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UNKNOWN TRAMP DIES BY WAYSIDE
[Welland Tribune, 30 April 1897]
Early on Tuesday morning as August Thomas was going along the road running east and west past William Hixon’s farm on Thorold township. He was startled to discover the body lying in the ditch by the roadside. There was only about 18 inches of water in the ditch, and the man’s body lay on his back in it, his head being a few inches under water. The man was dead. The body was recognized as that of a tramp who had been about Port Robinson the day before. In fact he had passed through Port during the past two summers, but no one knew his name. His tracks had led from Mr. Hixon’s barn, and it is supposed after passing the night there he had come out on the road very early in the morning and had been seized with a fit or paralysis and had fallen into the water, either dying from the effects of the fit or being drowned whilst insensitive under the stroke. The case was referred to Coroner Cumines who did not consider an inquest necessary.
The body was that of a man of about 70 years of age, apparently well nourished, but poorly dressed. Rather a heavy built man; with sandy complexion. He had two sticks with him, one of which had belonged to a piece of machinery in Mr. Hixon’s barn. The sticks he used to assist in walking, being slightly lame. There was no money found upon his person, nor anything by which the man might be identified, and the body was sent to the Toronto school of anatomy.
She Does her Work as a Man Does His
The Pet of the Force
[Welland Tribune, 2 April 1897]
The new woman has broken out in a new spot. This time it is the constabulary of the city of Alleghany, Pa., which she has invaded. Miss Florence Klotz can scarcely be called even a woman constable, though for she is only 18 years old. But she’s a constable all right. She serves warrants, summonses and subpoenas with all the authority and determination of a male minion of the law. Miss Klotz’s father is an alderman, whose regular constable was an old man who had an inconvenient way of being sick or invisible when he was wanted for duty. On one of these occasions, about two months ago, the despairing alderman pressed his daughter into service. That settled the matter. The girl constable proved to be the pluckiest, quickest, most reliable one in town. Her very first mission was to serve a subpoena on a farmer living four miles east of town. Miss Florence put on her bloomers, mounted her wheel and went after her man. When she came back, tired, muddy, but triumphant, she found a crowd in front of her father’s office to welcome her.
“I served them, papa,” she exclaimed, and then, womanlike, she cried, even though she was a constable.
She says she would rather deal with 100 men than with 10 women. The women think it is a joke, but the men think that the law must be obeyed even if it is embodied in an 18-year old girl. Before she went into the constabulary she wheeled through Alleghany county getting trade for her father’s candy factory. Next summer she and her sister will ride a tandem, geared to 68, on the same errand. She is described as slight and handsome, with raven black hair and snapping black eyes.
In one case Miss Klotz acted as councillor as well as constable. A butcher had kicked in the door when he found his hallway locked up by the baker who, with his family, occupied the rest of the house. The locking was by order of the landlord, who demanded that it be done at 10 p.m. The butcher was sued for malicious mischief. Miss Klotz brought subpoenas for witnesses, arranged the details of the hearing, cross examined the witnesses and finally had the case dismissed on her recommendation that each of the parties be furnished with keys. The costs were divided, and the young lawyer-constable smiled with delight as she counted over her share.
The only unruly case she has run across was a youngster of 14 who refused to go with her. She took the dilemma by the horns and the boy by the collar, tripped him up, and with a handy copy of “Pilgrim’s Progress” administered a series of businesslike blows where they would do the most good and led him weeping to court. A little jeweled revolver is her only weapon. It was presented to her by a big constable who was filled with admiration of her pluck. She says she doesn’t know what she would do if she ran against an ugly customer, but she declared, with a snap of her black eyes, that she would get him. She is the pet of the municipal force, and if she ever sent word for help the entire retinue of clerks, heads of departments and underlings would turn out to the rescue of Constable Florence. –St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
[Welland Tribune, 26 March 1897]
The crowding of our provincial asylums calls for prompt action on the part of the government. Insane persons are compelled to lie in jail for weeks before accommodation can be secured, greatly to the injury of such patients. Annie Oldfield of Niagara Falls, a very bad case, is still in jail, although her condition calls for a different treatment from that which the jail can offer. Special efforts should be made to have this young woman placed in an asylum without further delay.
