Nov 5, 1909
Wild Witches of Halloween
Tricks That Make Angels Weep and Strong Men Swear.
The boys of Ouray did no grave damage on Halloween, it being a Saturday and a flurry of snow upon the ground, but signs and ash cans were mysteriously switched around, steps were greased so the ascending pedestrian coming in late to his home occasionally slid back a few steps and caused grave suspician in the heart of his loving wife that maybe he had been flirting with the witches himself, and partaken of a drop too much of the Halloween spirits, or some other spirit not drawn from nature's pump. Tarred door knobs also caused words not exactly appropriate for the Sabbath evening, but on the whole the behavior of the lads of the town was much better than in former years and their fun was mostly of an innocent nature.
Halloween is an ancient festival. As to just where and how it originated history does not throw a clear light. The practices observed, however, are said to be of Pagan origin, being so closely associated with the belief in the supernatural influences which are appealed to in most of the rites of the occasion. In the northern part of England it is called Nutcrack Night. In Scotland the ceremonies were formerly regarded in a highly superstitious light and some of that belief still lingers with the Scots. The chief object in consulting the future was to discover who was destined to be the partner in life. Popular belief ascribed to children born at Halloween the faculty of perceiving and holding converse with supernatural beings.
The present day modes and styles of celebrating the evening are a wide departure from those in vogue a century ago. Now it is essentially a children's festival and the old folks take buut little heed, except to try and hold their tempers and remember that when they were young they perpetrated tricks diabolical enough to be really ascribed to devils, hobgoblins and witches that sailed through the air on broomsticks. This year the broomstick was thrown aside and the witch arrived in an automobile, and probably next year she can go up to the moon in an aeroplane.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Monday, October 28, 2013
Don't Pour Gas in the Cracks
July 13, 1911
Family of Five Burned
Gasoline Explosion Kills Parents and Children
Flammable Stuff Put in Cracks to Kill Bugs Catches Fire With Fatal Results
(Special to Daily Press)
Grand Junction, Colo July 13
O.J. Williams, pumpman on the Rio Grand and Western Railroad, his wife and three small daughters are dead today the result of a gasoline explosion at Ruby. Two of the children were so badly burned that nothing was found except their skulls and leg bones. The gasoline was poured into the cracks of the floor to kill bugs. The cause of the ignition is unknown.
July 21, 1911
Five Burned to Death; One Drowned
Grand Junction - The terrible toll which fire and water took near this city is six lives, when a gasoline explosion killed every member of one family except one, and the waters of the Grand river claimed their fourth victim for this summer. The dead are:
O. J. Williams, horribly burned on all parts of his body;
Florence Williams, aged 8, lungs seared with flames;
Cleo Williams, aged 6, killed by force of explosion;
Roxie Williams, aged 10, killed by force of explosion;
Mrs. O. J. Williams, with flesh dropping off, was taken to a hospital where she died.
C. A. Wolfkill, drowned.
Family of Five Burned
Gasoline Explosion Kills Parents and Children
Flammable Stuff Put in Cracks to Kill Bugs Catches Fire With Fatal Results
(Special to Daily Press)
Grand Junction, Colo July 13
O.J. Williams, pumpman on the Rio Grand and Western Railroad, his wife and three small daughters are dead today the result of a gasoline explosion at Ruby. Two of the children were so badly burned that nothing was found except their skulls and leg bones. The gasoline was poured into the cracks of the floor to kill bugs. The cause of the ignition is unknown.
July 21, 1911
Five Burned to Death; One Drowned
Grand Junction - The terrible toll which fire and water took near this city is six lives, when a gasoline explosion killed every member of one family except one, and the waters of the Grand river claimed their fourth victim for this summer. The dead are:
O. J. Williams, horribly burned on all parts of his body;
Florence Williams, aged 8, lungs seared with flames;
Cleo Williams, aged 6, killed by force of explosion;
Roxie Williams, aged 10, killed by force of explosion;
Mrs. O. J. Williams, with flesh dropping off, was taken to a hospital where she died.
