Since the passage of the “dog ordinance” the dear little “dorgs” have been beautifully scarce on the streets of Milton. But few have been killed, and people from the country are learning to keep their dogs at home when they come to town. A place where they, of right belong. For a few days last week the buzzards had a carnival over the carcasses of the few that had fallen beneath the steady aim of the bailiff. It is no uncommon sight now days to see a poodle leading a lady a long by a string; instead of the lady leading the poodle.
To commemorate the event of the removal of Scull Town from Mount Ararat, the young ladies of that locality gave a party on last Thursday evening. It was a most enjoyable affair. The little hostess of the evening was at her best; and if possible, prettier than herself. The Senor Alcade Hasting Orchestra furnished the music, and to quote from [the] Burns [poem] Tam O’Shanter,
“The pipes loud and loader blew,
The dancers quick and quicker flew;
They reel’d, they set, they cross’d the cleekit,
Till like carlin swat and reekit.”[i]
The Godwin Bros. & Conwell Co., have a part of their buildings framed at Mount Ararat.
C. S. Waples is building another warehouse at his works, at the Milton depot.
James Wright has the frame of a blacksmith shop up, on Mulberry Street,
William Maull, blacksmith, left Milton last week for Baltimore, where has secured a position at his trade.
Mrs. John Magee and daughter have returned from a visit of several weeks to her elder daughter[ii] in Philadelphia.
Rev. G. R. McCready has been returned as pastor of the M. P. Church for another year.
A heavy frost is reported in nearby localities on Saturday morning.
It is said Sam Smith is suffering with an attack of mumps.
Miss Anna, the youngest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. D. S. Wiltbank was wedded to Captain Ralph D. Megee, the son of Captain W. H. Megee, the son of Captain W. H. Megee, of Philadelphia, on Thursday evening of last week. The ceremony was performed at the home of the bride’s parents, by the Rev. R. T. Coursey, and witnessed by many friends of the contracting parties. The happy pair are now exchanging [vows] of eternal fidelity beneath the sun of the Torrid Zone.
Dr. Joseph Conwell, ex-Mayor of Vineland, N. J., is in attendance on his father-in-law, Mr. Theodore E. Primrose, who is yet failing.
Mr. Marshal, of the firm of Marshal & Hartman, is in town this week. Mr. Marshal’s business headquarters are at Shrewsboro, Pa.[iii]
The “Linked Sweetness long drawn out” of the “Thaw” trial has resulted, as every newspaper reader knows, in a disagreement of the jury. We suggest that when a new trial is ordered, District Attorney Jerome insist that the New York Court send to Sussex County, Del., for a jury.
Miss Laura M. Conner had the fingers of her right hand badly burned on Saturday night in her brother Charles A. Conner’s store. She was alone when one of the large lamps took fire on the outside. She got on the counter and took the burning lamp from its hanging, and carried it out at the back door of the store, where it was extinguished. Her presence of mind may have saved a serious accident.
The Milton Electric Company resumed the planting of poles in own on Monday.
Burton M. Robinson sold his household goods in Milton on Saturday, and in the future [will] make his home at Kensington, Md. with his daughter and sons-in-law.
James Palmer is repairing the porch and stables at the property he lately purchased on Broad Street,
George Sharp, mechanic, is confined to his home by illness.
The granting by the court of license to sell liquor in Milford has a marked effect on the Milford visitors to Milton. We have no comment to make; but it looks like somehow, in this way, regarding the elite who drink away from home, or when at home, sub rosa. And this way, is this. I was once conversing with a young lady and the subject of her inquiry was a gentleman, “O,” said I, “he is a Christian.” “O,” said she, “they’ll all do it.”
The upper step in front of the declivity, at the entrance of the M. E. Church has been braced. For mechanism and architectural beauty we commend it to the connoisseurs of Milton.
Purnell Wilcutts has removed from Kent County to Milton, and opened a beef and meat store in the Field’s block.
Miss Elizabeth Black has been elected to represent the M. E. Sunday School at the State Sunday School Convention which convenes at Seaford, on the 18th inst.; and Mr. Arthur Jefferson will represent the M. P. School.
We have wondered why the telephone and electric light poles are sharpened at the top? And have lately learned it is to split the lightning that might attempt to strike them.
William J. Darby, of Slaughter Neck, died at the home of his daughter, Mrs. Edmunds, at 1346 S. 13th Street, Philadelphia, on Sunday, of Bright’s disease. The remains were brought to Milford on the late train of Monday, and conveyed to his home in Slaughter Neck. Funeral services were held at Slaughter Neck Church on Wednesday by the Rev. G. E. Hill, and sepulture made in the adjoining cemetery by S. J. Wilson & Son.
Dr. Leonard’s little black pup broke from his moorings last week; but the town bailiff didn’t get him. No, indeed!
[i] Robert Burns’ brilliant narrative poem Tam O‘Shanter describes a wild, almost hallucinogenic drinking bout and its effects on the protagonist Tam, in which scenes of supernatural horror with the Devil and witches appear; the question of whether these scenes are real or not, however, is left open. It is an interesting choice for describing the party in Scull Town, and one has to wonder if Conner is leaving out key pieces of information such as who was at the party, and just who were the “young ladies” of Scull Town and their “little hostess.” Is he consciously or subconsciously making a moral commentary on the affair and its participants (including himself)? In any case, this is not the usual church social. The actual lines of the poem, in Scots dialect, read:
The piper loud and louder blew;
The dancers quick and quicker flew;
They reel’d, they set, they cross’d, they cleekit,
Till ilka carlin swat and reekit,
In standard English, the lines are:
The piper loud and louder blew,
The dancers quick and quicker flew,
They reeled, they set, they crossed, they linked,
Till every witch sweated and smelled,
[ii] Viola Magee McMullin
[iii] This is an editorial or proofreading error; the firm name was Marvel & Hartman