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THE CHATHAM BLANKETEER
November 19, 193^
Throug-h the Mill
Perhaps you often wonder why
you do not “get the breaks.” Per
haps you feel discouraged when
you think of your mistakes. Just
tighten up the upper lip. Re
member, Jack or Bill, it’s only
timber straight and sound that
passes through the mill.
You think, no doubt, your lot
is hard; you seek for things in
vain. Good timber must go
through the mill to show its per
fect grain. The log that never
feels the bite of whirling teeth
that sting, escapes a lot of pain,
perhaps, but isn’t worth a thing.
Why worry if the goal you seek
seems far away? Just plug along
and fine rewards will surely come
some day. You’ll find that life’s
a joyful game and holds a lot of
thrills. A timber takes no polish
till it passes through the mill.
Be happy, you can stand the
gaff and bide your time and wait.
No timber passes through the mill
unless it’s strong and straight.
The stick that has the twisted
grain and makes the planer dull
is cast aside as worthless; there’s
no value in a cull.
So take the works and like it,
be you Harry, Tom or Bill, for
even knots are polished when a
stick goes through the mill. It
hurts when your rough edges meet
the steel revolving fast, but you’ll
be perfect timber when you’re
through the mill at last.—Se
lected.
Colds and Pneumonia
By OHNA BATES, R. N.
Colds are very contagious. So
many serious diseases often start
from a single cold. Catching
colds may result from several
different causes, but chances are
better for escaping them if you
avoid crowded places where there
are always people who are care
less. Always cover up a cough or
sneeze with a handkerchief, never
cough freely into the air.
The symptoms of a cold are:
headache, sneezing, aching, chilly
and high temperature. You should
start at once to doctor a cold.
Take plenty of fluids and keep
your bowels open. If severe cold
results, keep away from the re
mainder of the family. Always
sleep in well ventilated room.
Pneumonia
Pneumonia is a general infec
tion caused from exposure to cold.
The symptoms are a high temper
ature, cough, shortness of breath,
pain in sides and chest. The
room should always be well venti
lated, but free from drafts. In
case of pneumonia always force
fluids and give the medicines on
time and carry out the doctor’s
orders accurately.
A Good Thanksg*ivingr
Said old Gentleman Gay, “On a
Thanksgiving Day,
If you want a good time, then
give something away”;
So he sent a fat turkey to Shoe
maker Price,
And the Shoemaker said, “What
a big bird! how nice;
And, since a good dinner’s before
me, I ought
To give poor Widow Lee the small
chicken I bought.”
“This fine chicken, O see,” said
the pleased Widow Lee,
“And the kindness that sent it,
how precious to me!
I would like to make someone as
happy as I—
I’ll give Washwoman Biddy my
big pumpkin-pie.”
“And O, sure,” Biddy said, “ ’tis
the queen of all pies!
Just to look as its yellow face
gladdens my eyes!
Now it’s my turn, I think; and a
ginger-cake
For the motherless Finigan Child
ren I’ll bake.”
“A sweet cake, all our own! ’Tis
too good to be true!”
Said the Finigan Children, Rose,
Denny and Hugh;
“It smells sweet of spice, and
we’ll carry a slice
To poor little Lame Jake, who
ha^ nothing that’s nice.”
“O, I think you, and thank you!”
said little Lame Jake;
“Oh, what a beautiful, beautiful
beautiful cake,
And O, such a big slice! “I’ll save
all the crumbs.
And will give ’em to each little
Sparrow that comes!”
And the Sparrows they twittered,
as if they would say.
Like old Gentleman Gay, “On a
Thanksgiving Day,
If you want a good time, then
give some away!”
Thanksgiving*
For all Thy precious gifts, dear
Lord,
We bless Thy Holy Name,
Tomorrow, now and yesterday.
Thou art the same.
But for the gift of Jesus Christ,
We feel most gratitude.
And under His atoning blood.
Our souls are kept renewed.
He is the v.ery Bread of Life,
And on His Word we feed.
Thanks be to Him who gives
sweet peace—
God will supply our need.
And so Thanksgiving in our,
hearts.
We gladly keep today,
Christ is the Pearl of Greatest
Price,
Who ne’er will pass away.
The
Chatham Blanketeer
Editor-in-Chief Claudia Austin
Assistant J Hoyt T. Hambright
Editors ^ A. R. Plaster
Circulation J R. G. Chatham, Jr.
