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,-PK6YA THANKSGIVING
It was a dilapidated hovel, situated
on a rear street on the edge of a bare
common, where unsightly heaps of
rubbish were deposited. A little, low,
tumbled-down affair, with mossy
eaves, under which the swallows
build their nests, and over the roof
of which a tall spruce, with brown
and dry branches, towered.
The chill November wind whistled
about L, sighing down the chimney,
and ingress in many a crack around
window' and door. There dw’elt Mrs.
Grant and her little granddaughter,
Peggy. Mrs. G. was a little, with
ered old lady, with a placid face and
kindly smile. She was very poor,
partly supported by the town, and
eking out her slender income by
means of knitting, braiding mats
and sewing carpet rags, for the busy
housewives of the village.
Peggy w’as a bright, little girl of
eight summers, much attached to her
grandmother, and a favorite at the
village school, notwithstanding her
patched dress, dilapidated shoes and
faded hood. Everyone had a kind
w’ord for her, and many a rosy
cheeked apple or crisp cookie was
slipped into her basket, to eke out
her dinner of cold johnny-cake, by
her more favored companions.
School was out, and a merry group
w’ere putting *n their wraps in the
hallway and discussing the coming
festival, so dear to every New Eng
land child. s
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The Turkey’s Revenge.
“I think Thanksgiving is just one
of the best times of the year, don't
you. Peggy?” asked a little- roly-poly
girl about her own age, &s she tied
her red ho?d about her rosy face.
“I don't know’; w r e never had
Thanksgiving at our house,” replied
the little girl, who hau been listen
ing with wide-open eyes to the tales
of roast turkey, chicken pies and
frosted cake. '
‘‘Never had Thanksgiving, Peggy—
why don’t you?”
“Granny’s too poor, she can’t af
ford it.”
“Sure enough. I didn’t think about
that,” and Hattie Miller turned home
ward with a thoughtful face and pre
occupied air.
All the evening she seemed to be
engaged in studying some problem,
and said good-night very gravely.
But the next morning she came bound
ing into the dining room with s
radiant face.
“Oh, mamma!” she exclaimed, “do
you know Peggy Grant say? they
never have Thanksgiving at her
house, her grandma is so poor. Isn’t
it too bad?”
“I never thought of it before, dear.
I’pi sorry.”
“But, mamma, I’ve got a plan in my
■lead.”
“I’m afraid this curly pate cannot
keep it long,” returned her mother,
a.fectionately smoothing her hair.
“Well, you see, w’e school children
all love Peggy, and I’m going to ask
them all to give their pocket money,
and we’ll buy her a new dress and
shoes for a Thanksgiving present;
then we can each spare a few' of our
toys, for I don’t s'pose she has any;
and if you grown folks would only
make a little feast for them* they
can have a nice Thanksgiving.”
Mrs. Miller smiled as she kissed
the iittie, earnest face upturned to
her.
“I’ll do my part, and thank my
little girl for giving me a hint. I
think if you get your schoolmates in
terested in your plan, their papas
and mammas will be glad to help,
and we will make Peggy and her
grandmother happy for one day at
least.”
’ “Oh, thank you, mamma,” and Hat
tie sat down to her breakfast with
a very happy face.
She hastened early to school, call
ing on the way upon several of her
schoolmates, and enlisted them in
her plan. She met with good suc
cess in all her appeals, even the older
scholars promised to help the mat
ter along, and a sum of money was
raised far exceeding Hattie’s most
sanguine expectations.
This w’as judiciously expended at
the village store by Mrs. Miller, who
enlisted the sympathies of the mer
chant in the scheme, and materials
for several serviceable garments were
C r\R> ft- h. copeland.
purchased, the garments cut out and
some young ladies offered to make
them up.
Poor Peggy looked sorrowful at
the happy faces of her schoolmates
during the w r eek, thinking it was the
anticipated enjoyment of the coming
Thanksgiving that made them so
gleeful, and she wondered why they
became so silent when she ap
proached a group of them chatting
away in the corner.
