PAGE EIGHT jrjH ~ ri,uioS from Wide World photos ANOTHER “WORLD’S LARGEST” A NEW SUPER-SKYSCRAPER ARISES IN NEW YORK. New York.—A view of the new Empire State Building after tue completion of the steel work. 1,048 feet above 34th Street and Fifth Avenue, New York. When finished, the building will be the tallest in the world. _ — PITTSBORO METHODIST CHURCH There will be preaching service in the local Methodist church Sunday ■night, at 7:30, to which service the public is cardially invited to at-j tend. Folowing the service the pas-1 tor will hold a conference ot the. church membership. It is inipoitant' that every member be present sdnoe.j There is business of impoitance to j be considered. j REPORT OF THE CONDITION OF THE BANK OF MONCURE AT MONCURE, NORTH CAROLINA to the Corporation Commission, at the close of business on the 24th Day of September, 1930. RESOURCES Loans and Discounts $ 94,310. <5 Overdrafts - None United States Bonds 300.00 North Carolina Bonds 11,000.00 Ail Other Stocks and Bonds 1,000.00 Banking House - 2,500.00 Furniture and Fixtures 2,000.00 Cash in Vault and Amts due from App. Depository Banks 6,352.79 Checks for Clearing and Transit Items ~ 169.61 Other Real Estate r ~~ - 2,500.00 TOTAL $120,139.15 I LIABILITIES Capital Stock Paid In • 25,000.00 Surplus Fund 1,000.00 "Undivided Profits (Net Amount) 259.36 Reserved for Interest .... 200.00 Other Deposits Subject to Check 38,908.64 Cashiers Checks Outstanding .t... 1, 902.83 Dividend Checks Outstanding 4.00 Time Certificates of Deposit (Due on or After 30 Days) 20,765.11 Savings Deposits (Due on or After 30 Days) 9,474.21 Bills Payable • 19,500.00 Reserved for loss 125.00 Boncfc - 3,000.00; ■ - TOTAL $120,130.15 STATE OF NORTH CAROLINA, COUNTY OF CHATHAM: W. W. Langley, Cashier, C. D. Wilkie, Director, arid W. J. Harroon, Director of the Bank of Moncure, each personally appeared before me this day, and, being duly sworn, each for himself, says that the foregoing report is true to the best of his knowledge and belief. W. W. LANGLEY, Cashier C. D. WILKIE, Director W. J. HARMON, Director Sworn to and subscribed before me this the 6th day of October, 1930. ,(Seal) MARY E. BLAND, Notary Public My Commission Expires September 16, 1931. REPORT OF THE CONDITION OF THE BANK OF GOLDSTON AT GOLDSTON, NORTH CAROLINA, to the Corporation Commission, at the close of business on the 24th Day of September, 1930. RESOURCES Loans and Discounts $230,294.18 North Carolina Bonds * 7,000.00 Banking House * 6,000.00 Furniture and Fixtures 3,500.00 Cash in Vault and Amts, due from App. Depository Banks 27,093.06 TOTAL $273,887.24 LIABILITIES Capital Stock paid in $ 15,000.00 Surplus Fund 11,000.00 Undivided Profits (net amount) 3,564.93 Reserved for Interest 1,000.00 # Unearned Interest 1,000.00 Other Deposits Subject to Check 64,342.17 Deposits due State of N. C. and any official thereof: Secured 1,407.42 Cashiers Checks Outstanding 203.32 Certified Checks Outstanding 134.00 Dividend Checks Outstanding 2.00 Time Certificates of Deposit (due on or after 30 Savings Deposits (due on or after 30 days) 57,834.18 Bills Payable 15,000.00, Reserve for Contingencies 1,000.00 TOTAL : $273,887.24 STATE OF NORTH CAROLINA, COUNTY OF CHATHAM T. W. Goldston, Cashier, Hugh Womble, director, and O. Z. Barber, director, of the Bank of Goldston, each personally appeared before me this day, and, being duly sworn, each for himself, says that the foregoing report is true to the best of his knowledge and belief. T. W. GOLDSTON, Cashier HUGH WOMBLE, Director O. Z. BARBER, Director Sworn to and subscribed before me this the 6th day of October, 1930. (SEAL) V. O. OLDHAM, Notary Public. My commission expires July 7th, 1932 ICPW CHEERY FRiEUP HAS CLUMB A TREE TO READ HIE PAPER. IN PEACE , BEFORE A NEIGHBOR, BORROWS ITAVHEN I W/E HEAR OF A NEIGHBOR BOR ROiVitJG THE WEEKS CROP OF HANDBILLS AHD CIft£ULARS t THEN WE'LL ADMIT NEWSPAPER. ADVERTISING- HAS ARWAI* Te man who boasts he would never rob a poor widow does not promise he won’t marry a rich one lor her money.» | It is still better for a young 'man to go west with nothing i than to go south with some j thing. ESI 'CHATHAM RECORD, PITTSBORO, N. C: | MYSTERY | | OF THAT | | JOINT BANK | 1 ACCOUNT | I - W. sssesgs*£&&&&&&&& (© by D. J. Walsh.) PHILIP WHITECASTLE, his jaw set, nervously hung up the tele phone receiver, lie turned to bis beautiful wife, daintily clad in a kimono, a look of abject terror in-his honest bhte eyes. “Mary,” his words froze in his throat. lie was shaking as one shakes during a nervous chill. He tried to speak, but his words choked and died in a husky voice strangely overpow ered by emotion. 