Carolina Watchman
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Published Every Friday
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SALISBURY, NORTH CAROLINA
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isbury, N. C., under the act of
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POPULATION DATA
(1930 Census)
Salisbury _16,951
Spencer -3,128
E. Spencer_2,098
China Grove_ 1,25 8
Landis __ 1,3 88
Rockwell_7_ 696
Granite Quarry_ 507
Cleveland_I_ 43 5
Faith_•._ 431
Gold Hill _ 156
(Population Rowan Co. 56,665)
SCHOOL DAYS BEGIN AGAIN
Only a few days now and school
will open. All over the United
States thirty million cnildren will
flock back to the public schools,
besides the great number who will
go to the church ..schools and pri
vate schools of all kinds.
Thirty million youngsters, get
ting ready to take the places of as
many oldsters in a few years. That
is as many people as there are in all
Poland, more than in Belgium, al
most as many as in England And
we are spending, we who pay taxes,
about $90 a year for the education
in the public schools of every child.
The future of the United States
of America lies in the hands of
these young ones. It Is, therefore,
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attention to what they are taught
in school.
We hear of subversive teaching
creeping into some of the public
schools in some of the big cities.
We do not think that is true in the
small towns and the rural districts.
It is our understanding that the
fundamental virtues of honesty, in
dustry and personal good character
are still inculcated in the vast 'ma
jority of the schools of America.
Most important of all is it that
our public schools should give the'
children as much as they can absorb
of knowledge of how the world of
grown-ups get a living amf-manages
its affairs. Not that we think we
grown-ups manage things any too
well, but a great deal of trouble
will be averted if every boy and
girl learns in school the elemental
facts of our social and economic
system.
READ YOUR PAPER LABEL
It is an interesting fact that very
few subscribers pay any attention
to the labels on their newspapers.
Just why, we have never been able
to understand. When a subscrip
tion is received the name and ad
dress and the date to which- it is
paid, is printed and pasted on every
paper that goes through the mails.
Only recently one of our very best
citizens and a life-long friend of
the Watchman, came in to pay up
his subscription. He was in arrears,
and when he was given the correct
date to which he was paid, stated:
"I did not realize that I was due
that much. I guess there is no
mistake?” We mentioned the fact
about the label and showed him
hew it operates. He then said:
"Oh yes, I knew about that, but
I never look at that label.” We sug
gest that subscribers to this or any
other newspaper, keep in touch with
their label and then there will be
no question as to the correctness of
dates.
FAITH—OF A KIND
We have little patience with the
type of "faith” exhibited by Rev.
Albert Tecster, mountain preacher,
who allowed himself to be bitten
by a rattlesnake—so little, in fact,
that the matter has not been men
tioned heretofore in these columns.
It is referred to now only to
bring it alongside a parallel case, in
which the parents of eight-year-old
Wallace Doyle Sharpe, Jr., Alabama
child, refused medical aid for their
child’s infected leg in the belief that
faith exceeds medicine. A court
order forced an operation on the
affected limb and the child may live
despite the attitude of fhe parents
who would have none of the assist
ance.
The two cases, it would seem,
correspond. Both instances are of
benighted persons suffering through
flagrant misinterpretation of the
Scriptures.
Few there be who attain that
state of abundant faith which is to
be so desired. It is evident that the
Alabama family and those of the
Teester type fall woefully short of
the goal.
A PRACTICAL WAY TO
CREATE EMPLOYMENT
A large number of prominent in
dustrialists, along with an army of
public officials and economists, are
of the opinion that stimulated re
sidential consruction offers the best
chance of accelerating the pace of
recovery.
construction is a local industry.
The money that is spent goes first
to local people—to workers, con
tractors, building supply houses.
Every business in the community
is benefitedj from the corner groc
ery to the electric utility. Every
pocketbook feels the fattening ef
fect of construction dollars.
The great drive to boom con
struction is getting underway now.
Private capital that has been tied up
in non-productive channels is going
to work. A vast need for housing
exists, in both urban and rural lo
calities—there has never been so
great a potential demand for better
and more modern homes.
So far as the individual citizen is
concerned, he is now being offered
an unprecedented opportunity to
build on extremely favorable terms.
Almost all the colflts involved—
from paint to interest charges—are
well under previous levels. It is
the part of wisdom to make’ the ful
lest possible use of that opportunity.
