Taken from the pages of the Warren and Barrington Gazette this week in April 1913:
Keeper of swine
Thursday morning Manuel Rosa who lives on Vernon street was arrested by Chief Walsh on a warrant charging him with keeping a nuisance at his place. Rosa has been collecting swill without a license, and he has also been dumping it in the open with no precautions and without the protection that the law demands. The stench has been something fearful in the region of his domicile for sometime, and several complaints have been lodged with Health Officer Scott. Rosa has been a nuisance in the locality for some years. He has appeared totally impervious to any and all appeals and complaints. Hence his arrest. In the district court he was fined $5.00 and costs, about $8.90 for the liberties he has taken with the olfactory nerves of his neighbors recently, and through Mr. Peters the court interpreter the judge told Manuel that if it happened again he would have worse. The man has a most unenviable reputation for cruelty and his place in outward appearance is a disgrace to the community. It is said, that since he was forbidden to keep pigs about the yard, he has hidden them in the cellar.
Please, oil the streets
We have water or oil or both on the streets in summer to keep the dust out of our houses. How about some water or oil on the streets right off with which to keep the streets where they belong, and to prevent the sand and pulverized macadam from sifting into our homes? If there was ever a time of the year when we really were in need of something to give us comfort and cleanliness both in body and in home, it is just now. The last few days with their high winds have demonstrated the fact very forcibly. Pedestrians have gone along the streets shrouded at times in clouds of dust and dirt as the winds swirled up the streets. Housewives have gone about their homes with mops, brushes and dust rags in their hands discouraged at their futile attacks upon the ancient enemy — dirt. As fast as they swept and wiped it had to be swept and wiped again. The oil that was put on the highways last year has vanished and likewise, the effect of the last rain we had. How about it? People would rise up and bless the town fathers if they will take some steps to allay this scourge of dust that comes with the Spring winds.
An honest man
Two weeks ago this Monday coming will be recalled as a day of high winds which lasted well on into the night. It blew furiously from the south and west up from the water; and everything went swirling and tossing and tumbling in its path. During the evening Mrs. Claude L. Bradley, while on a shopping tour lost on Main street, between the Warren Dry Goods store and C.H. Spark’s hardware store, a ten dollar bill. Search was, of course, made immediately; but owing to the dark and the wind, proved futile. All hope of ever seeing that bill was lost and Mrs. Bradley returned home sorrowing over her loss and fully believing that someone was richer by ten dollars that the winds had given them. On Wednesday morning, two days later, Cornelius Murphy came over from Fall River on his tea wagon, to peddle his wares. He turned down Arlington avenue, in the East Warren section; and, as he was about to leave his wagon to enter a house on that street, he saw in the gutter a piece of green paper fluttering in the gentle breeze. The color was familiar. Stooping he was amazed to find that he had a ten dollar bill. He looked about. There was no one in sight. Now said Mr. Murphy is an honest man. Diogenes, were he living today, would probably award him the honor. Most of us would have no doubt made some inquiry about an owner; but to find money like that, it would appear to be a gift of the gods. However Mr. Murphy advertised in the daily paper, inserting the usual notice about proving property etc., and waited for results. They came. Mrs. Bradley saw the “ad” — and communicated. Mr. Murphy called. Most certainly he did not hand the money over without question; but it was undoubtedly the same bill. Mrs. Bradley could without hesitation describe it. Of the “Buffalo” kind, with certain ear marks, of the same denomination. Like the woman of old, Mrs. Bradley rejoiced inasmuch as “she had found the piece she had lost.” The trick of the winds had swept that bill from Main street, out Child onto Arlington avenue, before it was found. No doubt a hundred passing feet had trod upon it; a hundred passing eyes had never glimpsed its peculiar shade of green. With leaves and papers and dust, it had turned and twisted, risen and fallen until it forced itself upon Mr. Murphy’s attention.
Monday night James Brady who lives in the East Warren section came home rather the worse for liquor and started in to mix things up with his son. In the course of the row he pulled a razor. Things began to look serious. The son grappled with his father in an attempt to take the weapon before damage could be done. There was a sharp tussle and in the course of it the son had a cut across his forehead and James had both arteries in the left wrist severed. The room looked like a slaughter pen for there was blood on everything about. The affair happened late in the evening, just about as Edward the son who works nights had gotten up to get ready for his usual labors. Brady senior was weak from the loss of blood and Edward was suffering from the blow he received as well as from his exertions. Unless something unforeseen takes place both men will be on deck in a few days.