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FORTY-SECOND YEAR. NO.
Spirit Liters
Wanted, For Sale, For Rent,
Lost, Found, and Miscel
laneous JNotices.
RATES—Five cents per line for
each insertion. No advertisement . "
accepted, for less than 25 cents.
FOR RENT\
House Apartments and Rooms.
9-11. 9-25 Olin Be4U, Agent.
FOR RENT.
Three Rooms. Apply at No. 4W. |
Main St. 9-11. -18
WANTED.
For as near nothing as it can be j ,
obtained, a good, big Second-Hand \ ‘
Heating Stove, one of the good, old
fashioned kind that will make old
“Jack Frost” feel as insignificant as
a snowball in hades. Inquire at The
Spirit office. tf
FOR SAEE.
A small Second-Hand Heating Stove
can be bought at a bargain at Th
Spirit office. tf.
“JUST TO HELP THE BOYS.”
The above expression was heard a
good many times during the past '
week bv the editor of The Spirit while f
soliciting advertisements for his paper, -
who had with him while solicting a ]
copy of an advertising schedule re- I
cently printed for the Frostburg Base
ball Club, on which was printed ad
vertisements aggregating a hundred
dollars or more in cost. Some of
those who advertised on the baseball'
schedule card when asked for an “ad”
for the new paper, made the state
ment that they didn’t see the necess
ity for advertising, but advertised on
the baseball schedule “just to help
the boys.”
Now, that was generous and all
right. It’s all right to help the boys,
for what would any town amount to
without the boys, God bless them, and
the sports they arrange for? A town
without the boys and healthful, re
freshing sports wouldn’t be fit to live
in. But how about a town without a
newspaper? A town as big as Frost
burg without a newspaper is such a
rare thing as to make it the butt of
ridicule in all towns , surrounding it,
and no town can afford to be ridiculed
and referred to in other communities |
as. aj’-yantiouated, mossbnok place de-.j.
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progress. And how can' a newspaper |
exist long without a liberal advertis
ing, job printing and subscription
patronage? It can’t, that’s all.
But The Spirit wants you not only
to advertise “to help the boys,” but
also to help yourself, your home paper
and your town. And furthermore,
don’t lose sight of the fact that Pete
Hivengood is also one of the boys.
He’s one of the boys who wants to
help your town by building up a good
live local paper here, and that will be
a benefit to every citizen, indirectly
if not directly. Come on with your
“ads,” if you believe in being pro
gressive and up to date. Help us to
put out a paper that indicates a pros
perous, progressive town, for by their
newspapers are towns judged. No
town can afford to have a local paper
sent out looking like the advance
agent of a graveyard, and hot air and
promises of support to come later are
cold comfort, It’s the fellow who
‘ deliver’s the goods” that we’re lo'ok
irg for; talk and promises of future
support pay no bills today. Come
with your support, and come now;
come p. dv q., whatever that means.
“The Spirit and the bride say come,”
. and if you have the proper spirit for
a good and yal Frostburger to have,
you’ll lose no time in coming to our
aid. If you haven’t got the Frost
burg Spirit, subscribe for it, and we’ll
give it to you.
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A WORD TO PROSPECTIVE
PATRONS.
Owing to th t poor condition of the
editor’s heal.h during the last week,
and the fact that much space in this
issue of The Spirit is devoted to' the
introductory matter, outlining the pa
per’spolicy, etc., which seemed to be
appropriate and in order under exist
ing conditions, the local news feature
of the first issue is not nearly up to
the standard that will soon be estab
lished and maintained. Just be a
little patient with and helpful to the
new editor, and you will soon notice a
big improvement in the' local news
service and all other departments of
The Spirit, and after you get accus
tomed to reading it, you’ll not want
to miss a single number.
No general distribution of sample
copies of The Spirit will be made
throughout Frostburg after this week.
