Way Back When

(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.)

Local Intelligence
February 19, 1896

Jesse Foltz has returned from the Pacific coast. He says this country is good enough for him. The only town between here and San Francisco, he declares, that is livelier than Punxsutawney, is Cripple Creek, Colorado.
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A case of prolonged hiccoughs in an old man of 78, which had lasted for twelve days, was cured after he had exhausted every remedy he could find, by giving the patient some strong snuff. This set him to sneezing and stopped the hiccoughs at once.
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A Hillsdale woman says that to test her husband as to whether he is sober or not, she asks him when he comes home each evening to repeat the sentence, "The artillery vanquished the conflagration early."
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A silver dollar coined in the United States in 1804 and in good condition is now worth $500. Have you got one salted down in the old stocking?
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Don't trade with peddlers, nor transient firms who come here to locate for a week and then skip. Some of them mean to beat you, any of them are liable to. Trade with your local merchant; he knows you and strives to please you in order to make your trade continuous. He helps pay your taxes and builds up the town. Not so with the roustabout fakir, he beats you to-day and goes to the next town to-morrow where he tells of your gullibility. Don't patronize him.--Ex.

(February 26, 1896)
Complaint comes to us from Adrian that a number of boys in that community are in the habit of congregating about thecoke ovens to play poker. That is a demoralizing business, and should not be permitted. We have been requested to warn those who engage in the practice to cease, else they will be dealt with in a manner they will not enjoy. A hint to the wise should be sufficient.
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We are under profound obligations to Alex Riston, of Reynoldsville, for a box of nice cigars called Bhatiga. They are bang-up cigars. Mr. Riston knows how to blend the weeds of various climes into combinations that make a very comforting decoction when operated upon by the chemical action of fire. We do not, of course, advise anybody to smoke. It is a bad habit. But if you must smoke, smoke Riston's cigars.