MISQUAH — Each week this column draws from the bound volumes of the Pilot-Independent kept in the back room of our office on Birch Street — volumes our pressman, Earl, has promised to organize since the Ford administration, and to which, in fairness, he has lately added a second shelf.

From our edition of the week of June 9, 1976:

The City Council discussed a proposed stop sign for the corner of Birch Street and Second Avenue, tabling the matter pending further study. The Pilot-Independent declines, on the advice of no one, to comment on this item, except to note that the back room has a long memory, and that the corner has in the fifty years since acquired neither the sign nor, so far as we can tell, the study.

Big Pelican was reported running two feet below normal after a dry spring — an occasion for concern at the resort and for quiet satisfaction among the several residents who had been predicting it since ice-out. The walleye, the report adds, “did not appear to mind,” and the fishing that June was talked about for years.

Tim Brevik, then five years into running his bait and liquor store on Highway 9, advertised live leeches at sixty cents the dozen. The same item this week runs a good deal more — though the store, and Mr. Brevik, remain.

And the Lakeside Pavilion held its Saturday-night dance, music by the Norskie Ramblers, admission one dollar, “ladies bringing a bar welcomed.” By the testimony of those who were there, and a few who only claim to have been, at least three couples met at that summer’s dances who are married to this day. The pavilion itself is gone, taken by a windstorm in 1994. The lake it stood beside is not, and neither, mostly, are we.