Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 3, Number 52, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 28 June 1873 — Page 1

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Vol. 3.—No. 52

THE MAIL.

Office, .1 South 5th Street,

City News.

THE SCHOOLS.

With the ir*s,mt woek the schools of the city havo closed for the summer vacatlou, greatly to the relief of teachers aud pupils. Our space will not permit mention of the closing exercises to that length they deserve.

The Normal school closed on Wednesday sending out a class of sixteen graduate*. The names woro given last week. It Is gratifying to record the fact that this institution, which for a long time stood on the brink of failure, is now firmly established, and on the high road to a successful future. The past year has beon ono of tho most gratifying succeas, and the entire Faculty have gained the esteem and contidence of all interostod in tho institution.

Tho lirst annual exhibition of the pupils of St. Bonavouture's Lyceum was given at Dowling Hall on Thursday evening. An' admission fee was charged and, yet tho hall was filled with an audience greatly interested in the pleasing and meritorious exorcises.

Tho city schools closed yestorday morning. The examination of pupils showed results of the most gratifying character, aud promotions were in greater proportion than at tho close of any former year, giving evidence of the harmony with which our school system Is conducted, and the zeal and Industry with which tho studies have been pursued.

Last night at the Opera House, the last crowning act of the school year was consumated, and a class of one dozen graduato*—eight young ladles and four young gentlemen, with high honors received tholr diplomas. The class consists of Octavia Burnett, Edward E. Barton, Mary E. Helmcarap, Clara O. Clayton, Frank W. Ripley, Flora E. Podson, Lottie H. Smith, Isa M. Drake, Emrno V. Blchowsky and Id* M. Depuy. Tho Opera House was filled to its utmost capacity, and approving smiles, frequent applause and great arm loads of boquets greeted tho performances of each member of the class. The people looked with pride upon the successful work of teacher and pnpll, and we sincerely regret that time and space will not permit mention In detail of the Interesting exercises of this seventh annual commencement.

MANUFACTURES.

Opr people aro again agitating the subjeot

manufactories. This time

we hope it will result in something more substantial than mere talk and paper resolutions. The time has come when It Is necessary to got down to the hard-pan, to make some move of a practical nature. Tho meotlngat the Court House on Thursday evening was composed of our best and most active eltlsens, although the absence of certain men who should put their shoulder to the wheel was regretted. It was determined to appoint a committee of ten cltlsens to be known as "Tho Manufacturing Committee of Torre Haute," and to ask the City Council for an appropriation of 11,000, to be expended by advertising and otherwise presenting to manufacturers the advantages of Tsrro Haute a manufacturing point. The names of this committee will bo reported at a aeoond meeting to be held next Thursday evening, when it is to be hoped further and more definite actton will be taken.

It Is a crying shame that the immense resources lying at our very doors are, comparatively, so little known, and so meagrely developed. We have the cheapest coal depot in the world, the best of railroad facilities, plenty of wood and other materials. We want our prairies to fairly blase with iron works of every class wagon factories, tor agricultural implements, tor wooden wares of all kinds the glassworks resuscitated a big cotton mill, and dozens of smaller manufactories.

Torre Haute has steadily and substantially grown from Tillage to a prosperous inland city. H°t the time has arrived when it must come to a halt, and await the developement of extensive manufactories. With the establishment of these a bright future is before us. Without these we see no reasonable hope for the Prairie City to attain a position much in advance of that which she now occuplca. Cities and towns all over the fand can be cited that owe, mainly, to their manufacturing interests their present Importance. Nothing will attract people to place so quickly as the knowledge that it is a prosperous manufacturing

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Town-Talk.

RHD HOT!

