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Mining SMS Journal.
J. BENSON ODER, Editor
FORTY-FIRST YEAR. NO. 46
I Sledding With 1
I By BRYANT C. ROGERS
On Castle street, at the corner of
Clay in the suburban village there Is
a steep hill descending for three
blocks and then crossing double rail
road tracks further. It is a good place
to slide down hill when the snow Is
packed. For a couple of years the rail
road company maintained gates and a
watchman at the foot of the hill, and
then they found it cheaper to fight
the death claims for the boys who
were killed by the passing trains. It
was always contributory negligence on
the part of the killed and crippled, and
the courts were lenient with the cor
poration.
It was said that two or three doc
tors had settled in the town because
of the many accidents at the Castle
Hill crossing, but it is only fair to say
of young Dr. Rush that he was ig
norant of localities when he hung out
his sign. He had secured his diploma
as an M. D., and he had to settle down
somewhere to establish a practice. He
selected Greenleaf in June, and there
he was when the snow came, and he.
hadn't earned his salt. . He was for
tunate enough to have a rich mother,
however, and he wasn’t worrying a
great deal.
Three blocks from Castle Hill lived
the Warrens, and the Warrens were
known through little Nan, their only
child, as much as from any other
source. As a girl of 12 she was called
handsome, cute, cunning, and lots of
other things. She was a young lady
when she wished to be, and a romp
and tomboy on other occasions. She
knew of the hill; she knew of the
trains; she knew of the danger. And
yet she had been found one winter’s
night when she was 11 years old lead
ing the procession of 50 sleds down
the hill and over the tracks.
When Doctor Rush had been in
Greenleaf three months he was called
to the Warren house to bind up a cut
finger for Miss Nan. She had been
practicing throwing the tomahawk in
the back yard. As a doctor attending
his first patient, the young man should
have looked and acted very dignified
and demanded that Miss Nan stand in
awe of him. But the contrary was
the case. It was a case of mutual
like, and when he left the house and
the cut finger behind the girl said to
her mother:
“Aunt Irene is coming to visit us
this winter, and I’m going to have her
marry Dr. Rush.
"W-h-a-t!”
"She ought to have married that
rich fellow in Fall River, and I heard
you tell pa so.”
don’t think you ever. heard
anything of the kind. Even If you
did it’s not for you to talk about such
things.
“But Aunt Irene has got to marry
somebody, hasn’t she?”
“No. She may marry, but she hasn’t
got to.”
“But it will be nice if I have a man
picked out for her. It will save time,
and then he’s a doctor besides. He’ll
doctor us all and not charge a cent.
There are lots of things going to ail
me, and I don’t want pa to have to pay
a big doctor’s gill.”
Aunt Irene wasn’t an old maid, as
the title would seem to imply. On
the contrary, she wasn’t 20 years
old yet. She could have been aunt
and not been ten. She arrived on her
visit at Thanksgiving time, and it was
to find Miss Nan looking very impor
tant and mysterious. There had been
no further conversation between the
child and mother on the subject of
marriage, but one party had cultivated
Dr. Rush for the last two months. One
dressing was sufficient to insure a
cure for the cut finger, but Miss Nan
had hunted up the doctor’s office to
have the wound looked after three or
four times. Then she had dropped In
to see if there was a bug in her left
ear, and to see if her heart was all
right, and to ask if riding down hill
on a’ sled at a gee-whiz gait thinned
out the blood and brought on con
sumption. Dr. Rush understood her
fairly well up to a certain point, and
they became good friends.
The point he overlooked in Miss
Nan was her ulterior motive. Young
as she was, she had set out to make
a love-match, and she wanted things
ready against the arrival of her aunt.
She studied the doctor as deeply as
.re did her, and the conclusion arrived
at was:
Aunt Irene may get scalded tak
ing the tea-kettle off the stove —she
may fall from a tree she may go
bumping down the cellar stairs, and it
will be handy to have a doctor in the
family. The money she'd have to pay
out will buy her a set of mink furs
every winter. And then he sings, and
is a good talker, and he has a gold
watch and likes to go to the moving
picture shows. Oh, yes—l shall
strongly advise aunty to marry him.”
