Silver City Enterprise — 1888-1890 (full OCR, Internet Archive) — 1889-04-12

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Two accidents occurred last week at Clif- ton. A miner, slightly intoxicated, who was riding up one of the incline roads, failed to “duck” his head as the car passed under a beam. The result was that his scalp was torn off and shoved down his coat collar. There was no sur- geon near, but a shoemaker replaced the scalp, drew it tight with a clamp and stitched it down with a waxed end, the miner quietly smoking a pipe while the crude surgical operation was being performed. A Mexican who had also neglected to sign the pledge, fell down a seventy-five foot shaft, where he remained all night. In the morning he attracted attention by singing, “We won’t go home till morning.” A rope was lowered and he was pulled up, only slightly hurt. Albert Vega, better known as “Chicharo,” now occupies cell No. 2 at the court house. He has been a little too handy with his gun of late, making ranakaboo plays. There are other boys in town who may also be taught a lesson unless they “take a tumble,” as it were. A colored girl is languishing in jail for cor- rupting the morals of Central. She was fined $10 and costs, but not having the change handy she was easily persuaded to come over to Silver as the guest of Sheriff Whitehill.