THE ZEBULON RECORD
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A GREAT INSTITUTION
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It was the privilege and pleasure of the
editor to be present last Sunday at the 25th an
niversary of the opening of the Kennedy Home,
the eastern branch of the Baptist Orphanage in
North Carolina. Twenty-five years ago 16 child
ren were transferred from Thomasville to the
Kennedy Home. There were two buildings for
children at the time. One had been erected by
Mr. Noah Biggs of Scotland Neck, and the other
by citizens of Lenoir county. Today there are six
buildings for children, a modern infirmary, teach
erage, and cottages for employees with families.
Today 120 children live there with matrons,
teachers, and others who minister to their needs
and nurture.
In addition to the buildings, there are a
church and school building, office, storehouse,
recreation buildir g, laundry, water system,
modern dairy and stock barns, shop and other
necessary buildings to an orphanage and big
farm. On the farm 1 saw a herd of Hereford
beef cattle, nearly a hundred of them in grass
almost as tall as they were. The offspring of
30 fine brood sows along with the beef cattle
furnish much of the meat used at both the Mills
Home and the Kennedy Home. There is also a
fine herd of Holstein cattle for dairying purposes
The farm has over 1,200 acres, of which a
bout 750 are in cultivation. About 400 acres are
SEEN AND HEARD
MAKING THE MOST OF IT
Have you seen that stalk of
corn growing in front of M. B.
Chamblee’s stables? It is as tall
as a man and grows right out of
the concrete sidewalk in a small
crack or opening between the con
crete and a light pole. Nature
does pretty well sometimes without
a chance or help.
A REMINDER OF FIFTY YEARS
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Driving on the highway below
Goldsboro Sunday morning 1 met
an old colored woman in her Sun
day best. She wore an old-fashion
ed splint bonnet. Her straight bod
ied dress struck the ground at her
heels and she carried a long stick
for a cane. 1 was going too fast to
see the pipe or black gum brush in
her mouth but feel sure it was
there.
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SIGHTS SEEN SUNDAY AND
MONDAY
As I drove around the corner in
to Queen street in Kintson Sunday
night about nine o'clock on my
way from church services, I noticed
that the street was lined wdth cars
on both sides as far as I could see,
east and west. I asked what could
be going on in Kinston on a Sunday
night that would bring so many
people to the business section. Mr.
Brogdon said: "Moving pictures.”
Judging from the cars I would say
there were ten times as many peo
ple at the movies as were at the
union church service, the only ser
vice in the town that night, which
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Then Monday morning about 9:30
just as I entered Goldsboro, judg
ing from the noise and cars, there
must have been more than a thous
and people watching a ball game
—on Monday morning too!
James Creech is in Rex hospital
where he is recovering from a si
nus operation which he underwent
last Tuesday.
MEMORIALS
... I am representative for Warner
Memorials, Raleigh, N. C. Let me
advise with you for a suitable me
morial for your loved ones.
REV- LESLIE NEWMAN
Phone 5 Wendell, N. C.
Open Forum
SUNDAY BASEBALL
When I would read about the
baseball games on Sunday several
years ago in other cities I wonder
ed if it would ever be in our home
towns and just hoped it would not.
But it is here. Whe are the church
people and citizens of the towns
letting such things come in- Can’t
they be stopped some way ? The
pool rooms, movies and so many
other things it seems Satan has the
lead.
Back to the baseball again. There
are church members, even leaders
in the church, and Sunday school
teachers, that go to church on Sun
day morning and then to the ball
game in the afternoon. I call that
a damper on the church and Sunday
school service. People are so busy
and noisy now they do not hear
that still sma! l voice that whispers
you are out of "our place.
If you will excuse a self-experi
ence, I will tell you when I only
planted in corn and soy beans. There are more
than 30 acres in the garden. 1 saw rows of
beans, peas, okra, strawberries, collards, and
other vegetables that reached across the field
nearly a half mile. The cane “patch” had nine
or ten acres in it. A power mill grinds out the
juice for molasses and a modern cannery takes
care of the surplus vegetables.
