Chesterton Tribune - April 15, 1886
"am very sick," trouble - Spring Fever.
Our undertaker has been quite busy of late.
T.A. Grady went to Valparaiso Tuesday.
The bridge near Blackwell's mill has been repaired.
Trustee Green will deliver the books of his office over to Mr. Bustrom
tomorrow (Friday).
The doctors have plenty to do of late. There seems to be considerable
lung fever among the people.
Jno. Felker, son of Wm. Felker, of Salt Creek, who has been very ill
with consumption, is not expected to live.
It costs twenty-eight dollars a week to feed a circus tiger. At that
rate how much would it take to board a hungry politician?
The Benson Bakery will soon be running again. The baker arrived from
Chicago last Monday to take charge of the concern.
Mr. Patrick O'Connor, who has been quite sick for a few weeks, is again
recovered, and able to resume his labors on the farm.
Joseph E. Young, trustee, has conveyed to the Garden City Brick & Tile
Co., 40 acres of land in Portage township, for $3,000.
Ed Way has moved his barber shop into the building formerly occupied by
E.F. Schaper. George Cooley will occupy part of the room as a jewelry
shop.
Fresh fish are very plentiful hereabouts. One old fellow was selling
catfish on our streets last Friday for 25cts a basketful, or at a rate
of about 50 cents a bushel.
We have a few names on our subscription list, that have discontinued the
Tribune, without settling up arrearages. In order to save trouble these
men had better settle up.
Martin Young has recently purchased the two lots immediately north of
his residence, and has placed a neat picket fence around them. We
understand that he intends building two cottages on the lake.
Messrs. P. O. Sullivan, Wark, and Dr. H. E. Mullen, of Valparaiso, were
in town last Friday. Dr. Mullen will move his office from Valparaiso to
Hammond next week, where he believes there is a greater field to work
in.
Mr. John Moroney started last Friday morning for California for his
health. For some time past Mr. Moroney has been feeling very poorly,
and of late, is just recovered from a spell of serious illness. He hopes
the trip will benefit him.
Chicago is having a newspaper war. The California railway lines are
cutting each other; and Knights of Labor are boycotting Jay Gould. The
result is that former 5 cent dailies are selling at 2 cent per copy, a
passenger can go to the Pacific coast for almost a song, and labor, is
proving itself King, and rightful owner of the products of the soil.
The funeral of Jacob Thun occurred at 2 p.m. yesterday at the German
Lutheran Church. A very large concourse of friends, including the
entire fire department of the city in uniforms, followed his remains to
the cemetery. Mr. and Mrs. Miller, Mrs. Frick and Mrs. Burgwedel with
their children, all of Chicago, the ladies being the 3 living sisters of
Thun, were present at the funeral. Mrs. Frick having brought a most
beautiful floral piece. - Vidette
Peddlers that go on foot in Nevada, are required to pay a fee of $10 per
month. If Indiana would pass such a law, the people would not be
bothered with so many pack peddlers. They are as a general thing, a
class of people who live in another state, or at least, in another
county. Therefore the people ought not patronize the, for all the money
they can get, is taken from the community to which they are patronized.
Farmers, patronize home merchants, not pack peddlers. - Ex.
One of the neatest and best stocked country stores in Porter County is
located at Burdick, and owned by Mr. O. J. Sackman. This store is a
model. Everything almost, is kept by this enterprising proprietor, and
at prices which compete with Valparaiso or Laporte. Mr. Sackman has
recently built a mammoth butter and egg refrigerator, and buys largely
of these products, for shipment. Everything about the place shows
thrift, economy, and wise management, and in consequence, a large trade
is drawn to the store. Mr. Sackman is a thorough business man.
The other day a pair from the sand hills perambulated out of town. Up
to the perfume-sweet avenue of love, and under the roseate archway of
Hymen, they had passed into the joy-lit realms of that higher and holier
existence where soul meets soul on limpid waves of ecstatic feeling, and
hearts touch hearts through the blended channel of lips in rapture
linked. They stood on the bridge crossing the raging Calumet, and their
souls must meet and "swap a swap" of liable endearment. And now, how
can we describe that osculatory performance. It was not a spasmodic
kiss, like a stopper flying out of a Champaign bottle; or a suctionary
kiss, like a cow pulling her foot out of the mire; neither was it one of
those long, lingering, languishing kisses which lovers give when hid by
clustering vines from the glance of the moombeams. No, none of these,
but it was to be alterative, kind of a slunch-wise, slantingdicular,
soup-supping, sop-sipping meeting of the lips, which went for the whole
hog of endearment or none; and that is the way two hearts began laying
the foundation to beat as one, and if the couple ain't married by this
time, they ought to be.
Note from typist:
Friends, I do my utmost to make no comments about these articles. Even
tho at times it is all I can do to maintain my composure and continue
typing. "Suctionary kiss, like a cow pulling her foot out of the mire"
did me in. How apropos for the season. Happy Valentine's Day!!