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Sunday, May 18, 2008

Some Notable Buttons

1895

Button collecting would seem to be a childish taste, but there is one collection of this sort which justifies its existence.

Many years ago a lady in Portland began the collection of buttons on a wager. At the end of the year the bet was won by her attaining a string of 999, no two of which were duplicates. From this beginning she continued the collection of such as had historical value. At the present time her button museum contains no less than 20,000 specimens.

Among them is a large button worn by a soldier in the Revolutionary war and a number that saw service in the war of 1812, in the Crimean war and in various sanguinary engagements not only on this continent but in Europe and Asia. One is notable as having been worn by one of Napoleon's guard on the retreat from Moscow, and several figured among the three branches of the Confederate service. Here are seen bas-reliefs of the palmetto of South Carolina and the motto "Sic Semper Tyrannis" of Virginia. — Lewiston Journal.

Monday, April 30, 2007

Likes Jail So Much, Now a Career in Law Enforcement

New Jersey, 1917

LIKES JAIL SO MUCH HE'S GOING TO STAY

Hackensack, N. J. — Ten months ago George Wilkins of Englewood started a term in the Bergen county jail for embezzlement of funds from the Englewood Golf club.

During the ten months George has achieved things, to wit: Won admiration by songs, helped tabulate election votes, conducted Christmas reception, captivated reformers by his "sweet manners." Widespread was George's fame and plots were hatched to wean him away from Sheriff Caurter, but George liked his surroundings so much he refused to leave. And now that his term is up he is going to remain where he is — as the sheriff's confidential clerk.

—New Oxford Item, New Oxford, PA, Aug. 23, 1917.


Making 'Em Bite.

A street car passenger stooped to pick up something from the floor.
"Who has lost a dime?" he asked.
At once half a dozen passengers began fumbling in their pockets, until one of them held out his hand and declared that he had dropped the coin.
"Does it bear the date — 1860?" inquired the finder.
"Yes, certainly."
"Is one side rather worn?"
"Just so."
"Here you are, then," said the finder and handed him a trousers button."


In the Rear.

Stella—Was Jack wounded at the front, then?
Maud—No; he came home on leave and sat on a wasp's nest.