Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--Born, on the 2nd, to Mr. and Mrs. Earl Nicholas, a daughter. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--Mrs. Herb Morris and family moved to Moberly Wednesday where she will make her home with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Job Hardwick. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--Mr. and Mrs. T. H. Walton spent Sunday in Columbia with their son, Thos. H., a member of the S. A. T. C. He has asked for a transfer to a military band and if it is granted he will likely be in France within a few months. If he fails he will ask a transfer to an officers' training school. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--Lud Newman and Roy Reed left Tuesday night for Atlanta, Ga., where they will work at the carpenter's trade in one of Uncle Sam's big munition plants. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--Mr. and Mrs. Finis Higdon of Roanoke motored to Columbia Sunday to visit their son, Walker, who is in the Aviation division of Navy in S. A. T. C. They were accompanied by Miss Lena Hudson of Higbee. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--THE WAR HAD ENDED--The glorious news came over the wire Thursday noon that Germany had accepted and signed the Allied armistice terms and that fighting had ceased. This means that the war has ended, for the terms were so harsh as those required of Austria, and should Germany want to go back to her agreement when it comes to peace terms she will be in no position to fight, as the Allies will be in control of all of her frontier towns and forts. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--Wm. Wainwright, who was struck in the left eye by a piece of sulfur while at work in the mine there weeks ago, was taken to St. Louis Tuesday night by Ed Hawkins to consult a specialist. Mr. Wainwright had little hope that the eye could be saved. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--Miss Mina Levi went to Slater Friday of last week to attend the funeral of a friend, Mrs. Rosetta Rosenthal. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--Miss Ruby Williams, who has been dangerously ill from pneumonia for several days, was not quite so well at the hour of going to press. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--Albert Martin received a message from Kansas City Monday informing him of the death of his brother-in-law, Wm. H. Shaw, which occurred that day from pneumonia and influenza. Mr. Shaw was 51 years old and was born in Blue Mound, Kansas, where interment was made. He had been an employee of the Kansas City post office for twenty-seven years. He is survived by his widow, mother, two sisters, two brothers, and an adopted daughter. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--The above is an excellent likeness of Thos. Warford, son of Mr. and Mrs. J. S. Warford of this place, who died and was buried at sea on Sept 22, while on his way to France, death resulting from pneumonia. We are indebted to the Colorado Springs Evening Telegram from which city Mr. Warford enlisted, for the cut. (Kathy's notes: This was a fairly good photograph, full figure in his uniform. He looks to be a tall, thin young man with well sculpted jaw and chin. He had large, long hands. A very handsome young man.) Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--THE BAN LIFTED--The inhibition against all public gatherings on account of the influenza, will be lifted tomorrow by the board of health, and church and Sunday School will be held Sunday at the usual hours. If reels can be secured in time, the Gem will put on a big show tomorrow night. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--WRIGHT-SHAFER--Mr. Lee Wright and Miss Eva Shafer, two of Higbee's popular young people, were married in Moberly on Saturday, Nov 2, 1918, Rev. Lamb of the Baptist church officiating. The bride is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Shafer and is a most winsome young lady, popular with all who know her. Mr. Wright is the eldest son of Mr. and Mrs. Lee Wright, and is one of Higbee's most reliable and deserving young men. The NEWS joins other friends in congratulations and best wishes. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--RED CROSS CHRISTMAS BOXES--Christmas boxes for the boys now "over there" can be procured at Rankin's grocery by presentation of "Overseas Label." Directions for packing, wrapping and mailing will be given with each box, and must be followed. A committee from the Red Cross will be at the post office on Nov. 20th to inspect and place chapter seals on all boxes. No boxes will be received after this date. Friday, 8 Nov., 1918, Vol 32, No 30--A LETTER FROM JODIE DOUGLAS--J. H. Douglas of near Rucker, received another very interesting letter this week from his brother, Jodie, under date of October 3, which we print below: "Dear Brother: I wrote a letter home a week ago but will mail it along with this one. I have been through the mill just a little during the past week and will write you a line and tell you I am still OK. I have covered several hundred miles of territory since I came here and most of it was on foot at night carrying my belongings in a down pour of rain. It didn't seem to hurt me at all. Anyway, I am still on the go. I have been under more or less shell fire every day and night for three months, but at times it didn't amount to much and I became rather used to it. You probably have read of what has been going on in the past week. I have taken a hand in one of the greatest drives of the war. Some time ago we were some distance back of the lines. We started toward the front early one morning. Rode in trucks part of the way. As soon as we started the air was full of planes and balloons. They were having real warfare over our heads and every now and then a plane or a balloon would fall in flames. Shells were also falling but we paid little attention to them. The roads and bridges were somewhat damaged ahead of us so we went slow and saw everything. When we were within two kilometers of the front the enemy sighted us and opened fire on us with heavy artillery, high explosives and gas. This simply tore up the earth around us and continued more or less all day and night. At the very beginning I was nearly covered up with flying earth and was slightly blinded and shell shocked. I fell under a bank of a hill. There were no dugouts or trenches. Everybody faced the music. I laid there a short time till I could breathe good then got up and went a half mile toward the front where we established our dressing stations for the wounded. I dressed wounds and fed the wounded for thirty hours, and every little bit there was a gas attack and I had to wear my mask, but there was no damage from that, and I got be very nicely. Then late in the evening I started on a little trip with a small bunch of men. It was necessary to go through a barrage of fire for a mile or more. I looked up the road that I was to travel and I could see the shells bursting so thick that everything in front of me was ablaze. It looked like instant death for any living thing to start through it. And how I got through is more than I can tell. Before we had gone very far we ran up under a bank for a minute to see if it would stop, but instead it got worse, so we came out and faced it again and went through it. Before we were quite out of it I found a Ford car and we rode a short distance in that then had to take it afoot again. I kept going for some distance and finally lost all my party that I started with. It was dark and I discovered they were making a flank movement out in the open and were firing heavily on three sides of me and I didn't know at that time which was our forces. But the shells were going over my head by this time instead of dropping around me. I kept going and finally found one of my men and then others. One of them was John Martin. Then we all stayed together and we got out of the worst of the fire. We laid down on the ground to rest, but it soon began raining and we had to go. I had lost my coat, hat, gloves and everything else. About 1 a.m. we found a guard and he took us to a dugout where we stayed till daylight, then started on again. After going all day I made me a grass bed in an old trench and covered it with old sheet iron. Thought I would sleep a little--the first time in 60 or 70 hours. But after spending an hour in my grass bed I had to leave on account of shells falling. I got up and walked to another town, or rather the ruins of a town, and there a bunch of us went into a dugout to spend the night but discovered what we thought was a bomb planted in the middle of it by the retreating Germans to blow us up when we arrived. Most of the men left me there on that account, only two staying with me. there were bursting shells and rain on the outside, while inside was dry and only a possibility of a blow-up, so I took the dugout for a sleeping place, but was very careful not to touch anything that would start the fire, but I left the next morning. After wandering another day I was back with my company, safe and sound. It took me a half day to eat all I wanted and I am now back of the lines a few miles getting some much needed rest. I can't tell you any more of my experiences now, but will write more when I have time. It seems to me that I have seen some of the most wonderful sights that any human being ever looked upon, and I am glad that I have had a chance to take part in some real battles. But I have enough for a while till I pull myself together and rest up a little. I very seldom get a paper and know little of what is going on except what I see. But I can get paper after I get out of the ruins of the battles. If the other fronts are like the one I am on I think the job will soon be finished. I am sitting on the ground writing this. Am tired and must close. Additions, corrections, comments welcome. Kathy Bowlin