The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1897-10-14
WILMOT.

with her sister, Mrs. Marsh, TeCuFHeu
to her home in Pennsylvania Friday
Rev. Petit, the new Methodist min
lister, was around calling on the villag-
ers Saturday.
Tom KlnreaG now is the owner of a
COW, purchased at Pacey's auction.
Chas. Bascom and family, of Elgin,
and lately of South Dakota, have been
visiting among friends in this vicinity
during the past few weeks. Chas.
formerly known as g Bishop") is a
former resident well known TO every
body hereabouts and thinks some of
relocating in our midst.
A load of Burlington boys rode
through the village Sunday on their
way to Antioch. When they passed
through on the return up at about nine
o'clock in the evening the load was in
creased, not in numbers, but in spirits
although some who heard them in the
afternoon may regard the statement as
impossible.
The auction at A. G.. Pacey's farm
Friday was an extensive affair and
lasted from early morning until late IN
the afternoon. The sale of food, stock,
fodder, etc., amounted to over So, 800.
We must not neglect to chronicle
that William Brewer expects soon to be
made coheir in a legacy Of $3.50, 200.
1t seems that Mr.. Brewer has cousin
whose lines were cast in the old En-
pire state in such fortunate position
that when he died he left property
rated at the above amount, but did not
leave any immediate family to share
the same. But he did leave a will and
by its terms a young man, not rela-
tive, was named as the heir. And now
the Wisconsin cousins, some eight or
ten in number, are planning to go east,
have hired a lawyer and expect to
smash that will into more pieces than
there are words in the dictionary.
Mr.. Brewer has no doubts concerning
their ability to do this, and on the
strength of the windfall has planned
several important Improvements. He
thinks it would be dangerous to trust
so much money in a bank and has
therefore determined to bury it. Were
it Lot for the fear of giving the thing
away to robbers and providers Of like
disposition we might tell tales Of mid
night and onion beds, of moonlight
shadows and rows of potatoes, of
crosses, faces and even of mysterious
lamentations. But move fear we
have already said too much-ah, well,
if danger threatens we promise to
turn out even in storm and do our
share towards keeping guard over that
onion bed.
The juvenile base ball club of VIII
mot journeyed up to Silver Lake Sat
urday afternoon and enjoyed them
selves with nine from that village to
the tune of 90 to 16. Raymond Darby
transferred the club both ways in q
surrey, and being something of a
rhymster and full of enthusiasm COM
posed the following, which he has
handed us with a desire for its publica-
ton:
Wilmot's in the field today,
Mind your eye;
Silver Lake must up and play,
Wonder why?
Corker's waiting for the word;
There she goes now, that's a bird;
Tommy keep your eye on third.
Let her fly when you try.
Keep your eyes on umpire Blum;
He's the man.
Flies don't ever bother him;
Rush the can.
Kruck is solemn as an owl,
ScOttie smashed wicked foul,
Hit man and made him bawl,
What fan; luckless man.
Game came to an end at last;
Blowing in
Our fellows were outclassed;
Horns of tin.
HOmeWard now our way we take,
Such racket as we make,
Voak and Doc and John Westlake.
Oh, the din; what sin.