Thanksgiving morning dawned
clear and cold.- Mrs. Grant and
Peggy ate their frugal breakfast, and
with a sigh the elder lady put away
the remnants, thinking of the many
happy circles chat would assemble
around festive boards, and she could
not afford an extra article of food
that day. When the church bell
scunded she laid aside her knitting,'
donned her old, rusty, bombazine
dress and crape bonnet, that had
served her many a year, and taking
Peggy’s hand set out for church;
first covering the fire to save the lit
tle fuel in the stove until their re
turn. The air was keen, and pene
trated their thin garments, but the
church W’ould be warm —they could
take seats near the stove —and as
Parson Harvey’s sermons w’ere
lengthy, they would have two good
hours of warmth.
As the little black bonnet passed
on its way, it was watched by a score
of bright eyes; and as it disappeared
through the church door, there was
a general donr.ing of hoods and
cloaks, and a bevy of young girls
came out of the different houses
bearing baskets, pails and bundles
and took their way to the dilapidated
hovel.
A load of wood, that had beer
waiting on the outskirts of the vil
lage, was driven to the door and tin
loaded, arid half a dozen young mer
with saws and axes began to demol
ish it, while a corps of little boys
packed it neatly under a tumble-dowr
shed in the rear.
Meanwhile, within doors, the girls
w’ere busy transforming the cheerless
apartment into one of comfort. The
bare floor was partly covered with
some strips of half-worn carpet
two or three cheap prints in rustic
frames, with some wreaths of ever
green, gave the dingy w’alls a home
like look. Opposite the door the word
“Thanksgiving,” in evergreen, was
placed. A bright fire was burning
in the little stove, and the teakettle
singing away as if it entered intc
the spirit of the occasion. The old
table w’as drawn into the middle ol
the room, covered with a snowy cloth
and the widow’s scanty array of crock
ery arranged to the best advantage
upon it, while baskets, pails and
bundles gave up their store of goodies
to fill it.
As the time for the close of service
drew' near, they finished their work
and left for their respective homes,
w’atching with dancing eyes, Mrs
Grant and Peggy as they trudged de
murely homeward.
As they reached their little domi
cile and opened the door of the kitch
en, both uttered an exclamation of
astonishment. The old lady sank into
a chair and rubbed her eyes thinking
they were playing her some triclf
w'hile Peggy cried:
“Oh, granny, the fairy folks have
been here!”
The table was set for two. A roas
turkey occupied the place of honor,
flanked by a chicken pie and a dish
of scalloped oysters, while vegetables,
bread and butter, pies and cakes of
various kinds, and dishes of fruit
filled the board, and a pot of coffee
bubbling on the stove sent forth 9
delicious odor.
“Oh, granny, is it all a dream, ar»u
shall I wake up soon?” asked Pegg,-',
her eyes swimming with tears.
“I don’t know’, dearie, what it al*
means ; but here’s a note,” and taking
a folded paper from the table, sh<
read:
“A Thanksgiving dinner for Mrs
Grant and Peggy, from their numer
our friends.”
“Thank the Lord for such friends
w'ho remember the ftidow and or
phan,” said Mrs. Grant, wiping her
eyes.
“Oh, granny, see here!” shouted
Peggy, pointing to the bureau, on
which w’as arranged an assortment of
toys and picture-books, a crinison
merino dress, sack and hood, with a
neat pair of gaiters. A card, with
this inscription, lay by their side:
“Peggy Grant, from her school’
mates.”
We must not dwell upon the pleas
ures of that day; it was the richest
in Peggy’s existence, and in after
years, when she moved in the best
circles in society, she looked back
with a warm feeling at her heart to
that TlcLksgiving Day.—New’ York
Weekly.
GRANT COUNTY HERALD, LANCASTER, WISCONSIN.
LAND OF THE THOUSAND DEAD.
The Polar Bear Is the Living Inhab
itant of Spitsbergen.