Everybody is talking about the weather now, and as the topic is vastly more important than auy other, T. T. feels it a conscientious duty to write something about it. It maybe fairly urged that his opinions on this subject are really of no groater Importance than those of othor folks but on the other band It afTord.H a sweltering sufferer a serene satisfaction to be told that be is hot. Singular thut the papers have bad nothing to say about the hot weather. It would make a firstrate local item, and Is something the public feel a very general interest in. What do the people care lor manufactures, the school exhibitions or county affairs, when the weather is uppermost In the minds cf everybody. So T. T. Is moved to write an article about hot weather, though the only article he cares to have about, hot weather, is plenty of ice water. It has unquestionably been very hot. So hot that man and womankind have relinquished all attempts to keep cool, and give their entire attention toward endeavoring to livo through it. Paper collars are scattered along the sidewalks thick as leaves in Valainbrosa. Indeed, few attempt to put on a collar now, not even the horses, who must have such honors thrust upon them, utterly refusing to put on their own collars during such aggravating weather.

Thermometer high up In the nineties. "How is that for high?" But little disposition to cool oil' when night rjomes. Sleep absconded. "Tired nature's sweet restorer" must have become wealthy and rotired from the restorative business. ^Everybody has a large stock of "rayellecl sleeves of care" thai want sleep to knit up, But that sleep oonios not at their bidding. Cause why? its hot—and then the mosquitoes! They don't let up a bit, not caring for the heat. Oh! how they do let down on you. They don't mind a mosquito bar this summer. Last night T. T. caught one of thom holding up a corner of the bar, so that his companions could crawl In and go for him. And they gode

Sweat! The perspiration runs down T. T.'s arms as he writes, with such force as to wash away paper and pencil sometimes. If he ever gets this copy to tho printer, he will have to hang it up to dry, or set it up, just as he pleases. This is a good time to find out the bald heads. No man can stand it to wear a wig In these days. Talk about your hoad washes. T. saw a perspiring man with the hair washed right off the top of his head yesterday. If he had retained it it would have been a scratch. When the sprinkling wagons pass a street crossing people quarrel to see who shall get nearest so as to be sprinkled.

Never in the whole course of his experience with heated terms has T. T. known a heatod term to get so quickly heated as this term is heated. As the readers of The Mail well know, T. is exceedingly careful not to Indulge in any "heatod terms"—he wouldn't indulge in this one If he could help It— out he must be allowed to say that it is hot as—well, as hot as he ever remembers to have seen it. Old Sol is blazing. He Is letting us see what he can do In the way of shining—bound to shine. He is emphatically giving us "a warmer." We have got to sweat it out on this line if it takes all summer.

The other night when his bed seemed almost like the fiiry furnaoe of Meshsck Shadrack A Co, T. T. got op and endeavored to find a cool spot to sleep on. He tried the oarpet. No go the carpet scorched him, too. Then he essayed the oil cloth, but the oil was frying out of that, leaving a distinct impression of the pattern lithographed upon his body. Then he tore up a portion of the carpet and got next to the floor, hoping to find that cool. It Is a pine floor and he stuck fast to it by the pitch oosing out. As a last resort be went down Into the back yard and got some old stove plate to lie upon, and that nearly completed the baking process he tad been put through.

Prickly heat! Guess not. T. Ts. arms, shoulders and back look as if they had been sanded with red pepper. Every man he meets complains of the same thing. Sheriff Hull says he Is afraid all his prisoners will break out with it. It is risky slapping a friend on the shoulder now. He might turn suddenly and knock you down fbr Irritating his prickly beat, which he has to pet and favor in order to render endurable. By the way, if a man and his wife both had the prickly heat wouldn't they be a pncMy p*ar

The other day T. T. pitied a misershie wretch who said be had been turo-

^e» ^TberTto geTemployment "tt out into a oold world. Don't pity Meagotheretogei p«^n.« in

fuj-t nHrm they go there to follow agri-

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iwrf esse created—they go these days. Any of T. re. menus may tharo to build up mercantile establish- firs hims oool reception, or even turn there to build up oold shoulder toward him, and he will not murmur. In fact nothing would afford him greater pleasure.

ments. Hie world over, the people place confidence In that dty that a* fords manufacturing facilities.

