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April 2, 1976     The Glenville Democrat
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I)emrat/Pathflnder THIS PAGE IS A BICENTENNIAL FEATURE FROM OUR PAPER'S ARCHIVES IONS ON GLENVILLE thinking and thinking to-day, town. that lies far. far away, t the base of a tall, sloping hill, erally known as the town of Glenville. Is suggestive, it lies in a glen, it was settled, ask older men, r not, I cnnot give you the date, time isoo dis{ant, and I am too late. the first epbin, erected up there. the Gray Wolf and followed the bear, out a path for the brave and the free, name is unknown and is hidden from me. 0neer came and the town grew and grew, rose up in the primeval blue, house rose up to grace the dell, chapel came too. with its iron hell. roads ran in, and the roads ran out, farm house sprang along each route, rose where the forest stood, town was then on the map for good. stands by the river's side, town, the people's pride, 'till river reverses airecnon. one are left to make an inspection. knew that old town very well, ,ou'll lend, the story I'll tell, the days of my early youth, shall be candid and tell you the truth. then lived up on Sycamore Creek, of the same, more correctly to speak, visited Glenville most any old time. give all the facts to make up this rhyme. every street, each alley could trace, inhabitant in the good place, country road that ran to and fro, going above or rufining below. now the big, tall water mill, is still there, but all else is nil, to dust, the owners are dead, Its changes, is truthflly mid. go there, with a linen sack, right across a stout horse's back, dry, rich, bright yellow wheat, into flour, make biscuits to eat. the white corn--full many a load, taken to mill, by the old county road, it home in the twilight's hush, supper we'd have of good milk and mush. was owned by Holt and Westfall, t answered the summons, it cometh to all, good men, yes exceptionally good, say more, if the Muse only would. owned a tannery up Turkey Run, Rod Lorentz, his good faithful son, ever were there you can't well tell, Hornbook, it had a strange smell. were placed down in a deep vat, tb full size, then laid down fiat, clear over with chestnut oak bark, tan, down there in the dark. Imven't seen, you've missed knowledge, from High School or College, was practical, sensible work, ohce learned by lazy coxcomb or shirk. the old tanner, may he live long, a mortal by him suffered wrong, for families welfare, uncommonly rare. now my ncy hath taken a flop, Iint out to me an old blacksmith shop, by John Campbell, down by the river, are" hushedrsow, never a q xiver. hath closed his accounts to the last, sloke and the sparks are things of the past, well remember that honest old chap, horses' big hoofs taken up in his lap. old Mr. Conrad, Clerk of the Court, a real ,lengthy report, are absent, the orders not here, of his work in his faithful career. by this young generation, of baseball, not men of his station, old musty records, filled with orders, touched, not even their borders. down to Richmond one year, sea-green Secession rose up to cheer, in dust, the Stripes and the Stars, above them the Johnnie Reb. bars. against that wrong measure in vain, rent the Virginias' forever twain, the birth of our own little State, of the Mountains, so grand and so great. old man, now sleeps 'neath the sod, spirit hath flown to the City of God, is cherished with fond recollection, land-marks, who live in that section. then lived up in the Beeches, up that hill, cost many long reaches, home, his daughters were fair, Queen Cleopatra, each one had red hair. the best informed man in all the town, Lily deserving of fame and renown, old theories clear off the shelf, ad opted a rule of life for himself. a surveyor by profession and trade, and chain his living he made, to his children his learning and lore, SCenes of this life, he shall visit no more. Hays, now comes back to me, were winning, as all will agree, was matchless, perfect ]t fell, to hear in its roll and its swell. Chesterfieldhe was so debonair, great force, I here now declare, has heard him will ever regret. enchantment, and cherish it yet. renowned, great Grecian sage, frowned down on his old age, grew dimhis oce eagle sight-- darkness came on, then endless night. L. Ruddell owned hotel and store. up there, he hath crossed o'er, grew, by business and toil, s life he never struck oil. osed that beautiful song, survive Its the years roll along, heart awakes to its thrills, e refrain, "The Beautiful Hills." rests off, in a Parkersburg lot, now marks his last resting spot, undisturbed in his palace below, :he ages go by, with incessant flow. g the farmer, King in his line, good.judgement, his fortune was fine. Of- . nls eye, he took in a steer, his weight to the ounce, very near. sPOke Latin or Greek, can most assuredly speak, earth a generous bounty, farmer in Gilmer County. The Glenviile Democrat. Glenville. West Virginia. , Whether Gentile in business or smirking Jet', No slick buyer, could cheat, trick him nor due, The grass still grows on the Cedar Creek hill, But Samuel is gone where all men are still. Sant Brannon by nature, a political boss. A one-legged veteran, a Union War horse. Like Teddy, he carired