(As there was no July 4, 1914, edition, the following was taken from the July 3 edition.)

(As there was no July 4, 1914, edition, the following was taken from the July 3 edition.)

Much commotion was caused in the northwest portion of the city Wednesday during when a horse belonging to Bill Welch broke through a board covering over an old well on adjacent property and tumbled down and many gathered, each with a plan of his or her own for the animal's rescue, and in an hour or two was spent discussing ways and reasons. Meanwhile, G.G. Dow kept the telephone wires hot trying to locate block and tackle. Finally Fort Hubbard volunteered and brought the required outfit.

A derrick was improvised and then arose the problem of getting the rope around the horse. First the animal's foot was snared, but the rope slipped off. Then Bill volunteered to go down and put the rope around the horse. He stayed down so long that the block and tackle outfit was used to lift him out of the foul air at the well bottom, which overcame him.

After four hours of hard work the rescue was accomplished and midnight saw the animal safe on solid earth.


That's the way P.A. strikes the smoke-test of thousands of fighting men, afloat or ashore, and fighting men of business. Everybody that smokes it gets enthused for P.A. because it has the quality and the flavor and the "something" that makes the bell ring when they touch a match to it. You stuff a charge of Prince Albert into a jimmy pipe or roll a pinch of it into a cigarette and you're on. Tomorrow's the day we get busy celebrating our independence from a parched, stung and smoke-bitten tongue. P.A. means freedom from all that. Get the "something" that makes a P.A. fan of everyone that trades a dime for the tidy red tin or a nickel for the toppy red bag. P.A. in a pipe won't bite you, won't sting you, won't make you run for water. Smoke it all day and it's all the same. You know, the bite is taken out by an exclusive, patented process. Join in the joy-noise of the P.A. army and help get the lights burning early.

Prince Albert, the national joy smoke


Winston-Salem, N.C.