VOLUME IX THIS, THAI * AND THE OTHER By MRS. THEO. B. DAVIS There were four of them—a man. a woman, a boy who seemed to be about eleven and a girl prob ably about four. The man carried a rather dilapidated suitcase while the woman had a light wrap of some kind hanging over her arm. I saw them first as they sat dowri to rest under the small trees at the side of the highway near our house. Experience had taught me what to expect, so I was not sur prised when the boy came to the di or and said: “We are hitch-hik er md we are hungry. Please give i tome dinner.” It 'was about i p o’clock and I was cooking or., .inner. This was explained to him. He said they were going from some place in Pennsylvania to Winston-Salem, where their home was— •• is. I asked if they had walked and he answered in sur prise: “Oh, no! We get rides.” I gave him a pan of apples and plums and a small cooler of milk with a glass, and he asked if I wanted the pan and cooler back. He brought them after a bit and said his mother told him to thank me. Now the thing that made me feel *A>rst was that so small a boy was ‘ so accomplished a beggar. Why, he was much more at ease than was a small negro boy who came the same morning to try to sell me some berries at “three cent' a quart.” And his language would have done credit to a high school * boy. Every verb was right, every pronoun was mindful of its ante cedent, and his final g’s were put on so carefully that ong felt they couldn’t possibly drop off. Yet beg ging seemed to be as natural to him as speaking. What a store of memories for the years of man hood! Or will it be real manhood? Sometimes I fear that we house keepers care more about whether a negro woman is a good washer woman than we do about her mor als. A little girl, three and one-halt years old. told me she has learned to swim. I congratulated her and she said airily: “Oh, it’s not hard. You just have to lay on your tum my and swim with your hands and kick with your feet.” Sounds simple, doesn’t it? But many of us older ones would find the directions complicated, if we jatried to follow them. And it seems PUo sensible to have children learn Go swim. Os course some good swimmers do get drowned, but there is not the anxiety and dread of it beforehand that is felt for those who can only sink in the wa ter. Even Pharaoh and the Egyptians didn’t have to endure a plague of ants. (You needn't go searching those chapters in Exodus to see if I'm correct. I’ve already looked.) And ants are among the peskiest pests we have to fight. Fortunately they don’t kill us when eaten, ami J it is also in the housekeeper’s fa- ! voi that the tiny ones look a good bit like black pepper—only some' husbands don't like pepper. It is really rather useless for us to g" around saying what we would do under this or that circumstance. never lie absolutely certain; and ii we have, the chances are that we wouldn't do exactly the same thing again, or yet the thing we think we would do the next time. Eor some reason few cookbooks : contain recipes for making jam ot , tlvse big, sweet plums that are popularly called “peach plums. If you care to try it, you will find these directions both simple and s ii t i M SCtoi'V- Put the whole plums on to boil in enough water to nearly cover them, i Took thom until they are soft, re move from the fife, and rub them j through a sieve or colander to freej the pulp and juice from skins and | seeds. Measure the pulpy liquid and SUie Zebulon Herori) Death Os Former Citizen Os Zebulon Below is a skethch of the life and an editorial from the Greensboro Record of a former citizen of Zebu lon. Mr. Stone was born near here and his mother made her home in Zebulon long after her son went j to Greensboro to make his home. , He was a nephew of J. M. Whitley and Mrs. W. L. Wiggs, and a bro ther to Norman Stone, of Winston- Salem. “Whitt R. Stone, age 52, promi nent Greensboro business .man for many’ years and vice president of the Joseph J. Stone and company, died suddenly at St. Leo’s hospital at 4 o’clock, Thursday morning, June 29, after illness of only a few days. “Mr. Stone became slightly ill on Saturday an<-’ Hudson on April the 8, last. He was sentenced to electrocu- NUMBERS. FLAPDOODLE By The Swashbuckler I note with a certain degree of interest that lightning killed two hogs for Mr. G. F. Pearce, of Pilot, last week. I am wondering if the force exerted by the holt was suf ficient to barbecue the swine too— A news note states that a wed ding ceremony was performed at Revere, Mass., in which the o&» ficiating justice ofthe peace, bride, bridegroom and attendants were on roller skates. . —Pillow manufac turers must have had at least one good business day in Revere! • Times are becoming so hard in I the local negro district that the i inhabitants are resorting to good old axle grease for hair styaighten er. One dusky gent was heard to remark,,“lt makg yo’ hair straight, but it don’t stay straight long.”— A kind of “the kink is dead, long live the kink” affair. I’d say Another news note states that each of the nine daughters of Mr. and Mrs. W. W. Adams, ot Halifax, Va.. has been given the name of a precious stone. They are Pearl K Ruby, Opal, Emerald, Garnet, Crys tal. Agate, Amethist, and Jewel. —I suppose the next wil be named Columbia. A precious stone? Sure ly, the gem of the ocean! Mrs. Mae Foister, of Cleveland, Ohio, was severely burned when she kiss ed her husband who had a cigar ia ! his mouth. Just another case | where people should have “looked | before they lipped” An auto l matic spanking machine has re i cently been submitted to the Aus tralian Minister of Education. This is very unfair. Imagine taking this ' age old privilege away front the parents. They can no longer say, “This hurts me worse than it does you.” A scientific magazine states that there are 20,000 differ ent species of birds in the world-* Oh yeah? Bulgaria has placed j a tax of 3Vj cents on permanent | waves.-—Pity the poor negro. I Germany has just begun putting | out slot machines which say “thank I you” after delivering an article of merchandise.—That’s nothing, A merica has had machines that are ! continually saying “Gimme”, for | the past quarter century! At - j ter all, putting so many sardines I into one solitary can isn’t so won derful. Italy’s forty-two million j people are crowded into an area less than half the size of the State of Texas.—The opportunity of the moment comes from Morroco, in Africa. There is no newspaper there.—-—One of our friends, near Wendell, had a hog which died from bloating last week, but it doesn’t worry him in the least.— Why? Don’t you remember that old adage my dear, “All’ swell that end’ swell!” The old Swash buckler in a moment of altruism is offering to the public a chance to enter a contest which is most unique. For the best letter on “Why tr Swashbuckler’s column should he done away with” will 1 win a year’s subscription to the RECORD. This is that chance you have been waiting for. Tell the Swashbuckler what you think of him. The winning letter and j the three next best will he publish ed in the RECORD at the end of the contest. The contest ends at twelve o’clock noon at the RECORD office door in Zebulon, Wednesday, July 19, 1933. Address your let ter- to l npopularity Contest, Care of Swashbuckler, Zebulon, North Carolina. Remember to sign your full name and address. Everyone is eligible for entrance. The jud ges will be: Fred. V. Lewis, Long Beach. California; Mrs. Theo. B. Davis. Zebulon; The Swashbuckler, at large. New Fiscal Year Begins July first marks the beginning of a new fiscal year for the gov ernment. This is better than for it to begin on January the first, since the crop year, in general, begins at this time and the year’s bus iness activity is at a lower point than at any other time, of the year.