C. A. Wolfkill, drowned.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Bear Killer!
July 21, 1911
Woman Kills Bear
Windsor - Left at camp, near Chamber's lake, while her husband and brother went fishing, Mrs. John Cable of Windsor gave them a big surprise on their return when she showed a bear which she had shot and killed in their absence.
What a lady!
Woman Kills Bear
Windsor - Left at camp, near Chamber's lake, while her husband and brother went fishing, Mrs. John Cable of Windsor gave them a big surprise on their return when she showed a bear which she had shot and killed in their absence.
What a lady!
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Cremation in 1883
Oct 24 1883
Cremated
Washington, PA Oct 23
The remains of Mr. Kronberg, of Chicago, who died on August 4, and whose body was embalmed, arrived here at eleven o'clock this morning and was taken to the crematory. The body came in a pine box, it being the intention to burn box and all, but upon arrival at the crematory the body was taken out wrapped in a sheet and saturated with alum water. Incineration was accomplished quickly, owing to the state of the body.
Cremated
Washington, PA Oct 23
The remains of Mr. Kronberg, of Chicago, who died on August 4, and whose body was embalmed, arrived here at eleven o'clock this morning and was taken to the crematory. The body came in a pine box, it being the intention to burn box and all, but upon arrival at the crematory the body was taken out wrapped in a sheet and saturated with alum water. Incineration was accomplished quickly, owing to the state of the body.
Friday, October 25, 2013
Run Run Run Run Runaway
July 1911
Elopers Flee
Babies Left Behind
Sheriff Fautz is tracking two elopers today. On complain that Mrs. Tillie Sterret, wife of A. J. Sterret of What Cheer, had eloped with James Brainerd, of that village, from the hope of the woman's uncle, the sheriff of Johnson ounty was put on the scent, as it was thought the pair came this way.
Relatives Hunt
Her brother Elmer Day, and her uncle, J. R. Griffith, of Lytle City, near Parnell, also came here today hunting the missing woman, who was visiting Mr. Griffith when she left home, driving away in an old buggy, behind a blind horse, to make unromantic features of a rather sensational case.
A sad feature of the case is that three children are left behind by the forgetful wife and mother. She is 26 and her "friend" is 25 and single. Strangely enough, when the woman went to her uncle's home, her brother, Jim, and her husband accompanied her. The husband was there, last night, at nine, when the couple drove away. The husband, with three empty mouths calling him at home, went back, and is working on the farm now while officers and the relatives of Mrs. Sterrett are pursuing her in the hope of coaxing her back from her madness.
Her madness? LOL - I wish I could hear her half of the story.
Elopers Flee
Babies Left Behind
Sheriff Fautz is tracking two elopers today. On complain that Mrs. Tillie Sterret, wife of A. J. Sterret of What Cheer, had eloped with James Brainerd, of that village, from the hope of the woman's uncle, the sheriff of Johnson ounty was put on the scent, as it was thought the pair came this way.
Relatives Hunt
Her brother Elmer Day, and her uncle, J. R. Griffith, of Lytle City, near Parnell, also came here today hunting the missing woman, who was visiting Mr. Griffith when she left home, driving away in an old buggy, behind a blind horse, to make unromantic features of a rather sensational case.
A sad feature of the case is that three children are left behind by the forgetful wife and mother. She is 26 and her "friend" is 25 and single. Strangely enough, when the woman went to her uncle's home, her brother, Jim, and her husband accompanied her. The husband was there, last night, at nine, when the couple drove away. The husband, with three empty mouths calling him at home, went back, and is working on the farm now while officers and the relatives of Mrs. Sterrett are pursuing her in the hope of coaxing her back from her madness.
Her madness? LOL - I wish I could hear her half of the story.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Obituary of Sallie Ketner
Death of Aged Hermit.