TODAY AND
TOMORROW
—BY—
Frank Parker Stockbridge
TRADITION . . up our way
Up in my county we celebrated
the 200th anniversary of the Con
gregational Church at Stockbridge,
Massachusetts, the other day.
Founded by Yale College theologi
cal students in 173 3 as a mission to
the Indians who lved at Charles
Stockbridge’s trading post, it was
organized as a church in 1734, with
the Indian chief, David Konkapot,
and one of my own ancestors, as
deacons. Many famous preachers
have served the old church, most
celebrated of them being Jonathan
Edwards, who left it in 175 8 to be
come president of Princeton Col
lege. The descendants of many of
the first members of the old church
still live in the town.
It is natural that those who have
grown up in such an enrivement
should be influenced by the ancient
traditions of the country and its
people. Our ancestors believed that
every man was entitled to what he
could earn, and that those who
would not work should not eat.
The landless man, who was content
to work for wages, was looked upon
as inferior; so it became ©very able
man’s ambition to own a home,
however humble, and a piece of
land he could till and live on, if
wages failed.
DEPENDANCE . . a la bear
The principal trouble wth the
American people today is that we
have become too dependent upon
the pay envelope. We are like the
tame bear that a traveling show
man took around the summer re
sorts in the Adirondacks. The bear
would do his tricks, the showman
would pass the hat, and the bear
would get his supper.
Up in the thick woods, however,
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I THANK YOU.
the call of the wild was too strong
for the bear. He slipped his leash
one night and vanished into the
forest. Two days passed and the
bear did not return. Finally some
woodsmen at Paul Smith’s organ
ized a search for him.
They found the poor heast in the
middle of a clearing, all alone, go
ing through his whole repertory of
tricks and then looking around for
someone to come and feed him. It
was the only way he had ever been
taught to get a living.
I always think of that rather
pathetic anecdote whenever people
talk about moving city workers to
the farms by wholesale. I am afraid
that a great deal of the planning
for "subsistence homesteads’’ over
looks the fact that nobody cjn get
a living off the land unless he has
first learned how.
DISILLUSION . . of an heir
A young man who was running
an elevator, in the building where
my New York office is, inherited a
small farm in his native Czecho
slovakia. He took his wife and
children and gaily set sail for Eu
rope. Fourteen months later he
was back—and, fortunately for
him, was able to get his old job
back.
"They think they are prosperous
if they can get just enough to keep
them alive and warm over there,”
he told me.
Everything in life is relative. We
think we' are in great distress be
cause money doesn’t come as easy
as it used to. But the plain tact is
that the lowest-paid workers in this
country, and even the unemployed,
have better food, better clothing,
more enjoyment in life, than all but
a few anywhere else in the world.
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COMPETENCE . . the job
Charlie, my Czecho-Slovak
friend, got his old job back because
he is a competent man at that parti
cular work^ of running an elevator.
It is not easy to find competent
men in any line of work. Too many
are just good enough to get by.
I think there is too much of a
tendency to put the emphasis upon
the enjoyment of leisure time and
not enough on doing one’s job well.
In my own experience I know
how difficult it is to find a really
competent stenographer, and I hear
many others make the same com
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BUILDING . . and workers
We hear a great deal about un
employment in the building trades,
and the effort to stimulate home
building in order to put them back
at work.
My late father-in-law, who came
of a family of builders and was a
builder himself, had a name for the
general run of carpenters. H$
called them "wood-butchers.” The
quality of workmanship with which
many who call themselves brick
layers, stone-masons, plasterers and
painters is appalling. Yet they de
mand, under union rules, the same
high pay as the most competent.
I lately had to have a chimney
repaired and a fireplace relined, in
my country home. With past ex
perience with poor workmanship in
mind, I refused to let any of a doz
en masons in my neighborhood
tackle the job, but waited until I
could get the services of the one
really competent man in that line.
And he had so much work promised
ahead that I had to wait two mon
ths before he could get around to
my job!
NE’MIND WHO SHE _ WAS
\’FORE SHE MARRIED; WHO
GOT HIGH SCORE?
Miss Kim Dougles spent Wednes
day afternoon at Ruby where she
attended a bridge party given by
Miss Beth Griggs in honor of Mrs
Madrey Simmons, of Greensboro,
who was Miss Frances Raley, of
Ruby, before her recent marriage.
