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THURSDAY. AUGUST 22, II BOONE, NORTH C If Promoting Jlie Season Of Color If The Watauga Democrat, one of the membera of the Western North Carolina Press Association, which includes news papers in nineteen counties reaching down the Blue Ridge from Watauga to Cherokee, has Joined in » promotional campaign aimed at developing more tourist trade during the season of the Pall Colorama. One of the ads featuring the promotion appears in the Democrat today, and vis itors to the mountains of western North Carolina are being urged to come back in October, when the zephyrs, cool and re freshing, play fairy games in the fronds of the painted forests. Many communities have planned special events for this time of the golden harvest, when the Master Painter has transformed the soft folds of the blue hills into an extravagana of riot ous color. Others maybe think that little can be added to the glories of autumn in the hills of western North Carolina, when every turn in the road and every ridgetop bring new vistas of crimson snd purple, of gold and of russet and scarlet, with splotches of emerald when the evergreens stand as undying symbols of lasting life. Mountain homes and small farms stand out on the landscape like painted gardens with their corn shocks, standing sentinel like among the nests of golden pumpkins. Everywhere there's fresh beauty and new wonders as Nature brings out all her gayest party dresses to trip tiptoe over hill and dale, in a glorious afterglow to summer's warmth and fruitfulness. The Democrat, through the long years, has advocated a lengthened tourist season, which although hampered some by the ring ing of the school bells, still has great pos sibilities. We'd long contended for some sort of Festival of the Palling Leaves, and though our notions along this line have been nebulous, we've been in favor of an added inducement for the folks to return in the fall. We're glad to join in this effort on the part of the mountain press to pro mote the fall for tourist travel. So come back in October, for a happy sojourn in the magnificence of autumn. Golf Course Is Needed The Country Club members tell us they are elated over the splendid response which has been given their proposal to raise $100,000, with which to purchase land for a golf course a couple of miles south of the dty. With only a week gone since active so licitation began, roore than a third of the land money is in sight and those seeking stock in the venture continue to sign on the dotted line. There is now sound basis for belief that the land can be purchased within the option period to get all in readi ness for the development of the course and an exclusive residential neighborhood. In the matter of buying (he land, so they tell us, time is of the essence. -K is im perative that enough stockholders be se cured in the project to get the land with out delay, otherwise the whole deal is like ly to fall through. So the pledges are com ing in, from over the neighborhood, from adjoining counties, from northern States and from the deep South, and even the more concervative of the promoters are now giving the project a fine chance to go through. Golf facilities in the area are not ade quate, they tell us, and there is an in creasing and incessant demand for links in this neighborhood. According to pre liminary engineering opinion, the site se lected here is as fine for the purpose as could be found anywhere. At the same time building lota can be sold to largely take care of the cost of the golf course construction. We'd add our notion that this is a good promotion, and has more soundness than most we've supported. Outside interests are said to be willing to develop the links, but there's determination to handle the project on the home front. We are grati fied at the fine response so far accorded the proposal. Dorothy In New York No newspaperman with even a grain of appreciation for the finer aspects of the profeaikm, failed to get a warming glow from the auperb feature done by Tom Me Knight of the Mooresville Tribune and Kays Gary of the Charlotte Obaerver, when the former found Dorothy Brown, a willowy sixteen-year-old beauty, a living Long Sam, living in conditions of poterty near the Catawba River in Iredell county, and crav ing only the chance for an education. The classic of Journalistic attainment, published simultaneously In the Charlotte Observer and the other Knight newspapers, skyrocketed Dorothy Into the limelight— fact is, the promoters themselves feel that the whole thing is just about out of hand. A trust fund has been established for Dorothy, a Charlotte Industrialist has un derwritten the funds for high school and college for the stunning beauty, old men and youngsters have sought romance, and Dorothy has been the big story of the year. She's been taken to the beach by Mr. and Mrs. McKnight, to see the wonders «f Manhattan, and appeared on Ed Sul livan's tv show Sunday night, where we Chink Ed let the thing go flat. We can agree with the Observer's Tom Fesperman, that Dorothy wasn't "done right" when she appeared on the nation wide tv broad cast. She was pictured at a press con ference which turned out to be a grilling or cross-examination of the kid by news men wanting to know what the gimmick or catch In the whole thing is. An unpleas ant sort of spectacle, helped some by ex planations