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THE CHOWAN HERALD
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King Street, Edenton, N. C.
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THURSDAY, JANUARY 9, 1936.
BIBLE THOUGHT FOR WEEK
IN THE HOUR OF TEMPTATION:
Because thou.hast kept the word of
my patience, I also will keep thee
from the hour of temptation, which
shall come upon all the world, to try
them that dwell upon the earth. —
Revelation 3:10.
SHALL WE BECOME JUST
A BEND IN THE ROAD?
In reciting the big events in Chow
an news history during 1935 ye edi
tor found his time too limited and
was unable to touch on several
things he would have liked to have
mentioned to his Rotary brothers
last Thursday. His penciled memo
randa shows that he wished to have
said something on “co-operation,”
but probably his shaking legs would
have made him forget what he had in
mind. Yet now, in the privacy of
his editorial boudoir with nothing to
disturb him but the rumble of the old
flat bed press downstairs, it comes to
him.
Upon reflecting upon the outstand
ing accomplishments during the year,
it is obvious that what has been
achieved ‘resulted in cooperation on
the part of more than just a handful
of citizens.
Co-operation actually means an
unity of interest in all things. Can
Edenton benefi/ by such co-operation ?
Has it" benefitted by co-operation?
Yes and no. True Edenton went for
ward in 1935 but how much further
ahead can it go in 1936? Just as :
fast and as far as everyone, citizen •
and servant, merchant and salesman, I
get together and give the fine old ■
town a shove.
Federal aid affairs have twisted
enough since last year this time to j
indicate that from now on Edenton j
and Chowan have got to paddle their j
own canoes, and this they are not
worried about. The only quest'on is, 1
how many oarsmen will there be in!
the boat ? The more the merrier, and I
the quicker the arrival in the harbor, j
It will be no gay flight by sail across j
skimming waters, no pleasure jaunt:
ahead of an outboard motor. But, |
rather, a hard, fcaci: breaking grind ;
with all muscle applied io the cars, j
And the mere muscle there, is the '
easier it is on all.
This section of the hemisphere has j
a bridge corning to it. It needs an
' 'armory, a new high school with suit
able auditorium capacity. It can be
greatly helped by rural electrification.
Oh, a score or more of great needs
not all of which, of course, can be
expected quickly.
But, all the same, none of them
can be expected at all except every
mother’s son of us gets behind the
other fellow and helps prod him into
action. A Business Men’s organiza
tion is a fine adjunct to all this, but
it’s no good unless it keeps going all
the time-
Shall we hear more from this busi
ness men’s group during 1936 than in
1935 or will the only mouthpiece of
the town be hushed and thereby re
tard our advancement and make it
even more difficult to ever again form
/ an organization whose duty it must
be to press the claims of the town?
Edenton is. geographically situated
to be the hub of business for a large
trade territory. It can by proper co
operation become just that or it can
sit idly by and watch trade go to
other nearby towns and ultimately
become just a bend in the road.
In union there is strength. With
out it, weakness. Which will we have
during this new year of 1936 ?
WHO IS RIGHT
ANYWAY?
“Courts are not the only agency of
government that must be assumed to
have capacity to govern.”
This is not an editorial expression
of opinion, but, rather, the one im
portant high spot in the series of
opinions turned in by the Supreme
Court of the United States on Mon
day by throwing out the AAA and
dealing a body blow to farming
everywhere.
It is a life raft on which agricul
ture can continue to float to safety,
certain, as it should be, that a sane
government will recognize it as ex
cellent logic and legislate accord
ingly.
Whether the mapority opinion of the
court, destroying, as it does, all the
great good that has been accomplish
ed during the past few years, is
possessed of merit or not, —and we
don’t think so much of It—the fact
tngnains the court has roughly said,
beerhy have a Congress when you
water us?”
-rarse, why?
