July 08 1921/2021
Thompson – The Coxton Lake correspondent says that the big fish of the season got away, but he did not say how. We happen to be cognizant of the affair. A lady, for many years a summer resident at the lake, went fishing one day and caught a big perch; before landing him the watchful eye of a pickerel which compared in circumference to a five or six inch stove pipe (length in proportion) nabbed the perch and was drawn to shore; but as it lacked just three days of being the first of July, when it was lawful to catch pickerel and her sense of honesty and integrity was so keen, (and possibly somewhat fearful of the penalty) she threw him overboard, thereby losing both pickerel and perch. Doubtless her rest was sweeter that night for having observed the rule, that, “honesty is the best policy.”
Dimock – Fred Crossland, of Louden Hill Farm, expects to sail from New York to Liverpool, England, for a six weeks’ visit with his mother. When Mr. Crossland left England he assured his mother he would visit her every three years, but owing to the war has not seen her since 1913. A steamship ticket, one way, at that time was $60. The same class ticket now costs $135. ALSO The waters of Elk Lake are very enticing to Dimock folks of late, both for swimming and fishing, although the fishing is much better in the Cope pond.
Jackson – A cloudburst came up suddenly; there was but one flash of lightning, followed by a terrific peal of thunder, and then came the deluge. Fields and lowlands were turned into miniature lakes. The roads were washed in many places, tiny brooks became raging torrents. The barn of Elmer Schermerhorn was damaged but Howard Wall, a youth employed by Elmer, drove into the barn to escape the storm. The lightning bolt that hit the barn robbed the lad of his hearing. He reported that he could see the horses, that they were kicking and carrying on but he could not hear them. After much difficulty Mr. Schermerhorn quieted the horses and led them out of the barn. Howard’s hearing, which left him with the crash of thunder, returned during the evening and he was none the worse for his horrible experience.
Susquehanna – The silk mill is breaking all records, according to The Transcript. The plant is running with a full force, and the production is exceeding all expectations of the owners, Jouvaud & Lavigne. Much additional machinery has been added and every inch of space in the big plant is occupied. Superintendent Greene has a happy, efficient force of operatives and the mill was never in such good condition.
Clifford – John Watkins, for many years a prominent resident of this township, passed away at his home in South Gibson on July 3. Deceased was the second child to be born in what is known as Welsh Hill. He was the son of Thomas Watkins, one of the first settlers of West Clifford. He is survived by three sons and a daughter. The funeral was held from Bethel church, Welsh Hill, of which deceased had been for many years a member.
Uniondale – The Uniondale base ball team played Elkdale here Monday morning. The game was close. The score was tied in the 9th. The Elkdale team failed to make a run in the tenth. Score 7-6. Our boys scored and won the game. In the afternoon Uniondale played the Carbondale barbers, and won. Score 12-9.
Montrose – If the celebration of the Fourth did no more than to bring us all together, in and out of town, for a day of pleasant social intercourse and as a break in the drab life routine in which many of our lives are cast, the boys of the American Legion have done a good thing and deserve the heartiest thanks of everybody. But it did infinitely more than that. The bunting adorned streets, the ubiquitous firecracker, the khaki-clad boys, the old veterans in the parade, served to accept as a matter of fact—AMERICA. So Boys of the Legion, we thank you. It was a great day. Don’t fret that the aeroplane broke down, or the sports did not materialize, or that the parade was not as big as it might have been. There was plenty of ice cream and hot dogs and ginger pop and laughter; there was no drunkenness, no accidents, no anger. So please accept our congratulations and thanks.
Reminisces of Olden Days – In an article written by D. T. Brewster, of Montrose, he talked about the old turnpikes, before the steam engine and gas engines, and about there being, still, a sort of halo of romance connected with the stage coaches that ran the pikes. “The bob-tailed, four-horse teams, under-slung Concord coaches, driver on his high box, with a whip to reach the leaders’ ears, and cut behind at the boy on the boot, made a good show. There are many good stories and traditions among the old settlers connected with the stage coaches. Nearly every small boy wanted to be a stage driver. A trip from Montrose to New York could be made by stage in three days, over 200 miles and furnish subjects for conversations long afterwards. The turnpikes were usually laid out straight up and down the hills, so the stage would not “slue” around and tip over.” A. B. Burns remembers the following: “The snow drifts filled the road, and the four-horse stage had to detour through the fields. The driver and male passengers got out to hold the stage from upsetting; just as they were crossing the ditch to get back into the road, the horses got to plunging, the driver fell down in the snow, but hung on to the lines, and so they got back on the road, stopped and looked around. The driver brushed the snow out of his face and neck and said: ‘Hurrah, we made the riffle.’”
Marriage Licenses applied for: Harold B. Shea and Ethel V. Putman, both of Susquehanna; Leo H. Malone and Harriet E. Dewald, both of Montrose; Martin Blaisure and Frances Daly, both of Prospect Hill; William Moat and Francis Chandler, both of Choconut; Vern P. Melhuish, Norristown, Pa and Iva M. Stedman, Elk Lake.
News Brief: Jack Dempsey licked Georges Carpentier in a prize fight, lasting for four rounds, at Jersey City, Saturday. 1899 of Montrose’s 1900 souls failed to attend, “Jim” Griffin alone representing the town. We appropriate nine lines of this newspaper to tell the story—all the event deserves.