of McKnight and Gary, it was a decided letdown for those of us who were delighting in the activities of the lit tle country girl who's whelespme as dew drops and sunshine, who wants no movie contracts, no show business and no fan fare when she gets back from the big city. She just wants to go to school. Beautiful, unspoiled, and graceful, Dor othy says she only "wants to be some body." We wish Sullivan might have in terviewed her for us in proper fashion and at least let the nation see her at her best, walking like one to the manor born. It was a letdown by the maestro of the tv, who failed miserably inewhat should have been a climax to the great work of two Car-' olina newspapermen. American merchandisers have the repu tation for genius in packaging. Practically nothing is sold in bulk to the retail consum er. Even the smallest itenl, like a nickel's worth of tacks, comes in a neat wrapping of Cellophane or a container of luriie. You don't have to unscrew the cap of your shaving cream or mix your paint and dip a brush in it. All you do is press a button and out come the conteats in Just the right amount. Everything s packaged most ingeniously -•-that is, everything except tbe prepared We know about "individualized But, in the half a century since a staple «l the American t table, no progreee at all has been atly little effort, to put i that will When the irtlier bag comet undone, It is no longer a bag, but just a sheet of paper intermixed with the cereal and, crumpled into all aorts of ahapes. Each wrinkle in the paper is a separate channel through which the cereal flows in its own discretion. You don't, in fact, pour it out. You spray it. The makers of the aforeaaid paint spray can could get some tips from It. The flakes go everywhere—ail over the table, the floor, into the sugar bow la, in the cof fee for a dunking, In the toaster to clog it up—everywhere, in fact, except into the cereal bowl. Hera, than, la a job for a packaging ex pert who has run out of ideas. Let him give us a cereal package that does not net like a blunderbuss, well crown him with ba nanas and cream . * «• w. % tt&SnHR "THAT YOUR DOG?" By Alexander T. Stretch's Sketches By "STRETCH" ROLLINS One Han't Meat !» Another't Heartburn PEOPLE WHO LIVE to the age of 100 years or thereabouts are always asked by reporters: H"To what do you attribute your long life?" There are as many different answers as there are persona who round out a century on the top side of the earth. One attributes his longevity to a dean, wholesome lite. Never smoked, never drank. No dissipation of any kind. Early to bed, early to rise, etc. Another drank a quart of hard liquor every day for the past forty year* (after he cut out the heavy booting and carous ing around.) One never took any strenuous exercise or over exerted himself in any way. Another points to a life of daily hard work beginning with a nine mile hike before breakfast and ending with a couple of doaen pushups. One lived a calm, quiet, unhurried life, avoid ing all excitement and tension. Another thrived on a hectic, hell-for-leather, never-a-duU-moment existence. (1 sort of like the one about the old codger who was asked the question and replied, "Don't know, yet—right now I'm dickering with two breakfast food companies.") But once, Just once, I'd like to read where a centenarian answered: "1 really don't know. I've always lived a normal life like everyone elae, with no special formula or gimmick for prolonging the agony. 1 suppoee it's juat by the (nee of God that IV* been allowed to live so long." I'll never read such an item, though. Became It wouldn't be published. BRINGS TO MIND a story. A tired business man on the point of a nervous breakdown had been entered by his doctor to a rest home for • couple of weeks. First day there he sat down on the sun porch beside a frail, wrinkled man wrapped in a heavy blanket. The business man, thinking an exchange of symptoms was in order, asked the emaciated one what brought him there. "Well, it's a long story," he replied in a febble, high-pitched voice. "When I was egthteen years old, my lather, who was a rich man. told me to live it up. You only live once, be said. Have a good time. The sky's the limit. 1 never had the opportunity, he seld, and now I'm too rid. But you can make up for what I mined. "Well, sir," continued the shaking voice, "I did Just what he said. I drank all the liquor I could hold, lived in faat ears and night clube. It was nothing but wine, women and song from then on. But finally I couldn't take any more. Plumb burnt myself out, so here I am." "How old are you now?" asked the newcomer. "Twenty-four!" quavered the ex-playboy. From Early Democrat Files Sixty Year* Ago Angnat 19, 1897 Warm daya. Cool and pleaaant night* The threshing machines are now being heard around town. Moretx and Farthing are pushing the work on their new residences Don't forget that Moose, the artist, la stlU in Boone where be will remain this week. He will be at the Association on Brushy Fork next week. If you want good pictures at a reasonable cost, call on him. A. A. Holsclaw, one of our bright county boys, has gone to Chapel Hill, where he will take a law course this season. Success to you, Allen. Miss Krider, of Salisbury, who has been stop ping at B. J. Council's for some time is very uawell. so we are Informed by her physician, Df. Council 1. Rev. Mr. Matthews, Rector