' r ess acts for the great * 4
Melody revives the soul, vivifies the body
and inspires minds. A man whose religion
is music is supremely happy. |
H 1 EARD AND SEEN
By “BUFF’
t
Yours truly left suddenly Sunday
morning to take a son back to school
and didn’t get up with Harvey Thomas
for the usual daily chat, but during
the day Friend Thomas wrote a let
ter which follows in full:
Dear Buff: Who in the dickens is
this domine named Briggs who is
grabbing off so much of youi weekly
space and thus choking out such dis
tinguished eligibles as you and me?
I am told that architecturally he is
not so much; certainly he demon
strates he isn’t mentally. Os course,
there have been little men like you
and Napoleon who have amounted to
something but that was because they
outstripped their environment and
didn’t stop long in the swamps of
Chowan. Why we should be getting
such superior and unexampled men
tality from the Chappell Hill section
of the hemisphere is quite beyond me,
as many things are, but at that I am
assured there are plenty of smart
folks up that way, though they do
say Briggs isn’t one of them. Os
course, .he isn’t. He’s got a screw
loose somewhere. His essays evi
dence that all the time. How charm
ing, for instance, for him to say a
thing is so when the rest of the
world says it isn’t. But don’t you get
it into your eagle-shaped head,
though, that I am going to answer
any of his flub dub. I wouldn’t if I
could, perhaps couldn’t if I would, but
when he advises, as ho did last week,
that the school kids of Chowan
should pay no attention to what
teacher says, why I must say the man
is a plain, downright, dumb fool—
: yes, a simple one, too. He’s just
! bigoted, that’s all. What’s he know
j about evolution? I know nothing,
! nor am I going to kneel for informa
; tion on such a subject before the edu
j rational monarch of Chappell Hill.
I This bird says evolution is the bunk
j because Moses said so in the book of
j Genesis. Crazy talk! Why I was
; brought up a Baptist minister’s son
to read, write and do my arithmetic
out of the Bible, way back in the
: 70’s, and they had never heard of
I evolution then. But I wasn’t told
j Moses wrote the book of Genesis. I
j was always told nobody knew who
j wrote that particular book, but that
j it, was a sort of composite allegory
i by a whole bunch of heroic old scouts
jof the period. Certainly Moses didn’t
i 'o the job alone. I ask you as a
brother student of things Scriptural
if you think for a moment. Moses,
truthful man that he was at times,
would have related that he was found
in the bullrushes? I was discussing
that the other day with Baumgard
ner, you know who I mean, P. L. He’s
school boss at Cross Roads and he’s
at the Baptist Church. Also, he’s not
not exactly little. We were threshing
it out at the fountain in Mitchener’s
and I said, “On the level, Pearly, do
you think Pharoah’s daughter found
Moses in the bullrushes?” and Pearly
let out one of those whoops of joy for
of all. It is the mouth of the people.
It can be approached by the nation’s
citizenship. There is a communion
of interest between it and the voters.
It knows what is needed to keep the
life blood active in a country great in
heart and sometimes too slow in tem
per. It listens to the brilliant ad
vice of an earnest President, and it
takes action.
What does jt do? Does it throw
money away? Or does it buy shoes
for the family and send Jack to
school so he can outgrow the environ
ment of hardship, and ease the priva
tions of millions? And then a body
of nine men, without a care in the
world and never having known what
it meant to labod by the back, says,
“It just can’t be done for you didn’t
ask us about it first.” '
Indecorous as it may be for a Sun
day School superintendent to say,
and indelicate as it may seeb to the
tympanic membranes of the weaker
sex, let the heralds blare forth “It’s
a of a state of affairs when the
people of the United States cannot be
such.”
A greater man than any one of the
nine gentlemen on the Supreme
1 Court once said, “The people are su
-1 preme—let the people rule.” Make
no mistake about it the people intend
' to do that, more bo today than before
noon on Monday. With them it is
> war from now on. News from Addas
> Adaba will fade into waste space be
sides the talk around the kitchen
1 stove these winter nights in all four
1 corners of Chowan and the county as
: a whole. It’s war, and like the brave
) minute men at Lexington, their 1936
1 descendants in Chowan scream to the
high heavens—
“lf there is to Ip war let it start
right lure.”
