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A 2-year-old girl died of head injuries Wednesday night after she walked behind a piece of farm machinery being operated by her 15-year-old brother at the family's farm near Uniontown, Maryland State Police said yesterday.Mariah Jeanine Mullinix, who turned 2 in January, had been playing in a barn stall shortly after 8 p.m. Wednesday while her brother was cleaning another stall with a skid loader, according to police.Police said the little girl moved behind the machine as it was backing up.She was flown by MedEvac helicopter to Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, where she was pronounced dead at 9: 19 p.m., said Detective Sgt. Nick Plazio, a state police spokesman.

For three quarters last night, No. 4-ranked Towson Catholic dominated Hagerstown's St. Maria Goretti in a battle of for sole possession of second place in the Catholic League.It was the fourth quarter that made Owls coach Mike Daniel sweat.Staked to a 17-point lead after three periods, host Towson Catholic went into a stall and nearly crashed and burned, watching its lead shrink to five with 1: 22 left before holding on to win, 47-39."I went to the stall a little too early," said Daniel, whose team had one field goal attempt and nine turnovers in the final quarter.

A 2-year-old girl died of head injuries Wednesday night after she walked behind a piece of farm machinery being operated by her 15-year-old brother at the family's farm near Uniontown, Maryland State Police said yesterday.Mariah Jeanine Mullinix, who turned 2 in January, had been playing in a barn stall shortly after 8 p.m. Wednesday while her brother was cleaning another stall with a skid loader, according to police.Police said the little girl moved behind the machine as it was backing up.She was flown by MedEvac helicopter to Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, where she was pronounced dead at 9: 19 p.m., said Detective Sgt. Nick Plazio, a state police spokesman.

An excerpt from a Friday Orange County Register editorial.THERE was an air of easy calm in President Clinton's press conference performance Thursday. Even the questions that probed, however tentatively, the familiar charges of official impropriety drew responses that were relaxed and confident, if unilluminating.For part of the explanation, one need look no further than the stock numbers parading across the bottom of the CNBC-TV screen as Mr. Clinton spoke. When the economy is buoyant and shares rocketing upward, the latest advance in one of the longest and boldest bull markets in history, the details of this or that political scandal lose their sharpness; the gauzy warm light of prosperity softens the scene.

There were insistent rhythms of a steel band; rich harmonies, courtesy of a gospel choir; and stirring speeches from a bevy of dignitaries.But most of the excitement at yesterday's grand opening of the renovated Avenue Market in West Baltimore's economically distressed Upton community was generated by the customers who came to shop, and the merchants who served them."

DEL MAR, Calif. -- At 6: 05 a.m. yesterday, nearly 15 hours after his horse had lost for the first time in 22 months, Bill Mott led Cigar out of his stall at Del Mar to begin the long journey home.The itinerary called for a van ride to the Ontario (Calif.) airport, a flight to Albany, N.Y., and then a van back to his stall at Saratoga.Cigar clumped along willingly, glancing at the scattering of reporters. He appeared to be the same content and curious horse who, the morning after his previous 16 races, had left his stall victorious.

The deadly flight lasted only 18 minutes, but air safety investigators said yesterday that it's still a mystery why the small red-and-white plane crashed in an Eldersburg family's front yard early Friday. killing the pilot and two passengers.The pilot, Jeffrey Burbridge, 44, of College Park, and a front-seat passenger, 19-year-old Nancy Thomas, of Laurel, died immediately in the crash, which occurred about 5:30 p.m. Friday. A third passenger, Robert Woods, 43, of Baltimore died later that night from his injuries.

He is known as "Mr. Preakness," because no one can keep guests happier than Cocky Johnson during Maryland's biggest week of racing.Whatever the needs of visiting horsemen, Johnson is there to fill them, sending for supplies from as far away as central Pennsylvania or simply giving a encouraging word to trainers, exercise riders and grooms who are away from home."

One evening while veterinarian Kala Shaw was working in her office, she heard splashing in the indoor pool next to the 34-stall barn at her new therapeutic facility for horses in Aberdeen.She stepped into the cavernous pool building and saw her partner, horse trainer and nurse Keith Hightower, standing chest-deep in the water with one of their four-legged patients on the ramp that leads into the 11-foot-deep pool.Ms. Hightower was wearing chest-high waders and splashing as the horse pawed at the water.

LOOK UP IKE Sass For Fine Chocolates." That was the slogan my handsome grandfather, Isaac Sass, gave his confectionery business. His candy was delicious, and his slogan, unusually bold for 1920s Baltimore, made him a household name.Originally, he did OK selling produce in Hollins Market. Then he got an idea. To boost business on the weekends, he made candy and placed it on two corners of his produce stall. It was at the eye level of children who would pull their parents to his stall and enjoy free candy while Grandpop sold the parents produce.

