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An unnamed correspondent from Whirlwind on Big Harts Creek in Logan County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Logan Banner printed on April 12, 1927:
All the farmers are getting very busy in our vicinity, especially Wayne Adams.
Miss Unice Farley of Mud Fork was visiting her parents of Harts Tuesday.
May Robinson says she don’t know which one of the boys she loves best, Cole or Cary.
They are all taking a vote to find out which is the wisest man in town. Look out, Daniel, you’ll be the one.
Wonder why Jim Thompson didn’t want any pillow?
Wonder why Sid Mullins never visits Hoover any more?
Working is all the go among the farmers. Guess the men are getting plenty of chicken.
Daniel McCloud was calling on his best friends at Mollie Robinson’s on Sunday night.
Daniel and his sweet potatoes; Philip sowing oats; Edna going to the store; Ollie and his silk socks.
Sid Mullins and his oldest sister Miss Dixie Mullins went on a business trip to Logan Friday.
Charley Mullins was a visitor of Mr. and Mrs. Howard Adams Friday.
Tom Mullins went to see his mother on Twelvepole Thursday evening. She is very ill at this time.
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An unnamed correspondent from Whirlwind on Big Harts Creek in Logan County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Logan Banner printed on April 8, 1927:
We are having some very fine weather at this writing and everybody is preparing for farming.
Tucker Hensley of White Oak was a visitor to this creek Saturday.
Ireland Mullins was calling on his best girl on Hoover Saturday.
James Thompson has returned from his honeymoon trip, and everybody is wondering why he is looking so blue.
William Mullins was the guest of Daniel McCloud Saturday afternoon. The whole family were glad to see him back after his long absence.
We are listening for wedding bells to ring on Buck Fork. Hurry up, Fred.
Jesse Carter of Monaville was visiting relatives on Hoover Saturday.
George Adams is attending to business at Logan this week.
Howard Adams was visiting on Hoover Sunday.
The following poem appeared in the Logan Banner of Logan, WV, on July 7, 1922. The author was Sally Godbey, who gave her address as the “State T.B. Sanitarium, Hopemont, Terra Alta, W.Va.”
THE HOPEMONT BLUES
When the golden sun is sinking
Behind the hills of old Hopemont,
When of home and friends I’m thinking
That “what-might-have-been” is not.
When the night birds’ soft notes falling,
Melodies sweet float on the air,
Then my thoughts go back to Logan,
And the friends that I left there.
When the sighing night-winds moaning,
Groaning through the old oak trees
and the strain of “Home Sweet Home”
Carry softly on the breeze,
Then is when my thoughts go roaming,
Filled with memories old and new
Days of gladness, days of sadness,
Nights so happy, nights so blue.
Though there’s many miles between us,
Little town I love you yet,
And I long to hurry back,
For I’m homesick and regret
That I ever left you Logan,
But I had to, so they say.
I’m lonesome for the old home town,
And I’m coming back some day,
They say that you are a dull little town,
They spell it with a capital D.
They wish that they could get away,
But you are all the world to me,
And though the world is a very big place
My home has always been with you.
And I find you quite a nice little town,
With friends both kind and true.
The Banner prefaced the poem with this: “The Logan Banner is the recipient of a constant chain of poems which would fill our columns if we even dared to publish them. People will never learn that poets are born, not made. However, we have just received one which is from a former Logan girl and now a patient at Hopemont. we are pleased to give this publicity and for genuine beauty of expression and sentiment it far excels many of those we see in the public print today. The author is Miss Sally Godbey and she calls the poem “The Hopemont Blues.” We will refrain from further comments but pass the beatufiul lines on to our readers with the request that they write Miss Godbey, care of State T.B. Sanitarium, at Hopemont, W.Va. and tell her what they think of her literary ability.”