report and imagine Salt Lake to be a plague stricken city, when as a matter of fact less than half a dozen cases, all told, have developed here.

      The cases reported last night in the Hobbs family, while not creating public alarm, have increased perceptibly the precautions on the part of the public. There was, for instance, a marked demand for washwomen, today, and the laundries are likely to notice a considerable falling off in the number of bundles they receive.



 The Central Record, Lancaster, Kentucky, p. 1

       “Big Ingin” Rothwell, proprietor of 
Dripping Springs, was in town this 
week and gave us a pressing invitation to go home with him and spend 
the winter. The springs are some miles from any settlement, and of 
course at this time of year deserted, but if printer’s material, coal, etc., 
continue to advance in price and collections do not pick up we will go there, or some other secluded spot, 
not only for the winter but for all
 time to come.


Size Them Up

      A great many colored people have
 been appealing for assistance during
 the extreme cold weather and have of course been supplied with necessities. It would be a mighty good idea to make inquiries as to whether these parties worked last summer before being so kind to them. In hot weather it was almost impossible to secure a cook, while a hand to work in gardens and at other labor was equally as scarce. As long as the people help
 such parties through the winter so long will they lounge about through the summer and refuse to work.


Big Otter

      Victor Stone showed us an otter
skin which measured four and one half 
feet in length. It was caught in the
”Garr hole” on Dix river last week.
Victor paid a stiff price for the skin 
and will doubtless make a good profit 
as they are quite valuable. In the 
jaws were found several broken fish
hooks which bore the private marks of
 Sam Duncan and which he promptly 
recognized as having lost on what he 
supposed were big fish at the Garr hole 
last summer.


Up Goes Paper

      The price of paper like this is printed on is still going up. It is now 
thirty-three and a third per cent
 higher than it was this time last year 
and indications point to a still further advance. At this price papers that 
are being sent out at a dollar a year 
are catching it in the neck right along,
 and many are forced to raise the price 
of subscription. We will not raise the price of THE RECORD, however, but
 there are a few names upon our list 
that will go into the hands of an officer soon in order to help us withstand the storm.




Marietta Daily Leader, Marietta, Ohio, p. 3.

Mr. Willard Newell in “The Master Mind.”

      It was indeed a very pleasant surprise to most of the audience at the
 Auditorium last night to see such a heavy play as "The Master Mind"
 staged in such style.

      Mr. Newell is without doubt one of the 
best character actors that has played in this city. In the part of Cyrus Blankum, the old inventor, Mr. Newell was at his best. At the climax of the second and third acts the audience 
was worked up to a high state of enthusiasm.

      Mr. Newell's support is unusually 
strong. Especial mention should be made of Miss Fairchild, who played 
the part of the wronged girl in a finished way. The stage settings are beautiful. Tonight the same company 
will present "The Operator."


Personal and Local

- Mr. R. A. Underwood went to 
Barlow yesterday afternoon to attend
 the K. of P. installation and banquet
 last evening.

- Charles Rouple, Sixth street, returned last evening from near Caldwell, where he has been visiting relatives the past week.

- W. S. Mitchell, of the Zanesvllle
Times Recorder, was a business visitor in the city yesterday.

- Mr. John Nachtigal left yesterday for Lancaster, Pa., to visit relatives.

- Any one having difficulty in securing a hired girl should consult Will
 S. Richardson, who has recently had
 a very laughable experience in that 

- Harry Meredith will leave today 
for Roanoke, Va., on a business trip.



The New York Tribune, N.Y., N.Y., p. 8


      The skaters are certainly having a royal time of 
it, for the skating as a whole has been better this
 winter than for several years. The lakes in Central
 Park were thronged with merrymakers all day yesterday, and they remained on the ice last night 
until the police were fairly compelled to drive them 
off. The lakes at Van Cortlandt Park were also
 crowded. The lovers of healthful outdoor exercise 
in Brooklyn were not behind their New-York
 cousins, and the lakes in Prospect Park presented 
a lively spectacle yesterday afternoon and evening. 
As soon as school was out in the afternoon the 
youngsters flocked to the lakes, and then it looked 
as if all Brooklyn had suddenly left home and 
taken up its place on the lakes. Children of tender
 age were scooting alongside of staid old men of
seventy, all enjoying themselves to their hearts'

      But while the spectacle was a lively one in the
 afternoon it was almost fairylike last night. The
 moonlight and the electric lights gave all the illumination needed, and the scurrying thousands on their 
steel runners helped to complete a pleasing picture.
The experts generally went to the larger lake, where
 they were not cramped for space, and where they 
could swing their skates in the air cutting all sorts 
of fancy capers and intricate figures without danger
 of interfering with any one else. There were no 
lights on the large lakes, but they were not needed, as the moon furnished enough.

      The weather indications are for a little snow today, but so long as the weather does not moderate 
too much the skaters are content to put up with a 
little snow, as that can be swept off in short order.



The Houston Daily Post, Houston, Texas, p. 9



A YOUNG colored woman wishing a good
 place as cook; prefers staying on the place;
good references. Please call at 916 Cleveland street.


SITUATION wanted to cook, or chambermaid. Address 1309 Caroline street.


SITUATION wanted by a good colored girl
 to cook or to do housework. Apply at once 
to 1406 Hutchison street.


WANTED A young lady would like position
 as companion or governess to small children 
in a nice family. Address Lock Box 142,
 Alvin Texas.


A YOUNG WOMAN wants position as housekeeper or a home: has child 8 years old. Address 8018 this office.


SITUATION wanted by a colored girl to cook 
or help cook for some good private family.
Call Immediately at 1317 Polk aveuue.


WANTED A position as cook in private family by colored woman; can give best of
references. Call or address 309 Jefferson 


WANTED By a widow with little girl of 6 
years a situation as housekeeper or cook 
in a nice private family. Address C. H. this 


WANTED Position as dressmaker in private 
family. Address 1318 Chapman street, Houston, Texas.




Mohave County Miner, Mineral Park, Arizona Territory, p. 1 


      "Complaints having been made to 
this body, as to the condition of affairs 
at the County Hospital, and the manner 
in which that institution has been 
and is conducted under the present
 administration of the same, a 
committee was appointed to visit said hospital
 and report the condition of affairs to 
the Grand Jury. Said committee made
 a thorough inspection of the premises
 and reported that the sanitary conditions
 are not what they should be, and
 recommend that the proper authorities 
be directed by the Grand Jury to 
take immediate action to have the present conditions rectified. Complaints having also been made as to the care 
of the indigent sick, at the County 
Hospital, and the manner of preparing 
for burial those who die in said hospital, upon the recommendation and
 advice of the District Attorney this body 
proceeded to call witnesses, who gave 
testimony showing conclusively that patients brought to said hospital were 
not properly cared for. In the case of
 one David Parks, who was taken to
 the County Hospital on or about July
19th, 1899, at about 7:30 p.m., suffering 
with pneumonia, witnesses testified
 to the fact that his clothing was 
in a damp condition, and was never
 removed from his person. That said 
Parks died the following day and was 
turned over for burial in that same 
clothing just as he was brought into 
the hospital.

      Testimony of witnesses also show 
that one Jerry Clark, an inmate of the 
County Hospital, who died on or about 
the 14th day of September, 1899, was 
turned over for burial with only a shirt
 on, which he had worn during the 
whole time he had been in the hospital,
about three months, and yet under the
 contract as signed by the board of
 supervisors, the county physician is 
allowed to draw from the county funds 
four cents per diam for each inmate, 
for laundry, whether any washing is
 done for said inmates or not.

      Testimony of witnesses also show that 
bodies turned over for burial are 
in a more or less filthy condition, and
 that said bodies are invariably buried
 in that condition, never with a shroud, 
and frequently without clothing.

      In further continuing our investigation, to place the responsibility for
 this condition of affairs, we find that 
the contracts with the county physician and the contractor for the burial
of the indigent dead, are lax and insufficient to compel the proper performance 
of their duties. That the
 contract with the county physician is
 drawn in such manner that he is permitted 
to draw from the county funds 
monies for services whether rendered 
or not. As an instance: In the case
 of said David Parks, who was taken to 
the hospital about sun-down, and died
 the next morning about 11 o'clock, the 
following bill was presented to the
board of supervisors, allowed and paid
 July 1st.

Boarding . . . . .      .50

Lodging . . . . . .      .20

Nursing . . . . . .      .15

Washing . . . . . .     .04


      Further investigation discloses the 
fact that at present there is only a
 verbal agreement existing between the 
board of supervisors and other parties,
 for the burial of the Indigent Dead,
 without bonds or any security to the 
county for the proper performance of 
the same.

      We recommend, that the board of
 supervisors investigate the matter as 
herein stated, and take immediate action to remedy the evil that now exists, 
and that upon the renewal of contracts
 at the expiration of the defective and 
inadequate ones now in force and effect,
said board of supervisors draw,
 or cause to be drawn, contracts in such 
manner as will compel contractors to 
fully and properly perform the services 
for which they receive compensation 
from the county funds.

      That they also make provision upon 
entering into new contracts for the
 cure of the indigent sick, for a bath
room in connection with the hospital, 
and proper facilities for bathing and 
keeping the inmates clean.

      That upon entering into new contracts
 for the burial of the Indigent 
Dead, specific provision be made for 
the washing, shrouding and proper 
preparation of the bodies for an
humane burial."

      Dr. A. E. Ealy being present, asked 
the board to be allowed to read a reply
 that he had formulated to the 
report of the last grand jury. Upon
 motion made and carried, he was allowed 
to read the same, and after so 
doing, it was filed with the clerk. Upon 
motion of supervisor Scanlan, seconded 
by supervisor Imus, the clerk was instructed to place same on the minutes
 of the board.

      To the Hon. Board of Supervisors, 

      As county physician, under contract 
and bond, with your Hon. body, I feel 
it is my duty to reply to the malicious 
unwarranted and misconceived attack 
upon me, by the hospital committee of 
the grand jury at the last term of court. 
We all know who made the report, we
know why it was made, but we don't 
quite understand why the majority of 
the members of the grand jury never 
saw, nor did they know what the report actually consisted of, until after it was 
printed in the newspapers.

     When the committee had to collect
 the two most notorious cases admitted 
to the hospital during the year, to base 
their complaint upon, it would seem
 most ridiculous and out of all reason
 and justice, besides their dastardly attempt 
to bring me into disfavor before 
the people of the county and your Hon. 
board, by actual misrepresentations.

      Clark was an insane pauper and
 should not have been placed in the 
county hospital. He was the most debased and degraded human being I
 have ever seen in the county. He was 
a moral and physical wreck, had a
 well formed cataract in left eye, had
 ossification of the arteries and was only 
able to walk about before he had his 
fall. After his fall he was helpless, had
 bed sores and one or more paralytic attacks. 
Had he lived he could only 
have been a burden to himself, and impossible 
to be cared for by anyone, so 
as to be made comfortable. I thanked 
God when they told me he was dead. 
Parks, the other patient who appeared 
to create so much reason for complaint,
 was well known to all of you. He had 
been sick to my certain knowledge for
 more than a year past. I shall leave 
his history up to the time of being 
placed in the county hospital to anyone 
who may care to hunt it up, howover,
 most of us know it.

      I want to state here, the committee 
or their informant ignorantly and maliciously misrepresented 
this matter as
 stated in their report. This man had 
been sick several days from a heavy 
cold before he was brought to town.
 The men said it rained on them coming
in, but they covered up the sick man 
with quilts and blankets, and that they 
did not get much wet. I went to the 
hospital within thirty minutes after 
they arrived and arranged their beds
 that they would be comfortable for the 
night. Parks was not wet as stated, 
from the rain, but he was bathed in a 
profuse perspiration, he had no pain, 
was conscious, but could not get his
 breath. It was his death sweat, he was 
dying when he came to the hospital. I 
told the other man, Parks was gone 
this time.

      Now one word about the 85 cents. If
 that committee is not ashamed of themselves, 
they surely ought to be, to make 
a roar on account of charging that poor 
old man 85 cents for being in the 
county hospital about fifteen hours. I 
had a perfect right by the terms and
conditions of my contract with the 
supervisors to have made a bill of  $1.04.

      It does look malicious and meddlesome 
for anyone to attempt or pretend
 to make a public report to the people, 
and in doing so, display their ignorance 
and plainly lie to gratify a personal 
animosity and not having a pure motive.

      I am under contract and bond with 
the supervisors of Mohave county; I 
am working for them. I expect to live 
up to that contract. I have done so 
before. If my accounts are not correct 
I have no knowledge of it. I try to 
have them perfectly correct; and I
 certainly have a clear conscience so far 
as that 85 cents is concerned. Other
 matters in the report referred to, are 
too indefinite and of no practical importance, 
therefore will not occupy
 your time further.

      Respectfully Submitted,

A. E. Ealy, M. D. 



 The Suburban Citizen, Washington, D.C., p. 1

Government Revenue.


Small Items Which Swell the Total of Receipts – Rent for Islands of Alaska.

Washington, (Special.) – In transacting a business of over half a billion dollars a year the Government finds many sources of revenue. The statement of the receipts and expenditures of the Government during the last fiscal year, submitted to Congress by Secretary Gage, shows the smallest item in the way of receipts was 20 cents from a Chinamen’s certificate. From illegal fees, presumably not refunded, the Government profited to the extent of $3, while the sweepings of gold from the Treasurer’s office, Washington, netted $1. From the exhaust steam in the Hooe Building, Washington, an income of $75 was derived, while the gas company at Salt Lake refunded to the Government $12 which had been deposited as security for the payment of the gas bill. Counterfeit gold coin which fell into the hands of the government netted $154.

      In Alaska enterprising fur merchants rented certain islands from the Goverment for the propagation of foxes, paying therefor $900. The tax on sealskins amounted to $1,116,911; penalties under the Chinese exclusion act aggregated $224; the Government gained $1697 by exchange and $4,230 from premium on exchange.

      Persons wanting discharges from the navy and Marine Corps paid $3,866 for them, and United States officials turned over $120 which had been offered to them in bribes. Altogether the Government had a fairly prosperous year, it’s gross revenues, exclusive of the postal service, amounting to $515,960,620.




 The Banner-Democrat, Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, Louisiana, p. 1





A Short Vocabulary for the Convenience 
and Edification of People Who Have 
Not Had the Advantage of Recent Philippine Travel.

      Now that the volunteers are 
returning from the Philippines there is
 trouble ahead for the dictionary 
makers. It is a peculiarity of American slang that it is at once so concise,
picturesque and graphic that most
 new words of this kind eventually 
force their way, despite dissent, into 
the lexicon. The volunteers will 
bring back with them so many brand
new expressions of this character that 
their vocabulary may prove all but incomprehensible. For the convenience of people who have not had the 
advantage of recent Philippine travel,
 and also for the future reference of
 our lexicographers, a short glossary, 
with comments may be valuable.

      One of the words most commonly 
used in this dialect is "hike.” Its
 derivation is doubtful, but its descriptive power great and swift. "To
 hike" means to travel with amazing 
speed. It is generally used to give
 some idea of how fast the Filipinos 
can run when defeated in battle. Incidentally, "kiking" is a term applied to the speed which American
 soldiers are obliged to develop when 
trying to catch the fleeing Filipino.
 So, in a more general way, "hiking" is applied to any swift and fatiguing 
travel, while a "hiker" is obviously a 
man of hustling and enduring powers.

      "Cold feet" is an expression often
 heard in Manila. Its plain Anglo
Saxon synonym is cowardice. Just
 how the two became identified may 
not at once be apparent, but he who
falters and fears in battle is apt to feel 
cold chills chasing down his spine. . . .

      “Coffee coolers" are those who manage to get detached from their regiments in the field and assigned to 
more or less easy and eminently safe berths in Manila. . . . Needless to say, "coffee coolers" are not esteemed by their comrades.

      A "googoo" is a Filipino who follows the cause of the revolution. While the derivation of this term is rather obscure, it is hinted that it must be sought in the annals of American political history. An "amigo," by contradiction, is a Filipino 
who protests his loyalty to the United 
States and his disinclination to fight.
 According to the soldiers . . . each
 is actually at heart a rebel against
 Uncle Sam. Hence, in the Amterican
 soldier's vocabulary, "amigo" has 
come to signify a false friend.

      "Rain-maker" is not a term of
 Philippine birth, but it is here that it
 has gained its vogue, and so is worthy
 of a place in this description. When 
the Third infantry went on its Leech
Lake Indian campaign, just previous 
to embarking for these islands, there 
were several doctors along with 
the regiment. While the pow-wows 
with the Indians were going on the
redskins manifested some interest in 
our army surgeons. The red healer 
could prepare "medicine” which was
 warranted to bring about a copious 
rainfall in time of drouth. Could our 
medicine men do as much? Of course 
it would never do to confess our doctors to be inferior to the untutored
 savage, and so the Third's officers unhesitatingly asserted that our surgeons, too, could make rain. That 
fastened the name of "rain-maker"
 to our army surgeon, and the term 
has gained great favor on Luzon island.
. . .  

      "Chow-chow" is a word which the
 Chinaman took to the Philippines 
with his pigeon English. It means
 "to eat," "eating" or "food." The 
soldier has emphatically adopted the 
word, though he has shortened it to 
a single "chow."

      "Rough house" signifies "trouble"
 or "fight." To say of one that he is making or having, or has made or had "a rough house" means that he got
 angry, with the general smashing of everything accessible. . . .

      With these laboriously compiled explanations, I trust that you will be 
able to converse with, and understand,
 your returned volunteer friend from 
the Philippines. – H. Irving Hancock, 
in the Criterion.