—Chesterfield Advertiser.
AIN’T CUTTIN’ THE EAS
TERN TO FIT THE CLOTH,
ARE YOU, NEIGHBOR?
A Valdese man beiieves a man
ought to have some' bad habit or
little vice, like chewing, smoking,
or moderate drinking to keep him
tied to earth. He doesn’t believe
in angels on earth for men.
—Valdese item, Morganton News
Herald.
UNMENTIONABLES MUST’A
THOUGHT THEY WAS ON A
MERRY-GO-ROUND
Did you see the attractive display
in a local dime store? Four pairs
of ladies unmentionable fastened
to fan blades twirling ’round and
i round.
—Billy Arthur, New Bern Tri
bune.
YEH, IT’S POPULAR HERE
TOO. DON’T HAVE TO
HIRE CADDIES
Mr. and Mrs. Charles Burton en
tertained several specially invited
gusets at a croquet party last Wed
nesday afternoon. This old fash
ioned game has become quite a fad
with a number of our people.
—Bethlehem item, Leaksville News.
GONNA RUN OUT ER RAW
MATERIAL IF THEY DON’T
WATCH OUT
News has been received from
Newland, Avery county, that a re
vival has been going on there for
seven weeks last Saturday. There
had been 400 conversations up toj
that time and the meeting was still j
in progress.
—Valmead item Lenoir News
Topic.
MAY BE VERSATILITY, BUT
SOUNDS MORE LIKE THE
GOSLINS
Mr. Wallis, the new head-knock
er at the N.-T., used to sing tenor
in the Methodist church and bass in
the Episcopal churcjh at Elizabeth
City. There’s nothrpg like versa
tility. y
—Charles B. Pegram, Lenoir News
Topic.
IN OTHER WORDS, NICE DAY,
AIN’T IT?
Some one has said that it denotes
shame and weakness to open a con
versation by referring to the condi
tion of the weather, but whether
that is all true or not we feel that
it shows to those whom we address
which is uppermost in the mind,
even if it is cloudy this moring
which reminds us to be continually
thankful for the beautiful showers
that God has been sending us,
while other states have been literal
ly burned up.
—Wall City item, Lexington Dis
patch.
IN THESE DAYS OF SALLY
RAND AND NUDISM SHE
SHOULD BE NOT ARRESTED
BUT REWARDED
An eighteen-year-old girl, May
Wright, of Millbrook, was arrested
here yesterday on a charge of steal
ing a 2 5 -cent par of bloomers from
an up-town department store.
—Item, Raleigh News & Observer.
DO YOU, BY ANY CHANCE,
NEIGHBOR, SPEAK FOR
THE LITTLE PEOPLE?
We are glad to see the good news
concerning our school opening on
September 10, and hope we don’t
have another fright as some of our
people thought perhaps we would
n’t have any school at all.
—Salem item, Morganton News
Herald.
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POOR MAN, RICH MAN
"I saw a fellow from over at
Colerain on the local market open
ing day, and I felt so sorry for the
'poor fellow—he only averaged 41c
| per pound for his tobacco,” observ
ed Dr. L. K. Walker, local physi
jcian, extensive farmer, soda foun
tain operator, keen politician and a
'neighbor of mine.
—Bowen, Hertford County Herald.
HOPE CHEST?
M. L. Morgan is adding another
outbuilding, a new double garage,
ito his place.
—Big Lick item, Stanly News &
Press.
MEN AIN’T KEEPIN’ THEIR
EYE ON THE BALL
The men golfers had better
watch their step. The women are
going around in less each season.
, —Norfolk Ledg^r-Disptach.
ELEVENTH INSTALLMENT
Her foot tapped impatiently.
"Either.”
Again that curious, speculative
glance on her. "What’s the induce
ment?”
"To you? I suppose you could use
money. And of course you wouldn’t
want my father to know why you
were here. Or Mr. Gage.’’
He let the threat pass. "It’s worth
ten thousand.”
"That’s a high price for just giv
ing somebody an order.” She
seemed startled.
Kennedy waved the suggestion
aside. "I’ll take your check for five
thousand on account and hold it
uncashed until I’ve finished the job.
Then I’ll take the rest in small
bills.” V
"Five thousand before you’ve
done anything? That would be very
foolish.”
