Interesting News Notes, Summer 1890

The Falmouth Guide on the tobacco crop: The late rains have brightened the prospects for a tobacco crop a little, but not enough to make more than a half crop. In traveling through Pendleton and Grant Counties, we noticed a great irregularity in the "weed." A few farmers had a bright outlook, while others will make a complete failure. Corn, however, is improved and will make a little more than half a crop, should the season continue favorably.

The Pineville Messenger, thus, indicates the possibility of a 45th star on the national flag: That is a great scheme, which my friend, J. B. Fish, has on hand, when he is elected to Congress from this district. He intends, so I understand, to make another state out of slices of Kentucky, Virginia, Tennessee, and North Carolina. It is an idea, as bold as it is original, and is one worthy to have originated from the most fertile brain of the greatest statesman. I always thought that friend Fish was born to make his mark in this world, and now I am satisfied that he has a great future before him. Pineville is entirely too small a place for him. His home is in Washington.

The Winchester Democrat, thus, relates the misfortunes, which, within a short period, have swept almost an entire family from existence: Troubles seldom come singly, but they rarely come so thick and fast as those of Jefferson Johnson, who lives near the mouth of Upper Howard's Creek. He is a poor man, dependent upon his daily labor for support. Some months ago, he accidentally shot himself through the arm with a shotgun, tearing away a portion of the bone and permanently disabling it. About two months ago, Willie, his oldest son, aged about 19 years, sickened and died; in about two weeks his eldest daughter, Maggie, a few years younger, died also; and a short time ago, Jimmie, his next son, died.Wednesday, his wife died; his only remaining child is very ill and is probably dead by this time. Mr. Johnson, himself, is also ill. Typhoid fever is the cause.

The following idea of a picnic, as reported by the Louisville Post, will strike a responsive chord throughout the state: A big picnic wagon, drawn by four horses, was noticed coming down through the eastern part of the city last night, about nine o'clock. It was occupied by about 15 couples of lads and lassies, who were evidently returning from a picnic. But the picnic itself was still in full blast. Each lad and lass in the vehicle was hugging and being hugged, and the glare of the street lights had no effect on the business, which went right on. The kissing was long and loud, and the driver seemed to be under special instructions to go slow and give them plenty of time. It was certainly the happiest party, judging from appearance that has been discovered in Louisville in a long time.

The Paducah News, thus, relates how a cow in Paducah waters her milk before the dairyman gets a chance at it: Someone residing in the northern end of Paducah has an exceedingly smart cow. A young lady of Trimble Street, who is substantiated by the entire family, tells of a cow, which four times last week, visited the premises of her mother and turned on the water hydrant to secure a drink. She says the cow, one day, found the gate open and came in, and by rubbing her shoulder against the hydrant, turned on the water and drank the liquid as it flowed out. Subsequently, she repeated the feat, on finding the gate open. At another time, the gate was opened for her, and the entire family watched her actions, since which time she has been fastened out. This is the smartest member of the town cow family the News has yet heard from.

The following singular funeral service is reported by the Jackson Hustler: Rev. Stephen Carpenter, a Baptist preacher of Breathitt County, reports an unusual burial service conducted by himself, at the grave of Julia Davis, on Quicksand Creek; the 15th inst. She sent for him a few days before her death and requested him to hold services at her grave; and as a part of that service, she requested that, while an appropriate song was sung, a man should walk seven times round her grave and blow a trumpet as he walked. Her wish was respected, and Bro. Carpenter represents the scene as one of the most solemn and impressive that he had ever witnessed. The audience was as silent as death and seemed to feel something of the awful realities of the last day.

Don't worry about ingratitude. It is so common that most people have grown accustomed to it. The Carlisle Mercury has been having some experience in that line and says: We gave the Prohibitionists a free column to run their campaign matter in, announced all their meetings and public speakings free, threw a half dollar in to help pay Bro. Brooks make the campaign, and when they had a dollar or two to spend for tickets, they sent it elsewhere.