Thursday, July 20, 1925
John Bear was knocked off a telephone pole Tuesday afternoon by an electric shock from a wire crossed with a light line. Fortunately, he fell across some wires which held him up and saved him a dangerous fall.
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The big hotel at Webster Springs burned down last Monday night. The loss is put at $200,000, partially covered by insurance.
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More than 21,000 pounds of wool was graded and shipped by the members of the Pocahontas County wool pool last week.
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Some villain or villains stretched a wire across the public road near the Bank of Hillsboro at Hillsboro Saturday night just high enough to catch the top of S. J. Neat-hawk’s car as he was on his way home from Marlinton, resulting in much damage to his car. Such inferior practices should be thoroughly investigated and the guilty parties brought to justice with severe punishment.
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Reports say that the big mill at Cass and the Spruce Lumber Co., have closed down for the present, hard times is coming.
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A. G. Killingsworth, of Marlinton, got the contract to build the graded school at Green Bank. Work will commence August 27.
ARREST MADE IN LARGE FIRE
Huntington – Ernest Rakes is in the Mingo County Jail held for investigation of the cause of a fire which destroyed nine dwelling houses in Williamson causing a loss of $70,000 and making 15 families homeless.
The fire was said to have originated in a house owned by Rakes and occupied by his brother. Rakes was arrested by a state policeman after a colored woman reported that she saw a man leaving the house shortly after the blaze was discovered.
Besides the nine dwelling houses destroyed, two others were badly damaged, and it was only by the assistance of two Norfolk and Western locomotives that the William-son fire department pre- vented the flames from wiping out an entire section of the town. The engines kept water playing on the flames and prevented them from spreading to Ben Street and West Third Avenue.
Inability of the fire department to get water to the burning buildings permitted the blaze to spread rapidly. Members of the department said that the main closest to the fire was almost completely stopped up.
HOME ARTS EXHIBIT
This is a department of the Pocahontas County Fair that is for and by the women. The display consists of crochet, knitting, embroidery on cotton or linen, tatting, sewing, rugs, applique quilts, basketry and other kinds of needle and handwork. In the Fair catalog is listed no less than 68 classes for which prizes are offered.
This is a department in which the work of the grandmother may be shown side by side with that of the children…
BIRTHS
Born to Mr. and Mrs. Lyle Nottingham, a daughter, Edna Jane.
Born to Mr. and Mrs. A. R. Henegan, a daughter, christened Betty June.
OBITUARY
Miss Ethel Rebecca Dean, aged 23, departed this life Monday, July 20, 1925, at 10 o’clock in the evening. The cause of her death was a severe attack of influenza. She was a daughter of Isaac P. Dean, of Cochran Creek. … Honesty was the foremost feature of her life. The writer was acquainted with her from the 13th year of her life and is deeply impressed with the high character she possessed. Her presence is sadly missed in the home she left, and it seems strange that one so good and so pure would be taken away when so young, but God knows best. The least that may be said is that she is at rest, and some still voice seems to tell that she is living more than ever before. The funeral service was conducted at the May Chapel M. P. Church of Anthony Creek, after which the service was concluded at the church graveyard, where her body was laid to rest.
HAD REASON TO THINK SO
Giles was being questioned in the court by a lawyer who considered himself great on cross-examination.
“Do you, on your oath, swear that this is not your handwriting?” he asked sternly.
“I reckon not,” answered Giles.
“Does it resemble your writing, then?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Well, do you swear that it doesn’t resemble your handwriting?”
“I do, indeed.”
“What?” thundered the bullying counsel. “You take your oath that that writing doesn’t resemble yours in a single letter?”
“Yes,” persisted Giles somewhat nervously.
“How do you know it doesn’t?” asked the lawyer, with a cunning smile.
“Well,” replied Giles with a smile, “I think so, because I can’t write.”