THE CHOWAN HERALD, EDENTON, N. C, THURSDAY, JANUARY 9, 1986.
which he’s, famous and replied, “Well,
that’s what she said,” and he added,
“You know she hadn’t been home for
some time.” Let Briggs make the
most of that if he wants. I*ll stake
my romantic soul that was no evolu
tionary story. And that other pipe
about Joseph getting scared stiff and
beating it out of the Fd-’s hor-vq-
Joseph, a chap who licked the Philis
tines, well, maybe, it wasn’t the Phil
istines, anyhow he bossed the king
dom and got frightened at a mat
ronly smile! No, Chappell Hill par
son, no, nor even Dr. Wells, is go
ing to make me believe Moses ever
wrote that. Now, Buff, you stop
fooling and print these sane things
and you’ll help your circulation a
hundred times more than by running
inflammatory outbursts from the
swamps about telling school kids to
thumb their noses at what teacher
tells them. I could run along by the
hour and knock you out a fine lot of
circulation boosts, all from the Bible,
too, but I’ve got a letter to write to
my daughter tonight. I would like
to wonder, though, why this mental
squab doesn’t ask the farmers what
they think of science. They once
laughed at book worms and labora
tory “screech owls” who were for
ever experimenting, evolutionizing.
But now when they dust mixtures
prepared by these “goggle-eyed” pro
fessors on their cotton to kill blights
and other parasites, and when they
put similar preparations on their po
tatoes and beans, they feel in their
hearts a deeper respect for these fel
lows they once thought were frittor
intr awav their time when they ought
to Le looking for a cure in the Bible—
the kind Briggs would have had
Moses tell ’about, like, say, the
; plague of grasshoppers.. Some of
these farmers are now getting 75
cents to one dollar for corn that was
30 cents a bushel, 22 to 30 cents a
pound for ‘sixjcent” tobacco, 12 to 15
cents for “five-cer.t” cotton, a regular
New Deal sort of a change. Let
Fiieiul Briggs wonder if science dis
covered all this could be done, and if
so give science a chance on some
other tilings. As far as evolution
goes, I don’t know whether I came
from a tadpole or a menkey origin
ally, but 1 don't have to guess about
Briggs.
THOMAS.
o
Now that all the school teachers
are back on the job, I reckon it’s an
opportune time to give an excuse for
no mention being made in the Herald
about the play rendered by the small
er grades just before Christmas.
This entertainment attracted some
thing like 500 folks, and was just
about as good or better than any
thing ever shown in the local school.
Fact is the writer saw the whole
school yard packed with cars on that
particular night, and besides was re
minded by a daughter about the play.
But anxious as we are to get hold of
news, the Christmas rush caught us
flat-footed and the story was just na
turally forgotten. We’re sorry the
story was not written, which causes
us to urge both teachers and students
to tip us off to happenings in school.
o
Bill Everett lost the cream of the
ferry business due to the recent
freeze, when his ferry boat was ice
bound and unable to handle the vaca
tion and Christmas trade. He says
the schedule was resumed just about
in time, for they were just about on
their uppers. “Os course," says Bill,
“it is no disgrace to be poor, but it is
humiliating as the devil.” The ferry
made a test run last Friday with
yours truly and Harvey Thomas as
passengers . . . but that didn’t help
Bill as far as revenue is concerned.
o
Like the senior class near the end
of the school Jterm, I was figuring on
picking a group of superlatives for
! the year just closed. But the Herald
1 was ready for this column when I
: had arrived at only a few, Among
! these were: The most economical
1 man—Bill Everett ... he lights up a
cigarette in the morning, smokes all
i day and uses only one match. Then
: Millard Bond is the best better on
■ football games . . . Duke won. Z. B.
