Two Houses and Cheese Factory Entered-Money, etc., Stolen
[People’s Press, 22 August 1905]
An unusual number of burglaries and thefts have been committed throughout the county lately, and it behooves property owners to be on their guard.
Monday night last week the cheese factory was entered for the second time lately, but on this occasion the thieves failed to make a haul.
The same night Alex Hurst’s house in the same locality was broken into and a watch and razor carried away.
The burglar was heard moving around by the head of the house, who supposed it was a member of the family entering, and called down that he would find a pie in the pantry.
On Tuesday night Mr. H. Egerter’s house near Brookfield Station was entered and a purse containing between $15 and $20 stolen. The burglars secured an entrance by breaking a pane of glass in the parlor, thus enabling them to unfasten the window and raise it. The purse was taken out of the bedroom in which Mr. Egerter was sleeping. Some in the neighborhood have suspected an Italian who recently worked for Mr. Egerter of being the thief, but this Mr. Egerter desires to flatly contradict. He says the Italian was a hard-working, honest man, and the last one he would suspect of the theft.
A few days’ previous two men came to the house, one of whom carried a revolver. Under pretext of wanting to do some mending with a needle they almost forced themselves into the house, and it is now thought possible they were on a prospecting tour, with the burglary in view. Other than this suspicion there is not the slightest clue to the identity of the thieves.
A good dog is about the best protection against night prowlers. They generally find out where dogs are kept and give such places a wide berth.
[Welland Tribune, 13 October 1905]
Sergeant Booth, a veteran of the Crimean war, died at his home in British Columbia, last week.
Sergeant Booth enlisted in the British army in 1845, at the age of 18. He was present at Sevastopol and fought all through the Crimean campaign; later in the Kaffir war. After that he served in India until he was discharged in 1866. Since 1868 he has lived in Canada, until 1884 in Brantford, Ont., and since then in British Columbia. On Sunday evening, at the age of 80. He passed away, leaving one less of the grand old veterans of the Crimea to remind us of how the empire looked in the making.
Deceased was an uncle of James B. Stephens of Welland. Mr. Stephens mother and Mr. Booth having been sister and brother.
[People’s Press, 19 September 1905]
F.M. Hagar, who passed peacefully to rest at his home on North Main street last Thursday afternoon, was one of the most prominent and best known residents of this county. He was born in Thorold township in 1835 and was one of the oldest surviving continuous residents of this section. His father was the late Jonathan Hagar. His mother’s maiden name was Jemina Carpenter of the well-known Carpenter family of Wentworth county. In addition to the local schools, Mr. Hagar’s education included a course at Victoria College, Cobourg. For many years he was a large dealer in coal and wood, keeping a wharf at Welland and supplying steamers plying through the canal, as well as doing a local fuel and wharf-age business. A few years ago he returned to the farm in Thorold township. The purchase of this by Government in order to close the Quaker bridge brought about his return to town again, a few months ago. For some time past he had been slowly failing in health, which medical aid, nursing and change of air failed to check, and his last serious illness was brief.
Deceased has filled the position of municipal councillor for the town of Welland, and for one term represented Thorold township in the county council, being elected reeve in 1871, to fill the vacancy caused by the death of James Brooks. In politics he was a pronounced Liberal. In religious faith he was a lifelong and active member of the Methodist church, of which he was a trustee for many years. He was twice married, his first wife being a daughter of late James Fell of Chippawa. She died leaving two daughter, Maud and Maggie, who with the present Mrs. Hagar (a daughter of the late George Brooks of St. Johns west,) survive to mourn the loss of a loving father and husband.
The funeral took place from the family residence, North Nain street, on Saturday afternoon; interment in Dawdy’s cemetery, Pelham Centre. Messrs. Alex Robertson, W.H. Gainer, John H. Crow, George H. Burgar, C.H. Reilly and O.H. Garner acted as pallbearers. The floral mementoes were chaste and lovely. The services were conducted by Rev. Mr. Hockey, assisted by Rev. Mr. McCuaig. The former referred to the firm and beautiful faith and reliance of deceased upon the promises of scripture, and a reunion of loved ones in a future that fadeth not away. His end was peace.