LETTER OF CONDOLENCES FROM COUNTY ORANGE LODGE
[Welland Tribune, 19 March 1897]
After the interment of our deceased brother, Joseph Reavely, the brethren assembled in the lodge room at Port Robinson. The meeting was called to order, and after an impressive address by Worshipful Bro. O. Fitzalwyn Wilkins, county master, it was moved and carried that the following resolution should be forwarded to the bereaved family, and also to the Welland Telegraph and TRIBUNE, and to the Orange Sentinel:
Resolved, that in the death of Joseph Reavely, Esq., the Orange order in this county has sustained a loss which weighs indeed heavily upon us. He was one of its most earnest and liberal supporters, and a true and valiant knight. His loyalty to the Queen and the crown, his love of his country and his devotion to his religion made Orangeism to him a reality. His spirit was in perfect accord with the true principles and lofty sentiment expressed in the constitution of our order, and in his honorable and upright life he evinced those manly virtues and Christian graces which are most valued and esteemed in character.
Resolved, that the gloom which now rests so darkly over our county lodge fills us with sympathy for those upon whom this loss weighs most heavily, and that in this dark time of their distress we would unite with the bereaved widow and her children in asking for the grace of holy resignation.
O. FITZALWYN WILKINS, Co. Master
GEORGE A. TURNER, CO. Sec’y
G. JOHNSTONE, Co. Chaplain.
[Welland Tribune, 12 March 1897]
Committed as a vagrant in our jail is Richard McGuin, who has just received a notice from England that he is heir to £150 stock in the Great Eastern Railway company-together with accrued interest and dividends for ten years past. McGuin registers as 59 years old. He has about three weeks yet to serve, after which he says he will sail for England to claim his legacy. Richard now ranks as an A1 vag., and scarcely recognizes commons tramps as “they pass by.” Doubtless McGuin will remit to the county his arrears for board when he draws his check.
[Welland Tribune, 12 March 1897]
The Vancouver Index of March 1st, inst., publishes a report that E.A. Brown, who was alleged to have been drowned some two years ago, has since been seen and recognized by Vancouverites at Seattle and Tacoma.
[WellandTribune, 12 March 1897]
That unlucky mortal, Henry Haist, was in town Tuesday with his arm in a sling, looking for a police magistrate for the purpose of instituting proceedings against Charles Learn. Henry’s tale of woe is that he was thrown from a rig at Ridgeway a week ago last Sunday through the reckless and improper driving of Mr. Learn, suffering a dislocation of the shoulder and sundry other injuries.
[Welland Tribune, 22 February, 1889]
The past year has been one of progress for Wellandport, and the coming season promises to add materially to the business and “good looks” of our village….The Messrs. Heslop Bros., who have purchased the flouring mills here, are practical men who are sure to draw large patronage as soon as they get their modern machinery in position. They intend putting in a full roller mill of fifty barrel capacity. Work will begin at once and will be completed in about six weeks. The rolls are from the famous works of G.T. Smith, Stratford, whose name alone stamps the system as one of the best on the continent. ….Mr. Wm. Stewart has purchased from Mr. Eitle the machines used in the manufacture of cheese-boxes and fruit baskets, and is now engaged in the erection of a building with a view of carrying on that business in future. Read the rest of this entry »
[Welland Tribune, 22 February 1889]
“Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest.”
“There is no place like home,” says the old song; so we cannot do better than write of home-but another home than that spoken of in the sweet old refrain; The Home of the Dead. And the friends who have crossed Life’s margin for the Better Land from where the mighty “Onyakara” chants its endless song, have truly a beautiful home in which to lie at rest until that last great day when the grave gives up its dead. Fairview cemetery stands upon the highest elevation within the town of Niagara Falls, and commands a beautiful view of the surrounding country. The ground is twenty acres in extent, tastefully laid out and neatly fenced. Drives and footpaths intersect the front portion of the cemetery, while the rear portion is a meadow, with young shade trees planted all around its margin. Read the rest of this entry »
[Welland Tribune, 1 March 1889]
Taking Findlay as an example: Findlay is the county seat of Hancock county, Ohio. At present it has a population of about 6.000. For many years there had been evidence of both oil and gas in and around the town. Old citizens tell us that about forty years ago there was a place south of town where gas escaped from the surface of the ground in such quantities that a small flame could be kept burning for several days at a time. We have similar indications near Port Colborne. At Findlay, some twenty years ago, Jacob Carr, drilled a well on his lot for water to a depth of 135 feet, when he struck a small vein of gas, and the well was abandoned so far as water was concerned. But Mr. Carr turned it to account by using the gas to light and heat his house, which he continues to do tot eh present day. Read the rest of this entry »
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