Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1890-11-07
LOCAL AND GENERAL

Sweet Xmas time IN on the wing
The days grow short and cool;
The small boy with his level head
Turns up at Sunday school
He does not care about the past,
But thinks Of things more pleasant:
In fact his mind is fixed upon
The future and the present
Dead leaves cover the sidewalks.
Indoor amusements are now in order.
Mechanics of all kinds still have plenty
of work.
Sorrows, like babies. grow bigger by
nursing.
Fried mush and buckwhesters are the
favorite breakfast dishes.
The wild geese are taking their flight
southwark
Read our advertising columns and find
out where to buy fall goods.
Holiday gifts are gathering in out Of
the way places
The corn -husk and goose bone prog
nostigations do not agree this year.
The Yankees call Halloween "nut-
crack-night."
The next P. N. of Butler is to be
elected BY the popular vote.
A ballot in the box is worth q dozen
in your pocket.
up about Parker the boys have new
game. They make psrachutes of old UNI
brellas and jump from derricks.
Ut takes three generations to make a
gentleman" but he can't vote any harder
than the other fellow.
I'm view of the approaching holiday
season our merchants are compelled to
entertain numberless Commercial tray
elers."
An up-country prophet says that the
movements and condition of thecaterpillsrs
indicate an open winter, with very little
snow.
Point the hour hand of your watch
at the Sun and the South is exactly half
way between the hour hand and the figure
XIII
Two new business buildings are now
under roof on Main st. those of DR.. Balph |
and John F. Shaffer, and they are both
very creditable additions to the street.
Constable Mateer of Tarentum, the |
man who arrested Alex Killen, attempted
to arrest some burglars last Monday night |
and was shot and killed by them.
you two little girls are about the |
same height" remarked good natured |
gentleman as he passed two little maidens
on the sidewalk. "Yes." replied one of
them, but we are not half as old as each |
other"
I'm case taken up from Mercer coun- |
ty the Supreme Court on Monday, again |
decided that the decisions of the lower |
courts in regard to the granting or refusing
of license to sell liquor was final.
The boys of Butler played some pranks |
on Halloween and their greatest joke was
the monument built in honor of the mud |
on Main St. They also placed RATS with |
signs on them at the crossing of Main and
Cunningham and on W. Jefferson.
As will be cen by the notice in anoth-
er column. Nessrs. Owen Brady, Joseph
Hartman and A. II. Simpson have dispos-
cd Of their interests in the Butler County
Bank, doing business at Aillerstown, to |
Mr.. II. J. Hoyt, who for many years has |
been the cashier of the bank, and who is |
heartily recommended by his former asso-
ciAtes.
An Eastern gentleman on visit in the |
"boundless West" wrote home from a
booming "city" in this strain: 'This is !
indeed wonderful country. Every ham,
let is town, every town city, every farm
ranch, every barnyard corral, every
mound mountain and every man liar
While George Krug was driving some
cattle from the place of Josiah M. Thomp-
son in Brady twp. one day last week |
two year-old red heifer broke from the |
herd and ran of in the direction Of West
Sunbury. Whoever picks her up ia re-
quested to write to the Krug Bros. at But
Ter and somebody will be sent out for her.
"A member of one of the Literary So |
cieties Of this town borrowed our copy of |
the Mckinley bill few days ago, in order |
to post himself for a debate upon it. This |
action Of society of young men-debating |
SO important measure-speaks well for !
for the coming generation. Though we
are having trouble at present in securing
the election of Presidents, United States
Senators and Postmasters by the popular |
vote, the time will come when we will not
only haveiihat, but also the popular vote
on all great public measures, like the Nc
Kinley bill, and copies of such bills, will
be found in the libraries of every school
district in the country.
Upon the lap of earth the trees
Their withered leaves are sowing;
And as they fall we ask the breeze,
"Oh, whittier are they goingi"
The breeze through each forest aisle
In saddest tones is grieving;
And leaves are gently falling while