July 29, 1915
Russell P. Wyant was over on the Creek last Saturday calling at Squire Penfield’s. Russell don’t get no smaller as time passes on, and the last time we seen him weighed, he tipped the beam at 310 pounds, avoirdupois. The fascination for Russell on the Creek is Miss Sally Penfield who is a pretty good chuck of a lady herself. There was something occurred on that visit that caused these good people some embarrassment. Your correspondent could not get Russell to talk freely about it, but rumor has it that while sitting in the parlor conversing with the fair one, the settee broke down. Your scribe don’t know whether the settee was occupied at the time or whether it fell on its own weight, but he has got his opinion. What broke the meeting up was because an old hen had her nest under the settee and was setting on her eggs and had evidently been setting there for about the appointed time. The old hen and the eggs were mashed as flat as a flounder, and the parlor carpet was seen a waving in the breeze on Monday. Come again, Russell, and have a seat on the chopping block. Blisterville, N. C. Record.
Think of the Hippo
A teacher of psychology in an eastern Indiana high school was discoursing to the pupils of her class on the subject, “love.” By way of illustrating a point in her lecture she said: “Love should not always be judged by the largeness of its demonstrations. Think what a kiss a hippopotamus could give.”
Not for Mr. Peck
“Wouldn’t you try to get a divorce from a woman who abused you and neglected your home and thought more of her club than she did of you?” thundered the big man. “I don’t think I would,” replied Henry Peck; “I am afraid Henrietta would not let me.” – Philadelphia Public Ledger
POLITICAL PRAYER MEETINGS
It is a sad day for Christianity when the church bells call the communicants together for a political prayer meeting. Such gatherings mark the high tide of religious political fanaticism; put bitterness into the lives of men; fan the flames of class hatred and destroy Christian influence in the community. The spirit actuating such meetings is anarchistic, un-Christlike and dangerous to both church and state.
TOP OF ALLEGHENY
Some of the farmers are trying to make hay, but they lack sunshine.
Frank Wilmoth was killed by a falling tree at Townsend’s camp, near Olive, [Mt. Lick] Monday, July 26th. A large spruce in falling had lodged in a maple, and in cutting this maple tree, it fell in an unexpected way, crushing him into the ground. Death was instantaneous, his head being bruised, his neck, back and legs broken. He was a son of the late Franklin Wilmoth, and was about 24 years old… Funeral services were held at Bartow church Tuesday morning, and his body laid to rest in the Wilmoth graveyard on Tuesday evening.
Fine hot days with occasional showers, making crops and vegetation grow to perfection.
Most farmers have finished stacking wheat, which was good crop.
Wool is still going up; if we don’t watch out it will go clear out of sight. Ho! ye republicans, who were so frightened and wanted to sell your sheep when good old Wilson was elected. Why are you so quiet now on the subject? Never before in your republican history did you get such high prices for your wool and lambs. Ho! where are you?
Durbin businessmen are greatly encouraged and think that business will be fine by the autumn months.
E. J. Kisner sold his stock of goods and rented his hotel property, known as the Commercial Hotel, to W. J. Jennings, a former restaurant man.
The Gypsies passed through Durbin, or rather our mayor invited them to leave town within one hour, and we heard no more of the Gypsies.
Wheat harvest is the order of the day. The crops are all good.
The teachers for our school have been appointed – Rev. Fisher, principal, and Miss Mayme Ginger, assistant.
We are having fine growing weather at this time, but bad hay weather. The hay is light but better than last year. Wheat and oat crops are fine. Worms working the corn, which will be a light crop.
Oh, yes, we will have our high school all OK. We hear the board will lay the levy soon.
Deputy Sheriff Ellis Moore was in town last Friday, giving invitations to court to some of our people.
We are looking forward with fond anticipation to the time our honorable County Court will give us a bridge over Northfork in our town, where it is so badly needed.
Sheriff Cochran returned on Friday from Moundsville and brought with him Arch Dilley, Max Curry and Wm. Kitchen, who are witnesses at the trial of Mrs. Max Curry this week.
W.P. Moore, of Knapps Creek, while hoeing corn some weeks ago, found a nice new silver half-dollar of the year 1833. Having a hole in it, he will wear it for a watch fob. The coin shows no sign of wear.
Born to Mr. and Mrs. Ira D. Brill, July 26, 1915, a daughter.
Guthrie McClintic, who spent some weeks at the home of his uncle L. M. McClintic, has returned to New York City.