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Bellows Falls Times
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 1901.
: Bellows Falls News.
A GRAND SUCCESS.
Band Minstrels Greeted by the Largest
House of the Season All Pleased.
The long-heralded and much-talked-about
baud minstrels made their bow
Tuesday evening and have quietly re
sumed their places in the ranks of pri
vate life. They made a good impression
and also several dollars for the band.
All connected with the entertainment
are to be t;6ngratulated, and particularly
G. B; Wheeler and E. E. Bagley who
gave. the directing hand. Mr. Bagley
was ; unable to be present because of
sickness. The house was the largest of
the season,' probably over 700 being
present, and all were highly entertained
and well pleased with the undoubted
ability of the local talent participating.
The curtain rose for the first part dis
closing a chorus of 40 or more prettily
gowned in yachting costumes, with the
interlocutor, L. L. Dunham, sitting in
the midst, resplendent in the costume of
an admiral. The chorus singing, assisb
d by Exner's orchestra, was good and
the songs without exception were greet
ed with loud applause. These were:
"Pliney" by P. II. Conley, "Miss Phoe
be" by .1. II. Byrne, "A Bold Jack Tar"
by II. C. Elliott, "Cindie. Mv Black
Belle, Do" by F. W. Britton, "Lam,Lam,
Lam" by A. V. Truax, "Molly Malone"
by W. E. Bowtell, "The Girl with the
Naughty Wink" by William Ayton. It
was noticed that Conley received the !
most applause; Truax can sing but he
cannot kick a little bit; Britton got a
beautiful twist on the right leg but
failed to balance up with the left; Bow-.
tell was majestic, and Ayton was just
as cunning as he could be; Byrne looked
as though he considered any frivolity be
neath his ponderous dignity. Karl
Beedle of Keene honored a copy of the .
Bellows Falls Timiss by pretending to
read jokes from it; his efforts fell flat,
however, for all the world knows this
paper is no joke. j
The quartet singing by Messrs. Ames
and Shelley and Misses Hart and Shedd
and the motion song by Marion Pierce,
Florence Huntoon, Mark Jackson and
Herbert Pierce were well received. j
The interlocutor introduced Britton, '
Conley and Truax with bones and Beedle,
Ayton and Byrne with tambos and made
the audience feel happy and at ease by
springing an original and picturesque
conundrum. He startled one of the
Ethiopians on the end by! asking, why is
death like a dog tied to the tail of a tin
can? The cork artist lost his cue and
didn't say a word. When the question
was revised in this form, why is death
like a tin can tied to the tail of a dog?
light came and the artist did his duty by
replying, "both are bound to a cur, (oc
cur)" and everybody smiled. There was
a long list of other gags and jokes, which
we have not room to reproduce.
Master Dudley, juvenile dancer and
bone soloist, opened the second jart of
the program in a very creditable manner !
and was obliged to respond to an encore. I.
Edward M. Reid, well known in this secB
tion as.a traveling salesman for George :
W. Smith & Co., of White River June-!
tion, told some excruciatingly funny
s.tories, and added materially to the even
ing's enjoyment. Ayton and Truax did
Hie Romeo and Juliet act effectively, and
Cote did some excellent buck and wing
dancing. Billy Lowe manipulated the
baton to the admiration of all. Conley
gave a glowing description of the school
meeting. William Ayton's skeleton
dance was a clever bit of optical delu
sion. The skeleton came from beneath
a tombstone on which was inscribed:
As you are now so once was I,
As I am now'so you must be ;
Prepare for death and follow me.
After a course "in weird gymnastics,
the skeleton was dismembered, the stone
knocked over and one appeared bearing
To follow you I am not bent,
Until I know which way you went.
This specialty was a decided hit.
The last feature of the program"was a
prize cake walk. Four couples com
peted: Mr. McKinnon and MissJ Gilson,
Mr. Campbell and Miss Annis, Mr. Wil
liams and Miss Burr, Mr. Tiffany and
Mrs. Dunham. The referees were Mr.
Beedle of Keene and Mr. Van Dyne of
Rutland. The cake was awarded to Mr.
Tiffany and Mrs. Dunham. In a few well
chosen words Mr. Wheeler in behalf of
the band thanked the people of Bellows
Falls for their liberal patronage and also
several individuals who had contributed
time and services.
