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VOL. XIV CONCORD, N. C, NOVEMBER 28, 1925 No. 1 

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* Thanksgiving! What does that magic word call ^ 
*• up to our minds? A cheerful fireside? A reunion * 

* of loved ones? A table loaded with all the luxuries * 
*| a mother's hand can prepare? A great nation bow- * 

* ing in humble gratitude to a kind Heavenly Father *| 

* for the blessings of storehouse and garner, health, * 

* happiness, peace, prosperity, civil and religious lib- <f 
%. erty? We indeed have cause to be thankful every * 
|| day that we live and we should not be unmind- ^ 

* ful of those who have no cheerful fireside and not J* 

* even the necessities of this life. — A. S. Webb. * 

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Presbyterian Standard 7 

RAMBLING AROUND Old Hurrygrapk 8 




Homer Rodeheaver 21 




INSTITUTION NOTES Stanley Armstrong 29 

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'Tis night, 

And, one by one, the stars creep out 

To show themselves to all below. 

Some big, some small, some faint, some bright, 

But each one has its lovely light, 

Given by God Himself ; 

To make the sky a lovelier place 

For mortal eyes to gaze upon. 

So, on this earth 

God's stars shine out. 

It matters not how big they are, 

If each one does his level best 

To help along the way the rest 

Of all his fellow-men, 

And make this earth a holier sight 

For God to look upon. 

—Winifred K. Revell. 


Filling his engagement, through an invitation from the civic clubs of 
.Concord, Dr. W. S. Rankin, director of the Hospital Section of the Duke 
Foundation, spoke in the court bouse, Monday evening, to a large and appre- 
ciative audience. 

He most forcibly told the meeting the need for a public hospital, proving 


it by unquestionable statistics; pointed out the economy of planting a public 
hospital in our midst, proving that by figures that can not be gainsaid; and he 
made it clear that it is a duty organized government and modern society owes 
to its citizenship. 

Such an address, clear and convincing, breathing the purest love and in- 
terest in suffering humanity, if delivered in every county of the state, we 
would have a citizenship thoroughly attuned to a service, which has not yet 
been sufficiently emphasized — that of taking care of the sick and suffering 
amongst us. Following his forcibly expressed needs of a hospital for Cabar- 
rus county, Dr. Eankin made it clear what part the Duke Foundation will 
play in the maintenance of a county Public hospital. Here is where the mag- 
nitude of the provision Mr. J. B. Duke made for his fellows, after he has 
gone, stands out as a deed that can never die. 

The meeting thanked Dr. Rankin for his superb address, appointed a com- 
mittee to name a Central Committee to whom the plan and method of secur- 
ing said Public Hospital for Cabarrus county will be entrusted. That com- 
mittee will soon make announcement of its selection. This Central Committee 
is to be composed of one lady and one gentleman from each township and 
ward in the county. 

' ' No county can be classed modern, unless it establishes and maintains 
modern means for keeping up with modern progress." May Cabarrus county 


He was just a little fellow, perhaps three and a half years old. He was 
not of much economic worth to the community. In fact outside of his own 
home scarcely anybody knew that he lived, and whatever happened to him 
day after day was of no concern to anybody. The traffic of the streets hur- 
ried to and fro, the pedestrains went their ways hither and thither, the 
persons of routine habits of toil continued on their courses without even the 
knowledge of this bit of a boy's existence. But something happened that 
brought him into prominence and stirred up the entire community. 'The city 
officers were told about him. Newspaper reporters hurried to his house to 
«et a complete discriptioh of him, asking the color of his hair and eyes, the 
kind of clothing he wore, his height and weight. Neighbors who had never 
so much as thought of entering his house, came and with solicitious look rang 
the bell and asked what they could do to hedp. Automobiles were scurrying 


ocer all the streets and eagle eyes were searching every nook and corner. 
What was it all about. Only this: The little fellow had wandered away 
from home. He was a lost child. His parents called him, expecting his 
familiar answer, but when it did not come they began earnest and frantic- 
search for him. Hours, very anxious ones, passed and the careful search went 
on in vain. Sympathy ran high and friendly offers of assistanct came from 
unexpected sources. Later the thankful mother remarked that she never knew 
there were so many friendly people in the community. The child in his play 
had wandered far away. He had been spared from physical harm. In his 
innocence he played with strange children, and then wandered on. But, at 
length, he was found and returned by friendly helpers to his almost dis- 
tracted parents. There was fuller joy in that home that night than it had 
ordinarily known, and all because the boy that had been lost had been brought 
back in safety. So much for the real concern of everybody in the safety 
and welfare of a little child. What a fine world this would be if every 
agency of every community were always as eager to look after the interests 
of every child under normal times, as were these people in the restoration of 
this lost child. — Selected. 

$ * $ * * * :;= * * * 

The young man that starts out into life to make his way, in any vocation or 
profession, will find, after all, his finest asset and equipment consists in 
good manners. There is many a man who carries within a good heart, a fine 
sense of justice and possesses a high order of integrity, but lacking in a 
cordiality expressed in what we may term ' ' good manners, ' ' may live a 
life-time misunderstood and be classed in the gruffy class. 

An unknown writer has given us a splendid estimate of good manners in 
the following statement : 

Politeness is to a man what beauty is to a woman. It creates an in- 
stantaneous impression in his behalf, while the opposite quality exercises 
as quick a prejuidice against him. The politician who has this advantage 
easily distances all the rival candidates, for every voter he speaks with 
becomes instantly his friend. The very tones in which he asks for a 
match to light his cigar are often more potent than those of a Webster 
or a Clay. Polished manner has often made hundreds successful, while 
the best of men by their hardness and coolness have done themselves 
an incalculable injury, the shell being so rough that the world could 
not believe that there was a precious kernel within it. Had Ealeigh 
never flung down his cloak in the mud for the proud Elizabeth to walk on. 


his career through life would scarcely have been worth recording. Droves 
of men have been successful in life by pleasing manners alone. It is a 
trait of character well worth cultivating Never forget the value of 
true civility. 

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No special talent is needed to criticize. It is the simplest thing on eartk 
to be critical — to tear apart that which someone has created. 

But a creator is something apart. To create is to contribute something 
to the world ; to add to instead of take from. 

There is no fixed rule for creating. You don't have to invest a new ma- 
chine to create. You might create pleasure for someone, happiness for your 
friends, better conditions in your home community, a better home for your 
family, a more pleasant atmosphere for those you work with. 

Those who create are boosters. Communities are made by such people. 
They never lose an opportunity to do a good deed and when no opportunity 
presents itself, they make one. 

The ciitic is the adverse of this. He sees no good in anything, particular- 
ly if it comes from one of a creative turn of mind. He may not know any- 
thing of the merits of the case, but that does not matter. It is his nature 
to be critical and he is not happy unless he is criticizing something or some- 

An habitual critic is a detriment to the community. He and his like are 
a dead weight to carry. — Reidsville Review. 

The Uplift has many assurances of appreciation for our Thanksgiving 
number, which was issued last week. Quite a number of thanksgiving senti- 
ments reached us after we had sjone to press, and, therefore, could not be 
used in that issue. But many of them are so splendid and will fit into our 
put-pose from time to time. Why shouldn't we be thankful every day of 
our lives? 

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Wilmington, besides bein»' our chief seaport, now lays claim to another dis- 
tinction. It has been heralded abroad that the "City by the Sea," sports 
a two months' old baby boy that can walk about and eats food like a 



Presbyterian Standard. 

Dr. S. A. Steel, of the Methodist 
Church, has a most readable article 
in the Southern Christian Advocate 
of recent date. After discussing' re- 
ports of heresy teaching at Junalus- 
ka, the Methodist summer Confer- 
ence grounds, he makes the follow- 
ing criticism of the bathing costumes 
at this summer resort. As it will 
apply to the Montreat costumes al- 
so, we reproduce it : 

' ' I did not hear any heresy at 
Junaluska, but I saw a lot of pagan- 
ism disporitng itself in the waters 
of the lovely lake with a shameless- 
ness that might have suited a Roman 
watering place in the time of Paul. 
Men and women practically naked 
were bathing together and lolling to- 
gether on the grass, all sense of 
modesty gone to the winds! What 
a mockery to talk about social pur- 
ity when such unblushing exposure 
of the person is considered the cor- 
rect thing at a religious recreational 
resort. The religious authorities of 
the Roman Catholic Church, from 
the Pope and Cardinals down to 
parish priests, have put their ban 
on such indecent dressing, and I 
give them my Methodist apostolic 
benediction. I wish our Bishops, in- 
stead of wasting their time on the 
hopeless task of uniting two bodies 
so different as Southern and North- 
ern Methodism, would send out a 
circular letter appealing to the wom- 
en, and especially the mothers, of 
Southern Methodism to put a stop 
to following the fashions of the 

lewd women of Paris, and set the ex- 
ample of adorning themselves in 
' modest apparel. ' ' ' 

We Avish our readers to know, 
however, that the management at 
Montreat has labored for years t<> 
correct this evil, but thus far with- 
out result. Some of the mothers arc 
the strongest objectors to any restric- 
tions, a fact that does not speak 
much for the modern mothers. 

This growing display of the body 
at the bathing places of Church 
Summer Conferences is an evil that 
indicates a lowering of our moral 
standards, and also of social decency. 

We read and hear many defences 
of the modern girl, and it may be, 
that, by a stretch of the imagina- 
tion, the French phrase may apply, 
• ' Ploni soit qui mal y pense ; ' ' but 
we believe that the evil is independ- 
ent of the mind. 

The young women of our day walk 
our streets with enough of their per- f 
son exposed to arouse evil thoughts 
in the minds of many, and then 
when some brute commits the name- 
less crime, a mob, equally as brutal, 
proceeds to take the law into their 
own hands. The wiser plan would 
be to reform the social life. 

It looks as if we are drifting along 
the same stream that carried Rome 
to her ruin. When we are disposed 
to criticise the management of our 
summer conferences, let us remem- 
ber that the remedy for this evil lies 
at home with the mothers, rather 
than with the management. 



By Old Hurrygraph. 

I observe that leaves have their 
time to fall ; and fall has its time to 

Many persons attribute automobile 
accidents to lasing control of the 
car. And many other lose control of 
their car by not paying up promptly. 

There is many a word on the end 
of your tongue which should be al- 
lowed to remain there- 
of course there are workers and 
workers in this world. There 
wouldn't be anything accomplished if 
there wasn't. But the trouble is 
that one class makes a specialty of 
working the other class, and therein 
is the vexation of spirit. 

Opportunities are as thick as the 
leaves on a tree. They are not rare. 
I They are everywhere around us. 
"What is rare, however, is the quick 
brain and strong will to make use 
of them. 

All of us can learn much from our 
mistakes. If we do not learn in this 
free sechool, some one else must 
necessarily call a halt. Mistakes are 
the cheapest thing going — the first 
time, They are very expensive after 
tlie Hrst time. A good rule is never 
to make the same mistake the second 
1 nne. 

A great deal of energy is wasted 
in this world by a bald-headed man 
slapping at flies that get away, 

enough to run his Avife's sewing ma- 

This is the month of one day of 
general Thanksgiving. Every day 
should be a day of thanks to an All- 
Wise creator for His blessings to us 
as individuals — a grateful heart al- 
ways, and under all circumstnaces. 
Let the coming Thanksgiving day be 
for each of us, not so much an occa- 
sion of festivity and merry-making, 
as it will be an opportunity to give 
expression of our gratitude to God 
for His loving care and tender mer- 
cies, and looking away from self, 
share our blessings with those less 
fortunate. In fulfilling this un- 
selfish duty we receive an added 
blessing — that of a strengthened and 
beautiful character. 

There would be happier homes, and 
sweeter dispositions, if husbands all 
over this land would go to their homes 
with the sentiments of Lydia Avery 
Coonley in their hearts, and her 
words upon their lips, and let then- 
wives hear them repeating this stan- 

"Within the deeps of her dear eyes 
The spirit of the sunshine lies, 
And when she turns their light on me, 
The shadows of a lifetime flee. 
Spring, joy, and love become my part, 
For she is sunshine in my heart." 

There are wives all over this land 
whos hearts are longing to hear 
some sentiments of this kind, as in 
the old days, when "love went a 'woo- 
ing. " Tt would make so many 


homes happier ; and drive away many 
clouds Avhieh obscure the joy of life. 

It seems to me that social life i§ 
changing wonderfully when a saxo- 
phone player kills a complaining 
landlord, and a taxi passenger robs 
its driver. When the bootlegger 
forsakes his way, and the cussing 
man his profanity, then will life 
have a golden gleani of improved 

along in the years and settled down 
in the hearts of our families, tells 
me that in my little story last week 
about "a girl in a certain Florida 
city being told she is pretty, says, 
'My, am I, (Miami,)" I should have 
added, " Kissimee. ' ' To his sug- 
gestion I will now add, you should 
not Tampa with a young girl that 
way, if you wish to successfully 
pass St. Peters-burg. 

Did yon lift your eyes heavenward 
last Sunday evening? Did you be- 
hold that gorgeous sunset 1 ? Wasn't 
it beautiful? It is certainly true 
that "heavens deelareth the glory 
of God, and the firmament showeth 
his handiworks." The sun is the 
greatest painter in the universe. That 
sunset Sunday, my, my! Across a 
turquoise sky were bars of gold 
like rays from the throne in glory 
itself. The scene was ever chang- 
ing. The colors of those bars were 
soon tempered with jasper, and 
sardonyx, and finally bursted into 
luxuriant crimson sheets like the 
flames from some Titantic furnace, 
and curtained the west about the 
"couch of the dying day" in royal 
splendor. Then the tints paled in- 
to the somber shades of evening, 
when the stars came out to catch 
a bit of the reflected glory as it fol- 
lowed in the train of the departing 
sunlight. The under side of heaven 
being so beautiful, what must the 
other side be? We shall see in 

"I dream my dream. Then I 
strike out to make it come true." 
Thus a great builder of railroads 
described his genius. Today the 
South is making its dream come true. 
The industrial horizon is tinged with 
the dawn of brighter days. Vast 
resources of cotton, tobacco, and oil 
and innumerable smaller articles of 
commerce add to the treasure chest 
of the South. Soil and climate offer 
a virgin field for new enterprises. A 
veritable mine of wealth is yet to be 
plumbed. The whole South is tuned 
to the key of success. 

Sentiment hath not departed from 
the land when my good friend, E. K. 
Powe, of West Durham, like myself 

Armistice Day was becomingly and 
appropriately celebrated in Durham. 
There is not a more loyal city in 
the land to those who gave their 
lives that we might more fully enjoy 
freeedom and liberty and the pur- 
suits of happiness. Life is the most 
important thing in the world. When 
it goes away from us, as far as we 
are concerned, that is the end of the 
world. We pay honor to the dead 
because we respect the living. When 
a man dies it means that an immortal 
spirit has passed into the realm be- 
yond. Respect for the dead is a key- 
note of civiliration. The advance- 
ment of any people can be measured 



by the honor they show to those who 
have departed. 

Time is the asset of life. The sec- 
ret is in the use of hours. Neglected 
opportunities will not bring success 
or glory to the most brilliant. Use 
of the opportunities brings the bril- 
liancy. The mystery of it all is 
plain, honest, hard work. Want the 
joy of ripe scholarship? It begins 
with school days. Getting by with 
the least you can do will not benefit 
you in the end. Go deep into all 
you do. This is the foundation for 
tomorrow. The easy-going, neglect- 
full, earn only for today. Friend- 
ships, too, play a large part in our 
success. Unless the crowd uses the 
minutes judiciously, the individual 
squanders them. Yesterday's toil 
makes today's time valuable. Minutes 
are the bricks we use in building our 
life structure for the future. Shal- 
low lives will not float big ships of 
endeavor, and meet the tests that 
make men great. 

While there may be "Nothing 
new under the sun.'' as the prophet 
of old said, still many new things 
are being brought out of the un- 
known,, and revealed to us in this 
day of wonderful things. A remark- 
able invention has been perfected 
which makes possible the ordinary 
layman to produce his own movies, 
and then exhibit the film in his own 
home. No skill is required and no 
elaborate studio or screening equip- 
ment is needed to secure perfect re- 
sults. The invention comprises a 
motion-picture earners and a projec- 
tor so small as to be enclosed in a 
small-sized hand-bag, the combined 

weight of both machines being only 
five pounds. They are declared to 
be marvels of scientific construction 
and engineering, technique, and rep- 
resent the fruits of over 25 years 
of continuous study and experiment. 
Produce perfect results in the hands 
of the most unskilled hands. Well, 
sir ; that is getting it down pretty 
fine. Now we can have our own, 
OAvnliest movie pictures, taken by 
ourselves, to suit ourselves, and 
served with our meals as a dessei't. 
Won't that be something'? 

Heaven has its troubles as well as 
earth, only heaven does not worry 
about them so much as we do. This 
fact was revealed by a story of a 
little girl I heard of. This little girl 
was getting into bed when her moth- 
er, kissing her good night, said : 
' ' And did you ask God to forgive 
you ? ' ' she asked having in mind 
the little temper the little girl had 
shown during the evening. ' ' Oh, yes, 
Mamma," came the reply, "and God 
said it was all right. He said he had 
many little eirls worser than me." 

The radio and the weether are run- 
ningning a race, which seems to be 
nip and tuck. It is getting so that 
it is really hard to tell which is to 
betrusted — theforecaster or the 

It is told that a woman not much 
given to traveling went to a certain 
hotel, and when she was being shown 
up, she was heard to remark: '"'I tell 
you I won't have this room, young- 
man, " she was protesting. "But 
'madam — " began the bellboy. "It 
makes no difference. I am not going 



to pay good money for a little two- 
by-four cubbyhole like this. Just 
because — " " Plase, madam, get in, ' ' 
the bellboy finally broke in. ''This 
isn't your room. This is the eleva- 
tor. " ' 

The streets of our cities are till- 
ed with cafes, restaurants, cafeterias, 
stations for gas, stations for air, gar- 
ages, fruit stands and candy kit- 
chens. They are all "filling" sta- 

We are daily getting old age on 
the enstallment play. And Ave can 
get most everything else on this plan 
but health and hapiness. 

T am thankful that T am able to 
be thankful. I am thankful for a 
few things 1 wanted and didn't set. 

A Durham fish dealer in explaining 
why he could not sell deep water fish 
as cheap as those from more shalloAv 
streams, Avas the fact that the deep 
water fish had more over head. 

One of Durham's most esteem, as 
well as ver yobserving gentlemen is 
very much worked up over the doings 
in Washington. He says they have 
gotten so much in the habit of inves- 
tigating things after they have hap- 
pened, that they Avill now probe every- 
thing except the fellow who is ••kill- 
ing' time." 

You get life at first hands in some 
of the by-wals and alleys of a city. 
You learn that all of the real happi- 
ness is not on the stone front streets, 
nor all of the bleeding hearts where 
poverty stalks. Attracted by an un- 

usual flow of delightful music from a 
little house on one of the out-of-way 
alleys in a city not far from Dur- 
ham, a few afternoons ago, [ stood 
and listened. It was not the usual 
jazz strains from the player piano, 
ond the canner classics. You could 
tell at once that someone was letting 
thenr soul feelings flow through their 
lingers and the piano in thtt music. 
First, there was "Traumeri,"' follow- 
ed by Burleigh's "Deep Waters." 
I listened on to the volumnous strains 
of Wagner's "Pilgrim Chorus and 
then came "Humersque." The im- 
pulse was to know who lived in those 
humble surroundings, playing these 
selections, got the better of me and 
I knocked on the door. Then came 
the story of a young woman reared 
in one of the best homes in the south; 
a struggle for a living, settling down 
in an humble position and life in 
these quarters. But there was also 
the story of supreme triumph. Grind- 
ing toil and broken holds had not 
dulled the noble impulses to be hap- 
py and cheerful, and thus she played 
her soul into a super-world as the 
sordid life of the alley passed on 
around her. What a hope for hu- 
manity when in this alley bootleg 
whiskey is sometimes wont to do its 
worse; where human passions some- 
times run riot, and men and women 
exist instead of live, there can be 
found a human being, happy, hopeful 
and a:ood. 

Lamp chimneys, curling irons and 
baths. That is a curious combina- 
tion, but it has a hearing on our 
present life. Electricity, since the 
building of Edison's first central sta- 
tion, has reconstructed man's whole 


scheme of existence. The United labor; when the old wood stove, or 
States has the best electric service coal furnace, kept someone busy 
in the world, and makes the widest shoveling in fuel and carrying out 
use of it. It is being constantly im- ashes; when the lamps had to be 
proved and as electric and gas ap- filled and cleaned every day; toast 
plianees are more widely used in the . made over hot coals which scorched 
home, our standards of living ad- one's face; hot water for a bath 
vanee ; household work becomes heated in a teakettle, or wash boil- 
easier and the American wife and er; and the curling iron covered with 
mother has more time to devote to soot in a coal oil lamp ; it is time to 
study and her children. When I be thankful for the conveniences 
hear a lot about the wonders of the which electricity and gas have put 
past, at a period when the family into the modern home, 
washing required, two days of hard 


It was Thanksgiving morn, very early, 

When the cook was awakened to find 
In the pantry a state of commotion, 

All the shelves, heaped and loaded with good things, 

For the Thanksgiving feast to be spread, 
Were just creaking and shaking with laughter 

At the queer, foolish things that were said. 

For the Cranberry Sauce and the Turkey, 

The Spiced Pumpkin Pie and the rest, 
Each and all were quite loudly contending, 

As to which one the family liked best. 

"It is I," said Miss Cranberry sharply, 

So angry that her face was quite red, 
"They never could digest all your richness 

Without aid from my sauce, so I've read." 

Cried the Spiced Pumpkin Pie, "You're mistaken, 

I am sure it is I they like best, 
For no matter how much they have eaten 

They take me on top of the rest." 

"You both are quite wrong," said Lord Turkey, 

Quite as proud as the head of a troop, 
"For they eat all the meat from my body, 

Then next day use my bones to make soup ! ' ' 

— Exchange. 




By Ben Dixon MacNeill. 

King' Solomon's Temple, according 
to the chroniclers of that era, was 
completed and consecrated in seven 
years. The residence of the Gov- 
ernor of North Carolina, called — 
though not by statutory provision 
— the Executive Mansion, required 
exactly six times as long to bring 
it to a state that can lie called com- 
plete, and made habitable through- 
out the covernous expanse of its in- 

The Solomonic edifice was begun 
in the fourth year of the reign of 
the wisest of kings, and in the Zif, 
according to the chronicler. It Avas 
completed in the eleventh year of 
the reign. The Executive Mansion 
was begun in the third year of the 
administration of Thomas J. Jarvis, 
and completed in the first year of 
the administration of Angus W. Mc- 

That is to say the Mansion was 
begun in 1883, and completed in 
1925. Forty-two years have elapsed 
since the General Assembly, urged 
by Governor Jarvis, who, in turn 
was inspired by Mrs. Jarvis, author- 
ized the construction of the Man- 
sion. And now another Governor's 
lady determined to get the State's 
money's worth has given almost the 
whole of her first year in the Man- 
sion to directing its completion. 
Story Is Disjointed. 
Pity it is that there was no chron- 
icler to set down the consecutive 
phases of the construction of the 
Mansion. It is a disjointed record, 
to be read only by piecing together 
the disjointed pattern made up of 

occasional fragments of an incom- 
ing Governor's message, an occa- 
sional legislative enactment, and an 
endless array of small accounts that 
bespangle the reports of the State 
Treasurer over a period of 1*2 
years. But now it is complete, and 
the record may be closed. 

The story is mostly the chronicle 
of the fine enthusiasm of one 
woman to have North Carolina erect 
a house that would properly em- 
body -the dignity of the office of 
Chief Executive, and the fine de- 
termination of another that at last 
the Mansion should be all that the 
first lady dreamed it might be. And 
now the dreams of the first have 
come into fruition in a year's work 
of the second, to whom, at last, the 
State had given enough money to fin- 
ish the building. 

Back in 1883 the Governor of North 
Carolina was a homeless wanderer 
among the houses-for-rent in the capi- 
tal. The old Governor's Palace at 
the foot of Fayetteville street, built 
long before the War Between the 
States', had become a squalid house 
in a section of the city that became 
more and more undesirable. The 
town was growing away from the 
south end of Fayetteville street. 
The dreams of the builder of the 
city had come ' t© naught. Raleigh 
would not be a second Washington, 
with the capitol at one end of the 
principal thoroughfare and the Gov- 
ernor's Palace at the other. 

The Homeless Governor. 
The Governor was homeless. Hol- 
den had not occupied the Palace, 



but the house that stood where the 
new professional building now stands. 
His successors in office rented a house 
where ever they were able to find one 
suitable to their needs. One of them 
"put up" at the hotel, not having a 
family that would require a house. 
The State had been too busy with 
getting rid of reconstruction to both- 
er much about where its Governors 
should live — and too poor to pro- 
vide them a place. 

In 1881 Thomas J. Jarvis was in- 
augurated Governor; He was tre- 
mendously popular, and equalling 
him in popularity was Mrs. Jarvis. 
She remains in the traditions of the 
capitol as a sort of Dolly Madison 
of North Carolina. She was possess- 
ed of unusual personal charm, and 
endowed with social gifts that need- 
ed a great house to provide a prop- 
er setting for them. She came to 
Raleigh, ami moved into an inade- 
quate, rented house, when she should 
have been established in a Mansion. 

in that day Raleigh was growing 
— when it grew at all — in the direc- 
tion of North Blount street. The 
first of the fine old houses that are 
to be seen along that street were be- 
ing built. Mrs. Jarvis was often the 
honored guest in these new and splen- 
did houses and as she turned away 
from them to her rented house she 
wondered why North Carolina did not 
provide its Governors with a place to 
live. It was in the statutes that the 
State should provide a house and re- 
quire the Governor to live in it. But 
she lived in a rented house. 

Mis. Jarvis wanted a house, and 
she wanted it on Blount street, Avhere 
the fine houses of her friends were. 
Hut how to get it. Simple enough 

for a woman of her ingenious and 
active mind. 

Fashionable Blount Street. 

There was Burke Square on Blount 
street. There Avas nothing on it 
save the old academy building. The 
rest of the square was the brawling 
ground of Professor Morson's stu- 
dents. It was not a proper use for 
a piece of valuable property owned 
by the State. The disreputable aca- 
demy building should be torn down 
and something put in its place. And 
why not a house for the Governor 
to live in? The question began to 
form itself in her mind. 

By the time the General Assem- 
bly met in 1883 it had been im- 
planted in the Governor's mind, and 
he immediately set about planting 
it in the 170 legislative craniums. 
It didn't propagate at all readily 
The State was poor. It saw little 
of worth in Mrs. Jarvis' desire for 
a hue house. Perhaps she was a bit 
too enthusiastic with her lobbying 
among the members — discreet and 
wholly legitimate lobbying, but 
lobbying. The legislators shied away 
from her ambitious plans. 

But a clever woman is never de- 
feated. On February 17, 1883, the 
General Assembly ratified a measure 
approving the construction of a resi- 
dence for the Governor on Burke 
Square. It made no provision in 
money whatsoever. It looks now as 
if il were intended for a subterfuge 
to get rid of Mrs. Jarvis. It said 
that certain lots owned by the State 
could be sold and the proceeds ap- 
plied to the erection of the house, 
but nobody thought this money would 
build such a house as Mrs. Jarvis 



But a clever woman is never de- 
feated. She turned this defeat to 
her uses, and by her grace won an 
invaluable ally in Captain W. J. 
Hicks, then superintendent of the 
State 's Prison. He could make brick. 
He could do all things necessary to 
the construction of the mansion, and 
the proceeds from the lots could be 
used to furnish the mansion after it 
Avas completed. Captain Hicks could 
furnish the construction. That much 
had been put into the bill. 

They went to work. Captain Hicks 
was no ordinary prison warden. He 
Avas an architect, he Avas a construc- 
tion engineer, and he was an inde- 
fatiguable ally. Together they laid 
out the general plans for the man- 
sion Captain Hicks was then at 
Avork on the present ' ' red brick ' ' 
building that houses the Corporation 
Commission and other departments. 
He had just completed the feudal 
castle that is the State Prison. 

Things did not go as the enthusi- 
asm of Mrs. vJai^is had planned. 
Her dreams of opening the Mansion 
with a grand state ball before her 
husband's term evpired died as first 
one obstruction and tlhen another 
Avas put in the way of its completion. 
Politicians called the Mansion ' ' Jar- 
Ads ' Folly." Enthusiasm and con- 
vict labor could not build a house 
in a year. The money was pitifully 
inadequate and Mrs. Jarvis was doom- 
ed to disappointment. 

Scales came in as Governor, and 
his first message contains a some- 
what neutral recommendation that 
certain funds be made available for 
the completion of the Mansion. The 
legislature shoAved no enthusiasm 
but allowed the sale of more lots, 

obscurely designated in the bill. It 
did include, hoAvever, authority for 
the sale of the old Palace property 
at the foot of Fayetteville street. 
It brought $10,000. 

Hicks Carried On. 

Although Mrs. Jarvfis Avas gpne 
Captain Hicks maintained his en- 
thusiasm for the building. His con- 
victs labored and Raleigh looked on. 
Stone for the trimming of the sturdy 
walls Avas brought from Anson coun- 
ty's broAvnstone quarries. The same 
stone Avas then being used for the 
post oce in Wilmington. It seems 
to have been neglected in these lat- 
ter years. 

Scales again recommended in 1889 
that money be made available for 
the completion of the Mansion. He 
suggested, among other things, that 
money be voted for finishing some 
pink marble that had been brought 
from Cherokee county for the steps 
at the front of the Mansion. He 
suggested, too, that natiA r e woods be 
use for the interior finishing, as an 
advertisement of native products. 
The legislature grudgingly acquies- 

Another election was immending 
and a new Governor. Captain Hicks 
began to rush construction, and to 
take short cuts. He could not spend 
a life time on it, and he had little 
money to spend. So he rushed. 
Plumbing fixtures of the cheapest 
sort were bought and installed hasti- 
ly. Electric wiring was put in over 
the ceilings. Between the floors, he 
piled plain, undisguised dirt to dead- 
en the sound of walking on them, 
lie had begun with enthusiasm and 
quit in disheartened haste. 

Fowle Avas elected and the Mansion 



was declared ready for him. He 
gathered together the few stray pieces 
of furniture he could could and iden- 
tify as belonging to the Mansion, 
and supplemented them with his own 
furniture. He submitted a list of his 
own and a list of the State's furni- 
ture to the General Assembly so there 
would be no row when he moved out. 
He went to housekeeping on a shoe 
string, insofar as furniture was con- 
cerned. The Mansion w T as not com- 
pleted when he moved in, or when he 
was taken out dead not long after. 

Outwardly the Mansion was then 
an impressive structure. Tastes in 
the late Victorian era were not as 
sensitive as they are now, and the 
building was generally admired. Its 
walls were sturdy and impressive. 
But the interior was a nightmare. 
It couldn't be heated by the inade- 
quate open fire places and steam heat 
was yet to be invented. Now and 
then the General Assembly contribut- 
ed modest sums for its furniture, and 
for a few kegs of paint, and such 
like improvements. It was papered 
occasionally, painted occasionally, 
cleaned occasionally and deplored by 
every mistress of the Mansion who 
became responsible for its keeping. 

Altogether the State had spent on 
the Mansion a total of $21,860 when 
Captain Hicks balanced his accounts 
November 30, 1889. It had a great 
hulk of an exterior, done on barbaric 
lines, but not out of harmony with 
the other monsions along Blount 
street in 1889, only it was about four 
times as big, and built to accommo- 
doi.e a court ball. The bed rooms 
and living quarters above were medi- 
eval in their appointments and fix- 

Time didn't improve the Mansion. 
It became a monstrously expensive 
house just to keep clean. The dirt 
put between the floors to keep things 
quiet dried out. The floors shrunk, 
and when the Chief Executive walked 
across them a cloud of dust followed 
in his wake, coming up through the 
cracks in the floors. The plumbing 
was an abomination and the elec- 
trical wiring a constant menace. 
Mrs. McLean Makes Survey. 

This is what Mrs. McLean found 
when she came to the Mansion ea*rly 
this year. Both the Governor and 
Mrs. McLean know a good deal about 
houses. They had planned and built 
the best house in the section where 
they have been living. They know 
what a good house is like and how 
to build one. They knew that the 
antidiluvian plumbing and such 
things in the Mansion Avere actually 
dangerous. They called in the ex- 

The experts of the State Health 
Department immediately condemned 
the plumbing. The inspectors of the 
State Insurance Department con- 
demned the electrical equipment. The. 
McLean cook almost had apoplexy 
upon seeing the kitchen. In the mean- 
time funds had been made available 
and contracts let for a general over- 
hauling of the Mansion along the 
customary lines of procedure among 
professional decorators. 

Here is where Mrs. McLean arriv- 
ed to take up the work left incom- 
plete by Mrs. Jarvis forty-two years 
ago. She and the Governor began at 
the beginning. They rebuilt the kit- 
chen They tore out the "outside" 
plumbing and heating pipes and put 
them in the walls. They put the elec- 



trie wiring inside the walls. They re- 
moved the dirt from between the 
floors. They took the paper off the 
walls, finding in some rooms as many 
as seven layers of paper and paint, 

At this stage Mrs. McLean took 
personal charge of redecorating the 
interior of the Mansion. She has 
excellent taste in these matters, and 
her wide observation in the mansions 
of Washington stood her in good 
stead. There is not a corner of the 
Mansion that does not reflect her 
painstaking thought and supervision. 
The Mansion has been transformed. 
Instead of a bleak and barren house, 
it began to look like a place the 
people would expect to see their gov- 
ernors in. 

Does Salvaging. 

What she could she salvaged. She 
found, for one thing, many invalu- 
able portraits of the State's great 
men and Avomen hanging directly 
over radiators. The paint had been 
scorched until several of the paint- 
ings were almost ruined. She had 
them restored, and now they hang 
where they are out of harm's way. 
This much alone has made her work 
worth while. Another instance of 
her judgment is the gathering up of 
scores of discarded rugs from the at- 
tic and the floors and sending them 
to a company that re-works them into 
new rugs. For a modest sum she has 
new rugs for the entire Mansion. 

In all things she has aimed at sim- 
ple, substantial things. The new 
plumbing and heating plant and fix- 
tures are such as would be found in 
any well equipped home. The hang- 
ing's for the windows are substantial 

but not elaborate. Old furniture has 
been brought and re-upholstered. 
With the Governor she has got out 
of it the joy that young married 
couples have in furnishing a new 
home with somewhat limited re- 

Like the Fowles the McLeans have 
found it necessary to bring their 
own furniture to augment the inade- 
quate furnishings of the Mansion 
Many old pieces they have brought 
out from the attic and had them refin- 
ished. The Governor's major de- 
light is in the sideboard in the din- 
ing room, buried these many years, 
under .successive coats of varnish, 
and the discovery of the silver serv- 
ice of the battleship North Carolina 
in the museum. It has been put to 
use in the Mansion. 

And Now It Is Done. 

This sideboard was built originally 
for the British steamer Lord Clyde, 
long in the blockade 'service and 
later sold to the State and rechris- 
tened the "Advance." The sideboard 
is of native Scotch wood, and intri- 
cately carved with all sorts of High- 
land devices — the rose, the thistle, 
fruits, vegetables, fish, game and in 
the center a fine ram's head. A mir- 
ror that accompanied it also is a 
source of pride to the (iovernor. It 
is in the reception room. 

Minor alterations have been made 
in the interior that lend dignity to 
the Mansion. The whole house has 
been "done over" and this time 
permanently. Mrs. Jarvis' dream of 
a place that North Carolina can be 
proud of has come at last into frui- 
tion, and to these two women the 
State owes no little of gratitude. 




Hon. 0. Max Gardner, speaking at 
the Armistice Day exercises at 
Greensboro on the 11th, declared : • 

I am happy to be privileged to ad- 
dress this representative body of 
forward looking North Carolinians : 
for the opportunity it affords to lay 
upon the altar of your devoted head 
my tribute of respect and memory ; 
for the occasion it seems to offer to 
summon the American Legion of this 
progressive community to the con- 
templation of the exacting demands 
of civil life and to the requirements 
of sustained and orderly constitution- 
al government. 

I stand uncovered in the presence 
of the hallowed memory of your 
comrades who "went west." I am 
humbled before the greatness of the 
supreme sacrifice they so freely paid 
proud beyond all words of those 
sons of North Carolina avIio held 
aloft the honored traditions of their 
native State and added a new lustre 
to her crown of glory. "Men who 
not for fame or reward, rank or pow- 
er, but in simple obediency to duty 
as they understand it. suffered all, 
sacrificed all, dared all and died." 

They will have died in vain if 
from the lesson of their supreme 
sacrifices you have not learned to 
hive and serve your country with a 
more intense challenging and inti- 
mate devotion. 

Living in Greensboro and Guilford 
County, you enjoy an inherited en- 
vironment of community pride, com- 
munity love and community service 
compelling' in its appeal to your finer 

With such a background it seems 
to me entirely fitting that I should 
select for my subject today the title, 
"Live for Your Country," and I 
shall speak in no provincial terms 

In God 's divine economy you were 
not called upon to die for your coun- 
try. While there is something sub- 
limely heroic about dying for one's 
country there is something indefina- 
ably more courageous than dying, 
and that is living nobably for one's 
country. I appeal to you to prepare 
and train and strive and purpose 
and live f<5r America in time of peace 
with the same consecrated zeal that 
you strove and fought and sacrificed 
for her in time of war. 

Fought for Peace. 

We are told over and over again 
that your war was fought for peace, 
that it was a war against Avar. If 
this Avas not true, then the period 
from July 31, 1914, to November 11, 
1918, constitutes the blackest epoch 
in the history of civilized man. The 
world Avar Avas an economic, social 
and political crime unless for it 
you learned something more con- 
strutively enduring than the scienti- 
fic knowledge of killing your felloAV- 
man. America entered the Avar be- 
cause the conscience of a nation was 
outraged and because the heart of 
the people believed it to be right. 
Now if it were right to enter a Avorld 
war for the safety of America and 
the preservation of civilization, ask 
in god faith Avhy is it not iioav right 
for us to enter into some contract of 
world covenant in order to garner 
the fruits of your victory and fore- 



ever outlaw national and internation- 
al murder. I was for Wilson with the 
League of Nations. I am likewise 
with Coolidge for the World Court. 
Let us confidently hope that out of 
the conference of Locarno there 
comes the dawn of an universal peace 
and the conservation of a world civil- 
ization. The horrible drama of death 
through which we passed, has sure- 
ly taught many new concepts of life 
and brought you to more fully real- 
ize that after all you shall pass this 
way but once, and that whatever of 
kindly deeds, whatever of ministra- 
tions of mercy, as the tokens of 
friendship and helpfulness of the un- 
fortunate, you Avould bestow, must be 
neglected or postponed, for with the 
closing of each new day the oppor- 
tunities offered by it are gone for- 
ever and slip down the corridors of 
time and can only in a measure be 
redeemed by regarding the birth of 
each new day as a fresh invitation to 
crowd its busy hours with love and 
sympathy and help for your fellow- 

I commend to you the study of the 
personality, principles, and policies 
of the man who walked the waters 
of Galilee, and of his flaming folloAV- 
er who at Troas heard and answered 
the Macedonian cry. The two most 
progressive men that ever lived were 
Jesus of Nazareth and Paul of Tar- 
sus. They had no money and levied 
no taxes, but they possessed a spirit 
that has become the world's store- 
house for warning human hearts and 
generating human sympathy from 
which has come a continuous stream 
of tax paid gold to advance and glori- 
fy human government and alleviate 
human suffering. If Ave enlist in the 

army of these two powerful pro- 
gressives and with an unconquerable 
spirit follow their flag there will 
never be occasion to call North Caro- 
lina a stand pat state or denounce its 
government as backward, parsimon- 
ious and unprogressive. 

We have placed a high estimate on 
the word ''progressive" in North 
Carolina. It is a comprehensive word 
and subject to wide and varied inter- 
pretations. La Follette was one sort 
of progressive and J. B. Duke an- 
other, but in terms of thinking they 
were not related by blood or mar- 
riage. The literal meaning is to go 
forward. I like to think of it, how- 
ever, as a great spiritual movement. 
As applied to government, progress 
does not consist solely in the collect- 
ing and disbursement of public 
funds ; although money is an essen- 
tial element to the guarantee of the 
States' uninterrupted progress, to 
greater heights than she has ever yet 
achieved. It takes money and lots 
of it if we are not to lag in the march 
of modern civilization, and North 
Carolina is not a lagging State. 
Taking Stock. 

We are today taking stock after 
a big investment and tremendous 
expansion in order to ascertain our 
true bearing, harmonize our essets, 
inventory our resources, and prepare 
for the systematic liquidation of our 
obligations to the end that Ave may 
gather reneAved strength to go for- 
ward. There must be no reduction in 
the patential horsepower of our en- 
gine, but the machinery of progress 
must have definite control as Avell as 
great power. We are running North 
Carolina with one foot on the accele- 
raator and the other in close promi- 



ty to the brakes. The machine is 
dead without the engine and danger- 
ous without the brake. If we have too 
much engine we run away. If we have 
too much brake we skid into the 
ditch. Give us great power, give us 
safe control, give us wise operation 
on hard surface roads, and North 
Carolina will steadily climb the 
heights that lead to the final up- 

The State's Pride. 

We take pardonable pride in the 
marvelous development and material 
prosperity of North Carolina, but I 
declare to you that the crowning 
achievements of our State have not 
come from industry, insurance, real 
estate, agriculture and commerce. It 
has come from the awkward con- 
science of an aroused people. It is 
reflected in the lives of the redeem- 
ed boys and girls; in the unstopped 
ears of deaf children ; in renewed 
strength to the ripped deformed; in 
the restored health of poor and brok- 
en bodies ; in the blinded eyes made 
to see ; in the hushed wail of the in- 
sane ; in the brightened faces of nine 
hundred thousand school children ; 
in the growth and enlarged institu- 
tions of every kind under State con- 
trol : and finally in the outstretched 
arms of the mother State calling to 
her children to come up higher and 

The last eight years have been the 
golden age in North Carolina. In this 
period we have lightened the way 
with a policy of broad benevolence, 
unstinted charity, and splendid sacri- 
fice which has so sAveetened the life 
of the State as to smooth the rough 
[daces, relieve the sorrows, alleviate 
the sufferings, remove the disease, 

save the erring, educate the illiter- 
ate and lighten the heavy load of 
care upon the consience of progres- 
sive people. It is in this human cur- 
rent of the life of your state I urge 
you, young men, to enter, and to en- 
ter with powerful determination to 
give heart and hope and inspiration 
and yourselves, that North Carolina 
may be welded and cemented into a 
great and glorious civilization wel- 
coming the dawn of a better day and 
the building of a finer and nobler 

We must all move, but we must 
move together. No progress, which 
does not fit all, ever permanently 
lifted any. 

Secret Election Law. 

We shall not rest content with our 
material, social and educational pro- 
grams. In a modern democracy the 
life of a people is expressed at the 
ballot box. The boasted seapter and 
crown of a free people if an untram- 
melled ballot. Our elections have 
been as free from corruption and in- 
justice as human nature and partisan 
feeling will permit, but I am con- 
vinced that the time has come in our 
state when Ave should stand abreast 
of our sister commonAvealth and of- 
fer to the electorate of North Caro- 
lina a secret ballot in conformity to 
the Australian laAv. 

My feeling is that Ave should main- 
tain and election laAv so fair and free 
and just that it "will secure, beyond 
the shadow of a doubt, unchallenged 
expression of popular will. I there- 
fore urge the American Legion to 
throw the weight of its poAverful in- 
iluence to the enactment by our 
General Assembly of the Australian 



In conclusion, let us pledge each 
other that we will henceforth love 
and serve our country more devoted- 
ly, that Ave will abate none of our 
convictions, but that our partnership 
.-•hall be without the sting of person- 
al abuse; that we recognize a world- 
wide sorrow as having drawn us in- 

to a clearer understanding at home 
and abroad, and that the heartfelt 
emotions of the American Legion 
will find definite expression in kin- 
ship with the race and membership 
in the immortal throng of God's 

Hardships in war didn't shorten the life of Confederates in Richmond 
county, as is shown by a veteran of 83 who was married and is able to 
best the younger men at a plowing match. 


Homer Rodeheaver, in Advance. 

It has been said that no gospel 
song in history ever attained the in- 
ternational popularity of "The Glory 
Song" in so short a time. It was 
written in 1900, and in less than five 
years it was sung around the world. 
The wonder of this, however, is not 
due to the song alone, but to cir- 
cumstances and conditions that took 
control of it. 

Many interesting incidents con- 
nected with it have been sent me 
from many countries, besides scores 
that have appeared in print, but to 
me the most remarkable fact con- 
cerning the soflg is that it stands to- 
day note for note and word for word 
as Charles H. Gabriel sent it to the 
printer twenty-five years ago. 

It has been translated into more 
than twenty differents languages and 
dialects, and over twenty millions of 
copies have been printed. I have heard 
it played by brass bands, German 
bands, hand organs, street pianos and 
phonographs; I have heard it num- 

erous times song by over ten thou- 
sand people, and again by the usual 
congregation; but the most impres- 
sive rendering I ever heard given 
was by a certain congregation of ov- 
er one thousand men; these men were 
all dressed in steel gray suits, and 
sat with folded arms; the man who 
played the organ and the man who 
held the baton and led the song were 
dressed in exactly the same waj 7 . 
Down the right side across the rear 
and up the left side of the audience 
room, on high stools, sat a row of 
men in blue uniforms, holding heavy 
canes across their knees ; these men 
seemed never for an instant to take 
their eyes from certain spots in front 
of them. Not a man whispered dur- 
ing the service — for it was a state's 
prison. Among that congregation of 
1,077 men, 256 were there for life 
— there to live and die, and on each 
of their cell doors, where they would 
read it every time they left and re- 
entered, was the startling word 


"life." How strangley their voices 
impressed me — these men without a 
country, without a home, without a 
name, deprived of every privilege 
accorded to all men by the Almighty, 
and known only by a number. As 
I sat before them, the prison pal- 
lor of their faces against its back- 
ground of gray within that frame of 
blue, made a picture never to be for- 
gotten. With few exceptions every 
man sang; here sat one with down- 
east eyes — there another with mute 
lips, while yonder near the center a 
large, strong fellow Avas weeping like 
a little child — but silently. They told 
me lie had been there but a short 
time, and T wondered if he had 

heard the song before, under different 

circumstances and where, for he 

had a kindly face. 

Softly they sang that last stanza: 
.' ' Friends will be there I have lov- 
ed long ago ; 
Joys like a river around me will 

Yet just a smile from my Saviour, I 

Will through the ages be glory for 
me. ' ' 
The song ended, the captain said 
a brief prayer, and that great crowd 
of men, at signals from the guards 
in blue, inarched out squad by squad, 
keeping step to the music of the or- 
gan played by the men in gray. 

The notion of courage as always combative is obsolete. 

There may be as much courage in compromise as in conflict. 

There is a folly oi! resistence as well, as a folly of resignation. 

The normal run of the day's work is forever bringing us face to face 
with dilemmas that compel us to choose between conflict and com- 

There is a kind of moral stubbornnesss that sometimes leads us to 
choose a futile battle in preference to a fertile compromise.- 

There is a kind of moral spinelessness that sometimes leads us to 
choose an easy-going compromise when we should stand our ground and 
fight like men. — Glenn Frank. 





By Archer Wallace. 

One day during the Great War, a brilliant French artist named Jean Lc- 
moidant lay wounded in a German prison camp. "Why does the night last 
so long?" he asked, "why does the daylight never come?" Then he was told 
that he was blind, and that he would never be able to paint again "I thought 
I might be wounded or killed," he said, "but I never thought about being blind." 
This article tells what Jean Lemoidant, wounded and blind, has done since 
his great misfortune came. 

Before the days of the Great War, 
there lived in Breton, France, an 
artist whose beautiful pictures had 
caused people to think of him as one 
of the greatest of French painters. 
His name was Jean Lemoidant, and 
he loved to paint pictures of the 
quaint villages of Brittany Avhere liv- 
ed the simple-minded fisherfolk who 
braved the dangers of the deep. Jean 
Lemoidant 's first pictures were of 
fishermen mending their nets; of lit- 
tle children romping in the san; of 
anxious women waiting for the re- 
turn of the fishing boats, and some- 
times ot angry seas that in their fury 
hurled themselves against the rocks. 
Jean Lemoidant loved the simple peo- 
ple among whom he lived, and they 
in return gazed in Avonder at his 
paintings and told each other that 
some day there would be a great 
artist in France and his name would 
be Jean Lemoidant. 

Then the artist was given a task 
which occupied him every day for 
two whole years. In an old village 
hotel there were fine large panels on 
the Avail, and he was asked to paint 
a suitable design for the entire Avail, 
which Avas sixty feet long, thirty 
feet Avide and fifteen feet high. So 

exquisite Avas the design that Jean Le- 
moidant conceived that Avhen it was 
completed admiring croAvds came 
great distances to see it and the 
fame of the artist spread to Paris. 
He was given the contract to paint 
the interior of the magnificent muni- 
cipal theatre at Rennes. He had al- 
most completed this important task 
Avhen the Great War broke out, and 
although he Avas thirty-seven years 
of age and could have remained in 
the Home Defence Corps, he enlisted 
in one of the regiments soon to go 
to the front, and before the Avar was 
many AA r eeks old he Avas in the trench- 
es facing the Germans. 

Jean Lemoidant proved himself as 
capable a soldier as he had been a 
painter, and led his men in many 
daring engagements, where his cour- 
age was put to the test. He Avas 
badly Avounded at Charleroi and in 
spite of advice he refused to go to 
the hospital at the base. Later he 
Avas Avounded at the Marne, and a 
third time at Artois. At Artois his 
right arm Aves rendered useless; he 
Avas Avounded in the leg, and his 
knee Avas smsahed and the joint Avas 
made stiff so that he Avalked in a 
halting fashion. 



In spite of these gruelling exper- 
iences he still refused to leave the 
firing line and insisted on staying 
with his men and joining them in the 
attack before Arras. In that attaek 
he was struck by a bullet. After- 
wards he said that it seemed at the 
time as if his head had been com- 
pletely smashed. For forty-eight 
hours he lay unconscious, and when 
he came to himself he lay among the 
dead and the dying scarcely able to 
move ; he heard around him the 
groans of dying men. Even then his 
great courage showed itself, for 
when he saw a Breton lad dying he 
crawled to him and conforted him in 
his last moments. 

When, at last, Jean Lemoidant 
was found, along with others he was 
taken to a German hospital and plac- 
ed among the serious cases. Then 
the darkness came — that terrible 
darkness which put an end to his 
fondest hopes. At first he did not 
know what was the matter with him. 
Anxiously he asked the nurses : 
'AVhy <loes the night last so long. 
It seems as if the morning will nev- 
er come. ' ' When the bad news was told 
to him that lie was blind, he was 
staggered. ''I had thought of 
death," lie said, ''and even thought 
I might be maimed for life, but I 
never thought of having to live in 
the dark all my days. 

Then he showed that supreme cour- 
age which caused even the Germans 
to wonder and admire. He moved 
among his fellow prisoners and part- 
ly to while away the time and part- 
ly in order to help them, he began 
to give lecture son painting. Then 
a great hope came to him. His eyes 
were put back into their place and 

he began to see a little — not much 
more than a glimmer at first — but 
great enough to make him radiant 
with hope. Each day he told him- 
self that his eyesight was just a lit- 
tle better than the day before, then 
one day a terrible thing happened 
and his hopes were dashed to the 

He was in the midst of a lecture 
one day when something seemed to 
snap, and instantly every ray of 
light vanished. Then he knew that 
he was blind. It was a terrible dis- 
appointment, but he did not stop 
speaking. He continued his lecture. 
Those who were listening were aware 
that something had happened al- 
though they did not know what it 
was. At the close of the lecture 
they rushed forward, only to make 
the discovery that Jean Lemoidant 's 
hopes were vain — he was totally 

Blind, lame, and with all his hopes 
of even being a great artist now com- 
pletely gone, Jean Lemoidant faced 
the world again. When at the con- 
clusion of the war he turned his face 
towards his beloved France he be- 
gan to hope, once more. He thought 
that the instant the train passed on 
to French soil there might be a 
miracle and his sight would be re- 
stored. He became greatly excited 
and asked the nurses not to forget 
to tell him the instant that the bord- 
er was passed. In one sense there 
was no miracle when at last Jean 
Lemoidant entered France, but in 
another way there was a miracle, 
for the courage and cheerfulness of 
this brave man became almost more 
than human. No sooner did he get 
settled down in his beloved France 



than he began to lecture on the art 
he so much loved, that of painting. 
Soon he had large classes of appre- 
ciative students to whom he lectured 
daily on the subject, and the amaz- 
ing knowledge and cheerfulness of 
this maimed and blinded soldier 
aroused his hearers to reverence and 
enthusiasm. As they gazed into his 
pale face with the sightless eyes, 
their hearts were strangely moved. 

An English treveler tells of a visit 
he paid to Brittany after the Avar, 
and of a quaint village festival he 
attended. Hundreds of peasants 
moved around the village green clad 
in their spotless holiday attire. 
Among the laughing maidens and 
jovial men he saAv oue man who 
seemd to radiate sunshine wherever 
he went. Then he discovered that 
this prince of fun-makers was the 
blinded artist — Jean Lemoidanr. 

For several years now he has been 
lecturing on art, and in 1919 he 
visited the United States of Ameri- 

ca in order to have conferred upon 
him a very great distinction, the 
Howland Prize. This prize is only 
conferred upon such as have display- 
ed extraordinary skill in some branch 
of science. The condition reads that 
it can only be conferred on ' ' The 
citizen of any country in recognition 
of some achievement of marked dis- 
tinction in the held of literature, fine 
arts, or the science of government." 

In years to come no doubt the 
Howland Prize will be conferred up- 
on many great men ; deservedly dis- 
tinguished for their great gifts as 
authors, musicians, statesmen or 
soldiers, but one Avould feel safe in 
saying that it is improbable that the 
great honor will ever be conferred 
upon any braAer man than Jean Le- 
moidant, Avho, although maimed and 
blinded, just when he seemed to be 
nearing the goal of his ambition, 
yet faced the world with a smile up- 
on his lips and a song of hope and 
cheer in his brave heart. 


By Olive M. Bucher, Shenchowfu, Hunan China. 

Day after day, for nearly four After the first few days every 
months, Gweh Fuh's father looked at brother and sister of Gweh Fuh who 
the sky for some sign of rain. Some- was old enough to handle a hoe, 
times promising looking clouds ap- went with him and his father to dig 
peared, but only to disappear again roots, for it took many roots pounded 
in a very short time, leaving the to shreds to produce enough of the 
ground and everything dry and hot flour-like substance which they con- 
as eA r er. tained for one meal. 

"Come, my lad," the farmer 'said By and by they could no longer find 

one day, "avo must go out on the enough roots to satisfy the hunger 

hills every day, noAV and dig roots to of the children, and mother and fath- 

eat ; for the rice is all gone and the er began to look pale. Then it was 

sun has burned up the neAV rice." that GavcIi Fuh's father decided to 



take his family to town to beg. 

"To beg?" questioned the mother 

' ' There is no food here, ' ' answered 
the father simply; and the next day 
the family started for town. 

Arived in town, the father show- 
ed the children on which streets to 
beg, and where they were to meet 
at night before a certain temple. 
Then they went in several directions,, 
the mother taking the younfest child. 

After a long and tiresome day, the 
family met again at the temple, all 
expecting Gweh Fuh. They were all 
too tired to hunt for him very long, 
so they lay down on the temple floor 
to sleep, hoping to find him next 

As for Gweh Fuh, he found that he 
was in a strange part of the city 
when evening came, and like many 
another wanderer in tha ttime of fa- 
mine, he looked about for a shelter- 
ed place in Avhich to sleep. Finding 
an unusually large shrine, under the 
roof of which several other people 
Avere already sleeping, he crept into 
a small space that was left in one 

As Gweh Fuh slept he had a won- 
derful dream. A very old man with 
a long white beard, long white hair 
and flowing garments, walked smil- 
ingly toward him, offering him a bag 
of brass cash. As the child accept- 
ed the money he cried out with joy, 
"Thank you, kind Mr. Whitebeard, 
for this bag of cash. Now we need 
not beg for many days." 

"Listen to what he says. He has 
a bag of cash," whispered one thief 
to the other four, for Gweh Fuh had 
jj'one to sleep with five thieves. There- 
upon they searched Gweh Fuh's lit- 

tle basket for hidden money but could 
find none. 

The following evening, after a long- 
day of begging, the child again found 
the shelter of the night before and 
crept into his corner for a much need- 
ed sleep. 

Again as he slept he dreamed. The 
same old man seemed to come toward 
him, and with his kindly smile offer- 
ed him a bag of coppers. 

Kind Mr. Whitebeard, ' ' cried 
Gweh Fuh "when I find my parents 
and my sisters and brothers, how 
gladly I shall provide for their hung- 
er with the bag of coppers." 

' ' Aha, ' ' whispered a thief who had 
been listening, "he now speaks of a 
bag of coppers, and last night he 
spoke, of cash. He surely knows 
Avhere there is money. We must Avatch 
him and find the old whitebeard who 
gives money away so lavishly. ' ' 

The next day one of 1 the thieves 
folloAved GAveh Fuh about, but found 
neither money nor Mr. Whitebeard. 
"He has only been dreaming," said 
the thief disgustedly, and he wanted 
to beat the child for fooling him. 

' ' SloAvly, sloAvly, dreams are 
dreams," said a more superstitious 
thief. "Let him alone, and we may 
find the money yet." 

That night in Gweh Fuh's dream 
the kind old man in the flowing robes 
came to him with a bag of silver. 
Teears dimmed the little boy's eyes as 
he said his thanks. 

"Perhaps Avith this bag of silver," 
lie Avhispered. "the family could re- 
turn home, and live until the next 
rice crop. 

The thieves were now convinced 
tbjit GAveh Fuh had money some- 
where, and Avere determined to find 



it. They all followed him at a dis- 
tance all day long'. Finally one of 
them iSaw an old man hand him 
something in a bowl. Without wait- 
ing to see that it was a bowl of 
rice, the thief took the old man by 
the shoulder and demanded the bags 
of silver, copper and cash. 

' ' What do you mean ? ' ' cried the 
old man, beating the thief off with 
his long cane, and showing at the 
same time that he was not as old as 
he had pretended to be. "If there 
is money to be had, I shall be glad to 
share it ; but tell me first where the 
money is. ' ' 

The thief decided that this man 
Avas as great a rascal as himself and 
told him about Gweh Full and his 
strange talk about money, declaring 
that he should have a share if he 
could help to find it. 

"Now you are speaking with wis- 
dom, ' ' said the other, ' ' for I am a 
wizard. It is true that I could not 
get the money myself, for certain 
reasons, but I will help you to get it 
and things will go badly with you if 
you dare forget to share it Avith me." 

' ' And now, ' ' continued the Avizard, 

when the thief had promised not to 
forget, "listen closely Avhen the child 
seems to be talking to the white- 
beard and be sure to ask softly where 
the money is ,being careful not to 
wake him. 

That night none of the thieves 
slept, so much afraid Avas each one 
that the others might get all of the 
money and he be left out. 

GAveh Full was scarcely asleep, when 
he seemed to be sitting on a grassy 
spot outside the city, and looking 
across the river. A boat drifted slow- 
ly toward him, and in it stood the 
kind old man of his other dreams. 
Silently the little boy Avatched un- 
til the man in the boat beckoned him 
to eome to the edge of the Avater, and 
placed in his hands a bag of gold. 

''Rut how can it help me?" cried 
the boy, weeping bitterly. "You 
are very kind to give me this bag of 
gold. You Avere kind also to give 
me the bags of silver, and of copper, 
and the cash ; but Avhen I am awake 
there will be nothing here. After 
all 1 would rather have my parents 
and no money than a lot of money 
and no parents." 

There is no outward sign of true courtesy that does not rest on a 
deep, moral foundation. — Goethe. 






With only his German police clog 
for company, Paul J. Adams, "the 
young man of the mountains," as 
he is known to those who in summer 
frequent the Great Smoky Mountains, 
has begun his lonely winter on the 
top of Mount Le Conte of his own 
volition Adams, who is 24 years of 
age and a former student at the 
University of Tennessee has selected 
this vantage point to continue his 
studies of the plaint and animal life 
of the mountains, and to carry on 
work as a watchman for the Great 
Smoky Mountain Conservation Asso- 

When the ascent of Mount Le Con- 
te, the crowning peak of the Great 
Smoky Mountains, Avas made possible 
to the average hiker two years ago, 
Adams upon his own suggestion and 
•by arrangement with the conserva- 
tion association, which is seeking 
to have the mountains set aside as 
a National Park, took up his abode 
on the mountain top. He is sta- 
tioned there to watch out for fires 
in the immediate vicinity, and to 
act as host to those sufficiently in- 
trepid to scale the peak which rises 
0,680 feet above the sea level, and 
more than 5,000 feet from its base. 
He provides those who wish to spend 
the night on the mountain top with 
blankets and shelter, and furnishes 
hot coffee and tea to the chilled 
hikers at only a little more a cup 
than it would cost at the nearby 
village of Gatlinburg at the maun- 
tains' foot. 

But playing the host to the infre- 
quent hiker is only a means to an 
end. Adams' real objective is the 

study of the birds that make their 
nests high above the foot-hills His 
discoveries have been hailed by sci- 
entists, and he has been called on to 
present his findings to scientific 

The young hermit has already 
found two new species of birds nest- 
ing in the heights of the Great 
Smokies, the golden crowned king- 
let and the ruby crowned kinglet. 
He has observed species of the 
Crain 's warbler, never known to nest 
higher than 4,000 feet, building their 
nests high on the rugged tops of Le 
Conte. Three other species of 
birds long lost to orinthologists, he 
has re-discovered on the virtually 
deserted heights of this mountain. 
They are the brown-headed nut hatch 
and the black-capped chicadee, and 
the olive-sidede fly-catcher. 

Adams has certain theories which 
he is seeking to substantiate by his 
life and observations on Le Conte. 
Pie believes that certain birds be- 
lieved only to inhabit the Northern 
climes make their homes on the high- 
er mountain peaks, and has discover- 
ed several species which serve to 
substantiate this. He has found a 
new species of field mice on Le Con- 
te, and lately discovered the first 
raven's nest to be found in the Great 

The police dog which is his sole 
companion is more than a companion 
— he is an assistant. The animal 
carries packages weighing as much 
as twenty-five pounds up the moun- 
tain side, and is quick at detecting 
fire in the brush. He is able to put 
out incipient fires by snuffing out 



cigarette butts. With his nose he 
digs up the dirt and throws it upon 

the offending weed until the danger 
is quite past. 


By Stanley 
Some boys, and Mr. Roy Long, cut 
wood ssveral days last week. 

Another carload of coal arrived at 
the institution last week. 

The barn force had the job of 
hauling the trees which were trans- 

The morning and evening school 
sections practised Thanksgiving songs 
last Saturday. 

Dwight Queen, member of the 
tenth cottage, has been given a 
position in the laundry. 

The Mooresville String Band, un- 
der the direction of Prof, Frank 
Williams will play a concert for the 
boys next Saturday night- 

Ed Miller and Walter Morris, for- 
mer students at the J. T. S- visited 
us during the past week. Morris 
was a member of the print shop. 

Mr. W. E. Stanley, Durham wel- 
fare officer, visited the institution 
last Wednesday. 

The boys in Mr. Johnson's room 
contributed enough money last week, 
to pay for the subscription of the 
Popular Science for another year. 


twelfth cottage, was permitted to 
spend a few days with his parents in 
Greensboro. Evans is also a member 
of the print shop. 

Prof. W. Ml Crook, officer of the 
second cottage, and teacher in one of 
the school rooms, spent last Thurs- 
day at the State Baptist Convention, 
which was held in Charlotte. 

The Kings Daughters Convention 
Minutes have been printed and put 
up, and the big job is out of the way. 
All the printers are glad of that, it 
was a fifty-six page book. 

A report of the Thanksgiving Day 
happenings, will appear in the next 
issue of the Uplift. As it camo 
around too late for publication this 

The carpenter shop boys with the 
aid of Mr. Frank Lisk, put towel 
racks in the cottages last Aveek. They 
also painted the basements in several 
of the cottages. 

It was decided that the program 
which was given several weeks ago, 
would be appreciated by the public, 
so on last Wednesday night, the pro- 
gram was held. A good number of 
people attended this, and all enjoyed 

Claude Evans, member of the As the wind blew most of the lea- 



ves off the trees, and this making a 
had appearancs, Mr. Hayden Talbert 
and a number of boys raked and 
cleaned these leaves up. After they 
were through it looked its natural 

Base-ball has not been stopped at 
the institution yet by the cold wea- 
ther. The boys chose their playing 
team for the evening, and had an 
interesting game, last Saturday eve- 
ning on the big diamond. The rest 
of the boys played soccer, kicked 

foot-balls, and played many other 
games, of which they liked. 

Last Sunday the services was con- 
ducted in the auditorium under the 
direction of SMir. Thomas Shelton, 
from Charlotte Y. M. C. A. He bro- 
ught with him two men, one was a 
speaker from Chicago. He made an 
interesting talk to the boys. It was 
enjoyed by 1 ! everyone present. W 
hope, that lie will visit the institution 
asrain soon. 


Some one sent me ,a paper a number of years ago containing an. article 
that was marked. Its title was: "Are all the children in?" An old 
wife lay dying. She was nearly a hundred years of age, and the hus- 
band, who had taken the journey with her, sat by her side. She was just 
breathing faintly, but suddenly she revived, opened her eyes, and said, 
"Why, it is dark!" "Yes, Janet, it is dark." "Is it night?" "Oh, 
yes! it is midnight." "Are all the children in?" 

There was that old mother living life over again. Her youngest child 
had been in the grave twenty years, but she was travelling back into the 
old days, and she fell asleep in Christ asking: 

"Are all the children in?" 

Dear Friend, are they all in? Put the question to yourself now. Is 
John in? Is James in? Or is he immersed in business and pleasure? 
Is he living a double and dishonest life? Say! where is your boy, mother? 
Where is your son, your daughter? Is it well with your children? Can 
you say it is? — Christian Budget. 

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Master James Beddingfield, a 
13-year old boy, who came to the 
Jackson Training School a little 
more than a year ago. He is a 
native of Henderson county, but 
came to the institution from 
Spindale. His picture shows him 
larger than he really is. 

Master Beddingfield, along with 
three other boys, entered a little 
contest, authorized and financed 
by Mr. John J. Earnhardt, who 
xiianif'ests a large and commend- 
able interest in a proper entertain- 
ment of our boys on frequent oc- 

Mr. Barnhardt had pulled off a 

number of innocent and pleasing 

stunts, finally deciding to put on 

a more serious contest. Instead 

of proving a burden or a task to the boys, they entered the contest with a 

relish. Mr. Barnhardt wanted to give a prize to the boy in Prof. Crook's 


schoolroom who could answer he most of the questions in the cathechism. 

When the contest came the eagerness of the 407 pupils assembled, as they 
watched and listened, was impressive. 

Four of the boys answered every one of the 148 questions promptly and 
accurately. But this youngster, Master Beddingfield, looking Prof. Crook 
square in the face, like a challenge of "lay on" I am with you, put the 
professor to believeing that James knew the thing only mechanically and 
by rote. So Prof. Crook wore himself out in a test of the 13-year old young- 
ster's knowledge of the catechism by jumping about among the questions. 
Never touched the youngster! 

So master James Beddingfield, of Rutherford county, won Mr. Earnhardt's 

No danger of spoiling this boy by giving him public notice for his won- 
derful achievement — a thing that would give a severe test to us older ones. 
The boy has discovered himself- — that's the first business of the institution 
to help a boy discover himself. 

James spends a half day in school and the balance in the bakery, where 
he is becoming a fine bread maker. A knowledge of the catechism is no 
handicap in becoming a worth while baker, certainly not in becoming an 
upright citizen to which he is heading with great promise. 


In the language of a departed statesman, may we not inquire, as a com- 
munity, ' ' where are we at ? " 

By much hearalding and publicity, the city was notified of the approach- 
ing arrival of an aggregation of "artists," sponsored by an active and wide- 
awake local leader. They arrived on schedule time. 

This production of "art" by famous artists was staged in the auditorium 
of the city's best school building, a contribution of the city to the youth 
of the city for their education and preparation for life in those things that 
promise fine manhood and Avomanhood. No finer purpose could a community 
have than to strive to surround its young with agencies of groAvth and pre- 
paration, giving heed to safe and sound influences. 

The artists have pulled their stunts and departed with their wage. What 
lias been the gain locally? Just a practical question in this day of fine 
book-keeping and the maintenace of a budget system in our affairs. Some 
say that the performance Avas raAv and close to nature; some think it ap- 


proached brilliancy; a small few classed it as the work of real artists; and 
others are pronounced in their belief that what was considered art in the 
school auditorium, if produced on the streets, would subject the performers 
to arrest for flirting with nudity. And here we see how opinions differ. 

It does seem, however, that} the time has arrived when parents, and es- 
pecially the mothers, may find it worth while to personally censor the char- 
acter of the plays and the tendency of the amusements that are arranged for 
their children. At the gait we are going, modesty is in a death strug- 


Cleveland county is no laggard. Radiating out from Shelby, her county 
seat, for years have been an influence favorable to rural development. It is 
to the credit of that fine young city that its people sustain a fine and cor- 
dial relation with the rural sections. It would work charms in others if they 
but caught the spirit. 

There are in use today ninety miles of electric lines in Cleveland coun- 
ty, carrying lights and power to the rural sections. Thirteen communities 
have organized community stock companies to pay for the erection of a 
power line from the nearest center to the community in question. Four 
hundred and seventy-three subscribers among the farmers have been se- 
cured, and the cost to each farmer is between $90.00 and $250.00, depending 
on the length of the line and the number of people served. 

When two more lines are built there will be electric lines in every section 
of Cleveland county. 

Other counties are beginning to see the light, and are moving to add this 
convenience and necessity to their rural homes. In Cabarrus county already 
this demonstration of its practicability by Cleveland county is convincing. 
There is in existence one small corporation that is furnishing a group of 
people between Concord and Kannapolis with electric lights and power. An- 
other company of rural people, under a charter, is building an electric line 
of standard character out as far as the road leading into St. John's church, 
a distance of six miles from the city limits of Concord. With a few ex- 
ceptions every farm and tenant house along this line will connect with the 
line, besides there is in prospect the establishment of certain manufacturing 
enterprises — all of which show the influence of having faith in one's self 
and moving towards a development of the rural sections. 

The present Board of Water and Light Commissioners of Concord are show- 


ing a most commendable spirit in meeting as far as they can all these pro- 
jects in carrying light and power to the country. Within ten years, it is 
believed, every section of Cabarrus county will be electrified. 


There is more or less excitement over the announcement that United States 
Senator Cole Blease, of South Carolina, has determined to enter the journal- 
istic field. His is to be a weekly, issued from Anderson, South Carolina. 

This movement for a United States Senator has its advantages and its 
disadvantages. Mr. Blease will have an opportunity to inform, in his own 
inimical manner, his constituency how he stirred up the animals in Wash- 
ington; and then, the senator may take in too much territory and get him- 
self on the wrong side — and then his conviction will be easily accomplished 
by his own utterances in his own album of song, which he purposes making 
a weekly contribution to his constituency. 

"Oh, that my adversary might write a book,'" has no weight with the 
South Carolina statesman. 


The Greensboro News touches oft' the efforts- of parents in this man- 

"Mother and father struggle and sacrifice from son's babyhood, sus- 
tained by their dreams and ambitions. All through the long years, 
denying themselves the luxuries of life, the pleasures, and getting along 
on most meager share of the necessities, working hard, planning. And 
then son fails to make the football team,* after all. Such is life." 

The Chapel Hill News Letter has been running a number of educative 
articles, telling of the distribution of electric energy throughout/ the several 
sections of the state. It is sowing good seed that will sprout and flourish- 
By the way, the News Letter is the worthiest publication coming out from 
the university. It leads — never confounds or scrambles a situation. 

Gov. "Ma" Ferguson, of Texas, is tasting of state troubles. The public 
seems after her, but those who best understand the situation claim it is a 


man and not a woman in the case. Men are always getting women into 
trouble, but how could they live without them? 

Gov. McLean, by invitation of Association of Life Insurance Presidents, 
delivered an address at their 19th annual meeting, held in Hotel Astor, New- 
York, on Thursday. The Governor chose as his theme "Improved Methods 
In State Administration. 

With hog jowl, greens, rabbit pie, sausage, chine and spare ribs, pudding 
mush, persimmon custard and scores of other fine, ''vittles, " with which 
forms now teenij rural life is one grand joy after another. 


To get the thing off our mind, we desire to call the attention of our generous 
readers and former helpers that there remain 

Just 20 Days 
Until our 407 boys have reason to expect the good things that go to make 
up Christmas Cheer. 

Your check is awaited, and, in advance, The Uplift joins the boys in ex- 
pressions of gratitude. 




By Old Hurrygraph. 

Bobbed hair is the short cut to was asked to marry a couple. He ex- 
beauty, plained that there wasn't time for 

the ceremony just then, but said he 

One way of getting' out of a tight would perform it if the couple would 

place is to sober up. be seated and wait until the end of 

the service. When he had complet- 

" Eternal vigilance is the price of ed his duties, he said, "Will those 

liberty." The price of "some liberty who wish to be united in the holy 

depends entirely upon the judge. bonds of matrimony please come for- 

ward.'' Whereupon thirteen women 

A man may feel certain that he is and one man proceeded to block the 

aisle in a rush for the altar. 

cut out to be a farmer when he finds 

as much pleasure in buying things to 

fix up his farm as in buying things A Durham young girl is telling it 

and fixing up himself. that her father has never spoken a 

hasty word to her mother. He stut- 

A good, old-fashioned mother was ters. 

in the Washington Duke hotel. She 

stood for a while gazing on the three ' 4 What have you in the shape of 
dials to the three elevators. Then she cucumbers this morning?" asked the 
exclaimed: "Bless my soul; I've demuire little newly-wedded wife of 
heard talk of such things, but this the clerk, as she was doing her morn- 
is the first time I ever saw clocks ing grocery shopping. "Nothing 
run to 14 o'clock. I reckon the "B" but bananas, Miss," replied the 
and "M" means breakfast and fresh young newly installed grocery 
meals. ' ' clerk. 

The rough places on the highways 
are mechanically smoothed by a con- 
trivance on cars called shoekabsorb- 
ers. They are a comfort to the 
travelers. Now wouldn't it be a fine 
thing if we would put shock-absorb- 
ers on our dispositions and tempers. 
It would make tilings so somewhat 
smoother, and save us from many 
regrets for hot words, hastily spok- 
en, which have been like poisoned ar- 
rows and wounded sensitive souls. 

A clergyman, just before services, 

Scientists are now talking about 
synthetic food — the mixing of things 
into something like a tablet. This 
kind of food is not much known or 
used. If the time ever should come 
when men exist entirely on synthetic 
foods many pleasures will have gone 
from human life. I do not hesitate 
to declare in spite of synthetic ad- 
vocacy by scientists that I have not 
sufficient faith in science and the 
wonders it performs to believe it will 
ever duplicate the flavor of crisp 
sausage and buckwheat «akes; spare- 



ribs and chine; the various delicious 
members of the pie family and angei- 
food cake; of peaches, apples, or any 
of the other natural foods which 
please the palate. The idea of a 
compressed little tablet, or pill, in 
lieu of the real thing, to be swallow- 
ed with water. Ugh ! It might be 
that there would be no gluttony, no 
stomach, .troubles, no indigestion in 
an era of synthetic foods, I trust 
such a time will never be forced on 
the human race. As for me, give me 
natural foods and plenty of them, or 
give me death. If, this be treason 
to science, let the professors make 
the most of it. 

Oh, woman, in seeking your ease, 
. Have you no thought for a little 

cuss ? 
And not try to smother him, please, 
When he's seated in a big line bus. 
One of the big line buses rolled up 
and stopped in front of the Mal- 
bourne hotel. An exceedingly stout 
woman hopped in and plumped her- 
self down beside a very small man. 
Her massive form completely obliter- 
ated him, save the crown of his hat. 
"They ought to charge by weight,'' 
came a weak voice from the depths 
of the seat. "Weight, indeed," 
snapped the woman; "if they did it 
would hardly be worth their while 
stopping to pick up a featherweight 
like you. ' ' 

"Say it with flowers," has long 
been a popular slogan. An Irish- 
man recently went into the building 
material game. My friend Harry G. 
Nye tells it that friends suggested to 
Mr. Irish that he ought to have a 
business slogan — a motto — something 

like "Say it with flowers;" some- 
thing nifty. Some time after there ap- 
peared over the Irishman's place of 
business, in large letters, "Say it 
with Bricks." That wasn't bad. 
Nye says there comes many times in 
every man's life when that is a good 
motto. I don't want to get rough. 
I wouldn't want anyone to think that 
I am a rude, boisterous fellow, oh, 
dear, no. I can be as nice as any- 
body when that is the nice thing to 
do. But when, the time comes when 
doing nice things won't do, then 
"Say it with bricks." Don't say it 
with feather pillows, or silk cushions, 
or cream puffs, or even pies. That 
Avill only mess matters up, and won't 
do any good. Say it with flowers 
first; and then if that won't do any 
good, say it with bricks. Say what 
you mean so they will know what you 
mean, and that you mean what you 
say, if you are mean enough to do 
that. But you probably will never 
have any trouble with anybody about 
anything if you will use the aroma 
of flowers in your manner of speech, 
and swear by your friends and 
acquaintances, not at them. If all 
this fails, "say it with bricks." Not 

Civilization, like John Brown's 
body, "goes marching on." The 
house committee which is now revis- 
ing our national scheme of taxation 
has decided to put a padlock on in- 
come, tax publicity- If that is done 
the get-rich-quick slickers will have 
to get their sucker lists from some 
where else and the village gossips 
will live to fall back on Mrs. Smith's 
last year's hat done over, instead of 
the measly little $12 Mr. Smith paid 



to Uncle Sam several years ago. Yet 
some people say the world is not get- 
ting better. I never did believe in 
this income tax publicity anyway | It 
never was fair and square with all. 
I paid Uncle Sam $16 in good, hard- 
earned dollars for two years, and he 
has never even mentioned it along 
with the other wealthy people of this 
glorious country That is discrimina- 
tion, dire and diabolical. 

J. J. Lawson is one of the most 
enthusiastic dog fanciers in Durham. 
He met a friend of his the other day 
and was singing the praises of one 
of his dogs, which he declared had 
an amazing sense of smell. While 
they were in conversation, the dog 
came to a. pointing position at a man 
across the street. The friend want- 
ed to know why the dog was point- 
ing at the man. "Oh," said Lawson; 
"his name is Partridge." 

Home and Christmas! These two 
words spell the same for a mansion 

or a mud-hut. Either one can be a 
home. It is not wood, stone, steel, 
granite or marble that makes a home. 
it is relationship that either makes 
and unmakes homes- To one it may 
mean a place to sleep. He eats at a 
cafe, parks at the club, and does not 
stay in one place long enough to call 
it home. To others the family conver- 
sation is harsh, nagging, and some- 
times abusive. Words used are barb- 
id, and everything' seems to be as 
unpleasant as possible. To others 
home is just the opposite. It means 
rest, comfort, peace, love. Experience 
is the only thing that can tell the 
difference. Instead of being a place 
to escape from, its a heaven to flee 
the "good will" season in all homes 
and hearts. The magic wand that 
banishes all human foibles. The 
smoothing iron of life. W'ould that 
the Christmas spirit could be car- 
ried throughout the year by every- 
body. Wouldn't this be a happy 
world ? ' ' Peace on earth. 

The more we do the more we can do; the more busy we are the more 
leisure we have. — Hazlitt. 

Every one who loves you, 
Loves to see you smile, 
Loves to see you cheerful, 
And happy all the while; 
Smiling comes so easy; 
Do not wear a frown; 
If you feel one rising, 
Always smile it down. 



Across the wall at the top of my desk at home hangs a cartoon. It is 
by Raemakers, the Belgian. It depicts Death in the act of proposing a 
toast: "To your health, Civilization." In the bony fingers of the gray- 
robed skeleton is clutched a huge goblet, full of warm red blood, from 
which it drinks. 

I hung the cartoon there in a simple black frame ten years ago be- 
cause I wanted to be reminded each day that it wafl grim truth! God 
knows, it is hideous! 

And so, each day, I have lived with the thought that Raemakers was 
not jesting when he penned this cartoon out of the anguish of his soul 
for his stricken native land. 

It is so easy in these days, at this glad Christmas season, for us to for- 
get and push aside the grim spectre that has hQvered over humanity since 
the dawn of life! But it flaunts in our midst today, and will continue 
to menace our security and our future until we crush it for all time. 

I see the price of war. . . .the dead who have fallen before its with- 
ering blasts. .. .the innocents who have carried its heavy burdens.... 
mothers and wives who have gone down to their graves in bitterness and 
loneliness .... little children who have listened for a father's footstep, 
and heard it not. . . .orphans who have sunk into Starvation's grave. . . . 
families scattered. . . .home nests despoiled. . . .ruin. 

The dogs of war are not dead; they are but resting after their long 
travail. Soon they will come again, they will snarl with the fury of old 
and leap forward to destroy and to maim — the long roll of drums will echo 
back to us again. A beating of drums., .the shrill whistle of the fife. . . . 
the clarion bugles again. Once again we shall hear the measured tramp 
of the feet of our loved ones, and tear-stained faces will press against 
the windows of cottage and palace. . . . 

UNLESS we, the homemakers of the land, set our heads and our hearts 
to the outlawry of war; unless we pull the fangs ,and clip the claws of 
the war dogs; unless we be willing to unite with the civilized world in an 
honest effort to remove this menace from* internatonal thought. But to 
wait, to delay, is fatal. It is too late when War has marshalled its 
legions and is upon us ! Now is the time to make of the Christmas spirit 
a living reality! — Editor of Better Homes. 

To be humble and loving — that is true life. — F. W. Robertson. 




By James Hay Jr., in Asheville Citizen. 

America 's leading indoor sport to- 
day is predicting' when the bottom 
will drop out of tbe "Florida boom." 

It is impossible to enter any club, 
street car, office, drawing-room, cellar, 
aeroplane, cafeteria or submarine 
without being accosted by a prophet- 
ic, paunched and polysyllabic gentle- 
man who, suddenly and mysteriously 
tilled with the acumen, vision and 
wisdom of Ehadamanthus, Justinian, 
Joseph and Gray Gorham, lays a 
heavy hand on your shoulder and 
orates to the wide, wide world: 

"This Florida insanity can't last! 
It 's bubble, bull and bosh. It 's 
hokum and hallucination.. It's fraud, 
fluke and flim-flam. What have they 
got there, I ask you, except climate? 
And where are the people coming 
from to fill all the new hotels they're 
running up overnight down there? 

"Take it from me and save your 
money : the whole business is going' 
to blow up like a toy balloon hit by 
lightning; and the explosion will come 
inside of the next twelve months. 
It's as sure as death and taxes. You 
can't make real money out of sun- 
shine, sand and simps! If you've 
got a lot down there, sell it and take 
the profits now, or your chance is 
gone forever ! ' ' 

All of which is poured forth, with 
prodigious puffings, to the accompani- 
ment of the brandished arm and the 
venomous voice- 

And the individual who talks that 
stuff knows absolutely nothing about 
Florida. When it comes to a ques- 

tion of what is, in fact, going on in 
that amazing State, he is the dot of 
insignificance over the "i" in igno- 

Florida right now is a riproaring, 
uplifting, 24-hour mixture of the best 
features of the flight of the Tartan, 
the crossing of the Red Sea, the Cali- 
fornia gold rush of '49, Babylon in 
all her gilded glory, Athens under 
Pericles, the Chicago World's Fair, 
the capture of Granada, Rome under 
the Caesars, and Pompeii in her pris- 
tine and puissant prime. 

Florida right now is full of men 
who went there dead broke and, hav- 
ing climbed into the upholstered lap 
of plutocratic ease, are putting their 
money back into the development 

Florida right now is crowded, be- 
sieged and overrun by millionaires 
newly arrived there because the op- 
portunities she offers for swift and 
monumental enrichment cause their 
calculating eyes to pop open and their 
closely guarded purses to disgorge to 
the last hoarded dime. 

Florida is every day planning and 
constructing homes, apartment hous- 
es, hotels boardwalks, casinos, sky- 
scraper office buildings, street rail- 
ways, docks, roads and athletic 

The trains going into the State 
are so loaded down with people and 
freight that they run anywhere from 
three to eight hours late, but the 
millions of dollars she wants for in- 
vestment get there on time to the 
fraction of a second, every hour in 



the day and night. 

In addition to the houses, hustle 
and hurry with which she is filled 
from coast to coast, she is long on 
color, brilliance and beauty. With 
all her wizard-like haste in selling 
lots, throwing up islands out of the 
sea and putting new subdivisions on 
the insatiable market, she has taken 
care to import, encourage and em- 
ploy artists and architects. 

Coral Gables, for instance, is a 
dream of loveliness. George Merrick, 
the man who built and owns the town, 
planned it with beauty as his high- 
est ideal. 

Not that money hasn't been lost in 
Florida. To every such miracle of 
wealth and development the crooks 
crowd and the suckers assemble. But 
Florida has waged a mighty war upon 
the grafters and warned the simple- 
tons. In Miami they are asking a 
third or one-half as the first payment 
on property purchased. 

It may very well be true that, with- 
in the next two years, the rash and 
avaricious man in [Wisconsin or 
Maine who sinks his little and only 
■t<]50 in a Florida lot which he has 
never seen and about which he knows 
as much as he does about the realty 
on the moon, may lose his money. 

AY hen he buys, he doesn't know, prob- 
ably, when or how or by whom that 
particular property will be developed. 

Moreover, he doesn't buy with the 
idea of building on the lot or doing 
anything constructive for Florida. 
He is merely hoping that his lot will 
go up in value so fast that he can sell 
it at a big profit before he is called 
on to make the second payment which 
he hasn't got a.nd can't borrow. 

He belongs to the band of shoe- 
string simps who are always trying 
to get something for nothing, a pic- 
turesque impossibility. Such gentry 
are expected to lose and to learn 
nothing from the lesson. 

But the man who buys land in 
Florida to own and to hold for a rise 
caused by the magic development of 
Florida, and the one who buys ground 
on which to put a home or any oth- 
er building — they will not lose in our 
day and generation. 

Florida is the land of everlasting 
summer. That alone insures her 
future. Today, at the very start of 
"the season," she is crowded, with 
hotel space at a premium and count- 
less thousands more of people push- 
ing in. The bottom will drop out of 
the Florida business when you can 
ride the cow that jumped over the 

Or, that men would praise the Lord for His godness, and for His won- 
derful works to the children of men. 




By Archer Wallace. 

Jit the early age of thirteen, Michael Faraday had to face the world with 
one of life's serious handicaps — a lack of education. His father was a 
blacksmith by trade, but owing to ill-health his earning ability was small, and 
as there were no public schools in those days, Michael rarely saw the inside of 
a school. When he became errand-boy in a bookseller's shop he could only 
read with difficulty and what he understood about other subjects was very 
little. This story of his struggle to gain knowledge and what he did with it 
when he got it, is an inspiring story that every boy should read,. 

One day in September. 1701. a boy 
was bora in the hearl of London to 
whom was given the name, Michael 
Faraday. The fathei', Jamese Fara- 
ay, was a blacksmith, but lie was in 
such I ('(Vile health that he coulfl sel- 
dom work for a whole da\ at a time, 
metimi several weel s was 

unable 1<> work al all. This meant 
thai he ami his wi I e and their four 
children had to live mi very little, 
and poverty often stared them in the 

Mich (1 was the third oldest child. 
In those days education was harder 
to L'et than now and raosl of what lie 
learned was secured at home, and as 
neither of his parents had much edu- 
cation, Michael soon had to face the 
world with one of she mosl serious 
of handicaps, an almost total lack of 
education, Near Michael's home was 
a lit lie yard known as Spanish glace; 
here the little fellow spent most of 
his early years playing marbles and 
romping around with other children 
v. ho, like r im: el i', were growing up, 
as most children of the poor did, 
without education, -lames Faraday, 
though pom' and delicate, was a kind 
father and provided for his family 

as well as lie could, and his wife was 
industrious and devoted to her. four 

When he reached the age of twelve 
Michael was apprenticed to a station- 
er and bookbinder named Mr. George 
Riebau. One of- the lad's duties was 
to take around the newspapers which 
his master loaned to customers, and 
'■;\if\' in the day he called for 
them. On Sunday mornings Michael 
delivered these newspapers very early 
and tin n tried I o colli ct them again 
I time, although he did 

do i 1 or some people 

now, I not like to be hur- 
i*i reading their papers. 

[)urin« the r] ivs of his apprentice- 
ship Michael woiked hard and his 
hours wire long, bul he was not un- 
happy, Tor Mr. Riebau, his master, 
was hinder than most employers seem 
to ha\c been in those days. Evident- 
ly hi? parents were pleased with the 
wa\ in which he was getting along, 
for in 18 19 his father wrote : ■ 
• ■ \! iehael is now learning 1 o be a 
bookbinder and stationer, and is 
doing well. Be has been the most, 
pari of lour years out of seven. Fie 
has a good master and mistress and 



he likes bis place well. He had it 
hard for a time at first, but as the 
old saying goes, he has got the head 
above water, and there are two oth- 
er hoys under' him now."* 

Whenever Michael had a spare mo- 
ment at noun or in the evenings, he 
read some of the books that he was 
binding. When he was given the 
.''Encyclopedia Britannica'' to bind 
he eagerly' turned over to the place 
where the subject of electricity was 
treated and read every word. He 
was very much interested in this sub- 
ject and began to make experiments. 
He made a small electrical machine 
and although it cost only a few pen- 
nies, it afforded him endless amuse- 
ment and gave him a start along the 
line where his chief interest lay. 

One day he saw an announcement 
that a Mr. Tatum was to give some 
lectures on natural philosophy at bis 
own home. The charge for admis- 
sion was twenty-five cents. Michael 
was exceedingly anxious to go, but 
he did not have the money. His 
brother, Robert three years older 
than Michael, was so pleased to find 
Michael interested in such a subject 
that he gave him the money, and with 
eager steps Michael sought out Mr. 
Tatum 's home at the appointed time. 
He attended all the lectures and made 
careful notes as the speaker went 

One day a customer at the shop 
where Michael worked asked him to 
attend four lectures by Sir Humphrey 
Davy at the Royal Institution. This 
Avas an unexpected pleasure and 
Michael sat spellbound as the scien- 
tist talked and then made experi- 
ments. One day, soon afterwards, 
he wrote a letter to Sir Humphrey 

Davy, telling his great interest in 
science, and enclosing the notes he 
had made of Sir Humphrey's lec- 
tures. The scientist replied to 
Michael's letter saying that he was 
leaving the city, but would remem- 
ber him when he returned. 

Meanwhile, the lad worked away 
at his experiments, and reading all 
that he could lay his hands on that 
dealt with chemistry and what was 
known then of electricity. He hoped 
that it would be possbile for him to 
get some position that would give him 
more time to follow his beloved stu- 
dies, but nothing offered and very oft- 
en lie spent long hours at the book- 
binder's bench, when in reality his 
thoughts were elsewhere. One might as 
he was preparing for bed a loud knock 
startled him. He look out of the 
window and saw a fine carriage with 
a footman in livery who brought him 
a note from Sir Humphrey Davy who 
wished to see him the following morn- 
ing. We may be sure he slept little 
that night, and early the next day 
hastened to see the great chemist. 
Sir Humphrey offered him a position 
at six dollars a week. It was to help 
in the work of the laboratory gener- 
ally and especially to keep the instru- 
ments clean and move them to and 
from the lecture room. He gladly 
accepted the offer and said good-bye 
to bookbinding. 

This was the turning point in his 
life. He had made such good use 
of his time that he was now fairly 
well educated, and no one to meet 
him would suspect that he had seen 
very little of the inside of a school. 
He joined the City Philosophical So- 
ciety, which met each week, and he 
took a keen interest in all that went 



on in the scientific world. Seven 
months after his engagement in the 
laboratory, Sir Humphrey Davy de- 
cided to travel upon the continent 
and asked Michael Faraday to accom- 
pany him. This was a great oppor- 
tunity for the young assistant; he 
had never been more than a few miles 
away from where he was born and to 
travel in France, Switzerland, Italy 
and Germany was a rare treat and a 
liberal education. 

He made such progress with his 
studies in chemistry that when he 
returned to England he was promoted 
to the position of laboratory assist- 
ant at the Royal Institution, with a 
salary of five hundred dollars a year. 
He delivered a series of six lectures 
before the City Philosophical Society 
on chemistry, which aroused much in- 
terest. He was continually making 
experiments, and in this way he made 
important discoveries. He found out 
that many beliefs regarding electri- 
city were quite wrong and he drew 
attention to them. He Avrote to some 
of the leading scientific magazines 
and soon the English people realized 
that a great scientific authority had 
arisen in their midst. 

For twenty years he lectured at the 
Royal Academy at Woolwich and for 
all these lectures he made most care- 
ful preparation. It was his way nev- 
er to undertake anything unless he 
could do it well, and he even took 
lectures in elocution so that lie could 
make the best use of his voice. He 
delivered a great many lectures to 
boys and girls on scientific subjects 
and he spared himself no pains in 
order to make the subjects clear. 
Young people were naturally attract- 
ed to him and even if they did not 

fully understand all he said, they cer- 
tainly enjoyed seeing him perform 
his experiments. 

He became scientific adviser to the 
government in regard to the erection 
of lighthouses and buoys around the 
dangerous coast of Great Britain, and 
his brilliant lectures on this subject 
drew great crowds to hear him, among 
them Prince Albert, the husband of 
Queen Victoria, and their children. 
He published a book entitled "Ex- 
perimental Researches in Electri- 
city," which established his reputa- 
tion as one of the greatest scientists 
of the world. Concerning this book 
the famous statesman, William E. 
Gladstone, wrote : "It is one of the 
most marvelous monuments of intel- 
lectual work ; one of the rarest trea- 
sure-houses of newly-diseovered 
knowledge, with which the world has 
ever been enriched." 

By this time Michael's mother was 
an old woman, but she was supremely 
happy to know that Michael was so 
much thought of and had become so 
clever. She used to call him "My 
Michael," and she so idolized him 
that Michael, who was now married, 
said to his wife one day, "Please 
do not tell my mother of any honors 
conferred upon me because it is not 
good for her. ' ' However, no doubt 
in his heart, Michael was glad that 
he had lived to make his hard-work- 
ing mother comfortable. 

Honors followed in quick succes- 
sion. He was made a Fellow of the 
Royal Society, a degree conferred 
only upon very distinguished men; 
the Cambridge Philosophical Society, 
the Institution of Civil Engineers, 
the Institution of British Architects 
and several leading associations of 



Scotland made him an honorary mem- 
ber. In addition to this he receiv- 
ed signal honors from similar asso- 
ciations in St. Petersburg, Copen- 
hagen, Berlin, Stockholm, Lisbon, 
Frankfort, Boston, Philadelphia and 
many other places. His important 
discoveries set many other men think- 
ing, and it is safe to say that scores 
of inventions' by other men were due 
in the first place to Michael Fara- 
day's discoveries. 

The British government conferred 

upon him a pension of three hundred 
pounds a year for life, which, while 
it was not large, relieved him from 
anxiety over money matters. To the 
end of his life he lived very simply. 
He was a man of deep religious 
character and very often preached on 
the Sabbath with quite as much en- 
thusiasm as he taught science during 
the Aveek. From being a bookbinder's 
errand boy with little or no educa- 
tion, he rose to be one of the greatest 
and most honored men of his time. 


Do you know that the use of butter, cream, whole milk, eggs, carrots 
and greens such as lettuce, tomatoes, cabbage, etc., prevent eye disease, 
stunted growth, and mal-nutrition ? All foods that prevent these diseases 
contain Vitamin "A." 

There are three other Vitamins of which I will tell you. Vitamin "B" 
is contained in these foods: Milk, egg yolk, bran, nuts, whole grains, 
yeast products and vegetables, and are the foods that prevent polyneuritis, 
nervousness, and loss of appetite. 

Vitamin "C" is found in uncooked foods such as lettuce, tomatoes, 
cabbage, oranges, lemons, apples and grapefruit. Thsse prevent scurvy, 
decayed teeth and sore joints.' 

Foods ,as greens and cod liver oil provides Vitamin "D" which pre- 
vents poor teeth, and bones, rickets and stunted growth. 

Each person should eat food which contain these Vitamins every day. 
Did you notice that milk contains three vitamins and eggs contain two. 
but that green vegetables contain all four. Potatoes usually lack them 
all. j i 




(Quoted from The Stars and Stripes, the official newspaper of the A. E. F.) 

Early on the morning of November 
13 from the wireless station on the 
Eiffel Tower in Paris there had gone 
forth through the air to the wonder- 
ing, half-inexeduloiis line that the 
Americans held from near Sedan to 
the Moselle the order from Marshal 
Foch to cease firing on the stroke of 

All along' the seventy-seven miles 
held by the Americans the firing con- 
tinued, literally, until the eleventh 
hour. At one minute before eleven, 
when a million eyes were glued to the 
slow creeping minute hands of a mil- 
lion watches, the roar of the guns 
was a thing to make the old earth 
tremble. At one point — it was where 
the Yankee Division visiting, at the 
time, with the French Corps was 
having a brisk morning battle to the 
east of the Meuse — a man sationed 
at one battery stood with a handker- 
chief in his uplifted hand, his eyes 
fixed on his watch. It was one min- 
ute before eleven. To the lanyards 
of the four big gun copes were tied, 
each rope manned by 200 soldier, 
cooks, stragglers, messengers, gun- 
ners, everybody. At eleven the hand- 
kerchief fell, the men polled, the guns 
cursed out the last shol of the bat- 

There followed then a strange, un- 
believable silence as though the world 
had died. It lasted but a moment, 
lasted for the space the breath is 
held. Then came such an uproar for 
relief and jubilance, such a tooting 

of horns, shrieking of whistles, such 
aii overture from the bands and trains 
and church bells, such a shouting of 
voices as the earth is not likely to 
hear again in our day ami genera- 

When night fell on the battlefield, 
the clamor of the celebration waxed 
rather than waned. Darkness? There 
was none. Rockets in a ceaseless 
fountain of star shells made the lines 
a streak of glorious brilliance across 
the lace of startled France, while, 
by the light of fires, the front in all 
its dancing, boasting, singing peoples 
was as clearly visible as though the 
sun sat high in the heavens. 

The news that the Armistice had 
been signed had begun to spread 
across the front shortly after the sun 
rose. There had been more or less 
of an effort to send it forward only 
through military channels; but it 
had not worked very well. The word 
hail been sped on the kind of wire- 
I that man knew many centuries 

re Marconi came on earth. It 
. I spread like a current of elec- 
tricity along the shivery mess lines, 
hopping up and down and stuffing 
as they waited lor the morning cof- 
fee. It had spread along the chains 
of singing road menders, a Ion- the 
creeping columns of camions. Driver 
had called it to driver, and runners 
had passed the word over their 
shoulders as they hurried by, hearing 
the news. 

Probably he hardest fighting being 



done by any Americans in the final 
hour was that which engaged the 
troops of the 28th, 92nd, 81st, and 
7th Divisions with the Second Ameri- 
can Army, who launched a fire-eating 
attack above Vigneulles just at dawn 
on the eleventh. It was no mild 
thing, 'that last flare of the battle; 
and an order to cease firing did not 
reach the men in the front lines un- 
til the last moment when runners 
sped with it from fox hole to fox 

Then a quite startling thing occur- 
red. The skyline of the crest ahead 
of them grow suddenly populous with 
dancing soldiers, and down the slope 
all the way to the barbed wire, straight 
for the Americans, came the German 
troops. They came with outstretch- 

ed hands, ear-to-ear grims, and souve- 
nirs to swap for cigarettes, so well 
did they know the little weakness of 
their foe. 

Meanwhile, on the roads below, the 
Engineers were working with a will. 
No time to celebrate, for the roads 
must be kept in shape. Here and 
there across the devasted land you 
could hear them bursting into song. 
And the burden of all their songs was 
this : 
"It's home, boys, home. It's home 

we ought to be — 
Home, hoys, home in the land of lib- 
So came to an end the 11th day 
of November, 1918 — the 585th day 
since America entered the War. 


By Dr. J. 

Last week I talked to a human gar- 
bage can. I make the statement with 

His outlook on life is this: ' ' Ev- 
erybody has his price. Honesty is 
only fear and caution. The church 
is a menagerie of hypocrites. Young 
people are rotten. Women are fool- 
ish and growing worse every day. 
The priests and the preachers are 
only after the money. Everything is 
a sham, and what's everything? 

Many things he said I would not 
be allowed to print. 

He is an unhappy man. well on in 
years, who has filled his soul so full 
of foulness that when he looks at 
others, he sees only the soured gar- 
bage inside his own mind. I feel sure 

W. Holland. 

that had we the eyes of Omniscience 
we would see that this man really is 
what he thinks others to be. 
' After getting rid of him I called to 
see a dear little lady who is 92 years 
old. She -has been a Christian since 
she was 11. You can figure it up for 

I sat beside her bed, and she talk- 
ed of her life, especially of her child- 

Her outlook on life is this: "There 
are so many good people in the 
world. Heaven has been kind to me. 
1 have had so much more sunshine 
in my long life than shadow. The 
girls now are just as good as we used 
to he years ago. The church is more 
awake to the social needs of men. I 
feel sure that the world is better 



now than ever before, for the differ- 
ent brands of Christians love one an- 
other more." 

These two people live under the 
same stars, and walk the same earth, 
but they live in totally different 
worlds. Each one has made his own 

You and I are doing the same 
thing. The color of a man's moral 
Avorld is the hue of his own conduct. 
Whoever lives questionably will soon 
question the honor of others. He 
whose life is sincere and true will 
see the same thing in his neighbors. 

I will stake my soul on the phi- 
losophy and religion of the little old 
lady. I refuse to doubt the honesty 
of other men. I believe that most 

women are pure and good. I am will- 
ing to believe that many politicians 
make the attempt at honesty. I will 
not make my mind a receptacle for 
filth. I will not dwell upon the weak- 
nesses and faults and sins of my 
fellowmen. I will not put on dark 
glasses and then curse the smoky 

The little lod Christian lady is 

The wisest and best of men said, 
"Blessed are the pure in heart, for 
they shall see God.'' He did not 
state the opposite truth, but it is 
equally true, "Cursed are the im- 
pure in heart, for they shall see only 
evil. ' ' 


(Quoted from the War Address of President Wilson, 1917.) 

We are now about to accept the 
gage of battle with this natural foe 
to liberty, and shall, if necessary, 
spend the whole force of the Nation 
to check and nullify its pretensions 
ami its power. We are glad, now 
that we see the facts with no veil 
of false pretense about them, to fight 
thus for the ultimate peace of the 
world and for the liberation of its 
peoples, the German people included; 
for the rights of nations great and 
small and the privilege of men every- 
where to choose their way of life and 
of obedience. The world must be 
made safe for democracy. Its peace 
must be planted upon the trusted 
foundation of political liberty. 

"We have no selfish ends to serve. 
We desire no conquest, no dominion. 
We seek no indemnities for ourselves, 

no material compensation for the 
sacrifices we shall freely make. We 
are but one of the champions of the 
rights of mankind. 

"To such a task we can dedicate 
our lives and our fortunes, every- 
thing that Ave are and everything that 
Ave have, with the pride of those who 
know that the day has come when 
America is privileged to spend her 
blood and her might for the principles 
that gave her birth and happiness 
and the peace which she has treasur- 
ed. God helping her, she can do no 

— WooclroAV Wilson addressed the 
above Avords to our nation and the 
world in the War Message delivered 
before a joint session of the tAvo 
houses of Congress on the evening of 



April 2, 1917. Whether the high ob- 
jects with which the Nation entered 
the Great War, were achieved, or 
were cast from us and forgotten, it 
is yet too early in the subsequent 
history of the world to say. As the 
malignant emotions of the Avar sub- 

side, and as events test the settle- 
ments of the peace, the real mean- 
ing of that great sacrifice is being 
learned, and we have faith that the 
ultimate peace will be a lasting vic- 
tory for all peoples. 

"Always be careful. Carelessness can do more harm in a minute 
than carefulness can restore in a month. ' ' 


Questionnaires and intelligence 
tests, says the Winston-Salem Journ- 
al, are becoming as familiar as au- 
tumn leaves. But the Journal has 
discovered a new test sent out by a 
University of Chicago professor, who 
aifirms that you are educated if you 
can answer all of the following ques- 
tions in the affirmative, and you grade 
yourself on your answers : 

1. Has your education given sym- 
pathy with all causes and made you 
espouse them? 

2. Has it made you public spirit- 

3. Has it made you a brother to 
the weak? 

4. Have you learned how to make 
friends and keep them? 

5. Do you know what it is to be 
a friend yourself? 

6. Can you look an honest man 
or a pure Avoman straight in the eye? 

i . Do you see anything to love in 
a little child? 

8. Will a lonely dog folloAv you in 
the street. 

9. Can you be high-minded and 
happy in the meaner drudgeries of 

10. Do you think washing dishes 
and hoeing corn just as compatible 
with high thinking as piano playing 
or golf? 

11. Are you good for anything to 
yourself? Can you be happy alone? 

12. Can you look out into the 
AA T orld and see anything except dollars 
and cents ? 

13. Can you look into the mud 
puddle by the wayside and see any- 
thing in the mud puddle but mud? 

11. Can you look into the sky at 
night and see beyond the stars? Can 
your soul claim relationship Avith the 
Creator ? 

"A word spoken pleasantly falls like a large spot of sunshine on a sad 
and weary heart." 




By Anne Guilbert Mahon. 

Some people there are Avho con- 
sider parrots annoynig. Doubtless, 
their voices are sometimes harsh and 
screechy, and their monotonous way 
of repeating words and phrases at 
times ' ' gets on one 's nerves ; ' ' but 
the fact remains that they are a most 
interesting, curious and wonderful 
species of birds. 

The parrot family is a large one, 
numbering about 500 varieties, from 
the large, brilliant-hued macaw, some 
of which measure as much as three 
feet, down through the cockatoo and 
parrakeet families to the tiny love- 
birds, no bigger than ordinary spar- 
rows. From many countries they 
come: Africa, Australia, Asia, and 
our own America,. Oi>e interested 
in the parrot family can find lots of 
material for study in the city 
"zoos," or even in bird stores; and 
there are a number of interesting 
books on the subject. 

Each family of parrots have their 
different characteristics. The mac- 
aws live in large flocks in Central 
and South America. They are noted 
for the wonderful colors of their 
plumage, outrivaling the tropical 
vegetation with which they are sur- 
rounded in their native state. There 
are red and blue macaws, red and 
green, blue and yellow, and a num- 
ber of other types. Their voices are 
loud and harsh. Seldom are they 
taught to talk intelligently, but they 
scream incessantly and sometimes bite 
unexpectedly. They can be bought for 
from ten to fifteen dollars apiece in 
the New York stores, the Director 

of the New York Zoological Park, 
Dr. William T. Hornaday, tells us 
in his book, ' ' The American Nat- 
ural History. ' ' 

The cockatoos come largely from 
Australia, most of them being snowy 
white. There are the slender-billed 
cockatoo, the roseate cockatoo, red- 
vented cockatoo, great white-breast- 
ed and rosecrested, and many other 
varieties. When they congregate in 
large Hocks, their appearance is des- 
cribed as singularly beautiful, and 
their movements very peaceful. They 
are said to talk "with ease," and 
often live to a great age. Our 
cockatoo which died not long- 
ago in the Philadelphia Zoo, was 
known to be at least ninety years 
old. One authority states that some 
paorrts live to be nearly one hun- 
dred; another gives the average age 
as sixty years, so that the span of 
their lifetime closely approximates 
that of man. 

