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KING STREET WATAUGA DEMOCRAT i •’ . 'A v- * T*' V An Independent Weekly Newspaper •.>' 'r?V_ ^ ' ESTABLISHED IN 1888 V -’jV ■ . Published fbr 45 Years by Robert C. Rivers, Sr. PUBLISHED THURSDAYS BY RIVERS PRINTING COMPANY, INC., OWNER R.C. KIVERS, JR- Editor and Manager JEAN RIVERS. Associate Editor V RACHEL A. RIVERS, Managing Editor . ... : V * *; ; <\ i . SUBSCRIPTION RATES DV NORTH CAROLINA OUTSIDE NORTH CAROLINA One Year --——---*_$3.09 One Year _$4.00 Six Months --£___$1.80 Six Months ___$2.50 Four Months ____$1.30 Four Months ____$2.00 All Subscriptions Payable in Advance 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 odr 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 choose1 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, FEBRUARY 3, 1966 Storm A Unifying Force We have always contended that one fine thing—in fact one of the finest-'-about Boone, is the fact that any sort of unusual circumstance has the effect of making every in dividual a little more concerned over the problems of his neighbor. The week-end storm was a case in point. Contrary to some opinion we hear on the Street, this is not a big-snow area, so a blizzard of the proportions of the one which swooped down over the week end, doesn’t come often. It has never been a place of con sistently heavy snows, winter after winter, and we rea(J that in spite of what some of the oldsters say, that there has been no great change in the weather during the current cen tury. So when these storms do descend in all their fury they create a com munity with a whole pandora’s box of troubles. The car won’t start, the pipes freeze, the fuel runs out, the roads are clogged, and the tires spin in the drifts and on the ice. It’s then we come to full appreci ation of the worth of our friends at the gas stations, of the plumber, the fuel supplier, the mail man, the de livery man, and the folks who haul in the goods and the food, of the men of the State, Highway jpepart* ment and of the tity*, who doj every thing humanly possible to keep traf fic moving, without regard to per sonal comfort, exposure, or danger to life and limb. All these people have our sincere gratitude. And the folks who keep the cur rent flowing to warm the homes, and cook the food and light the dark places, are due commendation, along with those who see that there’s water flowing through the mains. We don’t worry about the weather, but haven’t generated any great af fection for blizzards, as such. But, happily, they do open our eyes to our interdependence—one upon the other — and to the worth of good neighbors. Zippy Mail We have no notion our old friend Arthur Cox, if he’s still living, would be interested in again carrying the mail into Boone from the south in his one-horse buggy. The freezes, the rains, the chill, and the slow gait wouldn’t be tolerated by any mail carrier now, of course. But we thought of Arthur the other day when it took from Thurs day to Monday afternoon to get a piece of mail from Charlotte. In his time we got the Charlotte Sun day paper Tuesday morning, even if the carrier had to move a snow drift or two between here and Blowing ■ Rock. There is something to be said for the “un-expedited” mail. Most of all, it always moved, slow as it was, in the general direction of its destination. The Open Fire We built ourselves a fire on the hearth late in the day Sunday. Not that our house was cold, but for the cheer, and the joy one has before the crackling wood, and the mental pictures which can be seen in the glowing embers. During the time we enjoyed the fire, we happened to come upon the following from the New York Times: Granted, it is an anachronism, an in efficient way to provide heat, and it makes smoke. There still is something to be said for the open fire and the hearth on which it bums. Start with the wood, which once was a tree. Its leaves gathered light and heat from the parent sun, and as it bums it yields that store of light and heat. Pine or birch, maple or oak, apple or cherry, it bums with a special flame and the fragrance of its own kind. The flame Is, Basseeaassageaasa of all inanimate things, the most nearly alive, and the ember seems endowed with a memory of the sun, or perhaps of life itself. In a strange way that defies defi nition, an open fire is