Year: 1877

Some four months ago, says the
Detroit Free Press, a girl named Sarah
Schmidt, eighteen years old and weigh
ing one hundred and forty pounds,
reached this city direct from Germany
and secured place to work at one of
the summer hotels up the river. She
has friends living near the toll-gate,
and the other evening she started to come
into the city on foot. Being told that
she would incur personal danger by
travelling alone on the highway after
dark, Sarah picked up an old wagon
spoke as she left home and balanced it
on her thumb as jauntily as the boy
from Dublin carries his shillelah.


When near the Water Works three
men who were lying beside the fence,
having either turned in for the night or
waiting for some adventure, walked into
the road ahead of the girl, and one of
them asked her for money. She can not
understand English very well, and could
only make out a word now and then of
the questions directed to her. The men
followed along close behind her for
few rods, and then one of them sprang
forward and grasped her left arm with
both his hands and began pulling her
out of the road. The others were ad-
vancing to aid him when the solid little
girl spoke her mind in a way that
made her assailants feel bad The wagon
spoke made a tough and handy weapon,
and after striking one blow she sailed
in to strike dozen. One of the tramps
struck at her several times with knife,
and the others dealt her blows with their
fists, proving that they had some des-
perate plan against her. The girl not
only made gallant defense, but forced
the fighting. In return for the black
eye, bloody nose and torn clothing re-
ceived in the three-minute skirmish, she
cracked their pates until they were glad
to retreat. About eleven o'clock that
night the three fellows came down to
the Hamtramck drug store and wanted
to know if their was hospital in the
city where one could be fixed up by a
doctor without charge. Two of the
fellows stood back in the darkness and
their injuries could not be seen, though
the spokesman said that the three had
been engaged in a ugh-and-tumble
fight in saloon and had a broken nose,
three broken fingers and several bad
cuts to be attended to. This fellow s
face was all blood, and blood was rnn.
ming down his cheek from scalp wound
and he didn't seem at all anxious to
know whether that stout-armed girl was
going back home that night or not. She
was not in the least excited when she
reached her friends house, but seemed
rather annoyed that she didn't get in al
least one square knock down.


The bankers of Glasgow, Scotland
rebel at the new law which require,
them to stamp their loaves with theil
names and the weight of the loaf. This
shows that they are not as the Amerf
can bakers are, as the latter would hal
with delight any such requirement, and
would stamp not only their name, but
the number of their place of business
together with other interesting particu
lars in connection with their trade, anC
probably they would rent out the re
manning space on each loaf to other ad
vertisers, and also make gigantic state
ments concerning the daily circulation
: of the loaves. These Glasgow people
seem to have no idea of the benefit
that follow extensive advertising.