A man who would rob a dog should be fired out of the city without benefit of clergy, and still that is what an individual did on an Oelwein business street Monday. A lady and her dog had just come from a meat market where she had purchased some bologna for her canine, and as is the custom the dog was carrying the meat in his mouth. The lady met a friend and stopped to talk. The dog became tired of holding the meat and laid it down on the walk. A man came along, picked up the meat, putting it in his pocket disappeared up the street. The lady was naturally indignant, and as she purchased another
supply of bologna remarked: "The horrid man to steal Buster's meat, he out to be thrashed." Wonder what sort of a meal the dog meat made!

A certain Hub City tonsorial artist is chuckling at the result of a few amateur, out of doors cock fights that have occurred recently in his back alley. Up to a few days ago male fowls of his neighborhood have been putting it all over his chanticleer, but now the tables are turned. A friend on leaving the city last week presented him with a game cock that is a whirl wind in a scrap. The neighbors roosters strolled over the other morning, with the purpose of doing up the new fowl as they and the old one. One at a time they mixed with the game fighter, and one by one they retired with heads and tails drooping. They were not in it at any stage of the game. And the new bird crows long and loud as boss of the back alley.

It is on a certain Hub City tailor, and is a living illustration of the need of taking a local daily it you want the times. His wife is out of town at a health resort, and he ordered the Daily Register sent to her for company, although he gets his local news in the weekly Register. Tuesday he received a letter from his wife in which she commented on a somewhat startling bit of
Oelwein news that she had read in The Daily Register, and of which he knew nothing. And when he began to talk about news that was some days old. And that his neighbors had read about, he was given the merry ha! Ha! And advised to take a local daily paper and keep up with the procession, and as he is a good fellow he probably will do so.

The local political game seems to be largely made up of knocking on the acts of those candidates who have served the city in various positions and when it comes to knocking it is probable that the Hub City has it is rumored that the infant progeny of some of the leaders of the clan reach for a hammer very early in life. With quite a bunch the song is something like this: "Knock brothers, knock early and late, but knock in the absence of the candidate." In the past ten years we do not recall that the sound of the hammers was heard on the street any louder than at present.

It may not be generally known that Oelwein has a Lime Kiln Club that was daily and evening sessions, and where checkers backgammon, political or any other old question is cussed and discussed to a frazzle, but such is the case. The club room is in the rear of Gates hardware on East Charles street where Shoemaker Jones acts as residing officer, and tells the bunch where to head in at. It is a very democratic aggregation, and when a Register man dropped in there for five minutes Friday a bank president and an old vet were trying out a trio of games of checkers. It was subsequently learned that the vet won two out of three. The municipal political situation was up for discussion, and the members of the club were evidently not a unit for either ticket. One peculiarity noticed was that while the presiding officer is a tobacco prohibitionist he pegs shoes amidst clouds of smoke manufactured by the rank and file of the gang.

We wish to express our heartfelt thanks to the kind friends and neighbors who in any way assisted us during the sickness and death of our beloved mother, for the beautiful lowers they bestowed. The kindness will always be remembered by the children and grandchildren of the late Katherine McHugh.