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§ The Leading
8 Weekly Newspaper of Allegany
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FORTY-SECOND YEAR. NO. 35
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f THE CUB’S COLUMN, j
♦ Eittle Editorials and News Items *
T by the Junior Editor—W. S. ?
J EiVengood, Jr., aged 13. I
The ball game between Piedmont
and Frostburg, which was played
here last Sunday, was won by Frost
burg by a score of 3 to 1. The bat
teries were—Piedmont, Kenney, and
Daily; Frostburg, Allen, and . Ryan.
They all played a good game.
Frostburg and Cumberland are a
tie for first place, with Midland sec
ond, Piedmont third, and Barton, as
usual last. The race for the pennant
is going to be a close one, Cumber
land having climbed from fourth place
to a tie with Frostburg for first,'' by
winning eight straight games.
I finished a hatrack last Tuesday in
the Manual Training Department of
the school I attend. It was the first
thing I made in that department, and
I think the next tiling I make will be
a tierack. I like manual training
very much, although I am no great
hand at making anything.
The Boy Scouts have gone into their
club room for the winter, which is
about all the Scout news for this
week, except that we got a new punch
ing bag, the old one being too light
for some of our heavy hitters, and so
it was given to the Seaton Indians.
.Here is a good story I recently came
across:
An English bank clerk who imagin
ed that no one was as clever as he,
was on a visit to his aunt, who lives
in a village in Ireland. It w,as this
young man’s greatest pleasure to hold
up “Pat” to ridicule on every possible
occasion.
One morning he was out for a stroll
with some of his friends when he met
a boy leading a very thin horse along
the road, and called out:
“Say, Pat, why don’t you getinside
and fill him out?”
“I would, sir,” said Pat, “if his
mouth was as big as yours.”
Old newspapers for sale at The
Spirit office. A large roll for 5 cents.
Just the thing for cartridge paper,
pantry shelves and “wet goods” pack
ages sold to timid people. tf.
THE FROSTBURG SPIRIT
BELATED SNAKE STORIES. ;
Monster Blacksnake Photographed by the Snake
Editor of The Spirit, near Midlothian.
May Have Swallowed Child.
It is a little late in the season for
snake stories, but here are a few that
are worth relating before the season
for snakes is at an end. However, we
cannot vouch for the truth of any of
these stories, except the one by the
snake editor of this paper, who was
fortunate enough to have a camera
with him and get a good picture of
the monster blacksnake he recently
saw near Midlothian, a small mining
village a few miles south of Frost
burg.
The Kind of Rattlers They Have in
Ohio.
An Ohio news dispatch that was
printed in some of the daily papers,
last week, related the following: En
raged at the jeers of a mob that sur
rounded the den of “Asia,” a wild
girl in the side show at the Alan
county fair, this afternoon, she picked
up a huge rattlesnake and hurled it
at the crowd. The rattler, which
measured eleven feet, wound itself
around the leg of Hazel Benton, aged
17, and bit the girl severely. Attend
ants rescued her by shooting the
snake. Officials ordered the show
closed and the arrest of the owners,
may follow.
That isn’t a bad snake story coming
from a state that is principally “dry”
territory, and the girl whose leg the
monster wound itself around must
have legs of generous proportions, for
a snake of that size would naturally
look for something worth while to
wind itself around.
A West Virginia Blacksnake.
They also see big snakes in West
Virginia, and it was verily about time
they voted booze out of that state a
year ago, judging from the following
taken from a newspaper published at
either Piedmont or Keyser, we have
THE MIDLOTHIAN MONSTER.
forgotten which, as the paper it was
taken from has been destroyed.
“The Messrs. Bell Brothers came
in contact with the King of the Black
snake family, on Monday afternoon,
near the plant of the Potomac Brick
Company at Rat-Tail. After a little
fight the boys captured his kingship
and placed him on exhibition in the
snake show of E. J. Noon. An inven
tory of the fellow shows up as follows:
Age, 30 years; weight, 10 pounds; cir
cumference, 8 inches; extreme length,
7 feet and 5 inches.”
A pretty good sized snake, that, but
not in it with the 11-foot Ohio rattler.
Yet it is doubtless large enough to
wrap around even an Ohio girl’s leg.
But for a real big snake, the Midloth
ian monster has them all outclassed,
and the picture shown herewith is a
OFF HIS BASE.
