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An unknown local correspondent from Yantus in Logan County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Logan Banner printed on April 20, 1926:
Here we come with more news from Yantus.
We are glad that people are beginning to plant their gardens and flower beds at last.
We had an interesting ball game at the ball park, Sunday. Those present were Messrs. Ritchie Lilly, Floyd Stollings, Ernest Sanders, Charley Adams, Saleb Adams, Stratton Gore, Hurst Butcher, Jim Adams, Dillard Farris, Chester Farley, Staten Farley, Virgil Farley, Opal White, Hazel Stollings, Vinal Stollings, Linna White, Grace Stollings, Lola Adams, Rhoda Adams. All reported a nice time.
Mr. and Mrs. Muman Campbell were here visiting his father last week, but have returned to their home at Omar.
Misses Linna White and Grace Stollings were visiting their parents Saturday and Sunday.
Mrs. Russel Butcher of Chapmanville was visiting her parents, Sunday.
Charley Adams, Jim Adams, Chester Farley, Ernest Sanders, Ida Sanders, Grace Stollings and Hazel Stollings were out horse back riding Sunday.
Banny Shelton and wife were seen out walking Sunday.
Miss Linna White was the all day guest of Miss Opal White Sunday.
Ernest was looking blue Sunday. Wonder why?
Chester Chambers was visiting Bee Bud Campbell Saturday.
Clell Adams and Opal White were out walking Sunday. Wonder how they enjoyed the snow storm?
Raymond Lilly was visiting his parents, but has returned to Big Kanawha.
Dell Adams looked lonesome Sunday.
Bur Chambers was calling on Bessie Stollings Sunday. Look out Johnnie.
Mrs. Fanny Chapman was visiting her parents Sunday evening.
Charley was all smiles Sunday.
Miss Vinal Stollings made a flying trip to Chapmanville Saturday.
Mrs. Elva Scaggs is visiting her sister at Rocky.
I think the men will be wearing long hair before long as Peter Dingess has started the style.
Stratton Gore was calling on Linna White Sunday.
Mrs. Kate Chambers has started a beef shop. Come and buy your beef.
Mark Stollings called on Allen Adkins Sunday.
Mrs. Hattie Chambers was calling on her mother, Sunday.
Andrew Chambers is afraid to turn his horse out to range, he says the wind will blow him away.
Miss Tina Conley and John Cabell were seen plowing Saturday.
Combinations–Ritchie and his note book; Stratton and his big hat; Earnest and his blues; Andrew and his chickens; French and his axe handles; Hazel and her red dress; Linna and her coat; Grace and her slippers; Opal getting dinner; Ida and her boquet; Floyd and his sweetie; Charley meeting the train; Clell talking to Opal; Tina looking for John; Hurst and his glove; Dillard and his cap; Bee Bud and his plow stalks; Peter and his curly locks; Burl looking for Bessie; Woodrow and his pony; Charley and his tie; Raymond looking for a sweetheart; Mary and her geese; Emma and her yellow coat; Andrew and his fat horse; Sadie and her dirt; Bee Bud and his tobacco.
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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 February 19, 1926:
Prof. McClure, the postmaster at Omar, officiated as auctioneer at the pie social here last Saturday evening. The professor can sell pies.
J.H. Vickers is, we are glad to say, able to be out again.
Some local capitalists are organizing to take over the Tompkins By-Product Coal Company.
Revival services are being held at both churches this week.
Cecil Ward of Huntington was calling on his sweetie here, Sunday.
Mase Butcher says he hears he is going to be the first man fired when Tennis Hatfield becomes sheriff of this county.
We have a bachelor here who has abandoned all hope of ever getting married. He is now growing himself a fine mustache.
W.T. Quay of Huntington was in town Wednesday.
The road crew are moving the Godby Branch school house this week, so the children are getting a vacation.
Crocket Hatfield, deputy U.S. Marshal, was in town Wednesday. Some of the boys took with a sudden leaving immediately after his arrival.