"Those are my terms.”* Kennedy
shrugged unconcernedly. "I’m not
worried about my end of the job.
This is a game where I hold the
cards.”
For a moment a cold feeling
crawled over Cleo. Kennedy did
hold the cards. He could hold them
against her, too.
"I agree. But it must be done
quickly.”
"A week or ten days ought to
answer.”
In five brief minutes he had his
check.
Once out in the grounds, Ken
nedy lit his cigarette.
"The little devil!” # he mused.
"The little yellow-headed devil!”
He flung the cigarette away and
ground it under his heel. It was
tough> he reflected moodily, but if
Duane was any good he would fol
ow her, and if he didn’t, Nancy was
well rid of him. Besides, she’d have
to go away before the Gages came,
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all around.
The Gage house was nearing
completion. About the middle of
the morning a glitterng black car
shot smoothly along this highway.
In the back sat a big man of about
fifty, with iron grey hair, a strong
jaw and grey eyes. He was not in
the least handsome, but nobody
ever overlooked John Gage.
Strength and will and a bull-dog
tenacity showed plainly in the
square lines of his face. His personal
office staff agreed that the old man
was as hard as nails, but fair. A
few years ago he had startled his
few intimates by suddenly mayying
a girl who had been appearing in
the Follies. No one would have ex
pected a thing like that of John
Gage.
He was at the entrance to the
drive into his own grounds, and an
other car had just shot recklessly
out of it.
For a split second sharp grey eyes
met devil-may-care black ones.
men tne otner car was gone.
"Whose car was that?” he asked
the architect waiting for him by
appointment.
"Must have been the Pendleton
car. It was just the chauffeur. He
said he was killing time.”
"Put a guard at the gates,” said
Gage crisply. "This isn’t an amuse
ment park. Keep ’em out.”
Withn half an hour after he Had
arrived at his office, Gage sat back
giving minute instructions to one
of the best operatives of an excellent
detective agency.
"All I want you to do is to watch
him and report to me. Don’t get in
the game, whatever it is, unless I
tell you to. If you can get a job at
Pendleton’s, so much the better.” j
"I can manage that. Do you know;
his name?”
"At one time he went by the
name of Kennedy and was a gamb-!
ler.” Then operative arose.
Mrs. Duane it seemed, was notj
feeling well and would have herl
luncheon and dinner trays taken to
her room.
"That’s because of me,” Anne
thought miserably. Aloud she said:
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see Her, Barry?’’
"Oh no!” He flushed. "I think it
would be just as well for her to be
completely quiet.”
He slipped an arm around her.
It was, she knew, a gesture of pro
tection as well as of affection, and
she loved him for it.
"Let’s get in the roadster and go
off somewhere,” he said abruptly.
"We’ll make it a day”
Mrs. Duane’s alleged illness lasted
still another day.
In spite of increased devotion,
Barry was not without stray mo
ments of unease. Po’.son had been
instilled, and poison works secretly.
An unexpected invitation brought
relief to both of them. Barry
brought it to her eagerly.
"Nancy, the Tom Hallidays are
going up for the week end to their
Lake George camp, and they want
us to come.”
"I’d love to go.” She jumped at
the chance of respite from Gran
leigh.
They motored up to the Halli
t’ay’s camp. A little after three they
were running through the outskirts
of a small city, and presently Halli
day’s car turned off toward the rail
road.
"He’s probably going’to the sta
tion,” Dick volunteered. “Ward
Riddle is coming up by train and I
uppose it’s due here about this time.
Tom thought he might be able to
flag him somewhere. Let’s get out
and help.”
Halliday marshalled his party at
various strategic points along the
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Ward Riddle’s eye. Anne, who did
not know him, found herself mid
way between Westbrooke and At
wood.
The train came in. Dick whoop
ed at a face in a window and raced
in pursuit. Anne looked after him,
her face alight with laughter, and
did not notice a group of people de
scending from a nearer car.
There were half a dozen of them,
women and men, and it would not
have taken a particularly initiated
eye to see that they belonged either
to a cheap road company or a small
time vaudeville turn. One of them
a blonde, looked curiously; her
widening eyes fell on Anne.
"Why hello, dearie! Where’ve
vnu hppn till rhic fimp5,,
Anne saw Barry’s head turn
quickly.
