U. D. C.
Friday afternoon at the home of Miss
Emmie Heame Horton, Mrs. Wyche
sand Mrs. Horton organized a Junior
U. D. C. They started with a good
number.
The officers were elected as follows:
President, Emmie Heame Horton;
Vice-President, Cora Lillian Pattjer-
son; Secretary, Nell "Wthitworth;
Treasurer, Mary LfOuise Patterson,
Historian, Hazel Truett; Press Re
porter, Claire Huneycutt.
At the close of the party apples
and bananas were served. They all
had a delightful time. It was de
cided to meet once a month. Next
month It will meet wibh Miss Claire
Huneycutt.
Last Thursday afternoon the Mac-
Dowell Music Club met at the audi
torium of the high school building.
Quite a number of the pupils played
the piano, a few being from our room,
namely: Eleanor Mann, Mary Louise
and Cora Lillian Patterson.
(By Cora Lillian Patterson.)
snr.Tjki. JNRWft
of milk a day, also two grind-stones,
one set of harness and a hayrake.
Some cow!
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Maby So.
Max B.—“I wonder if he meant
anytTning by it.”
Henry L.—“By what?”
Max B.—^“Doctor HooSoo made a
lecture on ‘F6ols' and I bought a
ticket. It had on it ‘admit one’.”
—Lamar M.
^
Teacher in Hygiene—“Why should
you keep your house clean all the
time, Claire?”
Claire—^“Because . company may
walk in at any time.”
Othor—“What are you crying about,
Hoyle?”
Hoyle—“I have to go to the dentist
and have a tooth pulled.”
Othor (Boastfully)—“Shoot, my
mother takes out all her teeth every
night.”
■ ♦—
Didn’t Have to Worry.
An old colored man was burning
dead grass when a “wise guy” stop
ped and said
efor''
■ Miss Stephenson entertained Miss
Sara Burns, a friend from Charlotte,
Saturday and Sunday, October 18th
and 19th.
On Friday afternoon at 3:10 o'clock
Miss Stephenson gave the room a
Hallowe’en party.
The room was decorated with
orange and black paper and Jack-'o-
lantems, cats and moons.
Refreshments consisted of peanuts
and apples. All present had a good
time.
Last Friday night Miss Stephenson
was delightfully entertained at a
bridge party, given by Mrs. Harward
at her (home. •
By The String.
■Grocer—We have some very fine
string beans today.
Mrs, : Newbride—'How much are
they a string?
^;
Some Cowl
An advertisement appearing in a
newspaper reads as follows:
For Sale—A cow that gives 5-qts.
iOu*-2‘e foolish to do that, Undo
Eb, it v\'ill make the meadow as black
as you are.” .
“Don’t worry ’bout dat sah,” res
ponded Uncle Eb. “Dat grass will
grow out an’ be as green as you
is.”
Tit For Tat
Once a Chinaman was asked, “Why
do you place food on top of your
graves? You know the man in the
coffin can’t come up and eat it.”
''All-ee same ’Melican man put
flowers on top of his glaves,” re
plied the Chink. “He no come up
and smell-w^e ’em!”
“Oh, he’s had it a long time. I
guess maybe that’s 'his first patient.’^'
■ ♦
Hardly Expected
Judge—How old are you ?
Culprit remains silent.
Judge—I- asked you when your
birthday is.
Culprit—What do you want to know
for? You ain’t gonna give me no*
present.
♦—
Too Few; Too Few.
Mrs. Gabb (reading)—Do you know^
mjr dear, that there are approximate
ly 700,000 words in the English lan
guage?
Mr. Gabb—Only 700,000! Why, I
thought you used a great deal more-
than that every day!
Bench and Bar. Judge—Your
face is familiar. I’ve seen you be-
foi’e.
Prisoner—Yes, your honor. Six or
eight years ago.
Judge—I thought so. And what
pliarg-p the last time
you? ' '■
Prisonet'^—I think it was fifteen
cents. I mixed a cocktail for yoar
honor, if I remember right.—Boston
Transcript. .
A prominent gentleman of the moist
persuasion says the end of prohibi
tion is in sight. Then it did begin?
—Macon Telegraph.
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Rural Blessings.
About the Size of It.
23—^^She was born with a silver
spoon in her mouth.
22—(Gazing toward the lady)—It
must have been a table spoon.
: ♦—^ ^
His First Patient.
The Doctor’s small son was ente-’-
taining a prospective patient in his
father's office, and they were look
ing at the articulated skeleton in the
closet.
“Where did he get it?” asked the
timid patient in a whisper.
The spendthrift Autumn sows her
wealth of gold
Broad-cast, upon the hills, with lavisht
hand.
And where the corn, like sea-green
billows rolled
In Summer’s breeze, the i*ows of
harvest stand.
In child-like faith we turned fche
moist mould,
And now beneath a sky of flawless
blue
We raise our songs of praise as we
behold
Our cherished dreams of al! the year
come true.