McLaughlin, Patrick "Pat"

In keeping with Saint Patrick's Day, we boys at the Wilbur Mine think it altogether fitting to pay tribute to our superintendent, Pat McLaughlin, for he is the real St. Pat to us. Pat is one of the biggest hearted, fairest minded Irishman, who ever drew a breath of good old American air. Pat has never shown any prejudice or favoritism. He forms his own opinions and will fight for his convictions. Our "Hats off!" to Pat McLaughlin, the swellest boss a man ever knew signed the Wilbur Crew.

Pat McLaughlin has been batching for a week now. Pat doesn't mind doing the dishes very much, but he does dislike that lonesome atmosphere about the place.

Pat's young grandson, Donald Paul Pruett, has a new Scottie pup which he has affectionately named Nancy Jane. Now, Nancy Jane is quite the proper thing with Donald Paul until she wants to eat his candy Easter eggs. Donald Paul keeps his candy eggs fresh in the Frig and thinks they are much too nice for the pup.

Note: See William "Bill" Anderson for detail on an invention by these two men. There is a photo of the men and the invention in the paper.