WEEKLY PADUCAH NEWS Paducah, KY May 28, 1879 ____________________ LETTER FROM CALLOWAY. MURRAY, KY., May 18.-Well here I am once more safely ensconced in the capital of old Calloway. I have been away down in the ancient city of Grumblers (commonly called Paducah). It's a pretty little city, and one possessed of many good business establishments and clever men, but for croakers and everlasting grumblers I will pit it against any. Wherever you turn, on all sides you hear that ding dong song of the constitutional old grumbler about hard times and worse coming. Now it may be a relief to them to whine, but it is a devilish poor way to build up a city or establish a trade. Speaking of poor ways reminds me of poor railroad accommodations at least for people in this section of country who wish to visit Paducah. For instance, we go from Murray to Mayfield on the stage; we arrive just in time to be too late for the train and must stop over at a high-rate hotel until next day noon, and returning must get through another hotel pressure at this city of many office seekers in order to get the stage to Murray. It's monstrous, but I suppose one must grin and bear it. A thing that could scarcely be endured were it not for the gentlemanly courtesies extended by the officers of the road. I see in a former issue of the NEWS the query, "Who is Ben. Boyd?" I will try and enlighten you to some extent, at least. He is a poor old weak-minded individual, residing in the northwestern part of Calloway County. Every locality has its whackey; some one for the "boys" to pick at and have their sports with, and Ben. Boyd is that fellow in his neighborhood. The boys have stuffed him into the belief that he can go to the Legislature if he will make the race in opposition to the dog law, and he is making the race on the repeal of the defunct law. Now while on the subject of what I see in the NEWS I will mention that fine drawn sensation, the robbery of Mr. Wiggins, mentioned in your Monday's and Tuesday's paper. Now I know it mighty bad to spoil a well-drawn sensation, but I guess you don't know Wiggins. Wiggins is as good old fellow, but then Wiggins is a little drink-ey at times; and Wiggins may have lost some cash; but Wiggins money was never stolen while Wiggins was at church. If he had said he had lost some few dollars while he was at a still-house it would have sounded reasonable to those who are acquainted with his habits; but Wiggins at church kills a fine sensation. The hot weather seems to be productive of marriages. One week ago Mr. John Mills, Conductor on the Murray and Paris stage line, conducted Miss Carrie Moore, one of Murray's fairest, into the matrimonial noose. And now, two thoughts with but a forty. And today Mr. James Merrell left on wings of love (in a buggy) for Tennessee, for the purpose of taking unto himself another life partner, he having been a widower for the past twelve weeks. A young limb of the law, lately from the city of Eddyville, Ky., was the recipient of a very large bouquet one day last week, and to show his appreciation of the gift, he purchased a beautiful white pitcher, placed the flowers therein, and sat them in his office window, which is upstairs, where the fair donor could see them every time she passed. But judge his astonishment the next morning. The flowers were there looking as bright and lovely as when plucked from their parent stem; but alas, the pure white pitcher was gone, and in its stead a dirty, yellowish-looking article of bedroom earthenware in its place. On, those bad, bad boys. At a meeting of the members of the And-poke-your-nose-into-everybody's-business society, composed of the ??? ????? marriageable young women of Murray, it was unanimously agreed that our Representative in the Legislature use his best endeavors to have an act passed prohibiting widowers from obtaining marriage licenses until all expenses of his first wife's funeral are paid. Deputy Collector Bob Anderson and posse made a raid on the Tennessee River last week for moonshine distilleries. They found one, destroyed it and arrested a man living near by named Roberts, and sent him to Paducah. Yours until next time, GREEN K. SHAW.