For two days after the arrival of
the “condemned” the marplot carried
that I-know-something-great in her
looks and attitude. Then the strain
became too great for human endur
ance, and she took Miss Irene up
stairs to the spare bedroom, and
after locking the door and pulling
down the shades proceeded to an
nounce:
“Well, aunty, it’s all settled.”
“What do you mean?”
"He’s worthy of you.”
“Who?”
“And you might have looked and
schemed and planned for five years,
and not found his equal.”
“Nan Warren, will you tell me what
you mean!” demanded the aunt as she
gave the child a shake. I
'“Dr. Rush.”
"What about Dr. Rush?” |
“Cured my finger when I cut It with i
a tomahawk.”
“But what has that got to do with
me?”
“You are going to fall in love with
and marry him. I’ve got it all ar
ranged for!”
Explanations were demanded and
given, and then Miss Nan’s mother
consigned her to a dungeon as pun
ishment. That is, she was forbidden
to step foot out doors for the week to
come, and her allowance of chocolate
bars was reduced. In trying to do
the right thing she had made a mud
dle. She had planned that when her
aunt arrived Dr. Rush should be in
vited to the house socially, but of
course this was out of the question
now. Suspecting that the young girl
had gone further than she was ready
to admit, Miss Irene must of course
hold the doctor at arm’s length.
On the morning of the day that the
prisoner's sentence expired it began
to snow and kept it up all day. When
night came there were four or five
inches of snow an Castle Hill, and the
boys had sledded for two hours. Dr.
Rush had wandered that way, and
when challenged by the boys, had
taken the risks. A boy was stationed
at the foot of the hill to give notice
of the coming trains, and all was go
ing merry as aunt and niece arrived.
The former knew nothing of the dan
ger—the latter was just dying for a
gee-whizz ride. A sled was borrowed
and down the hill went aunt and niece.
One ride was not enough. Although
Miss Nan had not yet caught sight of
the doctor, he was going down two
minutes ahead of them. That brought
him walking back, and half-way up the
hill when he saw a sled coming, and
at the same instant there were cries
of alarm from the tracks below. An
extra was rolling in. The coming
sled was bound to strike one of the
cars if not diverted.
Dr. Rush had three seconds in
which to act. He threw himself
down in the path of the sled, and as it
struck him it tipped over and its bur
den and the doctor were rolled to
within a foot of the iron wheels. He
was the only one hurt. Nan recog
nized him in an instant, and started to
cry out, but checked the exclamation
and said to her aunt:
"He did it for us and saved our
lives. We must take him to the house
and care for him and learn who he
is. My, but isn’t he a hero!”
"He certainly is.”
Dr. Rush wasn’t sent away to the
hospital when his identity was discov
ered nor yet a month later, when his
broken and mended ribs permitted
him to sit in an invalid’s chair. Miss
Nan was no nurse, but she was a good
hand to keep track of things, and one
day she found herself winking at her
self and saying to herself:
"I didn't count on snow, hill, sled
and train to help bring things about,
but they just came because I
wanted a doctor for an uncle and hus
tled things up. Gee, but I can be
sick every day in the year now if I
want to!”
Days of the Pony Express.
The pony express service was estab
lished in 1861 to carry mails between
St. Joseph, Mo., and California. The
first of these daring riders left St
Joseph on April 2 of that year, and
the 2,000 miles of desert, plain and
mountain wild was covered by the re
lay of mounts In just twelve days—
a perfect marvel of speed in those
days.
The arrival of the first pony express
at Sacramento on April 13 was hailed
by throngs of pioneers with a mighty
chorus of cheers. It was a memorable
day in the history of their far-off land,
and they cheerfully paid the toll of
$5 each for the letters carried in the
rider’s pouch. Small wonder that
these hardy state makers rejoiced at
this revolution, for weary months ot
waiting for news of loved ones back in
"the states’ had come to an end.
This first express rider brought mo
mentous news of the pioneers. He
was the bearer of reports of an im
pending war of the states. But to
them we are told that of vastly great
er importance was the thunder of
hoofs that told of the realization of
the dream of years.
Colonel Cody (Buffalo Bill) was one
of the first relay of pony express rid
ers, and it was in this service that he
first earned fame. Along the perilous
route he soon came to be known” as
"Bill” Cody, despite the fact that he
was then a mere stripling of fourteen
years. He was soon recognized as
one devoid of fe,ar.
One Way to Get Auburn Hair.
