. -X. .• ’ • r.-. f,-fi v--'-•‘■V;■*.*■■ - LIM. €dK*r aa**>iiW§aKer‘ trie* •. Month at 0uM»«,W. «• -• « »5^ rr#**>> Published !>*«« • Monti* irtDunmiv. ’ 'fo^^rJcre-WiDk circui^tion M* «%r¥w*.||H OiUU 4^ tte jm ufBo>; Wt ®ow< ‘ -r?v “ ‘, it&* E»4 «l» .Y«ip. rp4 aIWI. ftj -: -• :mrf ' ^r .. . ^ ,, . .. .., A^onjtiiow-. The dWateW Vetoed i« one-man paper. -iEtecenttr-f> hare beer• thlailEfti^ ^hat ifllght h*ppen?|f I gMTd b^^oA^'intapftctt&led tefore l should get .the yiapbV so 'Ttiforougfajy established. • that., another -could cdtiy"itf dn, pr would do ,11; I.savf, ,ho.TV eaisy Jt would tie to 'pick tip the publication and locate it -at ran j point I should choose and tunrit into a county paper, 5 and was -tempted-to do -iti^helDg confident that I cohid m&kk aVmuitaor more money that way and at the same time put the publicatipp- ih position,Jo tide over lfcjr But the idea does not appeal. I enjdy the tfork on The State’s Voice, even if it--id very-taring, and realize that it is get ting a better and better hold in'thh State every week. •rvTbeceforef I am casting the file. Any day may see me become incapacitated for the tWo-man job that I am-doing. Yet l am going to risk having a iew more years of real activity;' within5 vtbich time' The State’s yolce. Should be ah ’acoepited institution in the State •—one that any live- journalist -mmld be glad to epn tinue. -But I am saying this to indicate to the public that progress-has been-made. The paper has passed jthtongh-4 year and a half oi the worst financial pe riod of the century, and only some incapacity of its publisher is the only tbiftg’now, apparently, in its way to its becoming' a real state-wide institution. ‘Thirty- pr more, counties are now fairly well repre sented.--on- its subscription list, with scattered sub • scriptiona in thirty morfe. : No special haste will be made In completing the state-winmi £*** ,?« !”,S WranMto ie^V Bnt.ft w»3St«“»*’"** • bid town. ~. '■«”?: ■!> ' prom the ngme, I rather eapeeted to find ft located. mn ^ ^ t0 Keart^of a fine faWip* area.;•;•• , ‘:?t I. was sum that ^.should Ukr am ilttle^town’.’aiia |ha event proved m .anticipation correct. .There to iometfain&rahont-thoee old .cenntyweat-towna: wjiose histories reachbaekdota the eighteenth century1 that ..the newer tewns...fteeni;. unable to rapine* The at mosphere different, fine and whdleso*ne.. 1, BTo ■ railroad, probably considerably rew^ ^than a thousand inhabitants; yet Snow Hill haf practical^ ell the‘advantages of the- modern city, and mah^ more than the citiea-of fifty yehrs ago had. The .village would seem^ the ideal hotne of - the. small-. Mowjl man, of which ilk the* writer is inescapably ©he. When i gee our Dunn contemporaries speaking*^ this town* of 5,000 people as a kittle” jfeojrn, I almost resent the idea. The little town ig one., In which -everybody bnows everybody else and his business, and most of the dogs. Show Hill is .apparently the ideal little town, what • with its paved. streetsT^ta Water and lights, and good highway. an(l;4egapt old homes hnd solid citisenryj /' , r.^ -• MRS. W. B. MURPHY " 7 Snow Hill, N. C.m 7 As the county-seat of Greene County, one of the smaller counties of the State, it shows you its little county court house right on main street. The county has put on no airs and is still using its tiny old court house, but necessity, due to the unsafety of the building, will force Greene'to build another. But you may bet that those sensible Greene county people will not go wild and put hundreds of thousands of dollars ing courthouse. - - • ..i Meeting the Citizens. It did seem that a day would afford-an opportunity to meet all the people on Main street, but it didn’t. It is almost impossible not to spend An undue amount of time with such interesting citizens ss -one meets in the course of the day. As I had already several good friends., at Snow Hill whom it was delightful to chat with,.the day was all too short to make- the rounds.. However, I-shall in troduce you to such as I did really get acquainted with. )My Former Acquaintances.- > - - I was hoping that Judge Frizzelle would be in town, as he had no court the week.of the Fourth, but therein I was disappointed. He and his family were off on-vacation at some beach/ - But right in the heart of town is-the elegant home of Dr. and Mrs. W. B. Murphy, with his well equip ped office hard by. Of course, ! was drawn thither as if by a magnet. I never, hear or sSe' the name of . Tom Murphy of Greensboro, Dr. W; B. of SnOw Hill, or any of the rest of the children Of Dr: " W. B. Murphy the elder without thinking of the first time I ever saw the father—over a half-century ago." In those days it was a long journey through the Sands from lower Sampson to Clinton and my ~ parents* friends in the lower area would frequently make' their way to our home to spend the night and thus after a sixTmile drive the next, morning have time to at-' tend to their business at the county-seat and go back home by nightfall. Such was the visit made by W. B. Murphy, .fir., accomplished by one of his neighbors —Mr. Wm. DeVane, I believe. Tom and I were in school together fifty years, ago this coming, winter. And later the recognition of the binding tie of the | same Alderman strain made me feel closer to the progeny of Dr. and his mother, the latter, who furnishes the Alderinaii tie, still aUve and found well and happy at .W. B’s, home at Snow-HiU—that is,• i : jlftejr she and,Mrs. W.