A Cumberland Baseball Fan Makes
Himself Ridiculous.
In £ labored attempt to get off some
thing smart in last Saturday’s edition
of the Cumberland News, some irre
sponsible scribbler who signs himself
“A Fan,” had the following to say:
Sport Editor, Daily News:
We notice in the columns of the last
issue of “Peter’s Epistle to Frost
burgers” known as the “Frostburg
Spirit” that the Mountain City has
the best team in the George’s Creek
League and the editor goes so far as
to sav that their team is going to land
the pennant.
Having known Pete for some time
during his journalistic career in Som
erset county, Pa., where he often
locked horns with his friend Over
acker of the Rockwood Gazette, we
would presume that when the article
was written he was engaged in a pipe
dream.
The newspaper family of Allegany
county, Maryland, was not all born
yesterday, but has lived for years and
none af them outside of the little new
baby born about the middle of the
week a short time ago in the old Min
. ing Journal office situated on the
crest of the Alleganies, would think
of saying who the willers of the rag
would be.
Now will Brother Pete of journalis
■ tic fame please tell us when Cumber
land and Frostburg are a tie for first
place how he knows that Frostburg
will be the top-notchers at the, end of
the season, or was a brainstorm re
; sponsible for his imagination?
(Signed) A. FAN.
My, how smart some people can be
: without knowing enough to walk in
. out of the rain! If the yap who signs
, himself “A Fan” had only used his
■ eyes, he would have seen that the ar
| tide in The Spirit to which he takes
FROSTBURG, MD, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 2, 1913
true photogragh of the “varmint” just
: as the camera caught it while stretch-,
ed out on an old rail fence where it
was sunning itself when the snake
: editor of The Spirit discovered it
while out with his camera, last Sun
i day, taking pictures of various ob
. jects of interest.
As compared with the standard
length of a fence rail, which is 11
feet, the snake must have been about
15 feet long. This is no fairy tale
and no pipe dream, but a real, genuine
true snake story concerning a real
snake. We know, of course, that
doubters will scoff and cite their
friends to the fact that The Spirit is
published in the spiritual center of
, Frostburg, where spirits can be had
directly opposite our office, or a few
steps to the rear of it, either by the
drink, pint or quart, and that, they
will doubtless declare, explains why
and how our snake editor could see
such a monster snake. But he saw
the snake, just the same, and it was a
real snake, too, for he can prove it by
all the bar-tenders in town that he
never drinks anything stronger than
buttermilk, especially not on Sunday,
when the saloons are all closed and
not even so much as a back door open
for the accommodation of church
; deacons and prohibitionists.
The monster serpent was found near
1 an old mine cave-in, and before the
snake editor could find a cudgel big
> enough with which to attack it after
it was photographed, the monster
leaped from the fence and made its
: escape.
People living in the vicinity where
. the snake was seen, declare that they
have been missing chickens, pigs,
: dogs and cats from time to time, and
: now they feel sure that their poultry,
swine and other domestic animals
have been falling a prey to the big
blacksnake that has probably had its
home in some the old mine workings
in that vicinity for a long while. One
man living near where the big snake
was photographed, says he is almost
sure that one of his children has been
swallowed by the monster. He said
he would gamble on it that there were
nineteen children in his family every
time he counted them up until two
weeks ago, and then added with deep
emotion and tears in his eyes that
“he’d be durned if he can find more
than eighteen since then,” no matter
how careful he is about getting them
all when he goes out in the woods
with his hounds to round them up.
And that is the sad part of this snake
story.
exceptions, was a contributed article,
the contributor signing himself “The
Rooter.” Therefore, “A. Fan” should
have addressed his remarks to that
person, and not to the editor of this
paper, who was not the author of the
baseball article he refers to.
“Uncle Pete” doesn’t know a thing
about the great national game, and
equally as little about the merits of
the different clubs in the Georges
Creek League. Of course, on account
of local pride, he’d like to see the
home team win, and whether “The
Rooter” has an intelligent opinion as
to the final outcome of the contest for
the penant or not, it’s a safe gamble
that his opinion is worth at least as
much as that of the “smart aleck”
who signs himself “A. Fan.”