company. Consider the hearth. Once it was simp ly the floor of a eave, but ever since man tamad fire it has been the symbol of home, of safety, of reassurance in an un certain world. Beside his hearth a man could rest and dream of tomorrow, for it was warmth, it cooked his food, it was se curity from feral foe as well as from cold and darkness. Around his fire man built his home, and at his hearth he knew the comfort of family and friends. What does it add up to? A flame, a puff of smoke, and an ember. And, strangely, a fireplace in an age that frac tures atoms. And yet, the memory per sists, even In the dancing flame. There Is Independence, there is even identity, at the hearth. There la a man, and his fire, and his home, and his own security, at least as long as the ember glows. -'v,. . I' ; Inkliris In Ink oi nm,nc,L niVK.iu On* of our greater weaknesses fa cho colate fudge, and every opportunity we get, we make sure to eat all of It we can i hold. We like the kind that smells a little bit Uke vanilla and butter, and doesn’t need chopped up nuts to hold it together. We're not opposed to caramel fudge exactly—but we like the chocolate better. When we were little, we made a big to-do about perfecting our fudge raceipe, but never memorized it because it had always and forever been published on th* back of our favorite can of cocoa. .'However, our favorite can of cocoa came in a new wrapper the other day, every imaginable recipe for the cocoa was Included except the one for perfect cho colate fudge. When our spouse earns home the other night, he witnessed some thing close to hysteria, -as we pored ewer the recipes again awl again. It’s •Ot here, we moaned, and ha looked most sympathetic. f K , , . s- '• Days later, we went to the store again, picking up cans of eocoa, on# by era, . . reading au the redpay-faoping ana fufa with an old wrapper, came In the ship ment And this tactic, we reasoned, was wiser than calling up a lot of good cooks to find out if they might happen to have a dusty old can of cocoa, with our treas ured recipe on it More days went by. Finally we went to the store again and this time wo bought some ehocolate milk mix made by the same cocoa company, and there it was: Our favorite ehocolate fudge recipe. But in all our years of boiling up the ingredients, letting them cool to such and such a temperature, adding butter and vanilla and beating until our arms fell off—we have never come out with perfect fudge. It’s always been a little grainy. And we’ve varied the recipe to see if that would make it better. So the other night our spouse took our old favorite recipe and went to work la the kitchen. But you can’t do that! we protested ss ha began beating the fudge before it had cooled. You especially can’t beat it half a minute with an electric miser and put It in the freeasr to harden 0P- : .; . . . ., S’ Mail As In Snail : -«rf#-' ■ 1. J ? Pl&rVu/ /y/ccah^ry FROM THE EARLY FILES OF THE DEMOCRAT It Also Snowed On Saturday Three Score Years Ago Sixty Years Ago February 1, 1906 Sorry to learn from the Tom ahawk that Dr. Cottrell has again been suffering with his old throat trouble. Miss Floy Cottrell has been added to the teaching force at the Training School. Her po sition will be in one of the pri mary departments. Mr. Holden Moody had an other stroke of paralysis ■ on Monday and we are told that he is. in a very dangerous condi tion. Mr! Moody is getting very old, and as this is his second stroke, it is hardly probable that he will ever recover. Mr. Jenkins of the Wilkes boro Millinery Co., spent last Sunday at the Blackburn hotel and on Monday made a big sale to M. B. Blackburn, bought some space in our columns and went on his way rejoicing. Wm. Farthing, son of Mr. W. S. Farthing, was married last week to Miss Naomi, daugh ter of Mr. J. K. Perry. The contracting parties are both of Beaver Dam. Rev. Harrison Farthing performed the cere mony. Rev. J. P. Hagaman was in town Tuesday. He was on his return from Grayson Co., Va., where he went to visit his broth er, George, who is quite unwell. He tells us that during his stay there he conducted a revival meeting that resulted in seven teen conversions. J. H. Guynn has been suffer ing for the past two weeks with a mashed foot, but is able to be out again. The snow last Saturday was at least eight inches deep on a