While the initial number, owing to
matters beyond our control, is not up
to the standard of excellence we hope
to establish, yet we believe there is
enough in this issue to convince any
reasonable person that the paper will
be well worth the price and worthy of
your support. Anyway, it’s a mighty
small-souled, cheap sort of a citizen
that will not be public-spirited enough
to spare less than 3 Yz cents a week
(less than if paid yearly in ad
vance) to maintain a newspaper in
Ffostburg. It costs lots of money to
put out lots of sample copies, and
now is the time to subscribe. “He
who comes quickly, comes twice,”
and it costs him no more.
THE FROSTBURG SPIRIT
. 32 FROSTBURG, MD, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 1913
SALUTATORY.
FIRST EPISTLE OF PETER TO FROSTBURGERS.
Some Information Concerning the Latest Addition to Frostburg’s
Galaxy of Newspapermen—-Policy of the Frostburg Mining
Journal’s Successor Outlined—-Suggestions to
Prospective Patrons, Etc.
To the people generally, and to the trusty sons and daughters of Frostburg
especially, be they still dwellers among the beautiful hills and dells of
their native heath, or whether they have roamed far from their mountain
home', even beyond the snow-capped peaks of the awe-inspiring Rockies
or majestic Sierras; on land or sea, amid quiet rustic scenes or the hum
of the great cities and marts of the world; in every calling known,
whether in factory, mine or mill, or doing whatever work comes to their
hands, are these lines respectfully addressed:
An Itttrod action to the Editor and Family.
Being a stranger to a very large Majority of the people of Frostburg and
vicinity, even though a native of this county and state, I deem it not out of
place to give at considerable length some information concerning my past
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EDITOR LIYENGOOD AM) HIS BETTER NINE-TENTHS.
career, not only as an editor and publisher, but also as a boy and man. I
also deem it in order to give an outline of the objects and policies of The
Frostburg Spirit, successor to the Frostburg Mining Journal, whose plant
and business, including subscription list, accounts, good will, etc., I pur
chased at a good, “round” cash price some months ago, with the determina
tion to give the Mountain City a good, live newspaper, the one thing above!
all others that this big, hustling town is in need of at this time.
Believing that those who do not know me personally, but feel interested
in Frostburg’s latest newspaper venture, would like to see what sort of a
looking animal the editor of The Spirit is, I not only reproduce above a late
photograph of myself, but also true likenesses of my entire family. They are
all in the group picture, except the “little boy that died,” and he, too, is
before my vision as plainly today as on the cold, dreary day when we laid
him in his grave a score of years ago. And, dear friends, I have stood be
side other open graves, figuratively speaking, and heard the clods fall and
echo on my dead hopes, on unrealized ambitions. Among the most distress
ing of these disappointments was my inability to attend school just at the
time when the avenues of knowledge began to open to me and I had a yearn
ing for a higher education, but was compelled to work hard for a livelihood
instead of getting the schooling I so much longed for.
I, therefore, do not come before you posing as a classical scholar or a
man of more than very ordinary ability.
Palatial Mansion Where Editor Livengood Was Born.
In the imposing structure elsewhere shown, I first saw the light on
December 14, 1863. Of course, the house had windows in it at that time, for
not only did it serve as a residence for “Squire” Samuel J. Eivengood and
his large family, but it also served as his court room and cooper shop.
Father cultivated a large farm, taught the district school and dispensed
justice among his neighbors, also made their sugar-water keelers and butter
kegs. That was in the picturesque Cove settlement, about midway between
Accident and Keyser’s Ridge, in the Garrett county end of what was then
Allegany county territory.
Being amid such surroundings and environments, it is but natural that
as a boy I was one of the old-fashioned, hand-spanked kind—the kind that
usually make good When they grow up, in spite of the opportunities they
lacked in their youth.
My parents moved to Grantsville when I was about three years old, and
there, at the age of six years, I began to attend school. I was full of devil
ment and combativeness, but had no trouble to' keep pace with my fellow
pupils. However, my teachers nearly all walloped me good and plenty, for
in those good old days “lickin’ and larnin’ ” went hand in hand. I not only
had lots of “scraps” with my teachers, but also many phj'sical encounters
with my fellow pupils. My old friend and schoolmate, Ex-Sheriff Charles
• Wegman, formerly of Garrett county, but now a respected resident of this
E town, can testify to this, as he an<( I had many a battle royal when boys,
i and the outcome usually was, as the Dutchman said, “a half-dozent of de
; odder and six mit von.” Of course, I could easily lick Charley now, but those
i days it was “nip and tuck, and in most cases it was hard to tell who had the
, better of it, “Nip” or “Tuck.”
