The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1901-07-10
FROM THE FIRST WARD.

ih'O NchiS We Sttu 10 nave OOl
dry and wet seasons, the same as the,
have in the Philippines.
Wen tell You all about the Pan
American Exposition when we get bach
home.
A great place for change and rest
the Buffalo Exposition. The servants
get the change and the hotel keeper
the rest.
The Lambertvile Rubber Co. has
about twenty men Mt work deepening
and widening out their dam. This
dam or reservoir gives them an extra
supply of water and the company
spares no expense in keeping it in the
best of working order
IT the boys of Lambertville intend
to be men when they grow up to the
average size, they must not let their
minds run too much ON patent leather
shoes, and high, stiff, standing collars,
and gaudy neckties, and fool tangled
caps, and cuff buttons, and silver
mounted canes, and visiting cards.
and dress suits, and white vests, and
the science of pool and billiards, and
foot ball, and golf, and waltzing, and
gaming social clubs and secret orders.
and whole lot of other etcettery. nc.
General Sickles says that the great
mass of veterans would have voted
against Mckinley in the late cam
raigh had not the removal of Pension
commissioner Evans been promised.
Right YOU are, General. The Veterans
showed what they thought of Com
missioner Evans at Philadelphia. at
the q. A. Il. Reunion; and Evans, as
well as President Mckinley, knows
what love they have for him. The
General has blood in his ewes. and
with the whole of the Grand Army to
back him in this honorable fight,
Commissioners Evans will have to step
down and out
John Masterson came home from
Windsor Locks, Conn, Tuesday after
noon of last week and spent the
Fourth with his family, on Swan
street He left again on Friday for
he above named place, where he is
experimenting large paper mill.
A. Trauger left on the 8. 38 up train |
or Buila'o last Saturday morning. He |
Will remain for II week looking over |
he "Hexposition."
On the evening of the 4th, some |
'erson fired bullet through the
window of Mrs. John Moonan's house
IN South Main Street. Mrs. Moonan |
vas sitting on the porch at the time |
he bullet passed over her head, went |
through the window and imbedded |
tself iii the casing of Il door. The |
il that the shot was fired |
Intentionally and suspicion is centred |
Ipon certain parties
1t was just before the war. | must
elate what happened to me while
ssisting IN running the "Sourland |
fountain Rocket Ike Jones was |
INNING little six by nothing daily |
II the town of knittingbery, and he |
fas drawn to serve rs jnryman IN
he United States Court, and had to
o over to Pennington. All the other
ools were out of town at the time; so
10 persuaded me to take charge of the
flee for one week, if not sooner shot |
nut Of the Office by an angry consti-
ueney. On the next day after Mr.. |
Juilus Tp1t tOwn, MA ola enemy,
Colonel Snaiehem, died in the Palace
Saloon from long continued over
dosing with cellar made rot gut wills
key, and his friends called on me TO
give the Colonel good send of,
planking down $50 to grease the press
with and give the improvised editor
an inspiration. Now ! didn't know
that Jones and i5natchem were deadly
enemies, having been old rivals for n
lady 3 hand, who afterwards married n
man who went to Congress the follow
ing year by large majority to get
his pension raised, and these two old
fools never forgave each ether. Fifty
dollars was big thing in my eyes,
aud | ate over six inches of bacon
skin, broiled on top of the office
stove, aud then sat my eulogistie and
obituaryistic machine going and
ground ont over Il column of milk
wanm praise, declaring that Colonel
Snatchem was the last Of the angel
visitors on earth, and that his like for
honor and greatness and virtue would
hardly be found on earth again until
the millennium arrived with fresh
up with a few lines IN poetry. |
wanted to give the Coloneps friends
even more than they bargained for E
more tLan they paid for. | was wound
up with big inspiration and it was
no effort TO spill ont few splashea
like this:
How dear TO the heart is thy memory dear
Snatchem,
When the foul smell Of lager thy fee brings
To view;
That visions of schooners how thy dear hand
would catch en-,
And down went the contents without more
ado
Through the mists of your vision we see thy
face beaming.
For out through the shadow it shines like n
star;
Wealmost forget now that We are but dream
ing.
Recalling thy brisket as II hung on the bar
That broad noble briakef
That manly old brisket
That beer-slObbered brisLet
That hung on the bar
Now you shonld have seen editor
Jones rear and pitch and swear wher
he came home from Pennington. He
gave me no time to explain matters,
but pitched into me and called me
liar and scoundrel, and declared that
every word Of praise written about