Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--Mrs. John Goin was called to Slater Wednesday by the illness of her daughter, Mrs. Sophia Fife. (Note: this should be Piper not Fife). Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--8 Nov 1918--Mr. and Mrs. Jasper Roberts received a letter from their son, Bernice, this week informing them that he was in a hospital in France suffering from a broken leg, received in a 25-foot fall on board his ship four weeks ago. He said he was receiving every possible attention and spoke in glowing terms of the Red Cross Nurses. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--KILLS SELF ACCIDENTALLY--A. S. Haynes, who lives with his son, John Haynes and wife on the Huntsville road, happened to an accident late this afternoon which cost him his life. Mr. Haynes took a double barrel shot gun and went out to kill a dog, which had been troubling them. He killed the dog with one discharge of the gun and took the gun back in the house and set it down in a close. Just as he set it down, the other barrel went off and struck him squarely, blowing off the top of his head and killing him instantly. Mr. Haynes is a well known man in this city and county. He formerly was connected with the Wabash and later did railroading in Canada. For the last few years he has been an interested and successful farmer--Moberly Democrat, Oct 31. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--GEORGE PHILLIP RILEY DIES OF INFLUENZA IN N. J. CAMP--The sad intelligence reached the parents, Mr. and Mrs. J. P. Riley, residing near the Midland No. 4 camp, last Saturday that their son, Phillip, who was in training at Hoboken, N. J., has passed away Friday morning of Spanish influenza. Phillip was 20 years old in June, and although not being quite of age, he registered in the summer with those who had become 21 since the first registration, and was sent in August to the training camp at Greenleaf, Ga., and transferred to Hoboken, NJ. He was one of the whole-hearted and enthusiastic Americans, one of whom this community was so proud. A greater spirit of love for country and home, could not be exemplified than in his sacrifice and desire to help win the World War for Humanity, and to be cut short of his desire to reach the battle fonts, was surely a sad disappointment to him, and to his relatives and friends who were so proud of his ambition. Justly has it been credited, that the young men who failed to reach the battle fronts, only because sickness and death overtook them, were entitled to an equal amount of praise and honors as those who were able to win glory on the battle field. So far as we know, he was the first Novinger boy to die in the service of his country, and this community bows in grief with the parents, brothers and sisters of the deceased. The remains were due to arrive here today and funeral services and burial will take place in the Novinger cemetery at 2 p.m. Sunday--Novinger Herald. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--A LETTER FROM DYSART WILSON--Mrs. Geo. Wilson was very much relieved and delighted by the receipt of a letter Sunday from her son, Dysart, who has been in the thickest of the fighting in France, and who had gone over the top a half dozen times or more. His letter follows: "Will write you again to inform you that I am still OK and I sincerely hope when this reaches you that you are all well and enjoying good health. I am now staying in an American constructed barracks some distance behind the lines. Guess we will be here for awhile. And believe me, it is sure a treat to be in this barracks compared to the usual sort of French billets we have had to contend with. Have you received my Liberty Bond yet? Would just like to know. How is everybody. Tell them all I send best regards and love to them, and for them to write whenever they have nothing else to do." Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--HOWARD MILLER DEAD--The many friends and acquaintances of Howard Miller, known among his familiars as "Peggy," were shocked beyond measure when the word came Saturday that he had died at Van Buren, Ark., or near there, Tuesday of last week from pneumonia following influenza. He was the youngest son of Mr. and Mrs. J. Frank Miller, and accompanied by his wife and little daughter, left here Oct. 5th with his parents for Arkansas, where Mr. Miller has a farm and where they were to make their future home. He was about 25 years of age and besides the relatives above enumerated is survived by a brother, who is in the army. Interment was made at Van Buren. The deepest sympathy of old Higbee friends goes out to the bereaved. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--A LETTER FROM DAVID SHARP--Mr. and Mrs. Luke Sharp received several letters last week from their son, David, who is with the 89th Division in France, from which we are permitted to copy the following: Sept. 9--I am still able to kick and eat all I can get. The last two nights I have been moving, and believe me, I have had a time with the mud and rain. Another fellow and I took a two-wheeled cart and one horse with a load large enough for two horses. The first night we got hung in the mud and worked with it until 3:30, then we took two blankets and spread them on the ground. By this time I was soaked to the skin and covered with mud from head to foot, for we were in a continual shower of rain. We crawled between the blankets and had not laid there but a few minutes when Fritz landed a few shells not far from us. Even that and the rain hitting us in the face did not keep us awake. I did not sleep late the next morning and started unloading the wagon. The horse balked with the load but pulled the empty wagon without any trouble. We drove about two miles and had to wait until dark to proceed. I started to water the horse in the afternoon and had to go about a mile. I was riding him bareback. A rain came up and we were facing it. I was in my shirt sleeves and got soaked again. I didn't think it was going to rain when I started and did not take my rain coat. I don't think I ever saw it rain harder in my life. The horse would not face it and I had to get off and lead him. After dark we started again and had not gone a mile and hung up. We did not have very far to go from there, so we unloaded the wagon again and pulled out. From there we split our load and after delivering the first part of it went back after the rest of it. All this was done on a very little something to eat. This is only sleep and a few hard tacks for a sample of a soldier's life in the Flanders mud. But at that I enjoyed it, for I didn't catch any cold, although expected to be choked up so