The Cortland Democrat, Friday, November 11, 1892.
There was a large turnout at the democratic meeting here, but a rather small gathering at the people's [party] meeting.
Voting passed off slowly. It seemed at one time as though all would not be able to get the chance. One or two men were over one-half hour getting their votes in and then one of them failed.
We hear that E. D. Crosley [See Scott's Fish Association ] was unfortunate again last Sunday. It is told that Crosley called Mr. Rhodes hard names upon which said Rhodes went for him and knocked him out of his chair, but he still lives.
Old Mr. Williams, who has been visiting in the east, has returned home.
Mr. Richard Husen has gone to Eldred, Pa., to visit his son who lives there.
Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Sexton were called away to attend a funeral of one of his relatives.
The colored people of this vicinity are to have a social dance at Harford Mills on Thanksgiving night, Nov. 24, 1892.
It is really interesting to attend a town meeting or an election and observe the workings of the portly part of the board, which always sits in our town. Oh, how long before people will see that a person has outlived his usefulness.
The Democrats held a political meeting here on Friday night last week. The Dryden band furnished music which was good. The Clarke sisters sung the prize song at the meeting on Friday night last, which was loudly applauded by the audience.
Election has come and gone, and we democrats rejoice, while our neighbor who beat the bass drum through the campaign with the expectation of some great reward if Harrison was elected, is sorrowing and will continue to deal out pills right along and mourn with those who mourn. And while our neighbor Mosbey, who came into the republican rank under the instructions of their leader, that if he and David would enlist they would get their [civil war] pensions right away, but alas Benny, your vote is lost, your prospects for the fulfillment of their promises are gone, and uncle Benny Harrison defeated. And our dreamer boy, where, oh where is he? He, who started out in the fore part of the campaign as a democrat, and was a faithful one until he dreamed of driving the bay pacer. He dreamed of being post master, he dreamed of great and glorious advantages derived from high protection, he dreamed that he, grandpa and all, would be post master, post office and all, if their promises were any good, but alas, Hiram, that dream was in vain, so do not dream again for we are taught that the day would come when there would be false prophets and false teachers, and they would have followers. Oh! How we feel for you. Our heart beats in sympathy with yours, but remember young man, that such counsel and teachers are those who are gone astray, following the way of balaam [sic]. These are wells without water, clouds that are carried with wind to whom the mist of darkness is reserved forever, for when that party spoke to you they spoke great swelling words of vanity.
So now, quiet down with our Justice of the Peace and say we are for the most good to the most people, and remember that assertions without any foundation must, like dreams, fall, for protection does not protect. It is like one of our Republican friends who, after hearing Mr. Turner say that coal had risen seventy-five cents on a ton to the consumer, he said that the speaker said there was a tariff on coal of seventy-five cents, and that is what they have fed us all the fall, but now it is over and all done, and let us let bye-gones be bye-gones, and each look at each other in the old friendly way.
CHIP. [pen name of local correspondent]
It is with sorrow that we record the death of Miss Julia Hollenbeck, who departed this life Monday morning, Oct. 31, at the home of her parents. Julia was a bright, active girl of fourteen summers and loved by all who knew her. For as much as it has pleased our heavenly father to take out of this world the soul of the departed and taken one of our members from our Sunday school, we as a school, tender our heartfelt sympathy to the bereaved family in time of their affliction, realizing that all must die and that by one man's disobedience, sin came in the world and the sting of death is sin, but by one man's obedience, death and resurrection, all are made alive in Christ, at whose second coming in glorious majesty to judge the world, the earth and the sea shall give up their dead, for we must all be changed so when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, death is swallowed up in victory. Oh, death, where is thy sting! [sic] Oh, grave where is thy victory! But thanks be to God, who giveth us the victory through our Lord, Jesus Christ, and may these afflictions we have to pass through only bring us nearer to God, and may we submit all to him for the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, and blessed be the name of the Lord forever.
M. E. SUNDAY SCHOOL BOARD,
HARFORD MILLS, N. Y.
Chas. Roe is home from Boston to vote.
Eugene Butler and Frank Barker are home to vote.
Firemen's ball at Keator opera house Nov. 11, for hose company number 2.
The leap year party at Keator opera house Friday evening was a great success.
J. Ellsworth, J. H. Houghtaling and Prof. L. H. Tuthill went to Ithaca Tuesday to attend a foot ball game.
Three car loads of democrats went to Cortland Friday morning to hear Hon. David B. Hill speak; they claim that he is the smartest man they ever listened to.
Wednesday evening about 200 democrats ranging in age from 10 to 60, paraded the principle streets, serenaded the principle republicans, by blowing horns and other coarse voiced instruments.
Election was lively in town as usual, betting was dull as the democrats could get no takers. The republicans were sure of a great victory in the United States and were sure of a large republican gain in town, but when their votes were counted the faces began to grow dull. The Democrats make a gain in Homer of 126 over 1888.
Wednesday evening of last week the Republicans had a blow out in town, the business places were decorated and a few houses also. About six o'clock the republican club marched to the depot to meet a club from Syracuse. As the train approached and the drums and fifes commenced to make the usual noise, one would think that Homer was the only place in the state. The banner club and drum corps from the city presented a fine appearance. They were escorted to the club rooms where they waited for the different clubs which they expected from all over the county. The line of march was through the principle streets to the opera house where they were addressed by Hon. W. W. Hicks of Florida. His speech is the same kind of talk all republican speakers use. He did not convert any democrats. The republicans claim it was the largest parade ever in town, but if they had not sent out of the county for clubs the parade would have been a common occurrence.
