Napoleon.— While two boys were playing, Arthur, son of Mr. and Mrs. John Peterson, was shot through the wrist when a small revolver in the hands of his younger brother, Harry, discharged accidentally. The wound is not regarded as serious.
Turtle Mountain Star, 12/1/1921
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Much has been written about the dangers of carbon monoxide gas and its quick killing power, but the town of Reeder found out that it can't be trusted to kill a skunk. A young trapper located a den of skunks and decided to take no chances, but to kill them mercifully without the danger to himself of first being overpowered by the animals' own unique method of defense. He backed his car over the den and ran the fumes from his exhaust pipe into the skunks' abode. When everything was quiet, he dug out nine skunks and started for town to collect on the skins. They were sold to a local dealer and dumped out of the sack. The sorrowful note to the story is that three of the animals were still very much alive and disported themselves about the room until their careers were ended in a hand-to-tail battle. A northwest wind bore the story of the battle over the town, making the postoffice and the cream station untenable for the rest of the day.
Ralph Bachman, "Prairie Paragraphs", The Billings County Pioneer, 12/19/1940
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Man of Mystery Dies
Fargo, ND March 9 — The death here of Patrick Kiley is attracting considerable attention. He as a man of considerable wealth and, although he resided here for many years, absolutely nothing is known of his early life. He allowed none to enter his room, even up to a few hours before his death, but lived for several days on stimulants. This is believed to have been the direct cause of his death.
Eau Claire Leader, 3-10-1906
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E.I. Goodkind, the wide-awake whole-sale liquor dealer, has placed the following letters above his door:
By Order of the Prohibitionists
I Will Sell My Stock of Wines, Liquors
and Cigars
Before July 1st 1890
At Greatly Reduced Prices.
This is No Selling Out Fake. Wish It Was.
There is a sweetly solemn pathos in those last three words that must touch the heart of the most frigid prohibitionist.
Bismarck Daily Tribune, 1/5/1890
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Dumping Ground For Insane
Jamestown — An insane man was found wandering about at Spiritwood last week. He is a stranger in the county and is badly demented, knowing little about his own condition, being unable to furnish the authorities any information as to his former residence. He gives his name as Charley Swanson and says he has been mining in several places. He will eat nothing but bread and drink nothing but water. This is another case of insane persons being found near Spiritwood. It appears that they are shipped in from some other locality and dropped off there to be picked up by the county authorities. The sanity board will consider the case and endeavor to learn the nam's legal residence.
Turtle Mountian Star, 12/1/1910
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First Grade
Dear Mother Goose:
What does "imagination" mean? The teacher says I've got it. Say! If it isn't some kind of sickness. I hope it is worth some money. I'd sell it and buy a real dog and a monkey.
The other day we told our dreams. The teacher said mine was the best. Did you ever have a dream like this? "I was riding on the roof of a house holding onto the chimney. I fell down the chimney and landed onto a man's cigarette. He gave a big puff and I blew up to a star. The star fell and I dropped on a door. The door banged and I was left outside." The teacher says we are mostly on the outside in our dreams, so this must have been a good one.
Please let me know what imagination is.
Your friend,
Richard Curry
P.S. How old is Santa Claus?
—RC
Turtle Mountain Star, "Mirror Broadcasts - Rolla Public School", 12/15/1932
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