The gross receipts for the. evening
were $3.30.95; the band netted about
$210, and all are much pleased with the
. Trust Those Who Have Tried.
and never hoped for cure, but Ely's Cream !
Balm seems to do even that. Oscar Os- j
trom, 45 Warren Ave., Chicago, 111. j
I suffered from catarrh ; it got so bad I '
conld not work ; I used Ely's Cream Balm .
and am entirely well. A. C. Clarke, 341 j
Shawmut Ave, Boston, Mass. J
The Balm does not irritate or cause
sneezing. Sold by druggists at 50 cents, or
mailed by Ely Brothers, 56 Warren street, '
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JV my lap it lies before me
With its page touched by Time,
ytnd the Vast steals softly o'er me
While I read its simple rhyme:
JLiKfi a messenger from At den.
When the earth tvas tohite ivith snotif.
From a merry little maiden
Came this missive long ago.
AJ read the homely -Verses.
Which she ended toith a kjss.
This old heart of mine rehearses
Many a scene of youthful bliss t
Till I seem to hear her calling
In a Voice that's half dioine.
And a holy light is falling
O'er a sttteet heart's Valentine.
"fjjr0 V.2 she smile to see me sitting
In my cosy chamber small
With the lights and shadotts flitting
O'er the -Vision-painted tvall ?
7oes her heart, grotvn old note), miss me?
Jfay tI trott) it once buas mine ;
Could she come, I Knotv she'd Kjss me.
O'er this dear old Valentine.
TJV the ttvilight dim I fold it
While descends the fleecy snottf.
Sat my old hands lo-Ve to hold it
yis they held it long ago t
Many a Joy the Past possesses.
Tiut the deepest one is mine'
When a boealth of golden tresses
Frames a sttteetheart's Valentine,
1 EDITH'S VALENTINE.
AH OLD-FASHIONED LOTS STOUT.
ByJ. W. HUTCHEN.
MONG the cushions of a cozy low
window seat of a cottage in a quaint
New England village sits a young
woman, possessed of the charms and graces
of training and endowed with the rare gifts
of nature that render her sex beautiful.
Upon the hearth crackled and sputtered a
EDITH AT THE WINDOW.
cheerful fire, that shed its cheery warmth
over the simple but comfortably furnished
room. Without the snow fell noiselessly,
covering the frozen earth with a winding
sheet of downy whiteness.
Edith Vane sat gazing at the wintry
scene, while upon her pretty face was a look
akin to sadness; in her mellow, expressive
eyes glistened a tear. Her thoughts, on the
swift wings of love, had flown far across the
sea to India, whither, four years ago, a
fond lover had gone in search of fame and
fortune. Four years ago he had looked
into her tender eyes and whispered the old,
old story, and she had promised to be true
to him. He would return, he said, with
trembling voice, and claim her as his wife,
and she had wept tears of sadness and tears
of joy sad tears that he must leave her, and
joyous tears that he would return to her
some sweet day. The years rolled by, dur
ing which her greatest joy was the occasion
al letter,, full of passionate love, that came
to her from across the sea. Each one stated:
"Wait patiently, darling, I am coming
soon;" but he came not.
In an arm chair near the cheerful fire sat
Edith's mother, busily engaged with her
knitting needles. Turning to her daughter
she saw the far-away, sad look in her eyes,
and, with a loving mother's instinct, she
knew the cause, and her heart bled for the
"Cheer up, Edith, dear; you know this is
Valentine's day, and remember we are to
have the young folks here this afternoon,"
she said in a tone of cheerfulness, hoping to
dispel the melancholy mood of her daughter.
"Yes, mother, this is Valentine's day
just four years ago to-day Arthur sailed for
"Be patient, dear he will return, and
soon, I ween; did he not say so in his last
"Yes, mother; but it has been nearly six
months since I have heard from him and,
besides, all his letters contained that same
indefinite promise," replied Edith, with a
"That is why I hope to see him soon,
Edith, dear now cheer up; Arthur Chal
mers loves you, and if he still lives rest as
sured he will return and then you will be
the happier for having waited."
"I will, mother, for your confiding hope
has instilled in my heart its (spirit; I shall
ti-y and be more cheerful."
