Pop-corn

Gen. Riley had his brigade marshalled in front of the “tavern,” where they enjoyed themselves alternately in eating pop-corn and sitting on the front stoop.

Two boys, one aged eight and the other twelve years, in Rome, Oneida county, N. Y., a few days ago, had a childish altercation about some chewing-gum and pop-corn, and, as they separated, threw at each other with sticks and other missiles, […]

It looked queer to me to see boxes labeled "His Excellency, Jefferson Davis, President of the Confederate States of America." The packages so labeled contained Bass ale or Cognac brandy, which cost "His Excellency" less than we Yankees had to pay for it. Think of the President drinking imported liquors while his soldiers were living on pop-corn and water!

Though the dusk of twilight was hardly yet apparent, lights were beginning to spangle the city like pop-corn bursting in a deep skillet.