R. T. Van Horn & Co., Publishers.*

January 20, 1870.

     The weather is stationary.

     The Can Can-ists have emigrated to Fort Scott.

     The school board met Tuesday evening.  The members spoke their little pieces and subsided gracefully.   Yet the local of the Times waxeth virtuously indignant at us for not giving a full report.  It wasn't worth it.

     Skiff & Gaylord's minstrels, one of the most successful minstrel bands in the country, will commence a brief season at Frank's Hall, commencing February third.

     Specie payments have been resumed, at least Whitaker pays coin in change for all articles bought at his oyster depot, 708 Main street, where he keeps the freshest, juiciest and best bivalves to be found anywhere.

     We have tested Eldreds' Star Damper and Heat regulator, which we think is the thing for those who desire to save fuel and equalize the heat in their offices and homes.  It may be had of John Schaffner, whose office is on Fifth street, opposite the Commercial Bank.

     Our city just now is infested with an unusual influx of bummers and dead beats, who have already succeeded in victimizing several hotel and boarding house keepers.  These worthless scamps ought to be hunted up and set to stone breaking.  Our hotel keepers should keep a sharp look out for them.

Last night about twelve o'clock, persons living in the vicinity of P. J. Henn's store, on Grand avenue, were aroused by the discovery of fire in Mr. H.'s house.  Through the exertions of John Betcher, and ex-member of the New York fire department, the flames were extinguished before they had done much damage.

     We hoped for the good credit of our city, that the era of mob violence had passed away never to return; that with the restoration of peace, mob violence would become a thing of the past; but as the sequel will show, we are doomed to disappointment.  On yesterday morning passers by the bridge saw the body of a man suspended to the bridge.  Of course they were horrified and their minds reverted to the late doings of the late Harlem Regulators, and fear took the gaping bummers, lest Kansas City had ceased to be a safe refuge.  For a long time the crowd gaped with open mouths at the ghastly spectacle, and at length some one bolder than the rest cut the rope with trembling hand, and the body fell with a dull thud upon the ice below.  A doctor was called, who examined the victim and pronounced him to be -- a man of straw.