The parrakeet is a small bird, not 
mmdi larger than 12 inches — one- 
half of which is its tail. There is 
also great variety in this family: the 
Rosehill parrakeet, the pale-headed 
parrakeet, the black-tailed, and 
others. There is a zebra or grass 
parrakeet which comes from Aus- 
tralia. This bird is very small, of 
a. green color striped with yellowish 
white lines bordered with black. 
This variegated coat makes it hard 
to distinguish from the grass in 
which it is usually found. There 
are also the ringnecked parra- 
keet, the blue-streaked lory, violet- 



necked lory, and other graceful and 
beautiful birds which come from 
India and Asiatic Islands. 

The parrot family which furnish, 
perhaps, the best talkers, arc the 
gray parrots from Wiest Africa ami 
the green parrots from South Amer- 
ica. Of these, I be gray parrot seems 
to lie most notable. Parrots of these 
varieties retail Prom ten to lift ecu 
dollars apiece) ;in New York bird 
stores, Doctor Hornaday tells us. 

The parrot appears in history, as 
if was first brought into Europe at 
Koine's luxury-loving period. They 
were considered great pets, also 
delicacies lor the table of the epi- 
cureans of that day. It is also 
stated that the parrakeet was firsi 
brought to Europe by some members 
of Alexander the Great's expedition 
to Tndia. This was claimed to be 
the first of the parrot tribe known to 
the Greeks and the Romans- 

The strangest feature, however of 
the parrot family is its unusual imi- 
tation and possession of human 
characteristics. Besides acquiring 
the power of speech, the birds axe 
known to possess many human 
traits. They are the only members 
of the bird family which cat their 
food from their claws. 

The. mischief-loving propensities 
and trickery of parrots are well 
known, ami have been featured in 
many a story; but they are also do- 
cile and obedient, apt to learn, prone 
to remember, even to show associa- 
tion of ideas. Parrots love and hate. 
They are affectionate and docile, yet 
they can be jealous and sometimes 
vindictive. They show sympathy 
and sorrow. Sometimes their chat- 
ter seems meaningless. At other 

times it is startling in its almost hu- 
man understanding. 

Parrots have been the means of 
warning people and procuring their 
rescue when in danger. A newspa- 
per reported only I he other day the 
case of a woman who had fallen in- 
to the water and was drowning. No 
one saw her, but the parrot's scream 
of "Kelp, Help!'' brought a rescue 
just in time. Another case reported 
wa> that of a bedridden invalid alone 
in her apartment with her pet parrot. 
The hoes,, caught fire, but she was 
too weak to attract attention. Had 
it not been for the pet parrot scream- 
ing', ''Fire, Fire!" and directing the 
firemen to her aid, the woman would 
have perished. 

That parrots are remarkable for 
their intelligence and the exhibition 
of human traits, is established by 
George J Romanes, in his interest- 
ing book, "Animal Intelligence." 
That a parrot can exhibit sympathy 
he proves in a ease which be cites 
A maid in the family had a sore fin- 
ger. The bird showed its sympathy 
by "never leaving her sick room, and 
groaning as if itself in pain." As 
soon as the maid recovered, the bird 
grew cheerful again. 

The same parrot manifested the 
power of association of ideas. He 
would ask himself for his own claw, 
holding it out as he did when others 
asked him to do so. This, Doctor 
Romanes states, came from the bird's 
associating the words and the gesture. 

Another parrot showed the sense 
of association strongly developed. 
If it repeated one word picked up 
at a former home, it would instantly, 
repeat all the other words and 
phrases acquired at the same place 



and period- 
Parrots not only rememberj but 
they recollect, states Doctor Romanes 
He cites the case of a parrot that 
would recite, "Old Dan Tucker." It 
"would remember the beginning and 
the end, then try to recollect the 
middle. It would begin slowly, "Old 
— old — old" (then very quickly) 
"Lucy Tucker." Feeling that this 
was not right, it would try again, 
' ' Old— old— old— Bessy Tucker. ' ' On 
this plan it would substitute one word 
for another, striving for the desired 
one. If, while he was trying to re- 
collect, someone suggested "Dan," 
immediately the bird supplied the 
word, "Tucker." 

That parrots are capable of strong 
affection is evidenced not only by 
the devotion of the little love-birds 
for each other, but by the affection 
manifested by the larger variety of 
gray and green parrots. 

An entertaining story of two par- 
rots is told by a writer in the Nation- 
al Humane RevieAv, showing their al- 
most human characteristics. One of 
these birds, "Old Man Polly," was 
so affected by a certain disease that 
its owner sent to the Humane So- 
ciety for someone to chloroform it. 
When the society's officer arrived, 
she found the bird such a fine one 
that she hated to kill it. Sitting 
down by the cage she asked it, 
' ' Polly, do you want to die ? ' ' Im- 
mediately the bird answered, "No, 
no, no, ' ' then began calling, ' ' Fred, 
George, Brother, Mama — No, no, 
no," The owner asked if the lady 
would accept the parrot as a gift, 
whereupon the agent of the Humane 
Society took the bird to her own 
home. Its ailment was caused by 

improper feeding, so with care and 
good nursing, the bird recovered, and 
is now a cherished member of the 

The other parot told about by this 
writer (H. H. Jacobs) is "a small 
green bird with a pretty red head," 
known as "Polly Shannon." At 
the death of her former mistress, 
Mrs. Shannon, a well-known worker 
for the humane cause in Kansas, 
"Little Polly Shannon" came to live 
with the society worker. At first 
she grieved sincerely for her lost 
mistress, and the writer states, "Par- 
rots do not divide their affection;" 
but when she realized that Mrs. Shan- 
non did not return, she "transferred 
her love" to her present owners. 

Both birds are great talkers, ac- 
cording to the account, although 
"Old Man Polly" has much the 
larger vocabulary. Pie knows the 
name of every child on the street. 
At curfew time, when the mothers 
are calling the children, Polly calls, 
too, imitating first one mother, then 
another. At the end he says, "Is 
that all? Is that all?" 

That parrots do understand and 
seem to reason things out, is evident 
from their answers to questions. One 
afternoon "Old Man Polly's" own- 
er came home and said, "Where's 
Sarah? Polly replied instantly, 
"Sarah — goody-bye!" Sure enough, 
' ' Sarah ' ' was away from home. 

"Polly Shannon" sings. She en- 
joys it immensely, her owner states, 
and while she sings she "rocks her 
little body back and forth." One 
piece in her repertoire is, "How are 
you going to keep 'em down on the 
farm?" She repeats the "keep 
'em" many times, "laughing over 



it until she can sing no more." 

"They are weird, loveable little 
beings," the writer concludes. 
"Their talk is not mere chatter, but 
they saAv Avorcls understandingly. 
They are very affectionate and very 
sensitive. They need much care as to 
feeding and cleanliness. We cannot 
pass them by — they do need us." 

That parrots are fond of music is 
claimed b} r Doctor Romanes, which 
fact, he says, is evidenced by. the 
"'delight" they take "in hearing a 
piano played or a girl sing." 

There are many more interesting 
stories illustrating the intelligence 
of the parrot; but I will cite just 
one more, to evidence the spirit of 
vindictiveness as displayed by a pet 

A correspondent wrote Doctor 
Romanes that one day the cat and 
parrot had a quarrel. ' ' I think the 
cat had upset Polly's food or some- 
thing of that kind; however, they 

seemed all right again." About an 
hour after that Polly was standing 
on the edge of the table. In a tone 
of "extreme affection" she called, 
"Puss, Puss, come then — come then, 
Pussy." All unsuspectingly,, the cat 
came to Polly and looked up at her. 
With her beak Polly "seized a basin 
of milk standing by, and tipped the 
basin and all its contents over the 
cat; then chuckled diabolically, of 
course broke the basin, and half 
drowned the cat. 

From these instances and from our 
own observation, we see that these 
"weird little creatures" are very 
human, after all — possessing many 
traits in common with mankind. A 
study of their characteristics and 
habits is most enlightening, and can- 
not fail to be profitable to nature 
lovers and all others who seek to 
know more about this Avonderful 
Avorld God has created and its man} 7 
and varied inhabitants. 


A drunkard Avas one day stagger- 
ing in drink on the brink of the sea. 
His little son by him, three years of 
age being very hungry, solicited him 
for something to eat. The miser- 
able father conscious of his poverty 
and of the criminal cause of it, in a 
kind of rage, occasioned by his intem- 
perance and despair, hurled the little 
innocent into the sea, and made off 
AA'ith himself. The poor little suffer- 
er, finding a floating plank by his 
side on the water clung to it. The 
wind soon wafted him and the plank 
into the sea. 

A British man-of-Avar, passing by, 

discovered the plank and child; and 
a sailor, at the risk of his own life, 
plunged into the sea, and brought 
him on board. He could inform them 
little more than that his name Avas 
Jack. They gaA*e him the name of 
Poor Jack. He grew up on board 
that man-of-war, behaved well, and 
gained the love of all the officers and 
men. He became an officer of the 
sick and Wounded department. Dur- 
ing a battle, an aged man came un- 
der his care, nearly in a dying state. 
He Avas all attention to the suffering 
stranger, but could not save his life. 
The aaed stranger Avas dA'in«', and 


thus addressed this kind officer: "For The young officer inquired of him 

the great attention you have shown the time and place, and found here 

me, 1 give you this only treasure that was his own history. Reader, judge 

I am possessed of (presenting him it' you can, of his feelings, to fecog- 

with a Bible bearing the stamp of the nize in the dying old man, his father 

British and Foreign Bible Society.) dying a penitent under his care; And 

It was given me by a lady; has been judge of the feelings of a dying peni- 

the means of my conversion; and has tent, to find that the same stranger 

been a great comfort to me. was his son — the very son whoni he 

Read it,, it will lead you in the way plunged into the sea; and had no idea 

you should go." He went on to eon- but that he had immediately perish-' 

fess the wickedness and profligacy ed ! A description of their mutual 

of his life, before the reception of feelings will not be attempted. The 

his Bible; and among oilier enormi- old man soon expired in the son's 

ties, how he once cast a little son arms. The latter left the service and 

three years old, into the sea, because became a pious preacher of the Gos- 

iie cried to him For food! pel. 


It is not true that all young people "Boys who smoke cigarettes are like 

who smoke cogarettes are criminals, wormy apples; they drop long before 

but it is true that nearly all crimi- harvest-time. ' ' 

nals among young people do smoke Luther Burbank. " Xo boy would 
cigarettes. Nicotine destroys the commence the use of cigarettes if he 
nerve forces upon which character knew what a useless, soulless, worth- 
is built. The first noticeable result less thing they would make of him." 
of cigarette smoking by a young per- Frank W. Gunsaulus said, ''I do 
son is moral. The poisons of tobacco not believe there is an agency more 
create a partial brain paralysis that destructive of soul, mind and body, 
makes the victim regard with indif- or more subversive of good morals 
ference the finer moral distinctions. then the cigarette. The tight against 
There develops a feeling of uncon- the cigarette is a fight for civiliza- 
cei'n about most of the things that tion." 

really matter. Such a person does Henry Ford says, "You will find 

not know that he is losim,; his moral that almost any criminal is a cigar- 

eharacter and it is almost impossible ette smoker. Boys, through cigar- 

to convince him of the fact. He ettes, train with bad company. They 

simply loses the power to eompre- go with other smokers to poolrooms 

hend such things. and saloons. The cigarette drags 

Bob Burdette said, "A boy who them down.'-' 

smokes cigarettes is like a cipher Thomas A. Edison says, "I em- 

with (he rim knocked off." p'". v no person who smokes cigar- 

Presidenl David Starr Jordan said. ettes." 


Judge Griffin, of the Tacoma City 
Court, said: "A growing boy can't 
smoke cigarettes without warping his 
moral nature, and it is a fact that 
nine-tenths of the young cigarette 
smokers will steal. Cigarettes cause 
a boy to lose all self-respect, to be- 

come listless, shiftless and less am- 
bitious and start him on the road to 
the reform school or State prison.'' 

These are all men who do not make 
rash statements. J. Sherman Wal- 
lace in Young People. 



A giant gobbler which weighed 
fifty-four pounds, dressed, was the 
outstanding member of the Hock of 
turkeys which have been handled by 
the Roberts Street warehouse of the 
Farmers ' Federation during the pie- 
Thanksgiving season. They were all 
native birds, most of them raised on 
Buncombe County farms, and at 
dressed weight value represented 
about ten thousand dollars. 

These are statistics and mere fig- 
ures do not mean much to folks — 
they understand comparisons better, 
and so realizing this Manager Ther- 
on Holcome of the Federation used 
these facts to paint a picure which 
any child can understand. It sIioavs 
all these turkeys combined into one 
gigantic bird weighing 15,000 pounds. 

Gigantic? Why it is colossal, stu- 
pendous, tremendous. It stands as- 


tride Pack Square with one foot at 
the postoffice and the other at the 
courthouse, and its housesize head 
is three thousand feet in air. Its 
eyes are as large as hogsheads and 
the Yanee monument does not reach 
its knees. 

When the turkey gobbles its com- 
positive gobble people as far distant 
as Brevard would fear that the moun- 
tains had fallen down, Fairview folks 
would be convinced Old Rumbling 
Bald was about to make good its 
volcano threat, and the superstitious 
would be sure it was Gabriel's trump 
they heard. The feathers of this 
bird would make a pillow as large 
as the Yanderbilt hotel. 

Oh yes, the Farmers' Federation 
does quite a busines in turkeys as 
well as other farm products. 


By Stanley Armstrong. 

. The Thanksgiving Day rabbit hunt 
resulted in ',the capture of thirty 

and cleaned up the leaves about the 
institution last Saturday morn- 

A number of boys under the di- Roby Mullis, Paul Funderburk, 

rection of Mr. Richard Walker, raked Claiborne Gilbert and Johnny Wright, 



former boys at the J. T. S., were about Thanksgiving Day. Whitlock 
present at the institution Thanks- Pridgen recited the President's 
giving Day. Thanksgiving Proclamation. 

Claude Dunn, member of the sixth 
cottage, received his parole last Fri- 

Mr. C. B. Barber, officer of the 
second cottage, purchased a new Ford 
roadster last week. 

We are all glad to know that Mrs. 
Chas. E. Boger has returned from 
the Charlotte Sanatorium. 

A large number of trees were set 
out by the work force during the 
past week. 

A barbecue dinner was held at the 
ball ground last Thursday afternoon. 
All the boys enjoyed this. 

Mr. and Mrs. Frank Morris had 
charge of the fifth cottage, during the 
absence of Mr. and Mrs. Alf Carri- 

Thanksgiving Day has come and 
gone, but still there is another holi- 
day clinging close by, and that hap- 
pens to be Christmas. All the boys 
are looking forward to it. 

Mr. and Mrs. J. M. Day, former 
officer and matron at the institution, 
were here during the past week. All 
the boys were glad 'to see them. 
While Mr. Day was here, he had 
charge of the carpenter shop. 

Rev. L. A. Thomas conducted the 
services in the auditorium last Thurs- 
day morning. He talked chiefly 

Claude Evans and Jack Wilson, 
members of the twelfth and eleventh 
cottages, have returned to the insti- 
tution, after spending a few days 
with their .people in Greensboro and 

Rev. T. L. Higgins pastor of the 
Forest Hill Methodist Church of Con- 
cord, conducted the services in the 
auditorium last Sunday afternoon. 
He read from John 13 chapter. His 
text was "I am the vine and ye are 
the branches." Rev. Hig»ins preach- 
ed a very interesting sermon every- 
one present enjoyed it. 

The basketball season opened up 
last Saturday, with the Training 
School winning the first game from 
the White Hall School boys by a 
score of 8 to 5. Doy Hagwood prov- 
ed a hero of the game, shooting all 
the goals. The team that played last 
Saturday, consisted of : James Long, 
Alwyn Shinn, William Case, Valton 
Lee, Doy Hagwood and Howard 

Messrs. T. L. Grier and Frank 
Lisk, who had been saving up marbles 
to scatter out to the boys, did so on 
Thursday afternoon. A race was 
held and a prize of five hundred 
marbles was given to the winner, 
two hundred and fifty for the second 
one and one hundred for the third. 
The boys winning first prizes were: 
Andrew Bivens, Valton Lee, James 
Long and Clinton Floyd. After the 
races, a large number of marbles 



Avere scrambled among the boj's, and 
some of the boys came out with a 
pretty good bunch of them. 

We are very grateful to the Uni- 
versal Film Exchange, of Charlotte, 
for letting us have a picture to be 
shown on last Saturday night. After 
the picture show, The Mooresville 
String Band, under the direction of 
Prof. Frank Williams, gave a short 
concert. The band consisted of 3 

violins, 1 guitar, 1 banjo, 1 piano 
and a trap drum. The banjo player 
pulled a number of tricks with his 
banjo. Also Prof. Williams pulled 
a number of tricks with his violin, 
which consisted of playing on his 
head, under his legs, on his back, etc. 
He also made the violin sound like 
a quartet of violins Avere playing. 
Everyone present enjoyed this pro- 
gram, and Ave Avish that they would 
come again, and that right soon. 


Room No. 1. 
Brevard BradshaAv, HoAA'ard Cloan- 
inger, Jno. Keenan, Valton Lee, Chas. 
Loggins, Lee McBride, Cucell Wat- 
kins, Herman Goodman, Elwyn 
Green, HoAvard Keller, Hallie Mat- 
thews, Wm. Miller, Mack Wentz. 
Isaac Anderson Russell BoAvden, 
Wm Creaseman, Fleming Floyd, 
Albert Johnson, Whitlock Pridgen, 
Hurley Way, Bill Case, Doy Hag- 
Avood, Floyd McArthur, Richard 
Meekins, Louie Pate, Wassington 
Pickett, Aubrey Weaver. 
Room No. 2. 
Jno. Boyd, James Beddingfield, 
Harvey Cook, Ed. Crenshaw, Dave 
Driver, Walter Evers, Jno. Faggart, 
Arthur Hyler, Geo. McCone, Brant- 
ley Pridgen, Clyde Peterson, Wirron 
Terry, Bruce Bennett, Brevard Mc- 

Jeff Blizzard, Paul Camp, Buford 
Carter, Frank Hill, Paul Hager, 

Robt. McDaniel, Sol. Thompson, New- 
ton Watkins, Earl Wade, Nolan 
Woodford, Walter Williams, William 
Beaman, Lester BoAven, Bill Billings, 
Russell Capps, Len> Floyd, James 
Long, Wenton .Matthews, Alfred 
Mayberry, Neil Page, Fred Williams, 
Jno. Kivett, Henry Jackson, Paul 
Lanier, Sylvo Smith. 

Room No. 3. 
Russell Caudill, Delmas Stanley, 
John Creech, Pierson Hunsucker, 
Hunter Cline, Joseph Johnston, D. 
Nethercut, Lon McGee, Lum McGee, 
Herbert Floyd, Tom Grose, Sam Pop- 
lin, Clyde Smith. 

Jack Wilson, Chas. Carter, Mack 
Henderson, W. Harper, Bloyce John- 

Room No. 4. 
.Calvin Hensley, Broncho OAvens, 
Paul Sisk, Jack SteA^enson, LaAvson 
Beasley, Virgil Shipes, Hoyle Aus- 
tin, Albert Smith, William Wofford, 
Theodore Teasue, George Lewis, John 



Taylor, Ocil Trull, Dan Albarty, 
Hewitt Collier, Marvin Kelly, Clay 
Church, Clarence Rogers, James Dav- 


Harold Ford, Clarence Withers, 
Lemuel Lane, Maston Britt, William 
Rivenbark, Floyd Stantley, Roy 
Houser, Lionel Mc Mahan, Thurman 
Saunders, Roy Glover, Guy Haddock, 
Elias Warren, Bowling Byrd, Rex 
Allen, Ralph Wright, William Dun- 
lap, Jack Thompson, Clarence Bal- 

Room No. 5. 
" A " 

Chas- Beaver, Eldon Dehart, Ben- 
nie Moore, Wendall Ramsey, Willie 
Shaw, Howard Riddle, Aaron Davis, 
Fessie Massey, Alen Cabe, Charlie 
Norton, Gerneyi Taylor, Herbert 
Campbell, Arnold Cecil, Lester Whit- 
acker, James Williams, Wannie Fink, 
Claude Wilson, Paul Sap, Elberl 

Stansbury, Hazel Robbins, Miller 
Leonard, Robert Hayes, Hallie Brad- 
ley, Reggie Payne, Lee King, Ray 
Brown, Colon Clapp, Earl Edwards, 
Andrew Parker, Karl Mayneld. 
Earl Torrence, Al Pettigrew, Thedore 
Coleman, Carl Ballard, Otis Floyd, 
Turner Preddy, Ben Cook, Elmer 
Moone.y, Chas. Carter, James Long, 
Marshal Weaver, Roller! Cooper, 
Burton Emory, Dud Ellis, David 
Whitacher, Myron Tomison, Tom 
Tedder, Norman Beck, Niclo Bristow, 
George Bristow, J. 1). Sprinkle. 
Conley Aumond, Chas. Huggins, 
Chas. Taut, Fuller Moore, Waldo 
Moore, Roscoe Franklin, Levy Em- 
mill, Robert Chat ten, Tom Parsons, 
Hays Crary, Claude Whitaker, E. L. 
Berdou, Amos Ramsey, Ralph Cliu- 
arcl, Robert Sprinkle, Ray Brown, 
Luther Perry. 

"We had three school trucks in 1916 and there are 2,500 in operation 
this year," said State Superintendent A. T. Allen, yesterday. He was 
thinking of the big development because of his interest in the growth of 
the elementary schools. 

"I find that the development^ of improved schools comes about large- 
ly by what you might call integration," he explained, "or perhaps you 
would call it by example. When one school is established in a county 
there are sure to be others. This is the most encouraging thing about 
the school situation in this State. When our people see for them- 
selves the advantages of consolidated schools, they do not stop to count 
the cost.- — News & Observer. 



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RAMBLING AROUND Old Hurrygraph 8 

FOR TOWN PEOPLE ONLY Albemarle News-Herald 11 


Presbyterian Standard 13 


Archer Wallace 14 




PIZARRO THE ADVENTURER 1470-1521 A. C. Crews 22 

A LONG ROAD YET The Citizen 26" 


INSTITUTION NOTES Stanley Armstrong 29 

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School. Type-setting by the Boys Printing Class. Subscription 

Two Dollars the Year in Advance 

JAMES P. COOK, Editor, J. C. FISHER, Director Printing Department 

Entered as second-class matter Dec 4, 1920, at the Post Office at Concord, 
N. C, under act of March 3, 1879. Acceptance for mailing at special rate 
of 4, 1923. 

The Present, the Present is all thou hast 

For thy sure possessing; 
Let the patriarch's angel hold it fast 

Till it gives its blessing. 

— Whittier. 


The Committee, selected by the Mass Meeting of citizens of Cabarrus, to 
work out plans and methods of building- a public hospital for Cabarrus coun- 
ty, met on the 5th organized. This organization is as follows: Mr. Chas. 
A. Cannon, Chairman; Mr. G. L. Patterson, Yice-Chairman : Dr. T. N. Spencer, 
seceretary; and Mrs. H. S. Williams, Treasurer. 

A number of expressions, favoring an active effort to secure said hospital, 
were made by Dr. J. C. Rowan, Messrs. D. B. Coltrane, G-. L. Patterson, H. I. 
Woodhouse, W. R. Odell, J. P. Cook, and Madames H. S. Williams and G. 
M. Cress. 

A Committee was appointed to whip into shape a proper petition to present 
to the County Commissioners, calling for an election on a bond issue to pro- 
vide for the building of this much needed institution in the county. 

Sunday, in his sermon at the First Presbyterian Church, Rev. Dr. J. C. 
Rowan gave his unqualified opinion of the duty confronting our citizenship 
and, using as a text, "There was no room for them in the inn," advocated 


the proposed county hospital. In the coarse of his sermon he said, "The 
Christ was crowded out of the inn at Behtlehem because therei was no Chris- 
tianity in the inn. What man can lay any claim to Christianity who would 
not give up his room in a hotel or his berth on a train to a woman in travail. 
The people of today are crowding out the Christ and can lay no claim to 
Christianity, if they do not visit the sick. The visitation of the sick enjoin- 
ed by Jesus and demanded by vital Christianity is not merely making social 
calls or paying social visits, but living a life of service and rendering assist- 
ance in the hour of need I know of no wiser and better way of visiting the 
sick in Cabarrus county than building the proposed county hospital; and I 
want to be} one of the ministers of this county to advocate from the Sacred 
Desk the building of, that institution. To fail in this worthy and Christian 
undertaking, saying thereby to those who are not only poor but also sick, 
helpless and dying, we are going to see that you do not get any help even 
from the benefaction of him who thought of you and planned for you before 
he died, is to crowd the Christ out of Cabarrus county. He was crowded 
out of the inn at Bethlehem and to bring upon ourselves the judgment of Him 
Avho will certainly say, * ' 1 was sick, and ye visited me not, inasmuch as yte 
did not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me." 

In connection with the proposed County Hospital Bond issue, a state- 
ment has been prepared by County Attorney L. T. Hartsell relative to the 
procedure before the election, taxes and method of running the hospital. 

Mr. Hartsell 's statement is as follows : 

Petition presented to County Com-missioners : 

Signed by 200 resident freeholders, 150 of whom shall not be residents of 
Concord N. C, asking: 

1. Annual tax may be levied -for establishment and maintenance of pub- 
lic hospital. 

2. At a place in the county to be named therein. 

3. Specifying the maximum amount of money proposed in purchasing or 
building said hospital. 

Election Ordered. 

1. Upon presentation of such petition duly signed. 

2. Order a new registration. 

3. General or special election. 

4. Giving ninety days notice in one or more newspapers published in the 


county and posting in each township of said county the text of the petition 
and amount of tax to be levied. 

Tax To Be Levied. 

1. Not exeeering 1-15 of one cent on dollar. 

2. Not to run exceeding twenty years. 

3. Taxes levied and collected as other taxes. 

4. Commissioners shall appoint 7 trustees, 3 of whom may be women. 

5. Not more than four to reside in Concord. 

6. Seven trustees elected at next general election. 

7. Cast lots 2 for two years, 2 for four years and 3 for six years, and 
at each general election trustees whose terms expired to be filled. 


1. Trustees to elect a chairman and secretary. 

2. County Treasurer shall be treasurer of funds. 

3. No trustees shall receive any pay. 

4. Trustees to make by-laws and regulations for government. 

5. Select site and build hospital or purchase. 

6. Appoint superintendent and assistants. 

Persons Entitled to Benefits. 
1. All persons of county and any person falling sick or being maimed in 

• 2. Every person not a pauper must pay according to the regulations of 

3. Charity patients shall be determined by trustees. 

4. Equal privilege to all physicians. Patient shall have the right to 
employ his own physician who shall have absolute charge of his case and 


For some weeks the people of Mecklenburg county have been considering 
the question of a new court house and a new location for same. 

A small minority of representative citizens appeared before the Board of 
County Commissioners protesting against a change. Again, the courtroom 
was crowded at another time by another representative gathering, clamoring 
for a court house, commensurate with the needs and character of the county, 
and insisting' on a better location. 

Mecklenburg" folks are a wonderful people. They scrap and contend, but 


when a matter is disposed of by the constituted authorities they all submit 

The Commissioners, in their wisdom, have decided to sell the present court 
house and build a modern one on East Avenue, hard by the Municipal Build- 


The institution is grateful to Mr. Herman Cone, of Greensboro, for a bale 
of shirting, approximately one thousand yards. This gift is highly appre- 
cated, and, for a season, all may wear shirts in the day-time and pajamas at' 

Nothing can outshine the influence and joys of a real kindly interest in 
action — that's Herman Cone. 


That was a great address which Gov. McLean delivered before the Asso- 
ciation of Life Insurance Presidents, in New York, during last week. 

The address has received from various outstanding journals high praise 
for its soundness and the ear-marks of a wise, business-like statesman. 

You can't lose North Carolina — her representatives abroad always reflect 
credit on the great old State. 


Stonewall Circle, Sr., King's Daughters, Concord $ 10.00 

Col. A. H. Boyclen, Salisbury 5.00 

Mr. A. W. Klemme, High Point 5.00 

Ward Grocery Company, Concord 50.00 

Hoover's, Concord 5.00 

A Friend 5.00 

1925— FAREWELL— 1926— ALL HAIL. 

By Rev. C. F. Sherrill. 

''A mighty Hand from an exhaustless Urn 
Pours forth a never-ending flood of years. ' ' 

Time is the child of Eternity. Eternity is the child of Hod. God's sub- 


limest name, next to the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, and our Father, 
is the Father of Eternity. 

Back of us are millions of years in preparation of our coming. Millions 
and millions more in front of us for our likeness in the Father's love and holi- 
ness. Therefore it is not the part of wisdom, idly to watch the grains fall 
from the hour glass, or idly count the tick of the clock. 

Every year is a call from God for some nobler deeds. When the bells at 
midnight ring out the old year and ring in the New Year, it is a time for 
retrospection, prospection, and introspection. ''AH hail!" we shout to the 
New Year. ' ' Farewell, a long farewell ! ' ' to the Old Year. 

"I see not a step before me 

As I tread on another year, 
But the past is still in God's keeping, 
And the future His mercy will clear; 
And what looks dark in the distance 
May brighten as I draw near." 

The heartbeats mark the going of the seconds. The sun records the days 
and nights. The moon measures the months. The seasons roll- off the years. 
Time, how valuable when eternal Wisdom in so many ways tells us of its 

"Flitling away, flitling away 
Hour by hour and day by day; 
Never a break in the running thread 
Never a pause in the solemn tread." 

1925-1926. In passing from the one to the other the serious soul is con- 
scious of a transition. The man of a great heart pauses. Backward and 
forward he casts the yes of his soul. How wise is he who can step into the 
New Year, carrying with him in memory and life the good things of the past 
and bidding good-bye to the things that have not wrought for our well being 
and that of others. 

' ' Our lives are songs, God unites the words ; 

And we set them to music at pleasure; 
And the song grows glad or sweet or sad 
As we choose to fashion the measure 
We must write the music, whatever the song, 

Whatever is rhyme or meter. 
And if it is sad, we can make it glad, 

Or if sweet, we can make it sweeter." 



By Old Hurrygraph 

It is given out that the life of a 
dollar bill is only about one year. 
It has also been said that "money 
talks. ' ' I have seen several one dol- 
lar bills depart in my life time and 
their only expressions seemed to be 
"Good-bye/' I have several friends 
who havr buried quite a few. 

A Durham lady was praising the 
child of a friend, which she had seen 
for the first time. After expressing 
herself on its good looks, remarked, 
on the smallness of the child for its 
age. ''Oh, but you know," replied 
the mother, "it Avas brought up on 
condensed milk.'" 

It was in t lie court house. A negro 
woman was on the witness stand, tes- 
tifying against a negro man whom 
she claimed had stolen all of her 
clothing, and in winding up her tes- 
timony gave expression to this out- 
burst of her indignation: "Yes, suh ; 
Mr. Judge, dat nigger ober dar, stole 
my clothes; 'eeptin' what I got on 
he stole everything 1 had but my 
'vocabulary'. ' ' 

The whims of moods of human na- 
ture are past finding out. But it is 
human nature the world over. A 
Confederate veteran was going to a 
reunion in Richmond, on one occa- 
sion, and his family of several chil- 
dren seemed lo he somewhat ashamed 
of him as their remarks implied 
before they started by what they 
said. They gave him tins advice.: 
•'Now, dad, don't make yourself too 

conspicuous. Don't try to show off. 
keep yourself kinda in the back 
ground." The old vet got there. He 
was dressed up in tine-looking regi- 
mentals, and was given a fine horse 
that was somewhat on his mettle and 
did a good deal of prancing about. 
The family was in the second-story 
of a building and waiting for the 
procession. When they saAv "Dad" 
near the head of the column, in his 
uniform: his horse putting on all the 
airs necessary to give him prominence 
as one of the chief leaders, the family 
began to shout, at the top of their 
voices, ' ' Here come father ! " " Here 
comes father-! " 

Looking over a confectionery trade 
journal yesterday I was struck and 
interested in a machine for pulling 
candy. It was the new and modern 
way. But, shucks! It will never 
compare to the fun, the frolic, the 
joy and the thrills of the old-fashion- 
ed way of pulling candy, so much in 
vogue in the days of 45 or 50 years 
ago. With a pretty girl from your 
vis-a-vis, with her sleeves rolled up 
above her elbows, all would Avash 
hands, then dip them in melted lard, 
and you and your fair partner Avould 
get out of the steAving pan as much 
of tlie boiled sugar, <>r molasses, as 
you could handle and then begin pull- 
ing it, one at each end of the roll id:' 
sweetness. In doubling it over, in 
order not to let drop on the Boor, 
your hands would meet hers, and 
some-how they would kinda stick to- 
gether for a feAV moments, and in 



squeezing the candy, the hands would 
come in for a squeeze, too. The more 
you pulled it, the more the hands got 
squeezed, and the whiter and more 
brittle became the candy, and there 
was a rivalry as to Avhich couple 
would have the whitest twist of 
candy, as big as your arm. It was 
fun and merriment galore. It was 
an • exhilarating kind of sweet per- 
formance that made you feel as if 
you didn 't care if you pulled candy 
for a week. No mere mechanical mo- 
chine can take the place of the old 
way of pulling candy. No siree. 

Every citizen, whether he is a day 
laborer or a millionaire, is interested 
in three common problems. First, 
bread and butter for himself and his 
family. Second, business conditions 
throughout the state, the nation and 
the world which will permit peace- 
ful and profitable operation of in- 
dustry and farming. Third, the in- 
vestment of capital in business enter- 
prise which furnishes steady employ- 
ment for labor. By an understand- 
ing of these questions on the part 
of the general public a sound busi- 
ness balance is maintained, and un- 
interrupted employment assured. 

A question is going the rounds of 
the press to this effect, "One year to 
live, what would you do?" All 
sorts of answers are given. Each 
year teaches a man to number his 
days, and apply his heart unto wis- 
dom. As for me I would lay out a 
plan something like this — and it is 
no bad idea to carry it out now: I 
would study the scriptures, for in 
theffi are the issues of life, and' the 

guide to eternal life. Like the tour- 
ist, packing his grip for summer trav- 
el, I would pack my mind with good 
deeds for the journey from which no 
traveler ever returns. Would try to 
have 365 percet days of more cor- 
rect living, and each one a happy one 
to some fellow traveler. I wouldn't 
make money my god. Would try to 
go through the 365 days like a band 
of musci passing along the street, dis- 
pensing thrilling music to the popu- 
lace, and scattering good deeds along 
the pathway of life. Would strive 
to forgive every enemy, ami every one 
who dispitefully used me, and cher- 
ish every friend. Be just, just now 
and not at some future time. Would 
be cheerful without morose sadness. 
Would get out in the fields with God 
and learn more of Him in forests and 
mountains, ami by seashore. Would 
try to think more of others and less 
of self. Would try to be a cheerful 
exponent of life and not a wail unto 
death. That's my idea of how to 
live, whether it be 365 days — or just 
until tomorrow. 

A correspondent wants to know, 
•'What can be done for a condition 
where one eye is brown andt he oth- 
er blue?" I do not know of a thing 
that would permanently change them. 
You might dot them, and make both 
of them black, but it would'not last a 
very areat while. 

T may be wrong, as I sometimes am, 
but it seems to me that the Texas 
woman who poisoned her four step- 
children because they were '"unman- 
ageable and noisy," acted too hastily. 
Why didn't she send them to school 



and let the 

teachers bother with 

A story runs that a negro preach- 
er owned a mule that was notorious- 
ly easy on the trigged when it came 
to kicking. One Sunday morning 
while the parson was delivering his 
sermon the mule, tied close by, kept 
up such a racket braying the con- 
gregation was plainly annoyed. Fi- 
nally the preacher interrupted his 
sermon to ask : ' ' Breddren an sis- 
tren, is dar anybody in dis house 
who knows how to make dat mule 
shet up?" "Pahson, " said a mem- 
ber of .the congregation, ' ' ef you 
will tie a stone to dat mule's tail 
he will keep quiet." '"Well, den, 
breddren and sistren, ' ' said the 
preacher, "let him who is widdout 
sin tie de fust stone." 

Some time ago several large or- 
ganizations, composed of women, met 
in Washington to "determine the 
cause and cure of war." The cause 
of war (baring rebellion for free- 
dom) is visually profits The cure 
for such wars is to take away the 
profit. Drafting factories and dol- 
lars, the same as conscripting human 
bodies, would work wonders. 

ing, of 20 years of age, lost his 
left leg and the other was so badly 
mashed it is useless. A jury award? 
him $60,000. But he, formerly strong 
and athletic, sits glumly at the win 
dow and says, "What do I care for 
a couple dollars? They won't give- 
me back my legs." Money is not 
all, though most of us never realize 
it until we have lost health or becomte 
crippled. If we realized, the goal oa 
our work would be health and sound 
bodies, rather than pay. 

It is told me that a Durham laoV 
asked one of her friends the othd> 
day, why she did not have her hair 
bobbed. The friend replied that she 
could not decide o n the style she 
wanted — whether to have it look like 
a whisk broom or a feather duster. 

A city man out of work "hired 
out" to a farmer. At 4 o'clock the 
first morning the newly employed hir- 
ed man was called to breakfast. A 
few minutes later the old farmer was 
astonished to see the man walking off 
down the road. The farmer hailed 
him, "Say! Come back and eat 
breakfast 'fore you go to work." 
' ' Ain 't going to work, ' ' the man yell- 
ed back. "I'm going to find a place 
where I can stay all night." 

In an accident a fellow human be- 

Think this over: $1.00 spent for a lunch lasts five hours. $1.00 spent 
for a necktie lasts five weeks. $1.00 spent for a cap lasts five months. 
$1.00 spent for an automobile lasts five years. $1.00 spent for a water- 
power or railroad grade lasts for five generations. $1.00 spent in the 
service of God lasts for eternity. — Babson. 




(Albemarle News-Herald.) 

Have you who live in the towns and 
.ities ever really stopped to think how 
absolutely inconsiderate most of us are 
of the rights of the rural dweller? We 
motor out in the spring time and, 
like so many vandals, we pluck his 
:!swers, break up his native shrubb- 
ery and mar the beauty of his coun- 
tryside. We go right on the land of 
the farmer, on which he pays taxes 
iust like we pay taxes on our stocks 
)f merchandise, office furniture or 
oack yards, and park ourselves for 
an all-day picnic. We make a big 
mess with our paper boxes, scraps of 
food, chicken hones and whatever 
else we may feel like throwing 
around his spring, and then go off 
without ever stopping to think that 
we should certainly show the land- 
owner the consideration and court- 
esy of cleaning up. We trespass 
upon his land with guns and dogs in 
fall and winter, shooting his birds 
and even endangering his life and 
that of his family by our too often 
reckless and promiscuous shooting. 
We do all these things and then talk 
ugly to him if he orders us away, and 
we call him an old grouch, and every 
other ugly name we can think of. 
Are we treating Mr. Country Dwell- 
er right when we do this? 

The farmer buys and pays for his 
land. And it is his and the trees and 
flowers and birds and water are his 
and everything on that land is his. 
He pays taxes on that property just 
the same as we pay taxes on our 
homes and front lawns in the towns 

and cities. Have we any right to 
steal his flowers break and mutilate 
his trees and shrubbery or shoot his 
birds ? 

Suppose Mr. Farmer should get out 
his Ford, load in all the kids and the 
wife and the neighbors ' .wives and 
some of the neighbors" kids, and then 
suppose he should drive that Ford 
up in. front of some of our beautiful 
city homes where we have well kept 
lawns and flowers and shrubs. And 
then suppose he should park his Ford 
in our front lawn and the kids should 
commence to run here and there, 
breaking up our flowering bushes and 
young trees and filling that Ford full 
of the flowers and parts broken away. 
Then suppose he should get out his 
lunch boxes, spread out his dinner 
on our front lawn, eat and leave a big 
mess of paper, boxes glass jars, tin 
cans melon rinds and other junk 
there, to mar the beauty of our 
place. How long do you think he 
would stay out of the hands of the 
local police? We'd tell Mr. Rural 
Dweller that that was private pro- 
perty, that we owned it and that we 
have to pay taxes on it and that we 
pay those taxes for protection 
against unlawful trespassers, etc. 
And yet that is not a bit worse than 
we treat country property owners 
and his rights. Folks, we ought to 
he ashamed of ourselves. 

But you may think the country 
landscape — the; great out-of-doors — 
is something on which no one has a 



monopoly. That's true. The fields 
and water courses and woods and 
birds and flowers anywhere arc 
ours — ours to see and love and ad- 
mire — but not ours to trample and 
mutilate and waste. Our beautiful 
city homes, with their well- kept front 
lawns and gardens and flowers are 
the farmer's — his to look at, to ad- 
mire, to enjoy — but not his to tram- 
ple and destroy and carry away. It's 
all tlie same, brother. We have no 
more right to mutilate and trample 
and carry away the young trees and 
birds and wild flowers growing on 
the fanner's property, than lie lias 
to do the same with ours in the city. 
We have no more right to park our- 
selves on his property in the country 
and make a bio- mess and go away 
and leave it there, than the farmer 
lias to come onto our front lawns 
and make a big mess picnicking and 
then go oft and leave it there. It's 
all the same. Just a matter of 
representing the other fellow's rights. 

Up in Pennsylvania the legislature 
has passed a law making it a fine of 
.$300.00 or imprisonment of not more 
than three years, to steal a farmer's 
vegetables, or apples, break and muti- 
late his trees and shrubs, shoot his 
birds, or otherwise trespass upon his 
rights, as a private property owner. 
In other words the Pennsylvania law 
forbids the stealirig 'and carrying 
away of anything living or growing 
oil the land of another. And that's 

just the kind of a law we need right 
here in North Carolina. If Ave had a law and it were rigidly en- 
forced, all this tearing off great limbs 
of trees in order to get the foliage, 
or flowers or berries, would soon stop. 
Put worst of all, we people who live 
in towns and cities need a keener 
sense of what is right and wrong. 
We need to learn to respect the 
rights of other people, and when we 
learn this, we shall stop shooting the 
farmers' birds, breaking and taking 
away his trees, (lowers, etc. 

We are approaching another Christ- 
mas season. Soon we shall all be 
thinking of Chrisjtmas deqora/tio'ns 
of holly, cedar, pine and mistletoe. 
This country has a plenty of holly 
and cedar and pine and mistletoe 
aii, I other things J Jo decorate our 
homes. This country has also a. 
plenty of money too, bet unfor- 
tunately for many of us. it is not 
ours, and we can't enjoy it unless 
il were ours. So with these things 
which are a part of the property on 
which the farmer pays taxes. We 
should, therefore, not try to steal 
our holly and cedar and mistletoe but 
on the contrary we should go to the 
owner of the land on which these 
things are growing and buy, or at 
least offer to pay for the decora- 
tions which we may want. Let's be 
fair with the land-owner as we ex- 
pect him to be fair with us. 

Each man is a hero and a oracle to somebody, and to that person 
whatever he says has an enhanced value. — Emmerson. 



(Presbyterian Standard.) 

The attitude of the Christian to ronfi rming to the sinful practices of 

worldh amusements has ever been the world." Rom. 12 :2: "Be ye 

the problem of the Chi Every not conformed to this world: but be 

since the Church was organized, the insformed 1 i ving of 

problem has been how ca a I brisl an [," etc. 1 John - :15-16: 

obex 1 the plain o)i tli* 1 be world, neither the 

Scripture-, ' ' Be nol co formed to things nrc in the world,"' etc. 

the world,'' and yet yield to that na- in 1S7.7, the Assembly took the 

tural craving of the mind for some following action: "the Assembly bas 

kind of amusement. uniformly discouraged and condemned 

When you come to dealing with , the modern dance in all its forms, 

the young, you an bound to reco- as tending to evil, whether practiced 

gnize thai they have to resisi im- in public balls or in private parlors." 

pulses that do not infleunce those ''The extent of the mischief done 

thai are older, and that they ran be rlepends largely upon circumstances- 

controlled more by example than by The Church Session is therefore the 

precept and that the surest way is only court competent to judge what 

to instill from childhood habits in remedy to apply." 

keeping with the teachings of Scrip- "We further affectionately urge 

ture. all our Chritian parents not to send 

We find that at the present time their children to dancing school.--, 
there is a wave of worldly eonfox- where they acquire a fondness ami 
mity sweeping over our land. an aptitude for this dangerous amuse- 
There are so few homes left, where ment." 
a family can find entertainment with- Here we have the plain position of 
in themselves, and therefore the the Church. Then when you became 
young people wander off, and follow a member, you replied in the affirm- 
th< prevailing customs. ative to this question: 

Their elders, instead of setting a "Do you submit yourself to the 

good example, are among the .most government and diseffipine of the 

persistent followers ofi: worldly Church, and promise to study its 

pleasures, purity and peace?" 

In veiw of this prevailing ten- Here we have what our highest 

dency, it may be well to state the court deems essential for the purity 

position of our Church with regard of the Church, and, on the' other 

to what is known as "worldly amuse- hand, we have the solemn promise 

ments." of every member to study the purity 

The General Assembly, in 1902, of the Church, 

thus defined "worldly conformity:" Can any one hesitate as to what 

"By worldly conformity is meant to do? 




By Archer 

In the middle of the eighteenth cen- 
tury there was a little shop in the 
heart of London, England, where 
the owner sold antique plaster casts 
of famous people. Most of these 
casts were of persons written of in 
classic history such as Niobe, Venus, 
Hercules, Ajax and Achilles, but oth- 
ers were of more recent time as 
Lord Howe, Admiral Hawke and 
George II who was reigning at that 

Visitors to this place saw at the 
back of the shop a delicate little lad, 
with a pale face, generally seated in 
a chair stuffed witli cushions and 
propped by pillows. Never far from 
him was his mother, the shopkeeper's 
wife, whose greatest care in life seem- 
ed to be her sick boy who looked as 
though lie would never grow up to be- 
come a man. 

Little John Flaxman — for that was 
lite hoy's name — came into the world 
with so frail a body that few people 
thought he could live very long. For 
the first ten years of his life only the 
constant care of his father and moth- 
er kept him alive, lie attended 
school for a very short time. His 
health made it impossible for him to 
take his place alongside other boys, 
and as to romping around and play- 
ing with them, of course it was out 
of the question. He hobbled around 
on crutches and often as he lay at 
home supported by pillows he could 
hear the shouts of other boys at play. 

The plaster casts around his fath- 


er*s shop never failed to interest 
John Flaxman. He asked a great 
many (juestions about each one, and 
questions which his parerits could 
not always answer. He was anxious 
to get an education and as he Avas 
unable to attend school he depended 
largely upon the help his parents 
could give him. 

One day a clergyman named Mat- 
thews visited the shop in order to 
get a little model repaired Avhich his 
servant had broken. While Mr. Flax- 
man, senior, was repairing the fig- 
ure, the clergyman noticed little John 
reading and when he saw that the 
book was a Latin grammar he became 
interested at once. The pale, deli- 
cate face of the boy greatly attract- 
ed Air. Matthews and he promised 
to return the following day with a 
book of Homer so that the boy could 
learn about the classic heroes, con- 
cerning whom the lad asked so many 
times. The clergyman was as good 
as his word and next day put into 
John's hands a volume of Homer, 
which so fascinated John Flaxman, 
that soon he covered whole sheets of 
paper with sketches of scenes from 
Homer's works. He spent a great 
many hours trying to mould figures, 
using plaster of Paris, soft clay or 
wax. As he was only eight or nine 
years of age, his models were quite 
crude, but he labored away and as he 
seemed so supremely happy in doing 
i(. his parents gently praised and 
thus encouraged his work. 



After he passed his tenth birthday 
he began to grow stronger. He be- 
came well enough to go out without 
his crutches, and while he was far 
from being as robust as other lads 
of his age, he was able to take walks 
in the park and soon some color of 
health stole into his cheeks. 

One day Rev. Mr. Matthews invit- 
ed John over to his home so that Mrs. 
Matthews might tell him more about 
the heroes of Greece about whom he 
was so fond of reading. That was 
the beginning of a new day in John's 
life. He listened spell -bound as Mrs. 
Matthews told of the romantic ca- 
reers of Hercules, Achilles and many 
others. He visited M/'he Matthews' 
home a great many times, and tried 
hard to make plaster casts of these 
heroes of ancient times. There came 
to him a great ambition. He resolv- 
ed to become a sculptor. At first 
it seemed ridiculous and almost im- 
possible. He had scarcely been to 
school a day in his life. His pa- 
rents were too poor to send him to 
any art school, but even what seem- 
ed to be a greater obstacle than eith- 
er, was his own health which still 
prevented him from getting around 
as other boys did. But the more he 
thought about it the more determined 
he became that he would finally rea- 
lize his great ambition. 

About this time a gentleman asked 
him to make six drawings and when 
they were finished he praised John's 
work and paid him for it. This was 
the first money that John had ever 
earned and there was no happier or 
prouder boy in all England. He be- 
gan to attend an art academy and 
when he was fifteen he won a silver 

medal in the academy contest tor a 
model he had cast. Two years later 
he tried for the gold medal award, 
and although it was expected by ail 
that he would Avin, the prize was 
awarded to another boy. This was 
a bitter disappointment to John Flax- 
man, but in realitv it wa.-- a yood 
tnmg tor him. He became more de- 
termined than ever to put his best 
into everything he attempted and to 
take absolutely nothing for ^ranl- 

About this time the great potter 
Josiah Wedgewood heard about John 
Flaxman's skill and visited him. He 
asked him to make some designs in 
pottery: tea-cups, saucers, jugs and 
tea-pots. Wedgewood did not know 
whether or not John Flaxman would 
think himself above doing such things 
but the young sculptor never hesitat- 
ed a moment. He was glad to do the 
work, both for itihe experience he 
would get, and because of the money 
he could earn which he badly need- 
ed. Josiah Wedgewood was delight- 
ed with Flaxman's work and the two 
worked together for several years. 

One day John Flaxman heard the 
great artist Sir Joshua Reynolds say, 
in a lecture, that no man could hope 
to become a great artist, either as a 
painter or a sculptor, who did not 
visit Italy and so study at first hand 
the great masterpieces that are to 
be found there. Flaxman left that 
lecture very much depressed. Just 
a short time before that he had mar- 
ried and he told his young wife what 
Sir Joshua Reynolds had siad. She 
was not discouraged in .the least. 
She said: "You earn what you can, 
and leave the saving to me, and per- 



haps before many years are over, we 
shall have enough to take us both to 
Italy. ' ' So, for Ave years John Flax- 
man worked as hard as his health 
would permit. Even for fine designs 
he received at first only fifteen shil- 
lings each and later on, one gminea. 
But his careful wife kept putting 
away a little whenever she could, and 
at the end of five years, they had suf- 
ficent to take them to Italy. 

It whs in 1787 that John Flaxman 
went to Italy and he stayed there sev- 
en years, studying, and at the same 
time working to earn money. What 
he saw in Italy greatly astonished 
and delighted him. The marvelous 
workmanship of Michael Angelo and 
other great masters thrilled him so 
that he longed to greatly improve 
upon his own work. When he return- 
ed from Home in 17!*4 he soon had 
more work than he eould do. He 
executed a monument to Lord Mans- 
field which was placed in Westminst- 
er Abbey and when a noted sculptor 
of that time saw it, lie said: "This 
little man, Flaxman, cuts us all out." 

From that time until he died in 
1.S26, John Flaxman easily took t lie 
leading place among English sculp- 
tors. He had studied carefully the 
works of other men, but he was con- 
stantly carrying out some new ideas 
of his own. When he went out for 

a walk he often saw scenes which 
gave him ideas and he would return 
to his study and commence the work 
of making models of what he had 
seen. He found his subjects in the 
parks, the streets, and often even in 
the nursery, for he dearly loved chil- 
dren. As he walked along the streets 
he did not look as though he were a 
great man. He seemed very feeble, 
and his head appeared to be too large 
for his body. He hurried along with 
a peculiar sidelong gait and he gave 
pa.ssers-by the impression that he 
was more or less deformed. Still, in 
spite of all this John Flaxman be- 
came one of the greatesct men of his 
day. His work may be seen at a 
ureal many places in Great Britain 
and even in India. He helped in the 
decorations for Buckingham Palace 
and many of the noblest monuments 
in St. Paul's Cathedral and Westmin- 
ster Abbey are the works of his 
hands. Others are to be found in 
such places as the British Museum, 
South Kensington Museum and the 
Flaxman Hall at University College. 
He was made Professor of Sculpture 
at the Royal Academy and when he 
died in 182(i, no one disputed what 
was said of him: "He was the most 
gifted genius in sculpture that Eng- 
land ever produced." 

What we call real estate — the solid ground to builds a house on— is the 
broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests. 

— Nathaniel Hawthorne. 




Bv Harriette Wilbur. 

Ireland has her shamrocks, Scot- 
land Ivor thistle, Japan her chrysan- 
themum, and France her fleur-de-lis. 
The United States has not gone on 
record as favoring any particular 
blossom for its floral emblem, per- 
haps because it is impossible for the 
people to select any one flower among 
so many. However, all but eleven 
states of the union have formally, 
by legislative action or otherwise 
selected state flowers. 

Oklahoma has the honor of being 
the first of our states to take legis- 
lative action in the adoption of a 
state flower. In January, 1893, the 
territorial government was consider- 
ing the question of exhibits for the 
Chicago World's Fair, and a terri- 
torial seal. The ladies of Oklahoma 
had presented a petition asking that 
the mistletoe be made the territory's 
emblematic flower. A bill to that 
end Avas accordingly introduced and 
passed by a large majority. 

In a Way this seems a peculiar 
choice, since the mistletoe is not 
noted for its flowers, is of parasitic 
growth, and is so common in the 
southern states as to be quite a 

But this small plant is in the na- 
ture of a flower itself at Christ- 
mas time Avhen the evergreen leaves 
are set off by clusters of tiny waxy- 
white berries. Perhaps it was out of 
tribute to the plan's value as a 
Christmas decoration that the ladies 
of Oklahoma selected the mistle- 
toe^ ■ 

The leaves are as much ornament- 
al as useful to the plant, which is 
not generally true of leaves, as a 
rule ; they are primarily useful, after 
that ornamental. But the thick, 
fleshy, leather-like blades are almost 
veinless, and if examined under a 
magnifying "lass and compared with 
one of the chiefly useful leaves, such 
as the lilac, it will be found that the 
mistletoe blade has only two hundred 
breathing pores to the square inch, 
while the lilac has two hundred thou- 
sand. This peculiarity of the mistle- 
toe leaf is due to its parasitic na- 
ture; sinee the plant uets its nour- 
ishment by appropriating the sap of 
the tree upon which it grows, the 
leaves do not have to work so hard 
absorbing necessary elements from 
the air. The leaves of the host-plant 
do this for the mistletoe. 

The way the mistletoe grow is in- 
teresting. It is supposed that the 
seeds become scattered by both Wind 
and birds, chiefly birds that eat the 
berries, then try to wipe the sticky 
pulp from their bills and so work 
the seeds into the crevices of the 
bark on the branches where they sit. 
Of course, often the seed will be 
planted on the under side of a 

But this makes not a bit of differ- 
ence to a healthy mistletoe seed. For 
whatever position the seed may be 
in, when its roots start they turn to- 
ward the perch on which the seed 
rests. Frequently a root must arch 
itself over to reach the bark. As 



soon as the tip of a root touches the 
bark, the end spreads out to form 
a sort of disk, which gives it a firm 
hold. This disk proceeds to put out 
roots which pierce the bark of the 
branch, and connect the young plant 
with the sap-stream of its host. 

A young mistletoe plant has the 
juicy, sappy look of a stalk of pur- 
slane, but it grows woody as it gets 
older The brandies tire repeatedly 
forked, and form dense tufts a foot 
or two in diameter. The branches 
break easily at the joints, but the 
thick base of the plant itself is very 
strong and tenacious. It keeps up its 
connection with the wood of the 
branch Avhere it grows, and becomes 
firmly ingrowu so that nothing can 
pull or wrench it away. 

The flowers are minute four-pet- 
aled little jugs of a waxy green- 
white, set in short catinlike spikes. 
The fruit is a berry with a single 
seed buried in glutinous pulp. This 
sticky substance was much used in 
the making of bird-lime. 

There are more than four hundred 
species of mistletoe found the world 
over, most of them tropical. In the 
United States there are many varie- 
ties and they range far and wide, 
from the New Jersey coast west and 

Mistletoe grows on a variety of 
trees, the favorite being the apple 
tree. In Europe it is a pest in or- 
chards, as when once established it 
continues to grow as long as there 
is any life left in its host. The Eu- 
ropean mistletoe is not often found 
on the oak, but the American plants 
make no discrimination against the 

oak. In Texas mistletoe is especial- 
ly abundant on the mesquite, upon 
which it often grows in such quanti- 
ties as to hide the proper foliage of 
the tree. 

"Traveling through the south," 
writes one observer, ' ' one may see 
thousands of trees literally festooned 
with mistletoe, now growing like wit- 
ches' brooms, now in graceful array, 
but always calmly appropriating for 
its own development the life blood 
of the tree upon which its feeds." 
- Instances have been recorded of 
the growth of one mistletoe plant 
upon another mistletoe. It thrived 
at that, strange to say. Often the 
host does not, as Shakespeare wisely 
observes : 

' ' The trees, thought summer, yet for- 
lorn and lean, 
'ercome with moss, and baleful mis- 
tletoe. ' ' 

The superstitions and legends con- 
nected with the mistletoe are numer- 
ous, and, parasitic though it is, there 
is no blossom in the list of state 
flowers that has more romance cling- 
ing to it than Oklahoma's choice. 
Which may explain the reason for its 

Mistletoe figured in the supei'stiii- 
ous rites of the British Druids P«r- 
haps they saw in the perpetual green- 
ness of the leaves an emblem of eter- 
nal life; or in its ability to survive 
the rigors of winter, it symbolzed to 
them the independent life of Deity. 
Therefore, it Avas esteemed as an 
antidote to all poisons and a cure 
for numberless diseases. 

So this "all-heal," as they term- 
ed it, was gathered at certain sea- 



sons with the most formal and pomp- 
ons ceremonies. The English plant 
being more rare upon the oak than 
upon any other tree, as s )6n as a 
specimen*! was located on an oak, the 
Druids collected in crowds about the 
tree, a banquet was prepared, a sac- 
rifice made ready, a pries <, in white 
robes cut the twig with a golden 
sickle, two other white-robed priests 
caught it in a white cloak, two milk- 
white heifers were instantly ottered 
up, t-he twig was divided among the 
people to be preserved as a cham* 
against disease and other evils, such 
as witchcraft. 
''Firt come the Druids, who, I've 

been told, 
The mistletoe cut with a knife of 
gold. ' ' 

— English History in Rhyme. 

As a preventive of nightmare and 
other night scares, it is still held in 
high regard, on the continent. In 
France, amulets formed of the mistle- 
toe were much worn in olden times; 
in Sweden, a finger-ring made of the 
wood is considered a general antidote 
against sickness, Avhile a branch of 
it is hung up somewhere about the 
home that the building may some 
through lightning storms untouched. 

One legend states that the mistle- 
toe, which is now a mere parasitic 
shrub, was originally a fine forest 
tree. But since the Crucifixion it has 
existed in its present degraded form 
because from its wood the cross was 
made. There is also a legend cur- 
rent in few countries that the mis- 
tletoe was the forbidden tree in the 
Oarden of Eden. 

The mistletoe is one of the chief 

actors in one of the nature myths 
of the early Saxons. Balder, the god 
of light and peace, was the son of 
Odin, or Wotun, and of Freya., the 
goddes of love. One night he dream- 
ed a dreadful dream that warned 
him he was in great peril. Freya 
no sooner heard of this than she de- 
termined to thwart fate. She accord- 
ingly exacted an oath from the four 
elements, earth, air, fire and water 
and all things springing from them, 
that they would do no harm to her 
son. This being given, the Scandi- 
navian gods met in their hall at the 
winter solstice, and amused themsel- 
ves by casting stones, darts, sticks 
and other missiles at Balder, to test 
the vows of the elements. In obedi- 
ence to their oaths, these all fell off 
from Balder, leaving him unharmed. 

Loki, the spirit of evil, mischief 
and discord, filled with astonishment 
and envy, resolved to find some way 
to neutralize Balder 's safety. Trans- 
forming himself into an old woman, 
he approached Freya, congratulated 
her upon her son's inviolability, and 
asked if all things had taken the 
oath of protection. The goddess ac- 
knowledged that the mistle toe had 
not, but it Avas only a parasite and 
not a plant, and Avas besides too fee- 
ble and small to harm him. 

Loki left rejoicing, assumed his 
oAvn shape, and seizing the largest 
bough of mistletoe he could find, fash- 
ioned it into an arrow. On returning 
to the assembly he found the gods 
still engaged at the sport, a little way 
off being Hoeder, the blind god of 
fate, Avho could not share in the 
amusement. Loki begged him to join 



in doing honor to Freya's son, placed 
the mistletoe dart in his hand and 
guided his arm for the throw. The 
arrow flew with fatal accuracy, pierc- 
ing the hapless Balder and laying 
him dead before the startled gods. 

When, at the urgent prayers of 
the gods and goddesses, Balder was 
restored to life, Freya took the mis- 
tletoe under her charge. Everyone 
who came under the branch received 

a kiss, as atoken that in the future 
the mistletoe was to be a symbol of 
love, and not of death. 
''Hail, hail to its leaves of rich green, 
With pearls that are fit for a queen, 

So pure and white. 
Such emblems of innocent mirth 
We'll value as blessings on earth, 
In this season of joy, giving birth 

To social delight. 

— Isaac Watts. 


Autumn shades are fading fast 

And the dead leaves rustle past, 
And the bleak and barren season is before us; 

Wintry clouds are in the sky, 

And the chill winds moan and sigh 
Like a doleful dirge that brings a shudder o'er us. 

Autumn's gold has turned to gray, 

And the birds have gone away, 
And the flowers too have all gone into hiding; 

Yet they have not gone so far 

But that God knows where they are, 
And His hand through death to life their way is guiding 

After winter shall be spring, 
With new life in everything; 
Nature's smile is sweeter after winter's frowning; 
Triumph follows after strife; 
After death, the endless life; 
After bitter cross, the glory of the crowning. 

— A. L. Crawley. 




(Charlotte Observer.) 

Rev. F. F. Reissig is pastor of the 
Emmanuel Lutheran Church, at 
Rochester, X. Y. In. a, recent sermon 
to his congregation he gave his vetws 
as to the church and the broadness 
(./ its mission, in which he made 
special referenjce to the class 
attitude, in .the course of his re- 
marks he outlined what might be 
called the chureh of service, it was 
his declaration that the church dare 
not exist on any one class of people 
It must be, if it is true to its mis- 
sion, a church tor rich and poo': 
alike; for the socially high and so- 
cially low; for the person in furs 
and tlic person in rags, The church 
must have as warmi a hand of wel- 
come for the laborer as it has for the 
business man and the more pros- 
perous. There is no room for the 
cold shoulder in the church of Christ. 
Xo Chritian will shrug his shoulders 
when an ill-clad person siis beside 
him in church. Much of the critic- 
ism of the poorer people concerning 
the '^hurchj is justified.. They do 
not feel at home; in our churches, 
they say. If Jesus were in the pew 

poor people would always feel at 
ere. This church dare never 
be ruled by an\ one class of people, 
or by any small group, or by any 
one man. I! is the church of the 
as a whole deter- 

mine its policy " and work out its 

Having gone that far, Mr. Reis- 
sig got down to the real object of 
Ins talk. It was to raise money, and 
he maintained^ that a church of the 
kind he had outlined ''deserves the 
support of the people of the com- 
munity outside the congregation, 
for there is no limit, no boundary, to 
the church's limit." Then he de- 
livered a concluding truth on which 
the people mighl be agreed. !t was 
his veiw thai ' -people who do tiol 
support the chureh are as bar as the 
man who will sit down to a meal at 
a hide 1 and not pay for if. ' And 
it is a further fact of demonstration 
in almost any community, thai 
"many people thrive under the in- 
fluence of ..the ( hrisitan church and 
never turn a hand* toward support, 
of the church. ' ' 


There never was such a wonderful 
period. We never before knew so 
much or could dp so much. We nev- 
er experienced an age of equal com- 
fort. No part of yesterday was so 
glorious as this hour. 

The hundred years behind us are 
jammed and crammed with achieve- 

ments that outbalance the sum total 
of progress since the singing of the 
Magna Charta. 

The average mechanic enjoys luxu- 
ries that Midas, Avith all his wealth, 
could not command. The college 
freshman has more real information 
in his little finger than the erudition 


of the foremost scholar of the Renais- 
sance. We have done more to put 
existence on a sane, logical, and de- 
finite basis than did all of our an- 

A mere hundred years ago even the 
scientist thought that the atmosphere 
was simply space, gas was only a 

The first microbe hadn't disclosed 
his identity. 

Metchnikoff 's announcement of 
battling hosts in every drop of hu- 
man blood would have earned him 
a padded cell. 

The best illumination George 
Washington could secure came from 
tallow dips, lighted by a spark from 
flint and steel. 

Every piece of fabric was woven 
by hand. 

The steamboat was still building 
on the ways of Fulton's brain, and 
the wheels of the steam engine had 
only moved Stephenson's head. 

It took Benjamin Franklin two 
weeks to send a letter from Boston 
and get a reply from Baltimore. 

Abraham Lincoln's angular frame 

never reposed in a Pullman berth. 

Garfield called a twenty-day liner 
an ocean greyhound. 

Only recently the father of anti- 
septic surgery was gathered to his 

Electric light, trolley cars, bicycles, 
automobiles, department stores, sky- 
scrapers, ten-cent collars, tinned sal- 
mon, airships, penny newspapers, ap- 
pendicitis, and power cranes are still 
infant ideas. 

Such things as wireless telegraphy 
and radio and sending photographs 
by wire are still in the experimental 

Thirty years ago electricity had 
never been hitched to a wheel; gun- 
powder was the most powerful ex- 
plosive; subways weren't considered 
within possibility. 

Impossibility is now an old-fash- 
ioned word with a definition, but not 
a meaning. Almost every dream of 
the past is a reality today. 

The magic cities and the fairy 
kingdoms of your grandmother aren't 
half so wonderful as the world in 
which vou live. 


By A. C. 

A young man who delighted in ro- 
mances filled with exciting adven- 
tures, with plenty of fighting thrown 
in, was eomplaining that he was out 
of reading matter. A friend recom- 
mended him to try ' ' The Conquest 
of Peru" by W. IP Prescott. 

"That's history, isn't it?" he 
queried. And then he added, "His- 
tory is always dry, and I don't care 
for it. ' ' 


''Try this book," suggested his 
friend, "and let me know how you 
like it." 

He did so, and returned the volume, 
a few days later, positively enthusi- 
astic over its contents. 

"That is the most interesting book 
I have read for a long time," said 
he. "That man Pizarro was a won- 
der. ' ' 
The young man was right in his 



estimate of the book and of its chief 
hero. Pizarro was indeed a. remark- 
able man, although he would not be 
held up as a model in these times. 

Francisco Pizarro was born in 
Spain in the year 1471, and grew up 
in ignorance and vagabondage. He 
had no education, and to the day of 
his death could neither read nor write. 

When he was about twenty-one 
years old, all Spain began to ring 
with the discoveries of Columbus, and 
others in America, and the young 
Pizarro began to long for adventure. 
Leaving his occupation as a swine- 
herd, he ran away to Seville, and 
joined one of the expeditions sailing 
for the new world. He accompanied 
Balboa in his famous march across 
the mountains to the Pacific, and 
shared with him the joy of discov- 
ering the great ocean. After many 
experiences of which we have little 
information, the great enterprise of 
his life was entered upon. Hearing 
highly colored accounts of the ex- 
ploits of Cortez in Mexico, he had an 
intense desire to emulate him. Ac- 
cordingly he formed a partnership 
with Diego de Almagro, a soldier of 
experience, and Hernando de Luque, 
a priest, supplied with some means. 
An old vessel was refitted and with 
a hundred adventurers, sailed from 
the port of Panama in November, 
1524, leaving Almagro to follow in a 
smaller ship. 

Everything seemed to conspire to 
make this expedition a failure. Pi- 
zarro and his men met with all kinds 
of difficulties, and returned rather 
cast down, but by no means dis- 
heartened. The Governor was not 

very well satisfied with the results 
of the expedition, and had to be brib- 
ed to give his consent to another un- 
dertaking of a similar nature. 

One hundred and sixty men were 
enlisted, and another attempt was 
made. The}' proceeded southward. 
The aspect of the coast became more 
and more inviting as they advanced. 
There were signs of an extensive 
civilization; fields cultivated with 
maize, cacao, and potatoes ; many vil- 
lages, and at length a town of more 
than two thousand houses, laid out 
in streets and with many inhabitants. 
The enthusiasm of the Spaniards was 
unbounded, but their spirits fell con- 
siderably when they noted that Avhen 
they attempted to land, they were 
met with hostile demonstrations upon 
the part of the natives. Pizarro re- 
mained on a barren island, while Al- 
rnagro returned to Panama for more 
men. Instead of affording assistance, 
the Governor of Panama sent out two 
vessels with orders that every Spani- 
ard should return. Provisions were 
carried to the famished and emaniat- 
ed, followers of Piz,arro, many of 
whom were eager enough to abandon 
their enterprise and return in the 
ships. Pizarro alone refused to obey 
the Governor's commands. A most 
dramatic scene followed at a place 
called Gallo. Drawing a line on the 
sand, he cried, "Comrades! on this 
side lie hunger and hardships ; on this 
side, ease and safety. There lies 
Peru with its riches; here, Panama 
and poverty. Choose every man for 
himself, like brave Castilians. For 
me, I go south." 

He stepped across the line, and 



twelve brave men followed him. They 
saw the ships containing their com- 
rades sail away, and this little band 
was left as a forlorn hope. They had 
not even a ship, and their supplies 
were exceedingly scanty. Pizarro's 
friend, Ruiz, fortunately returned 
with a small vessel with provisions, 
but brought mi reinforcemenl of men. 
In this frail craft the intrepid rovers 
put to sea and made some important 
discoveries along the coast of Peru. 
securing a number of trophies which 
indicated the fertility of the soil. 
Then lie returned to Panama, carry- 
ing news of his discoverie . The Gov- 
ernor, greatly annoyed at Pizarro's 
disobedience to his order-, was not 
very cordial, and the adventurer de- 
termined m go to Spain and appeal 
to the sovereign. To liis great sat- 
isfaction Kin- Charles V espoused 
the cause, and even as [sabella had 
aided Columbus, so the Queen of 
Charles V came to ie ass --nice of 
Pizarro, bestowing upon him tlie title 
of Governor of Peru, and a generous 
salary, to he drawn, however, Prom 
the conquered country- The docu- 
ment drawn up as an agreemenl also 
made provision lor the conversion to 
Christianity of the country to he sub- 
jugated and plundered. 

With his three brother-., ami about 
a hundred other Followers, lie sailed 
Prom Seville in January, 1 .130, and 
a year later, after a solemn consecra- 
tion of his enterprise in the Cathedral 
at., Panama, he piij Forth Prom that 
port with 18() men, and 27 horses 
to undertake the subjugation of a 
powerful empire. 

"That empire," says one histori- 

an, ''lay in the bosom and on both 
sides of the mightly ranges of the 
Andes, occupying thirty-seven de- 
grees of the coast south of the equa- 
tor, and extending eastward far over 
(lie valleys of the Amazon and its 
numreous tributaries. It was under 
the rule of the Incas, a parental des- 
potism, which spread an iron net- 
work of laws over millions of sub- 
jects of different races and languages. 
lis mountain slopes, tablelands, sea 
coasts and plains comprised every 
variety of climate and almost every 
diversity of physical Features. Its 
capital was (uzco, where dwelt the 
adored Incas: there also was the 
famous Temple of the Sun, with its 
gorgeous decorations and -old gems. 
(anal.-, aqueducts, complete systems 
of irrigation for the rainless regions: 
magnificent mountain roads, built to 
endure for centuries; line textile fab- 
rics, utensils of clay and copper, ves- 
sels ami ornaments of silver and 
-old: bridges, fortresses, and edi- 
fices of a )-\\(U' but massy and sym- 
metrical architecture, well adapted 
to the climate and the needs of the 
inhabitants: armies, magistrates, 
courts of justice— -such were some of 
the tokens of a wide semi-civilized 
prosperity, which less | ban two hun- 
dred Spanish adventurers were pro- 
ceeding ruthlessly to destroy." 

Pizarro landed his small army aud 
fell upon I lie inhabitants of a vil- 
lage, put tin- t he inhabitants to High.t, 
and pillaging their dwellings. A con- 
siderable amount of treasure thus ob- 
tained was sent back to Panama. 

Soon Hernando de Sola, afterward 

...... _ _ 

famed as the discoverer of the Miss- 



issippi, joined Pizarro with one hun- 
dred men and a number of horses. 

With this reinforcement Pizarro 
felt strong enought to invade the in- 
terior. The story of that invasion is 
one of the most astonishing- in all 
history. It is told in detail very 
graphically by Prescott, and can only 
be very briefly sketched here. 

The Inca Atahualpa had an im- 
mense army occupying an advantage- 
ous position from which lie might 
effectively have disputed the passage 
of the invaders, but he seemed to 
be of a simple, trustful nature and 
sent to exchange gifts Avith the Span- 
iards, making assurance of friend- 
ship. Pizarro made a visit of cour- 
tesy to the Inca, which was return- 
ed by the Peruvian ruler who came 
in great state borne in a gorgeous 
palanquin. Not a Spaniard was to 
be seen until a priest advanced to 
meet the monarch and at once pro- 
ceeded to give him some information 
concerning, the true faith and the 
power of Spain. Pizarro saw that 
his opportunity had come. He wax- 
ed his scarf, a signal gun was Bred, 
and with fierce battle cries the Span- 
iards rushed from all sides upon the 
unhappy Peruvians. The scene that 
followed is thus described by an old 

The shouts, the blaze and smoke 
of firearms, the terrible del mationSj 
the sight of pluhging horses and their 
riders, with the sudden fury of the 
onset, paralyzed with terror the mul- 
titude of unarmed attendant?, who 
fell the victims of a horrible n - 
sai-re. The Inca was seized and borne 
off a captive. And yet the pursuit 

arid slaughter did not' cease until 
thousands of panic-stricken and de- 
fenseless Peruvians had been slain, 
and more prisoners had been taken 
than were required to provide every 
Spaniard with a retinue of servants. 

Atahualpa was taken captive, but 
offered to fill a large room with ves- 
sels of gold as a ransom, if he were 
liberated. The golden treasure soon 
began to come in on the backs of the 
Indians — goblets, vases, salvers, mas- 
sy plates, and tiles from the walls of 
palaces and temples. Some of these 
objects weighed several pounds, and 
many of them were very artistic. But 
they were all ruthlessly melted into 
ingots to be divided among the con- 
querors. Gold to the value of more 
than seventeen million dollars, mea- 
sured by our modern standard, was 
thus secured, besides a vast amount 
of silver. 

Pizarro proved himself to be abso- 
lutely faithless, for instead of free- 
ing the Inca he caused him to be 
executed, after being tried by a mili- 
tary court of his enemies. 

It would not be very profitable to 
follow further battles of Pizarro. 
He succeeded in subduing the entire 
country and became the autocratic 
rider. He came to a v ■ id at 

the hands of ; assassins in 1535. His 
1'asi word was ''Jesu," ; and his last' 
as to stoop arid make the svm- 
i mc "cross with his finger on 
the bloody floor. 

It would seem that, according to 

the ideas of his time, he was very 

religious man, but it was a religion 

.ins ami ceremonies only. There 

is danger of the same kind of per- 



funetory and formal piety today. 
He showed none of the spirit of 
Christ in his conduct. Greed of gold 
and ambition for power seem to have 
possessed him. The best that can be 
said of this extraordinary man is 

that he was courageous, persistent 
and aggressive, but on the other hand 
he was cruel, avaricious and per- 
fidious, exhibiting none eof the quali- 
ties of a s'reat ruler. 


(The Citizen.) 

North Carolina has advanced such 
a considerable distance on the road 
of Progress, has come so far in a 
short time after starting its journey, 
that it is justified in congratulating 

But there is potential danger in 
this self-satisfaction ; 'the applause 
of others is soft music to our ears, 
but we need beware of the sugges- 
tion that we have arrived at the end 
of our journey, or that at worst it 
is but a few easy steps beyond. We 
have not reached our goal — we have 
a long way yet to go on the road of 
civic endeavor. 

We must brace ourselves for a 
greater effort than we have yet made 
— there is a long stretch of road be- 
tween us and the advance registered 
by some other States. It is wise to 
admit this fact; progress can be 
made only by facing stern realities 
and not ignoring them. In some 
ways we are emphatically not the 
most advanced State. 

The University News Letters 
shows this in this brief summary 
comparing the home conveniences of 
North Carolina with those of Iowa: 

Of the one thousand farm homes 
surveyed in North Carolina, six had 
washing machines, nine had running 

water, nine had bathtubs, six had in- 
door toilets, ten had kitchen sinks, 
and so on. 

In Iowa 760 out of one thousand 
would have Avashing machines, 450 
running water, 530 bathtubs, and so 
on. Contrast the conveniences found 
in North Carolina farm homes with 
farm homes in Iowa. 

No more important matter calls 
for North Carolina's consideration 
than bringing about a situation 
where the rural homes shall have 
such conveniences. Governor Locke 
Craig realized this need when he ex- 
pressed the hope that he would live 
to see the day when the farm hous- 
es of North Carolina should have 
running water and bath rooms. 

Governor Craig realized that such 
material things had more than a ma- 
terial value. They tend to make the 
home — in these days people regard 
a home as something more than a 
walled and roofed house which will 
protect them against rain and cold. 
They know a cave will do this — and 
they have passed the cave age. If 
their houses lack home adjuncts they 
are tempted to go where these are 
obtainable. Hence the exodus from 
country to city. 





Copper was first used five thou- 
sand years before Christ was born. 
The Romans found copper on the 
island of Cyprus in the Mediterrane- 
an sea. It was called Cyprum and 
our word copper was derived from 
that word. 

The Indians used Copper in Amer- 
ica before the White men came. 
They used Copper because it Avas 
easy to hammer into different forms. 

Copper played an important part 
in the World War. The Germans 
even collected door-knobs and cook- 
ing utensils to make into munitions 
of war. 

In the United States Arizona ranks 
first, Montana second, Michigan third 
and Utah fourth in the production of 
copper. Half the world's supply of 
copper comes from the United States 
or two billion tons which is valued 
at about $500,000,000. 

Different metals are made from 
Copper. Dutch metal for instance, 
is made from eleven parts of Copper 
and two parts of zinc. Bronze is 
made from copper and tin. 

If you should go to a Copper mine 
you would notice a large shaft house 
in which is a small room usually 
about 15 by 25. The shaft is slant- 
ing downward so as do take off some 
of the pressure. The tunnels are 
about one hundred feet apart and 
every tunnel has a little room in 
which are little stations where there 
are five extinguishers and also first- 
aid kits and telephones. 

The Copper is put into large bins 
with a small chute near the bottom 


through which the ore drops on to a 
screen, through which the smaller 
pieces pass to a belt below. The 
large pieces go down between two 
large jaw-crushers which smashes it 
into smaller pieces which in turn 
falls on the belt below. 

This belt distributes it on to an- 
other screen through which the small- 
er pieces pass into a desliming cone. 
The larger pieces go between another 
crusher of another type which is 
called the Roll crushers. From here 
it drops into the same desliming cone. 
The waste goes off into a pipe while 
the copper with some Avaste and rock 
goes down on to a table over which 
runs some water which takes most of 
the waste down into a waste pipe. 
The name of this table is the Wilfley 
table. From this the pipe contain- 
ing copper goes down into the Flo- 
tation machine which is an appara- 
tus which has water and oil mixed. 
The waste or non-metallic earth sinks 
to the bottom, the metalic sand thus 
obtained contains the last of the cop- 
per in the ore, and goes to be roast- 
ed with the concentrate" previously 
obtained. It is put through the 
Vacuum Filter and then into the 
top of the Roasting Furnace where 
there are hollow arms of steel in 
which is steam to burn out the sul- 
pher from the copper. Then it pass- 
es out of the bottom of the furnace 
from six small tubes into a tank with 
pipes at both ends. At one end a 
blast of air blows over these tubes 
and carries sla^ int othe pipe at the 
other end of the tank and the cop- 


per which, is heavier goes to the bot- stamped and laid aside for Bhip- 
tom purified. It then Aoavs into ment. — Selected. 
molds where it cools quickly : It is 


We have realized God's promise 

In the auburn of the corn, 

We have read it in the pumpkin's 

Priceless gold, 

We have seen it in the hazy, 

Misty, glory of the morn, 

On the hill-tops where the noon-tide 

Tints unfold; 

We have seen it clearly written 

In the heavy-loaded wain, 

We have read it in the overflowing hive, 

In the morning, in the evening, 

In the sunshine and the rain, 

'Til the heart declares 'tis great 

To be alive. 

We have heard it in the harping 

Of the frosty, bracing breeze, 

We have seen it in the nodding 

Golden rod, 

We have heard it softly whispered 

From the heavy laden trees, 

And the cracking of the milk-weed's 

Fluffy pod, 

We have felt it in the pulsing 

Of each artery and vein — 

Thrills of life with which no sorrow 

Dares to strive, 

We have read it in the sunshine 

And the clatter of the rain 

'Till the cries out, '"Tis great 

To be alive." 



By Stanley Armstrong. 

A number of hogs wore killed last the institution on last Friday morn- 
Week, ing, owing to the death of his'grand- 

mother. He went to Concord. 

Some of the boys on the work force 

have been cutting- wood. Mr. Jesse C. Fisher, Assistant-Su- 

perintendent, spent the week-end in 

The boys had sausage for dinner Whiteville. He is visiting his fath- 

last Sunday. er-in-law. 

David Yorke, former student at 
the J. T. S., was a visitor at the in- 
stitution last week. 

Some of the boys on the afternoon 
work force, picked cotton last Thurs- 

A number of boys have been prac- 
ticing speeches during the past few 

Some of the barn boys have been 
plowing and harrowing during the 
past few days. 

New basketball goals were put up 
last Friday afternoon. These are of 
better quality than the old ones. 

The boys in the afternoon school 
section have had a number of good 
soccer games during the past week. 

"We have had several good warm 
days during the past week. Some of 
the days were warm enough to keep 
the boys from wearing their jack- 

Alwyn Shinn, member of the elev- 
enth cottage, was called away from 

Ernest Brown, Bill Billings, Frank 
Petus, Fleming, Clinton and Herbert 
Floyd, were made happy last Wed- 
nesday with a visit from relatives 
and parents. 

Elniar Oldham, member of the 
eleventh cottage, was called away 
from the institution last Tuesday 
afternoon, owing to the death of his 
father. He went to Durham. 

Rev. W. C. Lyerly, pastor of the 
Reformed Church, of Concord, con- 
ducted the servces in the auditorium 
last Sunday afternoon. He took for 
his Scripture Lesson from John 4th 
chapter. He talked mostly about 
"God is Love." Everyone present 
enjoyed the sermon and would like to 
hear Kev. Lyerly again. 

The officials of the institution are 
grateful to Mr. Herman Cone, of 
Greensboro, for the bale of Hickory 
Shirting Cloth, that he so generously 
contributed to the institution. This 
cloth will be used to make shirts for 
the boys. We thank Mr. Cone for 
the generous gift. 

The Training School basketball 



team, again came out the victor in 
the clash between the Winecoff School 
basketball team. The score for the 
afternoon was a large one, being 38 
to 8. The boys played the game well. 
John Seagle was counted the hero of 
this game, shooting a total of 10 goals 

for a total of 20 points, and Doy 
Hagwood shooting 5 goals for a total 
of 10 points. So far, it looks like 
we are going to. have a good basket- 
ball team. The team is under the di- 
rection of Mr. G. L. Simpson. 


Two brothers and two sisters were sent to a city prison by a judge 
in a neighboring state because they failed to contribute to the support 
of their indigent mother. 

Each of the quartet appeared in court fashionably dressed. Each owns 
a motor car and all are prosperous, living well in comfortable homes. 
Yet none of them would take their 80-year-old mother into their home. 

Last June the homeless and hopeless mother was taken to the county 
infirmary. And not one of her sons and daughters would contribute 
the small sum of $2 a week to suport her even in the poor house. 

The judge reminded the ungrateful children of their mother's jour- 
ney into the valley of death to give them birth, of her countless sacri- 
fices and of her loving care to rear them to maturity. But they were 

Then he fined each of them $25 and sent all of them to the workhouse 
for three months. Words almost failed him when he tried to tell the 
wretches what he thought of them. But he did manage to call them 
brazen and shameless. He might have gone much further and still not 
scratched the surface. — Reidsville Review. 


South Bound 

No. 29 2:35 A. M. 

31 6:07 A. M. 

11 8:05 A. M. 

33 8:25 A. M. 

45 3:55 P. M. 

135 8:35 P. M. 

35 10:12 P.M. 

North Bound 

No. 30 2:00 A. M. 

136 5:00 A. M. 

36 10:25 A. M. 

46 3:15 P. M. 

34 4:43 P.M. 

12 7:10 P. M. 

32 8:36 P. M. 

40 9:28 P.M. 

Tor further information apply to 

M. E. Woody, Ticket Agent 
Southern Railway, Concord, N. C. 



VOL. XIV CONCORD. * T c^eC^ *' -3, 1925 No. 4 


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* The weather-vane turns whichever way the wind *£ 

% blows. It is unfortunate when individuals and or- * 

*> ganizations are like the weather-vane. You can <* 

♦I* ♦*•*■ 

♦ never tell what they will do, neither will they ' ' stay f 

% put" when they have announced a certain plan or % 

% policy. The successful people are those who have *£ 

jf* been consistent for a long period of years. Con- * 

♦> sistency, of the right moral fibre, never lost a man ♦ 

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♦ either friend or position. Such a man can be count- * 
*♦♦ *v 
♦I* ed on to do the right thing every time. The same * 

|* is true of business organizations, having a policy |* 

|* that is right and just. In comparison, consider the * 

*> weather-vane type of organizations, doing business ♦ 

* one way today and some other way a short while ♦> 
X later. In the words of Lord Byron — "As soon seek %, 
|* roses in December; ice in June; hope constancy in |* 
*** wind; or corn in chaff. "■ — Old Hurrygraph. * 







Old Hurrygraph 





Charlotte S. Fredrickson 



Eugene Ashcraft 



Florence Isaacson 





S. A. Ashe 






James Hay, Jr. 



Ella Shannon Bowles 



Dr. J. W. Holland 



Julia W. Wolfe 





Stanley Armstrong 


The Uplift 



The Authority of the Stonewall Jackson Manual Training and Industrial 

School. Type-setting by the Boys Printing Class. Subscription 

Two Dollars the Year in Advance 

JAMES P. COOK, Editor, J. C. FISHER, Director Printing Department 

Entered as second-class matter Dec 4, 1920, at the Post Office at Concord, 
N. C, under act of March 3, 1879. Acceptance for mailing at special rate 
of 4, 1923. 


December's quite the happiest child 
Who in the round year lives. 

He carries Christmas in his arms, 
And gives and gives and gives! 



Read "Zealot" in this issue. It is the observation and analysis of Mr. 
James Hay, Jr., one of the brilliant editorial contributors to the Asheville 

Just off-hand one may think of a zealot as merely a visionary and un- 
certain human specimen. When you have followed Mr. Hay's treatment 
of the subject, you will doubtless have an entirely different opinion of a 
zealot. Of course, George Washington was a zealot — he thought and fought 
for American Independence; Patrick Henry was a zealot, or else he would not 
have courted death rather than subjection to English rule; Woodrow Wilson 
was a zealot, or he would not have' destroyed his physical man in fighting for 
a "World Peace;" Chas. B. Ayeock was a zealot, or he would not have sac- 
rificed his health and earning capacity to preach the gospel of universal edu- 
cation among his people ; the late James William Cannon was a zealot, or else 


there would never have been attached to his name the just credits in the 
terms, master builder, industrial captain, town and man builder. 
Let us have more zealots. 


This writer announces the death of his only surviving brother, John Cook, 
of the St. John's neighborhood of this county. He fell dead in his yard 
on the afternoon of the fifteenth. 

He was in his 79th year; he answered the call of his state at the age of 
seventeen when the War Between the States was on; they say he was a fine 
soldier; he lived for over fifty years by the "side of the road" — leading- 
out to the goodly village of Mt. Pleasant — and was a friend to his fellows; 
a systematic and successful farmer; his schedule in life was as regular as a 
clock; he missed only four times, during these fifty years, going to his market 
twice a week, Tuesdays and Saturdays, spending a few hours and back home; 
was interested in the things that enhanced living and the betterment of 
conditions; did his duty as a loyal member of the Christian church; and at- 
tended to his own business and left alone that of others. 

Polks say that he was a good citizen, and it is not difficult to accept this 

estimate of the departed. 

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It may be because men grow old that deaths about them strike them as 
becoming more frequent. In this year, however, it seems almost certain that 
more deaths among the aged and the important have occurred. The pub- 
lic press daily carries the, sad news of the departure of some conspicuous fig- 
ure in our state — conspicuous character, not from high office, high honors, 
or great influence, but just for honesty, uprightness and good citizenship. 

In youth only the future with its potentialites and the joys thereof blind 
one to the possibilities and probabilities of death. But with 1 the older ones 
there is a small voice that taps at our door, reminding us' of the uncertainty 
of life and the certainty of death. 


There is entertained the fear that the United States government may want, 
under the inheritance law, to claim a tax of ten millions of dollars from the 
Duke Foundation, which, if the government's contention prevails, will divert 


no little of the great fund from the glorious mission for which the Founda- 
tion was made. 

Dr. W. S. Rankin, director of the Hospital Section of this Foundation, has 
interviewed Senator Simmons about the matter. Some congressional legis- 
lation may be required to clear up the question. 


Stonewall Circle, St., King's Daughters, Concord $ 10.00 

Col. A. H. Boydeu, Salisbury 5.00 

Mr. A. W. Klemme, High Point 5.00 

Ward Grocery Company, Concord - 50.00 

J. C. dwell, Charlotte 5.00 

Mr. Herman Cone, Greensboro 25.00 

H. I. Woodhouse, Concord 5.00 

Mr. and Mrs. L. D. Jordon, Charlotte 10.00 

Mr. and Mrs. M. C. Alexander, Charlotte 5.00 

George U. Overcash, Mt. Utla, N. C. 5.00 

Mrs. Walter Davidson, Charlotte 5.00 

F. M. Youngblood and Co., Concord . . 25.00 

Hoover's, Concord 5.00 

A Friend 5.00 

Mrs. J. W. Cannon, Sr., Concord 10.00 

W. J. Swink, China Grove 10.00 

Silver Crocc Circle, Rockingham 10.00 

County Commissioners, Guilford County 25.00 

;;: t\: sfc % :£ jj: s[s jj; * * * si! 


His local friends and scores throughout the state are interested in an 
announcement issued from Marion, 1ST C. Mr. and Mrs. Daniel Edwards 
Hudgins have issued invitations to the marriage of their daughter, Sara 
Josephine, to Judge John Montgomery Oglesby. 

Miss Hudgins is a most attractive and talented young woman. Judge Og- 
lesby, himself a conspicuously strong character, a pleasing personality, and 
has made already a fine record in the state's judicial department, is con- 
gratulated in the manner which fortune has in smiling upon him. 

State Treasurer B. R. Lacy has made another trip to and returned from 


New York. His experience this time seems novel, in that he came back 
feeling gay over escaping illness. The genial treasurer is really becoming 
adjusted to that miserable atmosphere on Manhattan. 

North Carolina has no trouble, it seems, in selling advantageously her bonds 
for road and school development. These bonds are no burden to the tax- 
payer. They carry themselves in increased advantages and opportunities. 
It is like eating your cake and still having it. 

The Uplift is rejoicing over, the contribution to our Boys' Christmas Fund. 
It has reached pleasing size, but not yet large enough to give 440 live, hearty 
folks a full and complete "Merry Christmas." 



By Old Hurrygraph. 

A Durham lady said she admired 
a certain Durham gentleman, because 
he was such a ' ' quiet dresser. ' ' 
Man, alive ! She should hear him 
when he loses a. collar button. Quiet 
dresser ! A boiler factory is a quiet 
place when he cannot find that but- 

I was asked the other day ' ' what had 
become of the old-fashioned girl who 
wore her hair in a plat down her 
back. ' ' I guess she has gone to 
keep a date with the fellow who 
stuffed his trousers in high boots ; 
wore a big red neck-tie, and rode 
around with a horse and buggy. 

Before electricity came to be used 
so universally, a great many people 
lost their lives by blowing out the 
gas. Now-a-days people lose their 
lives by stepping on it. 

Every young man starting out in 
life should remember that his job is 
as little or as big as he himself makes 
it. And, also, that no one but him- 
self can put himself down and out. 

The fliver is more like a rattle 
snake than anything mechanical 
that I know of. It rattles before 
it strikes. 

Of all the automobile accidents 
that take place on Sunday, I have 
yet to hear of one occurring due to 
people hurrying to church. 

So many people talk about the 
'"'good old times." The old times 

were good times, in their time. But 
these times are different from the 
fact tha tthere are now so many more 
ways for a fellow to make a fool of 


Fashion is as whimsical as a kit- 
ten, or a young girl out the first 
time with her beau. Following the 
war of the states, there were the 
balloon skirts, and the balloon 
sleeves.- Now we have the balloon 
tires, the balloon breeches and the 
balloon overcoats. If it should 
ever get to the stage of balloon heads, 
this will sure be a swell generation. 

Were Patrick Henry living today, 
I imagine he would say something 
like this : ' ' Give me liberty, or give 
me a place to park." 

One of the most embarrassing in- 
cidents in my life, as I ruminate, and 
at the same time one of the most 
ludicrous, was when I resided in 
Oxford, in my youthful and "gos- 
ling days." Along about that time 
the late sheriff William A. Philpott, 
who lived on the southeastern edge 
of town, had several very attractive 
daughters. James A. Davis, of Flat 
river, a brother of the late W. A. 
Davis, of Oxford Torchlight fame, 
engaged me to take him over to the 
sheriff's home to meet these young 
ladies. We went over one evening. 
It had rained that day, and we wore 
overshoes in order to retain the shine 
upon our patten-leathers. We were 
cordially met by the younger daugh- 
ter, who piloted us into the house. 


In the hallway to the front door we 
proceeded to take off our overshoes. 
Facing the front door, in the hall was 
a door leading into the basement. It 
seemed, from subsequent events, tiiat 
this door was not properly latched 
to make it fast. Jim DaA-is backed 
himself up to this door to steady 
himself on one foot, while he remov- 
ed an overshoe from the other. Miss 
Philpott was aggreeably entertaining 
her guests in jolly conversation, when 
all of a sudden that door flew open 
and Jim Davis was swallowed up in 
the darkness; disappeared like a 
phantom. All that was left of him 
upstairs was one overshoe at the en- 
trance. Consternation seized us with 
horror. Davis rolled backward down 
the stairway to a landing like a ball 
going down a ten-pin alley. We 
expected to find him injured; but 
he was on big feet, coming up like 
a bucket out of a well, when a light 
was brought and Ave could penetrate 
the darkness of the basement. He 
came up smiling, and apologized for 
''Falling from (Miss) Grace," and 
said that he sometimes took off his 
overshoes in that way — but not often. 
Jim was a witty fellow, and, that 
backward spring did not dim his 
scintillations. Sunshine and clouds. 
The sadness o 'erspreading this epi- 
sode, to me, is the fact that all of 
the actors and connected with it, ex- 
cept myself, have "passed over the 
river," and they live only memory. 

The Christmas spirit of "Good 
Will" to give and help the worthy 
needy has already gripped the Christ- 
ian-hearted people of Durham like 
the steel trap that snaps and holds 
whatever touches its spring. Charity 

objects are being investigated in or- 
der that the gifts may go to the 
legitimately worthy ones. Some 
cases that have been reported have 
been looked into and while they ack- 
nowledged the needs of some of the 
necessities of life, they Avere found to 
haA'e radios in their homes — reA T eling 
in the realm of the air; listening to 
the messages in the air, and the pro- 
grams the world over — living on air 
as it Avere, while physical needs lan- 
guished. Others had automobiles 
and rode about, Avhile they confessed 
they Avere unable to invite . Santa 
Clans to eA'en look into their homes. 
The question with those seeking to 
help is : Are these eases really objects 
of charity and Christmas gifts? I 
won't say. But I do say this: Those 
Avho deserve the most should be given 
the most. Conditions, like circum- 
stances, alter cases. 

One youthful baseball fan's excuse 
has vanished. A teacher saAv one of 
her boys sitting idle in school during 
the writing period. Said she: 
"Marcellus, why are you not writ- 
ing?" And Marcellus replied, "I 
ain't got no pen." Then the teacher 
wanted to know, "Where's your 
grammar?" "She's dead," quickly 
replied the youthful Marcellus, in- 
nocent of any Avrong construction 
on the word 'grammar." 

As the toad said to the grasshop- 
per: "Do your Christmas hopping 

It is estimated that every half 
hour in this country someone is 
killed in an automobile accident, 
showing that cucumbers and mince 


pies are not the most dangerous tic the dog is far ahead of some hu- 
menaces flesh is heir to. man heings. 

It is noticed that persons who don't 
even know "whether or not it's going 
to rain or blizz tomorrow will declare 
positively about what's going to hap- 
in world affairs months and years 
from now. 

A self-made wealthy man recently 
stated that the best receipt for get- 
ting ahead in the world was, "Learn 
to live on your last week's salarv. " 

Bow legs, says a scientist, is a 
sign of courage. It certainly must 
be in these days of abbreviated skirts. 
It does not take much of a scientist 
to observe that fact. 

Say what you please about a dog: 
run him down; regard him as one of 
the lowest species of a living thing, 
but there is one thing as sure as the 
sun rises and sets. He is one friend 
who will not desert you when your 
money is gone. In this characteris- 

I am going to have a happy Christ- 
mas — am already having it- It 

comes from so many expressions, 
from different sources, from people 
in all ranks of life, who say they 
"enjoy so much your 'Rambling 

Around;' "I get so much pleasure 
and help out of your 'Rambles," and 
many other such kind an apprecia- 
tive expressions. This does me good. 
My feeble efforts are not in vain. 
If there is pleasure and help in my 
rambling thoughts to one appreciative 
soul, it is my reward. It makes me 
happy this Christmas. 


A barber in Moscow. 

Horse doctor in Detroit. 

Killing the fleas on a goldfish. 

Keeping flies off a snow roan. 

Sweeping leaves from a hall tree. 

Digesting the hole of a doughnut. 

Being nightwatchman on a sun-dial. 

To be captain of the Swiss navy. 

Keeping the dust off Niagra Falls. 

Manager of an ice house in Africa. 

Driving a street-sprinkler in Venice. 

Assistant lineman for a wireless company. 

Bathing suit censor on the Sahara Desert. 

Keeping the grass cut at the North Pole. 

Gathering the eggs that a rooster lays. 

Running a clothes-pressing business for Zulus. 

The Humorous Editor of the Congressional Record. 

Coaching the Glee Club in a deaf and dumb school. 



From the Land of the blue, 
To the Land of the Gray, 
She is speeding and greeting, 
By the railroad Highway. 

From the land of the gray, 
Back again the same way though; 
She's returning with yearning, 
To the Land of the blue. 

Thus this grand passenger train, 
Makes the two way run; 
From the Lands of snows, 
To the Lands of sun. 

The Crescent Limited, the fine new 
Southern train, is now equipped from 
end to end with magnificent new 
equipment, the thirty-five cars mak- 
ing' up the five trains required for 
this service which were built by the 
Pullman Company especially for it 
and given the names of honored 
southerners nominated by the govern- 
ors of the seven southern states 
through which the train operates, be- 
ing now regularly in service between 
New York and New Orleans. 

The Pullman equipment of each 
train consists of five 10-section, 2- 
drawing room ears; observation car 
containing two drawing rooms and 
three compartments, women's loung- 
ing room with connecting lavatory 
and shower bath, and commodious 
observation salon, and club car con- 
taining men's bath room and lava- 
tory, buffet, writing desk, tables for 
periodicals, smoking room provided 
with chairs, lounge and two sections 
giving a seating capacity of 28, and 

— Marshall S. Smith. 

30-foot baggage room. 

These ears represent the newest at- 
tainment toward perfection in the 
art of car designing and building. 
They are of all-steel construction and 
equipped with the latest protective 
devices contributing to the safety of 
passengers. Their interior arrange- 
ments is such as to surround pas- 
engers with an atmophere of beauty 
and elegance while many comforts 
are provided, appealing particularly 
to those traveling long distances. 
Attractive Color Scheme. 

The interior of all the cars are 
treated with solid colors in green 
tones, the line and scroll ornamenta- 
tion being in gold and color. The 
panellings of the observation cars are 
in tan with gold line and multi-color- 
ed scroll ornamentation. In the club 
cars the panelling is in" darker green 
with line and scroll ornamentation 
in brown and gold. 

In the bodies of the cars, the com- 
partments and drawing rooms the 



floors are covered with padded ear- 
pets worked in greens, blue, tan and 
rose on a black ground. A large dia- 
mond pattern with central figure is 
used; in the club and observation 
cars and a flowered design in the oth- 
er cars. The aisles are floored Avith 
3-inch rubber tiles in black and 

The drawing rooms, compartments 
and sections are uphostered in . mo- 
hair plush of green on a gold ground 
with a small depressed pile pattern. 
The sections seat-ends are of a new 
attractive design in green edged with 
tan and ornamented Avith gold lines. 
The bench-seats in the men's lava- 
tories in the sleeping cars and the 
walnut frame chairs, the large over- 
stuffed lounges and the sections in 
the smoking rooms of the club cars 
are upholstered in hand-crushod 
green tone leather. 

The window curtains are faced Avith 
a green ground fabric patterned in 
gold and have a patterned fringe in 
harmonizing color. The center 
lighting fixtures have ornamental 
back plates, finished light statuary 
bronze. The bracket fixtures are of 
a similar finish in harmonizing de- 
signs and the bowls and shades of all 
the lighting fixtures are of iridescent 
glass. The lavatory equipment 
throughout the train is of porcelain. 
The shoAver baths for women in the 
observation car and for men in the 
club car have porcelain tubs and are 
A-es for regulating the temperature 
equipped with improved mixing val- 
of the water. 

Observation and Club Cars 

The chairs and tables in the Avom- 
en's lounging rooms and in the main 

salons of the observation cars are 
made of reed and ai - e of varying de- 
igns, attractively colored. The chairs 
haA T e soft loose cushions, coA T ered 
with multi-colored floAvered pattern- 
ed fabric. The periodical tables 
have covers of the same fabric with 
ornamental braided edging and are 
equipped with bronze table lamps 
with silk shades. 

The writing desks at the forward 
ends of the observation rooms are 
of walnut and are fitted with recept- 
acles for stationery and provided 
Avith bronze combined desk lamps and 
and ink stands. On the partitions 
aboA^e the desks are mirrors in Aval- 
nut frames of attractive designs. On 
either side .of each mirror is a bronze 
candelabra with ornamental half 

The periodical tables in the smok- 
ing rooms of the club cars are of wal- 
nut in an attractive design and are 
provided with braided edge leather 
covers and attractive metal lamps 
Avith mica shades. The buffet is com- 
pletely equipped with refrigerator 
and other facilities for serving min- 
eral waters and other drinks. Elec- 
tric irons and other facilities for 
pressing clothes are provided for the 
use of the valets in charge of the 
club cars. 

The names selected for these ears 
are those of five notables from each 
of the seven states as follows : 

ALABAMA— William Wyatt Bibb- 
William Rufus King, Edmund W. 
Pettus, John T. Morgan, Joseph 

GEORGIA— Robert Toombs, Alex- 
ander H. Stephens, Henry D. Me- 



Daniel, Joel Chandler Harris, Henry 
W. Grady. 

LOUISIANA — Francois Xavier 
Martin, W. C. C. Claiborne, John 
Slidell, P. G. T. Beauregard, Fran- 
cis T. Xicholls. 

MISSISSIPPI— George Poindext- 
er, William L. Sharkey, Benjamin 
Grubb Humphreys, L. Q. C. Lamar, 
Edward Cary Walthall. 


Davidson, Thomas Ruffin, John M. 
Morehead, Zebulon B. Vance, Robert 
F. Hoke. 

Moultrie, Francis Marion, John Rut- 
ledge, Andrew Pickens, Wade Hamp- 

VIRGINIA— George Wythe, Pat- 
rick Henry, John Marshall, Robert 
E. Lee, ' ' Stonewall ' ' Jackson. 

Sing the little clouds away 
When they gather near; 

Frowns are never known to stay 
When the smiles appear. 


By Charlotte S. Perkinson. 

It is upon the very old but excel- 
lent formula of success of industry, 
thrift and faith in God that Mr. and 
Mrs. S. Gardner, of Warren county 
have chiefly relied in their fifty years 
of married life. 

Mr. Gardner is the oldest son of 
Thomas P. Gardner and a great 
grandson of Rev. Thomas P. Gard- 
ner, first pastor of Gardner's Church 
from whom it took its name. Mrs. 
Gardner was Sally Egerton, of near 
Littleton whose father, Thomas M. 
Egerton migrated to Texas forty-five 
years ago. Her mother was Finetta 
My rick. 

And if North Carolina had more 
farmers who like Mr. Gardner are 
ashamed to buy a load of feed, our 
State's economic situation would be 
far brighter. Some of the problems 
at least which perplex Dr Branson 

would be solved. For Mr. Gardner 
says that in the fifty years since he 
began farming on his own account 
he has never bought a load of hay 
and if he needs a piece of hay wire 
to mend anything with he has to go 
to a neighbor for it. 

One time he said his feed was get- 
ting low and his brother Jim who ran 
a supply business in Warrenton of- 
fered to give horn a load, but he told 
him he would be ashamed for folks 
to see him hauling it from town. 
Then the brothers offered to send it 
to Macon, a few miles from his home, 
but still he refused, feeling that some 
one would surely find it out and make 
him ashamed. Somehow he got 
through without buying any or ac- 
cepted his brother's generosity eith- 
er. Mr. Gardner is one of the few 
farmers in this section who raises 



wheat. "The day we were married 
I bought a barrel of flower in Peters- 
burg, ' ' said Mr. Gardner, and before 
that was gone niy crop was made, 
and while I won't say I have never 
bought andther barrel of flour, I will 
say that I have sold ten times more 
flour than I have bought." 

In addition to wheat he makes 
oats, from 65 to 100 barrels of corn 
a year, cotton and tobacco, always 
has a good garden, raises all his 
meat, keeps from 8 to 25 cows and 
of course enough teams to work his 

Never In Debt. 