Bernvile, Pa., Feb. 2. 1885
Sallie Ketner, a mountain hermit, died yesterday in the 85th year of her age. She lived for forty-eighty years in a hut which stood midway between Bernville and Shartlesville. She owned thirty acres of ground. The hut was a very dilapidated structure. The roof was so full of holes that she frequently used an umbrella to keep herself dry in rainy weather. Finally the hut tumbled in and Miss Ketner was taken out of the ruins and found to be fatally injured. Several of her dogs were killed by the falling timbers. The woman was fond of dogs and owned about a dozen. She was taken to the house of Frederick Epting, who cared for her up to her death. A number of men at one time went to her place and killed a number of her dogs because they thought they had enough to do to provide for the old lady. She began her hermit life about fifty years ago, owing to a disappointment in love. She was frequently seen on foot in the chase following her pack of hounds over the hills. When old age came on the farmers in the valley cared for her.
Bernvile, Pa., Feb. 2. 1885
Sallie Ketner, a mountain hermit, died yesterday in the 85th year of her age. She lived for forty-eighty years in a hut which stood midway between Bernville and Shartlesville. She owned thirty acres of ground. The hut was a very dilapidated structure. The roof was so full of holes that she frequently used an umbrella to keep herself dry in rainy weather. Finally the hut tumbled in and Miss Ketner was taken out of the ruins and found to be fatally injured. Several of her dogs were killed by the falling timbers. The woman was fond of dogs and owned about a dozen. She was taken to the house of Frederick Epting, who cared for her up to her death. A number of men at one time went to her place and killed a number of her dogs because they thought they had enough to do to provide for the old lady. She began her hermit life about fifty years ago, owing to a disappointment in love. She was frequently seen on foot in the chase following her pack of hounds over the hills. When old age came on the farmers in the valley cared for her.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Eloped!
Feb 7 1885
A Scranton Girl Elopes
A dispatch dated Scranton Jan 31st says: Lizzie Bogart, the charming 18 year-old daughter of Assistant Superintendent Garrett Bogart, of the Delaware, Lackawanna and Western Railroad, has caused a social sensation by eloping with a young brakeman named George J. Fowler, who is employed on a passenger train between Buffalo and New York. Fowler is not much more than 20 years old and quite handsome. The young people met accidentally shortly after Miss Bogart's return home from Europe with her father a few months ago, and the acquaintance has been continued until it ripened into love. They usually met at the skating rink in Scranton.
Of course the lovers knew that Superintendent Bogart would never consent to their union, and so shortly after five o'clock Friday evening, accompanied by Fowler's sister, they went to the office of Alderman Fuller and were married. When the Alderman asked Miss Bogart if she was related to Superintendent Bogart she replied that she was a sister, and he believed her. After the ceremony the party drove a short distance out of town and had a friendly engineer stop his train to take them on board. After reaching Binghamton, Fowler telegraphed the news of their marriage to Superintendent Bogart, who is very much incensed over the affair.
Miss Bogart is pretty and accomplished, and had hosts of friends in Scranton.
Ahh love :)
A Scranton Girl Elopes
A dispatch dated Scranton Jan 31st says: Lizzie Bogart, the charming 18 year-old daughter of Assistant Superintendent Garrett Bogart, of the Delaware, Lackawanna and Western Railroad, has caused a social sensation by eloping with a young brakeman named George J. Fowler, who is employed on a passenger train between Buffalo and New York. Fowler is not much more than 20 years old and quite handsome. The young people met accidentally shortly after Miss Bogart's return home from Europe with her father a few months ago, and the acquaintance has been continued until it ripened into love. They usually met at the skating rink in Scranton.
Of course the lovers knew that Superintendent Bogart would never consent to their union, and so shortly after five o'clock Friday evening, accompanied by Fowler's sister, they went to the office of Alderman Fuller and were married. When the Alderman asked Miss Bogart if she was related to Superintendent Bogart she replied that she was a sister, and he believed her. After the ceremony the party drove a short distance out of town and had a friendly engineer stop his train to take them on board. After reaching Binghamton, Fowler telegraphed the news of their marriage to Superintendent Bogart, who is very much incensed over the affair.