- Ik bad returned in mid-d,,. |rom; Atlantic Beach with the children: / j S&i: Mrs,W. JB. Murphy One of the State’. Most 3 . .3- , V>. Hl^ity Esteemed Ladfcs. • “I>r.W; B. Murphy ia So wellkhown that ho > offered;4 yod r«n«Bbeti the supertntendency of th*, ; Caswell Ttataing School; last S°“« of us w«* \ ratter shrjSHsed^tlfet he" Should dtcHos it. But afte* ; ftfiat Weette visit 1 no fonder surprised, qj coiirSe, ibe tqtfbrfuttB?. to Serve had it* pull. Bnt for. Murphy if wrrlhf'Wdtidertdliy^where he is. No ‘ ntan ckn setW to milch’ better<'piii,p6se than the fam. I ■ liy physician.^ Arid for Mftjtof evidences the kindly sympathies of the old-time family physician. it Voui^ haVe beeri a real ifocfirice to leave that elegant' borne and the fine littie tSWn of Snow Bin to si&tfldbr the fWponsihitttieg riow & ably borne by Df. JVvM.' Begjstef. ’ Here Mfs.“ W. B. Murphy ig - - qdeeh of the riSne fnd queen in the affections of the ' town, ‘county, and mnch 6t eastern North Carolina. There are few North Tcirottria women better known or more wifel^ sppreciatedt"than she. 'A Leader Among the'D&ughters of the Involution. }:■ Itt D. A . IL Circles of North Carolina Mrs. Mur ph/s naitaq is'a household word. She is regent of the "Alexander McAllister Chapter with headquarters at*Snow Mill huf'with a mieiflbershlp embracing sev eral counties^ ’ Arid when one comes to that name “Alexander McAllister,” be is brought right back brire to the Cape Pear—to OW Bluff church in can nori-shotr distance 6F fount. In fact, the monument to Col. McAllister; the great Scotch Patriot of Rev©* lntionary days, .-wftb Greeted directly through h$r ef forts’. Perhaps many of our readers recall the great day at old Bluff—in 1926, I believe—when thousands were present Vt the unveiling of the monument and Mrs. Murphy: unexpectedly became recipient of a : silver platter ^bearing the engraved appreiation of the “Descendants of Alexander McAUister“ And she is one of that- clan herself? She was Mary Colvin of Moore’s Creek, Pender County, but Col McAllister’s second wife was-a-Moore’s Creek Colvin, and then one of the Moore's Creek Colvins married a_ daughter of CoL McAllister. It was she, too, who led in the erection of the monument at Moore’s Creek Battle Ground to Mary gloeumb, the heroine of that dark* February night’s sixty-mile fide from: her home *near -Mount Clive to the battle ground, where she had seen in a dream a jnan wounded and in need of Attention. It was also Mrs. Murphy’s privilege once io present to- the Na tional organization of the D. ..A.- R.. -a gavel made from a tree upon the battle ground and to recount the story of Mary Slocum’s ride; In .expressing her appreciation of "the gift of the gayel-and- of the story of Mary Slocumb, thenorthern-born regent of the National organization admitted that that. ride in every respect surpassed the famous ride of Paul Revier. . Bought jas National Committeeman. Mrs. Murphy is politically-minded .and is recognized as one of the leader^ among the Democratic women of the State.' She has inade no. bid for-the place on the National Executive ’ Committee being, vacated by Mrs. Palmer Jerman,but sbaJias received a number of urgent-letters from political friends insisting upon her becoming a" candidate. A great member she would make. _ , ' . . IbO Home Contain* a Number or 1 italuMe Antiques. ’It is pecutiifrly ifttifig that~Mrs. Murphy, leader in the erection of the Mary Slocumb monument, should have had the good fortune to .secure by purchase the mantel from the tftcf Ezekiel Slocumb home. It is. , in use lit the Morphy home, and a beauty it is. There were reaf^craftsmen in those old days. There are also in thh’ home Colvin'’heiriooins, even a four-poster brought over frtom Scotland when the Colvins settled qn Moorg’s Creek’ 200 years ago^ ' and* other pieces nearly as’ old. My people arid hers on Moore’s Creek havd been neighbors'forN175 years^ Mrs. Murpihy’s’ 'iptrden is" another" pride of hers. Many ornamental dahlias wlHfsoon be in bloom and my remote Show Hill cousins would just as well he on the lookout for a visit with the wife at the bloom* ing time of thbsg dahlias. ; A Sum-Enough Alderman. , The very neit 'visit I made after calling first at the Murphy home wag at Supt. a/b. Alderman's office ia the court house. There in foe. little town that day were several of tis descendants1 of the "Moore’s Creek Aldermans.''*Sro ; pnly A. B. and I and his children were of the Moore's Creek^ brrincEi. Mrs. Murphy, Senior, and Dr. W. B. and CMMren are descendants another of thie three Alderman brothers, settlers in the Duplin-Pender-Sampsbn area. Mrs. Murphy, Senior, is a niece of Professor Frank Alderman, who taught for near a half-century at Greensboro Coiled and is the father (or is it grandfather?) of Mrs. Barle Godbey, wife; of the editor of the Greeusboro .