 Opportunity, J. L. Spalding. Published by A. C. McClurg & Co., Chicago, 1900






Bishop of Peoria. 


      We have sympathized with all oppressed peoples — with Ireland, Greece, Armenia, Cuba. To emancipate the slave we gladly sacrificed the lives 
of hundreds of thousands of our soldiers. And now the American soldier, who should never shoulder a gun except in a righteous cause, is sent ten thousand miles across the ocean to shoot
 men whose real crime is that they wish to be free, wish to govern themselves. To say that they are unfit for freedom is to put forth the plea of the tyrant in all ages and everywhere. The enemies of liberty have never lacked for pretexts to justify their wrongs; but, in truth, at the root of all wars of conquest there lies lust for blood or for gold. If the inhabitants of the Philippines came gladly to throw themselves into our arms, we should refuse to do more than counsel, guide, and protect them until they form themselves into a stable and independent government. What, then, is to 
be thought of those who seem resolved either to rule or exterminate them, believing probably that the only good Filipino is a dead Filipino?



 St. Paul Globe, St. Paul, MN, p. 17 


      Englishwomen whose soft, white hands 
are a delight, recommend the following 
almond and honey paste: Take one-quarter of a pound of bitter almonds, blanched and pounded, half a pound of honey, 
the yolks of four eggs, half a pound of 
almond oil and a quarter ounce of essence of violet or other flower. Rub the 
honey and eggs together, add the oil gradually, then the almonds and perfume.  

* * *

      Always put a few drops of ammonia
 and a few of benzoin in your bath. The 
ammonia is cleansing and the benzoin,
 as an astringent, prevents the skin from 
becoming flabby. Blackheads are impossible when it is used.

* * *

      Apples, apples, apples should be eaten 
by the beauty seeker. Drink hot water 
about an hour before each meal, too, unless you are too slim.

* * *

      The newest remedy for too solid flesh 
is to drink Kissingen and vichy, alternating each night. If frequent liquid food 
is needed, make a strong infusion of sassafras, an ounce of bark to a quart of 
water, boiled slowly for half an hour. 
Drink hot or cold, with or without sugar,
 as preferred.




Evening Star, Ocala, FL, p. 1

U.D.C. Fair

The United Daughters of the 
Confederacy, Florida division,
 composed of twelve chapters,
will hold a fair at Jacksonville 
to be opened Tuesday the 10th 
of this month.

      Donations of useful and fancy 
articles from our merchants or
 others will be thankfully acknowledged by Dickison Chapter; also 
contributions from our farmer 
friends of eggs, poultry, potatoes, cotton, sugar, syrup, or 
any kind of country produce. 
Cakes, jellies, pickles, or preserves will also be accepted for 
the refreshment booth.

      The proceeds of the fair are to 
be appropriated toward finishing 
the monument to President Jefferson Davis at Richmond Va., 
the United Confederate Veterans
 having turned over this patriotic 
duty to the Daughters of the 

      Contributions can be sent to the office of the Ocala Banner or 
to the residence of Captain W. L. Ditto.


Ocala, Fla.


Millions Given Away

It is certainly gratifying to the 
public to know of one concern in 
the land which is not afraid to be 
generous to the needy and suffering. The proprietors of Dr.
 Kings New Discovery for Consumption, Coughs and Colds 
have given away over ten million
 trial bottles of this great medicine and have the satisfaction of 
knowing it has absolutely cured 
thousands of hopeless case.
 Asthma, Bronchitis, Hoarseness, 
and all diseases of the Throat,
 Chest and Lungs are surely cured 
by it. Call on Garrett & Gerig, 
druggists, and get a free trial 
bottle. Regular size 50 cents and
 $1. Every bottle guaranteed or 
price refunded.


C. J. Jewells Wood Yard

C. J. Jewell has opened a wood 
yard at Hagood’s old stand, 
where wood is for sale in all
lengths, and delivered to all 
parts of the city. Biggest load 
for the money. Grist mill in connection. Fresh meal and ground
horse feed sold in any quantity at
 all times. Lowest prices. Give 
him a call.


Colored Restaurant

Meals at all hours; special low 
rates by the week. Only first 
class colored restaurant on the 




Lots in Juliette

We have a few choice lots in 
Juliette for sale. J. H. Livingston & Son agents.



 Alexandria Gazette, Alexandria, VA, p. 2

      Elopement. – Charles Loth, aged twenty-six, was recently sentenced to seven years in the penitentiary for the abduction of fifteen-year-old Olivia B. Newton. A new trial was granted, and at the hearing in Richmond on Saturday the girl testified in favor of Loth, evidently having made up. While the young woman’s parents were absorbed in the question of releasing Loth on bail Olivia stole out of the court room and Loth soon joined her. Their absence surprised the parents of the girl and the court. The couple took the train for Weldon and will, it is believed, return man and wife.


      George Hartzell, a railroad man, was assaulted last night in Chicago by two highwaymen who knocked him down and robbed him of $1,000. Hartzell, who is a powerful man, had no fear of anything but banks and was in the habit of exhibiting large sums and saying they were safer in his pocket than in any institution.


      Frank Wilson, a lawyer, was taken to a hospital in Washington early this morning suffering from morphine poisoning, having, he said, taken seventeen tablets. Wilson was visiting friends, when a woman produced the tablets and jokingly dared him to swallow one of them. “Why, I’ll take them all,” said Wilson. He did so. Almost immediately he became sick, and his condition caused alarm. At the hospital the patient was dosed with boiling hot coffee and soon relieved. “I only did it for a bluff,” he said.



 Alexandria Gazette, Alexandria, VA, p. 4


Forty-six Days’ Tour via Pennsylvania Railroad.

 The Pennsylvania Railroad personally-conducted tour to Mexico and California which leaves New York, Philadelphia and Washington on February 12 by special Pullman train, covers a large and intensely interesting portion of North America. Mexico, California and Colorado are a mighty trio in all that appeals to and fascinates the tourist. Stops will be made at San Antonio, Tampico, Guanajuata, Guadelajara, Queretaro, City of Mexico (five days), Cuernavacs, Aqua-calientes, Los Angeles, San Diego, Riverside, Pasadena, Santa Barbara, San Jose (Mt. Hamilton), Del Monte, San Francisco (five days), Salt Lake City, Colorado Springs, Denver, Chicago and other points of interest. Fourteen days will be spent in Mexico and nineteen in California. The “Mexico and California Special,” an exclusively Pullman train of parlor-smoking, dining, drawing room, sleeping and observation cars, will be used over the entire route. For itinerary and full information apply to Colin Studds, Passenger Agent Southeastern District, Washington.



January 9, 1900

Semi-Weekly Interior Journal, Stanford, Kentucky, p. 1


      M. F. Reddish, of Somerset, killed 28 quail in 30 shots.

      John G. Fee, founder of Berea College, is dead, aged 84.

      Z. Roberts, of Manchester, has leased the Garnett House at Richmond.

      J. H. Mullins, who killed the two Craft brothers in Laurel, was acquitted.

      Dr. Oren H. Witherspoon died at Lawrenceburg from injuries received in a fall.

      Louise Patterson Newell, aged 61, a well-to-do farmer of Pulaski, died suddenly last week.

      William Hysinger and George Mullins, of Rockcastle, killed 100 birds and 105 rabbits in a three days’ hunt.

      The Lebanon banks have compromised with the fiscal court for taxes for county purposes for 1899 by paying 60 per cent on their capital stock.

      The fiscal court of Pulaski agreed to compromise with Ex-Sheriff Watson for $2,500 and Ex-Sheriff Cooper for $8,000, says the P. H. Journal.

      G. E. Black, of Madison County, purchasing agent for Nelson, Morris, & Co., Chicago, married Miss Mary Crawford, daughter of Harry Crawford, a wealthy farmer of Clark County.

      Lieut. Robert Stevenson, of Somerset, formerly a member of the First Kentucky, who saw active service in Puerto Rico, has been appointed military instructor at Central University.

      In a general fight on Otter creek in Clay county, Saturday, Lige Lewis and General May were killed and four others participants wounded. Four of the men who took part in the fight are in the jail in Manchester.

      Andrew Warren, aged 82, father of that splendid democrat, Matthew Warren, of Somerset, died in the White Lily section of Pulaski. The P. H. Journal says he was one of the best citizens in the county.

      Frank S. Alexander, express messenger on the Queen & Crescent, had his right arm fractured and thrown out of joint in loading express between Danville and Burgin, and he was put off at Nicholasville to have his limb reset.

      Eugene Cassell, aged about 50 years, a farmer living in Jessamine, was shot and killed by a chicken thief. He went to the chicken house, and after he was killed, his wife and children were afraid to leave the house, and his body lay in the yard all night.

      Hon. Sam H. Kash, of Clay, is up against it again. The grand jury of Franklin indicted him for seducing Miss Katie Woods, the daughter of Hon. David Woods, of Clay county, who represented that district in the Legislature in 1898. The seduction is said to have taken place at Frankfort in January, 1898, at the home of Kash’s parents, who at that time conducted a legislative boarding house. Kash was a republican elector for the State at large in the last presidential campaign.



The Evening World, N.Y., N.Y., p. 1





Broadway Athletic Club Building Crowded with Spectators of the Great Featherweight Contest.


Both of the Little Fellows in the Finest Condition and Confident of Winning.


(Special to the Evening World)

      BROADWAY A. C. ARENA. Jan. 8 – For the lovers of boxing all roads in New York to-night seem to lead to that quaint old building once known as “Ye Olde London Streets.” It is a very sober-looking structure and once people delighted to wander through its oddly laid out interior and enjoy the queer sights spread before one’s eyes.

      But there has been a surprising change in “Ye Olde London Streets.” It’s quaint corners and curious oddities have been wiped off the map, so to speak, and in their place sits solidly the beloved ‘squared circles” of the admirers of pugilism. Boxes surround the ring and tiers of rough board seats soar upward until they touch the roof.

      The once dull quiet of “Ye Olde London Street” is now awakened every few weeks by the eager cries of hundreds who glory in the prize fight. Here the brutish strain in man comes to the surface easily and the natural ferocity is given full play. Such a scene was on the carpet tonight. Two feather-weights, one a dusky bundle of nerve and muscle that has withstood the attacks of half a hundred pugilists who have tried to wrest from him his laurels. The other, a Brooklyn youngster, hard and tough as a pine knot, one who has hewn his path through opposing forces as the woodsman blazes his path through the forest, one who has beaten down his opponents by sheer superiority of brawn and muscle. There two were to meet in the ring, and the whole town is as anxious to hear the result of the meeting as it would be to learn of the selection of a President. . . .

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Akron Daily Democrat, Akron, Ohio, p. 2


      “Mamma, what did you tell the conductor to let us off at Schiller street for? That’s a block farther than we wanted to go, and we’ll have to walk back.”

      “You didn’t think, child, that I would try to pronounce ‘Goethe’ before a car full of people, did you?” – Chicago Tribune


Papers Sometimes Necessary

      Mrs. De Fashion – Where’s the morning paper?

      Mr. De F. – What on earth do you want with the morning paper?

      Mrs. De Fashion – I want to see if the play we witnessed last night was good or bad. – New York Weekly


The Strain Too Severe

      “Rhyno tells me he has gone out of politics entirely.”

      “That’s true. Politically speaking, he was on the fence, and when the ward heelers began pulling a leg on each side it was more than he could stand.” – Chicago Tribune.


The Unpardonable Sin

      “Girls are getting awfully finicky.”

      “What’s the matter now?”

      “That girl refused me.”

      “Did she give you any reason?”

      “She says I made a pun while I was proposing to her.” – Detroit Free Press



Hopkinsville Kentuckian, Hopkinsville, Kentucky, p. 1



When a Clarksville Small-pox Patient Walked in.


      A strange negro came in on the L. & N. train Friday night and walked into the depot, broken out with smallpox. He said he came from Clarksville and was on his way to Princeton. There was a general exodus from the depot and the usual crowd of loafers suddenly became smaller than ever known before. The negro was  sent to the house near Lovier’s spring where Rev. Lewis Brown is under treatment and the authorities took charge of the case.

      Dr. Claude Banks has been appointed to treat the cases, both of which are doing well and kept under strict quarantine.



January 10, 1900

The Evening World, N.Y., N.Y. P. 8



Defeated George Dixon in Eight Rounds of Hard Fighting.




Dixon’s Seconds Threw Up the Sponge When Colored Lad Was Down.


      George Dixon is feather-weight champion no longer. He lost the title he had so long and successfully defended in the eighth round of what was to have been a twenty-five round bout at the Broadway Athletic Club last night. The marvellous fighting bundle of muscle and nerves from South Brooklyn, Terry McGovern, was his conqueror.

      Dixon was not knocked out. His seconds threw the sponge into the ring after the colored boy had been beaten down four times by terrific left-hand punches. Dixon glanced gratefully at the big white sponge that bounded into the centre of the ring, and ran laughing to his corner. He had been clinging to the ropes eying his master pitifully. His laugh was the last effort of a brave heart, assumed to show the vast crowd that, though beaten, he took his defeat lightly.

      On reaching his corner he turned, recrossed the ring and shook McGovern by the hand. McGovern bent forward and kissed the colored boy on the forehead. This action touched Dixon, for he turned away immediately and went back to his corner. There he leaned his head upon the ropes and sobbed like a child while his attendants took off his gloves.


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Marietta Daily Leader, Marietta, Ohio, p. 1



After Attempting to Kill His Wife He Fell Dead From Heart Failure


Columbia, S.C., Jan. 10 – Rev. A. McSwain Attaway, a Methodist minister, became suddenly insane, at Pickens, because of the death of his son. He first showed signs of insanity by cutting off the heads of the domestic animals with an ax. He then ran into the house, where his wife was lying ill, and began destroying the furniture. He sprang on his wife and seized her throat by his teeth. In her terror Mrs. Attaway called her daughter to take a carving knife and kill her father. The girl seized a knife, but could not make up her mind to kill him.

      “Cut his throat,” screamed the mother, “or he’ll kill us all.”

      The girl, finding that his teeth only held the clothing, cut the cloth away, and Attaway rolled on the floor dead, from heart failure.




 An Unknown Man Kills a Young Woman and Then Probably Fatally Shoots Himself


      Chicago, Jan. 10. – After taking every precaution to prevent the identity of himself and his victim from becoming known, a man supposed to be John Furnell shot and killed a young woman and then tried to commit suicide in a rooming house at 143 West Madison street. When the door of the room was opened the indications were that the woman had been dead about five hours. The man was yet alive and semi-conscious.

      At the county hospital he became unconscious and the identity of both remained a mystery. The doctors said they did not believe he would recover.

      The two persons, the police believe, were theatrical people, judging from their appearance, their baggage and many photographs and other articles found in the room. Despite the man’s efforts to conceal his identity the police believe his name is John Furnell, that he was an actor and formerly connected with the Coon Hollow company.

      The cause of the crime is as much a mystery as the identity of the two. There were no letters found in the room and nothing occurred during the stay of the couple at the rooming house to give the officials a clue as to the cause exept that the man acted strangely and may not have been in his right mind.



The Sumpter Miner, Sumpter, Oregon, p. 5


What a General Manager Says of Cold
 Blooded Railroad Builders.


Commenting on a newspaper article relative to the proposed Hilgard-Granite
 railroad, the general manager of a road, 
not named, is quoted by the East Oregonian as follows:

      "One thing must be always kept in 
mind by people who figure on railroad
 schemes, and that is, it must be shown up 
that tonnage independent of mines developed or prospective is obtainable in 
volume sufficient to warrant constructing
 the road.

      "Men who have money are frequently 
willing to risk small amounts with promise of big returns, but are seldom induced 
to put up cash by the millions without assurance that they will receive regular and 
fair remuneration for the investment.

      "Railroads are seldom, never, built on 
mining excitements. Roads sometimes
 are built into sections in which mining excitement has broken out, but it is always
 because from other sources tonnage is procurable to make it a paying proposition 
without any business from the mines. I
 am prepared to say that no company or
 association of capitalists would build into the Granite region upon the prospect of
 what business the mines would afford.
There must be livestock tonnage, lumber 
tonnage, and business enough to assure 
interest upon the Investment, apart from 
the alleged big tonnage the mines would

      "You will find that when you begin to 
talk build to monied men, they will talk 
cold-bloodedly back at you, and demand
 positive assurance that the enterprise will 
pay, and they will laugh at you when you
 say that you depend upon tonnage of ore
 from and merchandise into the mines."



January 11, 1900

The National Tribune, Washington, D.C., p. 3



What the Veterans Have to Say About Their Campaigns




Scared to Death Like Most of Them but Now 
Regards His Experience as Amusing

a reminiscent mood tonight and so grasping the supplement of your paper of Dec 
7 I read “A Boy Sentinel,” by Walter H. Parcels, Co. D, 50th N.Y. Engs. This
 reminds me of an experience of my own 
which I will relate, for I was a boy sentinel
 myself when it happened back in ’62.

      Hurlbut’s “Fighting Fourth” was on the 
Coldwater down near the scene of  Van
Dorn’s raid at the time he captured Grant’s
 supplies and caused his retrograde movement. This was at Holly Springs, Miss.
The little hamlet of Hudsonville was situated, l should now say, about flve miles
 from the stream I have called the Coldwater, 
and our division was encamped beween it
 and the stream.

      We were favored with the presence of a
 battalion of the 5th Ohio Cav. It was our
barometer always. If it was proceeding
 to the front we felt safe; if passing to rear 
we always thought “look out,” even if
 we didn’t always say so.