Mr. Gardner says that he has nev- 
er been in debt for any amount, nev- 
er mortgaged anything and never 
borrowed more than $100 at a time 
but once, and that was Avhen he stood 
security for a man and lost $250 
which he had to borrow. He says 
but for that experience, he believes 
he would be worth more than he is 
today because on account of it, he 
was afraid to take chances. 

He did not inherit anything from 
his parents, but bought the house in 
which he still lives and 50 acres of 
land with money he had saved clerk- 
ing for others and as time went on 
kept buying more land adjoining his 
first until he now has about four 
hundred acres. 

He has never speculated or derived 
any income other than from farming, 
except from raising a few cattle, and 
selling a little timber both of which 
I should say belong to the pursuit 
of agriculture. 

"How on earth did you manage 
to rear and educate all those children 
and not borrow anv money or £>'o in 

debt?" I asked sevral times. "Just 
worked hard and trusted in the Lord" 
he would answer. "I notified myself 
in the spring what our needs would 
be and usually met them or they were 
supplied, ' ' he continuer. 

Plenty and to Spare. 

He then told me that from the time 
Avhen he first married and a barrel 
of flour lasted a year to the time 
when all the children were at home 
growing up and a barrel lasted less 
than a month, he saw no difference. 
"Always made a living and had 
something to sell. Always had a 
plenty and some to spare. 

Mrs. Gardner makes all her own 
soap and says she has not seen the 
bottom of the tubs in many years. 
It is never out. And it is precious 
few times in fifty years that any but- 
ter has been purchased, I was told. 

All the daughters, except one, 
Miss Myrtis, who has been for ten 
years employed in a bank at Cape 
Charles, Virginia are harried. They 
are Mrs. T. V. Allen, of Warrenton : 
Mrs. Byrd Rawlings, of Richmond; 
Mrs. W. P. Bowers, of Littleton; 
Mrs. W. J. Parker, of Spring Hope; 
Mrs. H. B. Harris, of Macon and 
Mrs. Jesse Gardner of Churchill. 
Steward 43 Years. 

Mr. Gardner has been for 43 years 
a steward of the Methodist church 
and few quarterly meetings in all 
that time has he missed. .Noting his 
strong faith, I remai'ked ; ' ' Then you 
really believe that the Lord has had 
His hand in it all f " "I most sure- 
ly do, ' ' was his reply, and then just 
before I rose to go, after I had con- 
gratulated this devoted couple, on 
their successful fiftv vears toaether 



the tears came to Mr. Gardner's eyes, 
as he said : 

''I think she (meaning his wife) 
deserves as much as I do. She 's 
been good help. We Ye worked to- 
gether and more than half the morn- 
ings during these fifty years we've 
eaten our breakfasts together by lamp 

And then as Ave passed back, of 
Mrs. Gardner's chair he touched her 
head lightly and reverently, meaning 
for me to see that seventy-one years 
had brought no gray hairs. 

I askd how much sickness fifty 
years had brought and how much had 
gone for doctor's bills to which Mr. 
Gardner replied that Avith the excep- 
tion of helping one of his grown 
children defray a hospital bill rather 
vecently, he had probably not spent 
■^5.00 for doctors' or drug bills since 
their marriage. ' ' We have been a 
remarkably healthy family" he said 
"My wife has never had the doctor 
but twice in all these years, and then 
the old gentleman added, "I had my 
blood tested not long ago and the 
doctor said it was fine as silk. ' ' I 
had noticed a few minutes previously 
that he did not wish me to show any 
deference to his seventy-six years, 
upon insisting that I and not he take 
the mast comfortable chair. 

One real calamity has come to the 
Gardners in fifty years. It came in 
189:} when' a great forest fire broke 
out and the woods were on fire for 
miles around. The fire crept down 
upon them and it was doubtful at 
first if they could escape with their 
lives. All of t lie outhouses, corn, 
meat, flour and clothing of the fami- 
ly except that upon their backs Avas 

burned. Even the furniture and 
bedding was burned which had been 
taken out of the house thinking of 
course it would go too. The house 
did not burn, but that Avas all there 
Avas left and it empty. Mrs. Gard- 
ner Avith a ten days' old baby man- 
aged to make her Avay through the 
smoke to a clearing where her uncle 
Avas waiting to carry her to his house 
Avhere she remained until she regain- 
ed her strength and her home Avas 
made livable again. Even then, Mr. 
Gardner Avas found smiling when he 
had learned that none of his family 
Avere lost. 

"But Iioav did you make out 
then 1 ?" I asked again. "Did you 
have to borroAv money ? " " No, he 
ansAvered, and then the family told 
me of hoAv Avonderful the neighbors 
Avere in helping to put back the build- 
ings and in giving and lending them 
everything they needed until anoth- 
er crop Avas made, and of course Mr. 
Gardner had some money. I guess 
he has never been entirely without 
it. Too thrifty for that. 

Having seen a good many farmers 
with large families prosper consider- 
ably but rather on account of their 
children's labor and at the expense 
of theirbest interests, I noted that 
Mr. Gardner had not made this mis- 

"No." "We have never kept a 
child of ours out of school to work," 
lie said "unless perhaps after they 
Avere grown and in college one Avould 
stay at home a year in order for an- 
other to take his turn." 

At one time all eleven children 
were in school, either teaching or 
being; taught. 



Six of the girls attended Louis- 
burg- College. Two of the boys at- 
tended school in Raleigh. Simon, 
now Register of Deeds, spent three 
years at Trinity, and one at A. and 
E. The others who did not attend 
college finished at the old Warren- 
ton Academy unjder John Gjraham 
which was a pretty good education 
in itself. 

In speaking of educating his chil- 
dren, Mr. Gardner told of how he 
had three girls at Louisburg a-t one 
time and not enough money ahead to 
pay their board for one month, but 

by the time it was needed it came. 
' ' The Lord always provided, ' ' he 
said again. 

One son, B. W. Gardner is cashier 
of a Bank in Roxboro. H. M. Gard- 
ner is in the mercantile business in 
Georgia. Herbert is at home on the 
farm and Simon, already mentioned 
Avhen only about thirty years of age 
succeeded in defeating J. A. Dow- 
tin for more than twenty years Reg- 
ister of Deeds in "Warren County, and 
a man of large, prestige, in one of the 
hardest fought battles in the history 
of Warren County politics. 


SPARTANBURG, S. C. — The name of Abraham Lincoln was attacked 
for the second time Wednesday before the South Carolina convention of 
the United Daughters of the Confederacy. 

Following close upon the declaration Tuesday by Mrs. St. John A. 
Lawton, president general, that the martyred President did not deserve 
the appellation of "emancipator" because his freeing of the slaves was 
not dictated by kindness, James F. Byrnes, former representative in Con- 
gress from South Carolina, asserted that the war between the states 
was brought on by Lincoln's disregard of the constitution. 

"Had the Confederate government succedded in arms," Mr. Byrnes 
declared, "Lincoln would have been known to posterity as a man who 
regarded the constitution as a scrap of paper, and who in utter contempt 
the decisions of the supreme court of the United States violated the 
guaranteed rights of the sovereign states and brought on a war ex- 
ceeding in severity all that had preceded it." 




By Eugene 

It is not my desire to criticise 
any young man who is seriously 
preparing himself for life work and 
for self-support by attending high 
school or college, but are not all too 
many youth aimlessly pursuing a 
course that in the end may lead them 
to a blank wall or blind alley? 

In Union county last school year 
800 boys and girls graduated from 
high school — presumably 400 boys 
ami 400 0«irls. Suppose these young 
people should graduate from our col- 
leges, how many of the young men 
would want to enter the professions? 
Practically all, judging by the past 

Would any desire to reurn to the 
old farm ? None. 

Does Monroe, the county seat, need 
any more lawyers? Could double the 
number of our doctors make a living 
at their profession ? The harvest is 
great and workers few, but can we 
pay any more preachers? Do we 
need more and more school teach- 
ers? It takes lots of tax money to 
pay those we now have. 

On the other hand this county 
does need workers — not entirely 
brawn — but gray matter located just 
under where we daily hang our hats 
needs a little exercise. 

Every township in Union county 
needs its farm demonstration agent 
— an agronomist, if you please. And 
this is no reflection on our present 
splendid county agent who has en- 
tirely more work than he can possibly 

Then, why why, have not some 
of our young men taken a course in 


the science of cold storage? It is 
related that a poultry farmer in an 
adjoining county has a profit of $3,- 
000 in eggs placed on cold storage 
since last May. Eggs then were 22 
cents a dozen; now they are worth 
40 cents. 

Then, there is the lowly sweet 
'tater. These soon will be selling at 
50 to 75 cents a bushel. Next spring 
they will bring $2 per bushel. Dry 
houses for the keeping of this vege- 
table are simple — if one knows how 
it is done. How many of our young 
men know how to preserve yams? 

How many know how to properly 
cure hams? 

Eaising of poultry is an art if 
not a science. If one knows how 
there's money in chickens and eggs. 

The past summer has been exceed- 
ingly dry and hot. Supose a .young 
man had irrigated an acre or two of 
productive land along some running 
stream and grown vegetables ? A 
dam placed in some of our Union 
county streams would have cost but 
little and furnished all the water 
needed. Several hundred dollars' 
worth of ve.>>'etablees could have been 
worth of vegetables could have been 
produced on a very small plot of 

And there are many, many other 
callings open to a young man with 
vision. Should he not perfect him- 
self in some one thing he likes? 

It is not possible for a. person to 
become an expert in any line of en- 
deavor and not have acquired a liber- 
al education in other line,: as well. 

T>ut all too many young men ap- 



pear unwilling to pay fckf price of 
learning a trade or calling. They 
want jobs which will tide them over 
temporarily. Then, too, work should 
be avoided that is distasteful. 

Only recently a likely young fel- 
low asked for work in our print 
shop. "Do you want to follow the 
printing trade 1 " I asked him. 

"Why, no," said he, "I want a 
job at something in order that I 
may earn some money. What'il you 
gimme 1 ' ' 

"Can't use you at all," I told the 
young man. 
"Why not?" 

"Because you'd be wasting your 
own time and mine as well." 

But if the young man had had a 
good common school education, and 
really liked the printing business he 
could have made good. And that is 
the case in most lines of endeavor. 

To succeed in the coming years 
a young man must needs learn how 
to do at least one thing well. A hit 
and miss plan will get him nowhere. 
This is the age of the specialists. 

Look around you, young men, 
There never were in the history of 
the world so many fine opportunities 
- — if we could onlv see them. 


By Florence 

Little Princess Marie didn't like to 
go to bed, and sometimes she was 
very cross to nurse when nurse came 
to put her to bed. 

"Oh, if I just didn't have to go 
to bed." said the princess. "I would 
have so much time to play. I wish 
some good fairy would come and say 
that I could stay up all night, some 
night. ' ' 

When it was time to go to bed the 
princess was very much surprised 
that her mama did not send for 
nurse to come to put her to bed. 

Then, :from out a dark corner, 
there came dancing a happy little 
fairy. She had a dark-blue dress 
all trimmed with gold stars. She 
came softly up to the princess and 
whispered, "I'm the all-night fairy, 
and I've come to let you stay up 
all night." 

The princess was so happy that 
she danced up and down. She and 


her fairy sang and danced around the 
fire, and the princess said she had 
never been so happy before. 

By and by, when they had been 
playing hard for a long time, the 
princess became tired and sleepy and 
couldn't dance as well as the fairy, 
so the fairy called her a sleepy-head 
and laughed at her. 

The princess didn't like to be call- 
ed a sleepy-head, so she roused her- 
self and danced again. But pretty 
soon she became so sleepy that she 
could not dance any more. 

' ' Well, sleepy-head, ' ' said the 
fairy, ' ' we '11 sit down by the fire and 
I'll tell you a story, but you must 
listen and promise not to get sleepy. 

The princess promised that ,she 
wouldn't get sleepy and that she 
would listen, for she just loved 
stories. So the fairy told a lovely 
story and then started another, but 
when she looked at the princess, the 



princess was nodding just like a 

' ' Wake up ! ' ' said the fairy, giv- 
ing- the princess a good shake. ''I 
don't believe you were listening to 
my story at all, and you were going 
to sleep, you sleepy-head." 

' ' Oh, I 'm so sleepy ! ' ' yawned the 
princess, "but I'll try to listen." 

So the fairy went on with her 
lovely story, but in a moment she 
noticed that the princess was nod- 
ding again. 

• ' Oh, Princess ! ' ' exclaimed the 
fairy indignantly, "I think you are 
very impolite. You said you wanted 
to stay up all night and play, so I 
came to play with you, and then you 
keep going to sleep.' - ' 

"But I'm sleepy!" cried the prin- 
cess. "I can't wake up. I want to 

go to bed. ' ' 

' ' Well, if you don ? t wake up and 
stay awake," said the fairy, "I'll 
send for my servant. He stands be- 
hind sleepy-heads and pinches them 
when they nod, and if they don't 
stay awake then, he sticks a pin into 
them every time they nod, and that 
always keeps them awake." 

"Oh, dear fairy," sobbed the prin- 
cess, "please go away and let nurse 
put me to bed, and I'll never ask to 
stay up all night again." 

"All right, Princess Sleepy-head," 
laughed the fairy, "I'm going out to 
play with the crickets. They never 
get sleepy." 

The next thing the princess knew, 
nurse was putting her to bed. Oh, 
how good it Avas to be able to go to 
sleep. — Selected. 


By S. A. Ashe. 

Civilization seems to move in cycles 
three generations making a cycle ; 
and four hundred years a great cycle. 
While a thousand years bring a 

One cycle appears to have been 
completed in Massachusetts when 
Emerson was a young man and The 
Newness was idealized. An associa- 
tion, it is said, took possession of the 
Puritan state. The movement was 
at first only a revolt against some 
rigorous church doctrfines of that 
community. But when it got well 
under way, the momentum carried it 
into fields of iicav thought, The New- 
ness became a revolt against all the 
regulations instituted by the experi- 

ence of man. The laws, the Consti- 
tution., the restrictions of civiliza- 
tion were all wrong. Cooks and 
chambermaids along Av'itJh literary 
ladies and high-browed philosophies 
adopted the new cult. Among the 
adherents were Emerson and Thor- 
cau — and particularly is mentioned 
a lady whose name I forbear to re- 

An. account of The Newness will 
be found in The Century Magazine, 
published during the summer of 
1903.— as I recall. 

While the association permeated 
the entire State, there were only 
about half a dozen ' ' farms ' ' where 
members assembled. Of these the 



most noted was Brook Farm; and 
although the bars of human expe- 
rience -were thrown down in all, yet 
at Brook Farm the men and women 
did not practice entirely Avhat they 
preached. They did not practice 
Free Love ! 

But there, as elsewhere, it was held 
that the Constitution, the laws, regu- 
lations, marriage, all were against 
natural reason, and the simple life. 

Three generations have passed, and 
again we hear that the bands that 
bind society have loosened. 

As Emerson and his Massachusetts 
friends in a few years abandoned The 
Newness and returned from their 

wild excursion back to the realm of 
established custom so we may expect 
that second thought will have a simi- 
lar effect at the end of this cycle. 

As the old song has it : 
"Let them alone and they will come 

home" all right. 

Yet one cannot but regret 'any 
sacrifice by the faiif sex of their 
maidenly modesty wherever that is 
a consequence of our present "New- 
ness. ' ' 

Woman's crown of glory, the deli- 
cate flower of perfect purity of 
thought — shrould ever adorn woman- 



This was the heading of a trench- 
ant article from the pen of Dr. Theo-. 
dore Cuyler, which read some years 
ago. If that preacher, who was a 
master in the art of driving truth 
home to the heart and the conscience, 
were living today, when discipline in 
the homes is fast passing and libertin- 
ism on the part of children in their 
teens is in full swing, he would have 
to double and treble his vigorous ef- 
forts to offset the ungovernable pas- 
sion for personal liberty. It is fool- 
ish, if not absurd, to expect the youth 
of today, amid surroundings and ad- 
vantages which the fathers and moth- 
ers of two generations ago could not 
have dreamed of, to be and feel 
and act as they did in their youth. 
We are living in a, world wonderfully 
new and tremendously enlarged, and 
conduct and customs which were 
suited to times and conditions two 
generations a°o would seem about as 

much out of fashion as the garbs 
worn by women in that day. 

But character is a 1 fixed and cer- 
tain quantity, however different the 
fashions in which it expresses itself. 
Obedience, respect and reverence for 
parents and superiors, modesty, tem- 
perance, purity, sincerity and truth- 
fulness are just as essential to Chris- 
tian character today as they were 
then. A self-willed son or daughter, 
who gives free rein to desires that 
are out of harmony with the will of 
God, is turning liberty into license 
and undermines what is essential to 
good character. The definition whieh 
many elders even give of personal 
freedom is the liberty to interfere 
with another's freedom. That sort 
of freedom is very much in the as- 
cendant and what it will lead to it 
is easy to foretell. There are not a 
few who apologize for the prevail- 
ing libertinism when thev should cast 



the weight of their influence against road where the precipice is, not on the 
it. A bishop recently spoke of Amer- side where the hill is ! People as 
iea as being ''beastly rich" and pre- they move along life's pathway are 
dieted that our libertine and luxurious not in danger of falling up, but the 
living Avas leading the nation to moral danger always is that they find it 

and spiritual ruin. That was putting 
the matter strongly enough, but it was 
better than to apologize for our lib- 
ertinism. It is, of course, easier to 
folloAv the line of least resistance and 
excuse popular dangerous tendencies. 
But it only aggravates the evils that 
should be boldly exposed and check- 
ed. Opportunities are only too nu- 

Build the Avail on the side of the 

easier to fall doAvn. Too many peo- 
ple, both young and old, like wild 
horses on the prairies, do not take to 
bit and bridle. They love to run hith- 
er and yon, and to choose a course 
of life that Ioioavs no such Avord as 
restraint. It still holds true: "He 
that ruleth his spirit is greater than 
he that taketh a city. ' ' That is good 
doctrine for any age. — Selected. 



A reader sends us a clipping from 
the Wall Street Journal, an editorial 
in fact, which is a uniquely frank ap- 
peal. We omit a paragraph instanc- 
ing two hold-ups and a $600,000 burg- 
lary in Avhicli the police department 
is accused of complicity. President 
Coolidge is quoted as folloAvs : 

' l Not the police power of the gov- 
ernment must be looked to as a rem- 
edy. All the efforts of the police 
power will be wasted if there is not 
a determination on the part of the 
people to observe the law. But laAvs 
cannot furnish that determination. 
It can come only from religion, upon 
which even government itself rests." 

The editorial continues: 

"It is a far-reaching statement 
to say that our liberties, government 
and whole social fabric rest upon the 
principles of the Christian religion. 
I '.nl President Coolidge is not alone. 

Many of the greatest of public men 
and Avriters have expressed the same 
thought, and from them a feAV selec- 
tions are here given : 

" 'Of all the dispositions and hab- 
its that lead to political prosperity, 
religion and morality are indispensa- 
ble supporters. A volume could not 
trace their connections with private 
and public felicity. ' — Washington. 

' ' ' Our ancestors founded their sys- 
tem of government on morality and 
religious sentiment. Whatever makes 
a man a good Christian makes him a 
better citizen. * * * If the people 
do not become religious I do not know 
Avhat is to become of us as a- na- 
tion.' — Daniel Webster. 

" 'Religion is the * * * founda- 
tion of society, and basis on which 
all true government rests, and from 
which power derives its authority, 
laAvs, their efficacy, and both their 



sanction. If it is once shaken by 
contempt, the whole fabric cannot be 
stable and lasting". ' — Burke. 

' ' ' No society can be upheld in hap- 
piness and honor without the senti- 
ment of religion. ' — Laplace. 

' ' ' Civilization, law, order, mora- 
lity, the family, all that elevates 
woman, blesses society or gives peace 
to nations, are the fruits of Chris- 
tianity. ' — Tyron Edwardjs. 

" 'We speak of our civilization, 
our arts, our freedom, our laws and 
forget how large a share is due to 
Christianity. Blot Christianity out 
of the page of man's history and 
what would his laws have been — 
what his civilization?' — Sir A. Park. 

" 'The great comprehensive truths, 
written in letters of living light on 
every, page of our history, are these : 
Human happiness has no security but 
freedom ; freedom none but virtue ; 
virtue none but knowledge; and 
neither freedom nor virtue has any 
vigor or immortal hope except in the 
principles of the Christian faith and 
in the sanctions of the Christian re- 
ligion. ' — Quincy. 

" 'Independent of its connection 
with human destiny hereafter, I be- 
lieve the fate of republican govern- 

ment is indissolubly bound up with 
the fate of Christian religion and 
that a people who reject its faith will 
And themselves the slaves of their 
own evil passions or of arbitrary 
power. ' — Lewis Cass. 

"And then we have the scene of 
a great criminal lawyer, himself an 
atheist, not long ago pleading for the 
lives of two youths who by their 
own confessions were guilty of mur- 
der. k They had no religious train- 
ing at home,' he said. 

"That lawyer unconsciously put 
his finger upon the sore spot. A 
large proportion of the crimes of 
today are committed by young peo- 
ple, the generation just coming on 
the stage of action. Perhaps they, 
too, 'had no religious training at 
home. ' Upon whom, then, rests a 
share of the responsibility of their 
crimes ? The Scriptures say : ' Let 
them learn first to show piety at 
home. ' We have our choice between 
more religious training around the 
family fireside or still more crime 
that may ultimately endanger our 
government. We must make the 
choice for ourselves. We cannot 
shirk it. Which shall it be?" 


In your paper recently you discused what constitutes profanity. 

The darkey preacher gave the clearest distinction between profane 
words. He chided a white friend who was using the words, damn, hell 
and their usual expletives. His friend replied that every word he had 
used was to be found in the Bible and he thought! to justify on that 
ground. The answer of the preacher cleaned him up when he said, "I 
know them words is all in the good book, but they ain't mixed up there 
like vou use them." — Francis D. Winston. 




By James Hay, Jr., 

What sort of people are these few 
— and what are they thinking about, 
and in Avhat long-dead, dusty and 
discarded age do they move — who 
sneer at Colonel William Mitchell as 
a "zealot" and "a fanatic?" 

According to the dictionary, a 
zealot is • ' an enthusiast ; one absorb- 
ed in devotion to anything; one who 
engages warmly in any cause and pur- 
sues his object with earnestness and 
ardor, ' ' altogether a charming and 
forceful individual, one who has good 
red blood coursing through his veins 
and a punch in each hand. 

That, we submit, is a detailed and 
convincing picture of this Colonel 
Mitchell who, because he knew that 
American aviation was in rotten -con- 
dition, went out to assail the mili- 
tary organization of his country and 
risked his soldier's career on the 
outcome of his fight. 

Such a performance appeals strong- 
ly to the average American. It is 
valor, color, dash, adventure and de- 
fiance. It is the stuff of which war- 
riors are made. It indicates self- 
abnegation, a hot and final resolve to 
slake all on the belief that one's 
convictions, being right, are bound to 
win in the end. 

There is a type of human being to 
whom the zealot does not appeal, to 
whom in fact the zealot seems a 
jolting and discomfiting person. Such 
a fellow is of a slow and crawling 
personality, congenitally opposed to 
the new and up-and-coming, in love 
with the customs of 'the past, fear- 
ful of the new, the novel and thun- 
tried, with a mind fortified against 

in Asheville Citizen. 

argument and a! . heart strange to 

And to such a lukewarm and hes- 
itant make-up a man like Mitchell is 
a dangerous character, a meddler to 
be jeered out of court, an arch enemy 
of all tha tis staid, fixed and festoon- 
ed with the moss of precedence. 

But consider the valiant colonel 
on what he has accomplished thus 
far — he still being under trial be- 
fore an army court martial on the 
charge of insubordination, and ex- 
ceedingly liable to be found guilty. 

In a few remarks so well phrased 
that they captured the attention of 
the country and the Avrath of the 
grayheads of both Army and Navy, 
he declared that military aviation in 
the United States was a joke, the 
victim of mismanagement and incom- 

Ten days ago the board appointed 
by the President to inquire into 
these aspersions, attacks and criti- 
cisms denied the colonel's claim that 
the air fighters should be put under 
a unified command; but it submitted 
the following recommendation: 

Appointment of additional assis- 
tant secretaries of War, Navy and 
Commerce, to devote themselves, 
under the direction of their respec- 
tive heads, primarily to aviation 
(which, taking it by and large, skirts 
close to the Mitchell assertion that 
there should be more co-operation 
am] similarity of method between 
the departments in developing avia- 

The President's board also recom- 


mended that officers with experience 
in actual flying command all flying 
projects and equipment (whicii Mitch- 
ell demanded); that the air reserves 
be better trained (which Mitchell de- 
manded) ; that aviation have special 
representation on the General Staff 
of the Army (which Mitchell demand- 
ed ) ; and that naval aviators be giv- 
en representation in the office of the 
Chief of Naval Operations and the 
Bureau of Navigation (which Mitch- 
ell demanded). 

The board, it is true, found no 
fault with the type of planes, used 
by the Army, in this contradicting 
the colonel's claims; but, taking the 
result as a whole, it is clear to the 
observer that they uphold the Mitchell 
charge that aviation in the United 
States needs a whole lot of renovat- 
ing, jacking up and improving. 

All this has been brought to light 
for the benefit of the country and 
the Congress because Colonel William 
Mitchell Avas, is, and always will be 
a zealot. All this stands forth as 
something on which the graybeards 
of both Army and Navy may reflect 
with what composure they may have 
remaining — because Colonel William 
Mitchell was, is, and always will be a 

Thus he belongs to a brave and 
eminent band. Civilization's ad- 
vance has come on the heels of the 
zealots. Socrates was a zealot. So 

was St. Paul. So was George Wash- 
ington. So are Thomas A. Edison, 
Henry Ford and all those conquer- 
ors of the impossible who^ "pur- 
suing their objects with earnestness 
and ardor, ' ' have contributed gorge- 
ously to the peace, convenience and 
happiness of the world. 

Unless a man is full of zeal, he is 
a bizarre combination of satisfied 
placidity and bull-headed negation. 
But for the zealots there would be 
no gayety of nations, and life would 
be all skimmed milk and sluggishness. 
But for them, Ave should go through 
life looking over our shoulders. 

The more Ave have of them, the 
better this world Avill be as a place 
to live in, and the more inspiration, 
stimulus and ambition AA'ill take hold 
of our hearts and minds which, as 
a rule, are all too fond of slippered 
ease and the habit not thinking. 

Colonel Mitchell has charmed the 
imagination and Avon the applause of 
the great body of our people because 
they realize that he has clone what 
so many of them haA T e refused, at 
some time in their lives, to do : leap 
into the arena, let loose a broad- 
side at fortified error and, with a 
splendid gesture, risk rank, fame and 
career in one last appeal to all the 
gr.d:; of justice. 

It takes nerve— upstanding, two- 
nsted and unwinking nerve — ■ to be a 

Daybreak in Central Park is an hour of enchantment, for not only do 
ten thousand warblers send up their spontaneous morning hymn, but sev- 
eral artists belonging to the Mertopolitan Opera come here to listen to 
the songsters, whose maestro is no other than the Composer of the 
Universe. — Selected. 




By Ella Shannon Bowles. 

The atmosphere of ancient worlds 
surrounds the word "tapestry " It 
brings up pictures of Greek palaces 
and of baronial English castles with 
walls decorated with Coverings of 
wool-embroidered with figures of 
various colors. It conjures up vis- 
ons of the faithful Penelope waiting 
the return of the wandering Ulysses ; 
of Matilda and her maidens passing 
long hours at their work. 

Tapestries were first mark 1 by the 
people of -,r stern countries tit a very 
early date. Like other forms of nee- 
dlework, the invention of the art is 
attributed to the Phrygians, and the 
women of Sidon were celebrated for 
their tapestries long before the Tro- 
jan War. Homer sang of them. 
Once he said : 

• ' Far as Phaeacian mariners all else 
Surpass, the swift ship urging 

through the floods, 
So far the tissue-work the women 

All others, by Minerva's skill en- 
dow 'd 
With richest fancy and superior 
You see, Minerva, as the goddess 
of the libera] arts, was invoked by 
craftsmen working in wool, embroid- 
ery and painting. Possibly you will 
remember the old myth of Araehne 
who was so skillful in working tapes- 
tries that she challenged the god- 
dess to a trial of skill. But, alas 
the unfortunate woman was defeated 
by the goddess and was changed into 
a spider! The results of her weav- 

ing may now be seen by any house- 
wife who does not exercise constant 
care in her house ! 

The art of tapestry making was car- 
ried from the East to Greece and 
Eome. With the exception of the 
famous Bayeux Tapestry, we find few 
examples of the work in Europe un- 
til the time of the Crusades, and it 
seems that, after the fall of the Ro- 
man Empire, the art was lost for a 

"This bright art 
Did zealous Europe learn of Pagan 

While she assay 'd with rage the holy 

To desolate their fields: but old the 

skill : 
Long were the Phrygians' pict'ring 

looms renown 'd; 
Tyre also, wealthy seat of art, ex- 
cell 'd, 
And elder Sidon, in th' historic 
Dyer's words well explain the re- 
turn of tapestry making to Europe. 
But the women of Anglo-Saxon 
days were famous for their needle- 
work and embroidered the deeds of 
their husbands and sons upon the 
hangings of their chambers. In the 
tenth century Edelfreda, widow of 
Brithned, Duke of Northumberland, 
presented the church of Ely with a 
curtain upon which she had pictured 
the deeds of her dead lord, and Wit- 
laf, king of Mercia, gave a golden 
curtain, embroidered with the seige 
of Troy, to the abbey of Croyland. 



I have spoken of the Bayeux Tap- 
estry. It is one of the oldest speci- 
mens of needlework in existence, and 
was made by Matilda, wife of Wil- 
liam the Conqnerer, and her maidens, 
for the cathedral of Bayeux in Nor- 
mandy. The web of cloth, two hun- 
dred and twenty-seven feet in length 
and twenty inches in width was work- 
ed with Avorsted to represent the in- 
cidents of the invasion and conquest 
of England by the Normans. Strange 
figures of birds and animals were 
shown in the borders at the top and 
bottom, and in the part picturing the 
battle of Hastings the lower border 
consisted of the bodies of the slain. 
Exclusive of the borders, about live 
hundred and thirty figures were 
shown. Few colors were used — dark 
and light blue, green, red, yellow and 
buff, and no thought seems to have 
been given in regard to the correct 
colors of the objects. For instance, 
horses were worked in blue, green, 
red and yellow and some times dif- 
ferent colors were used for the legs 
and bodies. The passing of so many 
hundreds of years has dulled the 
colors and given the cloth itself a 
dull brown tinge. 

The tapestries which I have been 
describing were worked with needles 
filled with worsteds or silks and 
sometimes intermixed with gold and 
silver threads upon a groundwork of 
canvas. The method was very differ- 
ent from the species of weaving used 
in making the Gobelin tapestries or 
those of Flanders. 

The first weaving of tapestry which 
gained reputation in Europe was that 
of the workers of Flanders. There 
were manufactories at Antwerp, Brus- 

sels, Bruges, Lille and Tournay and 
at Arras and some of the products 
of these looms Avere so exquisite that 
they Avere scarcely, inferior to paint- 
ings by great artists. 

The art Avas introduced into Eng- 
land during the reign of Henry VIII, 
but did not gain any great reputa- 
tion until the time of James I. He 
Avas a patron of tapestry weaving 
and gave the sum of tAvo thousand 
pounds toAvard the establishment of 
a place for its manufacture. 

France, hoAVever, led in perfecting 
the craft. Let me tell you some- 
thing that I read in an old book on 

' ' Henri Quatre first established a 
tapestry manufactory at Paris, about 
the year 1606, Avhich fas conducted 
by several clever artists Avhom he in- 
vited from Flanders; but this, like 
many similar institutions founded by 
that monarch, Avas greatly neglected 
at his death, and would probably haA'e 
been entirely so, had not Colbert, the 
minister of Louis XIV, with a vieAv 
of providing the costly and magnifi- 
cent furniture for Versailles and the 
Tuilleries, again remodeled it upon 
a more secure foundation, and from 
that period the royal manufactory of 
the 'Hotel des Gobelins dates its ori- 
gin.' ' ' 

Jean Gobelin Avas a dyer of avooI 
who lived about the year 1150 in 
the Faubourg St. Marcel at Paris. 
He amassed considerable wealth, and 
his descendants filled various offices 
of state. The Gobelin family was 
succeeded by the Canaye family, who 
added the art of tapestry Aveaving 
to that of dyeing. Later came a 
Dutchman, Glucq, ami Jean Lianson, 



who was a most proficient workman. 
But the gardens and buildings still 
were oAvned by the Gobelin family. 
At the suggestion of his minister, 
Colbert, Louis XIV purchased the 
estate, and established a royal work- 
shop. The building was called the 
' ' Hotel des Gobelins, ' ' and, in this 
way gave the name "Gobelin Tapes- 
try" to the products made there. 
The king ordered that artists, weav- 
ers and dyers should be hired from 
Flanders that their knowledge might 
be used to perfect the tapestries. 

The celebrated artisit, Le Brun, 
was appointed in 1667 as the chief 
director of the establishment. Here 
he painted the series of the battles 
of Alexander, and the tapestries de- 
veloped from the designs were among 
the finest productions made at the 
"Hotel des Gobelins." Other de- 
sings by the artist were the history 
of important episodes in the life of 
Louis XIV and "les quatre elemens 
et les quatre saisons de l'annee" 
(the four elements and the four sea- 
sons of the year.) 

During the reign of Napoleon the 
art of tapestry making was again re- 
vived. Historical subjects were 
usually portrayed and from two to 
six years was usually required for 
the completion of a single piece. 
In describing some Gobelin tapes- 
try owned by the Duchess of Ports- 
mouth, a famous Englishman said, 
' ' Here I saw the new fabriq of 
French tapissary, for designe, ten- 
dernesse of worke, and incomparable 
imitation of the best paintings, be- 
yond anything I had ever beheld. 
Some pieces had Versailles, St. Ger- 

main's and other palaces of the 
French king, with huntings, figures 
and landskips, exotiq fowls, and all 
to the life rarely done." 

A form of tapestry weaving used 
by women of the Middle Ages to pass 
the hours while the men of the house- 
hold were crusading was known as 
"Petit Point." Lovely bits for wall 
decorations, for table covers and for 
chair backs were made by these needle- 
women and those of succeeding 

Catherine de Medicis Avas an adept 
at mking these exquisite pictures in 
needlework ; Mary, Queen of Scots, 
passed many hours of her long years 
of captivity at the work, and some 
examples of her faded ' ' petit point ' ' 
still remain. During the reigns of 
the Stuarts many needlework pic- 
tures were made, and the subjects 
were chosen from the Bible, and from 
pastoral scenes. Mary, wife of Wil- 
liam of Orange, was an enthusiastic 
and ambitious needleworker, and con- 
ceived the idea that she and the la- 
dies of her personal retinue should 
cover the chairs of the palace with 
pieces of "petit point." The unfor- 
tunate Marie Antoinette covered 
many pieces of furniture with ex- 
amples of her own needlework and 
is said to have made a carpet. 

To quote the words of John Tay- 

"Thus is a needle prov'd an instru- 
Of profit, pleasures, and of orna- 
Which mighty queens have grac'd in 

hand to take." 



By Dr. J. W. Holland. 

My Ash man was born in Russia 
where lie went to school for two 
months. Keeping his eyes open here 
in America he has picked up a pretty 
good education in the High School of 
Hard Knocks. 

I learn a good deal from him, as 
I can from every man. He has dust 
in his hair, but it has not gotten to 
his brain. Since we all learn to see 
life from our own occupation, this 
man has a philosophy of life gather- 
ed from, visiting basements. 

Last week he said, "Doctor, win- 
is an ash man like God"?" I gave 
it up. "Because they both see what 
is going on in the cellars of Christ- 
ians," he replied. 

Then he went on, "If you really 
want to know how people are living 
come and help me for a day, and you 
will have your eyes opened- I see 
but never tell just Avhat I find in 

A wiser than my ash man said/ 'If 
the thoughts of the best people were 
written across their foreheads, most 
of them would pull their caps down 
to their eyes." 

The world's greatest psalm writer, 
King David, said, ' ' Cleanse thou me 
from secret faults, keep back thy ser- 
vant from presumptuous sins. ' ' 

The cellar door of silence may be 
closed ever so tightly, but the eye of 
God sees and despises in us the 
shameful things in our lives which 
we try to hide and cover up. 

The Book declares, "That which is 
done in secret shall be declared upon 

the housetop. ' ' 

Blessed is the house whose base- 
ment is not at war with the Consti- 
tution. Blessed is the one who, hides 
in his soul no motives which God 
condemns. Happy thrice happy, are 
those who would not be shamed by 
a revelation of their inner lives. 

My ash man says, "The basement 
and the parlor sometimes tell a diff- 
erent tale." In other words, he 
means that we give more attention 
to that which is seen than that which 
does not show. 

This is not a new tendency in 
human beings. It is as old as the 
story of the Garden of Eden. 

Jesus saw a good deal of religion 
that was was dressed up for the tem- 
ple and the street. Outward parade 
seemed to vex his holy soul. He 
said, "Beware of the scribes. .. who 
love the chief places at the synago- 
gues, and upper seats at the feasts, 
who for a pretense make long pray- 
ers, but devour widow 's houses. ' ' 

He was looking into their soul- 
basements, and saw hypocrisy. 

At another time He said, ''Ye 
make clean the outside of cup and 
of the platter, but within they are 
full of extortion." 

He was simply describing what he 
saw in the basements of their hearts. 

The world has too much profession 
that is not based on possession. 
Emerson wrote, "What you are rings 
so loudly in my ears that I cannot 
bear what you say you are-" 

Let's watch our basements!! 




Bv Julia W. Wolfe. 

The evolution of beds is interest- 
ing. The ancients slept on skins, and 
the Romans were the first to use 
feathers. The Egyptian beds were 
in the form of couches. 

Many beds have become famous in 
history. For example, there is the 
bed at the Saracen Head, at South- 
well, England, in which Charles the 
First slept his last sleep as a free- 
man in 1646. It is a picturesque 

The most famous bed, however, is 
the "Great Bed of Ware," so famous 
that Shakespeare mentioned it in 
' ' Twelfth Night. " It is a huge four- 
poster of black oak, richly carved, 
and is now twelve feet square ; but 
once it was three feet longer. A 
former owner had it cut down 

The story of the "Great Bed of 
Ware, " is so interwoven with legend 
that no one can unravel the facts 
or find the reason for a bed of this 
size. It afforded sleeping accommo- 
dation for twelve persons. Some 
people think that the "Great Bed," 
was only made for a curiosity. But 
we have the record of an even larger 
bed in Norfolk, England. This was a 
round bed and could hold forty per- 
sons. This bed was broken up in 

The history of the "Great Bed" 
is quite uncertain. It is said to have 

come from Ware Priory and may 
have been intended as a bed for the 
accommodations of wayfarers seeking 
shelter there. It was removed from 
the Saracen Head Inn to another inn, 
Rye House, in 1869, and there it may 
be seen to this day. 

At Penrith Castle, Penrith, Eng- 
land, one may see two famous beds : 
one dated 1472, bearing a carved por- 
trait of Anne Neville, and the other 
with a portrait of Richard, Duke of 

At Newstead Abbey one may see 
the bed in which Lord Byron slept. 
It has two baron 's coronets . carved 
on it. It is a heavy four-poster. 

The old Duke of Wellington's bed 
is a little iron truckle one and is in 
Walmer Castle, where he long resid- 

The state beds in the stately homes 
of England are a remarkable series 
of gorgeously appointed sleeping 
apartments in which the beds are of 
a monumental character, carved and 
gilded and hung with great, massive 

The first beds made in America 
were many times six feet high, and 
children had to climb into them. 
They were made after the four-post- 
er styles brought from England. — Se- 


Willie Pat Poland, corn club boy 
of Pomaria, Newberry County, S. C, 

has been awarded the handsome sil- 
ver cup, offered by the Southern 



Railway System to the grower of the 
best ten ears of corn, produced in 
Virginia, North Carolina, South Ca- 
rolina, Georgia, Alabama, Mississip- 
pi, Tennessee or Kentucky and ex- 
hibited at any one of eighteen state 
and district fairs this fall, and thus 
qualifies as the ace of southern corn 

The award was made by a commit- 
tee of experts consisting of John R. 
Hutchenson, director of extension. 
Blacksburg, Va., E. B. Ferris, direc- 
tor South Mississippi Branch experi- 
ment Station, Poplarville, Miss., and 
C. A. Cobb, editor, the Southern 
Ruralist, Atlanta. 

Young Boland's exhibit which had 
won first prize at the South Caro- 
lina State Fair, held in Columbia, 
was one of twenty-four which had 
qualified to compete for the Southern's 
cup. His name will be engraved on 
the trophy and it will remain in his 
possession until the winner for next 

year is announced. In announcing 
their decision, the judges said : 

"The committee of judges feel that 
the exhibits assembled in the South- 
ern Railway Corn Contest Avere very 
creditable throughout and that the 
Southern Railway itself, especially 
its Agricultural Service Department, 
is to be heartily commended for this 
forward step it has taken toward 
the development of southern agri- 

' ' We fell that offering the trophy 
is distinctly in the interest of the 
farmers; generally throughout the en- 
tire Southeastern section of the 
country and are of the opinion that 
the contest is worthy of the continued 
support of the farmers and agricul- 
tural leaders in the South. We were 
pleased to find so large a number 
of exhibits representing so wide a 
territory, indicating the wide-spread 
interest in the contest." 


By Stanley Armstrong. 

Two hogs were killed last Friclay with his people in Concord. He 
morning. These were cut up for went to attend the funeral of his 
sausage for the boys. grandmother. 

Mr. Jesse C. Fisher has returned 
to the institution after visiting his 
father-in-law, at Whiteville. 

The barn boys % are still plowing 
and harrowing. They have a good 
number of acres plowed and harrow- 

The boys in the school sections 
have been practicing Christmas Car- 
ols during the past week. 

Alwyn Shinn, member of the elev- 
enth cottage, has returned to the in- 
stitution, after spending a few days 

Messrs M. C. Alexander, L. D. 
Jordon and F. T. Pearce, of Charlotte, 
made a business visit to the insti- 
tution last Tuesdav. 

Some of the larger boys on the 



work force are still cutting wood, 
and the smaller boys are piling up 
brush wood. 

The chicken raising is again com- 
ing into its own, for during the past 
week an incubator with 600 eggs has 
been set. 

The boys have been committing to 
memory part of the second chapter 
of Luke. This selection will be recit- 
ed in concert during Christmas. 

The boys all received a haircut 
during the past week. This work 
was done by Mr. A. J. Horton and 
Clarence Torrence. 

The carpenter shop boys have been 
busy making fire screens for the dif- 
ferent cottages during the past week. 
They also made several steplad- 

Buford Carter, member of the 
eighth cottage, was called away from 
the institution last Friday morning, 
owing to the illness of his father. 
He went to Monroe. 

Mr. G. L. Simpson and some of the 
boys have been building a new bas- 
ketball court at .the ball ground. 
Alter this_ one is finished there will 
be two courts, and will give an extra 
number of boys a tryout for the 

Conley Almond, member of the 
first cottage, Avas permitted last Fri- 
day afternoon to spend a few days 
with his people in Albemarle. He 
Avent owing to illness in his fa- 
mil\ T . 

Lee McBride, Cucell Watkins, Al- 
bert Smith, William Goss, Troy Nor- 
ris, Herbert Apple, Leary and Er- 
nest Carlton and Jack Steavens, com- 
posed the "Happy Squad" last 
Wednesday, because of a visit from 
friends and relatives. 

The Training School's basketball 
team was defeated both times in the 
two games that they played last Sat- 
urday afternoon. The White Hall 
School boys defeated the School 27 
to 20 the first game. Then the Ro- 
berta Mill team Avon the second, the 
score Avas 16 to 12. 

Rev. J. C. Rowan, of the First 
Presbeterian. Church, of Concord, 
conducted the services in the audi- 
torium last Sunday afternoon. His 
selected reading and text was from 
the" Gospel according to St. Luke 
second chapter. He also talked 
about the 'faith" and the "belief" 
of a person, how anyone had "faith" 
and how they "believed." Rev. 
RoAvan preached a very interesting 
sermon, and everyone present en- 
joyed his sermon. 


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No, 5 

*i\ve WAOovoView Sow$ 

I heard the bells on Christmas Day 
Their old, familiar carols play. 
And wild and sweet 
The words repeat 

Of peace on earth, good will to men! 

And thought how, as the day had come, 
The belfries of all Christendom 
Had rolled along 
The unbroken song 

Of peace on earth, good will to men! 



^ &. 3V. "VDVevq&vo., T). "ft. 

It was long ago that the angels sang 

To shepherds who watched their fold, 
And the lowly hills of Judea rang 

With songs that are never old. 
When they told of a Saviour born that day 

In the town of Bethlehem, 
Of the manger bed where the Christ-child lay, 

Who came as the Lord of men. 

And the mighty dome of the vaulted sky 

Their rapturous songs did fill, 
As they sang of glory to God on high, 

And to all on earth good will. 
Then the wise men came with thier strange glad news, 

Like guests to a royal feast, 
Saying, "Where is He, the King of the Jews, 

Whose star we saw in the east? 

By its radiant light divinely led, 

They brought him offerings meet; 
And worshipped Him then in His manger bed 

With their gold and incense sweet. 
They gave Him the gifts of loving hearts. 

And the gifts of loving hands; 
They had labored to gain in distant marts, 

And brought from their native lands. 

(Concluded on inside of lust cove)' page.) 




A A, 



By Charles Dickens 

By Mabel Rieker Butler 

By Clement C. Moore 

By Carolyn Traffinger 

By Frank Dorrance Hobley 



By Charles Lamb 

By Stanley Armstrong 


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Only God could have thought of Christmas. Its beauty is beyond the 
wit of mortals, so simple in its sublimity, so homey yet so heavenly. On 
,a tapestry woven of a stable-straw and starlight it unveils a picture to 
soften and purify the heart. Man would have made it a pageant, but 
God works in slower and more secret ways. He blows no trumpet; He 
rings no bell. He begins within, seeking His ends by quiet growth, and 
by a strange power that men call weakness, a wisdom mistaken for folly. 
Man has one answer to every problem — force ; but that is not the way of 
God. He did not send an army to conquer the world; He sent a Babe 
to make a woman cry. It is a scene to sanctify the world, as if to teach 
us that God enters the life of man by lowly doors 4 attended by starry 
ideals and simple shepherd sentiments — "one of the children of the 
year." They are wise men who bow at such a shrine, linking a far-off 
pilgrim star with the cradle of a little Child. By such faith men are 
truly wise, knowing that no hope is too high, no dream too holy to be 
fulfilled — even the hope and dream of peace on earth among men of good 
will." — Joseph Fort Newton, in the Atlantic Monthly. 


In a small way this issue is our contribution to the spirit of. the season- 
It is a Christmas and a New Year combined. It is, also, a respect to the Old 
Year about to pass and a welcome to the New Year, just around the corner. 

The King's Daughters have assembled kind hearts to care for the needy in 


our midst; other kind folks have made it possible for the over four hundred 
under our care to enjoy the season as Other children have a privilege to do. 

But what of the Old Year? Its accomplishments are written down into 
history — with all the successes and all the failures. There has been an 
average of prosperity. There have been an unusual number of deaths of 
fond ones; some by natural death, others by violence — these have caused us 
to sorrow, but none to murmur for it is Thy Will Be Done. 

With hopeful hearts and keen interest we welcome 1926, resolved to strive 
to make it better for mankind, trusting in the goodness and mercifulness of 
a Divine Providence. 


To look back on one's early life, experiences and acts furnshes a fine means 
of observing changes that have taken place in a series of years. 

What have you gotten for your special remembrance at this Christmas'? 
Compare it with what you received years ago. Isn't it a wonderful change? 
These thoughts are suggested by Old Hurrygraph, who tells, in the following 
entertaining manner, how he fared in his early Christmas experiences. It 
seems that he is describing the experiences' of us all. But let him tell his 
story — 

"There's so much joy in Christmas. The thrills to the youngsters, and 
the joyous memories to the older ones. Right now I recall the first Christ- 
mas stocking I emptied — six years of ago Out of it I drew a painted mon- 
key on a stick reared his tail aloft, his four legs on hinges that permitted 
mirth-provoking antics. Then came a little china dog; long loved. Next 
came candy and popcorn balls stuck together with molasses and wrapped 
in greased paper. This was folloAved by a flexible cloth pictorial Mother 
Goose, and in the toe of the stocking was a hollow sugar apple, a work of 
art with blushing cheeks. It Avas too hard to bite, but could be licked, and 
was during the week following until it fell to pieces. That Avas one great 
and never-to-be-forgotten Christmas. 

Another came with Avar-like toys. There Avas a little pistol called a pop- 
gun, Avhose amunition Avas a cork tied to a long string. It gave a resound- 
ing report and seemed to terrify everybody about Avhen it was shot. A com- 
pany of little lead soldiers, brightly painted, that could be sucked clean 
Avhen they were soiled, and a lead cannon. There Avere cream nuts and fil- 
berts and a neAV confection — peanut candy, along Avith a tin fife ad ai BarloAv 


knife, a dangerous thing, hard to open. And best of all a Noah's ark. In 
it were Noah and his wife, Avith Shem, Ham and Japeth and their wives, and 
a bewildering company of strange animals in pairs, whose mating two by two 
occupied many hours on rainy days They were all done in wood and paint- 

Another red-letter Christmas, a year or so later, comes to mind. It was 
the most bountiful of all, with much candy stuffed in the stocking along with 
dates, figs and an orange. The durable gifts were tqo large for the) stock- 
ing — the real riches were stacked under a Christmas tree. I cannot recall 
which brought the greatest joy. Perhaps the red-topped boots, long desired. 
There was also a pair of red mittens, and a red sled. My! what joy. Six 
inches of snow outdoors ! Was there ever such a blissful combination for 
a boy — red-topped boots, red mittens, a red sled, and abundance of snow — 
on a sunny Christmas morn ? I trow not. Anyhow its memory abides as the 
greatest of all. On succeeding anniversaries came Eobinson Cruso, skates, 
Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress, and the like, but never such a harmonious 
grouping of immediately available gifts. Do boys today, with numerous 
and costly presents, get as much out of them as their fathers and grand- 
fathers got out of theirs? I hope so, but I wonder." 


Of course there is a Santa Clans. Years ago the New York Sun carried 
at its head, "if you see it in The Sun, it is so." Somebody made little Vir- 
ginia O'Hanlon entertain some misgivings about the question, so she wrote 
The New York Sun to find out the truth about it. The Uplift has carried 
this story in a former issue of this magazine, but it is so good and fine, 
and fits into the season and our purpose of this special issue that we here 
reproduce Virginia' inquiry and the answer it brought from the editor of The 

"Is There a Santa Claus?" originally was printed in the New York 
Sun in 1897, when Charles Dana was editor. It follows : 

" 'Dear Editor — I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there 
is no Santa Claus. 

' ' ' Papa says ' If you see it in The Sun it 's so. ' ' 
" 'Please tell me the truth, Is there a Santa Claus? 

" 'Virginia O'Hanlon. 
"'11 West Ninety-fifth Street. 
"Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by 
the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except what they 


see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by 
their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or chil- 
dren's, are little. In this great universe of our, man is a mere insect, 
an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, 
as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth 
and knowledge. 

' ' Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus He exists as certainly as 
love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound 
and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alah how drearw would 
be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if 
there were no Virginias. There would be no child-like faith then, no 
poetry, no romance to make tolerrable this existence. We should have 
no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which 
childhood fills the world would be extinguished. 

"Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in 
fairies ! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chim 
neys on Christmas eve to cacth Santa Claus, but even if they did not see 
Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what 
would that prove ? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no) sign that 
there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that 
neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on 
the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. 
Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and un- 
seeable in the world. 

"You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise in- 
side, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the stronge'st 
man, not even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever 
lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can 
push aside that curtain and view the picture the supernal beauty and 
glory beyond ! Is it all real ? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is 
nothing else real and abiding. 

"No Santa Claus? Thank God he lives, and he lives forever! A thou- 
sand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from 
now, he Avill continue to make glad the heart of childhood." 


The public has come into a knowledge of a further enlargement of the im- 
mense manufacturing plant at Kannapolis. Another mill of large proportions 
is planning, the same to have 50,000 spindles and to give employment to 1,000 

Already the largest towel factory in the world, with this new mill, Avhich is 
to represent an outlay of two millions of dollars, Kannapolis will be the 


largest manufacturing plant in the South. Kannapolis is a wonder, the 
largest place in the South for its age, and it is all a substantial growth and 
on a firm foundation — nothing mush-roomy about it. 

His many friends are rejoicing over the very able management of this 
immense manufacturing plant by Mr. C. A. Cannon, who has demonstrated 
the business genius and captaincy of his father, who conceived and built 
Kannapolis, besides numerous other important agencies in the industrial and 
business world. 

This $2,000,000 addition to Kannapolis will make it the most populous unin- 
corporated city in the wide world. That sounds like a lot of territory, but 
it is a fact. 


The response to the Boys' Christmas Fund make glad our hearts. They 
insure a reasonably full, rich Christmas treat. Many of them will have their 
first experiences in the joy of an orderly and well-observed Christmas holi- 
day period. Others, in the past, have suffered and paid the penalty of too 
much Christmas and too much liberty. But it is our purpose and aim to see 
that every boy gets his right' due and have no occasion to feel that he is for- 
gotten, even though he has no parents or parents who, cannot provide for 
what a growing, hopeful youth has a perfect right to expect on occasions 
like this. 

With these contributions, which kind friends have sent us, the manage- 
ment strives to take the place of parents and do the Santa Claus stunts for 
the little fellows entrusted to our care and keep. To be enabled to do this 
is due to the thoughtfulness and interest of others who share, by their money 
contributions, the joy of ministering and not being ministered unto. 


To give our Printing Class an unbroken opportunity to enjoy the Christ- 
mas period to its fullest extent, The Uplift will skip one issue. It may prove, 
after all, as a pleasing rest to our fine, good friends, the subscribers. Our 
concern for their pleasure is only second to the little fellows, who assist week 
after week in making this little journal. 

The next issue of The Uplift will bear date of January 9, 1926. In the 
meanwhile there will abide with us a strong hope that every one of our pat- 



rons may have a Merry Christmas and enter upon the new year with 
pects that will unfold themselves into actna] realities. 


Stonewall Circle, Sr., King's Daughters, Concord $ 

Col. A. H. Boyden, Salisbury 

Mr. A. W. Klemme, High Point 

Ward Grocery Company, Concord 

J. C. Crowell, -Charlotte 

Mr. Herman Cone, Greensboro 

H. I. Woodhouse, Concord 

Mr. and Mrs. L. D. Jordon, Charlotte 

Mr. and Mrs. M. C. Alexander, Charlotte 

George U. Overcash, Mt. Utla, N. C. 

Mrs. Walter Davidson, Charlotte 

F. M. Youngblood and Co., Concord 
County Commissioners, Guilford County 
Silver Cross Circle, Eoekingham 

W. J. Swink, China Grove 

Mrs. J. W. Cannon, Sr., Concord 

A Friend 

Hoover 's, Concord 

A Friend 


Concord Khvanis Club 

John R. Query 

Prof. C. L. Coon 

Silver Cross Circle, King's Daughters, Concord 

Jas. D. Heilig, Salisbury 

Junior King's Daughters, Concord 

G. B. Caldwell, Monroe, Barrel Apples 
Ed Hecht, Charlotte 

Ritchie Hardware Co., Concord 
Mrs. Chas. E. Boger 
Leakesville-Spray Rotary Club 

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By Charles Dickens. 

Old Scrooge was a rich and grasping business man; Bob Cratchit was his 
underpaid and overworked clerk. On Christinas Eve three spirits in suc- 
cessor appeared to Scrooge: Christmas Past, Christmas Present, and Christ- 
mas Yet-to-Come. The second shoived him, with other visions, this Christ- 
mas feast in CratchWs home. The lessons the spirits taught him so influenced 
Scrooge that he set out early next morning to spend a real Christmas; and 
he was a changed man ever after. — Selected. 

THEN up rose Mrs. Crat- 
chit, Cratchit 's wife, dress- 
ed out but poorly in a twice- 
turned gown, but brave iu 
ribbons, which are cheap and 
make a goodly show for six- 
pence; and she laid the 
cloth, assisted by Belinda 
Cratchit, second of her 
daughters, also brave in rib- 
bons; while Master Peter 
Critchit plunged a fork into 
the saucepan of potatoes, 
and getting the corners of 
his mostrous shirt collar 
(Bob's private property, con- 
ferred upon his son and heir 
in honor of the day) into 
his mouth, rejoiced to find 
himself so gallantly attired 
and yearned to show his 
linen in the fashionable 
parks. And now two small- 
er Cratchits, boys and girl, 
came tearing in, screaming 
that outside the baker's they 
had smelt the goose and known it 
for their own; and basking in lux- 
urious thoughts of sage and onion 
these young Cratchits danced about 
the table and exalted Master Peter 
Cratchit to the skies, while he (not 
proud, although his collars nearly 
choked him) blew the Are until the 

Tiny Tim 

slow potatoes, bubbling up, knocked 
loudly at the saucepan lid to be let 
out and peeled. 

' ' What has ever got your precious 
father, then?'' said Mrs. Cratchit. 
"And your brother, Tiny Tim! And 
Martha w'arn't as late last Christ- 
mas Day by half an hour ! ' ' 



"Here's Martha, mother,' said a 
girl, appearing- as she spoke. 

"Here's Martha, mother!" cried 
the two young Cratehits. ' ' Hurrah ! 
There's such a goose, Martha!" 

"Why, bless your heart alive, my 
dear, how late you are ! ' ' said Mrs. 
Cratchit, kissing her a dozen times 
and taking off her shawl and bonnet 
for her with officious zeal. 

"We'd a deal of work to finish 
up last night, ' replied the girl, "and 
had to clear away this morning, moth- 

' ' Well ! never mind so long as you 
are come," said Mrs. Cratchit. "Sit 
ye down before the fire, my dear, 
and have a warm, Lord bless ye!" 

' ' No, no ! There 's father coming, ' ' 
cried the two young Cratehits, who 
were everywhere at once. "Hide, 
Martha, hide!" 

So Martha hid herself, and in 
came little Bob, the father, with at 
least three feet of comforter, exclu- 
sive of the fringe, hanging down be- 
fore him; and his threadbare clothes 
darned up and brushed, to look sea- 
sonable; and Tiny Tim upon his 
shoulder. Alas for Tiny Tim, he 
bore a little crutch and had his limbs 
supported by an iron frame! 

"Why, where's our Martha?" 
cried Bob Cratchit, looking around. 

"Not coming," said Mrs. Cratchit. 

"Not coming!" said Bob, with 
a sudden declension in his high spir- 
its; for he had been Tim's blood 
horse all the way from church and 
had come home rampant. "Not com- 
ing upon Christmas Day!" 

Martha didn't like to see him dis- 
appointed, if it were only a joke; so 
she came out prematurely from be- 
hind the closet door and ran into 

his arms, while the two young Crat- 
ehits hustled Tiny Tim and bore him 
off into the washhouse, that he might 
hear the pudding singing in the cop- 

"And how did little Tim behave?" 
asked Mrs. Cratchit when she had 
rallied Bob on his credulity and Bob 
had hugged his daughter to his 
heart 's content. 

"As good as gold," said Bob, 
"and better. Somehow he gets 
thoughtful, sitting by himself so 
much, and thinks the strangest things 
you ever heard. He told me, com- 
ing home, that he hoped the people 
saw him in the church, because he 
was a cripple and it might be pleas- 
ant to them to remember, upon 
Christmas Day, who made lame beg- 
gars walk and blind men see. ' ' 

Bob's voice was tremulous when 
he told them this, and trembled more 
when lie said that Tiny Tim was 
growing strong and hearty. 

His active little crutch was heard 
upon the floor and back came Tiny 
Tim before another word was spoken, 
escorted by his brother and sister to 
his stool beside the fire ; and while 
Bob, turning up his cuffs — as if, 
poor fellow, they were capable of 
being made more shabby — compound- 
ed some hot mixture in a jug with 
gin and lemons and stirred it round 
and round and put it on the hob to 
simmer, Master Peter and the two 
ubiquitous young Cratehits went to 
fetch the goose, with which they soon 
returned in high procession. 

Such a hustle ensued that you 
might have thought a goose the rar- 
est of all birds; a feathered phe- 
nomenon, to which a. black swan was 
a matter oi.' course-- and in truth it 



was something very like it, in that 
house. Mrs. Cratchit made the 
gravy (ready beforehand in a little 
saucepan) hissing hot; Master Peter 
mashed the potatoes with incredible 
vigor; M|iss Belinda sweetened up 
the apple sauce ; Martha dusted the 
hot plates ; Bob took Tiny Tim be- 
side him in a tiny corner at the 
table ; the two young Cratchits set 
chairs for everybody, not forgetting 
themselves, and mounting guard up- 
on their posts, crammed spoons into 
their mouths lest they should shriek 
for goose before their turn came to 
be helped. At last the dishes were 
set on and grace was said. It was 
succeeded by a breathless pause, as 
Mrs. Cratchit, looking slowly all 
along the carving knife, prepared to 
plunge it in the breast ; but when she 
did, and when the long-expected gush 
of stuffing issued forth, one murmur 
of delight arose all round the board, 
and even Tiny Tim, excited by the 
two young Cratchits, beat on the 
table with the handle of his knife 
and feebly cried, ' ' Hurrah ! ' ' 

There never was such a goose 
cooked. Its tenderness and flavor, 
size and cheapness, were the themes 
of universal admiration. Eked out 
by apple sauce and mashed potatoes, 
it was a sufficient dinner for the 
whole family; indeed, as Mrs. Crat- 
chit said with great delight .(survey- 
ing one small atom of a bone upon 
the dish), they hadn't eaten it all 
at last! Yett everVone had had 
enough, and the youngest Cratchits, 
in particular, were steeped in sage 
and onion to the eyebrows ! But 
now the plates being changed by Miss 
Belinda, Mrs. Cratchet left the room 
alone — too nervous to bear witness- 

es — to take the pudding up, and bring 
it in. 

Suppose it should not be done 
enough ! Suppose it should break in 
turning out! Suppose somebody 
should have got over the Avail of the 
back yard and stolen it, while they 
were merry with the goose — a sup- 
position at Avhich the two young 
Cratchits became livid ! All sorts of 
horrors were supposed. % 

Halloo ! A great deal of steam ! 
The pudding was out of the copper. 
A smell like a washing day! That 
was the cloth. A smell like an eat- 
ing house and a pastry cook's next 
door to each other, with a laundress's 
next door to that ! That was the 
pudding! In half a minute Mrs. 
Cratchit entered — flushed, but smil- 
ing proudly — with the pudding, like 
a speckled cannon ball, so hard and 
firm, blazing in half or half a quar- 
tern of ignited brandy and bedight 
with Christmas holly stuck into the 

Oh, a wonderful pudding! Bob 
Cratchit said, and calmly too, that 
he regarded it as the greatest success 
achieved by Mrs. Cratchit since their 
marriage. Mrs. Cratchit said that 
now the weight was off her mind, 
she would confess she had had her 
doubts about the quantity of flour. 
Everybody had something to say 
about it, but nobody said or thought 
it was at all a small pudding for 
a large family. It would have been 
flat heresy to do so. Any Cratchit 
would have blushed to hint at such 
a thing. 

At last the dinner was all done, 
the cloth was cleared, the hearth 
swept, and the fire made up. The 
compound in the jug being tasted 


and considered perfect, apples and lets would have, done; and Bob serv- 
oranges were put upon the table and ed it out with beaming looks, while 
a shovelfull of chestnuts on the fire. the chestnuts on the fire sputtered 
Then all the Cratchit family drew and cracked noisily. Then Bob pro- 
round the hearth in what Bob Crat- posed: 

chit called a- circle, meaning half "A Merry Christmas to us all, my 

a one; and at Bob Cratchit 's- elbow dears. God bless us!" 

stood the family display of glass — Which all the family reechoed, 

two tumblers and a custard cup ' ' God bless us every one ! ' ' said 

without a handle. Tiny Tim, the last of all. 

The*se held the hot stuff from the — A Christmas Carol. 
jug, however, as well as golden gob- 


What does Christmas mean to you, 
My pretty lass, with the eyes so blue? 
A doll, a book, a ribbon, a ring, 
That this day of gifts is going to bring? 
A feast with games and song and fun, 
Where you are ever the foremost one? 
A time when all is merry and gay — 
Is this the meaning of Christmas Day? 

What does Christmas mean to you, 
My frank-faced lad, with brow so true? 
A holiday full of gifts and toys 
And jolly fun with the other boys? 
A frolic the freest of all the year, 
A table heaped with the best of cheer, 
And skating or snow or hearty play — 
Is this the meaning of Christmas Day? 

Ah, bright are the hours of this happy time, 

And gay is the ring of the Christmas chime, 

Yet through it all must whisper still 

"Glory to God, to men good will;" 

And in every heart, of girl or boy, 

Must be the holy Christmas joy 

Before we can gladly and truly say, 

"I have learned the meaning of Christmas Day." 

— Priscilla Leonard. 




By Mabel Bicker Butler. 

On the twenty-third day of Decem- 
ber Buck Evington was sitting at his 
desk in the rude office of his con- 
struction camp when there came a 
knock at the door. 

"Come in/' he yelled ungracious- 

The big burly fellow on the other 
side of the door paused to pull him- 
self together both figuratively and 
physically before venturing to enter. 
He smoothed down his sandy hair, 
dusted off his mud-caked shoes with 
his cap, then shook himself all over 
like a big dog. Dave Heath wished 
to put his best foot foremost that 
morning, for he had come on a 
errand. He had come to ask a fa- 
vor ! It Avas rarely, indeed, that 
Dave descended to such a level, pre- 
fering, to use his own words, "to 
owe no man nuthin', and to stand on 
me own two feet." 

The coldly austere man at the 
desk certainly looked very unlike a 
donor of favors. A huge black 
cigar was at the present time clamp- 
ed' tightly between the narrow lips, 
while his truculent chin was thrust 
out at a more than usually aggres- 
sive angle, and a half scowl of im- 
patience at the delay in obeying his 
summons contracted the heavy brows. 

' ' Come in, I said ! What 's the de- 
lay?" At this rude urge, throAV- 
ing back his shoulders, Dave strode, 
in his usual sturdy fashion, into the 
room. HoweA'er, as he met the cool, 
piercing gray eyes, Avhich seemed to be 
probing into his very soul, his cour- 
age again oozed aAA-ay. Dropping 

his oAA'n eyes, he stood there nervous- 
ly fumbling his cap AA'ithout speaking. 
Pray, do not decide from Dave 's ac- 
tions that he Avas a coAvard, for that 
he most certainly AA-as not.. When 
engaged in his legitimate Avork about 
the dam, he "could meet Buck's eye, 
or any man's, full on Avithout a quiv- 
er. But noAv having placed himself 
in this queer, unnatural position, he 
Avas as uneasy as a fish out of Avater, 
•and about as nervous as a debutante 
at her first party. 

' ' Well, Dave, what-ehe-want ? ' ' 
demanded Buck, letting the big cigar 
skid doAA'n to the corner of his mouth 
to fecilitate speech. 

"Well, boss, I came to see — . That 
is, you see, I Avant to ask you — . It 
is like this, you know. I — I " 

"Well, go on. Go on. Can't you 
taik, man? For land's sake spit it 
out. Then get out, and give me a 
chance to go on Avith my Avork. ' ' 

At Buck's impatience, Dave threAv 
up his head proudly, got another 
grip upon himself, then burst forth 
into speech. 

' ' It 's like this, then, Mr. EA'ington. 
I Avant to know could I haA*e tomor- 
roAv off, so 's I could, get home for 
Christmas. By walking all night I 
could reach my home tomorroAV noon. 
And if I left there Christmas noon, 
I could get back on the Avorks next 
morning. You see, boss, there's a 
new baby at our house Avhat I hain't 

neA'er see, and — and — of course , ' ' 

blushingly he began to stammer. 

"Never mind family affairs noAv. 
Dave. I 'in not interested, ' ' snapped 



Buck. "No, you can't have tomor- 
row off. Give you the flay and every 
other Tom, Dick and Harry on the 
job will want it, too. And I can't 
and won't have the morale of this 
camp broken up, just for a lot of 
sentimental rot. Is that all you 
want ? ' ' 

"Yete," answered Dave, shortly, 
as he started for the door. His broAV 
was dark with humiliation at the un- 
gracious refusal of his request, which 
had required more courage for Dave 
to make than Avould have been need- 
ed fur him to tackle a bear empty- 

Buck watched the departure of the 
disconsolate figure, then with a shrug 
of his broad shoulders returned to 
his work. 

As Dave was marching angrily 
back to his men, he met on the way 
the young Easterner, Ruddy Ashford. 
Dave had befriended the boy ever 
since his arrival, and although still 
somewhat of a tender-foot, Ruddy 
was fast developing into a real 

" Is he going to let you go, Dave V 
eagerly demanded Ruddy. 

"No," answered Dave shortly. 

"Say, isn't he the meanest, hard- 
est guy unhung!" blazed the young 

"No, not mean, boy," objected 
Dave. "Just hard. Hard and stern. 
I can see his point though,'' added 
Dave, avIio was an unusually fair and 
just man. 

"But there isn't a fellow here 
that doesn't hate him," ejaculated 
Ruddy feelingly. For the lonely, 
sensitive lad had suffered sorely un- 
der the lash of Buck's bitter, sar- 

castic tongue. 

"No, they don't like him," Dave 
acquiesced "But they can't help 
respecting him. For he's just, even 
if he is stern and hard. And he 
don't have no pets. He treats every 
man jack of us alike. He ain't no 
tightwad neither. He pays us well, 
and so keeps his men. 

"Better be getting back to your 
work now though, kid, or the Big 
Boss will let loose on you again," 
warned Dave. 

Later in the day Buck Evington 
received another caller, a salesman. 
At the conclusion of his rather 
lengthy visit, the young fellow, as he 
gathered up his possessions, announc- 
ed with a very broad grin: 

"Well, now, I'm all set for Christ- 
mas. I don't suppose you'll get 
home for the holidays, will you, Mr. 
Evington ? ' ' 

"No," responded Buck curtly. 

"Well, thank God, I will. I 
wouldn't miss it. I'd throw up the 
job first. I 've got three kids home 
there, and tomorrow night and next 
day there's going to be high jinks, 
let me tell you. The kiddies and I 
set up the tree and trim it. Then 
after we've got the kids to bed the 
wife and I load it for them. They 
think Santa Glaus does it," he 
snickered. "I've got a lot of junk 
for the tree here now, and I wager 
the Missus has as much more.. Well, 
so long, Evington. Wish you a 
Merry Christmas." 

The spirit of Christmas must sure- 
ly have unloosened the salesman's 
tongue. Otherwise he would not 
have ventured to take the liberty of 
wishing Silent Buck anything. 



' ' Thanks, ' ' responded Buck sar- 

After the fellow had gone merrily 
on his way laden with his Christ- 
mas parcels, just as Buck was set- 
tling down to his work, he spied on 
the floor a small bundle. When he 
picked it up the wrapper slipped off, 
disclosing a smiling Christmas angel, 
the kind used for decorating the top 
of a Christmas tree. 

Buck started twoards the door 
with the ornament in his hand, but 
suddenly he paused. Returning to 
his dask he sank slowly into his 
chair, gazing intently at the object 
in his hand, as if hypnotized by it. 
Perhaps he Avas. At any rate, as he 
gazed, the rude walls of his office 
seemed to fade away, to be replaced 
by those of a small kitchen. The 
saA T ory, spicy smell of the day be- 
fore Christmas pervaded his nostrils. 
Prom out of the dim past floated 
the spirit of the small boy, Buck. 
Around the kitchen table trotted this 
happy, little urchin, poking an in- 
quisitive nose into everything, filch- 
ing a raisin here, a fig there. 

"Don't touch, Buckie, boy," 
cautioned the sweet, motherly woman 
at the mixing bowl, smiling at him 
with soft, tender eyes. 

Suddenly the back door opened, 
and in came a heavily laden grocery 
boy, the feet of a huge turkey pro- 
truding from his basket. Little 
Buck punched the monster with his 
tiny forefinger, then tried to lift 
him to test his weight, almost drop- 
ping him in the attempt. As the 
mother was laughing merrily at his 
endeavors, again the back door open- 
ed, and a thin man and a laughing 

older boy entered, pushing before 
them a gigantic green tree just cut 
from the forest. 

Into the living-room they all noisi- 
ly stamped, cheering and shouting. 
Soon the tree stood erect in that cor- 
ner sacred to Christmas trees ever 
since little Buck's remembrance be- 
gan. How excited were Buck and the 
bigger boy, Tommy, when they went 
tombed that night— THE NIGHT BE- 
tiently, after the rush for the big 
stuffed Christmas stockings, they 
waited for breakfast to be finished 
in order that they might hurry into 
that enchanted front room. Here 
the tree, now a blaze of glory, bear- 
ing upon its branches strange, knobby 
fruit, welcomed them. And at the 
tip-top smiled down upon the boy 
Buck and the others a Christmas 
angel, one almost identical to the one 
the man Buck was now holding in 
his hand. 

"The Spirit of Christmas, little 
son," explained the gentle mother, 
pointing to the shining angel. 

And all through Buck's boyhood 
this same angel had greeted him with 
her smile of welcome every Christ- 
mas morn. 

Then another Christmas flashed 
across the vision of the man Buck. 
The Christmas the boy Buck did not 
get Ins gun ! All the presents sur- 
rounding him were as gall and worm- 
wood to him because the thing he 
wanted was not there. ■ Turning his 
back upon those other gifts so lov- 
ingly prepared by a thoughtful moth- 
er, he sulked the bright morning 
away, a sullen, unhappy, little chap. 
The bigger boy, Tommy although 



Buck saw the book Tommy had so 
longed for was missing, bravely hid 
his own disappointment. After ad- 
miring and exclaiming over the ones 
that were there, he rushed over and 
gave the wistful-eyed mother the 
hugs and kisses for which she was 
so aching. With arms outstretched 
she turned towards her other little 
son, but he held himself aloof and 
would not obey their summons of love. 
Sighing unhappily, her kind eyes 
full of pain, she turned back again 
to her other appreciative lad. 

"Selfish little beast," groaned the 
man Buck. 

Later that day a repentant little 
boy threw himself into his mother's 
arms to say he Avas sorry. After 
forgiving him, she lekl him again 
into the front room where the tree 
stood in all its glory. Again point- 
ing to the Christmas angel, smil- 
ing down upon them, she said : 

"You know, dear, I have told you 
before that she was the Spirit of 
Christmas, but I'm afraid you do 
not quite, understand just what that 
means. The Spirit of Christmas, my 
little son, is the Spirit of Giving. 
Christmas should not mean receiv- 
ing, but giving. Of things? Yes. 
But mostly of yourself. You are on- 
ly a little boy, now, and cannot give 
many things, but you can give, oh, 
so much of yourself. You can give 
affection, gratitude, and thanks for 
the love and thought which made the 
preparation of your Christmas such 
a joy to your father and me. You 
can give good temper, thoughtfulness. 
Oh, little boy, you can always give 
so much to make a happy Christmas 
for those who love you. Never for- 

get, little son, the lesson our beau- 
tiful Christmas angel teaches." 

Before the man Buck's eyes float- 
ed yet another scene, such a very 
painful one. When a mother in 
black tried to explain to an angry 
big boy Buck just why father's in- 
surance money should be invested in 
Tommy's musical education rather 
than in purchasing the shop of 
Buck's desires. The shop could 
come later, but the talent must be 
cultivated iioav. Buck passionately 
refused to accept this decree. He 
resentfully accused her of unfairness, 
of favoritism, of possessing a far 
greater love for her older son. Then 
Buck strode furiously away from his 
mother from his home to seek his 
own fortune. 

Two whole years had rolled by be- 
fore this Buck repented and wrote 
to confess his wrong-doing, and plead 
forgiveness for his cruel, unkind 
words. Reaching down into his poc- 
ket, the man Buck now drew out his 
wallet, from which he extracted a 
sealed envelope. Although the words 
on the back of this unopened letter 
were engraved on his heart in letters 
of blood, yet once again Buck read 
them: ''Mrs. Evingston died on Nov- 
ember 17th, 1915." Just six months 
from the day Buck left her. 

From that moment Buck had suf- 
fered one of life 's bitterest agonies : 
the desire to confess- and receive for- 
giveness when the lips which could 
grant this boon are stilled forever. 
Never, no, never could he now take 
back those wicked, unfair words. 
Never could he tell her that he was 
sorry. Never could he be enfolded 
in kind mother anus, and receive 



her sweet kiss of pardon. After ten 
long years so poignant was his pain 
at the thought that the stern, cold 
Buck almost groaned aloud, while 
big sIoav tears welled up in the hard 

Suddenly Buck was aroused from 
his bitter retrospection by the sound 
of approaching steps. Quite regain- 
ing his composure, he wrapped up the 
little angel in its paper, and shoved 
it into his desk-drawer. He was 
tucking the letter back into his 
pocket when one of the workmen 
appeared at the door to request his 
presence at the dam. 

On his way to the works Buck 
encountered Dave. As they were 
about to pass, Buck hesitated, then 

"Dave, I've changed my mind. 
You can have tomorrow off. Take 
the rest of the week if you want to, 
only be on hand Monday morning. ' ' 

Dave's eyes shone with gratitude, 
as he gasped out a delighted 
"Thanky, boss." 

Buck cut short his embarrassed 
thanks with a curt nod, and contin- 
ued on his way. 

The next afternoon, when the work- 
men had finished for the day, Buck 
Avent out to make a brief survey of 
the dam. This finished, he sat down 
on the end of a planking to examine 
a blue-print. All at once directly 
beneath him he heard the sound of 
a .suppressed sob. Getting up, he 
peered under. In a dark corner he 
spied a huddled figure, and reaching 
in, with his strong right arm he haul- 
ed out he boy, Rudely. 

"What's the trouble here?" Buck 

"Nothing, sir," gulped the boy, 
striving to stifle the sobs. It had 
been to hide his unmanly tears that 
Ruddy, when he had seen Buck ap- 
proaching, had taken refuge under 
the planking. For he dreaded Buck's 
sarcastic ridicule. 

"Nonsense, of course there's some- 
thing the matter. Out with it," 
Buck commanded, but in the gentlest 
tone Ruddy had ever heard him use. 

' ' I guess, I 'm kind of homesick, 
that's all, finally faltered the lad. 
I'm so for from home, and its Christ- 
mas and everything. And now 
Dave's gone, and I kind of guess I 
want my mother." 

As Buck looked at the boy the 
sharp eyes suddenly softened. 

"All right, then, you shall have 
your mother. I'll give you a week 
off. You may go home tonight." 

The boy slowly shook his head. 

"I thank you, Mr. Evington, but 
I can't go. You see, I haven't the 
money for fares. I send about 
everything I make to mother. Aft- 
er father died I had to be earning 
while getting practical experience 
and a chance to work up. That's 
why I came West to you. I really 
can't go, but I'm grateful to you, 
sir, just the same." The boy had 
regained his composure and was able 
to talk up in the straight manly way 
Buck approved. 

Buck drew out his watch. 

"You've got just time, by hurrying 
to make that Eastern express. Come 
on, Ashford, I'm going to send you 
home, all expenses paid, and a week's 
vacation with full pay." 

"Mr. Evington, I can't take all 
that from you," gasped the boy. 



"Oh, yes, you can and will. Come, 
you must get a move on, or you'll 
miss that train. Clean up, pack up, 
and meet me at the railroad station. 
I '11 have your tickets all bought. 
Now, hurry, for you have just three- 
quarters of an hour to do it in." 

•'But " 

"No agruments. I can't visit my 
own mother tomorrow, but I can 
make a kind of visit pro tem through 
you ! ' ' Buck explained in a sadly 
whimsical way. 

When Buck was returning to camp 
after seeing a bright-faced, excited 
boy off on the Eastern express, he 
met Tony, the water-boy. Some- 
thing unusual in the face of the man 
caught the Italian lad's eye. Almost 
without thinking he ventured to offer 
with a flash of white teeth, "Mer- 
ree Kreesmusa, Boss!" 

"The same to you, Tony," the 
man quickly respondedd. "And 
her's the werewithal to make it 
merrier for you, ' ' he added, hand- 
ing the delighted fellow a dollar. 

Tony with a pleased "Tanka, 
Boss," ran happily aAvay to regale 
his skeptical comrades Avith the al- 
most incredible tale of Buck's friend- 

Just outside the office Buck met 
another of the men an old fellow, 
staggering along under the weight of 
a gigantic tree. 

"What are you planning to do 
with that, Sam"?" inquired Buck. 

Sam paused, greatly astonished at 
an interested <|iiestion concerning his 
own private doings from the Big 

"Some of us fellows are going to 
rig ill) a tree for Black Joe's kids," 

he answered. "They won't get much 
on it, I guess, but then a tree's bet- 
ter 'n nuthin'. You see, they're the 
only kids in camp," explained Sam, 
a trifle sheepishly, for he knew how 
Buck despised sentimentality of any 

Black Joe and his brood, Buck 
suddenly remembered, lived in an 
old tumbled-down cabin half a mile 
or so from the camp. 

"Just wait a minute, Sam," order- 
ed Buck. 

He went into his office, quickly re- 
turning with the bright Christmas 
angel in his hand. 

' ' Here, take this and put her at 
the top of your tree, Sam. And buy 
some toys in town for the kids with 
this, ' ' he directed handing him a ten 
dollar note. 

' ' Thanky, thanky, boss. Boy, but 
wont them kids have some Christmas 
now ! ' ' gasped the amazed and wholly 
delighted old fellow. Then off he 
went again with the great tree. 

As Buck, from his office window, 
watched the figure, bent under the. 
weight of the tree, disappearing into 
the gathering darkness, his cold face 
softened until it was hardly recogniz- 

He stood there a very long time in 
the window — thinking. He thought 
of Dave plodding happily homewards 
to see his new baby. He thought of 
lonely, homesick Ruddy pounding 
along towards the loving mother 
arms, aching to enfold him. He 
thought of Italian Tony, happy in his 
extra dollar, and in his brief second 
of fellowship with the boss. And 
then he thought of Sam carrying his 
load of Christmas cheer to a cabin 


full of little pickaninnies, and re- thoughts, a part of that bitter re- 
joiced, as he remembered that soon morse which had filled his aching 
the spirit of Christmas would again heart ever since the day when he 
be smiling down upon happy child- had received back an unopened let- 
hood. As he thought all these happy ter left it forever. 


When snow is on the garden gate 

And frost is on the laurels, 
And clear upon the Winter air 

Arise the Christmas carols, 
Between the hosts of silver stars 

And meadows bleak and hoary, 
I think I see the angels pass 

In their immortal glory. 

The jeweled gates of Paradise 

On golden hinges swinging, 
Must open when the seraphs hear 

The childish voices singing; 
And when the chimes begin to play 

On Christmas morning early, 
I look for rows of haloed heads 

And folded pinions pearly. 

Though all the world is dim with storm 

And bitter winds are blowing, 
I dream of flashing wings between 

The shining or the snowing; 
And with the music of the bells 

From every steeple pealing, 
I listen for the sweeter notes 

Of angel voices stealing. 

— Minna Irving. 



By Clement C. Moore. 

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house 

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; 

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, 

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; 

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, 

While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads; 

And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, 

Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter 

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. 

Away to the window I flew like a flash, 

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. 

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow 

Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below, 

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, 

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, 

With a little old driver, so lively and quick, 

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. 

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, 

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; 

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen 

On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! 

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! 

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" 

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, 

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, 

So up to the housetop the coursers they flew, 

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. 

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof 

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. 

As I drew in my head, and was turning around, 

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. 

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, 

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; 

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, 

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. 

His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! 

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! 

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, 

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; 

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, 



And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; 

He had a broad face and a little round belly, 

That shook, when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly. 

He was chubby and plump, a right polly old elf, 

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; 

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, 

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; 

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, 

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, 

And laying his finger aside of his nose; 

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; 

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, 

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. 

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, 

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night." 


By Carolyn 

The Lost Star as it was called had 
been lost for many, many centuries. 
It would appear in the heavens here 
and there and again it would travel 
long weary miles ; weeks and months 
and years to find the place where it 
really belonged ; but always there was 
no place for it, not room enough for 
it to stand. 

At last it grew weary of searching 
so hopelessly for a place in the firma- 
ment and lay down on the rim of the 
world until it should find its true 
place ; at least until it should be rest- 
ed from its long, weary travels. 

The Lost Star however did not 
stop twinkling, for stars always 
laugh and twinkle unless they are 
dead, and the star on the rim of the 
world was not dead. It laughed now 
as the shepherd hoy on the Syrian 
hillside pointed to it, away down on 
the horizon rim. 

"That star looks like it might be 
on its side, resting," said Josie. 

His father laughed too. "Perhaps 


stars do get tired — just as we do 
when we watch clay and night. ISTo 
doubt they sleep in daytime like the 
little desert owls," said his father 
"The sun shines so brightly they can- 
not see and come out under cover 
of darkness to keep us from being 

"It would be lonely without the 
stars, wouldn't it?" said the brave 
shepherd lad. "Father, in many 
ways I would rather care for the 
sheep by night than in the daytime. 
Everything is so soft and beautiful 
and the stars are always out with 
us — only the wolves are more terri- 
ble at night. 

"Yes," said his father tenderly, 
"things Ave love seem more beauti- 
ful and softer in the soft gleam of 
the stars ; but dangers seem bigger 
and harder to meet than in the day- 
light. Have you noticed the lion's 
roar at night ! how much louder it 
sounds ? ' ' 
"Yes father," said little Jose, "but 



it really isn 't is it ? " 

"No, my lad," said his father. 
' ' Always remember my son, that 
dangers and troubles at night only 
seem bigger because we cannot see 
clearly. After the night mists have 
cleared away we can laugh at our 
fears of the night." 

' ' The Star, father ! ' ' exclaimed 
Josie, "it is gone. What happened 
to it"? Did it fall over the edge of 
the world, father?" 

' ' No, it has only gone to meet the 
morning light, and perhaps to take a 
rest as we are about to do — so soon 
as your brother and Renan come to 
care for the sheep." 

Faint rosy tints appeared in the 
eastern sky, gradually driving away 
the purple shades which hovered low 
in the valley and on the slopes to the 
high mountains. 

"Do you suppose the Star has 
sheep to look after too?" asked 
Josie as they gave them bits of rock 
salt to lick. 

"Yes, that Star helps to care for 
many, many sheep all over thet-o hills 
and mountains," said the father. 

' ' He holds the lantern doesn 't he ? ' ' 
Josie Avas so happy he danced a hip- 
pertoy-hop around the circle of the 
sheep. Over the hillside he could 
see brother and Renan coming toward 
them with their tall aspen staffs. 

"Father, T should like a tall staff 
like my brother's, then I could jump 
farther! and too, I'm most a grown 
shepherd," said he, viewing his 
brother's long strides over the rocks 
and boulders. 

"Yan shall have a tall staff as soon 
as the Lost Star finds its home," 
laughed his father. "You are a fine 

shepherd lad." 

Night after night they watched the 
Lost Star as it twinkled on the rim 
of. the world. It was a beautiful star 
with a diamond twinkle; it had a 
brighter twinkle than any star in 
the sky. Josie, as he Avatched it, 
longed for it to be set higher up in 
the sky. It was so lovely to view. 

Josie sat holding a glowing torch 
as his father was shaping an aspen 
staff. The sheep were asleep round 
about them — it seemed like a great 
field of snow at their feet, only that 
it was not cold. 

Suddenly, Josie 's hand gripped his 
father's arm as he saw two gleam- 
ing eyes among the rocks. He made 
no sound, only pointed with his fing- 
er. Quickly his father's eye follow- 
ed his finger and in a moment more 
a stone from the sling followed the 
same pathway. 

There Avas a loud shriek — then si- 
lence. The sheep jumped to their 
feet and slnA T ered : huddled one 
against the other. 

"Run Josie, and let them knoAV 
you are there; then they will lie down 
again. ' ' 

Josie ran to the frightened, bleat- 
ing group. He called softly a feAv 
Avords in the Syrian tongue, patted 
some of them on the head and came 
back again to hold the torch. 

"Father, those sheep are just like 
me, ' ' said Josie wistfully, watching 
the long staff taking form. 

His father looked at him. "Why 
do you say that, Josie?" 

' ' They are afraid of the dark Avhen 
no one is with them just like I Avould 
be if you Avere not with me," re- 
plied Josie. 



"But when you are big like your 
father, Josie, you will not be afraid 
of the night ( even when you are 
alone; for you will know that God 
in heaven is with you — near you," 
said his father. "You see that big 
ewe over there Josie, with the two 

' ' Yes, father, ' ' said Josie thought- 

"She is as big and about as old 
as she will ever be ; but she is as 
much afraid of the wolves coming 
tonight as she was when she was a 
little lamb. She will never outgroAv 
her fear of night. She is not as 
brave as my little shepherd lad." 

"And I have no fear of night now, 
father," said brave little Josie. 
' ' The song says, ' The Lord is my 
Shepherd,' and so He watches over 

1 ' Indeed He does, my lad ! ' ' re- 
plied the father. 

' ' The Star, father, look ! ' ' cried 
Josie jumping up and down with de- 
light. "It is moving from the rim 

up into the sky ! ' ' 

And so it was. A bright glowing 
star it was, moving slowly but sure- 
ly up into the sky. All night long 
they watched it and finally it set- 
tled in the eastern sky. It shone 
brighter than any star in the heav- 
ens and with a strange light. 

The hillside and valley were silent 
— not even the breezes or birds astir. 
There came through the stillness, 
singing as of an echo. 

"Glory to God, Glory to God! 
And on earth peace, 
Good- will towards men ! " 

"It is the Star of Jesus!" whis- 
pered little Josie through the still- 
ness when the music ceased. 

"Yes, Josie,'' said his father, wip- 
ing a tear from his cheek. "It is 
the Star of Bethlehem, which the 
wise men seek ! ' ' 

And this is the story of the Lost 
Star Avhich became the Star of Beth- 
lehem as it was told to me by the 
stars of that warm southern sky. 

For fear one waif, this winter night, 

Should lack a garment's fold, 
Bring forth fair vesture, warm and bright, 

Lest the dear Christ-child go cold! 

Nor let one hungry from your door 

Fare, sorrowing unfed, 
The whitest loaf bring from your store, 

Lest the Christ-child faint for bread! 

Hush mirth, to hark, this bless 'd eve, 
The wanderer's weakest cry — 

The homeless at your hearth receive, 
Lest the Christ-child pass you by! 

-Edith Hope Kinney. 




By Frank Dorrance Hopley. 

1 1 Close your eyes for five minutes ! 
What would it mean never to open 
them again, hut to have your active 
brain thinking busily, unable to ex- 
press itself, caged in a dark trap 
without any hope or outlet? 

' ' Think of your active body, its 
fearless motion, the freedom with 
which you walked and encountered 
even, perhaps the traffic in crowded 
streets where you J /watched the 
policeman's signal, or the changing 
lights which warned you of danger. 
What would you do in blindness? 
You would hesitate at first to walk 
across your own room. The very 
tables and chairs would be perils in 
your imagination. You would feel 
with your hands to ward off some 
menacing obstacle. The fear of the 
unknown hurting you in your black- 
ness would dog your every footstep. 

"Think what it would mean to 
you to have some -one come to you 
in your darkness who had met all 
the perils and the new horrors which 
haunted you now; who would teach 
you that in your blnidness you would 
ultimately find compensation." 

This is what Winfred Holt Math- 
er, the founder of the Lighthouse 
No. 1, writes in the Log of that orga- 
nization, telling of the work it has 
done for those who fight in darkness. 

And they do fight, these men and 
women, boys and girls; they do not 
resign themselves to black despair 
at their fate. After the first shock 
that comes with the knowledge that 
they will never see again, they 
straighten their shoulders, grit their 

teeth, and declare that even in the 
dark they will fight on. "It Shall 
Make No Difference" is their watch- 
word, and they live up to it. 

Lighthouse No. 1 of the New York 
Association for the Blind, was 
founded nearly twenty years ago to 
help those who could not see. From 
a small begining it has grown, until 
today, it ministers to the physical 
and spiritual needs or nearly 3,000 
men and women each year, who are 
condemned to live in darkness. 

The objects of the Lighthouse are 
stated as : 

To prevent unnecessary blindness. 

To help the blind to help them- 

To succor and relieve the ill, needy 
and aged blind. 

To give to the blind work, rec- 
reation and comfort- ' ' 

In the Lighthouse proper in East 
59th Street, the activities are many 
and varied. Class and individual 
instruction is given in silk, linen and 
rug weaving, basketry, cooking ma- 
chine and plain sewing, rug braid- 
ing, cane seating, typeAvriting, steno- 
graphy, switchboard operating, music 
and in many other branches of hand- 

The instructors and teachers who 
compose the crew of the Lighthouse 
are, in many instances, blind them- 
selves, and find deep satisfaction in 
being able to help others. Listen 
to what one of them, writing in the 
Log of the Lighthouse says : 

"Mr. Scandlin, who has the leader- 
ship of the Social Service, was one 



day showing a visitor, whose imagi- 
nation was short of his, over the 
Lighthouse. Together 'they 'jour- 
neyed to the swimming pool in the 
basement. There the sight of boys 
diving and splashing like joyful por- 
poises first began to open the eyes 
of the novice. Then he paused to 
hear the blind organist and the 
choral class at practice; next past 
the blind switchboard operator, the 
blind typist, stenographers^ cooks, 
teachers — until in a daze the visitor 
arrived on the roof, where a flock 
of blind Blue Birds (the youngest 
girls) were circling like swallows on 
their roller skates. 

' ' The blind guide let the marvel- 
ing guest rest for a moment to watch 
the children. Then her habit of 
mind — to think of the blind as un- 
imaginative dependents returned and 
she said to Mr. Scandlin, 'Any way 
I don 't see why you call this a 
Lighthouse, ' and he laughetl his 
triumphant laugh, for he had seen 
things in. his blindness which had 
been, until then, hidden from the 
seeing woman. 'What — Avhat — , you 
are not blind, too,' she gasped. 'Yes 
I am called blind, too,' responded 
the teacher." 

Believing that the only way to 
emphasize the maximum, "It Shall 
Make No Difference", is to make it 
literary true, the! Lighthouse crew 
insists that the blind shall act, dance 
skate, bowl, swim and sing, in fact 
do everything that seeing persons de- 
light to do. 

The Dramatic Club and Dancing 
Club are the most popular organi- 
zations. This! year the Lighthouse 
plays have been considered impor- 
tant enough to be taken into the 

Little Theatre Movement, a distinc- 
tion which many players who can see 
would be glad to have shown to them. 

Then there are the French conver- 
sation classes; the Glee) Club, the 
Current Events Class, the Music 
School where instruction is given in 
piano', violin and choral singing, and 
the physical exercise classes which 
play so important a part in main- 
taining the health and activity of 
the pupils. The Recreational Direc- 
toi' for women and girls says in 
her report : 

' ' The idea of recreation being edu- 
cational has been accepted at last by 
our Lighthouse industrial workers. It 
was very hard at first to make a girl, 
tired from the long busy day, willing 
to take physical exercise when all 
she' thought she needed was a bed. 
To laugh, to play, to dance, to sing 
for health is our creed at the light- 
house and we are growing in mind 
and body because of it. At noon our 
roof is used, no matter how cold the 
weather, and Ave feel better all the 
afternoon in consequence. 

"Our Recreation Department is 
active every night as well as after- 
noons, and our Saturdays are full 
to overflowing. Girl Scouts, Camp- 
fire Girls, Dramatic Girls, Dancing 
Girls, Social Girls, each with its own 
leaders, keeps Saturdays very busy." 

Another ray shed by the light- 
house is the sinner camp for girls, 
at Camp Hunger, on the Hudson, 
which was opened a year ago. There 
they live under the same conditions 
as their seeing sisters, making no 
concessions to their handicap. 

Listen to what the director of the 
camp has to say : 



"For years we have dreamed of 
such a life for our girls — feeling 
sure that sleeping out of door, in 
fact, living out of doors, drinking 
in the fresh air, getting brown and 
strong, would do more toward mak- 
ing our girls normal and wholesome 
than anything else in the world, and 
our dream has now come true. Our 
girls are better, bigger physically and 
mentally. We have our setting-up 
exercises at 7:30 A. M., and from 
then we alternate Avith physical work 
(gym, hikes, swimming), and hand 
work, quiet games and reading." 

And the boys are not forgotten, 
in fact, they are as important as 
the girls. They have their swimming 
club. The pool is the most popular 
place in summer, and for nine months 
of the year the bowling alleys are 
crowded, with a waiting list for each 
of the clubs. There is a troop of 
Boy Scouts which each year camps 
on Bear Mountain under the super- 
vision of a trained scout master, and 
do everything that boys with tAvo 
good eyes can do. 

One' of the most important rays 
which the Lighthouse sheds is that 
of the Bourne Workshop for Blind 
Men, situated on East 35th Street, 
Avhere an average of over six blind 
men are constantly employed. 

"The business has increased to 
over $200,000," says the manager, 
"and AA'e have been hard pressed for 
space to meet this increased pro- 
duction. The average weekly output 
lias been: Brooms, 5,000; mops, 2,- 
000; mop handles, 600. The spirit 
among the AA T orkers is extremely good 
and the men are \ 7 ery appreciative 
of the opportunity offered to become, 

in most cases, self-supporting." 

For the shop men Avho have no 
home, a small boarding house is run 
nearby, Avhere they have three nour- 
ishing meals a day and a comfort- 
able" shelter. This boarding house 
is run at a loss as many of the men 
are beyond the age Avhere they can 
become productive workers, and is an 
institution worthy of the highest 
praise and support. 

On the second floor of the Light- 
house is the handicraft shop, where 
articles of every description, made 
by blind men and women, are offer- 
ed for sale. Here are to be found 
brooms, mops, carpet beaters, bas- 
kets of every kind, dust cloths, ap 
rons, children's clothes, porch dress- 
es, smocks, garden sets, furniture, 
toys, knitted and crocheted articles, 
curtains, cushions, bags, etc., AA'hich 
find a ready sale among the friends 
of the Lighthouse. Charity is not 
asked for, good value is ahA'ays giv- 
en in return for the money expended. 

Still another bright ray that comes 
from the Lighthouse is the Social 
Service Work, which lends a help- 
ing hand to any one who need it. 

A typical and interesting case is 
given in the Log: 

"An officer from one of the police 
stations recently telephoned the field 
agent that they had taken in an old 
blind man who AA T as wandering about 
the city unattended. He stated that 
he came from the South but avouIcI 
answer no questions, or give any in- 
formation as to his intentions. 

' ' On urgent appeal from the police 
sergeant in charge, the Lighthouse 
undertook to relieve the police of 
his care, and the man Avas according- 


ly brought down in a police auto. 

"It then developed that he was a 
typical mountaineer of West Vir- 
ginia, leather leg boots and all, with- 
out exception one of the most strik- 
ing indivduals that the Lighthouse 
had seen in a long time. It turned 
out that he had traveled north to 
interview a physician with reference 
to having a pig's eye inserted in his 
own anatomy, and had by chance got- 
ten into New York, where he said 
he had been held a prisoner from 
the time of landing till the moment 
he reached the Lighthouse. He in- 
sisted that all he desired was to be 
conducted to the train for the near- 
by city, where he would confer with 
the doctor referred to. We arrang- 
ed that one of our guides should see 
him aboard the train, and' as he was 
so unused to city travel and so dif- 
ficult to help, he was sent to the ferry 
in a taxi-cab." 

The printing of a magazine for 
blind children in the Braille type, 
which is raised, has produced much 
joy among the little ones. The mag- 
azine is called The Searchlight, and 
is sent out quarterly, in March, June, 
September and December, through- 
out the country. Each number con- 
tains from twenty to twenty-five 
pages and the material used is gath- 
ered from the best books and peri- 
odicals available. 

One little girl in her delight at re- 
ceiving the magazine wrote : 
' ' Dear Searchlight : 

"When you found me, I was so 
lonelv. Now that vou come to me 

regularly, I wait Avith gladness. I 
read you, then I wait more. Dear 
Searchlight, I love you. I wish you 
would come oftener. ' ' 

There are many other rays that 
shine forth from the Lighthouse in 
addition to those already mentioned. 
The fresh air work for adults at the 
River Lighthouse at Cornwall, X. Y., 
where last year were entertained 261 
guests for two weeks each; the regu- 
lar entertainments, musicales, dances, 
including smokers and garden par- 
ties on the roof during the summer; 
the work among the colored blind ; 
the piano tuners' guild; the home 
work department where a large part 
of the wholesale orders are executed, 
the giving by friends of theatre and 
concert tickets for the best plays, 
which the blind maj 7 enjoy by hear- 
ing if they cannot see the actors. 
Since this delightful mode of giving 
pleasure to the Lighthouse people has 
been in vogue, over 27,000 tickets 
have been distributed. 

Fighting in the dark ! Yes, but 
into this sea of blackness there have 
penetrated a few rays from the 
Lighthouse, which have helped to 
make more bearable the eternal night. 

In the Lamp Room of the Light- 
house is one of their most treasured 
possessions. It is a large photograph 
of President Coolidge on which he 
has written : 

"No Earthly Power Can Blind the 
Spiritual Light." 

And the crew of the Lighthouse 
know this to be true. 

Some people do not believe in Santa Claus, but at this season of the 
year the jolly saint always has a working majority. — Greensboro News. 




By Charles Lamb. 

The following essay is a humorous treatment of the days of the year, with 
emphasis on the holidays and special days in the English calendar. You 
should read it with a sharp lookotit for the play on words. Each day sup- 
posedly acts in keeping with its character, and so the New Year's dinner 
party is kept in high mirth. But you cannot appreciate the humor until 
you understand what each day stands for. — Selected. 

The Old Year being dead, the New 
Year came of age, which he does by 
Calendar Law as soon as the breath 
is out of the old gentleman's body. 
Nothing would serve the youth but 
he must give a dinner upon the oc- 
casion, to which all the Days of the 
Year were invited. 

The Festivals, whom he appointed 
as his stewards, were mightily tak- 
en with the notion. They had been 
engaged time out of mind, they said, 
in providing mirth and cheer for 
mortals below ; and it was time that 
they should have a taste of their 

All the Days came to dinner. 
Covers were provided for three hun- 
dred and sixty-five guests at the 
principal table, with an occasional 
knife and fork at the sideboard for 
the Twenty-ninth of _ February. 

I should have told you that invi- 
tations had been sent out. The car- 
riers were the Hours — twelve as 
merry little whirligig foot pages as 
you should desire to see. They went 
all around, and found out the persons 
invited well enough, with , the ex- 
ception of Easter Day, Shrove Tues- 
day, and a few such Moveables, who 
had lately shifted their quarters. 

Well, they were all met at last, 
four Days, five Days, all sorts of 
Days, and a rare din they made of 

it. There was nothing but "Hail! 
fellow Day!" Well met, brother 
Day ! sister Day ! ' ' — only Lady Day 
kept a little on the aloof and seem- 
ed somewhat scornful. Yet some 
said that Twelfth Day cut her out, 
for she came in a silk suit, white and 
gold, like a queen on a frost cake 
all royal and glittering. 

The rest came, some in green, some 
in white — but Lent and his family 
were not yet out of mourning. Rainy 
Days came in dripping, and Sunshiny 
Days helped them to change their 
stockings. Wedding Day was there 
in his marriage finery. Pay Day 
came late, as he always does. Dooms- 
day sent word he might be expected. 

April Fool (as my lord's jester) 
took upon himself to marshal the 
guests. And wild work he made of 
it; good Days, bad Days, all were 
shuffled together. He had stuck the 
Twenty-first of June next to the 
Twenty-second of December, and the 
former looked like a maypole by 
the side of a marrowbone. Ash Wed- 
nesday got wedged in betAvixt Christ- 
mas and Lord Mayor's Day. 

At another part of the table, 
Shrove Tuesday was helping the Sec- 
onds of September to some broth, 
which courtesy the latter returned 
with the delicate thigh of a pheas- 
ant. The Last of Lent was spring- 



ing upon Shrovetide 's pancakes ; 
April Fool, seeing this, told him that 
he did well, for pancakes were, prop- 
er to a good fry-day. 

May Day, with that sweetness 
which is her own, made a neat speech 
proposing the health of the founder. 
This being done, the lordly New 
Year from the upper end of the 
table, in a cordial but somewhat 
lofty tone, returned thanks. 

They next fell to quibblevs and 
conundrums. The question being 
proposed, who had the greatest num- 
ber of followers — the Quarter Days 
said there could be no question as 
to that ; for they had all the credi- 
tors in the world dogging their heels. 
But April Fool gave it in favor of 
the Forty Days before Easter; be- 
cause the debtors in all cases out- 

numbered the creditors, and they 
kept Lent all the year. 

At last, dinner being ended, all 
the Days called for their cloaks and 
greatcoats, and took their leaves. 
Lord Mayor's Day went off in a 
Mist, as usual; Shortest Day in a 
deep black Fog, which wrapped the 
little gentleman all round like a 

Two Vigils, or watchmen, saw 
Christmas Day safe home. Another 
Vigil — a stout, sturdy patrol called 
the Eve of St. Christopher — escorted 
Ash Wednesday. 

Longest Day set off westward in 
beautiful crimson and gold — the rest, 
some in one fashion some in another, 
took their departure. 

— Last Essavs of Elia. 


We read a great deal about the inability of France to increase her 
population. The low birth rate is usually given as the reason. 

Acording to statistics recently published the cause of the depletion of 
population is not so much in its birth rate as in its death rate. In 
comparing figures with England it is found that France's birth rate is 
even a trifle above that of England. For every 1,000 populaton in Eng- 
land there are 19.4 births, while in France there are 19.7. But in the 
death rate it is found that for every 1,000 population 11.6 die, while in 
France the rate is 17 to every 1,000. Whether the cause of depletion in 
population is birth rate or death rate, the primary cause is likely the 
same — the mode of life. 



Christmas decorations sent to them ; 
and, most of all, the club 's good 
wshes for the Season. 

Rev. Thomas F. Higggins, pastor 
of the Forest Hill Methodist church, 
of Concord, conducted the services in 
the auditorium last Sunday after- 
noon. He took his text from Luke 
1:31: "And His name shall be call- 
ed Jesus. ' ' Everyone present en- 

joyed the sermon by Rev. Higgins. 

Santa Claus is getting pretty popu- 
lar with the boys of second cottage, 
as they have heard him several 
times /over the radio, during the'' 
past two weeks. One good thing 
about him is that they won't have tq 
wait long to see him come around, 
for he will be here on the night of 
the 24th 

By Lucy Larcom. 

There's a New Year coining, coming 
Out of some beautiful sphere; 
His baby eyes are bright 
With hope and delight; — 

We welcome you, happy New Year. 

There's an Old Year going, going 
Away in the winter drear; 
His beard is like snow 
And his footsteps are slow; 

Good-by to you, weary Old Year. 

There is always a New Year coming; 
There is always an Old Year to go; 

And never a tear 

Drops the happy New Year 
As he scatters his gifts in the snow. 

— C\vr\s\mas Kovjo — 

In the quiet hush of this Christmas night, 

The song of the angel band 
Seems wafted down on the tremulous light, 

That shines from the heavenly land. 
As we join our notes to the angels' strains, 

They sang in the i( Long Ago;" 
As the songs, which rang o'er Judea's plains, 

Ring now as they did before. 