No, “Uncle Pete” has had neither
pipe dream nor brainstorm, and while
there is good reason to believe that
“A Fan” has been “hitting the pipe,”
no one will be apt to accuse him of
having had a brainstorm, for the ap
parent reason that he has no brains
for a storm to work on. Anyway, he
never touched “Uncle Pete,” and “A
Fan” and “The Rooter” may fight it
out.
“Frostburg’s money is on “The
Rooter,” and while the fans up this
way may not know what the Cumber
land fan means by “willers of the
rag,” as he puts it, they know that he
is a chewer of the rag, and a very
awkward one at that.
YOU’LL BE SORRY in after years j
if you fail to get one or more copies
of the beautifully illustrated Frost
burg Souvenir Books for sale at 15
cents per copy, while they last, at
1 1 The Spirit office. tf.
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—Philadelphia Record.
Not the Language of the Tribe.
A young college graduate, out bi
cycling one day, lost control of his ma
chine on a steep hill and was tumbled
off. Two men found him lying in the
road.
"What’s the matter?” they said.
"Well,” replied the college man, “I
came down that decline with greatest
velocity and lost my center of gravity
and was precipitated on the hard mac
adamized road.”
“G’wan, leave him alone!” said one
of the men. “He’s a foreigner.”—New
York Evening Post.
A Lady and a Diplomat.
When a diplomat says “yes,” he i
means “perhaps.”
‘“^VvSldjJT-a -- perhaps/ he i
means “no.”
And when a diplomat says “no,” he I
is no diplomat.
When a lady says “no,” she means
“perhaps.”
When a lady says “perhaps,” she
means “yes.”
And when lady says “yes.” she is
no lady.—Berliner Tageblatt.
OH, Fooey!
“I have been married twenty years,"
said the little man, “and yet when I
go home tonight or tomorrow night oi
the next night I’ll bet my wife will be
waiting at the door for me.”
“Still sweet on you?” asked the big
man.
“No,” replied the little man. “She’s
afraid I won’t wipe my feet before I
come In.”—Cincinnati Enquirer.
One Hour.
“Is this Mrs. Smith? I called you
UP to ask if you could say anything
good of Bridget Farley, who lived with
you as cook.”
“Y’es, I can say one thing. She left
without breaking any dishes.”
“That’s encouraging! How long did
she stay?”
“One hour.” —Harper’s Weekly.
Depends on Circumstances.
“Do you say ought-to-mobile or owe
to-mobile, Jlmpson ?” asked Slathers.
“Well, that depends,” said Jlmpson.
“When I think of how I ought to pay
for it I say ought-to-mobile, and when
I think of how I can’t pay for it I say
owe-to-mobile. Want to take a little
run In my owe-to-mobile with me?”—
Judge.
Way to Work It.
“What am I to do? My girl wants
me to stop smoking cigarettes.”
“Pay no attention to her.”
“It is either give up cigarettes or
give up the girl.”
“Nonsense. Use diplomacy. Get her
Interested in the coupons, my boy.”—
Louisville Courier-Journal.
An Illustration.
He—Yes, Jack is very fond of draw
ing fine distinctions.
She —I haven’t noticed it.
He —No? Don’t you remember that
the other night he was trying to ex
plain the difference between love and
emotional insanity?—Puck.
How It Happened.
“A letter addressed to me and mark
ed ‘Personal’ came to my house yes
terday, and my wife didn’t open it.”
“How do you account for it?”
“She was out of town attending fhe
wedding of one of her cousins.”—Chi
cago Record-Herald.
His Tendency.
“That husband of mine always gets
things twisted.”
“Indeed?”
“Yes; I sent him for soda crackers
and he came back with pretzels.”—
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Sure Nuff.
“My young man’s a real gent,” said
Sadie, the saleslady, shifting her cud
of chewing gum. “He never blows
his soup like a common person; he al
ways fans it with his hat.”—Punch
Bowl.
FROSTBURG CIVIC CLUB
DOING GOOD WORK.
Gives Fine Home-Talent Play and Joins in Merger
That Unites All Women’s Clubs in
Allegany County.
Frostburg has many things that her
people may well feel proud of, but it
is doubtful whether there is one thing
in the town that merits more praise
than the Frostburg Civic Club, of
which Mrs. P. O’Rourke is president.
Few people realize the good work that
has already been accomplished by the
good women of Frostburg who are
identified with this club, and yet the
work of the club is only in its infancy.