      In the town of Hudsonville aforesaid
 one dark, very dark, night was a videt 
post of the 5th. A half mile back of that 
was the infantry videt; a few hundred feet 
back of that the infantry reserve.

      It was possibly 2 o’clock in the morning 
when all at once pandemonium broke 
loose. The cavalry was attacked and 
came pell mell to the rear, firing their
 carbines and yelling like a lot of Comanche 
Indians. The infantry, consisting of a
 strong detachment of the 28th Ill., some of the 41st, and, I believe, a few of the 32nd or 33rd Iowa, were sleeping in the road and along 
the fences but were saved from the ruthless onslaught of the horses’ hoofs by the 
awful noise of the oncoming chargers 
and their frightened riders, who held in 
their pace just long enough to explain the 

      According to their story there were
 about 10,000 rebels then forming line of 
battle, with the center resting on Hudsonville, their left on Upper Coldwater
 and their right at that moment swinging
 around us near the woods to our right-rear.

      They took time to explain that they 
were poorly armed; never in fact had been 
armed for fighting; and as I remember now, though I may be mistaken as to this, they stated that Gov. Dennison had told them they were only for foraging, anyway. At all events, they passed to the rear and that 
is the last of the flfth till next time.

      I was then left with one other in the 
same position as before, on one side of 
the lane, with John Gleason, of my company, on the other, and the reserve, I suppose, sound asleep within flve minutes
 after the 5th had passed in. The hair 
on my head had begun to settle back in its 
usual pompadour roach, and old John
 Gleason had just come across the road and
 got a fresh chew and taken up his vigil
 when I heard him shout: “Halt! Who
 comes there?”

      Visions of Andersonville, Belle Isle and Hades all took possession of my boyish 
brain for the next 15 seconds more or less.
 But peering into the dim twilight, I could 
see objects advancing, and at the end of 
the space aforesaid, and in reply to a more 
peremptory demand from Gleason for information as to the identity of our menacing 
enemy, I heard a shrill piccolo voice of an 
old darky, and the crying of about three 
pickaninnies, but not a sound from the
 old woman or the pack mule. It was 
simply a case of mistaken identity on the 
part of our friends of the 5th Ohio Cav.

      I hope if this should reach the eye of
 any of that command they will not take
 offense. It is all Gospel truth, and they
 ought not to take offense at the truth. I
 was not scared so bad during the whole 
war, and I take this way of getting even.
 That’s all. – A BOY SENTINEL, Co. D, 
28th Ill, Denver, Colo.



Custer County Republican, Broken Bow, Nebraska, p. 4


      From present appearance the ice 
crop will be a failure.

      Weather moderate; snow thawed;
 roads bad; range bare; herders smiling.

      Miss Maggie Conroy commenced 
a three months term of school at
 Riverside Monday.

      J. D. Headley has tired of butchering; broke up house keeping and 
will work for I. D. Shuman during
 the summer.

      Miss Emma Scott, of Ansley, has 
been engaged to teach a three
 months term of school at No. 141. 

      What's the matter now? Hogs 
$3.85 per hundred and still advancing; beef seven and eight cents per 
pound by the quarter; butter twenty cents per pound and eggs twenty 
cents per dozen; pleasant for the
 seller but a bit rough on the eater.

      I have been requested to announce a woman's suffrage meeting 
at Custer on Saturday, Jan. 13th,
 at 2 p.m. Prominent speakers
 will be present and a woman's club 
will be formed. Trust they will 
take into consideration the condition of their dcwn trodden worser 



 From the Scranton Tribune, Scranton, Pennsylvania, Jan. 11, 1900, p. 1.



Curious Despatch Displayed at the London 
War Office.




Severe Criticsm of Cabinet and War Office – Ministers Referred to as a Patriarchal Body – Sensational Scenes Expected When Parliament Reassembles – Nothing but Victory
 in South Africa Can Save the Conservative Party – Firing at 

      London, Jan. 11. – The war office announces that the list of British casualties at Ladysmith last Saturday 
has not yet been received. The following despatch dated at Frere camp,
 Jan. 10, noon, has been received from General Buller: 

      "A Transvaal telegram gives the enemy's loss at Ladysmith on Saturday as four killed and fifteen wounded,
 and this after it is admitted they had endured a withering fire from six
masked batteries and been defeated at all points.

      “Natives here assert that the Boer loss in one commando alone was 150 killed and wagon loads of wounded. 
The heaviest loss is said to have been among the Free Staters, who were forced bv the Transvaalers into the most dangerous places."

      This curious despatch is all the war
 office has issued tonight. It makes not 
the slightest mention of the position or doings of the British forces. It may be interpreted to mean that Ladysmith is safe, but it is more likely intended to prepare the British public 
for a terrible list of casualties.

Boer Enthusiasm.

      London, Jan. 11. – The Cape Town
 correspondent of the Daily Mail, telegraphing Monday, says:

      "The Boer successes have been followed by a tremendous outburst of 
enthusiasm and Boer sympathy in the western part of the colony. Reports from Paarl say the whole district is 
made hideous at night by bands of young men parading in the villages 
and singing the Transvaal volkslied, 
while the children are everywhere practicing the national songs of the
republic . . . . 



January 12, 1900

The Florida Star, Titusville, Florida, p. 1

Homicide at Osteen

      Osteen, a little place on the Sanford division of the F.E.C. railway, just east of Enterprise, was the scene of a desperate homicide Monday. The principals were L.P. Sprengler and Geo. R. Futrell, who got into a quarrel about a dog and hunting, when Sprengler opened fire upon Futrell with a revolver firing five shots at pretty close range, the first shot wounding Futrell in the arm, very near the shoulder. The third shot hit him in the breast, ranging upward toward the left shoulder, but Futrell managed to get hold of his gun, which was close at hand, and fired only once, the entire load striking Sprengler in the face, causing death in less than half an hour afterward. Futrell, though dangerously wounded, will recover.



N.Y. Tribune, N.Y., N.Y., p. 1






      Albany, Jan. 11.— The Mazet Committee suffered a final misfortune to-day, when its chief
 members had to withdraw for repairs a report 
they had prepared for publication. Now the report will not be made public before Monday next.

      Assemblyman Fallows brought the majority
 report here from New-York yesterday, and there 
was a courteous submission of that report to 
the Democratic members of the committee. Mr.
 Hoffman in turn submitted his minority report
 to Mr. Fallows. There was thus a comparison 
of the two reports.

      The comparison was not satisfactory to leading organization Republicans. It was found, it
 was said, that the firm of Tracy, Boardman &
Platt had been assailed in a bitter way in the
Democratic minority report, and that even a
 Senator, Platt, was called to account for not appearing in the witness box. The Democratic 
report is said to have been written by Senator 
Grady, who has a particularly fetching, vituperative style.

      The Republican members of the Mazet Committee were naturally displeased with the inferior nature of their report as a partisan document. A worse misfortune followed. Assemblyman Costello, who is a Republican who has a
 determination to keep his personal record in the 
Legislature such as his constituents up in Oswego County can look upon with pride, refused 
to sign the report. He declared thai it contained 
assertions which were not backed up by any 
evidence. Moreover, it attacked men's personal
 character. This he did not approve of, and he 
also could not give his consent to the use of 
evidence regarding a man's business affairs. 
Mr. Costello Is known to have thought the inquiries of Mr. Moss addressed to Richard Croker 
in relation to his business affairs should not 
have been addressed to Mr. Croker, and that the 
Democrats were logical when they prepared
questions addressed to Senator Platt on the 
same topics, questions which he did not appear
 before the committee to answer.

      The majority part of the Mazet Committee 
was therefore taken back to New-York to be
toned down. It will read tamely after the trimming it will receive. Nothing will be said except what can be backed up by evidence. It is 
hoped that the Democrats will be merciful under
the circumstances and also tone down their 
remarks in their report about Senator Platt.
Possibly a deal can be fixed up before Saturday,
 when the Mazet Committee will meet In New-York, by which by mutual agreement the names 
both of Senator Platt and Richard Croker will
 vanish from the report.



St. Paul Globe, St. Paul, Minnesota, p. 1



Panic Caused by Explosion Intended for a Joke.

      CAMBRIDGE, Mass., Jan. 11.-The explosion of a bomb in a closet in Sander's 
theater, at Harvard, tonight, while 500
or 600 people were listening to a Beethoven's pastoral by the Boston Symphony orchestra, not only put a sudden 
stop to the concert, but for a few minutes, by reason of the panic that ensued, threatened the lives of many in a 
rush for the doors. Fortunately the 
turmoil was calmed and the audience left

      The college authorities believe the whole 
affair was intended as a joke on the history class, and that it exploded twelve 
hours ahead of time.

      The janitor offers a very tangible theory 
as to the intention of the authors of the 
"infernal machine." He stated that during the afternoon he found a satchel beneath one of the seats, and, thinking it
 belonged to one of the students, he put 
it in the closet. The history class, for
whom the bomb was probably meant,
 will meet in the theater tomorrow morning.



January 13, 1900

The Colored American, Washington, D.C., p. 5


      If you want to be acquainted with human nature, edit a Negro newspaper awhile. You know nothing of the ups and downs of life until you have served in this capacity. You may have swapped horses, conducted a bank, sold goods, practiced medicine or law, sawed wood, put up stove pipe, and hunted potato bugs, but you need a few months experience as a Negro editor to complete your knowledge of the eccentricities of life. – St. Joseph Radical         

      We get the cake walk from the French.

      It is said that Gen. Antonio Maceo, the great Cuban warrior, was worth about $40,000.

      Rev. D. Webster Davis, of Richmond, Va., a dialect poet of no mean ability, has been giving a series of readings in Cleveland, Ohio.

      The Daily Recorder, a bright and well gotten up sheet published at Newport News by hustling Matt N. Lewis, has entered its third year.

      Grand Worthy Master W. L. Taylor, of the True Reformers, was tendered a magnificent reception, Tuesday evening, the 9th, by the citizens of Richmond, Va.

      Hundreds of white men with trades, have for years been wai___. [waiters? Illegible – ED.] But now that the mills and foundaries are opening they are going back to their former vocations. This will leave vacancies for colored men to fill. It’s an ill wind that blows nobody good.

      The latest business venture of Mobile, Ala., Negroes is a drug store owned and operated exclusively by colored people. Dr. Harris, of Montgomery, Ala., and Dr. Aldridge will conduct the enterprise, which is to be called the People’s Drug Store.

      The most awkward man in the world without doubt lives in Tennessee. He recently shot a dog, and in explaining the accident to the dog’s owner, shot him. Later, in showing how the tragedy occurred, he shot the coroner. He has been liberated now for fear he will try to explain it to somebody else.



The Suburban Citizen, Washington, D.C., p. 2





Survival in Milwaukee of a Custom Once Common in New York and Still in Vogue in Holland – His Business is to Announce Deaths.

      “Yes, mine is a queer business. Death to you means a loss; to me it is not only a profit but a livelihood. Death and I are friends. On him depends my living. Were there no deaths, I, as aanspreker of the Dutch families of Milwaukee, would not be in demand. As it is, I am his messenger.”

      So spoke Adrian Dimnent to a New York Sun man in Milwaukee, Wis. He continued:

      “Yes, the life of an aanspreker is indeed a strange one, and yet in Holland it does not attract much attention. But here in America little of us is known. In the early Dutch colonial days in the East there were many of us. At present I know of no other person in this country who makes his living as I do. I am perhaps the only survivor in the United States of an ancient custom which is still in vogue in the rural districts in Holland; but the progress of the time has gradually crowded us out of the business in this country. As for myself, I cannot expect to follow my strange vocation much longer. I am eighty-two years of age and life at that stage is uncertain. I sometimes wonder whether with me will die the custom of the Dutch aanspreker of Milwaukee.”

     Mr. Dimnent’s business is to go from house to house and announce the death of any member of the Holland colony who may die here. In the rural districts of Holland every village and town has its aanspreker or announcer. The relatives of the deceased engage the aanspreker and he calls on a list of the friends and acquaintances that the bereaved family may wish to inform of the death. These announcements take the place of the customary newspaper death notice. Usually where daily newspapers are printed there is little need for the aanspreker.

      When years ago the Dutch settled in Milwaukee the need of an aanspreker became apparent. Althought there are several thousand Dutch families in the city, there is no newspaper published in their language. Consequently they have for years relied on the aanspreker, Mr. Dimnent, to keep them informed on the deaths of members of the colony.

      “You see,” explained Mr. Dimnent, “there is no way in which our people would know of the death of a Hollander were it not for the aanspreker. When an American or a German dies, the usual death notice in the newspapers is all that is necessary. But we have no Dutch papers here. It is true that many of the 2,500 families of Dutch descent in this city do take some of our city papers. Many read German and the younger generation reads English. But take the old Dutch settler, he who came direct from the rural districts of Holland to this country, he cannot read any other than his native language and not always that. He has spent his days on the farm and is now ending his last years in quiet retirement. Outside of meeting his people at the Dutch church on Sunday he knows little of what his fellow countrymen are doing. When a death occurs late in the week we can always reach him with an announcement of the funeral from the pulpit on Sundays. But where a Dutch resident dies early in the week and the funeral occurs on or just before Sunday, we cannot reach him by this means. The aanspreker is then called in.

      “I have followed this business for many years and I suppose I must have broken the news of the death of their friends to thousands of people. No, it is not always an easy task. One must understand the business like anything else. It is much easier to inform a chance acquaintance than a dear friend of relative. The aanspreker must use tact and judgment. He must adapt himself to circumstances.”

      When it is taken into consideration that in his rounds he calls on two or three hundred families and that when he makes the announcement of the death he is plied with a hundred and one questions, it well be seen that he has no time for gossip. Neither has he time to stop to console friends or the listen to reminiscences of the departed. Usually before he starts out on his trips he obtains all the information he can from the relatives as to the illness of the dead person. He ascertains the funeral arrangements, and then studies to put his facts into as few words as possible. When he starts on his trips, he figures as closely as he can to save time on the arrangement of the order in which he takes the families. He does not ring the bells nor rap at the door. That would be time wasted. He must work quickly, and therefore walks right into the house of the family he is to notify. He announces briefly the circumstances of the death and the details of the funeral. Then he leaves. It is not necessary for him to preface his remarks with an introduction of himself. Every Dutch resident in Milwaukee knows him. He does not have to say whether he is on official business or just paying a visit. Everybody knows that when Adrian Dimnent, attired in his black suit of mourning, calls, he brings bad news and that somebody has passed over the meridian of life.

      Although eighty-two, Mr Dimnent is a man of remarkable activity. His trips take him miles about the city, but he goes over his routes with a vigor that surprises many of the younger men of his people. Winter and summer, rain or shine, he makes the trips whenever he is called upon. His journeys last from early morning until often very late at night. Where meal times overtake him he dines. The old man finds a meal awaiting him whenever he choses to eat. But even his meal hours are often curtailed when the time for his getting his notices about is short.



365 DESSERTS -  A dessert for every day of the year

Selected from Marion Harland, Mrs. Lincoln, Good Housekeeping, Table Talk and others. George W. Jacobs & Co., Philadelpia, 1900.

13.— Polish Tarlets.

      Have ready some little patty pans greased,
 also an egg beaten, 3/4 of a cupful of milk. Sweeten and stir well, then take 1/4 of a pound of lard and 1/4 of a pound of flour.
 Mix flour with a pinch of salt and moisten 
with a very little water. Roll out thin. Take 1/4 of the lard and spread, sprinkle
 slightly with flour; roll up and out again 4 times, using lard and flour each time. Line
 the patty tins and pour in a little milk and egg mixture. Bake very quickly; when taken
 from the oven, with a brush, glace with 1/2 of the white of an egg and place tiny pieces of jelly in each. Be very speedy in making these.



January 14, 1900

The Wichita Daily Eagle, Wichita, Kansas, p. 16

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     An English officer in South Africa has given the world his idea of how the war of the future will be carried on, and in a rather humorous sketch shows some traction mounted infantry in action against a band of Transvaal burghers. While this officer’s drawing, which is herewith reproduced, is more or less of a satire on the mechanical features of modern warfare, it is true that the British have at present in operation in South Africa a great number of traction engines. These engines are used merely for the hauling of the supply wagons, however, and not for charging gallantly over Boer trenches.



Tombstone Epitaph, Tombstone, Arizona, p. 1



The Age of Advancement – What is Needed


      In these fin de siecle days the minus sign has become the token of addition. Almost every added triumph of ingenuity, says the Salt Lake Herald, is denoted by the “less.”

      Thus wire-less telegraphy has been put upon the list. And we have horse-less carriages, chainless bicycles, seed-less oranges, smoke-less gunpowder, blood-less battles and gun-less warriors – all of comparitively recent acquirement.

      Tooth-less babies, like money-less men and button-less bachelors, we have had with us always.

      Whenever we are able to make a meal on food-less dinners, sleep comfortably on feather-less beds, drink germ-less water and get work-less jobs, that will be the final triumph of less-ness. The millenium will be here.




Expiation at Holbrook of the Murder of McSweeney


      A Holbrook dispatch says: “At 2 o’clock yesterday, in the precence of fifteen invited spectators and accompanied by Sheriff Wattron, Deputy Bargman and Father Dilly, Smiley, the convicted murderer, ascended unassisted the scaffold upon which he was to expiate the crime of murder committed by him in the town of Winslow, Ariz., several months ago, when he deliberately walked up to and shot down in a cold blooded manner one John McSweeney, a railroad section foreman, in whose employ Smiley had been.