I rode for more than a mile across the farm
and it was yet almost another mile to the far
side on the Neuse river. A big Farmall tractor
was turning three furrows at a time, making
ready for peas. (This was Monday morning and
not Sunday!). Another big tractor, a combine
that threshed 500 bushels of wheat from one
field this year, mowing machine and a number
of fine mules along with the boys are the power
that operates this big farm.
A dozen artesian wells scattered over the
farm and grounds furnish an abundance of pure
cool water. One well is so strong that Mr. Hough
the Superintendent, has harnessed a water ram
to it and it pumps the water where it is needed.
The stalks of the ensilage corn were almost as
large as corn grows around Zebulon and it was
planted very thick in the row. It must be planted
so to keep the stalks from growing too large to
cut for ensilage. This corn with soy beans will
be preserved in large tile silos holding many tons
and fed to hogs and cattle through the winter.
If one has never been to the Kennedy Home,
it would be both interesting and helpful to see
it. It is just a little over 60 miles from Zebulon
and I drove it in an hour and a half. To see
the growing crops, the fat stock, the spreading
meadows, the avenue of pecan trees, the grove
of large pines, the orchard of 800 peach trees,
maks a prospect that pleases and must remind
one of what the garden of Eden was. Mr. J. C.
Hough, the Superintendent, is not just a jack of
all trades, he is a king of trades. Raised on a
farm, educated at Wake Forest, first school
teacher, then a preacher, he has had an ex
perience and training tht fit him well for the po
sition he fills so acceptably to the Baptist people
of North Carolina.
a lOcts show in Zebulon and the
ponies were going to act that night
so I took the children to see them,
and that still small voice told me
that night I was out of my place,
and I haven’t carried them any
more. If we will listen at the ball
games that voice will tell us we are
out of our place.
As I heard a preacher say in a
sermon a few days ago we haven’t
launched out in the deep. We are
just ankle deep, trying to hold God
in one hand and Satan in the other.
Let’s get busy and do away with
the things in our community that
should not be on Sunday.
Mrs. T Y. Puryear.
If You Want To Buy Or Sell
REAL ESTATE
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R. L. H A R P E R
Real Estate Loans Negotiated
NOTICE OF LAND SALE
Under and by virtue of the pow
ers contained in and in execution of
the duties imposed upon me by
a certain judgment of the Superior
Court of Wake County, North Car
olina, entered in an action therein
pending entitled “Wake County vs.
Mrs. T. M. Conn and Husband,” I
will on Saturday, the 10th day of
July, 1937, at 12 o’clock noon, at
the Courthouse door of Wake
County in the City of Raleigh, N.
C., offer for sale to the highest
bidder for cash the following de
scribed lands and premises to-wit:
2 lots Sycamore Street, For more
complete description see Book 663,
Page 141; Registry of Wake
County,
The above property is sold sub
ject to all taxes that have accrued
since the year 1932.
This 7th day of June, 1937.
L. S. BRASSFIELD,
Commissioner.
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This, That, and
The Other
MRS. THEO. B. DAVMS
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It may have been the Glorious
Fourth all right, but if I were a
gambling man, I’d bet my boots it
wasn’t Independence Day for a
number of Zebulon husbands. Quite
the contrary, to judge from a cas
ual saunter down some streets of
what we hope may some day be
our fair city. It was impressive to
see how grass was being uprooted
from around rose bushes and in
flower beds; how awnings were be
ing put up or replaced or readjust
ed how little jobs of
painting couldn't wait another day.
No wonder some men went fishing!
Justice demands the statement
that the wives of the busy hus
bands were not idle, nor were they
merely bossing the jobs; they were
doing a worthy share of the work.
And I really believe that in most
instances the man of the house is
as proud of attractive premises as
is his helpmeet.