The name of Spltzbergen has been
spoken oftener dining the last few
months than for many a long year.
The fact that the Wellman airship has
been building there is responsible for
Spltzbergen becoming something like a
household word. Its history is roman
tic.
During the most profitable period of
the Dutch fishery, 1620-35, over 300
Dutch ships and more than 15,000 men
annually visited Spltzbergen; more
than 18,000 men were on the coast in
one summer. These conditions led to
its summer colonization.
The most remarkable of these estab
lishments w’as at Amsterdam Island,
where on a broad plain grew up the :
astonishing village of Smeerenberg.
Here, nearly within 10 degrees of the
north pole, 79 degrees 50 minutes north,
for a score of years prevailed an
amount of comfort and prosperity that
can scarcely be credited by the visitor
of to-day.
Several hundred ships, with more
than 10,000 men, visited it annually.
These consisted not only of the -whal
ers and land laborers, but of the camp
follow’ers w’ho always frequent centers
of great and rapid productivity.
In the train of the w’halers followed
merchant vessels loaded with wine,
brandy, tobacco and edibles unknown
to the plain fare of the hardy fishers.
Shops w’ere opened, drinking booths
erected, wooden and even brick tile
covered houses constructed for the la
borers or visiting whalemen.
Even bakeries were constructed, and
as in Holland, the sound of the bakers’
horn, sounding hot, fresh bread, drew
crowds of eager purchasers. If reports
err not, even the Dutch frau of 1630
w’as sufficiently enterprising to visit
Smeerenberg.
The shore fisheries »oon failed (about
1640), and the Dutch being driven to
the remote and open seas Smeerenberg
fell into decadence; the furnaces w’ere
demolished, th copper cauldrons re
moved and the tools and utensils of the
cooper and w’haler disappeared; only
the polar bear remaining to guard the
ruins of the famous Spltzbergen lair.
But human Interest in Smeerenberg
did not pass aw'ay w’ith its vanishing,
inhabitants, for on the shores of that
bay rest the last mortal remains of a
thousand stalwart fishers, who closed
their lives of toil and struggle in view
of the icy seas.
London, according to the census, has
just passed the 7,000,000 mark.
Corn and beans are the staple arti
cles of diet of the working classes of
Mexico.
About 70 per cent of all the camphor
made is used in the manufacture of
celluloid.
Allan A. Ryan, son of Thomas F.
Ryan, will, it is said, build a summer
home at Suffern, N. Y., to cost $1,000,-
000.
It is estimated that about 500,000,000
people live In houses, 700,000,000 in
huts and caves, and that 250,000,000
have no regular shelter.
Of the 306 delegates who, under Conk
lin’s lead, fought like giants for a third
term for Grant in the memorable con
vention of 1880, there are still living
only seventy-three.
Twenty billion pins and five billion
buttons w’ere produced by American
factories in 1905. The United States
also produced in that year 200,000,000
needles, nearly 400,000,000 safety pins
and 250.000,000 hairpins.
The cantaloupe derives its name from
the papal palace Cantalupo, in Ancona,
long famous for its melons. The
melons which grow wdld in some south
ern countries lack the luscious flavor
of the cultivated melon.
Over six hundred specimens of rare
Egyptian fossils are being prepared for
exhibition by the experts of the Mu
seum of National History, New York.
The specimens are the product of an
expedition financed by Morris K. Jes
sup.
A pensioner, age eighty-one, living at
Preston, has just received a medal for
meritorious service in the Crimean
war. We understand that the reason
of the delay was that the War Office
doubted the genuineness of the claim,
the veteran not being in a workhouse.
—Punch.
A priest has been arrested at Agin
court, on the Franco-Belgian frontier,
for smuggling. His luggage was full
of cigars, and w'hen he w’as stripped he
w’as found to be w'earlng around his
body a layer of tobacco and cigars over
an inch in thickness. The man was
clothed in tobacco, nnd 2,000 cigars
were taken from the layer.