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Why didn't our revolutionary fathers select a cooler season for the Fourth of July? By the way, wilLwe never more see a real old fashioned Fourth of July celebration inTerre-Haute? Not a move has boon taken towards one for years. ID few of the large cities Is such a thing as a public celebration been arranged for this year. In the rural towns, however, where they haven't heard that the Fourth of July is dead, they keep up the old custom. They will have tholr guns at daybreak, and "national salute" at sunrise. At ten o'clock A. M. the procession will be formed, the right resting on tho meeting house, and the left resting under the trees, wherever they can find any shade. A brass band secured at great expense, all dressed in blue coats and white pants, will proceed to blow their brains out at the head of the procession, while a martial band at the tall beat their drumheads as though they would brain thom, too.

Then the marshals with their big sashes around their waists and broad ribbons down their trowser's logs, will t^ash up and down on high stepping and loose-galloping horses, shouting orders that nobody understands, and swinging their old rusty swords with pantomimic lncoherency. After some delay, having been kept waiting by the delegation from up the creek, four or five miles away, who come late in two lumber wagons, decorated with flags and fife and drum, the procession gets under way for the grove where country celebrations of Independence Day are always held. Out-door celebrations are generally a failure when held in the hall.

The village choir sings, the smart school boy reads, the bad boy interrupts with a bunch of fire crackers under the platform, and then tho young lawyer follows with a tribute to the greatness of this country—a speech would be nothing without a "tribute"—closing with an apostrophe to the Stars and Stripes, and a peroration to the American Eagle. The band plays "Hall Columbia," the procession reforms, as many as can be got together and the homeward march is made. Hurrah for the Foifrth of July

Husks and Nubbins.

HODGE-PODGE.

Hot, dry, dusty pulse beating low a dumb aching fingering along one's spinal column, like a hand with mitten on a wretched languor and lassitude creeping through one's flesh from finger to toe-nails. Summer—the synonym of stagnstlen! Everything is standing, or wants to stand still. The trees in the great leafy wood's look like gigantic wax-work, they are so dead and motionless. The ripening grass in your yard (which five different men have promised

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different times

each to cut down for you) looks as if It were tired already of its short life and longed to go hence snd be no more. You sympathize with that poor grass, for you feel very much like it does yourself. —So I muso as I sit looking out the door into the heat, trylug to keep from me the enevitable moment. But it will not do. I must go to work. The editor of that insatiate hebdomadal, Tho Mall, has his eye on me and sings out, "How now, Mr. Husks and Nubbins How long are you going to keep me waiting?" This re-minds me (I wss minded before) that there is a Saturday in each week, a Mail on each Saturday and a Husk snd Nubbin In each Mail. Of course the world couldn't get along without it Saturdays, or without its,Mail or without its h. and n. But really isn't it just a little too hard to compel a fellow to plump into a chair, pick up his pen(cil), draw a piece of paper before him and try to torture something from his laey, languid, half-paralysed brain? But you say, "You've had the whole week before you," (It Is behind mo now,) "why didn't you write when you felt like It That's just the point! A fellow never docs feel like it till the very last day has come, and then he feels less like It than ever. You remember poor Mark Twain's galling bondage to the Galaxy. Poor fellow! he had to write a batch of funny things for it every month, but soon found that he oouldn't stand it. It struck the initiated as being •little strange that a man oouldn't write apiece once a month, that is, one pleoe during the whole month. Yes but suppose the piece had to be ready by the fifteenth, do you suppose Mark was going to begin It on the first Of course not. He would say, "Pshaw 1 I don't Owl like writing now, and I hare two weeks yet. I can easily get It up in that time." So he wouldn't trouble About It till the eighth, and then it would begin to trouble Attend he would spend four days whining errand and wishing he was a farmer or a blacksmith, or that the Galaxy hadn't tempted him into blading himself to

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TERRE-HAUTE, SATURDAY EVENING, JUNE 23, 1873.