level, and much of it still re mains despite the fact that the sun has shone brightly every day'since the fall of the “beauti- , ful.k T. H. Taylor of Valle Crucis was over this week looking af ter some mica interests on the Rich Mountain. Thirty-Nine Years Ago February 3, 1921 Lewis E. Norman was on last Friday confirmed by the Unit ed States Senate to be post master at Elk Park, Avery County. Mr. Dysart Heffner, electri cian at the Valle Crucis school, is taking special work at the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill. Mrs. J. M. Moretz returned Friday from Raleigh where she went in the interest of legis lation tooking toward the es Just One Thing BY CARL GOERCH A number of years ago I was standing in front of the Sir Walter Hotel in Raleigh waiting for a taxied) to take me to the Seaboard station. The late Gov. Scott also was standing there, waiting to get a cab to take him to the mansion. I suggested that we occupy the same cab and I’d drop him off on the way to the station. He agreed. A cab came up at tfcsi mo ment and we gat in. "Where to?” inquired the driver. “Mansion,” said the Governor. The driver reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of matches and handed them to the Governor. The latter was puxxled for a moment Then he grinned and said: "I said the mansion.” cOhl” exclaimed the driver apologetically. "I misunderstood you.” And then he added: “Okay; Mansion Park Hotel." ' Then I broke in and explain ed: “We want to go to the Governor’s Mansion on Blount Street” “Oh!" he said again. And then thane was no further comment from hhn until after we had put out Governor Scott As we were eontlnuing on our gray to the Seaboard station the driver tuned to me and said: “Say, that wasn’t the Governor of North Carolina by any chance, was it?” “It sure was,” I told him. “My goshl” he muMinil “That sure was a bad break on * AFTER ANOTHER my part, wasn’t it?” Polk Denmark of Raleigh call ed us some time ago at the of fice to tell ua about the bridge across the Catawba River on N. C. highway No. 40; connect ing Mecklenburg County, N. C., with York County, S. C. Here’s the unusual thing about it: The bridge runs north and south. The northern end of the bridge is in South Carolina, and the southern end of the bridge is in North Carolina. The moral of this little inci dent probably Is: "Never tel] your dreams before breakfast.” A number of years ago, Coach Murray C. Greason of Wake Forest was going on a business trip to Wilmington. At the breakfast table, the morning of Us departure, he told the mem bers of his family he had dream ed that he started to get in his ear to go to Wilmington, he hit his Up with the car door and had to have some stitches put in. Mm Greason was going to Durham the same morning and told her husband goodbye. Then she went on her way. On her return, later in the day, abe was very much surprised to see Coach Greason still in Wake Foreet You pieeeed it Ae he opened the door to get in his ear, prep story to leaving tor Wilmington, be hit his lip with the ear door tablishment by the North Caro lina general assembly of a farm for delinquent women. Mr. Fred Cook, brother of Messrs. Joe and Adolphus Cook, who has spent the past four years teaching in Forsyth coun ty, has with his family, returned to Boone where he will occupy his home near the residence of Mr. J. Frank Moore. He con templates living here perman ently. Mr. C. H. Helsabeck.of Rural Hall,"N. C.,. who twenty years ago was a student at the ATS in Boone and immediately thereafter a teacher in the pub lic school at Valle Crucis, is spending the week in the coun ty meeting old friends. Boone to him was a real surprise. Says he had no idea of the propor tions to which it has grown since he last saw it. He is now farming the land at the old home place at Rural Hall. Fifteen Years Ago February 1, 1951 Hr. and Mrs. John Kirk and son, Tommy, spent the weekend in Lexington with their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Zeb Kirk and Mr. and Mrs. L. H. Shaw. Mr. Lawrence Barden, who is a student at Duke University, spent the weekend with his par ents, Dr. and Mrs. John O. Barden. Mrs. Lillian Hopkins was a recent visitor with Mr. and Mrs. Marvin Miller of Boone, Rt. 2 and Rev. and Mrs. Hugh A. Dob bin of Happy Valley. Betty Cooke, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Edgar