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[Welland Telegraph, 21 September 1909]

A large number of urban municipalities in Canada have availed themselves of the Carnegie Library fund. Out of the fund handsome public buildings have been erected and excellent libraries maintained.

Alderman John Goodwin makes the suggestion that the Town of Welland ought to take advantage of the liberality of the Master of Skibo, and indeed, why not?

The present accommodation at the Town Hall in not too ample and will shortly be required for a department of the municipality. The day will surely come when the town will have to provide a site and building for a library. Why not provide the site and have Mr. Carnegie supply the building?

The matter is one worthy of the attention of the Library Board and should receive from them their endorsement.


Special to the Press

[Welland Tribune, 12 August 1919]

Lenox, Mass., Aug. 11. Andrew Carnegie died at his summer home Shadowbrook, here at 7 o’clock this morning in his 84th year. The cause of death was bronchial pneumonia.


[Welland Tribune, 25 December 1891]

Unable to decipher name of artist.

The federation of this church was laid in 1792 in which year the Rev. Robt. Addison was appointed by the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel in foreign parts, missionary and rector of the parish of Niagara. The first entry in the register was the wedding of Henry Warren and Catharine Algor in 1792.

“May 31, 1793, died Mrs. Catharine Butler, wife of Col. Butler.”

“January 25, 1794 was buried E. Kerr, wife of Robert Kerr, Esq.,”

Mrs. Kerr (Elizabeth) was a daughter of Sir William Johnson and his wife Mollie Brant, sister of Thayendanegea. Mr. Kerr was a near relative to the Duke of Roxorough. One of his sons was Col. Wm. T. Kerr, of Wellington Square now Burlington, Ont. Another entry in St. Mark’s church register is the burial of C. John Butler of the Rangers, May 15, 1796.

The history of Upper Canada of 100 years ago is full of interest.

There is an excellent book, “Stones, Saints & Sinners “ Walking tours of Niagara-on-the Lake’s large historic cemeteries” written by Fred Habermehl and Donald L. Combe.

PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH – Last Services in the Old Church

A Glance Back into the Presbyterian History of This District

[Welland Telegraph, 3 January 1890]

On Sunday morning last Rev. Mr. McCuaig preached his last sermon in the old building, and notwithstanding the rough weather the church was well filled. It is always sad to say good-bye to anything that one has long been accustomed to, whether it be his native home, his business, or his friends; equally so it is to feel that you are worshipping in your church for the last time. True, one may be moving to a new house, decorated and finished in all the modern improvements that architecture can devise, still it is not like the old home and the fondness and loving memory of those who worshipped with us for so many years, will make it near and dear to many who attended this service to pay their last tribute of respect. The new house will never efface those thoughts from their memories. Mr. McCuaig has been pastor of this church for a little over two years, and in that time he has done more good work, not only in getting the members to build a new church, which betiding is an ornament to the town, but he has been the means of building up the church itself; from a few members who welcomed him here he has gone on increasing their numbers, until today it stands as one of the best attended congregations in the town, The pastor has the knack and ability of speaking to his congregation which at once makes an impression on his hearers, he pleads with them is such language that each person feels that it is a personal matter, that his preaching is a sermon to him and is not intended for so and so, who unfortunately happens to be absent. Outside the church he is more than pastor, he is a friend to those in trouble or in sickness, as well as a genial visitor to those that are well.

The choir deserves a word of praise, especially those members who have stuck to their places for so long and so faithfully; it may be that some are impresses with the novelty of being members of the choir when they first sing in the new church, or perhaps it is from pure love that the choir has marvelously increased in numbers an strength within the last few Sabbaths.

Mr. T.D. Cowper, who has been superintendent of the Sunday School for the past two years, made a very appropriate address to the scholars on Sunday afternoon, and in closing the school the last chapter in the history of the old church was concluded.

