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Good words for Col. Sprague

• Mar 13, 2017 at 8:00 PM

March 13, 1901 

The top stories in The Daily Reflector on this date 116 years ago:

 

Good words for Col. Sprague

We copy the following from the Music Trade Review, one of the most critical of the large New York music papers. Every new musical publication is unmercifully criticized and no favors are shown. Every piece of music that comes under their notice gets just what is its due. Col. Sprague seems to have got there all right and his “Dear Ohio Home” is taking the place where of right it belongs, “among the songs that never die.”

Col. Jas. H. Sprague, of Norwalk, O., well known and clever writer as well as a man of some eminence in the mercantile world, is the author of a pretty song which has just reached our desk entitled “My Dear Ohio Home.”

The words refer to the story of a young solider wounded and dying in the Philippines with a mirage of his home on the banks of old Lake Erie, and are pathetic without being ultra sentimental. They are wedded to a very pleasing melody, simply but effectively arranged. The song will undoubtedly win a big army of admirers when sung publicly. In fact, we understand President McKinley has written the colonel a warm letter of appreciation and thanks for writing this song. 

Colonel Sprague is to be congratulated on his latest effort. It is a credit to his ability as a writer, not only of clever words but of a melody which is memory-haunting. “My Dear Ohio Home” is published by the author at Norwalk, O.

 

Ours the only good water

Cleveland is supplied with water from Lake Erie and Tuesday the water was so dirty, nasty and filthy from scum carried out by the river that the papers advised people not to drink it unless the water was first boiled.

Toledo is supplied with Maumee River water, and of this choice detection the Blade speaks as follows Tuesday evening:

“The water works department should arrange to supply consumers by the pound. Ice tongs are needed, as the water is too dense for a pitchfork.”

And similar groans and kicks fill the air from towns and cities all over Northern Ohio.

Meanwhile, Norwalk is supplied with choice, clear water all the time, cool and refreshing to the palate and harmless to the most delicate stomach. Laning’s Lake furnishes us an abundant supply of quality above criticism.

If you want good, healthful water to drink, and a supply sufficient for all needs for manufacturing, there is no place in Ohio like Norwalk to meet the requirements.

  

Death of Frank Hill

Death has reaped a rich harvest among Norwalk people within the past year and not a day passes but one or more of our people succumb to the inevitable.

This morning Mrs. Helen Hill, widow of the late Horace Hill, whose home is on East Monroe Street, received the sad news of the death of her son, Frank, who died at Kansas City Tuesday night. The taking away of this young man comes as a crushing blow to this widowed mother as he was one of her main supports. Another son, Charlie, lives with her at her home on Monroe Street.

Frank was an expert telegrapher and was employed by a firm of brokers in Kansas City. He was well known in Norwalk as a railroad operator. He was recognized as one of the most expert telegraphers in the United States. He was a bright young man and had many friends who will mourn his death.

 

It was made to last

The familiar whistle on the Geo. S. Stewart Co.’s factory (The old Lake Shore shops) sounds very natural to the citizens of Norwalk, for it has sounded regularly morning, noon and night since 1854. 

The identical whistle was made that year by George Watrous, the veteran railroad employee who spent all his working days in the railroad shops. He is still living and enjoys reminiscences of the old times. 

The castings for the whistle were made in N.S.C. Perkin’s shop (Now the Laning Prinitng Co. factory) and Mr. Watrous put it together and finished it in the brass foundry of his father, Daniel Watrous, then situated near W.W. Williams’ residence, Bank Street.

The whistle was made to last for centuries and sounds as clear today as when its sounds first pierced the circumambient atmosphere a half a century ago.

 

Coming Tuesday — March 14, 1901: Democrats nominate ward officers and elect convention delegates

— Compiled by Andy Prutsok

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