P a g e 3 G h o s t T o w n s a n d H i s t o r y o f M o n t a n a N e w s l e t t e r bachelors, and what is worse, the majority of us are likely to remain bachelors for a year at least. There is one young man in town, however, who is more fortunate than the rest. Just now he is the “chief cook and bottle washer,” at the Central, while a certain fair widow has gone to the Metropolis “to show her plumage for a day.” If he don’t get a proposal this community will always think he should have. Look out, Morris! “She is fooling thee.” We will soon have an exhibition to raise money to purchase an organ for the Sabbath-School. Mr. Ham, the new Clerk of the Court, is Superintendent of the Sabbath-School and it is in quite a flourishing condition. There is a gentleman who is desirous of gaining laurels by personating Romeo at the coming exhibition- but up to the present time he has been unable to find a Juliet. We are afraid he is doomed to disappointment and the golden opportunity of displaying his dramatic talent to a Radersburg audience will be gone, perhaps, never to return. In the long, dreary years to come, as he sits and “chews the sweet and bitter cud of reflection,” he will sigh and sadly think: “It might have been.” Just now he is rushing wildly about, hoarsely exclaiming: “My kingdom for a - Juliet.” GOSSIP. -Appeared in The Madisonian, January 22, 1876, Accessed via: www.montananewspapers.org Carlyle, Montana Photo by Jolene Ewert-Hintz When driving through prime wheat country, it’s hard to imagine that the townsite of Carlyle was once home to some two hundred souls, lumberyards, a blacksmith, restaurant, barber shop and hardware store. Located near the North Dakota border, it was named for the son of Arthur C. Knutson, who had a store and was Photo by Jolene Ewert-Hintz postmaster when the office opened in 1907. The school closed in the 1970s and the post office saw its last letter in 1986. Photo by Jolene Ewert-Hintz Photo by Jolene Ewert-Hintz
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