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december 17, 1880

People are preparing for Christmas.

The Democrats are at their old tricks again. After stubbornly opposing, for four years, any Electoral legislation, lest they might unwittingly jeopardize the victory which they were confident of winning in 1880, they are now trying to rush through a partisan bill, in the hope of throwing the election of the next President into the House, which they now control. It won’t work. Garfield has been elected and he will be seated, or fur will fly.

The children’s Christmas entertainment will be held in the Presbyterian church, and the little ones can hardly wait till the time comes.

Myers & Co. furnish oysters cooked or in the can. Also knick-knacks and tobaccos. Go and see them at their new store, next door west of Post office.

James Hinchcliff, the boss bricklayer on the Methodist church job, and also on Dan Lindsay’s residence, the first two and the only two brick buildings in the county, has proved himself master of the trowel trade. Jim is not only a good mechanic, but also a clever fellow.

Need we once more remind marriageable maids that this is Leap Year, what there is left of it, and that if they want to wed it is high time they were saying so, while they have the privilege. Faint heart never won fair gentleman. There are lots of splendid young men, and some nice old bachelors right here in this metropolis, who are just waiting for you to propound that momentous question.

Dr. Davis and Mr. Buford are off southwest on a sure enough wild goose chase, this week. They’ll kill lots of geese, too—if they have to buy ‘em alive from trappers, and knock the fowls brains out with a club. They are not the kind of sportsmen to come home without any game. No siree.

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