Work at Bakerton; Welsh & Moler Ill. Visitations.

BAKERTON NEWS.

With two steam shovels in operation at Bakerton, a great deal of excavation work is in progress. Much excitement prevailed the other day by the rumor, which quickly spread over the entire plant, that one of the shovels had unearthed a pot of gold. That rumor proved to be unfounded, however. The pot of gold turned out to be nothing more than an old oil can.

The work of changing the public road and the railroad at Bakerton has necessitated the erection of several new lines of telephone and telegraph poles which of course has meant lots of work for the linemen. Kenneth Moyer, who is an expert at the art of climbing to those dizzy heights, climbed to the top of a 60-foot pole and left a dollar bill waving proudly to the breeze. He offered the bill to anyone who would climb up and get it. Quite an interesting climbing tournament promptly ensued. Bryan Houser succeeded in getting about half way up, when something suddenly went wrong with his climbing apparatus and he came back to earth in much the same manner that a star falls. It remained for A. G. Rice, however, to continue gaily on to the awesome height and retrieve the dollar bill. Mr. Rice has shown by this wonderful feat that doctoring tin Lizzies isn’t his only profession.

Some mysterious influences caused two our prominent local fishermen to go to sleep on a big rock in the middle of the Potomac in the early hours of last Saturday morning. They were slumbering blissfully on when the rising tide floated them off and they found themselves floundering in the water. “Am I a fish?” exclaimed M. G., dashing the water from his eyes, “I thought I was a fisherman.” They report a fine catch of eight, but unfortunately four of the largest ones slipped back into the water.

It is a far cry from the Sabbath of our Puritan ancestors to the Sabbath of the present time. This reflection was brought forcibly to our mind Sunday as we wended our way to church service. A baseball game was in full swing at no great distance and the air was full of the shouts of the players and the cries of the spectators, as they followed the progress of the game. We understand that a movement is already in progress, having for its chief aim the restoration of the Sabbath of rest and quiet and spiritual observance, which characterized the Sabbath of our ancestors. In addition to the list of the many needed reforms of the day, not a few of which have already advanced to a successful culmination, it would seem that the elimination of Sunday baseball would perhaps redound quite as beneficially.

John M. Welsh, who has been sick with typhoid fever, is, we are sorry to say, very ill at this writing, and his many friends are much concerned over his recovery.

Adam Moler is ill at his home here.

Mrs. Virginia Moler and daughter, Mae, of Hagerstown, are visiting friends in Bakerton this week.

W. J. Knott was in Bakerton this week.

Many of the local people have been attending the Chautauqua in Shepherdstown.

P.S. Millard spent the week end at his home in Washington, D. C.

Lester Jones, the star of our baseball team, was injured in the game with the Keystone team Saturday. He has our best wishes for a speedy recovery.

One of Bakerton’s young citizens came home from a party the other evening, and shortly after retiring his father was awakened by the entrance into his room of his son and heir, who wildly proclaimed that the much heralded comet whose advent many await this month with much interest was plainly in view in close juxtaposition with the moon. The old gentleman got out an ancient field glass, but in the excitement of the moment had glued his eyes to the wrong end thereof. The other end, as it happened, was leveled full upon pale Luna as she rode high in the heavens. He looked long and fixedly at the celestial orb, “Do you see it, father?” exclaimed the son excitedly. “I certainly see something.” exclaimed the old fellow. “It may be the comet, but if it is where in the h— is it’s tail?”