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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.
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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.
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(© 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.
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>; 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.