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From: "Mike & Kathy Bowlin" <>
Subject: [MOHOWARD-L] Higbee News, Friday, 24 Dec 1915
Date: Sat, 7 Apr 2001 20:05:53 -0500


Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Santa: I am a poor old sick
woman. I have been sick ever since August. I can't walk a step. I have to
sit in my chair
all day. I want you to bring me something nice for Christmas. From your
Friend, Susan
Dennis.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Old Santa: I am a little
girl two
years old. I will write and tell you what I want you to bring me.
I want a doll, a ring, some candy, bananas, oranges, and please don't
forget Mama
and Daddy. I will close for this time. From your little friend, Louise
Reilly.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Santa Claus: I will write
and
tell you what I would like for you to bring me for Christmas.
I want you to bring me a locket. I would like for you to bring me a
coconut and
some candy. I would like to have a ring, if you can bring it, and some
bananas.
Well, that is all I will ask for you to bring me this Christmas. Please
don't forget
my poor old sick grandmother and my mama; bring them something nice, too.
I will close for this time. Winnie Dennis.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Santa Claus: I will tell you
what
I want for Christmas. I want a pair of skates and a watch, some nuts, candy
and a box of
caps for an automatic pistol. I guess that is all.
Please don't forget my poor sick grandmother and my big brother Marvin;
bring
them something nice, too. From your little friend, Glen Dennis.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Old Santa: I am a little
girl ten
years old. I go to school and study my lessons well.
I wish you would bring me a doll and doll buggy for Xmas. I won't ask you
to
bring me any fruit or candy, for I think my teacher will treat us.
Santa, don't forget my papa and teacher, Miss Laura Bottoms. Bring them
something nice. Good-bye. Katie Sunderland.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Santa: We are two little
boys
living two miles out. I, Eugene, am a little school boy, age 5 years.
Santa, bring my little
school friends their share of your nice gifts, also my teacher. I, Vencent
am 3 years old.
Dear Santa, please bring us a little red sled and little red rocker; don't
forget the candy,
nuts and fruits. Santa, bring our little sister Edna a little white dress.
Don't forget any
your little boys and girls. EUGENE AND VENCENT KIRBY.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dearest Santa: Am a little girl
of five
years and go to school. Santa, I know you're coming this year, as I've been
just as good
as I know how since you've been watching me. Santa, bring me a little stove
and all and
little tub and board. Bring my little brother Raymond some candy and nuts
along with
mine.
Don't forget the little children who have been good. Your little girl,
CLARA
STARKEY.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Santa Claus: We are a little
sister and brother, living two miles south of town. We want to tell you
what we most
want you to leave as you drive by. I, Oretta am six years old; haven't
missed a day at
school. Santa, I think I need a new doll very badly; don't forget a few
pretty clothes for
her. I, Bert want a train and cars. Bring us nuts and candy. Don't forget
our little
brother Wilfred. ORETTA AND BERT MAJOR.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Santa: I am a little boy of
four
years. Please Santa, don't forget my little train and humming top; also
candy, nuts and
fruits. Santa, don't you think I've been a good boy this year? Don't
forget all other girls
and boys. Santa, you mustn't forget to send snow ahead of you and your
sled. RALPH
DORMAN.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Santy, dear Santy: Please heart
to me,
because I am a good little girl. You see I work for my mother and I am kind
to my
brother. Please bring me a doll, table and a set of dishes. I will hang up
my stocking,
and I love candy and nuts you know. Please send me a stove too if you will.
I never have
had a stove, but I love them awfully well. And I want a teddy bear and a
big baby doll.
ALEEN BURTON.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Santa: I am a little boy 8
years
old and go to school every day. I have been a good little boy this year, so
bring me a
train, a story book, gloves and a watch, candy, oranges, nuts and anything
else you think
would be nice for me. And please don't forget my little cousin, Glen Ewin,
in Nebraska,
and bring him something nice--Wilford Ware.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Old Santa: I am a little
girl
three years old. I live a mile and a half from Higbee. I want for
Christmas a doll, doll
buggy, rocking chair, little tub, nuts and candy, and don't forget my little
sister, Hazel,
bring her lots of nice things--Ruby Miles.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--BOY, KICKED OUT BY EMPLOYER, DIES FROM
EXPOSURE--Several weeks ago a young white boy walked into town and
complained to
Chief of Police Hinton that he was ill. He stated that he had been working
for a farmer
south of this city and that the man, after employing him for several months,
refused to
pay him for his work. The boy was without money, and he was allowed to
sleep in the
city hall here.
Later he was taken to Huntsville. He had developed pneumonia, and was in a
serious condition. And about a week ago exposure claimed another victim,
and the boy
died.
But before dying he told Huntsville residents the name of his widowed
mother,
awaiting his return in the little home down in Knoxville, Tenn.
Saturday the mother, Mrs. William Brown, arrived in Moberly. She had
received
word of her boy's death away up here, and when she told the Sunday school
class she
was teaching that her heart was torn with grief and that she was unable to
come here to
claim the body, they immediately raised a purse and paid for her ticket and
for the ticket
of the boy who would ride in "the baggage car ahead."
The mother went to Huntsville. The undertaker there had a bill for $20
against
her for services performed in preparing the boy's body for burial. Mrs.
Brown was
unable to pay the amount. The undertaker refused to give her the body of
her child.
So she came back to Moberly and yesterday and today, almost wild with the
grief
tugging at her heart strings, she forgot her pride and begged for
assistance. She wants to
