December 5, 1912
The winter weather has called our attention to the fact that winter is here in earnest.
The wind last Monday blew H. L. Kesler’s new barn from the foundation. It was soon replaced and no damage done.
Thomas Barnett is on the sick list.
Floye Gragg passed through here Saturday to spend the night with Griffie Sheets.
Born to Mr. and Mrs. Anderson Tallman, a son.
The correspondent at Green Bank last week said that the election was over and that the slain were cared for. This is good; this recalls past experience. We often hear it spoken: Poor fellow, his is gone, we don’t know where but we gave him a decent burial.
The best thing that ever struck the Greenbank District is the building of the roller mill at Dunmore. Win McElwee has bought the machinery and is now putting in the foundation for the mill. We expect to see lots of grain raised here as this will stop the shipping and hauling out of our grain to be ground elsewhere.
Our road monkeys made a great mistake that they don’t clean out the road ditches, cross ditches and culverts and save the roads for winter.
Aunt Liza Galford, wife of James Galford, died at her home at Stony Bottom, last week. Mrs. Galford was a noble woman and her many friends will miss her.
The hunters all came back like the fishers that don’t catch any fish.
Butchering hogs seems to be the order of the day.
Bessie, the little four-weeks-old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Snyder died suddenly Monday evening. Mrs. Synder had gone to Mace to see her father who is very ill, and was returning home, and the mother uncovered the babe to see if it was all right and it was dead. It was buried at Mingo Tuesday.
The many friends of Uncle George Beal will be sorry to learn of his prolonged illness. He has been confined to his bed since the first of September and the end of his useful and interesting life is expected daily. Five of his sons live close, are devoted to him and take turns at his bedside through the long hours of the night. It can be truly said no father ever had better sons. Their tender care of their aged and afflicted father has won for them the esteem of all who know them.
BETTER OR WORSE
Count Guy de Lasteyrie arrived on the Mauretania last week from France with his sweetheart, an American girl, who is going to take the Count, December 21, for better or worse, and may find that he is worse than she took him for. We have systematically opposed these international matches with very little effect. We have to be content with the belief that the foreign nobility may get the boodle, but not the brains. The Count had a black eye and was secluded in his state room. He said he got it by falling out of bed, but rumour hath it, that the lady gave it to him in a friendly boxing match. We have an idea that this match may turn out better than the common run of these high tone marriages.
FOR THE ANXIOUS
We do not know the value of a half dollar of 1836, we only know that it should have been spent before 1838 to get anything like its value.
We know that William Shakespeare is the author of the quotation beginning, “All the world is a stage,” but we cling to the opinion that a good deal of it is vaudeville.
We do not know what day of the week June 13, 1807 fell upon, and we’ll be hanged if we are going to dig through a lot of old calendars to find out, when the inquirer can arrive at the correct answer by patiently counting backward and making due allowance for leap years, and so far as we are concerned, if June 13, 1807 fell on any day in particular we have no evidence that the day was bruised to any extent.
We don’t know what will make plums stop “working,” and if we did know we would not tell, for we consider canned plums a misdemeanor in the diet. – Wilbur D. Nesbit
SCALDED WITH TEA
Little Evelyn Brown, age one year, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Grover C. Brown, of Ronceverte, was dreadfully and fatally burned last Saturday morning, November 23. At the breakfast table Mrs. Brown was holding the baby on her lap and at the same time trying to pour out the tea. As the teapot was tilted, it slipped on the plate on which it had been placed, the top fell off and the scalding tea was dashed over the child, horribly burning her right side from shoulder to knee. The prompt attention of a doctor could not relieve the sufferings of the child, and after lingering until Tuesday morning, the little one passed away.
Georgia A. Varner, daughter of William A. and Mary E. Varner, was born April 30, 1898, and fell asleep in Jesus, October 29, 1912, aged fourteen years and six months.
Georgia was sick but a few days till death relieved her of her suffering. She was stricken with peritonitus while at school, and went home where all that loving ones could do for her relief was done, but she grew worse and upon the advice of the physician she was taken to Baltimore for treatment, but nothing could be done to save her. The disease would not yield to treatment.
The writer went into the car at Marlinton where she lay to see her. She greeted him with a smile though she was suffering intensely, and the little hand which she extended was burning with the fever which was consuming her young and beautiful life.- Ira F. Rickett
Miss Marie Crummett, of Staunton, was killed in a runaway accident at Lewisburg, Sunday afternoon. She and a Miss Argabright were driving. The horse took fright and in plunging broke the front axle. Miss Crummett fainted, and Miss Argabright was thrown out. The horse ran for half a mile or more and dashed the buggy against a telephone pole. She had apparently not moved after striking the pole. The young lady was 18 years of age, a daughter of Silas W. Crummett, of Staunton, and a niece of G. F. Crummett, of Marlinton.