January 27, 1916
BLACK BASS OF
Those who have endeavored to gain information about the most noted American game-fish, the black bass, from the ordinary books of reference must have been struck with the fact that there is little to be found in regard to the important fish, the pursuit of which is perhaps the most universal of all the sports of America. The people of the Untied States have become the richest and most luxurious of any race in history. It does not take much of a philosopher to know that there is great danger in such a condition. To such a people, the roads of destiny are open. It is for them to choose. We can enumerate three courses they may pursue. They can embrace such ideas of outdoor life. They can go to war. Or they can decay.
Fifty years ago, the people of this country were kept lean and in a good, fighting condition by poverty. Any man who has served his time at keeping the wolf from the door knows that there is nothing better to insure mental and physical health. But the accumulations of the American people have brought them wealth and with that wealth have come the dangers and temptations incident to the condition. What was folly fifty years ago is wisdom now. No hunter, no fisherman has ever waved the red flag of anarchy. He escapes the idleness that leads to vice. He is a good citizen and his country can depend upon him in time of need…
Anglers have difficulty distinguishing the big mouth bass from the small mouth. It has been many years ago that I saw Fred Mather’s lines on the differences between these two fishes and they stick in the memory, and as an aid to memory, I do not think that they can be excelled.
The little-mouth has little scales,
There’s red in his handsome eye;
The scales extend on his vertical fins,
and his forehead is round and high.
His forehead is full and high, my boys.
And he sleeps the inter through;
He likes the rocks in the summer time,
The big-mouth has the biggest scales,
And a pit scooped in his head;
His mouth is cut beyond the eye,
In which is nary red.
In his eye there is nary red, my boy,
But keen and well he sees;
He has a dark stripe on his side,
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There are many ways of cooking old hens. They may be boiled very slowly for as many hours as they are old. – Farmer and Stockbreeder
If you do not know how old they are, look at their teeth.
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Rainy days will surely come.
Take your friend’s umbrella home. – Anonymous
J. A. Petts left the Hospital this week, recovered from a gunshot wound, a 30.30 rifle ball having passed through his liver and right kidney. Three operations were ne- cessary. He has been in the hospital nearly three months.
Master Frazee, of Deer Creek, is in the hospital with an aggravated case of appendicitis and pneumonia.
Domineck Turse, of Mt. Grove, is recovering from a badly crushed leg and a case of pneumonia.
Weather and colds seem to have entered into a conspiracy to spoil the attendance record. Many pupils have such serious attacks of cold that they are confined to their rooms. This is especially unfortunate because it is at this season of the year that much of the best work is done, and a pupil who is out of school for a few days finds it a hard matter to catch up with the class.
The H.G.S. Literary Society has been divided into two divisions, the Reds and the Blues, and each program will be contested between the two divisions. The first program under this system was last Friday afternoon.
The question for debate, “Resolved: that the horse is more valuable to the farmers of West Virginia than the gasoline engine,” was well handled by the debaters. Much valuable information and many original ideas were presented.
Hazel, little daughter of Mr. and Mrs. A. C. Barlow, of Onoto, January 25, aged about one year, after a short illness of bronchial pneumonia.
James Wanless, Thursday, January 20, 1916, at the home of James Galford, on Back Alleghany, aged about 78 years. He was never married. Interment at the Wanless graveyard.
There is a good deal of sickness in this neighborhood, such as colds and gripp.
Fred Conrad and Floy Gillispie came home from camp last week with the gripp.
Mack Kerr is able to sit up some and expects to go back to the hospital as soon as he is able to stand the trip.
Roy Shearer expects to move his sawmill to Jess Fultz’s to do some sawing.
French Sutton has gotten out some locust posts for the Arbovale graveyard fence. We hope to see the fence put up this spring.
The weather is a little cool but lots of mud.
Roger Sheets who is working at Thorny Creek was home over Sunday.
The Curry school is progressing nicely with Willie Sheets as teacher. There will be a spelling match at the school Friday, January 28.
The gypsies are camping near here now.
The health of the community has not been so good lately. Almost every family is represented by at least one case of grippe.
Miss REbecca McKeever, one of the Cass teachers, has gone to her home at Renick on account of a wound on her head, received while coasting some time ago. We wish her a speedy recovery.
Ladford Simmons got badly hurt by a cartridge exploding, but the doctor says he will soon be all right.
Creed Morris will soon be able to work after being crippled thirteen weeks with a broken leg.
Wallace and James Burner, of Burner Mountain, were here Saturday on business. They report stock wintering nicely.
The Durbin cigar factory is starting up in tfull blast again after a shut down of two weeks.
E.E. Oldaker has finished a big job of plastering for Dr. A. E. burner and Peter Usay.