take her boy back to the little home in Knoxville, Tenn, for burial. And
she needs only
$20 to accomplish her desires.
Judge Adkisson went before the county court this morning and laid the
matter
before them. They gave him $10 for the mother. Other persons contributed
small
amounts raising the total a trifle, until now only about $9 remains between
the boy and
decent burial in the cemetery where his father and other members of his
family are at
rest.
Judge Adkisson stated this afternoon that he believed from what the boy
said that
the farmer who employed him had retained in wages more than enough money to
take the
boy back to Knoxville for burial. And the judge is going before the county
court when
this man presents his bill for road work and make an attempt to force him to
turn over the
boy's wages to the mother who is now left to her own resources.
The boy left his home several weeks ago, taking a car of chickens to New
York.
He came through this part of the country, working at odd jobs and sending
home what
little money he could earn. And each week he wrote home to his mother, who
was
waiting his return, telling of his experiences, and always speaking
hopefully of the time
when he would be able to save her from toil. When he became ill his letters
ceased
coming. Then the mother received news that he was dead.--Moberly Monitor,
Dec. 13.
Will Cave informs us that one bitter cold morning several weeks ago, while
going
to Moberly in an automobile he met the young man mentioned above in the road
several
miles south of Moberly. The latter was sick and was very poorly clad and
asked Mr.
Cave to take him to Moberly, which he did. The young man informed Mr. Cave
that he
had been working several weeks for a farmer in that neighborhood and that on
taking
sick, was told by the farmer to get out, as he could not afford to keep
anyone around him
who could not work, and refused to pay him what was due him, according to
the young
man's story. Mr. Cave advised him to consult a lawyer when they reached
Moberly, but
the young fellow replied that he didn't have a penny and besides his clothes
were so
ragged he would be ashamed to go to a lawyer's office. Mr. Cave then
advised him to
see the police, which the young fellow seems to have done.
The young man's story should be investigated, and if true, the farmer
should be
made to pay not only the money due the boy, but damages in a good round
figure as well,
for he is in all probability responsible for the boy's death.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--GERMANY'S CRY OF JOY--What made anybody notice the
sinking of the Lusitania? What is it about the Lusitania that will be
eloquent forever!
It was not the physical force in it. It was not the mean little cowardly
thrust and
shout from a boat hiding under water.
It was the joy of the German people, the ringing of the bells in a thousand
steeples, over the drowning of twelve hundred innocent men, women and
children. It
was the editorials in a thousand German newspapers. It was Germany's cry of
joy as she
committed suicide, as she lifted up twelve hundred innocent men and women,
a hundred
and fifty babies, flung them aghast upon the sea--and then she swung her hat
before the
world and said:
"Look! Look! O World--this is what Germany is like!"--American Magazine.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--Mrs. W. H. Goin, a former resident of Sturgeon, died at
her home
in Sedalia on the 17th, aged 77 years. She is survived by her husband and
four children.
Mrs. Goin was a half sister of E. A. Sweeney of this place.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--A marriage license was granted at Moberly Tuesday to
Mr. Henry
Orton and Miss Ida S. Chapman of this place. We could not learn when the
marriage was
to take place.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--J. M. Kirby and wife of Moberly are the guests of his
brother, A. J.
Kirby, and other relatives near town. Mr. Kirby only recently returned from
Colorado
Springs, where he has been living for several years, and informed us that he
would likely
return to that place early in the coming year.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--A team belonging to A. Stahlman of Yates, became
frightened and
broke loose from the hitchrack near Murphy's garage Saturday and started for
home on a
dead run, being stopped about four miles west of town by Dan Robb. Although
the team
ran like the wind up hill and down hill and around sharp turns, neither the
buggy or
harness were injured in the least. Mr. Stahlman was up the next day looking
for a fur
coat that had been lost out of the buggy and was lucky enough to find it,
some one having
returned it to M. Murphy's store.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--MRS. HERMAN WHITE DEAD--Jewell, second daughter of Jas.
and Ida Cleeton, died in Renick on Dec 19, 1915, aged 17 years and 10
months.
Her funeral was preached Wednesday at the Christian church in Renick by E.
Y.
Keiter, assisted by the pastor, Rev. Melville.
She was laid to rest in the Hamilton cemetery beside her little babe, who
precede
her four days ago. She leaves to mourn her death her father, mother, two
sisters, one
brother and husband, to whom she was married Dec 26, 1914.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--W. H. Magruder was here from near Armstrong Tuesday and
informed us that he would leave with his family January 4 for San Beniot,
Tex., near
which place he recently purchased a small ranch. The best wishes of a host
of friends go
with them.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--W. I. Williams arrested Wm. Gaul and Ed Denn here
Sunday on
information from Peoria, Ill, that they were wanted at that place for
assault and highway
robbery. They are being held for the Illinois authorities.

Friday, 24 Dec 1915--MURDY-MELVILLE--Mr. John Murdy and Miss Lottie Melville
were married at the residence of the officiating minister, Rev. Ben Robson,
Sunday,
December 19, 1915.
Rumors of the wedding had been current for several days, but came as a
surprise,
as the happy pair took none of their friends into their confidence.
The bride is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Hiram Melville of near
Huntsville, and
is a most charming young lady.
The groom is a son of the late George Murdy and is one of Higbee's most
industrious young men.
That happiness may ever attend them is the sincere wish of The News and a
host
of friends.

Kathy Bowlin
Additions, corrections, comments welcome.


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