(The Spirit is pleased to share with our readers vignettes of life in the 19th century as originally reported in past issues of the newspapers. These reproduced stories include their original headlines and spelling.)
March 4, 1896
Grasshoppers in February
Last Friday was a warm, sunshiny day, but a man who wanted to go bass fishing would scarcely have thought of looking for grasshoppers for bait. However, had he been on the side hill just south of town, he might have found plenty of them. Henry and Frank Luhring were at work over there making ties. They noticed in the dead grass were some signs of life. They looked."Grasshoppers!" exclaimed one. "Nonsense!" said the other.
But upon closer investigation they discovered that they were in fact genuine grasshoppers. They tried to catch some, but they were too lively. Towards night the air grew cooler, and the limbs of the Grasshoppers became stiff and cumbersome. Then they were easily captured, and several of them were brought to town to convince the skeptical that grasshoppers may flourish in February, and live adjacent to big snow drifts.
We have two of them in a bottle in our sanctum with which to prove the truth of this story. Come in and see them.
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A Valuable Horse Killed
William Meanor, of Marchand, was coming to town last Wednesday with a load of hay. Another wagon loaded with hay was just in front. Coming down the hill on the Indiana road just above Punxsutawney, the wagon began slipping on the icy road and pushed the horses forward with considerable force. The brake failed to work, and the efforts of the horses to hold it back, broke the neck-yoke. One of the horses was precipitated against the end of a pole which projected from the wagon in front, which penetrated its breast to the depth of a foot, killing it instantly.
The animal was a valuable one, the owner having refused a hundred dollars for it a short time previous. Bruce Streams, who drove the front team, assisted Mr. Meanor in getting his hay to town, and also in getting his wagon home.
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What this town needs, as we have frequently said before, is a market-house. It would be a great accommodation all around, because it would bring buyer and seller together. When a farmer came to town with his produce he would know where to dispose of it, and when a man living in town wanted farm products, he would know where to get them. Let us take some steps towards securing a market-house. What do you say?
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The Ivy Club is the name of a social organization of young men at Walston, designed for the improvement and enjoyment of the youth of that town. There is no reason why it should not become a popular organization, as it is composed of very proper young men.