Page Twelve
BADIN BULLETI
jungles, while here in Badin the violent-
scented Chesterfield chases the field of
fice crowd to the windows.
Instead of “You know what I mean,”
we hear “I’ll tell you the truth, Stokes;”
yet the dance goes on, with “Robey”
waving the baton. The swinging pick
and slithering shovel are still S-ing and
S-ing. The work is the same, the heat
is just as heating, and the same old
faces grin at you from the same old
places. To revert to Joe Taylor’s favor
ite Irishman, O’Khyam,
“A little while some talk of Me and Thee,
And then no more is heard of Thee
and Me.”
Somehow it always seems that an un
occupied niche, whether it be square or
round, has so7ne peg that will fit it;
and—well—the “dance goes on.”
Austin and his scraper were at work
getting the school grounds in shape for
commencement, when one of the drivers
complained that some of the little boys
who were watching the work, cussed so
much he couldn’t handle his mule team.
Ye Gods! when a supposedly innocent
schoolboy can cause a green blush of
envy to so discolor the jaws of a Sene-
gambian “mule skinner” that his hands
falter on the levers, it is surely time for
a session of pleading, precept, or pun
ishment.
Of all useless habits “cussing” is the
limit. From the days of good Queen
Bess and her gang of roistering, hard-
drinking, hard-swearing gentlemen-in-
waiting, to the present, when even a
remark about the weather is as apt as
not garnished with a sulphurous adjec
tive, this habit has never gained one
thing for the speaker (except when driv
ing mules or “pushing” construction
work).
Everyone is busy. A perfectly good
church (A. M. K. Zion) is under con
struction in the Negro village; the
Bank of Badin is spending some shekels
on a handsome new building adjacent to
the postoffice; and the Badin Supply
Company is hunting for the elusive dol
lar by building a store just where the
“Dusky Horde” passes from No. 29.
The sewerage and water system in the
colored village are being pushed to com
pletion. Grading and stump clearing
are keeping Austin and the teams on
the jump, and the paint force is rapidly
making the cottiiyes most attractive.
Kiley is very much worried about the
proposed dog tax. He now has nine, of
assorted sizes and colors, and has to look
up his memo, to be able to attach the
proper name to the “dawg” he wishes
to converse with. Likewise, he is an
authority on fleas.
W. I. Stokes is also interested in dogs
—and his progress thru the Negro vil
lage is heralded by waving tails and
canine grins.
W. I. Stokes is still up against it—
his deserted “Flivver” did not have the
license plate removed when he sold it,
and recently the solons of Richfield in
dicted the number for speeding and dis
orderly. It was his left arm that was
fractured some time ago; hence that is
the best side to stand on when asking
him for details.
We all are whistling the “Marche
Funebre”—Anderson has been trans
ferred from the Field Office to Mr.
Wake’s force. He was very unhappy
at the last Office-Construction ball
game. Said he wished he was twins,
so that he could root for both teams.
He wasn’t; but he did.
The argument between Floyd Culp and
Casper as to their relative abilities as
sprinters is waxing warm and furious.
They are talking of having a match race,
catch weights, on the Fourth. Casper
suggests a cake as a prize, while Floyd
says he is not at all interested in cake.
Whilst in a questioning mood, see
Coles, the ex-time checker. He can give
exact dope on the effect of turpentine
on paint spots. If you ask him, play
it safe, as he recently chased “Dugan”
for half a block trying to get close enough
to get him told.
The soft drink dealers in the village
are jubilant and prosperous, as Messrs.
Stokes, Kiley, Smith, Biles, et al., are
attempting to stick each other matching
for “dopes.”
Geo. Scales spent the week-end at
Albemarle recently. He is extremely
reticent as to the visit, but was heard
to whisper “Never No More.”
Paving between the pot rooms is al
most passable, altho there are still sev
eral hurdles, and an obstacle race could
easily be pulled.
Mrs. Cowart is to have a vacation
during July. No matter who may l>e
the substitute, she will be welcomed back.
“ifoss, has they got niggers in South
America? If dey ain’t got ’em. Mist’
Grandy’s shore gwine to feci lone.somc.”
—T. J. Garratt
Somebody ask Starkey Burns what he
paid for his tuba.
Machine Shop
Mr. Hunnicutt has just returned fro
a trip to Henderson, N. C., Massen
N. Y., and points north. It seems M
Hunnicutt made the trip to Hendersi
to attend a D. O. K. K. meeting, and i
the meeting was drawing to a close h
enthusiasm reached so high a pitch i
decided to go on to Massena. He repor
a most enjoyable time, saying that tl
barbecue, etc., at Henderson, was simp
great, and that his stay in Massena ""
very pleasant, due to Mr. Jones, tl
Master Mechanic at Massena, his 01
Eight, the good roads of New York Stat
and additional etc.
Since Mr. Hunnicutt’s return,
Shop has commenced to take on quii
a spick and span look. The brasswoi
is polished frequently, and the dec^
scrubbed continually. .A.t this writml
the windows have not been washed,
by the time The Bulletin leaves t*"
press this matter will be attended
We are not sure of the reason for
.«ipring cleaning, but it is the writ*^
cj)inion that Mr. Hunnicutt found
Shop at Massena in apple pie order, 8"'
feit that Massena was no better,
could ever hope to be, than Badin.
say let the good work go on.
We feel that the Aluminum Plant
is getting better all along. Jack
captain now, and in view of the
Buck Belk works with him he
structed Buck to attend the
with more regularity, and will
forth be with us more than in the
Before long we will have a team ^
will win in spite of the knocks
us by our numerous crepe-h®”. j;
friends. Speaking of baseball, dH
us of the sad affair in Badin
the nineteenth. While there is
is hope; so let us hope that
rearrangement of players our
will be overcome, and we will
some games.
Just recently a new man
to our force in the Shop. He
|K>sition, in fact has the niarkin^^^ jj-
good pitcher, judging from the
nings he pitched in the session
Dugan Shankle a few days
bats on either side of the
dextrous, so to speak. Named •
n!i! hails from Norwood, N’-
Has anyone noticed that the j
lat€ has looked very much like t^e ^ j
Office, at Washington, with j
fangled contraptions in the P ' j
construction and being tri«J j
are led to believe that in th« n