Thursday, July 29, 1926
Bass fishing is the order of the day.
Order of the day is a literary expression introduced into this county with The Pocahontas Times about 50 years ago by James Buchannon Canfield, the first editor of the paper. On this we correspondents would ring the changes of the seasons. Maple sugar making is the order of the day. Ramp hunting is the order of the day. Trout fishing is the order of the day. Corn planting is the order of the day. And so forth and there were correspondents in those days. Every part of the county brought forth contributions worthy of repentance. As I see it now, Editor Canfield was not capable of a sustained effort of stringing a necklace of words, but he had a more wonderful art – he could set type and the people heard this gladly and kept him supplied with words. Another bon not of that period that passed current was created by that bright and interesting man, the late Captain C. B. Swecker. It was “he jumped twenty feet in a circle – it’s a boy.” It means that a babe was born…
As the years go by, it becomes harder and harder to make people laugh and think at the same time, and there is a sort of a sullen endurance at this time that is not very pleasant to contemplate. The people have grown rich and at the same time extravagant so that they are luxurious and unhappy. It is about time to preach the doctrine of the simple life again. The people of the county have built a small city for their county seat…
You have made us what we are, and we hope you are satisfied.
Are you satisfied?
Well, not exactly.
HOT? YOU’LL GET OVER IT
By Flora G. Orr
Washington – It’s going to be the coolest summer in years. There will be hot waves. One of these is on the way now, but relief, if you want to call it that, will follow shortly.
This is the prediction of Herbert Janvrin Browne, ocean meteorologist, who has his laboratory in Washington.
Browne is one of the few long-range weather forecasters in the United States. He makes his predictions through study of warm and cold ocean areas, and the effect of ocean currents. He knows just how long it takes water from one part of the globe to reach another part and figures out how these changes will affect weather on the land.
Browne predicted some years ago the cool summer of 1926, and at the same time stated that 1927 would be a freak year, much like the famous 1816, called the “year without a summer.”
On June 17, 1816, there was a big snowstorm in the eastern United States and Canada, in which men lost their lives. It lasted two days. There is no record of the weather on that date west of the Alleghenies. On the night of July 4, 1816, ice formed one-fourth to one-half inch thick. Corn was planted three times that year and killed each time. Seed corn in the spring of 1817 cost $10 a bushel.
During 1927, Browne says there will be frost at inopportune times, cold weather when it normally should be hot. Crops in 1927 will suffer more than this year.
This year, 1926, is a sort of forerunner for trouble to come, according to Browne. Weather trouble will be felt in the cornbelt this fall when much of the corn will be frosted before it matures.
Winter will come early and be extremely severe.
Browne says he was glad to see the McNary Haugen bill defeated, because, in view of what he sees ahead, he believes it foolish to dump our surplus crops abroad.
“We should store up our surpluses and keep them for our lean years,” he says. “We are living from hand to mouth.”
MEMORIAL
Samuel Hevener died at the home of his daughter, Mrs. Silas Davidson, near Hosterman, June 20, 1926, after a short illness. His age was 82 years. His funeral was preached in the presence of a large congregation of sorrowing friends and relatives at the Brethren Church, of which he had been a member for 60 years. His remains were laid to rest in the Gum graveyard. …
He was a loving father and kind to all who knew him. He will be greatly missed in the community and in the church for he was always present at Sunday school and ready to do his part.
“Dearest Father, thou has left us
Here our loss we deeply feel
Still, ‘tis God that has bereft us
He can all our sorrows heal.”