a political stick. Would argue politics, inspite of Old Nick. He was Post Master for years, I am sure. He had a stronghold, his grip was secure, His brother and he. had a post office spat, Sant was the winner, please don't forget that. John M. tt.h erratic, Repul,h,'an .John. He like omc Llht, rs. alas', now he IS gone, i've said a Republican---clear to the (.ore, If you ruffled him up Lord how he swore. A gentleman, cultured, refined and well bred, By training a scholar, most everything reaa, Could quote all the platforms forty years back. And name every candidate placed on the track. Could tell the true vote in every election. With the utmost preeismn, down to perfection, A Patroit pure, sure all now will admit. No other like John; and so I have writ. Doctors Eagon and I)otso. from, with the rest, May the grass verdant grow over each breast, Each one in his time had set many a bone, One moved to Wood County, the other" to Roane. But this long story would be incomplete. If I should now omit or fail to greet, A good old time friend, I knew so well. Hi townsrm all called him Wesl,.y 'ell. I knew him when I was a mere--mere strip, Without one, one lone hair to grace my lip, Handing out scarlet, blue, striped calico, Full forty-five years or more ago. May his frail bark move onwardglide, Upon life's far, deep receding tide, Until he embarks on life's vast, vast sea, For all men's last great portEternlty. There may he meet his good friends of yore, Who oft gwthered around his drygoods store. And told such rare stories full of rich wit, They would make a stern stoic take a fit. Now" Wesley had an old chum, Harry Cain, Whose humor rivaled that of Mark Twain, His hooks were keen, and set with fresh bait, . And many a poor sucker met his sad fate. F Now Harry wore red-ribbed woolen socks, II I And bored near to death poor Philip Cox, Old Philip whipped often left the ring, To Harry the sole, victorious King. While dwelling here, he ne'er knew dearth; Of humorus stories full of rich mirth, Now if lae yet has his old time store, He keps God's great Kingdom in a roar. It seems in real truth and in fact to me, That I should mention now one Newton. Kee, He was a real old time, zealous Democrat, Who long held office and sure feasted fat. For thirty-five years or more he stayed, Up at the old Courthouse in the cool shade, Recording old wills and recording long deeds, And looking to the public's general needs. But he was of the pure, warmhearted type, In life's autumn days he grew more ape, He had devoted most of Isis long life, It can be well said when he hath ducked, V', r.r"u.'7:, r h;. r "- :'- ' -,,.(i s lucked. That here lies as good and kind a lather, As ever had trouble or domestic bother. Another oda duck,,I(very well knew, Was Colonel Hugh Craddoek, Old Uncle Hugh, 'Twas said, he loved, money, women and wine, He kept a hotel and the eating was fine. He once ran a grocery on a small scale, 'Twas said he would cheat, if he cast a nail, A son of the soil, he oft tilled the farm, His speech had a stoppage, which did him no harm. His big heart was good, give him due credit, I will not retract, after I have said it, Hugh hath passed out. the Central House chime. Hath lost the sweet music, R had in the old time. Nelson M. Bennett that limb of the law, Was another good man, whom I frequently saw, In his youth he wielded the crayon and birch, But his life was devoted to law and research. Reared a large family, well clothed and fed, We speak the plain truth for Nelson is dead. His fortune was ample, his boat struck the rocks, He died of disease, the fatal Small-pox. All remember George Linn, Choate of the Bar, His fame as a lawyer, long years cannot mar, He devoted his life to that science so grave, And toiled to the end like an old slave. He defended with skill in many a case. And would look the jury square in the face, Arid many a man whose case he conducted, Azquit by the jury, walked out unobstructed. He was not an orator like great Henry Clay, But he held o'er the jury a very strong sway, At times he would thunder, blurt, grow calmer, And then he'd come down like a sledge hammer. Mister Tom Brannon was on the decline. When we first crossed Gilmer's south line, Thomas married a Wiant, a sister to Bill. The Captain was wealthy, I point to his will. Tm ;... ! "';,,' -...:. .., G: ,il! . tarried. The daughters save one. all early married. That one was Miss Ilallie. she died very young, With the songs of heart remaining unsung. Levi Johnson hath gone d,wn to the dust, ! i His soul lives in glory w truly trus:, i Life's duties were never once neglected, | He died in Glenville highly respected. He was a man of good reason, And toiled on for many a season. And when he slackened up on the oar, His age at least was nearly four score. Uncle Tom Fell--nearly ninety and hale, Like an old oak unbowed in the gale. Swayed by winds, scorched hy the thunder, Still all alone, an .bject of wonder. Standing alone looking down on the past, The wrecks of a century 'round him are cast, The sands slowly slipping under his tread. He's wih the livinghis comrades all dead. Colonel War Warren, dear versatile War, Who with the Pathfinder cast in his lot, lh; had a great brain, he had a Liar hear:. Trained from a boy in tht. ucwspaper art. lie was a