The harvest festival w’as being held
in Old Windsor parish church, Eng
land, and a verse in the Psalm, “Thou
makest darkness and it is night,” had
just been reached, w’hen all the electric
lights went out. A number of candles
were borrow’ed from neighboring
houses, and these w’ere fixed upon the
pews, so that the service might be con
cluded
Still Mourn for -Gen. Wolfe.
One British regiment has been in
mourning for nearly a century and a
half. This Is the old Forty-seventh*
the Loyal North Lancaster regiment
The officers wear black blended with
blue braid in memory of Gen. Wolfe,
who was killed at Quebec.
Pauy’a Ma.
To-day I piped my future ma-in-law,
She got aboard my Pullman and she
scared
Three babies into, fits the way she
glared.
Rattle my baggage if I ever saw
A cracker-box to equal mother’s jaw,
A hard-wood finish face all nailed and
squared.
She ossified the gripman when she
stared—
And me? Well, I w'as overcome with awe.
But, being Pansy’s ma, ’tw’as up to me
To hand her something pit-a-pat and
swell,
And so I says, "Hello, Queen Cherokee!
What ho! for Pansy ? hope she’s feel
ing well.”
And ma responds, a trifle tart but game.
“She minds her bizness —hope you feel the
same.”
I don’t think mother picked me out to
win,
To be the steady of her darling child.
She thinks I am a kick-up, something
wild,
And no sweet girl should wear my college
pin.
She thinks I’m some too piflly with my
chin,
And my soft prattle simply gets her
riled.
I’ve lost my keys with her, to put it
mild,
I don’t belong, because I am not In.
Say, how, with such an Iceberg on the
track,
Can I conduct my car to married bliss?
I hoped that I could whistle Pansy back,
And lo I I got a frostbite off of this!
I’d wrastle death for her, I’d fight her
pa—
But stab me if I’ll syrup to her ma!
E’en as I stood with cobwebs in my
tower
A candy vision came and flagged the
boat—
Give forty rah-rah-rahs I O joy, O
gloat I
’Twas Pansy like a fairy in a bower
Warbling, “Hi, stop the car!” With all
my power
I yanked the bell. My brain was all
afloat,
My heart cut pin-wheels, stole a base
at throat,
Sang “Tammany”—and knighthood was
in flower.
I helped her on. My shoes were full of
feet.
I says, “How’s Ma?” She answers,
“Going some.”
I doffed my lid and ventured to repeat
The breeze had put the weather on the
bum.
Then she replied, not seeming sore or
vexed,
“It may not be so punk on Sunday next.”
—Wallace Irwin, in Success Magazine.
The Trout in His Lair.
Whoever has had the privilege of
lying at full length on some mossy
overhanging bank while watching a
large trout in his lair perceives that a
true figure has yet to be drawn of
him. Even photography can give no
hint of the wavy circles from the
spotted dorsal fin undulating loosely
athwart the broad back, of the perpet
ual fanning of the pectoral fins, of the
capacious gills opening and closing, the
half open round mouth, the luminous
brown eye, the ceaseless slow vibra
tion of the powerful tail, nor can pen
adequately describe the startling sud
denness of the dart at some idle fly
touching the surface, the quick return
to the old position and the resumption
of the poise, with head elevated at a
slight angle, pectorals all tremulous
and floating watery circles emanating
from every slight motion of the body.
It is also worth while to watch a trout
rush four feet up a perpendicular fall
of water, pause, tremble violently all
over, and in a moment throw himself
clear of the stream and fall into the
basin above at an elevation of about
three feet more. —Arthur P. Silver, in
Outing Magazine.
Giving Him a Cliancc.
Mrs. Wilson’s husband was often
obliged to go to New York on business,
and frequently did not reach his home
until the arrival of the midnight train.
Mrs. Wilson had been in the habit of
sleeping peacefully at these times with
out fear, but a number of burglaries in
the neighborhood during one of her
husband’s trip to New York had dis
turbed her calm.