of the Episcopal Church at Wllkeaboro, has been In the county several days, and has preached a number of able sermons we are told. On Tuesday of this week Sommara Upchurch, of Penley, N. C_ fell from an apple tree breaking bis wrist and dislocating his elbow. The Lutheran meeting on Meat Camp last week w»s very largely attended—many being from stir rounding counties. Misses Whitmer and Rhyoe, two vivacious and attractive young ladies from Hickory, are via illog the Misaee Winkler on New River. Atty. W. a Council! Is oft on a business trip to Mtehell county He Is attorney for the Lln vllle River limber Company. We are sorry to learn that Mrs. J. C Ray la quite in well, but hope aha will soon be better. - ' ' . I Thirty-Nine Yearn Ago And* U, IMS Mr. Frank Norris, of last Boone, haa sold his hoase to Mr. W L. Haynea. af Shulls Mills, R. F. D., who will move his family here to take advantage of the school. Just what Mr. Norris proposes, we are not informed, but tnsst he vtl remain with us. By an error In mailing last week the Valla Cruets bunch of Democrats waa mailed to VUaa. and on Monday evening the r m. there notified this odioa to send postage to oantimie than an their Journey two miles across the hlD. The umount waa forwarded, and we tnppoae the little patera will reach their destination some tlase this week that Is if thay sre mailed out from that office. Yon know the papers have free poatage circulation la the county Mr and Mrs. Robert Blaine Sooth arrived In afternoon from their hoae In Montana, Mr. South to entrain with the other Watauga boy« for Camp Jackaon on Monday morn ing next, he having regiatered here before hi* marriage and departure for the weat Hi* wife of only a few month* will remain at the home of hi* brother, Mr. Auatin South, in Boone, during hi* abaence. Mr. Solomon Eggera, of Mabel, wma In town Monday, and while here ordered The Democrat sent to hta son Johial now aenring with the American Army in Prance. Young Eggera left Boone only a little more than eight week* ago, which would indicate that he went almost direct to France. Mr*. Palmer, of Greensboro, and daughter, Mia* Catherine, are at the beautiful suburban home of Mr. B. J. Council!, for rest and recuper ation. The daughter is in rather delicate health, from the effects of malaria, and they will remain here for several week*. Mlaa Annie Norrii, daughter of Mr*. Cor* Nor ria, of Boone, has returned to her home after a visit of aotne montha to her sister, Mrs. Claud Norris, of Beaver Dam, Virginia. She entered the fill term of the A T. S. which opened on Tueeday. Flften Yeart Ago Anguet M, lMt Rev. Andrew Jackaon Greene, age 80 year*, professor of English in Appalachian College and a minister of the Baptist Church, died late last Wednesday after a long period of illness. H. Grady Farthing, dtetrict game protector with the state department *f conservation and development, and a leader in local business cir cle*, received the nomination (or the state sen ate in the Democratic convention held last Sat urday afternoon. In a close ballot, Mr. Farthing won over Gordon H. Winkler, prominent Boone businea* man, and Watauga county'* represents tive in the last aesaioa of the general aaaembly. Mr. K. t Dacua, owner of the local radio sta tion WDRS, which haa been off the air for sev eral weeks, announces that the station will start operation again next Sunday at 100 o'clock. Mis* Virginia Water* of Wilkes county, I* a guest of Mlaa Imegane Greene here this week. Mrs. Blanche Atchiaon of Greensboro la visit ing for a few day* with Mr. and Mrs. Jo* C Hodges of Adam*. iff Louise Cooke, who holds a position in the affice of the Da Fast Company at Martiaa vUie, Va. viahed her parents, Mr. aad Mr*. Jot C. Cooke, over (he weak and. Mr*. Clsude Smith and daughter, Linda Lea, have returned to their home In Winston galawt .A.. „:.i| iaI. ma tsnlikT. —- ft* J •iter vunting wttn Mrs. sonnt pirfiiu. Of. |M Mrs R K. Bingham. KING STREET |§ m rob are,* FAMILY REUNIONS . . HAPPT STRENGTHENING OF TIES With all the festivities of summertime in the hills—the Horn, the Horse Show, campus festivities and the like, some of the folks lose track of a mighty fine institution—the family reunion. ... A picnic party ballooned into a national affair, with kith and kin coming from all over the country, the family gather ing Is one of the most enjoyed and most important events of late summertime. There are some speeches by the relatives from afar, maybe a sermon or a short talk by the minister who'd have the greate.it denominational appeal to the greatest number. . . . There's the "groaning festive board," as our dad might have said, carrying its burden of chicken, sweet country ham, and all the other savory viands of the mountain pantry. . .. There are the deviled eggs and those steeped in the winy depths of beet Juice. . . . There are cakes—coeoanut, chocolate, pound, angel food and all the others; cherry pies, lemon, huckleberry, blackberry, peach— kiwered, unklvvered, slatted and barred with crumbly home made pastry. . . . There are cucumbers, jams and preserves and the ladies busying themselves to see that all have enough. . . . There are the "well-filled baskets," the paper cartons of delicacies, and many baskets left w'hen the feast lias ended. THE SMALL TALK, about howUnele John's children are doing in elementary and high school, and about A ant Josle's