Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1897-11-02

cause you buy them of hawker. One
of them was on the streets Of Bowdoin-
ham the other day selling ten pounds
Of onions for a quarter. The mer-
chants Of the place were selling 13
| pounds for the same money
| This is the year for pine cones.
| A Dead River guide who shoots a
good deal, declares that he has spent
more money in the past year for cloth
to clean his gun with than he has paid
out for shirts, and he has shirts
enough, too. 1
| Mr.. Ivory Bickford Of Biddeford is
one of the live boys" of Maine. About
a hundred of his neighbors called upon
him the other day to congratulate him
upon the advent of his Goth birthday
He received the guests himself and as
they entered, he cordially shook thu
hands of each and during the evening
joked and conversed with the guests as
If his years sat lightly on him. The
people did not go to the house empty
handed for a number of presents were
given to Mr.. Bickford and one of them
being frosted cake bearing go in
raised figures. Amusements were in
dulged in until a late hour. One of the
features of the evening was a real oil
fashioned jig. which was performed
by Mr. Bickford, and the*lway he
stepped IT out" made some of the
younger ones blush.
And now the good people of Oxford
county are getting tired of running
winter boarding house for tramps. The
Norway Advertiser declares that a
stone yard is needed at the Jail. How
the festive hobo doth flee him, these
frosty autumn days, from the counties
where such institutions exist.
"A Phillips man arose early the other
morning and left his two-year-old boy
in bed with the lamp burning on
stand in the room. He had no sooner
got out of the room. than the young
man got up, seized the lamp and took
it into bed with him. 1t very soon set
the bed clothes on fire and the first
warning the family had was when the
child screamed. Blankets We're thrown
over him and the blaze was extin-
guised before much injury was done.
A visitor at the Thomaston State
prison recently asked a convict how
long he had to serve Don't know"
was the reply. Don't know!" echoed
the astonished questioner. NO" said
the prisoner cooly-"Tm in for life
Prof Carvill of Littleton, who as
pires to be Governor of Maine in con-
sideration of Observation-Disclosures fero-
cious-opposition to the dog law.
meandered into Mars Hill the other
day and. in the evening was given an
opportunity to show the voters just
why he should be supported at the
polls upon that platform. and, incl
dentally, to persuade them to sign a
petition to the citizens of Maine to
make him their Chief Executive.
The Pressure Isle Star Herald gives
a breezy and vivid description of the
events that followed: A chair was
placed for him to stand on in the
handsome store of York and York and
good sized crowd gathered to listen
to his remarks. The professor warmed
up over his subject in a highly enter
tanning manner and kept letting out
link after link until the applause shook
the big building. He swept the paris
green law from the statutes and re-
stored the cur to his former glory.
Prose and poetry were mixed up indis-
criminately. When he presented his
petition the crowd tumbled over each
other in anxiety to sign the document.
Each individual signed a number of
times, and finally one man put the Pc
triton in his pocket and started for
the door. The Prof. saw the act and
claimed he was Powers heeler. and
catching him by the neck he shook the
petition from his clothes and gave him
a few words of advice" and called on
the committee that had been previous
ly chosen to preserve law and order.
He claimed that he was in the hands of
mob and requested them to escort
him to the hotel. He started under
their protection, one on each side, and
j. Robinson. the potato buyer, guard
ing his rear from the rotten potatoes
that fllled the air.. Some one hit him
on the chin witfa rotten lemon and he
pulled his gun. heavy bull dog re-
voiver, and fiourished it around in such