Thursday, October 22, 1914
“We have naught but the kindliest feeling for President Wilson. We believe he is conscientious in what he is doing. We believe he is trying to do the right thing.” – Pocahontas Independent
Thanks for them few kind words. A Republican paper that is broad and honest enough to voice a conviction against political interest is a paper to be feared and is bound to have power and influence. We would like to make an agreement with such a worthy adversary to the effect that we put the facts before the voters and then allow the said voters to vote as they please. (They are going to do it anyway.)
“Advice unsought is cursed of God.”
We are a good deal of a fatalist in politics. When the country rises and marches to the polls, the puny efforts of biased politicians fade into insignificance. The drift is one way or the other and the efforts to change it are like shoveling sand against the tide of the ocean.
“A weapon that comes down as still as snowflakes fall upon the sod; but executes a freeman’s will, as lightning does the will of God; and from its force nor doors nor locks can shield you; ‘tis the ballot box.”
The up passenger train was wrecked just above Spice Run Tuesday morning. No one seriously hurt; traffic was tied up about six hours. The rails spread under the express car and it and the baggage and smoking car left the track and turned over against the side of the cut. Passengers in the smoker were badly shaken up, and a Mr. Gilliahan, who travels for Swift & Co., was struck in the stomach, but not seriously hurt.
We will give you a few items about this place as we consider it as important a place as any in the county and want people to know what is going on here.
Husking corn and picking apples are the principal occupations of the men.
Mrs. Jennie Sharp and little son, Edward, have just returned from Barbour and Randolph counties where they were visiting relatives and friends.
On October 17th a box supper was held at the Brady schoolhouse, the proceeds of which is to be used to purchase a library for the school, including supplementary books for all of the grades. Although it was a rainy evening a large crowd was present and quite a number of boxes were auctioned off to the highest bidder and sold at a good price. The sum of $22.25 was realized. To all who helped to make it a success, we extend our hearty thanks and trust that this spirit of helpfulness will continue throughout the term.
Dick, little son of W. A. Arbogast, had the misfortune to get his arm badly mashed by falling off a house. It is feared that it will cause him to have a stiff arm, being mashed in the elbow.
Several of the farmers in our neighborhood are taking their grain to the Dunmore mill.
C.O. Tracy has erected a dwelling on his farm and expects to move there soon. He says it doesn’t pay to rent.
The people of this community are generally well except Ellis Buzzard and he is improving slowly.
Shucking corn is the order of the day. Ellis Moore and his father had but eleven acres and raised sixteen hundred bushels of corn – the most that was ever raised to the amount of acres in the upper end of the county.
Lanty Rider and Russ McLaughlin are the champion corn shuckers. They average from seventy-five to one hundred bushels per day.
Dogs are still killing sheep in this community.
J. M. Miller died at his home near Mace, September 8, 1914, in the 78th year of his age, having been born December 10, 1836. Of his family, he is survived by his wife, Mrs. Lucy E. Miller, his two daughters, Mrs. J. S. Mace and Mrs. Martin Crummitt, his two sons, Joseph and Morley Miller. His oldest son, Stephen, is dead.
Miss Ella Jordan died October 19, 1914, at the home of her mother, Mrs. Frank Dilley, near Dilleys Mill, after an illness of nearly five years duration. She was a daughter of the late Wm. Jordan, of Elk. She is survived by her mother, her four sisters, Mrs. E. M. Smith, Mrs. Harlan Gibson, Misses Lou and Julia Jordan, her brothers, Robert and Frank Jordan. Her body was buried at the Dilleys Mill graveyard.
George K. Gay, of Buckhannon, departed this life on Friday morning, forty minutes after twelve o’clock (on Thursday night the 15th of October, 1914,) as peacefully and calmly as a child would drop to sleep on its mother’s knee, no death struggle at all visible. The Lord made his pillow soft as downy pillows are, thus indicating the care and keeping of His own. George K. Gay was born May 5, 1849, and at death was 65 years, 5 months and 15 days old, son of R. T. and Elizabeth Gay, long since deceased…Shortly before his death he directed that his burial suit in every item be collected together and laid in his room, and gave directions as to all the closing up business of his life…