On the night of his return Mr. Wil
son was stealing carefully up the front
stairs, as was his wont on such ’occa
sions, so that his wife would not be
wakened, when he heard her voice,
high and strained.
“I don’J; know whether you are my
husband or a burglar,” came the ex
cited tones, “but I am going to be on
the safe side and shoot, so if you are
Henry you’d better get out of the
way!”
Maintaining Discipline.
It is evident, by an anecdote taken
from the London Mirror, that there are
some persons who regard discipline as
an end and not as a means. Not even
the seed of insubordination had a
chance under the eye of Sergeant Day.
“ 'Tention!” he cried to his squad.
“Quick march! Left whee’! Halt!
Take Murphy’s name for talking in the
ranks.”
“But he wasn’t talking,” protested a
corporal, who was standing near.
“Wasn’t he?” roared Sergeant Day.
“Then cross it out and put him in the
guard-room for deceiving mo.”
Punitive Instruments.
“I suppose you’ll be sorry,” said the
groom-to-be, “when it comes time for
your big sister’s wedding.”
“Not much!” replied her bad little
brother, “that’ll gimme an excuse to
chuck pa’s slippers away.”—Philadel
phia Press. •
Follow your inclination if you like J
that's the road to ruin.
Wisconsin
State News
CARY BACKS PEWAUKEE BOARD.
Approves Action in Discharging?
Miss Roberts, a Teacher.
The Pewaukee school board is in re
ceipt of a letter from State Superintend
ent of Schools Cary upholding the action
of the board in discharging Miss Helen
Roberts, a teacher, because her influence
was not conducive to discipline. When
Miss Roberts left the school all the schol
ars went out with her. The principal and
three of his assistants threatened to resign
if Miss Roberts was reinstated. Miss
Roberts is 22 years old and this is her
first experience as a teacher m a public
school. She was lately graduated from
Chicago university. She has been in the
habit of spending her leisure hours in
frolics with her pupils and was always
ring leader in all games and plays, and
was regarded as a “good fellow” by her
pupils.
ROBBER IS TOO CLEVER.
Discovered in Marinette Postoffice,
He Makes His Escape.
A bold attempt was made to burglarize
the East Marinette pvstoffice early on a
recent morning. The combination of the
safe had been fused when Officer Dalton
disturbed proceedings by demanding ad
mission at the back door. The burglar
made a sensational escape. He ran to
the front door, fired two shots from his
revolver, jumped through the large plate
glass window and ran across the street,
disappearing in an alley. Men in front
of the store were not armed and when the
burglar began his fusillade they fled in
all directions. A stranger, giving the
name of Harold Middleton, was arrested
later, charged with the crime, but no
evidence was found connecting him with
it.
FARMERS GET STATION.
Burlington Road Ordered to Provide
Facilities for Skippers.
The railroad commission has ordered
station facilities at Charme, a flag sta
tion on the Burlington and Quincy road,
near Prairie du Chien. This case has
been contested by the road fcr several
months past. The decision says: “In view
of the settled condition of the country,
the amount of marketable wood tributary
to the station, the probable amount of
farm products which may be shipped
therefrom, the character of the country
roads, the probable amount of revenues,
compared with the cost of shipping in
volved, the distance between the nearest
station north and south, the demand for
shipping facilities in car load lots is rea
sonable.”
DAY OF GROWLER ENDS.
Manitowoc Saloon-Keepers Notified
Tliey Must Sell No “Can” Beer.
A ban has been placed on “rushing the
can” by Chief of Police Drews and the
ninety saloonkeepers of Manitowoc have
been notified that the police department
will enforce the license to the letter. Not
only will liquor dealers be barred from
selling beer in pails to minors, but to
adults as well, the license stating spe
cifically that it must be drank on the
premises. Saloonkeepers while readily
agreeing that the chief’s orders regarding
the sale of “can” beer to minors is only
reasonable, will invoke the aid of the
courts if they are prevented from selling
the foamy beverage to adults who bring
the “growler” to be filled.
