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
(September 16, 1896)

Jackson Pifer, a well known citizen of Clayville, died very suddenly last Monday evening. He was in his usual health, and had brought a load of coal to G.W. Porter's machine shops.

Remarking to a young man who stood by that he was feeling tired, he sat down on the edge of the sidewalk, and in a moment fell over dead.

Mr. Pifer was about seventy years of age, and was an industrious man and a good citizen. He leaves a wife and family of grown children. The funeral took place in Clayville yesterday afternoon at 9 o'clock.

While on our way to Smicksburg last Saturday with H.C. Campbell Esq., we caught up to and drove by a man in a one-horse rig.

He kept after us for about two miles, and caught up to us going up a hill, when he yelled out in an angry voice.

"Hey you fellows! If you are in such a hurry drive on faster and keep out of my way."

We drove on, and our friend with the bad temper gradually dropped out of sight, and was soon lost in the hazy distance.

As men do not like to be passed on life's highway, so it seems also that some men do not like to be passed on the road to Smicksburg.

F.E. Willis, of this place, has organized a lecture course for Punxsutawney for the coming season. He has secured the finest talent obtainable, and the entertainments will be of the highest class.

Gen. John B. Gordon, Senator for Georgia, who lectures on the "Last Days of Confederacy" the Franz Wilzek Concert Company, John R. Clarke of Chicago, and Miss Anna Louise White, is the galaxy of talent secured.

(September 23, 1896)
Last Sunday morning about 3 o’clock a large owl flew through the open window of the room in which Mr. and Mars. Samuel Hllands and their little babe were sleeping.

The babe sleeps in a crib near the bed of its parents. The owl in its prowlings about during the night evidently had seen the babe through the open window and dashed through the window at it.

The racket made awakened Mr. Hllands who jumped up and closed the window, then threw a quit over the owl and smothered it to death. It was a big one and had it succeeded in getting at the child would doubtless have injured it severely.