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