Archive for January 7th, 2009

Silas Perkins Misses Tildy Ann’s “Encouragement”

January 7, 2009
The Angry Wife

The Angry Wife

He Needed Encouragement.
Silas Perkins had rented land from Squire Dowling, and soon after he moved into the new home his wife died. Silas remained at home with very dejected spirits for several days, but early one morning he called at Squire Dowling’s house and said:
“Squire, I hain’t in no fix to make an effor.”
“Oh, brace up, Silas,” said the squire. “I know it is bad for a man to lose his wife, especially such a helpful and encouraging one as your, but it will not do to give up.”
“Yes, but I hain’t got no incouragement at all.”
“I’ll give you all the help you need and do what I can to make life pleasant for you.”
“Yas, but you’ll hev to gimme incouragement er I can’t do nuthin.”
“Well, that is what I’m doing, isn’t it?”
“Naw, you’re just a talkin ’bout what I orter do. I’ll hev to git some incouragement to work, like my wife use to gimme.”
“That’s what I’m going to give you.”
“Shore ’nuff?”
“Waal, jest come down to my shack every mornin an say jest ez sharp adn gingery ez you can: ‘Git outen the bed, Silas Perkins, you low down scallaway. You air the sorriest an no encountest critter in 40 mile er heer, an ef you don’t hussel right outen heer I’ll have the White Caps after you this very night.’ That’s the speech Tildy Ann hez been makin to me every mornin these 15 year back, an things peers lonesum an disolate at home without it. Then after you’ve made the speech you want to fling a chair an two er three pots into the bed an fetch a yell like er wild Injun. Then I’ll stretch myself an yawn an begin to crawl out. No, suh, squire, no man knows what a great source o’ incouragement Tildy Ann wus to poor me.” –Atlanta Journal.

Lima News (Lima, Ohio)  May 21, 1898

Dickens: In the Poet’s Corner

January 7, 2009
Charles Dickens

Charles Dickens

The death of Charles Dickens.

Charles Dickens, the great novelist, died at his residence at Gad’s Hill, near London, at 6:15 on the evening of the 9th, of paralysis. He was fifty-eight years of age. He was apparently in good health on the 8th, when he wrote several pages of his novel, “Edwin Drood.”  The suddenness of the blow intensifies the grief of his friends. There were unusual demonstrations of public grief in London and other cities.

A cable dispatch of the 10th says the number of lives lost in the recent conflagration in Constantinople can be safely set down at 1,000.

Queen Victoria, immediately after the intelligence of Mr. Dickens’ death was communicated at court, dispatched a special messenger of condolence to the sorrowing members of the family of the deceased author. The public institutions in the city suspended business immediately after hearing of the melancholy event. In his will Mr. Dickens leaves All the Year Round to his son, with many valuable suggestions about its management.

St Joseph Herald (Saint Joseph, Michigan) Jun 18, 1870


The death of Charles Dickens comes like  a flash of fatal lightning, startling and blinding us all. The hearty, jovial, middle-aged gentleman who stood among us only two short years ago, in apparent health and strength, was the last of whom we should have expected to hear the sudden decease. He passed away quickly, and without pain, probably as he would have chosen, had he the power of choice. Struck down among his friends, at one of those social occasions he is so apt at describing, without the anxiety of a wearing illness, or any failure of his faculties. Like Thackeray, and like Hawthorne, he leaves his work unfinished, but for all that he has left complete behind him, the world is rich indeed. No other writer of the English language has so many, and such admiring readers and no other has so persistently kept his pen from advocating wrong or vice, and so diligently worked the good and the noble in human nature. Dickens was the writer of the people, and two worlds lay their tribute of sorrow upon the new tomb in the Poets’ Corner of Westminster Abbey.

The Fitchburg Sentinel (Fitchburg, Massachusetts) June 18, 1870

Charles Dickens Gravemarker

Charles Dickens Gravemarker

The London Times, speaking of the death of Mr. Dickens, employs these eulogistic words, “The ordinary expressions of regret are not cold and conventional. Millions of people feel it as a personal bereavement. Statesmen, savens and benefactors of the race, when they die, can leave no such void. They cannot, like this great novelist, have been an inmate of every house.”

