125 years ago in The Hardwick Gazette. July 11, 1901
Baseball
Barton and Hardwick baseball nines are going to cross bats and see who’s “best man” Saturday afternoon of this week. Each team has won one game, so this game will be the struggle for honors. Game will be played at Prospect Park, beginning at 2:30.
Admission to grounds is 25 cents; ladies free. Dr. George will umpire the game, and that is a guarantee that both sides will get fair treatment. Be sure to arrange to see this game. It is to be a dandy.
The Fly Cop
A few days since Chas C. Stewart, one of Hardwick’s knights of the billie, was up against the real thing in youthful prococity [sic]. Charley Young, aged six. and one of the largest small bits of unterrified American youth to be found anywhere, was obtaining much pleasure from snapping a toy pistol in the face of every passerby he could get at. Charles, the first, said to Charles, the second, “My boy you musn’t snap your pistol in people’s faces.” Charles, the second, then poked his gun up into big Charles’ face and pulled the trigger.
The fly cop picked up the small bundle of humanity and tucking him under one arm, remarked in an awe inspiring tone, *Charley, I shall have to take you up to jail.’ Young Charley never let a whimper escape him, but hung limply under the cop’s arm. After carrying the youngster some distance the policeman thought he had him sufficiently frightened and put him down on terra firma again, saying, “I won’t take you to jail this time if you’ll promise to be a good boy.” “Ye,.” said Carley [sic]; then turning around and holding out one hand in which he held a bunch of keys and a pocket knife, he asked: “Say, mister, don’t you want your knife and keys?” For once the policeman was knocked out. The time the cop had spent “scaring” the boy, the boy had spent picking the cop’s pocket.
