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ffij v WATAUGA1 DEMOCRAT *Yi>u Did Get Permission From Pentagon?” KING '.•"V »>••! > iw vis An independent Weekly Newspaper ESTABLISHED IN IMS r.t Published tor 45 Y^ara by Robert C. Rivers, Sr. S‘ "t\ ’ PUJKUSBED THURSDAYS BY Rr i* B. C. RIVERS, JR.. Bdltor and Manager JEAN RIVERS, Associate Editor RACHEL A. RIVERS, Managing Editor SUBSCRIPTION RATES IN NORTH CAROLINA One Year -$3.09 Six Months _-___$1.30 Four Months ——~L---$1.30 OUTSIDE NORTH CAROLINA One Year - Six Months - Four Months --- BBS 3 S3 aii auDscnpuons i-ayaoie in Aavance NOTICE TO SUBSCRIBERS—In requesting change of address, it is important to mention the OLD, as well as the NEW address. Entered at the postoffice at Boone, N. C-, as second class matter, under the act of Congress of March 3, 1879. MEMBER NATIONAL NEWSPAPER ASSOCIATION NORTH CAROLINA PRESS ASSOCIATION “The basis of our government being the opinion of the people, the very first objective should be to keep that right, and were it left to me to decide whether we should have a government without newspapers, or newspapers without government, I should not hesitate a moment to choose the latter. But I should mean that every man should receive these papers and be capable of reading them.”—Thomas Jefferson. BOONE, NORTH CAROLINA, THURSDAY, JANUARY 20, 1966 Linney Walker In the death of Linney Walker the business community has lost a familiar and popular figure. Linney came to Boone with his family in 1923, and he and his father, the late Will C. Walker, an especi ally good friend of this writer and of this newspaper, established Walk er’s Jewelry Store, in the old court house building, across the street from the Rivers old home. We have been close associates through the intervening years. As a young man in the community, as a soldier, as a business man, and a good neighbor, Linney had a lot of friends. In late years he had suffered a serious affliction, but by sheer de termination had managed to get go ing again, and to keep his business moving. It is particularly sad to us to chronicle the going away-ef the last member of such a respected father and son business combination. Mrs. Walker, who has been such a valuable assistant to Linney in the past years, will most likely continue the operation of Walker’s Jewelry Store which has for so long been such a familiar part of the face of the King Street business district. A Deserved Salute We offer our best manners to the young men who compose the Junior Chamber of Commerce, and our con gratulations on their civic enter prise on the occasion of Jaycee Rec ognition Week. The Jaycees, in a national way, and specifically here in Boone, have and are rendering a special sort of service. Locally of course we think of the Miss Watauga Beauty Pageant, the Little Miss Pageant, development surveys, the junior Champ competi tion, part of a national effort to de velop future Olympic contenders and the operation of the Horn concession. There are the activity In behalf of recreational activities, the assistance in the mental health program and the staging of “Cinderella” as a ser vice project. Most recently of course, our Jay cees sold Christmas trees to provide funds for gifts for the needy, pro moted the Christmas decorations, and are constantly on the alert for other activities for public better ment. Mentioned are only a few of the accomplishments of our Boone Jay cees—some of those which lodged in the mind of the writer. There are many more deserving projects which have been carried out. To the Junior Chamber of Com merce, to the officers and to every member we offer felicitations not on a job well done, but on so many ma jor jobs carried on to conclusion in such splendid fashion. We join the community in a sin cere thank you for your record of service to the community. Daniel Boone Country In the matter of hill country his tory, and the sod upon which the man of the long rifle trod, we got a bite. Last week’s editorial proclaimed Boone and the surrounding area Daniel Boone Country and said it was a downright shame not to have a statue of the famed pioneer down town. Apparently a drive for welcome signs at all entrances to Boone has been brewing for sometime. Inter est has been keen among garden clubs and women’s organizations and other rounding out the band wagon include the Boone Chamber of Com merce, the Junior Chamber of Com merce and the Southern Appalachian Historical Association. All indications are that a