> Tucker is the biggest liar in my es-
I timation ... he never did return a
! couple of I loaned him. From
i comments on the street, the biggesjf
i improvement in town is the new pipe
■ I’m now smoking. The “sweetest”
t singer in town is Parson Ashby—he
■ leads the Rotary songs, and continues
i singing until Hie meal is half over,
s B. F, Britton runs close to the most
I economical ... he puts a cigar in his
) mouth early Thursday evening, and
goes home late at night without put
; ting a match to the thing. In my
opinion Mrs. George Hosldns pos-
sesses the most pleasant smile The
ugliest - woman —ah, ha, I’m too
derned smart to put my choice in
print for that honor, but for the man
in that division—well, Charlie Swan
ner is still in town, and besides, l he’s
the tightest—he didn’t even show up
Christmas eve with his “big” bottle.
The most prompt lodge man is Char
lie Wood —he always manages to put
in his appearance just before lodge
adjourns. The best insurance agent
is Friend Haskett—he lapsed a policy
for me and won’t bother me anymore
now. Just about the biggest eater is
Mayor Eddie Spires—he spent almost
all of Thanksgiving day at the din
ner table. The kindest fellow I know
of is Bob Foster in New Jersey—he
sent me a pair of suspenders to keep
up my pants for about six months.
The happiest bird I know of will soon
be my oldest son—he’ll be papa ere
many days now. (And by the way,
some readers of this column have
been under the impression that this
event has already taken place, but it
hasn’t). Grandpappy—yep, pretty
soon now! The least unaccommodat
ing place of business in town is the
post office —they’ll not even give a
fellow a stamp on credit. The most
liberal person is Jim Davenport—in
stead of counting four pennies to
make a change, he’ll let a fellow have
an order a penny cheaper to make
even money. Shucks, I had a lot
more, but this column must be put on
the press.. You’ll have to guess the
rest yourself. But the best dressed
man is Harvey Thomas —he got a new
suit a couple of weeks ago.
I’ll have to come to the defense of
my friend Beanie White. He was
accompanied by a friend to Elizabeth
City last week, and on the way Beanie
started smoking his pipe. Before en
joying his smoke very long, his
friend remarked: “My God, Beanie,
Bufflap got a new pipe—did he give
his old one to you?” I surely did
not—the old relic now reposes in a
celluloid case, to be used only around
the first of the month when bill col
lectors make their pilgrimage.
o
Folks even as far as in Virginia
have hit me up for a loan since Har
vey Thomas’ story appeared in the
News and Observer about the big roll
of money I had for a few minutes
last week. It’s all gone now, so it’s
no use! Anyway, it does show that
the Old Reliable covers a lot of ter
ritory, and that its pages are care
fully scanned for news—which it was
when I had a few twenties in my
jeans even though they didn’t belong
to me.
o
This one was told me, and if it is
true, this lady hasn’t any feeling for
the rest of us. It’s said that a lady
who lives on Mosely Street put some
apples in good “ole” corn about
three weeks before Christmas. A few
days before Christmas she gave her
husband one-half of an apple that had
been put in the com to make it
milder. He ate the apple and says
it made his knees wobbly, The re
mainder was thrown to the chickens.
They r.tc the apples and got so they
couldn’t walk They got some high,
in fact so high that the hens crowed
and the roosters laid. Why in the
dickens did she waste the apples
that way instead of passing them
around ?
o
Yep, election hot air is just about
but the above elephant isn’t
the G. O. P. elephant. Fact is it is
Byrum Bros, elephant, who in a
series of ads in The Herald will show
how to use hardware. Look for them
each week.
o
This is not a want ad column, but,
dem it all, my kid lost his pair of
gloves I just bought for him. If the
finder returns them, I’ll promise not
to write him or her up. And then
Hec Lupton lost his key ring, too.
So either of these articles should be
retume'd to The Herald office and
both publishers will be much obliged.
Richard Dixon also lost his little
white dog, but it doesn’t belong in
The Herald office—that’s part of the
Court House “furniture.”
O'.
Harvey Thomas and the Rambler
both hop on Pastor Briggs over his
, last published story. My turn comes
next week on his baptism story.