Let us bury our strifes in love to God, 

And let peace our bosoms fill, 
And giving ourselves to the blessed Lord, 

To each other give good will, 
As the wise men brought to the infant King 

Their gifts with their prayers and praise, 
Let us our richest offerings bring 

With the songs of love we raise. 

As hungry, as needy, as sick, as poor, 

Or stranger in sorest need, 
He is not on earth as in days of yore, 

How then can we do this deed? 
There are men and women in want tonight, 

And children who cry for bread. 
There are homes where is neither warmth nor light, 

And hearts filled with dread. 

In His name let us seek each needy one, 

And to them His offerings bring; 
For such deeds of love to His poor thus done 

Are done unto Christ our King. 
So. during the whole of the Christmas tide, 

With His love we will be blest, 
An ent'rin? our homes, He will there abide 

Forever a loving guest. 



VOL. XIV CONCORD, N Q^^rf o, 1926 No. 6 


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of 4, 1923. 

A small ship launched on an unknown sea, 
A small seed planted from an unknown tree, 
Such is this strange New Year to you and me; 

Whither the vessel goeth, 

Or how the seed groweth, 

God only knoweth. 
But sail the ship and plant the seed; 
What's done in faith is done in deed. 

— Exchange. 


Elsewhere in this number we print an editorial expression from the Greens- 
boro News, citing* a statement of an alleged historian, who claims to have 
discovered that the Confederacy failed not because of a lack of food, rainment 
and amunition, but because of a lack of interest on the part of the governors 
of the, several states cbnstituing the Southern Confederacy. 

This historian ( ?) undertakes to prove his position true by citing the alleged 
fact that Gov. Vance, of North Carolina, had stored away 92,000 soldier out- 
fits and refused to give them out. Is there a single man or woman or child 
in North Carolina, who is familiar with the patriotism and sincerity of Zeb 
Vance, as has been handed down to us by word of mouth and the printed rec- 
ords, that will give credence to this statement? 

The News, by calling on a local historian of its own selection to take 


notice of this statement, manifests a considerable doubt of its accuracy. But 
having, if the statement be true, 92,000 pieces of soldier outfits does 
not remotely prove a lack of sympathy on the part of Gov. Vance. It is his- 
torically claimed that Gov. Vance exercised more effort and interest in the 
welfare of North Carolina's men at the front than was given by the govern- 
or of any other state to his men. 

If this new historian has no better proof of his contention than that he 
alleges in the record of Vance, he is in for a deserved fall. But, after a 
second thought, we cannot keep from wondering just what General Baldy 
Boyden, Mrs. Bettie C. Gibson or any other real Confederate soul thinks 
about this reason for the failure of the Confederacy? 


In perhaps every town and. city in the state there was a concerted effort to 
see that poor and needy children in their midst Avere not deprived of some 
Christmas cheer. No doubt in every such case there were impositions. Fami- 
lies called for help, placing themselves on. the eligible lists for remembrance, 
when the head of the family should have assumed the obligation and was 
amply able to do so. 

We have heard of several cases similar to this reported in this section. 
Such conduct is dishonest, but there are two sides to the proposition. 
It is reported that one man gave the head of a certain family twenty-five dol- 
lars to supply the Christmas cheer for his family, and, it is alleged that the 
head of that family on the following Monday purchased an automobile. An- 
other case is reported Avhere the children of a certain man appeared in an 
"Opportunity" and it Avas ascerted that the father rides about in taxies and 
busses, enjoying himself like a little lord. This report has been run doAvn; 
and the facts are as represented. But the children of the sporting father 
did not have shoes, poorly and thinly clad, and no hope of receiving Christ- 
mas cheer such as a child is entitled to do in a civilized and prosperous*coun- 

Was a mistake make in this manifestation of charity? Certainly not. 
The mistake, if any, lies in the fact that some officer has not done his duty. 
Such a father should be yanked up and made to take, Avhat Judge Bryson de- 
clares to be a remedy, a cure such as may be received by a personal association 
A\ 7 ith a county chain gang. Neglect the children, Avho are in need, because 
they have been sired by a sorry daddy and forced to exist under an umvhole- 


some environment ! A child Avith a sorry daddy, and what a pity there are 
so many, is in a worse fix than an orphan ; and the Good, Book, in which we 
have absolute faith, defines what true religion is and the exercise of this grace 
certainly includes the needy children of a good-for-nothing father. 

As long as time exists, kind hearts will be imposed upon, but the fact 
that this is possible does not excuse the skin-flint from playing Santa Claus 
to the needy child. 


Would that every man, woman and child in the state could hear the admir- 
able and sound charge as delivered to the grand-jury of Cabarus county on 
last Monday. In substance it was sound law, given so every one could under- 
stand ; it "was a treatise on good citizenship; it breathed an abiding, child- 
like faith in Christian morals ; it manifested a growing fear that fathers and 
mothers were not exercising that control of and interest in their offspring as 
their future requires: and the whole address was logical and eloquent — in 
fact, it was a classic. 

He paid a high compliment to the officers of the law in this "section in 
that they seemed trying to do their duty in the enforcement of the prohibi- 
tion law. Judge Bryson gave utterance to the fact that the man who patron- 
ized a bootlegger Avas guilty before the law and every whit as bad. A sober 
thought leads one to an endorsement of this position. It is just as bad to 
encourage lawlessness as to conceal stolen goods. But Judge Bryson spoke 
a parable when he declared that a county is just as dry as the public wishes 
it to be. It is not expected, as the Judge indicated, for the officers to make 
a clean sweep of this lawlessness without the aid of the public. 

Vagrancy came in for a severe and merited condemnation; and one wonders 
how some able-bodied people in every section really live — no evidence of 
employment or means of support — unless it is by boot-legging, maintaining 
gambling and unholy joints. Some of these today are being watched, the 
circle is daily growing smaller, and sooner or later they will be introduced to 
a chain gang cure. Tines are not effective — they are considered licenses; serv- 
ice in building good roads for honest people to ride on is the only cure. 

It is not given to many to celebrate their 100th anniversary of birth; but 
this distinction came to Rev. J. W. Wellons, D. D., of Elon College, on 
Thursday last. 


Dr. W. S. Rankin 
Director Haspital Section of the Duke Foundation See page 13. 


Ben Dixon MacNeill in News & Observer. 

Over the desk of Dr. Rankin, where lie has sat in the red brick building 
where he has worked for near two decades to the end that the world has 
made a path to his door and made him to walk up it into new fields, 
there hangs a picture of Napoleon. Yesterday I think he must have 
had it packed up to take with him to his new office in Charlotte. It was 
not there as I talked to him. 

Looking at Rankin,- and then at Napoleon, there is an inescapable 
similarity between them, a physical resemblance. It must be deeper 
than that. The biographies of the Little Corporal that I have read tell 
of a man whose sentences were crisp, Avhose voice was incisive, whose 
processes were direct, but who, when the situation demanded, could be 
swiftly adroit. They are alike in these things, too. There is, too, an 
unfathomable quality about Rankin that must have been characteristic 
of Napoleon. 

I wonder how much further the analogy might go. Rankin has fought 
an indomitable fight through these years, never as a spectacular leader, 
but shrewd — in the better sense of the word. He has gone out at the age 
of 46, with a vision the like of which I have not encountered anywhere 
among men. Elsewhere in the paper today there is a woefully inade- 
quate, I fear, story of what he has gone to do, and with what spirit he 
has gone. v 

Rankin is 46. He is an ernest disciple of Dr. Osier. He gives him- 
self fourteen years, in whieh to do the tremendous tastj that has been 
given into his hands. Napoleon was not much older when he died an ex- 
ile. Rankin has done already a phenomenal work, that reaches into 
every continent on the globe. It may be that his influence has saved 
already as many lives as the Napoleonic lust cost his generation. 

Sometimes I have seen him gaze at the picture of Napoleon above his 
desk, but I have never asked him what his thoughts were. But his talk 
is alwavs of saving men's lives. 


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Exactly 3,130 people shook hands with the president on New Year's. 
Just a punishing function that has become a habit. Bet the whole crowd Avas 
glad when it was over. 



By Old Hurrygraph. 

A favorite topic of conversation 
with many persons is the question 
of making money last, and regard it 
as a hard thing to do. It is. But 
the hardest thing about it is, making 
money first. 

When you shake hands with Old 
Man Grouch, and begin to tell him 
that there is something wrong with 
this fellow, and the other fellow, it 
would be well for you to investi- 
gate and see if you are not both of 
these fellows. 

It is always best to rejoice over, 
and do the best you can with what 
you have.' Your lot might be worse- 
Just suppose you were a germ and it 
took a million of you to make a man 
sick f 

If there is anything that parents 
have not learned from experience, 
in their past careers, it is more than 
likely that they can now learn from 
their children. The old saying that 
"The child is the father to the man,"' 
is nigh about true. 

In the "good old days" back 
yonder, it was usually the case that 
one girl turned one man's head. 
Now-a-days, all the girls turn the 
heads of all the men. 

The reason some people do not use 
their own advice comes from the 
fact that they give it all to other 
people, and have none left for their 
own use. 

The type of disposition and the 
mental attitude each one possesses 
is the result of mental training, to 
a large extent. The hatred and 
bloodsheds of the Middle Ages were 
mostly the result of ignorance and 
its brother bigotry, due to lack of 
mental training. The door of the 
mind was deliberately kept closed. 
The more one knows the less one 
hates. Wise men are the most 
humble; ignorant men, the most 
prejudiced and conceited. 

My old friend J. P. Riekter says, 
"Cheerfulness like spring, opens all 
the blossoms of the inner man. ' ' 
Rich is right. 

Carelessness and eussedness cause 
about ninety per cent of the troubles 
people meet with daily. These 
troubles ought not to happen. Peo- 
ple don't stop long enough to do 
some sensible thinking. In too big 
a rush- It is better to be safe than 

Most of the folks who lose money 
in investments are folks whd are 
not satisfied with the usual rates of 
returns. Every promoter of a fraud- 
ulent scheme deliberately appeals to 
the spirit of greed as well as to the 
spirit of credulity. When the two 
are united in one person he usually 
finds a victim. The person who is 
willing to work and save, and re- 
ceive a reasonable rate of interest 
on his money is seldom fleeced by 
sharpers. They are on the lookout 



for the man who is trying to get 
something for nothing. 

The honk of the automobile makes 
you feel; 
And its nearness scares you nigh 
out of breath; 
Your fears you can't conceal, as in 
the street you reel, 
For the strike of the car is 'often 

Lots of folks will ask you, "How 
is the world serving you?" It 
seems to me that is kinder putting 
the cart before the horse. Why 
shouldn't folks ask, "How are you 
serving the world?" If you treat 
the world right, its mighty apt to 
treat you all right, too. 

Dr. W. K. Boyd, of Duke Univer- 
sity, in his admirable and acurate 
"History of Durham," just off the 
press, gives this writer liberal and 
honorable mention, among the news- 
paper workers of Durham, in the 
past and in the present, which is 
most highly appreciated, "Old Hur- 
rygraph ' ' hopes he deserves the com- 
plimentary things said of him. If 
there is one thing I am proud of is 
the fact that for thirty-eight years 
I have been preaching the gospel of 
progress for Durham, ever having 
faith in her future as a great metro- 
polis. When Duke university, then 
known as Trinity college, was first 
carried to Raleigh, and then brought 
to Durham, my humble little after- 
noon paper was in the hottest of the 
fight, defending Durham's "moral, 
social and healthful environments,'' 
against the attacks of those who were 
opposing tli is move. Then, too T am 

happy in the thought that I pub- 
lished a daily paper in Durham for 
twenty-three years, without missing 
an issue, when the folks said, when it 
first started, when so mairy papers 
had gone down before it came on the 
scene, they would give me six months 
to run it. It ran 23 years, is run- 
ning now, going on 35 years, and I 
am still here, pulling for a great- 
er Durham, praise the Lord. I cer- 
tainly appreciate the fact that Dr. 
Boyd remembered me as a thread 
woven in the history of Durham. 
Along in 1889, when Durham was 
flat, upon her back, from a knock- 
out blow of wholesale failures, and 
the clouds the darkest she ever knew; 
when hope was in the throes of com- 
mercial despair, I held high the torch 
of faith, and kept the fires of en- 
couragement burning. They were 
days that tried a community's heart. 
But faith in Durham never did 
flicker out- Behold, what a great 
city, a little spark hath kindled! 

T have often wondered why some 
of the people who manufacture men's 
undershirts do not cut the sleeves 
out of the same piece of cloth ; in 
ofher words having the war]) in them 
to stretch the same way. It is al- 
most invariably the case 'that when 
a fellow gets some of the undershirts 
that one sleeve, in time, will draw up 
and tlie other draw out. One will 
crawl up your arm, and roll up like 
it was getting ready for a fight; and 
the other one will string out and run 
down like a man's coat sleeve dang- 
ling down from the arm of a small 
boy. The sleeves never travel the 
same way. To the arm it feels like 
one's coming and the other going. 



They shrink and they expand. It 's 
reduce on one side, and produce on 
the other. I never could understand 
how there could be such a difference 
in one garment. But it 's the fact. 

We never hear any more the ex- 
pression, used some forty or more 
years ago, of a man ''hiding behind 
a woman's skirt." No, sir; they 
can't do it these days. The skirt 
isn't there. It will soon be the fad 
for the women to hide behind the 
men's ballon pants. 

A hobo, very much begrimed from 
his travels, appeared at the door of 
a residence and requested a ''bite of 
a little something to eat as he hadn't 
had 'A mouthful since yesterday." 
The lady of the house instead of 
providing him with something to eat, 
remonstrated with him on his appear- 
ance, and suggested that he use a 
little soap and water occasionally. 
The hobo told her that he had con- 
sidered that question quite frequent- 
ly, but it was like this: "You see, 
lady, there are so many different 
kinds of soap these days, that it is 
hard to tell which is and which is not 
injurious to the skin, that I don't 
like to take any risks." 

Most beef eaters rave over "sirloin 
steak."' Do you know the origin of 
the name given to that particular cut 
of the beef '. One; romatic legend 
says that King Authur, pleased with 
the flavor of his favorite cut of beef 
arose from his dinner table, on one 
occasion, drew his sword, and in. a 
regal manner knighted the meat, dub- 
bing it ' ' Sir Loin ! ' ' Xow, dosen 't 
your beef taste better'? 

A great many -people hug to their 
bosoms the fallacy of getting some- 
thing for nothing. People who lose 
money in wildcat speculations lose it 
primarily because they are hoping 
and trying to get something for noth- 
ing. The idea is to get money with- 
out earning it; they want returns 
from money beyond all reasonable ex- 
pectation. Swindlers, as a general 
rule, excuse their operations by say- 
ing that the people they swindle are 
just as bad as they are because these 
people are trying to get something 
for nothing. That is not altogether 
true; but it has some elements of 
truth in it. It is the man who hopes 
to get ahead of somebody else in a 
quick fashion, that listens to the tales 
of the man who promises great wealth 
without effort. The desire to get 
something for nothing is dangerous 
in any walk of life; it is a desire 
that usually leads to disaster in 
things financial. 

Passing along Roxboro street the 
other morinig, a little tot some four 
or five years old, came out of a house 
with high steps in front. She car- 
ried a muffler in one hand and an 
empty milk, bottle in the other. 
When she reached the bottom 'of the 
steps she undertook to put the muf- 
vfler around her neck with one hand, 
and in doing so she let the bottle slip 
and it smashed to pieces on the pave- 
ment. Her look was of terror for a 
few moments; apparently not know- 
ing whether to scream of cry. I 
spoke a few words, in an effort to 
console her in the loss of the bottle. 
She then faintly smiled and said: "I 
broke it; gimme a nickle." In one 
so young she had the idea to make 



sympathy pay. Well, there's Wisdom 
in the mouth of babes. Sympathy 
that will not materially help a fellow 
when he is in distress, dosen't amount 
to much. 

The philosophy of life is gained 
day by day from among those around 
us, if Ave will bat observe closely and 
meditate upon our observations. A 
farmer, on one occasion, went into 
a bank with a cheek for $1,000. He 
wanted it cashed- The cashier was 
exceedingly anxious for him to de- 
posit the money- in that bank, and 
told him so. The farmer went to one 
side and counted his money. The 
cashier, smiling and as pleasing as a 
May morning, followed him over, and 
stood by his side interceding with 
him to make a deposit of the money 
in that bank. Finally the farmer 
said: "I'll tell you what I'll do. If 
you Avill smile as much, and look as 
pleasing when I draw my money out 
as you do now, asking me to deposit 
it in your bank, I'll deposit it here." 
The cashier agreed, and the farmer 
made the deposit on those terms, 
There is a great deal of human na- 
ture and practical philosophy in this 

Like the little boy, with the first 
money of any amount he had earned, 
was given one dollar's, worth of 
nickles and dimes, said, "He didn't 
know there was so much money in 
the world," I am tempted to make 
a similar expression. From the 
numerous presents kind expressions 
of good wishes for cheer and happi- 
ness, by word of mouth, beautiful 
cards and sincere letters, from home 

folks and all over this state and other 
states I didn't know there was so 
much good will in the land to stir 
the melodies of life in one 's heart. All 
of these good people are the projec- 
tors of cheer and the true spirit of 
Christmas. Now, if all of us will 
make the anticipation of our yester- 
days pass over into our tomorrows, 
day by day, our lives will be enriched 
and blessed beyond our conception- 
Life enriches itself fast when' it 
projects happiness. In the language 
of Tiny Tim, "God bless us, every 

Our likes and dislikes are a strange 
commingling of our feelings. Haven't 
yon seen people that completely fasci- 
nated you on the first sight, and after 
a more intimate acquaintance your first 
impressions turned to disgust? Then 
haven't you seen strangers, and with- 
out knowing why, you take a great 
dislike to them? The only reason 
you can give is, "I just don't like 
his looks." Then it turns out on 
longer acquaintance, you become to 
admire them. This state of affairs 
comes from the fact that you don't 
know them. A hasty judgment on 
first appearances, which are not al- 
ways a safe criterion. Some people 
wear well, some don't, like a suit of 
clothes too large for the /Wearer. 
Then in judging it is a mighty good 
rule to be slow in judging, lest we 
ourselves be judged. Oft times these 
likes and dislikes, hastly formed, are 
prejudices, without good reason, and 
the blame for them are on ourselves 
and not the other fellow- Let us be 
charitable with our judgments be- 
fore we pronounced them in words. 




By Ben Dixon McNeill. 

Every day in every year 100,000 
people in the two Carolinas are sick 
in bed. Ten thousand of the 100,- 
000 are so seriously ill that they 
ought to be in hospitals. The two 
states, in all their hospitals, have 
beds for 6,750 patients, but actually 
only 3,510 of these beds are occu- 
pied. The other 6,490 men, women 
and children, many of them sick 
unto death unless something- can be 
done for them, are not in the hos- 

In remote rural homes, in cot- 
tage's along the poorer streets of 
the towns, in lodging housese where 
live the man or woman who works 
for a nominal salary these 6,490 peo- 
ple who ought to be in hospitals 
fight their fight with death. Before 
sunset, tonight fifty of them will 
have been lost and tomorrow an- 
other fifty, and so through the pa- 
geant of tomorrows. Befpre them 
has gone a great company, and be- 
hind them comes another to fill the 

These 6,490 men, women and chil- 
dren are not in hospitals, and these 
fifty have died today because they 
are without resources with which to 
obtain hospital treatment. They 
were sick — they are dead, because 
they were poor. The thousands of 
beds available in the hospitals stand 
vacant because it costs too much for 
the sick to lie in them. Forty-eight 
per cent of the hospital beds in the 
two states are unoccupied. 

In the 3,510 beds that are occupied 
in the hospitals of the two states, 
one-third of the patients are char- 

ity patients. They pay nothing. 
The two-thirds who occupy the other 
beds pay the three thirds for the 
operation and maintenance of the 
hospital. First a patient avIio is able 
to pay must pay the debt of the 
charity patient before he himself 
can be treated. He is penalized for 
his ability to pay. 

Upon him who is aide to pay is 
placed the burden of a few of those 
who are not able to pay. Upon the 
two states is imposed the frightful 
economic loss of a hundred thousand 
people who are taken from pro- 
ductive places in the social struc- 
ture. Care of some sort thew must 
have, and the burden falls upon 
those who are nearest to the man 
who is sick. It is a heavy, sorrow- 
ful burden upon the hearts and 
upon the shoulders of the five mil- 
lion people who are the citizens of 
the two states. 

Picks Up the Burden. 

Yesterday a man lifted the bur- 
den to his own shoulders and went 
away to find a solution for it. On 
his shoulders he carried the great 
weight of a hundred thousand peo- 
ple who are sick. In his hands he 
had great wealth, the gift of a man 
but lately dead, dedicated to making 
light the burden. And in his heart, 
he carried with him a truth gotten 
from a little book. With the wealth 
i nhis hands and the truth in his 
heart, he found strength to bear 
lightly the burden of a hundred 
thousand sick. 

The man is Dr. Watson, S. Rankin. 
The wealth is the i>ift of James 



Buchanan Duke, forty million, per- 
haps fifty million, possibly sixty 
million dollars, set up in the Duke 
Foundation for the creation of hos- 
pital care and treatment in the two 
states. The truth in Dr. Rankin's 
heart he got from three stories in 
the New Testament — the story of 
the Trial in the Wilderness, the 
story of the Blind Beggar, and the 
story of the Samaritan and the 
Priest and the Levite. 

More formally the story could be 
told in a few brief sentences that 
would read about as follows: Dr. W. 
S. Rankin left yesterday for Char- 
lotte where he will open offices of 
the hospital section of the Duke 
Foundation. Within the next year 
Dr. Rankin believes that the Foun- 
dation will be able to distribute 
$2.30,000 toward the maintenance of 
charity beds in hospitals not opera- 
ted for private gain in the two Caro- 
lina*. The hospital section has com- 
pleted the plans under which it will 
distribute the funds made available 
in the Duke Endowment. 

Under the regulations adopted by 
the board of directors of the hos- 
pital section, appropriation of $1.00 
per bed per clay will be made to hos- 
pitals for charity patients. The only 
condition attached to the gift will be 
that the hospital maintain charity 
beds. They will be required to sub- 
mit to the board a statement of 
their operation at the end of each 
month on a form prepared by the 
board. These reports will be tabu- 
lated and a digest of them sent to 
each hospital with which the hospi- 
tal section has relations. 

For the present no appropriation 
■ill lie made for hospital construc- 

tion; If at any time the resources 
of the endowment are greater than 
the needs for maintenance of char- 
ity beds in the hospitals of the 
two States, appropriations for hos- 
pital construction may be made 
from time to time. At present the 
interest of the hospital section is 
primarily in maintenance. Until 
the estate of the late James B. 
Duke is appraised and settlement 
made of the several bequests, the 
exact amount of the endowment 
will not be known. 

Makes Hospital Survey. 

For the past 10 months Dr. Rankin 
lias been actively engaged in mak- 
ing a survey of the hospital re- 
sources in the two States in which 
the Duke endowment will operate 
and for purposes of information a 
comparative study of the hospital 
resources of the country at large. 
Voluminous statistics have been 
assembled and will be made the 
basis of the board's plans for ad- 
ministering the Duke Foundation. 
Dr. Rankin's experience as State 
Health. Officer has been invaluable 
to him in making the survey. 

Within the two States to be 
served by the Foundation he found 
that 20 to 30 peopt out of every 
1,000 population were sick in bed 
every day in the 3 r ear, and that 10 
per cent of them should be in hos- 
pitals. He finds that the proper hos- 
pital equipment should provide two 
beds for each 1,000 population. In 
the larger centers of population, due 
to abnormal conditions, th bed equip- 
in en should be five beds to the 1,000 
population, while in more rural areas 
one bed per 1,000 may be regarded 
as adequate. 



In the two States Dr. Rankin 
finds that there is an average of 
1.35 beds per 1,000 population. In 
order that the fixed overhead charg- 
es may be met, a hospital should 
have 75 per cent of its beds occu- 
pied at all times. In the two States 
in which the Foundation will operate, 
only .67 of the beds are occupied, or 
in other words, the available hospi- 
tal facilities are used only to the ex- 
tent of 52 per cent when 75 per cent 
is normal. 

One-third of the patients in hos- 
pitals pay, or able to pay their bills. 
The other two thirds pay the entire 
cost of maintaining the hospital. 
Private hospitals, while they have a 
lower percentage of charity patients, 
take them in large numbers because 
there is no escaping them. The most 
restricted private hospitals, take 
charity patients, and the others pay 
their way. It is the only method 
under which they can continue to 

Ninety five per cent of the troubles 
of hospitals are with finances. The 
one third of their resources absorbed 
by charity cases keep them constant- 
ly in financial difficulties. They try 
to do charity work when they are 
not prepared for it, and have only 
the most inadequate resources for 
taking care of such situations. It 
is this situation the Duke Foundation 
will try to remedy. It will try to 
lift the burden of caring for ten 
thousand off the • shoulders of the 
2,350 who can and do pay. 

And it will try to bring hospital 
facilities within the reach of the 
6,490 who do not go to hospitals be- 
cause they are not able to go. 

The Duke Foundation will ap- 

proach the problem from the stand- 
point of the charity patient. It will 
appropriate $1.00 per day per bed to 
60 hospitals in the two states, and 
will have available for the next year 
approximately $250,000. That will 
be the primary aid to the thousands 
who have not now ony hospital fa- 
cilities available because of their 
economic limitations. The money 
will be given without any strings 
tied to it. There will be no trading 
with the hospitals. It will, however, 
be made to help and not a substitute. 
The hospitals themselves must find 
a supplementary or complementary 

Hospitals having this relation with 
the Foundation will be required to 
submit monthly reports of operation 
costs. Items of overhead will be 
listed separately and made available 
for comparative purposes. One hos- 
pital may learn from another of 
more economical methods of opera- 
tion, and thus reduce the cost of 
operation. On the other hand 
of the ledger will be kept a per- 
patient cost, carefully itemized. One 
hospital may learn from another how 
economies may be affected. 

On the professional side of the 
subject another report will be made. 
Hospitals will report how many ope- 
rations of the various types were 
performed, by whom and with what 
results. For instance, a hospital will 
report that in a month 50 gall blad- 
der operations were done, with a 
death rate of 2.4. Another hospital 
may report that 50 were done with 
a death rate of 4.2. The report will 
be analyzed and sent back to the 
governing board of the institution. 

It may be seen that Dr. Smith 



opc-rated on 18 of the cases with no 
deaths. Dr. Brown operated on 12, 
Avith one death. Dr. Jones had 10 
operations and one dea'th. Dr. 
Black had 10 operations and four 
deaths. These facts will be called 
to the attention of the board for 
whatever action they may deem 
proper. Incompetent, careless or 
inexperienc/ed 'surgery "wjill be 
weeded jout off the hospital. And 
on the other hand the highest com- 
mendation will be given to men who 
are deserving of it. 

' ' The/se things are tremendously 
important, and their value cannot 
l)e easily over-estimated," said Dr. 
Rankin yesterday. ''We can bring 
hospital facilities within reach of 
the mass of the people, and we 
can bring the standard of service 
rendered them to a high degree 
that we have as yet only dreamed 
of. But it is not the highest good 
that will come of this bequest that 
Mr. Duke has set up here among 
the people from whom he came."' 
The Spiritual Side. 

""What higher thing have you 
dreamed of?" he was asked. 

"The spiritual side of this thing. 
So far you have seen only the ma- 
terial and the physical side of it. 
We have money and we can get 
brains and skill. We will have in 
the organization resources' for or- 
ganizing local and group interest in 
the general plan of hospitalization 
of the entire people of these two 
Slides. We will enlist their inter- 
est in litis ideal of service to hu- 
manity, and that is, after all, the 
great thing. 

"Let me get at it this way— df, 
when you were born, you had been 

taken to a beautiful island and 
there every wish you had ever had 
were gratified, you had never seen a 
thing suffer, you had never felt 
pain, you had never known sorrow, you 
had never seen wha want or distress 
or despair, you would not know sym- 
pathy. Lacking sympathy, you Avould 
not know love. The fundamental 
thing that makes you a part of life 
would be lacking in you. 

' ' A man lives in proportion as he 
is able to project himself into the 
lives of those around him. If his 
character is big enough, he can 
project himself into the whole world. 
He sees its joys, he sees its sorrows, 
he feels its pain, he is moved to com- 
passion. Character is two things, 
or it has two qualities. It has 
strength and it has size. It can have 
great strength and little size. Both 
come from exercise. 

' ' And here we exercise it. We 
can give it strength by projecting 
ourselves in sympathy outside our 
own interests. We can give it size 
by reaching out to see lugger hori- 
zons than our own interests or the 
interests of those who are nearest. 
!)]•. Rankin would illustrate by go- 
ing hack to the stories from the 
New Testament. Their practical ap- 
plication is in relieving the dis- 
tress of the world, the Wilderness 
for the growth of character and 
the others for the expansion of its 

' ' When I used to lecture on 
pathology at Wake Forest I told my 
students that disease is always the 
result of the violation of some 
physical law. Now I doubt that. 
There is a spiritual side to it. One 
day f read the story of where the 



Master with two of his disciples 
saAV the blind man in the gate. One 
of the disciples asked him, 'Master, 
who hath sinned — this man or his 
parents?' And He told them that 
neither had sinned but that the man 
"was blind in order that the works 
of the father might be made manifest 
in him. 

"Look now at our problem in the 
light of that fact. Here are the 
sick among us, not because of their 
own sins, nor for the sins of their 
fathers, but that in them and 
through them and for them we 
might make atonement. Through 
them we may come into the pos- 
session of our own souls and the ful- 
filment of our destinies as men and 
women. I believe that sickness will 
be here until we have learned that 

"I don't want to sound senti- 
mental, but this thing has a tre- 
mendous spiritual ^significance! to 
me. Too much has been preached 
about the Samaritan and too little 
attention has been paid to the Priest 
and the Levite that the Master put 
into his story. The church never 
preaches about them, but they are 
too typical of those of us who are 

hastening to preach and us Levites 
who are in- so great a hurry to go 
and sing the Psalms of David that we 
have no time for the traveler from 
•Jerusalem to Jericho. 

"Make the practical application of 
it yourself. Here we have these 
thousands of sick and afflicted. . To 
provide a vast charity out of this 
fund to care for them would be 
ruinous, and it would rot our souls. 
They are the wards of us all, and 
we must help them. Incidentally, 
this Foundation has a large fund 
but it is something that will merely 
head up a vast working of interest 
and responsibility that stirs us all. 

' ' When churches, communities, 
counties and groups realize their re- 
sponsibility, spiritual and material 
we will supplement their funds. To 
that end the great work of Mr. 
Duke 's indenture will be directed. 
It was not his idea that a colossal 
charity be set up, but that leader- 
ship and help might be provided 
for the mass of the people. That 
is what I will concern myself with 
primarily. Local hospitals, locally 
supported, and augmented by this 
fund, is the ideal of the Duke 
Foundation. ' ' 


It is said that Elias Howe, the inventor of the sewing machine, made 
his great discovery as ! the result of watching his wife make garments with 
her faithful needle often until far into the night, and wondering if 
something could not he done to relieve her of the drudgery. The 
first devices he made were simple and crude; they were' ineffectual and 
he was poor; and his neighbors both laughed and denounced him. But 
he kept on, clinging to his ideal and tugging at his task. And at last, 
the sewing machine started on its career as an emancipator of woman and 
a blessing to the race. The seeing eye, the dauntless heart, the per- 
severing hand — all are necessary to bring good things out of the land of 
dreams into the realm of reality. — Selected 




By James Hay Jr., 

These are the resounding days 
when ten thousand times ten thou- 
sand people are making cast-iron, 
nickel-plated, double-studded, Yale- 
locked resolutions to achieve success 
and come closer to the stars during 
the new and highly promising year 
of 1926. 

And, to get anywhere at all, each 
one of them has got to realize that, 
if he does not possess or does not 
develop a plentiful supply of nerve, 
he might as well quit his resoluting 

If he lacks nerve — though he he 
equipped with an imagination that 
douses Shakespeare's, a financial 
genius that beggars J. Pierpont Mor- 
gan's, and a gift for organization 
that makes Henry Ford look like a 
dub — if he lacks nerve, he is collaps- 
ed, out of the running, done. 

What I mean here by "nerve" 
is the stuff that never quits. 

One of the grizzled old generals 
who courtmartialed Colonel William 
Mitchell, remarked the other day: 
"A man may be afraid while going 
to the discharge of perilous duty, 
and yet may do that duty splen- 
didlv. ' ' 

That is one kind of nerve, the 
kind that refuses to. quit .though 
terror has it by the throat and the 
unknown clamp its heart with ice. 

Another kind, laughing at danger 
because it loves that sort of a thrill, 
takes a header into the high sea of 
menace, comes to the surface with a 
whoop, and, shaking the water from 
its eves and ears, strikes out for 

in Asheville Citizen. 

that shore which is the home of even 
greater threat. 

There is the nerve which) with 
bands playing' and guns «roaring and 
men yelling and flags flying, strides 
through barrage and bombardment 
to heroic victory. 

There is also the nerve which, 
alone, in the dark, without the spur 
of competition or the panoply of in- 
spiration, comes through to conquer 
a condition or a situation whose ex- 
istence not even its most beloved sus- 

A man, so despertely ill that phy- 
sicians said he had no chance to live, 
Avas brought to Asheville some years 
ago. He was accompanied by his 
wife and little daughter. His money 
gave out. They Avere in a strange 
town without friends. 

His wife had been trained for no 
sort of work. She was by nature re- 
tiring if not actually averse to meet- 
ing people in the mass. But her 
husband lacked and her child was 
about to go hungry. She went out 
and built up a business, a business 
of displaying hamples and securing 
orders for the goods direct from the 

She built it up while keeping house. 
She built it up by lugging a heavy 
suit-case of the samples from door 
to door in this town. She built it 
up so well that it took prizes in 
competition with other branches 
throughout the country and brought 
in a handsome income. 

I]' doing it she went against and 



overcame the" incredulity of the peo- 
ple; they did not believe she could 
succeed. She got the better of her 
own tastes and temperament. She 
conquered her f inexperience. She 
got away with two big jobs : the sell- 
ing business and the business of keep- 
ing house for husband and daughter. 
She did it because she had the sort 
of nerve that would make a stir in 
Valhalla itself, where only the brav- 
est of the brave set foot. She did 
it because, confronted by terrific 
necessity, she wouldn't quit and 
wouldn't whine. She made good on 
her owrj .queenliness. Because she 
knew she could beat the world, she 
did beat it. 

There is the story of the blind man 
who, because he has an unbeatable 
and bejeweled nerve, is oday a Sena- 
tor in the United States; of the 
bandsman who, when he lost both 
arms, learned to play the cornet with 
his toes; of the professional dancer 
who, laughing at the doctors' stories 
that nobody with a b'l'oken back 
like hers could ever walk again, kept 
on laughing through two years flat 
on her back, and finally got up and 
danced her way to as great an ova- 
tion as ever shook the walls of a 
New York theater. 

There is, too, the glamorous tale 
of a high array officer risking his 
rank and career to warn the country 
of the rottenness in its military avia- 

tion; of an aviator toying with death 
to prove that an aeroplane could be 
dropped from a dirigible in flight; 
of a bishop defying his church for 
his beliefs; of an artist inventing 
a new school of painting because he 
despised the old methods as insuffi- 

Nerve ! Gorgeous, unlimited, god- 
like nerve ! The world is full of it 
because it is the stuff of which civili- 
zation is woven, and because, without 
it, man is a pathetic and cringing 
creature kicked into the mud of med- 
iocrity by the ordinary run of cir- 

' ' Courage ! ' ' Hugh Walpole says 
in one of his books, " Courage! It 
the only thing that matters- ' ' 

The man who lacks it and refuses 
to cultivate it need expect nothing 
from 1926. The one who has it need 
put no limit to his desires, no bound- 
aries to his dreaming. Nerve is the 
great and irresistible magician. It 
beats down competition, snaps its 
fingers at physical ailment, laughs 
at difficulty, whistles impossibility 
to heel. 

Nerve — the sort that fronts all 
comers, refuses to bow its head, how- 
ever bloody, and has the light of 
laughter in its eyes, however 
bruised — nerve is the thing that is 
going to climb the heavens and stride 
from star to star in 1926 — and for- 

Don't look for the flaws ah you go through life 

And even when you find them 
It's wise and kind to be somewhat blind, 

And look for the virtue behind them. 




Greensboro News. 

Frank Lawrence Owsley associate 
professor of history at Vanderbilt 
university, has written a book en- 
titled "State Rights in the Confeder- 
acy'' in which he sets forth the 
thesis that ' ' the late Confederacy 
was not undone by the Union block- 
ade, or by lack of industrial re- 
sources and transportation, nor even 
by the military superiority of its 
foes, but by gross incompetence and 
lack of national spirit at home." 
The emphasis of the Owsley research- 
es appears to fall on the word "na- 
tional." He has arrayed a body of 
information pointing to the fact that 
the very doctrine of state rights 
"put into practice in the face of an 
enterprising and powerful enemy 
quickly turned out to be fatal. The 
( onfederacy collapsed because the 
Confederacy states distrusted one an- 
other, and because all of them dis- 
trusted the central government." 

To bolster the thesis Owsley 
brings forwrd facts: He lights on 
Governor Joseph E. Brown, of Geor- 
gia, for instance, and recalls the ap- 
pointment of 15,000 so-called offi- 
cers for the Georgia home guard, 
"all of Avhom escaped active service, 
and General Howell Cobb was told 
that there were more able-bodied 
draft-dodgers, between 18 and 45, 
in Georgia in 1864 than had gone 
into the Confederate service from 
the state during the whole war." 
There is more about Governor 
Brown with relation to the withhold- 
ing of supplies from the Confederate 
armies. When headquarters protest- 

ed, Governor Brown could and did 
reply that the Confederac3 T was 
founded on the theory of state rights. 
A review of the volume continues 
with reference to Governor Brown: 

He withheld supplies as well as 
men and so did most of his brother 
governors. Vance, of North Caro- 
lina, had 92,000 uniforms in his ware- 
houses at the close of the war, and 
large quantities of blankets, shoes 
and tents. At that very moment the 
survivors of Appomattox were strag- 
gling she in rags and bare feet. As 
Dr. Owsley says, Vance had enough 
uniforms ' ' to give every man in 
Lee 's army two apiece. ' ' 

Here is an item on which histor- 
ians in the state could supply in- 
formation — such a historian, for in- 
stance, as R. D. W. Connor. Did 
Governor Vance have 92,000 uniforms 
in his warehouses at the close of the 
Avar, and did he withhold them from 
Lee's army, and was there at that 
time need for those unforms or any 
uniforms in Lee's army? And if 
Governor Vance did have the uni- 
forms and did withhold them ,why 
did he? 

With the general outline of the 
Owsley thesis many of the histor- 
ians are in agreement, although not 
many (if, indeed, any) lay as much 
emphasis on the state right theory as 
'a major cause of the Confederate 
collapse. Unquestionably transporta- 
tion was a serious problem within the 
Confederacy. Moving supplies from 
the interior to the fighting units was 
a difficult and at times an impossi- 



ble task even with excellent general 
staff organization, and the Confeder- 
acy was lacking in such an organi- 
zation. Sherman's troops in Georgia 
could find food when prisoners at 
Ande/rsonviJIe were suffering firom 
lack of it. Eggleston in his recol- 
lections tells of a Confederate bat- 
tery stationed in South Carolina 
with rice available in the country 
around but put on short rations be- 

cause bacon and flour could not be 
transported from a distance. : There 
is much other such evidence. 

But the story of the 92,000 uni- 
forms in North Carolina at a time 
when Lee's army was in desperate 
need of clothing is a matter of too 
general interest and importance to 
North Carolinians to leave untouch- 
ed. The Daily News will welcome 
information about them. 




There is a beautiful Isle called 
Somewhere. Each of us holds clear 
title to it, although its location is a 
personal and profound secret. A man 
wearied by the day's work or dis- 
couraged by its result slips away to 
his Beautiful Isle, and the irritating 
concerns of the day fade into noth- 
ingness, the load of duties drops 
from his galled shoulders. 
. Once afoot in that delightful place, 
a man tarries blissfully, restoring his 
soul. There everything is as he 
would have it ; everything is touched 
with a transcendent and mysterious 
beauty. His tread is airy, and his 
heart is light. He carries no weight 
who travels on his Isle of Somewhere. 
And he tastes sweet peace. 

The most successful man is the 
one who has a well-marked road to 
his Beautiful Isle. The neighbors, 
of course, know nothing about it. All 
they know is what happens after he 
has been on a prolonged visit to the 
secret place. They see him after he 
has breathed deep of its inspiring 
air, after his foot has touched the 
magic soil. All they know about it 
is that here is a man who sees far- 
ther and more clearly, who does more 

completely, more surely, more happi- 
ly than other men. By these signs 
he is a practical man. Well he is. 
He is drawing on his inheritance. 
There is stored within each of us 
some of the wisdom and the power 
of all the men of all the ages. The 
wisdom of Solomon and patience of 
Job, the spirit of the Crusaders and 
daring of the Masters of the sea are 
ready to our call. Out of the past 
their voices speak to us, their spirits 
fire our own. But only in the si- 

Only on the Beautiful Isle of some- 
where can we close out the nagging 
of the hour and call the deep hidden 
forces within us to our aid. To each 
his own place, his own way. Cleve- 
land went a fishing, Roosevelt sought 
the still forests, John Finley walks 
all night under the stars, Cardinal 
Mercier kneels at the foot of the al- 
tar. Your grandmother reads an old 
Book that speaks of a peaceful land 
where there shall be no tears, no 
more night, no more sorrow, a place 
all beautiful and bright ; and from 
that promise she draws strength to 
go on for another day. 

A day of working under the sun 



sends the most practical of us to 
seek rest and renewal of spirit. Only 
the very, very young and untaught 
have not the secret of the Beautiful 
Isle of Somewhere. 


Somewhere the sun is shining, 
Somewhere the song birds dwell; 
Hush, then, thy sad repining, 
God lives and all is well. 

Somewhere the day is longer, 
Somewhere the task is done ; 

Somewhere the heart is stronger, 
Somewhere the guerdon won. 

Somewhere the load is lifted, 
Close by an open gate; 
Somewhere the clouds are rifted, 
Somewhere the angels Avait. 

Somewhere, Somewhere, beautiful 

Isle of Somewhere, 
Land of the true, where we live anew ; 
Beautiful Isle of Somewhere. 

— By Angelo Patri. 


Authors, it would appear, are more 
prone to eccentricity than any other 
class of men. Count Tolstoi always 
went hatless and barefooted, no mat- 
ter what the weather. Sir Arthur 
Cohan Doyle never wears an OA r er- 
coat, even in the coldest weather, 
and has a trick of unbuttoning his 
vest when he is lecturing' in a heated 

James Fenimore Cooper could not 
write unless he was chewing gum- 
drops, of which he ate large quanti- 
ties as he evolved his famous nov- 
els. ' 

Robert Browning was unable to sit 
still when writing', and always holes 
were worn in the carpet at his desk 
as the result of the constant shuffl- 
ing- of his feet. 

Edgar Allan Poe always took his 
cat to bed with him, and was very 
vain of the size and shapeliness of 
his feet. 

The late F. Marion Crawford used 
one penholder for the whole of one 
novel, and would not dream of chang- 

ing it for another until that particu- 
lar story was finished. He always 
carried his own pen, ink and paper 
with him wherever he went and re- 
fused to write with any other. Dis- 
raeli had a pen stuck over each ear 
when writing. 

It is recorded of Thackeray that 
every time he passed the house in 
which he wrote "Vanity Fair" he 
lifted his hat; and Hawthorne al- 
ways washed his hands before sit- 
ting down to read a letter from his 

A peculiarity of the younger Dum- 
as was that every time he published 
a novel he went and bought a paint- 
ing to mark the occasion. 

When Bjornson went out for his 
daily walk he had his pockets filled 
with seeds, which he scattered in lit- 
tle handfuls, on the road as he went 

Peculiarities of dress in authors 
are remarkable. Disraeli wore cor- 
sets. Dickens had a weakness for 
flashy jewelry. Bacon was so fond 



of fine clothes that he spent his odd 
time trying to design new styles and 
fashions. "When he could not per- 
suade any one to wear them, he got 

what satisfaction he could by hiring 
men to don his grotesque creations 
and premenade the streets in them. 


By Edwin Tarrisse. 

Not for many months had there 
been such a dangerous-looking fire 
as a New York fire chief found on 
reaching the corner of Bleecker 
Street and Broadway, in New York 
City, one election night. The flames 
were leaping across Bleecker Street 
from the tinder-dry old Empire Bank 
on the south side, and licking up the 
window-frames in the tall Manhat- 
tan Savings Institution building on 
the northeast corner. 

Second and third alarms had been 
sent in by the first battalion chief 
on hand, and these the cautious chief 
soon followed with a fourth, and then 
a fifth. So the streets near the fire 
were filled with apparatus. The noise 
of twenty-six steamers rose, like the 
purring of a gigantic cat, over the 
roar of the flames and the din of 
shouted orders, and afar off the siren 
of a fire-boat hooted it raucous warn- 
ing to the crowding North River craft, 
as the big fire-boat raced up the river 
from her berth at the Battery. 

It was early in the evening, and the 
great tide of the curious was just 
setting toward the bulletin-boards of 
election returns. The clanging bells 
of the hurrying engines warned the 
crowds that the bright light came 
from no old-fashioned election-night 
bonfire, and they surged after the 

The streets filled up, and traffic 

was blocked. Still the crowds came. 
The reserves from three police sta- 
tions were ordered out to help the 
men on post. They forced gback the 
eager spectators and got the fire-lines 
sufficiently extended, so that the fire- 
men had plenty of room to work. 

And they needed room. A strong- 
southeast breeze beat the leaping 
flames down, and drove them in lev- 
el jets of fire across narrow Bleeck- 
er street against the tall Manhattan 

Work as they might, the firemen 
could not check the fire. The chief 
saw that, in spite of the best his 
men could do, the flames were likely 
to take the Manhattan Building. 
Calls went out for special apparatus, 
and then the alert operators, watch- 
ing in fire headquarters, heard the 
little wheels of the register begin to 
buzz, and, listening intently, mark- 
ed "two nines," the desperate call 
for help that the chief had sent out 
only once before in his career. 

An instant later the heavy gong in 
every station-house in the city was 
hammering out the "two nine," and 
in ten seconds every engine not pre- 
viously called for had started for the 
fire, while part of the farthest-up- 
town system hurried down to take 
station in vacant houses and redis- 
triet the city. 

It was when the fire was at its 



worst that the crowd in Bleecker 
Street, well west of Broadway, saw 
the wonderful rescue. 

The men of half-a-dozen engines 
had taken their hose up into the 
Manhattan Building to fight the 
flames across the street, but in spite 
of them the fire got into the top 
floors of the building they were oc- 
cupying. So they had to turn their 
fight against the flames above their 
own heads, and the men of the in- 
surance patrols began to cover up 
everything in the building with their 
big rubber blankets. Assistant Fore- 
man Simmons, of Engine Three, with 
half-a-dozen men of his company, 
worked on the fifth floor of the 
Manhattan Building. They were so 
intent" on the fight they were making 
in Bleecker Street that they did not 
notice what was going on over their 
heads until, with a great crash, the 
seventh floor fell in at the rear. It 
carried the rear of the sixth floor 
down with it, and the ruins tore down- 
down the stairway, carrying a dozen 
men with them. 

Then Simmons saw that he was cut 
off. His hose-lines had been broken 
by the wreck of the stairway, .and he 
was helpless against the flames that 
Hew into the room from the rear. 

He ran to a window on the Broad- 
way side, and shouted to some of his 
fellows in the street. Flames were 
bursting out of the windows behind 
him on the Bleecker Street side. 

The men in the street had heard 
(if the wreck in the stairway. They 
had seen some firemen run out into 
the awful heat and get away, and 
they had seen one battalion chief 
carried out so badly injured that he 
would probably never respond to an- 

other alarm. They understood what 
Simmons' call meant. 

In a twinkling a great extension 
ladder began crawling up the Broad- 
way face of the Manhattan Building. 
The crowd in Bleecker Street saw 
that the fight for life had begun, and 
became silent with anxiety. 

The fire was near the men at the 
fifth floor window when the top of 
the long ladder came in sight. One 
by one they went out. Simmons 
waited for his men to go first; but 
the last went through smoke and 
flame, and the assistant foreman knew 
that he could not follow. The men 
in the street had made a mistake. 
The ladder had been erected to the 
southernmost window nearest Bleeck- 
er Street side. 

Simmons ran to the window far- 
thest north. The men in the street 
knew that before the big ladder could 
be shifted the fire, working through 
the building, would have reached 
Simmons. The crowd saw, too, and 
a deep, desperate shout boomed out 
above the roar of the fire. 

Then the great deed was done. On 
the fifth floor of the building ad- 
joining the Manhattan Building the 
men of the fire patrols One and Two 
Avere at work. They heard the shout 
of the crowd, and looked out of the 
window. In an. instant they compre- 
hended the peril of Simmons. 

The building they wulre in was 
older than the Manhatan, and the 
floors were not on the same level. 
Simmons, at his window, was three 
or four feet above them, and the 
Manhattan Building projected out 
front of their building almost a foot. 

The window ledge was too narrow 



to furnish footing, even for those 
steady-headed men of courage. 

Under Simmon's window was a 
ledge five inches wide. By this he 
could reach the corner of his build- 
ing if he had anything with which 
to steady himself; but after that — 
what ? 

It took but a fraction of a sec- 
ond to decide. Under their narrow 
ledge, and wired stoutly to it, the in- 
surance patrolmen saw a huge sign 
that ran across the face of the build- 
ing. Out on that sign crawled John 
Rush of Patrol Two. Close behind, 
with his arms clasping Rush by the 
legs and steadying him, came James 
Barnett of Patrol One. ' As they 
inched along the big sign, their mates 
followed, each clasping the man 
ahead, and each steadied by the man 
behind. Thus the span of life was 
formed that reached at last the cor- 
ner of the Manhatan Building. 

The angry roar of the fire behind 
him grew steadidly louder, but above 
it Simmons heard the voice of Rush 
calling to him. Then he saw the 
head and shoulders of Rush appear 
around the corner of the Manhat- 
tan Building. Rush had risen to his 
feet, and, steadied by Barnett, crawl- 

ed up to the ledge under Simmons ! s 

Simrfums stood out on the win- 
dowledge, leaned forward and eauaiit 
the ontstreatched hand of Rush. 
Then began tie backward passage. 
Steadied by Barnett, Rush and Sim- 
mons reached the corner. Around th e 
corner down „o the big, heavy sign, 
and slowly along it the brave fellows 
crawled. It seemer to the crowd in 
the street as if it would never be 

Desperate fear was in the watch- 
ers lest the sign should not bear the 
strain. If that gave way, no power 
could have Simmons and his mates 
from terrible death on the flagging 
60 feet below. But the sign held. 
Man by man they reached the win- 
dow; Barnett was in, Rush was in, 
and at last Simmons. For an in- 
stant the assistant foreman stood at 
the window and bared his head. 

A roar, like the thunder of an 
angry surf, rose up. to him from the 
street. Then a long hungry, red 
tongue thrust out of the window he 
had just left, curled around the 
corner of the Manhattan Building 
and leaped at the sign that had 
bridged his way to life. 


By Stanley Armstrong. 

All the cottages were decorated 
for Christmas, and most of them 
looked very nice. 

Messrs. Paul Owensby and Ralph 
Penninger, former officers at the 
School, were visitors here during the 

Mr. and Mrs. J. A. B. Goodman, 
of Mooresville, visited their daughter, 
Miss Vernie Goodman, during the 
Christmas holidays. 

Howard Keller. member of the 
ninth cottage, has been given a posi- 
tion in the shoe simp. We wish him 



all success toward making a good 

is now running a linotype in Norfolk, 

An oyster dinner was a thing to 
start the New Year off with, at least 
that is what the boys at the Jackson 
Training School started the year off 

Ernest Brown, Elvin Carlton, Jim- 
mie Steavenson, Leon Allen, Robert 
Hartline, Calvin Forbush, Doy Hag- 
wood Alwyn Shinn, Buford Carter 
and Ben Stubbs, were paroled during 
the past two weeks. 

Christmas has come and gone, and 
it is now far away, but the next good 
thing is that the Easter holidays 
will be here before long. All the 
boys will be glad to see them come 

Last Saturday was a warm day, 
and as there was no basketball 
game scheduled, the boys had a base- 
ball game. If the weather continues 
warm the baseball games may con- 

The Year 1926 is here, and the old 
year of 1925 is gone, never to return, 
we wonder how many of the boys 
here made resolutions New Year's 
day. Not many, we would guess, but 
we wish all who made these resolu- 
tions all success to keep them. 

Claude Coley, James Dalton, Er- 
nest Browning, Chas. Beach, Parks 
Newton and Oler Griffin, former boys 
at the institution, visited the School 
during the Christmas Holidays. 
Coley who was a member of the 
printing office force while here, 

The religious services on Sunday 
December 27th, were held by a dele- 
gation from Charlotte, under the di- 
rection of Mr. Thomas Shelton, the 
Boy's Work Secretary, at the Y. M. 
C. A. After the services Mr. Shel- 
ton treated each boy to an apple, for 
which all the hoys thank him very 

The menu for the Chirstmas Day 
dinner consisted of: Baked Chicken 
with Dressing, Cranberry Sauce, 
Rice. Gravy, Boiled Ham, Candied 
Yams, Pickles, Chocolate Cake, 
Mince Pie and Milk. This certainly 
was a good dinner, and we are sure 
that each boy disposed of a full 
share of it. 

The Training School basketball 
team was defeated Saturday, Dec- 
ember 26, by the Newell High School 
boys by a score of 22 to 6. The 
School boys did not score a point aft- 
er the first quarter of the game, al- 
though all the boys played well, but 
could not keep the visitors from 
scoring. After the game the visi- 
tors gave a yell of victory. This 
makes the School a total of losing 
1 and winning 2. 

Lee McBride, James and Zeb Hun- 
sucker, Ralph Hollars, Hewitt Col- 
lier, Lonnie and Lummie MeGee, 
Clarence Davis, HoAvard Riggs, Er- 
nest Brown, Robert McDaniel, Wil- 
lard Gillilan, Lester Staley, Robert 
Whitt, Sam Poplin, Louie Pate, Tom 
Grose, Frank Pettus, Walter Williams, 
Bill Billings, James Beddingfield, 



Otis Dime, Robert Hartline, Hurley 
Way, Nolan Woodford, Ernest and 
Leary Carlton, Calvin Forbush, Leon 
Allen and Doy Hagwood, composed 
the "Happy Squad" during the 
Christmas holidays. 

The Christmas holidays get in 
everyone's bones, at least they got 
into the bones of Mr. Brant Means, 
owner of the Star Theater, of Con- 
cord, for last Saturday, December 
26, he made it possible for the boys 
at the institution to see "The Pony 
Express," this was a picture about 
the early mail in the west. We cer- 
tainly thank Mr. Means for letting 
us have that good picture. Again, 
last Wednesday morning, he made it 
possible for the boys to see "Hearts 
of Oak, ' ' and a news reel. We again 
thank him for his kindness. 

The auditorium was decorated very 
nicely, especially the entrance which 
was decorated with cedar and elec- 
tric lights of red and green were 
strung out, and this made a very 
pretty sight. The electrical work 
was done by Mr. H. D. Spaugh, 
officer of the twelfth cottage. The 
interior of the auditorium was also 
decorated very neatly, with a large 
Christmas tree in the center of the 
stage, and several smaller ones on the 
side, wreaths were hung up in the 
windows, with a red bell in the cen- 
ter of them, holly was spread on the 
window sills. Above the Christ- 
mas tree was a large star, which look- 
ed very pretty, Avhen the auditorium 
was thrown in darkness. 

ducted the services in the auditorium 
last Sunday afternoon. His Scrip- 
ture Reading was from the first and 
third chapters of the Book of Reve- 
lations. He selected for his text the 
eighth verse of the third chapter of 
that Book, which reads as follows : 
' ' Behold, I have set before thee an 
open door, and no man can shut it : 
for thou hast a little strength. His 
sermon was about John being im- 
prisoned on an island surrounded by 
the sea, with no means of escape. 
John thought all the doors were shut 
upon him, and that he could not 
preach and go among the Christian 
people. But God said: "I have set 
before thee an open door, and no man 
can shut it." Not even the emperor of 
Rome. John Avas everywhere with 
Jesus, he was with Him at the last 
supper, and sat next to Jesus and 
when Jesus said that one of His fol- 
lowers would betray Him, John lean- 
ed over on the breast of Jesus, and 
heard the whisper of the name of the 
betrayer. John was also one of 
the youngest disciples. Rev. Lyerly 
preached a very interesting sermon, 
and it was enjoyed by all that were 

Rev. W. C. Lylerly, pastor of the 
Reformed Church, of Concord, con- 

The usual Christmas program was 
rendered Thursday evening, Decem- 
ber 24th, at 7 P. M. The program 
is as f ollows with a f ew details : 
The program was started off with 
the singing of a Christmas Carol 
"Hark the Herald Angels Sing," 
after which the boys recited in con- 
cert part of the second chapter of 
Luke, and a prayer led by Zeb Trex- 
ler : ' ' Greetings, ' ' Arnold Cecil ; when 
declamation was completed all the 
lights in the auditorium were turned 



out and the star above the Christ- 
mas tree was lighted and the boys 
sang the next Christmas Carol with 
it shining, then Rev. R. M. Courtney, 
pastor of the Central M. E. Church, 
of Concord, delivered the Christmas 
Sermon, in it he talked about what 
Christmas was for and the happy 
time people have celebrating the 
birth of Christ. Rev. Courtney 
preached a very interesting sermon, 
and it was enjoyed by all present. 
Then the program continued Avith 
' ' Story of the Nativity, ' '—Six Boys ; 
after their declamations were said 
the boys sung a song which was en- 
joyed by all present, "The Candle 
in the window, ' ' — Cucell Watkins ; 
then the boys sang a song, "Come 
Hither Ye Faithful' '— " Christmas 
Everywhere," — Broncho Owens; 
' ' Old Aunt Dinah 's Christmas ' ' — 
Virgil Shipes: this was very good 
declamation and the boy saying it was 
dressed like an old negro washer- 
woman and gave all a good laugh. 
"An Important Waiter" — Johnny 
Glenn ; ' ' Santa 's Age ' ' — Guerney 
Taylor; then a Song "0, Little Town 
of Bethlehem"— Schood; "Bill Jones' 
Neighbors" — "William Case, "Mr. 
Brown Returns Thanks" — Carl Hen- 
ry; "A Christmas Stocking" — Lon- 
nie McGee; "Christmas A. D. I."— 
Claude Evans, then a s,ong "Joy to 
the World" — School. Then came the 
great big thing that was the main at- 
traction on the program, and it was 
the distribution of the Christmas 
bags, the bags consisted of oranges, 
apples, nuts, candy, figs, tangerines 
and several other things. Then the 
Program was concluded with the 
singing' of the Doxology and the 
Benediction. The program was en- 

joyed by everyone present, and there 
was a large number of visitors here 
that night. 

Have you ever made a boy happy 
by an act of genuine thoughtful 
kindliness? Have you watched his 
shoulders straighten, his eyes sparkle, 
and his lips curve upward with that 
expression of good feeling that comes 
only ' ' when a feller meets a friend ? ' ' 
If you haven't, we direct you to the 
Men's Club of the Second Presby- 
terian church of Charlotte to prove 
that you have" missed a pleasant sen- 

The Training School has a rich 
endowment of friendships, and for 
many years members of this church 
have been among those whose names 
led all the rest. But this past 
Christmas time the members of the 
Men's Club decided that they not 
only wished to remember the school 
as a whole, but that they wished to 
give each boy a gift, a suitable gift, 
and to present it in such a way that 
it would bear the stamp of an in- 
dividual "Merry Christmas." The 
necessary funds having been sub- 
scribed, they did not deem it too 
much trouble to send a committee 
to the school to discuss the best 
possibly way to go about this busi- 
ness of being Santa Claus for four 
hundred boys, and a suitable time 
for the occasion to take place. Ac- 
cordingly, a delegation from the 
Club, headed by Mr. McNinch, Mr. 
Russell, Dr. Alexander Graham, and 
other members of the Club arrived 
at the school on the afternonn be- 
fore Christmas Day. 

The big tree and other Christmas 
decorations were in place in the audi- 



torium, and the boys assembled upon 
short notice. After the singing of 
a carol and the recitation of a Scrip- 
ture lesson by the boys, the visitors 
were introduced and attention -was 
directed to the hundreds of Christ- 
massy-looking packages piled beneath 
the tree. There was nothing cut- 
and-dried about those packages. 
Each holly box, tied with tinsel and 
stamped with appropriate greetings 
from the Club contained a handsome 
tie and handkerchief, and they were 

personally presented by men who 
seemed to enjoy it all quite as much 
ajs ; the boys themselves. Nor wais 
this all. A hundred new rolls for 
the player piano were presented amid 
loud applause from youngsters who 
like music quite as much, or more 
than the average person. 

Lots of nice things happened to 
the school at Christmas, and this es- 
pecially fine spirit of the men of the 
Second Church is esteemed as the 
4 • finishing- touch. ' ' 


Room No. 1. 

Russell Bowden, Joe Carrol, Flem- 
ming Floyd, Hyram Crier, Albert 
Johnson, Jno. Keenan, Valton Lee, 
Chas. Logging, Wm. Case, Herman 
Goodman, Elwyn Greene, Doy Hag- 
wood, Carl Henry, Hallie Matthews, 
Wm. Miller, Ralph Mai'tin, Louie 
Pait, Washington Pickett, Will Smith, 
Zeb Trexler, Mack Wentz, Robert 
Ward and Irvin Cooper. 

Isaac Anderson, Brevard Bradshaw, 
Howard Cloaninger, Wm. Creasman, 
Leo McBride, Homer Montgomery, 
Herbert Poteat, Donald Pate, Whit- 
lock Pridgen, Jimmie Stevenson, 
Cucell Watkins, Jas. Alexander, Leon 
Allen, Ernest Brown, Geo. Howard, 
Howard Keller, Floyd McAuthur, 
Richard Meekins, Willie Odom, Clyde 
Pierce, Roy Rector, Delmas Robert- 
son, Alwyn Shinn, Jno. Seagle, Archie 
Waddell, Aubrey Weaver and Graham 

Room No. 2. 

Clyde Brown, Dena Brown, Harvey 

Cook, Dave Driver, Jno. Faggart, 
Abraham Goodman, Roy Lafon, Brant- 
ley Pridgen, Teachey Rich, Wirron 
Terry, Newton Watkins, Bill Billings, 
Vance Cook, Jas. Long, Jas. May- 
berry, Clarence Maynard, Jas. 
Henry Jackson. 


Wm. Beard, Jas. Bedding-field, Jeff 
Blizzard, Paul Camp, Ed. Crenshaw 
Alton Etheridge, Walter Eevers, Car- 
lysle Hardy, Frank Hill, Robt. Hart- 
line, Jno. Johnson, Geo. McCone, 
Clyde Peterson, Joseph Stevens, 
Nolan Woodford, Albert Buck, Bruce 
Bennett, Russell Capps, Otis Dhue, 
Calvin Forbush, Byron Ford, Vernon 
Hall, Roy Johnson, Ralph Leather- 
wood, Bill Rising, Geo. Stanley, Paul 

Room No. 3 
"'A " 

Russell Caudill, Chas. Carter, Gar- 
land Rice, Lonnie McGee, Lummie 
McGee, Delmas Johnson, Joe John 
son, Robt. Whitt, Simon Wade, Troy 
Norris, Clyde Smith, Ralph Hollars, 
Herbert Floyd, Felix Moore. 




Lawrence Scales, Carlton Hegar, 
Jethro Mills, Bruce Sprinkle, Austin 

Room No. 4, 

Calvin Hensley, Walter Culler, 
Paul Sisk, Jack Steveson, Virgil 
Sliipes, Albert Smith, Langford HeAv- 
itt, William Wofford, Theodore Tea- 
gue, Clarence Withers, James McCoy, 
John Taylor, Chas. Murphy, Hewitt 
Collier, Clay Church, Woodrow Kiv- 


Elias Warren, Broncho Owens, 
Lawson Beasley, Ralph Wright, Will- 
iam Dunlap, Jack Thompson, Louis 
Pleasant, George Cox, Harold Ford, 
Lemuel Lane, Dan Albarty, Thurman 
Saunders, James Davis, Chas. Home, 
John Tomison and Maston Britt- 
Room No. 5. 

Earl Torrence, Al Pettigrew, Theo- 
dore Coleman, Carl Ballard; Otis 
Floyd, Turner Preddy, Ben Cook, 
Elmer Mooney, Chas. Carter, James 

Long, Marshall Weaver, Robert 
Cooper, Burton Emory, Myron Tomi- 
son, Tom Tedder, George Bristow, 
James Williams, Claude Wilson, Paul 
Sapp, Elbert Stansberry, Brunell 
Fink, Hazel Bobbins, Hallie Brad- 
ley, Reggie Payne, Lee King, John 
D. Sprinkle, Bill Goss, Willie Shaw, 
Tessie Massey, Howard Riddle, Ger- 
ney Taylor, Conley Aumond, Chas. 
Huggins, Andrew Parker, Chas. Tant, 
Robert Munday, Fuller Moore, Chas. 
Beaver, Roscoe Franklin, Emmitt 
Levy, Ben Chatten, Charlie Norton, 
Munford Glasgow, Herbert Camp- 
bell, Arnold Cecil, 'Eddie Lee Burdon 
R. A, Stancil and Robert Hays. 
Earl Edwards, Johnnie Glenn, Earl 
Mayfleld, Dewey Walker, Eldon De- 
Hart, Bennie Moore, Wendall Ram- 
say, Aaron Davis, Allen Cabe, Ver- 
non Jernigan, Perry Quinn, Pinkie 
Wrenn, Claude Whitacker, Amos 
Ramsay, Dubb Ellis, Ralph Clinard, 
Norman Beck, Nicola Bristow, Rob- 
ert Sprinkle, Leonard Miller, Ray 

Since there is so much tax-slashing enthusiasm among congressmen, 
let us remind them that by reducing expenses further they can slash and 
slash still more. — Houston Post-Dispatch. 


A days work on the 

When a railroad system extends for 8.000 miles 
across eleven states and employs 60,000 work- 
ers, it does a big days work. 
Here are the figures ol an average day on the 
Southern Railway System: 

Trains operated 1,270 

Passengers carried 50,000 

Carload of freight loaded on 
our lines and received from 

other railroads 8,000 

Ton-miles produced 32,000,000 

Tons of coal burned in loco- 
motives 14,000 

Wages paid $220,000 

Material purchased $135,000 

It takes management, and discipline, and 
a fine spirit of cooperation throughout 
the organization, to do this work day aft- 
er day, and maintain the standards of 
service that the South expects from the 




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RAMBLING AROUND Old Hurrygraph 8 


G. M. Love 10 


0. W. Hunt 11 



A REAL ROBINSON CRUSOE Emma Mauritz Larson 16 

SOME SNAKE MYTHS Asheville Citizen 21 



ATTRACT? News & Observer 24 

THE MONEY BREEDER Asheville Citizen 25 

PICTURES WE NEED Asheville Citizen 26 



INSTITUTION NOTES Stanley Armstrong 29 

The Uplift 



The Authority of the Stonewall Jackson Manual Training and Industrial 

School. Type-setting by the Boys Printing Class. Subscription 

Two Dollars the Year in Advance 

JAMES P. COOK, Editor, J. C. FISHER, Director Printing Department 

Entered as second-class matter Dec 4, 1920, at the Post Office at Concord, 
'N. C, under act of March 3, 1879. Acceptance for mailing at special rate 
of 4, 1923. 


If you can't catch the step; if you don't want to play the game; ,if you 
are so self-centered and so satisfied with yourself and can't see any good in 
others and their deeds and efforts in trying to serve others less fortunate, you 
can, at least, put up your little hammers and let the busy bees in your commu- 
nity alone. 


A grand jury in Spartanburg county. South .Carolina, went after certain of 
the county's public school teachers. They delivered themselves as fol- 
lows : 

"It has come to our attention that some of the young lady teachers in 
the county forget the influence they exert over the young people under 
their care in the communities where they are teaching, and lack modesty 
in their dress and are not circumspect in their conduct. The practice 
of taking automobile rides at night, attending public dances and keeping 
late hours is not what is expected of one engaged in developing future 
citizenship. We hope that a mere reference to this will be sufficient." 
"Sufficient" — it is absurd. The grand jury of that South Carolina county 
will not qualify as prophets. As long as certification for teachers is based 
on a mechanical principle and no regard is taken for those other fine quali- 
ties that every teacher should posses in order to become effective leaders in 
preparing children for citizenship, the school room is liable, at times, to in- 


lierit as a teacher that is a fashion copy-cat, and who lacks the fine qualities 
that are horn in her that promises a wholesome influence upon pupils. 

Grand juries cannot remedy the evil by such pronouncements, neither can 
the press bring about a reform that contemplates a young woman wearing' 
enough clothes to conceal her person — it is a matter for the mothers and 
fathers ; they alone may issue orders of consequence. 


That's an inspiring story and an object lesson, which the reader will find 
in the account of the life and efforts of John Williams. It shows just what 
one man may accomplish, if his heart and soul and talents are combined 
in an undertaking. We do not deny that man is called of God to under- 
take a task — but, somehow or other, Ave are inclined to believe that God 
moves in a mysterious way. Men may be called to start a proposition, but 
the call ma}- not involve a completion of the ,job. 

Some things are too big for one man alone to put across to completion. 
This brings us to a notice of the unusual comments of Mr. C. W. Hunt, who 
contributes for this number an observation on the Baldwin Southern Institute, 
which has gone upon the rocks at Charlotte. No reason can supplant faith. 
As! sure as there is a God there comes from Him a call, an impulse to some 
particular piece of work that has in view the uplift of humanity. We are 
aware that there are illusians in the lives of people, who claim they have 
had a call — possibly it is a call but not a spiritual call — but a call for per- 
sonal aggrandisement, either socially, politically or financially. That kind of 
a call goes clown in defeat. 

We make no doubt that Rev. Baldwin had a spiritual call, a call that in- 
volved the love of humanity. We musit not pass judgment; because the 
school is closed and the faithful brother declares that he "is through with 
it," do not warrant the conclusion that his efforts were altogether without 
fruit. Possibly the seed sown in fertile minds, the mind of some one person, 
Baldwin came in contact with, will continue to show itself in some phase of 
humanitarian work that would never have been realized without the influence 
of the Southern Institute, the creation of Baldwin's' call, or dream if that 
suits your views better. There can be no failure if even one soul is saved 
and brought to a higher arid finer realization of the magnitude and purposes 
of life. 

It is a mistake, we take .it, if one feels that he has a call from the In- 


finite God, not to answer it and trust for results. Failure as reckoned by a 
business mind differs widely from that by one who is prompted by the love 
of God and a love for his fellow man. Can it not be tihat God — if the brother 
was not mistaken in the call — used Rev. Baldwin just to\ this point for some 
specific purpose — remember, the field is the world, and, in the parable, your 
faith is likened unto a grain of mustard seed. 

John Williams accomplished a great work, but died at the hands of those 
Avhom he wished to serve; Rev. Baldwin, too, accomplished a great work, but 
failed, in the eyes of some, among those whom he served. 

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Pardon Commissioner Hoyle Sink has had a conference with Gov. McLean 
over a situation that has come to light bdfore him in the investigation of 
applicants for pardons. It developed that certain lawyers, employed by pri- 
vate parties to prosecute a defendant, after securing his conviction, appear- 
ed later as his attorney to secure his pardon. 

Gov. McLean and Mr. Sink regard this performance as unethical — and it 
is. A fine-tooth-comb lawyer may always be depended upon to do those things 
that make the upright and real laAvyers uncomfortable, because the average 
man things a lawyer is just a lawyer and all alike. And this is a Avoeful mis- 

A fair warning has thus come out from the pardoning department of the 
state that establishes a policy — a fine-tooth-lawyer need not appear. And 
it is at the same time to those who Avish faA'ors at the hands of the authori- 
ties a beacon light. 


Our Heavenly Father : 

The day returns and brings us the petty rounds of irritating concerns and 
duties. Help us to play the man; help us to perform these duties Avith 
laughter and kind faces; let cheerfulness and forbearance abound with in- 

Enable us to go blithely on our business all this day; bring us to our rest- 
ing beds weary, content and undishonored. 

And when the closing of this day fades in the West, and the stars in Thy fir- 
mament open their holy eyes, give again to us Thy priceless gift — refreshing 
sleep. Amen. — Ellwood Ivins, a business man of Philadelphia who amidst 


his large business affairs, finds time to recognize the needs of Divine guidance 
and aid. What a world this would be, if all likewise sincerely and daily ap- 
proached Providence? 


Rev. Thomas W. Smith, who left us last' year to make bis home with a 
daughter in Atlanta, took occasion to write us on December 22nd as fol- 
lows : ' ' Please find enclosed check for two dollars for the Boys ' Christmas 
Fund. Give my love to them. Wish you and Mrs. Cook a very Happy 
Christmas. Also that there may be good cheer, without alloy, for every 
officer and helper at the J. T. S." 

This old Confederate soldier, while a resident of Concord, gave to the in- 
stitution a loyal devotion and contributed a valuable service, without price, 
to the institution in providing for years a minister to hold our Sunday serv- 
ices. Though absent, sometimes, he never overlooked making provision for 
our Sunday's proper observance. 

Though absent in the flesh, this most worthy and faithful gentleman, cheers 
us on occasions with his pleasant and thoughtful remembrance. Oh, what 
a jewel is this thing Ave know as thoughtful friendship. 


The institution was favored by a visit from Judge Schenck, of Henderson- 
ville, on Sunday last. He came to see one of the boys and to mingle with 
the student body during the day. Judge Schenck sat with Supt. Roger's Sun- 
day School class and was deeply interested in the conduct of the lesson and 
the manner in which Mr. Roger's pupils entered into the spirit of the les- 
son. We like to have visits from the judges, the solicitors, statesmen, 
preachers, lawyers, doctors and all other good people, Avhose hearts are at- 
tuned to an interest in their fellowman and have a living knowledge that each 
of us are, in the final analysis, "thy brother's keeper." 

Some of the stuff that is being turned loose in the "Raleigh Forum," if 
permissable or ,necessary at all, would be more at home in a theater or a 
dance hall than it is in a Christian church. What will men and women, some 
limes do for a sensation! The genius that conceived that monstrosity appears 
to be an importation and is living off the tax money id' the Plate. Come 
among us to show us a few things, and people fall to it. 



Why does a dog wag his tail? Not 
by accident. It is part of an an- 
cient signal code, a veritable wig-wag 
with a white flag. For we must re- 
member, every dog that has any 
white on him at all has a white tip 
to his tail, at the least a few white 
hairs, says Ernest Thompson Seton 
in Colliers. We know, too, that the 
wild ancestor of the dog also had a 
white tail tip. We know that this 
Avild ancestor was a small yellowish 
animal with light spots over the eyes, 
that, he was indeed a kind of jack- 

Suppose our wild dog jackal sees 
a strange animal coming. The first 
wise thing to do is hide and watch 
the stranger — that is crouch in the 
grass. The stranger comes nearer. 
The crouching dog sees now the new- 
comer is one of his own kind — and 
maybe even a friend therefore not 
desirable food. 

Th strager is now so near that con- 
cealment is no longer possible. So 
the first wild dog rises and walks 
stiffly and guardedly forward. Then 
seeing no threats, the first dog raises 
his tail, so that the white flag' it 
bears is above the level of his back, 

and waves it from side to side. The 
other, not desiring war, responds with 
the same wig-wag signal. They are 
now friends. 

These things happened continual- 
ly in the wilds long ago. Today you 
may see them in our towns every day 
where there are roaming dogs. 

No creature has any habit through 
freak or accident. There is a rea- 
son back of every established prac- 

The wild dog, for instance, usual- 
ly slept Avhere bedtime found him. 
His blanket was on his back. He 
selected a dry, sheltered spot. Then 
he smoothed the grass or moved the 
sticks and pebbles by turning around 
two or three times. 

And this town-bred cousin does 
the very same today. The wild dog 
had -his bushy tail for a final wrap. 
His nose and his four paws, his only 
thinly clad parts, he huddled togeth- 
er, and around them he carried the 
wooly, warming tail. So do ehoAv 
and mastiff yet. If the terrier does 
not hide his nose with his wig-wag 
it is because his tail has been cut 


(Tampa Telegraph.) 

But why park anyway, If our goal is worth attainment, keep moving 
toward it every moment of the day, keeping constantly in mind the fact 
that while the other fellow is "parking" the gates are open, the fences 
down, the field wide open for development — and its your business to do 
the job. 





Electricity, for some time, has been 
put clown as one of the "current" 

Few persons wish others to know 
them as they know themselves. 

Many an old book has been to 
bound over to keep the piece. 

A prescription is something the 
druggist puts up and the patient puts 

Woman 's ' ' crowning glory ' ' is fast 
becoming merely a head band. 

It is better to taught at one's 
enemies than to hate them. If you 
must hate, hate hatred. 

A negro man and his wife were 
standing in front of a "cash and 
credit ' ' store. The dusky wife . was 
urging the ebony husband to go in 
and yet her one of the dresses dis- 
played in the window. ''You doesn't 
have to pay but a .fl down," she 
argued. "Don't less do dat," replied 
the hard-hearted husband; "Dese yer 
'stallment men hab a new pray'r 
now, child, dat goes like dis: 
'AY hen I lays myself down to sleep — 

''A dollar down; dollar a week;" 
"If I should die a 'fore I wake, 

" De 'stallment man my clo'es will 

By Old Hurrygraph. 

Did you ever think of it — a lot of 
people eat with their eyes? They 
do. They see things and imagine how 
good they would taste. Then they 
long for them and are not satisfied 
until they have devoured them. 
That's' life, and most of us take ad- 
vantage of life. So many live to 
eat, and not eat to live. 

We satisfy and over-indulge our ap- 
petites with things we crave, meat and 
drinks. And then dispepsia and 
sickness is abroad in the land, and 
Ave wonder why the good Lord does 
not bles us with good health, like 
others enjoy who are more guardful 
of their stomachs. Eating to live 
is one thing. Fulfilling one 's life plan 
is everything, being life itself, and in- 
dividual success. 

I hear it whispered around that 
there is an educator in Durham so 
absent-minded that when the nurse, 
sonic time ago, in announcing to him 
the new addition to the family, told 
liini it was a boy, remarked: "Ask 
him what he wants." 

I have been thinking for some time 
that it would be a good idea, if our 
city schools could find a little crevice 
in their program of exercises, to 
squeeze in a few minutes, and have 
read to the pupils the ordinances of 
the city, to acquaint them with the 
municipal laws under which they 
live, and thus instill a respect for 
"law and order." This idea is born 
of observation in "Rambling 
Around." At times children under 
sixteen years of age may be seen 
driving automobiles. That's against 
the law. Then on some of the streets, 
boys and girls, too, use the pave- 
ments for speedways in riding bicy- 
cles. That's against the law. Last 
Christmas even and day children were 
allowed, by their parents, to fire pop- 
crackers which was against the ordi- 


nance. If they do these things, and 
their young minds are not coached 
as Avhat is right, it will no doubt en- 
courage them to look lightly upon 
other laws and treat them with con- 
tempt. Keep the young informed 
on the laws and there will be less 

In my rambling around, on a cer- 
tain street, I see almost daily a four- 
ply optimist. On another street I see 
a four-ply pessimist. Both are busi- 
ness men. About the only difference 
I can see, other than their natural 
temperaments, is that the optimist 
appears to be doing the bigger busi- 

When you face a crisis it is neces- 
sary to think quickly and to the 
point. Quick thinking is largely a 
matter of practice. It is possible to 
train the mind just as it is possible 
to train the eye, or the hand, or to 
acquire skill in any line of endeavor 
by constantly applying one's self to 

the task. It requires a daily pro- 
gram and a determination to stick 
to it. Trained thinking leads to re- 
sourcefulness — and resourcefulness 
leads to success. This reminds me 
that I am a living example of quick 
thinking. When a small chap, not 
knowing how to swim, I was on an 
old tree trunk which bent over a 
river. It was pretty slick from the 
many freshets that swept over it. I 
slipped off in water about 15 feet 
deep. That was the quickest think- 
ing I ever did in my life. My whole 
12 years were before me in about two 
seconds. I happened to think I had 
two legs and two arms, and I used 
them vigorously. The paddling and 
kicking kept my head above water, 
and learned to swim right then and 
there. I had to do it, to get out. 
It was a life or death matter with 
me. But I would not advise persons 
wishing to learn to swim to take that 
method of learning. It is fraught 
with too much danger. 

There are more Johns in America, than any other name. After John 
comes William, then James. This has been ascertained by a check-up of 
a large number of telephone directories. 

It is apparent that religious names, from the Bible, are most generally 
considered when it comes to naming boys. Just why John should be the 
most popular is a question not yet answered, but there is no doubt of 
the fact that it indicates a very definite preference admiration, or interest. 
Bible names are another proof of the great influence which the Bible ex- 
erts upon the American people.— Selected. 




By G. M. Lore, Concord, N. C, 

About 1856 or 1857 I was a boy 
nine or ten years old and was in 
Lincolnton, N. C, with my father. 
About 12 o'clock we started across 
the Court Square towards our team, 
when going 1 in the opposite direction 
a freind of my father, Charles Coats- 
worth Henderson, called to us to go 
with him to dinner. My father asked 
to be excused, as he was in a hurry 
to get home. Mr. Henderson said, 
come on I have something for you at 
the house, so my father decided to go. 
After the meal was over we went in- 
to a room and Mr. Henderson went 
out a few moments and came back 
with something wrapped in a paper, 
and took a chair, then said : Mr. Lore, 
1 went to New Orleans on some busi- 
ness a few weeks ago and was lucky 
enough to get through with the busi- 
ness quicker than I expected, and as 
1 had not seen my brother Pickney 
for fifteen years decided to take a 
stage and go to Austin, Texas, and 
spend a week or so with my brother. 
When I reached Austin, about 11 
o'clock in the morning, I was tired and 
dusty from travel. I went to my room 
in the hotel and prepared to meet my 
brother. Coming down into the 
lobby 1 inquired of the clerk where 
T might find Governor Henderson, as 
he was called. Some gentliem;en 
spoke up and said, Governor Hender- 
son is in tlie Senate Chamber address- 
ing the Senate on some matter. So 
1 went to the door and the door- 
keeper »ave a direct look and said, 

you must be a brother of the Gover- 
nor. I told him I was but that my 
brother had not seen me for fifteen 
years and would not know me. He 
took me down the isle and gave me 
an end seat. As I sat down I noticed 
my brother halt in his talk and give 
a look in my direction, and in a few 
words told the Senate he would finish 
what he had to say later. He picked 
up his hat, and when he got to me 
caught me by the ear and led me 
out saying, "Even a Henderson 
can 't get lost in Texas. ' ' This inci- 
dent caused me to remember all that 

Mr. Henderson said on opening the 
package, Mr. Lore, Brother Pickney 
gave me five head of what he called 
orgum seed and further said we are 
making a fine quality of molasses out 
of it, take it home and see if you 
can grow it in the Old North State, 
we got it here a few years ago from 
some island and find it a valuable 
plant. Now Mr. Lore, I can't look 
after my farming interests very close 
and 1 am going to give you three heads 
and ask you to give it a fair trial, 
which task was gladly accepted by 
my father who planted it in good 
ground and had nearly an acre of 
as good cane as you ever saw grow. 
When it was ripe the molassess mak- 
ing started and a great many people 
from all over the State, and other 
States, got seed enough to plant a 
patch the next year, and from this 
started the cultivation of this vain- 



able plant all over the South. When 
the war came on a few years later 
it was a great boon to the South, as 
sugar was not obtainable except in 
a small territory near Louisiana. 
I am almost sure this was the first 

seed of this plant that came East of 
the Mississippi River, and Charles 
Coatsworth Henderson and his bro- 
ther Piekney were alike responsi- 
ble for its being- brought here. 

We think of Mexico as a sparsely settled, desert region, but it is in- 
teresting to note that its population (14,100,000) is mere than half as much 
again as Canada's although its area is but one-fifth that of our northern 
neighbor. — Boy's Life. 



By C. W. Hunt. 

Announcement of the closing of 
Southern Industrial Institute as a 
finally, made me think; produced a 
line of thought. Some who read 
this do not know, but the general 
reading public knows of Southern 
Industrial Institute, and of the grind 
that Rev. J. A. Baldwin has gone 
through, to make it a success, for 
more than 20 years; all the while 
feeling and telling his friends that 
he was following a call of God. Oft- 
en one finds an ignoramous telling 
that he has seen a vision and is 
laughed at, but here is a college bred 
man, in the itinerant Methodist 
ministry, feeling that he had as dis- 
tinct call to take up industrial edu- 
cation, as he ever had to preach a 
simple gospel. By laboring in the 
ministry in cotton mill sections, this 
call grew upon Baldwin, that he must 
make a place where the less for- 
tunate could get an education while 
they labored part of the time, and 
by this make men and women better 

citizens, with a better understand- 
ing of the call to a better and bright- 
er life. Acting on the faith that 
was in him, he set out, with faith 
only at his back to build a school 
founded on industry, believing 
friends would rally to his aid, with 
money as God led him(f) to build 
a school and a small mill attached, 
(The mill Avas never built) Avhich 
would furnish the place to labor and 
study, fifty fifty, and thus becom- 
ing men and women trained in in- 
dustrial pursuits and in mentality 
for better citizenship. Could you 
imagine anything finer than such a 
work f 

Baldwin has testified in print and 
in the public congregation of the 
distinctness of this call, and how it 
has possessed him soul and body, as 
lie has struggled against all kinds 
of odds that would have killed a less 
earnest man, years ago, to do a work 
set out to do. A debt that grew 
with the years, made him work all 



the harder, though he must have lost 
faith in friends that could not see 
as he saw and did not respond to 
the needs for cash to carry on; and 
which brings us face to face with an 
everlasting question: How Far Can 
We Answer A Call By Faith? "The 
arm of God is not shortened." But 
do not men allow a sentiment, an at- 
tempted implicit trust to take the 
place of good judgment and business 
sense? God created man a rational 
being ; gave him power to think ; a 
thing He gave to none other of His 
creation. There are recorded in- 
stances of men and women taking up 
the work of caring for Gods afflicted 
and deserted children, in the flesh, 
and the means flowing in as from 
higher up; but there are few instanc- 
es where God took the business sense 
of the average man away, that He 
might have His way with an other- 
vise intelligent creature, to do wond- 

In giving up the struggle, and ask- 
ing the court to appoint a receiver 
and close it out, and if possible pay 
debts of approximately eighty thous- 
and dollars, Mr. Baldwin is reported, 
in a daily paper, as saying: 

' ' The property value is here as it 
lies beautifully in the suburbs of 
I 'harlotte, but one cannot always tell 
what will happen under necessity. 
I can only say that any material or 
personal sacrifice any one may make 
will be small compared with that 
which comes to me and mine." 

Gave up an unequal fight, after 
years of unceasing grind, and an- 
nouncing, "I am through." The 
question is: If Baldwin had a call 

of God, why did not such a magnani- 
mous spirit to serve have God's 
miraculous help? Did any man, in 
modern times, ever have a distinct 
and unresisting call by a higher poAv- 
er, to do a work and made a failure 
of it? Here is food for thought. 
How far do our tastes and personal 
desires go in a. call to any work? 
Have not as many men made success- 
es at what they, at first, had no in- 
clination for, as ever went out under 
a call to specific work? 

A ease in point : The leaders of 
the Methodist Episcopal churches sf 
the nation voted last Summer and 
failed on the matter of uniting into 
one church, on a plan worked out 
after three years by a commission of 
25 each from each church, 47 of 
whom voted for what they had figur- 
ed out of a three year deadlock. 
When all hope had been, in a man- 
ner, abandoned a few claimed to be 
led of Cod to a compromise plan, 
and it was heralded to the world by 
wire that God had led them out. The 
Northern wing voted 95 per cent for 
the merger, but the Southern wing 
lacked more than nineteen hundred 
votes of the necessary three fourths 
majority of ratifying the plan. God 
called men, claiming to be doing 
God's special work, yet God allowed 
a minority to overrule and kill the 
pla%. If God had sanctioned the 
plan would He not have overruled 
the opposition ? 

How far can Ave ansAA r er a call by 
faith? Only so far as God given 
ability to be rational, to have com- 
mon sense and discretion leads us. 

The older we get the more truth we see in the copy-hook maxims. 




(From Greeusboro Record.) 

Representative Charles L. Aberne- 
thy, of the Third North Carolina 
Congressional district, on Wednes- 
day rendered the state a very real and 
valuable service in an address at the 
Deeper Waterways convention at Mi- 
ami. Fla., in which he vividly and suc- 
cinctly revealed to representative men 
of many states just what North Caro- 
lina is, what it has and what it is 
destined to be. Miami and all Flor- 
ida are now in an era of unparalleled 
development, a phenomenal one, in- 
deed, and the time and the place and 
the audience combined to provide an 
ideal setting and a valuable oppor- 
tunity for just the type of speech 
Mr. Abernathy made. It was in no 
sense boastful nor idle ; rather was 
it a simple, clear convincing' demon- 
stration that even Florida had no 
more to offer the home-seeker, the in- 
vestor and the builder than has the 
state of North Carolina. 

Such a compilation of facts, un- 
assailable as to truth and accuracy, as 
is embodied in the Abernethy address 
can hardly fail to impress thought- 
ful people who hear their promul- 
gation or read them. The prepara- 
tion of this address meant patient 
and painstaking labor, but in promul- 
gating the facts no less than in 
their collation speaker warmed them 
with his own pride in and for the 
state and its people. Nor was it 
inappropriate, for the gathering was 
one in the interest of deeper water- 
ways and the stimulation of coastwise 
traffic in which this state has a great 
and even vital interest. With an ex- 

tensive coast line magnificent harbors 
and a great and rich tributary coun- 
try, the development and maintenance 
of deeper waterways is matter of vital 
concern to North Carolinians, for 
upon its the state's own development, 
its access to the markets of the world 
and its present era of unequalled ex- 
pansion and development in a large 
measure depend. 

We can conceive of nothing better 
calculated to enlist the interest of 
home-seekers and of capitalists than 
the facts packed into this address. 
Indeed, we feel that they are worthy 
of perusal and perservation by our 
own people, many of whom are un- 
aware of the manifold primacy and 
leadership of North Carolina. We 
have no envy of Florida ; to the con- 
trary, we rejoice in all the prosper- 
ity which comes to her, but our first 
thought and interest are as to our 
own state. If Ave have as much and 
more in the matter of resources, 
opportunities and prospects of profit- 
able investment and homes amid ideal 
environments, why should we not tell 
the world? Many of the capitalists 
who have visited Florida or who spend 
a portion of the winter there may 
to their own. interest and [advan- 
tage be given a glimpse ol: what 
North Carolina is and what it has 
to offer investors and home seekers. 
Should the Florida wave begin reces 
cesion, many who have gone thither 
will doubtless visit or stop in this 
state. Such an address as that of 
]\It Aherhathy at Miami should be 
powerfully persuasive upon many 



to investigate the opportunities of 
North Carolina and its claims. 

If we do not speak for ourselves 
and let our opportunities and achieve- 

we expect others to do this? We 
need more such awakening address 
es, this, if we would broadcast our 
message to a restless wealth-pursuing, 

ments reinforce our words, how can home-seeking world. 

Aid to Housework. — "G-uess my girl in college has changed her mind 
about basketball. She is evidently going in for something more use- 

"How so?" 

"Now she writes that she has made the scrub team." — McKendree Re- 



By Eva 

Feeding the hungry in China is 
ceasing to he a matter of doling out 
rice to the starving. The constantly 
recurring famines and floods have 
forced the relief Avorkers to seek 
means to alleviate those conditions 
which lead to starvation. Scarcely 
a mission group but what makes its 
contribution in men to superintend 
the employment of refugees in work 
which shall serve to protect them 
against future calamity, while it pays 
them a living wage through their 
present need. 

The building of dykes to protect 
the farm lands from devastating 
floods is one method used. A con- 
crete instance helps to visualize this 
type of work. A district of about 
a thousand square miles was flooded 
by the Yangtze River's breaking 
through the dyke in two places. The 
crops for that year were ruined, and 
by the following spring the farmers 
were begging. The Famine Fund 
came in to relieve the situation. One 

R. Baird. 

of these breaks, three miles in length, 
was turned over to a group of mis- 
sionaries, with funds for its recon- 
struction, while Chinese coped with 
the other. 

Word was sent out to the farmers 
that the dyke was to be rebuilt, and 
that men were wanted for the Avork. 
With a late start in the season, there 
were only three mqnths until the 
certain rise of the river would again 
Hood the district. It Avas a race with 

Seven thousand men speedily res- 
ponded. With many of them came 
wivas and children, destitute ami 
hungry. Their town of little mat 
sheds was quickly built, and the first 
rice had to be paid in advance to 
feed the hungry. But the work be- 
gan, and the workmen and their 
families began to put on flesh. 

The work consisted of two process- 
es, carrying dirt and pounding it 
down. The distance of carrying va- 
ried from a hundred yards to a quart- 



ev of a mile, and was done mostly with 
baskets ' on carrying' poles. The 
pounding was with stones about a 
foot and a half in diameter, to which 
were fastened ropes, with a man at 
the end of each rope. Singing a work 
song, they lifted together, bringing 
the stone down upon the loose dirt. 
The dyke was a hundred and ten feet 
broad a|, the base, eighteen feet high 
and thirty feet wide at the top. It 
extended for the three miles that the 
river had broken through. Seven 
thousand men working by hand could 
do it before the river should rise, but 
for the missionary who superintended 
the men ( he had come to China to 
preach the gospel) it was something 
of an undertaking. 

When the workers were fed, up and 
had reached their normal strength, 
it became evident that the work would 
not be completed at the rate they 
were then going. So a new system 
of pay was instituted. Instead of a 
standard wage for a day's work, the 
whole thing was put on the basis of 
payment for work done. The men 
worked in sections, and each was 
marked with a stamp which indicat- 
ed the starting place of the work. In 

addition to pay for work done, money 
prizes were offered to those groups of 
men who should do the most work 
from one pay day to the next. By 
this time the refugees had become 
so prosperous that the prize money 
usually went in fire crackers. Boys 
and even women joined in the work. 
The dyke grew day by day. 

There were 'complications. Men, 
seeing the work was going through, 
became anxious about getting home 
to plant, none of them would har- 
vest. With good wages, men who 
had not been able to feed their fami- 
lies found enough for gambling. The 
government of the colony was in the 
hands of a military official. If his 
methods seemed severe at times, the 
situation seemed to justify it. 

The dyke was finished, there is a 
stone which tells of the faithfulness of 
the missionaries in charge, who were 
the Middlemen between giving Ameri- 
ca and starving China. They even 
received medals and government rec- 
ognition. But their chief reward 
has been in the protection of the 
farm lands and the livelihood given 
to the Chinese of that district. They 
have fed the hungry. 

Two negro women live in the same house on "Jeems" Island, one up 
stairs, the other down stairs, says the Charleston News & Courier. The 
other day Dina, who lives upstairs, heard a noise down stairs and asked 
"Who dat?" Nan, who lives down stairs, answered, "What dat who say, 
"Who dat?" Nan, who lives down stairs, answered, "Who dat who say, 
when I say, who dat?" 




By Emma Mauritz Larson. 

A little more than a century ago an 
English boy, after a few years of 
very simple schooling, went to work 
in the office of an iron shop. "Some 
Jay," the neighbors said, "he will 
probably come to be master of the 
shop, for he is a good worker for a 
boy." And they thought this all the 
more when they began to hear that 
after the iron workers had left the 
shop in the evening the boy who was 
expected to do only office work would 
slip into the shop and try to do all 
sorts of things with the iron and the 
forges. It really seemed a sthough he 
had magic in his hands when it came 
tc work with metal, for he soon 
learned to do the most difficult things 
with the iron. 

So it happened that when an order 
came for a very hard piece of work 
they used to call the boy from the of- 
fice in to turn out the tool or easting. 
And then his friends were all the 
more sure that he had been born to 
he a fine iron worker, and probably 
to build up a great business and get 
rich from it. And very likely even 
the boy, John Williams, planned to 
live that kind of a life. At least he 
did 'nt think he was going to be a rea, 
Robinson Crusoe some day and be- 
come master of bigger things than 
an iron shop. 

Strangely enough, it all happened 
through the iron shop, for it was 
the wife of his employer who met 
John on the street one day and asked 
him to go to church with her. This 
A\as the last thing in the world that 
John intended to do that Sunday 
evening, for lie was on his Avay to 

meet some young friends who only 
made fun of church. But this in- 
vitation was so urgent that he finally 
went with her, and he came out again 
with a very different thought in his 
head, for the minister had talked 
very simply, ;but strongly on the 
Avorth of the soul. John decided that 
the minister was right, that men and 
women and children were of more 
account than the mot interesting 
iron work, and that if he could do any- 
thing 1 to make the word happier and 
better he was going to do it. 

He began doing the things he 
could in. his little home town, and 
part of his time he spent in studying, 
too. But it was after he had de- 
cided that he would be a minister 
instead of an iron worker that he 
heard of a savage king on a far-away 
South Sea Island, who heard of 
Christ's wonderful life and teachings 
and had turned Christian. This 
King Pomare had been a cannibal, as 
all his people were, and his dark- 
skinned subjects were murderers and 
thieves and robbers. Everywhere 
there was cruelty and sufferings, un- 
til the king became a Christian, and 
then there was a great change as he 
taught his people this new way of 

When John Williams heard about 
this Samoan king and looked at a 
map to see the Island of Tahiti where 
he lived, he found it was only one 
of a great many groups of little 
islands. down there in the South Sea. 
In fact, the map was fairly sprink- 
led right there with islands. And 
when he asked the missionarv socie- 



ties who knew about it, about these 
other islands, they replied that every- 
one of those tiny dots on the map 
of the South Pacific represented an 
island where the people were still 
complete savages and cannibals, 
where life was unspeakably cruel be- 
cause the people had never heard of 
anything - better. 

So young John said, '"That's where 
I'm going.'' And that is where he 
went. It was a long journey, tak- 
ing a whole year on the sailing ship 
from the English port before a land- 
ing was made on the island of Eimeo, 
where some missionary work had been 
started not far from Tahiti. But 
John Williams was busy enough 
these long months on shipboard. For 
one thing, he had never been on a 
boat before, and he studied that boat 
from stem to stern and from its mast 
to its tight bottom. He thought it 
as interesting as making iron tools 
and castings, and later he was to 
use every bit of knowledge that he 
picked up on that ship. 

But first on this island he built a 
house for his wife and himself, for 
he had been married to a brave young 
woman just before he left England. 
They would need buildings from 
which they could work among these 
brown people. And they could do no 
better work in the beginning than 
to teach the savages something about 
how to make comfortable homes for 
their families. And before long on 
this one island which had had a lit- 
tle Christian teaching '-before and 
which was therefore not so savage 
or dangerous as the others there was 
a row two miles long along the beach 
of homes that the natives had built, 
copying the missionary's. Williams 

built all the furniture, too, with his 
own hands, chairs and tables and 
beds, and all the time he was doing 
this he was learning from the natives 
their queer language so that he could 
talk to them. 

Already he was beginning to plan 
that he would not work simply with 
the 1300 people on this one island. 
As soon as he knew the language and 
had built himself a boat he would 
go sailing around that part of the 
Pacific and go' to the islands on 
which no white man had ever land- 
ed, and tell them his Good News 
about a God who is Father of all 

But the people of Emieo wanted 
a chapel and he built that, almost 
two hundred feet long and a fourth 
as wide. Part of it he partitioned 
off for a courthouse. He wished he 
might have some of the fine ironwork 
from his old shop in England for 
chandeliers to light it with; but it 
was no use wishing that, and so he 
made with his clever hands a chande- 
lier of wood and used cocoanut shells 
for lamps. And all the island peo- 
pe stood around and admired this 
big building and its strange fittings. 

All the time that his hands were 
busy with this, his head and his 
tongue were just as busy, for he was 
teaching many of these Eimeo men 
and women about the gospel so that 
when they had boats they could go 
with him. Tie planned to go to one 
savage island after another and start 
the work there until it was safe to 
leav^ some of his black friends there 
as native teachers. So he was train- 
ing' as many teachers as he could 
Avhile he built houses and the 
chapel and finally boats. 



The natives were very short on 
nails, because nails had to be brought 
by ships from Europe, and they 
thought they couldn't build boats 
shiph, Iwould not leave one island in 
without nails. But John Williams 
experimerljed until 'he found a way 
that he could tie the planks tightly 
together with a sort of cord made 
by the natives, and the brown men 
were full of joy to find that boats 
could be built this way- 

Tn these small boats the missionary 
and his native teachers went to all 
the nearby islands, but there were 
others farther away over the rough 
ocean that he wished to reach and 
lie said, "If I only had a fleet of 
ships, 1 would not leave one island in 
all this Pacific Ocean without some- 
one to tell them what we white men 
have had the privilege of knowing so 
long, the way to happiness and the 
road to heaven." 

The Missionary Society in London 
wanted to send him a ship, but ships 
cost a great deal, and they could not. 
But John Williams, who had been 
known as a boy for his cheerfulness 
and the fun he could get out of work, 
said, "Well, if we can't get a real 
ship from the homeland, we'll build 
one ourselves down in these South 

He had nothing but a stone for an 
anvil, and he made his own charcoal 
to use in his forge. And then he 
was a real Robinson Crusoe in find- 
ing other materials on the tropical 
island for making that boat which he 
had already named in his mind "The 
Messenger of Peace.'' The ropes 
were made from the bark of a native 
plant, the hisbiscus. The sails were 
of rushes plaited together like the 

weaving of the mats that the natives 
slept on. For oakum he used dried 
banana stumps and cocoanut husks. 
From the breadfruit tree he got gum 
to coat the hull with. The worst of 
it was to get any iron, for the parts 
that ought to be iron, for these 
savages Avhen the. missionaries found 
them were living in the stone age 
and had only implements of stone- 

But John Williams had brought 
from England a few garden tools 
like a hoe, and some carpenter tools. 
He sacrificed his precious hoe and 
one of his pick-axes and a cooper's 
adz to get enough iron to make the 
hinges for the rudder, and shaped 
them on his stone anvil. In a little 
less than four months the seaworthy 
ship of eighty tons was ready for 
service, and the natives saw with 
amazement that a ship sixty feet long 
and strong enough to withstand the 
sea's buffetings had been built out 
of just the materials from their own 
island and a few scraps of iron by 
this eager, kind white friend who 
had come so far to help them all. 

So John Williams started out in 
his new boat to reach farther islands, 
and he found on them more suffering 
and wrong than he could have im- 
agined. In some places many of the 
babies were cruelly killed by their 
own parents, in others there was cons- 
tant warfare so that only a handful 
of people were left. Everywhere the 
women and little children were not 
treated like human beings. When a 
chief died, many women were killed 
to go with him on his spirit journey 
so that he would not be lonely. On 
every isjland he found the brown 
people doing things that it made his 
heart sick to see, but he knew that 



it was simply because they bad 
learned that way of living from their 
fathers and grandfathers and that 
knew no better. 

Sometimes the natives wanted to 
learn the new way and welcomed the 
white man when he came in his boat 
but many times they threatened to 
kill him if he came ashore and inter- 
fere with their worship of idols and 
evil spirits. But he was never 
afraid, and went to dangerous places, 
sure that some day God's love would 
win these savages to be gentle and 
honest and kind. 

Many days John Williams in his 
journeys Avas cut off from food sup- 
plies and lived on only the native 
roots that he could dig, and he slept 
out in the open where at any moment 
some treacherous native might club 
hi)r to death. 

But through it all he often said 
that he wouldn 't trade his work for 
any other job in the world. He went 
about it with such a joyous heart 
and with a courage that couldn't be 
broken, and after a little while the 
folks far across the sea in England 
and America began to hear about 
whole islands that had turned Christ- 
ian in the South Seas, about schools 
and chapels and printing presses that 
John Williams had started. But 
best of all they heard of brown peo- 
ple who no longer ate human flesh 
and who lived at peace with 
each other and who treated their 
children kindly and cared for the 
aged people instead of killing them 
off, and all because they knew at last 
they were all children of a loving 
Heavenly Father. 

And John Williams seemed to think 
of everything in his plans for mak- 

ing life more comfortable for these 
island people, after they had given 
up their cruel way of living-. They 
had no horses or cattle, so he im- 
ported these useful animals, and 
brought pigs from over the seas, too, 
that the people might have food. 
The natives were delighted, but they 
called all the animals pigs at first, 
the horse "the pig that carries a 
man," anc| the, donkey "the pig 
with long ears. "And when they 
saw the first dog, they called it "the 
barking pig." 

He sent home, too, for axes and 
knives and scissors and chisels and 
nails and farming tools so that the 
natives might be able to earn an hon- 
est living and never go back to steal- 
ing and warfare. No doubt his experi- 
ence in the iron shop as a boy helped 
him many times, but he seemed able 
to turn his hand to all sorts of things. 
He taught his native freinds how to 
grow sugar cane so that they har- 
vested fine crops. 

He had the joy of seeing wonder- 
ful things happen, like the sight of 
a fierce cheif who threw away his 
muskets and clubs and said, "I will 
use no weapons like that any more. 
This Gospel is the only thing I will, 
strike men with." And the black 
man, who had, been a cannibal, held 
nn his little copy of the Gospel of 
Matthew. Another native said, "Let 
us have no more cannon balls, but 
let the word of God be the only 
balls that Ave shall shoot to other 

And they did that verv thing. 
These islanders were splendid gener- 
ous Chritians, and no sooner had the 
good word themselves than they 
Avanted to help send it to other places. 



As John Williams traveled around to 
all the great number of places where 
he had started the work, one and 
another would say to him, "See, our 
church is going fine, and we have our 
school for the children. And no one 
is stealing any more. We can leave 
our property now, even on the open 
beach, for weeks and no one will 
take it. So we would like to help 
other islands to know the same good 
way. See, we have planned that each 
family will give a pig or some sugar 
cane or some other gift, and the 
missionary can sell them and use 
the money to send teachers to other 

On one island, when he came for a 
visit, they had collected from the 
sale of their possessions a gift of 
<.ver live hundred dollars to be spent 
on missionary work for places that 
had no John Williams to love them 
and teach them. 

For eighteen years John Williams 
was too happy and busy to spare 
time to go back home for a furlough. 
But when he did go and told his story 
,.f the islands of the South Seas, 
where in that comparatively short 
space of time he had taken the Good 
Xcws to 50,000 of the 70,000 people 
of the islands of the three groups 
where he was working, he set folks 
fairly on fire with his Avonderful 
story. And new help was promised 
for going forward with his work, so 
that other groups of islands could be 
reached that were still as savage as 
the Society Islands and the Herveys 
and the Samoans when lie first reach- 
ed them. 

He was glad in one way to go home 
and tell the story, but he was far 
more joyous to be returning south 

to try to win new islands for Christ's 
Kingdom. He was only forty-three 
years old, and some missionary work- 
ers have lived to be twice that age 
while they worked in strange, wild 

On his return he planned to go to 
the new island of Erromanga. White 
men had been there, but not mission- 
aries, and unfortunately the people 
of Erromanga had suffered much from 
those first white visitors . They were 
traders so greedy for gain that they 
had landed on Erromanga in order 
to cut down the valuable sandalwood 
trees to carry away on their ships; 
they built a fort and killed many of 
the natives who, 1 ./protested against 
the cutting down of the sandalwood 
trees. Natuarlry the natives were 
very angry and plotted revenge 
against the white race not knowing 
that there were men like John Will- 
iams who were giving their lives to 
helping the brown men. 