The church house at Stone Branch that was being used for a school for the primary grades burned down on Monday morning.
Squire Lowe has some very important cases on his docket which will come up for trial in the near future.
Logan–Now and What It Will Be When Its Destiny Is Fulfilled
by G.T. Swain
Situated here among the “Hills of West Virginia” on the banks of the beautiful Guyan lies the little city of Logan–our home. Time was when a few years ago Logan was a struggling little village trying to pull herself out of the mud and how well she succeeded is left to you, gentle reader, to judge. We now have nicely paved streets, solid and substantial sidewalks, large and commodious business buildings and beautiful homes. Lots that were formerly occupied with frame buildings have been raised and have given way for substantial brick and stone buildings and more going up as fast as can be built with more to come in the future. Our people are liberal, energetic and hospitable and a glad hand and hearty welcome is extended to all newcomers, while the passing stranger is always welcome within our gates. Logan is situated in the very heart of the famous Guyan Valley coalfields and is surrounded with the natural advantages to become sometime in the near future a second Pittsburg. With branch roads leading in every direction, reaching a large number of mines from which pour forth every day an enormous of the famous “Black Diamond” which afford employment to a large army of laborers and positions for many more, with different kinds of business houses in the city requiring the services of a large number of skilled laborers we find our little city progressive in the fullest sense of the word and what Logan is at the present time will be nothing in comparison of the city in the near future. At the present time we boast of three wholesale houses, a great many department stores to supply your every want, and many handsome churches to look after your spiritual needs, a large number of efficient lawyers to look after your legal affairs, quite a few experienced physicians and surgeons to attend your physical ailments and a large, commodious high school building and a large public school building to look after the education of your children and while we admit that “all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy” we have for your amusement two elegant and comfortable moving picture theatres at which you view the best pictures obtainable while we extend you an invitation to visit our park where you will be entertained with athletic sports. We take time during the strenuous hustle and activity to eat occasionally and we invite you to patronize our large and first class hotels, restaurants and boarding houses where you will be furnished the best food the market affords. If you have any surplus change that is too heavy to carry around in your pocket we have, for your convenience, two large and perfectly safe banks who will gladly receive your deposit or extend any other accommodation consistent with good sound banking.
Take a little time and sit down and rest while we furnish you with the Daily Courier and permit you to digest the very latest news fresh over the wires of the Associated Press. In fact call on us for any favor and we will do our utmost to supply your every need and should you unfortunately get in the way of any of our numerous “jitney buses” we will tenderly convey you to our new, fine hospital, just completed at a cost of $40,000 where your injuries will be treated while you wait.
Logan–Ten Years Hence–Or A Peep Into The Future
My–but can this be Logan? We stand in the cupola of the magnificent stone Court house and gaze up Island creek and as far as the eye can see we see numerous buildings of all description and we are told that they too extend up Main Island creek. We turn and gaze up Dingess Run and we find the same, while we are informed that all the way up the Guyan the buildings are too numerous to count. We look toward Huntington and find that the town has extended down the river while all the vacant lots that formerly specked the town are all now covered with handsome and elegant homes. On every hand we find new coal operations and the hum of the machinery dulls the sound of the hustle and bustle of the street traffic below. Wires leading from the large and power electric station situated on the banks of the river cover the county like giant cobwebs, carrying to various points the giant current for lighting and operating purposes. Coal trains loaded to doubled track road of the C. & O. capacity are moving West while empty cars are coming East. Electric cars are passing and branching off up into the hollows transporting their load of passengers and freight to all the operations while those that desire are accommodated by motor vehicles over the fine macadamized roads leading in all directions but in the end pointing the way back to Logan, the hub of all this activity. We look down to where the C. & O. formerly had a coop called a station and we find a large magnificent passenger station in keeping with the balance of the town. We hear that the former little ramshackle affair called the water system has given way to the march of progress and we learn that a short distance back in the mountain Logan has an enormous storage dam from which her people are supplied with water from the pure mountain streams and the water pressure is sufficient for all purposes. We look below and we find the streets patrolled by uniform police. We see the Logan Band pass by playing a patriotic air. The “newsies” are crying aloud the latest news that has been flashed over the wires and published in an extra edition of the Daily Courier. The mail is being delivered to the doors of all citizens by uniformed carriers at the expense of Uncle Sam. Many of the large number of visitors to the city are taking the cars of the incline railway for a trip to the beautiful fraternal home that crowns the crest of the reservoir mountain, while listen–down the street at full speed comes the organized fire department in charge of the very latest fire fighting apparatus. Surely this is the “Miracle Land.”