‘ However, in the meantime, I’m ex-
I pecting a letter from the Reverend.
[ 0
We’re all very glad to see the
| country folks come to town, but I’m
l sorry I didn’t see a certain one who
[ came to town Saturday. I’m told
, that an automobile drove up and
( parked along Broad street and as the
car hit the curb a big rooster had a
’ dickens of a time maintaining his
i equilibrium on the bumper of the
, car. The legislature ought to pass a
i law for such occasions, compelling the
, rooster to crow so that a poor printer
> or someone else could grab the son
s of-a-gun and have a square meal.
i 0
“The sheriff wants you,” came $
t telephone call last Saturday night.
i Nope, I hadn’t done anything wrong,
1 but possibly would have, had I gotten
:in that game of set-back. I under
r stand Charlie Swanner gave the
- sheriff a miniature deck of cards—
which Charlie might well make use of
himself to practice with.
Well, those opposed to the AAA
ought to be satisfied now, and pos
sibly they’ll be wearing a big broad
smile. They now can raise all the
cotton, peanuts and hogs they want, •
but here’s betting some of them will
be belly-aching: “Gosh, I have a fine (
crop and plenty of it, but I can’t geti
a decent price.” That is, of course,
unless some method is devised to con
trol over-production. At any rate,
here’s hoping the smile lasts and that
smiles will replace the frowns on the
other group that was sorry to see the
AAA knocked in the head.
o
Last week The Herald carried a
want ad about a dog being lost- And
the owner says that the pet was re
turned directly as the result of the
little want ad. Why sure it pays to
advertise, and while I run only my
own want ads in this column,, we
have plenty of room in the classified
column for you to test it out.
Walter Bisping Will
Return To Fisheries
Although it was the general im
pression last year that due to the
disastrous fishing season, Walter
Bisping would not reopen his fisheries
at Avoca and Scotch Hall, informa
tion coming from that neighborhood
is to the effect that both fisheries
will again be operated and that Mr.
Bisping will soon arrive in Windsor
from Wisconsin, where he has been
spending the winter with his father.
Mr. Bisping has won a host of
friends not only in Bertie County,
but in adjoining counties, who will
rejoice to know that he will come
back.
Sunday School Class
Gives Teacher Bible
Lloyd Griffin, teacher of the Young
Men’s Bible Class of the Edenton
Baptist Church for about 14 years,
was honored on Sunday when he was
presented with a Bible from his class
as an appreciation of his faithfulness
anld interest in the work of the
school.
Mr. Griffin appropriately thanked
his scholars and though he has been
presented with many Bible, he assur
ed them that he would always cherish
the one lie had just received.
Schoolmasters Club
Meets In Edenton
A meeting of the Albemarle
Schoolmasters Club will be he’d at
the Parish House on Monday night.
The meeting will be in the form cf a
dinner, starting at 6:30 o’clock.
Miss Ethel Parker, of Gatcsvillc,
who has announced her candidacy for
a seat in the Senate, will be the prin
cipal speaker on this occasion, and
will no doubt draw a good attendance
from the district which includes the
counties of Gates, Chowan, Perqui
mans, Pasquotank, Currituck, Cam
!en and Dare.
All superintendents ar.d principals
in these counties arc members of the
Schoolmaster’s Club and all teachers (
are especially invited to attend the
meeting.
Joan Crawford Here
In“I Live My Life”
Starting its two days run at the
local theatre today is —“I Live My
Life” with Joan Crawford in the
stellar role. This is a much talked
of picture awaited by all Edenton
ians with great interest. To those
whose film fare likes a smack of the
risque this picture is recommended.
Saturday brings Bob Steele to the
screen in a wild and wooly Western.
This together with “Call of Savages”
and comedy makes a peppy Saturday
program.
John Boles taking the lead in
“Red Heads on Parade” will be the
Monday and Tuesday attraction. This
is followed Wednesday by a charming
little comedy picture “Two Sinners.”
