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100 Years Ago

Life in Viroqua from the Vernon County Censor:


JAN. 14, 1920

Fair and warmer – Saturday and Sunday.

Attend the big January clearance sale at Felix’ and save money.

Sterling has the honor of the largest single tax payer in a township in the county, or would be had he survived, the late Dr. Christenson, whose estate will pay $1,279.94.

An incipid [sic] and short-lived strike was inaugurated at the Bekkedal warehouse in this city, last Wednesday, result of a misunderstanding regarding pay for sizing. Management state that practically all of the desirable help has returned to their positions, and things are moving on as usual.

Mrs. Virgil Grubb is now employed as a saleslady at Towner’s store.

You can purchase a new winter coat for $12.75, sizes 43 to 51. Suttle & Tate.

While driving to this city from West Prairie, on a late day, Sam Erickson and son killed a wolf in Sidie hollow. Poor Raynor was handicapped by having a trap hung to him and the Ericksons had no trouble to overtake and slay him in the road.

BUD – January 4 – Christmas fools were seen out nearly every night... Students of Bud vicinity have returned to Viroqua to resume school work, after two week vacation... small pox seems to be spreading... Gather your nerve young ladies and take advantage of leap year, as this is 1920.

ROUND PRAIRIE, January 12 – Well, we are much like the rest of the county in having cold weather and fine sleighing.

Will Norris’ new hog house looms up like a bright spot on the moon, and he’s proud of the sty and the fine line of Poland Chinas he breeds.


JAN. 7, 1920

We have a dry nation today.

Under a new law passed by the last legislature all real estate agents in Wisconsin will do business under favor of a state license.

Jeweler J.W. Lucas now sports the real accurate time, having purchased a ship chronometer, mounted on a swivel – a fine piece of workmanship that cost $150 and is the most current type of instrument in the timepiece line.

The glorious leapyear, 1920, was born in a refrigerator, it would seem. The New Year was ushered in Thursday with twelve degrees low in the thermometer tube, and mind you, it has to this writing, scarcely been above zero for an hour at a time, standing at five to eight below throughout the days and colder nights. We see no possible reason for this, except that the first month of this new year is attempting to out-rival in severity the last month of the deceased year.

The change in name at the head of the editorial column of the Censor, today, tells the brief story of transfer of interest in the thing that is almost as dear as life itself, to the undersigned... To cast aside the working tools of a life occupation... is done with a reluctance that brings pangs of bitter sadness... I have loved my calling and cherished the friendships... during the past thirty-five years... To avoid possible recurrence of a physical disorder that came to me a year since, because of overwork... The true reason for my retirement at this time... My successor in the work [is] Mr. Goldsmith. Good bye, but not farewell. OLIVER G. MUNSON.

Talk freely to the census enumerator when he calls on you.


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