At the morning service Mr. McCuaig took his text form the 1st Samuel, 7th chapter, 12th verse. “Then Samuel took a stone and set it between Mizpsh and Shen and called the name of it Ebenezer, saying, Hitherto hath the Lord helped us.” The word Ebenezer engraved on the stone by Samuel after having driven the Philistines out of Israel , whither they had collected for battle against the Israelites, is very suitable for this our last service, for we can now say with the prophet, “Hitherto hath the Lord helped us.” The preacher than went into the reasons why they required a new church, speaking very feeling and kindly to his members, and his sermon was listened to with the keenest of interest by all present.

Below is a brief sketch of Presbyterian history in Welland:

The history of the Presbyterian church in Welland may be said to begin from the year 1834. It is true that before that year there had been occasional services held in the neighborhood. The united Presbyterian church of the United States sent several ministers into the Niagara peninsula, who travelled through the then most unbroken forest, even as early as the end of last and beginning of this century. Very faithful were these brethren, and many __journey they made in preaching the glorious gospel of the blessed savior to perishing sinners. But Welland does not appear to have been visited, perhaps because there were no inhabitants here at the time. Services were held at Cook’s Mills and from Fort Erie to old Niagara, and inland from St. Catharines to Smithville and Barton the lamp of divine truth was carried by these missionaries of the cross.

When the Welland canal was entered upon and the village of Merrittsville, now Welland commenced its history, services were a little more continuous. They were held in the old school house on the bank of the Welland river. About the year 1848 Rev. Mr. McIntosh, of the Church of Scotland, conducted worship in that house. He returned to Scotland in the following year and died there.

After the lapse of some years the few Presbyterians in Welland endeavored to revive the cause. They made applications to Rev. Mr. McAllister, then minister at Port Robinson, in connection with the united Presbyterian church of America. Mr. McAllister preached at intervals during the summer months for about two years, when he returned to the United States.

Nothing was done after Mr. McAllister’s removal to the States for a period of about ten or twelve years. Meantime the village was growing and more Presbyterians settled to be near it. It was then resolved that something should be done to maintain the ordinance of the gospel according to the ordinance of the Presbyterian church. In pursuance of this good object, a memorial was presented to the Presbytery of Hamilton, in connection with the Canada Presbyterian church, requesting that court to take the proper steps to organize then in a congregation. The Presbytery granted the request and appointed Rev. F. Burns of St. Catharines to organize the congregation. The congregation was organized in 1862 by Mr. Burns.

Our late townsman, John Dunigan, Esq., presented the congregation with a lot of ground on Church street. The deed connecting the gift is a very lengthy one. It was made in the names of Messrs. Archibald Thompson senior, and Daniel McCaw, both of whom still remain and worship in the church, and John Phillips, deceased, as trustees of the congregation and their successors. Among other conditions in the aged though somewhat ragged (through age) deed, with the wise one that the church should be built and ready for use within the period of eighteen months. This put the little congregation on their mettle and they nobly fulfilled their part as the church was opened and dedicated to the worship of God in January 1864.

But after this exertion the cause seems to have settled into a state of dormancy for another eight years, or rather, it was in the mission station, getting a supply of preachers from the Presbytery were able to give it. Although number of the congregation stuck with the tenacity peculiar to Pres. and hold on to the cadee for that. Then a united call was given to W. Hancock, a minister of the Presbyterian church from congregations of Crowland, Port Colborne and Welland. Mr. Hancock was received as a pastor into the Canada Presbyterian church and acted as minister of the three churches, 25th August 1872. Mr. Hancock had this charge until the 12th January 1875 when he resigned and became minister of North Pelham and Port Colborne. He now resides in Toronto.

When Mr. Hancock left there was a vacancy of about a year. Reverend Clarke was called and became minister on 25th July 1876. He remained a few months, when for reasons he kept to himself, he resigned his position 1876.