bad I could hardly talk. Sept. 21--Over the top on Gen. Pershing's birthday. As usual, victory was ours. The Germans are afraid of the US soldiers and I don't blame them. Neither would anyone else who watched them go over the top. It was something wonderful to see every man leap from the trench at the same time without least bit of fear in him when he realized what he had to meet. This was done amid shrapnel and machine gun bullets, but they never halted for one instant. The Germans were so scared that they ran so far the first day we could not catch them the second day. I am getting anxious to see the Higbee paper. I have never seen but one since I left Camp Mills. I wish you would get after Scott and see if he is sending it to the right address. This stationery is a little out of the ordinary, for it was captured from the Germans. I will have lots to tell you when I get back. Just a year ago today I left Moberly for Camp Funston. I did not think then that I would be where I am today. But time brings many changes and one never can tell. Sept 27--I have received several letters from you lately, also one copy of the Higbee News of August 2nd. I have surely been glad to get all letters and papers. I sure wish I was back to go to Sunday School. I hardly know when Sunday comes unless I hear some one say it is Sunday. I have never drilled since I left our training camp. We are now on the scene of action and you know where shells are bursting and the enemy airplanes are flying every day is no place to drill. On our drive we sure met success and it was a decided victory. I only know of one Higbee boy who was killed. That was Elmer Silk. I had to quite writing to get paid. This is the second time since leaving Funston. But here we do not need money. Tobacco, that is Bull Durham, is issued to us. Then the YMCA and Red Cross keep us supplied in chocolate and a few cigarettes and cakes. They are a good deal better to us since we went "over the top" than they were before. They, or at least part of them, went over with us and after establishing their headquarters just behind the lines they brought candy and such to the trenches for us. A little candy in such a place sure goes good and is gladly accepted by the boys, myself included. I was never so glad to get anything, or tasted anything so good as a cup of chocolate I got from the YW one day after going four days with nothing to drink except water. I see Arthur Towles, Jesse Williams and Arthur Duffield almost every day. They are still cooking. Sept. 30--Well, we are still on the front. Of course we don't know how long we will be here before we are relieved. I am in hopes it will not be long, but so far I have suffered for nothing. I saw O. Redick O'Bryan Friday. He is now with this Division. He is the same old Irishman and told me to tell the Higbee voters that he would be out for prosecuting attorney in 1920 and that if the Randolph voters didn't watch out he and the war veterans would pull the election so far they would not know what was going on. He is still in practice at making speeches, as he delivers one to the boys quite often. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--A LETTER FROM ROGER WARFORD--Roger Warford writes us from Ridge, Montana, under date of October 26: I wish to express through the NEWS some things regarding some rumors that have reached Higbee vicinity, and also say word to the boys who asked me to write them if I found anything worth while out here. In regard to the place I am contesting, I will state that I have resided on same for more than one year and that the former entryman is dead and has no known heirs: also that I was advised by the US General Land Office at Washington, DC, and also by the Local Land Office at Miles City, Mont, as to the course to pursue to secure the cancellation of the former entryman's claim. As to the health of my wife, I consider my wife in better health than she has been since we were married. I find this to be an exceedingly healthy place, as the catarrh and hay fever doesn't bother me or our little girl. We have fine, pure air and extra good living water. As to our coming back to Missouri, I will state that owing to the health of my wife being poor and also that of my wife's grandmother also being poor, and duty to our country, we had talked a little of coming back there for the winter. We thought that I might do more toward winning the war by me working in the mine this winter, but on account of some business and very necessary work we could not get away from here before December 1, so it is very doubtful if we see Missouri this winter. I will state further that we have no intention of making Missouri our home, for a while yet, at least. There was another rumor that reached us that I shall not mention here. Anyone can get the straight of it by asking my father, J. S. Warford, regarding it. As to whether we have found anything worth while out here, I will say that I am satisfied with the country and that we have had good crops this year. Wheat and oats made from 10 to 40 bushel per acre. Corn has been estimated all the way from 20 to 50 bushels per acre. This corn fools an Easterner. It grows very short. Beans made an extra good yield. Gardens were fine. We raised some of the largest potatoes, turnips, carrots and citron I ever saw. One citron weighed 36 pounds. But I am not putting this up as a farming country, yet I haven't been here long enough; and also what might suit me might not suit some of the boys who asked me to write. Therefore, I have not written to them personally. I will say that all are well and hearty. We have lots of work to do. this homesteading takes a little nerve and backbone, but we are here to make us a home. For the same purpose our forefathers once settled Missouri, and for that matter, the whole of American. John Jones and family are well and have excellent crops. Chas. Solberg was out here and Wyo., and was highly pleased with the crops. I will also say that the land is about all taken through this part of the country, though there is a little left, but the best is gone. I guess I have used about enough of your space and time. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--W. D. Welch, who has a position with the Missouri Colony at Marshall, came home Tuesday for a short visit with the home folks and to vote. His many friends will be pleased to learn that he is gaining weight and strength. His left arm is still paralyzed and useless, but gives evidence of a slow but gradual improvement. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--Born, on the 7th, to Mr. and Mrs. Jacob T. Stark, a son. Additions, corrections, comments welcome. Kathy Bowlin