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From: "Mike & Kathy Bowlin" <>
Subject: [MOHOWARD-L] Higbee News, Friday, 12 July 1912
Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2001 11:51:48 -0600


Friday, 12 July 1912--John James and Guy Bush of Marceline were drowned in a
creek
near that place on the 5th. The accident was due to their horse becoming
frightened on a
bridge and backing the buggy off into the water. Both men were drowned in
trying to
save the horse, which afterwards escaped.

Friday, 12 July 1912--Late Saturday afternoon W. G. Austin, the engineer in
charge of the
electric light plant at Randolph Springs, had a narrow escape from death.
He was
engaged in the discharge of his duties when the belt broke, knocking him
down and
before he could get out of the way he was nearly whipped to death by the
flying band.
With the greatest difficulty he backed and crawled from the terrific lashing
of the
immense belt. He was taken to his mother's home in Huntsville and now lies
in a critical
condition, covered with bruises and badly lacerated--Moberly Democrat, July
8th.

Friday, 12 July 1912--J. W. Fisher, a Fayette painter, died Friday from the
effects of burns
received the Wednesday before. He was using a gasoline blower in removing
old paint
when it exploded.

Friday, 12 July 1912--Thos. Wheeler of this place who slashed W. R. Rhodes
of Moberly
in the arm with a pocket knife one night last week in a quarrel, was bound
over to the
October term of circuit court and was released under $500 bond.

Friday, 12 July 1912--One of the smallest of the large snakes carried by the
carnival here
last week, escaped Friday night and made its way into W. F. Jones' store
through a
basement window and was almost stepped on by Mr. Jones and May Spurling when
they
opened the store Saturday morning. As the snake was a bad looking customer
and didn't
seem inclined to get out of the way, Mr. Jones got a pistol and took five
shots at it, but
succeeded in wounding it only slightly. It was later turned over to its
owners.

Friday, 12 July 1912--W. R. Pattrick, accompanied by his wife, left Tuesday
for Colorado
Springs, where they will spend the summer. Mr. Pattrick has been in poor
health for
some time, suffering from slight bronchial trouble, and has strong hopes
that the pure
mountain air will restore his to his full vigor as it did some ten or twelve
years ago when
he was similarly affected. That such will be the case this time is the
sincere hope and
belief of a host of friends in old Higbee.

Friday, 12 July 1912--YOUTHFUL PAIR MARRIED--There appeared in the office of
Circuit Clerk Marshall this afternoon, a youthful pair of lovers who
blushingly
announced that they had decided to wed and wanted a marriage license at
once.
The couple referred to were Alexander Kirkpatrick, of Higbee and Miss Mary
L.
Hume of Glasgow. Neither were of age but both carried the written consent
of their
parents, and the license was issued by Probate Judge Ratliff, Circuit Clerk
Marshall being
out of town.
The couple left the court house in search of a minister and were married
before
leaving for their future home in Higbee--Moberly Monitor.

Friday, 12 July 1912--Mrs. Belle Cole left Monday for Omaha, for a short
visit with her
son, Wirt Randolph, before his removal to Denver.

Friday, 12 July 1912--Mrs. W. S. Jones and three grandchildren of Moberly
were the
guests of her brother, H. L. Thompson, and family during the week.

Friday, 12 July 1912--If you have visitors or know of anything that would
make an item
of local news, call up 49 if you don't see us to tell us about it.

Friday, 12 July 1912--Dink Lewis and Thos. Sutliff, Jr, left Wednesday for
Montana,
where they will locate.

Friday, 12 July 1912--GRIT WINS HIM GOOD POSITION--J. Hezzie Pattrick, whose
likeness appears herewith, left Monday for Clinton, Ill, where he has been
given a
position in the claims department of the Missouri Pacific railroad by
President Bush. He
will do office work until he familiarizes himself with the work, when, if he
makes good,
of which there is no doubt, he will likely be given a position as claim
agent.
The way Hez stumbled onto the position reads like a chapter out of a novel.
Several years ago when the exposition was held at Portland, Hez took it in,
an don
his return, stopped off for a visit in Yellowstone Park. When he reached
the latter he
found that he was short of money, and not desiring to wire home for more, he
determined
to make the trip through the park on foot. On his sixth and last day in the
park, he was
overtaken on the 23rd mile of his day's journey by a gentleman in a
carriage, and they
were soon engaged in conversation. Although Hez was looking pretty much
like a
"bum," the gentleman could tell from his address and manner that he was
anything else,
and when Hez refused a proffered ride, began to make inquiries of him as to
who he was,
where he lived, why he was walking, etc. Hez evaded none of the questions,
and as the
gentleman left him, he remarked to Hez that he would see him at the depot
the next day,
when Hez was due to take the train for home, provided his sand and steam
held out,
which it did.
While seated in the train, tired and weary, and thinking of his good soft
bed at
home, Hez's eyes was made to stick out by a Pullman porter coming into his
coach
making inquiries for him, and informing him that he was wanted in the
private coach in
the rear. He had forgotten about the man in the park, of whose identify he
was in
ignorance, and told that porter than his name was J. H. Pattrick, all right,
but that there
surely was some mistake. Being assured that there wasn't Hez made his way
to the rear
and was dumbfounded to find that he was in the private car of President
Bush, now of the
Missouri Pacific, but then of the Maryland Central. The vice-president was
also of the
party, as was his wife, and Hez after being introduced in turn to each of
the party was
invited to take dinner with them. As he was hungry enough to eat a chunk of
cold
cannibal and the invitation was so pressing he couldn't decline. He raised
a roar of
laughter that could be heard by the engineer when the steward opened the
sideboard and
asked him what he would have to drink, by replying, "Buttermilk!" He was
informed
that none was on board, but that at the next station he should have all he
wanted. They
were as good as their word and got him a half gallon.
When Mr. Bush found out that Hez did not know the taste of spirituous
liquors he
was more pleased with him than ever, and as they parted requested him to
keep in touch
with him and that after he had finished school he could probably find a
place for him.
A better boy than Hez or a more thorough gentleman can't be found in the
country, and the NEWS can vouch for the fact to his employers that they have
got hold of
a young man who will do the right thing at all times, even if it costs him
his job.

