125 years ago
February 26, 1886
The Florence papers were painfully silent, last week, about that coal find. We fear the “discovery” was a humbug.
The party of surveyors, who were in Marion some weeks ago, came back last Friday, and have been here ever since, staying at the hotel and keeping mum as to their intentions. Wednesday they went north with a wagon load of equipment. It is getting to be a bad day when somebody is not surveying a railroad into or out of this great railroad center — Marion.
A big cash prize will be paid for three hundred chickens if brought into Christie’s bank by next Monday night.
If our talented young friend, Dave Wheeler, fails to show up at the associate in Florence tomorrow, attribute it to the condition of his nasal appendage. ‘Tis said that while out late one night last week with a lot of other mischievous young fellows, bent on charivari sport, he ran into a barbed wire fence, badly disfiguring his pretty proboscis, and hence, we say, again, (before we take to the woods for telling this tale out of school) the condition of olfactory organ may keep him away from Florence.
Ed. Shelmadine, the boss boot maker, has begun work on his own shop with Davis, the harness maker, opposite the Post office.
The City Council seems to have, of ordering all sidewalks laid crosswise, adopted the policy in its later ordinances. We think this is as it should be. There are several reasons why the plank should be laid crosswise instead of lengthwise. In our judgment, only one of which we care to refer to at this time, and that is the accommodation of baby buggies! This will make giddy dudes laugh, and confirmed old bachelors will not take any stock in this argument, but the RECORD cards not for these. Baby buggies are numerous in Marion — and they never grow fewer — and every person who has engineered one of these precious vehicles along a sidewalk where it required great care to keep the wheels out of the crevices, inevitable, along a lengthwise walk, will stand by the RECORD and the City Fathers!
A newly married couple from the rural regions amused a host of spectators one day last week when they promenaded the streets of Marion, arm in arm, munching candy and looking love into each other’s willing eyes. Isn’t it funny how oblivious such couples can be of the spectacle they are making of themselves.
Frank Strohwig is erecting a nice residence near the depot. And thus, we boom.
When Mr. W.O. Hannaford let here for Ohio some weeks ago, the RECORD said it had its suspicions. Well, he was married to Miss Ida M. Minton, in Millville, that State, on the evening of the 18th of February.