News: The Clark Republican and Press 6-13-1895

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----Source: The Clark Republican and Press Date: 6-13-1895

J. W. Hommell and wife went to Greenwood last week to attend the funeral of Mr. Hommell’’s stepfather, Moses Babb.

Friday morning Dr. Berry went to Merrilan to meet his little son, who has been living in the South, and came from Chicago that morning.

Ernest Fuller arrived in this city from Duluth Friday for a visit with his father and brother. Ernest is mail clerk on the Duluth south Shore line to Ashland.

Sherrif Sheldon took Mrs. Demmer, a county charge from the town of Levis, to the insane asylum at Mendota on Monday. The sheriff was accompanied by his wife.

A fishing party, consisting of I. A. Batch and wife, H. J. Richard and wife, John Servaty and wife, Scott Baldwin and wife, Hallie Kemmery and others, went to Arnold’s creek, near Hatfield, early Sunday morning. On their return home a heavy rain storm drenched them thoroughly and thus dampened the pleasure of their trip.

An exchange says that the much talked of bloomer bicycle dress is simply a pair of trousers, very baggy at the knee, abnormally full about the pistol pokier and considerably loose where you strike a match. The garment is cut décolleté at the south end, and the bottoms are tied around the knees to keep the mice out. You can’t put it over your head as you would a skirt, but you sit on the floor and pull it on just as you do your stocking, one foot in each compartment. You can tell which is the right side to have in front by the bottoms on the neck bands.

ALL THEY HAD ON A WHEELBARROW: A very queer moving outfit passed east of here last week, stopping over night at Peter Allman’s farm. It consisted of a wheelbarrow, on which was loaded the worldly effects of a father, mother and two small children. They had traveled in this manner from a place near Milwaukee and were on their way to Marathon City. The mother and father in turn pushed the wheelbarrow, and the children, who were quite small, walked and roade also in turn. We were unable to learn the name of this family who without doubt have been weeks making the journey in a land with railroad to sell. (Marshfield Times)

DIDN’T KNOW WHERE HE WAS: William Zassenhaus, register of deeds of Clark county, called Saturday while on his way home to Neillsville from attending the funeral of a friend which occurred at Sheboygan the day previous. In order to get some rest, haying lost two nights’ sleep, he engaged a Central sleeper at Fon Du Lac, and for fear he would oversleep himself, gave the porter a quarter to call him at Marshfield. He did not remove his clothes and was soon asleep at a rate faster the the train was going. Unconscious of all surroundings and enjoying a hearty repose, Marshfield was reached and the dusky porter, true to his engagement, attempted to wake him. He pulled and tugged, first at his legs then his arms and finally his nose, but there was no waking. There was no time to spare as the train had already whistled for Marshfield. Something had to be done. He had strict orders to wake him at all hazards, so grabbing him by the feet, he pulled him to the edge of the bunk and let him fall to the floor. The register weighs close onto 260 pounds, good solid German meat and when he struck, which was in a sitting position, the sudden jar shook his eyelids apart and before he could get them together again the porter commenced dragging him toward the door. "I was dazed and didn’t know where I was at," said Zassenhaus, and when I looked up into that dusky face I thought the devil had me, but what he wanted with a Neillsville man was more than I could understand. By the time the train came to a stop I had collected m senses and was no longer suspicious of the porter who said as I stepped to the platform "say white man, if you sleep like dat all the time, you won’t hear Gabriel when he blows de trumpet". (Marshfield Times)