Thursday, March 5, 1925
March came in with snow, rain, sleet and high winds Sunday and a cold wave Monday. February was unusually fine and open, with a fair sugar water run. The recent cold days will probably ensure more sugar weather. A lot of plowing was done this February.
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“Woody,” the small house dog of Miss Mildred Yeager departed this life Wednesday.
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Two degrees below zero at Marlinton by the government thermometer Tuesday morning, March 3.
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Born to Mr. and Mrs. D. C. Dean, near Marlinton, a daughter.
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Traffic on the Greenbrier Division was tied up Tuesday morning by a lot of freight cars at Watoga.
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The Williams and Pifer Lumber Company has begun operations on an extensive scale a large tract of timber land on Laurel Creek, which they recently purchased from West Virginia Pulp and Paper. This tract is estimated to cut eight million feet of lumber. This is one of the best tracts of timber left in the county. A large camp has been built and a force of about 60 men are at work.
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Garfield S. Grimes was down from Dunmore Tuesday to attend County Court and perform other business errands at the county seat. Mr. Grimes is a progressive farmer, and a member and supporter of the Farm Bureau. Last fall, he marketed fifty head of hogs. These hogs had the run of a cornfield and fattened themselves. Mr. Grimes finds that hogging down corn is a profitable way to harvest a part of his crop. The expense of husking and feeding is saved, and the field is fertilized. After hogging down, a field it is sowed to oats and grass.
THE OBSERVANT CITIZEN
A contrib dropped in yesterday to hand us a copy of a humorous letter received in Washington during the war. It was directed to “Mr. Headquarters, U. S. Armory,” and is as follows:
Dear Mr. Headquarters.
My husband was induced into the suface long months ago and I ain’t received no pay from him since he was gone. Please send me my elopements as I have a four months old baby and he is my only support and I kneed it every day to buy food and deep us enclosed. I am a poor woman and all that I have is at the front. Both sides of my parents are very old and I can’t suspect anything from them as my mother has been in bed thirteen years with one doctor and she wont take another. My husband is in charge of a spittoon. Do I get any more than I am going to get? Please send me a letter and tell me if my husband made application for a wife’s form to fill out. I have already written to Mr. Wilson and get no answer and if I don’t hear from you I will write to Uncle Sam about you and him both. Yours truly, Mrs. Paul Quinn. ~ Bath County Enterprise
MORE HISTORY
Mr. Editor;
As I am now the only living person from Greenbrier county who attended the trial of Mr. David S. Creigh in the spring of 1864, I wish to correct some statements made by Mr. Andrew Price in your paper of January 24th.
In November 1863, a day or two after the battle of Droop Mountain, there came to the home of Mr. Creigh a man dressed in a Yankee uniform, carrying a bridle in one hand and a heavy navy pistol in the other, saying he wanted all the valuables in the home and the fine horse that was in the stable.
He began by going through the rooms downstairs, and after spending some time there, he went upstairs and entered the sick room of Mr. Creigh’s daughter, who was very ill with fever. In this room was a trunk that belonged to Miss Davis, the governess, and while he was trying to open the trunk, Mr. Creigh came to the house and was told that a man was upstairs in the sick room trying to open the trunk. As soon as Mr. Creigh entered the room, the Yankee jumped up, a pistol in hand, and advanced on Mr. Creigh, saying, “I will kill you.”
Mrs. Creigh, who was sitting by the sick daughter, seeing the danger her husband was in, sprang behind the man and caught the pistol and pulled it back, and it went off, the ball went into his breast. At that time, he clinched Mr. Creigh and they all three went rolling down the stairs.
When they reached the lower floor, Mrs. Creigh and the man were both holding to the pistol, the man trying to kill her husband, and when he shot the second time, he struck himself in the abdomen. Just then, Mrs. James Arbuckle came into the hall. She sprang behind the Yankee, caught him by the ankles and pulled his feet from under him, and he was dead before they reached the front door.
The colored woman went for an axe, but when she got back, the man was dead. He had killed himself instead of Mr. Creigh. The neighbors came in and they put him in a dry well about a mile from the house…
To be continued…