commit tee may be formed from the member ship of these organizations. This executive committee would then study various sign designs and get about the task of raising funds for the venture. We are given to un derstand that the welcome signs may contain the message that this is, be sides other things, Daniel Boone Country. And what an excellent opportunity for everyone to get in the act. We feel that this undertaking is—more than any other project—intended to benefit the whole community. It therefore should not be the respon sibility of any one organization. But let us not tarry too long. There’s still the question of a statue of Daniel Boone, about which, after the entrance signs have been put up, we hope to drum up some heated en thusiasm. The Daniel Boone Country pro motion should get rolling before the statue of Daniel Boone is discussed probably. But we don’t see why those of us who will wind up putting our money where our mouths are shouldn’t consider both at the same time. Inkliris In Ink BT RACHEL RIVERS It started about two weeks ago. Let’s go to the cabin, said we, and A., our husband said It sounded like a good idea; The weather was fine and the dog would have room to stretch his legs. Besides, who wants to spend their Dfe-savings for a tropical honeymoon trip in January. And so, we packed up, and moved. The mice had taken a chunk out of all 5--, our favorite summer garments, and had made a nice multi-colored nest for spring. They had steed .22 caliber bullets in the stove and in the fire place. All the rat poison was gone, steed like precious wheat—in neat piles—to he Indulged as a last resort The homeowner’s policy said mice were a natural hazard (like hail, wind and thieves) and that it couldn’t cover what ' was destroyed by rodents’ teeth. But since youth Is said to be that magic era of inexhaustible energy and unrelent ing optimism—that time in life when no ,, thing goes wrong and roses forget their •'iV alliance with thorns—we bounced back like cartoon creatures and quoted an ear lier generation: “Ob, well, than just one cf ihoM thine*.** **.« -ri ■' i So why move in for a weekend, get all upset about being wiped out by rodents, turn tail and move back to the apart ment? Nothing's that bad. And the dog has room in which to stretch his legs. Let’s just stay awhile. A. and I live, in summertime, on top of a hill, reached by a nearly impassable road. After work on Saturday, the snow was up over the bumpers on that road, and we were grinding through it, uphiU. When enough snow had packed under the car, it stopped. Red lights flashed below us where a wrecker, come to pull another car out of the ditch, had hooked its eables to the tree, and was wrenching itself out of the same ditch. By daylight Sunday, the wrecker was back on the job, eventually pulling our friend—who had so kindly offered to help us get up the hill-out of the ditch. By I $. m„ were were finally able to drive around a bit But not up that hill, thank you. The mice who cheered as on during our to hleular troubles can have the place, Wil liam, our cat. a gentle soul, will see that they get to bed on time. •••••• > f ... i.-;,' ii i - ■. * V. %. * &' .*3. % > <5.% FROM THE EARLY FILES OF THE DEMOCRAT Hon. R.Z. Linney Weekends Here After Tenn. Trip Sixty Years Ago January 18, 1906 Mrs. Ben Hodges of Adams, is quite sick. Mrs. Abner Sherley died at her home on Stony Fork Mon day night of this week, aged 75 years. Mrs. Allie Fox, who for years has been an invalid, died at the home of her brother, Mr. R. W. Presnell, one day last week. M. F. Hopkins of Elizabeth ton, Tenn., representing David Bluestein & Co., Bristol, was in town last Saturday Married at the home of W. C. Lyons, Mr. Pinkney Hodges to Miss Carrie, the eldest daugh ter of Mr. and Mrs. A. W. Beach of Boone. May the young cou ple always have peace, plenty and prosperity in abundance. Hon. R. Z. Linney returned from Tenn. Friday evening and spent Saturday in town. He would not, however, express himself to any very great extent beyond Trade. Boy like he is a little bashful when interrogated along certain lines. Esquire Bryan is off to Cald well this week. The Hickory Democrat an nounces the death of the infant daughter of Mr. and Mrs. McCoy Moretz on Wednesday last week. Thirty-Nine Years Ago' January 20, 1927 Born on Saturday night to Mr. and Mrs. Fred Winkler, a daugh ter. Mr. and Mrs. F. M. Maltba left Just One Hung BY CARL GOERCH My grandfather, Samuel Tho mas, of Chatham County, died at