Thursday, July 1, 1915
On Monday night, the German submarine U-38 torpedoed and sunk the British freight steamer, Armenian, bound from Newport News to England with a load of mules, off the coast of Cornwall, England. Nearly a score of Americans lost their lives, one of them being S. Renick Sutton, of Carters-ville, Virginia, a native of and for many years a resident of Pocahontas County. Sutton was on the ship to look after the mules. He was a son of the late John Sutton, and was raised near Greenbank.
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Sheriff Cochran brought in 39 quarts of booze yesterday morning from Durbin, and with it, he brought one Tony Watavice, or words to that effect… Booze and prisoner hail from Westernport, Maryland. There were 24 quarts of whiskey and six quarts of beer and nine quarts of gin. Watavice said he was looking for a job, and the justice gave him two months on the county roads.
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The oil well on Williams River in now down about 1,500 feet. On Tuesday they reached what is supposed to be the Big Indian sand and in it found enough oil to grease the tools. This is considered a very encouraging indication of richer things further down.
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Austin May, of Beard, was in town Monday on his return from a trip on Anthonys, Cochrans and Douthards creeks. He reports considerable damage to gardens and cornfields by frost in certain localities along the Alleghanies. He says that an immense bear is killing sheep and lambs on Anthonys creek. This bear is one of its kind, and makes a track larger than any ever seen before by Henry Dawson, the veteran bear hunter of the Creek.
Married June 30, 1915, at the residence of the bride’s parents at Buckeye, at 2:30 o’clock in the afternoon, Mr. Lock McNeill and Miss Eleanor Howard, Rev. J. Herbert Bean, officiating minister. At 3 o’clock a wedding luncheon was served, after which the happy couple motored to Marlinton where they took the train to Pittsburgh and other northern points, including in their bridal tour Niagara Falls.
A BARE-FOOT GROOM
About twenty years ago a young fellow named Johnson, in the wilds of the Cheat Mountain in West Virginia, made up his mind to be married.
“But you have not a penny,” remonstrated his friends.
“I have my hands. A man was given hands – one to scratch for himself, the other for his wife,” he said.
On the day of the wedding, Johnson appeared in a whole coat and trousers, but barefooted.
“This is hardly decent,” said the clergyman. “I will lend you a pair of shoes.”
“No,” said Johnson, “when I can buy shoes I will wear them – not before.”
And he stood up to be married without any thought as to his feet.”
The same sturdy conduct showed itself in his future course. What he had not money to pay for he did without. He hired himself to a family for a year’s work. With the money he saved he bought a couple acres of timberland and a pair of sheep, built himself a hut, and went to work on his ground.
His sheep increased. As time flew by he bought more; then he sold off the cheaper kinds, and invested in Southdown and French Merino. His neighbors tried by turns raising cattle, horses, or gave their attention to experimental farming.
Johnson having found that sheep raising in his district brought a handsome profit, stuck to it. He had the shrewdness in seeing the best way, and that dogged persistence in following it, which are the elements of success.
Stock buyers from the Eastern markets found that Johnson’s fleeces were the finest and his mutton the sweetest on the Cheat.
He never allowed their reputation to fail – the end of which course is, the man who married bare-footed is now worth a large property.
The story is an absolutely true one, and may point a moral for the herds of stout, able-bodied men who crowd the cities complaining that they must starve for want of work. –Greenbrier Independent of 1875
On the 19th the temperance talk given by Mr. Zollars was well attended and was very interesting. He being an ex-saloon keeper and gambler, gave a very real and enthusiastic discourse. He knew the rough side of life, having been arrested 155 times and had been in 22 county jails. We hope to hear him again some time. – The Cadiz Republican
HOWARD BUZZARD SHOT
Dunmore – Howard Buzzard was shot last night while at the home of Mrs. Susan Moore, by someone unknown. The shot was fired through a window and the full charge of shot took effect in the breast and stomach. He is in a serious con- dition. He is a son of the late Armenius Buzzard.
Frost killed beans and corn in this part last week. Wheat is fine, corn and oats bid fair for a crop. Meadows will be short.
Samuel Sheets passed through buying calves.
A young man by the name of Elva Townsend was drowned at Cass Sunday evening while swimming with some other boys. It is supposed he took cramps. A man drowned in the same hole a year ago. Townsend’s home was at Stony Bottom, and his body was buried there Monday.
the people in the upper end of Edray District should wake up and ask a road to connect with the good road in Greenbank District. The Commissioners will always hear an honest plea for roads. The County Court, in the last four years, has made fine progress, breaking all records.
Cutting wheat and hoeing corn is the order of the day.
Kidd Bros. are putting up E. F. McLaughlin’s and W. A. Barlow’s silos this week.
Among those attending the quarterly meeting at Slaty Fork Sunday were Mrs. A. C. Barlow, Misses Grace Barlow, Edith Baxter Enid Harper, Mrs. F. C. Baxter, Ward harper, French Hoover and Reed Moore. Arthur Pifer and Clarence Barlow took the crowd in their cars.