Thursday evening at about 5 o'clock the body of Mr. Frederick Jones was found in a barn belonging to his brother on South Main street. Mr. Jones had been driving the Homer and Cortland express for his brother two days before the killing. He went to the 4:38 train and met Mr. C. L. Jones, who had been spending a few days in Binghamton, riding down with him as far as the post office when he complained of being chilly and said he guessed he would walk down to the house. His brother arrived a little later and tried to drive into the barn but the horses would not go and getting out he struck a match and saw lying on the barn floor the dead body of his brother and a revolver by his side. The coroner was notified and after viewing the body ordered it taken to the undertaking rooms. An inquest was held Friday morning. They found he had purchased the revolver at Williams' hardware store the Friday before the killing, showing that he intended killing himself. It was reported he had expected to marry a lady that lives near town but she had left him. His brother says he had been engaged to a girl but did not know of their ever having any trouble. The coroner's jury brought in a verdict that he killed himself while temporarily insane. Deceased was 29 years of age. The funeral was held at his brother's on South Main street.
Dr. Smith Reed has returned to his home at Margaretville.
Roland H. Oakley, Esq., of Lincoln, Neb., a former resident of Marathon, has lately demonstrated that he still holds the place in kindly remembrance by two generous donations, one to the soldiers' monument fund of $50, and one of like amount to the Presbyterian society.
On Tuesday evening, Nov. 1st, Marathon Lodge F. & A. M. tendered to Dr. M. B. Aldrich, a banquet at Hotel Lynde, and also presented him with a gold Past Masters Jewel, as a token of the esteem felt for him by his brother Masons. On Wednesday evening a farewell reception was held in Firemen's hall in his honor, at which the G. A. R. and the fire companies testified to their friendship and appreciation of his merits as a fireman, veteran and citizen, by presenting him with an elegant solid silver cup suitably inscribed.
Profound grief was felt throughout our village when the word went out Thursday morning Oct. 27th, that Dr. [Aaron Delong] Reed was dead. During a residence of nearly a quarter of a century in Marathon he had by his professional skill, his kindness of heart, and his ready sympathy for sorrow or suffering in any form, endeared himself to our people, told often was it remarked by his patients that "it does one good just to see his kind face come in the door." His funeral was hold on Sunday, Oct. 30, at one o'clock, in the Baptist church, the largest edifice of its kind in town, but even that could not begin to accommodate those who gathered to pay the last tribute of respect to the departed and many went away unable to find even standing room, while many more remained at home, knowing it would be useless to attempt to get within sound of the preachers voice. The [obsequies] were under the charge of Cortlandville Lodge F. & A. M. of which he had been a member for over thirty years. A number of other Lodges were represented. The sermon by Rev. E. R. D. Briggs was a grand one and will be long remembered by those who had the privilege of listening to it. For the benefit of those who did not, Editor Adams of the Independent, kindly published it in his paper last week. The floral designs surpassed in beauty and richness anything ever seen in Marathon. Among them were a "Square and Compass," the gift of Marathon Lodge F. & A. M , a beautiful wreath from his partner, Dr. C. B. Trafford, a “Sickle” sent by members of the Eastern Star Lodge of which the doctor's daughter, Mrs. Eva Williams, is a member, a magnificent "Gates Ajar" from the citizens, and choice cut flowers from various friends. The Masonic ceremonies at the grave, where Hon. S. S. Knox officiated as Master and Dr. H. T. Dana as Chaplain, were solemn and impressive. It is estimated that over a thousand people attended the funeral, many from Cortland being present aside from the Masons. Among them were Samuel Keator, R. Bruce Smith and wife, and Mrs. H. L. Rogers. By request of the doctor, the Marathon Fire Department attended in a body.
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Messrs. Johnson & Chadwick have opened a hand laundry in rear of Masonic Hall block.
Epworth League (Homer ave. church) oyster supper this evening. All come and bring your friends and spend a pleasant hour with the young people.
If you have a bill against the county it should be made out and deposited in the box in the County Clerk's office at once, in order to have it audited this year.
The Cortland Casket Company have purchased the Knights of Labor shops on Homer-ave., and will put in a full line of machinery for the manufacture of caskets.
Mrs. A. M. Jewett gave a 5 o'clock tea to about thirty unmarried lady friends, last Thursday. Dainty refreshments were served and the time was pleasantly spent. The tea was given to introduce her guest, Miss Viola Willsey, of Binghamton.
A very pleasant birthday party was given by Mr. and Mrs. Louis Cole, of Railroad street, in honor of their little daughter Helen's 4th birthday. About 30 of her little friends were present, and they had a very delightful afternoon. The presents for the little lady were very numerous, and some of them very fine. The supper table was laden with all the delicacies of the season, and at the conclusion
Mr. Cole took all the little ones home in a carriage and all enjoyed the nice ride.
The Danger Signal.
Miss Rosabel Morrison, the fascinating and winsome heroine and star in Henry De Mille's great play of life on the rail, "The Danger Signal," has been indulging in the luxury of a ride in the cab of the locomotive of the New York & New England Railroad between Fishkill and Danbury, Conn. recently. Miss Morrison pulled the lever which sent the train on its way and guided it safely to the end of the trip. As Miss Morrison does this in the play "The Danger Signal," it is quite apropo that she should also run a real train of cars. Miss Morrison was heartily cheered by the enthusiastic passengers at the end of the journey.
"The Dagger Signal" will be produced in Cortland Opera House on Tuesday evening, Nov. 15, 1892.
is hereby given that the regular annual meeting of the stockholders of the H. M. Whitney Co. will be held at the office of the company, corner of Court and Pendleton-sts., Cortland, N. Y., on Thursday, Nov. 17th, 1892, for the purpose of electing five directors for the ensuing year, and the transaction of other business that may come before the meeting.
H. M. WHITNEY.
E. S. BURROWS, Sec’y.