Some of the Good Work Done.
One thing alone, if nothing else,
entitles the Frostburg Civic Club to a
great deal of praise, and that is the
gathering up of the garbage through
out the entire town. This has been
going on for a good while, and no one
can tell how many lives it may have
saved, as a town the size of Frostburg
accumulates a great deal of garbage
every day. The Civic Club took the
matter of garbage disposal up with
the City Council, and the latter body
made arrangement to have all the
garbage gathered up several times a
week and hauled out of town, thus
destroying many breeding places for
flies, and removing putrid, decaying
matter that flies and rats often come
in contact with and spread sickness
and death into one household after
another.
The Council is also to be commended
for working in harmony with the Civic
Club, and the united efforts of the two
bodies have accomplished wonders.
But the good work is only in its in
fancy, and the Civic Club is now
striving to raise enough monej 7 to pay
for a garbage disposal plant, which
will be still better than hauling the
garbage out of town and feeding a
portion of it to swine and dumping
the balance into old mine workings.
However, a good disposal plant will
cost a great deal of money, but the j
i good women comprising the Civic
Club will not rest from their labors
Tijof be satisfied until they put this big, !
growing town into the best possible
sanitary condition.
A Fine Play Rendered to Help the
Good Cause.
Money is being raised in various
ways to provide the things needed to
make Frostburg a model town, so far
as sanitation is concerned, and on
Wednesday evening of last week a
fine home-talent play, entitled “Golden
Gulch,” was rendered in the Frost
burg Opera House to a large and ap
preciative audience. The program
was as follows:
CAST OF CHARACTERS.
1 Joy, “A Wildflower of the Hills”—
! Miss Edith Price.
Henrietta Welis, “A Boston School
ma’am” —Miss Elva Thomas.
Bedelia O’Rafferty, “An Irish
Cook” —Miss Pearl Cook.
Patches, “Just a School Kid” —Miss
' Susan Beall.
1 Spiketail Charley, “A Ladies’
Man”—Mayor Arthur T. Johnson.
Jim Gordon, “A Relic of 49”—Clif-
I ton Jeffries.
Julian Gray, “A Tenderfoot from
New York” —Bryson Tucker.
Hank Williams, “Proprietor of The
Palace”—Melvin Eichhorn.
Alkali Pete, “Copper Lined Through
out” —Prof. Pat O’Rourke.
Jake Dalton, “Down and Out”—
Roy Martin.
Dennis Kelly, “Of Emerald Isle”—
, Lester Fresh.
. Cyclone Jim, “From Kansas”—
Judge John Chambers.
Ned Davis, “Driver of Deadwood
Stage”—Harold Eichhorn.
1 Snowball, “Who Said Chicken”—
Bill Audmiller.
Crimps, “A Holy Terror” —Harold
Eichhorn.
. Judge Thompson, “Judge of the
County, Post Master of Red Dog, Ex-
Sheriff and Justice of the Peace”—
Arthur Bond.
Choruses entitled “Good Night
■ Nurse,” “When that Choo Choo
Leaves for Alabam,” and “Row, Row
Row,” were charmingly rendered by
the following named young ladies:
J Mabel Spier, Mabel Kemp, Eannie
Sapiro, Gladys Duggan, Nellie Johns,
Ruth O’Rourke, Margaret Price,
Catherine McLuckie, Susan Tucker,
. Anna Stoddard.
SYNOPSIS.
ACT I —Red Dog Postoffice, Dakota.
A petticoat demoralizes Red Dog.
i ACT ll—Jim Gordon’s shack up the
' mountain. The Courting Judge.
ACT lll—Red Dog. The Girl of
The Golden West.
The acting was fine throughout, and
the music was also very good, reflect
ing great credit upon those who ren
j dered the same.
Upwards of S4O was netted for the
club, the greater part of the gross
receipts going to a stranger under
whose direction the play was staged.
1 Town Improvement Not the Only
1 Thing the Civic Club Stands for.
Improved sanitary conditions is not
j the only thing the Civic Club stands
for. It also has a charitable feature,
| and when distress is reported among
the worthy poor, the Civic Club ren
ders such aid as lies within its power,
promptly and without preaching its
kindly ministrations from the house
tops. Furthermore, the club is also
trying to enlarge its field of useful
ness in every other possible way, and
it has joined in a movement that will
work great good throughout our en
tire county. We refer to a larger or
ganization which was formed this
week, and which has been named
The Allegany County Federation
of Women’s Clubs.