John Williams tried to land on 
savage Erromanga, as he had landed 
on so many other wild islands, and 
the natives stayed hidden on shore 
giving the missionary and his com- 
panion, a young missionary Avho' had 
just come to share the work in the 
islands, no idea of how filled they 
were with revenge for the wrongs 
they had suffered from the Avhite 
traders. So the two brave white men 
men landed from their little boat, but 
they did not get far up the beach 
when the people of Erromanga set 
upon them and clubbed them to 
death, not knowing that they were 
killing the best friend the brown men 
of the South Sea Islands had ever 

But even in that short lifetime 



John Williatos had lived so richly and but what does it matter, just so that 

done such wonderful things that he 
will be remembered as one of he 
great heroes of the world. And he 
himself would have said, "I am fac- 
ing the danger of death constantly, 

I have started the work in these dark 
islands and that the world knows 
now that these brown men can be 
changed from cannibals into the 
truest Christians. ' ' 

It has been wisely said that spite and ill nature are the most expensive 
luxuries of life. 



The most hated of all creatures on 
earth are snakes in every country 
they have been feared from time im- 
memorial, and Avherever the religion 
of the Bible has gone the snake is 
he symbol of evil. 

And yet there is less definite in- 
formation about snakes than any 
other creature, and far more misin- 
formation is prevalent even among 
experts, while people generally credit 
unnumbered myths and fables con- 
cerning snakes. Thousands, mil- 
lions perhaps believe that there is 
hoop-snake which takes its tail in 
its mouth and speedily rolls after 
its victim like a hoop. 

This and other beliefs he charac- 
terizes as myths have been studied 
by Dr. Howard A. Kelly, a Baltimore 
physician well known to doctors here, 
and he interestingly .tellls the re- 
sults of his searches, Ave learn from 
The Greenville Piedmont. It is de- 
monstrated that it is a fable which 
credits snakes with power to charm 
birds within their reach; the bird is 
merely defending her nest and young. 

Do snakes suck milk from cows? 
We do not doubt that many of our 
readers can tell of people who say 
they have seen snakes milking cows. 


Dr. Kelly says no snake was ever a 
milkmaid, and that no snake has a 
poisonous breath such as is attribu- 
ted to the puff adder. Some may 
reluctantly concede the right in this 
to Dr. Kelly but will say he is ask- 
ing too much from credulity when 
he says that the puff adder is "one 
of the nicest, most interesting, most 
gentlemanly of all our snakes. ' ' 

"What!'' they will exclaim, "This 
horrid snake swelling with, venom 
when apjn'oached, a real gejotleman?" 
It will be vain to argue with them 
that that the adder is a big bluff 
;iid no more dangerous than an an- 
gry rabbit. In fact there will not 
be lacking those who maintain thai- 
no matter if the snake be beaten to 
pulp it does not die until sundown. 

Do snakes swallow their young to 
protect them from danger and eject 
them when it is past? Many say so 
because they have killed snakes and 
found the young alive in the stomach, 
but this no proof, says Dr. Kelly. 
Many snakes lay no eggs but are vipar- 
ious. producing their young* alive. 
The Doctor further says that "No re- 
putable scientific man" has ever seen 
young snakes crawling either in or 
out of the mother's mouth. 



But here Dr. Kelly encounters an 
expert who does not agree with him. 
Dr. J. Percy Moore, now or formerly 
professor of zoology in the Univer- 
sity of Pennsylvania, in discussing 
the ' ' Rattlesnake ' ' in the Americana 
Encyclopedia states that it "is pret- 
ty clearly established ' ' thai the 
ground rattlesnake does swallow its 
progeny to protect them. He does 
not say he ever saw an instance of 
this however. 

The most dangerous snake in this 
country is not the rattlesnake but the 
Elaps, the American cobra, or "coral 
snake 1 ' a small creature which is of- 
ten mistaken for the harmless king- 
snak or gartersnake and is sometimes 
kept as a pet. It may be handled 
freely, seeming of kind disposition, 
but if hurt it strikes — and so deadly 
is the strike that Dr. Kelly says he 

has never known a victim to sur- 

What are people to use as remed- 
ies for snake-bite now that whiskey 
from snake-bite remedies than froin. 
snake-bite. Kerosene "so often 
given, is, of no use and is fatal when 
taken in large quantities." Lay off 
gasolene, too. 

"Whiskey has buried many a vic- 
tim who would have survived; alco- 
hol does no good but acts as a de- 
pressant," says Dr. Kelly. He char- 
acterizes as absurd the idea that one 
bitten by a snake cannot be made 
drunk Permanganate of potash is pre- 
sumably indicated as the best reme- 
dy — at least for poisonous snakes of 
this country, although it seems that 
in India there are snake poisons it 
does not neutralize. 


If you are on the gloomy line 

Get a transfer. 
If you are inclined to fret and pine 

Get a transfer. 
Get off the track of doubt and gloom; 
Get on the sunshine train, there's room- 
Get a transfer. 
If you're on the worry train 

Get a transfer. 
You must not stay there and complain 

Get a transfer. 
The cheerful cars are passing through, 
And there's lots of room for you — 

Get a transfer. 
If you're on the grouchy track 

Get a transfer. 
Just take a happy special back — 

Get a transfer. 
Jump on the train and pull the rope 
That lands you at the station HOPE — 

Get a transfer. 

THE UPLir»: 



S. A. Ashe in 
I am asked by Mrs. Anderson, of 
the Daughters of the Confederacy, 
to throw some light on the subject 
mentioned by Professor Owsley, and 
discussed in your recent editorial — 
why Vance did not supply uniforms 
and shoes to Lee's ragged soldiers at 
or after Appomattox. 

In the winter of 1863--1 Lee's army 
needed shoes and clothing and pro- 
visions. In the winter of 1864-5 the 
army Avas at Petersburg, Virginia, 
south of Richmond, and while they 
suffered many inconveniences, they 
were not barefooted, half-clad sol- 
diers — not ragged. Their condition 
as to food and clothing was not so 
distressing as to call for particular 
comment. If it had been, particular 
efforts would have been made by the 
Confederate quartermaster to supply 
their necessities in that regard. There 
Avas, howver, continuous battle, 
day by day, for months — and the 
men suffered terribly. 

Although on April 2 General Lee 
found it necessary to abandon 
Petersburg, and ordered a train load 
of provisions to be left at Amelia 
Court House. The train, however, did 
not stop there, but carried the pro- 
visions to Richmond. So when Lee 
fell back to Amelia Court House, 
there were no provisions. That led 
to disasters — and a march towards 
Appomattox without provisions, in 
which there was fighting every step 
— one day ten thousand of his men 
being taken prisoners. This was 
kept up for a week. During that 
horrible week of hurried retreat, 
pressed daily by the enemy, many 
soldiers may have lost clothing and 

Greensboro News. 

shoes, although I do not recall hav- 
ing heard of those distresses being 

Now do I understand Professor 
Owsley to suggest that Governor 
Vance ought to have forecasted these 
conditions, and had a depot of sup- 
plies at Appomattox? 

Had the army not been adequately 
supplied at Petersburg during the 
winter there might be cause for ad- 
verse comment, but not at Appomat- 

As for Vance, from September, 
1863, to the end of the war, he prob- 
ably did more than any other man, 
except alone General Lee and Presi- 
dent Davis, for the individual sol- 
diers, for the army and for the cause 
of the South. Originally he was not 
a state's rights Democrat, but a 
Whig. He took steps to secure sup- 
plies not merely for the army but 
for the people. In Avisdoin, as ex- 
emplified by his -measures, by his 
operations, avIio surpassed him? 

1885 he proudly called attention to 
the fact that during the Avar he had 
procured and distributed 250,000 uni- 
forms and 250,000 pairs of. shoes — 
and had spent 36 million dollars for 
supplies — and, looking forward to a 
continued struggle, he had on hand 
when the Avar unexpectedly ended 
uniforms and cloth to make into uni- 
forms, amounting to 92,000 uniforms. 
He never Avithheld anything the 
Confederate authorities desired, if 
he could supply it. What he had on 
hand in April, 1865, was for use 
Avhen called for. Vance is not to be 
mentioned in the same breath with 
BroAvn of Georgia. 




(News & Observer.) 

Are churches established where 
the gospel of Jesus Christ is preach- 
ed and for worship and for feed- 
ing the flock? Or are they to fall 
from their high estate and to become 
rivals of vaudevilles and theatres 
and dance halls? 

A little while age, when a New 
York preacher was rebuked by his 
bishop for introducing questionable 
dancing in his church on the Bowery, 
the North Carolina people were 
shocked at what seemed a profana- 
tion of the use of a church dedicat- 
ed to Avorship. And yet, in the so- 
called "Religions Forum" in Raleigh 
last Sunday night Rev. Mr. Shack- 
lette, State Prison chaplain, went 
further than has been before sug- 
gested in North Carolina when he 
was thus quoted : 

"Young people are saying the 
church is oldfashioned, and to reach 
them we must bring the influence 
of the church into their amuse- 
ments," the speaker said. He pic- 
tured a parish house which Avas the 
center of amusement for the young 
people, with dancing and other forms 
of amusement carried on. He real- 
ized that this was different from the 
ideas of the past generation, but de- 
clared that religion was a growth and 
a progress. 

Without passing upon the charac- 
ter of hospitality a minister may 
give to the guests in the parish house 
— that is a matter for each minister 
to decide for himself — here seems 
to be advocated a plan of amuse- 

ment and pleasure as a means of in- 
ducing church attendance. We do 
not belieA r e people attracted to the 
church by A^audeAdlle or dancing or 
other amusements however unob- 
jectionable in themselves, Avill be 
reached by the gospel message if such 
is their purpose in attending such 
pleasures. There is a time for all 
things and a place for all things, 
but the church should call people to 
COME UP. It should not COME 
DOWN. Its mission is holy and 
divine and men are saved by faith 
in preaching the Word. 

A Baptist preacher in Erie, Pa., 
on Sunday night gave vaudeA T ille acts 
a place in the service by actors and 
actresses from an Erie theatre. Ex- 
plaining the departure, the preach- 
er said "in the past the church has 
held an attitude of aloofness and 
condemnation with regard to the 
stage. I Avill not say at this time 
Avhether that Avas right or Avrong, 
but I thought a little experiment of 
co-operation betAveen church and 
theatre might not prove amiss. I 
hope the congregation of this church 
Avill receive the actors and actresses 
as human beings like the rest of us." 

The theatre, when it lives up to 
the best traditions, has a large place 
in interpretation, in entertainment, 
in recreation, in amusement. Actors 
and actresses are "human beings," 
many giving their talents to the 
presentation of plays that instruct 
and drive away dull care. But the 
mission of the theatre and the church 



are separate. The theatre does not 
undertake to lead men into the 
Christian faith and Christian life; 
though such plays as "As A Man 
Thinks/' ''The Servant in the 
House" and others are powerful ser- 
mons in themselves. 

It is the mission of the Christian 
church to ' ' make had men good and 
good men better" as defined by Dr. 
Conwell. It is to do this by hold- 
ing up the Perfect Man, to induce 
faith, to give strength in 'the hour 
of endurance and to give comfort 
which the world does not afford in 

the hour of trouble, and point the 
way to a glorious immortality. There 
is nothing comparable to it, no mes- 
sage so much needed, no other Light 
that brightens the pathway of men 
and women. The preacher with a 
divine message, with soul on fire with 
zeal and faith, who pours his . heart 
into the truth he proclaims will need 
no vaudeville stunts to attract to the 
church. People will be drawn to 
church only by an appeal to things 
holier and higher than vaudeville or 
dancing (old or new fashion). 


Asheville Citizen. 

Money breeds money as sure as a 
hen hatches chicks. If it were not 
for the banks and other predatory 
causes the world would be full of 
chickens and money. The hen lays 
ten eggs and each of these turns 
into a hen which lays ten more eggs 
which become hens — four more set- 
tings and there are a million hens. 

Money does not breed that fast, 
it is true, but give it a thousand 
years hatching period and it Avill at- 
tai amazing results. The ten dollars, 
for example, which an American has 
placed in a South American bank to 
remain there a thousand years at 
compound interest, Avill at the end of 
that period be so great that the an- 
nual interest it earns will be more 
money than there now is in existence. 

Does any one doubt this J ? Then 
take a look at the interest tables 
on a 5 per cent, basis which are cal- 
culated for 100 years — the statisti- 
cians appear to have stopped there; 

At the end of ten years $10 has be- 
come $16.20, and some may thought- 
lessly figure that therefore at the end 
of 100 years the $10 would have be- 
come $162. But this forgets the in- 
terest on interest ; the $10 would then 
have become $1,315. After that it 
gains amazingly. 

At then end of the thousand years, 
if the money is distributed, there will 
be three million dollars as the share 
of every human being on earth. No 
one will have to worry about mak- 
ing a living; as the end of the thou- 
sand years comes in sight fond 
parents will cease to lay by anything 
for their children and let life in- 
surance policies lapse. The future 
will hold no concern for them — each 
child will get three million dollars. 

The calculations are all correct in 
theory — they are mathematically er- 
ror proof — but in actuality there is 
no possibility of the result we have 
indicated. The Greenville Pied- 



mont has an imagination it some- 
times lets soar in the clouds, after 
the manner of all bright-minded per- 
sons, but it keeps its feet on this 
old earth and shows why theory can- 
not be fact. 

Consider, says The Piedmont, that 
for this fund to increase to prodigi- 
ous proportions people must borrow 
it and pay interest in what they 
borrow ; this is necessarily so. A 
little calculation will show that in 
the last ten years of the thousand- 
year period every jDerson on earth 
would have paid a million dollars 
in interest. 

Think of it — a million dollars paid 
in interest by every child at the time 
it becomes ten years old ! The grown 

ten years something like two hun- 
dred million dollars. Hoav would he 
invest it — who could be found to 
borrow money when he already had 
a hundred million or so to loan him- 

And, at, the end of the thousand 
years, everybody would of course 
have to pay the bank, so it could end 
its trusteesip. Pay? Pay with 
what ? Why, the entire world, it 
is calculated, would be worth only 
one five-thousandth part of the fund. 
Theory explodes; as a matter of 
fact, the world would not benefit by 
the mere accretion of that fund — it 
will create no more food, make no 
more wealth. 


Asheville Citizen. 

"Do you know the greatness of 
the corn crop in the three leading 
corn States in the nation — Iowa, Mis- 
souri and Illinois?'' inquires The New 
York Commercial, and then illustrates 
it by saying that, if you would place 
it in wagons ten abreast, to each of 
which is hitched a team of horses, 
and back of these place another row 
of ten and start the procession from 
Chicago, it would move as a continu- 
ous line, ten wagons broad, to New 
York City, thence aci'oss a pontoon 
bridge to London, then over another 
bridge to Paris, then to Moscow, and 
across all Siberia, over another 
bridge across the Pacific to San 
Francisco, and from there across the 
Rockies back to Chicago, "'and when 
the first ten teams reached Chicago, 
the last ten would just be leaving." 

That makes a vivid and compell- 
ing picture. It tells more than any 
juggling with mere figures and bush- 
els could ever make plain. North 
Carolina would profit much if simi- 
lar illustrations were aplied to her 
manufacturing and agricultural pro- 
duction. If all the flat-topped desks 
and tables manufactured annually 
in North Carolina were placed end- 
to-end in a single straight line, how 
far would they reach? If all the 
cigarettes made in a year in North 
Carolina were laid down end-to-end 
in one straight line, to what far 
reaches of the moon would they ex- 
tend ? 

Governor McLean, we are inform- 
ed, is having much publicity materi- 
al assembled to throw the spotlight 
of wonderment upon what North 


Carolina has accomplished and is do- 
ing. He can achieve his purpose ad- 
mirably, advertise the State pictures- 
quely and give the nation a neAv 
thrill if he will put some Tarheel 
Euclid on the job of calculating' in 
yards, miles, depths and heights the 
things North Carolina is giving to 
the world. 

For instance, if all the yards of 
cotton goods made in the State in a 

year were flung forth in a straight 
line from a giant hand, how many 
times would that colossal streamer 
wind itself around the earth ; and, if 
it were tied in a bow, against what 
distant stars would its end flap when 
blown about by winds uncharted by 
man? The answer to that would 
make good reading. It would be po- 
tent stuff to nourish State pride. 


If anybody is in a position to learn 
Avhat is wrong in many homes, it is the 
probation officer in our courts. He 
sees the 'inside of family life as few 
others ever see it. In Philadelphia 
alone, there were 17,;>74 juvenile cases 
disposed of last year. There were 
4,515 eases which involved the non- 
support of wives and usually at least 
of one child, often more. The proba- 
tion officer, Mr. Rennet, is convinced 
that tiie fault lies more with the pa- 
rents than with the "bad boys." He 
says, "If we could only have a school 
for parents, to train them in the art 
of rearing children, life would be one 
sweet dream and Philadelphia would 
have no need for its present elaborate 
and efficient court system." "When 
parents are constantly quarreling, how 
can any one expect the youngsters to 
be decent ? We certainly ought to 
have some sort of school to tell their 
dads and mothers how to train their 

He calls attention to the vast num- 
ber of husbands who are cruel to their 
Avives and fail to support them and 
their children. The court is doing 

good work in compelling such brutes 
to support them, and it has handled 
over $2,000,000 of their wages last 
year for such purposes. Another dis- 
tressing experience this court has is 
with young boys and girls who run 
off to get married and return to get 
into endless troubles and difficulties 
because they do not know the first 
thing about what is involved in marri- 
age. Mr. Bennet says, "it is heart- 
rending to see girls and boys come into 
court with a lot of trouble in their 
hands. When they ought to be play- 
ng, they have to attend to ther ba- 
bies. ' ' Truly one-half of the world 
does not know what is going on in the 
lower world. No wonder this officer 
thinks that the great need is a school 
for parents to teach them how to train 
their children. There are indeed such 
schools today. Ther^ cannot be too 
many of them. 

But before even such schools can do 
much that is worth while, living con- 
ditions in the congested sections of the 
cities nee'l to be eharied. Conditions 
as they are' allowed to exist in the 
great cities are scandalous. They 



should be forbidden, and people who 
are responsible for them should be 
taken in hand by the authorities. If 
the police force could be employed to 
cleanse the stables (for they are not 
homes) in the downtown sections and 
compel cleanliness and decency in 

those parts, co far as outward con- 
ditions are concerned, a great bur- 
den would be removed from our 
tion in large measure removed. Se- 
courts and a menace to our civiliza- 


Two brothers there were who went 
out one clay and by chance met a 
friend. In the conversation the 
friend inadvertently uttered a Avorcl 
that angered one of the brothers who 
was hot-tempered. He struck his 
friend who fell to the ground- To 
the amazement of the angered 
brother, the man did not rise, He 
had killed his friend. He had not 
meant it so. 

At the sight of the dead man, 
the brother who struck -the blow 

Men came by and found the other 
brothel with the dead man, They 
accused him 1 of the murder. It 
seemed incredible that such a charge 
should be made, because he had no 
thought of murder in his heart. He 
loved the dead man. 

Then he thought of his brother, 
and ho loved him. He was tried in 
the courts for murder, was condemn- 
ned, and hanged. Before his execution 
he confessed to his mother the whole 
situation, and bade her go to the 
ends of the earth to find the runaway 

brother and tell him that he had died 
for him. 

After a time the guilty brother 
came back and went to the court to 
confess his crime. ''There is no 
crime charged against you,'' the 
court informed him. He told of the 
crime and the court record' revealed 
that his brother had been executed 
for that crime. 

' ' I am guilty. My brother died 
for me. Alas! What shall I do?'' 
contritely confessed the guilty man. 

' ' The crime has been punished, the 
law has been vindicated, and the only 
thing I can advise you to do is to 
go forth and live worthy of the sacri- 
fice your brother made for you. ■ ' 
1 This is the substance of a story 
related with great effectiveness by 
Miss Gladys Ward m a recent ad- 
dress. Christ, the innocent, died 
for his guilty brother. What can I, 
the guilty brother, do when I' recog- 
nize what he has done for me? One 
thing T can do — live Avorthy of the 
sacrifice of love that has saved me 

Now comes an orchestra director with the anouncement that he has 
developed a species of jazz that even the deaf may hear, and all the time 
we had felt that here, at least, was one compensation for being deaf. 

News' & Observer 




By Stanley Armstrong. 

Some of the boys have been cut- 
ting wood during- the past Aveek. 

Letter writing day came around, 
and all the boys wrote a letter 

The past week is considered as a 
"wet Aveek," for Avhen it quit rain- 
ing it started to snow. 

Judge Schenck, of Hendersonville, 
Avas a visitor here last Sunday. He 
was AA^ell pleased with the School. 

Frank Pettus, member of the sev- 
enth cottage, Avas permited to spend 
a few days Avith his people in Char- 

The shoe shop boys have been 
pretty busy during the past AA'eek, 
repairing the boy's shoes. The shoes 
are being ^Yom out pretty fast noAv. 

Jennings Freeman and George 
BristoAA T , members of the second and 
ninth cotages, haA'e been giA'en posi- 
tions in the printing office. We Avish 
them all success to become good 
printers in the near future. 

Albert Garrison, Charles Nichols, 
Jeff Blizzard, Leonard Atkins, Law- 
rence Scales, John Seagle, received 
their paroles during the past week. 
We wish them all success toward 
making good AA-hile aAvay from the 

past AA 7 eek, this Avork was done by 
Messrs. A. J. Horton and Roy Ritchie. 
While scraping the roads, they had 
a little excitement, for the tractor 
which was pulling the scraper turn- 
ed over, but the good thing about it 
was, that no. one was hurt, and the 
only damage done was the steering 
wheel broken. 

All the boys are ahA'ays glad to 
see the months of January and Au- 
gust come around, for these two 
months are considered as the "pa- 
role months," of the year, for al- 
Avays during these months a number 
of boys get to go home. So far this 
month a large number of them have 
been paroled. 

The Cook Literary Society, of 
third cottage, elected the following 
officers for the ensuing three months: 
Willie Smith, President; James Long, 
Vice-President; Cucell Watkins, Re- 
cording Secretary and Program Com- 
mittee ; Douglas Williams, Brit Gat- 
lin, Lester LoA T e, Critics; George 
Stanlej 7 , Query Committee; Theodore 
Teague and Boyd Fowler, Appeal 

Some of the roads about the in- 
stitution Avere scrapped during the 

The fourth quarter of the Sunday 
School lesson ended Avith the last 
Sunday in December, and therefore, 
the old quarterlies Avere discarded and 
the neAv ones Avere put into use. In 
the study during the fourth quarter, 
the boys studied mostly about the 
Apostle Paul and the early Chris- 
tian Church. The new quarterlies are 
about the Gospel According to John. 



Already the two lessons that Ave have 
studied, have proved very interest- 
ing-, and we know that the whole 
quarter will be the same way. 

Rev. T. W\ Smith, of Atlanta, Ga., 
conducted the services in the audito- 
rium last Sunday afternoon. He se- 
lected for his Scripture Lesson from 
the nineteenth Psalm starting' with 
the seventh verse. His talk was 
based mostly on the laws, rules and 
regulations of the institution, how 
you would come out if you walked in 
the right way, and then he told about 
how you would fare if you disobey- 
ed them. Rev. Smith preached a 
very interesting sermon, and it was 
enjoyed by all hearing it. 

Rev. Smith is an old friend of the 
institution, though now he lives a 
long way from the School, he still 
takes interest in what the boys do 
here, and although his visits are not 
as frequent as they were while he 
lived in ( "oneord, he is always a 
welcome guest at the Jackson Train- 
ing School, and all the boys would 
like to see him visit the institution 
more often. He now lives with his 
daughter in Atlanta, and ./he Avafc 
in the county visiting his friends and 
relatives, and he didn 't want to miss 
the School, so he came out and 
] (reached a sermon to the boys. Come 
again, Rev. Smith, for we are al- 
Avays glad to have you with us. 

All the hoys at the institution went 
to hed last Thursday night with lit- 
tle or no idea that the next morning, 
when they would wake up, they would 
find the ground covered white, in- 
stead of its original color, but that 
is the way they found it. There was 
nhout three inches of snow coA T ering the 

ground that morning, and each boy 
kneAv that the Avinter season, the best 
of all the seasons, was here, because 
Avinter, is not considered that, unless 
it snoAvs, so that all the people, young 
and old, would haA^e their fun, and 
the boys at the institution certainly 
did have their share of it. That 
morning as they came out of the cot- 
tages to assemble at the big tree the 
fun started, for as soon as they were 
on the outside, they started sliding 
and playing, and it was not long, be- 
fore someone hit the ground with a 
loud thud, and all looked in his di- 
rection, and then they started laugh- 
ing, for it is pretty funny to see some- 
one hit the snoAv, and then after 
awhile another one would do the 
same, and the fun confined on and 
on, till the command to straighten up 
the lines was giA^en. After that the 
school section separated and the boys 
in the work .lines Avent into the cot- 
tages, they had some more sliding 
sleeting, and while around the cot- 
tages, they still had somemore sliding 
on the snoAv. Then Saturday came, 
and at three o' 'clock all assembled on 
the lawn, and then the big event 
started, for some of the boys went 
rabbit hunting, and some stayed at 
the cottages, and there they enter- 
tained themselves with sliding, snow- 
ball fights and all things like that. 
The boys returned from the rabbit 
hunt, two of the boys having cap- 
tured rabbits, these hoys are Daniel 
Nethercutt and Robert Munday. All 
the boys reported having a fine time. 
The snow is still here, and the boys 
are still sliding and having a grand 
time, and most of them wish that it 
would stay here for a good while 


A days work on the 

When a railroad system extends lor 8.000 miles 
across eleven states and employs 60,000 work- 
ers, it does a big days work. 
Here are the figures ol an average day on the 
Southern Railway System: 

Trains operated 1,270 

Passengers carried 50,000 

Carload of freight loaded on 
our lines and received from 

other railroads 8,000 

Ton-miles produced 32,000,000 

Tons of coal burned in loco- 
motives ; 14,000 

Wages paid $220,000 

Material purchased $135,000 

It takes management^ and discipline, and 
a fine spirit of cooperation throughout 
the organization, to do this work day aft- 
er day, and maintain the standards of 
service that the South expects from the 


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VOL. XIV I ^njORD, N. C. : JANUARY 23, 1926 No. 


* * 

* Young men not a few desire to start life at the * 

* top. It seems to be their ambition to begin where ♦> 
& ♦*■♦ 
|j their elders have reached after a long, hard strug- * 

£ gle. These youngsters with inverted ambitions seem *t* 

* not to know that about the only successful man ♦ 
& who begins at the top is a well digger. The ambi- 4* 
% tion of a whole lot of young men, and young women *£ 
£ too, appear to qualify them for nothing more than * 

* well digging. On the other hand, the builder must * 
% begin at the bottom. Warehouses, skyscrapers, % 
f. monuments in stone arise from the foundations. % 

* In like manner the builders of great fortunes, the * 

* leaders in all great constructive enterprises, the »> 

* builders in every department of human life start *£ 
% with the foundations and there is generally a great * 

* amount of hard, heavy work in laying the founda- ♦ 
% tion, whether it be in building a house or a career. % 
|* And only he who is willing to do this hard work from *l* 

* which there is no escape will ever succeed in a * 

* large way. If proof should be desired study the life *> 
% history of every great and good man. — Christian £ 

* Advocate. *| 

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Two pots, one of brass and one of earthenware, had been left on the bank 
of a river. When the tide arose, they both floated off with the current. 

The earthenware pot tried its best to keep away from the brass one, and 
the pot of brass cried out, "Come, let us go together, I will not strike you." 
"But," answered the earthen pot, "I may come in contact with you, and 
whether I hit you or you hit me, T will suffer. You know the saying, 'If a 
jug fall on a stone, woe to the jug; if a stone fall on a jug, woe to the jug.' ' 

Moral : The strong and the weak cannot well keep company. 

SIGNS &c. 

With many people February 2, in each year, is an outstanding event. It 
is Candlemas with the authorities, but the everyday designation is "Ground- 
hog Day " or " Woodchuck Day. 

Candlemas, according to the Century Dictionary, is an ecclesiastical festival 
in honor of the presentation of the infant Christ in the temple and the purifi- 
cation of the Virgin Mary. It seems to have been instituted in the first 
half of the fifth century, and first observed in the East. 

The feast takes it name from lighted candles in procession in memory of 
Simeon's words at the presentation of the infant, "a light to lighten the 
Gentiles, and the glory of thy people Israel." On this day Roman Catholics 
consecrate the candles and tapers to be used throughout the ensuing year; 
it is also retained in the Anglican Church, and is also observed by the 


Lutherans. In Scotland the date of this festival, as observed, is one of the 
quarter-days for paying and receiving rents, interest, school fees, etc. 

There are folks absolutely certain that the conduct of the ground hog on 
February 2 regulates the weather, for the. ensuing forty days; that is if his 
hogship sees his shadow, through fright, he will return to his hole and re- 
main there for six weeks, thus assuring bad weather and more winter; on 
the contrary, if the little beast does not see his shadow, he will remain out 
and this course is taken as proof that Spring is just around the corner. It 
sometimes "hits" just right, but the idea is punk and bosh. 

Faith in this ground hog theory is akin to the idea that the first twelve 
days of January foretell the weather if the several months of the year: that 
if you cut six onions into halfs, place them in a dry place and sprinkle salt 
on each half, naming the twelve pieces after each month, that those on which 
the salt feely dissolves will be Avet months, and where the salt fails to thor- 
oughly melt, that month will be dry. But the worst theory among a civilized 
people finds expression in the belief that if the first visitor on New Year's 
day is a male the great majority of the unhatched chickens for the year at 
that home will be roosters; and if a lady is the first guest, the house wife 
is certain that when she sets the fairthful motherly hen the result will be 
mostly pullets. 

Rank bosh, but nevertheless, some mighty otherwise good and intelligent 
people have faith in these theories. These superstitious notions were in- 
herited from and have come down from the old-time negro who was largely 
governed by signs. 


In recent issue The Uplift made reference to a theory of why the Confeder- 
acy failed, as advanced by a certain newly discovered historian in Tennessee. 
It was alleged that the governors of the several states embraced in the Con- 
federacy Avere unsympathetic and Avere shot full of personal jealosies. The 
name of the late Zeb Vance, Avhose memory is kept bright in North Carolina 
up to this very day and Avho stood high in other states and the nation as an 
incorruptible public official, Avas used by the said historian in such a man- 
ner that it left an unrighteous reflection. 

The Uplift asked two of its best friends, Avho had lived through that period, 
to tell us Avhat they thought of the neAV theory advanced as to the failure of 
the Cofederacy. Their statements are here given. 

It is of record that in the Confederacy store-room of North Carolina there 


were at the close of the war considerable supplies and clothing, being esti- 
mated that there were 92,000 uniforms. This is a record of Vance's fore- 
thought and effort in keeping for emergencies the necessary supplies for the 
Confederate soldier. Vance did not go to sleep at the switch — the records 
show that this beloved North Carolinian had an abiding thought for the wel- 
fare of the soldier at the front. 

Mrs. J. C. Gibson Writes: 

Mrs. J. C. Gibson writes : 

If the history (so called) from wbieh the quotation in the last Uplift 
was taken is in our public schools I think the Daughters of the Confed- 
eracy will do as they did with Muzzey's also so-called history — institute 
a campaign to have it removed. If not it seems scarcely worth while 
to notice a thing so absolutely puerile. However I feel impelled to say 
a few words. If written by a southern man, one is almost disposed to pity 
his ignorance — if it be ignorance. 

If deliberate misrepresentation — to use a mild, lady like term — one can 
but regret that he was born south of ''The Line.'' If the author is a 
northern man Ave can only wonder at the compliment paid to the man- 
hood of the South, though it comes through a false charge against the 
governors of the southern states. Of course I can speak, of my own 
knowledge, of only one — our own Zebulon Baird Vance! Spotless south- 
ern gentleman — brave soldier and ' ' best war governor ' ' of the South ! 
I knew him personally from the beginning of his first campaign for Gov- 
ernor of North Carolina until the close of his splendid life and challenge 
any one to prove that I have said a word too much. Challenge any one to 
prove that he ever failed in any duty or responsibility to his State or the 
nation for which he fought so bravely and served so faithfully, The 
Southern Confederacy. If there are any doubters let me refer them to the 
addresses made at the unveiling of the statue of Vance in the Statuary 
Hall in Washington where men from North and South 'united in bearing 
testimony to his character and his achievements. 
Col. A. H. Boyden Writes : 

Editor of The Uplift : In your last issue of your splendid Uplift, that 
I read with more pleasure than anything that comes into my home, I 
find the question, "what does Baldy Boyden think about the matters?" 
In reply, as much as I dislike to state, it is true, and I refer; you to 
Clark's Regimental Historian, vol. 1, page 35, you will find the following 
statement : {l At the surrender of General Johnston the state had on hand 
ready made and in cloth 92,000 suits of uniforms with great stores of 
blankets and leather goods, etc. ' ' 

About the failure of the Confederacy, I am unable to answer. The report 
was made by Major John Deveranx, Quarter Master General of North 

Col. Boyden, in a telephone statement says', "Vance's whole effort was 


in the interest of the welfare of the southern soldier, in so far as lay 
in his power; and that none of the soldiers in his regiment lacked cloth- 
ing, shoes and blankets. I do not know what become of all these sup- 
plies, but I guess the Yankees carried them off. 

GOV. McLEAN 'S EXPERIENCE that of others. 

Ice cream makers of the State had their annual meeting, last week, in 
Raleigh, Gov, McLean made them an address, which The Uplift carries in 
another column. 

He gave by way of introduction, his first acquaintance with the delicious 
product of milk, flavoring and ice. Hundred of boys had to do some smart 
financing, in the early days of ice cream, to make connection with it. But 
this the way the News & Observer reports the Governor's experience: 

' ' My most embarrassing moment in my life occurred many years ago, 
when I bought the first ice cream I ever ate," declared Governor A. W. 
McLean Wednesday night in the course of the speech he was delivering 
before the State Convention of the North Carolina Ice Cream Manu- 
facturers' Association, which came to an end with a banquet at which 
Governor McLean made the principal address. 

"I had heard for sometime about the new thing they called ice cream," 
continued the Governor, ''and I determined to buy some of it. But 
back in those days on the farm, money was hard to get. However, I 
finally got ten cents and journeyed to the nearest place where I knew 
I could liet some ice cream. 

"Going into the store, I told the proprietor that I wanted some ice 
cream. He gave me a saucer of cream and I ate it. When I asked him 
how much it cost, he said twenty cents. There I was left with the rea- 
lization that I only had ten cents. 

"The propietor must have sensed the fact that my supply of money 
was insufficient and he said the big saucers cost twenty cents, but he be- 
lieved he gave me a smaller one and it would cost me but ten cents. 

"1 have never believed I got a small saucer, but I do believe the man 
did that to relieve my embarassment. About ten years ago 1 had a chance 
to do the same man a favor and I think it did me as much good to help 
1 1 in i as anything I have ever done." 

"And," concluded, Governor McLean, "the impressions you make on 
a child will remain stamped indelibly on his mind throughtout his life." 




Born January 19, 1807 Born January 21, 1824 



By Old Hurrygraph 

0, the times; 0, the changes! 
There is an old saying from time im- 
memorial, "That a child should be 
seen and not heard." The reverse 
has come with age. When the child 
is grown up and become a radio an- 
nouncer he is heard and not seen. 

A friend of mine told me the other 
day that he had just heard of the 
meanest man extant. He did not tell 
me where he lived, but T was glad 
to know that he did not reside in 
Durham's domain. This friend told 
me that this man told his little son 
that if he would saw some wood he 
would let him have the sawdust to 
play circus with. Can you beat 
that ? 

A correspondent writes me that he 
had the misfortune to break a mir- 
ror since the new year came in and 
wants to know if he will have "bad 
luck for seven years." I know noth- 
ing about the breaking of a mirror 
having anything to do with the des- 
tiny of a person ; but a lot of boot- 
leggers and crazy motorists, all over 
the country, break the laAvs and seem 
to get away with it, so I see no rea- 
son why my corresponded shouldn't 
be able to break a mirror without any 
horrible results. He just did away 
with a reflection on himself. 

A Wall street man, who deals in 
and keeps a record of "sour securi- 
ties," a name descriptive of stocks 
thai have gone to the bad or are ob- 
solete, has no telephone. He was 
one of the first ten men who sub- 

Have you ever observed that most 
of the men who sit on the front seats 
in a theatre, sit on the rear seats in 
a church ? It 's funny, but see if it 
isn 't so. 

scribed for a phone when the inven- 
tion came into use, but found it ' ' in- 
terrupted business." He still clings 
to that idea. I have heard of a man 
who would not have a phone in his 
home because it subjects him to the 
will of anybody avIio might wish to 
talk to him. "A phone robs a man 
of his privacy," he used to say, and 
Avould not tolerate its power to dis- 
tract his attention from his reading. 
And I know a man who hasn't a phone 
in his house from perfectly natural 
causes. He's deaf. 

There has been disclosed, in another 
city, the devotion of a little group 
of school teachers toward a dying 
Avoman Avho Avas their friend and col- 
league, avIio had met with misfortune, 
and for three years was kept alive 
and comfortable by the combination 
of these friends. Noav the friend is 
gone, and the labor fo unselfish love 
is ended. But how many other simi- 
lar dramas of lasting friendship are 
being enacted in our oavh community, 
by people we' know and meet every 
day? Nobody can say. Most of the 
Avorld's kindness is done silenlty and 
"under cover.'' Most of the hard 
burdens and long trials are endured 
by people who never cry aloud, Avhose 
best friends knoAv nothing of the 
tasks they are quietly giving their 
lives to fulfill. Some such thought 


as this comes to us all at times — 
though all to infrequently — and bol- 
sters up flagging faith in what we 
are pleased .to call human nature. 
Crime and failure and deceit are apt 
to be writ large in the ephemeral or 
nduring records of the world's af- 
fairs. Charity and sanity depend 
upon rememing that the courage and 
beauty of human nature are kept sec- 
ret — but that they are all about us. 
No man capable of a brave love is a 
man to parade his emotions. The 
scorner and the vengeful man flaunt 
their purposes, and are proud. The 
hypocrite enacts his mean pretense 
where all may see — and where most 
can penetrate it. The honorable 
qualities are more obscure. 

There is a saying long in vogue 
to this effect, "Never put all of your 
eggs in one basket." I never fully 
agreed with that sentiment. It made 
too many baskets for you to watch. 
It has grown to such an extent, and 
people have divided up their inter- 
ests and scattered them around to the- 
point that they have more baskets 
than they can carry, and consequent- 
ly they suffer more than from having 
them in one basket. There is such a 
thing as overdoing things — and some 
people will do it. 

This week has been designated as 
' ' Thrift Week, ' ' and it was selected 
because of the birthday of Benjamin 
Franklin, one of the greatest expon- 
ents of thrift • in American history. 
Thrift is either a gift or a science. 
With some it is a gift. They can 
seemingly pile dollar upon dollar, and 
seemingly, never have a thought about 
spending it. Others are hardly able 

to allow one loddar to come to rest 
upon another so intensely eager are 
they to spend what they have. Some 
one has coined an expression that a 
dollar burns a hole in the spender's 
pocket. It is a matter of fact, how- 
ever, that a great many of us are in 
this burning business. Somehow or 
other when we have a dollar we like 
to be a good fellow with it. But, 
spending with the average person is 
a habit ; and some people are not 
particular about what they spend 
their money for. What's the use? 
One says money was made to be spent, 
so there you are. 

I went to Chapel Hill Thursday 
and spent the day in the Newspaper 
Institutite, with the prsss boys. If 
the 75 or 80 editors present didn't 
get a haversack full of editorial ra- 
tions it was their own fault. It was 
indeed, thought, word and truth, a 
friendly discussion of the editorial 
department of papers. Heretofore 
the publishers and managers of pa- 
pers have had the day. But the edi- 
tro, and his assistants, came in for 
their own this itme. The speeches of 
Ole Buck, field manager of the Neb- 
raska Press Association, Robert W. 
Maddery, of University Press Bureau, 
Robert Lathan, editor News and 
Courier, of Charleston, S. C; R. H. 
Wettach, associate professor of law 
at university; Dr. D. S. Freeman, edi- 
tor of the News-Leader, of Richmond, 
Ya.; Prof. Frank H. Graham; Presi- 
dent H. W. Chase, of the university; 
all bearing on dfferent phases of edi- 
torial work and its relations to other 
interest, were highly instructive and 
threw many new lgihts in the theme. 
The address of Mr. Lathan alone was 



worth the trip of any editor to Chap- 
el Hill. 

I have been a member of the North 
Carolina press association for 52 
years. I have seen many changes in 
the personel of that organization. I 
was more than usual, on this occa- 
sion, impressed with the passing of 
time, and the passing also, of the 
members. There was but one pres- 
ent who was a member forty years 
ago; only a few who were members 
thirty and twenty-five years ago. All 
other new men who have come upon 
the newspaper scene of action. It 
was, however, a body of young and 
lusty young fellows; full of journal- 
istic enthusiasm, and modern ideas 
of newspaper making. It was as fine 
a looking body of workers for the 
up-building of the state and their 
communities as I have seen in my 
long connecton with the press asso- 

ciation. There were women there, too, 
not as many as I have sometimes 
heretofore seen, who are doing their 
part in the journalistic awakening of 
the state. 1 take it, upon the whole, 
the Chapel Hill Newspaper Institute 
was a large and lasting success, with 
a two-old accomplishment. The edi- 
tors were benefitted and gained new 
inspiration from the w T isdom of ex- 
perienced men on decided policies; 
and the university- was benefitted by 
the editors of long standing making 
known what kind of men were most 
acceptable from the schools of jounal- 
ism and most useful in the work on 
papers. It was an understandingly 
understanding between the two. The 
meeting will have its beneficial ef- 
fects for many years to come. The 
gathering lit a new torch in the jour- 
nalistic realm. I bagged a generous 
supply of sparks, from this torch. 


A bright silver dollar and a little brown cent, 

Rolling along together went; 

Rolling along on the smooth sidewalk, 

When the dollar remarked (for dollars do talk) 

Your poor little cent, you cheap little mite, 

I am bigger and twice as bright. 

I am worth more than you a hundred fold, 

And written on me in letter bold 

Is the motto drawn from a pious creed, 

' ' In God we trust ' ' which all may read. 

Yes I know, said the cent, I am poor cheap little mite 

And I know I am not big nor good nor bright 

And yet said the cent with a meek little sigh, 

You don't go to church as often as I. 

— Monroe Enquirer. 




Speech delivered by Governor Angus W. McLean before the Annual Con- 
SOCIATION, held in Raleigh, January 13, 1926, at the Sir Walter Hotel. 

Any man of middle age will recall 
of his boyhood the red-letter days 
when ice cream was served as the cli- 
max of the exceptional dinner. 

What a difference today, when ice 

T refer to the need that large sec- 
tions of our State are feeling for a 
diversification of farm activities 
which will establish dairying as an 
important occupation upon the land. 

cream is everywhere available, a daily In a number of counties of the Pied- 
diet of thousands on thousands of mont and in western North Caro- 
our people, served enticingly, quickly Hna the problem of, first, a sufficient 
and in any quantity at remarkably number of dairy cows and then a 
small cost ! ready market for their product has 
Then, ice cream was an adventure been solved by some sixteen cream- 
and a luxury; today it is one of the eries, co-operative and otherwise, to 
more important and wholesome of which farmers who have begun to 
those necessities within the reach of i.nder stand the economics of milk 
all which yet have the quality of cattle deliver their product for sale, 
luxury in everything except their In 1925 these creameries produced 


In North Carolina in 1924 the 
manufacture of ice cream reached a 
total of 1,512,000 gallons and in 1925 
it is estimated that this figure was 
increased to 2,000,000 gallons. 

a total of 1,677,000 pounds of creamery 
butter. Six cheese factories pro- 
duced 80,000 pounds. In or ad- 
jacent to every city and many of the 
large towns there are, of course, lo- 
cal herds of dairy cattle which sup- 

It is not ray. purposee to go into ply the immediate needs of the peo- 

the figures of your activities in the 
production of a wholesome, appetiz- 
ing product marketed under sanitary 
conditions and already fixed in popu- 
larity as a sweet, high in food value 
and in health-producing results from 
its use. These things, a part of 
your business, you will know better 
than I. It seems to me, however, 
that the ice cream manufacturers of 
the State can well afford to consid- 
er how in the conduct of their busi- 
ness they can encourage and pro- 
mote in North Carolina a better and 
more efficient production of the raw 
material which enters into their 

pie for a daily milk supply. But in 
the light of our use of milk and dairy 
products these activities are woeful- 
ly negligible, spelling one of the 
sharpest economic losses suffered by 
our people whenever they import raw 
material which they should produce 
at home or fail to manufacture home 
products into the finished article 
which multiplies value. I have not 
the figures at hand to show the 
amount that North Carolina; pays 
out annually for imported dairy prod- 
ucts, but a simple deduction will 
show that it is an immense one. For 
instance statistics show that in 1924 
the people of the United States con- 



sumed of all dairy products 106 bil- 
lion pounds. This would make the 
consumption of North Carolina, ac- 
cording- to its population, 220,000,000 
pounds annually. These figures not 
only reveal the immense financial 
drain sustained by the State in send- 
ing abroad for these products, but 
suggest even more strongly the eco- 
nomic loss arising from our neglect 
in establishing dairying as one of our 
major industries in connection with 
our use of our lands. Ice cream 
manufacture in the State is beginning 
to keep at home a considerable 
amount of wealth which we once 
sent abroad and promises to do an 
increasing work in establishing sound 
values and increasing employment, 
but even here, I understand, that 
you are forced to send to other States 
for much of the material out of 
which you produce your products. 
As in the case of butter, cheese or 
other dairy products manufactured, 
to supply ice cream under the best 
economic conditions for the industry 
itself and for the people of the 
State, it will be necessary that it 
draw its supplies of raw material 
from home instead of forign mark- 

That North Carolina has not long- 
since become a State in which dairy- 
ing provides one of the most valuable 
instead of a relatively negligible 
land uses has been due to a number 
of causes, the lack of large cities, 
indifferent means of transportation, 
want of markets and a lack of co- 
operative facilities. At bottom, how- 
ever, the real cause of our lack of 
initiative in this respect has been an 
adherence to ancient farm practice 
depending on the hit-or-miss method 

of one or two sterotyped crops, often 
without regard, even, as to whether 
the prices obtained were or were not 
greater than the cost of production. 
There is not a section of the State in 
which there are not, generally speak- 
ing, the conditions on our farms 
which suggest dairying as a profitable 
economic pursuit. Any livestock 
undertaking is based on economical 
feeding which requires fertile soil 
and suitable weather conditons, in- 
cluding plentiful rainfall. These es- 
sentianls North Carolina possesses in 
remarkable degree, especially in the 
eastern part of the State, Avhere 
dairying as a farm occupation is, 
practically speaking, unknown, and 
where there is yet to be made a be- 
ginning of the creameries which have 
begun to establish the example of 
success in the Piedmont and western 

In the eastern counties a failure to 
develop a dairy cattle business on the 
farms is more than a mere neglect 
to make the most economic use of 
natural resources of a fertile soil 
especially adapted to the corn, soy- 
bean and pea-vine hay, soja and vel- 
vet bean, millet, rye and oats. It 
is more than a disregard of a climate 
so mild that pasturage is possible 
for practically every month in the 
year, in contrast to the six months 
in such great dairying States as 
Iowa, Michigan and Minnesota in 
which cattle are kept in winter 
quarters. Such a failure to estab- 
lish the markets afforded by cream- 
eries and to put dairy cattle on the 
farms means in that section the dis- 
regard of one of the most important 
methods of diversification absolutely 
necessarv if the farm is not to fall 



into hopelessness. No longer can the 
East depend on cotton. The increas- 
ed cost of production, the uncertain- 
ties of a speculative market, the scar- 
city of labor and the invasion of the 
boll weevil make a change in method 
immediately necessary, if this great, 
fertile and potentially rich section 
is to avoid an economic disaster re- 
acting severly on the prosperity of 
the State as a whole. 

The North Carolina Bureau of 
Animal Industry estimates that a 
good average grade cow, priced from 
$75 to $100, will produce in eastern 
North Carolina 600 gallons of milk, 
the fat of which brings $111.36, to 
which must be added the value of 
4,300 pounds of skim milk at 40 cents 
per hundred, $5.00 for the calf and 
$30 for manure, making a total in- 
come of $163.56 per year. Subtract- 
ing $110 as the cost of feed, the 
profit remaining per cow is $56.56. 

To introduc eeastern North Caro- 
lina to dairying, it will be necessary 
first to assure a sufficient supply to 
support a market for quantity pro- 
duction; next to secure transporta- 
tion by collections by truck to near- 
by creameries. And, as an essential 
basis of a profitable industry, an im- 
provement of the grade of stock on 
the farm. 

Eecently there was in Raleigh a 
visitor from Mississippi, Mr. Kenneth 
TVishart, who a few years ago began 
advocating diversified farming and 
dairying in his county of Monroe. 
He finally succeeded in getting a small 
dairy in operation. Of him the Wall 
Street Journal said editorially : 

1 ' In less than a decade a Avonder- 
ful change has been wrought in that 
country. Corn and other grain, alfal- 

fa, soy and velvet bean and other 
crops are growing on every hand. 
Herds of pure-bred dairy and beef 
cattle, droves of hogs and flocks of 
sheep and poultry are to be seen on 
the farms. Big red barns and silos 
are comfortable to look at. Alber- 
cleen, the country town, has some of 
the finest hard roads in the country, 
new schools, new hotels, swimming 
pools and other civic improvements. 
In its stores the farmers can be seen 
buying goods for cash while the 
banks are showing increased deposits. 
Cream checks have wrought this 

Not only has diversified farming 
and dairying brought about the pros- 
perity described, but as a result of 
increased soil fertility and intensive 
methods of cultivation, agriculture 
in general is bringing in far great- 
er returns. In a county that a few 
years ago felt itself ruined by the 
boll weevil, it is not an uncommon 
feat for farmers to produce two bal^s 
of cotton to an acre ! 

. Agriculture along old lines lias 
been for several years unprofitable. 
It will continue unprofitable until 
our farmers learn diversification is 
not a fad but a business habit. Stock, 
especially dairying, is, wherever suit- 
able conditions obtain, the most prof- 
itable method of getting oat of oil 
and uneconomic ruts. AYe need in 
the State at large and especiall in the 
East a constant preaching and en- 
couragement of this cdmraon-'Seuse 
gospel. Manufacturers of ice cream, 
the aristocrat of dairy products., can 
do a public service as well as help- 
ing materially in their own future 
expansion by doing everything pos- 
sible to bring to pass the day when 



every gallon they distribute will re- 
flect the employment of a North Caro- 

lina cow. 


By W. 0. Saunders. 

There isn't a more upstanding 
fellow in our town than Blucher 
Ehringhaus. But he had a down- 
cast look when I met him on the 
street the other morning 1 . He had 
just come from the auditorium of 
the Elizabeth City High School 
where he had looked an audience of 
nearly a thousand youths in the face 
and tried to tell them how to become 
sucecssful men and women. 

Ehringhaus is mentally honest. 
He told those youngsters the simple 
honest-to-God truth that the only 
known sure way to acquire position, 
money, name, fame and all the rest 
of it is to work. 

And a thousand pairs of young 
eyes looked upon him with undis- 
guised suspicion and. mentally set 
him down as a platitudinous liar. 
And Blucher Ehringhaus, being a 
wise and sensitive soul, knew thai 
youth was calling him a liar in its 
heart and he was whipped. He 
knew that his speech had fallen flat. 
Youth does not want to he told that 
the only way to success is thru work. 
Youth wants a shorter, easier way 
and when a plain sincere chap like 
Ehringhaus comes alonii' ami tells 
them the simple truth they think he 
is giving them what they call "apple 

Youth always likes (o think that 
there is a short cut to all the good 
things of life, an Open Sesame that 

will throw open the doors of some 
great treasure house to them when 
they have but acquired the mystic 
password. Never w r as there a boy 
avIio didn't dream of an Aladdin's 
Lamp, the mere rubbing of Avhich 
Avould bring him every luxury. 
Never was there a girl who didn't 
dream of a Cinderella's slipper, the 
wearing of which would make her 
beautiful and rich and desired of 
some Prince Charming. 

But Aladdin's Lamp and the Glass 
Slipper belong only in the land of 
make-believe. Blucher Ehringhaus 
told the high school boys and girls 
the truth: the man or woman who 
achieves success in any field of en- 
deavor must work for it. Luck 
plays an important part in most big 
successes but Luck, after all, is only 
Opportunity and thos ewho profit by 
Opportunity are those who are pre- 
pared to grasp, to wrestle with, to 
throw and hog-tie Opportunity when 
it comes. 

The late J. B. Duke was a lucky 
man. Opportunity came his way. 
The same opportunity had passed by 
the way of millions of other men, 
but they were not alert and eager 
Cor work' as Duke was. Henry Ford 
is a lucky man. Opportunity came 
his way and he became the world's 
richest man. He worked for it. He 
labored for years on his invention 
of a low price automobile when other 



men would have given up in des- 
pair or have sold their patent rights 
for a bauble. 

I don't know of a single notably 
successful man in America who 
hasn't achieved his success by simple 
down-right plugging. Years ago 
there went from our neighbour town 
of Hertford a boy named C. W. 
Toms. He taught school in Durham 
N. C, attracted the attention of the 
Dukes, was taken into their "business 
and in a few years became vice- 
President of what is now today the 
Liggett & Myers Tobacco Co. 

"Clinton Toms was a lucky guy" 
said the hotel lobby loafers in Hert- 
ford. "He knew Iioav to get next to 
the Dukes and they shoved him 
along." The truth is that Clinton 
Toms, teaching schools in Durham, 
didn't call it a day's work when the 
school day was over. From his regular 
school room where! he taught for 
pay lie went out into the factory 

settlements at night and put in hours 
of work in night classed 'to help 
the working folk who worked in the 
tobacco factories of Durham. And 
there's where the Dukes found him 
and took him for themselves because 
they wanted men like him who were 
not afraid of work and not working 
merely for the money they get on 

The way to get the best things in 
this life is to work for them. And 
when you make up your mind to 
work you will find that work itself 
is the most interesting thing in life 
and a man Avho loses himself in his 
work isn't half so tired at the end 
of the day as the fool who wears 
himself out chasing rainbows ; he 
never knows the discontent that is 
forever eating at the heart of him 
who wastes his hours in envying the 
successful ones and wishing for 
things for which he is too indolent 
to work. 


A young lady of pleasing appearance, pretty of face, and attractive 
walked into one of our stores a few days ago and asked for a position. 
The proprietor of the store had a yacancy which he was ready to have 
filled. Duly impressed by the young lady, he observed that her face was 
artificially treated for tints and color; but this was passed upon without 
prejudice. But the lip stick had turned the trick. It lost the girl a good 
job. She had smeared on the carmine a little too heavily. The mer- 
chant may have been harsh in his judgement, but he was lord of the op- 
portunity that had knocked at the door of this especial young lady. He 
acted within his rights — he wanted no lip-stick clerks. The moral is to 
be inferred. But this incident is a real one and is told without garnish. 

— Albemarle Press. 




By Russell Allen Hoke. 

"What is it you don't like about tain extent 
Homer Martin, father ?" Bob Far- 
rell inquired, at dinner, the evening 
after his graduation from the Arling- 
ton Preparatory School. 

Carter Farrell, owner of the Far- 
rell Department Store, the largest 
of its kind in Arlington Heights, 
glanced across the table. "Phil '11 
tell you," he said. 

Philip, the older of the two Far- 
rell sons, looked at Bob, six years 
his junior, a trifle superciliously. 
•'Martin's all right in his way." he 
declared, ' ' and I Ye got nothing 
against him personally. But in busi- 
ness I doubt if he'd amount to 

"Why not?" Bob wanted to know. 

Philip reflected. "For one thing," 
lie observed, after a moment, '"he's 
an incurable optimist. He thinks 
everything's always for the best."' 

"Umm!" murmured Bob. "What's 
another thing?" 

"An even bigger fault. He busies 
himself too much thinking about 'the 
other fellow'," Philip continued. 

"He's not selfish enough you 

you look out for 

"Not selfish enough for business 
success," amended the other. 

"I thought you said business was 
based on service," Bob said to his 
father. '"Thinking of 'the other 
fellow," and all thai.'" 

Carter Farrell turned to his elder 
son. "How do you answer that, 
Phil .'" he demanded. 

Philip smiled easily. "Nothing 
difficult about it," he assured them. 
"You make the public think you're 
serving them, and you do, to a cer- 

yourself first!" 

"Is that your attitude, too?" Bob 
looked again at his father. 

The hitter's reply was cautious. "I 
believe in serving the public," he de- 
clared. "No one amount to any- 
thing until he does serve in some 
way or other. However, as Phil 
says, and as everyone knows, one 
does have to think of his own in- 

' ' But Homer Martin thinks too 
much of other people's interests, eh?" 
Bob remarked. 

"What are you standing up for 
him for?" Carter Farrell changed 
the subject. 

' ' He and I are thinking of going 
into business together," Bob replied. 

His father looked surprised. "To 
serve the public, I suppose?" he in- 
quired, his voice faintly tinged with 

' ' Service will be the keynote of 
whatever we decide on," Bob agreed. 

"Where are you going to get the 
money?" the elder Farrell pursued. 
"From me?" 

Bob nodded. 

His father slowly shook his head. 
"I don't think so," he disagreed, 
with disturbing finality. "And I 
fancy you can forget about joining 
Martin in business," he added. 

"Why so?" 

"We'll make a place for you in 
the store," Carter Farrell proceed- 
ed, "as long as you're so anxious to 
begin work." 

"What kind of a place?" Bob de- 

"What kind of a place, Phil?" 



Mr. Farrell passed along the question. 

Philip, the general manager of the 
store, reflected. "We'll let him be- 
gin in the information booth," he 
decreed, after a minute. "It'll be 
good training for him in learning to 
serve the public." 

The next day Bob stood in the in- 
formation booth of his father's store. 
In the evening he hunted up Homer 
Martin and explained the situation. 
"It's tough Homer," he commiserat- 
ed. "It means we'll have to post- 
pone our business for awhile. But 
I couldn't borrow a cent from father. 
So it's work until I can save up 
some capital." 

Homer nodded, understandingly. 
"I couldn't make a loan, either," he 
confessed. "However, father did of- 
fer something. ' ' 


"A vacant office down on State 
Street. We can use it as an office 
whenever we get ready." 

' ' That 's a "start, ' ' ' Bob enthused. 
"And while we collect some capital, 
let 's keep our eyes open for ideas. ' ' 

"Right," Homer agreed. "But 
will you be able to go into business 
with me later on 1 ?" 

"Why not?" Bob inquired. "Fath- 

Homer nodded. 

' ' He won 't mind getting rid of 
me, ' ' Bob declared, a bit wistfully. 
' ' Or Philip, either. So long as I 
don 't need money from them. 

Homer felt uncomfortable. "How's 
it come Phil always stands so high 
with your father?" he asked. "I've 
always known he seemed to get the 
best in everything, but I never knew 

"I don't know either," Bob con- 
fessed frankly. "He alwavs a°Tees 

with father in everything. And he's 
older than I. Possibly " 

"Bah!" Homer exploded. "Your 
Father '11 find out some day which of 
you two has the right stuff in him. 
And it won't be Phil!" 

In the information booth Bob set- 
tled down speedily to mastering his 
first lesson in the art of serving the 
public. The days brought him hun- 
dreds of inquiries. In times of stress 
he found strength in the poise and 
imperturbability of Stubby McGann, 
who occupied the other end of the 
booth and answered questions with 
a rapidity and certainty that was 
inspiration itself. 

"How do you do it?" Bob asked 
him once. "Your general knowledge, 
your " 

"I've been in the game longer than 
you, ' ' Stubby reminded. ' ' You will 
get on to it." 

In time Bob did "get on to it," 
to a certain extent. But he realized 
his limitations. "I'm not up to you 
yet," he said one day to Stubby in 
response to the latter 's query about 
his progress. 

"What do you mean, not up to me 
vet?" Stubby grinned back. 

"If some one said, 'Do you carry 
Regal stoves?' I'd know Ave didn't," 
Bob explained. "But I wouldn't 
knoAv what store did, the way you 
do. ' ' 

"That's a matter of experience, 
too," Stubby declared. "Occasional- 
ly people even ask what stores carry 
goods we don't sell.- Some think Ave 
ought to know everything. What 
time trains go. What day of the 
month certain magazines come out. 
Everything ! ' ' 

For the remainder of that after- 
noon Bob meditated on Stubby 's words 



with ever-increasing excitement. Aft- 
er the store closed at five o'clock, he 
called up Homer Martin on the tele- 

"Listen, Homer," he said, speak- 
ing hurriedly, ' ' is that office room of 
your father's still vacant?" 

"Empty as 1 a vacuum,'' Homer 
returned promptly. 

"Got a job yet?" 

"No, T haven't. Why do you 
ask ? ' ' 

"Be prepared to start work with 
me tomorrow, then," Bob flung 

' ' What ? ' ' incredulously. 

"Absolutely," Bob reiterated. 
"I've got an idea for our business, 
and some money saved up for capi- 
tal. So meet me in front of that 
office tomorrow morning at nine and 
J '11 tell you about it. ' ' 

That evening at dinner Bob form- 
ally tendered his resignation to his 
father and had it accepted. The 
next morning he met Homer. The 
latter immediately led the way to the 
seventh floor of the building, open- 
ed the door of the vacant room and 
said: "Now, then, let's hear what 
you've got on your mind." 

Bob recounted Ids experiences in 
the information booth, including the 
words of Stubby McGann that had 
first set him thinking. 

"Well?" Homer asked, still unen- 

"it brought me to the conclusion 
that people desire a source of infor- 
mation where they can learn what 
store — anywhere in town — sells the 
particular brand o f ' article they are 
looking for," Bob replied. "And 
there's a way, I think, of selling that 


' ' ' Suppose Ave knew the firm in 
town that sells Pentathlon suits for 
men, for example. Suppose someone 
telephoned us for that information. 
We supply the name of that store, take 
the name of the man telephoning and 
find out, later, if he bought a suit 
there. If he made a purchase we'd 
be as responsible for that sale as an 
advertisement in the newspaper. 
Stores pay for publicity. Why 
couldn 't we charge for our form of 

"We could," Homer declared. 

"I think so, too," Bob agreed, 
"and I believe there are, enough 
stores here in the city that 71 use our 
service to make the idea financially 
worth while. " 

That afternoon, when he sounded 
out Stubby McGann on the proposi- 
tion, the latter began nodding his 
head before Bob was through speak- 
ing. "Great stuff," Stubby finally 
approved: "1 believe you've got a 
real idea there." 

"Would you join Homer and me?" 
Bob inquqired. 

For a hare second Stubby hesitat- 
ed, then: "I sure would," he burst 

In that way Stubby McGann be- 
came a partner with Bob and Homer, 
adding his slender savings to their 
meager capital. One Ihundred and 
fifty stores eventually contracted to 
try the new service, and Bob began 
the expenditure of a portion of their 
funds for advertising in the Arling- 
ton Heights Morning Herald. 

On the first of a new month Serv- 
ice — as they named their enterprise — 
opened for business. By the end of 
t lie day over one hundred and thirty 
inquirers had been directed to one 
hundred of the Store's taking the 



service. On an investigation, later, 
of actual, resultant sales, satisfac- 
tion was found to be the attitude 
of the subscribing stores. 

' ' I reckon we 're making good, all 
right, ' ' Homer vowed at the end of 
the first fortnight. ''The stores have 
found that the people who inquire of 
us really do buy. 

But in less than forty-eight hours 
his enthusiastic prediction of suc- 
cess seemed to open to question. 
Service was summarily cut off the 
advertising pages of the Morning 
Herald. There Avas scant explana- 
tion; merely a curt statement that 
the paper had changed hands and a 
new policy begun. 

"That sounds like your brother 
Philip, Bob, ' ' Stubby McGann de- 
clared kneely. " It 's a big price to 
pay, but he 's jealous of us ! " 

Bob nodded slowly. "If he is, he 
wouldn't care how much he'd have 
to pay," he agreed. "Just so long 
as he could put something in our 
way. ' ' 

"Undoubtedly he's the one back 
of the change," Homer interposed, 
"but let the Herald go. It might 
be for the best, and, anyway, we 
can use another paper. 

They diverted their advertising to 
the Daily Sun, the city's next best 
newspaper ( but they .soon became 
aware that it was not the medium 
the Herald had been. It didn't reach 
as many readers; nor was it taken 
by the portion of the public apt to 
patronize Service. 

At the end of a month the three 
were facing approaching failure. The 
purchase of the Herald had been de- 
finitely traced to Philip. And he had 
not ended his inimical activities with 
that. In the Farrell store he had in- 

stituted a duplicate service — identical 
with theirs — which he was extending 
to the public free of charge. 

' ' No wonder we 're going under, ' ' 
Bob fumed. "Phil's putting all his 
money against us." 

Nevertheless, they fought on. One 
morning, two weeks later, Homer 
checking up their advertising in the 
Sun, came across an item of news 
fraught with serious import. He cut 
it out and passed it over to Bob. 

' ' Something we might look into, ' ' 
he suggested. 

"Another landslide over on Thund- 
er Mountain's predicted. If it 'd 
came, blocking up both the road and 
the railroad and tearing down the 
telegraph wires, as it did two years 
ago, we 'd be in a bad way, here in Ar- 
lington Heights, with our doctors at- 
tending the medical convention over 
in Windsor, thirty miles away. " 

Bob looked serious. "It'd cut us 
off ! " 

' ' Until the slide stopped rolling 
and men could get down into the 
Pass to start clearing out," Homer 
nodded. "Last slide rolled, off and 
on, for over a week. " 

The next morning Homer answered 
a ring on his telephone to hear an 
anxious voice ask : ' ' Can you tell me 
where Dr. Sanderson can be found"?'' 

"He's attending a conference in 
Windsor," Homer responded. 

' ' Is there any way of learning when 
he will return to Arlington Heights"?'' 

"Just a minute, please," Homer 

He went to a branch telephone 
and called up the Daily Sun. ' ' Serv- 
ice speaking," he said into the mouth- 
piece. "Any way of learning when 
the medical convention in Windsor 
will adjourn ? ' ' 



The reply "was a jumble of excite- 
ment, from which he caught but one 
fact — but one that set his heart rac- 

He returned to the first telephone. 
•'Sorry," he said, his own voice ex- 
cited. "Landslide just a little while 
ago over on Thunder Mountain. The 
Pass is blocked ; wires are all down ; 
no one can get through." 

Something like a cry came to 
Homer from the other end. ''I've 
got to get Dr. Sanderson," the woman 
declared. ''It's a matter of life or 
death. He's a specialist; he's the 
only one who will do." 

' ' Who 's sick ? ' ' Homer demanded. 

' ' Carter Farrell. ' » 


The name was repeated so clearly 
that Bob, across the room, raised his 

"What was that about father?" 
he demanded. 

"We'll try to get Dr. Sander- 
son," Homer promised into the tele- 
phone, and hung up. To Bob he 
said: "Your father's very sick." 

''And there's a landslide?" Bob 
queried. "And Sanderson's need- 

Homer nodded. 

Bob picked up a telephone. "Daily 
Sun," he told central. 

When he was put through he ex- 
plained who he was, and plunged at 
once into the business on hand. "Any 
way of getting through to Windsor?" 
lie demanded. 

"Not a chance," came the reply. 
"We're sending a speed boat to the 
Pass with two of our reporters. You 
can go that far if you Avant to go 

"Coming right over," Bob declar- 
ed, and hung up. 

' ' I said taking the Daily Sun might 
turn out to be for the best," Homer 
murmured to himself, as Bob hurried 
from the office. 

At the Sun building Bob joined 
two men and ran riverward with them 
to a speedboat that took them swift- 
ly over the ten miles to the Pass. 

There they saw the ruin the land- 
slide had accomplished, and the tons 
of rock and gravel balanced above 
the river, waiting for a further trem- 
or to start them grinding down. 

Bob didn't bother to ask for the 
use of the boat. When the others 
got out he restarted the engine and 
sped for the narrow reach of river 
yet untouched by fallen rock or earth. 
He mistrusted the reverberations of 
the engine's exhaust, but no addi- 
tional slide began its thunderous de- 
scent, and with his heart in his 
mouth he Avon through. 

He got Dr. Sanderson in Windsor 
and negotiated the perilous waters 
of the Pass once again in safety, 
though occasional rocks were drop- 
ping into the river as they scurried 

He drove the physician to Alding- 
ton Heights, and Carter Farrell 's life 
AA-as saved. 

A fortnight later a heavy-set, effi- 
ciently-looking man entered the Serv- 
ice office and walked up to Bob's 

"You don't knoAv me, son," he be- 
gan. "But I've heard of your busi- 
ness here and your trip to Windsor 
and hack. I'm Joseph Carmiller, of 
Carmiller, Carmiller & Fitzhubert, 
NeAv York." 

Bob nodded and waited. 

' ' We Avant your Sendee in our 
store," Joseph Carmiller continued. 
"What do you say?" 



Bob shook his head. "Sony, Mr. 
Carmiller, " he replied, "but I'm 
afraid Ave can't acept your offer. 
Service is going into another store." 

u Which one?" 

"The Farrell Department Store of 
this city. It's owned by my fath- 

Joseph Carmiller 's eyes softened. 
"I withdraw my offer," he declared. 
"That's the place for a son." 

That is where Service eventually 
went, and where it prospered. Bob 
and Stubby McGann returned to the 
establishment in which they had in- 
dividually begun their business care- 
ers, and with them went Homer Mar- 
tin, the incurable optimist, the one 

who thuoght too much of "the other 

He had a talk with Bob one morn- 
ing shortly after their removal to the 
Farrell store. "I suppose you know 
Philip 's resignation 's been accepted, ' ' 
he began. "He's no longer general 
manager. Incompetent, they say. 
When your father was sick Phil 
Phil didn't know enough to think up 
a way of getting Dr. Sanderson over 
from Windsor. He didn't have the 
nerve to go for him himself.' He 
paused a moment, then grinned with 
quiet satisfaction. "I told you your 
father 'd finally find out which of 
vou two had the riaht stuff in him ! ' ' 


James A. Garfield was nominated at Chicago to be candidate for the 
presidency. Many ballots were cast before he gained the decision. 
Through many ballots his name was kept on the list by only one vote. 
This vote was cast by an old-time friend and schoolmate, a preacher 
who had been chosen as a delagate to that convention. If this man's 
(Milton Wells was his name) vote had failed, Garfield's name would 
have been dropped. The day after President Garfield's inauguration, he 
sent this telegram to Milton Wells: "Will you accept the governorship 
of Arizona?" Mr. Wells replied, "I have a better office that I cannot 
leave. I am preaching here for $600 per year. Milton Wells. 

— The Way. 




Bv Katharine R. Green. 

To us of America "Chinese laun- 
eryman " is a more familiar term 
than ' ' Chinese peddler. ' ' There are 
some Americans who seem to go even 
so far as to think that China is a 
nation of laundrymen and judge the 
whole people by the Aveird personality 
of "Hop Lee" on the corner. It is 
somewhat of a shock to them, there- 
fore, when one affirms that in seven- 
teen years of sojourn in South China 
one has seen not more than a dozen 
laundrymen and one is also strongly 
inclined to doubt whether the "gen- 
tleman 1 ' who calls for the clothes is 
the one who actually does the wash- 
ing. He probably has a wife and sev- 
eral sisters-in-law who kneel while, 
with thick wooden paddles, they beat 
the dirt from the wet garments wad- 
ded up on a flat stone by the river- 

Although at present the Chinese 
soldier and bandit, both roles often 
alternately adopted by the same war- 
rior, seems to occupy the most con- 
spicuous place in our landscape, still 
lie is hut a passing phase — at least 
so we hope. In spite of the military 
disturbances and the unsettled con- 
dition of the country, the great bulk 
of the population goes on its peace- 
ful way, cultviating the fields, carry- 
ing burdens of produce, and buying 
ami selling. One is inclined to call 
China a nation of farmers and mer- 
chants. The farmer holds an honor- 
able place in the public regard. Ac- 
cording to Confucius' teachings, he 
is to be esteemed above the soldier 
and merchant, because he is a creat- 
or. Indeed his place is next the high- 

ly honored profession of scholar. 
The merchant, however, as always, 
is the fellow who gets rich, and, al- 
though theoretically the farmer is his 
social superior, as a matter of fact, 
the merchant is usually the more im- 
posing- figure in the social fabric. 

The Chinese who go abroad almost 
invariably become shopkeepers and 
merchants and such perseverance and 
sound common sense do they bring to 
their business that a large percentage 
of them prosper well and return home 
wealthy men. Most Chinese seem to 
have a peculiar genius for business, 
and although they are, as a rule, 
strictly honest, still they are able to 
amass considerable fortunes without 
a large outlay of original capital. 

There are some hong-merchants in 
China whose yearly business is im- 
mense and who are themselves worth 
millions, but these men of big business 
are not nearly so picturesque as the 
petty merchants who do a little busi- 
ness in an open faced shop or the ped- 
dler who, on either end of a long bur- 
den pole, carries baskets of merchan- 
dise to your door for inspection. 

One cannot walk along any well-fre- 
quented road in South Fukien with- 
out bumping into a Chinese peddler. 
1 say "bumping" advisely, for the 
paths are very narrow. Most im- 
portant of them is the vegetable man 
who brings to your door his large flat 
baskets stacked high with fresh oni- 
ons, crisp celery, white cucumber- 
shaped egg plants, long heavy stalks 
of mustard plant, and health-giving 
bunches of green spinach. There you 
may take your choice of his stuff, 



AAiiile he carefully weighs out the 
amount you desire. The fish peddler 
is sometimse the fisherman himself, 
and his fish, so shiningly fresh, look 
so cool and clean that they tempt the 
housekeeper to buy. The vender of 
pork usually heralds his whereabouts 
on a hollow cow-horn, which gives 
forth a far-reaching foggy bellow. 
With his sharp knife he will cut off 
and weigh for his customers the pork 
so dear to every Chinese heart. 

In a lighter vein, so to speak, comes 
the candy man advertising his pro- 
gress by snapping together his long 
shears with a penetrating jangle. On 
his tray are temptingly arranged 
frsh roasted peanuts, peanut candy 
of various sorts, taffy and perhaps 
cigarettes as a side line. The chil- 
dren watch for him eagerly and do 
their first bargaining for his wares. 
The cake man attracts your atten- 
tion with a high ringing cry inviting 
you to partake of his delectable fresh 
cakes. Chineses cakes are of many 
sorts and when bought fresh at the 
shop are delicious. The peddler will 
often have his cakes arranged in a 
flat glass-topped box which he opens 
at the first suggestion of a customer. 
One of the greatest deterrents to a 
foreigner's buying his wares lies in 
the fact that he seldom separates his 
money Ifrom his marqhandise, and 
coppers and dimes are mixed up with 
his crispets and cakes. 

There are in the peddler group those 
avIio might facetiously be called 
"professional men." There is the 
vender of fortune who, for a consider- 
ation, will tell you all you desire to 
know about the future. He is always 
preceded by a small boy who walks di- 
rectly in front of him tolling rhyth- 

mically on a brass disk with a little 
brass clapper. The fortune-teller 
walks slowly with one hand clasped 
firmly on the shoulder of his small 
guide, for he himself is blind. 

Another of the "professional men" 
is the public letter writer. For his 
convenience, he usurps a wind-shelter- 
ed corner of some busy street. There, 
settling his large bone-rimmed spec- 
tacles comfortably astride his nose, he 
picks up his ink slap and rubbing it 
energetically on his ink stone pre- 
pares to write the letters of the ig- 
norant. Imagine going to one of 
these letter writers and pouring into 
his ear the tale you wish sent to 
your husband abroad in Singapore or 
elsewhere. One is tempted to specu- 
late over the wide range of human 
secrets ' which flow from the brush 
pen of the professional letter scribe, 
and wonder if he ever gossips about 
all he must know of other people's 

The medical profession has also 
its adherents in the peddler class. 
There is the traveling pill vender, who 
will scarcely ever confess that he 
lacks the proper panacea for every 
ill. There is the wayside dentist, 
who advertises by a display of teeth 
which he lias extracted from former 
victims. He is ready either to sell 
you a black gummy plaster ' ' warrant- 
ed " to ease the aching face or he will 
extract your tooth, just as you say. 

Another semi-' ' professional ' ' man 
is the barber, who, with all of the 
implements necessary to his trade, 
Avanders along the main streets of the 
toAvn or village, inviting the custom 
of the Avayfarer. From one side of 
his burden stick is suspended a char- 
coal fire-box upon which he rests a 



brass basin so that lie may have the 
hot water needed in his work. 

The pork man, the vegetable man, 
the fish man, and the vender of cakes 
and candies, each makes his rounds 
daily. He has his usual customers 
whom he serves faithfully. The fami- 
lies along' his route depend upon him 
for their daily supplies and he sel- 
dom fails them. 

The fortune-teller however, the 
barber, the pill man and the dentist 
all wander over a wide range of 
territory. There are fewer of each 
of them and their "wares" are more 
rarely needed and '"et every one of 
them seems to make a comfortable 
living. Anbthejrj peddler Avho also 
covers a wide field is the cloth mer- 
chant. One does not buy a new 
dress every day, but the cloth peddler 

will call periodically to remind you 
that every self-respecting Chinese 
woman must have a new garment 
"every so often." In this respect 
they are strangely like their Ameri- 
can sisters. 

The Chinese peddler is a well res- 
pected member of society. Indeed 
Ave have several friends who peddle 
for a living and they are as good citi- 
zens and as well thought of as 
those who do business in a shop. 
Indeed, the Chinese peddler is by 
no means viewed with the good-na- 
tured and half ontemptous tolerance 
with which we Americans look upon 
the Italian or Greek peddler who 
tries to sell us every sort of vege- 
table and fruit when the only thing 
we really wanted was "banana." 


Just the other day we said to a friend who has a very beautiful and 
charming wife, a woman who becomes the center of every circle she may 
chance to enter, "How did you manage to get such a wife as you 
have. ' ' 

The gentleman very promptly replied, "I have been asked that before 
and this is the explanation. A woman's love is like the dew from 
heaven ; it falls alike upon the briar patch and the rose garden. ' ' — Greens- 
boro Advocate. 




By Anne Gruilbert Mahon. 

"Chance for you, Bea!" was Sara 
Nichols' greeting, as her chum join- 
ed lier on her way to school. 

"You're the best essay writer in 
our class, ' ' added Sara, reading from 
the newspaper in her hand : 

"The Civic Club, in. connection 
with its Anniversary exercises, will 
award a aprize of $200 for the best 
essay written by a student in any of 
the schools in Ridgewood, giving the 
best account of the history and de- 
velopment of the town. Essay not 
to exceed 1000 words. ' ' 

' ' Two hundred dollars ! ' ' exclaim- 
ed Bea, her eyes shining. "You bet- 
ter believe I'd like to win it. What 
wouldn't it mean to us now after 
mother has been so ill and the doc- 
tor says she ought to get away for 
a change ; but we can t afford the 
money ! I need some new clothes, 
too. Mine are threadbare," she 
glanced down at her worn coat. "I 
certainly would love to win it, 
but " she hesitated ruefully. 

"But what?" queried Sara. 
"Aren't you the best in English in 
our whole class?" 

"I could write it, I think," reflect- 
ed Bea, "but it is the data I need. 
We've only lived in Ridgewood for 
a year, you know. Some of the con- 
testants belong to some of the oldest 
families in town. They will know 
lots of the past history that I don 't. ' ' 

Sara looked dubious. "Can't help 

you there, myself. We've only lived 

here six months. I don't know a tiring 

about the history of the town. Can't 

you look it up at the library, or ask 

some of the 

' ' I might, 

old inhabitants ? ' 

answered Bea. Men- 
she was visualizing all that the 
hundred dollars Avould do for 
them. Mother could have the much 
needed change and vacation, for an 
old friend had been writing her for 
some time to visit her home, and the 
only thing that prevented mother's 
accepting was the money for the rail- 
road journey — a considerable item in 
the Phillips' household, where every 
penny had to be counted since. father 
lost his position two months ago with 
the failure of the firm in which he 
had been employed for so many 

"The whole family needs clothes," 
though Bea, "and the roofer said 
that the roof wouldn't stand another 
rainy spell, it would come down on 
our heads. Oh, what would I give 
if I could win that prize ! ' ' 

When the two girls reached school 
they found everyone talking of the 
offer of the Civic Club. Each and 
every girl was determined to try for 
the prize. 

"I've always lived in Ridgewood," 
declared Nora Barnes, at recess, "and 
my father and grandfather before me. 
It will be a cinch writing up all its 
history. ' ' Nora looked as happy as 
if she had won the prize already. 

"My folks have always lived here, 
too," Lois Waite tossed her head. 
"I guess that I can write enough 
about Ridgewood." 

Other girls said the same. 

"Not much chance for me," sigh- 



ed Bea, as she stopped at the library 
on the way home from school. 

"Not a single book or pamphlet 
on the subject," smiled Miss Hast- 
ings, the librarian. ' ' There were 
one or two magazines and old news- 
papers on file which referred to cer- 
tain events in the town's history, 
but they 've all been snapped up. 
Everyone is trying for the prize, you 

Bea made her way home slowly 
and dejejctedly. 

'/What's troubling you?" asked 
Bob, as Bea entered the living-room 
and threw her books down on the 

"Bob, what wouldn't it mean to 
us if 1 could win that two hundred 
dollar prize?" asked Bea, desperate- 

''Go in and win," answered Bob 
lightly. '"You're a winner at that 
sort of thin»'. 

"But you can't make up something 
out of nothing, Bob Phillips!" Bea 
reminded him hotly. "Do you know 
anything about Ridgewood's past his- 

"Past?" laughed Bob. "No, 
ma'am. I live in the present — 'The 
Golden Present'," he quoted grandl- 

' ' Don 't be silly ! ' ' snapped Bea. 
"It's the past that's wanted now. I 
don't know a thing about it, and 1 
can't find a thing about it, so I just 
can't write the essay." 

"Make it up," suggested Bob, 

Bea cast a withering glance at him, 
not deigning to answer. 

"What is troubling you?" father 
looked up from his desk in the corner 

of the room, where he had been por- 
ing over his account-book, trying in 
vain to make the ends of the family 
exchequer come a trifle closer to- 

He shook his head when Bea -told 

" Ridgewood is an old and a new 
place," he said. "The older part 
is very, very old — hundreds of years 
old; but the new part, where we live, 
has been, built up within the last ten 
years. Its growth has been remark- 
able. You can give an account of 
that " 

' ' Yes, ' ' replied Bea. ' ' I can find 
out, I suppose, how many houses have 
been built, how many new churches 
and schools, and all that ; but it is 
the past history that will count most. 
The historic events which center 
around those old buildings in the 
lower part of the town. I wish now 
I had learned more about them." 

' ' ' Live and learn ! ' " laughed Bob. 

Bea went up to her room and sat 
down at her desk. 

"At least I'll write something," 
she determined. "I'll write as much 
as I can." 

She took a sheet of paper and 
wrote the heading: "Ridgewood — 
Past and Present — A History of Its 

For several moments she wrote 
steadily, then surveyed her work in 
discouragement. She oould write 
down the number of schools, of 
churches, about the new library, the 
recreation center. She could describe 
very attractively the pleasant, shady 
streets, fine houses, beautiful gardens, 
tor which Ridgewood was celebrated; 
but, with the exception of the old 



Quaker Meeting House, riddled with 
bullets, which had been used as a 
hospital in the days of the Revolu- 
tion, she could give the history of 
nothing'. She sighed and tried to 
rack her brains for the remembrance 
of any stories she might have heard; 
but not one came to her aid. 

"Bea!" father put his head in at 
the door. "I hate to disturb you; 
but Miss Hyer is downstairs to see 
mother. You know the last time she 
came she wore your mother out. She 
will stay all afternoon, and mother 
isn't strong enough to entertain her. 
Won't you go down, daughter, and 
say that mother is not well " 

"That means that I'll have to lis- 
ten to her rambling all afternoon, 
exploded Bea, "and here I have that 
important work to do — I'm trying to 
write that essay. 

Father looked sorry. ' ' If you 
don't go down, I suppose mother will 
have to — ' ' he hesitated. 

Bea knew what that meant. She 
kneAV that in mother's weak condi- 
tion she must be spared all effort, 
and it surely was an effort to sit all 
afternoon and entertain Miss Hyer, 
from the Old Ladies' Home. Her 
tongue went like a mill-wheel. If she 
asked a question she never stopped 
to wait tor an answer. Bea could 
not imagine a more tiresome way to 
spend an afternoon — and Miss Hyer 
would stay for hours, she knew. Bea 
felt a lump rise in her throat. Why 
must all disagreeable things fall to 
her lot? 

Feeling herself much ill-used, Bea 
dragged unwilling steps down to the 
living-room and greeted the guest 
none too warmly. 

"So vour mother's worse as'ain 1 ? 

Just worn out, I -guess! And your 
father still out of work? Misfor- 
tunes never do come singly." The 
old lady, once started, rattled on, and 
Bea, with a sigh, settled herself to 
listen as complacently as she could; 
but while Miss Hyer's stream of talk 
continued, Bea began to feel sorry. 
She noticed now the quick, nervous 
way her caller talked, the apologetic 
little laugh, with which she punctuat- 
ed her rapid sentences. She was try- 
ing to be as agreeable, as entertain- 
ing, as she could, Bea saw. After all 
it was not her fault that she was 
such a bore. She had few friends. 
It was a real ' ' event ' ' to her to 
spend an afternoon at the Phillips' 

"It always does me so much good 
to come here," she continued. "You 
are such a happy family — even when 
you have sickness and trouble* It's 
the atmosphere of the house, I guess 
— warm, friendly, hospitable, happy," 
she went on in an endless eulogy. 

' ' Hospitable ! ' ' The word re- 
proached Bea. She had not been 
hospitable. She had not been "warm"' 
or "friendly." Suddenly she excus- 
ed herself. Gfoing to the kitchen, 
she fixed a tray with snowy napkin and 
the very prettiest china, and in a few 
minutes she brought in a cup of 
steaming tea, some toast and jam to 
the caller. 

"If that isn't kind!" ejaculated 
her visitor; "but it's just like you 
Phillipses. You always were the 
kindest, most hospitable people. I 

do enjoy visits " on and on she 

went; hut Bea felt she could stand 
it now. She forced herself to listen 
and almost found herself enjoying the 
chatter of her sruest. 



"I hear there's to be great doings, 
Anniversary, and all that," went on 
Miss Hyer. 

Bea managed to sandwich in be- 
tween her guest's rapid-fire sentences 
the news of the contest and that she 
was trying to write an article, but 
could not get the historical data. 

Miss Hyer's seyes opened wide:. 
:< My sakes, child," she exclaimed, 
•'I know Kidgewood and its past 
and present history from A to Z. 
What do you want to know? I can 
tell you anything, everything " 

Bea brightened. "But," she hesi- 
tated, "I thought you were a strang- 
er here, too. You 've only lived in 
Kidgewood as long as Ave hace — — " 

"My dear child, isn't the Home 
just chock full of old ladies who have 
lived here all their livees, and whose 
parents and grandparents have lived 
here? And don't they knoAv every 
stick and stone and everything that's 
ever happened or is happening or ev- 
er will happen in Kidgewood? Why, 
if you could hear some of them talk, 
you could fill a book on the history 
of the town!" She started in and 
this time Bea drank in every word. 

"I'd better jot it down/' she ex- 
claimed, delightedly, snatching up 
notebook and pencil and writing just 
as fast as her visitor poured forth 
the details., dates, events poured forth 
so fast Bea could scarcely write them 

"I'll have hard work to keep this 
within the thousand-word limit," she 
exclaimed joyfully. The hours pass- 
ed unnoticed. 

"Dear me," Miss Hyer rose sud- 
denly, "the sun's going down! I'll 
have to hurrv to set back in time 

for supper. I've had the nicest aft- 
ernoon I ever had here,," she added. 
' ' I always tell them at the Home that 
I'd rather come to your house than 
go any place I know. I always have 
a good time, but I think I've enjoy- 
ed this afternoon better than any I 
ever spent here — and that's saying a 
good deal. ' ' 

"Oh, I can't thank you enough for 
all you've told me," Bea's eyes were 
shining. She was feeling very con- 
trite under Miss Hyer's praise. "'You 
must come again soon," she invited, 
"and spend the clay. I'll get you up 
the nicest lunch I can, and we'll have 
a good time." That Avas little 
enough, she reflected, to promise, aft- 
er all she had received from the old 

"Xoav, if you'd like to verify any 
of those dates, names and such, if you 
come to the Home tomorrow after- 
noon, I '11 put you in touch with a 
lot of old ladies who can give you 
even more data than I have," said 
Miss Hyer, as she bade Bea an effu- 
sive good-bye at the door. 

Mother greeted Bea as she return- 
ed to the living room. "You poor 
child," she sympathibed. "What a 
sie.ue you have had all afternoon." 

"Oh, mother!" Bea's voice told 
volumes. Then she poured forth, in 
sentences almost as rapid as the de- 
parting guest's, the history of the 

"I think I shall go to the Home to- 
morroAv, to verify all this data; but, 
mother, I have pages of it. I have 
all I wanted. It Avas a piece of good 
fortune that Miss Hyer came here 
just this afternoon — and such a sur- 
prise, for I never thought I could 
get anvthinsr from her." 



"It always pays to be kind," re- 
minded mother. "I think you are 
glad that you gave that old lady a 
happy afternoon, as well as learning' 
so much that you wanted to know, are 
you not?" 

"Yes," asknowledged Bea, "I cer- 
tainly do feel happy 'all-around'." 

' ' But where did you get all your 
data?" asked Nora Barnes and Lois 
Waite and the other gilds who had 
always lived in Ridgewood and who 
felt so sure of winning the prize, 
when the award had been made and 
Bea was not only flushed with hap- 
piness over the check- in her hand, but 

over the praise accorded her essay 
by the judges of the competition. 

"Not only well written and ex- 
pressed, full of vivid, interesting des- 
cription, but accurate to the last 
detail," was the verdict of the judg- 

Bea laughed happily in answer to 
the girls' query. 

"I didn't get it from the library or 
from books, ' ' she acknowleged. ' ' It 
came to me most unexpectedly, and 
when, I'm afraid, I didn't really 
deserve it; but, I hope, after this I'll 
be kinder. ' ' Then she told her 
friends all about it. 


By Stanley Armstrong. 

Some of the boys are repairing the 
roads about the institution. 

A number of hogs were killed dur- 
ing the past week. 

Mr. Jay Cope, former officer at 
the institution, was a visitor here 
last week. 

Robert Poole, former student at the 
J. T. S., visited the institution last 

Last week was known as ' ' promo- 
tion week," for a good number of 
boys were promoted to higher grades. 

Herbert Floyd, member of the sixth 
cottage, has been given a posiion in 
the print shop. We wish him all 
success to make a good printer. 

George Howard, Delmas Robertson, 

Irvin Cooper, Maston Britt, Toby 
McMahan, Herman Cook, Hallie Mat- 
thews, Edwin Crenshaw were paroled 
during the past week. Howard was 
a member of the print shop. 

To the sorrow of all the boys, the 
snow that so nicely decorated the 
grounds, has all melted away with 
the recent rains and the warm weath- 
er. All the boys will be glad when 
it snows again, for all remember the 
good times that they had while it was 

We are very grateful to the man- 
agement of the Star Theatre, of Con- 
cord, for the picture that they let 
the boys at the institution see last 
Saturday morning, it was: "The 
Vanishing American." It was about 
a story by Zane Gray, and was a very 
interesting picture. We certainly do 



thank them for letting us have that 

Dr. Frank D. Wesley of Atlanta, 
Ga., representative of the Colgate & 
Co., visited the institution last Fri- 
day, and along with him he brought 
a picture showing how to care for the 
teeth. This was a very interesting 
picture as well as educational, he al- 
so made several little talks during 
the picture and one after the pic- 
ture. We wish to see all the boys 
do as it showed in t lie picture, so 
that their teeth may never have to 
be taken out and false ones put in. 
We thank Dr. Wesley for bringing 
out the picture and we would like 
to see him come auain. 

Rev. T. F. Hoggins, pastor of the 
Forest Hill M. E. Church, of Concord, 
conducted the services in the auditori- 
um last Sunday afternoon, His select- 
ed rending Was from John fifteenth 
chapter. His text was selected from 
the eleventh verse which is as follows: 
''These things have I spoken unto you, 
ami that your joy might he full." His 
sermon was mostly about the power of 
doing a thing, and the joy of doing 
it. One of his illustrations was 
about a blacksmith who didn't belong 
to the Church. In his blacksmith 

shop he began to make a powerful 
chain. During the time he was mak- 
ing it his friends came in his shop 
to watch him make the chain. They 
would ask him why he would take 
so long to make one link, while he 
might make a long chain in the time 
it would take to make several links. 
But as the blacksmith toiled at his 
labor he had the "joy" of making 
he links strong and true, so that not 
one would weaken. When he finished 
the long chain he put it away in a 
corner. Not long afterward the 
blacksmith died. The chain by chance 
was carried from the blacksmith shop 
to a ship, bound for sea. One night 
during a storm the captain and the 
crew were in despair, "What are Ave 
going to do?" "If we only had a 
chain long, and strong enough, we 
could cast anchor and he safe from 
the storm." A sailor remembering 
the chain taken from the 'blacksmith 
shop went and got it, fastened it to 
the anchor and cast it into the sea. 
The chain the 'blacksmith had toiled 
to make, the one that he had the joy 
and power to make strong and true 
had saved the lives of the passengers 
on hoard the vessel that night. Rev. 
Higgins preached a very interesting 
sermon. It was enjoyed by everyone. 


Father was utilizing Saturday afternoon to widen Norman's sphere of 

"Just fancy, Norman!" he said, pointing around him. "At one time 
these fields were covered by the sea and fish were swimming about on the 
very spot on which we stand ! ' ' 

"Yes, dad," said Norman. "Look, here's an empty salmon tin!" 


A day's work on the 

When a railroad system extends for 8,000 miles 
across eleven states and employs 60,000 work- 
ers, it does a big days work. 
Here are the ligures of an average day on the 
Southern Railway System: 

Trains operated 1,270 

Passengers carried 50,000 

Carload of freight loaded on 
our lines and received from 

other railroads 8,000 

Ton-miles produced 32,000,000 

Tons of coal hurned in loco- 
motives 14,000 

Wages paid $220,000 

Material purchased $135,000 

It takes management^ and discipline, and 
a fine spirit of cooperation throughout 
the organization, to do this work day aft- 
er day, and maintain the standards of 
service that the South expects from the 




VOL. XIV CONCORD, N. C, JANUARY 30, 19°" No. 9 

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* On the blest January evenings, when the west ►:♦ 
% is broken into bars, and Caesar-like the golden sun l| 
% gathers his robes about him before he departs for * 

* the day, we have a faint glimpse of the beauty of ♦!♦ 
% the Creator of such loveliness. When night, the % 
f! sable goddess, from her ebon throne, stretches forth |* 

* her leaden scepter, and the stars, the images of love, * 

* quick to obey her command, gather by millions in * 
% "the infinite meadows of heaven," we get some idea %. 
|* of the glory, power and majesty of God. On the * 
5* bright, crisp mornings, when all the earth is bathed 

in the glad sunshine, and when it is a pleasure to 


ll live and a joy to breathe, we have some faint || 

* conception of His everlasting goodness and His in- * 

* finite mercy to the children of men. Is it not prop- <♦ 
% er that we render thanks unto Him daily, from |* 
|* whom all blessings come? — Old Hurrygraph. * 

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CHARITY AT ITS BEST Asheville Citizen 12 

RAMBLING AROUND Old Hiirrygraph 13 


Presbyterian Standard 15 


Jennie E. Stewart 16 



THE USE OF POWER Dr. J. W. Holland 23 

OLD FORTS IN FLORIDA Lelia Munsell 25 

HONOR AND HONESTY Morganton News-Herald 27 

INSTITUTION NOTES Stanley Armstrong 28 

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I left my pa, his farm, his plow 
Because my calf became his cow; 
I left my pa — 'twas wrong, of course, 
Because my colt became his horse 
I left my pa to sow and reap 
Because my lamb became his sheep ; 
I dropped my hoe and stuck my fork 
Because my pig became his pork; 
The garden truck I made to grow 
Was his to sell and mine to hoe. 

Why Another Boy Didn't Leave Home. 

With pa and me it's half and half — 
The cow I own was once his calf; 
No town for mine, I will not bolt, 
Because my horse was once his colt ; 
I'm going to stick right where I am 
Because my sheep was once his lamb : 
I '11 stay with pa — he gets my vote — 
Because my hog was once his shoat; 
It's fifty-fifty with pa and me — 
A profit-sharing c-o-m-p-a-n-y. 

— Ervin (Tenn.) Magnet. 


Death, under normal conditions, carries in its wake sorrows to loved ones 


and friends. There are, however,' deaths that touch the hearts of whole com- 
munities, even carrying their stings beyond the immediate neighborhood to 
acquaintances and even strangers. 

Such a death has occurred recently in our midst, when Miss Constance Cline, 
a teacher for many years in our public schools, was found dead by an act 
of her own violition — no ! not a volition, but by an impulse of a mental mid- 
night that had overcome her. From early childhood Miss Cline had been a 
well-known and well-esteemed individual of the community; she planted her- 
self into the hearts of scores and scores of people by the manifestation of a 
choice spirit, by her superior abilities in the school room, by devotion to 
Christian duties and all the while holding herself modestly and with great dig- 
nity in her approach to the affairs of the world. 

Miss Cline Avas always busy — no one ever saw her idling away her time. 
She was obsessed with an understanding that life was real and life was seri- 
ous, and she was consumed with a desire to serve. Her thought and her 
whole life was attuned to a constancy. These qualities wore away her physi- 
cal vitality, degree by degree, until a mental midnight silently involved 
her being, and she ceased to be her own self and saw in the future no fur- 
ther service within her powers; hope vanishing, life's spark nickered and 
went out. 

In this terrible affliction that has reached the home of Mr. and Mrs. John 
A. Cline, most honorable and highly worthy citizens of this section of the 
state, and themselves facing an approaching sunset without fear, there is 
unstinted sympathy for them and deep grief that a life that has left such 
an ennobling impress upon so many pepole should pass out so tragically. 


There may seem that there is no difference between intellectual integrity 
and heart integrity. There is. Intellectual honesty may fit into the require- 
ments of law and social demands — and yet fall short of a heart honesty. 
And, again, there is a possibility of a heart sense of integrity being in error 
and not complete. 

This thought is suggested by an article under the tile of "Honor and 
Honesty," reproduced in this issue from Miss Cobb's paper, the Morganton 

This article brings to mind a story we heard thirty-nine years ago, upon 
our taking up citizenship in Concord. We were standing on the public square 


with a prominent citizen, long since gone to his reward, who remarked, ' 4 There 
goes the most honest man I ever knew," pointing to another citizen crossing 
the square. 

The story told then is as follows: "He made an assignment, and the law 
stepped in and concluded a winding up of his business and estate, which paid 
only a certain number of cents on the dollar of his indebtedness. He had, in law, 
fully met his obligation and owed the public nothing. ' ' 

"That man," said the citizen, "started in business again: and as he accu- 
mulated something over and above his careful living he began to take up the 
balances of his debts which his assgned property dd not fully, dollar for 
dollar, discharge. ' ' 

FeAv men have a record like this. The first transaction, under the provi- 
sions of laAv, was* an act of intellectual integrity; the latter an act of heart 
integrity — and yet the man had, during his life, considerable experience in the 
lumber business. 


An expression of county enterprise and county pride is about to become 
a real thing in the form of a most splendid hotel building, which has taken form 
in our midst. It 's a credit to the town and county. 

A little flurry has started, arising over the proper naming of this hostlery. 
Some have even become alarmed and excited. The women are asserting what 
they conceive to be their rights and insist on naming the new hotel in such 
a way as to emphasize some history connected with the county. They are 
right. Hotel Concord, Concord, N. C, lacks variation and becomes monoton- 

One correspondent, meeting the argument of another who insists on saving 
the foreigner the torture of trying to pronounce "Cabarrus," is certain that 
foreigner would call it "Konk-ord" were it named Hotel Concord. Were this 
fine new hotel named Stephen Cabarrus, it would not be long before everybody 
would learn to pronounce it correctly and learn to ! know the patriotic act, 
which required some courage, of this distinguished gentleman whom we should 
be glad to honor. 

Meet me at The Stephen Cabarrus for a conference, or, better, for lunch ! 


The Uplift takes much pleasure in the privilege of reproducing the appre- 


ciatiou of Alfred Luther Brown, by Mr. Wm. M. Sherrill, associate editor of 
the Concord Tribune. 

Among the hundreds whom this writer had the privilege of numbering among 
his pupils in the long ago, none stand out more conspicuously in that mental 
picture than A. Luther Brown. The little 8-year old fellow in knee-pants 
sometimes bare-footed, was always prompt and tidy — just an expression of 
an ideal home training, not the miserably faulty modern delegated training 
now so much in vogue — and he gave promise of success by the manner in 
which he applied himself to his duties. We can see young Luther yet as he 
wrestled with the multiplication table — but the ginger and pep then, revealed 
what his attitude would be in wrestling with manhood's problems. 

The Uplift reproduces this appreciation of Mr. Brown, richly deserved as 
it is and pleasing to a long standing friendship, for the chief reason to point 
to the efficacy of fine home training, the wisdom and profit in beginning at the 
bottom, the necessity of a courage to tackle hard problems, the disposition 
to accept the advice of superiors and the quality of dependability — these were 
Luther Brown's hand maidens. 


Governor Smith, says the News and Observer, has honored the requisition 
from Governor McLean for Hayes and Anderson, the prime movers in the or- 
ganization of the Fisheries Products Company. It was this company that 
induced many farmers to invest their all, and, in some cases to mortgage their 
farms, to buy stock in that now defunct company. One well-to-do farmer went 
to the poorhouse and another died from the result of the losses sustained. 

The exposure of the doings of that fly-by-night corporation aroused the in- 
dignation of the people of the State, and the last Legislature directed action 
looking to protect the men who had purchased the stock. Governor McLean 
acted promptly and wisely and Attorney-General Brummitt has been diligent. 
It is the duty of the State to go to every possible extent to compel restitu- 
tion and punish (he slick dealers whose glib-tongue and rosy representation 
eaused farmers to lose their savings and their farms. Criminal prosecution 
will be pressed. 

John Smith may yet come into his own. 

* * # * * * sje # * * * s|« 


The trustees of the University of North Carolina yesterday turned down 
with practical unanimity, according to the Raleigh News & Observer, the sug- 


gestion of the faculty that the time-honored custom of having a commence- 
ment orator be honored in the breach. The faculty felt that the exercises 
on commencement day are long drawn out and, in the interest of shortening 
them in time for an early mid-day meal, they suggested that the usual ora- 
tion be omitted. The trustees enjoy oratory more than the professors, though 
it often happens that the oratory they expected is something more hoped 
for than received. 

''I vote against shutting off the opportunity of having a man like Glenn 
Frank to come to the University, ' ' said one trustee. In fact, it would be bet- 
ter to omit some of the other features 1 than abandon the hope of a real mes- 
sage. Sometimes the orator does not have a great message. Sometimes he 
cannot put it across. But when he does it is an inspiration to the gradu- 
ates, a delight to the alumni and a pleasure to all who attend. 

Oratory has not "played out" even if it a scarce commodity. 

A Cabarrus citizen, who has been 'following that monstrosity they have in 
Raleigh, which they call The Religious Forum, wherein all kinds of fool 
theories, and occasionally something worth while, are exploited by shining 
lights, wants to ask the genius who is at head of it to explain something that 
occasionally puzzles him. He is of the opinion that any one who can fathom 
all the details of the beginning and growth of a human being (not the Bible 
way) could tell why a Minocra hen (black, you understand) lays white eggs. 
It does appear that the great evolutionist could explain this just as easy as 
he explains the origin of man. 

A "Sunday Gang" society, composed of 8 to 14-year old youngsters, would 
find much better meeting place in their several homes, under parental direc- 
tion and training than anywhere else. Every ageney seems to be conspiring to 
break down home-life. 

^: >J: % % % >J: % % >£ $fi :£ 5J5 

Burbanks has announced that he "is a real infidel, "having no faith in the 
incarnation and denies the immortality of the soul. That's where all real-to- 
goodness evolutionists finally land; the others, who are seeking a little pub- 
licity and notoriety, may repent of their utter foolishness. 


Concord and Kannapolis. 



In the bustling town of Kamiapo- 
lis, seven miles north of Concord, I 
visited recently one of the largest" and 
most modern textile plants in the 
world. For several hours I wended 
my way through the various struc- 
tures that house the plant, situated on 
land that Avas nothing but barren 
fields, "with here and there a farm, 
fifteen years ago; a plant now com- 
posed of six mills capable of turning 
out 50,000 dozen towels a day; a 
plant recognized throughout the world 
as the largest manufacturer of tow- 
els in the world. 

I saw factory buildings that cause 
one to gasp at their size and equip- 
ment; machinery as spotless and as 
faultless as the day it came from the 
factory; great buildings flooded with 
modern lights that gave them the ap- 
pearance of being in the great out- 
of-doors; and everywhere a precision 
and nicety that spoke of efficiency 
worthy of the ten and a half million 
dollars invested in the mills. 

Although born and reared in a com- 
munity which has as its sweetest mu- 
sic the hum of the spindle and the 
clatter of th eloom, I had not for 
years visited one of the modern cot- 
ton mills that surround me, so I de- 
termined to learn something of the 
man whose duty it is to keep in run- 
ning order such a gigantic manufac- 
turing plant. Here is the story I 

From cotton opener to general su- 
perintendent and vice president of the 
Cannon Manufacturing Company is- 
the story of Luther A. Brown, Avho 
entered the textile plant of the Can- 
non chain here 27 years ago at the 

age of 22 and who today is a com- 
manding figure in an establishment 
that challenges the rest of the world 
in cotton manufacturing, with plants 
at Kannapolis, Concord, Rockwell, 
North Carolina, and York, South 

Born in Concord 49 years ago, Mr. 
Brown spent the greater part of his 
youth in tasks connected with a liv- 
ery and sale stable in which his fath- 
er was interested. Concord at that 
time was recognized as a textile town, 
for already seven mills had been 
erected within its borders and as a 
youth young Brown visioned himself as 
a commanding figure in the industry 
that has revolutionized the South, 
and particularly the Piedmont sec- 
tion in which Concord is located. 

"During the summer many boys 
sought employment in the mills,'' Mr. 
Brown related, ' ' and I too, took up 
the work. When I was 21 I had de- 
finitely made up my mind to learn 
the mill business and I accepted my 
first steady job from the late J. W. 
Cannon, textile pioneer in the South 
and one of the ablest executives that 
ever headed any business 'enterprise. 

' ' Mr. Cannon was just beginning 
then to make his real mark as a 
manufacturer, but he had visions 
and ability to make these visions 
workable plans. He started me at 
the bottom, opening cotton, with wages 
that were almost negligble. Seven- 
ty-two hours a week I worked, begin- 
ning my daily tasks at () a. m. and 
working until 6 p. m. In the winter 
months I went to and from my work 
under stars that seemed frozen to an 
icy skv. 