But perhaps I am getting too reminiscent, and so I will just say that
after my father had engaged quite successfully in farming and merchandis
ing at Grantsville for a period of seven years, he sold out there and moved
l to Salisbury, Pa., where he again engaged in the mercantile business. How-
E ever, a severe panic soon set in, and largely through his good-heartedness
: and misplaced-confidence in those who were unworthy of credit, he failed in
' business in 1877. X was then a lad of 13 years, and - from that date to this i
■ have more than earned my own living.
The education I managed to get was obtained principally in “the school
■ of hard knocks,” and by travel, reading, observation and association. The
■ balance of it was obtained in the public schools of Grantsville, Md., and
! Salisbury, Pa. My public school career came to an abrupt close when I was
yet quite young, owing to my father failing in business and a few years
l thereafter getting his life crushed out while laboring in a coal mine.
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EDITOR DIVENGOOD’S BIRTHPLACE.
The winter following his death was an exceedingly hard and bitter one
for my widowed mother and her minor fatherless children. I was the eldest
child at home, and I worked at the mines. The coal business was poor, and
I had only one or two days work per week at the mines. A portion of the
winter I put in at splitting rails for fences and at any other old thing I could
find to do to eke out an existence. I followed mine, lumber camp and farm
labor thereafter until I reached the age of 22 years, when I went to
Nebraska, took up the printing trade and soon thereafter became the owner
and editor of the Carleton (Neb.) Times.
After publishing that paper very successfully for several years, I shipped
the plant to Salisbury, Pa., having been urged strongly to do so by some of
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88 A- grizzled son of Frostburg who long was on the roam, . 88
0O Sat musing in a country far, his thoughts on youth and home. CO
OO His mind ran back to Frostburg, where he was born and bred, OO
§8 And once again he saw the forms of dear ones long since dead. 08
gg A- comrade who roamed with him and shared his lot each day, 0O
OO Sat list’ning to his muttering and heard him sadly say : OC
88 “Wisht I was back in Frostburg, fer it’s a town I like, 88
.gg The grandest and the best good town upon the famous Pike ! gg
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1 08 “Don’t know why I left'the place—best place upon this earth ! 88
: 88 Wisht I was there with mother now a-settin’ by the hearth ! gg
•gO Wisht I could be with daddy, too, grasp his hard, rough hand, OO
:08 And shake it to the music of the good old Arion Band ! 8c
gg Methinks I.see the sweetheart I loved when but a boy— gg
OO To clasp her to my heart again would thrill my soul with joy. Of.'
08 When thinking of old Frostburg, I feel that I must hike, 88
gg And settle down in Frostburg town, the best town on the Pike. gp
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•OO “Dad and mam did pine and die since I began to roam, 8,0
.gg And sweetheart, too, has passed away and sleeps beneath the gp
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I gg Playmates, some have wandered far, they are not living all, q 8
gg Yet back among my native hills I hear their voices call. gg
OO I seem to see the hills again, to feel the bracing air, Oc
gg My mind is on the forest dells and brooks that babble there. 88
gg I’m pining for old Frostburg, the place that I most liks, gg
OO For truly ’tis the dearest spot along the famous Pike. Or
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gg “I’m going back to Frostburg, for Frostburg do I pine, gg
OO For there it was that I was born in Eighteen Twenty-nine. Op
88 There I want to end my days, and there be laid to rest; ng
xg I want to start from Frostburg for the regions of the blest! gg
gO I’ll go back there again, if it’s only for to die”— OO
Oo But here the wand’rer’s voice grew weak, as he did faintly sigh : or
gg “I’m tired of this roaming, and I’ve resolved to hike, g£
QO And return again to Frostburg, to Frostburg on the Pike.” Q(
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8q Then the wand’rer’s eyes grew dim, his voice grew very weak, gg
OO And he smiled upon his comrade and sighed and ceased to QO
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oo speak. OC
gg The comrade tried to rouse him, but he was cold and dead, gg
OO And to the land of spirits his unfettered spirit fled. Og
OO Hut when he passed the gate to the realms of endless day, OO
gg His fellow spirits laughed out loud as this they heard him say : gg
gO “Aw take me back to Frostburg, the place that I most like, gO
Go Fer this here place ain’t in it with old Frostburg on the Pike.” Oo
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The Withering Kansas Drouth, j
Dr. D. S. Hager, formerly of Som
erset county, Pa., but now of Chicago,
recently took a trip through the
drouth-stricken section of Kansas, and
here is the word picture he paints of
it.
