The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1902-10-08
FROM HE FlRsT WARD.

S"'So ~ any ITiCS. TIC pflCo OF
wood is now $l.75 per load, and is also
scarce and hard to get. We see coal
is quoted at from $50 to $50 per ton in
some localities. Now, this is very
serious question for the laboriug class
OF people to contend with: rs one ton
OF coal at the above price will cost him
at least one half his month $ pay, there
fore, It is simply out of the question
for him to live and pay his way under
these circumstances. Nevertheless, if
he fails to pay for his living commod-
tiles he Is put down rs Il dishonest
man. We notice that the mayor of
Boston has issued call amongst the
leading citizens, and intends to form
relief association to look after the
worthy laboring class. Does any of
our well-to-do citizens ever give a
thought to this worthy and deserving
class of people? We hardly think
they do.
We honestly think that if thorough
house-to- house canvass was instigated
in our city, in not one in fifty lahoring
mems cellars could be found n single
scuttle of coal.
The Pennsylvania Railroad has de-
cided to head OFF North Union street.
The people are beginning to wonder
how much of this city they own.
They will not permit n trolley road to
enter our city. Neither will they al
low steam road to do so. You must
travel by their conveyance or walk.
Some of our leading manufacturers are
shipping their freight via the Reading
from New Hope and we suppose the
p. II. Il. will soon put stop to this
also.
The Pennsylvania Railroad claims
their natural right to regulate the
traffic in Lambertville and they work
their right and might for their own
personal benefit. 1t is all farce to
say that n corporation has natural
rights to regulate all traffic in the
City of Lambertville.
Speaking of natural rights always
recalls little incident that occurred
down in the Swampoodle district of
old Mount Range. Mrs. O'Hoeligan
and Mrs. McGoogan lived in adjoining
shanties and they were always at log
gerheads over social affairs, each hay
ing a daughter in society and both
being very ambitious to catch and
land n prosperous son-in- law. There
was one particular young man in the
the junk dealers son.
That each fond mother was schemiug
to catch, and sometimes he paid atten-
ton to Miss O'Hooligan and some
times he spent an evening Mt the Nc.
Googan mansion. This uncertainty
and suspense caused the mothers to
grow very jealous and they never lost
an opportunity to throw insinuations
and insults, while the daughters were
equally as bitter in their feelings.
One fine summer morning as was
driving our COW through this portion
of the town, ON the way out to our
blue clay farm, the peculiar color of
the soil giving Brindle's milk that
pale, aristocrntie blue, no desirable in
high life, ] overheard quarrel be-
tween the two families.
"Fwhat n beautiful and foin mornin
It's, to be shure, Mishter Abraham
only fer de shmell av stale fate nix
dure, | dunno" exclaimed Mrs. O'Hoo
ligan, as / went by the house, gent,
brushing the flies from old Brindle, a.
we trotted along. This remark brought
Mrs. McDoogan to the door, with q
very red face, and voice pitched M
in G., and she remarked to me, loud
enough for her neighbours benefit.
"Aea, Mister Abram, dc scanery is
foine dis mornin'; only famale nv
me aristoocratic failens grows toired
av seem do homliest ould mug in GRE
alton hanging ont nv de windy, not
three rods away, all day long"
"Its me own windy, an me own
shwate face that yez see protrooding, .
spoke up Mrs. O'Hooligan, "and it's
me natural roights to shtand III me
own house an look out upon de ugly
crature mkt door. Isn't that so, Mis-
Abraham"
"Now, Mister Abraham" suggested
Mrs. McDoogan, Gin sphoite nv n
woman's natural roights TO hang her
ugly mug out nv her own windy de
whole day long, don't ye think il
wud be great resht to de wurld, if
she'd let some other mimber nv her
family look out occasionally; it wud
drive away dis nightmare nv horror
from do moinds av her neighbors, and
let them once more hape the wurld
duz not all cansist Of ploog -ooglies
an monkeys, ell, Mister Abraham"
Then both women rushed to their
pie Of brick bats stored away for such
occasions. And I and Brindle scorched
down the alley.