[Welland Tribune, 13 October 1905]
Editor Tribune- I notice by advertisement that the town council contemplate closing up the river road near the old public school building back of the court house. In doing so they will do away with what might be one of Welland’s most picturesque drives, as well as a very great public convenience. To close this would be little less than an act of vandalism, and I cannot conceive why the parties directly interested do not protest against it.-CITIZEN
Postmaster at Niagara Falls
[People’s Press, 17 October 1905]
A large and widespread circle of friends were deeply grieved to learn of the death of Arthur Franklin Crow, youngest son of late Jacob Crow of Welland, which occurred at his home at Niagara Falls on Saturday afternoon. He had been ill for some time, but latterly had shewn signs of improvement, and his sudden demise was a sad and startling shock to all who knew him.
Mr. Crow was born in Pelham township in 1867, the family moving to Welland in 1874, where he attended public and high schools, afterwards graduating at Toronto University, choosing law as his profession. On being called to the bar he formed a partnership with Mr. German, for some years practising in Welland and later s resident number of the firm at Niagara Falls. He was appointed post master of Niagara Falls five years ago, which position he held until his demise. In politics he was a Liberal and took an active part in several successful campaigns. He leaves a widow (Jennie Woodworth), and one young son, also four sisters and two brothers, viz: Mrs. A.L. Pattison of Fenwick, Mrs. Dr. Vanderburg of Merritton, Mrs. Tait, Mrs. Cooper, John H. and W.H., all of Welland, who have the deep sympathy of all.
The funeral took place yesterday afternoon and was very largely attended. The pallbearers were George Wells, Frank Morwood, H.W. Macoomb and J.E.Cohoe of Welland, and F.W. Griffiths and D.B. White of Niagara Falls. Interment was made at Fairview cemetery, Niagara Falls.
[People’s Press July 4, 1905]
Saying that fate is against you.
Finding fault with the weather.
Anticipating evils in the future.
Pretending and be your real self.
Going around with a gloomy face,
Faultfinding, nagging and worrying.
Taking offense where none is intended.
Dwelling on fancied slights and wrongs
Talking big things and doing small ones.
Scolding and flying into a passion over trifles.
Boasting of what you can do instead of doing it.
Thinking that life is a grind and not worth living.
Talking continually about yourself and your affairs.
Deprecating yourself and making light of your abilities.
Saying unkind things about acquaintances and friends.
Exaggerating and making mountains out if molehills.
Lamenting the past, holding on to disagreeable experiences.
Pitying yourself and bemoaning your lack of opportunities.
Comparing yourself with others to your own disadvantage.
Work once in a while and take time to renew your energies.
Waiting round for chances to turn up. Go and turn them up.
Writing letters when the blood is hot, which you may regret later.
Thinking that all the good chances ad opportunities are gone by.
Dreaming that you should be happier in some other place or circumstances.
Belittling those whom you envy because you feel that they are superior to yourself.
Longing for the good things that others have instead of going to work and earning for yourself.
Looking for opportunities hundreds or thousands of miles away instead of right where you are—May Success.
[Welland Tribune September 22, 1905]
What is the little one thinking about?
Very wonderful things, no doubt!
Unwritten history!
Unfathomed mystery!
Yet chuckles and crows and nods and winks,
As if his head were as full of kinks,
And curious riddles as any sphinx!
Warped by colic and wet by tears,
Punctured by pins and tortured by fears
Our little nephew will lose two years;
And he’ll never know
Where the summers go–
He need not laugh. for he’ll find it so.
Who can tell what a baby thinks?
Who can follow the gossamer links
By which the manikin feels his way
Out from the shore of the great unknown
Blind and wailing and alone,
Into the light of day?
