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Come on, housewives, with your gar
dens! The Tallassee Power Company is
backing you up. Get one of the three
prizes they are offering for good gardens
($10.00, $7.50, and $5.00). Don’t stop
when the sun gets hot, and the early
vegetables are gone. Plan for a summer
garden and a winter garden. All of
these count in the prize race, as well
as in the expense accounts.
Where there is the proper spirit and
effort made, vegetables grow just as
well as weeds and grass. The Badin
gardens are as good as any of the town
gardens and many of the country gar
dens. So let’s stand in the front line
all the year thru.
—M. L. P.
Cotillion Club Gives Dance
On Friday night, June 20, the mem
bers of the Albemarle Cotillion Club
were hosts at a delightful dance given
for their friends in the ballroom of the
Badin Theater. About fifty couples par
ticipated in the evening’s pleasures.
Guests included, besides local people,
many from Salisbury and other nearby
towns. The music was furnished by
Kreisler’s Saxophone Orchestra, from
Greensboro and Winston. The musicians
were full of “pep,” and with no diffi
culty transmitted this to the spirits of
the guests, causing the dance to be one
of the most successful held here in re
The Cotillion Club of Albemarle has
held many dances, both here and in
their home town, which have always
been a source of keen enjoyment to the
What takes the wood and iron and steel,
And makes the ship?
What brings the seed sown in the field
To loaves of bread?
What turns that bauxite miners dig
And juice produced by wheels so big
Into the finished product—“pig”?
Did His Best
Jack—Say, Boy, your dog bit me on
Tom—Well, that is as high as he could
reach. You wouldn’t expect a little pup
like him to bite you on the neck, would
THE BADIN TEAM
Standing—York, pitcher; Hill, ccnterficld; Kerns, second base; Wagner, rightfield; Smith, shorty
and manager. Middle Row—Cooper, third base; Wake, first base; Cotton, catcher;
captain and catcher; Arnette, utility. Front Row—Stratton, leftfield; Vann. sJiortst®!
S. Austin, second base; H. Austin, pitcher.
Thoughts on the Game
To him who in the love of baseball gives
up the seductive weed.
And thereby saves two bits, wherewith to
purchase entrance fee
To that grandstand in Tallassee Park,
where the great and only game is
Our hats are off, we yield him due
She speaks to him in various languages;
For the games won, she has a voice of
gladness, and a smile and eloquence
Beauty like unto a ball thrown right
into the pitcher’s mitt,
And glides into his darker musings with'
a mild and gentle sympathy,
Like a ball the umpire calls a strike on
the other team.
When thoughts of the last lost game
come like a blight over his spirit,
And make him shudder and grow sick
lie caches another two bits, and hies
him to another game.
To mix again with the Fans and the
dull clod who knows not that the
Umpire comes not to the bat, but on the
field solely for ornamental purposes
And to render deci.sions hard to under
stand even by one well ver.sed
In baseball lore (when against our
To him I say, the game’s the thing; *
else is dross;
So, player, play the game, that
thy summons comes to join ^
The innumerable caravan that moves
the pale realm of shade
Where each shall take his position on
diamond of the fields elysian,
Thou go not like a quarry slave, ^
Thou go not like a potman on the (T'f*
yard shift; ,
But—pitcher, batter, shortstop,
Sustained and soothed by the
brance of all those won fron*
Approach Nirvana with bat in ha”
re.solved to show those ange'*
Good time before you’re caught at
—Isabel K. CoffM^
Big Four .
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Pilchrm' Rceord*—Ttco or
The Record to Date
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