Saturday morning about two o’clock, a sneak thief entered the residence of Mr. Ben Phillips, on Chess Street, through an open back window. He was in the young ladies sleeping room when discovered, and was scared away before getting any booty, by Miss Jennie blowing a meat horn, which she keeps ready for use, in case of any needed alarm daring the night. The ladies of the family are much alone, and this meat horn idea is a capital one.
Just think of a burglar tip-toeing about in the watches of silent night, a dark lantern in one hand, and a big pistol in the other, peeping here and there in a lady’s bed room, looking for a pocket-book or jewel case. He sees the glitter of a bracelet, sits down his glim, sticks his sick shooter in his pocket, stoops over a dressing case, his fingers rapidly closing in on the trinkets and engagement rings, when “Toot, TOOT,” a noise as if seven million fog horns had broken loose, greets him, scares him, petrifies him. Fear, fright, terror, dismay, alarm, consternation— and away he goes, as if the Devil and Tom Pepper were after him.
Mean while the girls sit up in bed and blow the old tin screech horn till their cheeks bulge out like apple dumplings; yea, even like the priests who blew down the walls of Jerico. A tin horn may not carry as far as a pistol, but it is more effective at short range with a scared girl at one end of it.
Oh, how we ache to write the item when one of these chaps shall have been shot — “A Sneak Thief Caught – He will Sneak no more—Not Much—Not this Evening — His Bowels Blasted out with a Blunderbuss – Gone to Meet the Hades Boss in a Land which is Hotter than This.”
According to The Daily Republican March, 13, 1882:
A cow which had entered the paper mill straw yard one day several weeks ago, in search of food, was observed to eat her way towards the steam tubs, but the workmen were too busy to drive her out. A half hour later they looked for her, but the Ramshackle had disappeared. The owner had hunted his cow in vain. On Saturday the men were cleaning out a steam escape, and digging down under the straw to where the hot liquor is drawn off from the bottom of the tub, came across the cow. She had slumped through the wet straw and sank to the bottom, outside the tubs. It was all up with Shackle; she was cooked to death, for after soaking in hot lime and soda water, and being parboiled in hot steam for two weeks no ordinary cow could be expected to stand the racket, and so when found she was little more than jelly and horns.
One of the people I follow on Flickr recently posted a photo (click here to view it) of the interior of the former Holy Trinity Roman Catholic Church of Duquesne PA in its ruined state. It’s hard to believe that anybody would abandon such a grand building and let it deteriorate. This is the story of what happened.
Trees growing in seemingly impossible places
The rear of the church
The former Duquesne Works was located just a few hundred feet away on the right.
Holy Trinity didn’t always look this way of course. The buff brick church building was built on South First Street in 1907 by Continue reading →
Just a few photos of the flooding along Pigeon Creek on Park Avenue, Monongahela March 4th and 5th 2015. These were taken shortly after the water started to recede. Click the image for a larger view.
The Ringgold School District Armstrong Field shown above is mainly used as a soccer field today. Over the years it has been used as a driving park, race track, softball field, football field and even a cornfield! Click here to see what it looked like over 100 years ago.