Bob Oglesby Takes
Part Radio Program
Friends of Bob Oglesby, former
Edenton resident, will be delighted
to learn that he will participate in
the weekly broadcast of the Baptist.
Church of Shreveport, La., every
Sunday night. The church services
are broadcast over Station KWKH,
100. kilocycles, at 8 o’clock Eastern
Standard Time.
Mr. Oglesby takes part in the
musical portion of the broadcast.
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Session Os Recorder
Court On Saturday
| A session of Recorder's Court Was
. held Saturday afternoon when George
t Whitehead was given a hearing on a
, charge of assault upon Tommie B.
. Hollowell.
Hollowell was shot in the heel by
Whitehead at the latter's filling sta
tion at Hudson's Fork on the Suffolk
k road on December 6, when Hollowell
was ordered to leave the place.
, The evidence was somewhat contra
i Idictory, hut Judge J. N. Pruden or*
-Idered Whitehead to pay the doctor's
! | bill, the bill for medical supplies, and
- the cost of court
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a Litttef M
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WHAT GEORGE MEANS
Ruth was a sweet girl. She was
reading a book that gave the meaning
of names. Her mother was watching
her, and thinking of all the young men
who were attracted to her.
“Mother,” says Ruth, “It says Philip
means lover of horses, and James
means beloved. Mother, what does
George mean, I wonder?" j
“I hope, my dear,” said her mother,
“that George means business.”
A Good Record
"Madam,” said the hobo, ‘T onct
had a wife snd fam'ly of my own—but
I couldn’t be contented. I growled and
grumbled at everything—and finally
I left home.” t
“Well, here’s a chicken sandwich
for you, sire," said the housewife.
“Mighty few husbands are as consid
erate as that”—Pathfinder Magazine.
Youthful Naturaliit
Being told to write an essay on the
mule, a small boy turned In to his
teacher the following effort: j
"The mewl is a hardier bird than
a guse or turkle. It has two legs to
walk with, two more to kick with, and:
wears its wings on the side of its
head. It is stubbornly backward about;
coming forward.”—Humboldt Union. ;
Even So
“I believe,” said the neglected wife,
"that mine will be the fate of AbeL" !
“Why so?” queried her husband.
“Well,” said the wife, “Abel was,
killed with a club, and If yon continue,
to go to yours every night, I see my:
finish.”
TRY IT, ONCE
"Is golf a difficult game to mas
ter?’’
"1 guess so. Nobody’s ever mas?
tered it yet."
Falling Market
Mrs. N’ewbride—Boo, hoot This
morning Clarence said I was one wom
an in a hundred.
Mother—That's nothing to cry about.
Mrs. Newhritle —Yes it is. Ilefore
we uerc married lie said 1 was onu
woman in a thousand.
Hope
“That girl say* that in her opinion!
love Is all nonsense," remarked the!
gloomy young man.
“Well." nnswered Miss
"don’t despair. Perhaps you can sue 4
ceed In being sufficiently nonsensical
to meet her ideals."
On the Spot
Office Boy (nervously)—Please, sir,
I think you're wanted on the phone.
Employer—You think! Wbat’s the
good of thinking?
“Well, sir, the voice at the other
end said, “Hello, Is that yon, you old
Idiot I"—Atlanta Constitution.
Wo Know!
“Wife finished bouse cleaning yeti?
“Guess not I bad to go to the celt
lar this morning for a clean shirt and(
I found the garden spade In the firing!
room.” j j
Oh. Ah / !
He —I know I’m not much to look
at \ ,
She—Still, you’ll be at work all day.
—Answers Magazine.
Broadcasting an Rx. f
“Do you think I ought to spend •!
few days In bed, doctor?"'- ’ ‘
“A few nights would do yOu moroj
good."—Answers Magazine. * .‘ j
BANG! BANGI ; f
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Os V j
HI j
“It’s n battle royal when ay ■II
club plays bridge.” >Jflj
"With the decks cleared foxJFJH
i tion, so to speak.”
Oh, That Daobßfl^Hii
“He asked me to
. make him happy.”
t “Which did you