the age of 84 years, writes Mrs. C. R. Reid. My grandmoth er, Margaret Phillips Thomas, who was three years younger than my grandfather, also died at the age of 84. They were the parents of five children—two sons and three daughters,- and here is what happened to them: The oldest son, William K. Thomas of Fayetteville, died at the same age—84 years. The next oldest son, John Thomas of Pulaski, Tenn., died next—at the age of 84 years. The oldest daughter, Eliza Thomas Emerson of Bear Creek, North Carolina, was next to pass on to her reward, and she did so at the age of 84. My mother, Sarah Thomas Womble of Sanford, was the next oldest She celebrated her 84th birthday and then—real izing what had happened to these other members of her family—she began to worry. She spent practically the en tire summer of her 84th year in bed, thinking surely that her time had come. However, she lived until two and one-half years ago and died at the age of 92 years. Hr. Charles H. Ireland, form er president of Odell Hardware Company in Greensboro, was a very colorful character. He al ways wore a frock coat, a red necktie, a red carnation in his buttonhole, and, with his snow white hair and white mustache, he made an outstanding figure. He was, beside* being an ex eellent businessman, an out standing layman in the Metho dist Church. A few years after the turn of the century, Odell Hardware Company found themselves at one time in financial difficul ties. Honey was scarce. On (me particular day Hr. Ireland readied his office and. discover ed that «ome firm in New York was drawing on Odell Hardware Company for $0,800 the follow ing dpp to cover some trade ac AFTER ANOTHER ceptance that had been given for merchandise purchases. In the press of the times this trade acceptance had been over looked. At least this is Mr. Ire land’s explanation as A. S. My ers recalls it. Mr. Ireland was worried all day. It just seemed as though it was going to be impossible to secure $6,000. So it was in a very perplexed condition that Mr. Ireland left his office that evening and wearily turned his way to his home on West Gas ton Street. Alter a ught supper Hr. Ire land retired to his bedroom. There he kneeled at his bed side and prayed. He prayed far into the night. When he finally tumbled Into bed he slept lit tle. He was up bright and early the next morning. Eating a lit tle breakfast he was down to his office by six o’clock. When he reached his office he found a man there waiting for him. This man was almost a total stranger to Mr. Ireland. He introduced himself saying that he was a native of Greens boro and that he had watched the activities of Odell Hard ware Company with interest He complimented Mr. Ireland on the integrity of the men as sociated with the company and then finally he stated his real mission. It seems that this stranger had accumulated acme ready cash and had been looking around for some place to make an investment And be had thought of Odell Hardware Company. He aaid, “I have some ready cash that I am will ing to turn over to you today and you can uae it in your business any way that you want to. You can give me a receipt for it and you can pay me any interest that it may accumu late." And then Mr. Ireland aakad the important question—"How much do you wish to turn over to me today?” And the stranger answered, "Six thousand dofiarsl’* Monday for Slab Fork, W. Va. to visit Mrs. Maltha’s sister, Mrs. Belar Gray, who is quite ill. Mr. and Mrs. R. H. De Vault of Bristol, Tenn., are visiting at the home of Mrs. DeVault’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. J. D. Councill. Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Bingham have moved from Sherwood, Wa tauga county, to the A. R. Sher man residence in Wilkesboro where they will do light house keeping. Mr. Bingham is as sistant U. S. district attorney. Mrs. Thomas Greene, of Meat Camp, a good woman of that .section, died at her home on Monday night of last week, af ter a lingering illness. The funeral was conducted Wednes day and interment was made in the cemetery at Meat Camp church. Mr. and Mrs. Paul Coffey of Roanoke, Va., have returned to Boone to live and are making their home temporarily at the home of Mrs. Coffey’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. F. A. Linney. Mr. Coffey has taken his former position with the Watauga Coun ty Bank. Mr. Bob Swift of Boone has received the news of the death of his cousin. Miss Eva Shoun, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Make