“It has been all-fired hot down here.
In the Western part no ram all sum
mer. Everything is dried up, and the
grasshoppers are again in evidence in
the South Central pa-'t. I have seen
thousands of acres of corn which has
all the leaves eaten off by the hoppers,
the stalks standing like broom-sticks.
! Strange to say, the hoppers do not
attack the Kaffir corn or cane, which
is not only immune to the hoppers, but
i also thrives in spite of the drouth. It
j is frightfully hot here—loo to 108.
To a Somerset county or Chicago man,
1 95 is hot, but 100 to 108 is fierce.”
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>1 BY P. L. LIVENGOOD.
.s Sing praise to the heroes who battle the waves,
• s 2? And praise ye the heroes on land —
Xy The bold who are tempted to premature graves, my
my Through the stress of a deed unplanned ! yy
yy A cup to the daring of'steeplejacks’ tricks— ey
Oh, toast him in rarest of wines ! , Sx,
ym But what of the men with the shovels and picks, 5%
yy The brave men who work in the mines ? 5y
m 2 There’s~danger where hoisting cars start on there round ; yy
There’s menace where cables are taut; y 5
PX And down in the ground where black diamonds are found, 0X
Px. The moments with danger are fraught. px
yy The firedamp’s a foe as it reaches the goal, yy
The blackdamp has evil designs ; my
yy Death takes heavy toll from the delvers in coal, yy
yy From the brave men down in the mines. yy
y* Fell treachery lurks in the rocks overhead; yy
yy There’s death in the live trolley wire ; yy
And often the mine is the miner’s deathbed,
Xp ’Mid gases, explosion and fire. Xp
yy -Yet goeth he forth to his work all his days, yy
And of fear he shows not a sign; PX
Px Sure, no other hero’s more worthy of praise, 5%
Than the miner down in the mine.
Xp You may sing of your warriors valiant and bold, Xp
yy And prate of the battles they won ; yy
yy And boast of the thousands they’ve left dead and cold,
yy The victims of sword and of gun. pX
- ,yy My soul sings of kings who have never been crowned, , yy
e yy For them lam penning these lines; yy
t Xp As bold, hardy heroes as any yet found my
yy Are the brave men down in the mines. y^
e yy So here’s to the men with the shovels and picks, A
1 yy For them let a blessing be prayed ; yy
n yy And a blessing upon their strong, manly licks, Jy
yy While plying there unselfish trade. XP
Xp ' Their labor is all for the good of mankind, yy
Devoid of all selfish designs; yy
Px And reverence should dwell in ev’ry man’s mind PX
i PX For the brave men down in the mines. yy
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WHOLE NUMBER 2,169
He Longs for The^ Spirit.
The Rev. A. Homrighaus, of Detroit,
Mich., in remitting- for this paper,
makes it known that he has a longing
for.The Spirit and expresses the wish
that it will be forthcoming soon.
Among other things his letter says:
“I have been a reader of the Mining
Journal since 1879, and because o.
this fact and attachments to its hon
ored, hoary editor, I thought I would
honor its successor, wishing you the
long career of your predecessor, and a
good living.”
The editor of The Spirit retui'KS,
thanks in behalf of Editor Oder, as
well as in his own behalf, to the Rev.
Mr. Homrighaus, who formerly resided
here and preached for the German
Eutheran congregation now presided
over by the Rev. P. G. Saffran.