It has been found that the way to
obtain auburn hair is to get a job in
a soda ash manufactory. A new soda
ash plant started abroad employs
many men in the processes of chang
ing the salt as it comes from the
huge veins which underlie the local
ity. When these men went to work
they wore hair that ranged from the
light blond of the natives of northern
Europe to the dark and shiny locks
that grow upon the heads of other
• races.
Gradually it was noted that the hair
of the blond men was assuming a
. golden tinge and as time wore on the
golden hue deepened until now the
■ hair ranges through all the shades of
red from a golden auburn to a fiery
red. The change from the brown hair
of some of the men to the reddish
tinge appeared to be slower, while
the black hair resisted longest, but
now virtually every man who has
I worked in the plant more than a year
can truly say that his hair is red.
Mustaches and beards have been af
fected the same way.
FROSTBURG, MD, SATURDAY, AUGUST 10, 1912
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) The Road to Frostburg
“O, the East is East and the West is West,” I I
But the city crowning the mountain’s crest —
(Wealth and culture and brave renown
For a hundred years have graced the town) — s ]
She knows no caste and she draws no line — c;
My children once are forever mine !
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But the bird of passage is welcomed, too, f*
No matter how far, or which way he flew ; g-
Hospitable hand outstretched, she waits ir
For the weary stranger within her gates ; b
Siste , viator ! but who shall say
You may not climb up some other way ? a
P
You shall take the trolley—if so you please ; n
Or a motor-cycle, and ride at ease ;
Or follow the turns of “Old Hunchy’s” track,
As we did in the days so far, far back ; g
Or wake the echoes of the early 7 morn A
• With sweet, wild notes of a tally-ho horn ; c:
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Or, with pilgrim staff, you shall hike, nor feel
To envy a neighbor his automobile ; a
By team or by steam, or the “broomstick” train ; v
By riding, or gliding in aeroplane— n
O, these are the ways to arrive betimes S1
When Frostburg ringeth centennial chimes ! H _
May she let her light shine for a hundred more,
Known and honored the wide land o’er ! I
For “the East is East and the West is West,” ■ -N
But “the ’burg” is home and you love it best ! W
if So, when you are bidden, arise and go R
/I In the time when the August lilies blow ! t:
August 2, 1912. JF t\
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| Welcome Home! j? ;
We read with boundless pleasure j
Each precious epistle treasure yx
J* Published from time to time. JJ t
XX These responses are esthetic — XX 1
In language most poetic, (} *-
And hail from every clime. jy g
The cause of all this writing J
yy Is the good old town’s inviting jy
yV All her scions—young and old, XX s
yy To the initial observation yx 1
XX Of her centennial celebration — yy
U Recounting achievements manifold. Xy ]
yx yy *
yx And the many who are yearning Jr *
yy For the good Old-Home returning XX
xj Are the jewels highly prized. 1
yV If the call that’s been extending JJ 1
Xx Will cause much homeward wending, XX
yX We’ll be glad we advertised. \
yy The Home-Coming invitation XX
yy Is true love’s reciprocation, X
jy Extending from sire to son. JJ 1
XX There’ll be a demonstration XX 1
When relation meets relation—
jy All glad to be at home! jy |
Then with one accord we’ll come XX
yy With a united welcome home— jy
XX Bringing the band. XX i
yy We’ll march down to the station 1
JJ And with joyful acclamation jy 1
Xy Extend the glad hand. X 1
jy There’s oa£ thing that may happen, yj j
Xy And the old town’s ardor dampen, XX
{jy That would give us pain.
jy It makes our hearts beat faster jy
yX As we think of the disaster X
0\ In the event of rain. y£
yX Eet us not be apprehensive, XX
xy xy
yX But work on the defensive— yx
yy Take things as they come. yj
xy Eet our absent ones remember— Xy
XJust one week before September yy
Tfrere’s a “Welcome Home !” jy
Xy Henry F. Cook.
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Western Maryland Railroad.
The tour over the road on the Ist
inst. gave great satisfaction to the
officers-in-chief.
On that clay freight traffic was
opened by the authorities of the road,
while, actually, the B. & O. R. has
been operating it since the fall-in of
Sand Patch tunnel.
Tuesday, October Ist, is understood
as the date for opening of passenger
traffic.