The 53-year-old owner of a long-standing Utz potato chips stall in Lexington Market and his 21-year-old girlfriend are accused of running a side business over the counter, selling guns to Bloods, Crips and Hells Angels among others, according to a criminal complaint filed late last month in U.S. District Court in Baltimore. Michael Papantonakis, who has worked at the stand since his father bought it in 1970, is also accused of unsuccessfully trying to have the market's executive director beaten with "a bat or something, just enough to break his arms and legs," the document claims, though it does not specify the nature of the alleged dispute.

Sweet expectations are mixing with a bitter reality for longtime fans of Rheb's Candy in Lexington Market: After 70 years, the family-owned sweet shop is shutting down its stall Saturday. "They're closing? Why? I'm shocked, I'm shocked," said a frowning Barbara Dean as she prepared to spend $85 on butter creams, almond paste and boxes of dark chocolate as Christmas gifts. "I'm sad," she said. "It's just a tradition to come to Lexington Market. It's the end of an era." Rheb's President Wynn Harger said he had decided to close the stall and focus on his flagship Wilkens Avenue shop and growing Internet sales primarily because of his company's issues with the management of the market.

Don't stand near the doors of the Northeast Market if you can't deal with surging lunchtime crowds. This is the food court for the Monument Street business corridor, the extended Johns Hopkins East Baltimore campus and plenty of people who live north of Patterson Park. The Northeast Market is all about what old city markets should be, bustling centers of their communities. They are also delightfully free of attitude, fancy prices and pretense. I often indulge in people theater - that is, observing life as it's played out. And at this time of the year, this is the place to catch an unexpected smile during the matinee hour.

I've been trying not to think about the man and woman from Iowa who had sex in the men's room at the Iowa-Minnesota football game in Minneapolis a week ago and to think about the environment instead, or the future of American fiction, but it is hard to put something like lavatory sex out of your mind. And the environmental impact is slight. The Iowans apparently did not know each other until they got really, really drunk and ran into each other on the concourse. Probably their shared Iowaness in enemy territory was an initial bond - Minnesotans tell the same jokes about Iowans that used to be told about Polish people - and they were a little happy about the fact that the Hawkeyes were walloping the Gophers (55-0 was the final score)

The political opposition researcher who illegally snooped into Michael Steele's credit history has found something else to stick her nose into: toilets. Lauren Weiner fraudulently posed as Steele on the Internet to obtain his credit history three years ago. At the time, she was a Democratic Senatorial Campaign Committee researcher, and he was the lieutenant governor and a likely Republican candidate for Senate. These days, Weiner is a potty blogger. On fullyflushed.blogspot.com, she digs up dirt on public johns.

By day, George Parr was a meat cutter and sausage maker. By night, he was Father Christmas. He donned a white beard and a red suit, and rang sleigh bells throughout the streets of Highlandtown as a 15-year-old. He knocked on doors and posed for pictures. Everyone welcomed Santa into their homes on Christmas Eve. Years later, he arrived on a boat for the first Christmas at Harborplace. The man who insisted that Santa-print shower curtains hang in his bathroom, and that his house be lighted by a thousand miniature lights, died of a stroke Wednesday at his Perry Hall home.

From high on a hill on Jolly Acres Road near Norrisville, 70-year-old C. Darrel Comer, a community activist and farmer who founded Comer View Construction can look down on his pond and, on the horizon in every direction, see the results of his lifetime of work in the county. Life was not always a paved road for Comer, youngest son of George and Lona Comer. His father, one of 11 children, believed in working hard on the farm instead of attending school. "Dad left an impression," Comer said.

Kennett Square, Pa. -- Barbaro lifts his head from the fresh green hay he is eating in the back of his stall in the intensive care unit in the George D. Widener Hospital for Large Animals. He has heard something, and turns to see who has come to his stall door at the University of Pennsylvania's New Bolton Center. Gretchen Jackson, who owns the Kentucky Derby winner with her husband, Roy, places her hand on the bars above the door. "Come here, baby," she says. On the way through the hospital, Jackson has been excited.

The Tennessee Titans have done almost everything to stall the process of having to let quarterback Steve McNair go to the Ravens, from enduring a painstaking labor grievance to recently declaring a failed physical. Why would the Titans put such a beloved player through the wringer? Some NFL insiders suggest McNair is caught in the middle of a still-smoldering feud between the Ravens and the Titans that dates to when both teams were in the AFC Central. Coach Brian Billick didn't shoot down that theory after the first day of the Ravens' full-team minicamp.

Good morning --Kentucky Derby horses -- Really, you're all just racing to see who gets the best stall in the Pimlico stakes barn.