keen. a strong logical write. Few men could say thinlzs better or brighter, Ilia pen dropped gems sweeter than honey. . But he never in life could accumulate money. The Goddess of Fortune. frowned to thet last, Around his laxt days a shadow she east, When the Death Angel entered his cottage door, Thursday, Septembt:r " ? He found Warren humble, and rerhaps poor. Here's to Big B.b Kidd. of good renown. Who oft wears his great parties' purple crown, And shies his big castor right in the ring, When he wants to run f.r most anything. While traveling to the far distant West. I May love and peace his last days bless. And may his sun slot', slowly descending, Mark a pea(-ful and I.lessed ending. O:h(-r got,( frle:{, l would 71adL Plenl!,n, I But space forbids me [t,lvIng tht'nt atlentior. I shall cherish their memonc in my heart, I While the warm currents instinctively start. I Of all the spots down on this old earth. [ Since poor m(,rtal ntan first had his l',b'th, ! Where politics, bitter, threw out white heat, Old Glenville had all the others beat. [ ! I q,,w recall that fierce, fierce campmzn, I Of Grover Cleveland aml of James G. Blaine, Fought. fought way back yonder in eighty-four, Hushed. now its loud thunders evermo.'e. Then Glenville watched that bitter fight, I With relish, if not with keen delight. [ And neither party would flinch or retreat, Until Mr. Blaine went down to defeat. I loved :he grea: man from up in Maine. j My youthful heart was filled with deep pain, I When the cold figures spelled out his doom, And downwa:d sank his knightly plume. On the river .- -outh bank. was an ld :rr5", To transport travelers, oot-sore and weary, The charges were but a dime or a nickel, This was sufficient the boatman to tickle. The old fer,'y boat hath sunk in the tide, No more on its mission it goes forth to ride, And its rude tackle is scattered and rotten, And the name of the owner is almost forgotten. But changes took place on the river's bank, Where once grew the willows, thickly and rank, A bridge spans the river from shore to shore, The great busy world presses onward and o'er. I also recall an old-time frame dwelling, The blast's roar in nay ears is still swelling, As I heard it, when I went to that school, I ! 929. ,,,I ,. ms i " I traveled on foot. for that .... . :he rule. I I refer to the Normal, the old building rudes [ B,KIt on the hill out of good native wood, When t,, school first opened in seventy-two, i The structure was old, I know this is true; I! The school had a library placed on a shelf, The books were not many, I looked for myself, Plutarch was one, my mind oft employed, And the one, which I always richly enjoyed. Don x,.r,' was there, to read and admire, Among th ',.,t number, or truth is a liar, .-Esop another, ha', I can't name them all, But in truth and tact the number was small. Put now overlooking the river a.d town, Great costly buildings look augustly down, With volumes of books, two thousand o more, A priceless treasure, there kept in store. May those buildings stand exempt from decay, Doubt not that school's mis.'i=n or dare say naY, May it stand for ages, sheddi its light, Like a star blazing on th,: brow of the night. Inviting the young to early seek knowledge, Who cannot attend an old costly college, Inviting each youth to drink for his health, From a fountain of inexhaustible wealth. A stately new courthouse can now be seen, Where stood the old building on the green, Proudly it rises right up in the deep blue, Away in the distance it calleth to you. Temple o Justice it tands there for all, The rich, the poor, the great, the small, Rising right up into the clear empty space, May it shield, protect, not damn a poor race, My hand is now weary, this story must close, My mind from its labors is seeking repolm, But the town hath a future, mark what I say, The finger of Time is pointing that wW Glcnville, I leave you, I bid you adieu. My heart feels a flutter, a quiver ,or two, God bless you Old Town, God Bless you agldt, For I am yours truly, and lay down my pen. W. S. BLIZZARD. December 1, 1923. Charleston, 'W. "el. I Hub Clothing Company Glenvilh, W. Va. AND NOW TO SCHOOL Thrifty parents know from past experience that they can oUtfiteir boys from head tO foot at thiS store at minimum Our new fall t,,kb ,ie in....,..-;.afO,-, w:. - lection of popular styles, while our low prices make buying here easy and profitable. -- FOR BOYS -- 4 Piece School Suits $9.95 Made of wool cashmere with long pants and knickers, all sizes up to 16 years. Other Suits for Bo)rs s3.95, s4.95. $7.95 YOUNG MEN'S TWO PANTS SUITS s15.00 All new fall styles, dark ot light patterns STUDENTS 2-PANTS SUITS Sll..005 Sizes up to 20 --SPECIAL-- Black all solid leather men's oxfords, sizes 6 to l0 . .$.95 Young Men's Dress Pants for School, .............. $2.95 Boys' School Sweaters, $1.00 to$4.95 h BOYS' SHOES AND OXFORDS Solid leather, black or tan s2.45 to s4.95 Boys' School Shirts 48c 75c 98c Boys' School Knickers 98c up Boys' Caps, .... 79c, 98c, $1.45 NEW FALL HATS FOR MEN Our Fall Hats as- sortment is so ex- tensive tbat you will find no diffi- culty in choosing the hat best adap- ted to your requi- rements S2P5 up Hart Schaffner Marx Two Pants Suits, Hand Tail- ored. All Wool s35.oo OUTFITTERS MEN AND BOYS L ai i tF x