Friday, 12 July 1912--Born, on the 5th, at Elliott, to Peter Gruber and
wife, a son. It is
the first and only grandson of Willard Owen and wife and the first
great-grandson of Joel
Owen and wife. Needless to say that all are rejoicing.

Friday, 12 July 1912--BIRTHDAY DINNER--Wednesday, July 10, 1912, was a day
long
to be remembered at the hospitable home of Mr. and Mrs. A. G. Atkins, one
of Higbee's
most venerable old couples, it being the 68th anniversary of Mrs. Atkins'
birth.
Relatives and friends had looked forward to the occasion for weeks with
pleasant
anticipation, and by noon the big shady yard was full of people, old and
young.
The dinner was spread on an immense table in the shade and after
thanks had been
returned by Mr. S. E. Marrs, all were invited to help themselves, and they
did so for it
was a meal fit for a king and there was enough of it to feed a regiment.
Roast mutton,
fried chicken, veal loaf, ham(the good old country kind) pies by the
hundred, cakes by
the dozen, salads and relishes galore tested the table to its full capacity.
After the hunger
of all had been appeased the table seemed to contain as much as it did
before.
Mrs. Atkins is the oldest of a family of twelve children, all living,
and all of whom
were present except four, they being kept away by sickness.
Those present: S. G. Dougherty and wife, J. D. Dougherty and wife,
J. L. Dougherty
and wife, S. E. Dougherty and wife, Timothy Dougherty and wife, Joe
Dougherty and
wife and Mrs. Calvin George.
Those from a distance: Joe McCune and sisters, Misses Mary and
Jennie, of
Renick; Roy O'Bryan and wife, Wm. Mead and wife and Miss Pearl Humphrey of
Moberly; Mrs. Jennie Dougherty of Clark and Mrs. Jane Durnill of Burton, and
latter
being the oldest person present, being in her 89th year.
At a late hour all departed, expressing the hope that it was the
beginning of a long
series of such occasions, as in the case of her father, the late "Uncle
Jimmy" Dougherty.
The day he was 75 he was given a similar dinner. He lived to enjoy twenty
similar
occasions, the celebrations in his latter years being looked forward to as
the biggest
annual event in Howard county.
Mrs. Atkins was the recipient of a great many mementos of the day and
besides her
personal thanks, desires to sincerely thank through the NEWS each and every
one for
their thoughtfulness, and especially for the kind wishes with which they
were
accompanied.

Friday, 12 July 1912--While driving home with her husband Wednesday evening,
Mrs.
Wm. Tucker was thrown from the buggy in front of Mose Blansett's residence
and was
quite severely bruised. Mr. Tucker stuck to the rig and succeeded in
stopping the horse at
the residence of Tole Burton by running it into the fence. The animal took
fright at Dr.
C. F. Burkhalter's automobile which was standing in front of Oren Lessly's
residence,
although it passed the machine without apparently noticing it.

Friday, 12 July 1912--JODIE CARTER DEAD--Jodie Carter is dead. When the
above
was phoned to his loyal Higbee friends from the county farm near Huntsville
early
Sunday morning, while it saddened, it carried gladness, too, for all knew
that the poor
helpless cripple, who had suffered ten thousand deaths in the past seven or
eight years,
was forever at rest from pain and sorrow.
His was the most pitiful case we ever knew. His birth a mystery to himself
and
friends, and his childhood full of harsh words, cuffs and work, his life
indeed was a sad
one, and no one can be blamed for shedding a tear of gladness that he is now
at rest.
As soon as he was big enough after the death of his supposed step-father,
Thos.
Carter, he went to work in the mines to support his supposed aunt, Mr.
Carter's wife. He
longed to know who his parents were and Mrs. Carter promised to reveal the
secret to
him before her death. All went well with them for a few brief years, when
Mrs.. Carter
contracted consumption, and poor Jodie was pushed to the limit in caring for
her. Some
six or eight years ago he was taken down with rheumatism, and the little he
had saved, as
well as hundreds of dollars contributed by the good people of Higbee (and
there are no
better on the entire globe) was expended in sending him to resorts and
hospitals. It was
all to no avail and both Jodie and Mrs. Carter, the former entirely helpless
to move hand
or foot, were thrown on the mercy of the town. the people stuck closer to
them in their
helplessness, and at a great expense kept Jodie in charge of a special nurse
for several
months following Mrs. Carter's death. She failed to tell him the secret he
longed to
know, but an examination of her truck told of relatives and they were
communicated with
and shortly before her death a sister arrived from the South, and after the
funeral
promised to do what she could for Jodie. We don't think she was ever heard
from again.
Her sister in California, however, sent him money at various times, a
remittance reaching
him a day or two before he died.
Jodie's care finally became too great a burden on the people, and it was
decided
to send him to the county farm, where, at the special request of his
friends, who left
money for his needs, he was given every attention.
Several weeks ago when several of his friends visited him he told them that
he
could not lived but a short time and exacted a promise from them that they
would bury
him in the cemetery at old Higbee. In conformity with their promise, the
body was
brought here Sunday and funeral services, conducted by Rev. Ben Robson, were
held at
the Baptist church Monday afternoon. The church was full of his former
friends and
acquaintances and the good women of the town banked his casket with cut
flowers.
Interment was made in the city cemetery.

Kathy Bowlin


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