A vacancy of rather more than ten months occurred, during which Port Colborne separated from Welland. Various ministers preached, and in 1878 they made a united call to Rev. James McEwen of Westminister, who was inducted in August of that year. Mr._ associated with him as a…

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Alexander Reid, of Crowland and James McCabe of Thorold …until the congregation should …choose elders from….This, however did not take place …when Messrs. J.M. Dunn and J.H. Burgar were elected and duly ordained and inducted. Mr. George C. Cowper was added to the number of that session as an elder. Mr. McEwen remained ..of Welland and Crowland until. of 1885, when he resigned his…the hands of the Presbytery again became vacant. This continued for about eighteen months ..which some ineffectual steps were made to secure a minister. Meantime, the congregation was increasing in number ..in the summer of 1887 the congregation extended a call to Rev. F. McCuaig, which call was placed before the Presbytery and soon Rev. F. McCuaig who was inducted in October, 1887. ..In August addition was made to the session with Alexander Robertson, J.H. Burgar (elected) and Thomas D. Cowper having been chosen by the members to the office of the eldership.

The membership of the church was steadily increasing. At the first the number of members might have been counted on two hands.. Communion after Mr.McEwen the number was only 27. The number on the session roll at this time ..this did not represent entirely who have been members……


Fonthill News

[Welland Tribune, 28 August 1885]

On Tuesday last, 18th inst., our esteemed townsman, D. D’Deverardo, left for a sojourn at Saratoga Springs, to receive much needed treatment from his old medical advisor, Dr. Ford. He has our best wishes for his speedy restoration to his usual health.

Drowned In The Lake

[Welland Tribune, 2 July 1897]

Miss Myra Hopkirk, the nineteen –year-old daughter of Thomas F. Hopkirk, of Parkdale, was drowned in the lake 400 yards west of the Exhibition Park, through the upsetting of a canoe on Monday.



A Realistic Romance of Welland, in which a Number of Prominent Business Men Take a Very Conspicuous Part.

(Copyright 1897 By W.S.G)

[Welland Tribune, 22 October 1897]

Miss Summers-Polly-I-I-er-dare I-“ But the speaker took a header over bashfulness, only to hear a sweet

“Yes, Charley.”

“Can I aspire to-er-to-that-is”

Again a lapse into silence, followed by an encouraging

“Yes, Charley.”

“Oh if I might only hope to er-to-

Another failure of language. It was seemingly a hopeless case, and might have been only for a demure.

“Charley, I have said ‘yes’ twice, and if you mean it, I mean it, too, and-“

And to this day that young man will insist that he popped the question.

All this happened away “down east,” and it wasn’t long before there was a wedding. Not much longer before there came a letter from Polly’s Uncle Josh, out here, who wrote elusively of his delight at her exhibition of what he called “grit,” and he proposed that if the young people would locate at Welland he would start them up in life, as a wedding gift. Of course they accepted, and were soon bidding their friends adieu.

A few weeks subsequent to the above conversation a travel-stained party arrived in Welland. Our friend, Uncle Josh, was in charge and he led the party straightway to a hotel. “The Arlington,” said he, “is a typical Canadian hotel of the best class. I have known Nelson Pitton,, the proprietor for years and he is mine host after mine own heart, a through business man, endowed with that delightful intuition that makes a guest feel at home, comfortable, contented, and in mighty good luck. The house is one of convenience; the apartments are well furnished and the cuisine all that a superior cook and unlimited orders on the market can make it. I have engaged rooms here until your own house is in readiness.” With these remarks Uncle Josh graciously presented to Charles the deed of a cozy cottage.

“After breakfast,” said the old man, “I am ready to go and buy your outfit. To expedite matters I have ordered a carriage from A.D. White, our enterprising livery man.” When the handsome carriage with elaborate trappings and prancing horses drew up in front of the hotel Polly declared it the “finest turnout she had ever seen.” “Yes sir-ee,” replied Uncle Josh,” the three S’s. ‘Speed, Safety and Style’ is his coat of arms. So, young folks, when you want to take a drive, either for business or pleasure go to him for a rig every time. His wedding, party and funeral equipment are unsurpassed.” It was in this stylish turnout that the rounds of the town were made.