Managers Stauber Flynt
Chief Reporter John Sagar
/ Leona Darnell
Club Reporters....<| Bessie Gilliam
(Madie Austin
Weaving Catherine Brarmon
Spinning & Carding
Pauline Morrison
Shop, Dye & Power Plant
Elizabeth Underwood
Spooling & Burling Fay Reavis
Wool Dept Pauline Masten
Napping & Wash Room
Dorothy Norman
Finishing Dept Hallie Ball
Shipping Dept Margaret Taylor
Night Force Earl Conrad
Old Mill Sherman Newman
Winston Office Roxie Bowen
Elkin Off ice...-Marjorie Greenwood
The
First Thanksgiving
The Pilgrims landed on Ply
mouth Rock about three hundred
years ago in the cold winter. They
plowed and planted in the spring
and God gave them good things.
So in the autumn they thought
it right to keep a day of thanks
giving to God for His goodness.
They invited the Indians to come
and keep Thanksgiving with them.
The Indians were heathen and did
not know about the true God, but
they were willing to be friends
to the whites. King Massasoit
was the chief of the Indians, and
he led a band of ninety warriors
into old Plymouth at sunrise on
Thanksgiving Day. Each Indian
was dressed in his best, with long
feathers, pretty beads and bright
paint.
When the drum sounded, for
that was all the church bell they
had, the people all went to church.
Then the women and girls spread
the long table and got dinner.
After that Captain Miles Stand-
ish had his soldiers drill. They
marched around the flying flag
and the drums beating, and shot
off a cannon. ■
What would the Indians think
of that noise, when they had
never heard a cannon fired be
fore?
And that Thanksgiving did not
stop with one; it lasted three
days. The Indians brought five
deer, and the Pilgrims had tur
keys, oysters, roast meats, fruits
and other good things.
When you are keeping your
own Thanksgiving, we are sure
you will like to know about the
first Thanksgiving Day in New
England such a long time ago.—
The Picture World.
Born to Mr. and Mrs. Roscoe
Beulin, Chatham Park, a son, on
Nov. 9th.
Born to Mr. and Mrs. Lester
Luffman, a daughter, Hilda Gay,
September 25th.
WINSTON OFFICE
“I WOULD HAVE”
“When I was a little boy
girl) I had to walk for two mile*
in the cold, rain, and snow to
to school and had old benches to
sit on and only one teacher
all grades. If I had only had tb®
opportunity that the children
today have now I would
taken advantage of every
ute. I would have studied ac'*
made life easier but I’ve alwa^^
had to work.”
Did you ever hear any or
of the above expressions? We'*'
are they true? If I have
don’t I? Why don’t you? You’r®
not too old.
Four years ago in one of
North Carolina colleges there
a daughter, mother and gran^'
mother receiving their diploiw^^
from the same class on the saiii®
day. Did they have money.
When husband and son-in-l^'^
had died they still had to ha''®
a home, and all wanted a colle^^
education, so they rented a hous®
near the school and kept boarder^
and in that way worked their
through. We can believe th^^
when they say, “I would have”
With books of history, languaS®’
eography and other subjects
our very hand we pass along
never turn a page. “What
ference does it make if Ameri*'^
was discovered in 1342 or 1492,
the earth round or flat? Hit
han’t none of my concern.”
we select something light, fictioi^'
etc. Not only do we have booi^^’
but instructors are ours for
asking—every opportunity is oUf®'
The American people are call%
“The Nation of Seventh GradefS-
The time has been when the P®®”
pie were not to blame, but
who are living today have oU^'
selves to blame. We have the oP'
portunity and “if we would Ha''^
we will.”
MRS. NAOm EWING
News has been received here ^
the death of Mrs. Naomi
Ewing, of Clover, S. C., death
lowing an operation there at»o^
five weeks ago. Burial servi^®
were held from the Clover
tist church and interment
made in the Woodside cemete^^'
Mrs. Ewing was a sister of
Maxwell of the Elkin Mill. ^ ’
Maxwell coming to Elkin
summer where he was a mein'^®^
of the baseball squad. The
friends of Mr. Maxwell extend ^
him their deepest sympathy
the loss of his sister. Mrs.
leaves to mourn her loss a
and mother and several brotli®’'
and sisters, all of Clover.
Very few of the big jobs
held by men who would rat^
lie cold and shiver than get ^
for an extra blanket.
Money talks, but all that
of us hear is the echo.
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