Firemen’s Day.
A street parade, picnic, reel-races
and drills make up in general the pro
gram for Firemen’s Day—Wednesday,
28th inst., with Junior Order Park as
the radius.
Invitations have been sent to De
partments in Salisbur3%
and Somerset, Pa.; Piedmont, W. Va.,
Frederick, Westminster and Hagers
town, this State; Westernport, Dona
coning, Midland, Mt. Savage and ]
Cumberland, this county, with the
statement that prizes will be offered
for drill excellencies, race winnings |
and greatest number in line, etc.
A display of the town’s water-pres- J
sure will also be made.
The Journal is informed that the
Firemen intend making a show that
I will not be the least of the Home- 1
| Coming series.
an independent newspaper
Bosses and Hosses.
Yennie Rogers bane a boss;
So bane Sallie Thompsing ;
Yen. Chambers bane a hoss,
An’ so bane S. B. Yohnsing.
The Eckhart Philosopher.
Order of Owls.
A large charter membership for the
Order of Owls is now under enrol
ment here by National Organizers A.
O. Burlew, S. H. Uandon, and Deputy
Organizer George D. Hamill.
The Order of Owls enjoys the dis
tinction of being one of the most pro
gressive social and fraternal Orders
in the United States.
It has 1,800 local Nests and a total
membership of nearly 250,000.
The local Nest pays sick and acci
dent benefits of $6 a week. SIOO death
benefit, and gives free medical atten
tion to members and their families.
The Supreme Nest maintains an
Orphans’ Home, Home for Aged Mem
bers, a Sanitarium, and a Widows’
| Pension Fund for the support of the
j widows and children of deceased
I members.
The local Nest at Frostburg has a
charter list of 125 of the best people
in the town, and new Nests will soon
: be installed also at Uonaconing, West
ernport, Piedmont and Keyser.
<? 1882 1912 T
f THIRTY YEARS AGO. f
j The Items Below Were Current During Y
jr\ Week Ending August 19, 1882. C*
Thursday morning, August 17, 1882,
ire was discovered in the mouth of a 1
dope, near Vale Summit station, oc- <
lasioning considerable alarm among
:he people and to authorities of the
Consolidation Coal Company. It was 1
feared in the one case that the stabil- 1
ty of the surface might be endan- ;
jered; in the other that much coal
night be lost. The fire started years
oefore in Spruce Hill mine.
Ransom T. Powell, of Eckhart, was i
ippointed a Clerk in the Pension De- i
partment at the instance of Congress- i
nan M. G. Urner.
The Arion Band serenaded Miss
Mary McKelty, of Pittsburg, Pa., at
the residence of her hostess—Miss
Sophia Smeltz, Saturday evening, ,
August 12th. The band enjoyed re
liprocal service of refreshments by
Miss Smeltz.
Wednesday, August 16, 1882, Mrs.
Elizabeth Wright, of this place, died,
iged nearly 93 years. She was born :
very near the Braddock Road. The
nearest relative bereaved was a twin
sister—Mrs. Susan Wright, relict of :
tier husband’s brother.
A Former Pastor Coming.
Rev. V. F. Schmitt, pastor of St.
Michcel’s Church over twenty years
ago, now of a church in Washington,
D. C., writes—
“l have received a number of invi
tations to visit Frostburg and take
part in the centennial celebration of
the foundation of the Mountain City
of Allegany county.
“So far I have not responded, but
this being the last day of July, I think
I should now make grateful acknowl
edgment.
“I thank the Committee, therefore,
for the invitation, and if nothing shall
happen to prevent I shall be only too
glad to be present, particularly if I
can add anything pleasing to the fes
tivity of the occasion.
“I knew well Mrs. Catharine Frost
—a fine, venerable lady, but did not
know Mr. Meshach Frost, who died a
few years before my going to Frost
burg.
“When Mrs. Frost died I permitted
Mr. Frost’s body to be removed from
the Mt. Savage cemetery and buried
in front of St. Michasl’s Church —on
the spot where they located in June,
1812, after their marriage.
“She often told me that she boarded
the men who built the National Road
up the mountainside on which Frost
burg now stands.
“Mrs. Frost was one of those who
generously aided me when I built St.
Michael's Church between 1868 and
1870.