“Having provided you with a cage for the bird,” said Uncle Josh, “now the first thing we’ll look after will be the furnishings for it.” Hereupon Polly energetically declared that she had heard so much about A. Lawrence’s Red Rocker that she had decided to go there. The result was that they were ushered into such a bewildering display that the girl was at first at a loss how to select. But she soon yielded to the seductiveness of a magnificent parlor suite, a bedroom set in oak, antique finish, that would do credit to old Antiquity himself. To this she added a dining room set with all accessories, an easy rocker for Uncle Josh, and didn’t forget a most convenient and ornamental writing desk for “Hubby” Charles. And she remarked that she considered Mr. Lawrence’s prices below the whisper of competition.

“A pretty good start,” said the old man, and now we’ll go to P. McMurray’s big tinware and stove store. Here Polly’s housewifely instincts had full play in marvels of kitchen apparatus. “There is not an establishment in the country that carries a more comprehensive stock of household furnishings,” remarked Uncle Josh. “Every possible piece of kitchen furniture from a tin dipper to a cooking range is here in all styles and variety. If Polly fails to accomplish wonders in the culinary art, it will not be for want of superior cooking utensils, for she purchased a Grand Jewel steel range cook stove with all equipments needed in a well-regulated kitchen, besides an Ideal baseburner for the parlor, all of which Uncle Josh paid for with delight cause he knew Mr. McMurray had treated him right.

“But say, hold on a minute,” said the old man. “I propose that you shall have everything convenient and up to date about your house, and I guess it wouldn’t be a bad idea to talk with Mr. McMurray about putting in one of them famous acetylene gas machines. He is manager for the Acetylene Gas Machine company, and I tell you they are a great invention. And for a brilliant, cheap and safe light there ain’t nothing like it.” The idea struck Polly to a tee, so Uncle Josh then and there ordered their house fitted up for acetylene gas.

Woman-like, Polly was discussing the matter of how she would arrange her new house and was interrupted by Uncle Josh. “And these house fixins remind me, “says he “that you haven’t got your dishes yet.” The most famous stock in extent, quality and completeness is at S.H. Griffith’s China Hall. But the average reader need not be told what an array of table ware Polly had to select from. There isn’t positively, a thing in the line of china, crockery, glass or porcelain needed for use or ornament in any part of the house that cannot be found at S.H. Griffith’s immense variety and at wonderfully low prices. They also have a splendid stock of lamps of every description and decorated are in abundance. Polly’s big order suggested her thorough appreciation.

“Yes, and I must have an album, Uncle Josh,” quoth Polly, “and-“”Yes, and a bible with a reasonably big family register,” interrupted the old man, “so we’ll go in to B. Lundy’s book store. You’ll find many articles indispensable for the parlor as well as the library there, and as for variety, they have an unequalled stock.” So here Polly’s purchase included miscellaneous books, fancy stationery, all the latest agonies, bric-a-brac for all manner for the centre table, besides enough wall paper and window shades for every room of her house, and finding an immense assortment of magazines, periodicals and newspapers, also subscribed for everything in sight. Polly remarked to the generous old uncle, “Why, I don’t know when to quit buying. Mr. Lundy sells such nice goods, and so cheap, too.”

At this point, somewhat to the confusion of Charley, the old man indulged in a half serious criticism of his personal appearance. “You are decidedly off style for a townsman,” said he, “and we’d better go and see L.H. Pursel & Co., the fashionable merchant tailor and men’s furnishers, about some new duds. They are up-to-date people, understand the changing style and for fits and high-class workmanship this firm is especially noted, while on the other hand you’ll find a big stock of suitings which have been selected with care and rare good taste.  I’ll guarantee that you you’ll look more like a newly married am when you get togged out in one of Pursel & Co’s suits. Charley left his measure, before departing, found such a tempting array stylish hats and other men’s furnishings, that he got a whole outfit. When a few days later he was fully togged out, Polly declared she’s have fallen in love with him sooner had he been a patron of L.H. Pursel & Co.