      The killing was aggravated by the circumstance that McSweeney’s wife was blind, helpless and penniless and had seven small children.

      Before the trap was sprung the sheriff asked the condemned man if he had anything to say. He replied: “Nothing, except I thank the sheriff and deputies for many kindnesses, and I die a Christian.” At 2:15 the trap was sprung. The body dropped six feet, breaking the neck. Eighteen minutes later the body was pronounced dead by the two attending physicians, after which it was cut down and placed in a coffin and interred with the usual burial service in the town graveyard.




From The American Missionary, Volume 0054, Jan. 1900, p. 7-8

Pioneers in Porto Rico

 . . . . Where have these missionaries gone? They landed first at San Juan, on the northeastern portion of the island. They established a school at Santurce, which is a few miles distant from San Juan. From this field Miss Blowers writes as follows:

      “The schoolhouse opens on the street (the military road), where there is a constant stream of passers by. There is not an hour in the day that there are not spectators peering in at doors and windows with idle curiosity or eager interest. Sometimes there are not more than three or four, but often as many as eighteen or twenty. Let me tell you of the various persons who composed this outside audience, as I watched them one morning. A native policeman, a business man waiting for his car, three beggars, boys with large trays of bread, fruit and sweetmeats on their heads, a washerwoman with a huge basket of clothes poised securely on her head, the driver of an ox-cart, who stopped his team while we sang America, three women going to market, a party of daintily dressed, sweet-faced senoritas with their chaperone, a dirty, wild-looking old hag who almost frightened me, a young mother carrying a naked baby in her arms, and boys – well, it was no use to count them. What do you think? Are we not being well advertised?” . . . .



The St. Louis Republic, St. Louis, Missouri, p. 6




F. G. Bonfils and H. H. Tammen of the Denver Post Injured, the Former Critically




Says He Was Attacked and Used His Revolver in Self-Defense – Difficulty Occurred Over the Packer Case.


      Denver, Colo. Jan. 13 – Frederick G. Benfils and H. H. Tammen, proprietors of the Evening Post, were both shot in their office at noon to-day by W. W. Anderson, a prominent local attorney. It is not believed that either was mortally injured. Both were able to walk to carriages that carried them home. After the shooting Anderson walked out of the office unmolested, but was later arrested. The exact cause of the shooting is not known. Anderson went to the editorial rooms of the Post and entered the office of Bonfils and Tammen. Polly Pry, a well-known newspaper woman, was also in the room. It is understood that Anderson objected to something that had appeared in the Post, and demanded retraction, and that Bonfils and Tammen both attempted to put him out of the office. Then he commenced to shoot.

      As he was leaving the post office, the lawyer said that Bonfils and Tammen both attacked him, and that he used his revolver in self-defense.

      Tammen and Bonfils say that Anderson walked into their office and commenced shooting without more ado.

      “Anderson came in and commenced shooting at once,” said Tammen. “He shot Bonfils and then came after me. He followed me up and hemmed me in one of the corners. Polly Pry jumped in front of me and tried to shield me. She saved me from being killed, although she could not protect me from being shot.”

      Anderson fired five shots. Two of them are said to have wounded Bonfils, one in the side and the other in the arm. Tammen was shot in the shoulder, the bullet going into his breast. The physicians, from their hasty examinations, declared the wounds were not dangerous, although a closer examination might show them to be otherwise.

      Attorney Anderson, whose condition shows that he had been roughly handled, refused to talk when seen at the police station. It is learned that the proprietors of the Post and Anderson quarreled over the Packer case. Anderson had been employed as an attorney on behalf of Packer, known as the Cannibal, who is serving a term in prison and for whom the Post has been endeavoring to obtain a pardon. . . .



January 15, 1900

The San Francisco Call, San Francisco, California, p. 1


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     THE Police Commissioners 
have now their plain duty 
before them. They have 
the power to saddle a criminal police administration upon San 
Francisco or they can justify the
hope of the city and endow it
 with honest police officials, guided by a clean, upright policy and
 governed by healthy public influences. The power is in the hands 
of the Commissioners and they 
should show that no campaign 
pledge of an ambitious office
seeker can force them into the
 mire of public disgrace. They are 
something more than playthings
 of a Mayor who does not know 
the meaning of a pledge unless 
he reads in it some personal property or gain.

      Perhaps an injustice has inadvertently been done to Mayor 
Phelan. It has been said, and he 
has denied the assertion, that he 
pledged the Police Commissioners before their appointment to 
vote for F. L. Esola for Chief of
 Police. Mayor Phelan did not 
force this pledge from them, because he had no power to do so.
 He did not choose the Commissioners, because he did not dare 
to do so. He had sold the Police Department for certain 
newspaper support and he was 
compelled to accept the consequences of his corrupt bargain.

      Knowing to what tremendous 
evil purposes the Police Department may be put, he silenced his 
scruples in the cries of his ambition and bartered away the best
 interests of the city. While posing as an officer of independent 
action, free to choose whom he 
pleased for public office and
 guided only by his judgment of 
what was best for San Francisco, 
he waited until he received the 
names of the men who are now 
Police Commissioners. To the
general public, believing in his integrity of purpose and freedom of 
action, he was a high-minded, 
public-spirited executive; to the
 scheming blacklegs who had 
bought the Police Department of
 this city as the price of their influence he was a fellow of their 
own kind, ready to make a bargain and smear his hands in the 
noisome pool of politics.

      To the waiting public the
 Mayor was saying that only the 
best men would be chosen. To
the blackmailers who had purchased the Police Department as 
an instrument for the better manipulation of their plans he was 
pleading for the names he had 
promised to announce as those of 
his own choosing. He was 
helpless in the coil of his
 own making. He pleaded the
 privilege of appointing R. H.
Lloyd as a member of the commission. His pleadings were met
 with sneers. "We want Dr. McNutt” he was told, "and we will 
have him. We know what he 
will do and we do not know what 
Lloyd may do."

      And the Mayor's pleading
 ceased. He had given the Police
 Department and all its vast powers to the men who had chosen 
Frederick L. Esola, alias Frederick Harrington, for Chief of 
Police. And now Mayor Phelan squirms at the consequences of his corrupt bargain, but squirm as he may, he must give his pound of flesh. . . .



 Omaha Daily Bee, Omaha, Nebraska, p. 2

Nebraska News Notes

      Albion is to have a new opera house.

      Howard county has paid off $20,000 of its bonded debt.

      Bartley people are raising money to build a town hall.

      The Woodmen of the World have organized a lodge at Ainsworth.

      Winside has tired of the operation of the thieves and put on a night watch.

      Bloomfield thinks it cannot get along another year without waterworks.

      Stanton county gets 3 per cent from the banks for county money on deposit.

      The $25,000 worth of North Platte school bonds were sold for a premium of $301.

      The north Nebraska teachers’ meeting will convene in Wayne, March 28, 29 and 30.

      The Geneva Signal last week put out an illustrated edition which would be a credit to any office.

      The weather is so warm up in Brown county that the snakes have not gone into winter quarters.

      A Fairbury man has retained a lawyer to secure an injunction to restrain the neighbors from kissing his wife.

      J. I. Thorby has disposed of the Hooper Sentinel to E. W. Renkin, who was editor and proprietor of the paper up to three years ago.

      South Souix City people resent the statement of the Sioux City police that the people of the Nebraska town willingly harbor and protect the toughs from Iowa.

      The general merchandise store of Frank Herse at Wisner was robbed Tuesday night of several hundred dollars’ worth of goods. The thieves also smashed the cash register.

      According to the Lyons Mirror there are 1,127 Winnebago Indians and 1,157 Omaha Indians in Thurston county. The Winnebagoes own 110,000 acres of land and the Omaha has 140,000 acres.

      A Papillion woman fell into the mill dam and when she was rescued a seven-pound catfish was found entangled in her wire bustle. Her husband wanted to set her again, but she would not consent.



January 16, 1900

Aurora Daily Express, Aurora, Illinois, p. 4

Averting Trouble

      Maid (breathlessly) – Oh, miss, both the gents you is engaged to has called, and they’re in the parlor, and somehow or other they’ve found it out, and, oh, miss, I’m ‘fraid there’ll be trouble.

      Miss Flirtie – Horrors! Oh, dear! What shall I do?

      Maid (after reflection) – I’ll fix it. I’ll run and tell ‘em you’re crying y’r eyes out ‘cause y’r father has lost all his money. – New York Weekly.



The Bourbon News, Paris, Bourbon County, KY, p. 1



News and Comment of Stage Matters and Other Gossip.


Mrs. Langtry has arrived in New York to present her latest play “The Degenerates.”

                                                            * * *

      Julia Arthur and her magnificent production of “More Than Queen” will be seen at the Lexington opera house for two nights, Jan. 18 and 19th. Miss Arthur’s Napoleonic spectacle has been a most pronounced success and her Josephine has left even a stronger impresssion on the mind of the average theater-goer than her “Lady of Quality,” which won fame and favor for this popular actress. The character of Josephine takes her through the vicissitudes of the widowed Vicomtesse de Beauharnais, through the frivolities of the Citizeness First Consul; through the rising splendor of the Empress, through the stormy period of her valiant struggles against the Imperial policy of her husband which demands her downfall to enable Napoleon to form a matrimonial alliance with one of the reigning dynasties of Europe, and, finally, through her pathetic self-sacrifice for the man she loves. Miss Arthur’s magnificent work has received generous marks of popular approval. The gorgeous scenic settings and the costumes, which have become the talk of all the cities she has appeared in, have proved a very strong attraction for the ladies.

                                                            * * *

      Julia Morrison James, the actress who killed Robert Leiden, of the “Mr. Plaster of Paris” Co., for persecuting and insulting her, was acquitted Wednesday at her trial in Chattanooga.

                                                            * * *

      Sol Smith Russell’s great play “A Poor Relation” will be presented at the Grand on the 30th, with Mr. Frank J. Keenan, a clever young actor, in the leading part, supported by the same company which was with Mr. Russell up to his retirement on account of illness several weeks ago. “A Poor Relation” will be given in the same elaborate scale in every detail that has always characterized Mr. Russell’s performances.

                                                            * * *

      Joe Jefferson has retreated to his Louisiana home, and his son, Thomas, is playing “Rip Van Winkle” on a Western trip. Sol Smith Russell, who had to quit the stage  several weeks ago on account of nervous prostration, has gone to Old Point Comfort. He hopes to be able to act next season, and will study a part in a new play.

                                                            * * *

      Manager Borland has just made arrangements with the Andrews Opera Co., whereby he can secure them for two nights and matinee, beginning Friday, January 26th, if he can sell enough season tickets. There will be sold in advance only, at three dollars for four admissions, which is a saving of twenty-five per cent., as single seats are one dollar each. An advance subscription sale has opened at Borland’s and all those desiring to take advantage  of this offer will please call at once and enroll their names.

      The company is a large and expensive one, complete in every detail, even to its own orchestra. Reports from where the company is now playing show immense satisfaction and packed houses.

                                                            * * *

      An audience of moderate size witnessed the performance of “A Woman In The Case” Saturday night at the Grand, and gave generous applause to the work of J. W. Letton, the Irish comedian, and Miss Celeste Seymour, the violinist. The company was a large one and should have given a better performance, but the show was doubtless weakened by th eomission of specialties by Bartlett and May. Bartlett was a sick man and was attended by a doctor between acts.

                                                            * * *

      The Murray Comedy Company began a three nights engagement at the Grand last night, presenting “The Senator’s Daughter,” to a good house. The company numbers about twenty-eight people, headed by Miss Lillian May Crawford and Harry Stanley, and includes several specialty artists, a brass band and orchestra. The bill for to-night wil be “The Engineer,” and “Uncle John in Town” will be played at the matinee to-morrow. “Triss” may be produced Wednesday night.


      Rev. G. L. Morrill, a Baptist minister, Councilman Mel Millett, a Catholic liquor dealer, and Louis D. Baer, a Hebrew liquor dealer, all of Owensboro, will be fellow travelers on a trip to the Holy Land. They will start February 1st. The odd religious and secular combination is evoking good-natured raillery from their friends.



January 17, 1900

 Courier-Register, Ann Arbor, Michigan, p. 1



Interesting Report of the Meeting Held at W. E. Boyden’s, Saturday, Jan. 13.


      The Webster Farmers’ Club met at W. E. Boydens on Saturday, Jan. 13, 1900. The day was fair and many members were present. Messrs. Ball and Starks were absent; but Mr. Nordman was on hand for his practical talk, and R. C. Reeve for his dash of eloquence. At noon all enjoyed a good dinner, and afterwards some of the guests viewed the live-stock.

      At the appointed hour the Club came together, and resolutions were read on the death of Mrs. Stearns Wheeler:

      Whereas An all wise Father has called home our friend and neighbor Mrs. Stearns Wheeler, our Society has lost a faithful member, a home a loving wife and mother, be it

      Resolved That in addition to our sorrow as members of the Webster Farmers’ Club in the loss of our Sister, that we hereby express our recognition of her beautiful life and upright character, and believe the world is better for her having lived in it.

      Resolved That we tender her family our sincere sympathy. Their loss is our loss, their grief the grief of the entire Club.

      Resolved That a copy of these resolutions be placed on file, and a copy be sent to the Dexter Leader for publication.

                                                MRS. WILLIAM BALL.

                                                MRS. WILLIAM H. SCADIN.

                                                MRS. WILLIAM C. LATSON.


      The resolutions were adopted by a rising vote.

      Mrs. Erwin Ball next gave a reading entitled “Josiah Allen’s wife on Polygamy,” which called forth a good deal of mirth. Florence and Edna Ball then sang a song, “Disobedient Chickens.” Miss Eliza Smith recited from Josiah Allen with telling expression.

      The main part of the program was a report of the delegate, Miss Julia Ball, of Hamburg, whom the club sent to the state association of clubs held a Lansing Dec. 12 and 13, 1899.

      [Our correspondent follows with an extended but very interesting review of the report offered by Miss Ball. We regret that our space will not permit use to print it in full. However the substance of the report has already appeared in this paper in another form. – ED.]

      The report called forth some discussion. The report however was unanimously adopted.

      The next meeting of the club will be at Frank Wheeler’s on the second Saturday of February. The program is a paper by Lewis Chamberlain, reading by Anna Latson, recitation by R. T. McColl, and a discussion of the Primary School Fund.

      Adjournment followed.



The Chenango Semi-Weekly Telegraph, Chenango County, New York, p. 1



News Gleaned From Our Exchanges – Chenango County and Near-by News of Interest to our Readers

      John Mcguire has sold his harness shop in New Berlin to Lee Brazie.

      William Denning fell from a car at New Berlin, the other day, and dislocated a shoulder.

      John Davis’ house, near DeRuyter, was burned Saturday night, owing to a defective pipe.

      Robert Thomas of New Berlin, is recovering from a successful operation for appendicitis.

      Frank Perhans, an O. & W. bridge carpenter, was killed at Middletown, Tuesday. He lived at Candor.

      William A. Davis has resigned as book-keeper of the New Berlin National bank and will take an extended southern trip.

      Franklin Blanding of North Brookfield upset his lantern in his barn Sunday evening and in a short time was short one barn.

      The body of Roy Brown of Hamilton, who was drowned while skating on Woodman’s pond last week, has been found in 60 feet of water.

      The Rev. W. H. Brown, a graduate of Colgate Theological seminary, has received and accepted a call from the Baptist church at Morrisville.

      A rascal who claimed to represent the Youth’s Companion, swindled many Homer people but was finally arrested in the western part of the state.

      About the same amount of cheese was sold on the Utica market this year as last, with a general average of 9 1/2  c, against 7.42 cents last year.

      Weather Prophet DeVoe of Hackensack, after a lot of serious thinking, announces that next May this section will experience the biggest snow storm in twenty years.

      Town Clerk Robinson of Oxford, reports that in 1899 there were 87 births, 51 deaths and 18 marriages in that town. Oxford isn’t becoming depopulated very fast.

      James E. Carrington has purchased the Garrison Cary place, near DeRuyter, of D. H. Lewis, for $1,000. It comprises between 90 an d 100 acres. Land is too cheap.

      A Monroe county man recently turned a team of horses into pasture that was not frozen, and last week when he went for them, they were found to be mired to their bodies and frozen in.

      A North Brookfield correspondent writes: Alanson Hibbard recently took from the gizzard of a duck a ten cent silver and a five cent nickel piece and a wire nail 1 1-8 inches in length. Next:

      A warrant was sworn out in Syracuse, Friday, for V. O. Wolff, who is charged with defrauding a member of a Masonic lodge out of $100. It is claimed that his specialty is victimizing Masons all over the country.

      Bert Shepardson left for Annapolis, Md., Wednesday, to prepare for the entrance examination at the United States naval academy. His sister, Alice, accompanied him as far as New York where she resumes her school work. – Smyrna Press.

      A horse driven by Milo Albrecht of East Guilford, stepped on a stick 1 ½ by 1 ¾ inches and eight feet long, at Sidney last week, and it flew up and penetrated to the bowels of the animal. A piece over ten inches long was broken off in the flesh, and after suffering terrible pain the horse died.

      Sig Sautelle has exchanged his hotel property in DeRuyter acquired a year ago, with J. C. Huller of Homer, for the Windsor hotel in that village, and will remove his circus headquarters from DeRuyter to Homer. The removal of the show and the large number of followers will be quite a loss in  a business way to DeRuyter.

