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100 Years Ago

Thursday, August 9, 1917

A veteran was telling his kid brother not to expect army life to be all pies and fritters – that it took a real man to have the markings of a soldier in him. “You and your joy wagon cost the old man just five hundred dollars last summer. You are going to pay that back at the rate of nine dollars a month out of the thirty you get for spending money from Uncle Sam, and I’m the buddy who is going to see that you are made to do it. We are going to make a man out of you. When the get up call comes at five o’clock in the morning, it ain’t old Joe hollering for you to get out and feed. It means an answer by getting up and out. A bayonet is no comfortable thing to be stuck under the blanket. When you go to war don’t fool yourself believing that you are on a seven day job and can holler for your check when the grub don’t please. Uncle Sam don’t do business that way.”

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The old doc remarked that we had all heard the old gag about war being a rich man’s quarrel and a poor man’s fight, but his particular war looked like the well to do would bear their proportionate share of the burden. Not only in the money part which they must furnish, but the sons of the more prosperous had led in the volunteering. Mention was made of the death of the heir to the Fleischmann’s yeast millions, who went to his death the other day trying to learn to run a flying machine so he could volunteer as an aviator…


For a good many reasons, on Monday it was decided to have as little court as possible. Most of the jurors and witnesses were notified and the law work went over to the December term. Judge Sharp, however, is hearing chancery cases.
We are right in hay harvest, oats ready to cut and the threshing machines are going the rounds. The weather is ideal and the crops are ideal. The selective draft is on, and attorneys, jurors and witnesses and people generally are interested or busy with it.


As Ami Griffin was making his way to Thornwood from his home on Burner Mountain last Friday evening, he heard the terrified shrieks of children on the river bank a hundred yards or more down the mountain from him. Looking, he saw the head and arms of a child going down into the water for the last time. The way to the river for him was very steep and he had to go through briers and over tree tops and logs but down he went and into the water up to his neck and he pulled out two eight year old boys who were to all appearances drowned. Taking one boy over his knee he worked to resuscitate him and compelled a small girl to pump the feet of the other little boy. After some minutes the life came back into the little bodies. One of the boys was the son of Mrs. Morehead, a widow, and the other the son of David Whitmire.

So steep was the way that Mr. Griffin had to come from the road to the river that it is a wonder now how he could have gotten down so quickly without breaking his neck or limb. A few minutes delay, however, would have meant the end of two fine little boys. The children also owe their lives to Mr. Griffin’s presence of mind and knowledge of first aid work.


Some Pennsylvania stock buyers are here buying stock to ship to the Philadelphia market.

W. H. Shearer, of Edray, was here a few days ago buying calves.

Miss Dora Sharp was thrown from a horse a few days ago and badly hurt.

Born to Emmett Galford and wife, recently, twin boys. The mother and one son are getting along nicely while the other son is not doing so well.

Stock is looking very well so far. Some that was ready for market has already been sold. Calves are selling at a good price.

Meadows are about two-thirds of a crop; pastures are very good; oats are very good; corn short, but doing fine; buckwheat and potatoes are looking fine.

H. L. White and son, Arnott, of Minnehaha, were here recently looking after their cattle.

F. M. White, of Onoto, spent Sunday with friends in this part.

Our Sunday school is progressing nicely with A. S. Galford as superintendent. Our prayer meetings on Tuesday nights are well attended, with Lloyd VanReenan as our leader.


S. S. Davidson has recently completed digging a new well with an abundance of good water at a depth of thirty-five feet.
Bruin still continues to press his unjust claim upon the farmer’s sheep around here and it seems as if nothing but the finest and most valuable lambs will satisfy him.

Wm. C. Greathouse lost a good young mare last week.

Oats are coming on nicely and Thomas and Cecil Houchin will soon start their new reaper. Though unwell as yet, Mr. Houchin cannot content himself this fine harvest weather and has been making the old McCormick move.

R. J. Hevener reports $183 cash from the sale of eggs from 70 hens since January 1st this year. His three acre experiment of spring wheat is a mountain beauty and will be ready for the reaper with the oats.


C. P. Kerr and wife, of Durbin, were visiting at J. B. Nottingham’s Sunday.

George Cochran has purchased a new Dain mowing machine.

J. B. Nottingham has an excellent piece of corn; some of it measure 12 feet in height.

We are having very hot weather at this time and everybody is busy making hay.


We think the high cost of living would be brought down to some extent if properly managed.

The proudest man on the creek is Remus Brock – it’s a boy.

Lobelia seems to be on a boom – three stores, one fruit stand, two hotels; the trains will soon be running through the town to the head of Hills Creek where a large operation in timber is going on by the Spice Run Lumber Company.

W. W. Kennison is building a house for N. T. Hollandsworth.


Captain Walter Allen died at the home of his son, Geo, W. Allen, Saturday morning, August 4, 1917, aged about 86 years. For a number of years he had been suffering from heart trouble. On Sunday he was buried on his home place on Cloverlick Mountain. During the war Captain Allen was a captain of scouts under the state government and saw much service in this particular section.

His wife was a Miss Duffield, and she has been dead a number of years. Seven children survive their parents…

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