(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
(May 6, 1896)
(A follow-up to “Died of His Injuries” from last week.)
Policeman Palmer arrested Joseph Carey, accused of complicity in the brutal assault upon Victor Corretti, at DuBois, which resulted in his death. Carey was on a coal train with a companion named Thomas Garthaway when Palmer heard of it. He had the train stopped, and arrested both of them and took them to the lock-up for safe-keeping. Carey is only eighteen years old, and seemed much surprised to hear that Corretti was dead. He said he had taken no part in the affair excepting to defend himself.
• • •

Our First Trolly Accident
The trolly cars made their advent in this town three years ago, and the first accident occurred yesterday evening. A little son of Charles de Ferrari, aged about five years, was returning from school at Clayville, and when the car slowed up at the railroad crossing attempted to get on, when its foot was caught under a wheel and crushed from the instep diagonally across the great toe. Dr. Grube, who dressed the wound, says he fears that amputation may be necessary.

• • •
A Funny Joke
Last Friday evening Henry North, constable of McCalmont township, took a prisoner into ‘Squire Morrison’s office at Cortes. Presently, in a nonchalant way, Mr. North took a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket, and was toying with them, when Harry Braughler, a youth who was present, asked to see how they worked. In order to illustrate the manner of their manipulation he placed them on the young man’s wrists. They locked with a spring, and his hands were securely fastened together. Suddenly Henry exclaimed: “By George! I haven’t the the key with me.”

The others thought he was joking in order to frighten the boy. But the constable was serious. And the worst of it was he didn’t know where the key was.

The situation was laughable for the onlookers, but very trying for the young man. It was doubtful if the key could be obtained that night. It was either at Eleanora or Punxsutawney, and at best it would be three to four hours before any one could go and get it.

The young man wore the cuffs about an hour and a half ... And then, with the aid of a hammer and coal chisel, the cuffs were cut off, much to the young man’s relief, who is now sufficiently informed as to the workings of hand cuffs.