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Oh! but ain't It hot! we aro upon the FOURTH OF JULY.

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write fun for it every month, and, finally, on the twelfth, with a face as long as a parlor looking-glass, he would sit down to grind out his monthly grist of humor. Well, Mark found that he couldn't stand such an inevitable drain and at the end of the year threw up the sponge. There is reason to believe that H. and N. would do the same thing but for one reason. There is old long-oars, who writes the gab column of Tho Mail,going right along, winter and summer, and if he can stand It we can too. It Is true he did miss fire one or two times, aud last week slid gracefully out on half a column, while H. and N. has boen ou hand now for fifty weeks, without ever missing once, but still the old fellow impresses one as being remarkably tough and destined to last for a long time yet. But we give notice that we can stand it as long as he can, if he is old and tough.

How Is this for husk Please "refer to the first paragraph and be still! The papers are all dull this hot weather and why shouldn't H. and N. have the privilege of falling from his usual brilliancy into a lower strain? Besides, people don't need much corn in summer time. v./

Isn't it strange how stiff-necked somo pcoplo nre Thero is Mrs. John Smith, for instance, who is bound not to be a Spiritualist in spite of all the Pence Hall people can do. We hope, though, as she is accused of being "medlumistlc," that the good Doctor will allow her to go into the portrait gallery "and see what she can see." Perhaps her chilling presence would not keep all the spirits away and a few honest old chaps like Ben Franklin might manage to "drop in." It would be so comfortable for skeptics to have Mrs. John convinced, she seemed so perfectly invincible and unamvincible. We think such a person ought to have extraordinary privileges granted her. The Pence Hall people ought to be as accommodating as they can in such cases. If they could convert Mrs, John they would probably have very little trouble with the rest of the city.

H. A N. is mistaken In regard to

T. T. missing fire one or two times. We believe he did fail once in getting into the first edition, but he has not missed a Saturday issue.—Ed. Mail.]

People and Things.

John B. Gough has a thousand invitations to lecture during the coming season. ,»f ?,

Emerson enunciated a great truth when he said "Mankind is a d—d scoundrel."

Barnum will spend {750,000 for advertising this year, and will make $300,000 by it. Printers' ink pays.

A Richmond man holds $6S4,200 in Confederate monoy, and will sell It for a cent ®n a dollar—If he can.

There is no authority for the current statement that Mr. Lawrence Barrett designs to leave the stage and enter the pulpit.

St. Louis is envious of Chicago, and referring to the fact that the latter city wants to confer a degree on Gllmore, kindly suggests that it be Fiddle, D. D.

Captain Jack Is represented as exhibiting in his confinement, the most abject cowardice, outraging all the tradiditional ideas of the heroic Indian

Schuyler Colfax has been made an L. L. D. by the Otterbein University of Ohio, and the Rochester Democrat is moved to observe that It Otterbein done before.

The Shah of Persis is prohibited, by etiquette, from ever walking up stairs, and he is therefore reduced to the necessity of sleeping perpetuslly on the ground floor.

Tom Worrell, head waiter at the Metropolitan Hotel, Omaha, is now wealthy man, thanks to the kindness of a rich old uncle, who named him as his heir, and then quietly departed this Ufa.

A Bostonlan, who did Moifbt Washington on foot last year, hss informed the Transcript thst he got as ravenous ss a raven among the ravines, and sat down in one of the gorges and gorged himself. *-v

A colored murderer, who was recently hanged in Georgia, undertook to anticipate the sheriff by walking to the edge of the scaffold and jumping off while prayer wss being offered, after the noose had been fixed. He wss pulled back again by the rope, and hsnged in the orthodox fsshion.