      A well know South Oxford resident, says The Press, took home a barrel of what he supposed was salt recently, that he had purchased of an Oxford grocer. The grocer and his clerk were busy at the time of the purchase, so the farmer volunteered to load it himself, which he did, making the selection from the store cellar. After feeding a pailful to his cows, which they ate with relish, and after his good wife had used a quantity of the contents of the barrel for cooking purposes without the required result, it was discovered that the commodity was sugar and not salt. The difference in price between a barrel of sugar and a like amount of salt is about $15, but as both are staple articles it is probable that the mistake will be amicably adjusted.



January 18, 1900

Tazewell Republican, Tazewell, VA., p. 1.



Terrible Tragedy in A Frankfort, Ky. Hotel




Colonel Colson Shoots His Personal Enemy Dead in a Crowded Lobby, and Stray Bullets Cause the Death of the Other Two – Bitter Feeling is Aroused Against Colson

      Frankfort, Ky., January 16. – Ex-Congressman David G. Colson shot and killed Ethelbert Scott, Luther Demaree and
 Charles Julian, and slightly wounded James Golden, in the Capitol Hotel today.
The killing was a result of a renewal of a
 feud between Colson and Scott which grew up between them while in the army last 
year. Colson is under arrest.    

      Scott and Demaree died almost instantly. Julian was thought to be only slightly 
wounded, but died at 1:55 p.m. from the
 shock and loss of blood, making the third death.

      Harry McEweng, of Louisville, also was hit by a stray bullet but not seriously 
wounded. All but Scott were bystanders, and were shot by accident.

      Colson was shot in the arm, but not seriously hurt. After the shooting, he went to the residence of Chief of Police Williams, near by, and gave himself up. Later a
warrant was sworn out by Clint Fogg, who
 witnessed the killing. Fogg says Colson shot first


      The killing occurred in the lobby of the
 Capitol Hotel, which was densely packed
 with people who are here attending the trial of the contests before the Legislature. Persons who were in the hotel when the tragedy occurred say fully twenty shots were fired.

      Scott, who was the first killed, was a nephew of ex-Governor Bradley. Demaree was assistant postmaster at Shelbyville and a 
prominent Republican politician. Julian
 was one of the wealthiest farmers in the county, and belonged to an old Kentucky

      The trouble between Scott and Colson, 
which began when in the army last year, resulted in Colson being shot by Scott, and 
it has been predicted since that one or both would be killed should they meet, as they did today.

      Colson is in a highly nervous state resulting from excitement attending the tragedy, and as he has never fully recovered from a stroke of paralysis sustained last
 year, his friends are greatly concerned over 
his condition.

      Accounts of the killing differ, and it is impossible to give details further than that Colson and a party of friends were standing in the southwest corner of the hotel 
lobby, Scott came in the hotel and when 
near Colson, the shooting began. Scott, 
after being shot, walked backward toward
 the stairway leading to the bar-room and fell down the stairs, dead, as he reached 
them. His body rolled over against the bar-room door, and as it did Colonel Colson, who had followed, shooting at every 
step, fired one or more shots into the prostrate form.

      Demaree, who was killed in the general fusilade, was shot twice, one ball piercing
 tbe heart, and the other either penetrated the heart or went directly under it.





Italian Government Wants the Lynchers Punished

      Washington, Jan. 13. – The Italian government has signified to the government
 of the United States in the polite and 
courteous method known to diplomacy, a
 wish that the persons guilty of lynching 
five Italians at Talulah, La., last spring, should be punished.

      Heretofore, in cases of the lynching of Italians, the matter has been compromised 
by the payment of an indemnity, but this
 does not meet the present demand of the 
Italian government.

      As under the existing law the trial and prosecution of such cases as this is left entirely to the State authorities, the national
 government is well nigh helpless to meet
 the request of the Italian government.

      As an outcome of this embarrassing position, the President will probably make fresh representations to Congress urging the speedy passage of the pending bills intended to remove from the State courts 
jurisdiction in cases where persons claiming treaty protection are the victims, and
 transferring jurisdiction over them to the 
Federal courts.



The Dupuyer Acantha, Dupuyer, Teton County, Montana, p. 1




McLaughlin Wants to Fight the Boers

      George B. McLaughlin, formerly of Great Falls, ex-sheriff of Choteau county and ex-Indian agent of the Blackfoot agency, has been heard from again. It will be remembered that George, together with a few kindred spirits, drifted northward about two years ago, purposing to enter the Klondike gold fields by way of the Edmonton “back door” route. Finding the back door rather difficult to enter, the party scattered, disbanded, and it was reported that McLaughlin had succumbed to the hardships through which the party was compelled to pass.

      His friends mourned him as one dead until about a month ago, when he dropped in upon the good people of Edmonton, slightly disfigured, but still able to furnish “copy” on the privations he had endured and the country he had gone through. The second time he is heard from as thirsting for the gore of South African Boers. He wants blood, and to get it wished to enlist in the Canadian contingent which goes to South Africa as soldiers of the queen. George’s friends in this city need not feel alarmed over the matter, however, as he is not going – he was found to be over weight. This will be good news in two ways; first, that George is not going where he would be compelled to act as an animated target for Oom Paul’s marksmen; and second, that the fact of his having been found to be over weight would indicate that he must be eating regularly and recovering rapidly from his back door route experience. The Edmonton Bulleton of the 5th, in giving a two-column account of an all-night enthusiastic send off which the citizens of that place gave their gallant soldier volunteers on the eve of their departure for Calgary, says that among the men who were lifted to the speakers’ platform and given an ovation, such as only can be given under certain circumstances, at 3 p.m. was “an American of the right stuff, George B. McLaughlin, an American, who had been refused on account of his weight: As he said, the only job he had ever applied for that he was too big to fill.” Great Falls Cor. Standard.



January 19, 1900

 The Canaseraga Times, Canaseraga, Allegany County, New York, p. 1


A Grewsome Story of War.

Copyright, 1899, by Ervin Wardman.

       Night fell, leaving the battle yet undecided and the Russian army in a critical position. General Prince Rouknine, who commanded the left wing feeling himself conquered by the enemy, gave the order to charge to a few Cossacks that were left him.

      That order meant nothing less than to dislodge 2,000 Turks strongly established in the village of Karkow with batteries of artillery. It was necessary that the Russians should drive them from there if they did not wish to find themselves surrounded and the forward march on Plevna halted.

      The charge was a difficult one. The soldiers who occupied Karkow were all members of the special guard of the sultan, big devils of men six feet high, who were astonished at nothing, afraid of nothing and made it a point never to leave an enemy on the ground without tracing on his back with their daggers the red crescent of Mohammed.

      Prince Rouknine knew this, and when he decided to send against them his 500 Cossacks, all that were left of his famous regiment of Oural, he understood that he was sending them to their death.

      He caused their captain to be called, a handsome man, with blue eyes, whose name was Sege Frithiof and who was not more than 25 years old.

      Coldly he said to him: “Sir, you will have the honor to charge. You will send your horses in full haste on the village of Karkow, where the enemy’s infantry is stationed. The entrance will be made, and our army will be saved. But you will fight in the proportion of one against four, and it is for the most of you certain death. If Karkow is retaken and the passage is free, you will ring the church bell. If no sound is heard, it will mean that the Russian army mush succumb because not one of you is living.”

      The captain slowly lowered his saber as he said, “The bell will ring.”

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      The balls were raining around the Cossacks, whose horses were erect on their haunches, with frothing mouths.

      Captain Frithiof raised his arm. A savage clamor resounded, and the somber mass of cavalry advanced at full gallop across the ravine of Karkow. According to the captain’s order, they immediately had ceased their rough cries, and one could hear nothing but the dull and formidable sound of the galloping horses.

      The soldiers of the Turkish guard saw this storm approaching and awaited it with tense muscles. The shock was frightful. Each blow of a saber cut off a head, each shot laid a man low, and there were streams of blood along the gutters. But the Cossacks were cut to pieces.

      Feeling, nevertheless, that his troops were shaken, the Turkish general evacuated the village. Then, confident in his superior forces, he gave them a position a mile from the town, near an abandoned farm. Karkow was taken, but the entrance was not yet made.

      Captain Frithiof trembled with rage. “The army can be saved by you,” had said General Prince Rouknine.

      Cost what it may, this wild charge which had caused the enemy to retire must be continued. But how, since the squadron was reduced to a few cavaliers?

      The captain assembled his Cossacks on the grand square of Karkow and counted them.

      There were hardly 60. More than 400 corpses were stretched on the streets, side by side with the dead Turks.

      The riderless horses went about in docile troops. Few among them had been touched, for the balls, well directed, had hit the men full in the chest.

      Night came on. The pink rays of the setting sun softly illuminated the horrible spectacle.

      Captain Frithiof remained silent, somber. Suddenly a thought crossed his brain, a fantastic thought. He passed his hand across his brow, as if he wished to chase away some nightmare. His eyes had a singular light in them as he murmured, “We will continue the charge!”

      Turning toward his men, he added: “You will go and pick up all the dead who fell in the village and catch all the horses that are loose. Then you will replace the dead men in the saddles and stoutly tie them on the horses with the straps on the lances.”

      A shiver ran through the ranks.

      “Do it,” repeated the officer coldly.

      The Cossacks obeyed. It was an easy matter to bring back the horses which were grouped together from habit, and with a vigorous hand the living soldiers raised the bloody bodies of their dead comrades to straighten them in their stirrups.

      “To horses, you men!” cried Captain Frithiof, once having seen his squadron reformed – a squadron of soldiers who were no longer alive. The 60 living Cossacks, their hands red with blood, came again to take their places at the head of the ranks.

      “We are going to charge again,” said the captain. “Let us start ahead. Their horses will follow ours.”

      On the slanting road which descended from Karkov toward the farm where the enemy was halted fighting began again.

      The Turks, who had seen the greater part of the Russian soldiers fall under their blows, believed themselves safe now, and they were strangely surprised when they heard again the noise of the approaching cavalry.

      At the cry of alarm from the sentinel they formed in line of battle and fired on the whole line.

      Forty Cossacks rolled on the earth. It was those of the first ranks – those that were alive! The others continued to charge.

      The Turkish soldiers gazed with frightened eyes. Where could this squadron come from? Who were these demons who received the balls without moving, bent low over their saddles, without a word, without a cry?

      One could not distinguish the number of horses, and one could believe it was all the Russian cavalry, a whole army of phantoms. The first rank of infantry gave way, the others were not long in retreating, and, fearing all at once, the whole Turkish army abandoned their arms and fled.

      The position was taken, and the passage became free at last.

      Captain Frithiof saw that his squadron was there, in its accustomed order. The horses were so docile that they had all stopped behind him when he had shouted “Halt!” The remained immovable now, heads low and covered with foam.

      A few moment after the village bell rang loud and long.

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      Victory now was possible, even certain.

      General Prince Rouknine, on hearing the bell, uncovered his head, understanding that his faithful Cossacks had sacrified themselves to save the rest of the army. With his staff major he went at full gallop toward Karkow, but his joy of vanquishing was mixed with pain.

      He arrived at the grand square of the village. What was his surprise to perceive, arranged as for parade, the black line of the squadron! They were certainly 300 cavaliers, Captain Serge Frithiof at their head.

      Night had come on, but it was one of those admirable moonlight nights which give to objects strange aspects.

      Captain Frithiof advanced.

      “Karkow is free,” said he, saluting.

      “You were able then to charge?”

      “Twice. It was necessary to drive the enemy from a farm where they had fortified themselves.”

      “And many men were killed, captain?”

      “All my men! Our brave Cossacks were heroic even after death!”

      Prince Rouknine approached and saw, bending on the necks of the horses, lighted by the white light of the moon, the dead men who balanced themselves with the movement of the chargers. – New York Press.



January 20, 1900

Kentucky Irish American, Louisville, Kentucky, p. 1



The Irish Brigade With the  Boers in the Siege of Ladysmith.


Americans Are Husky Young Fellows From the Middle West.


Red Necks Will Not Be Hot to Rush Against the Green Flag.




     The following letter has just been received from James F. Dunn, a former
 Irish-American resident of Lowell Mass, 
now a member of the Irish Brigade in the
Transvaal army. It will prove interesting reading to the many who sympathize 
with the Boers in their struggle for liberty because it bears the stamp of truthfulness.

     I dont know whether you have heard
 any news from here since the war started and I ought to give you some of the 
real facts of what is occurring. This letter will reach you by way of Lorenzo
 Marquez by the German mail line. No 
letter can go out of the Boer republics 
through British sources as the letters 
are opened, read and destroyed. The 
English control the cables and I have
 no doubt, from what we hear in our
 camps, that the real condition of things
 never reaches the outside world.

     When the war broke out most of the 
mine owners, speculators, managers and even paid officials of the Rhodes clique
 ran off to the Cape just as quickly as 
trains could carry them. The foreigners – German, French, Irish, Scotch and
 even English, who are called Outlanders,
 have joined the Boer army. You must
remember that these are the men the 
British pretended they wish to help, to
rescue from tyranny and all that, and
 yet they are in arms against the so-called liberators.

     The fact is that all the nonsense about 
the wrongs of the Outlanders was cooked
 up by the Rhodes gang for the English 
papers. I have lived here for two
years and I have yet to learn that we have any wrongs – political, religious, commercial, or any other. The men who wronged
 and threatened and bulldozed the miners – I mean the working miners – were the
 Rhodes crowd, fellows of the Hammond
 stamp, who were getting fat salaries for 
working the mines and the papers for
 their English bosses. It was a great pity – so far as humanity and liberty were
 concerned – that Jameson, Hammond and
 the rest of them were not strung up after 
the raid.

     When the war broke out brigades of 
foreigners were organized at once. The
Germans have a brigade of 2,000 men or 
more, nearly all men trained in the army 
in Germany and commanded by men of 
their own country – trained officers.
There is a mixed brigade of French,
 Scotch and English who have their own
 officers and they are doing good. We 
have an Irish brigade of over 2500, the
majority of whom are men from California 
and the West, with quite a sprinkling
from the old country and the Cape. Our 
commander is Col. Blake, a West Pointer,
who used to be in the regular cavalry at 
home and a jim dandy, a fighter and a
tactician that West Point may be proud of.

     We are getting new men every day;
they come in from Lorenzo Marquez
 and are from every country in Europe 
and the States. The Americans are 
mostly husky young fellows from the
 middle West who have served in the 
Spanish war and the regular army, and 
we have quite a few from around Boston, 
New York and Philadelphia. All these
 fellows – Irish German and Yank – get 
into our brigade, for they feel more at 
home with us under officers and men
 who have followed the old flag, and they
 are giving the “Red Necks,” as the Boers 
call them, plenty of fun.

     It was our brigade – we had about 1200 
on the firing line that day – that scooped 
in the Irish Fusileers at Dundee, and 
had the Boer contingent had more experience in military matters we could
 have got the whole of Yule’s bunch, horse, 
foot and wagons, for I never saw a worse
 beaten, demoralized crowd than that 
same British army. They are mostly 
pushing the Scotch and Irish regiments
against us and we are able to take care 
of them. They may have English regiments but they keep them back in reserve, for we haven’t seen them, though
we are red hot to get a crack at them.

     Gen. Joubert is a foxy old chap and
 refuses to let us take any chances that 
are uncertain, and he is dead against
 any military grand stand tactics. He
 won’t allow any charges or attacks on 
fortified places; he makes the British do that business, and then he soaks them.
 The consequence is that the English lose 
five men killed and wounded where we 
lose only one.

     The English artillery is fairly good, though their guns are not up to ours, but their infantry and cavalry can’t hit a flock of barns. We are now intrenched around Ladysmith, with a strong force down at the fords of the Tugela, intrenching and waiting for that advance of the British we were promised, and we have lots of commandos chasing down through Natal to keep the flies off the enemy.

     We have White and about 10,000 men cooped up in Ladysmith, and we will get 
the whole bunch as sure as shooting. We 
have the hills overlooking the town,
which is down in a hole, fortified, and we 
shell the place occasionally to keep them
guessing, but we place reliance strongly 
on dirt, disease and hunger to capture

     The town doesn’t amount to anything, 
but the Johnnies have about $5,000,000 
worth of arms, munitions and supplies that will come in handy. White is in a 
tight place and his camp is tough; heat, dust, rain, mud and anxiety are our 
allies, and they are badly demoralized.

     They used to make sorties and rush 
hills, but we had orders to drop back 
and let them rush, and when they got 
tired we occupied our old positions and
 soaked them as they limped back to
 camp. They were wearing themselves 
out. A few days ago they came out in
 strength and when the Boers retired 
Blake held to our position and we waited
 for them, running up the green flag to
 make them raw. The Boers don't carry 
bayonets; the Irish brigade does.

     They shelled our position for an hour,
 dropping shells over and beyond us, but
doing no particular harm. Blake passed 
the word along the line to wait and give
them a good fight.

     A real English regiment came at our 
position and their officers called and
 urged them on. I am in Cassidy’s company – he is an Arizona man – and we 
have half a dozen fellows from Tucson
 who are dead shots. We lay low, squinted over the breastworks, while our Tucson fellows tumbled over officer after 

     When they reached the foot of the hill
 Blake ordered us to cease firing and told
a few men from each company to yell, 
jump up and pretend to run away. This
encouraged the Johnnies to cheer, and 
they came up the hlll panting and
 shooting wildly. When about 100 feet 
from us we let them have it from Mauser, Mannlicher and Maxim and Blake

     “Now boys give them a taste of the
 real thing.”

     The cheer that went up could be heard 
a mile off, and we went over the intrenchments at them with the bayonet.