So aying she arose and began to prepare
for the Valentine party her mother had
urged her to give. Her mother's words had
indeed dispelled the darkness and lighted
up her heart with a hope that rendered her
almost happy. She left the room v4 soon
returned with paper and scissors, and hp-
gan humming a quaint love ditty as she
deftly cut the paper into small bits. It had
been her mother's custom to adhere to the
old Scottish mode of celebrating Saint Val
entine's day, and this time it had not been
forgotten. The bits of paper prepared, she
filled the dainty basket with nuts, and went
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singing from one duty to another. By the
noon hour every nook and corner of the
comfortable cottage had been made more in
viting by the touch of her deft fingers, unti
now a spirit of congenial warmth and cheer
fulness pervaded it. The piercing cold frorc
without found no place within its wall.
The pretty little parlor was cheerfulness it- j
self, and a fit gathering place for the happy
young people who were to meet there in the j
early afternoon. .
The hours wore away, and the appointed
time for the arrival of the guests came. In -couples
they found their way through tht
drifting enow and were usheTed into the
warm parlor of Edith's home, and in he ?
eagerness to entertain them Edith had al-:.
most forgotten her sorrow and longing. j.
With the spirit of zest and unalloyed hap- ,
piness characteristic of the young people ol
New England they entered into the games'
and amusements that long custom had made
familiar and appropriate, and all were hap-1
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yy save xunu. x nougn sue managed to ap
pear light-hearted there lurked in her bo
som a weary longing, a heartache, that
would not cease. The slips of paper bearing
the names of absent ones who were to be
drawn as valentines were placed in a basket,
and it was passed amone the huchino
group. Each drew forth a slip and read;
the name, eager to know "who shall be my j
valentine." When the basket reached!
Edith she gently shook her head, and a sad :
smile passed over her face. j
"Why, Miss Edith, are you not going tc ;
draw a valentine?" '
"Not this time, Ralph," and as the tean
came to her eyes she started to leave the
room, but the door was softly opened and
her mother entered, saying: "Here, Edith, ;
is your valentine."
Eclith took it with trembling hand and
read: "Arthur Chalmers, Calcutta, India.''
She started perceptibly at the name, but
turning to her mother she asked: "Why dc
you torture me tkus, mother?" and slowlj
IN LOVE'S SILENCE.
walked from the room. Arthur Chalmers,
who had reached the village unannounced
and unexpected, had hurried to the home
of Edith's mother eager to see again
the idol of his heart, and the star of hope
that had guided him through the wildsof far
away India, whither he bad gone in search
of wealth, that he might pour it into the lap
of her he loved. He had heard the happy
voices in the parlor and sought first the living-room,
where he knew he would find
Edith's mother. He had grown rich in India
and had now returned to add to his store
the brightest gem of all a beautifut-wife
and then his cup of joy would be filled to
Edith crossed the hall and entered her
mother's room, and, walking to the window,
for she had not seen the handsome young
traveler sitting in her mother's arm chair,
she read again the name on the card and
Arthur Chalmers saw a tear drop from her
cheek upon the bit of pasteboard. He could
wait no longer, and, springing toward hex,
he almost shouted:
"Edith, my darling!"
She buried her face on his manly breast,
and for several moments the two lovers
stood in "love's silence."
Presently she released herself from his
embrace, and, raising her eye to his, she
asVed: "Where did tou come from. Ar
thurwhy did you not Jet me know?"
?I came from India, darling, to bring you
your Valentin; now will you be mine?" nd
while her pretty eyes drooped, she whim
pered "Yes," scarcely audible, but the ears
of love beard it. and two hearta were bddt.
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"S i ;W'
ST. VALENTINE'S DA
Lovt Festival That Has Surylved the ProgTtst
0 LONG as human passions hold
sway over the destinies of mankind,
so long will St. Valentine's day be
It has survived the lapse of time,
change of customs, and the progress of civ-
tlfat'0n-' ay '8 sacre(l t0 preference,
je choice of the sexes, the passion of love.