“And in the matter of insurance,” continued Uncle Josh, “that is of importance. You will want a risk on your new house and furniture; then you can’t do a more sensible or satisfactory thing than to provide for your wife a paid-up policy in life insurance. Swayze & Son not only have lines of the solidest and best companies, but they are expert and trustworthy underwriters. They have a large number of companies, all of which belong to the old reliable category, being well-known for their prompt and satisfactory adjustment of losses. It’s better to be safe than sorry, and you’ll surely be safe in this agency.” Not only did Charles place his fire insurance with Swayze & Son, but also took out a $5,000 policy in the Canada Lafe, the best company of its kind in the world.

“There is another thing,” added Uncle Josh, “should you ever desire to take a vacation trip, Swayze & Son are the people to see about tickets. They issue railroad tickets to any point, east or west, on the North American continent, as cheap, if not sometimes cheaper, than you could otherwise procure them, even, besides, you’ll have the advantage of their experience in selecting good routes.” “Oh, we’ll remember that,” replied Charles.

“Oh me! Oh my!” ejaculated Polly as they halted before a show window, “what a perfectly lovely slipper.” “Yes, said Uncle Josh, “McCaw and Son’s stock can’t be equalled in style and extent in this section. Go in, look it over and get acquainted.” It might have been policy not to have extended that invitation, had not Uncle Josh known what wise economy it is to trade at McCaw & Son’s, for Polly found goods and prices so seductive that she purchased an outfit from a pretty slipper to a handsome walking boot. Charley, invested in gents fine shoes, while Uncle Josh indulged in a stout farm boot, with rubbers for the crowd. No one needing footwear can resist the styles and prices offered by McCaw & Son.

“Oh, Uncle Josh,” exclaimed Polly, “I surely will be lonely without a piano.” Uncle Josh was noticed to examine his bank book rather lugubriously. “Well, I guess I can stand it,” he said, “but, by the way, which piano would you most prefer?” “I think I’d like to have a Morris, which I understand is sold by J.M. Livingston. Several people have recommended it to me for its purity of tone, sympathy of touch, beauty of finish and a whole lot of other good points.” “You couldn’t choose a better instrument,” replied the old man, “and sure enough Mr. Livingston is the very man to see about it.” Polly selected the coveted Morris piano while Uncle Josh wrote out a check, pleasantly too-cause he knew the price was extremely reasonable.

“Let’s see-I promised you a gold watch, didn’t I,” queried Uncle Josh of Polly, “and Hamilton, the jeweler, is the man to sell us one cheap.” Entering the popular jewelry store the old man gallantly acquitted himself of the promise and then directed Polly’s attention to the superior stock of silverware carried by the house. “There is now other such house in town,” said the old man, “and I will guarantee the quality to be the very best. Pick out your family clock while here,” he added. “Hamilton carries a magnificent line. Don’t forget another fact,” he continues, “if Charley’s old turnip ever breaks down this is the place to fetch it for repairs,’ cause Hamilton is an expert doctor on sick watches, and can fix ‘em up good as new.”

“Halt!” commanded Uncle Josh, as the party came in front of F.J. Hardison’s handsome drug store, “Walk right in.” “Why uncle, we’re not sick, and –““Guess I know that, but I suspect it won’t be long before this young man begins to take an interest in matters of paregoric, etc., and-““Uncle!” “Well, go in anyway, Polly may find some toilet articles she wants.” Sure enough, before leaving she was loaded down with combs, brushes, face powders and ounces upon ounces of fine imported perfumes. “Don’t forget,” added Uncle Josh, “to come here with your prescriptions, as Mr. Hardison is a competent pharmacist and uses pure and reliable drugs.”