     Surprised? You never saw anything 
like it. A volley point blank, and then 
the metal. We went at them in good
 Irish fashion, and some of the Yanks and
 Ohio chaps were wilder than the Turks.
 The redcoats wouldn’t stand for it but 
went down the hill on a break and out 
into the open, sprinting like greyhounds. 
We marched back about one-sixth of 
them, and there was a badly mauled lot lying around that we sent into the English lines that night, as we preferred to 
let them have the bother of doctoring 

     They wont be very hot to rush a hill 
with a green flag over it again, I imagine.
The regiment was Gloucestershire or
 some other such name – I dont recall it
 just now and – and if they don’t get any better 
material than that to fight us the English 
are more likely to march into the Indian 
ocean than into the Transvaal.

     I suppose the English are rushing in
 all the men they can get hold of, but as
we have our backs to the mountains and 
they have to come at us over our own
fortified positions, they will need a quarter of a million men to do the work.

     Counting those we have in the field, 
those at Pretoria and around, and the
men who have come from Europe in two
 months, we can count up almost a hundred thousand men, and we have supplies 
to last two years. Our people are all
over the colony and we get all the news 
there is to be had. The accounts sent
 out by the English come back to us and
 the fellow that runs the intelligence department and sends out the news is a 
star – the noblest liar of them all. You
want to take no stock whatever in him; 
we are all right. The only thing we are
short of is doctors and medicines; but we
 ought to have a better staff of physicians 
and an ambulance corps, and I suppose 
they will be organized soon, as these 
things are to arrive from Europe.

     The siege of the town drags along and 
it may be two months before it surrenders. We are going to move down toward Colenso in a couple of days, leaving about 500 of our brigade as support
for the siege train. The Boer commandos
 and recruits from Natal will be put on
 duty here to watch White, for we can 
hold them with green men, while the
 seasoned fellows go down toward the
 Tugela. The German steamer sails in a 
couple of days, and this letter will go by 
that; if it catches the Brindisi boat in season you ought to get it by the new year.

     I don’t know when I’ll get a chance to write again. Address me at Pretoria, Cassidy’s company of Col. Blake’s commando, and I’ll get it in good time, if I’m alive.                       JAMES F. DUNN.



January 21, 1900

St. Paul Globe, St. Paul, Minnesota, p. 9







The Union Comprises All the Girls 
In the St. Paul Central Office—Have Had No Trouble With the 
Management, but Propose to Insist on Their Rights—Minneapolis 
Operators Fall Into Line Readily.

      The operators at the central station of 
the Northwestern Telephone company 
have organized a "union," in which thirty 
young ladies are enrolled, and have perfected an offensive and defensive alliance against all comers. The progress
 of the organization has been rapid, as
 its inception and development has occupied less than a week. The plan of organizing Is the result of difficulty between 
the operators and the management of the

      Of course it was impossible to hold
 meetings and perfect an organization in 
the telephone offices, so the young ladies 
met one evening last week at the home
 of one of their number and mapped out
 their plans. No woman's organization
 could have started with a prospect of
 success without a show of secrecy, so 
the first requirement was an oath —"cross 
my heart"—to tell nothing, know nothing 
and admit nothing.

      The union entered into real life last
 evening, when a meeting was held on the
 West side and officers elected. A press
 censor was appointed and a general caution issued that the newspapers know 
nothing of the plans. One of the prominent members of the union was interviewed last night. She had the right idea 
from the start.

      "I have nothing to give out," was her
 first declaration.

      "What's the cause of the union?"

      "There isn't any cause. We just got
 together and formed an association among 
ourselves, and it's nobody's business. We
 met at one of the girl's and elected officers. We couldn't meet very well at the 
office, you see."

      "Have you had any trouble with the 

      "Oh, it isn't that, you know. We just
 want our rights. It's best to have a union 
and know we are acting together."

      "How many are in?"

      "All the girls in the central office. We 
had some trouble getting the day operators together, so we had the day operators 
meet and the night operators agreed to
 abide by the decision."

      The officers of the union consist of a
 president, vice president, secretary and
 a board of managers to whom matters
 will be referred. Three other operators
 were interviewed without gaining definite
 information concerning the trouble which
 caused the union. The operators don't 
like the newspapers.

      We don't believe you are really friendly," explained one fair hello girl. "You 
used to say mean things about us in
 the editorial columns."

      Information was received yesterday 
that the organization of the St. Paul
operators has been followed by a similar organization in Minneapolis. The same
 plan was tried there with success, and 
the young ladies of the central office 
formed their organization almost without 
publicity. The two unions will have control of the entire forces of the St. Paul
 and Minneapolis offices. In order to obtain satisfactory service the public must 
rely on the operators and the force of 
two such organizations will be sufficient 
to control matters to the complete satisfaction of the officers. It is stated that
 were either force to strike, the entire 
system would be tied up and that operators to take the places of the union girls
 would be exceedingly hard to find.



The Banner-Democrat, Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, Louisiana, p. 1

Sand a Cure for Dyspepsla.

      "Eat half a teaspoonful of sand a day and you'll be healthy," says Louis Conners, who keeps a bakery in Chicago.

      Conners takes his own medicine and swallows a mouthful of sand in a
 glass of water every twenty-four
 hours. He declares that he thrives on the peculiar diet, and that all of 
his family are sand eaters, more or less.

      "No, I don't buy it at the drug store; sea sand nor none o' that,"
 says Conners; "I just dip up a cupful of sand and silt and drift all mixed up out on the lake front. Then I wash the dirt out of it and eat the 
sand. I think it probably would do just as well to eat dirt and all, but
 I'm a little particular about my diet."

      Conners' theory is that every human being, like some lower animals, needs 
a certain amount of sand in the stomach to aid digestion.

      "F'r instance, a canary bird," says Conners, "will die in a few days unless it gets sand or something of that kind to eat. A child, if it's allowed to crawl around, will eat dirt, lots of it, and then the mothers invariably give their children a prompt spanking for doing the very thing that's good for them.”

      Conners has been eating sand about six months, and declares he hasn’t
had a twinge of dyspepsia since he
 began the odd diet. – Chicago Inter-Ocean.


Leprous Mother’s Supreme Love

      Legends in India run that if a woman stricken with leprosy suffers herself to be buried alive the disease will not descend to her children.

      There was in the Northwest Provinces of India the wife of a gardener on whom the loathsome malady had fallen. Children were born to her. The disease grew worse. She importuned her husband to bury her alive. He at last, yielding to her prayers, summoned her son. The two dug the grave, and four neighbors assisted at the sepulture. So the woman died.

      These facts were investigated in a magistrate’s court and were proved.



January 22, 1900

The Evening Sentinel, Rochester, Indiana, p. 1



Rev. MacInnes Wants More Personal Liberty and Resigns.

      Oakland, Ca.. Jan. 22 – Rev. James C. MacInnes, pastor of the Oak Leaf Congregational chapel, announced his retirement from the ministry. Said he:

      “I believe in dancing and a long list of other things that are tabooed by church-goers when indulged in by ministers. If a man needs a drink, he has the right to take it. When I meet a man on the street I like to slap him on the back and say ‘Hello, there, Bill,’ in a good, hearty voice. I believe in God and Christianity, but the church is burdened with false ideas and full of sinful hypocrites and some of my friends who might be called ‘lushers’ are defiinitely better than these frauds of piety. The ministry is no place for a young man who wants his personal liberty. He must use too much hypocrisy and overlook too much hypocrisy in others.”



Guthrie Daily Leader, Guthrie, Oklahoma, p. 1



Of the Lynched Meeks Brothers Viewed by the Curious


Scripps-McRae League

      Ft. Scott, Kas., Jan 23 – The bodies of Ed and George Meeks, the two Kansas City murderers who were lynched 
in the jail yard here last night, still 
lie at the morgue unclaimed.

      Georgo Meek's wife lives at Pueblo,
 Col., and Ed's wife lives in Kansas 
City. An hour after the lynching 
Sheriff Brooks notified them by wire.
The former has wired that she will
start for here tomorrow, and the latter has notified the officers that she 
will have the bodies shipped to Kansas City tomorrow for burial.

      The mother of the men lives in a 
little Missouri town near Butler.

      Thousands of people viewed the remains today. The hands and legs are 
still shackled, as they were when the 
lynching occurred, and the ropes have 
not been removed from the necks. An 
inquest will be held by the coroner 

      In some of the city pulpits today 
the action of the mob was denounced
 and all good citizens were called upon
 to condemn it, but the lynching seems to be generally
 approved by the people.

      Old Man Philips, whose life was 
saved after desperate effort on the 
part of the sheriff, cannot express his
 gratitude to that officer with sufficient feeling. When the mob was clamoring for him at his cell door with the 
rope in sight of him, he lay under his 
cot praying and crying for mercy. He 
is still very nervous and cannot sleep.



The Daily Californian, Bakersfield, California, p. 2

 MONDAY, . . . . . . . JAN. 22, 1900

      It is interesting just now to note what the oil industry is doing for communities where the producing era has been reached. The Pacific Oil Reporter says of the little town of Fullerton: No little town anywhere makes a bigger showing or does a larger business, with a more substantial backing than Fullerton. The population of the town proper is not more than 700. Figured from post office territory, it is about 1800. Cash deposits in the local bank have increased rapidly during the years aggregating above $125,000, a building and loan association has been formed, six new business establishments have opened, an dtwo new packing houses been built. Cottages and residences, including some handsome properties, have been built to the number of 22, a brick business house and a large frame structure erected and a brick yard opened. A handsome brick business block is under construction. There is not a house or store room for rent, and not a business concern that is not enjoying prosperity. The town fairly booms with enterprise, and promises to take doubly long strides next year. The oil field territory has been the backbone of the rapid development of this year, a large amount of trade coming from that source, and the very great success there stimulating progress in all lines. The daily output of oil from the field is now above 4000 barrels. The two largest producers are the Santa Fe with nineteen wells producing, and the Puente, with fifty-six.


      The respectable management of the Echo will act wisely to suppress its so called funny man if it would retain for the paper the good will of any considerable number of its patrons. The alleged humor that fills the columns of our contemporary is paralleled only in the high school papers whose editors are yet in the adolescent stage, and its introduction into a daily news paper is not appreciated by the public. Particularly is this true when the funny man (in his own opinion only) dresses up his humorous thoughts in the language of the slums and finds in the annoying misfortune of a worthy woman subject matter for a column of his puerile rot.



January 23, 1900

The Findlay Republican, Findlay, Ohio, p. 2


      Richard D. Creech, of 1062 Second Street, Appleton, Wisconsin, says:

      “Our son Willard was absolutely helpless. His lower limbs were paralyzed, and when we used electricity he could not feel it below his hips. Finally my mother, who lives in Canada, wrote advising the use of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People and I bought some. This was when our boy had been on the stretcher for an entire year and helpless for nine months. In six weeks after taking the pills we noted signs of vitality in his legs, and in four months he was able to go to school. It was nothing else in the world that saved the boy than Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People.” – From the Crescent, Appleton, Wis.


 p. 6



A Variety of Interesting Items From All Parts of Ohio


News of Every Day Events Compiled and Condensed for Quick Perusal by the Busy Reader

      The Hotel Trust. – The affairs of the Columbus Hotel Company are badly mixed. The company is still trying to secure the Great Southern but the receivers in charge are holding out and say they will obey the desires of the stock holders.

      A Surprised Store. – Sport McFadden, of Kenton, passed a forged check on the Surprise store for $22.50, getting a new suit of clothes and $8 in change. He then skipped out. The check was forged with the signature of the First National Banks’ cashier.

      The Yellow Kid Man. – The New York artist, Richard Outcalt, of Yellow Kid fame, will remove to his old home in Lancaster in the spring. He still expects to continue his work for the New York papers, but will have his home and studio in Lancaster.

      Fire at Diamond. – The village of Diamond suffered severely from fire Wednesday morning. The hardware store of N. C. Scott, drug store of Guy Thayer and West Merlet and dwelling house of John Lewis being destroyed. The loss aggregates $1,000 fully covered by insurance.

      Strike at Mansfield. – On account of the discharge of four union molders by the Eclipse Stove company of Mansfield, other union men, about fifteen in number, have struck. The shop has been employing both union and non-union men, and the latter, numbering about 70, remain at work.

      A Second Wife. – Coshocton was thrown into a fever of excitement Wednesday by the discovery that a citizen of the town, a traveling man, has two wives, one in Coshocton and another in Chicago. The name of this second “Roberts” is Leslie Carlos Denman.

      Pastor’s Suit Fails. – Rev. J. P. Childs, of Richwood, recently sued his congregation for $190 which he claimed was due him on his salary. The case was delayed for some time but has just been decided in favor of the defendants, much to the joy of the people of the county. . . .

      . . . . Body of an Unknown. – The body of an unknown man was recovered at Clipper Mills, three miles below Gallipolis. On his person was found a small sum of money, a letter addressed to Leander Shepard, Archers Fork, O., and bunch of order blanks from L. M. Frank & Co., Marietta. He is perhaps sixty years of age, with a heavy beard, and was finely dressed. He is thought to have been a traveling man, and his home in Marietta.

      Big Reward. – No clue has yet been found of the negro who assaulted Miss Lydia Williams, cashier at J. B. Gilson’s music store at Portsmouth, Tuesday evening. The negro’s object was robbery and he succeeded in securing $20. Miss Williams’ condition is considered critical. Captain Gilson, who is her brother-in-law, offers $500 reward for the arrest and conviction of the negro, and the County Commissioners will give an additional reward.

      A Terrible Death. – Charles Stoneman, aged 30, employed by the Reeves Iron Company at Canal Dover, met death in a shocking manner on a rapidly revolving shaft in which his clothing was caught. He was oiling the machinery 20 feet from the ground, when the accident happened. A workman looking aloft saw his body being whirled about the shaft 200 times a minute. When the engine was stopped, Stoneman was taken out dead and almost nude. Even his shoes were thrown off by the terrific velocity. Stoneman was married.




From The Twentieth Century Speaker – Pathetic Selections, p. 188.

The Best and Noblest Readings and Orations, by Emma Griffith Lumm


She told him that men were false,

    That love was a dreadful bore,

As they danced to the Nanon waltz,

    On the slippery ball-room floor.


He said that her woman’s face,

    The crown of her shining hair,

Her subtle feminine grace

    Were haunting him everywhere


He told her his orders had come

    To march with the dawn of day,

A soldier must “follow the drum” –

    No choice but to mount and away.


A sudden tremor of fear

    Her rallying laughter smote

And he gave a souvenir –

    A button from off his coat.


He went to the distant war,

    And fought as men should do;

But she forgot him afar

    In the passion for something new.


His trinket among the rest,

    She wore at her dainty throat;

But a bullet had pierced his breast

    Where the button was off the coat.


Copyright 1900, by K.T. Boland.


(Personal collection. No digital version available)


January 24, 1900

Free Press, Easton, Pennsylvania, p. 1



Representatives Differ as to Mode of Procedure.




Alleged Polygamist Makes Defensive Speech – Senate Committee Reports Against Seating Quay – A Day of Oratory in Both Houses.

      Washington, Jan. 24. – Whether Brigham H. Roberts, representative elect from Utah, shall be turned away from the door of the house or whether he shall be admitted and then put out is the question which was debated during the entire session of the house.

      Mr. Taylor of Ohio, chairman of the special committee appointed to investigate the Roberts case, advocated refusing to permit the Utah man to take the oath. Mr. Littlefield of Maine spoke for those who contended that Mr. Roberts ought first to be admitted and should then be expelled. Both sides agree that Mr. Roberts ought not to be allowed to exercise the rights and privileges of a representative. The only difference between them is as to the proper way to get rid of him.

      Mr. Taylor and Mr. Littlefield supported their respective views by able legal arguments. Then, by the courtesy of the house, Mr. Roberts was permitted to take the floor for an hour and a half and plead his own case. The debate will be continued today and tomorrow, a vote probably being reached at the end of tomorrow’s session.

      The senate’s session was devoted entirely to speechmaking. Mr. Turner of Washington concluded his address upon the Philippine question. He was followed by Mr. Ross of Vermont with a thoughtful and carefully prepared speech, in which he also discussed the Philippine question in connection with resolutions which he had offered. His presentation of the question was given thoughtful attention by his colleagues. Mr. McEnery of Louisiana delivered the concluding speech of the session on the race question in the south. He took strong ground in support of the constitution of Louisiana and of the proposed amendment to the constitution of North Carolina, which it is alleged practically will disenfrancise a large class of voters. . . .



The Hartford Herald, Hartford, Kentucky, p. 1



History of This Famous Weapon, Now the Property of a Hardin County Lady.


      Mrs. J. L. Pilkenton, writing in the Elizabethtown News, says Mrs. Lizzie Skinner, of West Point, Ky., is without doubt the possessor of the tomahawk used by the noted Indian chief, Tecumseh, in the battle of the Thames, October 5, 1813. The weapon itself is an ingenious piece of workmanship. The handle is eighteen inches long, of hard wood, very much resembling oak. Throughout its length, it is marked with burned notches, about three hundred and seventy in number, varying in size from the head of a pin to that of a pea. These lie between the lines of a spiral burned into the wood throughout the entire length of the handle. The handle is well preserved, except where some young Bramblee (a relative of the possessor), whittled away some twenty or thirty notches. The blade is of hard steel and is fairly keen. It is five inches long and two and five eights inches wide at the edge, tapering to three-fourths of an inch in width at the eye, to which it is beaten in, welding evidently being unknown at the time of its manufacture. In the rear of the blade is a hard, round piece of iron, three-fourths of an inch in diameter, projecting two inches from the eye, to which it is also beaten in. This is somewhat battered from use, before the fall of the great warrior. The blade is held in place on the handle by a thin egg-shaped iron plate, fastened to the end of the handle with a rough spike driven into the wood. On one side of the blade, near the center, is the supposed emblem of the Chief, a silver crescent, which is beaten into the hard steel.

