Beginning of a dynasty
Eddie B. Blount has bought of Robert T. Hunt, all of “the right, title and interest in the oyster business owned and operated by them together under the firm name of Blunt and Hunt,” for some years. The papers have been passed and are duly recorded at the town clerk’s office in the town hall.
Fiendish fire whistle
Chief Maxwell and the present board of engineers of the fire department are determined to make the fire alarm system do its work properly, or know the reason. Two weeks ago, tomorrow, they tested it out after having it thoroughly repaired. An instrument that makes such a fiendish noise as the siren does, has no business to be delicate in construction, but such is the case, and the slide has to be carefully adjusted to produce the proper sound or any sound at all. The last time it was tested it did not work exactly as it should, and further repairs and adjustments have been made. Tomorrow morning at 11 o’clock it will be tested again. So when it blows and you hear it(if you do) don’t get scared. It will not blow for fire, frolic or fun, but for the reason tat it is not yet in order and CHief Maxwell proposes that it shall be put in order and made to do the work for which it was purchased.
Young colt bolts
Tuesday afternoon late, Frank Davis, whose home is on Child street harnessed a young colt which he owns into a light wagon and started out to train and exercise him. All went well until near the Barrington bridge. At that point, a large pile which had been placed in position to be used, and which was lying in a conspicuous way caused the young animal to take fright, without warning it jumped and bolted. Mr. Davis caught unawares by the colt’s action was thrown out and landed heavily upon the ground. The horse, finding itself without a driver, and clear of the buggy, for when the wheel struck the pile, the harness broke, started on a longer run headed for Swansea, and late that night had not been recovered. It has since been restored to its owner’s barn.
The good old game
The boys of the St. John’s base ball association are getting ready to play the good old game this season without let or hindrance. They have leased a piece of land in the eastern part of the town from Capt. E.G. Macomber and wife, which they intend to use for a diamond. The lease has a year to run. Work has already been stared on the ground to make it serviceable. It is being graded, filled and will be rolled and marked out. The land is so situated that it is much handier of access than the other out of town grounds, and it will have entrance from both Child and Market streets. It is proposed to play on these grounds both Saturdays and Sundays the same as has been the custom in other years upon the Brown lot.
New industry in town
What appeared to be quite a surprise to the majority of the people of the town, came out last Saturday, when it was announced taht a new mill was to be built in town. The new mill according to the terms of the contract must be ready to receive machinery in 60 days. It is to be built of brick, in size 60X300 feet, containing 18,000 square feet of floor surface. THe roof is angular in style like the teeth of a saw for light giving purposes. The machinery will be the latest pattern of woolen machinery, including 60 broad looms. Electricity will be the motor power. It is stated that the concern will employe from 400 to 500 hands, and as there are very few if any woolen workers in town ,this will mean an increase in the town’s population to a considerable degree. The site chosen for the location of the plant is about two blocks from the railroad station of the town and is near the foot of Wood street. It is said that the concern holds the deeds for about 80,000 square feet of land there. One real estate owner was sought out some few weeks ago and asked about his property. A very vague and misleading reason was given as a reason for wishing the land. But the onwer smelled a mouse and refused to part with his property. Not it has developed that the man was an agent of the mill concern and the owner is rejoicing that he did not sacrifice as he first was tempted to do.