During the Decoration Dsy parade at Lawrence, Mass., a one-legged soldier was taken from the organ he was grindlog, and was placed In a barouche with the orator of the day, by the G. A. R., amid the applause of the crowd, no note being taken of the fact that he had lost the limb In an engagement with a sawmill

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AXOTBBR illustration of the awftil effects of competition: It has brought New York soda to a cent a glass, and the juvenile population Is poisoning itself with that decoction sayored With deadly syrups.

Feminitems.

There Is a Brooklyn belle who pickles her hands twice a week in order to keep them white. mU:m-

Mad Matllds Heron has written a dreadful book about mankind, which no publisher will bring out.

A Milwaukee matron went to a circus and precipitated an event which added two boys and one girl to the population.

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Miss Mattie McClellan Brown ia on her way to England as the accredited representative of the Good Templars of Ohio.

A Des Moines woman gfrte hor husband morphine to cure him of chewing tobacco. She makes a nice-looking widow.

Themost stylish young ladles in New York City have struck against the tyranny of the milliners, and make their own bonnets.

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Five young misses in their 'teens from New England agricultural schools have a joint stock dairy farm of 320 acres, in Kansas.

Pretty country girls are employed as waiters at some of the Narragansott hotels, but they are terribly high-toned and aristocratic.

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The Persian Shah has sent his five wives back from Moscow to Teheran, for insubordination, and wanting to do like other women.

Carthage, N. Y., comes forward with a woman who, at the age of one bun* dred and one, jumps the rope and plays at "leap frog." Next!

Burlington, Iowa, boasts of a female, young and lovely, who stands six feet seven and one-half inches in her stockings, and is still going up.

During the warm weather the principal occupation of the "girl of tbe period" seems to be sitting on the stoop waiting for tho "coming man."

Olive Logan has* retired from the stage forever, and in future will only amuse her darling Slkes. Her old stage clothes sre offered to the highest bidder.

A woman at Union Hill, N. J., has been arrested for habitually pouring boiling water on the sidewalks for the purpose of scalding the feet of barefooted children.

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lady wears a set of

jewelry made over a thous

and years ago, which is pronounced superior in design and finish to anything made at present.

A sensitive San Francisco belle habitually carries a whalebone switch to whale beauln' young gentlemen, and they say it only heightens the previous switchery of her manner.

A Missouri lover called his girl a Mo. dusk, in response to which misunderstood compliment the lass lifted a handful of hair from the top cf bis head—a modified scalping operation.

Somebody, evidently down soutE, says: "People who imagine that there Is no cotton raised up North are mistaken. There are thousands of women who raise a pound or so of cotton every time they draw a breath."

The public interest excited by the expression of a lady's face when she sits down on a strange gentleman's hat In church, says Bilmber, is what plunges many a Christian female into a vortex ef Inaudible profanity.

If women are permitted to commit crime in this country almost with perfect Impunity, such Is not the case on the other side of the British boundaryline. A woman was hanged at Sarnls, Canada, last week, for the murder of her husband.

Two

dsughters of Wm. F. Oalagher,

in the town of Courtland, Ills., this year plowed and put in eighty acres of small grain. One of these girl*, Miss Nancy, did the plowing, while the other, Miss Adella, sowed the grain and harrowed it in. They ought j^Jbe enfranchised forthwith.

Hindoo women are given to orns* ment, which may be the reason that so msny ornaments are given to the Indian women. They wear jewelry when they wear nothing else, and would sooner go without clothing or rice thsn sppesr in public without a nose ring. It is estimated that the ornaments of the Indian women sre worth $500,000,000, enough to clothe and educate all the girls in India for the next generation.

A young lady in Nashviile Is changing her views somewhat relative to the question of mstrimeny. She says that when she "came out" in society she determined that she would not marry a man unless be were an Episcopalian. Tim* passed on and she did not get married, and then she modified her views snd concluded she would marry no man who was not a Christain. That young lady is still unmarried, and says now that all she is looking for is a man who doesn't drink wh!*ky.,

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Conaubialities.

