Girls cannot sit too close during this weather.
The climate is rigorous.
HARD ON FOND DU LAC.
Forest street, Fond du Lac, is going to be a great place for sparking, one
of these days. For three years all the children born on that street have
been girls. Some lay it to the artesian well water.
THOSE BOLD BAD DRUMMERS.
About seventy-five traveling men were snowed in at Green Bay during a late
blockade, and they were pretty lively around the hotels, having quiet fun
Friday and Saturday, and passing away the time the best they could, some
playing seven up, others playing billiards, and others looking on. Some of
the truly good people in town thought the boys were pretty tough, and they
wore long faces and prayed for the blockade to raise so the spruce-looking
chaps could go away.
The boys noticed that occasionally a lantern-jawed fellow would look pious
at them, as though afraid he would be contaminated. So Sunday morning they
decided to go to church in a body. Seventy-five of them slicked up and
marched to the Rev. Dr. Morgan's church, where the reverend gentleman was
going to deliver a sermon on Temperance. No minister ever had a more
attentive audience, or a more intelligent one, and when the collection
plate was passed every last one of the travelers chipped in a silver
dollar.
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