“I was much pleased to read the
statement that the Committee had
bought 100 old army rifles to place in
the hands of young men and carried
in the parade. It reminds me that
long before 1 became of age, and be
fore I completed my studies in Balti
more, I carried an army rifle in Com
pany B, 100th Regiment, Pennsylvania
Volunteer Infantry, and as we, when
discharged, were allowed to carry
home our battered muskets, I, like
many others, sold mine in Pittsburg
for $7. I would now give S7O to get it
back for a memento of the war and
my own humble service.
“I could hope, therefore —against
hope, however, that my own old trusty
rifle can be found among the Frost
burg 100, bought for $1.50 each.
“These guns, though, must be
breech-loaders, while ours were muz
zle-loaders, and it took a long time,
comparatively, to load one.
“I never threw my gun away, while
many others, hard pressed, dropped
their arms and took to their heels. I
carried it at Gen. Eee’s surrender,
April 9, 1865, while guarding an am
bulance in which there were five Con
federate Generals, waiting for their
paroles to be written, signed and is
sued.
“Since I have been here in Wash
ington I have learned that my Regi
ment is enrolled in the ‘Gist of Honor,’
of which there are only 44 of almost
4,000 regiments organized during the
war. These 44 regiments lost over
one-half killed or mortally wounded in
battle.
“But, back to the celebration.
“It costs money to celebrate like you
will this year, and to show my appre
ciation of the honor done in inviting
me, I enclose check in sum of $25 —to
i help pay expenses, especiallj' the cost
of the 100 rifles.”
The Journal at once turned the
check over to W. E. G. Hitchins, com
mittee financier, who expressed the
j whole town’s appreciation of a contri
bution at once so large and unexpect
ed in terms of great applause of Fa
ther Schmitt’s liberality.
Assessment Too Low.
A woman in Pittsburg, Pa., was
j awarded, by a jury, the sum of $4,480
for the loss of her big toe.
At that rate the loss of all her toes
would have cost $14,688, a sum the
American would probably decline to
take for an enure foot in Cumberland.
The Little Budding World.
If the stroller wants to see two
| beauty-spots he should—
1, Perambulate Broadway, north
] west side, and when he reaches Mayor
J. J. Price’s residence look over the
fence at the flower-beds and see a
I variety of blooms that taken alto
gether, present a beautiful sight.
Then—
2, Walk down Frost avenue and
j look at the display on the other side
of the residence—more extended and,
| therefore, more beautiful.
The Mayor and his little family have
put in much time and work on these
beds, but they are richly rewarded in
\ the beautiful and fragrant outcome.
It is to be hoped they can keep the
! display as pretty as it is now until
! after Home-Coming Week.
The telephone system was extended
to Borden Shaft, and workmen were
engaged on a line to Mt. Savage.
Mrs. William Bowlin, aged 74 years,
died Wednesday, August 16, 1882,
near Petersburg, Pa. One of her
seven bereaved children was Mrs.
William Thomas, of this place.
Owen Evans, a former hotel pro
prietor in Frostburg, was elected a
member of the Executive Committee
of the Blaine Club, Youngstown, Ohio,
composed of Welsh citizens.
A story was told of a Lonaconing
preacher who had a stranger to of
ficiate for him one Sunday.
Next day he met one of his congre
gation and asked—
“ Well, Sandy, how did you like
yesterday’s preaching?”
The minister was complimented by
the following reply:
“It was a grut deal owre plain and
simple for me,” replied Sandy; “too
many so. I like preachen that jum
bles the judgment and confounds the
sense. Od, sir, I never saw ane that
could come up to yoursel at that!”
The Brick-Paved Street.
They took a few new bricks,
And they took a little tar,
With various ingredients
Imported from afar.
They hammered it and rolled it,
And then they went away—
They said they’d laid a pavement
That would last many a day.
But they came with picks and smote it
To lay a water-main,
And then they called the workmen
To lay it back again.
To run a railway cable
They took it up some more ;
And then they laid it back again
Just where it was before.
They took it up for conduits
To run the telephone,
And then they laid it back again
As hard as any stone.
The3 T took it up for wires
To feed the ’lectric light;
And then they laid it back again,
Which was no more than right.
O, the pavement’s full of furrows ;
There are patches ev’rywhere ;
You’d like to ride upon it,
But it’s often that you fear.
