100 Years Ago

Thursday, April 26, 1917

We were reading a fool story in one of the current periodicals the other day when an expression was found in the text that represented something we had been groping for, lo, these many years… What the author touched on was the “Fallacy of the Elsewhere.” There is a mouthful for you, and until somebody can express it better that will be our label for the source of more vain regret than all other causes combined.

A man never went hunting in his life and took a position in the depth of the woods and sat there waiting for his prey, but what he concluded that if he had gone to another ridge or up another hollow that he would have bettered himself.

A fisherman never chose a stretch of water to fish in but that he was sure that if he had gone to another place that the fish would have bit better…

This Fallacy of the Elsewhere has a powerful influence upon the feminine mind. Man never is but always to be blest. The lady is perfectly sure that she has been set down in a place where the angel of light could not be contented, and that if she was to move to the foot of the rainbow, that life would be one grand sweet song, and that all her troubles would be over. To listen to such longings is what makes wanderers on the face of the earth. The trouble is that you take with you that same old mind, and that same old disposition that caused you so much trouble before. If you could leave that behind, it would be all right to move…

Country people long for the large cities not realizing that large cities are made up of little men.

“Sweet are the thoughts that savor of content…”

In every neighborhood there are a thousand delights. Make the most of them.

The theaters are better in New York – the hunting is better in Pocahontas county.


Irvin S. Cobb, who spent a lot of time at the front with both armies in Europe, writes of the two Germanys as follows:

“We have got to remember that the Germany with which we have broken is not the Germany of Heine and Goethe and Hackle and Beethoven; not the Germany that gave us Steuben in the Revolutionary War, and Sigel and Schurz in the Civil War; not the Germany of the sentimental, chivalrous, lovable Saxon, or yet of the music-loving, home-loving Bavarian; not the Germany that was the birthplace of the kindly, honorable, industrious, patriotic German speaking neighbor around the corner from you – but the fanatical, tyrannical, power-mad, blood and iron Prussianized Germany of Bismarck and Von Bernhardt the Crown Prince and Junkers – that passionate Prussianized Germany which for forty years thro’ the instrumentality of its ruling classes – not necessarily its Kaiser, but its real ruling classes – has been jealously striving to pervert every native ounce of its scientific and its inventive and its creative genius out of the paths of progress and civilization and to join it into the grooves of the greatest autocratic machine, the greatest arganism for killing off human beings, the greatest engine of misbegotten and misdirected efficiency that was ever created in the world. Because we have an admiration for one of these Germanys is no more reason why we should abate our indignation and our detestation for the other Germany than that because a man loves a cheery blaze upon his hearthstone he should refuse to fight a forest fire.” – Saturday Evening Post


No such food situation as that which prevails this spring has been seen within the memory of man. Usually the United States and Russia are the two great exporters of foodstuffs; but of late there have been food riots in New York and in Petrograd and Moscow.

Not only are all the big belligerents on short rations but there is some shortage of edibles in nearly every neutral country of Europe…


The farmers are very busy plowing and putting in their spring crops.

A little child of Will Varner’s was very seriously burned by its clothing catching on fire.

Mrs. Wanless has moved back to her home at Frost.

The new store and dwelling houses at Boyer Siding are going up very rapidly.


Judge Dice, Judge Sharp, Dr. Solter and G. W. Sharp were here on a fishing trip last week; they stopped for a visit with L. D. Sharp.

Mr. and Mrs. Floyd Galford spent a few days at Edray last week.

Miss Alice Collins is staying with her sister, Mrs. George Cromer.


People are preparing for the big show at Marlinton next Saturday. When Sparks comes to town, the fun begins.

William Houchin, a very aged citizen, died Monday of the infirmities of age.

Postmaster C. F. Hull bought the Ashford property and will move into it soon.

Albert Nelson was here from Crabbottom with a load of produce last week.

Roe Keller has bought an Overland car.


Bruce Taylor is working for John H. Beverage.

Charles Spencer took his wife to Johns Hopkins Hospital Monday. Robert Kramer and wife are keeping house for them while they are away.

David Varner and Howard Phillips are doing quite a lot of farming on John H. Beverage’s land.

Lewis Simmons planted quite a lot of potatoes last week. Others should do likewise.


A. L. Dilley has sold his Ford roadster to Winfred McElwee, and is anticipating getting a Ford touring car from J. L. Baxter.

Miss Hattie Bambrick came up from Marlinton Saturday and spent the night as the guest of her friend, Mrs. I. B. Shrader, returning home Sunday.

S. B. Nethkin, the cattle king and stockman, of Cass, was through this section one day last week looking for cattle. He says that he has 500 head of cattle and wants 100 head of cows.

Sparks Famous Show is billed to exhibit at Marlinton Saturday. Get ready, everybody, and attend this great show – one of the best that ever came up the Greenbrier Valley or ever hit the town of Marlinton.


On account of the ideal weather conditions and the desire to increase the production of garden vegetables, every one who has any kind of garden or ground in reach have been busy planting. Maryland Lumber Company has just finished planting ten acres of potatoes.

Among the party who went on a visit to the camps of the Maryland Lumber Company, which are now about twelve miles from here, were Miss Marguerite Denison, H. D. Wilmoth, Mrs. J. A. Denison and Mrs. Shiffler. They went on the log train and ate dinner at the camp.


Old English Cookery was astonishingly lavish. Yorkshire cooks for instance seemed to fling about dozens of eggs and pints of cream.

A favorite pie to send to one’s friend at Christmas was made like this: Take a turkey and bone it; take a goose and bone it, and so on with a chicken, a pheasant, a partridge, pigeon and a lark; then put the lark in the pigeon, the pigeon in the partridge, the partridge in the pheasant, the pheasant in the chicken, the chicken in the goose, and goose in the turkey.

The turkey should then be placed with a couple of hares to fill up the crevices and six pounds of fresh butter, covered and cooked.

“An agreeable dish to eat cold” – Chicago British American

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