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MR. T. C. SHEPPARD’S TREASURES, INCLUDING THE WELL KEPT YARD
can contribute as much to the beauty
of surroundings and comfort of our citi
zens as the shade trees. Many hun
dreds of valuable trees have been set out,
and the good work is still going on.
Before long, every street that has not
native trees will be provided with grow
ing beauties—tall, slender young elms,
maples, lindens, or some other variety
equally as lovely.
This work has been done in spite of
difficulties, and at a cost of thousands
of dollars. In many places the thin soil
rested upon solid rock, necessitating the
use of dynamite as well as pick and
shovel before a suitable transplanting
space could be obtained. Then the right
soil and fertilizing elements had to be
hauled from some distance and placed in
the holes—all this at an expenditure of
time, labor, and money.
Then came the placing of scantling
timbers beside the trees, holding them
straight and upright in their growth by
means of wire passed through pieces
of rubber hose pipe. And only recently,
after weeks of labor, the slender trunks
have been surrounded by a stout wire
And the long unending struggle
against insects and bacteria! Spraying
mixtures and apparatus for using them;
men employed day after day for the
sole purpose of spraying—thus the long
Of all the trouble and expense in
volved in this the company has borne
the brunt. Our citizens have not been
called upon to contribute a cent, either
directly or through taxes. Of course
rents have advanced somewhat (though
not nearly so much in Badin as every
where else)—the universal demand for
houses and the advancing cost of living
must be blamed for this. And the com
pany has cheerfully undertaken all this
trouble and expense, in order that our
people may have a beautiful town to
live in, and may walk along the streets
sheltered from the glare and heat of the
sun and with eyes soothed by the “glad
new green” of growing trees.
The company is now asking our citi
zens to take upon themselves a small
share in the care of the trees. They
need water occasionally to insure their
best growth. Three buckets of water
twice each week to each of your trees!
Is that too much to ask as your share
in making the town a comfortable and
beautiful place for you and your chil
dren to enjoy?
It is assumed that no right-minded
person will object to doing this, and
every good citizen will co-operate with
enthusiasm in thus helping to nourish
and save the young growing shade trees
which mean so much to the comfort and
beauty of our community.
Let us see if the tree members of
each family can be made to show
greater growth than those tended by Mr.
Landscape Clark in the public areas.
Have you noticed how the Early and
Frazier pin oaks have grown since they
have been watered regularly?
BADIN bulletin ,
The Funks, Valentines, Books, and
Sheppards believe in clean houses,
dens, yards, and you do not see any
weeds around their trees.
Gabriel’s corner, at Nantahala j|
Maple, is looking much better. They j
expect to have a fine yard by the tim^ j,
the maples grow up.
F. L. Greenlee’s European Linden ;
dying. He says he will see that the ;
next one does not die.
Jessups had the hard luck to lose their
By Ruthele Novak
With low-lying lands
And oaks dripping ivy;
With long-leafed pines, pungently stately!
And dusky twilights, lit by fireflies.
Sweet with incense from magnolias;
With misty mornings, drenched in deW'
And baby clouds of fluffy cotton
Gleam from swaying cotton stalks:
Like a voluptuous,
’Neath soft clouds of hair
Colored like ripened corn-silks;—
Clasped ’gainst her breast.
While in liquid-pearl voice
She croons sad, sweet songs!
With rugged, snow-capped mountains
Bristling balsam, cedar, and maple,—'
With filmy falls and cascades
And silver birch and mica:—
Like a Viking of old,
Spear clasped in hand;
Listening head thrown up;
Keen blue eyes watching;
Glinting beard waving;
A cluck of the tongue
For the craven, weak coward!
Ho!—South Carolina—alluring, lovable-^
Mate of the Viking,
The Old North State!
Page Senor Villa
“And now, Johnny,” said the teachei’
“can you tell me what is raised in
“Aw, go on,” replied the bright boy’
“I know what you want me to say>
Ma told me I shouldn’t talk rough.”