25 Sep 1894, p 3 -
COL. W.O. BRADLEY may mix his metaphors in flights of oratory, but he doesn't lik to have them paraded in cold print, consequently he went gunning for Fontaine Fox Bobbitt for publishing that he referred in his speech at Mt. Vernon to "John" driving the chariot of the sun instead of Phaethon. He also made warlike demonstrations on the editor of this paper and would have shot him in the neck, had Stanford not been a "dry" town, for permitting him to appear so rediculous [sic]. Of course he said it right and Bobbitt as usual prevaricated.
19 Jul 1895, p 3 -
A SAD CASE. - An unusually pretty young woman from the East End was here with Hon. Fontaine Fox Bobbitt yesterday to swear out a warrant for bastardy against Richard Emmett Brooks, of the Brodhead neighborhood. Her name is Miss Eliza Turner and here is the old story of man's perfidy and woman's trustful love. The fellow wooed and won her, only to cast her aside at a time when she most needed his protection and support. She says she has waited patiently and begged him piteously to save her honor and legalize her offspring by fulfilling his promise to marry her, but he turned a deaf ear to her entreaties and she was forced to take the legal steps she has. No one can look into the soulful eyes of the wronged girl and not hope that Brooks will be made to repair the injustice he has done her or feel to the fullest extent the law's demands.
11 Sep 1896, p 1 -
BOBBITT - Still a Candidate for Everything in Sight. Fontaine Fox Bobbitt, candidate for the Legislature, and county attorney in Lincoln county, and for Commonwealth attorney in the 13th judicial district in 1897, (and speaking and writing French like a Parisian) a candidate for the appointment as Minister Pienipotentiary to the Court of St. Cloud, and a candidate for Congress in 1898, and a probably candidate for Congress in 1900, will address the people of Rockcastle county on the financial issue at Mt. Vernon, 3d Monday in September, (circuit court) and at Stanford, 4th Monday in October, (circuit court). As it takes me five and six hours to descant upon the salient points of this important issue, I can't divide time with anyone, and generally when I get through the people don't want to hear any more, unless at Turkeytown, when the cried out speak two more hours. F.F.B.
2 Apr 1897, p 3 -
THE HON. Fontaine Fox Bobbitt will speak here next Monday, court day, at 1 o'clock on turnpike mobs, hard times and any other subjects that happen to come up.
29 Nov 1898, p 3 -
CIRCUIT COURT was enlivened by a fight Friday afternoon. Jim Dishon animadverted on the Hon. Fontaine Fox Bobbitt in his testimony and he tackled him about it, after he had left the stand, telling him that he had sworn to a lie. Dishon called him another and Bobbitt let him have one from his right feeler on his nasal appendage, drawing the claret freely. Dishon bade feeble resistance, but Bobbitt got his head in chancery and was pommeling him viciously, when Judge Saufley took a hand. He ordered the belligerents before him, and demanded reasons why they should not be punished for contempt. Bobbitt said he was too near out of breath to answer then, but Dishon told a straight story, which Bobbitt afterwards corroborated and the judge fined him $10 and let Dishon off.
29 Jun 1906, p 2 -
Fontaine Fox Bobbit's Jottings.
STANFORD, June 25. - I am still at Stanford but not altogether still. We are still in court, trying, acquitting, convicting and hanging the juries. We had a very interesting trial before a jury to-day. The defendant was accused of stealing a railroad passenger excursion ticket to Louisville and return ($1.75). The prosecuting witness said although there were many people present of such as ride on excursion trains, yet he was conficent the defendant stole his ticket because he felt some one touch him and he turned around and the defendant was walking from him and he knew he got his ticket. I told the jury that it had an analogy in the case of the Savior of the world when being in a great crowd He turned and said: "Who touches me?" The deciples [sic] said: "Master the throng pressed Thee and Thou sayest 'who toucheth Me?' " But Jesus said: "Some one touched me, for virtue has gone out of me." Now the prosecutor in this case feels the crowd touch him and feels the ticket go out of his pocket. This knowledge is closely allied to divinity. But "Babe" on general principles, go 30 days. What a delightful town this! What churches, what preachers, what lovely women, what a bar, what lawyers, what an editor, what a paper! All on the grandest scale! I have not been at the "Saratoga of the West" for two weeks. What a long time for the Peri to be absent from Paradise! But there are many more than one angel here. How history doth repeat itself! I called upon a family some days ago, and the lady of the house took me by the hand and held on long, and with tears in her eyes said: "Oh, Mr. Bobbitt I am so sorry you staid away so long. My daughter looked for you long, patiently, despairingly; and when the last spark of hope died out on the altar of true affection, with a soft, despairing sigh, she yielded to the importunities of another adn she has gone." And before I could make up my mind to be glad or sorry, the door softly opened and in she walked all radiant with beauty! I told them that scene had its counterpart in one of long ago, but it had left a picture of beauty on the canvas of affection that four decades of blooming flowers of summer's heat, of autumn's sighing winds and dead leaves rustling to the rabbit's tread and winter's frozen snows have never been able to efface! Calling at a stately mansion where beauty dwelt, I hitched my magnificent gray charger at the stile and going up the walk with a heart beating louder than the drum at the burial of Sir John Moore (which did not beat at all) I went in. The grand and dignified mother came into the parlor and began to chant a funeral dirge that the daughter was very sick, was in bed and could not see me. And when reeling to fall upon the Brussels carpet, the door leading into the parlor softly opened and an image of angelic beauty came smiling in and that photograph will be the last that will fade from my heart! Mark says supper is ready. Supper is now over and Mine Host H.C. Farris insists upon a few words in regard to his favorite, whom he has selected for me. Well, I saw a grand and queenly lady standing in the doorway of rather an imposing looking mansion and she could have withdrawn and avoided a meeting. But she did not do so, and withoug a formal introduction I addressed her and after a few words she said: "Come in," and soon informed me that her scrap book was adorned with emanations from my pen. She told me she was a widow, but that her sister was an old maid. She afterward confessed to a fancy story by telling me she understood I was partial to widows. This was quite encouraging, but those lovely eyes shining through a veil of widowhood won my heart and displaced other occupying claimants.
FONTAINE FOX BOBBITT.
