|Lawrence Fitzgerald, proprietor of the Cortland Wagon Co.|
The Cortland Democrat, Friday, April 25, 1890.
A meeting of manufacturers having met in Firemen's Hall pursuant to a call, on the evening of April 15, and adjourned to April 21, Irving H. Palmer was called to the chair, and F. W. Collins was selected as Secretary.
Informal discussion of the objects, aims and possible benefits, which might be derived from such an organization, followed.
Hon. L. J. Fitzgerald suggested the appointment of a committee to bring the matter before the manufacturers of Cortland and impress them with the importance of the formation of such an organization as proposed, and to secure a full attendance at some future meeting.
Mr. Theodore Stevenson expressed the opinion that the present Board of Trade failed to meet the requirements of manufacturers of the town, entirely, and that in his opinion the way to bring the proposed organization to the notice of manufacturers not present, in the most effectual way, was to organize at once.
Mr. Palmer spoke in support of view advanced by Mr. Fitzgerald, that there was too much jealous feeling among the manufacturers of Cortland and that there should be more harmony of action among our manufacturers. That he welcomed the addition of any manufacturing enterprise even in the lines in which he was interested, and that he would like to see Cortland the headquarters for each of the branches or manufactures represented here.
The question of the probable loss of the Screw Company was also discussed, which was represented as one which might be developed into a large industry.
Hon. L. J. Fitzgerald moved that the Chair appoint a committee of three to solicit manufacturers to interest themselves in the proposed association and to meet in this place one week from to-night. Carried.
The Chair appointed as such committee, Hon. L. J. Fitzgerald, Theo. Stevenson and F. W. Collins.
Minutes read and approved.
F. W. COLLINS, Secy.
Cortland, N. Y., April, 21, 1890.
We are requested by Messrs. Pierce & Kellogg, attorneys in the Griswold case, to state that they are satisfied that in their motion for a new trial an injustice was done to Adelbert E. Ingersoll, one of the jurors, that they desire to correct.
They were informed that Mr. Ingersoll married a sister of Jay Griswold's wife and considered that information reliable. They have since ascertained that Mr. Ingersoll did not marry a sister of Jay Griswold's wife and that it was his brother instead of him who did, and that therefore he was not related to Jay Griswold and that there was no intentional concealment of the fact by Mr. Ingersoll or anything in his conduct deserving censure and they desire this explanation made in justice to him.
THE CHEMICAL KING, Fluorine, the element whose isolation ranks as one of the greatest of recent chemical achievements, is distinguished as being the most active matter known. It ignites crystallized silicium, which boiling nitric acid does not attack, and which pure oxygen burns with difficulty at a high temperature; it is capable of uniting with carbon, with which chlorine cannot directly combine; and it forms a union with hydrogen when cold and in darkness—this being the first example of two gaseous bodies uniting without the intervention of foreign energy. Chlorine and hydrogen require light, and hydrogen and oxygen require an electric spark or a flame.
The physicist is bewildered by the apparently simultaneous action of gravitation upon widely separated bodies. M. J. Van Hepperger finds that the time taken by gravitation to travel the distance from the sun to the earth does not exceed one second.
Great progress is being made in rapid photography. Lord Rayleigh has photographed a minute jet of water in the 100,000th of a second; and a new camera takes ten successive views a second on the turning of a crank.
Among the singular differences between the two sides of the face, a German professor notes that the right ear is almost invariably higher than the left.
An English photographer mentions two instances of the production of a photograph in natural colors when the exposure was made, by accident, just at the moment of a lightning flash.
|William H. Clark|
The U. S. Senate has passed the World's Fair bill and Chicago is happy.
The Republicans stole the State of Montana, and the two Republican U. S. Senators who were elected as a result of the larceny, have been admitted to seats in the Senate. A party that is capable of stealing the Presidency can get away with one State without much trouble.
There are many very worthy people in the land, who would be pleased to know where to find the Anti-Saloon party. It seemed to be a very healthy infant, and as it was in charge of a skilled and competent wet nurse, it ought to be out of short clothes by this time. Where is the lad? Can anyone tell? [Cortland’s Anti-Saloon Party was founded by William H. Clark, publisher and editor of the Cortland Standard—CC editor.]
Death from Congestion of the Lungs.
Monday morning shortly after 5 o'clock, Mrs. J. H. Reese, who lives with her husband on the direct road to Blodgett Mills, called Miss Blanche E. Reese, an adopted daughter, thirteen years old, who resided with them,—but receiving no response to the second call, summoned her husband, who forced the door of the chamber (the custom of the girl being to lock her door each night before retiring). Blanche was discovered lying upon her face in the bed, apparently dead. Dr. Angel was called but medical aid failed to restore her to life and coroner Moore was notified, who summoned a jury and held an inquest at 2 P. M.
The deceased had attended the funeral of Mr. Brooks on Saturday afternoon previous and returning home had partaken of a hearty supper, and in the evening remarked that there was a distressing pain in her stomach, which she attributed to over eating. She felt much better Sunday and retired about 8 o'clock in the evening.
