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Port Colborne News
[People’s Press, 21 August 1900]
The entire community was saddened on Sunday by the announcement that J.H. Smith had received a telegram from Omaha, Neb., that his only brother, Fred R. Smith, had died in the hospital at Chicago on Saturday night. No further particulars had been heard yesterday afternoon.
Port Colborne News
[People’s Press, 21 August 1900]
A telegram was received on Saturday from Alaska bringing the sad news that Dr. J.W.H. Chestnut, brother of Mrs. C. Sperry Carter had died on the island of Onalaska. Deceased leaves a wife and five children in Philadelphia. He was one of the cleverest medical men in that city and at college carried off highest honors. He was also a cousin of Mrs. D.W. Carter. Mr. and Mrs. C.S. Carter left on Saturday evening for Philadelphia.
[People’s Press, 3 April 1900]
The sad news was received in town last week of the death of John Karr, which occurred in Kansas City, Mo., where Mr. Karr has resided for several years. Mr. Karr was an old and well-known former citizen of this place. When this village was incorporated, in 1870, Mr. Karr was elected reeve, and the following named gentlemen were the council: E. Furry, Thos. Greenwood, Chas. H. Carter and Jacob North. All of the above gentlemen have since passed away but Mr. Furry. Mr. Karr preceded R. Smith in the New York store, having run a general store there for some years. Mr. Karr visited friends here a few years ago. He was twice married, his first wife being a sister of Mrs. Robert Smith of town. Two daughters and one son survive him.
[People’s Press, 23 October 1900]
A quiet wedding took place at Welland on Wednesday last, 17th inst., the contacting parties being residents of Port Colborne. The bride was Miss Kate Gordon and the groom Arthur Dunham. Rev. Dr. Johnstone of Welland performed the ceremony. The bridesmaid was Miss Ella Reichman of Humberstone, and Jos. Hanham acted as best man. A host of friends are extending congratulations and best wishes in which the Press joins.
[People’s Press, 23 October 1900]
A very pretty, quiet home wedding took place at the residence of the bride’s brother, Mr. J.K. Henderson, Crowland, on Tuesday last, October 16th, at five o’clock, when Mr. J.A. Zavitz of Humberstone and Maggie B. Henderson, were united in marriage. The ceremony was performed by the Rev. F. McCuaig of Welland beneath an arch of evergreens and dahlias. The bride, who was given away by her brother, was robed in a going away costume of grey cloth, with bodice of blue silk with chiffon and passementerie trimmings. After congratulations the party adjourned to the dining room, where supper was served, after which Mr. and Mrs. Zavitz left on the 7.30 train east.
[Welland Tribune, 13 July 1900]
After a short but painful illness, Alice, beloved wife of John Raider, passed away at the home of her daughter, Mrs. T.H. Wells, Ellis street, Niagara Falls, on Wednesday morning, aged 49 years. Mrs. Raider leaves a husband, one daughter and many friends to mourn her loss. A short service was held at the house at 11.30 a.m., yesterday, after which the body was shipped to Niles, Mich. for interment.
[Welland Tribune, 13 July 1900]
A general awakening is taking place among the American customs and revenue officials all along the Niagara frontier. Evidence has been procured that certain drugs and chemicals are finding their way across the border without the knowledge of the officers, and Uncle Sam’s revenue is suffering. A number of special revenue officers have been posted at the Falls, Lewiston and Buffalo, to keep a look out for the smugglers who are taking the stuff in. A Buffalo druggist is supposed to have been acting as receiver for a gang of smugglers, but since a watch has been kept on him he has apparently severed his connection with the business.
[13 July 1900. Niagara Falls Town Welland Tribune]
A general awakening is taking place among the American customs and revenue officials all along the Niagara frontier. Evidence has been procured that certain drugs and chemicals are finding their way across the border without the knowledge of the officers, and Uncle Sam’s revenue is suffering. A number of special revenue officers have been posted at the Falls, Lewiston and Buffalo, to keep a look out for the smugglers who are taking the stuff in. A Buffalo druggist is supposed to have been acting as receiver for a gang of smugglers, but since a watch has been kept on him he has apparently severed his connection with the business.
Niagara Falls Village
[People’s Press, 13 March 1900]
Mrs. Elizabeth Skelton, Victoria st., suffered a severe paralytic stroke early last week, which resulted in her death on Thursday morning, 8 March 1900. Deceased was fifty-six years of age, being born in Brighton, Ont., in 1844. She leaves a husband, Edward, and grown up family to mourn the loss of a faithful and loving wife and mother. The funeral took place yesterday afternoon. Service was held in Lundy’s Lane Methodist church, after which interment took place at Fairview cemetery.
[People’s Press. 8 May 1900]
On Saturday last between fifty and sixty relatives gathered at the old homestead to celebrate the 77th anniversary of David Misener, and a right good time was had. The following is a bit of poetry composted by one of the “kids”:-
In the merry month of May,
And on Uncle Dave’s birthday,
A party was invited down the creek,
And some that got the dodgers
That were sent by Mrs. Rodgers
Said, “We’ll get there, and that double quick.”
From the east they came and west,
All dressed in their Sunday best,
So that each one now did look so neat and trim,
For it seemed their only thought
To put on the best they got,
Or perhaps they’d not at all be in the swim.
Now, Frank was near the field
When the rigs all in there wheeled,
And he gazed upon the party with a stare,
Then he says, you just can bet
They’ll put up with what they get,
But then again I s’pose they do not care.
When he saw the horses all,
Why he says I have no stall,
But, I’ve concluded for to tell them what to do,
Just tie up to the fence
And feed at your own expense,
Is the only way I see of getting through.
Now, it was market day,
And Emma was away,
For to get some cotton clothing for the kid.
When she got in sight of home
Her thoughts began to roam,
But we can never tell you what she said.
There came aunts, uncles, cousins
And others, too by dozens,
And many with a basket on their arm;
They had coffee there from Java.
And chicken with the gravy,
With many things that grow upon the farm.
Now, they brought all sorts of victuals
That were cooked in different kettles,
And they placed them on the table all together,
Then each took a bite and sup
Till they ate the wheel thing up,
They said, “We’ll surely now have better weather.”
But the greatest fun of all
Was to see the girls play ball—
How they’d run and skip and caper to the base,
When the boys would give a shout
And be sure to bat them out,
And then, of course, they’d have to take their place.
All too soon it came on night,
But the thing came off all right,
And no one of the party seemed vexed;
So we bade them all good-bye,
With a twinkle in our eye,
And wonder where the meeting will be next.