"I’m sorry, I think you must have
mistaken me for someone else.” She
tried to be nice about it, and saw
an angry lip curl.
"Oh, really!” The blonde flushed
and her voice went a littlle higher.
"I thought you were a friend of
mine. We were in the same com
pany a few years ago, but p’raps I’d
better not mention names. Pardon
me!”
"It was a natural mistake. I’ve
been told before that I look like
someone on the stage.”
"I should say. You could double
for her, say.”
"That’s interesting.” Anne smil
ed disarmingly, but her lips felt
stiff. The blonde girl moved on,
still flushed and far from mollified.
Dick called out as Anne approached.,
"I thought the blonde was going!
to make a touch, Nancy.” ,
There was a light barrage of chat-'
ter as they went back to the cars, j
1 m atraid 1 made her angry.
Anne sent a quick glance after the
vanishing group. "It was embar
rassing for her.”
"You can’t embarrass that kind,”
said Halliday comfortably.
Anne looked around for Barry.
"Silly, wasn’t it? she asked ner
vously.
"Ridiculous.” Hb looked ashamed
of his ill humor, and shook it off.
The blonde girl looked after them
as the two opulent looking cars
curved away from the station. An
older woman beside her laughed un
der her breath.
"You made a fine break, Tess.
Didn’t you know?”
"Did I know she’d throw down
the folks she used to work with be
cause she was with a lot of swells?’’
demanded Tess angrily.
The older woman laughed again.
"Tess, you’re funny. But I thought
I was seeing ghosts myself for a
minute. Hadn’t you hear that
Nancy Curts was dead?”
"No!” The girl stared unbeliev
ingly. "When-”
"Last spring. She was killed in an
automobile accident.”
"Hmp. Are you sure? She’s the
imaage of Nancy.”
"Of course I’m sure. Don’t be a
goof, Tess, and don’t hold any
grudge against Nancy Curtis. She
was a good kid, and if she got on
better than the rest of us I guess it
was because she had something that
we didn’t.”
"It’s easy to talk,” said Tess
sullenly. "Maybe she had and may
she hadn’t. You might have been
further up the line yourself, Con
nie, if you’d had a John Gage to
back you Money talks, all right,
and what’s more, it can make folks
listen.’’
Halliday had sent servants ahead
to open the house. Welcoming
smoke was curling from two chim
neys.
"Oh, I love it! It’s like the Perch,
ien’t it)” A nnp OlVP TV, rrv’c ifm s
squeeze, and they looked at each
other with the bright, secret glance
of understanding.
“Oh, that’s your Western place,
isn’t it? Didn’t Gwenda say that
that was where Romance began?”
Ward Riddell smiled pleasantly, but
he looked at Anne in the curious,
reflective way that she 'had noticed
before. "It’s not safe to toss me
careless invitations. I might come.”
"Me too!’’ Tom Halliday called
over his shoulder.
"Make it next summer and you
can all come. It’s a party.”
Anne felt as though she had es
caped from prison into glorious
freedom.
She made a quick change and
slipped into a coat. She went on
out to the veranda which ran the
full length of the house and faced
the lake. Barry was there already,
pacing up and down with a pipe in
his mouth.
"Great, isn’t it?”
"Heavenly.’’
She nodded happily and fell in
step with him.
i tins, Dairy saia con
tentedly. "There’s a motor boat
down in the boathouse, and two
sailboats, and you and I are going
out in one of them, first thing to
morrow morning.” •
It was the beginning of three
zestful days crisp mountain morn
ings, sun-warmed days and evenings
with a nip in them.
They came back late one after
noon. Something had gone wrong
with the engine, and the Wild Duck,
fluttered in slowly. Riddle and Hal
liday and Dick Westbrooke were
waiting for them at the dock.
"Hello, Water Babies, I thought
we’d have to come out and tow you
in’’ Halliday caught their line and
made them fast. "You must be
frozen!”
There was a big ulster over West
brooke’s arm. He had snatched it orr
the way down, and now he spread
it over Anne’s shoulders as she stepp
ed out.
"That’s nice of you, but I think
Barry needs something more than
I do. He’s going to stay and work
on the engine.’’
CONTINUED NEXT WEEK
FALL TERM
Salisbury Business
College
Begins Monday, Sept.
17, 1934
Phone 1576-J, 37 or 1989-M
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