Thursday, October 8, 1948
Prison Camp Stays
The good news this week is the positive word the Federal Prison Camp on Cranberry will remain with us indefinitely. It sure had us on pins when the word came that this institution was to be abandoned as of October 1.
Mr. and Mrs. J. E. McComb, of Poplar Flat, over in Burr Valley, brought in for identification a branch of Mountain Holly. It was packed with beautiful berries of brightest red!
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Henry Astin lives at the foot of Price Hill and in the mouth of Kee Hollow – the Red House. Recently he lost a couple of nice chicken hens – about three dollars worth of meat, not counting potential egg value. He blamed it all on dogs, too. The other Sunday, Henry was sitting at home, thinking no evil, when his attention was attracted by movement in the nearby forest. Out from among the trees stepped a fine big fox. The family shot gun was in reaching distance and there was one less chicken thief to roam the land. Henry was allowed a bounty of four dollars. While the pelt was still blue, it was beautifully haired and well furred.
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Oscar and Austin, the bear hunting Sharp twins, have mislaid their notch stick, and there is a bit of confusion in mind as to whether the bear they killed last week was number 15 or number 16 since they began to clean up on the sheep killers in April last past.
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A big old she bear came out of the Alleghanies to kill a lot of sheep for Lonnie Trainer, John Ryder and other neighbors on the head of Anthonys Creek. When the call came for the Sharps to bring their dogs, Oscar responded to the call. He had just had a couple of teeth pulled, and so he explained that he was in no shape to be overheated in a bear chase. There were plenty of volunteers to follow through after the dogs. One young Trainer was close behind the pack when the bear treed, and he shot him out.
The only regrettable incident of the hunt was a good bear dog getting himself bit by a rattlesnake. Fortunately, he was struck on the leg where his hair was thick and his hide tough. The fangs could not penetrate deep enough to kill. The good dog has recovered.
The young folks who have gone away to college from here this fall are: Misses Betty Ruth Conrad, Madison College; Lorraine Shears, Fairmont State Normal; Naomi Sutton, Transylvania Bible School; Robert Brown and Stanley Shears, West Virginia Tech.
Gene Allen Crist leaves October 21 to enter the Air Corps. He will go to Texas and later to Colorado to study aerial photography.
In a double ring ceremony performed by the Rev. Roger Melton, pastor of the Marlinton Presbyterian Church, Miss Gaynell Wagner, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Clyde E. Wagner, became the bride of Mr. Wilbur Curry, son of Mr. and Mrs. O. B. Curry, at 2 pm. Sunday, September 26, 1948, at the Marlinton Methodist Church…
To Mr. and Mrs. William Bowers, of Huntersville, a girl.
To Mr. and Mrs. Everett Wheeler, of Huntersville, a girl.
To Mr. and Mrs. Luther Beard, a son.
To Mr. and Mrs. Forest Dunbrack, of Marlinton, a girl.
To Rev. and Mrs. Elwood Clower, of Chesterfield, South Carolina, a son.
George Robert Patterson, aged 42 years, was shot and instantly killed in a hunting accident Saturday, October 2, 1948. The accident took place on the Allegheny Mountain, not far from his home near Greenbank… The funeral was held from Marlinton Methodist Church… His body was laid in the family plot in Mountain View Cemetery…
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W. B. Tallman, aged 54 years, died at his home at Cass October 1, 1948. On Monday afternoon his body was laid to rest in Bethel Cemetery near Durbin…
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Clifford Snyder, aged 58 years, died of a heart attack on the train at Marlinton September 29, 1948. On Saturday, his body was buried in the Cochran cemetery on Stony Creek. The deceased was a son of the late Harvey and Emily Middleton Snyder… He was a soldier in the first World War.
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Miss Maggie Ellen Burner Beverage, aged 81 years, died at the home of her daughter, Mrs. Jean Auldridge September 30, 1948. On Saturday, her body was laid to rest in the Durbin Cemetery…
The head of the bus company called in his new driver.
“You drive a bus all day today,” he stormed,” and didn’t have one customer? What happened?”
The driver shrugged indifferently. “I just didn’t have any passengers, that’s all.”
“You mean to say no one waved at you?”
“Oh, sure,” said the driver. “People waved at every corner, but I wouldn’t stop for any of them. “Why should I?
They didn’t notice me when I was out of work?”