“Oh, say, Uncle,” exclaimed Polly, “where can I go for dry goods? This dress is hardly suitable, I must admit. “ “Well, my girl, if you want to select from one of the most popular establishments in town, I will direct you to the Ross Co., which carries a stock of dress goods that for variety and real value is seldom seen outside the largest metropolitan cities. This store has all the latest weaves in fashionable dress goods and you are sure to be guided right in your selections. You will find Mr. Ross pleasant to deal with and his employees polite and expert, while the prices cannot be duplicated.” It did not take Polly long to tell a bargain when she saw one, so after getting a lovely dress she turned her attention to the purchase of a stylish mantle, of which The Ross Co. show some extra choice values.

This delightful part of the programme over, Polly turned to Uncle Josh with a most natural question for a woman: “What about carpets, Uncle?” she asked. “Well, it does take you wimmin folks to think of things, but I tell you it won’t take me long to think where to get them carpets. The Ross Co. have got everything in carpets from linoleum for the kitchen up to axministers for the parlor. Step right upstairs and see for yourself.” Polly got something suitable for every room of her house, as well as rugs, table linens, lace curtains, and draperies. And her buying was rendered a pleasure by the kindly way her wants were attended, to and often anticipated by the popular firm known as The Ross Co.

While Uncle Josh was pondering where to go next, Polly suddenly asked: “Uncle, where can I find the leading millinery establishment?” “Just around the corner,” remarked Uncle Josh, “and we will visit Mrs. M. M. Johnson, who, by the way, has on hand one of the neatest stocks of stylish millinery to be found in the town. You can get what you want there, the latest styles and lowest prices being her motto. Mrs. Johnson’s experience guarantees that when you have purchased of her you have the thing according to fashion and a satisfaction that your work has been done by a competent artist. In a few hours there never was a happier girl than Polly, for the new bonnet she ordered turned out to be a perfect dream of loveliness.”

At this point Uncle Josh suggested that they all go to Ed. Hughes’ Bon-Ton restaurant for refreshments. Thither they repaired and regaled themselves in a lunch fit for the epicureans. “You will notice that everything is neat and clean about this place,” said Uncle Josh, “and if you like oysters and want to have the tempting bivalves served up about right in any style come to the Bon-Ton.”

“And another place I wish to take you, children, is to county clerk R. Cooper’s flour and feed store next door, remarked the old man. “Your introduction to Welland would not be half complete without. Talk about flour, why bless you there ain’t no flour that can come up to the kind he sells. He makes it a point to keep the choicest brands and all smart housewives make it a point to get their flour of him. Then as to feed, this store is headquarters for that. They handle everything from golden oats down, to corn cobs, serve customers with promptness and dispatch. I.ve been dealing with Mr. Cooper for a long time, and I tell you he is a good man to tie to.”

While Uncle Josh spoke he was noticed to examine his bank book in a hesitating way, “I do declare, my balance is almost exhausted,” he said,” and I reckon I’ll need to sell some wheat and clover seed, which fact makes it more important than ever that we see Mr. Cooper. He deals largely in wheat and clover seed, does an extensive shipping business, and maybe depended upon to pay a fellow the highest possible cash market price. Why, I never even think of selling my grain to anybody else but R. Cooper. Cause he is always ready to pay the top notch without quibbling and gee-hawin’ around all day with a fellow.” Uncle Josh thereupon introduced the young people and sold his wheat and clover seed at a good figure.

“But look here, Uncle,” interrupted the young man as they reached the street, “what about coal? We’ve got the stoves, but I reckon they won’t be of much service without fuel. We can’t keep fire on love alone, can we? ““Glad you mentioned it,” replied Uncle Josh. “Buying so much in one day kinder befuddles a fellow. Fortunately, however, it’s only a little distance to W.H. Crow’s coal office. He is my favorite dealer and handles coal which has no superior and few equals; it makes a hot fire, burns up clear, and don’t leave any clinkers. Fair measure, fair treatment and fair prices are what you’ll receive at the hands of W.H. Crow.” A big order was placed for the winter.