The remains of Charles Dickens were deposited in the poet’s corner at Westminster Abbey, on the 14th. They were placed at the foot of Handel, and head of Sheridan, with Macauley and Cumberland on either side. The usual flowers were strewn upon the bier. Dean Stanley read the burial service, and the coffin was deposited in its final resting place. Upon the coffin plate were inscribed the words: “Charles Dickens. Born February 7, 1812; died June 9, 1870.”

St Joseph Herald (Saint Joseph, Michigan) June 25, 1870

William E. Mason: Fashion Forward Senator, Author and Joker

January 7, 2009
William E. Mason

William E. Mason

Billy Mason as a Boy Joker.
Senator William E. Mason always has been a joker. Even when a school boy he never let a chance pass without having his fun at the expense of some one else.
When he was a public school pupil, the boys knew as much about ‘cribbing” as they do now, and it was nothing new for them to conceal needed information on their cuffs or inside their watches.

One day when Willie Mason was taking an examination the keen eyed teacher observed him take out his watch every minute or two. The pedagogue grew suspicious. Finally he strode slowly down the aisle and stopped in front of Willie’s desk.

“Let me see your watch,” he commanded.
“All right, sir,” was the meek reply.
The teacher opened the front lid. He looked somewhat sheepish when he read the single word, “Fooled.”
But he was a shrewd man. He was not to be thrown off the scent so easily.
He opened the back lid. Then he was satisfied. There he read:
“Fooled again.” — New York Journal.

Lima News (Lima, Ohio)  May 21,  1898


Down with Them, Says Mason
Chicago, September 15, 1901 [excerpt]
“Some excuse may be found in hatred or partisan excitement for the assasinations of Lincoln and Garfield; but no such excuse exists for this foul deed. The president was killed by a sane man, who had learned his lesson at the school of anarchy, who had been taught in public places that rulers should be slain, who had been influenced and incited to his deed by the nest of anarchy in Chicago.”

Atlanta Constitution, Sep 16, 1901


Senator William E. Mason as a Glass of Fashion.

The belt vest or vest belt of which Senator William E. Mason is the originator is the new style in waistcoats peculiarly adapted to stout people and to very warm weather, says the Washington correspondent of the New York Evening Post. Like so many of those nice things that we are told about, it is “within the reach of all.”

These directions might suffice: Take an old vest — any closet will furnish one — and with a pair of sharp shears bisect it just above the second button from the bottom. In wearing draw it tightly in front and either button or buckle it in the back. The result is a waistcoat which is at the same time a belt. It conceals the suspender buttons and the upper seam of the trousers and really fills a long felt want. Washington seldom leads in fashions, but it may do so this time.

The Newark Advocate (Newark, Ohio)  June 27,  1902


Former Senator Mason an Author.
“We have not heard much lately of William E. Mason, once senator from Illinois,” remarked Stanley Higginbothan, of Chicago, at the Raleigh last night. “Mason is not very old, and has always been too active for retirement from political and other paths. Now comes the information that he has writtne a book — but, mind you, a semireligious book — and that seems odd for a politician. Mason did not use his name with the volume when it first came out a year ago. The title of the book was ‘John, the Unafraid,’ and it deals with modern problems in a straightforward way.

“The book has attracted attention, I am told, among clergymen, and, no doubt, some of Mason’s old congressional friends who are not clergymen will be curious to see what their old friend can bring forth in the way of a semireligious literary production. No one who ever knew jolly ‘Billy’ Mason, story teller and raconteur, during his Washington days, would suspect him of writing a book dealing with religious teachings, and with frequent reference to the words of Holy Writ, it is evident that there is hope for the final regeneration of many other statesmen now in the whirl who may enter the literary world once they have finished with political office.”

Washington Post, The (Washington, D.C.)  May 15,  1911