1916 — 100 years ago

Rough, rude old Father Winter got his desserts last week when he suffered a very sudden dislocation of several vertebrae. The old gentleman breathed one last frigid sigh and quietly succumbed. Whether or not he will “come to” again during the present season remains to be seen, but he has few well-wishers here at the present time. There are too many fresh recollections of busted water pipes and the resultant domestic tribulation, diminished woodpiles, colds and la grippe.