      We have a correct history of this weapon reaching as far back as the battle of the Thames, when a pistol shot from the hand of R. M. Johnson, a noted Kentuckian, laid the famous Chief dead upon the field of battle, and our soldiers made a rush to secure his weapons and carry them home as relics of the last bloody battle of the heroic leader. Among the first to reach the dead chief was a man by the name of Hayes, of near Silica Lake, N. J. He secured the tomahawk, belt and scalping knife, and after his return to New Jersey, he presented the tomahawk to Mr. John Bramblee, the grandfather of the present owner, a man of English descent, whose father was a British soldier during the revolution but chose to make American his home after she became a free and independent nation. John Bramblee presented the weapon to his son M. L. Bramblee, who removed to Delhi, Penn. and resided [there] a number of years. He then moved to Kalamazoo, Michigan, where he died in 1894 at the age of ninety-two years. Relic seekers were so numerous that he was compelled to conceal the noted weapon for a number of years to keep it. Before his death he presented it to his daughter, Mrs. Lizzie Skinner, wife of Mr. M. Skinner, who was frozen and died on his way home from the Yukon gold fields, March 10, 1899.

      Mrs. M. L. Bramblee, mother of Mrs. Skinner, was a Miss Cleveland, cousin to ex-President Cleveland. Mrs. Skinner has a letter in her posession a letter from Mr. A. R. Harris, of Bordentown, N. J. stating that an elderly man living in that city has the pouch worn by Tecumseh when he was killed. The pouch is of buckskin, worked with bone beads, and contains a pipe, a small round brush of bristles, a piece of wire and some rattles. The pouch was presented the gentleman by Prince Murat, in 1848, and was purchased by the Prince, who paid fifty dollars for it.


 A Novel Party.

      The Bowling Green Journal thus describes an entertainment to be given in that city that will prove intensely interesting to each male present, provided such are allowed to witness it:

      The young society ladies of Bowling Green might just as well begin to practice rat-killing.

      This is to be the fad for the next month or two.

      The Journal has it upon good authority that a rat party will be given next week. For fear some of our readers do not know just what a rat party is, we will tell them. In the first place a dozen young ladies are to be invited. Timid young ladies are to be given the preference. Then a dozen rats, provided the day before and left unfed so they will be good and hungry, are to be turned loose in the room with the ladies. Small clubs, two feet long, are furnished each lady, and the one killing the most rats, gets the capital prize. Of course all furniture is taken out of the room before the killing begins, so that nothing is left in the room but ladies, clubs and rats.”



January 25, 1900

The Fostoria Review-Dispatch, Fostoria, Ohio, p. 2



Decision in the Claim for Prize Money at Manila

      The Attorney General has filed the answer of the United States on the suit instituted by Admiral Dewey in behalf of himself and others in connection with the prizes captured at Manila. The Attorney General asks that the case be referred to a commissioner. He avers that the cruisers Isla de Cuba and Isla de Luzon, and Don Juan de Austria were sunk instead of captured, as claimed. The Attorney General denies that the enemy’s vessels, supported by any torpedoes, mines and land batteries were of superior force to the vessels of Dewey’s squadron.



Custer County Republican, Broken Bow, Nebraska, p. 1

Local Mention


Round Valley

     Last Sunday night was held a big social gathering at Ole Johnson’s house where all relatives and friends were invited to indulge in a fine supper and other refreshments. Mr. Johnson has built one of the largest farm residences in the county this fall, and a couple of weeks ago moved in the same.

      Oscar Engleagjerd came back last week from Omaha, where he marketed a carload of steers of his own raising, and he bought in Omaha a car load of lumber to build himself a house this spring. It is to be like Mr. Johnson’s house, except four feet wider. Oscar made a big bargain in Omaha and saved on lumber and hardware about $200. All of Oscar’s neighbors turned out and hauled his lumber home last week from Sargent, so he got it all home in two days. There is business about the Engleagjerds.

      If any doubt the McKinley wave of prosperity let them make a trip to Round Valley, and then open their eyes and mind, and they will be convinced if they are not of the class that will howl calamity, even if they reach Paradise.

      J. O. Taylor and family, of Berwyn, are visiting relatives and old friends in Round Valley.

      The report comes from Minnesota that G. T. Lee’s wife died Dec. 31. They were among the pioneers of Custer Co., and moved back to Minnesota last spring on account of Mrs. Lee’s poor health.

      Julius Johnson has rented N. K. Lee’s farm for next year.

      Julius Ottun is doing big business at Plugtight.

      Henry Helgeson is tanning coyote and dog skins now days.

      Ole Oleson is doing fine with his flock of sheep. He will surely see the McKinley wave when he ships his wool next spring.

      M. J. Ottun shipped 877 pounds of wool to St. Louis in December, and got just double for it what he got three years ago.

      Henry Helgeson in now hauling his hay into his new barn he has just finished.

      T. T. Olsen had a surprise party last week.

      There is to be a shooting match every mail day at Plugtight.

      Most of the young men of Round Valley have bought buggies, for what purpose they can best tell.

      Some have lost their dogs in the valley but others have lost sheep.



Ranch and Range, Seattle and Spokane, Washington, p. 3

This Great Northwest

            *  *  * 

To say nothing of the many valuable papers and addresses delivered 
before the convention of fruit growers 
it seems that of Hon. J. O'Brien Scobey touches a chord in the fruit raising industry that might well be followed up by other growers and more
 profit be made out of the business. 
Certain it is that many fruit raisers
 tread the same paths to success as 
Mr. Scobey has done, but it is not evident they carry on the business on a
 large commercial scale. Mr. Scobey's
 theme was "Jams and Jamming," and
 he told how he has been making the
 fruit business pay at all times, no matter whether prices for the fresh fruit 
were good or not. He was forced into the business of making jams by
force of circumstances over which he 
had no control. With a dozen acres 
of strawberries on his hands he saw 
the price come down by rapid stages 
from four dollars a crate to forty cents and what he had at first thought 
would be the making of a wealthy
 man of himself he saw entirely disappear. To sell at forty cents a crate
 would not pay expenses of gathering 
and hauling to market, so, in his desperation, he asked his wife if she
 knew how to make jam. Her abilities 
in this line were good, so Mr. Scobey
 bought all the pint jars he could find
 in his town and put up the strawberries. In this form he placed them on
 the market and found a ready sale for 
every jar. He has followed this
course every year, and last year put 
up ten thousand jars and knew in advance where he would dispose of every jar. He promises to put in ten 
times this number this year. When
 strawberries are selling at a good 
price per crate Mr. Scobey supplies 
the market with the product fresh 
from his patch, but when the berries 
come down to $1.50 per crate he puts
 them up as jam, thereby making
 money, while those growers not pursuing the method must sell at or below the figure that will cover expenses. Mr. Scobey's Olympia jam is 
known in the markets of the east and
 finds a ready sale in preference to the
 other brands usually found there.



January 26, 1900

The Sun, N.Y., N.Y. p. 1



Have Been Turned Out, Neighbor Says, That Their Father May Marry Again.

      Five children describing themselves as Ida, Julia, Morris, Bessie and Charles Schminsky, and ranging in ages from twelve to three, asked for shelter at the Union Market police station last night. Ida, who acted as the speaker, said that they had no home and that for the past few nights they had been sleeping at 202 Allen Street, but had been told that they must leave. Sigmund Astman of 241 Second street, who had followed the children into the station, told Sergeant Todd that they belonged to Max Schminsky, a tailor, whose wife had died six months ago, and who wanted to get married again.

      “That’s the reason that he is trying to get rid of the children,” said Astman. “I had them at my house several days, but they left and went to Allen Street.”

      The sergeant notified the Eldridge street police as Allen street is in their territory and the children were taken to the Eldridge street station. They could add nothing to their story and were taken to the Gerry society for the night. Nathan Klatenka of 202 Allen street told the police that he had fed the children twice, but denied that they had ever slept at his house, or that he had told them that they must leave.

      A little later Schminsky came into the station and said that his five children were lost and that he wanted to send out a general alarm for them. He said he was living at 11 North Fourth Street, Brooklyn, and that he had not seen his children since morning. He told a number of contradictory stories and was finally locked up on a charge of neglecting to provide properly for his children. He and the children will be arraigned in the Essex Market police court today.



The Marshal Republican, Marshall, Saline County, Missouri, p. 3

Brilliant Reception


      A notable event in society for the month of January, was the beautiful reception by Hon. Leslie Orear and wife, to the bar, the Fancy Work Club, and other friends, on Tuesday evening, January 22, 1900, some two hundred and fifty invitations having been issued. This elegant new home so recently finished for occupancy was thrown open for this reception, which, even to the smallest detail was one of harmony and beauty. The hours were from 7:30 to 9:30 and from 9:30 to 12; and although the company was a large one, there was plenty of room and no one failed to have a royal good time. The perfect informality of the whole affair was one of its chief charms.

      Mr. and Mrs. Orear make a genial host and hostess, that in their cordial greeting to one and all, was most pleasing.

      Henderson and Joseph Orear received the guests at the street door and invited them to the dressing rooms above, where they found everything furnished with exquisite taste, and two pretty girls, Miss Ione Rogers, in pretty white organdie with pink trimmings, and Miss Nell Orear, dressed in pink organdie with pink ribbons, made themselves very useful in their attentions to the guests. . . .

      The decorations throughout the rooms were of carnations, smilax and La France roses. Stately palms prevailed in the reception hall that was picturesque indeed, with rare old palms that stood sentinels as it were, from the first floor, up the broad stairway, each towering above the other in heighth, with fine effect. This hall is one of the handsomest we have ever seen. Suspended from the artistic grill in the lower hall were the colored globes, the soft light of which was beautiful in effect. The circular parlor with its . . . incandescent lights suspended from the ceiling at equal intervals around the room, was enough to turn it into fairyland. Fortunately, however, for all present, Mr. Orear had both gas and electricity, as the electric lights all went out early in the evening, and only for the beautiful light of the gas jets, that can always be depended on, the house would have been in total darkness. The parlor has a beautiful velvel carpet with pale green ground; American beauty roses in large clusters are seen to advantage in this room, the wood-work of which is white and gold. The drawing room with its decorations of La France roses and evergreens blending perfectly with the high art draperies, and floor coverings, made a fine setting for the many beautiful toilets of the guests. The dining room was most attractive in its wealth of pink carnations and pink and white roses. Wide pink satin ribbon with ropes of smilax, was festooned from the corners of the table to the chandelier above, a graceful bow making a finish. In the center in a rich piece of Rennaissance lace, stood a tall slender cut vase, resting on a mirror, in which were reflected the beautiful pink roses the filled the vase.

      Stationed in a niche in the side hall, seemingly built for that purpose, Iftiger and Ransberger’s orchestra furnished inspiring music, and par excellence was the verdict rendered with reference to this pleasant and outstanding feature. Refreshments were served in the large dining room to about thirty persons at a time, after which coffee and cake was served from the handsome table by two of Marshall’s most attractive young ladies, Miss Ethylene Jackson and Miss Georgian Fletcher, who each presided gracefully at the coffee urns. The luncheon was served by A. E. Loomis.



      Mrs Orear received her guests in a white organdie gown, the skirt made entraine with many tucks and rows of insertion – a perfect dream of a gown.

      Miss Bess Orear wore a handsome combination suit – a pink silk bodice with skirt of black silk crepon.

      Miss Jessie Sparks – White organdie made decollets, turquoise velvet bow, the beautiful skirt trimmed in narrow white ribbon shirred, and tucks and insertion.

      Miss Ethlyene Jackson – Pink organdie entraine. Carried big bouquet of pink roses.

      Miss Marmaduke appeared in a gown of blue organdie with trimmings of lace and ribbon that was strikingly becoming.

      Miss Fletcher – Pink silk gown made entraine with point lace trimmings, and La France roses.

      Miss Alice King wore a handsome gown of white silk beautifully made, corsage bouquet of pink carnations.

      Miss Etta Chastain appeared to an advantage in white organdie, made with many tucks and rows of insertion.

      Miss Laura Orear wore one of the prettiest gowns of the evening. It was a black parris muslin, with red silk gamp-plaiting and shearings of red silk, and ribbon.



January 27, 1900

Cape Girardeau Democrat, Cape Girardeau, Missouri, p. 1

A Love Affair Nipped in the Bud.

      A good story is going the rounds about a young Main street merchant who spent a week in St. 
Louis recently. While in the city he 
attended a matinee at Havlin's in
 company with another young man.
 He occupied a seat next to a swell
 West End society girl. With him it was a case of love at first sight. He
 confidently informed his friend that he was going to make a mash, and
 straightway proceeded to try. After vain attempts to engage her in conversation, which proved futile, he 
"accidentally" knocked her fan from her hand, which he picked up and returned to her in his usual graceful manner, with profuse apologies. Finding his advances met with a very 
cool reception he resolved, like the Spartan of old, to do or die. Finding a blank space on his programme, he wrote the following, feeling sure
 that when his business standing became known the young lady’s reserve
 would melt away: "My name is
 _____ of Cape Girardeau, Mo., of 
which place I am a well known and rising merchant. I crave the honor of your acquaintance, trusting that it may ripen into a sweet and tender friendship." After debating the subject with himself for two acts of the play, he finally found his courage rising to the task of presenting the 
programme to the young lady. After 
receiving it she broke into a disdainful laugh, and beneath where he had 
written she wrote: "It is utterly impossible." The Cape Girardeau 
young man was “utterly" crushed and took the next train for home. Since he arrived he has confided to 
several friends that he prefers Cape
Girardeau girls to St. Louis girls, as 
the latter don't know a good thing 
when they see it.



The True Democrat, St. Francisville, West Feliciana Parish, Louisiana, p. 2

Senator McEnery’s Speech


      Senator McEnery has the almost invariable knack of striking a popular chord, and his speech in the United States Senate, on Tuesday, in defense of Southern limitations of the suffrage and primarily in defense of the new Constitution of Louisiana has touched chords, which not alone in this state, but all over the Southland will respond with an orchestral burst of applause for the Senator himself.

      The constitution of North Carolina, modeled on that of Louisiana, was attacked, and naturally Senator McEnery felt some call to defend the one and incidentally the other. He urged the necessity of restricting the franchise, and in so doing, painted a realistic picture of what Louisiana has gone through, since the war, as the result of carpetbagism and negro domination. Doubtless, the Senate Chamber has never echoed to so full, so comprehensive and so true an account of the political regime which had brought Louisiana to a condition of bankruptcy and anarchy. He showed how by a mighty effort the yoke was thrown off, how Louisiana then prospered, and how it was only when another organized attempt to bring back former conditions was threatened that the new constitution was formed limiting the suffrage.

      But, he argued, this was done in such a way as to do no violence to the fifteenth amendment, since the restrictions imposed were NOT on account of race, color or previous condition of servitude, but were of a nature, that disfranchised whites as well as negroes, and had been previously sustained by the Supreme Court of the United States, as within the right of any state thus to limit the suffrage. Even the celebrated grand-father clause of the Louisiana constitution was in no way an injury to the negro, nor did it violate the Fifteenth amendment, because it did not restrict but extended the right of franchise.

      On the whole, it was a grand speech, and we thank our senator for so ably defending our state and its laws. In this connection, the only false note Mr. McEnery has struck was the emphatic telegram he sent to the Times-Democrat during the session of the constitutional convention declaring Section 5 unconstitutional. Of this telegram, he was reminded in the course of his speech, and it sounded rather tame that he must answer “he had changed his mind.” It teaches the lesson that public men should not state their opinions on important matters by telegram or for public prints, unless prepared to stand by them until death.

      But we hope the false note will be drowned in the loud paean of praise that goes out for the gallant defender of Louisiana’s new constitution.



January 28, 1900

Dubuque Daily Herald, Dubuque, Iowa, p. 9



McGregor Man First to Feel Official Grip of Sheriff Tom.




Brought Back to Answer for the Alleged Ruination of a 17 Year Old Maiden.


      Sheriff Conlin made his first arrest yesterday, the initial victim of his authority being Edward Faber, of McGregor.

      The specific charge against Edward is that he accomplished the ruination of a 17-year-old girl and he is brought back to face the music.

      The victim of his duplicity is a Dubuque maiden. She went from Dubuque to McGregor last summer and received employment in a hotel there. Faber boarded at the hotel, and in that way became acquainted with her. She returned to Dubuque last fall and he continued his attentions to her. He came to Dubuque several times and induced her to stay at local hotels with him. He visited at her home and members of her family claim she told them they were engaged.

      His last visit here was on Christmas, and she pressed him to redeem his promise of marriage, but he threw off the mask and bluntly told her he would not do it.

      She did not hear anything from him and laid the case before the authorities.

      Armed with a warrant Sheriff Conlin went to McGregor yesterday morning on the “Milwaukee.” He made quiet inquiries about the town, but could not find his man.

      Faber formerly farmed near McGregor and it is stated he owns a farm and other property near there, but for the past year he has been making his home in McGregor. No one had seen him for several days, and from the fact that he goes to the country frequently to stay several days, it was concluded that he was out there. Sheriff Conlin has enlisted the assistance of the marshal, and they had about concluded to give it up as a fruitless search.