It’s a very handsome pavement—
A credit to the town ;
But they’re always diggin’ of it up,
Or layin’ of it down.
Arithmetic —New Style.
“I am not much of a mathematici
an,” said the Cigarette, “but I can
add to a man’s nervous troubles.
“I can subtract from his physical
energy.
“I can multiply his aches and pains.
“I can divide his mental powers.
“I can take interest from his work,
and—
“l can discount all his chances for
success.”
One of the Greatest Events.
“The Heroes of ’76,” once given
here by town talent, the Journal said
“should be given again.”
And so it will be—Wednesday even
ing, 28th inst., under auspices of the
Executive Committee, Home-Coming
Function, proceeds to go into the
Home-Coming fund.
Prof. Richard Harris will direct the
programme and the cantata, of de
cidedly dramatic cast, will be appro
priately staged and the impersonators
prettily costumed.
Cast as follows:
Farmer of Auburn—
Dr. J. C. Pfeiffer, Bass
Rodger, the Farmer’s Son—
S. R. Tiddy, Tenor
Allan, Captain of Minute-Men—
Griffith Hughes, Baritone
Uncle Eph, the Village Gossip—
Owen G. Porter, Tenor
Anna, a Village Maiden, Betrothed
to Roger— Mrs. Conrad Hohing,
Soprano
Ruth, the Farmer’s Daughter—
Miss Sadie Price, Soprano
The Farmer’s Wife—
Mrs. H. G. Evans, Alto
Clover, a Negro Servant —
Thomas G. Porter, Fluto
A mammoth chorus will accompany
that of 32 masculines—2o tenors and
12 bass, and 52 feminines—l 6 altos
’ and 36 sopranos—B4 voices in all.
Miss Nellie V. Betz will be the piano
accompanist.
’ It is believed by some that this can
' tata should run two evenings, so that
! those failing to get standing-room the
first may secure seats for the second
evening.
A Plea That Should Not Be Heeded.
In concluding a defence of “the
cow at large in town” the Cumberland
Times bureau says—
“ There are other things more in
need of police regulating than the
friendly, useful family cow.”
| What the “other things” are is im
' material to the cow issue.
So also the fact that “the family
cow” is not only “useful,” but
“friendly.”
Moreover, she is not only “friend
ly,” but neighborly—if she can climb
) a garden fence.
In this event, she ceases to be “use
- ful”—to the owner of the fence.
r The Journal has long held that the
; owner of the non-trespassing garden
i should not be required to “fence”
- against the owner of the trespassing
. cow, and that a town without fences
on this account is far lovelier than
1 one where every citizen must mar his
2 premises by enclosures—even sightly,
, especially unsightly.
More than this, it is unfair to very
2 many tax-payers to impose two ex
e penses upon them for building costly
i streets, and then let some defile them
by driving cows to and from pasture,
e The cow in town is a bar to much
1 improvement, and she should be exiled
to her true home—in the country.
HENRY P. COOK, Manager
WHOGE NUMBER 2,131
The Mountain City And Its
Home-Coming Week.
Gaurkl Hill, Md. August 9, 1912.
To the Mining Journal.
Although full two weeks before or
ahead of the great fete the white-wing
squads are busy washing the city’s
face and brushing it up thoroughly to
welcome the wanderers throbbing
with carnival spirit.
I have again responded to a kind in
vitation extended me by my old
friend, Col. Dillon, whom I learn is on
the Committee of Public Comfort—the
right man in the right place, for when
McGuire, McCardell, Charlie Wright,
Port Shaffer, Will Carney, Fritz
Mayer, and even myself—get worn
out, he, above all others will see to it
that we are placed upon a comfortable
couch and fondled with the same care
a fond mother would bestow upon a
sleeping babe.
Yes, I have again come to the city
and am wandering up and down its
streets, gazing at the tons of bunting
and thousands of gay shields and
flags which bedeck the buildings on
every side, and if I am not arrested
for moping, every house-top and bal
cony in this Mountain city will bow in
humble submission to Judge Cham
bers’ justice and greatness, for the
gang will all be here, and we are go
ing to “do” the town we came from.
More peanuts will be sold by King
Kenny on that occasion than any
previous one, for before the sun is
down the band will play the promen
ade start, and street-venders begin
to collect the load of shells, papers,
and other debris which will tell of the
passage of a carnival crowd.
