We have already spoken of the advantages which our place possesses as a healthy summer resort, on account of peculiar surroundings and particularly for the health-giving vapors arising from its numerous wells. It is a well-known fact that persons who work around our oil wells are “distressingly healthy” for the doctors. A trip through the oil territory in this section will convince anyone that there is not a more healthy lot of men anywhere than our workers in oil. The bloom of health is on their cheeks—doctors bills never intrude themselves—medicine is an unnecessary evil—and they can stand hardships that in almost any other business would destroy their constitutions in six weeks.

It appears that those afflicted in the outside world, as well as their medical advisers, appreciate the opportunities Pithole presents as a healthy summer resort. We learn there are now several gentlemen of feeble health in town who were sent here by their physicians to recruit; the place being deemed by the medical fraternity all we have claimed for it. We have no doubt that, if the cholera spreads through the country as it is feared it will, our borough will be filled with strangers seeking a place where the dread pestilence does not make its unwelcome advent.

The fact that the gas from our wells is an excellent disinfecting agent, is becoming well known, and those who are wise will avail themselves of this fact, and spend the summer here, instead of pursuing pleasure in pest-stricken cities and villages, where nature has provided no safeguard against this worst of diseases. There is room for all. No place in the country of the same size has as good hotels as Pithole can boast of. We have railroad communication with all parts of the country, regular mails, beautiful scenery, life, energy and health to offer to those who come among us. What more can be asked by the fear-stricken denizen of the unhealthy localities?