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MIRRORS OF MEMORIES It's Sunday night, and again we toil here at the type writer 80 that nine of you Tribune readers will have this column in hand to not read the latter part of this week. For the past hour and one-half we have been telling the kids ghost stories, and tales of our youth, with and without exaggeration. In memory we went back to those carefree days to watch the many exciting and some silly things pass in review. For instance, the time we were pressed into ser vice, along with three others, as a quartet. And how we sang, as the junior portion of a group of community singers, at the colored Methodist church* ► to a colored audience, any one of which could have put us all in the shade when it came to vocalizing. Our quartet was quite a group, and how we got roped in to sing ing still makes us wonder. Besides ourself, there was Sheppard Strudwick, now a leading man on Broadway and one who has been mentioned for a part in the movie version of "Gone With the Wind;" Benjamin and Edgerton Hester, sons of the Metodiat preacher of the Hillsboro Methodist church, the latter now dead these many years in California. But we were a gay group of songsters so long as we weren't singing. Shep's mother was our singing teacher and accompanist, and singing wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't for the silly song we had to sing. Imagine a person of our dignity standing up before a church full of self-re specting colored folks agonizing our tonsils on a song the words of which went something like this: "I saw a ship a-sailing, A-sailing on the sea. And O it was all laden With pretty things for thee. There were apples in the cabins. TODAY (Thursday)—On The Screen— FRIDAY ONLY— SATURDAY—SPECIAL!— NEXT WEEK—MONDAY-TUESDAY— *5 V —On The Stage— I»0VE AND SIOO 000 00 m THOMAS BECK SHAVER'S e^PW*W", :S W- ; £ «>B«MBSS DELUXE wuugMKf » z SS-qt» / H TheHARTMANS MEWE «-« TiT / AXTFRNMORRINN With New Faces Comedy LEWIS STONE • GUY KIBBEE _ __ I . ON THE STAGE „ , . *«••« »»•> *y cywi hb» iicm MBkwßi 10c-30c ■ lilKi 01AU£| Featuring AHm 1 oi^H-iitoyWfiwN. i«bM «hi m«dmm lut dUt ■ ■ M * AUin. lUC-OUC J. WtftartokM •»««••* Marry «uf TATHER GOES ON A DIET , T i— . „ „ .. DL _ . IN A SENSATIONAL iiius.M, All Children Attending the Matinee Will Wednesday '"SSTiSr' 1 ' SlH t^ U * h B»Gir«.4ft«rfC~kk»Wlth'n» FAMILY >T»V Also Novelty Numbers jyij ss A gnes p ar j ue Compliments of the Management SHOW V■ B1 You'll Split Your Sides Laffing! Local Girl, Will Take rnnmir uin/ni OJTI. UIWV WAI 111 I A Selected Shorts Adm. 10c-25c * n maz > n 8T COMING MARCH 24TH BUIA M 'IVI lIA ACt. The manacemeai Is proud to announce a very special show (AMCC ■ M I ~ Ab. t»L_ for Thursday, Varch 24th, at which time we will present Jvllu} I H V JH "u Ine screen from the stage "Follies of the South Seas," with a cast of all ■ H J I I FRIDAY—MIDNIGHT SHOW— ■""* l),ncm Thto oom " „ m . 11l ■ //*% • f a m On the sereen we will preoent a selected movie—"Tancan's Re- % JI k I ® • 1II™«-» « rl I 1 __ __ yj in venge," featuring Eleanor Holm Jarrett and Glen Morris. East * Mm HH m raia to uance "under suspicion" ||~ Alim >ll klr . . WlWiai JUOI IUUI Sse. Wo are sore you will not want to mlae this bl( double Adm. 11 selected Shorts Adm. 10c-25c Adm.loc-25c Only 10c V,' ► And oranges in the hold, And the spreading sails were made of silk, And the masts were made of gold. The four and twenty sailors Who stood between the decks, Were four and twenty white mice With chains around their necks. The captain was a little duck. With a packet on his back, And —when the ship began to move The Captain said "Quack! Quack!" We also had another song for an encore, but seems as if I can remember ever having to sing that one, the little ship usually satis fying all the musical appetites. Then there was the night that a bosom friend of ours who was nicknamed "Croaker," due to the fact that during summer vaca tions he drove a delivery wagon for a local grocery store, to which was hitched a donkey by name of Croaker, found a dead man sit ting on the steps of a building across Main street from the drug store. Those steps were a favor ite place for us youngsters to sit on a moonlit summer night, and THE ELKIN TRIBUNE, ELKIN. NORTH CAROLINA we waited across the street for the still image to move on before going over ourself, figuring that it was a drunk. However, the figure didn't move or change his position in any way, and soon our suspicions were aroused. A few minutes later a slow witted colored boy happened along the opposite side of the street and drew to a sudden halt in front of the inantlmate figure sprawled in a sitting position upon the steps. "Uncle Ben!" the darkey said once, and then again, but no an swer. Then, as