100-Years-Ago

Thursday,
September 28, 1916

On Saturday, the 16th, a gentle breeze was blowing from the north, and a great cloud of butterflies went blowing by headed for the south. They were innumerable and were of the big orange colored variety. While we were standing on the bridge admiring the display of color, a man came by and observed that he believed that those butterflies were migrating just as birds do in the spring and fall. This was a brand new idea to us. We had always supposed that the butterfly was purely a local affair and never wandered from the field that he came to lie in.
The next Saturday, with a cool and refreshing wind from the north, another great band of the same kind of butterflies appeared all traveling in the general direction of the south…
We have a fine butterfly book and we set to work to catch one of them so that we could leaf through the highly colored pages of the manual and identify the insect…
The butterfly was easily placed when we got the book…
It is called The Monarch…
The migrating theory has disarranged all our ideas about the temporary career of the butterfly. If it travels on the breezes north and south there is no telling how long it can keep up this thing that we call life. And this stray thought flits like a butterfly through the dell…
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Out of every one hundred men that start to fire a locomotive, seventeen of them become engineers, about one in six. The reason of this is that a locomotive engineer has to become the most infallible man in the world. His mistakes are tragedies. And in a measure his responsibility for the safety of human life and property is shared by every man in the train crew. You talk about supermen. Trainmen as a class come near qualifying as supermen than any other set of persons. Your little boy realizes this. No boy grows up within the sound of the whistle of a locomotive but what he has dreams of being in charge of one of the mighty trains that are controlled by the hand of a man on the throttle.
Modern life has come to depend upon the railways. They have made the kind of cities that America builds possible and without the railways the people in the cities would starve to death. Even a short interruption of the arteries of commercial life would mean the evils of a panic and would so disorganize business that the weaker business men would fail and the country would feel the effects for years…

DUNMORE
Warren Moore has returned to Front Royal to attend school.
Miss Helen Moore is attending High School at Marlinton.
There are about as many recruits on Thomas Creek as in the German army – a girl born to Rus McLaughlin and wife; a girl and a boy to Charles McLaughlin and wife.
The bridge across Thomas Creek will soon be complete.

DURBIN
Miss Jessie McComb is boarding with Mrs. Julia Lockridge.
Ham Lockridge has a big log cutting contract near Durbin.
Dear Editor, please fix error of last week. I said the new governor, J. J. Cornwell, would speak in Durbin, but when the people gathered it was Joe Buzzard. So the name was a mistake but the politics were all O.K.

IN MEMORY OF HENRY HUNTER LIGHTNER
Henry Hunter Lightner was born May 21, 1885, near Buckeye and spent this life of 31 years and four months in Pocahontas and near the place of his birth. He was a very active and lovable boy and as such grew to manhood. He was considered an honest, upright business man of ability and strong moral character. His personal characteristics have attracted the attention of strangers and won for him the admiration of a host of friends among the people of the county.
On April 1, 1916, at the Edray parsonage he was married to Miss Lola B. Puffenbarger, a lady of unblemished character and one who has the personal characteristics of a noble wife and companion and who was no doubt a great inspiration to him in his short married life…
On August 2nd his young wife was confined to her bed with a very bad case of typhoid fever and just one month later he was prostrated by the same dreadful disease. He showed the same disposition of resignment in his sickness that he had shown in his work. He took it all to be God’s will and was never heard to complain or to say that he feared death, although he knew for some time that he could not get well and seemed to be ready and willing to die if it be God’s will…
He was always kind to his wife and a few hours before he died he told her not to worry for him and in the same breath asked God to bless her and take care of her. About nine o’clock p.m., September 2nd, his soul departed to the God who gave it. He is survived by his bride of six months, and four brothers and four sisters…
The burial was at the burying ground on Bucks Run, two and a half miles below Marlinton.

GRANVILLE KELLAR DEAD
Granville Kellar died very suddenly and unexpectedly at his home at Bartow Monday evening. He had been driving sheep, and just as he reached home he fell over dead. Heart failure was the cause of his death.
Mr. Kellar was about 65 years of age. He leaves a wife and a number of children, his brother, Caswell Kellar, and two sisters. Burial on Tuesday at the Burner cemetery near his home. He was a good citizen, a friend to all, and a man who will be missed.
Granville Kellar was raised in Pocahontas county, on the VanBuren Arbogast farm at Winterburn. His mother was a Miss Arbogast…
The went west in the early days when Indians and buffalo were plentiful on the plains. He lived for years in the Rocky Mountains and became a noted big game hunter and guide.
About twelve years ago he came back to his native county and built a home in which to spend his declining years.

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