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Good Old Days
According to the Pittston Gazette, baled hay is selling for $13.50 and loose for $13. There is but little loose hay offered.
Myron Sturdevant, a well-known farmer on Golden Hill, after a painful illness, died at his home on Wednesday last in the 65th year of his age. He had for many years been an active worker in the Baptist Church in Laceyville. His funeral conducted by Rev. David Croft was held at his late residence. He was the father of Doctor Sturdevant of Laceyville and Mrs. Dan Holland of Sugar Hill.
We have just been shown White's psychological mannequin, which has at considerable expense, been procured by the school board for the use of our borough school. It will be a rare opportunity for all those who study physiology to avail themselves of its advantages, which indeed are very superior. This piece of apparatus is heartily endorsed by the leading educators, as being one of the best means for facilitating this very useful study.
A Narrow Escape—Thursday forenoon veterinary surgeon, Ned Allis stepped into a blacksmith shop in Towanda to give order or oversee the making of some surgical instruments. While there, a carload with coal was being run into the State Line and Sullivan coal yard by the switch of an engine. The car was given a start to make it run up a slight grade, with a brakeman at the brake to stop the car where it was to be unloaded. For some reason the brake failed to work allowing the car to go full force against the blacksmith shop, which stood at the end of the track, smashing the building and throwing parts of it into Park Street. Every means possible was taken to rescue the four helpless men—the blacksmith, two helpers and Mr. Allis—after raising the timber they were able to crawl out from under the mass of coal and debris that had pinioned them fast. Three of them escaped but with slight injuries as far as can be learned. Mr. Allis came home on No. 9 accompanied by Officer Burns. The internal injuries he received cannot be stated at this writing. He is now lying in a serious condition at the residence of his brother, I.M. Allis on north Main Street.
All that saved the four from instant death, were the timbers lodging on a forge that stood in the center of the shop.