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From: "Kathy Bowlin" <>
Subject: [MOHOWARD-L] Higbee News, 10 Feb 1927, Pt 1 of 2
Date: Sat, 2 Aug 2003 20:26:52 -0500


The following are selected articles from a Newspaper titled, "The Higbee News" which
was issued out of the town of Higbee, in Randolph County, Missouri from the years 1888
through 1953. The editors were W. H. Welch and his son H. Scott Welch. This paper covered the Higbee area and also a great deal of
the northeastern part of Howard county. The copyright notice at the end of this transcript is there for the sole purpose of keeping
this work free to the public, and to ensure that it is not
harvested by a fee-based corporate genealogy site, or published in any format for profit. If you decide to use the information from
this transcription, PLEASE LIST ME AS THE SOURCE, rather than the paper. My transcription is another generation removed from the
microfilm, and would thus be a third generation copy of the original paper. For proper documentation, a researcher should obtain a
photocopy of the microfilm for their own permanent records, and use my transcript as a guide or index. The microfilm is available
for interlibrary loan through the State Historical Society of Missouri, and a copy is also on file at the Moberly Public Library,
generously donated by the Higbee Historical Society.
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Thursday, 10 Feb 1927, Vol 40, No 40, Pg 1 Col 1--OUR VERY BEST FRIEND
GONE--Our very best and truest friend, "Don," our faithful and affectionate Airedale,
who knew no greater happiness or contentment than to be our constant companion, and
whose honest affection was as sincerely returned, is no more, having been found dead
Sunday, lying on the Katy right-of-way about a half mile south of town, and who had
been missing since Tuesday of last week, the supposition being that he was killed by a
train. Is so, no blame attaches to anyone, nor does it if he was shot for killing chickens or
running stock--something we never heard of his doing. But if his honest heart was
forever stilled by someone who put out poison just to kill some poor hungry dog that
might visit their premises, it is a different matter. We don't wish anybody any harm, but
if poor Don went in any such manner, we hope the party responsible will be forever
chased through a never-ending hell with the "Hound of the Baskervilles" at his heels,
breathing fire and brimstone, and barely missing his shirt tail at every step. If hell ever
disgorges, the last dregs of its last vomit will be the wanton poisoner of dumb animals.
Did it ever occur to you that dogs, and other animals as well, might live again the
same as yourself, especially in cases where they are the better men of the two? Take that
dog of yours and look into the very depths of those liquid eyes, which all but talk, see an
affection, no matter how unworthy you may be, as great, or greater, than that of your own
mother's, and remember that whether he is sick or well, hungry or cold or crippled, his
only desire and greatest happiness is to be with you or near you, asking only a kindly
word or look now and then, and ready at any time without thought of self, to give his life
for you, then ask yourself, seriously, if death can end such love. We don't believe it, and
when we pass out we confidently expect "Don" to be one of the very first to greet us, and
with him, as with all the loved ones gone, we shall know as we are known.
In this connection, we don't know but what Lord Byron's poem, dedicated to a
favorite dog, and at whose grave he erected a monument, wouldn't more properly convey
our meaning, if we can quote it from memory. Teach it to that boy of yours. It will do
him good, and won't hurt you. Here it is:
"When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,
The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe.
And storied urns record who rest below.
When all is done, upon his toms is seen--
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his master's own,
Who labors, breathes, fights, lives, for him alone,
Unhonored falls, unnoticed all his worth,
Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth;
While man, vain insect, hopes to be forgiven
And claims himself a sole, exclusive heaven.
O, man, thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery or corrupt by power,
Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,
Thou degraded mass of animated dust.
Thy love is lust, they friendship all a cheat,
Thy smile hypocrisy, thy words deceit.
By nature vile, ennobled but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye who perchance behold this simple urn,--pass on;
It honors n one you wish to mourn.
To make a friend's remains these stones arise--
I never knew but one, and here he lies."