On day this summer I heard a
young woman say she had noticed
all the towns on the highway be
tween Raleigh and Hertford when
making the trip by automobile and
that Zebulon’s Gannon Avenue was
the prettiest street she saw. Next
day I looked around more careful
ly than usual on my way down
town. And was proud of what I
saw. Had you noticed how those
young trees on the sidewalks have
grown until they make a shade
that looks cool even on the hottest
days ? And nothing is more beauti
fying to residential streets than
trees. And have you observed the
dozens of crepe myrtles now be
ginning to bloom at the edges of
yards and on the sidewalks?
When a person who has seen our
town but once remembers it be
cause of beauty, all of us, includ
ing Fourth of July husband-men,
have a right to pride.
If you have a tender place on a
toe —or it may be a corn—try
sticking a piece of adhesive tape
over it before putting on your hose.
Or, if a new shoe feels stiff at the
heel, put a strip of the tape where
it rubs. You'll be surprised to find
how much relief it gives. The tape
is not thick enough to make any
difference in the way the shoe fits,
and, if used long enough, it will
soften a corn until one may get
rid of most of it, unless it should
be quite large.
This is a personal word to those
who send us original poetry and
fail to understand why it does not
appear in print.
We do not have space for all of
it and we fear that if we print
some and not all, some one may
take offense.
Some time ago we got out a
special edition with ever so many
poems contributed by local writers.
I enjoyed the work of helping with
it—but, folks, it cost us something.
I am promised that some week we
may have another poetry special
and am. saving some contributions
for it already; but no date has
beep set. Linotypists and composi
tors are not enthusiastic enough to
donate their services in printing
extra pages of poems; they have
to keep an eye on their pay enve
lopes, even as you and I, Still, if
you can write some veraes that
have rhythm and meaning with or
without rhyme, hold on to them.
As Sentimental Tommy would say,
“We’ll find a w’y," and that poet
buckler
A Badger game is about to be
played upon the people of our com
munity. Not the old one, but a
brand new type that will be popular
with both old and young.
In olden days, (not too olden) a
city slicker would tear into town,
take up with all the ready cash and
dodge out, badger fashion.
The badger game descending up
on us is conducted by one city slick
er, Badger Johnson. Not the rube
he appears to be, but a smooth
tongued salesman on whom Caro
lina Power and Light places their
faith for the future-
The game has nothing to do with
money. The new badger fun has to
do with water, and plenty of it.
r
It seems that all you have to do
is place your name in the pot and
be present at the appointed times
and presto! you can swim like a
fish.
A lot of people go around wav
ing their arms uselessly, comment
ed Mr. Johnson, with a little in
struction, they could be swimming
two laps around the family bath
tub each morning and save that
wasted energy.
What I’m really trying to plug
here is that one Badger Johnson
is graciously giving of his time
and knowledge in cooperation with
the Red Cross to teach youse guys
and gals as don’t know how, to
swim. There is no charge for the
instruction and it will only take
an hour a day for about ten days.
Doubtless you’ve stood on the
shore while some kidlet paddled
about the mud-hole and envied the
little brat his floatative powers.
Here is your chance to learn to
swim as well as the envied one
and maybe better.
Many a person has drowned
when a few weak, amateurish
strokes, or knowing how to hold
his breath would have saved his
life.
Who knows, that hour a day may
keep the cold, clutching, strangling
hand of death from pulling you
across the river Styx.
You parents who love your chil
luns should feel it your duty to’
see that they are among the
first to register with Mr. John
son or Barrie Davis at the Record
office. The instruction, as before
stated, is absolutely free and as
far as possible, arangements have
been made for transportation to
and from Lake Myra for those
whose names are entered.
The management of Lake Myra
has kindly consented for the class
to use the lake FREE OF CHARGE
during instruction hours- Don’t let
your child be one of those unfor
tunate ones who never get around
to the place that they aren’t afraid
of water. A fear of water, is every
bit as bad as a fear of fire, and
often worse.
P S. There is still time to get
yours, or your child’s name on the
list.
Australian crawlingly yours,
The Swashbuckler.
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