Waupaca Weyauwega02
OSHKOSH NORTHWESTERN
September 3, 1868
WAUPACA COUNTY
Special Correspondence of Daily Northwestern
WAUPACA, August 24th, 1868
In our last we stated that an addition to our report from this place was not improbable, hence we once more, and for the last time, appear before the readers of the NORTHWESTERN, as “ye traveling correspondent, Lillie Pushen.” While in our wandering hither and thither through Waupaca County, we have found much to condemn, we have found more to admire and praise. Last Thursday evening, during a temporary sojourn at Weyauwega, we attended a quadrille party at the “Northwestern” House, gotten up by our friend Tarbell, and we gladly insert a word of decided commendation of the same. The music was excellent, the refreshments ditto, and the pretty country lasses as coquettish and enchanting as ever. The suspicious opening of the Northwestern House will, we trust, be but a harbinger of a successful future. Success, therefore, to Geo. D. Tarbell, its agreeable and attentive landlord. We omitted to mention when speaking of the above named house in our last, that a new and pleasant billiard room has been opened in the basement by Mr. Harmon. Thither, all Weyauwegans repair, and each enriches its proprietor with a “little twenty cents” before leaving. We would also state to our patrons, that if when visiting the pleasant village of Weyauwega, they desire to take a drive through the environs, they can secure an excellent rig of Mr. H. Crane, proprietor of a good livery stable. An exchange of “O Reservoir’s” with our Weyauwega friends, and we are riding through the country, between Weyauwega and Waupaca. Upon our right we ntice the splendid hop yard of Mr. Vaughn, the finest in town, and upon every side, even upon land which would be deemed by many almost wholly unproductive, were seen splendid fields of cereals and hops. Upon the summit of a mountain far away to the left can be plainly discerned, the “Lone Pine”, standing solitaire, far away from its kindred. But what meaneth those spires, and roofs of buildings glistening in the intense sunlight. Those are Waupaca. We ask, “Why is thus?” Echo replies, “It cannot was.” But we must drop the pencil of the newspaper writer, and taking up that of the artist attempt to sketch the beautiful village of Waupaca, nestling cosily in the valley, with its rough rocky background, in the middle distance. But we fear we have already ventured beyond our depth, and will discourse somewhat upon the practical, merely referring to a few matters, unintentionally neglected, upon a former visit. Messrs. H.C. Mead & Co., proprietors of the Bank of Waupaca, are, we should judge, finely established in business. With Mr. Mead, we had an agreeable chat, and for the first time learned, that Darling, the Fond du Lac frog doctor, had practiced his wild cat system of banking in Waupaca, a few years ago, but finally left to save (?) his reputation. H.J. Perkins, “ye Waupaca artist,” showed us several fine samples of his handiwork, which would certainly do no discredit to a much larger place than Waupaca. The Waupackers seem to be provided for in this matter of music, having a good cornet band under the leadership of E. Thompson, Esq., and a string band of which Mr. A.P. Buck is leader.
In this, our concluding report, we feel that we would be doing manifest injustice, in the event of making no reference to the “Putnan” and “Raymond” hotels, both of which take precedence of many hotels at which we have eaten and lodge in the Northwest. The former house, under the proprietorship of A.A. Putnan, Esq., is well managed, and its rival, presided over by Mr. N. Raymond, none the less so. The “Putnan” House is now, we understand, offered for sale, as its owner wishes to engage in another business. It is a very desirable institution in every respect, and one in which the proper man cannot fail to obtain a fine subsistence. But the shades noctis are gradually enveloping me in their ample folds, therefore, Avoirdupois, LILLIE PUSHEN