"Vol. 8 TRYON, N. C., TUESDAY, JAN. 7, 1936 Est. 1-31-28
ENTERED AS SECOND-CLASS MATTER AUGUST 20. 1928, AT THE POST OFFICE
VE TRYON, N. C., UNDER THE ACT OF CONGRESS, MARCH 3, 1879
Ballenger Heads
Country Club
B. L. Ballenger was elected presi
dent of the Tryon Country club at
its annual meeting on Monday eve
ning at the club house, and suc
ceeds M. A. Richards, who was not
alble to serve on account of his
health. Nelson Jackson, Jr., was
elected vice-president, succeeding
Mr. Ballenger. K. A. Bowen was
re-elected secretary-treasurer. M.
B. “Lefty” Flynn was elected as a
director to fill the unexpired term
of R. C. “Dick” Burnette, resigned.
Directors re-elected were Julian
Calhoun, B. L. Ballenger and Nel
son Jackson, Jr. Other directors
whose terms have not expired are
J. C. Kimberly, Mrs. Bernard
Sharp, M. A. Richards, F. P.
Bacon. The club voted to put on
a program that would lead to the
installation of grass greens. A
committee was appointed to work
out the plans as follows: J. C.
Kimberly, Julian Calhoun, Dr.
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Cold Rushing
Toward South
Chicago, Jan. 6. — Sweeping
southward and eastward in the
wake of a widespread snowfall, a
cold we ,ve brought 20 below zero
temperatures to the Nortwest to
day.
The coldest points in the United
States were Wiliston, N. D., and
Harve, Mont., with 20 below.
The snow was general over the
northern half of the country ex
cept for the Pacific coast and the
northern tip of New England.— i
Spartanburg Herald.
When the Editor
Was a Little Boy
(In the tramp article yesteday
an error was made in leaving out
a line which stated that the tramps
“instilled in us a spirit” of com
radeship for all humanity.) When
the editor was a little boy—
He lived near the Chattahoochee
river, made famo>us by Sidney
Lanier’s “Song of the Chattahoo
chee.” Down in Alabama it is an
ugly, muddy river, plied by steam
boats between Columbus, Ga., and
Appalachicola, Fla. It was span
ned then by a large covered bridge
that was built originally with slave
labor, and put together with big
wooden pegs instead of with nails
and iron bolts. Large brick pillars
furnished the foundation and the
bridge was high enough over the
water for steam boats to oass un
der. My first paralyzing fear was
experienced in crossing the bridge
and looking down through the
crrcks in the flohr of the bridge
to the mighty river below. We
used to count the minutes it took a
team of mules to cross the bridge,
Where Sidney Lanier wrote his
“Song of the Chattahoochee” in
North Georgia, out of the Hills of
Habersham, the river is clear as a
crystal and you can wade across
it. Before the railroad era the
Chattahoochee made my little home
town an exporting center to the
Gulf. And even later I spent hours
watching strong Negro men load
and unload merchandise for vil
lages along the river, and when
the gang plank would be pulled in,
the bell ring, the whistle blow, the
big paddle wheel start turning and
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