Posts Tagged ‘New Jersey’

School Will Be the Death of Me

August 16, 2011


Hanged Himself Rather Than Go Back to School.

Newark, N.J., June 10. — The body of Charles Chadwick, nine years old, who committed suicide by hanging in the cellar of his home, 84 Seventh avenue, rather than go back to school because the principal had threatened to send him to a reformatory, lay in its little white draped coffin in the darkened parlor on the first floor.

Charles was sent home from school because his coat was torn. His sister Cora, aged twelve, went home with him. His mother told him to go back to school. Charles left the house, but returned again at 2 o’clock. He begged his mother not to send him back to school, but Mrs. Chadwick insisted. Once more Charles left the house, and that was the last seen of him until shortly after 9 o’clock in the evening his father found him hanging in the cellar dead.

“If I had only known,” said Mrs. Chadwick, “how much he really feared going back to school I wouldn’t have made him go. He told me that his principal had threatened to send him to a reform school, where he could never see me or his father again until he was twenty-one years old, but I thought it was only an excuse to stay away. Now I know that it was his fear that he would never see me again that made him want to stay at home.”

Adams County News (Gettysburg, Pennsylvania) Jun 11, 1910


Mother Sends Him to School and He Commits Suicide.

Newark, N.J., June 9. — The police today declare that the suicide of nine-year-old Charles Chadwick was one of the most carefully planned they ever had to deal with, and marvel that a child of such tender years could have executed it.

The lad had been sent home from school. He told his mother if he were sent back he would kill himself. She laughed at his remark, dressed him anew and sent him back to school.

The boy went to the rear of the house and entered the cellar. There he removed his collar and tie, looped a rope about a beam in the ceiling and deliberately hanged himself.

The Marion Daily Star (Marion, Ohio) Jun 9, 1910

Close Call with a Shark – 1881

August 10, 2011

A Frightful Situation.

Capt. David L. Longstreet, of Seabright, says a New Jersey paper, accompanied by a fellow-fisherman, was fishing with great success in ten fathoms water. The day was fine, the sea was right, and the trail was strong. — Suddenly the fish stopped biting. Longstreet was unable to account for the phenomenon, but while thinking it over he felt the strong pull of a bluefish at his hook. At the same instant he saw the dorsal fin of a shark close by the boat. The shark’s tail churned the water into foam twelve feet behind the fin.

1880 Census – David Longstreet – Ocean, Monmouth, New Jersey

When the shark snapped at the bluefish Longstreet was pulling to the boat, he could see that it was not the common shark, but the black shark, or dreaded man-eater. Longstreet continues: “I let go of my line, but the blue-fish darted straight for the boat, slipping under it and escaping. The shark, following closely with open mouth, plunged his nose through the ‘tuck’ of the boat, about a foot forward of the stern, and his under jaw closed on the keel with a crash-like the cut of an axe in a dry tree-trunk. Water spurted into the boat. The shock threw me headforemost out of the boat. I sank, and as I rose, I felt that I was kept under by the agitation of the water by the shark’s tail, which stirred the water like the propellor of a tug. But I struck out vigorously, and, to my horror, came to the surface alongside the tail of the shark. I put out my hand before I realized fully where I was, and touched his cold body, and remember I thought, ‘How hard and strong this is!’ As I turned to swim towards the boat my right foot struck his long tail, and here is the mark of the contact. As soon as I got to swimming I felt at ease. I didn’t seem to realize, as I do now, the horrible fate that awaited me if the struggling monster alongside of me got his head clear of the hole in the boat. I climbed into the boat, helping myself by putting my knee on the shark’s back. Meanwhile the other fisherman had been shouting for help, and a relief-boat soon approached, the struggling shark freeing itself and escaping.”

The Indiana Progress (Indiana, Pennsylvania) Sep 8, 1881

Turtle Trouble

July 16, 2010


Causes Asphyxiation of Poultry and Pigs by Biting a Gas Pipe

South Norwalk, Conn., July 29. — A snapping turtle weighing forty pounds cost the lives of 100 chickens and three pigs in Herman Jacobs’ barn at Roton Point. Incidentally two of Jacobs’ farmhands were made ill by inhaling illuminating gas.

After a hard fight Jacobs captured the turtle in a swamp a few days ago. He chained it to a stake in his back yard and started to fatten it, intending to invite his friends to a turtle supper.

The turtle got loose yesterday and crawled into the model barn, which contains a gas plant. Without the slightest apparent inconvenience to itself the turtle snapped off a gas pipe.

The gas, escaping in large quantities, soon filled the barn. In the barn are a hennery and piggery; the unfortunate chickens and pigs were asphyxiated quickly; the farm hands, looking for the leak, inhaled much gas.

Jacobs will continue to fatten the turtle and finally will serve it to his friends if only for vengeance sake.

Portsmouth Herald (Portsmouth, New Hampshire) Jul 29, 1910


New Jersey Bather Recaptures Pet That Wandered Away Several Years Ago.

Upper Montville, N.J. — A snapping turtle that Hilliard Throckmorton had lost 22 years ago returned to him when he was bathing in Green pond. He long had mourned his loss, but he mourned its return still more.

Throckmorton was having his daily swim when suddenly a toe of his left foot was caught and held. He tried to shake off his new attachment, but it refused to let go. He swam to the shore, almost fainting from pain and exertion.

A cold chisel and a poker were necessary to make the snapper let go. Then the following inscription was found carved on the shell: “H.T., 1888.”

“Why,” gasped Throckmorton, “I made that on a pet turtle when I was fifteen years old.”

The Humeston New Era (Humeston, Iowa) Aug 3, 1910