‘Tis said that Holden and Omar are only suburbs while Craneco is clamoring for annexation.
–What? Yes–why–sure climbing to the cupola of the Court house and enjoying the balmy breeze of pure mountain air, shaded from the rays of the noon-day sun I fell asleep and being espied by the janitor who being afraid my presence would molest the workings of the town clock has climbed up here and shaking me from my pleasant day-dream has invited me to plant my cute little “tootsies” on terra firma. Some dream. Believe me.
Source: Logan (WV) Democrat, 22 June 1916.
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“Two Brothers,” local correspondents from Gill in Lincoln County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Lincoln Republican printed on Thursday, May 3, 1923:
Grant Cremeans, of Hamlin, Sherman Linville, of Alkol, Bruce Walls, of Griffithsville, and Bach Linville, of Bernie, were recent business visitors at this place.
Louis Fry caught a fish one day this week that weighed five pounds.
There is a number of cases of measles in this section.
Philip Spery, Hainen Smith and others loaded thirty-two thousand feet of lumber for Philip Hager one day last week. The lumber was shipped to Jas. A. Hughes, West Moreland, W.Va.
Prof. Lee Adkins’ singing school at this place closed Wednesday night. A large crowd heard the instrumental music rendered by Misses Peacha and Cassie Hager, which was enjoyed by all.
The coal traffic on Guyan is becoming enormous. Everything seems to be on the boom in the Guyan Valley.
Wilburn Scragg, of Allen, was a recent Gill visitor.
Brad Gill is recovering from the mumps and is able to be out again.
Miss Hattie Gill has the mumps.
Emery Fry and Dick Aldridge have been hauling telephone poles the past week.
The mining operations at Lattin have been having trouble securing cars the past few weeks.
Hainen Smith has gone to Omar, where he will cook for a mining crew.
Mrs. Tom Mullins and Mrs. Andrew Adkins were shopping at Gill one day the past week.
Clark Collins was a recent business visitor in Huntington.
You can’t fool all the people all the time. Neither can you please half the people half the time.
Democrats can’t forgive prosperity for coming back when they are out.
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“Blue Eyed Beauty,” a local correspondent at Whirlwind in Upper Hart, Logan County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Logan Democrat printed on Thursday, March 13, 1919:
Peter Hensley purchased a mule of Dave Bryant this week.
Moses Tomblin has purchased the grist mill of James Mullins.
John Dalton had a house raising on Thursday.
Peter Dalton, who spent a week home on furlough from Camp Lee, returned to that place Friday.
Will Tomblin has moved from his farm on Twelvepole to Omar. His mother-in-law will occupy the farm.
Peter Tomblin has purchased the Eli Workman farm and will remove to it in the near future. We understand that Bill Davis will occupy the property vacated by Mr. Tomblin.
W.J. Bachtel began teaching the Dalton school on Monday, but was able to continue but two days on account of sickness.
Tom Mullins and brother, Crit, have moved from Twelvepole to Buckfork.
It is reported that Isaac Collins will set up in the mercantile business.
Miss Kern Carter is visiting with her brother at Williamson.
Alex Tomblin is visiting on Hart’s Creek.
We hear that Mrs. Olive Stollard, an English woman, of Baltimore, Md., who was a former resident of Holden, was at Stonewall Conley’s the first of the week for the purpose of taking Miss Mollie Conley home with her. A grandson of Mrs. Stollard’s married a sister of Miss Mollie.
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