125 years ago
january 23, 1985
The Youngtown mail carrier met with quite an accident last week, on his return from Marion. While driving through a small ravine, his lines dropped from his hands and the horse, becoming frightened, ran away. Mr. S. threw the mailbag out and jumped, but the horse was going at such a rate that he failed to alight on his feet. His injuries were not serious The horse arrived home all right, but the buggy was not found until last Sunday, when fragments were picked up in a neighbor’s cornfield.
Marion has a mighty big building boom in embryo. If all the “plans” materialize upon which contractors and lumbermen and prospective house builders are “figuring” on, the mechanics will be kept busy this summer. Despite the present monetary stringency, the outlook is very hopeful, and the RECORD is predicting a prosperous year for Marion.
We acknowledge the reception of an invitation to attend the regular annual celebration of Burn’s birthday at Cottonwood Falls next Monday evening Robert Burns had conspicuous faults as well as shining virtues, but avoiding those and emulating these, his admirers may be greatly profited by these annual exercises in memory of Scotland’s great bard.
Fred Frazer and bride have gone to housekeeping on Lincoln Avenue, if you know where that is, and if you don’t you ought to. There’s nothing prettier accordin’ to our tell, as the Hoosier School-master would say, than the spectacle of a newly-wedded pair establishing a home of their own.
O.S. Edsall and Margaret McKay, of Dickinson county, were married at the Square Hotel, by Judge Brockett, last Monday. Marion is getting to be a regular matrimonial Mecca for the lovers of the surrounding towns and counties.
The old admonition “not to monkey with the buzz saw” was not sufficient to save a young man’s finger at Good’s shop in Canada a short time ago. But, he will probably remember the wise old injunction hereafter.
Yes, Marion is bound to boom this year, hard times or no hard times, and don’t you forget it. Just wait till old Winter lets go his grip, and you’ll see a building boom started that’ll surprise you.
The finest snow of the season fell last night; and at the hour of going to press this Friday morning, the beautiful white flakes are still descending. This, says some one whose memory is better than ours, is the sixth week that the earth has been covered with “the beautiful.” Does the oldest inhabitant remember to have witnessed anything like this before in sunny Kansas?
The individual, who lugged off those planks from the sidewalk near the stone bridge, must have been awfully in need of kindling.