ENTERED AS SECOND-CLASS MATTER AUGUST 20, 1928, AT THE POST OFFICE
AT TRYON, N. C. UNDER THE ACT OF CONGRESS, MARCH 3, 1879
prr copy (The World’s Smallest Daily Newspaper) lc per COP'S
Seth M. Vining, Editor
Vol. 13. Est. 1-31-28
Tryon High Tops
Cowpens 46 to 0
v, (By School Reporter)
Tryon high football team
continued its winning ways Fri
day when a scrappy squad from
Cowpens fell before the locals by
a large margin. The visitors
started off with a bang and by the
aid of some excellent punting
placed the Tryon boys on their
own ten yard line. However, in
about five plays the ball was ad
vanced to the fortv yard line and
on the next play, Vining, big Tryon
back sliced off tackle and stepned
sixty yards for a touchdown. Not
content with this tally, the same
back racked up three more in the
next two quarters. The Cowpens
team resorted to passing but could
make little headway except in
spurts. Shields of Tryon blocked
a punt to continue his habit, run
ning his total up to five in two
Vmes. This time, McGeachy, the
fast center scooped it up and
outran the field to score. Swann,
the other tackle, also succeeded in
blocking a punt. The Tryon line
showed up well, not yielding a
single first down. The ends, Can
tain Taylor and Wall, played well.
The guards, Derby, Martin and
Arledge constantly stopped the
visiting backs. Melton and the two
Beatson brothers in the backfield
did nice running and defense work.
The next game which has been
scheduled for Tryon brings Swan
nanoa high to Harmon Field, on
Thursday, October 17th. Sb for
no team has been scheduled for
Friday, October 11th, but if pos-
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51.50 Year In the Carolina^
SATURDAY, OCT. 5, 1940
TRYON, N. C.,
Our London Letter
Sept: 14th. Bristol.
Dear Mr. Vining,
Well, we are having it proper
ly now, and the more I hear and
see of its effects, the more proud
I am to be English, and more
worthy do I consider the battle.
London has had 9, pretty bad
time of it these past few days—l
was up there at the beginning of
the raids having a few days rest
from the raids down here!—and
believe me it is still very much
there.
On Friday evening at about six
the first raiders came, and after
the All Clear was sounded, I went
onto the roof to inspect the view.
In the distance, quite near to St.
Paul’s great clouds of smoke were
pouring, and as the evening pro
gressed, these turned to raging
flames, a lovely but ghastly sight.
With London lit like a beacon it
was inevitable that the raiders
should come again, which indeed
they did, raining bombs indis
criminately about, particularly on
the fire fighters. We had a tough
night of it, with bombs banging
down, and guns banging up, and
the incessant drone of aeroplanes
overhead. This lasted from nine
until half past five, which time I
spent on some cushions on the
stairs, as the air raid shelter
seemed full of squeaking children.
I preferred squealing bombs.
Next day, the fire had been ex
tinguished, but over the whole city
hung a smell of burning, which
was grim and beastly. Everybody
yawned a lot, and hundreds had
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