Thursday, September 2, 1926
Robert Oleson, aged about 20 years, was before Squire Smith Tuesday morning, on a charge of forgery. He had signed McKinley Waugh’s name on a $20 check and passed it at Roman’s store, and John McKoy’s name to a $15 check and had it cashed at Harvey’s restaurant. Oleson was sent to the Lewisburg jail to await the action of the grand jury. He came here with the carnival to the Fair. He claims to hail from New York City.
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Owing to continued ill health, Col. A. E. White has found it necessary to give up the Marlin-Sewell Hotel and move back to his home at Ronceverte. We are sorry to lose the Colonel from our town, and we hope that he will soon be well and strong again.
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Minnehaha Springs water delivered to your own home at 5 cents a gallon in five gallon lots, furnish your own container, every Tuesday. If not solicited, telephone or write, W. A. H. Hobbs, Minnehaha Springs Hotel.
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The Get Together Day of last year was so greatly appreciated by the public and the fact that the fair of this year was so greatly handicapped by the week’s rain, this Two-Day Fall Festival will prove very popular.
Dear Editor;
It does not always pay to advertise. Last spring I advertised my fine chickens for sale. The night after the paper came out, someone visited my coop and stole forty head. I can’t risk anymore publicity. – George
A HIKING PARTY
A hiking party, consisting of Annis Cole, Polly and John Gay, Eva Beverage, Pearl Cochran, A. W. Hill and daughters, Stella, Lelia and Orda, D. P. Barnes and daughters, Glenna, Pearl and Mary, assembled together at the old red mill below W. McClintic’s one morning last week and went up by Mr. McClintic’s house, took a look at the fine fish in the pond, and some of the party peeped in and saw the silver foxes as we passed by.
The party proceeded on to the top of the mountain and along the top until we reached the famous high rock overlooking the east branch of Stamping Creek. Some of our party showed us a cleft in the cliff when we were some distance below it and said that we could go up through it. It looked impossible and some of us said we would go around, but when we got nearer the opening was two or three feet wide and we ventured to go through and landed safely on top. This rock is a wonder. The high cliff rent in twain from top to bottom. From the top we had a grand view out over a great expanse of country toward the east and south, including the town of Hillsboro and the Little Levels. None but those who have visited the place can realize the thrill it gives one. We ate our dinner on top of this rock, then packed our load and made our way to the Barlow hacking, then down the mountain to Cranberry River and down that stream to within about a mile of the noted Cranberry Glades where we struck camp for the night. There is an old adage,” a friend in need is a friend indeed,” as we were preparing to camp in the open, our friend John Roberts, the only man living in that country, a stranger to us all, heard us and came to us and directed us to a camp with a good roof, for which we were more than thankful…
This was the first night of camping for most of the young folks, but they enjoyed it.
Next morning, we went down into the Big Glade which is about a mile long containing about a hundred acres. We each picked about a gallon of cranberries, which was the first ever picked by any of the party except the writer…
We took some snapshot pictures, roamed over the better part of the glade and left before noon, came up the road a ways and ate our dinner, met our friend, Mr. Joe McClung, taking a large drove of sheep to the rich grasslands of that country…
We proceeded to the top of the mountain down the west branch of Stamping Creek, a lovely vale with beautiful mountain homes and orchards loaded with fruit. We made our way down to Millpoint where Uncle George McCollum was waiting for us with his truck.
He soon landed us all safely at our respective stations along the way.
BIRTHS
Born to Mr. and Mrs. Rodney Buzzarad, at Huntersville a daughter. This is the tenth child in this family.
Born to Mr. and Mrs. Allen Burgess at Millpoint, a daughter, Nellie Sue.