" takes its name from St. Valentine, a
Pfesbyter or bishop of Rome, who was
cruelly beaten with clubs and finally be
"Mded on the Elaminian way, in Rome,
February 14, A. D. 270, during the reign of
fcmperor Marcus Aureliue Claudius. Val
entinus was famous for his love and charity,
?nd was early canonized, his day coming
m February (named for the Greek goddess
Juno-Febra), and about the same time that
'he Roman festival of the Lupercalia oc
Ted, a feast observed in honor of the
anties Pan and Juno.
One of the customs of this festival was
that young men drew from ft box a billet
inscribed with the name of a maiden in
the community in which he lived, each
bachelor devoting himself for a twelvemonth
to the service of the lady whom chance
pave him, thus becoming her liege knight,
if not her lover and husband. From this
custom is supposed to originate the phrase
marriage is a lottery." The priests of the
cariy church wisely kept all the festivals
they could, changing their form or engraft
ing them on to saints' day. Sft, in some
fashion, the godly martyr of early days be
came the patron saint of the heart.
The festival was established in England,
Scotland and France about the Fifteenth
century, and our good ancestors in Merrie
J-ngiand were delighted with it. Court and
hovel alike honored the day with glee and
ir.etriment. It was formerly the custom of
the young people on the occasion of this
festival to decorate themselves with flow
ers, wreaths and true-love knots, and go
in procession from house to house in the
morning, singing 6uch a ditty as:
"Good morrow to you, Valentine,
Curl your locks as I do mine
Two before and three behind
Good morrow to you, Valentine."
Who does not remember Ophelia's song:
"To-morrow Is St. Valentine's day,
And all the morning betime.
And I a maid at your window
To be your Valentine."
I SOME COMIC I
I VALENTINES 1
THE POOR LETTER CARRIER.
Cupid I shoot the arrow you do the
The Regular Thing.
The poet now invokes the Nine
j And sits him down to pen a line
! Or two, imploring the divine
.One to most graciously Incline
I To hear his prayer or plaint or whine.
That he for her no more may pine.
But feel her arms his neck entwine. ,
Of course he begs her to "be mine"
And stick to him through rain and shine,
j And in some cottage, where woodbine
I And roses cluster and the kine
, Come lowing up to lick the brine
Neglected by the greedy swine,
. On bread and cheese and kisses dine,
And every blessed rhyme, in fine,
i That evens up with "valentine."
"I think we can hold on to our cook an
other week, anvwav." i
"Have you raised her wages?" '
"Xo; but every member of the family
is going to send her a valentine with a big
policeman in it." J.'uck.
I approve you, maiden mine;
Be, 1 pray, our valentine.
That is, strictly brought to book.
My wife wants you for a cook.
Jast the Thins.
Gi'es Although she was only my sum
mer girl, I'd like to send her something in
the way of a valentine to remind her of
w hat we once were.
Merritt Why not send her one of those
souvenir spoons? Town Topics.
He is trying to boycott the leading laun
dry of this city because of this valentine,
sent him by the head of the institution:
"If you love me as I love you ,
You'll call and pay me what is due.
COMIC THAT WAS WASTED.
Nolan Let's watch him, now, an see
fwhat he tez. Hello, Clancy, have yea a val
entine? Clancy Shure, is this a valentine! Oi
fought yei had remimbered me an' sint me
yer photygTapht, Nolan! N. Y. Evening
Journal. " -" ' '' "
. Coptd' AdvertlstBsj Card.
"The valentine is out of tJate" ' ' ;'
A few dull wayworn worldlngs prate
8tlll through Love's kingdom, young and
Ply tender verses, rood as new.
Detroit Free Press.
AN UNPOSTED LETTEK
BY NEWTON MACTAVI5H.
Outside a hammer pounded mockingly:
the gallows were under construction.
'Through the iron bars of the prison window
shone a few straggling shafts of sunlight.
My client rested on his elbow, his chin in
his hands. The light glistened deadly on
his matted hair. He heard the hammering
"I guess I may 's well write a line to Bill,"
he said, not raising his head. "Kin you git
a pencil and paper?"
I got them, and then waited until he had
"Dear Bill By the sound of things, I
reckon I've got to swing this trip. I've hed
a hope all along thet they might git scent
on the right traok; but I see that Six-Eye '11
be 'bliged to kick the bucket, with head up
the galleys is goin' up mighty fast.
