April 29, 1965
Service bloom came out fast in the warm weather last week.
A hawk dived directly at the car carrying Mrs. Rogers and Junior Jackson to town Wednesday morning. Instead of hitting the car, it swerved into Swago Creek. The hawk was evidently an osprey or fish hawk; when it arose from the water and flew back over the car, it carried a large golden trout to its perch. A check on the stream showed that all the golden trout were gone.
This raises the question of whether it is right for man to interfere with nature by removing the protective coloring from its creatures and revealing them to their enemies.
Moser B. Herod, of Alexandria, Virginia, spent several days at his Lodge at Minnehaha Springs, last week.
Lee McMann and son, Michael, were fishing at Gap Mills over the weekend.
Mr. and Mrs. Lanty Rose and two sons, Greg and Bruce, from Betterton, Maryland, spent the Easter holidays with Mrs. Rose’s mother, Mrs. Carrie Morrison, at Lobelia.
Here for a few days this week were Mr. and Mrs. Tom Burns and sons, Jeffrey and little Christopher Thomas. They brought her mother, Mrs. Bertha Galford, home after a six weeks visit with them in Portsmouth, New Hampshire.
Mr. and Mrs. Ronnie Ball and little daughter, Kimberly Dawn, of Rowlesburg, visited her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Darrel Hansford, over Easter.
The winners of the golden Horseshoe in the State history and geography tests were announced last Thursday. The four top scorers in Pocahontas County were: Daniel Horne, Arbovale; Bonnie Crockett, Buckeye; Ann Mallow and Wesley McCune, Marlinton. These and 225 other students will be “knighted as Knights and Ladies of the Golden Horseshoe” in a special ceremony at the Capitol in Charleston May 7.
The seniors of Hillsboro High School will present their play, “No Boys Allowed,” on Friday evening, April 23, in the grade school auditorium at 8:00 p.m.
The members of the cast are as follow:
M. Midnight – Raymond Workman; Jane Baxter – Nadine Clutter; Victrola- Martha Dunn; Fred Dana – June Landis; Leroy Doyle – Billy Hall; Edwina Cook – Clara Kellison; Belinda Elliot – Linda McMillion; Nada Owens – Carolina Callison; Patsy Farrell – Drema Pritt; O’Brien – Donald McCoy; Keith Garland – Donald Walton; Harvey Smith – Eugene Dean; Mrs. Dana – Lennie Hickman.
Student Directors – Janet Landis and Barbara Switzer,
Prompters – Ronald Bruffey, Robert Wymer and Gerald Simmons
Stage Hands – Gary Hollandsworth and Lawrence Workman.
Sponsors – Mrs. Moore and Mr. Cobun
The play, a comedy, written by Donald Peyton, presents the tribulations of teenagers.
On Friday, May 7, the Senior Class will present a comedy-mystery in three acts, “Stranger in the Night,” written by Paul S. McCoy…
The play will be presented in the Green Bank Auditorium at 8:00 p.m. Tickets will be on sale at the door. Admission charges are 25 cents for students and 50 cents for adults.
The cast is as follows:
Sylvia Lee – Janie Bond; Mabel Crane – Connie Taylor; Grant Terry – David Hamed; J. T. Rutledge -James Hill; Velda Stevens – Donna McQuain; Clifford Newkirk – Sam Beverage; Nona Pollard – Donna Cover; Eddie Beach – Tom Lightner; Rose Jordan – Phyllis Burner; Sam Fisk – Jerry Turner; Marcella Bender – Mary Neighbors; Sandra King – Shirley Galford.
Born to Mr. and Mrs. William Barker, of Droop, a son, named Jackie Eugene.
Born to Mr. and Mrs. Roy Anderson, of Huntersville, a son, named Todd Allen.
Jessie Beckley Cook, 44, of Seebert; burial in the Oak Grove Cemetery.
Mrs. Ida McCauley Doerr, 86, widow of William F Doerr, and mother of Roy J. Doerr.
Mrs. lela E. May, of Lewisburg, a daughter of the late Otho and Emma McLaughlin Gum; burial in the Rosewood Cemetery.
J. Franklin Wade, 42, of Morgantown, drowned in a boating accident April 17 on the Tygart Valley River near Elkins. Mr. Wade was State Extension Program Leader – Safe use of Pesticides and Chemicals.
Report on Canoe Trip
I thought perhaps your readers might be interested in a field report of the canoe trip which my Boy Scouts made recently from Durbin to Marlinton.
We had nine canoes on the trip and 19 people. My own seventeen foot aluminum canoe acted as guide; Bob Balhatchet from Charleston rode sweep with a sixteen foot fiberglass boat.
We entered the water at the Route 250 bridge on the west fork and enjoyed a fast passage through a long double curve to its junction with the east fork. It was a sad thing to see the heavily polluted waters join the pure stream on which we rode.
The journey to Cass was fast and full of action; we covered the seventeen miles of river in just three and one half hours. The water is rough in spots with standing waves, “Haystacks,” two feet high. One rapid half way to Hosterman had to be examined from shore before running the course of heavy water between large boulders on each aide.
The river at Hosterman divides in many channels and these are made more difficult by overhanging trees whose branches tend to separate a paddler from his canoe.
We made camp Friday night in a grove of red oaks two miles above Cass. The occupants of two canoes had been dumped in the icy river during the course of the day, and everyone’s spirits were rather damp as we attempted to cook in the face of the cold wind which blew up the valley.
Saturday was a joy. It began with a warm morning sun and a hot breakfast followed by a quick trip to Cass. An hour was spent there examining the old lumber town and its mill. As we left the town and passed under the bridge, we had the usual number of spectators who never tire of speculating on how far we will get in one piece.
The run to Clover Lick was made in the bright sun of early spring. We spent the time observing wildlife and instructing the less experienced canoeist in the skills of white watering. The hollows were all full of water and one could see it cascading down over the rocks from hundreds of feet above.
We made camp at 2 p.m. since we were ahead of time, and after pitching tents, enjoyed a hike to the top of Thorny Creek Mountain. Two of the boys managed to flush a rattlesnake from his place in the rocks. Walking back to camp we saw a beaver dam and evidence of much cutting. Near this camp were the ruins of an old mountain cabin with the long furrows of the potato patch still in evidence.
Sunday was full of sunshine and frying bacon and the swift waters of the Greenbrier past our campsite; we launched our boats into the home stretch in high spirits.
The last bit of exciting water was the rip of current under the bridge at the tunnel; we didn’t quite make it. One boat slammed into the left pier broadside and was carried under and pinned by the force of water coming down upon it; the paddlers swam ashore unhurt. The canoe presented a special problem since it was now filled with water and weighed almost a thousand pounds. Such a boat often requires the combined strength of six men to slide it free of the obstacle to which it is held. Since the surrounding water was deep and cold we could not get close to it. Finally a volunteer succeeded in tying a rope to it and with the combined tugging of ten of us we hauled it free. We arrived in Marlinton a half hour late because of this mishap.
If I am to draw any conclusions from the experience they are briefly these:
The Greenbrier river is a broad avenue of pleasure cruising down the center of Pocahontas County from early April until mid-May for canoeists and campers. I would advise that no less than three boats make the trip and that they be accompanied by an experienced white water canoeist.
White water sport is one of the newest and fastest growing past times, and according to national sports writers, one of the five top sports for thrills. Since West Virginia is one of the best states in the east for white water streams several varied interests are attempting to form the West Virginia Wildwater Association. Our purpose it to promote and teach the skills of canoeing and kayaking. I would be glad to hear from anyone who is interested in such an organization.
Dr. Thomas E. King