* Wonder is that the temperance organizations don’t shut down on base ball when the bases often get full right in the middle of the game.
* There should be plenty of nuts this year, and a few sharp frosts will decide the question of whether the boys or the squirrels are to have them.
* A chimney fire in the building occupied by Higgins’ tailor shop made some excitement locally Saturday. A young man and a pail of water fixed the matter up without the aid of the fire department.
* The thick screen of ivy on the town hall shelters hundreds of sparrows every night, and at about sunset their shrill piping can be heard for a long distance either way. It is better than no shelter, but it is liable to get even more cheerless later in the season. But the little rascals don’t seem to mind it.
* The world famous Warren river oysters are now going to market in large quantities, and the growers ought to find some satisfaction in the thoughts of the happiness they are bringing – or sending – to so many thousands of people. of course there may be some financial returns also besides the joy of doing good.
* At C.H. Sparks’ store there seems to be a good demand for the sworn enemies of idleness, saw bucks and buck saws. There are other ways of working besides operating a bucksaw, but there doesn’t seem to be any occupation that brings the original edict concerning “earning your bread by the sweat of your brow” quite so forcibly to mind as pushi a saw through a hard and wet log of firewood.
* The absence or near absence of drunkenness, and particularly of Sunday carousing has been very noticeable within the past month or so, especially within half a mile of former wet centers. Is there any connection between this fact and another correlative fact? Or is it merely an unrelated coincidence? Anyway, let our dear old town of Warren congratulate itself.