“I would like to make you acquainted with Dr. H. Weller, my dentist friend, too,” said the old man. “If you ever have to supplement your natural teeth.” “Ugh! Don’t you mention false teeth to me,” cried Polly. “I’ll never carry ‘pearly lies’ in my mouth if I go toothless. “Oh, as for that,” laughed Uncle Josh, “if you’ll only consult a good dentist in time, you can save the catastrophe. Dr. Weller, for instance, is wonderfully expert in saving natural teeth, and he has the skill and every mechanical appliance necessary to do his work with the least discomfort to his patrons.”

“By the way,” exclaimed Uncle Josh, with a paternal air, as they left the dental office, “the next thing to look after is the arrangement for those improvements which are absolutely necessary. Come with me and I’ll introduce you to Jno. E. Cutler, who is the principal contractor and builder for this county, and he has a well-equipped planning mill in connection. He carries a most complete line of building material-everything, from the sills for the foundation to the shingles for the roof, including doors and windows, mouldings, etc. It is pleasant to deal with Mr. Cutler, for his greatest aim is to give satisfaction to every customer. To have a building put up quickly, in good order and at a moderate cost Mr. Cutler is the man to consult.” The improvements were soon arranged for.

“Holy smoke, Charley, where is the name of creation did you get that snipe? That’s about the worst weed that ever came in contact with my olfactory nerve,” ;laughingly remarked Uncle Josh, “step in here to this cigar stand and get a F.C.B., then you’ll have a gentleman’s smoke. That cigar is a cracker jack, contains all the qualities of a delicious puff, F.R. Camray, the manufacturer, takes great pride to keep that cigar up to the highest standard, and consequently it grows more popular every day.” Charley was so well pleased with the F.C.B, Uncle Josh treated him with to that he bought a whole box and advised his friends to do the same, and forgetting to also speak of the fact that it was made here in Welland and he believed in patronizing home industry.

“Law sakes!” suddenly exclaimed Uncle Josh, “all this trading and shopping round town has caused me to forget one of the greatest essentials to future existence. I have heard it said that newly married folks could live on love and scenery, but an old man of experience knows better-your table would look slim without bread; it’s the ‘staff of life,’ you know. Polly, you must meet W.H. Crowther, the baker, His bread, pies and cakes and nicknacks are conceded by all to be the finest on earth. Remember, Charley, there is no use of your ‘ootsy tootsy’ bothering herself much about baking so long as there is a good baker in town like Mr. Crowther. He made that elegant cake I brought to your wedding.” “Yes, and everybody said it was just lovely,” remarked Polly.

“Yes, and while we are on this important topic of gastronomics, we must not forget meat. It goes hand in hand with bread. Now, to locate a meat market where you can get fresh wholesome meats at all times. W.J. Best is the man t supply you. This is the boss meat market in the town and is popular with everybody who is particular to have the best. The reason for this is all because he is very careful in the selection of stock and gets the freshest of everything and keeps nothing but the very best, in keeping with his name, you know. To keep your ‘Hubby’ in good humor, Polly, trade at W.J. Best’s market every time.”

“Now,” cried the old gentleman, “now for a picture of this crowd in good old country fashion, we’ll go to the photograph gallery, and H.G. Webb has a good one. His pictures are wonderful in fidelity and finish. I want one full-sized photo for my study and some small ones for my friends, and his aristo-platinos are absolutely permanent. Webb has the soul of a true artist; all his work is a labor of love, in which he will not stop short of perfection, and as he is famous for successful enlarging, I want to give you a life size representation of ‘yours truly.’ “. (Uncle Josh’s picture may be seen at Webb’s studio any time the reader desires to call.).

En route to their home the party called at THE TRIBUNE office. “You’ll want the news every week,” remarked Uncle Josh, “and as this is the favorite paper here I’ll subscribe.”