daughter, who's doing weU and flniahlng at Carolina next year, and Cousin lake who's made money in business in the Midwest... And the exchanges abort the sickness and deaths which have broken the circle . . . and beys and girls darting hither and yon amongst their elders. A DAY OF JOY .. AND A LOOK BACKWARDS All in all, a day of joy and happiness on the loose, is one of these family gatherings. ... And the older the people, the more they are inclined to look over their shoulders at the road they traveled through happy childhood. . .. And distance has lent enchantment and erased the memories of a rocky trail of yester year, rimmed with blackberries and thorns and the sorrows and heartbreaks, the callouses and stonebruises are hidden by the kind veil of the passing years. . . . Memory Lane is a . warm sandy road along the rippling brook and through the forest with the lush undergrowth and the cool, dank, woodsy fragrance of pine and balsam and early spring flowers ... a wagonway by a creek bottom where the hay is being cut and the smell of the occasional bunch of "pennyrile" wilting in the sun haunts the nostrils ... the black-eyed Susans adding splashes of gold among the oxeyes in the fence corners and hedges out of reach of the sickle's hungry swath.... It's the bridge across the creek, * where the cool waters eddy against the great rocks and the barefoot boy enticing brook trout from the chill depths in the springtime. . . . It's the briar patch, where the rabbits are trapped in the gums and the spring, with the tin dipper or gourd lying in the hollow of the rock above the bracing water. . . . It's the spring house and the trough with its crocks of sweetmilk, and golden flaked buttermilk, and yellow butter in the cool overflow. . . , U's the dinner bell and mom peering from the kitchen door to welcome all to a table piled with the products of the homeplace. . . . It's spring in the dale and on the mountaintop, the heat of summer among the corn rows and joy at the old swimming hole ... It's pumpkin pie and roasted chestnuts and the howl of the west wind as one snuggles deep in the freshly-aried feather tick. . . . It's sunshine and laughter and song, frost and snow and twinges of sorrow—this trip down the old road where one travels with old friends, with boys and girls, now silver-thatched, balding and lame . . it's a rosary of happy days and cherished memories. THE HOME CIRCLE .. STRONGEST AT REUNION TIME The home—the mainstay of our system, gathers sinews of strength at family reunion time.... There's a heap to be said in favor of one's getting together with his folks la these waning days of summer. ... It strengthens the ties, cheers the spirits of those who gather and makes for a wholesome day of visltin' and of recollectin' A Hitler or a Stalin would have a heck of a lot tougher time If every family had a re onion at rammer'* end. In antnmn's painted glory or In springtime's days of lavish promise .... Thus are riveted firmly the bonds of the people, one to another, In a system of freedom and of understanding and of tolerance. So This Is New York By NORTH CALLAHAN Education it admittedly a fine thing but Sam Rotoff who built the New York subways never went to school a day in his life. His is not a typical immigrant story because it is exceptional even (or a rags-to-riches yarn. Sam arrived in this town from Minsk, Russia 80 years ago and «ot a Job digging • ditch. Over the years, he kept working, kept advancing until he undertook the Job of constructing this marvelous la byrinth of underground transpor tation which, despite the Jibes at it, la the beat such system in the world. Sam became a millionaire too. Said he didn't need aa dura tion "1 got the moaey to get edu cated gujrt to do the Jobs I want done." he expUbwd. A faiqous doctor here was asked to name the most devastating dis ease of today and he replied it was loneliness It makes people leave the home town or farm and coma to New York; then when many of them find that thia can be the moot lonely place In Ike world, they return home. From the ail meat comes nwbnchollr, boredom and eveo determination to end it all by Jumping from a skyscraper The caret There l» none, said the doctor, except what each person can rnutt for JMimi. JaNk himself: a healthy body, whole tome pursuit, and making friends by being one. An excited Irish lad came to • pause when he read the following letter: "D«ar Mike. Word* cannot ex press the deep regret 1 feel at having broken our engagement. Will you please come back to m. . Your absence from my aide leaves an endless void which no one else can ever, ever fill. Pleaae forgive me and let's start all over again. Your ever-loving. Maureen. P. S. Congratulations on win ning the Irish sweepstakes. Anyone who grew up in a Ten nessee country store, as I did, can appreciate what Kirby Culver has dime over In nearby New Jersey. He took over • 170year-old store Which had been converted Into a hotel, re-made the store into a genuine old-country type, pot-bel lied stove and all and now he'* In business. So much so, in fact, that be Ms able to atop commuting in to his advertising Job hi New York City and devote his whole tn» to this faacinating work. The old stare has things that grand mother haent seen in 80 years, •uCh a* penny pepper saint candy, (Continued on page dm) ... . ... ,
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