Out from the shore of the unknown sea,
Tossing in pitiful agony–
Of the unknown sea that reels and rolls,
Specked with the barks of little souls,
Barks that were launched on the other side,
And slipped from heaven on an ebbing tide!
What does he think of his mother’s eyes?
What does he think of his mother’s hair?
What of the cradle roof that flies
Forward and backward through the air?
What does he think of his mother’s breast,
Bare and beautiful, smooth and white,
Seeking it ever with fresh delight–
Cup of his life and couch of his rest?
What does he think of her quick embrace,
Presses his hand and buries his face
Deep where the heart throbs sink and swell
With a tenderness she can never tell,
Though she murmur the words
Of all the birds–
Words she has learned to murmur well?
Now he thinks he’ll go to sleep!
I can see the shadow creep
Over his eyes in soft eclipse,
Over his brow and over his lips,
Out to his little finger tips!
Softly sinking, down he goes!
Down he goes, down he goes!
See! He is hushed in sweet repose!
–J.G. Holland.
[Welland Tribune August 18, 1905]
Be helpful
Be sociable
Be unselfish
Be generous
Be a good listener
Never worry or whine
Study the art of pleasing
Be frank,open and truthful.
Always be ready to lend a hand.
Be kind and polite to everybody.
Be self-reliant, but not conceited.
Never monopolize the conversation.
Take genuine interest in other people.
Always look on the bright side of things.
Take pains to remember names and faces.
Never criticise or say unkind things of others.
Look for the good in others, not for their faults.
Cultivate health and thus radiate strength and courage.
Forgive and forget injuries, but never forget benefits.
Rejoice as genuinely in another’s success as in your own.
Always be considerate of the rights and feelings of others.
Have a good time, but never let fun degenerate into license.
Learn to control yourself under the most trying circumstances.
Have a kind word, and a cheery encouraging smile for everyone.
Be respectful to women and chivalrous in your attitude toward them.
Meet trouble like a man and cheerfully endure what you can’t cure.
Believe in the brotherhood of man and recognize no class distinctions–
Success
[Welland Tribune August 25, 1905]
The lines were first published in England in 1485 before the discovery of America and before any of the discoveries and inventions mentioned therein. All the events predicted have come to pass except that in the last two lines, in which Mother Shipton, like a good many others, would seem to have made a mistake.
Carriages without horses shall go,
And accidents fill the world with woe;
Around the world thoughts shall fly
In the twinkling of an eye.
Waters shall yet more wonders do.
Now stranger yet shall be true,
The world upside down shall be,
And gold be found at root of tree.
Through hills man shall ride,
And no horse nor ass be at his side.
Under water man shall walk,
Shall ride, shall sleep, shall talk;
In the air men shall be seen,
In white, in black, in green
Iron in the water shall float
As easily as a wooden boat.
Gold shall be found ‘mid stone
In a land that’s now unknown.
Fire and water shall wonders do;
England shall at last admit a Jew,
And the world to an end shall come
In eighteen hundred ad eighty-one.
[Welland Tribune July 11, 1905]
There comes to my mind a legend, a thing I had half forgot,
And whether I read it or dreamed it –ah, well it matters not!
It is said that in heaven at twilight a great bell softly swings,
And man may listen and harken to the wondrous music that rings
If he puts from his heart’s inner chamber all the passion, pain and strife,
Heartache and weary longing, that throb in the pulses of life,
If he thrust from his soul all hatred, all thoughts of wicked things,
He can hear in the holy twilight how the bell of the angels rings;
And I think there lies in this legend, if we open our eyes to see,
Somewhat of an inner meaning, my friend, to you and me.
Let us look in our hearts and question: Can pure thoughts enter in
To a soul if it be already the dwelling of thoughts of sin?
So, then, let us ponder a little—let us look in our hearts and see
If the twilight bell of the angels could ring for us—you and me.
–From Word and Work.
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