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Brevard Infant
Dies Here
Ted Edwards Dalton, four
months-old infant son of Mr. and
Mrs. Theodore Dalton of Brevard
died early this morning at St.
Luke’s hospital following a short
illness. Remains taken to Brevard
for burial.
Girl Scout Picnic
Th° Girl Scouts with their lead
er, Miss Pace, and Miss Nellie
Rushing, went on a picnic supper
at Vaughn’s Greek on Wednesday
afternoon. The following Girl
Scouts went: Betty Seeley, Evelyn
Taylor-Tanner, Prances Helms,
Marion Brideeman, Nancy Mor
ton, Gelolo Iris Kell, Doris Mc-
Clure. Evelvn Cromer, Jean Derby,
Mariel Derby, Jane Brand, Mar
garet Sprague, Ann Brundaee,
Elizabeth Vining, Dot Milli
kin, Hope Schilletter and Ann
Clark.
P.-T. A. BRIDGE-GAMES
PARTY, OCTOBER 21st
The Tryon Parent-Teacher asso
ciation will have their annual
bridge - games party at the
Parish House on Friday evening,
October 21st at 8 o’clock.
No prizes will be solicited from
the merchants and business houses,
hut if any merchant or any one
in the community would like to
•give a prize for the party they
may do so by calling Mrs. James
Baker or Mrs. Douglas Blois, who
are joint chairmen of the Ways
and Means Committee.
TRYON, N. C., THURSDAY, OCT. 6,193 S
Our London Letter
Orchard Court. London.
Sept: 27th.
Dear Mr Vining,
We have been living, these past
few weeks, under a great strain,
and even the strongest nerve is
fraying and the most optimistic
heart is failing. The news changes
with such rapidity, sometimes for
better, sometimes for worse,
(usually the latter), we find it
hard to keep abreast of it. We
have talked so much and speculat
ed so endlessly we are now al
most numbed. We can’t remember
who sent which note where, and
what the Poles said to the Hun
garians, and we know we shall
scream if we see another map of
Czechoslovakia! A strange apathy
has overtaken us. Only half of
ourself is leading a normal life.
The other half is waiting, looking
into the distance with a lacklustre
eye.
There is something particularly
annoying about being at the mercy
of an unstable, erratic and appar
ently insane man. Last night he
made one of those hysterical
speeches, practically strangling
himself with his own voice, that
we are beginning to know so well.
To hear him, and the thunderous
applause of those millions of his
compatriots from whom the truth
has been systematically and con
sistently hidden, makes the blood
run cold.
Either we shall have a war on
Saturday or we shall not. Even
now it seems hardly credible. I
cannot quite believe that I, Vir
ginia Graham, am sitting here with
a gas mask in a brown paper
bag. Incidentally, the paper bags
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