THEY ARE ENTERTAINED BY MR. H. R. ELLIS.
The fifteen miles that lie between Boston and Norwood may be merrily and swiftly annihilated under the right conditions. Given a temperature that is coquetting near the zero point, a sky with the stars all showing, and a moon soon to put in an appearance—the slipping perfect—a pair of fleet horses harnessed to a luxurious sleigh, in which are seated sixteen congenial, whole-souled men, whose united aim is to come out to Norwood and take possession of Henry R. Ellis, whose ability for making friends is as great as his hospitality is boundless—and one has the conditions as they existed Monday evening, January 30th.
Upon the arrival of his unexpected guests, Mr. Ellis made a complete surrender of himself, and all that was his— and a jovial good time obtained.
Supper was served at the Norwood Hotel, where the food is of the best. After supper, the Norwood String Band played some excellent music. The party broke up at 10 o’clock, with many assurances of the solid pleasure and enjoyment the occasion had given the host and guests.
The next day there came to Mr. Ellis by express, from these same friends, the handsomest solid mahogany easy chair, upholstered in velvet, that the hand of man had been able to fashion.
(All articles originally published in the Norwood Messenger)