' ' From my first job as cotton open- 
er I started up the ladder that final- 
ly landed me a superintendent's place. 
Nine years I was with the Cannon 
Mills, serving in every capacity in the 
routine from the humblest job to the 
best within the plant. When I had 
worked myself up to the job of over- 
seer in the Cannon Mill Mr. Cannon 
offered me the positoin of superin- 
tendent of his Cabarrus Mill, sister 
plant of the mill in which I had 
started. ' ' 

Mr. Brown pointed out that while 
Mr. Cannon was his friend and a 
friend of his family, he was of neces- 
sity exacting and no favors came his 
way. Hard knocks there were in 
abundance but having started in the 
business he stuck. "There were niany 
drawbacks, many dreary days when I 
saw nothing in the future, ' ' went on 
Mr. Brown, "but I got accustomed to 
the disappointment and I steeled my- 
self to take punishment without whim- 

"At the Cabarrus mill my work 
was more remunerative but at the 
same time more exacting and more 
tiresome. It was my job to keep 
the plant running and this often re- 
quired manual labor as well as knowl- 
edge to be imparted to my assistants. 
We still started the mill at 6 a. m. 
and I was always there when the 
first wheel turned." Mr. Brown re- 
mained with the Cabarrus mill until 
1914 when he was promoted to the 
superintendency of the Cannon Mill 
at Kannapolis, a plant than not near- 
ly so large as the present one, but 
big enough to be classed as the lar- 
gesl towel mill in the world. 

• • Several times while I was work- 
ing at the Cabarrus Mill I planned 

ti. make a change in my work," Mr 
Brown continued, "but Mr. Cannon 
advised me to stay. 'We are going 
to have the biggest towel mill in 
the~world,' he advised, 'and you can 
grow with it.' Bad conditions never 
discouraged him; always he planned 
for bigger things and by hard work 
and taking advantage of his advice I 
have been able to reach the position 
of general superintendent and vice 
president of the world's greatest tow- 
el plant." 

"And you attribute your success 
to what?" we interrupted. 

' ' To hard work and plenty of it, 
and advice from Mr. Cannon. The 
mills which offered me jobs when I 
was at the Cabarrus mill have grown 
but not as Ave have grown. I know 
I could not have learned enough of 
the mill business to hold my present 
position if I had not given my work 
untiring effort and long hours. 

"I was an up-town boy, schooled 
in mannerisms and habits different 
from those of the average mill labor- 
er, and I first had to overcome their 
prejudices before I could gain their 
sympathy and -support. I had to 
know ho wto do the job better than 
they could do it before they respected 
me. I had to know not only how, I 
had to do it. Hard work, carried on 
over long hours each day, gained for 
me experience necessary in my rise. 
Too, I watched those men over me 
so that 1 would know what to do and 
how to do it, should I ever have an 
opportunity to 'carry on' in their 

"In my work at the Cabarrus mill, 
and for that matter in my work with 
the Cannon mill today, it gives me 
peculiar pride to be able to meet 



my overseers, second-hands and other 
bosses on their own business level. I 
have been through the same problems 
that confront them. I have had the 
same temptations to bolt the job. I 
try to impart to them the same opti- 
mism that Mr. Cannon gave to me. 

"And in the Cannon mill today we 
are following the same policy that he 
adopted in naming our bosses. We 
train our men. Every day I get ap- 
plications from men wanting jobs as 
overseers and bosses. I just write 
back that we engage no overseers or 
basses outside our own family of 
mills. By promoting our own men 
we repay them for their fine work 
and at the same time keep within the 
plant men accustomed to our way of 
doing things." 

As general superintendent of the 
Cannon mills, Mr. Brown makes week- 
ly visits to the Cannon and Franklin 
mills at Concord ; the Barringer Manu- 
facturing Company, at Rockwell, and 
the Cannon mill at York, South 
Carolina. At the Kannapolis plant 
there are 130,000 spindles and 4,500 
looms; at the Cannon mill in Con- 
cord 31,000 spindles and 750 looms; 
at the Franklin 30,000 spindles; at 
the Barringer 10,000 spindles and at 
the York plant 15,000 spindles and 
500 looms. 

In addition to his duties at the 
mills, Mr. Brown looks after all mill 
construction work, has a part in all 
plans for schools at Kannapolis since 
the mill donates generously to the 

school fund; looks after leases cover- 
ing buildings owned by the mill com- 
pany — and most of the business houses 
are owned by the mill — has general 
supervision of the cotton gin operat- 
ed by the mill company and is a con- 
spicuous figure at conferences looking 
to enlargement of the equipment and 
buildings of the company. 

Plans are now being drawn for an- 
other mill at Kannopolis, the new 
plant to house 50,000 spindles and 
250 cards. Looms will be added lat- 
er. Recently when a large addition 
was erected at one of the plants the 
work was done by the crew of car- 
penters hired by the mill, under di- 
rect orders from Mr. Brown. This 
same crew is at work now building 
150 homes to house some of the new- 
employees to be engaged when the 
new 50,000 spindle mill is completed. 
General supervision of the work on 
the houses rests with Mr. Brown. 

Superintendent Brown doesn't do 
labor with his hands when machinery 
halts for repairs in the big mill now. 
bat he knows right where to get 
man to do the labor; he doesn't open 
the 40,000 bales of eoton used at 
the mill each year, but he knows 
where every bale goes. He is super- 
intendent of the largest towel mill 
in the world, yet he still goes to work 
at 7 a. m. and he gives to the work 
the same pride, ambition and effort 
he gave when he applied for a job 
ot the bottom of the ladder twenty- 
seven vears aao. 

Doctor — "Have you taken every precaution toi prevent the spread of 
contagion in your family?" 

Rastus — "Absolutely, doctah. We've done bought a sanitary cup, an' 
we all drink from it." — The Baptist. 




(Asheville Citizen.) 

When it comes to giving money to 
feed and clothe the poor, the Ameri- 
can public is the wonder performer 
of the world. But handing out cash 
to the needy is in no way creative 
or constructive. It does nothing to 
abolish the poverty or to create op- 
portunity by which the needy can ac- 
complish their own permament relief. 

Now conies Governor Smith of New 
York with a proposal to provide de- 
cent homes for the poor of New York 
City by lending some of the taxpay- 
ers' money to limited-dividend cor- 
porations which will use it to con- 
struct the homes; and immediately 
opposition arises with the cry that 
this is paternalism. What tins op- 
position forgets is that paternalism 
is no new thing for the States or 
the Federal Government. Times have 
changed since we became a nation, 
and one test of a nation's virility is 
capacity to cope with changing condi- 
tions. As The New York World ob- 
serves, tlie object is to do away with 

the terrific tenement house conditions ; 
and a little paternalism is preferable 
to failing in that commendable cam- 

It is, in a sense, "paternalism" 
when the Federal Government em- 
ploys inspectors to see to it that the 
health of the farmers' cattle is look- 
ed after. Such instances could be 
multiplied indefinitely. And it is 
certainly as important to have hu- 
mans properly housed as to insure 
the good condition of cattle. 

The man who builds houses to 
rent for a profit can not put up de- 
cent homes for the very poor. The 
rent they can pay can not give him 
a return on his money. Governor 
Smith's plan, if it works, will point 
the way to housing the poor properly 
all over the country and thereby se- 
curing social profits that will be im- 
measurable. There is no reason why 
the State at large and especially in the 
it should not work. Other countries 
have tried it with gratifying resuts. 

"I am less concerned over the enforcement of prohibition than I am 
over the enforcement of the Ten Commandments," wisely says Mrs. Catt, 
who said little could be expected of "women who smoke all day and 
drink all night." If people keep the Ten Commandments most laws will 
be enforced without the need of policemen. — News & Observer. 




By Old Hurrygraph. 

Vision is the ability to see Tomor- 
moiTow today; With it, all things 
are possible: without it, nothing is 
accomplished. Today's activities are 
the fore-runners of Tommorrow's 
achievements. This is why the 
prophet of old said that "a people 
without a vision perish." 

The other evening I was re-reading 
an old boyhood copy of Robinson 
Crusoe — being one of the Robinson 
family, in fact the Robinson that 
'grew so," I wanted to refresh my 
memory with boyhood excitement. In 
looking over the well thumbed leaves 
I came across this sentiment : • ' After 
he had finished his meal he lit up his 
pipe and sat down on his chest." 
What a wonderful contortionist old 
Robinson must have been. Too bad 
he died before vaudeville became so 

A certain small church was sadly 
in need of general repairs and a meet- 
ing was being held in it with a view 
of raising funds for that purpose. 
Tiie minister having said $500 would 
be required, a member well off in 
worldly goods, and equally stingy, 
arose and said he would give a dol- 
lar. Just as he sat down, however, 
a lump of plaster fell from the ceil- 
ing and hit him on the head, where- 
upon he again arose, hastily, and an- 
nounced that he had made a mis- 
take; he would give $50. This was 
too much for an enthusiast present, 
who, forgetful of everything, cried 
out frevently, "Oh, Lord, hit him 

My, my! Doesn't the odor from 
the fry of old-fashioned ham delight 
the olfactory"? It makes you feel 
good all over. Old-fashioned ham, 
like so many other good things, threat- 
ens under prevailing conditions to be 
added to the lost arts. Farmers by 
the thousands, instead of curing 
their bacon, as in the past, have ac- 
tually got to depending exclusively 
for their meat supplies upon the pack- 
ing houses. They buy the saltpeter- 
burned, creasote-doped bacon and 
hams that are put through by the 
patent process in a few hours, and 
are no more like the old, slowly cur- 
ed, carefully smoked meat of the 
country smoke-house than fresh-pick- 
ed fruit is like the hand-painted va- 
riety. Who calls for ham noAvadays 
in a dining car, or cafe, or at a 
hotel table ? Only the man that has 
never tasted the kind we used to have 
at home, where time was taken to 
cure and smoke them right — the kind 
that makes you hungry to smell the 
cooking. This is a serious question 
and not merely one of sentiment, for 
the poor suring in the packing 
houses has a disastrous effect upon 
the demand and consequently the 
prices of hog products. All farmers 
should resume curing their own 
meats, at least enough for home con- 
sumption ; and it will also pay to put 
properly cured meats on the market 
and let the people have the benefit 
of the sweet savor of the old-fashion- 
ed cured hams. 

We are witnessing marvelous 
changes in this dav. The women are 



bobbing their hair short ; and the men 
are allowing their to grow long and 
comb and paste it back from the fore- 
head. Then, too, women are taking 
to mannish walking sticks, and men 
are adopting womanish umbrellas. 
The latest style umbrella for men 
has abbreviated handle and ferrule. 
The implement is attached to the 
wrist by a thong and is carried much 
after the fashion of the tiny femine 
umbrella and its consort the huge 
pouch-bag. I do not care what the 
style may be but the kind of umbrel- 
la I like to carry is the umbrella no 
one will take the trouble to steal. It 
is not expected that the younger gen- 
eration, now entirely blinded by yel- 
low slickers, will buy umbrellas that 
cost more than a new rain coat, but 
the older men, who have no love af- 
fairs to advertise with free hand 
drawings, are expected to assist in 
making a bigger and better range 
of selections for the restaurant ban- 

There are a lot of people in this 
world who have good intentions but 
who are always gettng themselves 
into "muddles" because they do not 
think before they speak. One may 
see a friend's faults and yet not 
speak about them at all. If the 
friendship is real, if there is a deep 
affection back of it, the mere matter 
of a few faults will be overlookd. 
It is all well and good to want to help 
people to lead finer, better and full- 
er lives, but one must be very careful 
not to carry this dsire to reform oth- 

rs to a point where it becomes a 
nuisance. Too frequently the reform- 
er grows so exacting that he cannot 
endure the even trifling faults that 
are found in most persons. So eager 
is he to have others become perfect 
that he loses sight of the fact that 
he, himself, has many faults that 
might be corrected. 

If there is one thing that "brings 
home the bacon" is these days of low- 
salaries and high groceries, it's 
money. The average man wears out 
three pencils a month trying to fig- 
ure a way to split the contents of 
the modern pay envelope fourteen 
ways, and still keep three jumps 
ahead of bankruptcy. He spends the 
day following paday, exchanging his 
hard earned cash for numerous pieces 
of paper marked : ' ' Paid ' ' — and goes 
to bed wondering how in thunder he 
can get a better job. This is the rea- 
son' so many people jump at the al- 
luring "get-rich-quick" advertise- 
ments in the magazines and papers, 
because they look so tempting; so 
easy ; for the reason that they con- 
cern money, hard, round, smooth 
paper, spendable dollars — the kind 
that buys what you want when you 
want it; and which are "will •., the 
wisps ' ' when you are caught in the 
fraud net "which is laid for the fowl- 
er," or the unwary. The best way 
is not to brood, but pursue your work, 
or calling with dilligence rope "old 
hard times to a fence post, and walk 
away and forget him. 

' ' Failure to help others when opportunity offers not only means a 
loss to them; it means a greater loss to oneself." 




(Presbyterian Standard.) 

According to the Washington cor- 
respondent of the Charlotte News, the 
friends of North Carfolina in the 
Capital City are much alarmed over 
the danger of higher education in 
North Carolina being sacrificed, in 
the attempt on the part of the com- 
mon people of the State, to check 
the teaching of unproved theories, 
that seek to contradict the Bible and 
undermine the religious beliefs of the 
people. We quote from a recent 
letter : 

' ' Among a few men of whose genu- 
ine interest in the educational growth 
of North Carolina there can be no 
doubt there is a growing fear that 
the cause of higher education in the 
State is imperilled now by the threat 
of the fundamentalists, or — more ac- 
curately — those opposed to anything 
smacking of evolution, to make a 
fight in the primaries next June in 
order to nominate for office men who 
are oposed to the teaching of evo- 
lution in the schools. ' ' 

All of us are apt to take ourselves 
more seriously than facts warrant. 
This is especially true of many of 
the Capital City correspondents. 
They pronounce opinions with the 
gravity of a Solomon, upon any sub- 
ject possible, and that opinion is too 
often based upon a five-minute inter- 
view with some person from the scene 
of action. 

This report also is often colored by 
the personal opinion of the corres- 

Boiling down the letter, we get 
these facts: that the friends of the 
University see a fight brewing, in 

which there is a twofold danger to 
the University, the State Colleges 
aud the North Carolina College for 
Women, a reduced appropriation, so 
as to cripple all State institutions of 
learning, "unless the powers that be 
agree to help in passing a bill in line 
with Editor Poole, Miss Jula Alex- 
ander, and John W. Eurfees (the 
Trinity of Home Saving Democrats, 
Forward Looking Women, and Insur- 
gent Republicans) want passed, " and 
also the dwarfing of the intellect of 
the young people. 

We give these quotations, without 
pausing to comment on the animus of 
this attack upon a lady. 

We do, however, pause to say that 
if such a crippling of the educational 
Avork does result, the men ayIio are 
responsible for it, will not be the so- 
called Fundamentalists, but the col- 
lege and school authorities. 

This is a Christian State ; yet these 
institutions allowed articles to be pub- 
lished and lectures to be given by 
members of their faculty that held 
up the Old Testament to ridcule and 
reduced its teachings to myths and 

These officials are men of discern- 
ment, who know the sentiment of the 
rank and file of the people of the 
State: yet they have ignored public 
protests and church appeals, and, 
with a pride of intellect that was 
almost insulting, they have despised 
these protests as the empty vaporing 
of an ignorant mob. 

We shall try to guard against tak- 
ing ourselves too seriously also, or 
beine 1 wise above what is written ; but 



we are confident that there is an under- 
current of indignation that has been 
growing since last spring that will 
eventually burst forth and demand 
that these imported teachers be sent 
back to the place from which they 

came, and that the heads of our edu- 
cational institutions must learn that 
they are the servants of the people, 
and must recognize their right to de- 
cide what their sons and daughters 
shall learn. 

French experimenters have been successful in producing automobile 
bodies made from fabric. The advantage of the new type of body is th,at 
is does not rattle, and that it costs only about a tenth as much as a metal 
body. It is said to be fully as durable as the metal. — Exchange. 




By Jennie E. Stewart. 

You can get a lot of enjoyment 
from a collection of caterpillars and 
cocoons. Right away after we have 
our first frost in the fall, you may 
begin collecting. Perhaps the first 
thing you find for the collection will 
be the fuzzy, red, brown, yellow and 
white caterpillars, some striped and 
some plain colors. They Avill be seen 
creeping sleepily about on the trees, 
fences and ground looking for a 
place to spend the winter. Some of 
them may be rolled up in a round 
ball and looking as if they were dead. 
Some will be found hanging head 
down on the under side of fence rails 
or tree branches. 

Oather one or two of every kind 
and place them in a large glass jar 
of a pasteboard box with a glass laid 
over the top so you may see what 
is going on inside. Some little twigs 
and leaves should be placed in the 

box to make it seem home-like. Keep 
the box in a cool room. The attic or 
a storeroom where there is no heat 
will be best. 

Soon you will be able to watch 
some of the caterpillars spin cocoons. 
They will be like wads of black or 
gray hair or a bunch of tangled silk 
or a roll of gray paper. No two will 
he exactly alike. Some of the worms 
will fasten themselves to the side or 
cover of the box and change into a 
chrysalid instead of spinning a co- 
coon. The chrysalids will be green 
or black or dull gray and more or 
less glisteny like beads. 

In the spring or in mid-winter if 
you choose to bring them to a warm 
room you may watch all these sleep- 
ing creatures wake up and change 
into butterflies and 'moths. — Boys' 

The part of an auto that causes more accidents than any other is the 
nut that holds the steering wheel. — Lineville Headlight. 




By A. C. 

"With the possible exception of the 
reign of Queen Victoria there never 
was a period when so many great 
men lived in England as in the time 
of Queen Elizabeth. There were 
gallant soldiers) great poets, Wise, 
statesmen and scholars, enterprising 
discoveries, and profound philoso- 
pher. One of the most striking and 
picturesque figures in this remarkable 
galaxy of talent was a courtier named 
Walter Raleigh, who was known as 
soldier, voyager, statesman, poet and 

As a boy he was greatly interested 
in tales of adventure, and especially 
delighted in the exploits of Sir Fran- 
cis Drake, and other sea pirates. 
Like most boys of his time, he long- 
ed, above everything, to go to sea. 

After his college couse he joined a 
company of soldiers who went to 
France to tight f° r the persecuted 
Protestants of that country, but lit- 
tle is known of this part of his life, 
more than the fact that he remained 
there until after the death of Charles 
IX in 1574. It is said that he then 
took part in the wars in the Nether- 
lands, where the Protestant burghers 
were fighting against the tyranny of 
the King of Spain. 

About this ti me Sir Humphrey Gil- 
bert, half-brother to Raleigh, was 
preparing to make explorations along 
the Atlantic coast, and Raleigh was 
so interested that he joined the ex- 
pedition. The two adventurers sail- 
ed for Newfoundland with eleven 
ships, intending, if opportunity pre- 
sented, to found a colony. The ex- 
pedition was not very successful, but 


another was undertaken later. Ra- 
leigh gave two thousand pounds to 
fit out a ship called "The Ark Ra- 
leigh.'' Two hundred and sixty men 
accompanied this little fleet of five 
ships, including masons, carpente'rs, 
miners and those of other trades. 
In the latter part of July the fleet 
reached Newfoundland and Gilbert 
took formal possession in the Queen's 

Meanwhile Raleigh was fighting in 
Ireland. With others of his time he 
believed that "the Irish were like 
nettles, sure to make those smart 
who gently handled them, and must 
be crushed to prevent stinging. ' ' 
This severity bore bitter fruit in Ire- 
land during the years that followed. 

The story of how Raleigh became 
the favorite of Queen Elizabeth has 
often been told. We have all heard 
of how the young courtier spread his 
new plush cloak on the muddy ground 
that the Queen might not get her 
shoes soiled. This tale may or may 
not be true. A more probable rea- 
son for his popularity with the Queen 
was his wit and manly bearing, and 
his accomplishments as a scholar 
and soldier. His personality certain- 
ly had a wonderful charm. 

Raleigh was a man of fine ap- 
pearance, six feet tall, dark hair, a 
face usually bright and alert. His 
clothes were of the richest materials 
and much covered with gems. He 
s^oke with a broad -Devonshire accent 
which added to the fascination of 
his fluent speech. 

He often addressed Parliament, 
and was said to have been a master 



ox eloquence. "His speeches were 
full of close clear argument, and cool 
discriminating judgment." He took 
a remarkable interest in art, music, 
science and literature, possessing a 
cultivated and correct taste. He was 
one of those rare men who seem to 
excel in everything they touch. 

In 1585 Raleigh obtained a com- 
mission from the Queen for an ex- 
pedition to the new world with a 
view to colonizing it for England. 
Two ships were fitted out and sail- 
ed on April 27th, reaching the West 
Indies June 10th. They sailed along 
the coast for one hundred and twenty 
mile- before they could find any en- 
trans or rivre. They entered the 
first one that appeared and Raleigh 
took possession of the land in the 
name of the Queen. The Indians 
were peaceful and received the 
Englishmen kindly. One member of 
the exploring party wrote: "We 
found the Indians most gently, lov- 
ing and faithful, void of all guile 
and treason."' 

Raleigh carried back to England 
the news of his discovery and the 
new country was named Virginia aft- 
er the virgin queen. The discoverer 
was knighted. The city of Raleigh 
in North Carolina commemorates the 
colonizing zeal of this great English- 

In 1588 England was invaded by 
the Spanish Armada and Sir Walter 
Raleigh was one of nine commission- 
ers appointed to consider the best 
means of repelling the attack and 
he also took an. active part in the 
fighting, for which he received great 

Xot long after, he suffered the dis- 
pleasure of Elizabeth by falling in 

love with one of her maids and mar- 
rying her. If the Queen could not 
marry Raleigh, a subject, she did 
not desire anybody else to marry him. 
The young lady whom Raleigh 
espoused seems to have been beauti- 
ful and charming. She proved her- 
self to be a true wife, and a good 
mother to their two children. 

Raleigh was imprisoned in the 
tower in 1592 for not consulting, the 
Queen's wishes in this matter. That 
such a thing could be done shrows 
what an autocratic old dame Eliza- 
beth was. 

After a time he was released, and 
being in a measure forgiven by the 
Queen, retired to his beautiful coun- 
try estate where for two years he 
set out trees, orchards, gardens and 
groves and enjoyed a quiet home life 
with the woman he loved. It is 
believed that he was the first to 
bring the orange tree into England, 
and the first to plant the potato on 
his estates in Ireland. 

The fever for explorations seems 
to have seized Sir Walter every now 
and again and the year 1595 found 
him setting sail for Guiana with five 
ships and one hundred officers be- 
side many ailors. Raleigh and some 
companions explored Guiana, suffer- 
ing severe hardships. He treated, the 
native Indians with great kindness 
which contrasted with the cruelty of 
the Spaniards who had preceded him. 
The Indians never florgot Raleigh 
and enquired tenderly about him 
after he was in his grave. 

In his communications with the 
Indians he told them at length about 
the greatness and goodness of his 
sovereign lady, tl was thought that 
tlie Queen would have shown some 



sense of appreciation of her adven- 
turous courtier when he returned to 
England, but she had a jealous na- 
ture, and could not forget Sir Wal- 
ter's love affair with her maid of 
honor, and he remained in seclusion 
with no word of approval from Eli- 
zabeth, but the brave soldier found 
solace in some lively fights Avith the 

Queen Elizabeth died in 1603 and 
James I, son of Mary Queen of Scots, 
came to the throne. He was preju- 
died against Raleigh for various 
reasons, and when the latter, was ac- 
cused of treason, the King lent a 
ready ear to the charge. The trial 
of Sir Walter was nothing but a 
farce. Those who appeared against 
him evidentlv bore false witness, and 
he was practically condemned before 
the trial began. The Chief Justice 
in giving sentence was positively 
brutal, and was hissed by the people. 

Raleigh in writing to his wife 
after the sentence said : Let my 
poor child know that his father was 
no traitor. Be bold of my innocence 
for God, to whom T offer life and 
soul, knows it. " 

For twelve long years Raleigh was 
imprisoned in the tower, finding em- 
ployment as best he could in books. 
For a man of his active temperament 
the confinement must have been very 
trying. During this period he wrote 
his famous "History of the World." 
This book was suppressed by King- 
James because it was "too saucy In 
censuring the acts of Kings." The 
prisoner wrote other books but the 
King would not allow them to be 
published. One of ths best known of 
Sir Walter Raleigh's works is his 
"Instructions to His Son and to 

Posterity ' ' which was published four- 
teen years after his death. 

For a time Lady Raleigh and her 
son Walter were permitted to remain 
in the tower, but when the plague 
broke out in 1604 they were obliged 
to go away for safety. She was, 
afterward, only allowed to see her 
husband a few times, and his health 
became very poor. 

At the earnest solicitation of some 
friends, James consented to the re- 
lease of Raleigh from the tower that 
he might undertake another expedi- 
tion to Guinana. He collected several 
vessels and sailed in April, 1617. 
Young Walter Raleigh went as cap- 
tain of the ''Destiny," the largest 
ship of the fleet, but unfortunately 
was killed in some skirmishes with 
the Spaniards while going up the 
Orinoco River. 

Upon his return to England Sir 
Walter was re-arrested on some 
stumped- up charge of disloyalty 
when in Guiana and on August 10, 
1618, went back to the Tower, and 
he was informed that he wa.s to be 
executed on the old charge of treason 
in 1603. 

The parting from his wife, the 
night before his death, was very 
pathetic. Lady Raleigh came at 
dusk to take farew T ell, and they con- 
versed together for several hours. In 
a burst of grief she told her husband 
of the one concession she' had been 
able to obtain from the Lords of the 
Council, that of obtaining his bodv 
after death. As the hours of mid- 
niqbt struck she bade her brave hus- 
band "good-by. " 

When the time came he walked 
cheerfullv to the block and mani- 
fested the greatest fearlessness. On 



the scaffold he spoke eloquently for 
nearly half an hour, asserting- his in- 
nocence and declaring that the world 
wovld yet be persuaded of it. Aftei 
he had prayed, he said: "1 die in 
the faith professed by the Church 
of England. I hope to be saved and 
to have my sins washed away by the 
precious blood and merits of our 
Saviour Christ.' ' 

The executioner ' was very much 
affected and asked to be forgiven. 
Raleigh laid his cloak aside and re- 
quested to see the a x e, remarking, 
•"it is sharpe medicine, but it will 
cure me of all diseases." When ask- 
ed which way he would lay his head 
upon the block, he replied, "So the 

heart be right, it matters not which 
way the head lies." Two blows and 
the tragedy was over. 

This was the way England reward- 
ed the man who had done so much to 
carry her flag abroad and who had 
made North America, English instead 
of Spanish, one of the bravest of 
Englishmen and one of the most re- 
markable men of his time. The 
words of Shakespeare, applied an- 
other might very well be applied to 
Sir Walter Raleigh. He. 
"Had the elements 
So mixed in him that nature might 

stand up 
And say to all the world, 'This was 

a man. ' ' ' 


Here are assembled the executives of important business concerns and 
the leaders in various professions. Here are congregated those who 
represent an aristocracy of culture and character, and if we fail to add 
our force to the efforts to metamorphose an age of high-living and low- 
thinking into an era of plain-living and high-thinking, we shall have fail- 
ed, at least partly, in our mission. Too many people today speak trifling- 
ly of serious things and seriously of trifling things; too many people to- 
day live too long in the dining-room and not long enough in the library; 
too many people today wear jewels on their clothes and have no gems 
in their brains ; too many people today are dancing the Charleston rather 
than the minuet. The dictates of reason demand a return to funda- 




By Rev. J. D. Hunter. 

Text: "For I know him that he 
will command his children and his 
household after him. ' ' — Gen. 18-19. 

"I should not have preached the 
sermon last Sunday evening on 
'What's the Matter With Our Boys 
and Girls?' without following that 
message Avith this companion sermon 
on 'What's the Matter With Our 
Fathers and Mothers"?' Our conclu- 
sion reached in the former message 
was that there is nothing fundament- 
ally wrong with youth. The answer 
to the question, 'What's the Matter 
With Our Boys and Girls,' is fath- 
ers and mothers. So I am beginning 
where I left oc on last Sunday even- 

''Dr. George R. Stuart, than whom 
there is no greater preacher in Amer- 
ica, never uttered a greater truth 
when he said that the downfall of 
every character can be traced to some 
defect in the home life. It took me 
some time to comprehend this state- 
ment and its wonderful reach, but I 
say tonight that I am in sympathy 
Avith this statement and believe it to 
be the truth. 

"The home is the greatest educa- 
tional institution in the world. In the 
question of morals, social ideals and 
religious development there is no 
other institution comparable to the 
home. It is the home that sets the 
standard and fixes the destiny of hu- 
man character. I am surprised and 
OA r erwhelmed at the seeming indif- 
ference of our fathers and mothers of 
today, Iioav little serious thought and 
attention is giA*en the modern boy 
and girl by his parents in the great 

critical hours of life. When a boy 
or girl left the oldtime home it was 
after prayers Avere said and after the 
mother, about the Avide-spreading 
lire place, had given her last loAang 
word of instruction and counsel to 
her boy or girl. Modern fathers and 
mothers prepare their children for 
journey to college by continual round 
of the dance and the giddy social 
whirl. It is a very discouraging 
sight, indeed, to see the modern 
youth board the train for college aft- 
er the dissipation of the social sAvirl, 
not satisfied Avith a package of cigar- 
ettes but with a Avhole carton. What 
can be expected of a generation of 
young people Avho are receiving such 
frivolous and Ioav conceptions of the 
great mission of life. And who is 
to blame"? Not the youth, but the 
father and mother. No more beau- 
tiful picture has ever been painted 
than that of a happy family with the 
father and mother holding the hands 
of their children journeying on the 
way of life to the highest and best : 
and no more horrible picture can be 
conceived than the father and mother 
holding their children's hands and 
leading them into the broad patlnvay 
of hell'" 

"Some has said, 'The Christian 
home is designed to be the firfst 
Christian sanctuary and the heart of 
the Christian parent the open door- 
Avay through Avhich the child ascends 
into the highest felloAvship Avith God. 
Blessed is the child avIio finds in his 
father and mother the way to his 
Heavenly Father. ' 

"In the bill of charges which I am 



bringing against the modern father 
and mother in answer to this great 
question, there are three important 
answers; there is a woeful lack of 
authority, example and consecration. 
Across the land today comes the cry 
of 'criminal youth.' In the great 
wave of crime sweeping over our 
country, youth 'takes the leading part. 
The records of the courts in Chicago, 
New Orleans, Mobile, New York, 
Philadelphia and Washington bear 
out the truth of this statement. Nine- 
ty-eight per cent of the crimes com- 
mitted, according to Judge Smathers, 
of the criminal court of Atlantic City, 
is being committed by youths from 
sixteen to twenty-four." 

"Ina questionnaire sent out by one 
of the great bonding companies of 
America, asking their representatives 
to state the cause of crimes, the fol- 
lowing statement is given: 'Family 
infidelity seems to be more general 
and religious training has been put 
on the shelf in many households. ' One 
of the oldest judges in Alabama who 
presides over a court of misdemean- 
ors and who has had, perhaps a wid- 
er experience than any other judge 
in the state said in a recent address 
'that the criminal can not be reform- 
ed by education, as it is a question of 
ethical training. ' An editorial in a 
ureat daily, discussing the judge's 
charge, makes this statement. 'That 
is where the present civilization is 
deficient. The old-fashioned home is 
largely a thing of the past in the cit- 
ies, at least. The pace is too swift, 
there are too many outside intei'ests, 
diversions and calls. The youngsters 
get away from their parents at too 
early an age, if indeed, the parents 
have had time to devote much atten- 

tion to the careful training of earlier 
years, and if further, the parents are 
competent to train the children or fit 
for the responsibility of parent- 
hood. ' 

' ' I seem to be in a pretty good com- 
pany in this charge. I am not ask- 
ing you to take alone the statement 
of the preacher, but when our leading 
criminologists and men of high posi- 
tion across the land say that back of 
the great crime wave is the lack of 
authority is the home, fathers and 
mothers had better take notice. It 
does not avail us to attribute the 
crime wave to the back-wash of the 
war. It is not there but because the 
upgrowing youth has not been taught 
to respect authority in the home we 
are raising a generation of criminals. 
"Uncontrolled at six, outlaws at 
twenty," has become a truism, but 
not often enough recognized by our 
parents. If Ave would have fewer 
criminals, let us discontinue raising 
them. Too many boys and girls are 
like the little mountain boy Avhen ask- 
■*i) where he Avas brought up replied. 
'I wasn't brought up anywhere, I 
just came up on the raft Avith dad.' 

' ' Children are great imitators. We 
have no reasonable expectation that 
they shall be different from us. When 
Ave are not loyal, Avhen Ave are not 
reverent, when Ave are profane, when 
we are loose ni our morals, Avhen we 
are lacking in religious convictions, 
what else can Ave expect but that our 
children shall follow in our steps? 
The highest right of a child is to a 
true home Avhere he may receive 
training, inspiration and preparation 
for the great game of life. Certain- 
ly our children owe us a great obli- 
gation but there is another side and 



we are abligated in a wonderful way 
to our children." 

''Abraham, God's friend, recogniz- 
ed his obligation to his family and 
God knew that he could depend on 
him to discharge the obligation and 
therefore, he could make him a found- 
er of a great race and a benefactor 
of the world. The modern father 
and mother is unwilling to pay the 
price in consecration and to set the 
right example and to lead the way to 
life's highest achievements. 

' • It is overwhelming to see the 
thoughtlessness and indifference of 
modern parents. The issues of life 
and death are at stake. The charac- 
ter of son and daughter is the goal 
and we stand hesitatingly by unwill- 
ing to pay the price of real father 
and mother, who is able to command 
his household after him. There was 
a man in the western country who 
has been offered high political posi- 
tion and he was assured of success in 
reaching the coveted goal. His 
friend and advisers in council assur- 
ed him of success provided he com- 

promised his convictons on a certain 
question just a little. In relating 
the story to a preacher some time 
later, he said, 'Preacher, I almost 
yielded, they almost swept me off my 
feet, but when I thought of a fine 
boy in my home, who calls me father, 
the lure of the office and political 
achievements vanished. I looked my 
counselors square in the eye and said 
Gentlemen, I have never yet. done a 
dishonorable thing and God of my 
fathers helping me, I shall hand down 
to my son an example unsullied by 
compromises. I had rather be able 
to look my son square in the eye and 
say, "Follow my honorable example' 
than to have the highest office in the 

"God give us fathers and mothers 
in this land of such high character 
that they shall be able to command 
the respect and loyalty of their sons 
and daughters. The salvation of civ- 
ilization depends upon the character 
of the fathers and mothers in the 
home. ' ' 


By Dr. J. W. Holland. 

The search for and use of power 
are the chief ambitions of men. 

No sooner does man find a new 
source of power than he proceeds to 
load it down with added burdens. 

The conveniences demanded by 
modern railway passengers have 
loaded the great mogul engines until 
they can barely take a little grade. 
Present day trains carry every con- 
venience of the luxurious home. If 
some one learns to explode atoms and 

multiply 10 times the drawing power 
of motors it will not be long till the 
increased power will be overloaded 

All life, today, is carrying a ter- 
rific overload. Suicides are the re- 
sults of broken down or stalled per- 
sonal motives. 

Our bodies feel the strain of pull- 
ing unnecessary loads. Heart disease 
is the medical name for an overbur- 
dened heart. The thousands of men 



and women dropping down in middle 
life are so many warnings to lighten 
our burdens. 

Our brains are in a whirl of pleas- 
ant excitements amid the increasing 
volumes of knowledge. So many 
facts are being added to life that the 
question, "What is Truth?" is more 
and more perplexing. The future 
man will have to develop greater 
brain power, or break under the add- 
ed strain of theoretical baggage. 

Our moral natures seem at times 
inadequate for the demands put upon 
them. Our fathers had Right and 
Wrong — black and white — in conduct 
to determine. We have a multitude 
of greys, in which good and bad are 
blended till the wisest man hesitates 
what to choose. Greater motive pow- 
er is needed today, or the economic 
loads of civilization will make of the 
sons and daughters of steadfast 
I 'hristians, a pack of crafty pagans. 

Moral instruction has a thousand 
theories of rigid and wrong. We 
carry the theories of it in our heads, 
but the passion to do right is out of 
our hearts. 

Civilization is staggering, like a 
dazed man, on the highways of the 
world, and we need moral courage to 
',bank in" the purposes of the will. 

A quarter of a thousand of dif- 
fering creeds in America is what 
we have to offer to a sinful genera- 
tion that is trying to find spiritual 
freedom. Perhaps, at bottom, we 
all mean the same things, but the 
bickering and arguments by which 
Ave attempt to bolster up an inherited 
idea, are often at variance with the 
power of God's' Spirit Avhich works 
by love. 

Everything material and intellectu- 
al which lifts us above mere animals, 
Avaits on spiritual poAA-er. President 
Coolidge, Secretary Hoover, and oth- 
er great seers are saying that to us 
every day. 

God is Spirit. In God we are also 
Spirit. Where God dwells in a heart 
there is purity. Where men are pure 
they haA T e poAver enough to pull, Avith- 
out hreaking down, the tremendous 
burdens of modern life. 

The Bible is the best book on 
earth because it is a book of man's 
search for spiritual poAver, and the 
tale of Iioav he may attain it. When 
we come to our Bibles, not to find 
arguments to prove our felloAvs Avrong, 
but to find tht God in Avhom dAvelleth 
all power, Ave will Avrite a new chap- 
ter in the moral advance of the race. 


A mother and father turning over the training of their children to the 
schools, the schools with a lot of silly giddy girls to do the training, 
as is often the case, is it any wonder that we have an increase of crime 
among young white people? — Catawba News-Enterprise. 




By Lelia Munsell. 

"You can fly along the gulf 
course, ' ' said an aviator, ' ' and sec 
tie ruins of any number of old forts, 
grim testimony to the fact that thy 
early settlers carried their racial 
feuds over to the new world, where 
there was room for all to live togeth- 
er in peace." 

Florida has some of the best pre- 
served of these old forts. 

Fort Marion, at St. Augustine, is 
a place of great interest to tourists 
who visit it all day long' to renew 
their historical memories and "ex- 
amine the many old relics grouped 
in the different rooms. A card in 
the entrance states that there is no 
charge, but that if visitors care to 
reimburse the guides for their trou- 
a small gift will be accepted. Thus 
the expense of providing guides and 
caring for the old building is taken 
care of easily and tactfully. 

There were the beginnings of a 
fort where Marion now stands from 
shortly after the settlement of St. 
Augustine, but the present structure 
was a hundred years in the build- 
ing. Its final cost was $3,000,000. 
Loius VI exclaimed, when they told 
him: "What! Was it built solid of 
gold dollars?" 

The first fort was of logs, and was 
called San Juan Pinos. The present 
fort is built of coquina, a soft-shell 
rock quarried from the neighboring- 
island of Anastasia by forced Indian 
labor. Coquina means "shell rock" 
and it is literally made up of mill- 
ions of tiny shells. During the bom- 
bardment attendant upon Oglethorpe 's 
seige, in 1740, this soft shell would 

close over the balls without receiv- 
ing any apparent injury. The marks 
of that bombardment may be seen 
yet. During this seige of about 
three months duration, the garrison, 
together with 2,200 citizens, and their 
cattle, were crowded in the court 
of the old fort, a space approximate- 
ly one hundred fifty feet square. A 
dug well in the corner supplied water. 
There is still plenty of water in that 

The walls ,of Fort Marion are 
twelve feet thick, the corner towers 
twenty-seven feet thick. In 1844 
two secret tojrture chambers were 
discovered by Lieutenant Tuttle, who 
fell throug'h into one of them from 
above. These had been sealed up 
and the English, who had taken the 
fort finally from the Spanish, ap- 
parently knew nothing about them. 
Instruments of torture and human 
bones were found in them, and on 
the walls of the outer chamber are 
to be seen the marks of five cruci- 
fixes used in the punishment of male- 
factors. The United States took 
over the fort in 1821. It was then 
that it renamed Fort Marion. 

At the corner of the fort green 
stand the old gates. The rest of 
the protective wall has been de- 
stroyed, and the old moat is practi- 
cally filled up, though 4 it can be 
traced by a slight depression and 
corresponding ridge, on Avhich trees 
are now growing. The first mention 
made of these gates was in 1727. 
Colonel Palmer, of South Carolina, 
with three hundred men, laid waste 
the country and pushed ivp to the 



gates, which proved so strong that 
he could not force them. 

At the present time Fort Marion 
is a museum of interesting relics. 
All sorts of things, from models of 
whaling vessels to old haircloth 
trunks and milady's feather fan are 
gathered here and cared for. 

One room is given over to Osceola, 
and to Indian relics. In another 
room, which was the courtroom of 
the old fort, they show you where 
this Seminole cheif was held a prison- 
er, and the niches he cut in the 
wall that he might pull himself up 
and look out through the transom 
over the door. Two other chiefs 
who were shut up with him starved 
themselves that they might grow 
thin enough to squeeze between the 
horizontal bars of the single small 
window high up in the outer wall. 
These bars were only eight inches 
apart. One Indian got through. 
The other stuck between the bars, 
but he wrenched one of them loose 
and fell to the moat below, breaking 
a leg and a collar bone. His com- 
panion managed to carry him out of 
the moat and get away, but 
both were recaptured at the Appala- 
chicola. Osceola was too proud to 
attempt escape. He said he had 
done nothing wrong, and the govern- 
ment should release him. 

The chapel used by the Spaniards 
is preserved much as it was then. 
Over the door to this chapel are the 
royal arms of Spain. Some fifty 
years ago our government sent to 
Spain tor the original plans and re- 
build this door, which had fallen into 
decay. White oyster shell lime, the 
kind used by the ^ Spaniard^, was 
employed in the rehabilitation, so 

that the new door is a replica of 
the old. The inside walls of the 
chapel are overgrown with maiden- 
hair ferns. 

Another point of interest is the 
keystone arch in the inner court. It 
is the oldest in the United States. 
There is not a crack in it. Only one 
other specimen of the keystone arch 
is known on the American continent, 
and that is in Panama. 

The old fort of San Carlos, on the 
sandhills back of Pensacola, is equal- 
ly well preserved with Fort Marion 
and might be made a center of his- 
torical interest as is Marion. No 
use is made of the four massive 
brick bindings except that one small 
house shelters two lonely naval re- 
cruits whose business is to train a 
glass upon Fort Pickens, across the 
bay on Santa Rosa Island. Fort 
Pickens is in present-day use and 
commands the entrance to Pensacola 
Harbor as did Fort San Carlos in the 
days of Spanish occupancy. Except 
for these two lonely recruits the only 
other indication of human presence 
was the click of a typewriter through 
one of the portholes in the two-foot 
thick walls of the largest of the large 
old buildings. 

San Carlos was built by the Span- 
iards in 1696, of brick brought over 
from Spain. The present Fort Bar- 
rancas lies between it and Pensacola 
and it is only by chance that the 
visitor stumbles upon the fact that 
the old fort still exists. In one of 
the buildings a labyrinthine passage 
leads down, down, over brick paving* 
to what was the ammunition maga- 
zine. It does not take a vivid imagi- 
nation to imagine some of the scenes 
enacted there. The visitor; is cau- 



tioned not to go down this passage 
without a guide, as there is danger 
of getting lost. 

Fortifications of more modern date 
are the old earthworks in the center 
of Pensacola. This pile of dirt cov- 
ers several blocks. Back of one cor- 
ner is a fine house. Two tourists met 
at this corner. "There," remarked 
one, ''is an illustration of the man 
who evidently did not count the cost 
before he began to build. He put 
up that big house and evidently 
didn't have money enough left to 
even haul away the dirt from the 

The other laughed. "I had the 
same thought. But I learned that 
that is the redoubt thrown up by 
General Jackson, about a hundred 
years ago, when he hauled down the 
Spanish flag and ran up the Stars 
and Stripes. I hope you didn't make 
the mistake I did. Thinking that the 
house was a public building, I calrnly 
walked in and appropriated a book 

I found lying on the table. You can 
imagine my embarrassment when a 
lady came into the room and inform- 
ed me that it was a private home." 

Going back to St. Augustine we 
find the ruins of another military 
building, though not exactly a fort. 
The St. 'Francis Barracks was built 
for the Franciscan monks in 1580, 
and occupied by them for a time. 
Later it was put to military uses 
and even now houses a few United 
States troops. 

There are many smaller forts along 
the coast, but most of them are in 
ruins. About halfway between St. 
Augustine and Daytona is the second 
fort built by the Spaniards to guard 
the settlement. This commanded one 
of the two approaches to the land. 
It is almost gone, only a part of two 
or three walls remaining. At Smyrna 
thev show you where there was once 
a fort. Now there is little but a pile 
of stones. 


(Morganton News-Herald.) 

The daily newspapers last week 
carried a story that is of more than 
ordinary interest because it is out 
of the ordinary. A man by the name 
of Jacob Bunn managed a bank at 
Springfield, 111. It had difficulty in 
weathering the financial storm of 
1873 and the succeeding years, and 
in 1878 Mr. Bunn voluntarily closed 
the doors, believing that out of the 
bank's assets and his personal for- 
tune he could liquidate the institu- 
tion without loss to depositors. There 
were debts of about $800,000. Cer- 

tain real estate which Mr. Bunn had 
thought would enable him to gather 
enough to pay in full was disposed of 
at a forced sale and did not bring as 
much as had been anticipated. Of 
the $8000,000 due them, the depositors 
received $572,000. 

Mr. Bunn's idea when of his own 
accord he closed the bank was that 
he could pay every cent - he owed. 
TThen he found that he could not do 
so immediately, he determined to de- 
vote the remainder of his life to accu- 
mulating enough to make s'ood his 



intention. He became a manufactur- 
er of watches and for 20 years sought 
to build up the business until he had 
obtained the money. He was partly 
successful, but died without reaching 
his goal. His children carried on the 
same business and branched out into 
other forms of business but always 
with the same idea. The bank debts 
of their father were their debts. A 
trust was created, called the Bunn 
Memorial Trust, for the handling of 
such sums as they could contribute to 
the one object which they had in 

A short time ago the attorney for 
the Bunn Memorial Trust announced 
in a matter-of-fact statement that, 
"Now, after 48 years, they (the chil- 
dren) are prepared to carry out his 
purpose and propose to pay in full the 
balance remaining unpaid, together 
with interest thereon at the rate of 
five per cent per annum, or approxi- 
mately 240 per cent." It has been 
decided to make the interest to cover 
an even 50 years, so as to bring the 
total to $800,000, the amount on de- 
posit when the bank failed. Each 
depositor or his heirs therefore will 
receive the amount of his deposit in 
addition to the 71 1-2 per cent paid 
at the time of liquidaton. 

A story like that is one that de- 

serves the publicity the papers have 
been giving it, and teaches a lesson 
in honor and honesty that the pres- 
ent-day world needs to learn. 

There may have been other out- 
standing local examples of scrupulous 1 
honesty, but Ave know of at least one 
man in Morganton who believed that 
when he made a debt, even though the 
law relieved him of the payment, he 
still considered himself morally obli- 
gated. Years ago the late J. G. 
Mabe, who for years conducted a gen- 
eral merchandise business near the 
Morganton depot, ran into financial 
straits that forced him into bank- 
ruptcy. He weathered the storm, paid 
what he could, as many another has 
done, got started again and as far 
as the law Avas concerned Avas free to 
go his Avay. HoAvever, Mr. Mabe did 
not consider himself free; the law 
absolved him from obligaton, but his 
own conscience did not. He resolved 
that he Avould not rest until he had 
paid every cent he oAved. He did — 
and Avhen he died a few years ago 
there Avas not a person who could say 
that J. G. Mabe OAved him and did 
not pay. 

Such examples as this are worth 
more than special mention and the 
great pity of it is that they are so 
feAv and far betAveen. 


Some of the barn hoys have been 
hauling coal during the past week. 

('has. Wood, Langford Huett, Lloyd 
Flower and Robert Whitt have been 

By Stanley Armstrong. 




in the carpenter 

Patrick Templeton, Vass Fields and 
Irvin Moore, former students at the 



J. T. 8., visited the institution dur- 
ing the past "week. 

The boys on the work force are 
still cutting wood. 

A number of the old plows were 
repaired by Mr. Roy Ritchie and some 
of the boys. 

Four hogs were killed during the 
past week, and therefore the boys 
have had plenty of sausage. 

Some of the roads about the insti- 
tution have been scraped and repair- 
ed during the last week. 

Mr. C. B. Barber, officer of the sec- 
ond cottage, spent the week-end in 
Kings Mountain. He visited his pa- 
rents there. 

John Kivett, Dwight Queen, Mack 
Wentz, Joe Wilkes and Glenn Walk- 
er, received their paroles during the 
past week. 

We had a number of warm days 
during the past week, but to end it 
all the cold spell again started in last 

Mr. Paul Owensby and Mr. and 
Mrs Paul Cloer, former officers and 
matron at the institution, were visi- 
tors here last Sundav afternoon. 

The months are getting around 
pretty fast and it won't be long be- 
fore the baseball season comes around. 
We would like to have a good base- 
ball team this year. 

superintendent, is undergoing treat- 
ment in a hospital at Charlotte. We 
wish her a speedy recovery and re 1 
turn to the institution. 

A spelling and history examination 
was held in Prof. W. W. Johnson's 
room last Monday morning. The 
evening school section in his room 
took an examination in spelling, civil 
government and geography. 

Leonai'd Miller, Mack Wentz, Zeb 
Trexler, James Peeler, Huett Col- 
lier, Walter Evers and Joe Wilkes, 
composed the ' ' Happy Squad, ' ' last 
Wednesday, with a visit from friends 
and relatives. 

We did not miss the snoAv very 
long, for last Sunday night it snow- 
ed again, and the merry time that 
comes with each snowfall is still go- 
ing on, one thing Ave know, is that 
it will continue while the snow is 

Zeb Trexler and Clarence Hensley, 
members of the tenth cottage, have 
been given the pump job. They have 
already made good on this job, for on 
last Friday afternoon the Avater tank 
ran OA r er, and that has not happened 
in a good Avhile. 

Though the month of January is 
considered as the "Parole Month," 
it also is the month, Avhen a large 
number of new boys come, for dur- 
ing the past month a good many of 
them have arrived to fill the places 
of the boys that haA^e been parol- 

Mrs. Chas. E. Boger, Avife of the 

The Training School basketball 



team was defeated last Saturady aft- 
ernoon, by a group of boys represent- 
ing the White Hall School, by a score 
of 30 to 10. This makes a total of 
games come to seven, with two won 
and five lost, or for a percentage of 

pictures like that are certainly wel- 
come at the institution. 

The Stonewall Literary Society, of 
second cottage, elected the following 
officers for the ensuing three months. 
Russell Capps, President; Whitlock 
Pridgen, Vice-President ; Herman 
Goodman, Secretary; Roy Lafon, 
Censor; Fonzo Wiles and Newton 
Watkins, Reporting Critics; Lonnie 
Lewis, Sergeant at Arms. 

We wonder if the people outside 
of the institution get the laughs 
when they see a real good comedy, 
like the boys at the Jackson Train- 
ing School do, at least the way they 
did last Thursday night when the 
comedy, "Stop, Look and Whistle," 
was thrown on the screen, for it seem- 
ed at times that the roof over the 
auditorium would come off, when the 
great thrills came in the picture. 
Well, we are again indebted to the 
management of the Star Theater, of 
Concord, for letting us have that good 
picture, and therefore we thank them 
very much for their kindness. All 

The religious services were con- 
ducted last Sunday afternoon by a 
delegation from Charlotte, under the 
direction of Mr. Thomas Shelton, 
Boys' Work Secretary, at the Y. M. 
C. A. Mr. Shelton brought with him 
some friends, among them Mr. Fred 
Helms, a lawyer, of Charlotte, who 
made the talk for the afternoon. 
Mr. Helms did not have a text, but 
he talked with the boys. First he 
asked the boys a question to see if 
they had any faith in him. He asked 
"All the boys that believe that I can 
show you something that I haven't 
seen, nobody else nor you have seen, 
then I can fix it that you can see it, 
hold up your hands." A large num- 
ber of the boys were puzzled, some 
held up their hands. Mr. Helms then 
took a peanut from his pocket, ' - See 
it?" "No you don't." He then 
took the shell from it, "See it?" he 
again asked. "No you don't yet," 
he then took the last fine shell from 
the peanut. "Now you can see it, 
watch and I will put it where you 
can't see it." Everyone present en- 
joyed the talk that Mr. Helms gave, 
and all would like to see him come 

"Is there a word in the English language that contains all the vow- 

' ' Unquestionably. ' ' 

"What is it?" 

"I just told you." — Boston Transcript. 


A day's work on the 

When a railroad system extends for 8,000 miles 
across eleven stales and employs 60,000 work- 
ers, it does a big days work. 
Here are the figures of an average day on the 
Southern Railway System: 

Trains operated 1,270 

Passengers carried 50,000 

Carload of freight loaded on 
our lines and received from 

other railroads 8,000 

Ton-miles produced 32,000,000 

Tons of coal burned in loco- 
motives 14,000 

Wages paid $220,000 

Material purchased $135,000 

It takes management^ and discipline, and 
a fine spirit of cooperation throughout 
the organization, to do this work day aft- 
er day, and maintain the standards of 
service that the South expects from the 





CONCORD, N. ( ^' --ixritf 6. 1926 

No. 10 




"My house was well built," said an aged citi- 
zen to me the other day, "for it was built many 
years ago, by the day." That is the way in which 
bhe best, and strongest, and happiest lives are built ; 
by the day. They are not constructed "by the 
job." One attainment in grace is laid upon anoth- 
er, like blocks of granite in a solid house wall. 
Each day brings its duty to be done; its tempta- 
tions to be met and conquered; its burdens to be 
carried; and its progress to be made heavenward. 
There are 365 days in every year, but really there 
is only one working day — and that is today. Suf- 
ficient to each day is the evil thereof. 

— Old Hurrygraph. 

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RAMBLING AROUND Old Hurrygraph 9 


Interview in News & Observer 12 

THE JEW James Hay, Jr., in Asheville Citizen 17 


Lucy Cherry Crisp 19 

"COLEY" Laura Wade Rice 24 


Rev. F. Swindell Love 25 



The Uplift 



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School. Type-setting by the Boys Printing Class. Subscription 

Two Dollars the Year in Advance 

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Got any rivers you say are uncrossable? 
Got any mountains you can't tunnel through? 
We specialize in the wholly impossible 
Doing the things that no one can do. — 

The spirit that built the Panama Canal. 


Lots of things used to be sold by the measure— the gallon pot or the yard 
stick. Innovations have occurred with the years, and practices today are en- 
tirely different to what they used to be. For instance twenty years ago no- 
body ever though of buying a hen, rooster or a turkey except just so. Today 
the fowl must go upon the scale. j 

We even find manufactured cloth sold in some stores by the weight— i- 
formerly such a thought would have been considered ridiculous. A thin& 
that looks downright foolish, as one eof these .modern innovations, is th£ 
selling of tomatoes by weight. But the selling of -hen -fruit- by-weight h-as come 
in now for serious consideration. A Sumter, South Carolina,: paper has just,, 
discovered a demand that the sale of eggs should be by weight and not by 
the count. 

That idea originated more than fifty years ago in Mt. Pleasant. When- 
ever company arrived at Mr. Jones' house, he proceeded ito the neaivby store 
to make some purchases. When: the: store-keeper .vvas [measuring :andvveigh*p./r 
ing up other items of .his desire, the custonir -busied ;himself .counting ouCas^'^ 
many eggs as he wished but it- was.- notiegid •thafc.dieitaiva-rdably picked-: out) m> 

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the big eggs most carefully. The storekeeper remonstrated and suggested 
that hereafter "I will count your eggs, Mr. Jones (but that wasn't his 
name at all), or I will have to sell you eggs by weight." Mr. Jones bought 
his eggs elsewhere after this. 

The Game Cock city of Sumter shall not run away with this idea. 
It belongs to North Carolina and the village of Mt. Pleasant, where the 
notion to sell eggs by weight first originated. And yet in those days eggs sold 
for five cents a dozen, or six doxen for a quarter. 


This wonderful race of people, 
where but few are found, are sub- 
ject at times in not receiving their 
dues. This is entirely due to ignor- 
ance of their achievements and 
contributions Jjo the affairs of men, 
■ or to ungrounded prejudice, and 
oftentimes to both ignorance and 

The Uplift would have its read- 
ers to read and consider the appre- 
ciation of "The Jew," an article 
by James Hay, Jr., one of the edi- 
torial writers on The Asheville 
Citizen. The Uplift is proud to re- 
produce this engaging article, be- 
cause it expresses so fully our own 
opinion, which is founded on a 
close observation and intimate 
knowledge of the mental and moral 
attitude of this great people. 
It brings to mind the admirable oration of the late Governor Vance, who 
took great and commendable pride in delivering it before hundreds of Jewish 
organizations in the land. He introduces his lecture in the words of another 
great statesman and scholar, Commodore Maury, who said: 

"There is a river in the ocean. In the severest droughts it never fails, 
and in the mightest floods it never overflows. The Gulf of Mexico is its 

Governor Vance. 


fountain, and its mouth is in the Arctic seas. There is in the world no oth- 
er such majestic flow of waters. Its current is more rapid than the Missis- 
sippi or the Amazon, and its volume more than a thousand times greater. 
Its waters as far out from the Gulf as the Carolina coasts are of an indigo 
blue; they are so distinctly marked that their line of junction with the com- 
mon sea-Avater may be traced by the eye. Often one half of a vessel may be 
perceived floating in Gulf Stream water, while the other half is in common 
water of the sea, so sharp is the line and such the want of affinity between 
those waters, and such too the reluctance, so to speak, on the part of the 
Gulf Stream to mingle with the common water of the sea." 

And from this physical fact, Senator Vance, began his lecture in these 
words: "This curious phenomenon in the physical world has its counter- 
part in the moral. There is a lonely river in the midst of the ocean of man- 
kind. The mightiest floods of human temptation have never caused it to 
overflow and the flerciest fires of human cruelty, though seven times heated 
in the furnace of religious bigotry, have never caused it to dry up, although 
its waves for two thousand years have rolled crimson with the blood of its 
martyrs. Its foundation is in the grey dawn of the world's history, and its 
mouth is somewhere in the shadow of eternity. It too refuses to mingle 
with the surrounding waves, and the line which divides its restless billows 
from the common waters of humanity is also plainly visible to the eye. It 
is the Jewish race." 


In our hurry, we are liable to move too fast to know even our own neigh- 
bors. Classification of citizens is a peculiar method we have in placing peo- 
ple, or rather the measure by which we class people is one largely dictated 
by the money standard. People have been known to remove to another 
part of a community, or change their church relations, for the alleged reason 
to get into what they regard ' ' society ' ' and to enhance their business oppor- 

That kind of aspiration and attitude towards religion are what give the 
worldly minded its excuse to criticise the church and what it stands for. 

This thought was suggested the other day when the affability, earnestness 
and devotion of a certain individual for her fellow beings were being com- 
mended. Whereupon, another just around the corner from poverty and wick- 
edness and vulgar living, rejoicing in the contributions of "a ship that had 


corne in," arrogantly inquired, "Why, who is she?" We all have family 
trees — some have lots of limbs that in pride we name ; and in the family 
trees of us all there are limbs that somehow or other we have conveniently 
lost the data and the story and the limb, if it appears at all, is leafless and 

It is not the money: the sociel position or the family name that gives one 
the enduring excellence that should be craA'ed — choice things in life to pos- 
sess, it is true — but how we use these possessions in life to make the world 
a better place in which to live. 

The question that should present itself to all of us in making our in- 
quiries should read something like this, "Who am I, and what am I ac- 
complishing?" rather than '"Who is she'? 1 ' 


It had for years been the custom to hold our annual meeting of the Board 
of Trustees' of the Jackson Training School, and such called meetings as the 
affairs of the institution demanded. Upon the request of Gov. McLean that 
boards of state institutions meet quarterly, the Jackson Training School 
Board met on Friday, January 29th, in the James William Cannon Memorial 

Seven of the eleven members answered to the roll call. They Avere: Mrs. 
Cameron Morrison, Misses Easdale Shaw and Katharine Robinson and 
Messrs D. B. Colt ran, Herman Cone, C. A. Cannon and J. P. Cook. 

The Board, after hearing reports from the several officers, all of which were 
received and approved, proceeded to effect an organization for the next four 
years. This is the result: 

Mr. J. P. Cook, Chairman, 

Miss Easdale Shaw, V. Chairman. 

Mis> [Catherine Robinson, Secretary. 

Mr. I). B. Coltrane, Treasurer. 

The Executive Committee is composed as follows': D. B. Coltrane, C. A. 
Cannon, J. P. Cook and Supt. Boger. 

The several reports indicated a prosperous condition of the institution. 
Instructions were given the Executive Committee to proceed with perfecting 
plans for the erection of the Receiving Cottage, which will be a unit of the 
hospital, which it s proposed to make a memorial. Plans are making to find 
hospital, which it is proposed ,tp .make, a memorial. Plans are iftaking ,to find 

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for the building and equipment. Fifteen contributors to this fund have been 
reported, and one of whom is Mr. Herman Cone, who asked at the meeting to be 
numbered in this happy group of helpers and well-wishers. 

The Board fixd its quarterly meetings for the months of January, April. 
July and October. 


Though an institution, with a proud record of service to afflicted humanity, 
what we have come to think of as the County Doctor is 1 passing. But feAv 
remain. Years ago he was in the majority and the most beloved man in the 
whole county. That story elsewhere printed in this number gives the younger 
generation a glimpse into the life of the country doctor and refreshes the 
memories of the older ones. The story of the experiences and observations 
of the average country doctor, if written, would read like a. romance, though 
the tender side of the ministrations of this beloved individual would show 
that pity, kindness, sympathy and a charitable heart are no new things since 
doctors stopped filling their own prescriptions .and making their own pills. 

What a sensation was created among the people when the little capsule 
made its first appearance into the medical world ! 

Judge A. B. Palmer, of the Police Court of Concord, has the proper slant 
on law breaking in his jurisdiction, especially the violation of the prohibi- 
tion law. The fines he is imposing are calculated to bust this nefarious busi- 
ness or bust the operators — either result will be fruitful of good. The blind 
tigers were getting mighty close to the seat of justice, and an astounding 
arrest of one was recently made. A three hundred dollar fine will take some, 
at least, of his unholy profits. 

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Farmers surely have a hard time. The Tobacco Co-ops had made consid- 
erable progress in bringing about their chief aim, the securing of fair prices. 
Some exhibits recently proclaimed indicate that a large number of higher 
ups were making little fortunes at the expense of the organization. Every 
time farmers attempt co-operative organizations, it is sure that some out- 
sider will want to plow their heifer. 

Judge T. D. Bryson, one of the ablest judges in the history of the North 
Carolina, judiciary, is reported as contemplating resigning. The Judge is 


profoundly interested in the success of the Smoky Mountain Park, and 
to it he is giving valuable aid by his clear and forcible speeches, here and 
there, in favor of the proposition and to secure the interest of the public. 

That plucky little woman at Brevard, the wife of the sheriff of Transyl- 
vania county, became a heroine n the twnkling of an eye. Several mobbisk 
men called while the sheriff was away, demanded the keys of the jail in order 
to regulate ( ?) a prisoner sentenced to the penitentiary for thirty years. The 
little woman, refusing their demands, told the boys where to get off, and they 

They are throwing down judgeships, by resignations, in North Carolina 
every few days. The changes are quite frequent. The latest is the resig- 
nation of Judge Dunn, and the appointment of his successor Judge Nunn, of 
New Bern. The call to the practice and the commercial world seems irre- 

Virginia now has a Byrd for Governor. People around Kings Mountain 
could very easily believe that the Raleigh News & Observer used the pic- 
ture of one of her distinguished citizens, William A. Ridenhour, to pictorial- 
ly show how the new governor looks. 

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Editor The Uplift: 

Some one, I know not who, has been sending me The Uplift for about 
two years, and I want to say that this weekly journal is too good to be 
sent out and receiving nothing. I notice the price is two dollars the year 
in advance 

I am enclosing you my check for $4.00 for last year and this year 
(1926), and when my time is out send me notice and I will forward you 
check — there is more good reading matter in The Uplift than any paper 
I get. 
(Statesville, N. C.) Yours very truly, 

N. B. Mills. 



By Old Hurrygraph. 

Confessions of a Cynic. 

I don't understand all this muss 
about evolution, and I don't care "a 
tinker 's dime ' ' who sprang from 
monkies, and who didn 't. 

I believe poets are born and not 
made, but I often wonder why. 

I believe a street ear conductor, or 
bus driver, has it on a column con- 
ductor, because these two conductors 
can leave their cars at night and go 
home and forget it. 

I notice that most of the friends 
from the old home town call up 
about lunch time, I wonder "how 
come. ' ' I am convinced that a diplo- 
ma from a school of journalism makes 
a newspaper man, when it is aug- 
mented by fifteen years of practical 

I meet very few interesting people, 
because very few coincide with my 
ideas on various subjects. 

I love to work, but not in a miserly 
way. I never try to take it away 
from other people. 

February is the shortest month in 
the year, when people eat less that 
month than any other, yet it has 
four red letter days, and more im- 
portant events than most of the 
longer months. In February are the 
birth day of Washington and Lincoln ; 
Saint Valentine's day; and Ground 
Hog day. Patriotism, sentiment and 
superstition mingled to a remarkable 
degree. We revere the natal days of 
the two great Americans. Instinc- 
lively we look out the first thing 
on the morning of the second day of 
February to see whether or not the 

ground hog will see his shadow. Some 
times the old tradition works, and 
sometimes it doesn't. But I never 
did believe the Lord entrusted the 
ruling of the weather to such an in- 
significant little quadruped as a 
ground hog. Some people do ; so I 
let them revel in their superstition, 
if it gives them pleasure. It does 
me no harm. Then on the 14th we 
fall in love and send missives, and 
some get the comic ones that make 
them fretful. 

This Sunday two weeks is the' day 
set apart to commemorate the good 
Saint Valentine, the man of great 
love. The day is one when senti- 
ment in this age runs riot. When 
the bashful use missives to express 
their tender feeling for one distinct 
object; when the wicked, who never 
cease from troubling, use the occasion 
as a cloak for their petty animosities 
and spites. But Saint A'alentine's 
day is a day of love. The lesson of 
this particular anniversary day is the 
lesson of love — the big love — love 
for the unhappy and the weak, and 
the down trodden. Love that gives 
us tender sympathies and broader un- 
derstanding. Love that has the pow- 
er to help spiritually, and to shape 
things and which will bring from the 
ashes of grief and sacrifice a beau- 
tiful flame of unselfishness to light 
the way ahead for those coming af- 
ter, just as a beacon from afar 
guides a ship home. Never before 
in the history of the world has hu- 
manity been so poignantly the link 
between the dead and the great un- 



born. The dead cry to us to carry 
ob the things for which they died — 
to complete the sacrifice which they 
began ; and the unborn challenge 
our hearts by the eknowledge that 
our sowing shall be their reaping — 
tears or rejoicings — just as we plant 
with despair or hope. When the 
harvest is over with us, we of this 
generation, if we have sown in faith, 
love and hope, will find the sheaves 
thick and stately to our hands, and 
the Master of life's field will say, 
•'well done, thou good and faithful 

So many persons worry over things 
that ''might happen" and many of 
them often don't. It is running down 
the road to meet old "Man Trouble,'' 
whereas if you had remained at 
home he would have gone the other 
fork of the road and passed you by 
without even a ''Howdy-do." The 
person who faces facts as they are 
and makes the best of circumstances 
is the successful one. By ignoring 
facts that are distasteful, or think- 
ing or saying they are distasteful — 
a so-called optimist — will get one no- 
where. If you are handed a lemon, 
don't suck it and say il is sweet, 
because you think it is your duty to 
do so, but get some hot water and 
sugar and make it into a lemonade; 
or in other words, make the best of 
things as you find them. 

Everybody in Durham, or who has 
been here for any length of time, 
knows Raleigh Floyd. He has been 
blind from his youth up. But he is 
a genius, lie goes where he pleas- 
es, without guide or hindrance. He 
turns his hand to any sort of work. 

As a piano tuner he is an expert. 
He writes on a typewriter when he 
wants to. Sometime ago he was tun- 
ing a piano in the home of John A. 
Dennis. Some one in the home, not 
thinking for the moment, suggested 
that the lights be turned on, as it 
would help him. "No, thanks," 
said Raleigh, "the light and the 
darkness are all the same to me. 1 
can see in one as Avell as in the oth- 

People who work in banks say that 
the money they handle from 9 o'clock 
in the morning until 3 in the after- 
noon never seems quite the same to 
them as the money they receive in 
a little envelope bearing their name. 
Never having had any experience 
"inside the cage" — and very little 
outside — it is difficult to appreciate 
an attitude. But it's simply human 
nature to attach a minimum of sig- 
nificance to those things with which 
we are most familiar, and Avhich 
play a constant role in our lives. It 
is doubtful if the diamond cutter sees 
anything besides the stone he is work- 
nig on; or the goldsmith anything 
but the possibilites of the piece of 
metal on which he is engaged. The 
intrinsic value, the wealth repre- 
sented by the diamond and the gold, 
are not considered. 

There is no telling just what we 
shall see and hear in the years to 
come. Radio is one of the latest, 
wonderful tilings. A learned pro- 
fessor in one of our big institutions 
gives it as his opinion that the broad- 
casting of heat by radio is only a 
matter of years. The president of 
a heating engineers society believes 



that "if is no more improbable to 
broadcast heat waves than it Avas to 
broadcast sound waves." The prob- 
lem of sending* heat to consumers via 
the air is now the problem of re- 
search men and laboratory workers. 
If this gets to be workable and satis- 
factory those who are squabbling 
over the coal strike will have nothing 
on the American people. After all 
it does look like the good Lord will 
provide and be ' 'an ever present help 
in time of need. ' ' The time may 
come when Ave can sit back in our 
comfortable homes and have nearly 
all of our Avants supplied through 
the air. Don't believe it? Well, a 
great many other things have come 
to pass you didn't believe in. 

Do not forget that every news- 
paper treasures up in its memory the 
name of its friends, and likewise its 
enemies. It seldom, if ever, OA T er- 
looks the opportunity to assist the 
former, but never goes out of its 
way to boast the latter. Human na- 
ture is much the same everywhere. 
People who show the newspaper man 
a kindness never make a better in- 
vestment, or one that more surely 
pays them a hundred fold sooner or 
later. As has been truly said, "there 
comes a time in the life of every man 
Avhen a word said or unsaid by a 
newspaper either makes or unmakes 
the individual mentioned. ' ' It 's a 
poor fool that don't know it. 

Does G-od love all his children, or does he love only his obedient and 
dutiful children, while his wayward and disobedient children are beyond 
the reach of his father heart? The editor of the Methodist Recorder 
got an ( answer to this question through the leadership of his little child. 
How often do little children lead us! Listen to his story: "There was a 
little tap at our door ,at ten forty-five last night, as we sat by the fire 
reading peacefully, and a little voice was heard that said: 'I want to 
come in.' It was my little daughter awakened by the barking of the 
neighbor's dog, who had left her bed and come to see what we were doing, 
though oftentimes forbidden so to act. She climbed on to ?ny knee, and 
put her fat little arms around my neck, and said, 'I do love you, daddums, 
dear.' 'And I love you,' I said, 'when you're a good girl; but you're 
not a good girl when you come downstairs like this. ' And then she wound 
her arms still tighter round me, gave me a lot of kisses, and then said, 
'But I love you, daddums, even when you're vewwy naughty.' And then I 
hugged her very tight, to prove that I too loved her, though she had 
transgressed a f amiy law ; and . ever since I have been hoping that she 
will forget my ill-advised remark. Of course I love her, even when she's 
naughty, even as the heavenly Father, whom I try to copy, loves me 
spite of all my waywardness and folly, and loves me most — if 'most' be 
there ,a possible word — when I deserve it least. I should not deserve 
the name of 'father' if I loved my children only when they are good. 
I hope she will forget my words. ' ' — Christian Advocate. 




Interview in News & Observer. 

How does it feel to hold within 
your hand a human life? 

How does it feel to know that 
your recommendation on an appeal 
for clemency will almost surely 
mean either life, with all the rose- 
ate possibilities life holds for one 
condemned to die — or death? 

How does it feel to experience 
within your consciousness the battle 
of conflicting' emotions : the great, 
surging sympathy all normal men 
experience in the presence of suffer- 
ing, and death, and pleas for sym- 
pathy and help and mercy; and on 
the other hand, your duty to the 
State upholds its laws — laws which, 
in some instances, demand the death 

A man is convicted of a capital 
Crime. He is sentenced to die. An 
appeal to the Supreme Court of the 
State is lost. As a final, desperate 
hope, he appeals for executive clem- 
ency. Possibly he has been convict- 
ed largely upon circumstantial evi- 
dence ; almost certainly a wife and 
innocent children, or a mother — 
heart-broken, but still faithful — 
come with upraised, pleading eyes 
to beg for mercy. 

On the other hand, out yonder in 
some little cemetery, perhaps, lies to the Governor. 

the victim of the condemned man's " I appreciate now, " continued Mr. 

crime. And always there stands the Sink, "what Governor McLean meant 
figure of justice — stern, even hand- when he said he wanted a man for 

many times such situations? 

H. Hoyle Snik has told the As- 
sociated Press something of how he 
feels about his task as Commission- 
er of Pardons. 

True enough, the Legislature gave 
the Pardon Commissioner no final 
power. His only duty is to investi- 
gate, analyze, and recommend. 
Final action in all cases of appeal 
lies with the Govenor. 

Governor Has Always Agreed. 

But since Mr. Sink took office 
nearly a year ago, the Governor has 
never failed to follow his recom- 
mendation. Or rather, as Mr. Sink 
phrased it, ' ' the Governor and I have 
never disagreed. ' ' The commission- 
er knows, therefore, that his recom- 
mendation, in all probability, will be 
followed by the Executive. 

' ' And I feel even more responsible, 
said Mr. Sink, ' ' for the very reason 
that I am given no authority by the 
Legislature. I know that someone 
else is depending upon me for a 
recommendation as a basis for his 
action. I am not acting for my- 
self, with the responsibility resting 
finally on my shoulders, hence I 
feel even more keenly my respon- 
sibility in making recommendations 

ed — demanding a penalty for the vio- 
lation of the law and for the blow 
in the dignity of the State. 

How does it feel to be Pardon 
Commissioner of North Carolina, 
and to lace, not once, but many, 

Commissioner of Pardon whom he 
could consider as his alter ego." 

But Mr. Sink's' job is not confined 
to recommendations in appeal for 
clemency in capital cases. All ap- 
peals for clemency, from capital 



convictions down to the man sen- 
tenced to a few weeks on the coun- 
ty roads, come to his office of investi- 
gation, decision and recommendation 
to the Governor. 

. The Most Difficult Case. 

And strangely enough the hardest 
case he has ever had to decide was 
not in a capital case. He described 
it thus : 

"In a little mountain community 
in the western part of the State 
there is a man whom I have pic- 
tured, from any information about 
the case, as the community money- 
lender. There is such a man in 
every community. There is another 
man in the same community, a young 
man, poor as can be, uneducated, 
but considered a good citizen. He 
has given a chattel mortgage on a 
log to the money-lender. 

' ' Time comes for payment, and 
the money-lender, without due pro- 
ceess of law, seizes the animal, and 
starts to his own home with it. On 
the way, he passes a church where 
a community meeting of some sort 
is in progress. 

"Outside the church are the owner 
others. The wife attempts to take 
the hog away from the money-lender. 
He knocks her down. Three shots are 
fired, and the money-lender lies 

' ' Who fired the fatal shot has never 
been conclusively proved to my mind. 
The presumption was that the hus- 
band of the woman did. I would 
probably have done the same thing, 
under the circumstances — any other 
man would. But it was murder. 

' ' The man was tried, convicted, and 
sentenced to serve a long term in 
State prison. That was several years 

The Women and Children Suffer. 

' ' Since I came into office, the wife 
and four children came to see me. 
The children, bright ^looking little 
chaps, were ragged, every one of 
them, but clean — clean eyed and clean 
of body. You could see they had 
character back of them. 

"The^y made their ple/a quietly, 
without a lot of fuss and emotion. 
I told the woman I was sorry, but 
that I saw no way I could help her, 
unless new evidence was presented. 
She took my answer and left the 
office, without breaking down, with- 
out abusing me, as some women do. 

' ' Sometime later, I went out into 
the corridor, and there the five were. 
One here, one there, faces buried in 
their hands, quietly sobbing. When 
they got out of my office, privately, 
they gave vent to their emotions. 

' ' That stirred my sympathy. It al- 
ways does to see women and chil- 
dren suffer for a crime they are in- 
nocent of. 

" ' I would not recommend a parole 
for the man, because of my sym- 
pathy, but I did allow my sympathy 
to prompt me to make a very thor- 
ough investigation. 

"I became convinced that there 
was serious doubt of the man 's guilt. 
I found he had made an excellent 
prisoner. That man ate Christmas 
dinner at home ! ' ' 

Sees All In Death Row. 

That was the hardest case in which 
the commissioner has had to decide 
upon a recommendation. But he 
dreads to hear of a murder anywhere 
in the State, for he knows that, if 
conviction follows, the case will al- 
most certainly reach his office. 
Xearly every capital conviction final- 
ly does come to the pardon eonunis- 



sioner's office "with an appeal to exec- 
utive clemency. 

And the commissioner personally 
,sees and talks with every man before 
he is alloAved to die. 

' ' When I hear of a conviction in 
a capital crime, I cannot say I am 
sorry. For I believe in capital pun- 
ishment. But there does pass over 
me a certain shudder. For the case 
is pretty likely to come to the Gov- 
ernor sooner or later. 

But however seriously the pardon 
commissioner may take his duties 
while he is at his office, he forgets 
them when he leaA*es. 

"I made up my mind, when I came 
here, that this job Avould break doAvn 
the strongest njan in North Sarolina, 
if he took the worries and responsi- 
bilities of the office home with him — 
if he lived with them 24 hours a day. 
And, by using every particle of will 
power I possess, I have been able, as 
a rule to forget them when I leave 
the office and go home. There has 
been one or two cases that I have 
lived with, day and night, but with 
those exceptions, 1 have been able 
to leave the job when I leave the 

Not Hardened By Experience. 

The commissioner was asked if he 
round that his sympathies played 
havoc with him at times. If his sym- 
pathies indicated one course of ac- 
tion, and his duly seemed to lie in 
the opposite direction; or if his task 
tended to harden him. 

"No, I have not lost my sym- 
pathies,' ' lie replied. ' ' I hope 1 
never shall. And, as I have said, 1 
sometimes allow my sympathies to 
lead me to make investigations 1 
might not otherwise. But 1 have 

seen so much suffering that I have 
learned not to let my sympathies 
bet in the way of my being of serv- 

"I have seen a famine in China, 
I was in a disasterous earthquake" in 
Japan a few years ago, I have been 
shipwrecked at sea. And I have 
seen death and suffering and disaster 
on other occasions, and have learned 
that if you give way to your emo- 
tions you lose your opportunity for 
usefulness. ' ' 

When the pardon commissioner 
has an appeal under consideration, 
he goes about making his investiga- 
tions in various ways. Sometimes he 
goes to the sheriff of the county for 
information, sometimes the county 
welfare officer, sometimes some pri- 
vate individual in the community he 
knows to be of outstanding integrity 
and veracity, and thus gets a local 
slant on the case. He studies the 
court records carefully. And some- 
times he »oes himself to the scene of 
the crime and conviction for a per- 
sonal investigation. 

Filed Rules of Officer. 

At the time of a trial of any con- 
siderable consequence, he reads the 
newspaper accounts very closely, 
and he has found that a retentive 
memory serves him in good stead in 
the task he is engaged upon. 

"It is rare that a case of any con- 
sequence comes to my attention that 
I am not familiar with at least the 
main facts. 

hi appeals I'm 1 paroles, the record 
of a prisoner, since his incarcera- 
tion, generally has a great deal to do 
with shaping the final recommenda- 
tion made in the case. 

"This office lias just two fixed 



rules. It will not recommend clem- 
ency for a man convicted and sen- 
tenced to die for a capital offense, 
who has previously had h is sentence 
commuted. This, of course, does not 
apply where new evidence is discov- 
ered. And it has no disposition to 
help a prisoner who has escaped, or 
tried to escape. 

"And when one man is paroled, 
one condition always imposed is 
that the prisoner shall secure em- 
ployment. Each of employment is 
considered sufficient reason for re- 
voking' a parole." 

Idleness at Base of Crime. 

In this connection, Mr. Sink ex- 
plained that idleness was at the 
base of a large share of the law 
breaking in the state, he had found. 

The men who are most to be 
trusted in the State Prison, his ex- 
perience has shown him, are those 
convicted of murder. And the major 
portion of those serving sentences 
for murder had never previously 
been indicted. In fact, a larger per- 
centage of murders are serving their 
first terms than any other class of 

On the contrary, those serving 
time for larceny deserve the least 
confidence. When a man under sen- 
tence for larceny comes up for a 
parole, his record and character are 
scrutinized very carefully, before 
his appeal is given favorable action, 
Mr. Sink stated. 

Since the office of pardon com- 
missioner was created by the last 
legislature, quite a number of tem- 
porary paroles have been granted. 
This usually occurs in the case of a 
death or a serious illness in a prison- 
er's family. 

In most instances these prisoners 
are allowed to go to their homes, 
on their honor — without guard or 
bond. And not one has failed to 
return. Some of them, too, 'have 
had long sentences hanging over 
their heads, but they always come 
back to finish serving their time. 

The commissioner told of one in- 
stance where a young chap was 
given such a parole, and returned 
12 hours ahead of time. He feared 
otherwise, he explained, that he 
might miss a train connection and 
be late. 

His Finest Piece of Work. 

The finest piece of work the com- 
missioner has clone since he has 
been in office, in his opinion, was 
in connection with the Stewart case. 
C. W. and Elmer Stuart, father and 
son, were convicted of the murder 
of two prohibition officers, on cir- 
cumstantial evidence. They were 
sentenced to die. The case attract- 
ed widespread attention at the time, 
and appeared to have given both 
Mr. Sink and Governor McLean con- 
siderable worry. It was Mr. Sink's 
first capital case. 

The murderers were condemned to 
die on Friday. On Tuesday, Mr. 
Sink secured the confession of both 
father and son. Thus justice could 
take its course, and any fear that 
two innocent men were being made 
to suffer was removed. 

Statistical Records. 

During the first eight months of 
his tenure of office, the commission- 
er handled a total of 1275 cases — 
an average of about fiive a day. Two 
hundred twenty paroles were grant- 
ed, and 44 men were given tem- 
porary paroles. There were eight 



pardons, 15 respites, and in 11 eases 
the sentences of prisoners were com- 
muted 'to lesser punishment. Six- 
teen paroles were revoked during 
the period. 

The office also makes a strong ef- 
fort to keep in close touch with 
prisoners paroled. The first of this 
year, the commissioner's office sent 
a letter to the welfare superinten- 
dents of all the counties in the State, 
requesting detailed reports of prison- 
ers paroled. As a result of these re- 
ports, some paroles are going to be 
revoked shortly, the commissioner in- 

Benevolent societies and individ- 
uals, however well meaning, would 
better serve the eases in which they 
are interested and society by ren- 
dering their assistance to the fam- 
ilies of prisoners themselves, Mr. Sink 
believes. The prisoners, he explain- 
ed, have evrything they actually need, 
as a vv\<', whereas their families — 
entirely innocent — frequently suffer 
and are in want of actual necessities, 

in this connection, his experience 

has led him to feel that, in instances 
of poverty, where the trial judge so 
recommends, the state should pro- 
vide an allowance for families of 
prisoners, in return for the labor in 
prison of the breadwinner of the 

Only Stats Having Office. 

The very hardest cases to pass 
upon, he repeated, are those where 
the prisoner undoubtedly is guilty, 
but where it is equally certain that 
his incarceration means dire want 
for innocent women and children. 

The office of pardon commissioner 
in North Carolina is unique. Not 
another state in the union, investi- 
gation has shown, handles its pardon 
and cases of appeals for clemency 
quite like North Carolina. In most 
of the states pardon boards act, 
either independently of" ' ^ + -h the 
approval of the'C koi^iMaryland 
and West Virginia' ' have systems 
most closely resembling that in this 
state, hut in those states, even, part 
of the responsibility and duties of 
the office are performed by boards. 

Money does not make the wheels go around. Money is only the score 
of the management's ability. A corporation is nothing of itself — it may 
oe of any size hut it can never have more brains than the total of the 
brains put into it. Business success gets down to men and ideas. Men 
are not born full grown. Neither are corporations. 

Few powers in this world have been more exaggerated than the pov/er 
of money. — Samuel Crowther. 




By James Hay, Jr.. 

Let us here and now reveal certain 
indisputable facts for the instruc- 
tion, lifting up and improving of 
those who, for some muddy and mys- 
terious reason, prolong the patrio- 
tism, that he is not a community 
builder and that lie is inferior to the 

Let us accomplish, the laudable 
business by considering what the Jew 
has done for the South. 

Let us review matters pertinent to 
the subject as set forth in "The South 
in the Building of the Nation," a 
history in twelve enlighten volumes 
which should be in the library of 
every Southerner who pretends to 
know hi a r ive land. 

Our (iiu^;.. Iv-'t the Jew in 

the South has. -covered so much terri- 
tory, gone so fast and topped so many 
spires on the tower of our fame that, 
with our limited space, we can touch 
only the biggest personages in this 
story of unsullied patriotism, brill- 
iant statesmanship and distinguished 
service — this story of the Southern 


Two Virginia Jews accompanied 
Washington in his expedition across 
the Alleghanies in 1754. A Char- 
leston Jew was a commissioned offi- 
cer in the war with the Cherokees in 
1760 and 1761. 

Francis Salvador, a Jew, was one 
of the most liberal money-givers and 
most influential planners for the 
Revolutionary cause in South Caro- 
lina. A member of the first and sec- 
ond provincial congresses, he was also 

in Asheville Citizen. 
in the first General Assembly of 
South Carolina, and died from wounds 
received in a battle with Indian al- 
lies of the British. 

Such Virginians as Authur Lee, 
Theodore Bland, Eden Randolph and 
John F. Mercer in the Revolutionary 
struggle were given unlimited sup- 
plies and money by Hayman Salo- 
mon, the Philadelphia Jew, whose 
liberality to the colonists without 
. hope of or wish for repayment 
astounded and compelled the admira- 
tion of all the leaders. 

Judah Touro, the wealthy New 
Orleans merchant, entered the ranks 
as a private soldier during the de- 
fense of his city and fought under 
Andrew Jackson until laid low by 

A Charleston Jew made the big- 
gest money contribution ever recei- 
ved by the Confederacy. Jewish 
women made the first contribution in 
reply ' to the surgeon-general 'g ap- 
peal. Jew served the Confederacy in 
the noles of attorney-general, secre- 
tary of war, secretary of state, its 
first quartermaster-general. 

It is on official record that 2,000 
Jews took the field for the South, and 
it is certain that the number would 
be larger if the official lists had 
been more accurately kept. If the 
lews had given to the Confederacy 
nobody but Judah P. Benjamin thier 
contribution would stand today as of 
incalculable worth. He was the 
most intimate friend and most in- 
fluential adviser of Jefferson Davis. 

His abiilty as a lawyer, diplomat 
and financier, says Mr .Pierce But- 



ier, "gave him a greater share in 
directing the destines of the South 
than fell to any other man, save the 
President alone. ' ' 

It was a Southern Jew who drafted 
the first Australian ballot law ever 
adopted in the United States. 

A Jew founded the indigo indus- 
try in South Carolina. A Jew in- 
troduced vineyarding into Georgia 
and a Jew started the silk industry 
in the same colony. 

A Jew founded and built the first 
city of Montgomery Alabama, and 
built the first cotton gin inthat State. 
A Jew colonized 5,000 people in Tex- 
as and a Jew led the movement to 
make resources of that State known 
to the rest of the country. 

In 1809 Issac Harby, a Jew, was 
educating in his school many of the 
boys of Cbarlestown, and latei a, 
Jewess did the same for its young 
ladies. Iv. Maryland and Georgia 
both before the civi] war it was a 
Jew who was most framed as a suc- 
cessful and beloved physician. 

In philanthropy, from New Orleans 
lo Baltimore, the Jew has been an 
ornament to the South, giving to 
many other 1 causes than his own 
and never allowing tin 1 unfortunate 
of his race to be charges on the 


Most of the Jews Avho came to 
the South in the early days and 
from whom the great body of South- 
ern Jews is descended, were origin- 
ally from Portugal and Spain. 
They were a noble people, highly- 
cultured, proud, taking prominent 
ir; the social life of the colonies, 
particulars in such cities as Charles- 
ton and Savannah. They were men 
and women "whose ancestors had 
banqueted with soverigns and held 
the purse strings of kings." 

From time that a Jew acted as 
interprerter for Governor Archdale 
of South Carolina in 1695 to the 
present day, the Jews have held 
high office in government, state and 
national. In every war the South 
has fought, in best literature, arts 
pioneering and professions, the Jews 
have added to the glory of their 
long established fame and hers. 

When our dolts and dunderheads 
undertake to belittle them, the re- 
sult is as sickening as it is absurd 
The Jew remembers Josephus at the 
defense of Jotapata. He Akiba, who 
defied the Roman Turnus Rufus. He 
is the son of Maimonides and Men- 
delssohn. His ideas and his achieve- 
ments have enriched and. ennobled 
the South. 

Mrs. Jones — Be careful walking over the floors, they have just been 
oiled and polished. 

Iceman — Oh, don't be alarmed. I've got sharp nails on my shoes. I 
won't slip. — Boys' Life. 




By Lucy Cherry Crisp. 

Much has heen written and more 
has been said concerning the toils and 
tribulations that constantly beset the 
life of a country doctor. And it is be- 
cause of this manifold toil and tribu- 
lation that the time Avill come, and 
that very soon, when there shall be 
no more counti'y doctors, their place 
in the scheme of modern existence 
having" been filled by expert special- 
ists in their highly efficient hospi- 

To say that the life of a country 
doctor is one of great hardship is to 
tell but half the story, for as he 
makes his rounds from patient to 
patient, listening to their heart beats 
and ministering to their needs, un- 
consciously the doctor is taking the 
pulse of his community — he feels its 
tragic heartbreak, knows its deepest 
joys, sympathizes with its weakness, 
laughs at its idiosyncrasies, and 
comes at the last to find in his own 
life the joy of a man who knows and 
is a part of such things. 

I had always believed that this 
was true, but my belief was strength- 
ened into absolute conviction when I 
talked for a while with a man who 
for more than a quarter of a century 
has traveled the roads of Pitt coun- 
ty to bring to the sick and suffering 
country folk the minister of healing. 

Thirty-six years ago a young man 
from Pitt county was graduated from 
the Medical School of the University 
of Maryland. Returning to his na- 
tive state, Dr. Jenness Morrill began 
his practice of medicine in Farmville, 

a few miles away from his old home. 
After one year in Farmville, he mov- 
ed over to Falkland, a little village 
in the same county, and here it is 
that he has lived ever since and faith- 
fully folloAved his calling among a 
wide circle of people to whom he has 
come to be not only physician but 
friend. As we talked one evening 
recently, he told me of some of the 
experiences that come back to him 
most vividly as he reviews the 36 
years of his practice. 

' ' There are some things that I can 
never foi'get," he said, "some of 
them exceedingly funny, some of them 
exceedingly sad. I remember quite 
distinctly one night when I came 
very near losing my life on my way 
to see a patient. Tar River was up 
and out of it banks, and I was called 
to come to a woman who was very 
ill across the river. I drove my 
horse and buggy as far as I could, 
and then the woman's husband took 
me in a boat and Ave paddled doAvn 
the road throng the Ioav grounds, and 
on across the swift current. In the 
Ioav grounds on the other side the 
canoe suddenly lodged on a stump, 
and for a long while Ave worked at 
it, expecting at any moment to lie 
dropped down into the deep water. 
We finally dislodged the boat and 
came safely to land, but I promised 
myself then that never again would 
I attempt such a trip at night, and 
needless to say, I didn't come home 
until morning. ' ' 

As I Avas considering the perils of 



a doctor "s life, the Doctor suddenly 
began to laugh. 

"One of the funniest things that 
ever occurred in all my practice was 
the time when Tilly had the colic," 
he said. "And that was the time 
when I fully tested the theory of the 
power of suggestion. One cold, rainy 
night comebody came and said that 
1 was wanted at Mr. Tilly's, that he 
was in a terrible fix and that his 
folks all thought he was dying. So 
got in my buggy and drove six miles 
through the rain. When T reached 
the house, I heard the man groaning 
before I had tied my horse, and lie 
certainly sounded as if he were in 
the last stages of something,I couldn't 
imagine what. Tilly was a huge man, 
about six feet three and when I en- 
tered the room he was lying across 
a child's crib, groaning and swear- 
ing and praying with every breath, 
his feet and arms swinging tnd 
writhing out in space. It was a 
most ludicrous picture, though the 
man was evidently very ill. 

' ' Finding that the pain was located 
in his stomach, I immediately decid- 
ed that a hypodermis of morphine 
was the only thing for such pain 
as that, so I told his wife to heat 
some water as quckly as possible, 
then reached in my pocket for my 
hypodermic needle — to find that I had 
left it at home. For a moment I 
was utterly at a loss — six miles from 
home, the rain pouring in torrents, 
and the man in agony here before 
me. Then a suddent thought came. 
I hade been reading an article that 
day concernig the use of the power 
of suggestion, and 1 thought 'well, 
it's a long chance, but I'll take it.' 
I took I'riiiii my medical case a little 

bottle of glycerine, dropped it in 
the water Mrs. Tilly had heated, and 
bared that part of the man's anatomy 
in which the pain was located. Then 
T said, 'Mr. Tilly, I'm going to try 
a new treatment for that pain ; it 's 
something that was just discovered 
for cases like this, and I'll be will- 
ing to bet my last copper you'll be 
feeling all right in ten minutes. ' Then 
I poured some the hot glycerine on 
his stomach and began to rub, talking 
as I rubbed. 

' ' After a few minutes I began to 
suggest that he was feeling better, 
and he agreed with me, so I continued 
to rub and to make the hot applica- 
tions, keeping up an encouraging line 
of talk all the time. In ten minutes 
Tilly was out of the crib declaring the 
pain was absolutely gone, while I 
was practically speechless at the 
marvelous success of my treatment. 

' ' •' What 's your bill, Doc, ' asked 
Tilly, and I told him I guesssd five 
dollars would be about right. 

' ' Well, that 's one five dollars I cer- 
tainly don't mind giving away,' he 
said, in token of his gratitude for the 
wonderful relief. 

"After I was in my buggy, he came 
to the door and called me back. 

' ' ' Say, Doc, ' he said, ' I wish you 'd 
leave me a bottle of that damn stuff. 
I might have that pain again." 

"Wish as straight a face as I could 
command, I told him I was sorry but 
I'd used the last drop in the bottle." 
Little Nigger Caught On a Fish Hook. 

There have been other cases in Dr. 
Morrill's experience, however, that 
reequired more than psychological 
treatment. One of these was the lit- 
tle negro boy who proved himself, 
as we say it in slang, a 'poor, poor 



fish.' One day as the doctor sat in 
his office there appeared an irate 
negro man with his two poung sons, 
eight and twelve years of age. Tom, 
the younger of the two, had a string 
hanging from his mouth, while Will, 
the older, was of very sad counten- 
ance. The father angrily told the 
story of how the boys had ''played 
lak dey wus fishing," with 8om the 
fish and Will the expert fisherman. 
The hook was baited with corn 
bread, and when Will dropped it be- 
fort him, Tom, a willing "fish," 
caught the bread, hook and all, in 
his mouth, and Avhen the line pulled 
tight the hook was embedded in his 
tongue and Will had made his 
"catch." With the help of the 
angry and frightened father, the doc- 
tor was able to remove the hook from 
its resting place in the tongue of 
the suffering little black fish. 
An Emergency Operator 
Another case requiring emergency 
methods was that of Simon Hopkins 
the negro man avIio imbibed too free- 
ly of the so-called "Christmas 
spirits'" and as a result lost tor a 
time his power of thought and, inci- 
dentally, a part of one arm. Simon 
lighted a big cannon cracker, and 
waving it in his hand, gave a loud 
cheer for Christmas. When the 
smoke cleared away, his companions 
saw that Simon "s hand v. as gone 
and that he was bleeding profusely. 
The doctor, upon his arrival, realized 
that part of the arm must be ampu- 
tated and bandaged immediately, or 
Simon would die from loss of blood 
but he had brought with him only ;i 
little hand ease containing a few 
small instruments, and, fortunately 
some chloroform. Calling for a com- 

mon hand saAv, the Doctor handed 
the chloroform to Tony Sharpe, who 
had imbibed almost as freely as Si- 
mon of the fiery spirits, and directed 
him how to administer the anaesthet- 
ic. And there, with a hand sav T a-; 
chief instrument and drunken Tony to 
give the anaesthetic, the- Doctor per- 
formed an emergency operation of 
which and surgeon might have been 
proud for Simon appear in Falkland 
soon afterwards with an arm that stir 
geons, in the strange and wonderful 
language of their tribe, would term 
' ' a beautf ul stump. 

It was not often that the Doctor had 
to resort to such methods, however 
for whenever possible he took his sur- 
gical cases to the nearest hospital for 
the necessary operation and treat- 

Back in the early days of his prac- 
tice the ambulances in which these pa- 
tients rode for 25 or 30 mile were 
wagons drawn by horses or mules — 
and Pitt county roads had not then 
known the smothing influence of the 
modern hard-surfacing. 

"There has been a complete revo- 
lution in everything medical," said 
Dr. Morrill, as he told of the methods 
of 35 years ago. "I remember that 
when I was in college there was a 
great discussion as to what the new 
diphtheria antitoxin might eventually 
prove to be. Fifty per cent of the 
diphtheria cases at that time were 
fatal. When I began to practice, I 
had to roll my own pills; I usually 
made up a thousand at a time — and 
the majority of them were what Ave 
called anti-bilious pills, made of calo- 
mel and blue mass. There wei'e no 
compressed tablets, and hypodermic 
tablets were absolutelv unknoAvn." 



The experience gained in those ear- 
ly days of pill rolling proved valuable 
later on, for there came now and then 
a case for which the doctor was com- 
pelled to make his own medicine. Of 
two of those he spoke, each one a 
vivid dance into the inner life of a 
race with which the Southern coun- 
try doctor is frequently called upon 
to deal. 

Pizened By His Sweetheart. 

The first of the two was Joe, the 
man whose sweetheart had ''pizen- 
ed ' ' him. 

"One morning as I sat at break- 
fast," said the Doctor as he began 
the story of Joe, "I had a call to 
come to the office at once. T found 
there a negro man who was evidently 
in great distress of mind and soul 
and body. Great beads of sAveat 
stood out on his face and hands: he 
moaned and rocked to and fro, and at 
intervals stuck out his tongue, much 
as a snake might do. 'Lnwd, Doc- 
tor, or suppin fer me quick,' he be- 
gan as he saw me come in; 'I'm dy- 
in' I knows I'm dyin'. After a 
time I was able to get some quieting 
medicine in him, and then lie was 
able to tell his trouble. 'I's pizen- 
ed, Doctor, May Liza she pizened me 
kase she saw me wid ernudder gal.' 
'Well, what did she poison you with?' 
I asked. 'Wid defiE dust, Doctor, rat- 
tlesnake deff dust. 1 bought sum nv 
it dere in dat tin can fer you ter 
See, hut don't touch none of it, Doc- 
tor, kase it 's presunt deff. I got 
drunk an' went ter sleep, an' May Li- 
za she crep in dere an' sprinkle it 
all on rle bed. Do suppen fer me, 
Doctor, or I'm sho gwine ter die.' 
I looked into the can, and there sure 
enough were the unmistakable re- 

mains of a snake, burned to a crisp 
and powdered. Realizing the state 
of the man, I decided on my treat- 
ment. Giving him another dose of 
the quieting medicine, I said, 'Now, 
Joe, you're not going to die. I've 
always heard that the thing to do for 
snake poisoning is to take a dose of 
this medicine, and if that doesn't 
make you feel entirely well again, to 
take a knife and slit the end of your 
tongue, so all the poison can come 
out; they say that's Avhere a snake's 
poison always is, in the fork of his 
tongue. Now this medicine will fix 
you all right, I think, but if it doesn't 
you come back tomorrow and I'll slit 
your tongue for you.' The next day 
Joe appeared, grinning, to say that 
he was all right, and didn't need 
to have his tongue slit. He left the 
community soon afterwards, howev- 
er, fearful lest another such experi- 
ence should overtake him." 

Sam Was Sessed Of The Devil. 

And then there was the case of 
Sam the man who was "sessed uv a 
devil." For two weeks a revival 
had been going on among the colored 
brethren of the community, and Sam 
had been attending "riggl'er" every 

"He's a good man," said Sam's 
employer, meeting the doctor at the 
gate, "and I hope you can do some- 
thing for John, who was having a 
spell for last 24 hours, and it takes 
live men to hold him down." 

The Doctor found him lying on the 
lloor with live strong men- around him. 

"Turn him loose," said the Doc- 

"Lawdy, Doc, he'll bust his brains 
out if we does dat," they answered. 

"Let his bust 'em," the Doctor 


said and they did as they were told. 
Then the Doctor questioned Sam: 

"What's the matter, Sam?" 

" ' pray for me, Doe, please pray 
for me, f er I 's sessed uv a devil, dat 's 
what 's de matter, I 's sessed uv a dev- 
il. " 

Then the Doctor, realizing that the 
trouble with Sam Avas religious hys- 
teria, began to deal with him accord- 
ingly. He gave him something to 
make him sleep, and then began to 

"Now, Sam, I'm going to pray for 
you, all right, and know something 
that will drive that devil out of you. 
You just see if I don't get him out 
and that in a very short time. ' ' 

As he talked, he was heating a 
piece of wire. Suddenly he picked up 
the wire, and bending over his patient 
quickly burned a cross in the middle 
of Sam's chest. 

"The treament worked," 'the Doc- 
tor said. "I had burned the devil 
out of Same and he was satined 
again. ' ' 

There are other cases that have in 
them no trace of the humorous and 
these, too, the Doctor recalls as he 
reviews the years of his practice. 
Sat Up All Night With The Dead. 

"I shall never forget the death of 
Mrs. Burns, ' ' said Dr. Morrill, as he 
talked of the tragedy hide of a coun- 
try doctor 's life. ' ' She was young, 
and a fine woman, and the mother of 
a ten-day-old baby, when she was 

taken ill with pneumonia. I was call- 
el to see her, and went back on the 
second day to find her alone in the 
house with her baby. Her husband. 
she said Avas drunk and had left 
home. She kneAv that she Avas goin 
to die, and asked me if I Avould sit 
by her and hold her hand until the 
end came, for she hated to die en- 
tirely alone. I did as she requested, 
and after the end had come, I closed 
her eyes, Avrapped her up, and sat by 
her corpse until morning. The mem- 
ory of that night has often come 
back to me ; it is one of those experi- 
ences that Ave do not forget. I have, 
of course, seen many deaths, yet only 
in a very few instances have I seen 
death claim one unAvilling to go. It 
seems that there almost always comes 
a certain resignation before the end.'' 
' ' I have been looking 0A r er old rec- 
ords, " the Doctor continued, "and 
I find that in my 30 years of prac- 
tice I have prescribed more than a 
quarter of a million times ; ridden 
more than half a million miles visit- 
ing patients ; I have been the first 
person ever to shake hands Avith 1,- 
400 brand-neAv Pitt county citizens. ' ' 
And yet, in the face of all these 
things, there still are those Avho pity 
the country doctors. They Avaste 
their pity, for in spite of all their 
toil and tribulation, there comes to 
these men a fullness of life that 
could not be found elseAvhere. 


The Uplift continues to furnish tip top matter to its readers. It is a 
wholesome and helpful publication to have in the home. — Charity and 





By Laura 

Who does not know what baseball 
is — oi football! But cricket — well, 
someone may say, "Oh, that's an 
English game." Right. And there 
are ''hits" in it and "rang and 
cheering and just as much noise and 
pride when "Our side wins" there, 
as here. And the hero of a game is 
jxis-j as much of a hero in England as 
in America. 

John Coleridge Patteson was one 
of the Eton eleven. No one expected 
very much of him before the game, 
but afterwards they went wild over 
and elected him captain. "Why, 
without Coley it would have been 
all up with us," every fellow knew. 

Then came the banquet; eats, 
songs, yells, stories. Not always had 
these been nice songs, not always 
clean stories. This night the new 
captain, Cpley, had something to say. 

"Fellows, thank you tor the honor 
you have given me. Now let's have 
tun. but it must be clean tun, - if 
anyone starts any other kind of a 
song or a story I'll have nothing more 
to do with this." 

He looked as if he meant it, though 
it was hard thing for a boy to stay 
to boys. Perhaps he was only trying 
put some goody-goody stuff over them. 
Well, it was an honor to be captain 
of the Eton eleven, and no man in 
his senses would really think of los- 
ing it. Let 's see ! 

So one of the usual old songs was 
begun. Instantly Coleridge Patteson 
was on his feet. "If that doesn't 
stop, 1 shall leave the room." The 
song went on and Patteson, the cap- 
tain, rose quietly and the door closed 

Wade Rice. 

behind him before the fellows quite 
understood that he had really gone. 
Not much real fun in the rest of the 
banquet — but no more of that sort 
of songs. 

To their amazement they learned 
next morning; that their captain's 
resignation "was in." They gather- 
ed in little knots. "He's right," 
every man owned. "-Say, we want 
him, we need him. Why, if he goes 
this way, nobody Ti have spunk 
enough to win next year." 

They crowded into his room, 
apologies were made and under Co- 
ley Patteson Eton won next year's 
contest with Harrow. 

But under Cole} r Patteson Eton 
won more than a cricket game. Nev- 
er since then has the annual school 
banquet gone back to its old low le- 
vels. A new heroism was that night 
given to the boys which the school 
keeps to this day. 

What became of Coley? One day 
a boat drifted away from South Sea 
island. Iij it lay a quiet body 
pierced with five arrows. Five na- 
tives had been stolen by white men, 
and the black men sought revenge on 
anyone they could find with a white 
skin. Now at the spoton shore where 
a missionary had landed and fallen 
there rises a beautiful cross which 
faces the sea. It was erected by the 
native people for whom he lived and 
died, and bears these words: 

''In memory of 

John Coleridge Patteson, D.D. 

Missionary Bishop 

Whose life was here taken bv men 



for whom he would have gladly given 

Between the days of the boy 
cricketer and the man missionary 
stretched hours of study and years 
of preparation for the lifework he 
Lad. chosen to do for his Master. 
Brave deeds, loving acts and great 
kindness was the record he left be- 
hind him written on the hearts of 

dark-skinned people whom he found 
heathen and left Christians. But one 
wonders if ever he was more of a 
hero than he was that night, a boy 
among boys, one boy alone aganist 
the custom of years when he quietly 
risked popularity and a position of 
honor by standing up for eleaness and 
the right. 


By Rev. F. Swindell Love. 

