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Alberta Gallatin Jenkins (1861-1948) was a famous stage actress born at Green Bottom in present-day Cabell County, West Virginia. She was the daughter of Confederate general Albert Gallatin Jenkins. For more on her biography, follow this link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alberta_Gallatin
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An unknown local correspondent from Chapmanville in Logan County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Logan Banner printed on March 5, 1926:
Arnold Barker spent time last Monday and Tuesday in Huntington on business.
We noticed quite a lot of the Harts Creek boys going down to Huntington the first of the week to see the Hon. G.W. McClintie. Some of them said they did not know just when they would get back.
If we ever incorporate this town our first police is going to be a woman. We know she can make one man be good.
G.S. Ferrell has taken over the contract for grading the lower end of the hard road.
Singing school is getting a good start. It is hard to tell who makes the ugliest faces. At present, it is about a tie between Squire Barker and Morgan Garrett.
Mrs. Mart Bryant who has been quite ill for several days is some better now.
Chin Beard Lucas was dealing in real estate here Monday.
H.T. Butcher, the prohibition man, is attending federal court in Huntington this week.
John Sanders, the truant officer, was in town Tuesday.
Tucker Fry, of Toney, W.Va., was looking after the interest of the Singer Sewing Machine Co., on Tuesday here.
French Butcher says he has decided to make some stump speeches during this campaign.
Bill Thompson has purchased himself a motorcycle.
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An unknown local correspondent from Harts in Lincoln County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Logan Banner printed on February 26, 1926:
Several boys and girls of this place attended singing school at Coal Branch Sunday.
Dr. Ferrell and Cora Adkins were calling on friends at Sand Creek last Saturday evening.
Miss Jewell Brumfield attended Sunday school at Gill Sunday and was accompanied by Sylvia Ciphers and Hawkins Perry.
J.C. McEldowney of Charleston was calling on friends and relatives at Harts Saturday.
Chas. Brumfield was a business caller in Huntington Saturday.
Ward Brumfield was transacting business in Hamlin Saturday.
Blanch, Anna and Laura Lambert were visiting friends in Harts Wednesday.
Hardin Marcum was calling on Shirlie Adkins at West Hamlin Sunday.
Hendrix Brumfield attended singing at Coal Branch Sunday and reported there were over fifty singers present and the singing was progressing nicely.
Every body is planning to hunt Easter eggs here.
Mrs. C.C. Pack and daughter, Miss May, were visiting relatives in Logan Saturday and Sunday.
Enos Dials spent Sunday in Huntington.
Daily Happenings: Bob Hendrix meeting the train; Ward with the tax books; Watson with his pipe; Herb in the garage; Nora and Jewell teaching school; Bessie and Cora in the store; Aunt Cathrine with her hair; Sadie with her glasses on; Luther in his old rattle trap; Wesley reading the newspaper; Fred, the law maker.
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“The cold weather of a few days ago reminded me of a little adventure that I had while soldiering,” said a well known business man. “It was on New Years day 1863, and we camped at the foot of a West Virginia mountain. The snow was several inches deep and the cold was intense. There wasn’t much discipline, and as we were allowed to hunt some, I took my gun and started up the mountain side. I had gone half a mile probably, when I stopped at the foot of a tree. My hands were nearly frozen and I leaned my gun against the tree and commenced rubbing my hands together to warm them, when suddenly I heard the brush cracking and turning I beheld a huge bear coming in my direction. It was on its hind legs with its huge paws outstretched and its jaws open and I could almost feel its warm breath on my cheek. Recovering from my fright I sprang up and caught a limb of a tree, drawing myself up out of the way just in time to avoid the embrace of the huge beast. My heart thumped so it shook my whole body. The bear cantered around the tree, sniffling at my gun, which still stood leaning against it. I shouted until I was hoarse, hoping to attract some of the soldiers in camp, but to no avail. I fixed myself as comfortably as possible in the branches of the tree, and watched the bear, believing that he would soon tire and leave. The cold was terrific. My whole body was benumbed, and I wondered how much longer I could endure the cold before I would tumble out of the tree to be devoured by the bear. Suddenly a bright thought struck me, and descending to the lower branch I took a bottle of whisky from my pocket and began pouring a thin stream down into the barrel of my gun. The whisky striking the cold gun barrel froze and in a few moments there was a solid streak of frozen whisky reaching from the gun clear up to the bottle that I held in my hand. Taking hold of the whisky icicle, I carefully drew the gun up, hand over hand, until it was in my grasp. Then taking careful aim, I sent a bullet crashing into a vital spot of the bear, and it rolled down the mountain side dead. I hurriedly descended and found my way back to camp nearly frozen. Some people may tell you that whisky won’t freeze, but then it did in this instance, for it was the coldest day I ever experienced. Get a pension? Why certainly for I have never fully thawed out since that terrible freezing I got while clinging to that tree.”
Source: “Get A Pension Now,” Huntington (WV) Advertiser, 16 February 1899.