The Waterloo Times Thursday, September 6, 1894 Mitchie. Fall weather. Roads a little muddy. School opened Monday with a good attendance. Judge Jacob Maeys was in a short while Thursday on business. We had a fine rain Monday and the complaint of dry weather is a thing of the past. Mrs. Rachel McCauley and children were over from Festus last week, and spent a few days visiting friends here and at Harrisonville. The Bald Eagle’s excursion Sunday was another big success, there being over 300 on board. We were so late getting back however that we called up Judge Meagher and registered a solemn vow never to go on another one-until the one to Chester comes off on the 16th inst. The mad dog excitement had abated very little, and our people are still killing every stray dog that turn up Geo. Sauerhage’s cow, which was bitten by the first dog that went through, went mad, last week and was killed Monday. “Jenkins” went down to Chester on the Grey Eagle Monday night to take in the sights of the city, visit relatives, and attend the convention. He was called upon to represent the precinct of Moredock, Harrisonville and Mitchie, and the bottom in general, which he did to the best of his ability. The inimitable and wide-a-wake Billy Blake, the patent medicine man, went down the river in his gasoline boat, Thursday, under a full head of steam, distributing chewing gum, Chickasaw oil etc. Billy is not exactly a cyclone but he gets up considerable of a “breeze” wherever he goes. The boys that were cutting weeds on the levee last week organized a strike, and for awhile Saturday morning our people were face to face with it in all its terrors, and things looked almost as bad as they did at Chicago this summer. The movement had been brewing for a day or two, and when the excitement and discontent had reached the highest pitch Master Workman Dunsmore who is an uncle to Speaker Dunsmore of the Kansas legislature, (the man that led the populist members in their memorable fight with the republicans a year or so ago) tied his handkerchief to a big long horseweed so they could see it way down the levee, and the boys laid down their scythes and walked out – out of the horseweeds we mean. It was thought for a while that the mails had been tampered with and might probably be stopped altogether, but such a serious condition of affairs did not materialize, and it was decided to let the local authorities settle the trouble, and not call out the militia. Happily everything is O.K. now, and the goose is hanging as high as it ever hung. JENKINS