11 is eyes, like ghosts peeping from tombs, finally rested in a blank stare on the family Bible, still open after the quiet hour of evening devotions. “Philip,” came the gentle voice of a woman with poise and balance. “Phil ip, what on earth lias happened; who telephoned to you at this hour; what was the message?” It was several minutes before this strong man could talk coherently. In broken sentences, punctuated by long pauses, jerking muscles and deep sobs, Mrs. Whitecastle learned that a news paper reporter from the Morning Life had telephoned her husband. The re porter had informed Philip that the Morning Life would carry a story con necting his name with that of a wom an, a recluse, who had just died. “What comment has Mr. Whitecas tle to make?” the reporter inquired. The little illuminated clock on the mantel struck eleven. Philip, without a word, limped to the door. t “But, Philip, surely you are not go ing out tonight? William isn’t home yet, and I’m afraid to be alone.” The last words of this gentle pro test were unheard by Philip. He was blindly groping his way down the street. Just as the little illuminated clock struck twelve a knock came at the door. “Who is there?” and Mrs. Whitecas tle attempted to conceal her fear. “It’s me, mother; it’s William —let me in—oh, please hurry”—and his voice was full of agitation; he was like some one in a trance being chased by burglars. “Mother, mother, dear.” he cried, as the dopr opened. He shoved into the hand of this brave little woman a copy of the Morjiing Life. There, on the front page, like daggers, in glar ing red letters, she read: “Philip Whiteeastle’s Name Linked With Woman.” Her eyes glistening with scalding tears she read on while William stood silently as one struck dumb: “Ths death of an unknown recluse to a dark. niu*4f room at 123 Jane street he Jinked 'with the name of Philip Whitecastle, married, church men, as*d the dean as engiapdra o* the Ifr S\ T. railroad. A j<>in't hank ac count book wn's foaqd in her room w few police i*T«&t4g**6d late last afgfcfe.* jftra. Whiter as tie. after a long pause Hd a struggle at aeif-eonVwtf, was the first to speak! my sob. yotfr ftithar and I hare lived an idea^ parried life. You are i>ow twenty-one* yeara of age. Fo,r trrenjfy-flve glorious yfekrs your lather and I hare been p«4s, sweethearts. No cloud has marred our hairiness. Whatever that cruel newspaper story suggests will he satisfactorily ex plained by your father. We have trusted each otlidr implicitly, and long ago we agreed never to doubt each otlier on apparent circumstances woven by second-hand informatio*. I know everything will be all right, my boy.” “But, mother, Jane told me —** A key rattled in the keyhole of the door. The door opened. Philip White castle with three reporters at his heels, entered. “Mr. tVhitecastle,” began one re porter “you have, no doubt, read the morning paper?” “Yes.” “Well, what is the real story back of this mysterious setting?” “Mysterious?” and Philip shrugged his shoulders helplessly. “Perhaps you prefer that your wife and son leave the room while we dis cuss this affair?” “On the contrary, I insist that they remain.” “Mr. Whitecastle, hack of the death of this recluse, this woman, is a story, an interesting story, I might say. The public demands that we print the news. We propose to get that story from your lips, if possible, but, re gardless of that, we have 'enough facts right now to write a* story. “We know that you and this woman had a joint bank account. You had had it for many years. We know that you frequently visited her. We know that she left $50,000. We know that you were the only one with a key to her trunk, to her jewel box. We know that you invested money for her. We suspect that she was once a wom an of power and intiuence —ah, yes— even refinement, I dare say. “What is the story?” “Well, boys,” Philip asserted frank ly, “it would seem that you fellows have enough dynamite there to con coct any kind es story you choose to write.” Mrs. Whitecastle and William sat silent, drinking in every word In this strange drama. “You refuse, then, to throw any light on your connection with this woman—this joint bank account?’ “I refuse to make any comment,” and Philip'* Whitecastle opened the door, at the same time handing the reporters their hats. “Philip, dear,” and Mrs. Whitecas tle paused, almost afraid to frame the question, “Philip, those teyrible in sinuations, cannot be true; they can’t. Please let me hear you say tjiat they are not true. Tell me it is all a mis take —Philip—oh, darling, tell me —did you know that woman?” “Yes,” with a note of triumph in his voice. “Did you love her?” “With all my heart.” “Who—who was she —what was her name?” “She —she —was my mother.” Treaty Makes Definite Ownership of Islands Seven “lost” islands will be reat tached to the Philippines by a con vention between England and the Unit ed States fixing the boundary between North Borneo and the Philippine archi pelago. Mislaying islands in the Philippines is easier than it would seem, says the National Geographic society, because there are approximately 7,000 islands in the archipelago, distributed over an area equal in length to the distance from Palataka, Fla., to Mackinaw City, Mich. Taganak, most important.of the sev en “lost” islands, is only a mile long. Some of the others are merely clumps of trees on small rocks or coral patches. None is inhabited. England lias been administering the seven “lost” islands off Borneo, giving them the little attention they need. On Taganak is a lighthouse marking the entrance to Sandakan harbor, the most important port on the North Borneo coast. The provision of the old Spanish and British treaty has been found im possible of fulfillment, because “nine nautical miles off the coast” creates an impossible surveying problem, due to the sinuous curves off the Borneo coast. So an Imaginary line has been drawn across the ocean and it is speci fied that all the, islands and rocks north of this line, ahd this means most of the group known as the Turtle is lands, will go to the Philippines. In adition to Taganak there are Great Bakkungaan, Langaan. Lihiman, Boa an, Baguan and the Mangsees lying north of Mangsee channel. Although Hie Islands are uninhabited and very difficult to reach, because of the barriers of coral which surround them, natives go to them regularly to gather coconuts and turtle eggs. The Turtle islands, as they are lo cally oulled, and the Mangsees, lie along the southern edge of the Sulu sea a.ti(l are as far south of Manila as Charleston, S. C., is south of New York. ‘Too Cold to Snow” The weather bureau says the great er rfisuhfer more or less heavy snows Come with southerly so easterly Auds. J. 0.. lit what Is known as the “p«kuy’ r p’oFlion of the cyclonic or, «V)ra a|-ea. These winds generally ais n*latjvfcly mild. As the pimsea, the winds come from the northwest, roughly, and are relatively cold. Iu precipitation comes wltii relatively warm easterly to southerly winds, and clear weather follows ‘with relatively cold northwest \yl\ify. IT, then, the winter wind Is fro® the northwest, it is cold, and from the wrong direction to give - much snmv. This presumably is the ortgin of the saying: “It is too cold to snow.” This statement, however, Is not literally true, for light snows can occur at any temperature, and, indeed, it occasionally happens that heavy snows occur when the surface air Is quite cold. Early Postage Stamps The iisP of postage stamps was au thorized in this country in 1845, but congress made no provision for print ing them. For the next two years the postmasters of various cities produced their own stamps, impressed with ink directly on the envelope. In 1847 the Post Office department was empowered to issue national stamps, and all the local postmasters’ stamps were ordered destroyed. The first stamp was sold July 1, 1547; the first stamped enve lope in June, 1853, and the first stamped newspaper wrapper in 1861. During the Civil war small coin was so scarce tlmt encased postage stamps were used as money. A New York man, John Gault, received a patent on these flat circular metal cases for the stamps, protecting them with a thin sheet of mica. Then There Is Limburger She was giving an order to the grocer. “And I require some cheese,” she said. - “Yes, Vniss,” replied the grocer, smil ing amiably; “I have some lovely cheese.” “You sTTbuld not say ‘lovely cheese’!” said the customer severely. “But why not, miss? It is lovely cheese!” “Because” —she tried to combine maidenly modesty with an air of learn ing—“because lovely should only be used to qualify something that is alive.” The grocer’s snjile broadened au he glanced at the Gorgonzola. “XYoU, miss,” he said, “I’ll stick to ‘lovely’!”—Progressive Grocer. >: 1 >; She Loops to >; sll$ l l Conquer $ >j By GENEVRA COOK >! v AVERY ' DOU(M.AS* black eyes flashed. “Well, I guess if my brother can be a mail/pilot, t ought to be a female pilot.” “Oh, Dad, she's only got a crush on that new instructor out at the field— ’’ Her cheeks a becoming and telltale crimson, Avery turned furiously to her older sister. “Just because you’re In love yourself, Jan, you suspect every body. But, oh, Dad.” she whirled to him suddenly, “1 do want to fly. And you won’t have to send me away, or anything. I’d just as soon learn over at—” “Over at the field where Apollo has his chariot, of course,” cut in Jan. with sisterly sweetness. “Try saying nothing yourself, Jan.” broke in Dad good naturedlv. “1 don’t see why Avery can’t fly if she wants to.” So it happened that Avery, in a smart new monkey suit, eager eyes shining