"I say, Bill, there ain't no good in bur
glarin'. I swore once I'd quit it, and wish
I had. But a feller can't alius do just as he
fancies; I guess he can't alius do it, kin he,
Bill? You never knew how I got into this
Bcrape, did you?
"-. "One day I was standin' around, just
standin around, nothin doin', when I saw a
span of runaway horses a-comin' down th
street like mad. I jumped out and caught
the nigh one by the bridle. I hauled 'em up
mighty sudden, but somethin' swung me
round, and I struck my head agin the neck
"When I come to, I was sittin' back in
the carriage with the sweetest faced girl
bendin' over me and wipin' my face with
cool water. She asked me where she would
drive me home; and do you know, Bill, for
the first time, I was ashamed to say where.
But I told her, and, so help me, she came
clear down in there with me, and made
Emily put me to bed. She left money, and
every day till I got well she came out and
sat and read the Bible and all them things. I
Do you know; Bill, it wasn't long afore
things seemed different. I couldn't look at
her pure, sweet face and plan a job. The
last day she come I made up my mind I'd
try somethin' else quit burglarin'.
"I started out to get work. One man
asked me what I'd served my time at. I
said I'd served most of it in jail, and then
he wouldn't have anything to do with me. A
chap gave me a couple of days breakin'
stones in a cellar. He said I did it so good
he guessed I must have been in jail. After
thet I couldn't get nothin' to do, because
no one wouldn't have nothin' to do with a
jail-bird, and I had made up my mind to
tell the truth.
"At last Emily -began to kick and little
Bob to cry for grub. I got sick of huntin
for work, and it seemed as if everybody was
pushin' me back to my old job. I got dis
gusted. I hed'to do somethin', so I sot down
and planned to do a big house in the sub
urbs. I'd sized it up afore.
"The moon was high-thet night, so I
waited till it went down long after mid
night. I found the back door already open,
so it was a snap to git in.
"I went upstairs and picked on a side
room near the front. I eased the door and
looked in. A eandle flickered low, and
flames danced from a few coals in the fire
place. "I entered noiselessly.
"A high-backed chair was in front of the
hearth. I sneaked up and looked over the
top. A young girl, all dressed in white,
with low neck and bare arms, laid there
asleep. Her hair hung over her shoulders;
she looked as if she'd come home from a
dance and just threw herself there tired
"Just as I was agoin' to turn away the
flames in the fireplace flickered and 1
caught the glow of rubies at the girl's
throat. How they shone and gleamed and
shot fire from their blood-red depths! The
candle burned low and sputtered; but the
coals on the hearth flickered, the rubies
glowed and the girl breathed soft in her
" 'It's an easy trick,' I said to myself, as
I leaned over the back of the chair, my
breath fanning the light hair thet fell over
her marble shoulders. I took out my knife
and reached over. Just then the fire burned
up a bit. As I leaned over J saw her sweet,
girlish face, and, so help me, Bill, it was her,
her whose face I couldn't look into and plan
"I looked at her, and' gradually closed my
knife and straightened up from thet sneak
in' shape a feller gets into. I remembered a
verse that she used to read to me: 'Ye shall
not go forth empty-handed,' so I said to my
self I'd try again. But just as I was turnin'
to go, I heard a shot in the next room; then
a heavy thud. I stood stock still for a
jiffy, and then ran out in time to see some
one dart down the stairs. At the bottom I
heard a stumble. I hurried along the hall
and run straight into the arms of the butler.
"I guess some one else was doin' thet job
thet night. But they hed me slicker 'n a
whistle. 'Twas no use; everything went
agin me. I hed on my big revolver, the mate
to the one you got. As it happened, one
shell was empty, and the ball they took from
the old man's head was the same size. I
had a bad record ; it was all up with me
The only thing they brought up in court
to the contrary was the top of an ear they
found in the hall, where some one must
have hit agin something sharp. But they
wouldn't listen to my lawyer.
"Give up burglarin', Bill; see what I've
come to. But I hope you do a turn for Emily
if ever she's in need, and don't learn little
Bill filchin'. Do this for an old pal's sake,
The doomed man stopped writing, as the
last shaft of sunlight passed beyond the
iron bars of the prison window. .'Outside
the hammering had ceased; the scaffold was
"You'll find Emily, my wife,, in the back
room of the basement at 126 River street,"
said my client, handing me the letter.