Shoun, at Mountain City, Tenn., which occurred Monday morn ing. The young lady has been afflicted for some time, her last trouble being tuberculosis. Bur ial was at Mountain City Tues day. Fifteen Years Ago January 18, 1951 Mr. and Mrs. Joe Crawford had as their guests Monday and Tuesday Mr. and Mrs. W. A. Scoggins of Cherry Point, N. C., and Mrs. T. H. Briggs of San ford. Mr. and Mrs. Charles Os borne and children, Charles, Jr., Johnnie and Freddie of Morgan ton spent the weekend with Mrs. Osborne’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Fred Winkler at Sugar Grose. Mr. Jack Kelley and Mr. Jud son Haley of Washington. D. C., were weekend visitors with Mr. Haley’s mother, Mrs. Helen Me Chesney. Mr. and Mrs. Harvey Owens of Gastonia were recent visitors with Mrs. Owen's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Joe C. Cooke. Dr. C. B. Rollins will leave Saturday for a visit with his twin brother, Lt Clyde T. Rol lins in Washington, D. C. Mr. and Mrs. Orrin Sherrill, Mrs. Annie Vannoy and Mis* Stella Sherrill attended the fun eral of Hr. Billy Layell in Rich mond, Va., Sunday. Mr. W. C. Ramsey of Win ston-Salem spent the weekend with Mrs. Ramsey at Black Mountain and with Mrs. W. F Miller here. Major and Mrs. John R. Tho mas returned home Thursday from Philadelphia, Pa., where they were <_ lied because of the serious illness of Major Tho mas' mother, Mrs. J. M. Thomas. BY ROB RIVERS The Rebel Yell .. la Cheriahed Having been brought up by a daddy who thought a - Confederate veteran was just a little below an angel, and who perhaps never wanted to be completely “reconstruct ed”, we grew up with the bearded followers of Lee and of Jackson and Stuart and Longstreet, and were taught never to question any of the tales about the gore at Bull Run, Shiloh or Chicamauga. ... As a child we liked a photograph showing the men of the Confederacy, lined up double-file and-'reaching from the bridge over the creek (at the Democrat office) to the Blair Hotel (west of the Savings and Loan alley). . . . We liked those re unions and the fife and drum coming forth with “Dixie” and Sally Goodin.... To get the folks together en masse, an old soldiers’ reunion ranked right along with court week and with the county singing. . . . But in all our closeness, as a youth, to the men of the gray lines, we have never yet heard the storied rebel yell. .. . We don’t have the slightest notion how the old boys sounded when they were in this sort of voice. ... As a matter of fact we don’t know whether it was a shout of triumph, a rally ing cry to the troops or just an outburst of gladness in the days when fun was an uncommon thing. AT ANT RATE we appreci ate the following letter from Mrs. Rose Swift Fuller, of Mountain City, whose father, Mr. Enoch Swift, we believe, was a veteran of the Civil War: “THIS IS IN REPLY to a statement made in your paper some years ago—perhaps just after the last veteran of Camp Nimrod Triplett had died — which said that in all probability there was no one living in Wa tauga County who had heard the rebel yell. ... I have heard it, and it is one of my most precious memories as it was given to me at one of the last meetings of the Camp at the College. ... I spoke to the gathering and told them a story which pleased them. . . . Mr. Wesley Presnell, a one-harmed veteran, said it had been many a day since they had given the rebel yell, but that he believed everyone present would be hap py to confer this on Enoch Swift’s daughter, Rose Swift Fuller. ... Never in my long life have I ever heard, and never will again, such a noise. Unless you have heard it, you can’t imagine it. ■THE ORGANIZATION of Conferedate Veterans conferred several honors upon me, which I treasure in my heart, but none gave me the pleasure and hap piness as did the hearing a lilt the gift of the rebel yell.” Conning The Skies A long time ago if one aimed to take himself a fishing trip or go down the mountain and he was uncertain about what the weather was going to be, he’d ask ’Squire W. L. Bryan. .. He’d look knowingly toward all the points of the compass, and give an opinion. . . . He wasn’t al ways right but that was about the best a fellow could do in those times. . . . Now of course one can get the weather reports by newspaper, radio and tele vision, and like Squire, they sometimes fail, for as Dan Klutz says, most of these predic tions aren't worth a cuss north of Bailey’s Camp. . . . We’ve had reports on the thickness