under a snug leather helmet, looked trustingly up at Garth Hollo way and said: “I’m Avery Douglas. Fri like to take lessons.” From his superior height of a well sustained six feet he looked coolly down at her. “I’m sorry. Miss Doug las.” he said, quite impersonally. “1 don’t take any beginners. Mr. Jones takes oare of. those. I just have the stunt Hying, formation work, and nd vanced looping. That is Mr. Jones over there.” Mr. Jones was competent, forty-five, and weather-beaten, and Avery was well acquainted with his four children, and the nr**’ grandchild. She applied herself with determination to an in tensive study of ailerons, rudders and indicators, and made a grimace when ever, over the graying head of Mr. Jones, she saw a tall, straight- figure striding aloofly across the field. Hei one ambition in life was to loop the loop three times in succession over that man’s head. She didn’t tell any of her family when her solo flight was to he. Avery, waited until she saw Garth Helloway wheel out his plane, the Silver Bird, and stand nonchalantly beside it. She wanted desperately for him to come over and wish her luck. After all. it I \yis the biggest day in her life. and. of course, he might never see her alive again, anyway, and then maybe he’d he sorry—and, darn it, here she’d been en Hie field all summer, and he had scarcely spoken to her.. He. might come over just this onceu v x , “Plane’s ready. Mis* Douglas,’ grinned a friendly mechanic... . , ... Every one on the field was there, except Garth Holloway. Avery glanced hopefully across at hi-m. Fiercely Avery tossed her head arid sprang’ litlwsy Into her plane. Til show you,” she muttered defiantly., and waving her hand at the gFo»tp on thp field, called. “Bye, everybody. Contact r and was off. a perfect takeoff she executed a left hank and a right bank, and all . the things she bad been instructed to do fdr s perfect solo. “One more thing/’ she smiled grim ty to herself. “Just one more thing. Mr. Gurttfi Hoileway, loops!** Suddenly she was aware es Rome • thing sll>er sh’lniag between her and I the sun. The Silver Bird 1 Well, *ll. the better if fie was in the air. And he’d better fhia time. He would, too. She pressed her fltiger on a little button at her right. A siren shrieked. If he couldn’t hear that he was deaf as well as dumb! She climbed rapidly, and breathed ! a little prayer. Her prayer was: j “Garth"! Oh, please look!” Rapidly she reviewed i« her mind the process of a loop, and broke into it. ©ver. and roll, and right it again! Zowie. she had done it! Once. But a long time ago idle had promised herself the luxury of three. She diinbed. Over*, and roll, and straighten out.. Twice. Over, and roll, and—come on, plane!—' she couldn’t right it! Oh, she must! She couldn’t crash now. Not when she’d made him look at her at last. With a desperate effort she pulled the plane hack up again, straightened it out. But the ground was too near. She couldn’t gain altitude; she’d have to try landing. • She came down in a rolling meadow, and taxied bumpily over the ground to stop at the foot of a small hill. She sat in the plane, breathing hard \Suddenly there was the whir of wings in the air, the throb of a motor, and the Silver Bird was fluttering down t® rest beside her. Garth Holloway sprang from the plane, and oa-me run ning across the meadow. He lifted her tenderly from the cockpit. “Game little kid! I thought you were going to do something foolish— that’s why I followed you up.” Avery wanted to exclaim, to reas sure herself that it was really Garth’s voice so tender and low, that he had been watching all the time, and fol lowed her up on purpose. But with the wisdom of love she lay in his arms and only looked at him and wor shiped. “And you went and looped! And here I’ve been waiting all summer and only longing for the time when I could teach you.” “Teach me to 1 —loop?” Tenderly he mocked her. “Teach you to U—loop.vlear. And to l—love.” (feopvrlßht.) Speedy at Short Distance A whippet can run 200 yards in 12 seconds. It is never permitted t.o run long races, since with its speed it would soon tire. THURSDAY, OCTOBER la MORE ABOUT TWO DAYS AT W. FOREST STARTS ON PAGE ONE scholarly. Even the writer Wae prised to find him qualified tl J?' cuss most learnedly subject we had not previously knonw h e i at interested in. George Pascal v, as Dr. .Simmons of an earlier dav lke just about teach the whole y^?uld if the days were long etugh'ff him to get around. However 0r elude the technical science ’ C on/ X ~ Dr. Paschal is just now on of’ eve of coming into •much d-iit; e tion. Several years ago he wa?