Mr. Baity, of Danbury, says:

not le IUL myself I am marric-d." A Siberian husband can divorce his wife at will, but it i!| yery rare that Buch an event occurs.

In eoonominal Oberiin, Ohio, invitations to a fashionable wedding were utsued on postal cards. ,4

Three hundred people at Lifuyetta sat up all night to see a bridal couple off on the daylight train.

Bob, how is your sweetheart getting along?''. "Pretty well, I gues^ she says I needn't call any more

Some one has discovered that ba:dheaded widowers seldom marry again, they never pine themselves to death.

Middlefield, Mass., sympathizes with She honeymoon of a newly-married couple, aged respectively seventy-eight aud seventy.

The Boston Transcript asks: If a miss is as good as a mile, how good is a Mrs. If she is a widow she will be good for a league, perhaps.

If you don't like this dinner you'd better go out aud hang yourself," said an Ohio woman to her husband, and hs practically approved her logic.

Secret marriages are so popular at Peoria that lathers and mothers dure not scold their daughters for fear they are addressing some one's wife.

What more precious thing can a mna have, asks the New York Mail, than the first love of an innocent girl—with an undivided iuterest iu fourteen boulevard lots

A sagacious papa exceedingly mortified his daughter by ordering to be printed on her wedding cards: "No presents, except those adapted to ail income of ?1,500."

A Western editor insists that he wrote the word "trousseau" plain as a pikestaff in connection with certain bridal presents. The printer, however, vulgarly put it "trousers."

A woman in Chicago vias married the other day to her seventh husbaud. The other six ex-lords are all alive aud doing well—much better, we should think, than the lost victim.

You area little bear, madame," said our own brute to a fashionable belle at an evening party. "Sir!" exclaimed tie dismayed one. "About the shoulders, I mean," smilingly replied he.

In old times, an essential part of a bride's outfit was sand for scouring her kitchen implements. Now-a-days they don't trouble about the sdnd all that is required from father is that he shall "down with the dust."

A girl in Macoupin county, 111., told her lover she would marry him if h® could milk three cows clean while she was milking two. He failed, and at last accounts was practicing on all the cows he could see with the hope of getting another triaJ.

According to tho Youngsville correspondent of the Erie Dispatch, the women over there are getting avaricious. Ono, in conversation with a neighbor the other day, said: "J—— is trying to coax me to loave my husbaad and run away with him, but I wouldn't do it for live dollar?." It is evident she knew five dollars wouldn't buy her fashionable bonnet, and was fishing for an offer of six.

A woman in Springfield, Mass.,-was offered |25,000 by her husband the other day, it she would sign a deed so that he could complete a real estste speculation but she demanded $100,000, and the disgusted husband dropped the whole matter. That sort of woman wouldn't flourish in Indianapolis, says the Journal, where every well regulated wife is expected to sign two or three deeds-a day and ask no questions.

A brakemau on the Central Ohio road, Joseph M. Hawkins by name, just for convenience in the enjoyment of home comforts, has a wife at each end of his route. A cruel society could not endure the thought of permitting one man to enjoy suob an undue proportion of the common fund of human ble*slng, so the said Joseph will be required to speed sbout as much tlmo is the penitentiary as be has been engaged in the pcrformsnce of this double

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When riding in the cars, one is often forced to listen to conversations upon personal matters. On one of our Eastern trains, the other day, a newly married couple, starting on their wedding tour, after comfortably arranging themselves in their seats, gsve vent to their emotions as follows: Husband (leaning over very tenderly toward the partner of bis joys snd sorrows)— "•Oose little pet lamb Is'ou?" Wife (with responsive tenderness)—" 'On'*.* Husband—"'Oo does 'ou love?" Wufc —"'Ou." I. O., being a single m^n, wss completly overcome at this point of the conversation, and joined the euchre-playing crowd In the smoking car.