of the possum’s fur, the depth of the com shucks, and watched the red and gray skies with un common interest this winter. . . . We thought maybe we could build up as a forecaster like Boone’s first Mayor did, but never have we been so wrong. . . . We’d look knowingly at the red clouds at the crack of day and with typical mountain-man certainty opine "It’s goin’ to be a whizzer by night.” . . . And there would follow a series of red mornings and bright spring like days. . . . We’d see the flame in the west after the sun had gone, and advise one and all that there was more spring time breezes coming, only to have the next day break cool and drizzly, foggy and rainy. . . . We’ve looked into the north of a cool day and noted the dark billowy clouds, and in knowing fashion drawled, “There’s mow there, I can smell it,” but nothing happens. . . . We’re gonna have to get ua a new set of rules. . , . This neuelear age has upset this back-yard divining of the whims of the elements. It Always Happens - H there*! one who falls dor lag the wtater In ear part of town, It will be aor big tone that takes the punishment .. . A bright dry afternoon, we started op the first flight of the nsaltlple poet of flee steps (gov ernment buildings like a goal assay), caught oar left toe. against the edge of a riser and fefl like a pole-axed ex. . . tied Just spoken t« Mrs. Ctere Chose and Mrs. J. B. Hagaman, to* Who had ringside spots for lk« Mg tsoeh down. ... t*»*r were a lot of pre - Christinas shoppers all along the Street, in fact it was crowded, and we had probably the largest gal lery in our history of such she nanigans, as we finally managed to get our ponderous hulk back to the perpindicular. . , . We looked neither to the right nor the left and beat it into the postoffice like mad. . . . The next day there was snow on the ground. . . . The first fellow we met on the Street said “Good mornin’. . . . You know you could do a flip today with out working near so hard at it. . . . Boy, you were a sight to see when you hit the deck. . . . Now if I coulda had a pic ture of that. . . .” To which we replied, “mornin’.” Uncle Pinkney HIS PALAVERIN’S DEAR MISTER EDITOR: The fellers at the country store Saturday night was claim ing the newspapers was gitting 1966 off, to a fast start. Ed Doo-. littfa, allowed, as how ali a fel ler • had to do to add to his knowledge and substract from his peace of mind was to read the fine print. Fer instant, said Ed. he had just saw where it cost $3 mil lion to publish in the Congres sional Record the speeches from our elected repersenta tives in the last session of the Congress. Ed announced he would like to quote Winston Churchill in this matter and say never has so many words been spoke and said so little and cost so much. Zeke Grubb reported he had saw where a Washington col umn writer come out the other day with the official frggers on foreign aid since we started out in 1945 to save the world. They showed France had got more than any other country on earth, 9 billion dollars in the 10 year following World War II. Zeke was of the opin ion all we was gitting in return was more and more of General DeGall. Clem Webster said he wasn't worried too much about Gen eral De Gall, that Fattier Time would eventual take care of this problem. But Clem repart ed he was gitting mighty uptet over the long-time effect of them crazy new Paris fashions they was sending to this coun try. According to Clem, men from Paris was coming over here wearing lace skirts, toting pocketbooks under their arms like the wimmen folks, oiled up with sweet smelting per fumes, and some of them was even gitting what the wimmen cell a “permanent wave” in their hair. He reported he had saw all this in Time Magsrtne Personal, Mister Editor, this was the first notice I’ve had that Clem was reading Time Magazine and I pushed him up a notch on my status stick. But I agree with Clem that ruining American manhood is worse than waiting fer General De dell to pass on to his heavenly reward. I can recollect after the first World War when our boys come home from France wear ing them new-fangled wrist watches. And you know what that done fer American man hood. Today yon can’t find a pair of pants with a watch pocket And, come to think about tt, I ain’t saw a pocket watch In a store window in sev eral year. Bug Hookura dosed out the session Saturday night on a happy note. He reported they (ContinflW efl*Page tight)
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