Cooke, left Monday to enter Orthopedic hospital in Gastonia where she will undergo an operation Fri day. She was accompanied by her mother. Mr. and Mrs. W. W. Chester spent Monday and Tuesday in Charlotte buying spring mer chandise for Be Ik's Department Store. Mr. and Mrs. R. E. Agle were in Greensboro last Tuesday night for the birthday celebra tion of Mr. Agle’s brother, Mr. E. H. Agle. Mr. John CounciU and Mr. Grady Moretz, Jr., both ' stu dents at the University of North Carolina, spent the weekend at their homes here. Mr. and Mrs. R. H. Harmon and sons. Bobble and Charles, were weekend guests of Mr. and Mrs. Edwin Jones and Mr. and Mrs. Joe Reed of Valdese. Dr. and Mrs. J. H. Sowder and children, Lynn and John, of North Wilkes boro were week end guests of Dr. and Mrs. E. T. Glenn. Miss Josle Roten of Greens boro and Mr. Henry Abenethy of Durham visited with Mr. and Mrs. Herman Wilcox Sunday. Mrs. Leon Reece of Zloa villa is a patient at Watauga Has gtW BY ROB RIVERS The Frigid Winds.... And Drifting Snows Whether it was Rachel’s discovery of the little old Woman with the wierd way of telling what the weather is going to be, or Jim Sherwood’s hoot owl, we don’t know, but the week end came a-snowin’ again to pile down the third heavy layer in as many week-ends. . . Saturday night brought in the wild winds, to heap the snow in frigid drifts and to drive the mercury down to eighteen degrees below zero. . . . Sunday noon the wind was still driving the frozen snow, like bits of steel to freeze and cut the faces of those of us who sallied forth on foot to test our strength against the wrath of the blizzard_While the sun came out, the fiery planet was without heat in these parts and very cold temperatures yet prevailed the first of the week. ... In 1960 (we hate to mention it), the big snows came on Wednesdays, we think; this time they descend on Saturdays. . . . How long this will continue remains to be seen, but all would agree that the seven-day cycle is something to contemplate as each fresh layer of snow waits for icy company. IN EARLY MANHOOD we need to spend our time working on newspapers in the high reaches of the Colorado Rockies, where snow shoes are as much of a necessity for foot travelers as snow glasses. . . It snows early and late, and winter hasn’t set in good till three-foot picket fences are obscured... We were doing a hitch up at Canon City, near the mouth of the Royal Gorge of the Arkansas River, and it was cold and snowy. . . A man I worked with and I spent a good deal of time at Mr. Singer’s Corner Drug Store, where we invested some of our skimpy change in soda water, milk shakes and the like. . . And we did a deal of fellow shipping with the two young ladies who Jerked the soda. . . I made the mistake of telling of the big snows and the below zero weather which sometimes visited Carolina, and got a big laugh. . . And when I insisted that it was the truth, cross my heart and hope to die, I lost what reputation I had managed to build up In a strange town, and became known around the Drug Store as the biggest liar in Colorado, native or outland er... In late yean when I stray into northern or western sec tions of the country, I always agree that it’s sunny and mild back home, even in the middle of the winter. . . My veracity has never been questioned when I fib about the weather. gammer’s showery weather with out his mud chains. Typo Fingerg Telegraph Key The following, which was pub lished in the Lenoir Topic seventy-five years ago, gives us an item of local history which hadn’t been handed down to us: "THE POLES for the Boone and Blowing Rock Telegraph lines have been planted. . . Mr. George F. Harper, who has the contract to string the wire will begin the job today and have it finished by the end of the week. . . The office in Boone will be in the Watauga Democrat office and the operator will be a com positor on that newspaper.” Uncle Pinkney HIS PAL AVERIN’S DEAR MISTER EDITOR: I wasn’t paying no attention last Wednesday to the weather but it wouldn’t suprise me none if the Groundhog went back in his hole whether he saw his sha dow or not. He probable stuck his head out and took a quick look around at some of the go ' ink's on and decided to hiber ' rwVe'-fer the dilation. If a neit’s 1 Mowed over his hole and he took a look at