The committees have nearly all
completed their work, and did it well,
after having gotten rid of the Jack
of-All Trades, the Grand Past-Master,
High Mogul, Gord Exalted Ruler of
Everything He Undertakes. The ones
who do not merely one thing at a time
but ten things, and each of them bet
ter than you or I could do. Such peo
ple love to adorn their own classic
brows after having made Demosthenes
look like a full-hand, Cicero a back
number, and Bourke Cochrane a Has-
Been.
Thanks, a thousand times, to the
noble women, who so generously went
to work, and who devoted their prec
ious time to make the Home-Coming
the success it will be!
Thanks, I say again, to those noble
ladies who so strenuously labored day
and night on their elaborate decora
tive designs—to warn all others that
the big opening-day is near at hand.
Thanks to Mr. H. V. Hesse for his
generosity and willingness to explain
and instruct all eastern visitors on all
questions pertaining to the city’s
principal industry and its pre-historic
formation from the blossom of Con
solidation Coal at the roots of the
grass to the day the best steam-pro
ducing coal in the world is placed on
board a B. & O. hopper and consigned
to it’s destination.
Thanks to Mr. George Stern for
generously stating to all those who
come to help us celebrate our city’s
birthday that he has provided for their
personal comfort in the way of offer
ing the freedom of his rest-rooms,
checking-rooms, and toilet-rooms—
whether you come to buy, to look, or
to rest—you are equally welcome!
Get us analyze the Home-Coming
more closely, more intimately—in
keeping with our progressive Moun
tain City.
Awake, those of you who sleep and
look around! Frostburg is a veritable
theatre of mining activity. It unfolds
. daily an army of wage-earners and a
host of full dinner-pails. Its drone
element is always sleeping, dreaming
of the future that is to come, but con- '
tributing nothing towards it. It is
1 ever ready to enter the hive of indus
■ try when the busy bees bring in the
honey.
But to the foresight and shrewd in
: telligence of Frostburg’s early settlers
’ is due the blessings we enjoy to-day.
: The fathers are coming, the moth
ers are coming, the children are com
’ ing—all again to enjoy and breathe
' the life-giving air of our lovely moun
' tain heights, tempered with the rust
’ ling breezes of our “lowlands-low.”
This tonic air sends the blood ting
ling through our veins and a bouyant
state of health promotes a higher in
’ telligence and happier consciousness.
All of these mental and physical quali
ties—if 3 T ou please, have a direct bear
ing upon our city and its Home
: Coming.
On the opening-night the most beau
r tiful and wonderful effects possible in
fire-works will portray the beauty of
the historic night 100 years ago when
5 old pioneer Meshach Frost and his
sturdy band encamped near the place
3 where he afterwards built his home,
watched the sun set, and the moon
3 rise—over the site of the city he was
to found the following day.
3 I have not seen the full program
7 and cannot say more; therefore, I
must stop right here and thank the
3 city fathers and hard-working com
mittees for washing the city’s face,
3 and if the gang is all here, I will give
a written guarantee that we will wash
" its feet. The Man In The Woods.
" A Western Trip.
1
Frank A. Wolf hope, Grand Knight
of Cumberland Council, No. 586,
. Knights of Columbus, well-known here
as teacher of the Commercial Depart
! ment, Beall High School, left Thurs
-1 day of last week for Colorado Springs,
Col., to attend the National Conven
-1 tion of the Order, which convened at
e that place Monday.
Side-Step.
f “In the interest of accurate local
t history,” Hon. George A. Pearre
wrote in a letter Friday of last week to
~ the Baltimore Sun.
13 The colonel must be “going out of
fashion.”
Teachers’ Institute.
e
n Dr. M. Bates Stephens, State Super
” intendent of Public Education, has
g announced the program for the teach
s ers’ institutes this year in the coun
n ties of Maryland, and the instructors
s assigned from the Mayland State
', Normal School, Baltimore, and the
Frostburg Normal School,
y Joint institutes will be held by the
c- teachers of Charles, Montgomery,
y Prince George’s and St. Mary’s, in
n Washington, D. C., Sept, 2-6, and one
:. of the instructors assigned to this
h meeting is Miss Hannah A. Coale, a
d j member of the incoming facult3' of the
I State Normal School, this place.