…because the museum’s air-conditioning is broken, and by the end of the day today, it was 90 degrees on the third floor. Normally, I’m only down in the basement, but I was putting up a new exhibit on the first floor towards the end of the day. And by that point, it was even getting hot in the basement, to say nothing of the first floor. I shudder to think about what it’ll be like tomorrow when it’s supposed to be much hotter out!
Anyway, in lieu of proper content, I want to share something I found in the old photocopied papers I was accessioning earlier today. It was part of a page from the Saint Joseph Daily Gazette, of October 18, 1873. One of the bits on the page was a society piece about a wedding, and that was the reason it was in the collection. Despite that the society piece was circled, my eye was drawn to this piece instead:
A Few Mistakes Yesterday
We are of poor, puritanical, but respectable parentage. We have lived for forty-two years without violating more than nine out of ten of the commandments, and never took even so much as a red-hot stove without the consent of the owner. We speak plainly to-night–we feel that way–and yet we may be pardoned if we exhibit just the slightest evidence of cussedness.
There were a few blunders in the papers yesterday morning. Our old friend Horace C. Hemmenway was mentioned as “Horace L. Hemmenway;” Rev. D. J. Holmes, the excellent pastor of the Fifth Street M. E. Church, was spoken of as “D. G. Holmes;” and our estimable friend Rev. J. M. C. Breaker, pastor of the First Baptist Church, got in the paper some way as “Braker.”
We are glad the two last named gentlemen are clergymen. They can bear these annoyances with Christian fortitude. And we may add that, true to our Presbyterian learning, we retired and did our “cussing” in private.
May the Lord be good to us all.
I had to wonder. Did they always handle their errata like that? Or were they being sarcastic about it because one of the men had complained about his name being wrong? Or was it all just a big joke? Or, like, what?
Even though one knows it was a joke, one wonders which commandment they hadn’t broken yet. (Or this one does, anyway.) Maybe they hadn’t gotten around to coveting their neighbor’s ass yet…
…or maybe their neighbors didn’t have any asses, and only had cows.