Relic on the Lethe

As usual, the People's Voice of May 1, 1880 starts off with a poem, titled Buried Gems: How many gems of thought beneath  The dust of toil lie buried;  How many o’er the bridge of sighs  To silent tombs are carried,  And never see the light of day—  Tho’ their’s is matchless beauty;  For hands that hold the richest gifts, Must closest cling to duty.  How many hands ne’er dare to pluck  From life the wayside flowers;  How many feet must bleed and ache  In this bright world of ours;  While others sing the gayest songs,  And pluck the brightest roses;  For them the opening of each hour,  Some new found joy discloses.  How many sweet songs well to lips  That may not pause to sing them;  And sweet bells chime in many a heart  But there’s no one to ring them.  God pity such whose rounded years  Are filled with care and trials,  Whose daily life is constantly  Made up up self...

While perusing through the first issue of the Morning News-Item, there was a notice about a Mr. Dooley visiting Winchester and his thoughts on the town. Breaking news pushed the item to the following day, December 4, 1906 . Not being familiar with who this Mr. Dooley might be but curious to get his impression of the town, I read on for a snapshot of Winchester at the end of 1906. Mr. Dooley and Mr. Hennessy on Their Way to Work, 1907, The New York Times.Reprinted in the Richmond Times-Dispatch, Feb. 17, 1907 . Our plucky reporter seems to have caught up with Mr. Dooley on the corner of North Loudoun and Piccadilly streets, where Mr. Dooley had spent the night at the Hotel Evans , now demolished. He was "contemplating the beauties of the Shenandoah Valley National Bank ," located across Piccadilly Street from the hotel, which still exists. The reporter quizzes Mr. Dooley on his experiences in town so far, and we can glean he "walked from me father George Washington Dooley...