^' 1 acted by the Baptist State Convf' tion to write the history of v n J* Carofnia Baptists, and the first v i ume is now ready for the press t fact, the writer was just in time + make himself a little useful i n o,\° ing final readings to parts of th proofs for the volume. Hence ll knows whereof he speaks when h says that the book will bring tinction to the Chatham coumt scholar. That Baptist history Jj! appeal to any one interested in North Carolina history. Geor?" Paschal can not do a thing j n g " superficial way. Accordingly/, v/he* he begins to write, he must have his background, and the consequence is the History of the Baptists of early North Carolina wil contain the completest history of the church of England, or Episcopalians, of tru early days of North Carolina to be found. Sandy Creek Baptists and the Regulators of 1771 are almost synonymous terms, and the North Carolinian interested in the Regula tion. whatever his denomination should not fail to read Dr. Paschal’s •treatment of the' subject. The vol ume will contain neari'y six hundred pages, and is chug- full of meaty matter. It is striking to see that Dr. Paschal still 'has large Greek classes in this day iof antagonism to the classics. This is in a measure due to the fact that most of the min isterial students desire Greek, but numerous others are taking the course, though they have to begin tfith alphabeta, as scarcely any higq school in the state has a Greek course. The Hugh Morson school is the only one the writer knows definitely to teach Greek. Latin hasn’t the same advantage of demanding the attention of the ministerial students, and, despite the fact that the department is headed by a real Latin scholar and a masterly teacher in the person of Dr. Hubert Poteat, the classes have woefully dwindled ; scarcely more than sixty students are study ing Latin. It is unfortunate, as the writer sees it. We attended Dr. Po teat’s class in Pliny’s letter and are confident that the lesson was worth mora to any law student than the lesson we heard Bruce White teach in law, as well as the \ atter did it. The material and deductions of the Latin lesson are what will make the difference between a lawyer of cul ture and background and the aver age lawyer. The facts and deduc tions of the law lesson are more readily in reach of the student or the practicising attorney. But the men who miss Pliny’s letter on the question of -whether a tribune should discontinue the private practice of law, and the discussion of the Ro man law and the pusili animous con duct of the Roman senate m what Dr. Poteat characterized as the first ~'historic record of “passing the buck,** as recorded in a chapter of Living Through Another have missed what they will probably never meet in a half-century of gen eral reading and practice. But we feel that Chatham read ers are more interested in the Chat ham men and it may surprise them . to know that Dr. Paschal might probably have the additional distinc tion of having the largest number of Children in College, or spools of any kind. He has ten children and all ten of them are in school. They come three boys, three girl*, three boys, but the fourth trio was not completed. However, it started with one girl. Six or seven of them are in college, including Getrge, ’who is at Jefferson Medical College. It is a fine bunch of youngsters, though they could hardly be other wise with the capable and gracious mother they have. Dr. and Mrs. v Paschal have a beautiful home on one of the choic est sites in the village. The write. ’ never enjoyed a more delightiu hospita ity. . n Jt was bur first meeting with U]- Kitchin, the new president, but / was a pleasant one and the ’W'tm is confident of one thing, that a/e Forest College has the handsome? president in the state. But we can not refrain from mo tioning the most remarkable man on the campus, the only one e\e. made on his pattern. Dr. Sledd an the writer went to Wake hoie? the same year, he as professor an the writer as a freshman, but fortunately the freshman ciiu find out what an opportunity he was missing in not taking work un Dr. Sledd. For 42 years he ha* been at his post, and is as n ?e " the livest wire today. A few ro - utes spent in his class room ' be recalled with a chuckle for ma a day. He is naturally a w:t, a * his fine sense of humor and *o - fami iarity with the bon mot- 0 thousand years of English have given him a readiness ami fectiveness in repartee that a - e ; excellent, if equalled, in the ■ ■. state. Dr. Sledd is a ma~ o- English literature and a ma?te- i teacher of it. The wedding of Miss E l / 6 * l wall and John H. Maston, of be /- was delayed for an hour bee ol’ bridegroom’s trousers was to a dog. Spacious Vessels The total deck space of a ,M "- ton ship is equal to about eight ball grounds and in the British 1 1 tleship Hood it is possible f ,o hundred-yard race straight aw’..* 0 the quarter deck.