The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1879-05-22

In the hurrying to and 0 of every day
life how little attention we pay to the
changes that are all the time going on in
lies move away, business firms spring in
to life, and again are lost in the great
rush of years, and we bestow on these mat
ters only a passing glance. The fire fiend
sweeps away a block of buildings, and
new and more substantial ones 60 up in
their places. And wherever we look, in
every phase of human affairs, radical
changes are constantly occurring.
Across the street from the Standard
Office, Mr.. Cavett and son are putting up
a substantial brick business house. 1t
seems as though we ought to look over
there and see the little old two story
frame building, with III. H. Adams d Co" !"
over one door, and Cavetts big horse
collar hanging in front of the other. But
the old frame was burned. Mr.. Geo. M.
Adams is living in Liberty township, this
county, George W. is in Missouri, and
the other three boys in Jackson.
Then there was the large two-story
frame building near the Martin Corner,
in front of which Court" Martin and
Tom. Gilliiand used to play left-handed
games of marbles, in the summer time,
and the spectators would make witty re-
marks for the purpose of getting Martin
mad, Just to see his left hand shoot out
and gather in the marbles, and stop the
game. The old building was burned
down years ago, and Mr.. Martin now
owns two magnificent stone-front store
rooms on the corner. Mr.. Gilliland has
been gone from Jackson for many years.
1t was on this corner that the writer
got his first impressions of the genuine
tramp. A party of men were sitting in
the shade, just below the corner, on Main
Street, when there came along one of the
most wretched-looking human beings we
ever gazed upon. He was bare footed,
and carried an ancient-looking fiddle in
his hand. He stopped on the corner and
sawed on his fiddle while, then passed
around the hat" Some one inquired if
he could dance. ''On, yes" Then the
late George w. johnson seized the fiddle
and began to play But Mr. Tramp could
not dance without shoes. An old citizen
sitting near took off his shoes, and
the tramp put them on. After shuff1ing
around while trying to keep time to the
fddling, Mr.. Tramp went up to johnson,
took the fiddle out of his hands--and de-
parted. The borrowed shoes went with
him. If that tramp is living now, and is
not in Congress or the Ohio Legislature,
he ought to be.
It seems, as we look toward the old
corner, that we ought to see knot of
excited men, and in its midst see Bob.
Ross, with that old black felt hat pulled |
down over his ears, and splotches of
blood on his fsts-evidence that some
poor countryman didn't know the run
of the town" But these scenes have de- |
parted and on the streets to-day quiet |
and good order reigns. The old 'land |
marks" are disappearing We will never
again see Dick Pemberton, with his bell, |
oerambulating the streets. Jordan Val
entine has departed, with his banjo and
MS "Ole Virginny" ballads, and the old
citizens who for twenty years have not
come up street without dropping in for a
chat with doctor Cavett' can soon call |
IN him in his elegant new quarters.