Solomon, thinking for the good of thoughts conveyed to our minds 

the people was an entirely different from day to day, here and there, 

person from Solomon, the husband through the things we hear , the 

of a great company of women gath- things Ave see, the things we read, 

ered from the ends of the earth, There is no more obvious law than 

women Avho were strangers to the this. Each hour of the day the 

ideals of Israel. In the first atti- character of every man and woman 

tude he is a man of wisdom ready to is being subtly formed by the 

serve the people; in the last he things that enter into their minds. 

would rob the nation to gratify his 

vanity and his lust. Solomon in Frivolous reading, frivolous music, 

one of his serious moments made frivolous pictures, frivolous occupa- 

the very obvious statement that as tions, all produce frivolous minds, 

a man thinketh so is he. The character of every individual 

Paul, the Apostle of Jesus, was is formed largely by the nature of 

a wiser and better man than Solo- the home and the community in which 

mon. Paul saw the truth more he lives. A selfish ungodly, uncultured 

clearly and offered it to the church community will produce a generally 

at Philippi as the law of growth. selfish, ungodly and uncultured citi- 

Chersh'i the thought of whatever is 
true, whatever wins respect, what- 
ever is just, whatever is lovable, 
whatever is of good repute. For 
thoughts are the basis and essence 
of character. 


Every man is the product of those 
subtle forces dominating the life 
and spirit of the community in 
which he lives. I am anxious for 
us to answer to ourselves the meas- 
ure of our community contribution 
to the character building of our 

The words that got ouft of oiv> 

mouths to-day are but the thoughts future citizens. 

we put into our minds yesterday. < 

All of our thinking is the result of What are we offering to the boys 

impressions made upon our minds by and girls in our homes ? "What kind 



of art? Is it the type that Ave get 
on a calendar advertising' Coca-Cola 
or Smokeless powder? I have seen 
the room of a college boy lined with 
pictures of chorus girls and found 
homes where the only expression of 
art was the cover of some sorry mag- 

What is the character of music 
that is heard in your home? Your 
victrola will bring you the best of 
the worst. It will play with equal 
readiness the great productions of 
Beethoven or the latest preversion 
in the form of jazz. 

What are the books in your home ? 
What papers and magazines are be- 
ing read? Have you a place in your 
home for books and selecting them 
in a way to get the highest in values 
for your children? 

What is the atmosphere of that 
home? No child can escape so inti- 
mate an association and, though in 
future years he may rise above it, 
there will ever be the pull of it rob- 
bing him of something he might have 

Recognizing these things Paul 
was saying to these Philippians, 
bathe your life in the finest things; 
have constantly in your presence 
those things that elevate in char- 
acter and lure to such thinking as 
will make a richer life. Philippi 
offered many diversions and evi- 
dently some of Paul's members were 
not reflected credit on the church. 

In art and music, in books and 
in friends Ave build the atmosphere 
that is to make or mar life. Some 
of these may not be possible for 
your home, but, some certainly are 
and the dividends in life will be such 

as never came from factory, bank 
o; store. 

As a man I must accept my heri- 
tage in blood, for about that I haA'e 
had no A r oice; but u0 man can force 
me to liA T e in an impoA'erished 
esthetic, moral and spiritual atmos- 
phere. For the first God Avill not 
hold me responsible, but the second 
is my business and my answer is 
in the man I present to the AA"orld. 

Life is changed by its associations. 
We may have no natural love for 
great music but that loA T e can be 
aroused by association with the best 
music only. 

We may haA T e naturally no joy 
in the presence of the beautiful and 
the loA'ely, but Ave can by liA'ing in 
the presence of the beautiful come 
to hate all things that are crude 
and ugly. 

Perhaps Ave have never liked to 
read and a good book is a difficult 
thing for us to get or enjoy, but fol- 
loAving the thoughts of men who 
haA 7 e said things that should live 
Ave will come at last to loA T e their 
creations and rejoice in their com- 

But there is another phase of 
this call that I am most anxious 
for us to see. Not only are we to 
build behind the doors of our 
homes an atmosphere that will make 
for the best in manhood and char- 
acter but Ave should offer this to 
the community. 

We need to recognize that we can 
neA'er rise far aboA^e the emdron- 
ment in which we live. Our task 
is to make such for our children 
that they may not lose that Avhich 
Ave offer them in our homes. 



As a community we are scarcely 
able to bring to us the great artists 
and it would not be easy to gel 
often the great literary and nation- 
leaders, but we can lift from, us 
the shame that rests upon nearly 
every small southern city, its pover- 
ty in books and reading. 

In Elizabeth City there are bun 
drods or. homes where the money 
to buy books cannot be had. There 
is a larger munber where they 
would not be able to select reading 

foi' their children, and more still 
where the parents are not willing 
to give the time to the supervision 
of the reading of the children. Can 
we answer this with a library that 
will put books wisely selected, in 
the reach of every child in our 
town .' In no way can we give a 
more appreciative hearing to the 
exhortation of the Apostle. In no 
way can we do a finer thing for the 
town, we live in and believe in. 
Elizabeth City Independent 

"I tried eighteen people before I could find one who knew the design 
of the North Carolina State flag," said James F. Hatch, "and the nine- 
teenth man proved the exception to the rule. He knew it. I was asked 
to make a design for a fellow who wanted to use the North Carolina 
State flag in connection with the United States flag. Not being sure of 
the dates on our State flag myself, I began to make inquiry. The situation 
became interesting when, one after another, all the far those I asked 
got was to scratch their heads. It worried me all nght and I could not 
sleep. Monday morning, however, I found the nineteenth man. He 
swore if I quoted him he wouldn't tell me. I promised and swore; then 
he told me— Ah! April 12, 1776 and May 20, 1775! " Mr. Hatch said that 
two who failed to give him the desired information were ex- State offi- 
cials and one was a former school teacher. "I believe it would be a 
good thing, ' ' he said, ' ' for our folks to give the State flag at least the 
once over. School teachers might try teaching its lettering to the kid- 
dies. — News & Observer. 




By Clyde Bristow. 

The boys were all glad to receive 
a hair cut last week. 

Prof. Crook's room received a set 
of new books recently. 

All the fire extingivishers have been 
refilled during the past week. 

The sewing room received five bolts 
of cloth last Saturday afternoon. 

Some of the boys have been cut- 
ting wood in the past few days. 

The road from the eleventh cottage 
to the Dairy barn is under constru- 

There were several rainy days 
last week. The work force went to 
the cottages. 

The boys are learning to sing some 
of the hymns from the new books 
that we received not long ago. 

Letter writing day came around 
last Aveek, and all the boys were glad 
to write a letter to their home folks. 

Howard Riggs, Richard Meekins, 
Wm. Beard, Robert Ward and Wm. 
Johnson received an honorable parole 
last week. 

Capt. T. L. Grier and a number of 
the larger boys have been building a 
stone wall in front of the Roth 
building to keep the water, gravel, and 
dirt from washing down in front of 

the building. The building is lower 
than the level of the road. Mr. Grier 
has also been repairing the road near 
this building. 

The barn force hauled gravel from 
the gravel pit last week. They have 
also been hauling the stone that is 
being used for -the construction of 
the stone wall in front of the print 

Alwyn Shinn, Judge Brooks, and 
Ralph Martin former boys at the J. 
T. S. visited the institution last 

David Seagle, Roy Houser, and 
David Queen have been given a posi- 
tion in the Laundry. Queen fires 
the boiler in the evening section. 

The boys in Mr. Johnson's room 
are putting all their spare time into 
studying Geography. The boys are 
getting ready for the contest in 

Stanley Armstrong, a member of 
the second cottage and also a member 
of the print shop, received his parole 
and left for Greensboro to work in a 
printing office there, last Monday 

A year ago last Christmas the boys 
from Greensboro were all treated to 
a nice little Christmas gift that would 
last through the whole year, it was, 
to give each boy from Greensboro a 
subscription to the Greensboro News, 
which was eertainly a very nice gift, 



but the papers would not always 
come, for the subscription would give 
out some time, and when the sub- 
scriptions gave out during Christmas 
week, all that was done, was, Mr. 
York, the Boys' Commissioner in 
Greensboro wrote the officials at the 
institution to get the names of every 
boy frou Greensboro here. He stat- 
ed in the letter that he was going 
to give each boy a subscription to the 
paper. Pretty soon after he receiv- 
ed the names of the boys a bundle of 
papers reached the institution when 
the mailman came around, and there 
were the papers for the different boys. 
It certainly was a very nice Christ- 
mas gift, and if some of the other 
towns would follow suit, the boys at 
the institution would soon have 
plenty of papers coming to them. We 
certainly do thank Mr. York for his 
great kindness in doing this very 
nice thing for the boys, for all the 
boys like to know what is happening 
in their home town. 

Rev. Mr. Hansel, of Concord, came 
to the school last Sunday afternoon, 
bringing with him, Doctor Harding, 
Davidson College, who conducted the 
religious services iu ih-i auditorium. 
His selected Scripture reading was 
from the thirteenth and fourteenth 
chapters of Judges. His sermon was 

mostly about the life of Sampson. 
He told how Sampson married a 
heathen woman, how Sampson told 
her where his strength lay. She cut 
off his hair when he was asleep, and 
the waiting Philistines put out his 
eyes with red hot irons) and cast 
him into prison. He was made to 
work at the girindisg m01. ' When the 
time for the feast came the Phili- 
stines asked for him to be brought 
up for them to make sport of. He 
was brought up from the prison led 
by a lad. The Philistines were in 
the temple worshiping their god Da- 
gon for delivering into their hands 
Sampson, their enemy. Sampson 
said to the lad that was leading him : 
' ' Suffer me that I may feel the 
pillars whereupon the house standeth 
that I may lean upon them." The 
lad led him to these pillars. And 
then Sampson called upon God say- 
ing : "0 Lord God, remember me, 
I pray thee, only this once, God. 
that I may be at once avenged of the 
Philistines for my two eyes. ' ' Samp- 
son then put his arms around the two 
pillars and 'bowed himself with all 
his strength' The temple crashed in 
"so the dead which he slew at his 
death were more than they which he 
slew in his life." Doctor preach- 
ed a very interesting sermon. It was 
enjoyed by everyone present. 


Room No. 1 

Herbert Apple, Edwin Crenshaw, 
Howard Cloaninger, Bill Case, Hyram 
Grier, Edwyn Greene, Herman Good- 
man, George Howard, Bazel Johnson, 
Floyd Matthews, William Miller, Lee 

McBride, Bill Odum Whitlock Prid- 
gen, Louie Pait, Washington Pickett, 
Roy Reetor, Howard Riggs, Delmas 
Robertson, John Seagle, Zeb Trexler, 
Cucell Watkins, Rob Ward, Mack 
Wentz, Graham York, Valton Lee, 
Irvin Cooper, Albert Garrison, Wil- 



ton Terry, Douglas Williams and Jas. 
Me. Daniel. 


David Brown, Claude Evans, Bro- 
cbie Flowers, Frank Hill, John 
Keenan, Howard Keller, Chas. Log- 
gins, Richard Meekins, Ralph Martin, 
Clyde Petterson, Clyde Pierce, Bill 
Smith, Frank Stone, Archie Waddel, 
Aubrey Weaver, Issac Anderson, 
Paul Camp, Herman Cook, Russell 
Capps, David Driver, Gordon Ellis, 
Paul Petipher, Brantley Pridgen, 
Richard Petipher, Donald Pait, Don- 
ald Scroggs, Geo. Stanley and Newton 

Room. Nc. 2 

Bill Billings, Jno. Boyd, Clyde 
Brown, Andrew Bivens, Olie Bred- 
gers, Harold Crary, Alton Etheridge, 
Clinton Floyd, Britt Gatlin, Car- 
lysle Hardy, Henry Jackson, Roy 
Johnson, Alfred Mayberry, Sol. 
Thompson, Earl Wade, Jas. Long, 
Luther Mason, Lummie McGhee, Ray- 
mond Richards, Glenn Walker, Robt. 
Whitt, Olen Williams! and Ehvood 


Chai. Almond, Bruce Bennett'; 
Vance Cook, ('has. Carter, Paul Ed- 
wards, Jno. Hurley, Ralph Leather- 
wood, Jethro Mills, Cebren MeCon- 
nell, Milton Mashlmrn, Troy Norris 
Garland Rice, Alfred Stanley, Sylvo 
Smith, Jno. Wilson, Dena Brown, 
Lerry Carlton, Otis Dime, Jennings 
Freeman, Byron Ford, Clifton Hed- 
l'ick, Carlton Elager, Paul Lanier, 
Jeff Letterman, Went on Matthews. 
Geo. MeCone, Clarence Miynard, Bill 
Risin, -(esse Ross, Fonzo Wiles and 

Fred Williams. 

Room Wo. 3 

Sam Poplin, Russell Caudill, John 
Creech, Joe Johnston, Hunter Cline, 
Felix Moore, Don Nethernt, Ralph 
Hollars and Clawston Johnston. 
Room No. 4 

Calvin Hensley, Walter Culler, 
Paul Sisk, Clarence Hendley, Jack 
Stevenson, Bowling Byrd, Langford 
Hewitt, Elias Warren, Lester Camp- 
bell, John Watts .and John Tomaisin. 

Everett Cavenaugh, Ralph Wright, 
Elmer Pickett, Al Pettigrew, Wood- 
row Kivett, William Dunlap, Chas. 
Murphy, Jack Thompson, Louis Plea- 
sant, Roy Glover, Edward Futch, 
Robert Dean, and Broncho Owens. 
Room No. 5 

Earl Torrence, Theodore Coleman, 
Robt. Cooper, George Bristow, Jno. 
D. Sprinkle, Paid Sapp, Elbert Stans- 
berry, Hazel Robins, Leonard Miller, 
Hal lie Bradley, Lee King, Willie 
Shaw, Fessie Massey, Howard Rid- 
dle, Gerney Taylor, Earl Edwards, 
Andrew Parker, Chas. Taut, Earl 
Mayfleld, Eldon Dehart, Bennie 
Moore, Wendall Ramsey, Aaron Da- 
vis Herbert Campbell, Arnold Cecil 
Amos Ramsey and Chas. Beaver. 

Waldo Moore, Emmitt Levy, Allen 
Cabe, Robt. Chatten, Eddie Lee Ber- 
don Reggie Payne,- Robt. Hayes, 
Bill' Goss, Robt. Sprinkle, Myron 
Tomison, Sam Ellis Chas Carter and 
Ben Cook. . ; .t 


A days work on the 

When a railroad system extends for 8,000 miles 
across eleven states and employs 60,000 work- 
ers, it does a big days work. 
Here are the figures of an average day on the 
Southern Railway System: 

Trains operated 1,270 

Passengers carried 50,000 

Carload of freight loaded on 
our lines and received from 

other railroads 8,000 

Ton-miles produced 32,000,000 

Tons of coal burned in loco- 
motives 14,000 

Wages paid $220,000 

Material purchased $135,000 

It takes management^ and discipline, and 
a fine spirit of cooperation throughout 
the organization, to do this work day aft- 
er day, and maintain the standards of 
service that the South expects from the 



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No. 11 



* If every person would adopt and strictly practice 

* the rule of not saying anything derogatory to oth- 

* ers, only when truth and justice positively require 
facts to be told, there would soon be an era of good 
feeding and a joyous atmosphere of peace over ev- 
ery community, church, school and family. The 
tale bearer and the gossip monger are more of a 
curse to a community than the small-pox and scar- 
let fever. The latter can be quarantined, but who 
can coral the former? The good book tells us where 
they get their start of fire from. — Old Hurrygraph, 







RAMBLING AROUND Old Hurry graph 8 

"DRUMS" James Hay, Jr. 10 



(Health Bulletin) 13 


Uthai Vincent Wilcox, In Holland's Magazine 19 




"YOUNG MEN AND MAIDENS" Dr. J. W. Holland 28 


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Death and the grave, so far as earthly matters go, level all. But in funeral 
services there is a wide difference in their conduct — even among the same 
cledominational practices. 

We have grown up with the well-defined belief that funerals are largely 
for the benefit of the living, using incidently the life, career and character of 
the subject to drive home the lessons of warning, hope and encouragement to 
the living to continue steadfast in righteous efforts, or, perchance, a modest 
exortation to mend our ways. 

The Uplift has attended several funerals of late, and it saw a number of 
people that had probably not been in church for a year or more ; it has also 
attended some funerals that the subject of the funeral occassion was not 
mentioned, either in a brief obituary or even directly referred to in address 
or prayer. Again, we have attended funerals where the other extreme was 
too painfully emphasized.. The point 'we have in mind that there is in the 
life of every person some one thing that merits a recognition, which if point- 
ed out may leave an impression for good on some of the audience, even on 
those who seldom darken a church door. 

We need to recognize in a serious and thoughtful manner that none of us 
are wholly good and none of us are wholly bad. A Virginia preacher some 
years ago, recognizing the truth of the relative goodness and badness among 


men, came to preach the funeral docourse* at the burial of an individual who 
bore not a savory reputation, and after reading a short statement as to birth, 
date of death etc., the preacher remarked that the subject of this funeral 
occasion had "the reputation of being a good whistler.'' It is recorded 
that that simple observation brought a whole family to a realization of the 
unworthy and empty life it was leading and which was led to change their 
habits and became useful citizens in their community to society and the church. 
A few days ago a respected citizen, one who had made a good fight, J. 
LaFayette Stafford, passed away at his home in Cabarrus. This notice ap- 
peared in the Charlotte Observer: 

J. LaFayette Stafford, one of the most prominent citizens of Cabarrus 
county, died Monday morning, at 5 o'clock, at the home of his son, Zeb 
Stafford, at Harrisburg, his death terminating an illness of several years ' 

Mr. Stafford was 86 years old and is survived by four children, Zeb and 
James Stafford; Mrs. Sam Cochrane and Mrs. Aaron Quay, all living in 

Mr. Stafford made a notable record as a Confederate soldier, having 
entered the war at the beginning and serving throughout. He was wound- 
ed in battle under circumstances he was fond of relating. 

He carried a Testament in his breast pocket. The bullet that wound- 
ed him struck this Testament and Avas deflected from a direct course to 
his heart into an arm which he carried in crippled condition the balance 
of his life. 

Mr. Stafford was in times past active in county affairs and was uni- 
versally regarded as a man of sterling character. His death is regarded 
as a loss to the citizenship of Cabarrus." 

These facts in the life of a christian man, who had lived in a community 
for eighty-six years, would tempt The Uplift to preach a funeral discourse 
that would reach the hearts of a number who had forgotten or never realized 
their duties as citizens and probably strengthened those who had made a 
pass at fine citizenship. 

Funerals ought to reach the living. It is not necessary to call out the 
Avhole synodical force to bury an individual, or hold the people two hours, 
but too many inspiring facts are bing buried with the dead. Let them stand 
out for the inspiration of the living. 

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There are some very fine bankers up on the Western North Carolina rail- 
road. There is one in particular that has an outstanding record for thirty 


years, that is the length of his service as president of one bank. During all 
these years his fine knowledge of character and trustworthines of his clients 
has made a wonderful record, nearly one hundred percentum. 

In thirty years he has lost just eighty-seven dollras by customers. One 
merchant made an honest failure, and in the wind-up he lost by him thirty- 
seven dollars; the other fifty dollars was lost by a bank examiner, who bor- 
rowed fifty dollars, saying "I'll send you a check for it." He didn't send 
the check. That habit of the high financing of the certain bank-examiner 
was successfully tried out on other banks. That's the tale, anyway. 

No doubt that there are other bankers, who can boast of records approxi- 
mately as good, and maybe better, but it speaks well for not only the banks 
and bank officials but is a high compliment to the integrity of the general run 
of our citizenship. 


Elsewhere in this number The Uplift carries an article of considerable 
interest taken from the State Health Bulletin. It concerns death statistics 
in North Carolina for the year 1924. 

It is a distressing situation in a community where a person lies sick unto 
death, unattended by physician or nurse. Yet over the state in 1924 there 
were 5,515 such cases. 

We all knoAv that the doctor with average practice does an immense 
amount of charitable services, often making personal sacrifices and even 
foregoing for the time a service to a good-pay case in order to appease his 
own milk of human kindness. 

With all the machinery that has been legislated into law, it should not 
be necessary for a person to die unattended by medical service. Of course 
there yet prevails at points in the state certain ones that employ "users," 
superstitious ideas, quacks and grannies; but the 5,515 are not all in the 

It might be alleged that neighbors should respond and give assistance and 
furnish as a neighborly act medical service for the sick poor in their neighbor- 
hood. This is often done. Neighbors have undergone expense and great 
inconvenience in providing for wounded individuals, sick persons in want 
even providing for the payment of the fee for a service in cases of the twi- 
ligh zone. This should not be necessary, except in extreme and sudden cas- 


es, for the state has set up machinery, as the public understands, that in- 
cludes a medical service to attend to such cases. The public contributes, by 
way oftaxes, the salaries for a number of people in each county who are 
qualified to render such service. We take it that the state did not have in 
mind the setting up of a "statistical bureau alone, but had in mind also pro- 
viding a service in cases such as we have mentioned. 

The County Welfare departments and the Health departments, with the 
physician and nurses and stenographers, in the several counties, ought 
to be able to handle the situation without a record of 16 1-2 per cent, of 
its deaths unattended by medical service. If the law does not cover this 
service, it should be made so even to enlarging the force. 

Somebody in authority ought to be charged with and qualified to render 
the duty of saying where and when this public medical service is clue. This 
is necessary to avoid impositions on the tax payers who provide the service, 
and to prevent the too frequent misunderstandings the public has as to what 
the responsibilities and duties of the departments of welfare and health 


' ' Because the State Salary and Wage Commission made rules requiring 
them to do some of the work they are paid by the taxpayers of North Caro- 
lina to do, work-shirkers in the State departments at Raleigh are seeking to 
discredit the Commission by claiming that it is unpatriotic. It wants them, 
they say, to desecrate certain legal holidays by working. 

The work-shirkers object and call on the tax payers to aid them in resist- 
ing the disloyal decree of the Commission — to uphold them in theih patri- 
otic resolve not to work when any possible excuse offers for not working. 
Shall they desecrate a ''legal holiday'' by working for the State instead of 
honoring it by playing golf, or going hunting or to the movies? No, never — 
at least not so long as they can delude such well-meaning men as Representa- 
tive Neal with their fake claim. 

And it is a palpable fake which a recital of the facts at once exposes. 
The Legislature, at the suggestion of Governor McLean, investigated and 
found that gross inequalities in the pay and working conditions of State 
employes prevailed in the various departments. One department was giv- 
ing more holidays than another and paying its employees more or less than 


men and women doing the same work in another department were receiv- 

This condition cried out for reform and so the Legislature created the 
Salary and Wage Commission to provide equal pay and working conditions. 
The Commission got busy and found a surprising state of affairs. Employes 
generally, it appeared, were enjoying twelve legal holidays; twelve vacation, 
half holidays on Saturday, and unlimited "sick leave" — besides the fifty or 
fifty-two Sundays of a year." — Editorial Asheville Citizen. 

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Within fifty miles of Concord a classified teacher, recently, got herself 
into a dilemma. Enamored by the lip-stick, short-skirt habits that seem to 
have taken possession of some thoughtless and motherly-neglected girls, this 
teacher fell victim. Soon her pupils began pulling out their equipment for 
disfiguring, while on duty, and the teacher was helpless in stopping the dis- 
gusting practice. 

But when that certified teacher, certification her only qualification, found 
her shoe untied, she realized at once her own foolishness. "Her skirts were 
too short and too tight to give her leverage enough to relace her shoe — 
She had to call 'on a snickering boy in her room to tie her shoe. If her 
dilemma teaches that school teacher a. lesson, It will result in a reflected 
good in that alleged modern system of a graded school. 

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We had hoped to take the first dinner served at Hotel Stephen Cabarrus, 
but we will have to defer that joy until that hotel is conceived and built. 
Not to be disappointed The Uplift will content itself and be satisfied to take 
the first dinner served by the unhistorically baptised "Hotel Concord." 



By Old Hurrygraph. 

' ' Tho old hen sat in. a leafless tree 

and said: 'Nobody cares for me, 
My food is what I find about, I don't 

for it till I'm frazzled out; 
My owner says I do not pay, and that 

I ought to sing and laj 7 ; 
1 wish he had to sit out here and live 

on pickin's all the year, 
I. '11 bet a half a cent, by jing, he 

wouldn't lay from now till spring'." 

As they have tried electric lights 
and music on cows and found that it 
has a wonderful effect of making them 
give more milk, I suggest that the 
poultry people try electric lights on 
their, hens and see if that will not 
make them lay more eggs. If that 
will not work, put in a phonograph 
and give them music. If that will n,ot 
operate satisfactorily put a radio in 
the henhouse and try them with the 
aii sounds. If the music and mess- 
ages will not have the desired effect, 
if is pretty certain that the static will 
stir them up to the increased poultry 
duties of the henhouse household 
family affairs. 

By way of adding a little more 
seasoning to our fancies let those of 
us who believe that "God created 
the heavens and the earth," under 
which, and on which we "live and 
move and have our being," turn for 
a. moment to the newly chartered 
"American Association for the Ad- 
vancement of Atheism," Their firsl 
application for a charter was refus- 
ed by a Supreme court justice of 
New York state, because it was sel 
forth in the petition that one of the 

purposes of the organization was to 
' ' abolish belief in God. '.' This was 
left out of the one that won success. 
But the idea is there just the same. 
Advancing atheism — which is unbe- 
lief in the existence of God, or a 
Supreme Being — is nothing more less 
than abolishing belief in God. In 
other words, these belief abolishnists, 
for the present, are going to allow 
God to rule and direct His own 
creation as He has done from the 
beginning; and will continue to do 
long after the dust of every member 
of this cult is helping to carry out 
God's plan with more success, than 
when it was animated with the spirit 
of disbelief. After all, the asso- 
ciation may serve a useful purpose 
in its misguided aims. It may move 
those who do believe in God to keep 
their belief a trifle more forward 
and give atheists fewer opportunities 
to attack that belief. 

1 see where a westerner had a 
strenous time in New York. He 
spent a week in a hotel in that city. 
He tipped the, boy who carried in 
his grip; then tipped the elevator 
man; then the water boy; then the 
chambermaid; then the head waiter 
who ushered him into the dining 
room; then the Avaiter took his order. 
Ho paid the hat girl a dime for his 
hat three times a day after meals; he 
tipped the bell boy who brought him 
a paper; the barber who shaved him; 
the shrine artist who gave a lick and 
a promise to his shoes; the boy help- 
ed hini put on his coat, and handed 
him his hat; and the doorman who 



called a taxi for him. He wound up 
by tipping the scales and found he 
had lost five pounds. He said he 
knew the world was "tipping" up 
on one side. 

All sorts of pretexts are given for 
divorces these days. I see out in 
Indiana a man is suing- his wife for 
a divorce because she did not make 
the coffee strong- enough. I should 
.judge that he would not have 
sufficient "grounds" for divorce on 
this plea. In Michigan a woman is 
suing for divorce because her hus- 
band wouldn't hold hands. She's en- 
titled to it A man who wouldn't 
hold a woman's hand is a subject for 
a bughouse. Self protection, you 
know, is the first la,w of nature, but 
this boob actually seems to welcome 
a biff in the eye. 

A New York lawyer tells this inter- 
esting incident: "The other day I 
asked my stenographer to call up the 
Internal Revernue office. After look" 
ing for a few minutes in the direct- 
ory, she reported that the name was 
not listed in the telephone book. I 
told her to look under 'IT. S.' After 
looking again for a few minutes she 
reported that it was not listed under 
that name. I asked her to hand me 
the telephone directory, and I point- 
ed out that the name was listed." 
She replied: "Oh, I thought you said 
'Eternal' Revenue office." She 
must be a prophetic girl. 

Too much talk, thinks Judge El- 
bert H. Gary, is responsible for most 
failures in life. "The average man 
talks too much, "he said in address- 
ing a group of university students. 

"especially if he has a good com- 
mand of language. It is well to let 
the other man talk half of the time." 
Judge Gary gave many other excell- 
ent precepts for success and speci- 
fied many other preventatives for 
failure, but it was all sterotyped 
stuff — except that the average man 
talks too much. And how true it 
is. The "blower" rarely is any- 
thing to anybody — except himself — 
and the man who can listen as well 
as talk is a valued friend. Besides, 
when one is talking one is not listeni 
ing, and when one is not listening, 
oe is noj learning. Obviously the 
successful man should listen more 
than he speaks and thus .lump on the 
other fellow. 

Have you ever observed a man or 
a woman walking along the street at 
night, and in the daytime, as to that 
matter, looking in windows the 
while? As you watch them notice 
that the clothing store and the de- 
partment store windows attract the 
woman like a magnet. Usually the 
man — possibly having visions of first - 
of-the-month bills — isn't keen to ex- 
amine the displays. Regarding fur- 
niture he is a little less reluctant. 
Good furniture suggests comfort and 
he is willing to inspect. But there 
is one kind of window display that 
invariably gets the attention of both 
men and wonien. It is that featur- 
ed by modern groceries. Food, at- 
tractively displayed, invariably re- 
ceives attention. Its appeal i- 
primitive, human. Every one is in- 
terested in it, and every one enjoys 
looking at it, provided it is well pre- 
sented. I like to look at it myself: 
and what is better enjoy eating it. 






By James Hay, Jr. 

One of the beloved and deathless 
myths skipping lightly from mouth 
to mouth all over America is the tale 
that, while the youth of the families 
of average means may sometimes be 
guilty of slight misconduct, the 
young people of the rich fairly wal- 
low in dissipations, beclouding their 
minds and wrecking their physiques. 

The idea is that rich youngsters, 
because they are rich, are unable to 
behave themselves. 

Nothing could be emore misleading. 
The young of the rich families take 
the best care of themselves. Hav- 
ing the money to pay for the costum- 
ing and equipment of all manner of 
outdoor sport, they go in for it. To 
be proficient in it, they frequently 
practice faithfully, diet scientifically 
and deny themselves all softening 

The rich youth knows how to sail 
a yacht or an ice-boat. He has his 
polo ponies and plays a hard-riding, 
hard-hitting game. He belongs to 
country clubs and plays golf. He 
can afford to travel anywhere he 
chooses to attend tournaments. He 
is keen on his physical fitness and on 
the excellence of his "form." 

He lias a withering contempt for 
the rich boy who, letting money go 
to his head, makes an ass of himself, 
gets unpleasantly into the newspapers 
and the police courts and so gives 
occasional excuse for the oftold story 
that the children of the plutocrats are 
invariably like him. 

And the sons of families of aver- 

age or skimpy means? Their idea of 
a rousing good time is twenty-five- 
cent poker in a hot, stuffy, smoke- 
choked room, the session lasting from 
eight p. m. until two a. m. ; and, by 
way of adding to the festiveness of 
the event, they lug in home-made beer 
or corn liquor and delight in the idea 
of breaking the law. 

There are, of course, exceptions to 
both statements, but, in the long run, 
it is a certainty that the rich youth 
leads a healthier and more vigorous 
life than the poorer brother. The 
rich youth does this because he can 
afford it, and because there is no 
greater attraction for clean-minded 
and strong-muscled youth than the 
rush and contest of big outdoor 

But there is always some excuse 
for a fallacy or provocation for a 
myth. The masses of today are so 
distrustful of the morals of the rich 
youth because, perhaps, a hundred 
and fifty years ago, and more recent- 
ly than that, the gilded lad cut a wide 
.swathe in forbidden meadows and 
had his tongue in his cheek when he 
did it. 

In fact, he hung up such a record 
for gambling, guzzling and other 
gumptionless pastimes that the poor 
believe now that reform of his kind 
is sheer impossibility. 

How brazenly and brutally he 
kicked the ten commandments to 
smithereens is excellently told in 
James Boyd's "Drums" in that 
part in which the author describes 
the life of the London youth in the 



clubs. After a perusal of these chap- 
ters, the reader is not surprised that 
in the cosmic consciousness of the 
race lingers a picture of wealthy 
youth irreverent, dissolute and de- 

' ' Drums, ' ' by the way, is the best 
novel that has come out of North 
Carolina or from the pen of a North 
Carolinian. James Boyd, its author, 
now a resident of Southern Pines 
and on the sunny side of forty, has 
put into it an authentic and gripping 
picture of the North Carolina and 
London of Revolutionary times. 

Along with that he has told a lively 
and moving stroy. Located chiefly 
in the Piedmont and Edenton, the 
characters take the reader through 
every phase of the existence of those 

How men traveled, taught school, 
danced, drank, traveled, put up at 
far from luxurious inns, took their 
politics seriously, loved and fought — 
it is all there, a narrative that catch- 
es up the reader and carries him 
spellbound from the start to the 
finish of the book. 

John Galsworthy, on a tour of this 
country, stopped for a few days at 

Southern Pines, and while there he 
met young Boyd who had sold a few 
short stories but was still doubt- 
ful that he had in him the makings 
of an author. 

Galsworthy insisted on reading 
some of his stuff and, as a result, 
advised him to write more. Return- 
ing to New York, the English author 
told a publisher: "Watch James 
Boyd! He's going to arrive." 

Boyd was born in Pennsylvania, 
but his ancestors had come from 
North Carolina, and when he was 
thirteen he was back in this State. 
He went to Princeton. Ambitious to 
write, he decided that he did not 
know enough about the work to make 
a start, and by way of education took 
a job in a publishing house. 

Then came the war and Boyd 's in- 
jured health. He returned to North 
Carolina, got completely well, and, 
steeped in the tradition and lore of 
the State, finally produced • ' Drums, ' ' 
which was immediately hailed by the 
critics as a work of art and one of 
the best "first" novels of the time, 

Incidentally, it is a novel that ev- 
ery North Carolinion should read, for 
its entertainment and its history. 


A sign "Boy Wanted" was placed one morning in a shop window. 
During the day twelve boys applied to the shopkeeper for the job before 
he found one to suit him. 

"Do you love to sweep and dust?" he asked the number twelve, as 
he had asked the eleven who came before him. 

"No, sir, I do not," answered the boy with a straightforward smile. 

"All right, then," said the storekeeper, "the job's yours. You're the 
only one that will tell the truth. The rest of them said they just loved it 
and if they'll lie about one thing to get a job, they'll lie about another 
to keep it." 




The Citizen. 

Time was when debating societies 
at a college — there were generally 
two of them — were regarded as im- 
portant educational adjuncts and 
their meetings were well attended. 
The society halls rang with oratory 
and nearly all students who hoped 
to become lawyers or distinguished 
public speakers considered debating 
as essential training. 

Now we learn from The Tar Heel 
that at the University of North Caro- 
lina conditions have changed, as they 
have at most other colleges — the de- 
bating societies are languishing and 
have scant reason for existence. 
They are neglected by the great mass 
of students and the weekly debates 
are perfunctory affairs. 

The Tar Heel mentions the matter 
incidentially and so gives no reason 
why debate has failed, but others 
volunteer to name contributing caus- 
es — college politics, competition of 
other activities, a lower grade, of 
students than in the old days, and 
then finally the suggestion that de- 
bate, as inculcated by the socities, 
is out of date. Correct, this last, 
we think — it is the real reason. 

The old-fashioned debate has faded 
out of fashion elsewhere than in 
college. Its societies only reflect 
widespread conditions now as they 
did in the days Avhen the issue of 
whether the pen is mightier than the 
sword was argued with rotund ora- 
tory, a wealth of classical quotations 
and a display of gestures like those 
supposedly used by Daniel Webster. 

In those days the same style of de- 
bate prevailed in Congress. 

But no longer. The convincing 
speaker no longer relies on manner- 
isms or artificial exposition, but on 
well-presented expression often in a 
conversational tone. Why the change 
we will not undertake to assert. 
Perhaps it is due to a change akin 
to the change of fashions in other 
ways, or perhaps to a growing appre- 
ciati/on of 'sijmple methods. Time- 
saving, the zeal for effectiveness, 
may be a factor; the aim for con- 
cise and clear expression has cer- 
tainly found expression in writing. 

But it does not follow that the de- 
bating societies need perish — they 
need only modernize. They are need- 
ed to give the students opportunity 
to practice in the art of effective 
expressions. At the time the Ox- 
ford debaters were at Chapel Hill 
The Tar Heel expressed admiration 
for their ability to present their 
views clearly, conversationally, and 
with a readiness which showed a 
thorough study of the subject. De- 
bate, argument, has far from ceased 
outside college — it will never cease 
— and surely it must continue at the 
University. But it will be in a form 
which will call for hard thinking, lo- 
gical thinking, and study of clear ex- 
pression — there is no place for the 
old style which masked lack of know- 
ledge or sham reasoning with a 
wealth of florid language and many 




(Health Bulletin). 

During the year 1924 there were 
in North Carolina 5,515 persons who 
died without medical care. That is, 
there were this number whose death 
certificate show no doctor attended 
them. In addition to this number 
there were many more for whom the 
doctor Avas called only at the last 
moment. In this case he signed the 
certificate but actually had not at- 
tended the patient during the illness. 

Many of these deaths could have 
been prevented by the aid of a physi- 
cian. And this is the lamentable 
thing. What does it avail for medi- 
cal science to be efficient in the cur- 
ing of disease if medical science has 
no opportunity to exercise its skill? 

We cannot believe it was physi- 
cally impossible for some physician 
to have reached practically every one 
of these unattended deaths. As a 
class, no profession is more liberal 
with its services, therefore it is hard- 
ly probable that any one of these un- 
attended deaths could not have got- 
ten a physician had an effort been 
made to do so, however poor the 
patient may have been. 

Furthermore, society is generally 
awake to the needs of its fellows and 
provision is quite frequently made 
to care for those, at public expense, 
who are themselves unable to bear 
the expense. The only actual reason 
then for these unattended deaths is 
a* matter of ignorance — or careless- 
ness. Ignorance on the part of the 
family — or carelessness on the part 
of society. 

Public sentiment throughout the 
state should be aroused to the degree 
that those responsible should be held 
in disgrace if they allow any person 
in the state to die without every ef- 
fort being made to secure adequate 
medical care. 

Privilege brings responsibility and 
every person who is granted the privi- 
lege of wielding an influence in his 
community is held morally responsi- 
ble for that influence. These are 
the persons — these intelligent persons 
with influence — who are responsible 
for these five or six thousand unat- 
tended deaths each year in North 
Carolina. "Am I my brother's keep- 
er?" is a question that must have 
an individual — a personal — answer. 
But privilege is never given except 
with commensurate responsibility. 

An incident comes to mind, of 
which the fact of every detail can 
be vouched for, which illustrates an 
almost universal situation. The moth- 
er of nine children was taken serious- 
ly and mortally ill. The father was 
an honest, hard-working man whose 
eveiw effort and evey penny of earn- 
ing was devoted to his family. They 
lived in a rather densely populated 
and wealthy county. The sick moth- 
er was taken to a hospital where she 
remained until it seemed impossible 
for the father to raise more money 
'to pay hospital bills. The physi- 
cians attending her were the best in 
the country but her malady could 
not be cured and she was taken home. 
One of the physicians who had seen 



her in the hospital, along with the 
other physicians, undertook to attend 
her at home, although he knew he 
could not in any possible way expect 
any pay, and knew that her illness 
would be prolonged. None of the 
surgeons who had attended here in 
the hospital had received any pay and 
did not expect any. This physician 
visited her in the home 83 times. 
He took with him in consultation, at 
different times, six different physi- 
cians. He did, at the house, three 
minor operations which required the 
assistance of his office nnrse. The 
minimum total fees this doctor should 
have received for his services to that 
home would have been at least $300, 
yet lie did the work as willingly 
and as efficiently without receiving 
one penny as if he had known the 
money was forthcoming. This case 
is no exception. Doctors are doing 
the same thing everywhere. 

In this case the responsibility was 
no more on this doctor as a citizen 
of his community than it was on ev- 
ery other citizen. The doctor pays 
his city, county, state and federal 
taxes, and is charged by his state a 
special tax of $25 per year for the 
"privilege" of practicing medicine. 
The burden is a community burden 
and in this one case this doctor paid, 
in services and expense, the equiva- 
lent of $300 tax, over and above all 
the other taxes which the butcher and 
baker and candlestick-maker had to 
pay. And he paid a special tax of 
$25 per year for the privilege of 
doing it. 

Today the doctor called ten miles 
in the country to see a deserving, 
liiil poor patient, will usually go, 
(doctors are human and there are 

some who would not go) but first 
he must drive by the filling station 
to get gas for his automobile. This 
he pays for in cash. Then he remem- 
bers that his medicine case needs 
filling, (for this is ten miles in the 
country) so he drives by the drug 
store, and some way even drug sup- 
ply houses have a habit of insist- 
ing that drugs be paid for. Finally 
after taking two or three dollars in 
cash out of his pocket he goes to 
his patient. He returns with a clear 
conscience but wonders where he 
will get the price of a beefsteak and 
a loaf of bread to carry home for 
his supper. 

There were very few r of these five 
or six thousand persons Avho died un- 
attended in this state in one year 
who could not have got medical aid 
in some manner. There is no spot 
in the state where you, who read this, 
could not have very soon got medical 
aid had your child, your wife or hus- 
band, or your parent been sick unto 
death. ''Where there is a will there 
is a way" and YOU would have 
found a way. 

The responsibility is yours and 
mine to see that unattended deaths 
do not occur. As the matter now 
stands, the charity of the medical 
profession, (freely offered to the 
needy individual, but NOT to the 
well-to-do city, county or state) may 
have to be accepted. As soon as ar- 
rangements can he made, the burden 
should be distributed to the shouldei's 
of those whose duly it is to bear it. 
The county hospital is one plan 
advocated by many, and is a plan 
which deserves the most serious con- 

Tlie following table is appended 



purely as a statement of facts. There 
is no intent to make comparisons and 
no need of further comment. 

(1) Number of physicians; (2) to- 
tal deaths, and (3) number of deaths 

(1) (2) (3) 

Alamance 30 400 26 

Alexander .... 5 98 19 

Alleghany 8 60 18 

Anson 13 330 95 

Ashe 15 140 69 

Avery 5 64 22 

Beaufort 22 521 92 

Bertie . 13 338 121 

Bladen 7 248 122 

Brunswick .... 2 196 57 

Buncombe .... 112 1,311 80 

Burke 19 375 61 

Cabarrus 24 393 24 

Caldwell 13 214 46 

Camden 4 58 9 

Carteret 12 164 16 

Caswell 5 164 38 

Catawba 20 358 44 

Chatham 13 268 50 

Cherokee 14 131 29 

Chowan 4 130 32 

Clay 3 48 13 

Cleveland .... 23 392 51 

Columbus 15 389 129 

Craven 23 435 87 

Cumberland ... 24 510 45 

Currituck .... 4 86 18 

Dare 3 43 20 

Davidson 21 438 51 

Davie 7 150 24 

Duplin .13 372 71 

Durham 44 791 20 

Edgecombe .... 14 545 75 

Forsyth 77 1,388 168 

Franklin 9 337 41 

Gaston 44 683 59 

Gates 3 97 45 

Graham 3 29 11 

Granville 12 

Greene 6 

Guilford 90 

Halifax 24 

Harnett 18 

Haywood 16 

Henderson .... 18 

Hertford 10 

Hoke 7 

Hyde 5 

Iredell 26 

Jackson 8 

Johnston 25 

Jones 4 

Lee 14 

Lenoir 25 

Lincoln . 14 

Macon 7 

Madison 14 

Martin 11 

McDowell 8 

Mecklenburg . . Ill 

Mitchell ...... 10 

Montgomery . . 10 

Moore 25 

Nash 33 

New Hanover . 37 

Northampton . 11 

Onslow 7 

Orange 17 

Pamlico 3 

Pasquotank ... 13 

Pender 4 

Perquimans ... 4 

Person 9 

Pitt 34 

Polk 7 

Randolph 19 

Richmond 21 

Robeson 29 

Rockingham ... 23 

Rowan 37 

Rutherford ... 19 

Sampson 18 

Scotland 12 






















' 42 







































































Stanly 17 283 58 

Stokes 14 215 34 

Surry 30 320 50 

Swain 9 128 33 

Transylvania .9 72 15 

Tyrrell 1 67 ' 23 

Union 23 373 45 

Vance 16 333 57 

Wake 81 1,243 107 

Warren 10 

Washington ... 9 

Watauga 11 

Wayne 39 

Wilkes 14 

Wilson 36 

Yadkin 8 

Yancey 8 

Totals . . 1,900 



33,234 5,515 


The bones in the body 

Are two hundred or more; 
But for sorting our people 

We need only four. 


They hope for, they long for, 

They wish for and sigh; 
They want things to come, but 

Aren't willing to try. 


They laugh, grin, and giggle, 

Smile, twinkle the eye; 
If work is a joke, sure, 

They'll give it a try. 

They scold, jaw, and splutter, 

They froth, rave, and cry; 
They're long on the talk, but 

They're short on the try. 


They strike from the shoulder, 

They never say die; 
They're winners in life, for 

They know how to try. 
— Barney Coan. in Port Sunlight News. 




By Dr. J. 

We all know better than we do. If 
any doubt that, just as k your hus- 
bands or wives. 

Doing well by ourselves is the law 
of earth; doing well by others is the 
law of Heaven. Who keeps only the 
first law will develop like a tiger. 
Who keeps the second law will grow 
a soul like Christ's. "In God We 
Trust" is read more often from the 
face of silver dollars than from our 

A good neighborhood is founded on 
the Golden Rule. It is the highest 
possible statement of correct livins:. 
"As ye would that men should do un- 
to you, do ye even so to them,'' is the 
end of the matter of getting along 
with people, either in our homes, our 
neighborhoods, or other nations. 

Do you know that every religion 
has a Golden Rule somewhat similar 
to ours ? 

The Hindoos: "Avoid everything 
calculated to injure others.'-' 

The Chinese: "He who strives 
to treat others as he would be treat- 
ed by them will not fail to come 
near to the perfect life." 

The Greeks: "He commits injust- 
ice is always more unhappy than he 
who suffers it." 

The Romans;: "Let n<>t another's 
guilt make you sin." 

The Jews: "Thou shalt love thy 
neighbor as thy self.'' 

David Harum said, "Do others as 
they do you, only do them first." 
That is. not Christian. It is a wise 
observation based on how so mans' 
people act. 

W. Holland. 

All men desire honor. I know thai 
is only one-way to get it. Be kind 
If you treat your children like dogs 
they will snap at you. Love them 
and throw kindness about them, and 
they will return your caress with 
large interest. 

Neighborhoods can be set on edge 
by just some unkind or selfish ac- 
tion, and it will take years to 
change the atmosphere of hatred. 
Give me to live in the place where 
men treat me as they desire to be 
treated, and I will settle there and 

All men disire honor. I knowthar 
is true. I admit it for every one 
else, and include myself. Honor is 
simply being well thought of for our 
sincereitv.Honor others and they 
will honor you. The larceny is 
stealing from others the honor that 
is due them. If your soul turns 
green at the honor that comes to 
another, you belong still in the cra- 
dle. Your mind if, unorganized 

All men desire love. Love is a 
bread that one casts upon the waters 
of life, and the tides bring if-, back 
to hi;!!. I often think of life as a 
valb?y of echoes which repeats to us 
ao'air that which we sneak forth. 
Then who scuds out love will have 
his eqrs filled again with the echoed 

No soul is so faint that it cannot 
send out Love, and Honor and Kind- 
ness. These will kindle true flames 
in others, and we will be re-warmed 
a- the same things are brought back 



to us. 

Jesus said the final word when 
He save us the Golden Rule. We 

follow in His steps only when we 
do it. 


A piece of verse by Elizabeth Phelps Stuart Ward records an incident 
which happened when Jenny Lind, the sweet singer, was visiting Amerca. 

After the Swedish nightingale had won the hearts of a vast public, and 
not only praise for the singer but friendship for the noble woman had 
grown strong among the Americans, it was asked: "How honor her? 
By what fair sight or way? Show her Niagara on a rainbow day." 

So she was shown among a curious multitude approaching this marvel of 
marvels — the voice of the waters, the voice of the woman, meeting, as it 
were, in happy praise of God. She gazed awe-struck, and then sank on 
her knees in prayer. The people prayed with her, moved by her example 
and the majestic splendor of nature to worship the Infinite, and no doubt 
for many a day thereafter those who saw the world-famous singer thought 
of God and of Jenny Lind kneeling humbly there. — Selected. 


By D. D. Doughtery. 

To the Editor: 

For many years a respectable color- 
ed man has occasionally been seen on 
the street riding a small horse and 
followed by some faithful hounds. 
This colored man, Boone Coffey by 
name, lias always been highly respect- 
ed by all who kneAv him. His home 
is mi the Blue Ridge in the Blowing 
Rock section. A neighbor tells me 
this little story when I asked him 
about Boone Coffey. 

He told me that Boone had sold 
his little place where he has lived all 
these years remote from any colored 
neighbor, for the sum of $1,600. He 
is to live on the place the remainder 
of 1 1 is natural life. He never married 
and has. since the death of his moth- 

er, lived alone. He noAV has a color- 
ed boy with him. This boy takes 
Boone on his little horse out on some 
high ridge and leaves him. The boy 
then takes the five faithful hounds 
and searches for reel fox. The man 
told me that a fox seldom escapes 
and that he had gotten several this 
season. This neighbor added in a 
pathetic way to this little incident, 
"Boone, now nearly eighty years old, 
sits hour after hour on some high 
peak and cries because he can not 
longer follow the hounds." 

There are many, on account of age, 
sickness, and other things who can- 
not follow longer their loved occupa- 
Boone, X. C. 




By Uthai Vincent Wilcox, In Holland's Magazine. 

Perhaps some psychologist will say 
that the reason that John Brown has 
founded a college where the fist re- 
quirement for entrance is extreme 
poverty is because, When he was 
passing through the impressionable 
years, he was denied educational 
advantages. He had to work twelve 
hours a day (for seventy-five cents) 
in the back-frying sun of an Arkan- 
sas limekiln. Also, it may be that 
in the day when psychologists will 
be able to guide us through the 
anfractuosites of the mind, they will 
say that, as his name was John 
Brown, it was inevitable that he 
should appeal to the million whose 
lot in life is so often described by 
such unornamented appelation. 

John Brown having been lifted 
from the monotony and heat of the 
lime-kilns by the base drum of a 
wandering Solvation Army captian, 
later becoming an evangelist on his 
own account, might be well expected 
to stick tenaciously to certain re- 
ligious fundamentals when laying out 
tiie work of an educational institu- 
tion. Thus do we glimpse the effect 
of early environment. 

The John E. Brown College C'E" 
stands for Elward, later discovered 
to help make the first and last 
cognonmens slightly distinctive), at 
Siloam Springs, Arkansas, now in 
its fifth year, appeals only to those 
who are "broke." If, after inves- 
tigation it is found that they have 
no way of obtaining an education 
at any other institution, because of 
hick of money, they are then safely 

past the first and chief barrier 
admitting them. After matricula- 
tion, it is required that they work 
four hours of each day at some 
trade. The trade chosen is the one 
best adapted by inclination and pre- 
vious life. 

Pay by Work 

Thus John Brown claims that he 
is operating the only wholly-pay- 
by-work college in America. There 
are other institutions of learning 
that teach the trades — they un- 
doubtedly have more expensive equip- 
ment. There are other colleges where 
students have to do a certain amount 
of work. There are other schools 
where there is little or no tuition ex- 
pected or demanded, but the John 
E. Brown College makes the combi- 
nation of requiring the learinig of 
gainful trades by those who attend, 
whether they are young or old, who 
have previously been unable to get 
ahead financially, or who have no 
moneyed friends to help them. This 
school is for the down-and-outer to 
salvage him and put him in the way 
of being prosperous financially and 

The college has an enrollment this 
year of three hundred, not a one of 
whoii pays a single cent in money 
for his education, nor can they pay 
a cent. There were some five thou- 
sand others who were denied ad- 
mission because they did have money 
or friends who could help them, or 
because the college facilities were 
unable to care for them. 

To understand the storv of this 



college, is is neecessary to know John 
Brown, who is- now) an evangelist 

interdenominational and n.onfcectarian 
operating through a federation of 
Christian workers. John Brown is 
something more than two very com- 
mon names in the broad sections of 
the South and the West. He has 
come to be a most successful con- 
ductor of evangelistic services, work- 
ing in cooperation with the local 
churches. He is successful in adding 
many names to the church books. 
He is successful financially, for those 
who work with him as well as for 
himself. At one time he attracted 
some attention as the youngest 
college president in America when 
he connected with the Scaritt College 
founded by the Kansas family of 
that name to give the children of 
the Middle Western hill country 
educational advantages. You see, 
somewhere along the route, Brown 
acquired various degrees and titles, 
but he prefers not to use them. 
He'd rather be just "Brother 
Brown. " 

The Equipment Counts — Count It 
Having a. dream that recurred to 
intrigue his slumbers, of a college 
for the poor, he showed his sincerity 
by contributing his , property worth 
at least $60,000 toward a plan for a 
wholly-pay-by-work school. This 
was six years ago. To-day this in- 
stitution has a six-hundred acre 
farm, sixty head of Jersey cattle, 
eighteen head of horses and mules, 
farm machinery of .various! ;kinds, 
such as thresher, binders, tractors. 
There are gardens and poultry yards, 
Poland China hogs, and other fancy- 
named articles. There is a well- 
equiped printing plant with four 

linotypes, several cylinder' presses 
and all that make a modern pub 
lishing outfit. There are other in- 
dustires, such a blacksmith shop and 
garage, plumbing, carpenter, and elec- 
tric shops. There is a brush-making 
department, basket making, sewing 
rooms, and canning factories. There 
is a general department store, a lum- 
ber yard, and a successfully operated 

John Brown has gonee about the 
task of making a wholly-pay-by-work 
college, a selfsupporting institution. 
Business men, bankers, and educa- 
tors have said that it couldn't be 
done. Brown does not say that it 
can, but only that each year finds 
him nearer the ideal. 

In reaching for his goal, he has 
put his educational institution on an 
eight-hour basis. The school gets up 
at 5:45. There is breakfast at 6:30 
and then there are classes from sev- 
en until 11:30 for those who work 
in the afternoon. For those who 
work in the morning, there are class- 
es in the afternoon. It is a two-a- 
day affair for the teachers. Four 
hours in the morning and four in 
the afternoon give the eight hours 
for the industries that make attrac- 
tive time sheets for the garage, for 
the printing plant, and the other 
trades that cater to the general pub- 

To Carry the Ideals with Them 

Brown himself put it this way : 
' ' While our students are being fid - 
ucated from books — and we set the 
highest possible standards intellec- 
tually — they are being trained in 
hand, so that when they graduate 
they will graduate as successful farm- 
ers, stock raisers, journalists, lino- 



type operators, pressmen, automobile 
mechanics, electricians, plumbers, 
bricklayers, home-makers, and so 
forth. Pouring- out into these various 
trades, they will carry with them the 
highest ideals of living for God, re- 
spect for the church, and devotion 
to their country.'' 

Brown believes in his country and 
in the success-if-you-work ideal, even 
if he does admit that circumstances 
are sometimes mighty obstinate, routs 
111 Luck. . 

Brown, being an evangelist by 
trade and profession, believes that a 
good Christian should be a good citi- 
zen and contribute something to the 
prosperity of his country. He fur- 
ther believes with Secretary of Labor 
Davis that ninety per cent, of the 
young people in our colleges and uni- 
versities are training for white-collar 
jobs, and that there is a place for 
only ten per cent, of these. He quotes 
Davis to this effect and adds: "In 
the main, our educational work seems 
to be to educate our young life away 
from — rather than back to — construc- 
tive toil." 

Speaking apparently with the easy 
freedom that characterizes politician, 
pulpit orator, and reformer, he goes 
on: "Already the world is cursed 
with an overcup of parasites, and un- 
less there is a place for these added 
tens of thousands who are being edu- 
cated for so-called professions, inevi- 
tably so, multitudes of them will be- 
come drifters, leaners, failure. 

For those who are called to the 
professions, let them have whatever 
honor the professions bestow, but af- 
ter all, the foundation stone — yes, the 
very foundation of the republic — 
rests back in the minds and hearts 

and hands of those who pass into the 
'aristocracy of hard labor.' In the 
professions men are starving to death. 
In the trades there is often a dearth 
in the matter of efficient help, and 
too often the leadership is wrong — 
often anti-church, anti-God, unpatri- 
otic, and, in a most radical sense, 

Do We Train Them for Idleness? 

If half of our schools were wiped 
out to-day and half the students en- 
rolled in colleges and universities 
could be sent back to the farm, or 
back to productive toil, the nation 
would gain and gain tremendously. 
When we take our young people and 
keep them in the school room for 
eight or ten years in the formation 
period of their lives, denying them 
the privileges of systematic, continu- 
ous, constructive labor, we have 
trained them in eight or ten years of 
idleness. Our young people are crea- 
tures of habit, and if in the formative 
period of their lives they are not 
trained in some department of con- 
structive labor, the chances are that 
but few of them will ever have the 
courage, stamina, and desire to throw- 
off their coats and intelligently get 
under the load that humanity is com- 
pelled to carry." 

These are the words of Evangelist 
Brown, but the acts are the acts of 
a practical man suiting the material 
sent him to the need as he sees it. 
With cost systems evolved by the ul- 
tra-professional efficiency engineer— 
a whitest of white-collar man, — he 
has founded and keeps running a 
college where a hearty farm worker's 
meal — not cafeteria-helped — costs on 
the average of nine cents; where stu- 
dent salesmen scour the countryside 



looking for prospects for popular- 
priced cars and tractors, where school 
dormitories are turned over for sum- 
mer-resort purposes and advertised 
with the slogan, "A Christian sum- 
mer resort without puritanism. ' ' 

Evangelist Brown, Business Man 
Brown, and Dreamer Brown, all have 
their innings when it comes to the 
conduct of the John E. Brown Col- 
lege. Evangelist Brown holds aloft 
the value of regular Christian exer- 
cises conducted for all students, Bible 
teaching in the traditional way, and 
a desire to make all students Chris- 
tians. There is, however, this four- 
wheel brake, when he says, ''We 
want it definitely understood that we 
will not try to force Christianity up- 
on any student, and that extremes in 
the matter of radicalism and fanati- 
cism—religiously — will be barred." 
All Things in Common 

Now Evangelist Brown sliding 
easily over into the character of 
Business Man Brown, helps to sup- 
port the college by very real money 
donations while he is on his evange- 
listic campaigns. He himself con- 
tinues to contribute heartily. He in- 
terests those who have money to turn 
il into the school for buildings and 
equipments. He knows the cost of 
each student educated. "Beyond the 
productive labor of the students, it 
costs as,"' so says Business Man 
-|0p /4x1s puB pajcptintj oaiqp, hi.vuu;] 
lars to carry a student through this 
school for one year. The cost per 
student has besn reduced until to- 
day one hundred dollars will take 
care of a scholarship. This means 
that each student is making a contri- 
bution to his upkeep and education 
sufficiently large that one hundred 

dollars cash will finish paying the ac- 
tual cost of his board and tuition." 
In all fairness, it must be admitted 
that those who contribute are buy- 
ing with their one hundred dollars 
a large bundle of practical and theo- 
retical education for the students who 
go to the John E. Brown College. 

As Dreamer Brown, he does his 
best to make social equals of all the 
down-but-not-outers who enter. 
There is a sort of communistic sys- 
tem that by flat, as well by example, 
promotes the alDth^ings4ii>-eo!mmon,, 
equality-for-a^ll ideal. Of such is 
Inter-Mural Day, that comes once a 
month, when faculty and instructors 
take over the work of the students 
in shop and farm and kitchen while 
they one and all have a good time. 
There is the regulation that prohibits 
fraternities and the arrangement 
through the business office that makes 
it. impossible for any student to have 
more spending money than another. 
( All overtime work is paid for extra, 
giving a chance to leave the institu- 
tion with money in hand.) The girls 
make their- own clothes, but must 
wear a uniform that eliminates so- 
cial distinctions — the sort that go 
along with what ,v ,,u wear. The men 
are given a chance every other Sun- 
day to invade the kitchens and try 
their hands in cooking, waiting 
(able-;, and washing dishes. As re- 
ported on a girl's page of their mon- 
thly magazine: 

Did you ever see real, husky fel- 
lows enjoy working in the kitchen! 
Maybe not, but some of ours actually 
beg to be allowed to work. It is 
the truth. They are very desirous 
of making success of their meals, and 
in fact, always do. They "com 



pose'' menus which would make a 
perfectly respectable and sober horse 
double up in mirth, if he could not 
get wind of some of the items thereon, 
hut all of the food is cooked and sea- 
soned as it should be. Thing's are 
usually so good that we eat until 
we're sorter cross-eyed, or almost. 
Yes, girls know how to handle a fry- 
ing- pan, but give the J. E. B. C. 
boys a half a chance, and — 
Now Making Fifty Dollars a Week 

The graduates of this school in the 
< )zarks learn to fit themselves more 
successfully into the ways they tackle 
it, judging by the letters and the 
work that they do. The college, hav- 
ing a well-nigh perfect follow-up sys- 
tem that wishes them success and 
sends them the school's magazine 
(one dollar a year, cash in advance, 
please) asks for contributions to as- 
sist other students to learn "as you 
have learned." 

It is a paying proposition this fol- 
low-up. One young man wrote in: 
"'I am making considerably over fi- 
fty dollars a week here. You taught 
me the value of tithing, and I decid- 
ed to send five dollars a week to my 
home church and then I thought that 
it would be better to divide it be- 
tween the church and the college. I 
am truly prospering. ' ' This is fair- 
ly typical, for this young man learn- 
ed the printing trade while working 
his four hours a day. Te had abso- 
lutely no knowledge of the work be- 
fore attending the college. 

John Brown, interested in youno- 
folks — interested in all people who 
want to live better and brighter lives 
and fi'et ahead in the world — having 
found his college at Siloam Springs 
an institution that justified his 

dreams, discovered that it was all 
right to say that he would admit 
only those Avho were " broke, "but 
what about those who could affori 
to pay? There were many asking 
him such questions whd had the 
money in the bank and certified 
checks, who wanted the brand of 
education fostered by Brown and his 
associates. It is hard to deny money 
offered by well-to-do farmers and 
those who want their young people 
to learn "how to work" and who be- 
lieve Secretary of Labor Davis and 
others concerning the stacked cards 
against the man who goes into the 

Brown found it easier to enlarge 
his experiment. So last fall there 
opened at Sulphur Springs, Arkan- 
sas, the John Brown University. It 
sprang fully formed and ready to go 
on the same general pattern as the 
college, except that tution is charged. 
The faculty standing- was such that 
immigration authorities Avere instruc- 
edted to accredit it for foreign sud- 
ents who came. 

Two hours a day at the trades are 
demanded of all, but otherwise the 
same restrictions that include no 
intercollegiate athletics, are the same 
as found at the college. Interclass 
contests are permitted and intercolle- 
giate debates fostered. Recreational 
development encouraged by tennis, 
baseball football, and horse back ' 

Sulpherj Springs though not far 
from Siloam, is summer-resort city. 
It was purchased by Brown and the 
buildings adapted for school work. 
These same buildings serve for the 
"Christian summer resort that is 
vithout jazz," to quote from the lit- 


erature. A great Bible conference is Thus Arkansas steps into the spot- 
held each summer for evangelists, light with these experiments. A 
singers, and Christian workers. wholly-pay-by-work college that hon- 
These undoubtedly are able to at- e'stlyi endeavors to give collegiate 
tract a large and paying patronage. training in the arts, the science, in 
Their word-of-mouth advertising con music as well as in a large number 
tributes in no small degree to the of trades. The effort to help stu- 
success of the summer-resort idea dents prepare themselves to make 
that has thus so far helped to finance their way in the world should oh 
these schools. tain a large moral support. 


Honey, see dat jay-bird dere, 

Settin' on de fense? 
First he look dis way, den dat, 

Like he ain't go no sense. 
Flap his win?s an' crane his neck — 

Ain't no use to try 
Figurin' from de way he acks 

Where he's gwine to fly. 

Lookit how dat squirrel's perched 

On dat top-most rail. 
See him, how he turn his head, 

How he flip his tail? 
Watch him close as you can watch, 

Den you ain't begun 
Find in' out which way he's gwine 

When he stars to run! 

Settin' on de fense muh boy, 

Wonderin' what to do, 
Ain't gwine bring no bacon home, 

No, suh! Not fo' you. 
Know yo' mind an' go ahaid; 

Do de very best you can — 
Dat's de way you proves yo'self, 

An' shows yo'self a man! — Selected. 




Mr. Lewis W. Britton, associate 
editor of the Domestic Engineering 
Publications of Chicago, recently pre- 
pared for the New York State De- 
partment of Health "The Story of 
the Bath, ' ' which relates in semi- 
humorous vein the history of bath- 
ing from early times to the present. 
' ' This is not a bedtime story, ' ' said 
Dr. Britton. " It is a bathtime story. 
Do you ever think, as you slip grace- 
fully on the soap, that the history of 
your bathtub reaches back into the 
days before people had soap on which 
to slip? There are, of course, stories 
of the bath that aren't tre. I refer 
to the stories young boys tell of 
baths they take when not under a 
watchful eye. 

"When Egypt wore the crown of 
civilization, the Egyptions were fre- 
quqent bathers; when Greece was the 
glory of the world, her bathing was 
the glory of the Greeks; when all 
roads led to Rome, all feet led to the 
Roman baths. 

' ' In Japan where everybody takes 
a bath a day and apologizes for not 
taking two, progress moves at a 
swift pace. In Russia, where mil- 
lions of people get only three baths 
in their whole lives — one after they 
are born, one before they are married, 
and one after they die — there is 
stagnation, poverty, misery. 

' ' So far as we know, the first bath- 
room was in the city of Cnossos, on 
the island of Crete, four thousand 
years ago. The ruins of a much later 
model, dating back only twenty-five 
hundred years, have been found in 
Tirgus, which is in Greece. 

"The Greeks were the first to use 
bath tubs, though the tubs they used 

were not ■ tubs at all. They were 
bowls — overgrown punch bowls, you 
might say, which rested upon pedes- 
tals three feet high. They Avere large 
enough to hold the water for a bath, 
but not large enough to hold the bath- 
er. The bather stood on a stone 
slab, dipped water from a bowl and 
poured it over his body. The Greeks 
regarded warm water as weakening 
— 'effeminate' I think they called it 
— and so they took their baths cold. 

' ' Among other things, Moses taught 
hygiene, sanitation and the fine art 
of living. He knew that to keep 
clean is to prevent disease, and to 
prevent disease is to build a strong 
race of people. 

"The Roman bath was called Ther- 
ma, meaning heat, from which we get 
thermos — thermos bottle. The Ther- 
mas did not have canned music, elec- 
tric lights nor ash trays, but in mag- 
nificence, they outshone any club of 
this year of peace and plenty. 

"Rome knew only two classes of 
people — the washed and the unwash- 
ed. And then, as now, the unwash- 
ed Avere crowded beyond the pale of 
polite society. 

' ' The largect Therma covered a 
square mile of ground. The huge 
Diocletian could take care of thirty- 
two hundred bathers at one time, 
while the Oaracalla, the finest of 
them all, had room for half as many. 
Besides hot and cold baths, the Ther- 
mas were provided with perspiring 
rooms, dressing rooms, swimming 
pools, athletic fields, gymnasiums, 
lecture halls, and places for rest, 
refreshment and conversation. And 
there were Thermas for women as 
well as for men. 



"In those public baths the Romans 
exercised, kept their bodies clean, 
stimulated the circulation of their 
blood, rested, enjoyed the compan- 
ionship of their fellows and fed their 
souls with beautiful carvings of an- 
cient scultptors — all for one quad- 
rans, which in Uncle Sam's money, 
would be one-fourth of one cent. 

' ' For six hundred years, so Pliny, 
the historian, says, Rome used no 
medicines but her baths. 

"A real Roman cleansing consist- 
ed of a sweat, a scrape and a shower. 
Or, as the invention of the shower 
was yet to be, perhaps 'pouring' is 
a better word. That is, after a sweat 
and scrape, water was poured over 
the body until it was washed clean. 
Then came a message or rubdown, 
followed by a good rest. Thus from 
Rome, by the way of Turkey, arrived 
the Turkish bath, which finally reach- 
ed America in 1865. 

"A clean nation is a progressive 
nation and a progressive nation, 
is a rulin nation. But alas, 

alack, the thirst for poAver — the 
spirit of conquest reaching out and 
out for more and more — and Rome 
crumbled, and progress crumbled 
with her. And the world went to 
sleep and slept for a thousand years, 
or to say it in another way, a thou- 
sand years without a bath. 

"A thousand years without a bath. 
Surely those were Dark Ages— dark 
with dirt. But wait: 

'"The Order of the Bath, from 
whence emerged the Knights of the 
Bath, was a little pleasantry set 
agoing my Henry the Fourth of Eng- 
land in the year thirteen hundred 
ninety-nine. But was it a pleasan- 
try? One can never tell about an 
Englishman. Henry may have been 

serious. He lived in a serious time, 
and serious times make serious peo- 
ple. Europe was beginning to run 
its eyes and creep out of the filth of 
ten mouly centuries. Perhaps King- 
Henry thought it time to wash up, 
which is to wake up. 

"In days of old, the knights were 
bold, ' ' so the poet wrote — but not 
bold enough to take a bath. Henry 
knew this. He knew that a knight 
shied at water like an elephant shies 
at a mouse. Hence the Order of the 

' ' Candidates for this order were 
selected by the King. But, before 
a candidate could be initiated, he 
must take a bath. Ah! there was 
the rub ! 

"Having been led into the bath, 
and having survived the shock, the 
knight became a shining example to 
others, who though less favored 
were equally in need of water. 

"More than three thousand years 
after Moses went up into the moun- 
tain and forgot to come back, another 
teacher, John Wesley, the first Meth- 
odist, was riding along a road in 
England when he came to the dirty 
little village of Burslem. 

"It so happened that in Burslem 
there lived a poor, lame potter by the 
name of Josiah Wedgwood. This 
potter was to become the richest man 
in England, who up to that time had 
made his own fortune ; also, he was 
to become the grandfather of Charles 
Darwin, the world's greatest scien- 

"Now Wedgwood was a worker 
who mixed much teaching with ■ his 
work. John Wesley drew rein as he 
saw Wedgwood trying to teach his 
potters the lesson Moses had tried to 
teach — that keeping clean increased 



health, which increases energy, which 
increases efficiecy. And there, sit- 
ting on his horse, and seeing what 
he saw, Wesley spoke for the first 
time the. now famous phrase: 'Clean- 
liness is next to Godliness.' 

' ' And Wedgwood looked up, smil- 
ed and added: "Yes and sometimes 
it is next to impossible.' 

"Great as we are, and smart as 
we are, we Americans have not 
moved so fast, sanitarily speaking. 
It is only a hundred years since the 
first pumping station in this country 
started to pump. Chicago was our 

first city to have a real sewerage 
system, and that was not until 1855. 
\Ye had no public baths until 1891. 
Even today some families think so 
little of their bath tubs that they 
use them for coal or vegetable bins. 
"■The science of living, or sanita- 
tion — they mean the same — has to 
do with heat, light, water, cleanli- 
ness and ventilation. And these have 
to do with five most important things 
of life — comfort, health, ambition, 
efficiency, happiness. Where sani- 
tation is a stranger, sickness is a 
constant iruest. 


"Florida Society Chuckles Over Snub" reads the headline. It is 
,a type of newspaper story that requires no effort to believe. It is so 
like Society! There is honor among thieves, there is charity among the 
poor, there is sincerity among plain folk, but Society has never claim- 
ed, has never been credited with even the elementary social virtues. 
There is nothing social about Society — it is anti-social as regards itself, 
and it represents the anti-social elements with reference to human so- 
ciety ,at large. Society is not a coterie of congenial souls ; nor the natural 
assembly of the cultured; it is not the metting-place of kindred tastes, 
purposes or principles. It is not in any sense social. It is full of jealousy, 
dislike, resentment, vicious antagonisms, insincerity, vulgar ostentation 
and nervous apprehension. Of course Society will chuckle over a snub! — 
if someone else has courage enough to administer it. Those with courage 
enough to administer snubs for cause are not found in Society. 

There is need for a new name for that crowd which meets around 
in one corner of the town and calls itself society with a capital "S." 
It is not society. — Dearborn Independent. 





By Dr. J. W. Holland. 

A troubled mother writes me, 
"How can I keep my children away 
from bad company?" "How can I 
get them interested in staying home 

In the first place, it is impossible 
to keep a normal child away from 
contact with evil. Children have to 
arow their characters as did their 
parents. We are born innocent, but 
we all fall, and have to achieve oui 
characters. Children have to see 
evil in order to hate it and choose 
the good. 

The fact is, this is a dangerous- 
world to live in, anyhow. Physical 
perils lurk on every hand. 

The souls of children are the same. 
Deadly perils lurk within them and 
their companions. Our only protec- 
tion is in filling them with Good. 
We can set before them a Christian 
example ; keep a happy outlook ; give 
wise advice; be pals with our chil- 
dren; put into their minds the warn- 
ings of the Word of God ; these, plus 
the fortification of the soul by prayer, 
are our chief helps. 

We may surround our children with 
the best influences, and even then 
there are some things they will do 
about which they will not .tell us, 
just as we did when we were younii. 
Above all, we should not nag and 
scold our children for choosing com- 
panions that are inferior, but keep 
such ideals before them that will 
make then naturally shun that whiel 
is evil. We should let our boys and 

girls know our prayers follow them. 

The other question needs almost 
the same answer. Most parents are 
lonesome nowadays. I feel sorry for 
the children as well as the parents. 
We have given them so many attrac- 
tive things ; so many places to go ; 
automobiles to take them quickly; it 
hardly becomes us to blame them for 
wanting to go. Young people like 
young people. Our only hope is in 
keeping young ourselves. 

I suppose we will have to allow our 
children liberty earlier than our par- 
ents allowed us. That is hard to do, 
for so many fine souls go down in- 
to the filth of things. I sailed the 
ocean once in a steel ship. But I 
noticed that the decks were lined with 
life-preservers and life boats. Any 
boat can sink; any soul can sin. Our 
best hope as parents is in making 
home just as attractive as possible. 
If we, do that, though our children 
may seek the companionship of oth- 
er young people outside the home, 
they will be ruled eventually in their 
choice by the love, prayers and 
guidance of the Old Home Nest. 

Let us never forget that we who 
are worrying about our children were 
once the cause of anxiety to another 
set of fathers and mothers. 

The Bible says, "Train up a child 
in the way he should go, and when 
lie is old, he will not depart from it." 

I believe it. Let us do our best and 
.[c;ive the result to God. 

A recent estimate places the cost of the World War, in money alone, 
at eighty billion dollars. — Exchange. 



By Clyde Bristow 

James Gillispie and Louie Pait 
former boys at the institution were 
visitors here last week. 

Mr. Groover's shoe shop boys have 
been kept pretty busy mending shoes 
during the past week. 

The barn force has been kept very 
busy during the past week, hauling 
sand, coal, stone and gravel. 

A number of boys unloaded a car- 
load of coal during the past few 

Elwyn Greene a member of the 
eleventh cottage, received his parole 
last week. 

The officers of most of the cot- 
tages took their boys for a walk 
last Sunday afternoon. 

Mr. Poole taught Mr. Simpson's 
room during his absence last Tues- 
day morning. 

The barn boys have strewn the 
laAA'n with manure. This will help 
the grass to grow, very much. 

The incubators were again set 
with about 850 eggs. We hope that 
most of these turn out to be fine 
chicks soon. 

David Fountain, member of the 
tenth cottage, who was permitted 
to spend a few days at his home in 
Tarboro, returned to the institution 
last week. 

Prof. Crook's Sunday School class 
went to the second cottage last Sun- 
day morning and heard the Sunday's 
service broadcasted from a radio 
station in Charlotte. 

Last Wednesday was a bad and 
rainy day but the following boys 
received a visit from their parents 
or relatives, Lee McBride, J. C. 
Gilbert, Ralph Hollars and Roscoe 

The following seven boys, Donald 
Pate, Russell Bowden, Hurley Way, 
Joe Carroll, David Williams, Mike 
Mahoney and Albert Johnson were 
promoted to Mr. Johnson's evening 
section last week. 

Mr. Carriker and the shop boys 
placed a rail around the three trees 
at the school building, to keep the 
boys, when they would come out for 
recess, packing the dirt around them. 

As there Avas no basket ball game 
scheduled last Saturday afternoon, 
the hoys chose their teams and be- 
gan to play the game between thein- 
selvs. Some of the boys watched the 
game, while others played \soccer, 
shot marbles and many other inter- 
esting games to amuse themselves. 

The boys had a very interesting 
Sunday School lesson last Sunday. 
The lesson was taken from the book 
of John, the subject of the lesson 
was : Jesus Heals and Saves a Blind 
Man." The Golden Text was: "I 
am the light of the world : he that 



followeth me shall not walk in dark- 
ness, but shall have the light of life. 

Mr. Grier dynamited the rock that 
Avas partly in the "way of the new 
road near . the school building last 
week. Mr. Simpson 's and Mr. John- 
son 's rooms removed most of the 
rock out of the way. Now Mr Grier 
and Mr. White have the barn boys 
hauling mixed sand and gravel to 
finish the road. When they get 
through Ave will have a good road 
from the tenth cottage to the gate 
near the Administration building. 

Not long ago, Dr. Frank Wesley, of 
Atlanta, Georgia, visited the institu- 
tion, and as he was leaving he told 
some of the officials at the school, 
that as soon as he reached his home 
town he would send some samples to 
the institution to be distributed to 
the officers and matrons. The pack- 
age arrived the other day, and the 
samples have been distributed to the 
different officers and matrons. Each 
box contained a small cake of soap, 
a tube of tooth paste. The men's 
boxes contained shaving soap, while 
the ladies box contained cold cream. 
This is a product of the Colgate & 
< !o. We certainely thank him in be- 
half of all the officers and matrons. 
But Dr. Wesley did not stop at that, 
for he also sent toothpaste for all 
the boys at the institution which has 
not, yet, been distributed among 
them, but wil] at an early date. We 
certainly do thank Dr. Wesley for 
his generous gift. 

Rev. W. ('. Lyerly, pastor of the 

Reformed Church, of Concord, con- 
ducted the services in the auditorium 
last Sunday afternoon. He selected 
for his Scripture reading the fourth 
chapter of James. He took his text 
from the fourteenth verse which 
reads : ' ' Whereas ye know not what 
shall be on the morrow. For what 
is your life? It is even a vapour, 
that appeareth for a little time, and 
then vanisheth away. ' ' He then 
told the boys that you can't value 
a man's life by his wealth and how 
much salary he makes. One of his 
illustrations Avas : ' ' Once a man and 
a minister Avas standing upon a hill 
looking over the fertile fields and at 
the large buildings not far away. 
The man Avho accompanied the min- 
ister said : ' see those mills yonder in. 
the distance? They belong to me.' 
The minister AA'ho had been listening 
to the man boast of his wealth said : 
' hold on they do not belong to you. ' 
The man that had been talking be- 
fore the minister said: 'What!' 
'They do not belong to me!' 'Why 
1 have my papers to show that — . ' 
The minister continued to say :' where 
will you be fifty years from today?' 
The man knew well that he would 
be dead even before the fifty years 
would elapse. The minister then 
told the man that: 'those buildings, 
mills and fields do not belong to you 
but to God.' So you can't value 
the life of a man or by the wealth 
he has nor by the salary that he is 
worth. This question is still asked: 
"For what is your life?" Rev. 
Lyerly 's sermon Avas interesting. 
It was enjoyed by all that Avere pre- 


A days work on the 

When a raiload system extends for 8,000 miles 
across eleven states and employs 60,000 work- 
ers, it does a big days work. 
Here are the figures of an average day on the 
Southern Railway System: 

Trains operated 1,270 

Passengers carried 50,000 

Carload of freight loaded on 
our lines and received from 

other railroads 8,000 

Ton-miles produced 32,000,000 

Tons of coal burned in loco- 
motives 14,000 

Wages paid. ., $220,000 

Material purchased $135,000 

It takes management^ and discipline, and 
a fine spirit of cooperation throughout 
the organization, to do this work day aft- 
er day, and maintain the standards of 
service that the South expects from the 



VOL. XIV CONCORD, N. C., FEBRUARY 20, 1926 No. 12 

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|i Great occasions do not make heroes or cowards; *> 

^* they simply unveil them to the eyes of men. Silent- % 

* ly and imperceptibly, as we -wake or sleep, we wax || 

* and grow strong, we grow and wax weak, and at * 

* last some crisis shows us what we have become. 

* r — Canon Westcott. % 






Miss Vernie Goodman 
Old Hurrygraph 


Albemarle News Herald 

Asheville Citizen 

G. E. Wallace 

Leonora Sill Ashton 
Clyde Bristow 





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The Hill, tho' high, I covet to ascend. 
The difficulty will not me offend; 
For I perceive the way of life lies here; 
Come, pluck up, Heart, let's neither faint nor fear; 
Better, tho' difficult, the right way to go, 
Than wrong, though easy, where the end is woe. 
— John Bunyan. 


The other day, at Syracuse, New York, the probated will of a veteran of 
the War Between the States, on the Northern side, revealed the fact that a 
wealthy' gentleman, after providing for certain bequests, authorized the pay- 
ment of the residue of his estate to the Daughters of the Confederacy for the 
purpose of perpetuating the memories of Lee, Cordon and others, shining 
lights in the firmament of the Confederacy. 

There was no malice in the heart of this great soldier, who felt as all patri- 
otic citizens must feel that it is no crime, but rather an honor, to sustain the 
contentions of one's country, even to offering up his life. The Uplift is 
proud to make note of this generous act of love and esteem. 

About the same time this unique will Avas being made public, another com- 


mendable act was being performed. It was at Wilmington, N. C, where a 
veteran of the same war, and a Union soldier, had fallen upon death. He 
had lived in the community for- some time; he was unfortunate; he was 
poverty stricken and went down to his death with no relative in sight or with- 
in reach. In such cases, in all sections, the practice is for the local govern- 
ment to provide for the burial, and that is in the potter's field. Not so, in 
this ease. 

The local Circle of King's Daughters, whose moving spirit is to do good 
to one's fellows, all In His Name, came forward and changed the usual order 
of disposing of a pennileess stranger in death. They gave the dead Federal 
Soldier an orderly burial and that in a spot, their own, in cemetery, and that, 
spot is unadorned by such shocking title as the Potter's Field. 

Little by little we are all learning what is true Americanism and that we 
' \ are our brother 's keeper. ' ' 

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During the existence of the Jackson Training School there have been no 
deaths among the student body, except when influenza made its ruthless swing 
through the institution several years ago. We had a death last week. 
Master Ben Cook, of Pamlico county, made a brave little fight, but death 
overcame him. He was given a fitting burial in a cemetery near the institu- 

Elsewhere in this number is the story of the sad event, written by Miss 
Vernie Goodman, a most valuable attache of the institution, and one who 
ate3 a little sister with all the boys when trouble comes to them, and whose 
influence upon all, in their joys, their studies, their plays, their school work 
and their Sunday programs, is beautifully effective. 

This is the first funeral ever held at the institution, and the boys were 
visibly affected by the passing of their little comrade, as were we all. 

$ * # -Jjfc % * * $ * $ ^c $ 


Dr. H. W. Chase, president of the University of North Carolina, has been 
out on the Pacific coast investigating the tender of the presidency of the 
University of Oregon. It is said to be a tempting offer. There is some little 
excitement over the publication of this news. In certain quarters a pessimis- 
tic view of the results to our university is being voiced should Dr. Chase ac- 


cept this call and leave the North Carolina institution. The Charlotte Ob- 
server does not fully subscribe to this fear. It is so level-headed as to give 
utterance to the belief that should this vacancy occur that the University of 
North Carolina will not be wrecked. That position seems sound. No i insti- 
tution depends on any one man for continued life and prosperity. The vision 
and constructive ability of Dr. Graham, whose untimely death was deplored 
by the entire state, simply blossomed out in its fullness under the direction of 
his successor, Dr. Chase. The univerity did not become wrecked at Dr. Gra- 
ham's passing; and it will not be wrecked should Dr. Chase accept the largei 
position with a larger remuneration. 

Tom Bost reports, in the Greensboro News, Mr. W. N. Everett, Secretary of 
the State, as follows : 

"Mr. Everett will advise the committee to raise the salary of Dr. Chase 
if it is necessary to do this to retain him as president of the University 
of North Carolina, as he was recently offered the presidency of the Uni- 
versity of Oregon at salary understood to be far in excess of that he now 
receives at the University of North Carolina. 

Dr. Chase's present salary is $8,500, according to Mr. Everett. He 
also receives his house with heat and light from the state. However, he 
has to do a great deal of entertaining. 

A salary of $10,000 a year or more will be recommended by Mr. Everett. 
Mr. Everett declares that in his opinion the executive committee has the 
authority to make the increase. 

Loss of Dr. Chase would be almost a death blow to liberalism in North 
Carolina, according to Mr. v Everett, who thinks the present president of the 
University of North Carolina is needed longer on the firing line against 
the forces who are seeking to make education in North Carolina conform 
to certain religious beliefs."' 

No institution's prosperity and usefulness and fame rests solely on one 
man. We think so momentarily when death or removal takes away a leader, 
but only for a time. But, in the face of all this, there is no reason for Dr. 
Chase's going West unless the enlarged salary attracts him. According to 
Mr. Everett's statement the Doctor now has a prettey good berth. 


The fifteen men of the Asheville mob are now in prison ; they are there be- 
cause the majesty of the law so declares. They stormed the Buncombe comi- 
ty jail, seeking an accused colored man, who had been arrested for the name- 
less crime. Not finding him, they proceeded to do violence to the property. 

A few months since their conviction in the Superior court and now serv- 


ing terms in prison, there comes before the governor a petition, six thousand 
strong, asking Gov. McLean to pardon them. A less regulated man, and 
without sense of justice and respect for the upholding of the law, would have 
surrendered before this mighty petition. Gov. McLean is rightly coming in 
for much deserved praise for his courageous and just stand. 

When courts are fearless in meeting out just punishment for the violations 
of laAv, and for such terrible conduct as this Buncombe act, and the Chief 
Executive does not interfere by stepping in with a pardon, without a worthy 
reason, the public will come to have a greater faith in the efficacy of exe- 
cuted law. 

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Salisbury's new high school building costing a half million dollars and 
named for Col. A. H. Boyden, was occupied yesterday for the first time. The 
school was named for Col. Boyden because he has been for years chairman of 
the school board and one of the most active workers for education in the 
Rowan capital. There are twenty-six class rooms on the first and second 
floors and the third floor is given over to special departments. The library 
is on the second floor, is 78 feet in length by 32 feet in width and is supplied 
with all modern library facilities. The building has a tower, the .two floors 
of which above the main structure will be used, one for special activities as 
may be desired and the other as a radio room. 

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Taking notice of the statement that the families of some of the imprisoned 
mob that broke down the Buncombe jail face suffering and want, Gov. Mc- 
Lean writes Mayor Cathey, suggesting that lie invoke the kindly services of 
local relief organizations in behalf of such as are in need. Should this appeal 
fall upon deaf ears, the governor asks to be informed to the end "that 1 may 
undertake to aid you in securing whatever outside aid is necessary." 

Concluding his letter, Gov. McLean gives utterance to a great principle in 
these words: ''I am sure you will agree with me that society must exer- 
cise the same diligence in taking cave of the innocent as in the punishment 
of the guilty.' ' 


The Mardi-dnis is the festival preceding the first day of Lent, or Ash 


Wednesday. Most of the distinctive ceremonies now annually performed in 
New Orleans were originally introduced by the French population as early 
as 1827. The day is a legal holiday, and the entire city is for the time 
ostensibly placed under the control of a king of the carnival, the great "Rex." 

The Mardi-Gras is held on Shrove Tuesday (which occurred this year on 
the Tuesday of this week), a day of pleasure in most of Roman Catholic coun- 
tries. It is the carnival of the Italians, the Mardi-Gras of the French, and 
the Pancake Tuesday of former times in England. 

Among many people throughout this country the habit irf to have pancakes 
for breakfast on Shrove Tuesday, and others have a bread made in the form 
of tangle legs. Just what fortune this practice brings them, outside of some 
good "vittles, " The Uplift is not informed. 


It matters not whether somebody else is better than I am, or possibly not 
quite so good. It matters not now so much whether my work was good yester- 
day, last week, or last year. What should concern me the most is whether 
I am better than I have been in the past, or whether my work today is better 
than any previous effort of mine. It matters not so much whether I was' 
not quite successful in meeting my problems yesterday, but rather am I meet- 
ing them better today? That is the standard by which my work and efforts 
will be measured. From clay to day am I better? 


It goes without saying that' he who has no girl respect will have no self- 
respect; the two are bound together in the character bundle of a boy. 




By Miss Vernie Goodman. 

A great square of khaki-clad boys, 
standing quietly and gravely in dou- 
ble lines, surrounding a plot of level 
.around. In the center of the plot, 
a new grave, a carefully fashioned 
mound covered with fragrant blos- 
soms. On either side of the grave, 
three boys who had lowered the body 
of their comrade into this white 
lined resting place. Near by, an in- 
dividual group of sonic thirty boys, 
with heads bowed and bared in sin- 
cere sorrow for the passing of one 
who had been a member of their par- 
ticular cottage. And gathered around, 
groups of kindly faced men and 
women who turned aside from all 
duties to pay this last tribute to a 
lad who for a year and five months 
had lived under their care and guid- 
ance. Standing erect, with the sun- 
shine of the crisp February after- 

noon flooding his face as he lifted 

his cornet, a boy playing 

"Taps.'' Clearly the notes sounded, 
lingered, and died away in a silence 
that was broken by the voice of a 
minister as he pronounced a final 
benediction over all that was mortal 
of Ben Cooky of Pamlico county. 
For the first time in its history, 
Jackson Training School was bury- 
ing one of its own boys. 

Pen Cook was just one of the boys. 
A rather wistful-eyed, twelve year 
old youngster, who had learned to go 
to school, and to church, and to Sun- 
day School, and to attend to his du- 
ties as did all of the other boys. A 
week before, he had hecome suddenly 
ill. Medical skill could not save his 
life, though he was removed to the 
Concord hospital and everything pos- 
sible done for him. Circumstances 



at his home made it impossible for 
his relatives to come to him or to have 
him brought home. During his brief 
illness, the men with whom he had 
been associated visited him, offering 
anything that might contribute to 
his comfort, and he lacked nothing 
that human hands might do to save 
his life. And when he passed away, 
the flags of the school fleAv at half- 
mast, while hundreds of boys, with 
subdued manner, went about prepara- 
tion for bringing him home for buri- 
al. The funeral service, held on 
Thursday afternoon of last week, 
was one tha.t was impressive and 
ditinctive, and spoke eloquently of 
the spirit of the school. In the audi- 
torium there were' growing plants, 
and flowers — beautiful lilies, carna- 
tions, sweet-peas and hyacinths, sent 
by the boys themselves, by friends at 
the school, and by friends from the 
outside who share witii /the boys 
the joys and sorrows that come to 
them. There was nothing bleak and 
bare about the place. Only a beauti- 
'ful quietness and peace. And when 
the appointed hour arrived, each 
boy was in his place, t° rise instantly 
as the flower laden casket was borne 
down the aisle, the school monogram 
in flowers of glowing red standing 
out from a blanket of greenery, sweet 
peas and narcissi. While they were 
yet standing, a boy stepped to the 
front of the platform. He, too, was 
just one of the boys, and Ben Cook 
had followed his voice often as he 
led the boys in the recitation of the 
Scriptures. This time it was the 
twenty-third psalm that they read, 
and then every head was bowed as 
they prayed together the Lord's 
Prayer. And then another boy came 

forward. He was smaller than the 
boy who led the Scripture, but his 
demeanor was that of one who is un- 
afraid and who is sure. Without a 
tremor, his voice as clear and as 
sweet as on any other occasion, 1 ho 
sang the familiar old hymn of child- 
hood— "I Think When' I Read Thai 
Sweet Story of 01d r " No trained 
choir sang a funeral dirge for Ben 
Cook, but a chorus of nearly four 
hundred fresh young voices sane- 
softly the hyms that they knew and 
loved — ' ' Blessed Assurance ' ' and 
' 'Precious Jewels." In the pulpit 
was Rev. Thomas Higgins, the pastor 
of the Forest Hill Methodist church 
of Concord. He too, was not a 
stranger. Ea,eh month he comes to 
bring a message to the boys, and on 
Easter Sunday morning he comes 
with the message of new hope and 
new joy in a risen Christ. Now h< j 
spoke to the boys of necessity of 
preparation in this life for the life 
to come, and prayed with them as 
one who understood. 

When the service in the auditorium 
was concluded, Ben Cook's body was 
carried through a long column com- 
posed of all of the boys at the 
school, standing at salute. He was 
followed by boys who carried the 
flowers, by the minister, the officials 
of the school, and by the boys who 
filed silenty into place and marched 
to the cemetery. Had a great man 
lain in Ben Cook's place, he could 
have been accorded no greater honor 
so far as the Jackson Training School 
was concerned. 

And all this is as it should be. 
There are those who build castles, 
and they crumble into dust. There 
are those who dream dreams, and 



they vanish in the cold light of the 
every-day world. But those, who by 
any chance, are able to plant in the 
heart of a child a vision of the better 

and the truer things of this life, and 
a hope for the life to come, have 
builded for eternity. Ben Cook rests 
in peace. 

Suppose your father owed a sum of money. And when the time came 
to pay it he did not have it. Suppose he took you to some strange man 
and said, "Here is my little boy or girl. Let me have three pounds 
($14 40) and you may keep the child until I come for him." Suppose 
the man gave your father the money ,and he went to pay the debt, leav- 
ing you to stay with the strange man. Maybe he will be good to you 
as much as he knows how, but that will not be very good. Suppose years 
and years passed and your father did not come for you because he had 
been getting into more debts and perhaps had been taking your brothers 
and sisters or perhaps even your mother and pawning them. Suppose 
you remained the slave of that strange man until he had a debt he could 
not pay and he pawned you to some other man to pay his debt and you 
did not know just where you would end. This is what happens to hun- 
dreds of children in Africa. 




By Old Hurrygraph. 

A woman's club recently met in 
Durham and there wasn't a "single" 
woman at the meeting 1 . See"? All 

A lawyer tried to tell me the oth- 
er day that many divorces are caus- 
ed becaused a man loves his wife 
too much — so much that he is jeal- 
ous of her. I don't believe it. The 
troubles lies in the fact that it is lov- 
ing his wife's husband too much that 
makes a wreck out of the average 
man's home. 

I have noticed that an old-fashion- 
ed man will worry about a suspender 
button giving way, but a new-fashion- 
ed specimen of the genus homo holds 
his trousers up with any unreliable 
old belt and never seems to give a 
whoop -what may happen. 

It does look as if the world is go- 
ing ride crazy. From statistics re- 
cently gathered it seems that people 
would ,rathe)r ride tha.13 talk. An 
electric company has discovered that 
there are more than 17,740,236 motor 
cars in the United States compared 
with 15,369,454 telephones, or aboul 
100 cars to every 86 phones. But 
there is such a thing as a person get- 
ring along without a telephone. 

But speaking of riding and auto- 
mobiles and such things I am re- 
minded that a clergyman in New 
York City, caught speeding, was 
sentenced to preach a sermon on 
speeding. A Pueblo, Colo., speeder 

was ordered to write an article on 
the "The Sin of* Speeding." A De- 
troit judge sends all speeders cod- 
victd to hospitals and morgues to 
view cripples, or victims of reckless 
driving. In Miami, Fla., one reck- 
less must spend every Sunday in 
jail for 10 weeks. An so the hunt 
for a cure of criminal carelessness 
on streets and highways continues. 
The question is, is it incurrable? 

It is told that a certain woman al- 
ways made it her business to visit 
the poor patients in the hospital. On 
one occasion she approached a much 
bandaged individual who was sitting 
up in bed, and after a little prelimi- 
nary talk she said to him, very sym- 
pathetically, "I suppose your wife 
must miss you a good deal." "No, 
mum, ' ' came the prompt reply, ' ' she 's 
got a wonderful aim for a woman. ' ' 

I hear it said, how true I do not 
pretend to say, but it sounds reason- 
able, that a certain Durham wife dates 
her letters several days ahead. When 
asked why she did this she said 
usually gave them to her husband to 
mail. How many husbands see the 
moral in this? 

The fellow who keeps ahead of his 
work and the game of life has some 
time to spare, while the other fellow, 
who drags along, is digging himself 
from under the pile of his slothful - 
ness. It pays well to brush down 
the cobwebs, clean up and a.nd pep 
up. If you will work your headas 



hard as you try to make people think 
you do, will make a great deal better 
showing. It is one of the natural 
causes of effect that the more you 
work your head the less you will have 
to work your hands. But you have 
to keep going, or else the moss will 
begin to accumulate on you, or you 
will be run over. You must keep 
ahead and out of the way of modern 
progress, it's action that insures 
reaction. If you don't clear for ac- 
tion you will get cleaned in action. 
It is a ease, as we lawyers say, when 
you want to accomplish anything, 
si fa capias issue; which means in 
other words, "go fetch 'em." 

The color cheme is being worked 
in every thing these days. It is a 
fad in dress, with both men and wo- 
men. Some people go so far with 
this new craze, that they actually 
look like crazy quilts walking about. 
Vari-colored fountain pens and pen- 
cils are now in vogue. For years 
practically all fountain pens were 
black in color. Recently, however, 
a new style in color scheme has swept 
to the front, and now we have pens 
of red, orange, green and other hues 
tn supplement those of the conven- 
tional black color. The only advan- 
tage I see in this multiplicity of 
colors is that they are easy to re- 
cognize and hard to lose. However, 
the good "points" of fountain pen- 
are not in the color. 

I have three or four umbrellas 
doing business about Durham, but 
jusf where I do not know. They 
left my employ without rhyme or 
reason. They are gone but not 
forgotten. Speaking of umbrellas, 

antiquarians say that the umbrella 
was invented shortly after the flood, 
and has been least improved upon 
of all appliances for human comfort; 
the shape being' now as it Avas in 
those youthful days of the world. 
An umbrella is much like a. pigeon as 
to the guestion ofi possession — the 
lat one who gets it owns it. I have 
observed a few things about an urn- 
umbrella which may be of interest 
to you, reader. To place your um- 
brella in a rack indicates that it is 
about to change owners. An um- 
brella carried over a woman, the man 
getting nothing but the drippings of 
the rain, indicates courtship. When 
the man has the umbrella and the wo- 
man the drippings, it indicates mar- 
riage. To carry it at right angles, 
under your arm, signifies an eye will 
be punched in the one following. 
To put a cotton umbrella by the side 
of a nice silk one, signifies "exchange 
is no robbery." To lend am um- 
brella, indicates that "I am a fool." 
To carry an umbrella just high enough 
to tear out men's eyes and knock off 
men's hats, signifies "I am a wo- 
man." To go without an umbrella 
in a rain storm is an invitation to 
Old Rheumatism to help himself and 
feed on your anatomy. So, the um- 
brella has its ups and downs in this 
world like the rest of the folks. 

Maybe you don't think a honey 
bee can wreck a Ford. Well, it can. 
Up on the Haw River-Graham road 
the other day, a busy honey bee flew 
into a Ford, and lit on the hand of 
the driver. He in trying to brush the 
buzzing visitor aside, let the car 
swerve, and it collided with another 
Ford which was on the road at the 



same time. Flying glass cut some of 
the occupants, including a young 
baby. The busy bee, in improving 
the shining hour, is not conductive 
io safety in cutting up shines in a 
Ford ear. 

Of all the sad surprises 

There's nothing to compare 

With stepping in the darkness 
On a step that isn't there. 

I reckon there were more thoughts 
on love, and more words spoken on 
the subject, as well as written and sent 
last Sunday than any other day since 
that day one year ago'. It was St. 
Valentine's Day, asd that always 
opens the flood-gates of sentiment — 
some and some pretense for the fun 
of thething. But it is well to love 
for one day at least. 

The song of love is the melody of 
life. Since the dawn of literature, 
love has been the one predominant 
subject about which man has attemp- 
ed to sing, to write, to paint, to give 
form and being. From the shadowy 
past, when a slab of stone or a layer 
of soft cloy received the first feeble 
eflorts of the human race to express 
itself, to the mvraid writings of this 

more enlightened age, this theme has 
been paramount to> all others. Poets, 
writers, sculptors, artists of every 
age and every clime have sought to 
interpret it for us. It has been the 
motif in song, in story, in drama, in 
music, in books, in statuary, on can- 
vass- — in every conceivable way man 
lias devised to transmit his thoughts 
to his fellows. Love has been given 
a hundred interpretations, a thou- 
sand meanings, a million tributes. 
Read them study them, philosophize 
over them. Then, when you are tired 
of the thoughts of yourself and of 
others, turn to that wonderful con- 
ception of Love — perhaps the great- 
est ever recorded by man — in the 
thirteenth chapter of First Corinth- 
ians : 

"Love suffereth long and is 
kind ; love envieth not, is not pro- 
voked, thinketh no evil. 

"Love beareth all things, be- 
lieveth all things, hopeth all 
things, endureth all things." 
Wander where you. will through 
the field of literature, you will never 
find a finer, truer, more comprehen- 
sive, interpretation of this age-old 
theme than in these simple words of 
St. Paul. 


Suppose you were sick and someone offered to get a doctor and some 
medicine to help you, and your mother said, "I will ask the* child's fath- 
er," and the father said, "Let me talk to the child's grandmother .about 
it," and the grandmother said, "I must ask the child's grandfather," 
and the grandfather said, "I must talk to the child's uncle," and so on 
all around the family until you were either well or dead. That's what 
happens in Africa. 




Albemarle News Herald. 
We are all familiar Avith that story and his little family 

in Arabian Nights of the wonderful 
lamp and the equally wonderful ring 
of Alladin. But the wonderful 
things which Alladin did as possessor 
of . that .wonderful lanmp and that 
marvelous ring are the creations of 
imagination recorder in a story book. 
These are entertaining and always 
appeal to the imagination of the 
reader, although one reads with the 
knowledge that they are creations of 
fancy. But Editor Josephus Daniels 
relates an experience which he had 
last week in Jacksonville which is 
uot only equally startling, but the 
story is about a real boy, a North 
Carolina boy, and what that boy has 
actually accomplished. The story is 
one which is so likely to fire the im- 
agination of young boys and encour- 
age mothers Avho are working and 
sacrificing their boys, that we are 
going to give this space for repro- 
ducing it, believing that we could use 
it today for no better purpose. 
Here's the story as told through the 
editorial columns of the News & Ob- 
server of a few days ago : 

"I had just gotten off the train, 
coming into the metropolis of Flori- 
da, when there stepped from the pri- 
vate car on the Seaboard track com- 
ing in from South Florida an alert 
and business-like young man, who 
was met at the depot by his charm- 
ing wife and happy young son. The 
boy was so overjoyed to greet the 
father, returning home for the day, 
that he had eyes for nothing else. 
It was a picture! good to look upon, 
this evidently prosperous young man 

I stopped to 
cast a glance at them as, unconscious 
of all about them, they made way for 
their limousine standing in front of 
Jacksonville 's fine . depot. 

The sight of such happiness among 
perfect strangers always cheers a 
traveler far from home, and I start- 
ed for my hotel feeling better for 
what I had observed. This is a happy 
old world in spite of all the troubles 
and the lowering of standards in 
some circles. As I was about to enter 
a taxi, the young man I had observ- 
ed, rather casually, recognized me, 
stopped and said : 

" 'How do you do, Mr. Daniels!' 

For the first time I then looked 
directly at the young man and the 
wife and bright-faced lad. It was 
Eugene C. Bagwell, a Raleigh man, 
who had stepped off his private car, 
for he is now superintendent of this 
division of the Seaboard Air Line 
Railway. His good-looking wife is 
from Raleigh, too — Miss Vera Phillips, 
before her marriage. 

' ' This is the gentleman, ' ' said Eu- 
gene, intorducing me to his young 
son, ' ' ' who gave me the first job I 
ever had as a boy. I was a carrier 
boy for Mr. Daniel's paper, The News 
and Observer. ' ' 

I do not know what the boy thought, 
seeing his father was superintendent 
of a great railway division and travel- 
ed in a private car, while the older 
man to whom he was introduced was 
trudging along on foot to a taxi. It 
looked more like the young Bagwell 
could be giving me a job. 

''Let us take vou to your hotel," 



said Mrs. Bagwell, after I had told 
them of my destination. 

When their limousine had turned 
the coimer and I had reached my 
room my mind traveled back some- 
thing' like a quarter of a century, 
maybe a little more, when Eugene 
Bagwell was a carrier boy on The 
News and Observer. It proved that 
those who say the day has passed of op- 
portunity for young men of real stuff 
are wrong. I have seen nothing in 
many months that gratified me so 
much as to observe the steady and 
deserved promotion that has come to 
Eugene Bagwell. It all came from 
demonstrated merit and efficiency. 
But I was not surprised. Never was 
a morning too cold or dreary when 
he was a boy for him to show up at 
"the Old Eeliable" at 5 o'clock and 
take the papers on his route. He was 
on time all the time and it was a 
rare thing if any complaint came from 
a subscriber on his route. He was 
there with the goods as a boy. And 
that is why he is meeting the emer- 
gency in the most difficult period of 
railroading in the history of Florida. 
The rush has been so great that em- 
bargoes had to be put on freight, and 
the congestion has taxed to the utmost 
every railroad running into this 

"I have never ' worked so hard in 
my life," this fine Raleigh man said. 

' ' Not even when you had to get 
up at 5 o'clock in the morning to 
carry The News and Observer?" I 

•'The hours were not so long then,' ' 
he said, "and the responsibility was 
not so great. ' ' 

He has done the big job as well 
as human capacity permitted just as 

when a boy he did that job the same 
way nearly 30 years ago. The boy 
was father to the man. 

My mind went back, too, to the 
day when Eugene 's ambition prompt- 
ed him to go to college. He did not 
have the money His parents could 
not send him, for going to college 
is costly and they were not well-to-do. 
It did not look like he could make it 
except one thing: he made up his 
mind to go. That's the main thing. 
He knew what he wanted to do and 
was ready to do anything to carry it 
out. His father, who was an alder- 
man from the Third Ward, in Raleigh, 
helped as he could ; his good mothe:' 
sewed to help. That was not enough, 
but Herbert Jackson, then cashier of 
the Commercial National Bank, ar- 
ranged to loan him the balance. He 
had the best security ever given for 
a loan : pluck, ambition, character and 
youth. Colleg ended, he secured a 
railroad job at the bottom, I think 
in the engineering department, and 
step by step has ascended the round 
of promotion until he has reached 
the rung where he has a private car 
and is trusted with large responsi- 
bility. It is of such stuff leaders of 
men are made and most of the real 
leaders have come to leadership with 
little outside help and owe their rise 
to capacity and character. I am 
writing this of Bagwell because as 
one who lived near as neighbor and 
knew him in days when the road 
ahead looked rough I kneAv he had 
the stuff in him to come to the top 
if he had half a chance. He didn't, 
in fact, have more than half a chance. 
He made that half a chance a whole 

My mind went back further. As 



Eugene and his family dropped me at 
my hotel, I wrote my wife of the 
pleasure his prosperity gave me, and 
I added: 

There was only one regret. I 
only wish his mother had lived 
to this day and could have gone 
with him on his private car. 
He looks like her and she lives 
in him. She knew he would 
make good. She would not be 
surprised at his promotion. 
She saw it in him when she used 
to get up before day to give him 
breakfast before he went out to 
carry his papers. And I have 
no doubt his cup would be full if 
he could repay all her devotion 

and inspiration. 