BOY’S FUN KILLS BABY.
Lannon Child’s Bonfire Sets Infill's
Clothing on Fire.
Setting fire to a miniature bonfire on
the kitchen floor, the 3-year-old son of
Fred Lenns, a curb dresser of Lannon,
caused the death of his infant brother.
The mother had left the for a
moment and the boy, climbing on a chair,
secured some matches from a shelf.
Thinking to amuse the baby, the boy set
fire to a heap of paper which he had
gathered. The flames spreading, set the
baby’s dress on fire. The mother arriv
ing at this time threw a pail of water on
the child, but its body was so badly
burned that it died a few hours after
wards.
BOY KILLED AT PBAY.
Fond du Bac Bad Meets Death While
Playing Tag.
While playing tag with a number of his
schoolmates, Donald Miller, aged 9, was
run over by a heavy dray wagon loaded
with coal in Fond du Lac. He died from
the result of his injuries. The driver,
not stopping to ascertain the lad's condi
tion, whipped up his team and disappear
ed. The police have thus far been un
able to find him. The accident happened
shortly before G o’clock. The boy, son
of Mr. and Mrs. Robert M. Miller, was
playing along the street and while trying
to escape from a companion was run
down while crossing the street.
ABBOW BICYCLES ON WALK.
Hudson Council Passes Ordinance
that Proves Popular.
The Hudson Crty Council has passed
an ordinance permitting bicycle riders on
the sidewalks from G to » :30 a. m. and
from 5:30 to G :30 p. m., excepting on
Second and Third streets. It is also spe
cified that necessity must exist for such
a procedure, such as muddy or other unfit
condition of the streets. The speed limit
is fixed at six miles an hour.
EXPLOSION KILLS BABE.
Second Fatality in Family of Farmer
Who Dried Dynamite o nStove.
After living for several days with a
piece of iron imbedded in her skuli, the
infant daughter of John Kitowalski, the
Carson farmer, died. On Oct. 28 a piece
of dynamite, placed in the oven to dry,
exploded and the farmer’s wife was blown
to atoms. A piece of the stove struck the
infant daughter in the head. Two other
children were each made blind and deaf
by the explosion.
All Over the State.
John Pierce, one of the oldest settlers
of Hingham, died at Lis home. He was
81 years of age.
Carl Clark, aged 21, was accidentally
shot and instantly killed by a companion
while hunting near Berlin.
William Kolanda, a farmer boy near
Wabeno, shot his left hand off when the
gun was accidentally discharged.
Mrs. Hanorah Casey Venney of Beloit
celebrated her one hundredth birthday.
Her eyesight is good and her mind is
clear.
F. G. Alton, a brakeman on the Mil
waukee road, was seriously injured by be
ing caught between two moving cars near
Sayner.
Peter Hoffman of the town of Milla
dore was killed in a runaway accident.
His wife suffered a broken leg and other
injuries.
Mrs. Hannah Amelia Cotting, aged 51
years, of Red Cloud, Neb., died at the
home of her brother, Salmon Upson, in
the town of Bristol.
Glen Godfrey of the liveryman firm of
Godfrey & Taylor, died in Osceola after
an illness of seven weeks, aged 26. He
leaves a wife and one child.
Charles Zaun of Jackson was acci
dentally shot and killed by a youthful
companion, Louis Laverrenz, who missed
a squirrel, the bullet hitting Zaun.
Charging that she used a knife on his
cow, cutting several gashes that required
the services of a veterinarian, Arnt Olson
has caused the arrest of Mrs. M. M. Bar
ber, cook at a Hayward hotel.
George Snidervin, who was found guil
ty of conducting a “blind pig” in the
town of Waterford, was fined SSO and
costs, and took an appeal, withdrew his
appeal and paid the court $100.30.
Herbert Evans of Markesan, aged 13,
was probably fata’ly injured by the acci
dental discharge of his shotgun in trying
to climb through a barbed wire fence
while hunting. One arm was amputated.