This organization was formed on
Monday, in the parlors of Hotel Glad
stone, by representatives of the Frost
burg, Eonaconing and Cumberland
Civic Clubs. Before the meeting ad
journed, a luncheon was served which
added to the pleasure of the occasion,
and the following named officers were
elected:
Mrs. Robert R. Henderson, presi
dent; Miss Nellie Sloan, first vice
president; Mrs. Robert MacDonald,
second vice-president; Mrs. R. E.
Branch, third vice-president; Miss
Marion DeWitt, recording secretary;
Mrs. John W. Avirett, corresponding
secretary; Miss Nannie Thomas,
treasurer.
The aims and objects of the larger
organization take in a wide scope, and
will not only deal with improved san
itary conditions, but with music, mel
ody, current events, public office,
public institutions, etc. The federa
tion will work hand in hand with town
and county officers, especially in deal
ing with matters pertaining to sanita
tion, charity, juvenile offenders, etc.,
to the end that people may be made
healthier, better and more intelligent,
and that justice may be tempered
with mercy, that the erring may be
| reformed rather than simply punish
| ed.
The next meeting of the new federa- 1
i tion of the clubs named will be held in
Cumberland some time this month,
the date to be announced later. It is
hoped that much good will result from
the enlarged organization, and such
will undoubtedly prove to be the case.
More power to the women’s clubs, for
they are a mighty power in the land,
and their influence for good can
scarcely be estimated.
A Good Democrat.
Through the good offices of Tom J.
Blake, Eckhart’s all-round handy man,
who is not only a politician, weaver,
printer a.pd newspaper correspondent,
J. J. Byrnes enrolled his name as a
subscriber to The Spirit, last week,
and sent the cash for same, accom
panied by his best wishes for the new
paper’s success. Mr. Byrnes has con
ducted a store at Eckhart for the last
i 30 years, and Mr. Blake vouches for
it that he is not only a good Democrat,
but is noted for his honesty and
square-dealing, all of which is true
• without the shadow of a doubt. His
long and successful business career is
. the best kind of evidence that he is a
good man, and The Spirit is glad to
: number him among its patrons, and
hereby returns thanks for his patron
■ age and kind wishes.
Ail Editor’s Invoice.
A North Carolina editor has kept
• track of his profit and loss during the
year, and gives an invoice of his busi
ness at the end of twelve months of
ups and downs:
1 Been broke 361 times.
/Had money 4 times.
Praised the public 9 times.
Told lies 1,728 times.
I Told the truth 1 time.
Missed the prayer meeting 52 times.
; Been roasted 431 times.
Roasted others 52 times.
Washed office towel 0 times.
Missed meal 0.
t Mistaken for peacher 11 times.
) Mistaken for capitalist 0.
r Found money 0.
r Took bath 6 times.
: Delinquents who paid 28.
; Those who did not pay 136.
, Paid in conscience 0.
, Got whipped 0.
, Whipped others 23 times.
Cash" on hand at beginning $1.47.
Cash on hand at ending 15 cents.
Frostburg Souvenir Books.
5 Sixty-two pages; beautifully em
bossed flexible cover; 172 fine illus
f trations of people, buildings, street
scenes and local scenery printed ar
-1 tistically on high-lustre coated paper;
" a complete historical and biographic
" al sketch of Frostburg and Frost
burgers; also contains the names and
5 addresses of about 2,500 former re
-3 sidents and old-home week visitors;
r a valuable work to preserve for fu
ture reference; gives a better idea of
f Frostburg than a billion postcards
could give. These books would be
t cheap at 50 cents each, but can be
s had at The Spirit office for only 15
:, cents; sent postpaid to any address
j for 21 cents. tf.
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WHOLE NUMBER 2,172
KELLY-ZELLER.
Popular Eckliart Young Man Weds
Estimable Young Woman
of Frostburg.
Mr. Eee Kelly, of Eckhart, and Miss
Helen Zeller, of Frostburg, were
married .pn Tuesday evening at the
parsonage of St. Michael’s Catholic
Church, Rev. Father Dolan officiating.