some of the items I’ve been reading, he probable packed up Mama Groundhog and all the littleuns and headed fer the South Seas. I brung this item up at the country store Saturday night and Clem Webster said he had quit worrying about the Ground hog and had started worrying about wimmen. He reported his old lady announced her Ladies Aid Society had elected a “sta tistician” at their last meeting. He said fer the life of him he couldn't figger what they want ed with one of them things. He said the only two places he ever knowed they had these varmets was on the payroll of insurance companies and the Guvemment. Leastwise, he allowed, them two was ferever giving out figgers on how many people was gifting killed, ways they was libel to git killed, while the Govern ment was using the same fig gers to show how many millions was libel to need public aid. Zeke Grubb broke in to say these flggerheads was marvels. He pointed out they could tell how long you was going to live, haw much a baby owed in taxes afore it was borned, and how much taxes it was libel to pay afore it died. The Ground Hag ^ ^ Is Yet To Appear The ground hog, known by the purists as the woodchuck, and by some of the less respect* ful as simply a “chuck” is due to put in his appearance today, and as this is written, the long range forecasts would indicate the sleepy pig will see his sha dow, beat it back into his under ground hideaway and go back to snoozing. . . For, according to old beliefs, there will be an other six weeks of bad weather. . . We’ve had great respect for the groundhog, even though he’s considered in any farming area as being full of cussed ness. . . We like him for his toughness, for his ability to weather the adversities man has thrown his way. . . He continues to survive in considerable num bers, even after he’s become a prime target for the riflemen who shoot, simply out of the urge to kill something. . . And to tell the truth, as a good mountain man, we feel just a tad better when groundhog day stays overcast and the sun’s un able to peek through, even a teeny-weeny bit Uf 11me And Tire Chains Aa placing of chain* on Out driving wheel* of auto mobile* M they will bold on slippery nriaew date* back to our lint knowledge of automobile*, and they persist In about the (ante font after all these yean, . . Even the faitener* are about a* Bat'd to manage and a* contrary ac in the T-model dan when the thing* were stashed with the side certain* under the back tout, since the gas tank wa* un der Ike treat one. . . But In theae day*, they were always *»•»■ »■ “mud chains”, for every time a shower fell on the dirt road*, ana had to get eat in the mud and apply the thing* ■o’* he could get going again. We never thought In those times of their being used on h1** er on Icy surfaces, far we had no notion of ever u*b« a »oter car in winter time. . . When the first bad weather cam*, the autoaaebUe wa* tferod. • . About April it wee taken out, duly oiled wtih a can Which was held by a little bracket under the head, wash ad off and driven far a taw Milaa to get It au Umbered np a»la... Blacking up th* wheel* Wa* advised to protect the the* lien* the caaUnuian lead. But *ne didn’t vanning * none oi uie fellers, Mister Editor, could figger out whet a “statistician” would do at a Ladies Aid Society meeting. Ed Doolittle final figgered it out that she would control die static at the discussion about money and projects. If they was any thing, allowed Ed, that keeps wimrnen raising static it was Money, how to git it, and how > to spend it ~ Bug Hookum was of the opin-1 km they probable added a “sta tistician” bo’s everybody would have a title. He claimed wim men would work a heap harder if they had a title to go with the job. He reported since his old lady was made secretary of her dub die ain’t been home more’n one day a week. Personal, Mister Editor, they ain’t no Afferent from the man folks In this matter. I was reading in the papers where the cky manager of —~ place re ported they had been a improve ment in the morale of his sani tation department on account of a new listing on the payroll. Everbody he said, knowed that, “maintenance and custodial per •onnell" gits a hasp mors work: done than plain janitors. ... < Yours truly, • •* .: •>; ;; , «t-t»teele Pinkney *
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