November 9, 1906

Milton is noted for its pretty women and virtuous girls. But we must admit with shame, there is a growing disposition on the part of some to parade themselves in a manner that sets modesty at mock. They dress well and are attractive, and their parents are, in part, to blame for their behavior. They will parade the streets during the day, always stopping at a house, and with those of their own affinity, and at night are also around. There is one particularly beautiful girl who would be the equal of Anna Bolyn[i], were she under proper control. “O, is this so?” you ask. “Yes, and pity ‘tis so.”[ii]

Edna, the six year old daughter of “Clate” Hastings, on Sunday morning accidentally ran a stick in one of her nostrils, inflicting a painful wound. Dr. B. T. Wilson rendered medical aid.

Extra meetings began at Zion M. E. Church on Sunday evenings. The Rev. R. T. Coursey in charge.

Mrs. Virgie Mason is convalescing from a recent attack of severe illness.

On Saturday evening the Rev. R. T. Coursey addressed a large crowd of people on the subject of “bribery,” and “prohibition.” The speaker stood on the porch of C. S. Conner’s dwelling, opposite the post office, and lammed both Democrats and Republicans from away back, or in other words, from the “burning bush.” Mr. Coursey can hold an audience, and while his address may not have met with the approval of many in the audience, he was listened to with marked attention.

Miss Lillian Cade returned on Saturday after attending the National W. C. T. U. Convention in Boston last week.

W. W. Crouch, editor and proprietor of the Milton Times, has purchased from the Milford Chronicle office a press. This has become necessary on account of increased business.

On the day before election, William Warren dumped part of a load of fodder in front of the “big store.” This was not done to advance the sales in “cut prices.” Mr. Warren only wanted to relieve the monotony then on the street, and he did it.

Miss Laura Conner cut the forefinger of her left hand quite severely on Saturday while trying to dissect a ham bone.

W. W. Conwell, cashier of the National Bank, has moved from his former residence—the property of Capt. John Fisher, on Federal Street, into that recently purchased from Capt. Chas. Megee, of Philadelphia, Pa. on the same street.

The simmering of the political pot is producing its legitimate fruit. On Monday, an altercation took place between a whilom[iii] Democrat, and one whom is as true to his party as the magnet is to the pole. Both of these men are members of the official Board of the M. E. Church. This strife should not be engendered in this little town. But who is to blame for it?

Conwell & Co. shipped via steamer Marie Thomas on Monday, a large quantity of sweet potatoes, bought around and near Harbeson.

Burton Carey, an aged veteran of the Civil War, is quite ill.

Joseph Walls has the frame of his dwelling on Union Street raised.

P. J. Hart has “Old Glory” flying from his pole. “Pete” says if defeated he’ll not haul down his flag in face of the enemy. Good generalship, truly.

The election of Tuesday passed very quietly. There was no disturbance of any kind. Perfect love and brotherly feeling prevailed. There were 590 votes cast, 13 short of the registration. There is supposed to be an average of 25 majority for the Republican candidates in this hundred. There were 43 votes cast for prohibition.

Addendum: Without intention of doing an injustice to Rev. B. J. Savage, of Lewes, we published an item last week, which stated that he had been “excommunicated from the Baptist Church.” This was on error on the part of our informant, and does the Rev. Savage an injustice, as the whole statement was an error in this particular.


[i] Anne Boleyn, second wife of Henry VIII of England

[ii] The source of this phrase is intriguing; it would not have been language that was in ordinary daily use by Milton people. One possible source is a poem by J. Q. A. Wood published in Arthur’s Home Magazine in 1869, titled Pity ‘tis ‘tis so (Timothy Shay Arthur, editor). This entire paragraph is very much about David A. Conner reflecting some of his very Victorian attitude concerning women, basically implying the need to control (perhaps suppress) female beauty and sexuality, or perhaps expressing his own discomfort with youthful feminine beauty.

[iii] Former