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An unknown local correspondent from Ranger in Lincoln County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Logan Banner printed on May 21, 1926:
Luther Midkiff and family of Branchland were seen out car riding Sunday.
Mr. and Mrs. C.L. Wilson and Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Evans and families of Hubball were the Sunday guests of Mr. and Mrs. C.C. McCoy.
Hardin Marcum was seen out car riding Sunday. We think he was on his way to Bradyville.
Jennings Smith was seen walking the lonesome road Sunday evening. We wonder where Maggie was?
Mrs. Jim Fulks left Friday evening for Williamson where she will spend a few days with relatives.
Rev. C.C. McCoy and little son Herman attended preaching at Camp Branch Sunday.
Ora Clay was seen out car riding Sunday. We wonder where the widow was?
Sunday is our regular church meeting at this place. Everybody come.
Troy Adkins and family of Midkiff were seen in our little town Sunday evening.
We wonder when Ray Fulks will accept his position back as driving taxi from Logan to Williamson?
Mr. and Mrs. Ollie Saunders of West Logan were visiting relatives here one day last week.
Wonder what has become of Harts?
Miss Oma Estep of Hubball is visiting her sister here this week.
Pearl Hargis, who received a serious burn by starting a fire in the cooking stove with kerosene, is reported much worse, we are sorry to say.
Miss Ena McCoy who has been ill for some time is much better we are glad to say.
Ora Clay was visiting home folks at Hubball Sunday.
He met her in the meadow
When the sun was low.
They strolled along together
In the twilight after glow.
She patiently waited until
He lowered all the bars.
And her soft bright eyes
Beamed upon him as
Radiant as the stars.
Yet she neither smiled nor thanked him
For she knew not how
For he was only a farmer
And she was a jersey cow.
NOTE: I dedicate this entry to my late friend, Harold Ray Smith of Ranger.