August 10, 1916

The Progressives met at Indianapolis the other day and decided that they had lost their leader and their Beelzebub. They declared that they would fight on and keep the party together but would name no candidate for president, in other words they said that if a man had a vote that he should have the right to cast that vote any way that he jolly well pleased, which was indeed kind of them. Hear, hear, all us suckers! It has been declared that each man’s vote is his own to do with as he will. This is important news if true. They also discussed the question of changing the emblem. One editor said that instead of the moose, they should take the eagle, because they are up in the air. We think that the goat would be more appropriate.
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Time which heals all things has covered up the signs of the bloody scrap that the Republicans had in their primary. They have not unsaid any of them bitter words. They simply met and talk about something else..
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It is fervently hoped for that the Hot Springs will go dry next November. It has become quite a fad to run over to the Hot in the night time when churchyards yawn and the graves give up their dead. The article that is imported could well be described as cooking whiskey. Whenever the boys trail back from there we can expect to have a Hot time in the old town.
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The funeral of Dr. E. B. Hill, whose death was announced in last week’s paper, was conducted from the Presbyterian church last Saturday afternoon in the presence of almost a thousand people. The service was conducted by Rev. Geo. P. Moore, assisted by Revs. Coffman, Keene and Walker. He was buried with Masonic rites, he being a member of this lodge. Dr. Hill was thirty-six years old, a son of Mr. and Mrs. Peter Hill, of Jacox. He is survived by his wife, who was Miss Clara Gay, daughter of the late Mr. and Mrs. Geo. K. Gay.

Friday morning last, the postoffice at Edray was robbed. Two men were seen in the road by John E. Barlow’s. The men had taken a ladder and set it up against his store but did not enter. Then they went to the other store which is that of Barlow & Moore, a firm that has been at the same stand for over fifty years. Here they pried open the door and went to a large safe standing in the back of the store and by the use of soap, made a pocket in the crack of the door in the upper left hand corner and poured in the kind of soup that the eggman makes. Then with a fuse and cap they exploded the charge. The two doors of the safe were wrenched from the hinges and fell on the floor. It was an expert job as the glass in the window a few feet in front of the safe was not all broken.
The proprietors live close to the store and the noise was heard but it sounded at a great distance away. This was about four o’clock in the morning. At five o’clock a.m., A. R. Gay, one of the firm, opened the store and found that the burglars had taken away all the contents of the safe. The postoffice was kept in the store and the supplies were in the safe. Something over two hundred dollars worth of stamps were taken, forty odd dollars of postoffice money, and something over a hundred dollars of other cash. Also a considerable collection of rare coins that Mr. Gay had collected, including three one dollar gold pieces and a two and a half dollar piece. Counting the damage done to the safe the loss amounted to about five hundred dollars.
The burglars came in the direction of Marlinton. At the top of the hill a few minutes before five o’clock, Mrs. J. W. Kirkpatrick, at her well, saw a man climb a wire fence of one of the enclosures in front of the house. On seeing her he climbed back and came toward Marlinton.
The famous bloodhound Jim Davis was phoned for and arrived at the scene twelve hours after the occurrence. The dog was able to take the trail and followed it until it ended at the station at Clover Lick. The party went in a round about way and the trail was well followed for about ten miles. At the station the man had probably taken a train and the trail had ended.
This makes five postoffice robberies that have occurred in this county in a year. The postoffice at Spruce, Burner, Thornwood and Deer Creek had been entered.
George P. Moore is the postmaster at Edray and has held the position with the interruption of one term since 1856. He was first appointed by President Pierce and he is undoubtedly the oldest postmaster in point of service in the United States…

The last term of the court had its usual batch of cases against the railroad company for killing cows. The cows use along the right of way and the train comes along and hits them hard and throws them in the clear. Now the fortunes of the average family are lost with the milk cow. The usual course of procedure is to sue for the value of the cow before a justice where the judgment is taken by default. Then the case is appealed and the witnesses come and the case goes against the owner of the cow and he has not only lost the cow but the price of another in trying to get damages. Five cases were disposed of at the last term. In two, a jury was called and a verdict was instructed for the defendant. Then two other cases were non-suited. Then a case was left to the judge and that case a judgment of $70 was entered against the railroad company. The law ought to be made specific. Either the cow owner should have compensation or he should not. And it ought to be fixed b statute. Then all this vast expenditure of cost would b saved and there would be an end of the heart-burning occasioned by the unsettled condition of the law as it stands on a question of negligence.

Still it rains and is hard on oats; looks like oats will be all spoiled.
The lumber railroad that was so badly torn up by the flood is repaired and they are now hauling logs to the mill.
Forrest Kellison has a little Scotch Collie dog that goes out morning and evenings and brings in the cows without being sent after them.

Frank Rock got a car load of lamp oil, and W. A. Noel a car load of salt.
Misses Ella and Nelia Pritchard have eight summer boarders, using water from our fine springs.
The switchboard has been moved to the H. M. Moore house and Jacob Taylor will run it.
June McElwee says let the war go on, he has a boy to send in his place. June and the boy are both doing well.
Sam Elliott’s horse ran off and tore his buggy up.
The blind man Bennett has fixed up all the organs and pianos in the neighborhood.
Win McElwee is thinking about getting an automobile and a woman. Right you are, Win.

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