Wade H. D. Warfield Writes of Auto Trip

June 18, 1914

Passes Through Three States But Sings Praises of Carroll County

Mr. Wade H. D. Warfield and family are enjoying an auto tour to Wheeling, West Virginia, where they will attend the commencement or Mt. de Chandal Academy, from which Blanche Warfield will be graduated. The party will return by way of Pittsburg. In a letter to the editor of The Herald Mr. Warfield writes interestingly of the trip. The editor trusts he will violate no confidence if he gives his readers some extracts from Mr. Warfield’s letter. Read:

My Dear Mr. Hall: I am writing you as promised about our trip over the Old National Trail by automobile to Wheeling, West Virginia. My daughters, Josephine and Helen, with myself and the driver, Marshall Warner, (Mrs. Warfield having preceded us two weeks by train) left Sykesville promptly at 6 o’clock on Saturday morning, June 6, to attend the graduation of my daughter Blanche, from the Mt. de Chandal Academy, where she has been for the past six years. The only fellow-townsmen to witness our departure were Mr. Otto Leist and my good friend “Ed” Mellor, and I do not believe they would have been up had they not misread the dial.

Before leaving home I made out a schedule of our trip and mailed a duplicate to Mrs. Warfield at Wheeling. So on Sunday morning she left Wheeling to meet us en route at West Alexandria, Pa. We were so nearly on time that the Wheeling contingent was sighted just four miles east of West Alexander at 12:50 instead of the latter place at 12:30, as our schedule called for.

After exchanging greetings we proceeded to Wheeling, 25 miles distant, which we reached at 2:15 with the same tires and the original air with, which we left Sykesville and we hope to reach home on Sunday the 14th under the same conditions.

Leaving Frederick about 9 o’clock we headed for Hagerstown over Braddocks Heights, through the beautiful Middletown Valley. We reached Hagerstown at 11:30, just 30 minutes behind schedule. From here we pushed on to Hancock, where we encountered large fruit orchards and Angora goats. Just before reaching Hancock we found a shady nook and a flat-topped rail fence, where we did ample justice to our supply of Berkshire ham sandwiches and Maryland fried chicken. It is remarkable what such an open air trip will do with your appetite. By the way, we came all the way through with the machine top down. The girls look as if they had been at the seashore all summer and my nasal appendage would be a dead give-away to any professed temperance man. Anyhow, they say it will be better after it peaks. It is to be hoped so.

Our next stop was at Cumberland, which we reached at 4:40 p. m. Here we got our first replenish of gasoline. During our entire trip we consumed less than 12 gallons of gasoline, on average, including mountain climbing, of less than one gallon to twelve miles, and this is a new seven-passenger Cadillac.

We next reached Frostburg, a prosperous town noted for its fire-clay brick, at 5:45. As soon as we passed out of the city limits we had a lap supper. Our minds were now centered on a place to camp for the night, as we had visions of bears and wildcats, so as scheduled, we headed for Uniontown, Pa. Our faithful driver, Marshall, changed his position, took a fresh grip on the steering wheel, and we went spinning over the National pike and were at Titlow’s Hotel at 9:10 that night. We had no sooner gotten our luggage off the car than the genial proprietor, Mr. Thomas Titlow, informed us that the dining room was closed for the night, but that he would be glad to take us to the Elk’s Club for supper, but as we had had early supper, a la lap, two hours before, we thought best to decline the unexpected hospitality and get to our beds as soon as possible, as we wanted to make an early start next morning.

The run over the mountains from 6 o’clock until we reached Uniontown was the most beautiful and most delightful of the whole trip.

We were up the next morning (Sunday) and breakfasted at 7 o’clock. The girls attended church at 8, and before 9 o’clock we were steering out the Old Trail towards Wheeling, our objective point. The sun was bright and our hearts were light, knowing that we would, in a few more short hours, be joined by those near and dear to us.

During our trip we passed through three States. I have yet to see a better country than we have right in our own county of Carroll! The red barns of Pennsylvania look big and clean, but when you size up the growing crops, stock and general surroundings, we can equal them down in Maryland. Since I left home I have talked to a number of business people in all kinds of trade–manufacturers, wholesalers and retailers–and I have come to the conclusion that the only real prosperous and happy man is the farmer, who uses the grey matter that God gave him to advantage and is not afraid to work against the collar. We are all thoroughly enjoying the trip. I can’t even keep track of the days, so complete is the relaxation from the usual business cares. On my return I am sure I will be benefited in every way, ready to roll up my sleeves and knuckle down to business with renewed vim.

Yours truly,
Wade H. D. Warfield.

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