THE WAUPACA POST

February 7, 1884

 

New London Items.

[From the Times]

 

            That the Journal reporter wrote anything indicating that all the Waupaca ladies sympathized with Mr. Vandecar and his “lady-mashing mustache” is emphatically denied.  His intention was to hit only those more aged than sensible and less mature than youthful females, who have ministered to the “innocent man” whom they claim “wouldn’t kill even a mosquito”.  As to the number of these alleged ladies who have exhibited evidence of extraordinary interest in the poor imprisoned pimp who lost with his liberty the revenue he had realized from bartering his wife’s virtue, the reporter “would hesitate to enumerate”, satisfying himself by the assertion that the number far exceeds the POST’s “less than half a dozen”.  When one of the eminently respectable ladies of Waupaca takes it upon herself to read a street lecture to an officer for bringing “such creatures as Rose Vandecar and her mother to testify against SUCH A MAN as Alfred Vandecar” when the dear, delectable Mother Hubbard elite in caucus convened decree that the gentlemen interested in prosecuting the suit against Vandecar shall not be invited to their leap year party, when Vandecar’s cell is filled with hot-house plants that “neighbors fear will freeze at home” when such things be, it is safe to say there exists a considerable public sentiment of no very choice character behind the gushings of a few.

            Before the trial of Vandecar it was the prevailing belief advanced by Waupaca people that he would be acquitted, that there was no evidence that he was a party to the crime, and this talk could be heard in Waupaca stores even after the case had gone to the jury.  It therefore is not remarkable that “women ever tender” should believe him innocent of murder.  But in entertaining this blissful belief there is no excuse for their forgetting that this pestiferous purveyor to a prostitute partner really is not a worthy creature upon whom to freely lavish the wealth of sympathy perpetually purling in pristine purity from “quite too” queenly “Quality Hill”.

            The ladies who have not “gushed” are requested to calm themselves and readjust their hair-pins.