The post-mortem examination, by Drs. Angel and Hendricks, showed that death had resulted from congestion of the lungs, both lungs being entirely congested. The medical men say that it was the most complete case of congestion seen in years, which fact was substantiated by the jury in arriving at the cause of death. The blood filling the lung cells, respiration was impossible, hence death ensued. The funeral was held Wednesday morning.
The death of Ransom J. Brooks, of Cortlandville, N. Y., removes from our midst one who deserves more than an ordinary notice. He was born in Cheshire, Conn., Aug. 1st, 1810, and died April 17, 1890.
The funeral was attended by a large congregation, not alone of many of the representative men of the county, but also of the many poor people who had for many years received the kind treatment and hospitality which he was ever in readiness to render to their class.
The Rev. Dr. Cordo spoke words of comfort and consolation to the relatives and friends from that beautiful text, "All the days of my appointed time will I wait till my change comes.'' The old Roman phrase, "say nothing but good of the dead" was written in Royal condescension to the frailties of our common human nature. It will not do to go around some men, their defects are too manifest. But you might take the candle of Diogenes and go all around Ransom J. Brooks, and you would find the conceded noblest work of God—an honest man.
Full to over flowing with human sympathy, he never turned away from his standard of right or his obligation of truth. His zeal was unlimited, but it was untainted either by pride or narrow mindedness.
Every man who needed his help was his neighbor, and every good cause found in him a friend. To these daughters and this son he has left a legacy far richer than silver and gold.
The most of his life, 78 years, was spent in the town in which he died.
His wife, Julia M. Rease, with whom he lived happily and pleasantly for more than fifty years passed to the higher life Aug. 15, 1888.
Most tenderly and devotedly did he watch over and care for her as the great shadow gradually settled over her mind and the world faded away.
Although not a communicant of any religious organization, yet was he a firm believer in the all-embracing love and mercy of God, which should ultimately bring all men to a knowledge of himself and a restoration to his favor, and as the blood of Jesus cleanseth from all sin, so having been lifted up from the earth, and offered his blood, or given himself a ransom for all, our Lord will draw all men unto himself, and receive them up in heaven.
May the hope of a blissful re-union in heaven, where there shall be no more pain, neither sorrow or crying, comfort all that are left to mourn.
"AND THIS IS CALLED PROTECTION!"
Our Washington letter this week gives a faint impression of the trouble that surrounds tariff tinkers. These troubles arise mainly from the singular infatuation of attempting to cure "too much protection" with an increased dose of the same repulsive medicine.
What the country needs is a reduction of duties upon food, fuel, raiment and shelter, which the masses must consume and must pay for. At the same time there should be [tariff] free raw material to enable our manufacturers to compete with the world. Let the revenue come from those articles that may be denominated luxuries.
The new tariff bill to which our correspondent alludes throws a sop to the farmer, which amounts to an insult. It imposes a tax of forty cents per bushel upon beans! If the bean crop in this country should ever be a failure the price of the article to the millions of consumers would be increased to their serious loss. So long as we do not import beans, however, there will be no benefit whatever, neither will there be any loss. The same is true of potatoes, upon which the duty is increased to thirty cents per bushel. A tariff upon barley is not likely to raise the price to any appreciable extent—but as that is not a food product, but is used chiefly for making beer—the tax upon it is comparatively immaterial.
While these meatless bones are thrown to the growling farmer, he is taxed—excessively and foolishly taxed—as a bonus to monopoly, upon his farming implements, tools, nails, lumber, hats, clothing, clocks, cutlery, hardware, tinware, crockery, linen, salt and sugar. And this ruinous system it is proposed to continue! The farmer in the future, as in the past, must buy everything required by himself and family in a closed monopoly market and sell in competition with the slave or pauper farm labor of Egypt, India and Russia!
And this is called "protection!''— Weedsport Cayuga Chief.
Skaneateles lake is the highest of any of its sisters in Central New York, 828 feet above tide water. Owasco lake is one hundred and fifty-eight feet lower than Skaneateles.
Asa R. Waterman, manager of Jacobs' Lyceum Theater at Montrose avenue and Leonard street, Brooklyn, on Saturday shot and killed Peter Doran, aged 29, in front of the playhouse. Waterman is 33 years old. He was escorting Doran's wife from the theater when it is alleged Doran struck him, and he immediately shot his assailant through the heart. Waterman has been intimate with Mrs. Doran, who is a very pretty woman about 19 years of age. Doran was jealous. He was a lather by trade and has relatives in Cohoes. Waterman is under arrest.
Duncan McLachlan, a lumberman of Groton, had an awful experience Sunday night and narrowly escaped instant death. Mr. McLachlan while crossing the Southern Central track near his place of business caught his foot between the rail and a plank fastened parallel with it. This was just as the train from the North was coming around the curve a few yards away. Realizing that the train would be on him before he could extricate his foot, he threw his body to one side and saved his life, but his left leg was badly smashed and will have to be amputated below the knee.