if suddenly re membering he had urgent busi ness elsewhere, the colored boy hit it up the street at double time, not even bothering to look back. Figuring we were on the track of a real adventure, we eased across the street, and not feeling very comfortable about it, either. Close Inspection revealed the fig ure to be an aged darkey a for mer slave of some eighty-odd years—who evidently had set himself down to rest—and joined his maker. It's a little beside the point to mention that this playmate of our youth who was nicknamed "Croaker," grew up to become a doctor. We remember a lot of exciting things that happened down home when we were a boy. There was the night that a robber stepped from the edge of a patch of tall corn and struck Uncle Ed Rosa mond over the head with a huge stick, robbing him of the Satui day night proceeds from his store. Bloodhounds were called and went directly to the bedside of a young man of rather shady reputation who lived close by. Although it could never be proved, everyone down home has a pretty fair idea of who the robber was. Then there was the night that someone—and at the time we fig ured he had the right idea —who placed a high explosive under the house in which the superin tendent of the Hillsboro school roomed. Although luckily no one was injured, the blast wrecked the front part of the house, overturn ing the piano in the front room and blowing the heavy front door all the way through the house to the back porch. Again there were bloodhounds, and this time the trail led through the Presbyterian cemetery to the street where it came to a dead end. Later a de tective—we didn't know It until he had gone—fooled around town for several weeks, and It was ru mored that the guilty party or parties—had been brought to light and the case hushed up due to the prominence of the families in volved. Ah, but those were the good old days! Nothing that ever happens now was half so exciting as a run away horse, or a midnight fire. We'll never forget the night we were awakened to see the reflec tion of flames playing upon the walls of our bedroom window. A downtown store—and Just a few hundred feet from our father's home, was In full blaze, and Hills boro didn't have water. Everybody attended the fire down home in those days. And we watched the flames consume the store in which they had orig inated and spread to a large wooden structure just so much closer to home. Then they Jump ed to a large wooden warehouse that adjoined our lot and Mama started packing. The flames rose higher and the heat became more intense. We wound up on top of the house with wet blankets over the shingle roof while the blaze drew resin out of the weatherboardlng below us. Downstairs on the front porch our mother had packed many of our things Into large trunks and was about ready to give the word that would start a wholesale re moval of our household furniture. At the. height of the excite ment, the wife of the local Bap tist preacher, a rather buxom lady attired In a flowing klmona and curl papers, rushed up to our mother to offer a few words of encouragement and consolation. "Mrs. Browning, Mrs. Browning," she called, "now don't get excited, pray, don't get excited, but—they are saying your house will burn!" Ah, she was a comforting soul, bless her. The house didn't burn. Flexible Salesman: "Ladles and gentle men, I have here the famous flex ible comb that will stand any kind of treatment. You can bend It double—you can hit It with a hammer—you can twist It—you can—" Interested Listener: "Say, mis ter, can you comb your hair with It?" IT MUST BE GOOD TO OE t f!Bsr f 6 rsA& ltfA *oMC' SIX YEARS of testing against that Orange has outproduced competitive brands reveal competitive fertilizers, not these important facts about only once or twice, but con- Orange. (1) It has won nearly sistently for the past 6 years— -90% of all tests. (2) It has then doesn't it seem reason produced an average of 94 able to believe that it will pro lbs. and $44.05 per acre more duce more for you, too? of tobacco. (3) It has pro- There's nothing like Orange duced an average of the market. For nearly SIOO per ton , J ji top money this year, better. try it under your When you consider crop. AVERAGE FOR SIX YEARS OF TESTS BY 54 GROWERS (104 COMPETING PLOTS) Averafta Yield Annie Price Net Amount Per Acre Per 1M Lbe. Per Acre ORANGE TOBACCO FERTILIZER 1011 $27.59 $278.91 COMPETITIVE BRANDS 917 25.41 234.84 ORANGE HRTUJziV i SMITH-DOUGLASS CO.. INC. 818 Guilford Bldg.—Greensboro, N. C. PUNTS AT NORFOLK, VA. . DAMVILLE, V/L . KINSTON, N. C. . MURFREESBORO, N. c. . WASHINGTON, N.e. FERTILIZERS FOR TOBACCO . TRUCK . COTTON • PEANUTS . GRAIN Tribune Advertising Gets Results! Thursday. March 17. 1938
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