      It was suggested that Faber might have gone north and might return on the train from North McGregor that the sheriff would return home on. Sheriff Conlin did not know Faber, so the marshal accompanied him to the depot. When the train stopped several stepped off and among them was one the marshal said was Faber. The train stopped only a minute and there was no time to lose. Sheriff Conlin stepped up, and laying his hand upon Faber’s shoulder hurriedly informed him who he was and that he had a warrant for him. Faber was scared speechless, and simply wilted. Sheriff Conlin was afraid the train would pull out before he could get his man aboard. The watchman, though, happened along opportunely and held the train. It was too dark to read the warrant, so Faber was hustled aboard and the warrant read to him in the car. After a while he recovered his self-possession and of course asserted his innocence, and that he was the victim of others. The girl in the case is a simple-minded, unsophisticated young woman, and had implicit confidence in him.



The Times, Richmond, Virginia, p. 13




Passed There Very Much as in Other Places in Our Land.




They are Treated With Social Equality in Colorado’s Capital


      DENVER, COL., Jan. 25. – Since my last letter the season for bestowing gifts has come and departed, and many of the numerous Christmas presents the world over, bestowed in the usual way, are already laid upon the top shelf where moth and dust will corrode. That being so does not mean that all gifts are thus treated; many there are that are fitting, and come at a fitting time and fill a long-felt want, both pleasing to receiver and giver. Upon the whole, outside of the juvenile world of little happy hearts easily made joyous, how much sham and mockery there is in this universal custom. Emerson has said:

      “The gift, to be true, must be the flowing of the giver unto me, correspondent to my flowing unto him. The only true gift is a portion of thyself. Therefore, the poet brings his poems; the shepherd his lamb; the farmer, corn; and so on.”

      Christmas in Denver is very much the same as in all other places; a holiday and a turkey dinner. Eighteen hundred and ninety-nine has passed into history; the figure 18, which has been in such constant use for a hundred years, can now have a rest. Thus the dawning of the nineteen hundred reminds us how fleeting the years, how soon they become “As a tale that is told.”

            “Time flies away fast,

            The while we never remember

            How soon our life here

            Grows old with the year

            That dies with the next December.”

      Between the busy hours of each day and the needed quiet rest of each evening I have found but little time for other things, hence all else has been neglected, The Times not excepted. If cold contracts, why is it that [having] one will make a fellow’s head feel as big as a house? When we have a head feeling to be about that size, we seldom have a corresponding inclination to use it, or to exercise the brain, which does not seem to expand in proportion to the said enlarged head. If a stranger in a strange land ever feels like being let alone, it is when under this “big head” condition. It is then when thoughts come of home and kindred, of the happy boyhood days when he was dosed with hot decoctions and rolled up in blankets for a good sweat. Not particularly happy moments just then, but they seem so in after life. Though a man may wander o’er the earth, meet and mingle with the stranger and the wanderer like himself, though he may form friendships and endeared associations, even acquire fame and wealth in a far-off part of the land, his outlook upon life may widen, but his heart never becomes estranged from his old home. The old house, the old garden, the emerald meadows where as a boy he had let down the bars and called the cattle in, these are imperishable pictures, finer, to his thought, than those of all the ancient masters of the earth, needing never to be restored, since the colors were perfect and unfading. There is not a wanderer, traveler or even a tramp upon the face of the earth but to him come such thoughts as regularly as the waxing and waning of the moon.

      I did not intend to refer to the moon or say a single word about that grand old luminary of the night, that faithful periodical visitor, who has performed her routine duties with unequalled regularity from the foundation of the world; yet full of changes. A wit has remarked that the only thing he has against the moon is, that she will “get full.”


      To make a radical change in the subject: I am often possessed of a mingled feeling of amusement and wonder at the urbane attention and social quality recognition extended by the people to the niggers; they call them Miss, Mrs. and Mr.; sit on the same seat with them in street-cars, and same pew in church, and not infrequently eat at the same table, and drink side by side at the soda-fountain. To a man who has been brought up to look upon them in their true light, a race distinctly alien to him by all the laws of nature to be thus suddenly placed in the midst of such social recognition, he feels as if he had been shaken up by an earthquake and came down into a jumbled mass of social deformity. To see an apparently dignified gentleman who when he meets his “colored acquaintance” (as he calls him) on the street, take him by the hand and say “Good morning, Mr. Black,” is an aspect bordering on social degeneration, at least so it strikes a Southerner, and leads him to wonder if the coloring-matter had by some mistake been left out of the said white man’s construction. It is all very well to endeavor to uplift the standard of the nigger, if he would remain uplifted. The effort of the North to educate a few of the blacks of the South and send them back to educate the balance has not proved a success; many of the so educated ones, when coming into mingling contact with the poor, shiftless masses gradually fall back into their condition before reaching the results aimed at the outset, and thus the last condition is no better than the first. The point I desire to raise, as found here, is the over-reached predominating social distinction, or removing the “coon” from his true and proper place where by nature he belongs. The fatuous social equality nigger has no cause to complain of Denver, where he is treated as though he were not a nigger. One would think the whole South would soon be emptied out here, with not enough left back there to shine your shoes. But the fact that it is not so is a proof that the nigger as a race is a nigger and nothing else; that he knows the Southerner is his best friend if he behaves himself. He feels that he has reached the acme of life when he gets plenty and enough to eat; anything more than that is a burden to him. A new generation has been born since freedom was granted the race, and to-day their condition in the South is worse than in ante-bellum times and days of slavery.                              J. S. I.



January 29, 1900

The San Francisco Call, San Francisco, California, p. 1



Crushing Defeat of General Buller’s Army Followed by Its Retreat Across the Tugela River – Some of Warren’s Men Hoist a White Flag and Surrender to the Boers.


Boer Head Laager, Ladysmith, Jan. 25, 7 p. m. – The British dead left on the battlefield yesterday numbered fifteen hundred.

      LONDON, Jan. 28. – General Buller’s dispatch to the War Office states that the Spion Kop was abandoned on account of lack of water, inability to bring artillery there and the heavy Boer fire. General Buller gives no list of casualties. His whole force withdrew south of the Tugela River, with the evident intention of reaching Ladysmith by another route.

      The Boers say the British lost 1500 killed Wednesday. It is believed here this includes the wounded. The Boers also claim that 150 of the English troops surrendered at Spion Kop.



The Brownsville Daily Herald, Brownsville, Texas, p. 1



      Moscow, Jan. 25. – Count Leo Tolstoi in an interview published in the Russky Listok denounces the war in South Africa as showing the “sordid and soulless commercialism that rules the world.” He says: “I hope daily to hear of a British reverse. It is incomprehensible to me that England, boasting herself to be the land of freedom, should wish to crush out small republics which have never done her the slightest injury.”



The Lewiston Daily Sun, Lewiston, Maine, p. 3


To the Editor of the Sun:

            "Religion . . . is this: to visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted from the world."

      Religion is here represented as consisting of two elements. One of them is charity, which sends a person out into the world to minister to and help it. The other is purity, which guides a person through the world, and guards and protects him from it.

      The first brings him into touch and sympathy with man and makes him thus the incarnation of the human. The second brings him into touch and sympathy with God and makes him thus the incarnation of the divine. And both together constitute the religious sphere in which he finds and lives on earth his largest possible life.

      The good book says you shall not put the wine cup to your brother’s lips as a stumbling block in his path.

      Did you ever see a rumseller in a prayer room, or did you ever see one making a prayer? No, I don’t think you ever did, or ever will.

      Liquor selling is a crime. It makes crime. The laws of the State say it is a crime. Rumselling should be a state prison crime. It commits more murder than all of the rest of troubles combined. It leaves ruin and desolation in its path. There is not a minister or priest on earth that will get a rumseller into the promised land I think.                                                           Auburn.



January 30, 1900

The Free Lance, Fredricksburg, Virginia, p. 1

Fabulous Sum for Trousseau.

      No less a sum than $1,500,000 has been assigned by the Emperor of Japan for the purchase of the trousseau of the bride of his son and heir, this enormous expenditure being rendered necessary by the fact that the future Empress of Japan requires a complete European outfit and likewise an equally comprehensive native trousseau. The bride of the Crown Prince is only fifteen years of age. She is not pretty, but her face gives indications of the same strength of character as the present Empress of Japan. The crown prince himself is twenty years of age.


Where Wives Are Luxuries.

     Wives in Tanganyika, Africa, are considered a luxury, and even in Zululand they cost from $150 to $800, but on the Tanganyika plateau one can be had for five or six goats. One goat equals 15 to 20 cents, therefore, one wife equals $1.20.


It is stated that Capt. T. Spicer Curlett is preparing to leave for South Africa, and that his actions in Baltimore are being watched by an unknown man. When asked if the report were true, Capt. Curlett said: “I have not been molested in any way, nor do I expect to be, for I am a law-abiding American citizen.” He, however, said he believed he was being watched.



The Compiler, Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, p. 1



                                                LAS PINAS, P. I. [Phillipine Islands]

                                                Sunday, Dec. 10, 1899


      I have just received a letter from Mamma, dated October 23rd, and as I have nothing in particular to do I will drop you a few lines. I wrote to Mamma from Honolulu, H. I., which letter I suppose reached you safely. I also wrote a letter home the day we left “Frisco,” Cal.

      We arrived in Manila Bay Nov. 22nd, and stayed on board ship until the next day, when we were taken to the old barracks, in Manila, formerly used by the Spaniards, where we stayed until the next day, when we received orders to re-inforce the south line which was held by the 4th Infantry, 5th Artillery and 14th Infantry Regulars. We left Manila about 3 P. M., taking small boats to cross the bay at a point called Bacoor, north of Cavite, at 11 P. M. We were compelled to wade to shore where we lay all night in our wet clothes and blankets. In the morning we “hiked” to Imus [?], six miles to the left of the line, and camped overnight. At this place, on Oct. 4th, the Fourth had one of the hottest “scraps” that have occurred on the Island. We started back at 5 a. m., dropping companies at every town or rather at every church. B and O companies are at Bacoor, on the extreme right, with headquarters at Bacoor, which is the point of supply for the line in marching through this country. A regiment marches single file, 8 men on each side, with flankers thrown out to prevent a surprise. Any one that thinks they will get into battle the moment they arrive here will be greatly disappointed. Of course there are skirmishes and a few flankers and men doing out-post duty killed each day but hardly any attention is paid to that. The American army is simply acting on the defensive; only when a town is attacked does it become the aggressor.

      A number of prisoners are taken each day and left go the next. This is quite a funny war. The enemy is in sight almost continuously yet hardly any fighting worth mentioning. We are, however, expecting a general advance soon, which will, I hope, give us plenty of fighting as the troops on the north line are driving the “niggers” down our way.

      At night, the out-post guard on seeing an insurgent yells, “Teegal!” which means halt, and if the party challenged makes a move they bury him the next day. No “monkey business” is tolerated after dark. When “Taps” are sounded, at 8 p. m., not a Filipino is to be found anywhere.

      I am fast learning to speak this language, which is half Spanish, and I am also becoming a confirmed eater of fruit, which grows in great abundance.

      Our regiment was the only one to arrive here in blue and the heat almost killed us, but since we have the kahkee we are more comfortable. The natives were nothing but a necktie and a smile and are a smart set, especially the “kids.” They all carry a long knife, which they call a “bolo,” and, to your face are “amigo’s,” which means friend, but when your back is turned they are apt to hit you.

      I think there is something in the wind for I heard the Colonel ask about traveling rations this morning. That, probably, means a “hike” somewhere. If we get in a scrap our regiment may make a record. We drill two hours each day – early in  the morning and late in the evening – thus keeping up our discipline. Our grub is – well, on Thanksgiving we had “sowbelly” and rice; for Christmas we expect rice and “sowbelly.”

      I had a slight attack of fever, after we left Honolulu, which lasted six days. I have not seen any of the “boys” from home since coming here, but as the 19th is in Iloilo and the 12th on the north line I expect to see some of them when we move. Hoping that this  may find all well at home I remain your brother,


P. S. – My address is Co. B, 28th U. S. V., Manila, P. I.



January 31, 1900

Lawrence Daily World, Lawrence, Kansas, p. 6



Brought Here by the Agricultural Department for the Benefit of American Farmers.


      During the last year the United States department of agriculture has had four agricultural explorers at work in different parts of the world, having in view the introduction into the United States of such seeds and plants as may prove to be of economic value. Prof. Mark A. Carleton has just returned from Russia. He is confident that some of the seeds he secured will prove of benefit. He mentions a winter rye which is grown at Ust-sisolsk, which is in about 60 degrees north latitude. The climatic conditions are similar to those of Labrador. It is believed this rye will do well in Alaska.

      The cereal that promises best results is the Kubanka wheat from the Kuban territory, in the Volga region. While this is a spring wheat in Russia, it is believed it can be changed to a winter wheat here. It is hardier than any of our wheats, and is the great bread wheat of the Volga region. This wheat needs a warm climate and is expected to give good results in Texas, No-Man’s-Land, western Kansas and eastern Colorado. It does best in Russia, where the annual rainfall is only 15 inches. In western Kansas the annual rainfall is 18 inches.

      A variety called Polish wheat, which was obtained, has the largest grain of all wheat in the world, the average length of kernels being about five-sixteenths of an inch. Like the Kubanka, it is exceedingly hard, but is not a bread wheat. Its use is in pastry and as a macaroni wheat. The Polish wheat needs a warm climate.

      Several varieties of broom millet are to come. These are for cold, dry climates. They are grown in Russia for the seeds principally and are used for food in the way of soups and gruels. It is possible that we may thus add something desirable to our dietary. Two varieties of oats, the Swedish and Tobolsk, are expected to be the thing needful in the dry, cold regions of the west. The government importation is from this selected seed. The other variety is from Tobolsk, in the northern part of Siberia, where it is dry and cold.

      The total importations amount to about 30 varieties of cereals and forage plants, besides vegetable seeds and melons.



Lewiston Morning Tribune, Lewiston, Idaho, p. 4



Montana State Senator Tells How He Got Money.




Didn’t Actually Sell His Vote, but Found Money in His Room that he Appropriated.


      Washington, Jan. 30. – J. H. Geiger was the first witness today before the committee investigating the election of Clark of Montana. When questioned regarding money deposited in the First National Bank of Kalispell, he admitted a transaction amounting to $2,500 and stated he had won $2,000 at poker and faro.

      “You were a state senator at the time – did you know it was a misdemeanor to play faro?”

      “Well, I was about as conscientious in that matter as some other Montana officials.”

      “How do you explain the fact the you had so much better luck at faro after you entered the legislature than before?” asked Senator Chandler of Geiger.

      “Why, senator,” was the reply, “I did not have. I have lived in Montana for twenty-two years and having fallen into the ways of the people soon after going there, I had frequently in early days won more than I did after my election to the state senate.” All told Geiger said he had in his possession $3000 when he reached Libby after going home with the legislature.

      “Where did you get the amount that you have not already accounted for?”

      “I can’t tell without uncovering my private affairs.”

      “Do you decline to tell?”

      “I do.”

      Senator Chandler informed the witness that he must reply.

      “To be frank,” said the witness, “there were other ways of getting money in Helena during the session of the legislature. I was approached at different times to vote for different bills.”

      “Did you take any money in that way?”

      “I don’t know; I never sold my vote, but I got money.”

      The witness said: “I found a package in my room containing $1100 and I have since used the money. It was the time that corporation bill No. 132 was up. I took the money, put it in my pocket and used it and from that time to the present have never said a word about it.”



 From the Journal of Surgical Technology, July 1900, p. 31

Advances in Surgery

Published by Technique Publishing Co., N.Y.

 Dr. Frederick A. Packard, I was asked to see in the medical wards of the Phila
delphia Hospital a patient under his care suffering from appendicitis. I found a 
man about forty years of age, who had been admitted to the institution the night 
before. He stated that he had been sick for two days previous to his admission, 
and the case presented all the symptoms of beginning suppurative appendicitis. 
I advised immediate operation. On opening the abdomen the viscera were found
 to be thoroughly adherent. The omentum was loosened by dissection, and the adhesions separated until the appendix was exposed. It was firmly adherent to surrounding structures, especially the tip of the organ, which was bound down to the 
floor of the pelvis. On separating the appendix a small abscess was ruptured, 
which discharged about a tablespoonful of fetid pus. The appendix was then
 freed, with the exception of what seemed to be a slight adhesion of the tip of the
 organ in the depths of the pelvis; on breaking up this attachment there was a gush
 of venous blood which instantly filled the wound. A large piece of iodoform gauze
 was packed firmly in the wound and controlled the bleeding temporarily; as soon
 as it was disturbed, however, free hemorrhage immediately followed. Being uncertain what vein had been torn, and suspecting that it was either the internal iliac
or one of its large branches, it was deemed safest to attempt to ligate the vessel. 
I directed the assistant to very slowly turn the gauze packing which was in contact
 with the pelvic wall backward toward the abdominal cavity; as he did this I followed the opening with a pair of hemostatic forceps until the bottom of the wound 
was reached, when I observed that blood began to ooze from beneath the gauze. 
The forceps were quickly passed beneath the packing and the bleeding vessel secured. The gauze was then removed, and I observed that a large vein had been 
clamped, but its depth in the pelvis was so great, and the surrounding adhesions
 were so complete, it was impossible to apply a ligature, and it became necessary 
to leave the forceps in situ, allowing the handle of the instrument to protude just 
above the incision in the skin. A small amount of iodoform gauze was packed 
around the forceps and the wound closed in the usual manner. The forceps were 
not removed until the seventh day. No further hemorrhage occurred and the 
patient made an uninterrupted recovery.