Miss Bogart is pretty and accomplished, and had hosts of friends in Scranton.
Ahh love :)
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Cat vs Dog
Nov 1, 1912
Cat Kills a Bulldog
A large Angora cat owned by Mrs. Henry Lindley of Venice, Cal., attacked and killed a full-blooded English bulldog, owned by J. C. Fromeyer, at Venice. Within two minutes the bulldog, bleeding and helpless, fell upon the sand. The cat then leaped upon the dog's head and with claws and teeth severed the animal's jugular vein.
I thought dogs were supposed to chase cats! I'd watch out now...
Cat Kills a Bulldog
A large Angora cat owned by Mrs. Henry Lindley of Venice, Cal., attacked and killed a full-blooded English bulldog, owned by J. C. Fromeyer, at Venice. Within two minutes the bulldog, bleeding and helpless, fell upon the sand. The cat then leaped upon the dog's head and with claws and teeth severed the animal's jugular vein.
I thought dogs were supposed to chase cats! I'd watch out now...
Monday, October 21, 2013
Squash: The Autumn Fruit!
Oct 1913
There was a squash of the banana variety, on exhibition at the Akers & Turner store this week that is the finest thing of it's kind we ever saw in this section. It was grown by Mrs. C. A. Keith and weighed 79 pounds. And in the Bayfield Mercantile company's store is a winter radish grown by F. E. Leeka that weighs about 1/4th as much. Great country for vegetables - and everything that any soil on earth produces.
There was a squash of the banana variety, on exhibition at the Akers & Turner store this week that is the finest thing of it's kind we ever saw in this section. It was grown by Mrs. C. A. Keith and weighed 79 pounds. And in the Bayfield Mercantile company's store is a winter radish grown by F. E. Leeka that weighs about 1/4th as much. Great country for vegetables - and everything that any soil on earth produces.
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Saturday, October 19, 2013
Giving No Thanks for Thanksgiving
Dec 13, 1905
Stolen!
Horace De Moss of Colorado City was so incensed at the theft of his thirty-pound prize turkey, which was stolen from his hen coop Thanksgiving morning, that he offered $5 reward for the conviction of the thief.
Damn turkey thieves! I wonder if he ever caught whodunit.
Stolen!
Horace De Moss of Colorado City was so incensed at the theft of his thirty-pound prize turkey, which was stolen from his hen coop Thanksgiving morning, that he offered $5 reward for the conviction of the thief.
Damn turkey thieves! I wonder if he ever caught whodunit.
Friday, October 18, 2013
And Now For Some Corn!
Nov 21 1903
Missouri Corn
Here are three stories of Missouri corn. One is an echo of last year's bumper crop.
Three boys nine, sixteen and eighteen years old, respectively- took a contract to cultivate a 540 acre field, which was to be put in corn. They were to receive 12 cents a bushel or the crop from the owner of the field. The land produced 34,621 bushels and the boys divided up $4,154.52 for their summer's work.
The other stories concern this years crop.
"Ed" Turley, of Millersburg, found a large ear of corn which had nine smaller ears sprouting from the top.
W. H. Shaeffer, of Avila, went to interview William Fanning, on shares. There was a dispute and Mrs. Fanning hit Mr. Shaffer over the head with an ear of corn. Concussion of the brain was the result.
Haha! Hit with corn - classic!
Missouri Corn
Here are three stories of Missouri corn. One is an echo of last year's bumper crop.
Three boys nine, sixteen and eighteen years old, respectively- took a contract to cultivate a 540 acre field, which was to be put in corn. They were to receive 12 cents a bushel or the crop from the owner of the field. The land produced 34,621 bushels and the boys divided up $4,154.52 for their summer's work.
The other stories concern this years crop.
"Ed" Turley, of Millersburg, found a large ear of corn which had nine smaller ears sprouting from the top.
