Hear ye! hear ye!, pp. 163-164
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Affidavit (Complaint) for Criminal Warrant State of Wisconsin ss Marathon County The State of Wisconsin against John Brill John G. Wesley, being duly sworn, says that on the 26th day of May, in the year 1914, the Town of McMillan, in said county, John Brill did unlawfully and willfully while driving two horses attached to a lumber wagon, on the highway known as the Rozellville road, the said John Brill was over- taken by one John G. Wesley, who was driving an automobile on the said highway, and the said John Brill, did neglect and refuse to turn his team from the center of the road so that the automobile could pass, although there was ample room for the said John Brill to turn out and permit the automobile to pass; thereby forcing the said John G. Wesley to drive his automo- bile into the ditch, in order to pass the team and wagon driven by the said John Brill. I Remember... Sargent Saloon Incident From Saw-Dust by Len Sargent Len Sargent's father, Len Sargent, Sr., had a hotel and saloon at Stratford during the late 1800's. He tells the follow- ing story about an incident that occurred. "Dad had to go to Marshfield on business, an all day trip with a good team of horses. He left Frank Pagel, a young man, in charge of the saloon. Frank did not know that it was illegal to sell liquor to Indians. The log drive had just finished and the Indians came to town to shop. They went in our saloon and Frank did a landlord business. When the six o'clock whistle blew and our regular customers came in from work in the mill, they took one look and kept right on going to the next place. The place was full of Indians, shooting pool, throwing dice, dancing and raising hell. "'When Dad came in, he got rid of them in short order. Several Indian ponies, loaded down with provisions, were tied out in front of the place. Dad simply untied the ponies and chased them down the street. He then opened the door and hollered that the ponies had gotten away. The ponies were running down the street, with canned goods, etc. flying everywhere, and the Indians after them. Dad locked the doors and put out the lights, and none too soon, because soon the boys were back trying to get in. Logging Accident Tony Schuster, who worked in both the Stratford and later the Laona store, had his own favorite story concerning coffins. Once a lumberjack was killed while logging near Stratford one Saturday. The "walking boss" offered to take the corpse back to town in his sleigh. The weather was forty below zero and enroute the body froze into a sitting position. Upon arrival in Stratford the "walking boss' could not find the doctor. Anxious to be rid of his burden, he secretly climbed the store's back stairs and placed the body in its upright sitting position into a store loft coffin. The unsuspecting watchman on his later rounds let out a frightened yell which stirred the village. (From A Century with Connor Timber) For The Fun of It By Lil Kroeplin I'm sure few people remember the fourth of July picnic celebrations put on by the Herman Klemme family way back in the late 1800's and early 1900's. The few who do will enjoy them all over again when they read this. I was born in 1904, so I was a bit young to remember much of them. I have heard the family telling about the fun times they were, even though it took days to prepare for them. There were the busy days before the celebration when cakes had to be baked and frosted, sandwiches to be prepared for, ice cream to be cooked with real cream and all the other goodies needed for it before freezing. Believe me, the freezing part was the hard part because they were five gallon freezers and were really hard to turn. I'm sure it took more than one man to do thejob. Then of course, the picnic grounds had to be prepared for use. The big day started out with a big bang made with dynamite set off by my father to awaken the villagers as well as the family to prepare for the day. The food as well as other things had to be taken to the picnic area which took place on the 80 acre farm my father had at the north east end of the village now owned by Paul Oertel. It was a large area with a pavilion for dancing, a beer stand and sports area.
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