Put Not Your Trust in the Ground Hog

When the going gets tough, where the weather is concerned, anyway, we denounce the forecaster.  Proof that it has always been so can be found in the February 8, 1901 Skidmore Standard:

From page 1:  “The ground hog didn’t see his shadow and the biggest snow of the season came the next day.” and “If Mr. Ground Hog didn’t go back into his hole last Saturday, it’s a safe two-to-one bet that he will never see the walls of his underground home again.”

Just to drive the point home, the editor added on page 8:

The Ground Hog as a Weather Prognostic.
Put not your trust in the ground hog.  The little burrower that has posed so long as a weather prophet is a fake.  That Sunday blizzard, coming as it did just after the ground hog came out of his hole when there was not the shadow of a chance for him to see his shadow, is enough to shake the faith of even the strongest believer.  We are having more winter now than at any other stage of the season, so far, and we are therefore convinced that ground-hog-day has nothing whatever to do with the weather.

The storm was enough to shake the faith of many, from the sounds of it.  From the same issue:

Sunday was a wild day.  Most people around here who did not have to go out into the storm, were content to stay indoors and watch the flying snow pile up into drifts.  Jas. R. Bagby had about one hundred cattle in a stalk field west of the river, and fearing that the storm might grow worse and be prolonged, he and his men saddled their horses and drove the cattle home.

The snow drifted badly in the roads running east and west, and made them impassable in places.  Dr. Shepard, who was called to see a patient several miles west of town Sunday night, got his buggy mired in a drift and had to leave it.  He borrowed a buggy which soon was hung up in another drift, and had to resort to borrowing again in order to get to the bedside of his patient.  G. I. Riley who lives 7 1/2 miles northwest of town, started to Skidmore early Monday morning in his buggy but soon had to abandon it for a wagon.  He arrived here about half past eleven o’clock. The mail carriers started out on horse back Monday and made it over most of their routes.  The Monday passenger was 1 1/2 hours late.