Frank Eckes of Marshfield, aged 19,
while showing a cousin his new shotgun,
accidentally discharged the weapon and
the charge striking his 8-year-old sister
Beatrice in the abdomen, killed her in
stantly.
Many pond net fishermen on Green bay
will be obliged to buy new twine before
beginning operations next spring. An un
noticed paragraph in the fish law will
cause this additional trouble and expense
for the fishermen.
Max Reinholdt, former supervisor from
the Nineteenth Ward of Milwaukee,
pleaded guilty before Judge Brazee to the
charge of accepting a bribe of SSO in.
connection with a county hospital con
tract several years ago. He was fined
S2OO.
Dr. Hering of New York, an expert en
gineer, who is visiting in Milwaukee, has
suggested the use of Lake Superior as a
reservoir to allow an increased flow of
water to the Chicago drainage canal and
to keep the water supply at Niagara Falls
up to normal.
Lee G. Bunnell, until recently telegraph
editor of the Eau Claire Leader, and son
of Prof. E. G. Bunnell, a prominent In
diana editor, has become a member of the
faculty of the Laporte, Ind., high school,
succeeding Prof. O. A. Schotts as prin
cipal of the departmental grades.
William J. Carney of Milwaukee, sec
retary to C. C. Wait of the International
Harvester Company, while duck shooting
on Green Bay, near Point Sauble, was
shot and instantly killed by one of bis
companions. The party of three was m
blinds. When ducks passed over all shot
at the same time. The charge from one
gun went into Carney’s head and body.
Lulius Luedtke, a town of Harrison
farmer, who is the father of fifteen chil
dren, residing in Milwaukee, St. Paul,
Peoria, 111., Memphis and other* places,
will leave shortly for a tour of the cities
where his children are residing, paying
them his annual visit. Ten days will be
spent with each child, so he will be kept
away from the farm most of the winter.
While being initiated into a fraternity
of Lawrence university, Henry Jeffers of
Appleton was wrapped in a shroud and
placed in a coffin and carted to Neenah at
midnight, where he was laid in a grave,
and told he would be left there until
morning. Tire candidate refused to con
sent to the ceremony, and kicked off the
cover of the coffin, which was later re
turned to the undertaker in a badly de
molished condition.
Mrs. Nicholas Kitowski of Carson was
literally blown to pieces by the explosion
of a stick of dynamite that had been plac
ed on the stove to dry. Two of her chil
dren, who were clinging to their mother’s
skirts when the accident happened, were
so badly injured that they cannot survive.
A third child was struck by a piece of
the stove, the iron being imbedded in its
forehead. A fourth child was also struck
by flying metal, but will recover.
In a report on the potato experiments
carried on at the various experiment sta
tions of the college of agriculture, J. G.
Millard, instructor in horticulture, says:
“The yield of potatoes in Wisconsin for
the last season is estimated at about two
thirds crop. Harvest was earlier than
usual, partly because of the uneasiness
caused by the heavy freeze in the fall of
1906. Those who marketed their crop
early in the season realized about 40
cents a bushel.”
The statement that “Athletics as far
as the local high school is concerned have
a tendency to cause the students to be
come addicted to the use of intoxicating
liquors,” made by the Fond du Lac super
intendent of schools, is said to be in tha
main partly responsible for the bin plac
ed on athletics there and the canceling or
all football dates of the Fond du Lac
highs since the local eleven was defeated
at Appleton. The actions of some of the
students after the game is said to have
caused the displeasure of the teachers.
The State has refused to pay the board
and room rent of State Game Warden J
W. Stone of Barron county, while in
Madison. The Attorney General holds
that this is the headquarters of his office
and that no expenses can be allowed.
The Pittsburg Coal Company has let
contracts to the Barnett-Record Com
pany, and the Great Lakes Dredging
Company for work on its big coal dock
at Allouez bay, Superior, preparatory to
the enlargement and rebuilding of that
structure. A total of will be
expended. Complete new steel machinery
is to be one of the improvements.
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