The “best man” was Mr. John Blake,
of Eckhart, and the bridesmaid Miss
Ruth Kelly, a sister of the groom.
The bride and groom have many
friends in Frostburg, Eckhart and
elsewhere who join in wishing them
all manner of happiness and prosperi
ty. The groom is a son of Mr. and
Mrs. Frank Kelly, of Eckhart, and
the bride a daughter of Mr. and Mrs.
“Gus” Wm. Zeller, of Frostburg.
P. L. Liveugood in Journalism in
Frostburg.
From the Berlin (Pa.) Record.
P. E. Eivengood, for a number of
years editor and publisher of the
Salisbury Star, and later publisher of
The Windber Era, has again entered
the field of journalism, this time at
Frostburg, Md., where he is owner
and editor of The Frostburg Spirit,
succeeding the Mining Journal, which
suspended some months ago after a
life of about forty-two years. The
first two numbers of The Spirit have
reached our desk, and the general
appearance of the paper, as well as
the news and advertising columns,
show that a “live wire” is at the helm,
even though Mr. Eivengood is just
now experiencing poor health. “Pete,”
as he is familarly known to Somerset
county people, will no doubt show
Frostburgers and people of that sec
tion that a good home paper which
everybody may feel proud of can be
published with profit to the owner and
credit to the community. , As a news
paper man Mr. Eivengood is peculiarly
equipped to make The Spirit a success
in every particular, and his many
friends in Somerset county wish him
prosperity in his new undertaking.
A Bucket of Water in Hell.
“Profit in any line of commerce de
pends a great deal on locality,” ob
serves Henry Miller, who starred last L
season in “The Rainbow.”
Soph after the .Civil War,"Genetat
j Ingalls visited a friend in the South.
Taking a walk one morning, he met a
boy coming up from the river with a
fine string of fish.
“What will you take for your fish ?”
asked the General.
“Thirty cents,” was the reply.
“Thirty cents !” repeated the Gen
eral in astonishment. “Why, if you
were in New York you could get $3.00
for them.”
The boy looked at the officer for a
moment, and then said scornfully:
“Yes, suh; an’ if I had a bucket of
water in hell I could get a million
dollars for it!”
He Wouldn’t Advertise.
There was a man who hustled not —
To luck he trusted;
He would not advertise a dot—
And so he rusted,
And likewise busted.
—Baltimore Evening Sun.
Some Potatoes.
A lad in the outskirts of Albany, N.
Y., and only twelve years of age, has
made a world record. The State fair
1 board offered a prize for the largest
yield from one seed potato. Each
contestant was furnished one potato
of a special and unusual variety in his
part of the state.
Eugene Durand raised and exhibit
; ed 686 pounds of potatoes, twelve
! bushels, of contest quality and size,
■ and left at home, unweighed, about
: two bushels of non-exhibitable size.
So far as known, this is fully twice
the yield ever before known from one
, potato.
The potato had fourteen eyes.
Each of these was planted in a hot
bed. When the sprout was about
three inches high, he cut it off and
placed it in sand, where it took root.
Durand then set it out in soil adapted
to potatoes. The sprouts kept on
growing and he kept on rooting them
and then transplanting them, and
great was the harvest thereof Farm
and Fireside.
Bowen -Rodkey.
Miss Margaret E. Rodkey, daughter
of Mr. and Mrs. R. E. Rodkey, of this
place, and Thomas V. Bowen, editor
of the Mahaffey Times, were united in
marriage at the home of the bride’s
parents, last evening at 7:30 o'clock
The ceremony, which was perform
ed by Rev. A. E. Frank, pastor of the
- Methodist Episcopal church, was wit
- nessed by only the immediate family
t of the bride and a few of her most in
- timate girl friends of Mahaffey.—Ma
; haffey (Pa.) Times, Sept. 26th, 1913.
The bridegroom above mentioned is
-a son of Samuel Bowen, a form. rc
-1 sident of Frostburg, who served the
- community several years as i aiiiff.
; Many Frostburgers will join the editor
-of The Spirit in extending • agratu
f lations and besl ■ ishes h . editor
-3 ial brother and his bride over at Ma
e haffey, Pa., .vhere he is publishing a
e very neat arid newsy paper, whose
S well patronized advertising columns
3 tell the mry of a.intelligent and pro
gressive comm unit y.