Iowa Old Press
The
Death of Silas Tolman
Silas
Tolman, Esq., died at his residence at Summit Station yesterday afternoon at 2
o’clock. Some two or three months ago he was prostrated upon a bed of
sickness, and for several weeks his life was despaired of. His complaint,
however, took a turn and he gradually grew better until he got able to be about,
and he ventured to go to the Fair at Keosauqua. Upon his return he took a
relapse, and was again prostrated upon his bed, and on yesterday afternoon, he
died.
Mr. Tolman was one of the oldest settlers of the
county, and was for several years justice of the peace in Van Buren township and
for some time Steward of the
Two
of our fellow soldiers of Company G, 3rd Iowa Cavalry have been
nominated by the Republican party of Van Buren county. John W. Shane, for
Sheriff and F.M. Miller for Supt. of Public Schools. Mr. Shane is a veteran of
the 3rd. He was a good soldier, and they don’t make any better men,
and considering our “hard tack” association with him, we want to see him
elected. Mr. Miller was one of our “boy” soldiers, and since his return from
the army he has educated himself, and by dint of hard labor, perseverance and
mental and moral worth has won the position, and that too over so good a man as
the Rev. Ross. Francis we wish all our old “boys” abundant success, and know
you deserve it.
Dr. Sam Whitten,
Surgeon of the same old regiment, was nominated for the House of
Representatives. Doc, your election is sure, you don’t need our good wishes,
but we assure you you have them. These are just the men we would like to support
and hope may be elected outside of all party, and for personal reasons.—Red
Oak Record.
While
getting on the train at the State Fair grounds on the 14th inst., Mr.
C.C. Risk, of
For
a present of an excellent 16 pound cheese, just one month old, Mr. J.N. Shaw, of
the Dairy, will please accept our gratitude. The Birmingham Dairy is one of the
big institutions of
We
did not get back our big apple, and it is not likely we will, but Mr. Pitkin
handed us one just as large, which he picked from a tree in the Poor Farm
Orchard. It weighs 22 ounces.
As
will be seen by a notice elsewhere, Prof. Potter has gone east. We learn that
before leaving, he made one of
The
hotel building at the