Thursday, April 25, 1918
The word was circulated here last week that Miss Carrie Overholt had been killed when the Germans blew up a hospital in France. This is put down as a mistake by her relatives, as Miss Qverholt is nursing in a hospital in St. Louis. This story is in line with the wild tales afloat last winter about our boys losing arms and dying in the camps from inoculation and vaccination.
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The women of this country are performing their parts to perfection. In their love for country there is no variableness nor shadow of turning, and they send the men forward to fight, and prepare to comfort and sustain them when sick or wounded.
“The maid who binds her warrior’s sash,
And with a smile her pain dissembles,
The while beneath her drooping lash,
The starry teardrop hangs and trembles;
Though Heaven alone records the tear,
And fame shall never know the story,
Her heart has shed a drop as dear,
As e’er bedewed the field of glory.”
Pereant amici, dum una inimici intercidant – Let our friends perish, provided that our enemies fall with them. That is the proverb so strongly condemned by Cicero and adopted by Wilhelm Hindenburg & Co. For several weeks, the German soldiers have been thrown against the lines of the Allies in spots, but England has seven and a half million soldiers in the field and other of the Allied Countries in proportion. More soldiers than the Germans can count, much less kill.
The old soldiers of the Civil War used to talk about the order to “Fire and fall back,” and that seems to have been the plan of the campaign that has been waged for a month or more. Napoleon used to say that the English rarely won a battle except the last one, and Bismark had a saying that there were forty ways of getting an army into England and none of getting one out again.
It is hard to tell how long it will take to win this war for we are fighting against a set of men whose minds have been corrupted by the possession of unlimited power, and against one particular virile monarch whose mentality has been dwarfed and affected by adulation. He suffers from ossified swelled head. He feeds his men into the breach as the miller feeds grain into the hopper, but it must be only a matter of time until his extensive organization crumbles and falls for the want of means to support it…
A number of cases of smallpox have developed in Marlinton and other places in the county. The cases as a rule are mild… County Court met on Monday, and appointed Dr. H. C. Solter, of the Marlinton Hospital, as County Health Officer. A rigid quarantine will be enforced and the people generally are being vaccinated.
Mrs. Mary Ann Wooddell died at her home near Greenbank, Wednesday evening, April 17, 1918 at 4:30 o’clock.
She was born March 25, 1830, and was 87 years, 10 months and 23 days old. She was a Miss Kerr and was married to Andrew J. Wooddell January 29, 1867. Her husband preceded her to the grave 31 years ago. She leaves to mourn their loss, one brother, James Kerr, and one son, W. H. Wooddell, and her daughter, Mrs. Martin Sutton, and seven grandchildren. She had been blind for a number of years and failed very fast in health the past winter, and the last three weeks was entirely helpless.
She was a member of the Presbyterian church, and was laid to rest in the Warwick graveyard beside her husband.
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Mrs. Hannah Moore, widow of the late Wm. D. Moore, of Pocahontas county, died on Saturday, April 20, 1918 at the home of her son-in-law Page Gay, in Prince William county, Virginia, after a short illness of pneumonia. She was 77 years, eight months and eight days old. Burial on Sunday at Greenwich Presbyterian Cemetery…
Mrs. Moore had been a lifelong resident of Pocahontas, going to Virginia upon the death of her daughter, Mrs. Page Gay, about five years ago. She is survived by her daughters, Mrs. Samuel D. Hannah, and Mrs. Susie Gibson, of Elk, and Mrs. J. E. Lightner, of Bath county, and by brothers Jacob and John A. Beverage, of Pocahontas, and Rev. Joe Beverage, of Highland County.
Mrs. Moore had lived a long and useful life, and when the call came, she was ready…
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Mrs. Ida Netherland Warwick McClintic, wife of Jacob H. McClintic and daughter of the late Judge James W. Warwick, died about nine o’clock Monday morning April 16 at her home near this place. She had been ill for about two weeks and her death was a sorrowful surprise to her many friends.
Mrs. McClintic was about fifty-five years of age and is survived by her husband, three sons and three daughters. She had been a member of the Warm Springs Presbyterian church since early childhood and always took an active part in the work of the church… Her remains were laid to rest in the Warm Springs cemetery.
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On last Friday, April 19th, Fred Carpenter was run over by a log in the woods near Frost, and so badly hurt that he died on Sunday morning. He was driving a team, and a log in the trail he was hauling jumped out and caught him. The deceased was about 24 years of age, and leaves a wife. He was buried at Dunmore on Monday.