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January, 1923.
THE MIDGET
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Riff’s Department Store
We Are Showing One of the Biggest Line of
Ladies’ and Misses’ Spring
Suits, Coats, Dresses
and Hats.
YOUR INSPECTION IS INVITED
digging at once. The roots were
large, therefore, it was difficult to
dig between them but nothing could
stop us. Imagine the scene, two 15-
year-old girls on a high sand dune
digging eagerly beneath an old half-
dead palmetto tree. Once when we
were about to stop, my pick struct
something hard (for I was digging) I
stopped immediately and after only a
glance at each other, we began dig
ging together with our hnads. Soon
we disclosed a small iron bound
trunk. After much labor the lid was
prized open and we sat right down in
the sand by what it contained, 12
bags with uneven outer surfaces and
each tied by a leather string. Hav
ing bit and pulled for a while we
succeeded in opening one. That which
met our eyes made us both turn pale
and gasp for the contents consisted
of oyster shells rounded like coins.
We found that the other bags 'con
tained the same, but in the bottom of
the box was a large envelope ad
dressed in the same ink and hand
writing. Eagerly we opened it and
found the contents read;
Have the coins turned to stone?
No use to go treasure-hunting in this
fast age.
No one even knew of our trip un
til a few years later when we met
the ones who planned the trick.
A DREAM.
(Grace Pickier.)
It was the night before my birth
day and I fell asleep early hoping to
dream about the presents I was to
receive the next day.
I soon found that I was a water
baby swimming around in the cool,
clear stream with all kinds of fish
and other animals of the water
around me. I swam down stream
a while, and then becoming tired I
stopped on a little sandy beach to
rest. While there I became sleepy
and decided to take a nap before go
ing further down stream. I soon
fell fast asleep. A few moments
j later I thought a turtle came up on
j the same isle I happened to be on.
1 He stared at me a while, and then
all at once he had hold of my nose.
I thought to myself, “That turtle is
mistaken if he thinks he has hold of
my nose,” so I began to pull and pull
but the turtle wouldn’t turn lose. At
last I awoke and found that my sis
ter had put a candle holder, the
kind used on Ghristmas trees, to my
nose as a birthday joke. On, yes, it
was a joke, but I had a sore nose for
several weeks afterward.
John Boyett is business manager
and Boyd Hatley circulation mana
ger for the Sylva Gollegiate Institute
paper. ' Both were former students
at A. H. S.
I Old Gent: “Little boy, I’m sorry
I to see you smoking a cigarette.
' Little Boy: “I ain’t smoking it.
I’m keeping it alight for another fel
low what’s gone across the street.
Albemarle Real Estate & Insurance Company
Incorporated
Trust Building Phone 90 Albemarle, N. C.
Insurance, Loans and Real Estate