Judge — October 2, 1886 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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HANNIBAL HAMLIN HOTCHKISS DEAD. NEWSPAPER ENTERPRISE. THERE ARE NO BUGS ON THIS SHEET—SUBSCRIBE FOR THE “FLAT CRICK FISHORN" NOW. ANNIBAL HAMLIN HOTCHKISS, whose picture as born at an ear 1 unpretentious manne county, this state. Jd think when startled by his ntile bazoo that the inventor of the geared straw-cutter combined horse-fork had entered upon his earthly career. His nt was in a propitious time ico had just ceded her useless. territory to the United States and France was in the throes of a peace, while England had lately saved herself from war reducing the tax on beer. Se Amid such surroundings — the youthful Hotchkiss entered upon a career which for numerous reasons we shall not enlarge upon. The foundation for a liberal attempt at education was laid at th age district school, then writhing under the active control of John mete Smith. Our tist has ca t a view of the abo: institution ¢ as it appeared when patronized by our hero, The sketch below was made at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, just as the schoolmaster came over the hill with his dinne the age of nineteen our hero was induced by an admiring popu- lace to attempt to support him- self. Hannitat Hamlin Hotehkie, larity at meals. About this time the south seceded from the union, and young Hotchkiss, who came of revolutionary an- cestors, went to Canada in search of adventure and n early gra He did not find one early enough to suit him and so he came back at the close of the war, with a new suit of clothes but the same old appetite. In the meantime his parents had died and he was thrown on his own resources, as his parents had none. It did not hurt him when he struck, About this time there was considerable talk of war between France and Germany, and Hotchkiss, with his usual disregard of danger, got married. We publish a dynamo-electro- type taken from a photo- graph left at the village picture gallery of his wife. Miss Anna Lean Dye was the youngest daughter of Nevers Hay Dye of Dutch- She was edu- eat a select school. At the time graduated a prize was offered for competition m composition. It was ried off by a young lad who lived next door, Thus we may see how close she came to wi ng it. All through these exciting scenes no one seemed The schoothouse, Mrs, Hannibal Hamlin Hotchkos. adorns this column, | in Tioga Little did the and He had attracted attention by his robust appetite and his regu-| to understand the genius lying idle in their midst, Sedan was lost and fell, Edison invented the telephone and Henry Ward Beecher becam mugwump, Still Hannibal Hamlin Hotchkiss rested in hi obseure home. Rest was his best hold. We append a picture of his home. Ve have got this picture wrong side The door is on the backside. H while communing with nature and listeni to the songs of birds and the complain f his empty stomach those thoughts were lifted Hotchkiss to fame and *% swelled his bosom with pride and the adja ent organs with healthy food, We ap- pend a picture of his studi Hotchkiss is out skirmishing for food. Let us take a look at society at this time. The oil excitement and expansion of railway sf building had Hooded the country with a ter rible scarcity of coin. Imitation of e thing English had driven the dudes to pad- ding their hats to imitate brain, Keene had just effected his corner in lard, and doughnuts had crawled up to two cents in an open mar- ket. Turkey had made overtures to England ‘and Russia had induced Bulgaria to attempt to swallow Greece. The idea was born, From crude petroleum, fish-oil and wagon grease Orange county butter might be made. From obscurity our hero had jumped to fame and fortune, It was the great- est effort of his life. He invented a cabbage leaf to cover every roll of butter so natural that Germans bought them to manufacture into kraut. In the meantime Burchard, like Wegg, had dropped into poetry and become alliterative in his language. The great vetocr was elected, Cooper had gone through the whirlpool rapids in a mackerel keg, and Cutting had gone into a Mexican port for bait. The only bill passed during a long and wearisome session of congress was the oleo- margarine bill. The president was in a hurry to go fishing and for once did not veto, In the midst of life we are in the north woods, fish- ing. Hannibal Hamlin Hotckiss found in his studio dead. He had swallowed a roll of his own butter. We show a diagram of his room, * Immediately on his death multitudes - 4 of admiring and generous people wanted {fia D somebody else to build him a monument. t be A mu \ (a) Place where he kept his um- brella. (4) Chair. (e) Where he exploded.” (d) Spittoon. ng Hie His stutio, A committee was appointed; a society was formed and a determination expressed to raise $100,000, Of this sum $3.39 is now on hand, but the society is active. William Stone Mason, a talented South’ ern sculptor, has sent in a design for the |monument. With our usual enterprise we append a picture of it. We repeat it, there are no moths burrowing in the Flat Crick Fish- horn. We are a live paper and we have embalmed in the immortal embrace of cold type these few facts about our celebrated deceased townsman, and we know who is itting up with the widow. Let that stand- ing obituary notice and plagiarist of medi- cal almanacs do its worst—we have come into this town to stay. We say again, let that old slow agony and patent inside sheet, the Bugle, do its worst. Enterprise, art, rhetoric and chaste language-jerking will Design for his momument, THE OLD PROFESSOR. They were discussing whether feather beds were healthy to sleep on when Tatty came into the argument with ‘Ma, if it isn’t healthy to | sleep between feathers what makes geeses and chickens and turkeys do it. Does Dod make ‘em ¢” THE BABY. | “Yes, we are going to Europe,” said Mrs. Puggins. ‘We sail on Saturday. The doctor says that Baby must have saltair for his health,” “Bless me!” exclaimed Mrs. Buggins, “I did not know you had a baby.” “Oh, yes; I've had him for six months now. Wedid call him Alongy 20; but he turned out such a sweet and innocent dog that we rechristagg ened him Baby.” comicbooks.com