"Shell tell you where to find Bill."
I took the letter, butjjid not know its
contents. I started, but he called me back.
"You have a flower in your buttonhole,"
he said. "I'd like to wrap it up and send
it to Emily."
Next day, after the sentence of the law
had been executed, I went to find Emily.
I descended the musty old stairway at 126
River street, where all was filth and squalor.
At the back room I stopped and rapped. A
towzy head was thrust out of the next door.
"They've gone," it said.
"Don't know. The woman went with
"Did you know him?"
"I saw him here before sometimes, but
the top of his ear wasn't cut off then. They
called him Bill, sort of pal."
"And where's the little boy?"
"He's gone to the Shelter."
I went out into the pure air, and, stand
ing on the curbstone, read the letter:
. . . . The only thing they brought
into court to the contrary was the top of an
ear .;. ."' . "
-When I had finished, I remembered the
flower in my hand. I didn't throw it away;
I took it to my office and have it there still,
wrapped in the paper as he gave it to me.
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ILL LUCK IN APPLE iJLOOMS.
Tree Tllat Illoajtoraed Late Drought
Train of Misfortune to a l'eiin.
'' aylvanla Woman,
'I saw in the Star not long ago cop.
les from a New York paper," said a ladjf
living' near Greeley, Fike county, Pa,
relates the Washing-ton Star, "a atorj
about an apple tree blossoming-in Oo
tober, and the fatal result of it. The
story was told as coming from a man,
and lie said that an apple tree at bit
home had blossomed ten years befoi
in October and shortly afterward hi.
wife had died. It had not blossomed
again in October for several years, and
then within a month his mother had
died. Then there was another lapse,
and when he told the story, which wai
about the 1st of October, the tree wai
again in blossom, and he was great
ly disturbed as to what was going t
"Well, that story was mine, and the
reporter put it in the name of a man,
because I didn't want to appear in it
Two weeks after I bad told the storj
to a party of friends in which the re
porter was I went back home, and
within a week the house took fire and
burned to the ground. It was so suoV
den that we barely managedao get out
with our lives, and our chief articlei
of apparel were bath-robes and blank?
ets. - It was a country place and w
had no means of putting out the fire
so everything was lost. The only con
Eolation we have is that the fatal apple
tree stood -eo close to the house that
it was burned to a crisp, and it, at least
will never again be the messenger oj
bad luck, however much other trees
may bring with their October blos
soms. One thing I am sure of, I wai
never superstitious before, but I com
fess to a little of it now, and I nevei
want to see another apple tree bloom
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A gilt edge investment 1-tenement
house, stable and hen hou,ses.; house newly
shingled, and double piazzas just com
pleted. Monthly rental $37. Owner goes
away and will sell for $3500. Look up this
A dandy home 3 1-2 miles out on Rock
ingham road, good 10-room house, stable,
carriage room and shop; 2 acres, 30 nice
apple, pear and plum trees, grapes, etc.;
cuts hay for cow, anil good garden ; spring
water. Pleasant, near school and neigh
bors; IgOOO takes it now.
Two-family houses $1400 to $3"00 ; 6-roora
cottages 1000 to $1800, the latter has slate
roof, furnace and bath room and a nice gar
den. If yoii want to buy a house or a building
lot, or want to rent a tenement, come to
the Village Ileal Estate Aircncv.
J. A. Eaton & Co.,
I. TOWNS HOTEL BLOCK.
can be bought at Jso. 32
This market carries a fine line
of Ketchups, Mustard, and.
We have just received a fresh,
supply of these goods from
the II. J. Heinz Co., whose
name alone is sufficient guar
anty of their excellence. We
invite the public to call and
examine these goods.
Sample our 13c sour pickle,
try a bottle of Heinz' 17c
ketchup, call and be convinced
that these goods are sure tc
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A Household H82cs:?y.
A Meat Chopper.
A Vegetable Cutter,
3 in 1
A Pulverizer or Grater,
FOR SALE BY
"We sell the No. i Univer
sal Food Chopper for $1.25
why pay peddlers more.
Chops all kinds of meat &
Call and get a cook book