November 4, 1915

Six carloads of lambs, about 1,500 in number, have been shipped from the Marlinton station this week.
Mrs. Simmons, widow of the late Joe Simmons, died at her home near Watoga, November 3, 1915, at an advanced age. She is survived by a large family, her sons being Isaac, Ebbert, Jacob, Patterson, Wheeler and John.
Mr. Simmons died last year.
Mrs. Simmons was a good, useful woman.

Mr. and Mrs. E. H. McLaughlin moved into their new house last week. This residence of fourteen rooms built on the site of the house destroyed by fire last April, makes a fine showing on his farm in the south end of town.
Dr. Marvin Smith, veterinarian, moved into town last week to give his children the advantage of our excellent school.
The new home just being completed on First Avenue, adds much to the appearance of our beautiful village.
W. A. Browning has moved into his bungalow of nine rooms, the first to be built on the Payne addition shows up well and will make a very convenient, comfortable and cozy home.

We are having dry windy weather; too dry to shuck corn.
Cam Armstrong is able to be out at work after being laid up with a badly cut foot.
Bill Liptrap is moving from Swago to the Courtney farm near Marlinton.
Bill Jackson is moving from the mountain to Stamping Creek, below Millpoint.

We are having nice weather at this time.
Houchin and Varner have about finished the threshing in this section; they have a few crops yet. James N. Wilfong had the largest crop in this section, having over 700 bushels.
Dudley & Gum and Uriah Hevener were weighing lambs here Tuesday.

Two large store buildings are being erected here – one for F. Hamed on the east side of the river, and the other for Brown Gum, on the west side.
J. F. Erwin has sold his bakery and has moved to his new home in Blackhurst addition.
The new addition being built to the school house here, under the management of Henry Overholt, is progressing nicely, and when completed will be one among the largest school buildings in the county.
We have a hustling little town; business is good – everybody working and everybody jolly and happy.

Dr. A. E. Burner has broken ground for a fine brick building in town.
F. C. Sutton, with a crew of men, is putting in a fill at the Big Run bridge.
G. D. Kincaid was in town and reports that he raised a pumpkin on his farm that weighed 140 pounds. It broke up in hauling. We find Mr. Kincaid is no slow farmer.
F. S. Sigler has contracted for a building for the Durbin tannery 300 feet long, 50 feet wide and 26 feet high.
The Durbin Mercantile Company has gotten a car load of feed and a car of coal this week – preparing for winter while the weather is good.

June McElwee and wife and Forrest Pritchard and wife returned on Saturday and report a nice trip. They had the pleasure of meeting Woodrow Wilson and Mrs. Galt.
John P. Varner will move to the Valley of Virginia. He is 73 years old, is the father of 13 children; eleven are living, married and doing well. He has 43 grandchildren and seven great-grandchildren.
Sheldon Moore and wife, Ellis H. Moore and Capt. C. B. Swecker made a trip to the Old Battle Ground on Alleghany Mountain and Bartow. Mr. Moore had not been there since the war.

Before we take an auto ride, Pa says to me, “My dear,
Now just remember I don’t need assistance from the rear;
If you will just keep still back there and hold in check your fright.
I’ll take you where you want to go and get you back all right.
Remember that my hearing’s good and also I’m not blind
And I can drive this car without suggestions from behind.”
Ma promises that she’ll keep still, then off we gayly start,
But soon she notices ahead a peddler and his cart!
“You’d better toot your horn,” says she, “to let him know we’re near; He might turn out!” and Pa replies: “Just shriek at him, my dear.”And then he adds: “Some day, some guy will make a lot of dough by putting horns on tonneau seats for women folks to blow.”
A little further on, Ma says, “he signaled for a turn.” and Pa says: “Did he?” in a tone hot enough to burn.
“Oh, there’s a boy on roller skates,” Ma cries, “now do go slow, I’m sure he doesn’t see our car.”
An’ Pa says, “I dunno, I think I don’t need glasses yet, but really it may be that I’m blind an’ cannot see what’s right in front of me.”
If Pa should speed the car a bit, some rigs to hurry past, Ma says, “Now do be careful! You are driving much too fast.”
An’ all the time she’s pointing out the dangers of the street, an’ keeps him posted on the roads where street cars he will meet.
Last night when we got safely home, Pa sighed an’ said, “My dear, I’m sure we all enjoyed the drive you gave us from the rear.” – Edgar G. Guest

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