W. H. Shaeffer, of Avila, went to interview William Fanning, on shares. There was a dispute and Mrs. Fanning hit Mr. Shaffer over the head with an ear of corn. Concussion of the brain was the result.
Haha! Hit with corn - classic!
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Beware Rampaging Bulls!
Sept 11, 1925
Bull Kills a Horse
Filiase DeGree, when in the south end of the valley Tuesday morning, narrowly escaped injury from a mad bull. Fil was driving a bunch of cattle out of a pasture and his dogs had them running in an excited manner when the bull came out and attacked the horse he was riding, running a horn into the horse's breast clear to the heart and killing it. After the dogs had chased the infuriated animal away from the horse he went up to it and then hot-footed it for safety. Fil hid behind a clump of Willows until the bull was some distance away from the dead horse.
Those bulls are dangerous!
Bull Kills a Horse
Filiase DeGree, when in the south end of the valley Tuesday morning, narrowly escaped injury from a mad bull. Fil was driving a bunch of cattle out of a pasture and his dogs had them running in an excited manner when the bull came out and attacked the horse he was riding, running a horn into the horse's breast clear to the heart and killing it. After the dogs had chased the infuriated animal away from the horse he went up to it and then hot-footed it for safety. Fil hid behind a clump of Willows until the bull was some distance away from the dead horse.
Those bulls are dangerous!
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
That Poor Dog
Aug 31, 1928
Brownie
Brownie is dead. He wasn't much of a pup, just an ordinary scrub dog, but beloved by Betty Ann of the Pilot household. He never won any prizes at a dog show; he had no fine points. He was just a faithful, affectionate dog.
A few years ago a stray dog, homeless, helpless, probably desperate, feeling the urge of motherhood, crawled under a strange porch and took part in the miracle of creation. There were seven of the offspring, woolly, playful little fellows. It was our porch. It was the first haven that offered. It was a safe haven.
Betty Ann secured good homes for them all. She kept Brownie. In the exuberance of his spirits he chased automobiles and sometimes barked as people passed the house, but he never harmed anyone and was faithful to his mistress.
Some heartless human being poisoned Brownie. When he got the lethal potion he didn't make any fuss about it, he just crawled off by himself and kept quiet while the poison gnawed at his vitals. Dogs are like that. His big liquid brown eyes showed gratitude and appreciation for a friendly word or a pat on the head, but he preferred to be alone with his agony. Then he crawled further into the weeds and died.
If the person who poisoned a harmless and faithful dog and brought grief to the little girl who was his loving mistress can get any satisfaction out of his cowardly act he is welcome to it.
People still do this for no reason. I don't understand why some people are just jerks.
Brownie
Brownie is dead. He wasn't much of a pup, just an ordinary scrub dog, but beloved by Betty Ann of the Pilot household. He never won any prizes at a dog show; he had no fine points. He was just a faithful, affectionate dog.
A few years ago a stray dog, homeless, helpless, probably desperate, feeling the urge of motherhood, crawled under a strange porch and took part in the miracle of creation. There were seven of the offspring, woolly, playful little fellows. It was our porch. It was the first haven that offered. It was a safe haven.
Betty Ann secured good homes for them all. She kept Brownie. In the exuberance of his spirits he chased automobiles and sometimes barked as people passed the house, but he never harmed anyone and was faithful to his mistress.
Some heartless human being poisoned Brownie. When he got the lethal potion he didn't make any fuss about it, he just crawled off by himself and kept quiet while the poison gnawed at his vitals. Dogs are like that. His big liquid brown eyes showed gratitude and appreciation for a friendly word or a pat on the head, but he preferred to be alone with his agony. Then he crawled further into the weeds and died.
If the person who poisoned a harmless and faithful dog and brought grief to the little girl who was his loving mistress can get any satisfaction out of his cowardly act he is welcome to it.
People still do this for no reason. I don't understand why some people are just jerks.
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