Thursday, 10 Feb 1927, Vol 40, No 40, Pg 1 Col 2--CELEBRATE GOLDEN
WEDDING--The 50th wedding anniversary of Mr. and Mrs. Tip Mobley was fittingly
celebrated at their beautiful country home near Myers on Tuesday, Feb 1, 1927. At an
early hour the invited guests began to arrive until the number reached 62.
At one o'clock, the long, spacious tables, reaching the entire length of the dining
room were set with the most delicious edibles ever gracing a table on any occasion,
including two hams, four chickens, dressings, salads, pickles, twenty-six pies, ten cakes,
including the snow-white angel food wedding cake, which was cut by the bride at the
close of the feast.
This delicious dinner was served cafeteria style to all the guests and was as fine as
they ever had an opportunity to partake of before.
The joyous strains of the wedding march, played by Mrs. Jim Innes on the piano,
was heard at 2:30, when the bride and groom slowly marched into the parlor, followed by
the bridesmaid and best man, Mr. and Mrs. John Franklin, who were present at their
wedding fifty years ago. These were followed by the flower girls--Misses Frances
Dougherty and Elsie Franklin.
T. J. Blakemore, justice of the peace, performed the wedding ceremony. Little
Miss Alberta Dougherty, who was ring girl, presented the wedding ring at the opportune
time during the ceremony. She was tastefully dressed in white silk crepe, with blue
trimmings.
The bride was becomingly attired in all white rayon, with long Moline veil and
flower wreath.
The bride and groom received many useful and valuable gifts, including a gold
watch charm, gold rings, gold fruit stand, flower vase, gold pen, several $5 gold pieces,
and last, but not least, which pleased the bride immensely, was a plain band ring,
presented her by Misses Bessie Feland and Irene Dougherty.
The remainder of the afternoon was spent in singing and music. The songs,
"When You and I were Young, Maggie," and "Silver Threads Among the Gold,"
delighted the hearts of the bride and groom. All left at a late hour wishing the happy
couple many more happy days. Those present: Mr. and Mrs. F. F. Innes, Mr. and Mrs. F.
M. Heath, Mr. and Mrs. George Rennolds, Mr. and Mrs. T. F. Blakemore and little son,
Jimmie, Mr. and Mrs. Andy Mead, Mr. and Mrs. S. E. Piper, Mr. and Mrs. Jeff
Dougherty, Mr. and Mrs. Ben Feland, Mr. and Mrs. Claib Dougherty and little son, Harry,
Mr. and Mrs. O. E. Farrell, Mr. and Mrs. John Franklin, Mr. and Mrs. G. M. Comstock,
Mr. and Mrs. John Newman, Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Kirby, Mrs. J. S. Dougherty of Fayette;
Irene, Francis and Beatrice Dougherty, Mattie Hayden, Elsie Franklin, Bessie Feland,
Marsia Mae Piper, Mary Blessing Dougherty, Maude Franklin, Sadie Robertson, Mary
Lucile Innes, Joe H. Andrews, Birch Dougherty, M. B. and Merrell Dougherty, Harold
Blakey, Elmer Newman, Charley Strong, Tim Dougherty, Roy Quick, Cleo. Blakemore,
Woodrow Mead, Harwood Innes, Glen and Earl Marly.

Thursday, 10 Feb 1927, Vol 40, No 40, Pg 1 Col 2--Thos. E. Pitney, who was recently
injured by an explosion of dynamite at the strip mine south of town, his face and right
hand being quite painfully injured, as well as the sight of one eye, was able to come
home yesterday from Boonville where he had been having his eye taken care of for
several weeks. The sight was not permanently injured, we are glad to state.

Thursday, 10 Feb 1927, Vol 40, No 40, Pg 1 Col 3--SCHOOL NOTES--The girls'
basketball team returned from Fulton Saturday. Thursday night they played and defeated
Warsaw's team, 27-12. The Warsaw team was an extremely good team, one of the best
in the tournament.
Friday the Higbee team played Dieblstadt. They were defeated 35-24. This is the
second time in the entire year that the Higbee girls have been defeated. Dieblstadt was in
turn defeated by Elven. Elven and Crystal City were the champions of last year, and they
had exactly the same teams to the last player.

Thursday, 10 Feb 1927, Vol 40, No 40, Pg 1 Col 5--MRS. CLAIBE DOUGHERTY
BETTER--Mrs. Claibe Dougherty, who has been suffering from blood poisoning in one
of her hands, was taken to a Moberly hospital Sunday by Dr. J. W. Winn for treatment,
and where the hand was operated on. She was not quite so well Tuesday, but yesterday
she was reported as doing nicely, but all danger of amputation being necessary has not
passed. The NEWS joins the many friends of Mrs. Dougherty in the hope that she can
soon return fully restored.

Thursday, 10 Feb 1927, Vol 40, No 40, Pg 1 Col 6--ANOTHER HIGBEE BOY
MAKING GOOD--Mrs. Ed Eubanks writes us from Kansas City under date of the 3rd:
"I see in the paper that you very often give some Higbee boy a write-up, and I am sending
you Ronald's picture, also what the Star has to say about him as an R. O. T. C. officer,
and I will also add that he wishes he was a few years older so he could vote for Jim Reed.
Kansas City is strong for Jim."
The clipping sent by Mrs. Eubanks, which was headed "The Bantam of R. O. T.
C. Officers," and carried a picture of Ronald in full uniform, follows:
"Ronald Earl Paulfrey is 4 feet 11 inches tall, weighs 98 1/2 pounds including the
sword, and on that basis is the smallest youth ever commissioned an R. O. T. C. officer in
Kansas City. He is the son of Mrs. Mayme Paulfrey, 1025 East Eighth street. He is 16
years old and attends Lathrop trade school. His fellow cadets remember an inspection
Paulfrey made of a 6-foot private. The cadet officer stood on a chair to examine the big
fellow, then got down to bawl him out, in true military style, for having a dirty neck."
Following the death of his father, the late John Paulfrey, Ronald moved to Kansas
city with his mother, and his many Higbee acquaintances will be glad to know that he is
making good, both at school and in his work. Shortly after going to the city he got a job
in a first class printing office, working after school hours and on Saturdays and during
vacation, with the result, being an exceptionally bright boy, he simply "ate it up," and is
now well on the way to becoming one of the city's best printers. Steady as a judge and
reliability itself, he is one of the firm's most popular and trusted employees. The NEWS
joins Ronald's other friends in congratulations on his success in the art preservative and
the distinction he has won in a military way, and hopes the years to come will find him
the owner of the plant in which he is now an employee and that he will never be called to
a battlefield.


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