Behind almost every man Avho wins 
position in usefulness is a mother of 
like spirit, who fired his ambition 
and trained him in the ways that lead 
to success. So I fell to thinking of 
that mother, a near neighbor, and 
her indomitable spirit and faith, and 
reflected that if it be given to those 
who have gone before to know what 
transpires on this earth, the mother 
of Eugene Bagwell has her cup of 
happiness, filled to the brim and run- 
ning over, and she says to herself: 
''It is what I expected he would do." 
Such is the faith of noble and un- 
selfish mothers. 


We read from an exchange last week ,about a prominent physician 
whose home was in a city in a neighboring state. He paid the penalty 
with his life because other men had violated confidence. 

The doctor's auto became disabled in the country. After trying in 
vain to start it, he hailed passing autoist for a ride back to the city. 
But none of them would stop. Every one stepped on the gas and speed- 
ed past, afraid to stop because they .apparently suspected an attempt at 
a hold-up. 

The doctor was forced to walk seven miles in zero weather while scores 
of autos "honked" him off the road and sped past. As a result of the 
severe exposure, he contracted pneumonia and died. 

Had he been recognized by any one of the motorist whom he hailed, 
the unfortunate physician would have been picked up and today he 
probably would be alive and well. 

Thus are the innocent often compelled to suffer for the sins of the 
guilty. — Reidsville Review. 




Asheville Citizen. 

Germany 's machinery of govern- 
ment is not yet turned np to easy run- 
ning. Like a new automobile the 
movig parts are still a bit stiff and 
perfect coordination is still to be 

All this recent row with Mus- 
solini, for the Germans, at least in 
solini, for instance, seems to be due 
to the fact that the Germans, at least 
in their conduct of foreign relations, 
haven't quite gotten used to living 
under their new reghue.The ques- 
tion of the rights and duties of the 
German inhabitants of the South 
Tyrol — former Austrian territory 
and now a part of Italy — was in 
process of friendly adjustment through 
negotiations between' Rome and 
Berlin when the Bavarian Premier, 
Dr. Held, butted in and spilled the 
beans with a fire-eating speech. 
Bavaria appai'ently did not under- 
stand — she probably does now — that 
foreign affairs are the exclusive pre- 
rogative of the central government 
in Berlin, and Mussolini for his part 
went off half-cocked under the im- 
pression that Held wouldn't have 
spoken as he did without the know- 
ledge or consent of the men higher 
up. Here were the makings of a 
pretty kettle of fish, but the inci- 
dent now happily seems to be diplo- 
matically closed. 

We say happily, because Europe 
at this writing) cannot afford toe 
many incidents of this kind, and the 
steps taken by other nations of Eu~ 
steps taken by Germany and the oth- 
er nations of Europe in the next two 

or three months may conceivably have 
far-reaching effects. FolloAving the Lo- 
carno treaty Germany has made formal 
application for admission. into the 
League of Nations where by a gentle- 
man 's agreement she is assured in 
advance of a permanent seat on the 
council of the league. The present 
permanent members are England. 
France, Italy and Japan, the four 
so-called great powers outside of the 
United States and Russia, and the 
admission of Germany to this ex- 
clusive circle is more than a gesture, 
it amounts to an acknowledgement 
in the face of the world that the 
Avar is over and that Germany once 
more sits as an equal at the diplo- 
matic table with her conquerors. But 
also unfortunately it means more 
than that : it has raised the question 
of a still futher increase in the num- 
ber of permanent seats on the league 
council, and that is a thorny subject. 
The permanent members are practi- 
cally the league's executive committee 
and Germany's contention is that at 
Locarno she was promised a seat in 
this small and select body and that 
if Spain. Brazil, and Poland — all of 
whom, are canidates for the proposed 
additional seat or seats — or any of 
them, is admitted at the same time, 
then, the value of Germany's prize 
for good behavior will be proportion- 
ally reduced to her obvious detriment 
and against the spirit if not the let- 
ter of the Locarno agreement. Can 
01 will Germany enter the league. 
under these conditions, and if she 
does not what becomes of the Lo- 




By G. E. Wallace 

The shore was drawing nearer with 
each stroke of the oars — its towering 
rocky tree-topped cliffs mounting from 
near the water's, edge. 

James Murray eager to be at his 
fishing scanned the water's edge with 
anxious eves, looking for some break 
in the shore line, some cove into 
which he could pull. 

Down lli" ri ' below him the 

guns of the ■■ glish Heel roared 
intermittent v. Prom the shore, 
opposite the fleet, could beseen the 
flash of a i'.. ; French battery as 

if replied al inl Tvals. 

"Wolfe will be glad to learn 
where thai bal ■ . d." the 

boy ihouhgl a • lindedl still 

tent on the (ishi rig groun Is h 
h d to find 

Suddenly he pulled to the right. 
A small inlet de ore line 

and lowai we&. 

"Now, " h I- " • on h - 

lisli iii'j.*. 

The mouth ol eove wa 3 rained, 

scanni d t In- 
shore. All was quite f>nd peaceful. 
Trees fl ■ waters I'dixi'. 

: o sound could he heard save the 
lap, lap of the wavelets. 

Making his boat fast to a dead 
tree that protruded above the sur- 
face of the water, James stooped to 
gel liis pail of bait. 

Boom — the big guns of the Heel 

.lames frowned. Fighting! he was 
sick of it. Poi' weeks now the fleet 
had lain before Quebec — unable to 
do anything of note. When he bal 
enlisted, one of the regiments of 

Colonials raised in Boston, he had 

never imagined war could be as mon- 

tonous as this campaign had become. 

Again the roar of the cannon — 

then silence. 

"Well," James, bending over his 
bait can, spoke aloud, "today at 
least I'm tree from it. My, but I 
was glad when I was told I could go. 
Until evening I'll have nothing to 
worry me." 

lie sat up in alarm. It seemed to 
biin he sensed something wrong. 

A quick survey of the shore line 
disclosed nothing. All was still. 

Then turning to glance at the open 
river behind him, lie gasped. 

Cutting off his escape by water, 
two canoes were stationed in the 
ith of (lie cove while, a third con- 
taining three men, French, was bear- 
ing rapidly upon him. 

There was no time to untie or even 

slash the rope and free his boat. 

iVO dd he upon him in a second. 

Without thought -James arose and 
". • iviftly into the water. Strik- 
oul for the shore, lie made rapid 
progress. Then suddenly he thou- 
ght, "And if 1 do make it, what 
then? The unscalable cliff that has 
blocked our forces for months will 
bar my escape." 

Drawing a deep breath, he dove 
again and turning under water he 
struck out away from shore, away 
from the cove, towards the open 

Finally he could stand the pres- 
sure on his lungs no longer. 

He came to the surface. 

At the same instant a canoe dart- 


carno treaty and, more important What is then and there decided will 

still of the Locarno spirit"? have an important bearing on the 

The league assembly is to meet at future course of events in Europe, 

Geneva next month to admit Grer- and we shall watch the proceedings 

many to membership, to give her a with uncommon interest. All over 

permanent seat on the council and Europe wheels within wheels are 

last Du t n °t least to take up this turning and turning 'and turning, 

question of further additional seats. out of sight but not without effect. 


Faith's a stronger prop than Doubt, 
Lean upon it ; it is stout ; 
Doubt will break and let you fall, 
Be you big or be you small. 
It will not sustain your weight, 
It's the broken reed of fate; 
But in Faith you'll find a friend 
To sustain you to the end. 

Faith you'll find along life's way 
Vindicated, day by day; 
In the passing of the rain, 
In the sun that shines again, 
In the glow of health returned, 
To the cheeks once fever-burned, 
In the blossoming of trees, 
You can see Faith's victories. 
Doubt's a handicap to you, 
Faith is strength for all you do ; 
Faith, when all is sifted out, 
Sticks right closely by your side. 
Doubt's ,a traitor, Faith's a friend 
True and loyal to the end ; 
Faith, when all is sifted out, 
Wins more battles here than Doubt. 
— Detroit Free Press. 



ed alongside and James found him- 
self seized and dragged protestingly 

The man who seized him was smil- 
ing broadly and unable to converse 
with the boy pointed behind him to- 
wards the water. 

James looked and saw the cause 
of his quick capture — a line of air 
bubbles marked his under - water 

For an instant after his capture 
James considered an attempt to es- 
cape. A kick would pierce the shell 
of the canoe or a struggle would over- 
turn it. In the water he knew he 
was the equal of most. But a back- 
ward glance showed him the other 
canoes approaching the scene and he 
decided that the attempt to escape 
would only lead to his receiving a 
musket ball. So quitely he submitted. 

After tying him hand and foot, yet 
gently and smiling the while, his cap- 
tors turned their craft down the 
stream and. helped by the current 
made their way towards the distant 
city of Quebec looming indistinct on 
the cliffs. 

The English fleet came abreast, but 
if any on the fleet saw the three ca- 
noes, no attention was paid to them. 
The ships lay as usual in midstream 
and only at intervals poured forth a 
broadside at the towering cliffs and 
the fortifications upon them. 

A landing was made. The -bonds 
around his feet loosened, James was 
led by his captors through the lower 
town along the waterfront — a town 
of roofless houses and battered walls, 
a town deveastated by the English 
shells. Up ever up they went through 
streets that twisted and turned to- 
wards the upper town — a town brist- 

ling with guns and grim fortifi- 
cations, a town unscathed by the 

Sentries passed, James found him- 
self on the flat summit of the rocky 
citadel that for months had defied 
the English force. He gasped as his 
eyes swept over the scene before him 
— the broad riter, the Isle of Orleans 
Avith its green hills ! 

Not much time was givin for medi- 
tation. Urged by his captors, James 
was conducted into a small stone 

The door opened into a room — a 
long room, filled with officers. 
At his entrance one arose and turn- 
ing to the men who had James ask- 
ed them a question sharply. 

They answered. 

" So ! ' ' the officer spoke turning 
to James, "so you were sent to spy 
out a way up the cliffs?" 

"Indeed not," James stammered. 

"Then explain", the officer con- 
tinued sternly, "how it comes you 
were found* near the shore at Three 
Mile Cove. Your place, 'twould 
seem, would be on yonder distant 
(feet. ' ' He pointed towards the 
English fleet that could be seen 
from the windows. 

.lame told his story. He told of 
his request to be given leave to fish 
being "ranted, of his capture. 

As lie spoke the officer turned to 
the men that had brought him cap- 
tive and questioned them. 

They seemingly confirmed what 
James said, for after a slight pause 
the officer proceeded. 

Well, Monseiur, ' twas ill fate to 
have lost your day's fishing. As for 
us, however, we can hardly do less 
than hold you as a prisoner. How- 



ever," he glanced at the boys, "your 
youth seems to plead that you be 
lodged in other than the military 
fortress. I therefore will place you 
in the home of friend of mine — a 
Madam Desplein — where you will at 
least be comfortable." 

"But, sir," James exclaimed, "al- 
though I thank you from my heart, 
yet I cannot promise not to escape." 

The other interrupted. ' ' Escape ! 
We will risk that. Your good sense 
will keep you from risking your neck 
on the cliffs when to attempt to scale 
them or to descend is an impossibili- 


Then bowing, he turned the boy 
over to his captors after having giv- 
en them some orders. 

They turned and, beckoning to 
James, conducted him through the 
streets to the house of Madame Des- 

The next few days passed rapidly 
for James. The family with whom 
he stayed treated him as a guest 
rather than an enemy. Freedom of 
movement was allowed him save in 
the evening. Evidently all believed 
that escape was impossible. And 
James himself, gazing from the top 
of the level plain to the river shore 
below, judged that any attempt to 
clamber down would result in bro- 
ken bones. 

A week passed by. It was late 
in the afternoon when James, who 
had spent the day roaming the fields 
far from town, turned his face to- 
wards Madame Desplein 's residence. 
Beside him trotted a little black dog 
of Madame 's. 

• As they walked along James tossed 
into the air a ball and watched the 
dog' frantically chase it. 

Time after time the active lttle 
beast would race madly forward and 
seize the ball when it struck the 

' f You will not get this one, ' ' shout- 
ed James to the dog, and threw the 
ball with all his might. 

It sped across the field, the dog 
tearing along behind it. It sped on 
and on and on then, hitting a stone 
on the ground, bounded high in the 
air and disappeared over the edge 
of the cliff that bordered the river. 

• ' Ball 's lost, ' ' cried James to the 
dog still racing forward. Then in 
alarm he continued, "Come, boy, 
come ! " . 

The dog, however, paid not the 
slightest heed to the boy's command. 
Tearing to the edge of the cliff, the 
dog disappeared. 

Fearing his small companion had 
leaped to his death and grieving be- 
cause he knew that Madame Desplein 
would morn, James ran rapidly to 
the cliff's edge. 

Peering over, he exclaimed in 
amazement. Far below — following a 
hidden path, the dog was clambor- 
ing downward searching as he went 
for the ball. 

Breathless, the boy watched the 
dog's descent. At times it seemed 
as though he could not help but fall, 
but each time he turned and after a 
moment 's estimation proceeded down- 

Finally the bottom was reached. 

"Well," James spoke slowly, "if 
General Wolfe only knew of that 

path. If ' Then he suddenly 

straightened. "Why," he said 
aloud, "why, it is my duty to tell 
him if possible. 

Leanino- over, he whistled shrilly. 



The dog, the ball not found, cocked 
his ears, then slowly remounted the 

Eyes intent on every twist and 
turn, mind centered on the plan of 
the path, James watched him as foot 
by foot he struggled up. 

When the dog reached the top 
James reached over and patted him. 
' ' Good dog, ' ' he said, ' ' you don 't 
know the value of that climb." 

Then quickly he broke a bush, 
leaving it to mark the spot so he 
could find it when he wished. That 
done, he again peered over the side 
of the cliff and mentally traced the 
path, turns and twists that the dog 
had made as he descended. 

During the rest of the walk back 
to town, James was quiet. No long- 
er did he romp and play with the 
dog. He realized the value of the 
secret that he had learned. 

"If," he said to himself, "if the 
path can be climbed by me, then the 
city is ours indeed.'' 

The question of escape, however, 
bothered him. Freedom indeed was 
allowed him in the day time, but a 
daylight escape, although it would 
simplify the clambor down the cliff, 
might be discovered. And James 
knew that once caught attempting 
to escape, no more chance would be 
idven him. 

And so, mentally marking out the 
path with its turns in his mind, he 
resolved to attempt to escape that 

From the evening meal till dark- 
ness time dragged heavily for James. 

Finally he arose and turning to 
Madame Desplein, said, "Well, the 
dog and I put in a strenuous day." 

"Tired?" questioned the lady. 

' ' Well, go to bed and sleep. 

"I think I will," responded James 
and turned towards the stairs. 

Mounting them, he entered his 
room. There he dropped his shoes 
and sat down upon the bed, making 
it creak. Then rising softly, he roll- 
ed up a blanket and placing it length- 
wise in the center of the bed drew 
up the bed coverings over it. 

Stepping still quietly, he crept 
along the upper hall till he could see 
down the stairs and view the front 
entrance. It was clear. In the rear 
of the building Madame could be 
heard talking to her husband. 

Heart pounding, James softly de- 
scended the Stair's, stepped boldly 
out into the ill-lighted street and 
rapidly made his way along it to- 
wards the open fields behind the city. 

People passed him and once sever- 
al soldiers came tramping by, but 
none stopped the boy who, half hid- 
den in the gloom, went his way. 

The open fields were reached. In 
the darkness it was quite a task to 
find the broken bush that marked the 
path. Once indeed he thought he had 
found it and only missed a fall from 
the edge of the cliff to the rocks be- 
dow by quick action. 

Finally the bush was reached. 
Pausing a moment, James mentally 
reviewed the dog's descent. 

Then, praying he would make no 
mistakes, James lowered himself ov- 
er the edge of the cliff. Down and 
down he went. Lower and lower he 
calmbered, helped here by a project- 
ing rock, there by an overhanging 

His goal, the river bank, seemed to- 
be reached, for close at hand James 
heard the raumnr of the river. 



In his eagerness he stepped for- 
ward without thinking. A stone slip- 
ped and James was thrown forward. 

How long be lay amid the rocks 
at the river 's edge James never 
knew. When consciousness came 
back lie felt himself to see if he could 
determine the extent of his inquries. 
A slight cut, a bruise or two, and a 
swollen foot seemed to he all. 

ft was not till lie attempted to bear 
his weigl t on hi foot that J; 
almost screaming aloud vviti i, 

knew thai in falling he had badly 
sprained his nnkle. 

Unable to walk, the uith dropped 
to his kin". -. Th 
out lo pull himself to the vva 

''I've just got lo get to the 
now," he muttered to himself. "By 
tomorrow my escape will he discover- 
ed and when they find I am gone they 
will know I found a wav down 
cliff. ' ' 

And so inch by inch ever the stony 
ground he drew himself forward. 

The water's edge was gained. 
Glancing around James found a small 
log tossed ashore by the current. 

Grasping this, he pushed it into 

the river. Using it as a support he 

kicked out vigorously from the shore, 

heading down the stream towards the 

kering in midstream that 

■i r : )e English fleet. 

The water was cold and chill, but 

Ja :ept steadily at his work. 

-ew nearer — they loom- 
• I lead. 

answer to his cries came 
>£ a lookout and James knew 
was about over. 
It was a day later. James, who 
ordered to bed by a com- 
mand o er, suddenly sprang up 

The d een filled with 

the rrmbh as, but now as James 

looked across the river from the war 
vessel, at the top of the Citadel he 
could see waving the flag of England 
and not the banner of France. 


Dear Madam: I have been shown in the files of the War Department 
a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts that you are the 
mother of five sons who died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how 
weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to 
beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I connot re- 
frain from tendering to you th consolation that may be found in the 
thanks of the republic they died to save. I pray that our Heavenly 
Father may .assuage the anguished of your bereavement and leave you 
only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride 
that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of 
freedom — Dearborn Independent. 



In 1792 there lived in a small vil- 
lage in Wales a little eight-year-old 
maiden named Mary Jones. Her fath- 
er was a weaver, and their home was 
indeed humble compared with the 
homes of today. The furniture con- 
sisted of a bench or two, three stools, 
a rude cupboard, a kitchen table and 
a loom. There was no stove, just a 
fireplace, and at night they burned a 
rushlight, which threw its uncertain 
brightness upon the loom where the 
weaver was at work. Mary's par- 
ents were Christians, but they had no 
Bible, because Bibles were very 
scarce, and the weavers' trade, 
though honest, was one by which rich- 
es were not made, so they could not 
afford to purchase a Bible. They 
had taught Mary all the Bible verses 
they could remember, also all the 
Bible stories, and they took her to 
every religious meeting they could at- 
tend to hear the Word read. Every 
time Mary heard the Bible read, she 
longed to hear more, and longed for 
the time when she could read it her- 
self. In the homes of the poor the 
children learn early in life to be 
useful, and at an age when children 
of richer parents are amusing them- 
selves with their dolls and picture 
books, Mary was sweeping, scrub 
binii, digging, weeding, caring f« T 
their few hens and the hive of b ?es, 
and learning to mend her own little 

One day a neighbor, Mrs. Evans, 
came to the house and told Mary 
that when she could read she would 
be welcome to come to their home 
and read and study their Bible. 
Two years later Mary's father was 

in a village two miles distant, dis- 
posing of the Avoolen cloth they had 
been making, when he learned that 
a school was to be opened in three 
weeks' time. When Mary knew" 
that she was to attend this school, 
imagine her joy, which she expressed 
by saying, "Now I shall learn to 
read the Bible." Not long after 
the commencement of the day school, 
a Sunday School was opened, of which 
Mary was a member. She quickly 
learned to read, and went every Sat- 
urday afternoon to her neighbors, to 
study the Sunday school lesson from 
their Bible. This made her resolve 
that some day she would have a 
Bible of her own, if it took ten years 
to earn sufficient to buy one. Six 
years went by in this way, and some- 
times Mary could commit to memory 
a whole chapter of the Bible on a 
Saturday afternoon, and repeat it 
to her parents round the fireplace in 
the evening. Every penny that she 
earned was dropped into a little box, 
until the day came when there was 
sufficient to buy a Bible. 

No Bibles could be purchased in 
their little village, so Mary walked 
twenty-five miles to Bala, where lived 
the Rev. Thomas Charles, who might 
possibly have one in his possession 
for sale. When she told him her 
story, Mr. Charles' bright face over- 
shadowed and he said he was indeed 
grieved that the consignment of 
Welsh Bibles received the year be- 
fore from London were all sold out, 
except a feAV copies for friends he 
must not disappoint, and the society 
which hitherto supplied. Wales with 
the Scriptures declined to print any 



more. When Mary began to under- 
stand the full import of his words, 
the room suddenly darkened, >and 
dropping into the nearest seat, she 
buried her face in her hands, and 
sobbed as if her heart would break. 
Suddenly Mr. Charles arose from his 
seat, placed a hand on the drooping 
head of the girl before him, and said • 
' ' My dear child, I see you must have 
a Bible, difficult as it is for me to 
spare you one, but it is simply 
impossible to refuse you. ' ' Needless 
to say, Mary went home a happy 

This incident made a deep impress- 
ion on the heart and mind of Mr. 
Charles, and made him yearn to 
some way supply Wales with Bibles. 
It was while revolving the matter in 
his mind one morning that the idea 
occurred to him to form a society 
having for its sole object the publi- 

cation and distribution of God 's 
Holy Word. In the winter of 1802 
he visited London, addressed a meet- 
ing of the Religious Tract Society, 
and made his appeal on behalf of his 
countrymen. Rev. Joseph Hughes 
arose in reply, and said that surely j. 
society might be formed for that pur- 
pose, and if for Wales why not tor 
the whole world? A committee was 
formed to take up the matter, and 
and two years later, in March, 1804, 
the British and Foriegn Bible Socie- 
ty Avas established and at its first 
meeting about $3,500 was subscribed. 
This society laid fast the hold of the 
public mind in Great Britain. Ac 
first the Scriptures were printed in 
less than fifty languages ; today they 
are printed in five hundred and fifty 
eight languages or dialects. — Toron- 
to Globe. 


"I heard he was a," something viciously uncomplimentary, "but when 
I met him he did not impress me that way a tall." The conversation 
concerned a factory official whose reputation in the shop was not the 

"But when I met him." That always makes a difference. Not know- 
ing what discipline a man is under, what requirements are made by the 
successful achievement of a big project, we make judgments which may 
express our emotions but which are very far from putting values on the 

No man is small enough to be disposed of in a sentence. In trying to 
do this we resemble false gods. A man is too big to be disposed of in 
any number of sentences which any mortal can frame. He may be what 
you say he is — but he is other things as well. — Dearborn Independent. 




By Leonora 

Since you received my letter of Oc- 
tober last I have not sleep 'd alone 
three nights or four in a bed, but 
after walking- a good deal all day, I 
lay down before the fire upon a lit- 
tle hay, straw, fodder or bear skin, 
whichever is to be had, with man, 
wife and children like a parcel of 
dogs and cats; and happy is he who 
gets the berth nearest the fire. I 
have never had my clothes off, but 
lay and sleep in them, except the few 
nights I have lay'n in Frederick 
Town. ' ' 

We are all familiar with the well- 
known portraits of George Washing- 
ton, the President of the United 
States; and also with the pictures, 
true to fancy and reality, of some of 
the scenes in the life of his great 
manhood : ' ' Washington crossing 
the Delaware." "Washington on his 
knees at Valley Forge." "Washing- 
ton, saying farewell to his troops at 
Fraunces Tavern." 

The picture of the youth of Wash- 
ington, however, does not seem to be 
so well known; and it is one that the 
young men and women of America 
may well carry in their hearts and 

The quotation above is an extract 
from a letter, Avritten during Wash- 
ington 's early days of surveying, and 
is addressed to a young friend. 

How he perfected himself in his 
chosen profession, and how it help- 
ed to mold and discipline his char- 
acter for the clays that were coming 
is an interesting story. 

George Washington was born on 
the 22nd of February, 1732, in the 

Sill Ashton. 

plain but comfortable home of the 
Washingtons on Bridges Creek, Vir- 
ginia. He was the fourth son and 
fifth child of Augustine Washington 
by his second wife. 

This was a home which any j/oung 
man might be grateful to look back 
upon ; standing upon a . green and 
gentle slope of the Potomac River, and 
filled with domestic happiness. 

As someone has written: "The 
spot gave token of the quiet youth of 
the boy, and the years of grateful 
peace, in which he was to learn his 
first lessons." 

No schooling was very elaborate in 
those days, but Washington's father 
gave his sons all that an ambitious 
will and ample means could give them, 
delighting in the stalwart strength 
and fine, sportsmanlike spirit of his 
son George. He died before the boy 
was twelve years old, however, and 
left his widow with seven children. 

George was the eldest of this sec- 
ond wife's children, and inherited his 
father's farm on the Rappahannock. 
Under his mother's direction, he 
studied for several years after his 
father's death. 

At the age of fourteen, it was pro- 
posed that he should go to the sea, 
and follow the profession of many in 
those days; but his mother's wishes 
to keep him at home prevailed over 
all others, and he remained in Vir- 
ginia to continue his schooling and 

It was a robust boy physically and 
mentally who was growing up in that 
quiet spot. A boy who rode horse- 
back in the tangled woods with ar- 



dor and zest. A boy who did not 
fear storm or fatigue or hardship of 
any kind. A boy whose characteris- 
tic trait was a love of mastery. 

Not only his sports, but his studies 
showed this. His very exercise books 
were a witness. Not only were they fill- 
ed with the rules, formulae and dia- 
grams of the work of surveying, 
which he had chosen to learn; but al- 
so, with careful copies of legal pa- 
pers, dealing with the problems of 
the Colonial Government, and the 
rights of thg different races and peo- 
ples, who had come and were con- 
tinuing to come in endless streams to 
the New Land. He was as proud to 
train his efforts in these ways as to 
excel in marksmanship and riding. 

Washington's skill as a surveyor 
was put to ready use through the 
needs of a connection of his own 

His half-brother, Lawrence, had 
married Anne Fairfax, and a cousin 
of her father, Thomas Fairfax, had 
come to Virginia two years before 
George left school. 

Thomas Fairfax was an English- 
man of fine culture and scholarly at- 
tainments, and loved the Avondrous, 
unbroken woodland included in the 
land around his home, "Greenaway 
Court. " 

English sportsman as he was, he 
was greatly attracted to young Geor- 
ge Washington and his daring in the 
hunt. No less did he admire the 
sober counsel the boy displayed when 
anything of a thoughtful or serious 
nature demanded his attention. 

It was through Thomas Fairfax 
that Washington earned his first 
money as a surveyor. 

This landowner wished to open and 

cultivate his large tracts in Virginia, 
and, knowing that this athletic boy 
was a fearless woodsman and con- 
scious and careful in everything he 
undertook to do as well, he employed 
him to run his lines through the 
thick forests of his land. 

In the month of March, 1748, 
George Washington, with young Geor- 
ge Fairfax and a little band of as- 
sistants, started off through the moun- 
tains hitherto untenanted, except by 
Indians and wild beasts. 

He spent less than a month in the 
wild country where his work lay, and 
in the beauty of a Virginia April, 
returned with maps and figures, 
which, to the satisfaction and delight 
of Fail-fax, showed the older man 
what lands he owned on the Potomac 
and the Shenandoah. 

"It had been wild and perilous 
work," says a biographer of Wash- 
ington, "for the young surveyor but 
just out of school to go in the we" 
springtime into that wilderness, when 
the rivers wer swollen and ugly, with 
the rains and melting snoAvs from off 
the mountains ; Avhere there was 
scarce a lodging to be had, except in 
the stray, comfortless cabins of the 
scattered settlers; or on the ground 
about a fire in the open Avoods. where 
a Avoodsman's Avits Avere needed. - ' 

In spite of all physical hardships, 
George Washington kept on perse ver- 
ingiy with the trying profession of 
surveying. Nor did he lose either 
his health or courage in his work. 
His naturally fine physique seemed to 
be strengthened by the changes of 
.<- eerie and Aveather as he worked in 
the deep forests, laboriously laying 
out the level stretches and the SAvell- 
ing hillsides of the wild but fertile 




Because of his unquestioned success 
in that first venture of survey! u.2', he 
gained a reputation which brought 
him frequent employment. 

The countryside was fast being 
peopled by settlers who arrived from 
overseas, and to whom it wa.i a ne- 
cessity, for future comfort and se- 
curty, to have their boundaries clear- 
ly defined. 

Washington made his home with 
his brother at Mount Vernon at this 
time, and except when the fiercest 
winter weather made it impossible 
for him to do his work, he was com- 
ing and going far and near, busy 
with his surveying, and by his love 
of work, his self-respect and his utter 
enjoyment of life, endearing himself 
to all with whom he came in contact. 

One of the few shadows upon 
these years was the death of his 
brother Lawrence. 

George became executor of his will, 
and eventually the owner of Mount 
Vernon, the home he loved so well, 
the spot where he died, full of years 
and honors, and now the shrine of 
all God-fearing hearts. 

With the growing youth of Wash- 
ington grew and multiplied the prob- 
lems attendant upon the possession of 
the great new land. 

While the English-speaking race 
dominated the eastern part of the 
then known country, the French had 
become very strong in the west. 

Marquis Duquesne had determined 
to take possession of the upr ei waters 
of the Ohio, building a line of! mili- 
tary posts to block the western past- 
es against the English. 

In 1753 matters came to a crisis, 
and the Colonial Government receiv- 

ed a letter from England, authoriz- 
ing a request to the French that they 
peaceably leave the borders. 

The hearts of the colonists were 
heavy._ Travel was tio easy ma iter in 
these days. The autumn rains Avere 
at hand, and even to send a warning 
to the French was a difficult under- 

The Indians were friendly to the 
French, and the woods, peopled with 
these savage allien, were dangerous 
alike to men and hordes, :o say nolh- 
ing of the perils of th-; mountain 
streams, already swollen with the fall 
downpour, and soon to be full of ice. 

Nevertheless, a messenger was sent 
without delay, young Georga Wash- 
ington, who now bore the fitle of 

The young man's years of survey- 
ing had taught him woodcraft like 
the Indians, and his long travel in 
the unbroken wilderness liar, tested 
his strength and courage. 

On the first of October, 1753, he 
set out for the mountains to perform, 
his mission. Christopher Gist, a fur 
trader, a frontiersman and a friend 
of the Indians, went with him. The 
two were accompanied by a few serv- 
ants and pack horses. 

The party traveled through the 
bleak November forests without fear 
and without mishap, as we know the 
tale, and on the 11th of December 
reached the spot now known as Wa- 
terford in Western Pennsylvania. 
Fort Le Boeuf, the French head- 
quarters, was named for the bison, 
which frequented the Alleghanies. 

It was in the cold twilight of a 
winter day that Washington and his 
companions reached the then drench- 
ed and muddv clearing. 



They had covered over two hundred 
and fifty miles through dense woods 
and across raging rivers in an almost 
ceaseless fall of snow and rain. 
Sometimes there had not been even 
an Indian's trail or a buffalo track to 
guide them. 

Major Washington was received by 
the thoughtful and scholarly French- 
man, and the message was delivered. 

On his return home we will leave 
him, except to say that he reached 

Virginia agaain unharmed by fatigue, 
even on the second long journey. We 
read that he showed patience with 
hardship which tried and unnerved 
even the sturdy frontiersman Gist. 
When the horses gave out Washing- 
ton left them to come by easier stages 
with his associates and with one com- 
panion, went himself on foot. 

Truly the boy was father to the 


By Clyde Bristow 

<1 number of the boys have been 
cutting wood for the past few days. 

Ben Winders was recently given a 
position in the laundry. 

Mr. Hudson and three of the boys 
trimmed the hedges near the Can- 
non Memorial building last week. 

the chicken house. They have also 
been sorting out some of the chick- 
ens, during the past week. 

Valentine day past almost unnoticed 
by the boys at the institution last 
week, although some of the boys re- 
ceived one from their home folks. 

Night shirts were distributed to 
all the boys at the intsitution during 
the past week. 

Horace McCall has been given a 
position in the print shop. We hope 
that he will make a good printer in 

the future. 

Albert Perdue and Chas. Garret, 
former boys at this institution, were 
visitors here last week. 

James Watts, a member of the 
eighth cottage, received his parole 
last week. He was also a member 
of the barn force. 

Mr. Sam B. Kennett, former offi- 
cer at the institution, was a visitor 
here last Friday. 

Abraham Goodman, member of the 
fourth cottage, received his parole 
during the past week. 

Mr. Lisk and some of the chicken 
boys put some straw and leaves in 

Last Saturday evening was good 
and warm so the boys and some of 
the officers chose their teams and 
played the second game of base-ball 
that has been played at the institu- 
tion this year. Lee McBride and Cox 
were the batteries for one of the 
teams, and Hatley, Smith and Pickett 
for the other. The score for the 



evening was 16 to 6. A number of 
the boys take great interest in play- 
ing this great American game. 

The following boys : Lee McBride, 
Bill Billings, Clarence Hendley, Gor- 
don Ellis, Clarence Davis, Herbert 
Poteat, Jack Stevenson, Paul Collier, 
James Hunnsucker, James Williams, 
Otis Dhue and Clyde Peterson were 
visited by their parents and relatives 
last Wednesdav. 

As last Friday was the birthday 
of Abraham Lincoln, the ,'boys in 
the evening and morning sections of 
Room No. One prepared talks about 
the "'Life of Lincoln." Several of 
the boys made from a three to a Ave 
minute talk upon the subject. 

As the weather is getting warmer 
the boys in most of the cottages sit 
around in the sunshine, .on the lawns 
Sunday afternoons. It will not be 
long before they will go out after 
supper during the week to pitch horse 
shoes and play other different games. 

Capt. Grrier and a number of boys 
have been leveling the lawn in front 
of the sixth and seventh cottages. 
The barn force hauled the flirt from 
near the chicken house. 

The services were conducted in the 
auditorium last Sunday by Rev. Mr. 
Hansel, of Concord. His selected 
Scripture reading was from the six- 
teenth chapter of first Samuel. His 
text was from the seventh verse 
Which reads: "But the Lord said 
unto Samuel, look not on his coun- 

tenance, or on the height of his sta- 
ture ; because I have refused him : 
for the Lord seeth not as man seeth : 
for man looketh on the outward 
appearance, but the Lord looketh on 
the heart. ' ' He told the boys how 
Jesse called the sons of Samuel to 
come before him, so he could select 
a king to take his place just as soon 
as he would step from the throne. 
After seven of his sons passed before 
him, and the Lord told him that they 
were not fit for a king, Jesse said : 
' ' Are these here all thy children ? ' ' 
And Samuel said: "There remaineth 
yet the youngest, and, behold, he 
keepeth the sheep. ' ' Samuel said 
unto Jesse : ' ' Send and fetch him : 
for we will not sit down till he 
come hither. ' ' He sent and got him 
' ' Now he was ruddy, and withal of 
beautiful countenance, and goodly to 
look to. ' ' And the Lord said : 
"Arise, annoint him for this is he." 
Samuel then took the horn of oil 
and annointed him in front of all 
his brethren. Rev. Hansel also 
told the boys about your character 
and the way that the people see you 
He said that there were four differ- 
ent ways, (1) the way that you see 
yourself (in the mirror), (2) the way 
that your best friend sees you, (3) 
the way that other people see you, 
(4) and the way that God sees you. 
He also told the boys Iioav to build 
up character, to let faith be the 
foundation, truth be the body and 
love to cap the whole, or the rest that 
it takes to make 'a good citizen. 
Rev. Hansel's sermon was a very 
interesting one. It was enjoyed by 
all present. 


A day's work on the 

When a rail oad sysiem extends for 8,000 miles 
across eleven states and employs 60,000 work- 
ers, it does a big days work. 
Here are the ligures ol an average day on the 
Southern Railway System: 

Trains operated 1,270 

Passengers carried 50,000 

Carload of freight loaded on 
our lines and received from 

other railroads 8,000 

Ton-miles produced 32,000,000 

Tons of coal burned in loco- 
motives 14,000 

Wages paid $220,000 

Material purchased $135,000 

It takes management^ and discipline, and 
a fine spirit of cooperation throughout 
the organization, to do this work day aft- 
er day, and maintain the standards of 
service that the South expects from the 




VOL. XIV CONCORD, tf. ?\'.i7r»RUARY 27, 1926 No. 13 


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♦j*. tailor by the co,at — to his friend by the smile; each ♦ 

j£ of these know him, but how little, or how much, de- & 

* pends on the dignity of the intelligence. % 


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RAMBLING AROUND Old Hurrygraph 9 


' ' JACK 'DOON ' ' James Hay. Jr., In Asheville Citizen 15 


NERVOUSNESS (N. C. State Board of Health) 20 


(C. B. Johnson In The Charlotte Observer) 22 


"WASH" HELD FAST (A Reader In The Independent) 25 




The Uplift 



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Now that Tumulty and House have issued their booklets, it should be no 
trouble for scdiool boys and others to tind a query for a debating subject. 
How would this do to start it off: '' Who has the Big I more largely developed, 
Tumulty or House?" 

(Atlanta Constitution Editorial.) 

"'The signed statement from Governor Angus W. McLean of North Caro- 
lina, written especially for the Constitution and published Sunday, ought to 
be read by every citizen of Georgia. 

The author is not a politician, nor given to sophistry or gestures. He is 
a successful business man and farmer — more largely a farmer than anything 
else — and interested in cotton mills and banks and many other business ac- 
tivities of his State. 

He was called to serve the nation as. a member of the War Finance Cor- 
poration by reason of his great ability as a business executive. His over- 
whelming election to the givernorship of Iris native State was the result of 
that policy adopted by the North Carolina voters to put business in govern- 

Governor McLean stated plainly and unmistakably just what had given his 


State the tremendous, almost unparalelled, economic momentum — paved high- 
ways on a State unit basis and educational expansion including the carrying 
of equal opportunities to all the children. 

Beginning with a program of $65,000,000 in bonds for highways and $29,000,- 
000 for expansion of a State educational system, North Carolina has achieved 
a recent progress in wealth, industry, education and social advancement, said 
Governor McLean, relatively so great as not only to prove attractive to in- 
vestors from abroad, but to present a subject of study for other common- 
wealths all over the country. 

"The most potent explanation of this new era has been the activity in road 
building," said the Governor. "As the tides ; of motor travel have increased 
the fame of North Carolina highways has spread throughout the land. See- 
ing what has been done the visitor to North Carolina is apt to say, "See what 
good roads can do ! " 

Citing figures to show how tremendous has been the advance in material 
prosperity in North Carolina, Governor McLean tabulated increased values 
between 1900 and 1925 as follows : 

True property value, from $682,000,000 to $4,500,000,000. 

Value of manufactures from $85,000,000 to $750,000,000. 

Bank resources from $15,362,182 to over $500,000,000. 

Value of farm crops from $89,000,000 to $318,661,000. 

There is food for serious and, Ave believe, most helpful thoughts in what 
Governor McLean wrote. He gave, without reserve,- the credit for his State's 
economic status to educational and road expansion, coupled with the utiliza- 
tion of her natural resources, including hydro-electric opportunities, and the 
invincible spirit of her people to get away fom petty politics and apply busi- 
ness methods to governmental administration. 

Georgia is a larger State than North Carolina, with probably 500,000 more 
people. The citizens of the two States are the same kind of people, the 
climatic and soil conditions are almost the same, with advantages in favor 
of Georgia. We have more hydro-electric energy, just as attractive rest ami 
recreational areas, more cultivatable farm lands, more mineral and ceramic 
resources ami more large commercial and distributing markets. 

Georgia ought to measure ahead of North Carolina in values of industrial 
and farm production. 

Ts it not time to give serious study to facts, unfettered by political ex- 
pediencies, and by politically inspired prejudices?" 




Cameron Morrison, Chairman, "Last Call Campaign" states that the peo- 
ple from every part of North Carolina are showing splendid enthusiasm in 
their acceptance of North Carolina's quota. 

Organizations have heen set up in towns and counties in North Carolina, 
whose aggregated quotas amount to one fourth the State's entire quota of 
150 r 000 coins, and the campaign has been in progress only three days. 

"A Record Book" is being kept for North Carolina, and in this book a 
record is being kept of what each town in the state does in regard to its 
acceptance of its quota. The name of every patriotic organization, every 
civic organization, the city officers, the newspapers, the banks and citizens 
who have contributed to the success of this campaign, and who have come 
to the aid of North Carolina ! 

We don't believe that there will be a single blank page in this North 
Carolina Book. North Carolina has never been known to ' ' draw a blank. 

A Memorial Coin has been set aside, and numbered for each town in the 
State. This Coin will be sold at auction, or bought privately by some 
patriotic individual. This coin is registered, cannot be duplicated, and will 
always be known as the city 's coin. 

Wadesboro, North Carolina, was the first town to respond to the call of 
Mr. Morrison. Mrs. R. E. Luttle, President U. D. C. Chapter is Chairman. 
Hickory, N. C. was the first town to place bid on her numbered coin. 

See elsewhere the letter written by Col. J. J. Gormley, Adjutant Gen. U. 
C. V. of North Carolina and addressed to the Daughters of the Confederacy 
of North Carolina. 


FEBRUARY 17, 1926. 

To The U. D. C. Chapters of North Carolina : 

It is with a great deal of pleasure I understand that Ex-Governor 
Morrison has accepted the State Chairmanship and will immediately organ- 
ize the state for the sale of Stone Mountain Memorial Coins. 

May I urge that you and your Chapter help Mr. Morrison and his organi- 
zation to put North Carolina at the lead of every Southern State in 
acceptance of these coins. 

We of the Southern Army who are left have feAV requests to make of the 


Daughters, and we feel so keenly the honor bestowed on our Beloved South, 
and our Immortal Lee and Jackson, that we Avant to see that every Child in 
North Carolina, every son and daughter of Confederate Lineage owns a coin, 
and will hold it forever in appreciation of this the greatest honor ever shown 
by any Nation to her people. 

As you know, the time is short, the coins will be taken from market March 
17th. Will you not therefore, forget any prejudice and remember that we 
who hold the memories of the past so dear, make this request. 

With every good wish for the Beloved Daughters who have done so much 
to keep alive the Ideals and Memory of the Old South, I am 

Yours respectfully, 
(Signed) Colonel J. J. Gormley, 
Adjt. Gen'l. N. C. Division U. C. V. 


The article we take from the Asheville Citizen, by James Hay, Jr., re- 
minds us of the first general movement in this county towards making the 
rural homes on the interior more attractive. The old firm of Cannon, 
Fetzer & Wadsworth, the biggest and mightest merchandise organization 
ever in Cabarrus started the movement. Their purpose was advertising 
and creating business. They brought in car-loads of pictures, ehromos; and 
these they gave away free with a certain amount of purchases. Wagons came to 
Concord from half of Stanly, half of Rowan, of Mecklenburg, Union and 
part of Iredell, sold their produce, bought their goods, and carried home 
one of the big framed ehromos, some of them had as many as a half dozen. 
This thing started a love and an appreciation of pictures in the homes, and 
there are yet in many of the country homes today one of these pictures 
that D. F. Cannon, or J. W. Cannon or P. B. Fetzer cheerfully and gladly 
carried out to the departing wagons. They profited by it, they made folks 
happy, and they created a longing for pictures in the home. 

Union county seems to he furnishing many sensations during these days. 
But it is developed also that Union county has a sheriff that takes no 
fooolishness and is on t lie job. If Cliff Fowler fails to clear up what seems 
Pi he a mystery, no one need to try. His address to the assembled hun- 
dreds about tlie abandoned gold shafts in Union County, last Sunday, at 


the conclusion of a hunt for the dead body of a citizen, who was not dead, 
shows the man's practicability and good common sense. When he announ- 
ced that " Monis is not dead, but liveth, and his partner in this ugly busi- 
ness is known, and both will be produced when you are ready for them 
satisfied the crowd, for they knew Cliff Fowler does not talk through his hat. 


The other day the Concord Tribune carried a statement that there were 
nine boys in one of the city school rooms that did not have a change of under 
clothes and their condition was impressing itself upon the comfort and agree- 
ableness of the room. The King's Daughters issued a distressed call. 

Right on the heels of this call Mr. John J. Barnhardt, who rejoices in doing 
helpful deeds, and others responded to the occasion. Cloth was secured from 
certain mills and carried to the school room. Little pants were fitted on the 
boys from the King's Daughters' closet (a great idea in itself), and then 
the boys were asked to carry home certain quantities of the cloth to their 
mothers to have it converted into proper underclothes. 

All save one seemed gloriously happy as they held up their little hands in 
accepting the proposition — all, save one. ' ' Well, Johnnie, do you not agree 
to carry home some of this cloth and have your mother to make you some 
nice, clean underclothing'' he was asked. The little fellow, poorly clad. 
dirty and unkept but with honesty in his eyes, sadly replied: 

"I ain't got no ma — she's dead — and my grandma can't do anything like 

Here is a condition in the midst of an apparent plenty — some are troubled 
in knowing how to spend their money; others troubled in knowing how to 
get clothing to cover their nakedness and food to sustain their bodies. It 
makes no difference that somebody has failed to do his duty, these children 
are not responsible — they came into the world without being consulted — and 
it is a glorious thought that men and women among us, forgetful of their own 
comforts and conveniences, freely volunteer to right wrongs that occur here 
and everywhere! 

The world is growing better — sometimes mighty slowly — but it has good 
impulses and right will some day prevail. We are our brother's keeper, is 
more and more being accepted. 


Hon. 0. Max Gardner and his party that accompaniel the Observer dele- 


gation to Florida, with the Charlotte Observer's boost edition, had a good 
time, and it is not straining the point to say that the Old North State did 
not fail to score. 

From Miami Mr. Gardner took the radio and filled the air with utterances 
that were both sound and very encouraging. Among other things the dis- 
tinguished North Carolinian told while standing on Florida soil is this: 

"We are in a sincere combination to bring happiness to America and 
to offer to the entire country outlet for the pent-up play spirit in our 
national life. The rivalry betAveen Florida and North Carolina consists 
in the struggle for each state, North Carolina in the summer and Florida 
in the winter, to serve the best yearnings and aspirations of the great 
and growing country. 

"Florida is nearest heaven in the winter and North Caolina a veri- 
table paradise all the time. We may confidently expect a massed move- 
ment for Floridians to western North Carolina this summer, and I catch 
a vision of an advance for our state, commencing at Morehead City and 
terminating at Murphy, Asheville and surrounding territory may pre- 
pare for an unprecedented summer season and T urge Kenneth Tanner, 
J. S. Thomas and associates of Lake Lure to build their dam as fast as 
possible to take care of the thousands who are talking about the Chimney 
Rock development. 



By Old Hurrygraph. 

else to worry about, there is always 
the fact that the "bloody Turks" 
still continue to practice their atroci- 

Rubbers are all right for keeping 
your feet dry; but when there is a 
considerable amount of water run- 
ning about the streets and pavements, 
it seems to me it would be more in 

keeping for people to wear their How times have changed ! You 

pumps. can't tell whether the person sitting 

■ at a flat-top desk, with the shingled 

With frequent recurrence, persons hair, vest jacket, and gents tie is a 

who are portrayed as doing some- man or a woman; and you can't 

thing in a sadly upset condition or judge a man by the clothes he wears 

manner, are said to have gone "head — you can a woman — or the contents 

over heels," which we all know is a of a bottle by the label it bears, any 

perfectly normal position and a much more. 

more desirable one than the "heels • 

over head ' ' manner, which it was in- 
tended should be set forth. 

Haven't you noticed that the per- 
son who is always nursing a griev- 

■ ance never sings a lullaby to it. And 

Some people are so literal, and so the more they nurse it the larger it 

greedy, that when they cast their grows. 

bread upon the water they expect it ■ 

to return to them "within a few Home is a place where you can 

days," in the shape of large sand- scratch when you feel like it., with slices of ham, half an In this life a lot of time is spent 

inch thick, in them. on unnecessary things ; pursuing 

about with no dehnit object in view; 

Women are dear creatures; no no aim at anything worth while. Like 

doubt about that. And some are the the old lady who fell in the lake, 

dearest things on earth, with the em- 
phasis on the "dearest." Than, too, 
some can look at a man and make 
him feel as if he were wearing a cel- 
luloid collar that had not been wash- 

these folks seem unprepared for the 
daily deluge that awaits them. Fussy 
and frilly. Have to be dolled up like 
a debutante to look right ; somehow 
or otheraise never seem to get right, 

ed off. Every man has had that ex- or are in the right place at the right 
perienee. time. It's because they are going 

. about fco much, seeking something 

Old Man Worry, and his big fain- they don't know just what. They 
ily of little Worries, would not be so have no aim. 
popular if so many people did not 
hunt them up and make so much ov- 
er them. If you haven't anything 

Some people say that some mar- 
riages are mistakes. ' ' That 's so, ' ' 



said a Durham benedict, of several 
years residence in the state of matri- 
mony, in my hearing the other day, 
and added: "I thank the Lord I 
took the Miss. Happy is the man 
who a Miss takes." 

As unmistakable as the difference 
between night and day; as unchange- 
able as the laws of the Medes and 
Persians ; as rigidly inflexible as the 
rock of Gibraltar is the distinction 
between right and wrong. Whether 
the issue is religion, or government, or 
politics, or war, the rule is funda- 
mental, and cannot be stretched or 
altered to suit conditions. In the code 
of all too many men the ancient 
fallacy, "All's fair in love and war," 
has been extended to include busi- 
ness. I never took much stock in 
that expression. What's fair is fair 
in all things. There is no more logic 
in the amendment than in the origi- 
nal. Nor does the adage apply that 
' ' every question has two sides, ' ' be- 
cause there is no question. Right 
is right, and wrong is wrong, and 
there is no gound for arbitration. 

C. P. Barringer, of Salisbury, presi- 
ded of the state federation of labor, 
at the recent banquet of the Sons and 
Daughters of Liberty, told this good 
one on C. T. Parker, the toastmaster, 
in his younger and courting days. 
He said Parker had a girl and was 
visiting her. The girl's parents were 
going out during the evening and the 
mother came in and said: "Daugh- 
ter your pa and I are going out; at 
10 o'clock don't forget to put on 
your percolator." When the hour of 
1U arrived the young lady jumped up, 
excusing herself, said, "1 must put 

on my percolator." Barringer said 
Parker did not know what a per- 
colator was and remarked, "You 
needn't do that; you look good 
enough with what you have on." 

Life is sometimes shortened by not 
knowing when one is well off. The 
memory of Thomas Parr, who set 
England's standard of longevity by 
living to be 152, is being invoked in 
a campaign by the Long Island so- 
ciety in favor of simple living. The 
object lesson, however, is found as 
much is the cause of his death as in 
the manner of his living. "Old 
Parr" lived under ten English 
monarchs, from 1483 to 1635, and the 
authenticity of the record is attested 
by a slab in West minister Abbey, 
where England 's great are remember- 
ed. Until nearly the end of his life 
he lived on the simplest fare — whole- 
grain bread, milk, cheese and fruit — 
and at 12') he was hale enough to 
marry a second time. But when he 
reached 152 his fame reached the ears 
of King Charles I, who invited him to 
London and feasted him so that he 
died. His slab in Westminister is 
cited by the Long Island society "as 
a warning to those who suddenly and 
drastically alter the habits of a life- 
time.' ' 

These are the days when the din- 
ner hour approaches the good house- 
wife puts on her "thinking cap" as 
to what to prepare for the noon meal. 
In the country the idea prevails that 
unless the pot boils there is not much 
dinners, and the country folks fall 
back on peas and collards and salads, 
alternately, and these, with sweet or 
Irish potatoes, good home-made corn 



bread, butter, sweet or butter milk, 
the meal is all right. For breakfast 
or supper there was the ' ' ash cake. ' ' 
A cake you seldom see or hear of 
now. It is the sweetest corn bread 
ever eaten. It has no equal, save, 
possibly, ' ' crackling bread. ' ' Just 
plain, seasoned, meal dough, made up 
a little stiff, fashioned into small pats, 
laid on the naked hot bricks in the 
big old fireplace, covered with ashes 
and hot coals, and bakes until done 
■ — and there's our "ashe cake." Of 
course some ashes stick to it to some 
extent, but it is quickly washed off. 
The taste is different from any oth- 
er kind of corn bread. ItVs good. 
Don't believe it? Just try one — 
with a glass of fresh butter milk. 
You'll thank me for calling your at- 
tention to a cake that has passed 
away, with the passing of the great, 
big, old open fire-places. We had 
the "johnny cake,'' too, in the days 

of the "old black mammy." This 
was corn bread, too; made up in the 
usual way, just as a hoe-cake, and 
baked on a clean smooth, oak board, 
in front of the fire, like you cook a 
plank shad. One end of the board 
was elevated, and the cake would bake 
to a beautiful brown. With good but- 
ter and a glass of rich sweet milk, 
they were fine. They were once very 
popular in the old south. We never 
have them now. The "old black 
mammies" and the old open fire-plac- 
es are 2'one. 

A girl lost one of her high heels 
on the street the other day. It did 
not phase her one bit. She just 
picked up the heel, and walked off 
on the toe of the shoe on that foot, 
minus heel, just as if the heel was 
on the shoe just the same. Her heel 
never lost its elevation in society one 
whit. It demonstrated its raisin". 


Why can't you hear the bark of trees? 

Why aren't lady's slippers leather? 
Why are ducks called canvas backs 

When their backs are only feathers? 

What is it that the oce,an waves? 

Can a lyre bird be good? 
Why do leaves not leave the trees? 
And why do woodchucks not chuck wood? 

— Eleanor Hammond, in Junior World. 




By C. W. Hunt. 

It is very evident that the constant 
increase in crime has psychologists, 
social service workers, welfare work- 
ers, even church workers guessing 
for a cause. If all the increase in 
crime was of the misdemeanor class, 
blame could be placed on the many 
prohibs that formerly were not un- 
lawful, but murder, assault, burg- 
lary, kidnapping are all felonies, and 
have increased in proportion ; and the 
most disconcerting thing about it all 
the fact that the white youth is more 
often in the toils than the Negro 
youth. If you desire to make any in- 
vestigation on his line, stick your 
pegs down right here. 

The great majority of all laws 
made and enforced in North Carolina 
and elsewhere have betterment only 
in view. Ninety nine per cent of 
these new laws Avere presented and 
pushed to passage by men of un- 
doubted character, but so many of 
these comparatively new laws cut 
deep into personal rights, into forbid- 
ding things that were formerly done 
by millions, which millions were giv- 
en no time to change their habits 
that had, in many cases, become sec- 
ond nature. Hun down a list of a few 
laws {hat have come in a decade. 
Prohibition, with its five wings: pos- 
sessing, transportation, selling, drink- 
i: :j, making; sex relations; stopping 
at railway crossings; speeding; hotel 
sex laws; narcotic; dogs at large at 
nighl unattended; carrying concealed 
weapons. There you have twelve of- 
common violation daily by tens of 
thousands. Some are safe-guards, but 

came ahead of any preparation for 
better citizenship. About eight of 
the above laws curtail personal rights, 
the violation of which concerns only 
the violators ; yet they clog the courts 
with trifles, and make criminals of 
men and women that are not crim- 
inal by nature; in fact until the com- 
ing of these trilling laws were con- 
sideed pretty good citizens. In fact 
a Governor or two and a few jurists 
have found themselves common crim- 
ALS OR RELIGION. Deprive those 
inclined to depravity of what they 
think is their personal rights, and 
you make them criminals by making 
a law; a thing no one ever intended 
to do. Four of the above laws, you 
may pick them, could be wiped off 
the books today and no one could 
ever know the difference, religiously 
or morally. Some of these laws got 
on the books by party fealty, some 
by courtesy, and there is nothing in 
legislating as reprehensible as cour- 
tesy; by which 1 vote for your pet 
bill, you vote for mine. Such is not 
worthy of ten year old school boys. 

But after all that has been said 
above as to laws, their effect and 
how they come, the most serious 
side is yet to mention. When we 
murder some man or- woman every 
day in the year in North Carolina, a 
state of boasted civilization, we find 
life safer in heathendom; almost in a 
eanibalistic state. Added to the mur- 
der each day Ave are killing and maim- 
ing more each day in auto collisions 



with railway trains, with each other, 
and the running down of innocent 
pedestrians. Yet we lift our voices 
in song: 

"I am on my journey home." 
Many are on their journey home 
and nearer home than they often 
know; and by which our boasted 
prowess falls flat. All sorts of ex- 
cuses and causes are offered for the 
conditions named ; some well said, 
some far fetched. Some jurists think 
our trouble is the want of Sunday 
school training, and' have sentenced 
boys and men to attend Sunday 
school. Such a jurist is almost a hum- 
orist, but give him credit for honesty 
of purpose. 

The late Chas. B. Aycock is cred- 
ited with setting in motion a revival 
of education that has outgrown re- 
ligion and morality. If it has done 
either or both then education is to 
blame for our crime infested condi- 
tions. ( I know I have now commit- 
ted the unpardonable (?) sin, and 
stand alone as a. fearless ( ?) writer, 
In the words of the late President 
Roosevelt: "I would not close the 
door of hope to any man or woman 
or child. ' ' But the disciples of Ay- 
cock, and they are a million, have 
lost sight of the fact that labor is as 
necessary as capital, and present day 
education is far away from labor; in 
fact far too many refuse to soil their 
hands any more before they hnish 
high school. The boom for education 
fills the colleges, while more than 
half of those who go through are un- 
educated in true education when they 
come out of the mill. These drones 
crowd out many who would take an 
education and become leaders of 
men. No parent can be blamed for 

wanting his or her sons and daugh- 
ters educated. Many sons go to col- 
lege to dodge work at home, know- 
ing they are not going to work at 
school. Lots of these barely pass 
or are passed on account of the prom- 
inence of the parent when they 
should be sent home on the second 
failure to pass at midterm. IT IS 
TO PASS, enforcing a rule that had 
never been put in action before. Find 
out which school it was. If that is 
ture, then there is sign of better days, 

Do not spoil a good field, hand, 
mechanic or cook by pretending a 
college education. It is so easy to 
get into ruts and float along. Put 
in the pruning knife. Then we take 
on to fads, making them a part of 
our religion, as it were, when there 
is nothing to them. It is wonderful 
( ?) to read the brag about the pass- 
ing of the one teacher school as if it 
had been a crime, when most of those 
worth while in North Carolina came 
from such; but whether you want to 
believe it or not, with the passing of 
these one teacher schools there went 
with it some consciencious teacher 
that was unable to make the given 
number of units, but who bad been 
in a higher business, making men and 
women; and you find the State faced 
with an increase in crime the like of 
which has no paralell in* history. Go- 
ing to high school and college does 
not make men and women; it lays 
the foundation for better or worse, 
often times worse; for the reason 
that the boy or girl has gone 12 years 



in the formative age without tasks. 
Starting in at six the child is 18 when 
out of high school, and 22 when out 
of college. That is too long a period 
at the danger age, for one to he un- 
employed at making a living. Those 
who are right climb, make good ; 
those inclined to a loafing good-for- 
nothing life are possessed of all the 
better excuse for not soiling their 
hands, and become drones, if poss- 
essed of money; criminals if they 
have no income and refuse to work. 
You say crime is the shock of war. 
That may have a part in adult 
.-rime, but not in youth. A writer in 
a daily paper a short time ago said 
"Ignorance is the cause of crime; in 
which case the remedy is education. ' ' 
That sounded like pretty good sense 
from a man that was unknown -out- 
side of his city ward, but about that 
time one of the oldest judges in the 
state of Alabama, who presides over 
a misdemeanor court, said "that the 
criminal cannot be reformed by edu- 
cation, as it is a matter of ethical 

training." An editor of a great 
Southern daily said, commenting on 
what the jurist said: "That is where 
the present civilization is deficient. 
The old fashioned home is largely a 
thing of the past in the cities, at 
least." . 
Summary : 

(a) We have too many useless 
laAvs, unenforced, impossible of en- 

(b) Education has not decreased 

(c) Education has not increased 
respect of law. 

(d) Education that does not stress 
that labor is honorable, honest and 
necessary has denied the faith. 

(e) The home that was once the 
primary seat of government has 
ceased to function to such an extent 
that the world, with all its bright- 
ness, is miserable on the one side. 

(f) A regilion that does not de- 
nounce sin is a makeshift, and its 
ministry is senile. 

They took a vote in France recently as to who, in all French history, 
is the most popular hero of all time. 

Many thought that Napoleon would win. 

But he did not. Louis Pasteud won. Napoleon was next, but thou- 
sands of votes behind. 

In the last two years several biographies of these men have been issued 
from American presses. Napoleon's chapters are headed: "Moscow," 
"The Retreat From Russia," "Elba," Waterloo," "St. Helena," et 
cetera, while Pasteur's life chapters are headed: "Studies on Crystal- 
lography," "Contagion — The Antiseptic System," "The Prophylaxis of 
Anthrax," "Rabies." 

The one was the killer, the other the saver of human life. 

We are more civilized when we vote to give our popular faith to a 
Pasteur, rather than to a Napoleon ; to a doer rather than to an un-doer ; 
to a Savior rather than to a Killer. — Dearborn Independent. 





By James Hay, Jr., In Asheville Citizen. 

The Americans who conquered the 
Indian, felled .the forests and exter- 
minated the buffalo, undertook to 
develop this superb, majestic and 
beautiful country on the theory that 
beauty, as a factor in human life, 
amounted to nothing. 

One of their most cherished, sacred 
and sapheaded blunders was that the 
male person who concerned himself 
with the beautiful had the curse of 
effeminacy, not to say sissiness and 
softness, upon him and all his works. 

Oscar Wilde, when he toured the 
States, declared between shudders and 
shrinkings that the American 's idea 
of effective interior decoration began 
with, and ended in, a tall, round tin 
stove surmounted by an imitation 
Grecian urn turned upside down. 

George E. Merrick, a barrel-chest- 
ed, go-getter, upstanding six-footer, 
planned and built Coral Gables in 
Florida with the ideal of achieving 
as much beauty as utility in all its 
structures. .And he discovered that the 
majority of his well-to-do, hustling 
new citizens, upon purchasing an 
artistically built home, had to take up 
the study of interior decoration before 
they could buy furniture that would 
harmonize with, and do credit to, 
their new surroundings. 

Even now in some of our communi- 
ties boasting bank deposits that 
would make the wealth of Croesus, 
look like a struggling savings account, 
the artist is viewed no taltogether 
with bass-voiced acclaim. There re- 
mains a sneaking suspicion that, if he 
were a real man, he would leave his 

paints and brushes to a weakling 
who had not the brains to operate 
an adding machine or the muscle to 
move a piano. 

They have not yet caught up with 
the ancient Greeks who adorned 
their homes and public buildings with 
beautiful pictures and statues, prin- 
cipally because they knew that their 
young people, surrounded from the 
beginning Avith loveliness, would be 
inspired to nobler thought and more 
heroic achievement. 

But in recent years there has been 
a bold, defiant and determined propa- 
ganda in behalf of beauty put forward 
in America by artists and by million- 
aire's rich enough to snap their fingers 
at popular prejudice. 

The preachment has taken hold. It 
has moved the imagination of the 
manufacturers so that now they pro- 
claim their ideal, like Merrick's, to 
be the combination of the beautiful 
with the useful. Correspondence 
schools offer to teach young people of 
talent how to become designers for 
business houses. 

Big plants have their corps of 
artists whose job it is to put more 
and more beauty into furniture, cloth, 
silver, every article intended for 
household use. So successful is the 
beauty cult that women fight for the 
privilege of buying faked antique 
furniture, not because it is beautiful 
but because it is old. 

There you have irrefutable evidence 
of a nation-wide groping for artistic 
improvement. We are on our way to 
a real and sincere appreciation of 
loveliness. We are awaking to the 



astounding, soul-shaking and gratify- 
ing discoverey that beauty is all right, 
that it must be all right because it 

Xot that the awakening has come 
suddenly. As far back a's 1894, for 
instance, a brilliant Western North 
Carolinian was preaching this gospel 
of beauty, this inescapable truth that 
ugliness of environment puts an ugly 
mark upon the individual as surely 
as loveliess of surroundings begets 
nobility in man or woman. 

Came to this desk a Jew days as'O 
a novel entitled "Jack O'Doon," 
written by Maria Beale, who is Mrs. 
Charles W. Beale of Arden, and pub- 
lished in JS94 by Henry Holt and 
Company. In this dramatic love 
story whose scene is the coast of 
North Carolina, occurs the following 
paragraph descriptive of the hero : 

"He loved luxury, and had heen 
rash enough, upon his coming of age, 
to cut a slice from his inheritance 
and deliberately invest it in what his 
friends called 'trash.' He could not 
dispute their wisdom, but had main- 
tained that ugliness shortened life 
and limited intelligence; and ugly 

things, as household gods, he could 
not have." 

There you have, in a few lines, a 
recapitulation of the original Ameri- 
can antipathy to spending money to 
buy heauty — as if anything more 
precious could be bought ! — and a 
statement of the evil that comes in 
the wake of ugliness. 

Through the whole charming story 
runs this note of protest against the 
prevalent idea and this plea for lovely 
tilings. Nor is the plea in words 
alone. It is also in the lucid power 
of Mrs. Beale 's style. "Jack 
O'Doon" is written in beautiful and 
vigorous English to which the young 
writer of self and pleasure to his read- 

In fact, the plot of the story is so 
well built, its analysis of character so 
shrewd and diverting, and its style 
so polished and authentic as to make 
the reader wonder that it was not im- 
mediately followed by others from the 
same pen. 

But the author might well have 
been satisfied with having struck so 
effective a blow for beauty and the 
love of beauty. 

It costs one and seven-tenth cents to print a dollar bill and it has a 
very short life. A silver dollar can be minted for one cent and it lasts 
indefinitely. This is one of the reasons for the Government's desire to 
put the metal coin into circulation. It is estimated that 40,000,00 silver 
dollars replacing that many paper bills would save the Government $1,000- 
000 a year. — Selected. 




(Monroe Journal). 

Some of the Journal correspon- 
dents have had their say about the 
old hen which sat on a leafless tree 
out in the cold and resented the com- 
plaint of her owner that she did not 
lay enough. Her contention was 
that she could not lay without some- 
thing to make eggs of, and this 
material she was unable to acquire 
in sufficient quantities by her un- 
aided efforts in scratching on the 
bleak hillsides. From the standpoint 
of sentiment one is quite ready to 
accept this old hen's point of veiw 
and to extend to her all the sympathy 
due a neglected and much abused 
female. And when the wise guys 
come alog and tell us in plain busi- 
ness terms that no hen, however 
ambitious and energetic, can produce 
eggs in paying number unless she is 
provided by her keeper with both 
food and shelter, we take it that the 
complaining hen has completely won 
her case before the forum of a dis- 
criminating and fair-minded public. 

Justice is often tardy, and some- 
times it lingers so long that it seems 
never to come at all. Now there is 
the case of Old Speckle. She not 
only had to scratch for what she got 
in the way of food, but as for 
raiment and shelter, she had none at 
all. To be out of the reach of foxes, 
she had to sit upon the lightest 
limb of the trees throughout the 
year, and in cold weather her toes 
were saved from freezing off only 
by drawing one foot at a time up 
under her feathers. While thus 
engaged in preserving the very tools 

with which she made her living, such 
as it was, one can fancy that she was 
able to snatch very little , repose 
during a cold night, especially since 
she must have had to keep at least 
one eye open all the time for ma- 
rading weasels or 'possums. 
Mere In The Man Than In The Land. 
Years ago when people began to 
talk about the better farming and 
the change in economic currents be- 
gan to wreck the old-time farm life, 
some coined a phrase which stuck, 
namely, that there is more in the man 
than there is in the land. Perhaps 
from this hint, as well as from ex- 
perience and demonstration, some 
one arrived at the conclusion that 
scantiness of the egg basket was due 
as much to Old Speckle's owner as 
to that energetic old lady herself. 
Speckle was what conditions and a 
hard life had made her. She was 
not an egg specialist because that 
had not been her first consideration 
in life. Such eggs as she laid came 
only in " reponse to nature's pro- 
pelling impulse upon all creatures to 
reproduce life of their kind. Coming 
up like all out domestic animals 
have come up, from the wild state, 
nature had given her no instinct to 
become a food source for man by 
producing more eggs than were 
necessary to her main business of 
perpetuating her breed. Behold the 
wild birds they still lay only enough 
eggs to hatch a yearly brood. So 
when man began to train the hen for 
his own purposes as a converter of 
raw material into palatable food for 



himself, it took him a good long 
time to understand what part of 
the obligation he himself was as- 
suming and Avhat part might rightly 
remain to the hen. For a very long 
time he seems to have thought that 
he had entered into no mutual obli- 
gation at all, but that Old Speck 
should main tain herself, produce her 
yearly brood, and give him an 
abundance of eggs in addition. And 
as time went on and the food value 
of Old Speck's product became better 
and better understood and more 
eagerly sought after, Mr. Man de- 
cided that it was up to him to 
come to her assistance. And once 
this matter was throughly compre- 
hended, it must be admitted that man 
has done wonders. He has changed 
the whole direction and purpose of 
Old Speck's life. He has surrounded 
her by an environment and a 
constant suggestion that has made 
her see that the chief purpose of her 
life is not merely to keep up exist- 
ence but to assume a giant part of 
the white man's burden. In short, 
she has been trained into the idea 
which moves civilization, namely, 
that it's not all of life nor all of 
death to die, but that production is 
the chief aim of . existence, pro- 
duction and more production. And 
while man lias contrived his machines 
so that they have increased pro- 
duction ten thousand fold, Old Speck 
has not lagged behind. 

And She Now Builds Houses. 
Always there are poeple who be- 
lieve in the old way and will not 
bother about the new. It must- 
have been such a master as this 
which the old hen complained of 
when she sat on a leafless tree. 

There are yet those who think that 
the hen ought to find herself and 
work for him for nothing. But this 
cannot be done, even by those strains 
of fowls which have been bred to 
the new responsibility of egg pro- 
duction. Hence there are still peo- 
ple who "keep" chickens by let- 
ting them keep themselves, and find 
no profit therein. They are still 
unconverted to the principle of the 
division or labor. They want Old 
Speck to do her work and theirs 
too. On the other hand more and 
more people are finding out that the 
more they do for the been the more 
she will do for them, in fact that 
under modern conditions, if he does 
his full part she can go a long May 
towards making life easy and pros- 
perous for him. Old Speck did her 
best in her day, but her grand- 
daughters, reinforced by the help of 
their owners are building houses, 
lifting mortgages, buying land educa- 
ting the young, and a thousand 
other things. Witness the highly 
entertaining story in this issue of 
the paper about some people in this 
county are able to do by properly 
reinforcing the efforts of the hen. 
And in view of all the evidence, don't 
you think 'that Broom is about right 
when he says that success with chick- 
ens depends entirely upon the man 
or the woman, as the case may be"? 
Egjs From The Cellestial Kingdom. 
We have not read up on the history 
of chickens, how and when they be- 
came domesticated and how the differ- 
ent strains were developed. IVrhaps 
there is no authentic history. We 
are told that millions of eggs are im- 
ported into the United States from 
China. We infer from this fact that 



the celestials must be pretty expert 
in giving aid and comfort to the hen. 
And from the fact that many of our 
strains, such as Buff Cochins, big 
bodies and feather legs generally, 
come from the oriental countries, we 
infer that the Asiatic peoples have 
kept chickens so long that neither 
memory, tradition nor history can 
tell when they began. But the point 
here is that while eggs are brought 
to this country from China, and cold 
storage eggs brought to Charlotte and 
Monroe, there is evidence that money 
can be made and made well, safely, 
and surely from eggs produced in 
Union county, and that lb ere is not 
likely to ever be a serious lack of 
market. To be sure the market is 
going up and going down, but so long 
as there is a market for anything 
there is likely to be a good market 
for good fresh eggs. And, as the 
poultry leaders point out, chicken 
farming fits into cotton farming like 
a glove. And for our section, the 
chicken and the cow are bound to be 
the life savers of the cotton farmer. 
And these people who are doing it 
show plainlly that chickens can buy 
more than the gas for the flivver. 
And one of the best things about it 
is that it opens an opportunity for 
the women and children. This lo- 
cality is well set for marketing. 
Poultry and egg trains are constantly 
coming through begging for supplies. 
Don't Forget The Ice Box. 
We are not much on giving advice, 
especially to farmers. Of the total 
population of this country thirty out 
of every one hundred make their 
living on the farms. This thirty per 
cent of the population is growing 
relatively less all the time, despite 

the fact that about all of the other 
seventy per cent are giving large 
and valuable chunks of advice to the 
thirty per cent that is still on the 
farms. While the percentage of farm 
population is growing less all the 
time farm production per man is in- 
creasing all the time. So we take it 
that since decreasing in number the 
farmers are able at the same time to 
increase their production, to resist 
the lure to town and to absorb even 
a small portion of the advice that is 
given them, the farmers must know 
their own business pretty well. But 
we surely must admit that such stor- 
ies as Mr. Broom tells in this paper 
today about the people he knows who 
are making large success with chick- 
ens, has a great appeal to our imagi- 
nation. We can't see why more peo- 
ple do not enter the new compact 
with Old Speck and run on a co-oper- 
ative basis. Surely it must be fun 
as well as profit to bring Old Speck 
off the leafless tree, give her a good 
warm house, plenty of good food and 
see her work. Especially since she 
will not only pay for the food she 
uses and build her own house, but 
also build houses for her partners. 
Therefore, we feel sure that more and 
more of our people are going to work 
on this line, which calls to mind an- 
other thing, namely, that eggs, like 
cotton, can't all be consumed in the 
months in which the crop is gathered. 
There must be provision for carry- 
ing over the surplus till the market 
calls for it. Hence, we should not 
let our former talk about a cold stor- 
age plant in Monroe die.. We are 
going to need it more and more. It's 
a part of the partnership obligation 
with Old Speck. Old Speck is dis- 


tinetly a business proposition now. And she hatched out goslings 

The days of her hardships as "well as three, 

her frivolity are past, days when it Two were turkeys with slender 

was said that legs, 

"An old hen sat on turtle's eggs, And one was a bumble bee." 


A young fellow, a nice sort of a cb,ap, related recently how he fooled 
an acquaintance into believing that he was sick. Just for the sport of 
the thing he told his friend several days in succession that he was not 
looking well and that he had best consult a doctor. The victim, previous 
to the occurrence -a hearty specimen, actually began to manifest symp- 
toms of being unwell, when the joke was told. In this case no particular 
harm seems to have been revealed, but the experiment was very danger- 
ous and foolish. Suggestion is a powerful influence and when once it 
begins in a given direction no one knows how far it will go. Never tell 
a person an unpleasant thing as a joke. The reaction cannot with ac- 
curacy be foretold. An innocent joke may terminate into ghastly tragedy. 
Some people are easily frightened by superstition; some, of them who 
vigorously deny the fact. It is never wise to make jokes that endanger 
health or sane reasoning. Some people are " queer" and believe too much. 

— Oxford Friend. 


(N. C. State Board of Health.) 

Ju this strenuous age when always the treatment of various complaints 

there appears to be something waiting when the only need is rest, and 

to be done and with never time to do when ordered to bed they all but 

it, we hear more and more of nervous- refuse. Such persons, after being 

ness. With the ever-increasing com- compelled to remain in bed for 

petition in business and in social life, three or four days, often |say at 

and the competition in social life the end of time that they feel much 

may be keener and more disastrous worse than when they first entered, 

than in business, there results an And this indeed is true. They had 

increasing number of victims of lived in high tension so long they 

"nervousness." could not relax and "let go" ox 

The medical director of a sanitarium themselves. There was an actual 

for nervous patients once explained physical exhaustion which they had 

that very often patients, more often not realized until a forced rest 

women, come .in far rest, or for broke this high nervous tension. 



When they did relax the real ex- 
haustion -was felt. After once se- 
curing relaxation, then, this doctor 
explained, it is easy to build up the 
wasted strength and recovery is 

Let's take this doctor's state- 
ment as a valuable tip. If relax- 
ation will cure nervousness, relax- 
ation will prevent nervousness. 

But, the busy housewife replies 
with almost scorn in her laugh, 
"when can I relax f There is never 
a moment for rest at my house."' 
The reply should be, "But there is 
always time to do the things that 
must be done, anil sufficient relax- 
ation and rest are things that must 
be done if health and usefulness are 

preserved.' ' 

Let the nervous woman sit down 
for a moment each morning and de- 
liberately plan her work for the day. 
Allow abundant time for each task 
to be completed before begining an- 
other and follow the schedule. Always 
include in the schedule a period of 

Perhaps nine out of ten will ridi- 
cule this suggestion and say is is 
impossible, and it is impossible if you 
'will not try. But those who try it 
usually succeed, and, what is more, 
they soon develop an attitude of 
poise and self-command which re- 
moves all probability of the need of 
a rest in a sanitarium. 


These rules will help you to know what to expect: 

1. When birds ruffle or peck their feathers, or huddle together, look 
out for changes in the weather. 

2. Flies get worse on approaching storms. 

3. Heavy dew means dry weather to follow. 

4. Soft-looking clouds mean fine weather to come, moderate winds. 

5. Evening red and morning gray will set the traveler on his way; 
evening gray and morning red will bring down rain upon his head Red 
at night, campers' delight; red at morning, campers' warning. 

6. Red eastern sky at sunset means bad weather to follow. 

7. A strip of seaweed hung in the house in fine weather keeps dry and 
dusty-like; in coming rains it gets wet, damp and sticky. 

8. When liogs carry straw in their mouths it is a sign of a sudden 
and big drop in temperature. 

While the above signs may not in all cases be correct, yet by many 
people they are considered very reliable, and Nos. 7 and 8 may be con- 
sidered as positive signs. 




(By C. B. Johnson in The Charlotte Observer.) 

North Carolina! 

What a tale of forward action ! ! 

Fifty years ago there wasn't a solvent hank in the state. 

Fifty years ago poverty stalked abroad. 

Fifty years ago, next to New Mexico, North Carolina was pointed to as the 
most illiterate state in the Union. 

Fifty years ago there wasn't a decent highway in the state. 

Fifty years ago the state's enfeebled and afflicted suffered without the 
touch of a helping hand. 

Fifty years ago the state 's industries were represented by four cotton mills, 
a few small grist mills and lumbering operations on a small scale. 

''Tar, pitch and turpentine" was all that the world had knoAvledge of in 
North Carolina. 

But fifty years ago brave men began to erect on the ashes of Civil War 
conflagration the foundation of a new commonwealth. 

What a change today ! 

No state in the Union has equalled the progress made along many essential 

Today North Carolina pays more tax to the federal government that the 
states of South Carolina, Georgia, Alabama and Florida combined, and ranks 
seventh in the United States. 

Today North Carolina ranks fifth as an agricultural state, first as a mis- 
cellaneous manufactuing state and second as a cotton producing state; first 
in the production of tobacco; first in the production of peanuts; second in 
the manufacture of furniture, and second in the manufacture of cotton. 

Instead of her four cotton mills, the state is the home of over four hundred 
representing half of the entire South 's spindleage. The output of her in- 
dustries annually totals in value $750,000,000. 

Streams that for centuries rolled to the sea untouched by the hand of capi- 
tal, are today developing more horse-poAver than is developed in all the balance 
of the South combined. 

One hundred and twenty million dollars are being expended on good roads 
within a five-year period. 

Millions upon millions have been spent to give the youth of the state the 
best of educational advantages, and from Hatteras to the Tennessee line, 
one finds the whole state studded with magnificent brick school, colleges and 

The rare beauty of Carolina beach and mountain scenes is bringing to North 



Carolina from all quarters of the continent armies of men and women each 
season to rest and play, and for the first time North Carolina's surpassing 
resort advantages are being nationally recognized as superior. 

It is a story of forward movement all along the line. One record is made 
oidy to be broken by a better one and no state in the South and few in the 
nation have been so mucli in the public eye in late years ! 

Come to North Carolina ! 


"/ saw nothing on my trip through Florida that convinced me that a young 
man would have a better chance to prosper and succeed than the opportunities 
afford in North Carolina." 

This is a frank answer to a question propounded to Mr. D. B. Coltraue, 
banker and manufacturer, who lias just returned from giving Florida a look 

This splendid gentleman, greatly interested in all developments and general 
progress anywhere and everywhere, gave an account of his recent trip practi- 
cally as follows : 

"Like many others the desire to see Florida came to me, but, unlike many, 
my desire was to see Central and Western Florida to learn what I might 
about the real state. 

My first stop was at a small town, 
Dunnellun, in almost the center of the 
state. Joining there a friend, we 
were soon on the road, going first to 
Levy county, which seemed to be nor- 
mal, well to-to-do, with no appearance 
of a boom. Williston in that county 
has the appearance of thrift, with 
good homes and business houses. 
From there we went to Ocalla in 
Marion county — this is a very invit- 
ing town, or, may I say, city. Near 
this place is the celebrated Silver 
Spring, flowing- twenty-two millions 
of gallons of water every hour. 

On our return trip to our start- 
ing point, we stopped at Blue Spring, 
which flows twenty millions gallons 
of water per hour. Looking into this 
spring the water has a perfectly blue 
color, but when examined in a small 
quantity it proves to be crystally 

clear. Each of these springs head a 

The following day we started on a 
three-day trip to see the very center 
of the state, visiting the following- 
counties : Citrus, Inverness the coun- 
ty seat ; Hernando, Brooksville coun- 
ty seat ; Pasco, Dade City county 
seat ; Hillsboro, Plant City county 
seat ; Polk, Bartow the county seat, 
and in this county are Lakeland, 
"Winter Haven, Lake Wiles, and 
Moutain Lake, the home of many 
prominent millionaires and one of the 
most lovely spots in the state or in 
any state. 

Polk county is said to be the rich- 
est county in the United States, up- 
on a per capita basis. Its orange 
groves are a wonder. At Winter 
Haven is located the largest Citrus 
packing house in the world, and it is 



finding' a fine market in England and, 
in fact, in all of western Europe. The 
manner of selecting and packing the 
fruit is intensely interesting. This 
fruit is excellent and most abundant. 
In addition to the wonderful citrus 
groves, the churches and schools are in 
keeping with the needs of such people. 

Our next trip took in Oceola coun- 
ty, whose county seat is Kissemce ; 
then Orange county the home of Or- 
land, a city of most splendid homes 
then to lake county with Tabarries 
as county seat, and then back to 
Ocalla, having spent a day motoring 
over the Back Bone of Florida. This 
region is filled with most attractive 
lakes and looks very inviting as a 
place to live. 

Our last particular visit was to 
Honaassassa, a new city built on the 
west coast, by men of very large 
wealth, which they claim will be the 
Paradise of Florida. This, they 
claim, is to he the last word in city 

Many men say and believe- that on- 
ly the surface in Florida has been 
scratched in this boom. This visit 
was a revelation to me, but in no way 

w T eaned from the good old North 
State. ' ' 

The Uplift enjoyed hearing Mr. 
Coltrane's interesting account of a 
number of sights he saw, •which are 
not even touched in the foregoing. 
One in particular touches upon na- 
ture. At one point he saw a hundred 
or more tourists living in camp, us- 
ing tents and automobile houses. 
Near by was a broad sheet of water, 
probably a lake. On this water Avere 
thousands of ducks. When one of 
the tourists was asked why he did not 
shoot them, lie replied those ducks 
are inside of the incorporate limits 
and it. is a fine to shoot one. Then 
*it was brought to his attention that 
the duck line stopped short off at the 
incorporate limits. Even the ducks 
in Florida have taken on wisdom — 
they have discovered that they are 
safe in town but invite death on the 

By the way, there are ducks in 
many of our cities that enjoy incor- 
porate protection and contribute not 
one thing to the support of the/ in- 
stitutions or the maintenance of law 
and order. 


But if that old switch board could be given utterance it could hand 
out more second hand gossip than all the catty clubs combined. It has 
heard everything from the chatter of the baby to the hideoue scowls of 
the drunken fool. It has heard everything from a funeral arrangement 
to the code of the bootlegger, with his "half cow" to his "Whole hog" 
and the other ficticious measurements by which rotgat is sold. 

— Kings Mountain Herold. 




(A Reader In The Independent.) 

After Roanoke Island had been 
evacuated by the Confederates in 
the war between the states, it became 
the niecca for negroes in this section. 
They left the farms and flocked there 
to this asylum of freedom, where they 
could do as they pleased without fear 
of molestation. Xearly all the able 
bodied young 1 men were induced by 
the $300 bounty to enlist in the U. S. 
Army. Gunboats and transports 
came up the sounds and their tribu- 
taries and took them awav until all 

graveyards, and other obscure plac- 
es, where they thought they would 
be safe. 

Mr. Ellyson had several thousand 
dollars in gold and silver money. He 
was terribly concerned about it and 
the following conversation took 
place : 

''Wash, you know I have always 
trusted you and you have never de- 
ceived me, and am not afraid to 
trust you again. I have several 
thousand dollars that I am afraid 

plantations were nearly depleted. A the Yankees will find. Will you take 

it and keep it for me until the war. 
or all danger is over?" 

Wash fell upon his knees, with 
tears streaming from his eyes, took 
Mr. Ellyson 's hand and said: 

"Master, I've never fooled you 
about anything in your life and I 
tells the following story of one of will take your money and keep it 
these old negroes who stood by his safe, and bring it back to you when- 
master, ever you say so." 

There was a negro man on the Elly- Wash was given the bags cohtain- 

son place named Washington who ing the money, for safekeeping, 
was a carpenter. "Wash," as he Now Wash had a sweetheart with 

few on account of kind and humane 
treatment by their owners would not 
leave their old homes. A Coleraine 
on the Chowan River some remained 
on the large farm of J. H. Etheridge, 
also on the large farm of Zachariah 
Ellyson and others. Mr. Etheridge 

was called worker at his vocation all 
over the country, and had proved to 
his owner that he was eorepefeut and 
trustworthy. Mr. Ellyson had im- 
plicit confidence in his integrity. 
During the Avar constant raids were 
made by Federal troops, in this sec- 
tion, especially along the rivers not 
defended by Confederates. All kinds 
of property was taken and carried off 
by the soldiers, at Coleram and oth- 
er places. Private homes were search- 
ed and ransacked for money and oih- 
er valuables. Those who owned these 
things were alarmed and hid them in 

whom he was deeply infatuated, and 
trusted her with his secret. The 
pages of history are strewn with the 
wreck and ruin of great men who 
trusted their secrets to women they 
loved. During one of the raids of 
the troops, this woman approached 
Wash and appealed to him with all 
her endearments and wiles to take 
the money and go away to the north. 
She told him, ' ' there will be enough 
to buy us a nice little home where 
we can enjoy the remainder of our 

Wash told her that he would not 



steal his master's money, not for 
her and all the ''niggers'' he ever 
saw. With all her blandishments, 
she failed to shake his faithfulness. 
Unable to persuade Wash to take 
her and the money, she informed 
some of the soldiers of what he had 
in his possession. One night they 
caught Wash, and carrying him to 
a deserted house, and with all kinds 
of threats of punishment calculated 
to make him give up the money, 
they proceeded to tie a rope around 
his neck, and told him that unless 
he gave up the money, they would 
certainly hang him. Wash stoutly 
denied having any money in his 

They had the- rope over a rafter 
when the scuffling of the soldiers 
inside the building attracted the at- 
tention of a passing officer, who en- 
tered the house and ordered the men 
to turn Wash loose. But for this 
timely interference, Wash would have 
been severely choked, if not hung. 

But Wash kept the money and re- 
turned it to Mr. Ellyson when the 
danger of raiding parties were over. 
■ I was 13 years old when this occur- 
red," says Mr. Etheridge " and have 
a distinct recollection of all the facts 
• as related to me. Wash has often 
told me that he would have suffered 
to be hung, before giving up the 
monev. I believe he would. ' ' 


The first reliable record we have 
of methods of tanning hides dates 
back nearly five thousand years. 
From the carved stone tablets which 
were used by the Egyptians at the 
time of the building of the pyramids 
Ave have gleamed much of the history 
of leather. The Egyptians classed 
leather along with the precious 
metals, ivory, and rare woods. The 
Romans at one time used it as a 
basis for money. But in refering 
to the art of tanning, the Jewish 
Talmud infers that it was not a 
respected one. 

The oldest form of satisfactory 
tanning was effected by massaging 
oil into the hide after the pores had 
been opened by repeated washings. 
To the Hebrews we are indebted for 
the introduction of the use of oak 
bark as tannin. With the rise of the 
European guild system trie leather in- 

dustry offered various opportunities 
for organizations among which were 
the saddlers, cobblers and tanners. 
For a time these organizations be- 
came influential socially and politi- 

Then came the discoverey of Ameri- 
ca. When the white man came he 
found the Indian an extensive user of 
leather and to be in the possession 
of the secret of the "buckskin tan," 
a process which, with all the modern 
scientific methods, has never been ex- 
celled for pliability, imperviousness 
to water, and smoothness. How the 
American Indian learned to tan is un- 
known. From the Indians the early 
settlers learned the art of moccasin 
making, but not until 1628 were any 
shoes made in America. Those who 
wore shoes either got them from, Eu- 
rope or wore moccasins which they 


During the latter part of the eigh- 
teenth century Sir Humphrey Davy, 
an Englishman, added to the list of 
available tannins hemlock, valmonia, 
mimosa, divi divi, myrobolans, que- 
bracho (a native of Paraguay and 
Argetina), oak wood and chestnut. 
Owing to the vast hemlock forests 
America possessed she readily took 
the lead in the output of leather and 
with the rapid development of rail- 
roads the tanning industry soon lie- 
came centralized and advanced rapid- 
ly. To America the world is indebt- 
ed for the contribution of machinery 
to the tanning industry. The most 
important among her contributions 
were the splitting machine and the 
scraper. More recent introductions 
are concentrated and extract tannin 
and the use of chromium salts. 

Now to take a peep into the tan- 
nery ! Leather comes from animal 
pelts. These are shipped to the tan- 
ner green-salted, dry or dry-salted. 
Pelts are classed as hides, from the 
larger animals such as buffaloes, 
steers, cows, etc. ; kips, from under- 
sized animals; and skins from the 
smaller animals. The main source 
of the American tanners' supply of 
pelts is the western part of the coun- 
try. South and Central America al- 
so contribute to this supply, and 
some pelts are obtained from marine 
or sea animals. Packer hides or 
those coming from meat packing 
houses are considered better than 
country hides which come from small 
butchers and hide dealers. In the 
grading of hides those damaged by 
the tick and grub are undesirable. 
The custom of branding is also de- 
trimental to the quality of hides. 
Pelts are made up of gelatin and fi- 

ber, the latter being indestructible. 
They are tanned primarily for the 
purpose of making the gelatin in- 
destructible. Upon reaching the tan- 
nery the salt, dirt, blood, tags, etc., 
are removed from the hides. They 
are soaked for a period of three or 
six days, after which they are plac- 
ed in a strong lime solution. This 
treatment loosens the hair and tends 
to swell the hides, making them 
porous and susceptible to the action 
of tanning liquids. 

At the judgment of the tanner the 
hides are take nfrom the lime solu- 
tion and run through the dehairing 
machine. When they come from this 
machine they are light gray in color. 
Next they are immersed in vats of 
tanning liquid for about fifteen days. 
Then they are packed in "round bark 
in another set of vats, with first a 
layer of bark, then a hide, another 
layer of bark, then a hide, and so on, 
ending with a layer of bark. Tan- 
ning liquor is also pumped into these 
A*ats, where the hides remain for 
several days. When they are remov- 
ed each hide is thoroughly cleaned 
with oil. Usually a mixture of cod 
and mineral oil is massaged into 
them. They are then dried by a 
process which necessitates much care. 
When thoroughly dry the hides are 
oiled again and rolled. The rolling 
smooths the grain, compresses the 
leather and serves as a polisher. 
With the completion of this process 
we find the leather rough tanned. 

The most important kinds of leath- 
er are : Chrome, cordovan and patent. 
Chrome leather is tanned by the aid 
of chromium salts. Tests made by 
the government during the World 
War proved it to be the most durable 


for shoes. Cordovan or Spanish 
leather is a soft, fine-grained product 
that takes a high polish. It derives 
its name from Cordova, Spain, where 
it was originally manufactured. At 
one time it was made from goatskins 

only, but now it is made from pig- 
skins and horsehides as well Patent 
leather was first manufactured at 
Newark, Del., in 1819, by Seth Boy- 
den, inventor. — The Pathfinedr. 


At last a Mayor of a city has 
seen what it is like to he editor of 
a daily newspaper. Arthur E. Nel- 
son, Mayor of St. Paul, Minnesota, 
was invited to serve as editor for 
one (lay of the morning newspaper 
of his City. Writing in the Kiwanis 
Magazine of his unique and never-to 
be-forgotten experience, Mayor Nel- 
son says: 

' ' I am serving my 'fourth, and 
praise be, last year as mayor of 
Saint Paul the capital city of Minne- 
sota. I had grown to believe that 
all the abuse conceived by mankind 
was reserved for public officials — 
that a considerable portion of the 
daily insults were heaped on me, 
personally, each day of my incum- 

' ' To my amazement, however, I 
found in the editorship of a metro- 
politan newspaper a job which must 
ultimately, it seems to me, result in 
physical violence at the hands of an 
mtraged constituency. Talk o L 
ibuse ! Things that have been said 
;o me as mayor were flattering com- 
pared to the things that were said 
to me as editor. 

"And in my wake I left a mob of 
angry readers — some whose names 
were in the paper, some whose names 
were incorrectly spelled, some whose 

initials were incorrectly given, some 
whose addresses were improperly 
stated, some who claimed to be mis- 
quoted, some who felt they should 
have been quoted but were not, some 
who couldn't find their item about 
the church bazaar, some who resented 
our editorial opinion, some who were 
so mad they couldn't say anything 
at all. 

"But despite its drab aspects, the 
job of editing a metropolitan news- 
paper must be one of the real fas- 
cinations of life. I do not feel al- 
together competent to judge as to 
this, because one day in the editor's 
chair is scarcely enough in which to 
get 'tough' and 'thick-skinned' and 
all that sort of thing, but from what 
I saAV during my brief career the 
impression grew that once 'hard- 
ened' an editor should find life an 
unbroken song. 

"I take off my hat to men who 
can stand up under the daily grind 
and strain of editing. I take it off 
again to our American newspapers, 
which are unquestionably the best in 
world. What faults we as individ- 
uals may think they have pale into 
insignificance in the light of the 
great service they are attempting to 
perform each day. And when I 
pause to consider what would happen 



if we had no newspapers, a little paper for one day I have had my 
chill runs up and down my spine. fun and may have done some good. 

"As editor a metropolitan news- At any rate I am still alive. 


By Clyde Bristow 

Mr . Hudson and some of the and Aubry Weaver, members of tin 
boys have been pruning the fruit seventh, eleventh and nineth cottager 
trees during the past week. were paroled in the past few days. 

■ Mr Long and a number of the 
boys cut and sawed wood in the 
past few days. 

Hiram Greer and Swift Davis 
ex-Training School boys were visitors 
here last week. 

Last Thursday was a very bad and 
rainy day. The work force went to 
the cottage basements. 

Mr. Ralph Penninger former officer 
and school teacher at this institution 
was a visitor here last Wednesdav- 

Last week the barn boys hauled 
manure and scattered it over the 
ground that is to be planted io 
potatoes soon. 

The boys in Mr. Johnson's room 
all wrote a twelve or fifteen para- 
graph story about the "Life of 
George AVashington. ' ' A number of 
the stories were very good. 

Mr. Carriker and the shop boys 
built a large coop for chickens last 
week. They also repaired a bench 
for the seventh cottage. 

Frank Stone, Flemming Floyd, 

Mrs. Duckett 's third and fourth 
grades of the morning section had a 
little program in their room last 
Monday. The progTam was : Read- 
ings, by Hewett, Devon, Gilbert, 
and Emory. Songs by the school 
room. Mottoes by some of the boys. 

There, was another baseball game 
at the ball ground last Saturday 
afternoon. The first hitter up was 
Lee Mc Bride and he scored a run 
in the first inning. The other boys 
and officers that got a one base hit 
were: Mr. Groover, Mr Horton, Mr. 
Carriker, Mr. Lisk was in luck and 
got two, Cox one, Billings, Williams, 
Pickett, Keenan, Stevens, McCone. 
The two base hitters were : Mr. 
Horton, and McCone. Cox was the 
pitcher for one of the teams and 
Pickett was the pitcher for the other. 
Cox struck out seven, Pickett si>~ 
and walked two. The score was 
10 to (i favor Picketts team. 

The Sunday School lesson that 
that the boys had -for last Sunday 
was a very interesting and also a 
mysterious one. The subject of the 
lesson was: "Jesus Raises Lazarus 
from the Dead." This lesson was 


taken from St. John the twelfth in me though he were dead, yet 

chapter. It told how Mary sent shall he live." He asked Martha 

word to Jesus saying: "the one that if she believed, she told him that 

you love is dead. ' ' After Jesus she did. After talking with Mary 

stayed in the same city for two he then went to where they had 

days, He went to Bethany the city lain Lazarus, he prayed to the Father 

in which Mary lived. When Mar- and then called with a loud voice: 

tha heard that Jesus was there she Lazarus come forth." He came 

met him saying: "Lord if thou forth in grave clothes and a napkin 

hadst been here my brother had tied around his head, Jesus bade 

not died." Jesus then told her that them to loosen him and let him go, 

her brother would rise again. Mar- Some of the people who saw this 

tha said that she knew that he great miracle believed on Jesus, 

would rise in the resurrection. This lesson was a very interesting 

Jesus then said: "1 am the ressu- one for the boys, 
rection, ami the life, he that beliveth 

Can wealth give happiness? look round and see What gay distress, 
What splendid misery! Whatever fortunes lavishly can pour. The mind 
annihilates, and calls for more — Young. 


A day's work on the 

When a railroad system extends for 8,000 miles 
across eleven states and employs 60,000 work- 
ers, it does a big days work. 
Here are the figures of an average day on the 
Southern Railway System: 

Trains operated 1,270 

Passengers carried 50,000 

Carload of freight loaded on 
our lines and received from 

other railroads 8,000 

Ton-miles produced 32,000,000 

Tons of coal burned in loco- 
motives 14,000 

Wages paid $220,000 

Material purchased $135,000 

It takes management^ and discipline, and 
a fine spirit of cooperation throughout 
the organization, to do this work day aft- 
er day, and maintain the standards of 
service that the South expects from the 


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There have come, during the week, among others, certain evidences of high 
commendation that bring great encouragement to The Uplift. 

Mr. R. A. Dunn, president of the Commercial National Bank, of Charlotte, 
writes: "I enclose check for ten ($10.00) dollars. Please apply same to 
my subscription for your very interesting journal, The Uplift. 

Col. A. H. P.oyden, of Salisbury, writes: "I see that my subscription to 
The Uplift is about out. 1 am enclosing my check 1'or renewal and it yives 
me pleasure to do so, for \ have enjoyed The Uplift and always find it in- 
teresting, in fact I read everything in it, and '-an always rind something to 
think about ami improve myself. 1 wish it could reach every home in North 
Carolina. I preserve my copies and give them out (o friends [ know will 
appreciate them. 


An observant writer says one of the much used words of our time is team- 
work. We have always been dependent on one another, but never so much so 
as at the present lime. It usually takes a whole group of us to get anything 


done. No man is more surely doomed to failure than he who imagines he 
can live his life successfully alone. It certainly is true that we are membars 
one of another and that it takes all of us to make one body. My right hand 
is a useful member, and I would not wish to part with it ; but what could my 
right hand do if it did not have the support of the other members of my body? 
They must do teamwork. They must pull together. 

The spirit that imagines the help of others is not necessary soon gets a jar. 
We see our associates forging ahead because they have enlisted others in the 
fellowship of labor. He who takes another into his companionship and comes 
to know how dependent he is upon him and others like' him is getting as much 
done as if he worked alone twenty-four hours a day. And yet there are those 
who strangely imagine they are not dependent on anyone, and, that any suc- 
cess that comes their way is 'due to their own efforts. 

And then there is another element in this consideration sadder than any 
other. It finds its expression in the man who supposes he can live without 
G-od; and he can, but it is a life to little or no purpose. Most of us are will- 
ing to believe, both out of our own experience and from the testimony of 
many others, that he lives best avIio lives, and works with God. For the few 
years we live here Ave should be Avilling to take advantage of all the help 
within our reach. 


Mr. J. E. Latham, an outstanding citizen of Greensboro and the state, some 
days ago speaking at the regular luncheon of the Monarch club, emphasized 
the importance and power of friendship and declared that 

"Friendship as the one thing in human relations that made life worth- 
while. Take friends from people, he asserted, and you have taken from 
life the greatest asset of all. 

Pointing to the value of the civic club or organization to the individual 
and community, Mr. Latham said that acquaintances are the stepping- 
stones to friendship, and it is in the civic club that the business or pro- 
fessional man makes these acquaintances. Home life and religion are 
the two most important things in human life, and these contribute the 
basis for the building of genuine friendship." 

Nothing can lie truer than these views of Mr. Latham. We may think 
when all things are going right and to our notion, that there is no special 
need of friendships, but there comes a time when this view is frustrated. As 
one grows older, if he be normal and not a grouch or a confirmed cynic, he 


comes more and more into a lively realization of the preeiousness of genuine 
friendships, in rain or sunshine. 

These civic organizations are very fruitful in bringing' about a fellow 
sympathy, regard and the finest kind of friendships. 

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On Sunday, U. S. Senator Lee S. Overman made announcement that he 
is a candidate for re-election to the high office, which he now fills with honor 
to himself and credit to North Carolina. 

Mr. Overman says he will stay on his job in Washington, leaving his cause 
in the hands of his friends and supporters. A long service in this great body 
has given Senator Overman a high standing among his fellows and he has ai- 
ways enjo3'ed the esteem and confidence of bis constituency. 

The only known opposition to his return to the U. S. Senate for another 
six years is in the candidacy of Mr. R. R. Reynolds, a prominent lawyer of 

Mr. Reynolds made the campaign two years ago for Lieutenant Governor of 
North Carolina. While he did not win, he made a wonderful run showing 
thai; lie has a host of friends throughout the state. 

Mr. Reynold's announcement is a unique one. He assures the public that 
nobody overpersuaded him to enter the campaign for the U. S. Senate: and 
that should defeat overtake him, he is just what can stand it. Not often 
is such cheerful philosophy found in a candidate. Bob Reynolds lias a big 
asset in his cheerful and sporting nature. 


The public in general has found out ere this that there is in the United 
States Senate a gentleman by the name of F. M. Simmons, of North Caro- 
lina. In all great questions that come before this body of law makers 
Senator Simmons takes a deep profound concern. He has to be reckoned 
with, and it is well. 

The "non-partisan" tax bill went sailing through the House of Repre- 
sentatives with no trouble or obstacle. In the Senate, the Finance commit- 
tee recognized some features not pleasing or satisfactory. The ablest man on 
that committee is Senator Simmons and he it was, by his power and superior 
ability, that engineered the measure into a shape that more nearly meets the 


ideas of justice and makes of it, in a great measure, satisfactory to the pub- 

There are some criticisms of certain details of this new tax law, but the 
public may well believe, as it no doubt does, that it owes to tbis able states- 
man a debt of gratitude for his services and leadership in making' the tax 
measure as good as it is. 

You can't lose the senior North Carolina Senator in a tight where facts and 
details play the major part. 


In all the lamentations over the growing belief that crime is increasing in 
the state, we point with considerable pride to Vance County. 

Superior Court met in Henderson and within one and a half hours the 
criminal docket was cleared and court adjourned. 

Chas. B. Aycock, in his educational speeches, taking a great comfort in re- 
calling an item of statistics, exclaimed "thank God for South Carolina and 
New Mexico. 

Those of us who deplore what seems an increase in crime in the country 
at large and North Carolina in particular may be thankful for Vance Coun- 
ty, North Carolina. 

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News item from Albemarle in the Greensboro News is headed: "Stanly 
County is winding up consolidated plan — contract has been awarded for last 
three of the county's new schools." 

Our neighbor on the east has about finished its great constructive program, 
while his neighbor on the west (Cabarrus) hasn't a single consolidated dis- 
trict. And none of her pupils has ever seen a school truck. 

Are Stanly County's children more deserving than the little tots in Cabar- 

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In the ['. S. Senate on Tuesday, Senator McKellar vigorously assailed Col. 
K. M. Mouse for publication of lus papers disclosing his relations with 
Woodrow Wilson. 

Col. House was accused of betraying the war President and with under- 


taking to show that "he was only a puppet, in the hands of this unknown 
colonel from Texas. ' ' 


The daily readers of the Raleigh News & Observer have for a period missed 
the fluenit pen of Ben Dixon MacNeill, the author and creator of a special 
column under the caption ' ' Cellar & Garret. ' ' MacNeill has been sick at his 
mother's home down in Cumberland. According to his own account the thing 
that hastened his recovery was the converting of a big crack in the plastered 
nail into a great river, along Avhich he built fine towns and cities, innumer- 
able industrial plants and homes overflowing with bright and charming 


It is very fortunate for House, at least, that many of the leading subjects 
in his alleged diary are dead and unable to speak for themselves. Some of 
the vanity stuff in his statements would probably not be broadcasted were 
Walter H. Page in the flesh. The more Ave read these letters of House, while 
they are engaging, the more we come to think that probably many of them 
may have been edited, or even revised or^ even imagined long after the events 
of which they purport to record. 

As was expected by nearly everybody, Dr. Chase will remain at the Uni- 
versity of North Carolina, declining a call to a similar institution in Ore- 



By Old Hurrygraph. 

A lot of' folks have been digging man beings. T have known all pay 

up what they allege is the doings life that handkerchief and hand 

of George Washington. Some say waves have been the permanent 

he rook a drink or two; others thai waves all along. But this vibrating 

that he did thus and so. Well, as scientist tailed to mention whether 

George is not here to deny or sub- a visiting wave parked on his neck, 

stantiate the truth of these things,. or kicked him on his ankle. 

I am not worrying. As to his card 

playing I conclude that he never The difference is just this: A girl 

trumped his partner's ace, as his holds a man at arm's length; but a 

monument still stands; and there are wife holds him to account. 

a lot of people living doing a great 

deal worse than (Jeorge did. If this diary business is to extend 

along the lines of human endeavor, 

An old colored woman approached 1 imagine that a few would be: That 

the ticket window, at the railway of a lawyer, brief; that of a dancer 

station, and addressing the agent, would consist mainly of foot notes; 

said: "Ah wants a ticket for Eliza- that of a seamstress, sew-sew, of a 

beih." The agent spent some time doctor, the ills of life; of a dentist, 

looking over a railway guide, ap- pulling out ; of an auctioneer, a efy- 

parently with no success, and then ing time; that of an editor, the write 

he inquired: •"Where is Elizabeth?'' t him.'- -and so on. Von can run out 

"Dar she is; settin' ober dar, on de the avocations and applications to 

bench," politely responded the color- suit yourself. 
ed woman. 

The world war is not ancient his- 

The modern silk stocking is not a tory yet, hut its lessons appear to 

good bank, or postoffice any more. he growing dim -for if I he w< rid war 

They are so thin that they do not hide taught anything it proved the utter 

their contents. 1 saw a girl on the futility of the airplane-submarine 

street the other day, who had put a formula I'^r preserving peace or assur- 

letter in one of hers and it had slip- ing victory. If there was actually any 

pen down in the pear to near the heel. victor in the world war, the record 

II did look odd carrying a letter in of national assets and liabilities to- 
such a place. 1 am confident i I' I had day does not show it; and it is even 
been closer I could have read the ad- more than certain that the possessor 
dress. But the letter was going, just of the biggest airplane-submarine 
the same, and n