When they reached the house, all three were just about “tuckered out,” but a bottle of choice “Seagram’s ’83,” which, unknown to the young folks, Uncle Josh had ordered from Phelps, the wine and spirit merchant, soon revived them into a cheerful mood. While enjoying the mellow beverage-after warning the young folks against the evils of over indulgence in drink of any kind,-Uncle Josh imparted the information, however, that it would be advisable to keep something strictly pure about the house for medical purposes, you know. And in such events Mr. Phelps was the proper person to apply to for such extras, because that merchant keeps all the best brands in stock, and is an all-round good fellow. Anyone can see that Uncle Josh has a friendly feeling for Mr. Phelps.

Upon summing up the wonderful event of the day Polly began to volubly express thanks. “You have bought us everything, she exclaimed.

“Only one thing,” replied Uncle Josh reflectively, “but I can remedy that: A. Lawrence, the furniture man, always has a nice line of them and you can get one whenever you want it: I’ll pay for the best.”

“W-H-Y,” exclaimed Polly with great surprise, “Uncle what can it be?”

“Well it’s a baby carriage and –“

But Polly had fainted.


[Welland Tribune, 10 September 1897]

When G.C. Hopkins married his wife in Chicago five years ago, it was agreed by the two that the marriage should last for one year only. At the end of the year, according to the agreement, their marriage was void, but they had got along so well together that they resolved to be married again for 12 months. A second ceremony was performed, and life went on smoothly for another year. Since then Mr. and Mrs. Hopkins have married each year on the anniversary of their marriage. The ceremony has been performed five times, each time it being understood between the contracting parties that the promises made were binding for one year only. The ministers or magistrates who performed the various ceremonies were not let into the secret. They were simply asked to officiate in the marriage rites.


[Welland Tribune, 23 April 1897]

The first recorded kiss was the treacherous one given by Jacob to his father Isaac, when the former was masquerading as Esau. It is the first in a series of deceitful kisses recorded in history. There is a famous kiss in the “Beggar’s Opera.” It was given by Macheath to Jenny Diver, and the unpleasant effect which it produced on him maybe judged from the sarcastic remark: “One may know by your kiss that your gin is excellent.” Petruchio gave his bride a kiss of enormous calibre. We are told that he “kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church echoed.” The kiss given by the Duchess of Devonshire to a butcher for his vote has almost a world-wide reputation. The butcher was bold and ingenious enough to demand a kiss as the price of his vote. It was gracefully given, and the recipient became known as the butcher Steele who kissed the Duchess. He thus increased his trade and gained historic fame. One would like to know the opinion of a duchess as to the difference in the flavor of a duke’s kiss and a butchers.


[Welland Tribune, 14 May 1897]

The dime-novel writer finds his occupation gone. Yellow journalism gratifies the morbid taste of the young much better than yellow literature. It can bring before the public gaze at a trifling cost a daily ghoulish feast. It can dress up crime and criminal tendencies in effects that are worse than realistic, because so vilely suggested. It can poison a thousand imaginations where the old dime purveyor of distorted fiction could affect one.

The base justification of this policy by those who pursue it is that the people want it. Many journals of once honorable name have drifted downward with that argument until they have become a hissing and a reproach among those who wish to see all the social forces kept pure and clean. They do not realize their own degradation. Action and reaction are equal, and finally they are at a loss, to understand why the better elements of society, and self-respecting organisations generally, resent the audacious and shameless diurnal parade of all the more disgusting details which their muck-rakes have lifted from the pestilential sewers of crime and misery. If there was the same effort made to exalt virtue and set it as a beacon-light before the people that there is to magnify and intensity details of vice, the influence of journalism upon politics, upon social order, upon the education of youth and the healthful direction of youthful ambition, would be of incalculable value. But competition is at is most feverish heat upon the lower levels. Public opinion must make this a losing business. –Boston Transcript.