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VOLUME XV
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MRS. THEO. B. DAVIS
What do you do with Christmas
cards after admiring the colors
used, and the bright pictures, read
ing with enjoyment the varied
greetings and the names of those
who sent them, maybe making a
private list of those who thought
of you and to whom you sent no
message at Christmas? Console
yourself by thinking New Year’s
greetings are appropriate in re
turn.
It seems a shame to discard
such pretty things as the cards
are; yet where can you put them
after the holidays are over? Af
ter you have kept them all on a
tray to be admired and read
by callers and re-read by the fami
ly for at least two weeks. Usual
ly they are put away in a box on a
closet shelf, there to stay until
practicality overpowers sentiment.
By that time a silver fish has
probably nibbled at them, their
gold has become dim, the comers
are curling, and much of their
glory has departed. This makes
practicality’s job of overcoming
much easier.
One member of our family always
insisted on keeping the Christmas
cards two years. I am personally
undecided about it and never know
quite what is the best procedure.
But this Christmas brought me one
card I know what to do with. It
came without a mark on it, in an
envelope bearing the postmark of
an office in another state. It is
a lovely folder, and I can find a
new envelope to fit it. Please tell
me what you think should be done
with the rest.
Does the road lead uphill all the
way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the journey take the live
long day?
From mom to night, my friend.
The lines quoted above are from
a poem by Christina Rosetti, and
have been much in my mind late
ly. Day follows day so swiftly
that even when one year dies and
is succeeded by another, there is
no second of stopping.
I used to have an idea that for
a breathless instant on tfie night
of December 31 there was a pause
registering the fact of one more
year’s becoming part of the past;
but later noted the steady ticking
of clocks across what I had fan
cied was a chasm, narrow but deep
and definite. Time would go on
just the same, if man had never
made a calendar or an almanac.
Nor can we ever wholly fold up
and put away a year that is fin
ished. Something it brought us
has become too much a part of
life to be dropped or forgotten.
The past is heavy and either hin
ders us or anchors in times of
storm.
One thing I have learned: we
need not hope too much or be too
much afraid of any twelve months,
no matter what their date. Today
I read a sonnet beginning, “The
strong go on ... ” It reminded
me of Paul’s admonition, “Quit
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THE FOUR COUNTY NEWSPAPER—WAKE, JOHNSTON, NASH AND FRANKLIN
CHURCH NEWS
Christmas Programs Given
The Christmas program at the
Methodist Church was given on
Thursday night of last week. That
at the Baptist Church was on Fri
day night. As has been for some
years the custom at the Baptists
Church, offerings for the need.,
were given at the close of the ex
ercises as a part of the program.
These were later distributed by a
committee.
Prize Winners Named
The Young Women’s Class of the
Hopkin’s Chapel Church will meet
at the home of Mrs. Milton Bran
non on Saturday night, December
31, for ‘heir annuel New Year’s
I’hH» lumbers of the class are in
vite . to be present.
Mrs. J. G. Bunn
Fidelis Matrons Class Meeting
The January meeting of the Fi
delis Matrons Class of the Bap
tist S. S. will be held on Monday
night of next week with Mrs. Ro.
bert Jenkins as hostess and Mrs.
G. J. Griffin in charge of the pro
gram.
Carolers Sing Friday Night
On Friday night a group of ca
rolers from the Baptist Sunday
School, lead by Mr. and Mrs. G.
J. Griffin, sang in the residential
streets of Zebulon, giving a num
ber of favorite Christmas songs.
Baptist Church Program
The services to be held in the
Zebulon Baptist Church on Sun
day, January 1, are as follows:
9:45 Sunday School
11:00 Morning Worship. Sermon
—“Gates Closing and Opening.”
7:00 Young People’s Groups
7:30 Evening Worship. Sermon
—“Each Day—God”
G. J. Griffin, Pastor
Methodist Church Service
Beginning with Christmas Sun
day, the time for our evening ser
vices will be changed. When there
is a morning service at Zebulon,
the evening service will be at Wen
dell. And, when there is a morning
service at Wendell, the evening
service will be at Zebulon. This
will enable the pastor to meet each
congregation each Sunday.
You are cordially invited to wor
ship with us 2d and 4th Sunday
mornings and Ist and 3d Sunday
evenings.
May this Christmas season bring
great joy and happiness to you—
each of you and to your home.
B. F. Boone, Pastor
The Durhan Life Insurance Co.,
owners of the radio station WPTF,
have turned the station over to the
National Broadcasting Co., which
has had an option on the station
for some time. A North Carolina
corporation is being formed to take
it over. The NBC, it is understood,
is offering to turn the station over
to state owners without profit. Ed
Wynne, the builder, sold it a few
years ago for $5,000. The last sale
was for $210,000 and it is under
stood that much more has been of
fered for it, but the NBC offers to
resell for the price paid.
ZEBULON, NORTH CAROLINA,FRIDAY, DECEMBER 30, 1938
1938 1939
From Year to Year
The Record Publishing Co.
and
The Zebulon Record
with
its printers and publishers
wish
everyone happiness.
DEATHS
George Carter Dies
George Carter, who lives about
five miles east of Zebulon near
Union Hope church died last Sat
urday afternoon. He was helping
his brother Arthur and others in
preparing a hog for barbecuing,
when suddenly he collapsed, call
ing Arthur’s name as he fell. His
funeral service was conducted at
Union Hope church Sunday after
noon at 2:30 o’clock by Rev. Theo.
B. Davis, pastor. Burial was in the
cemetery a short distance from the
church.
Mr. Carter was about 57 years
old. He is survived by his wife and
five children, five brothers and
three sisters and an aged father.
He is a brother of Bertis and Her
man Carter of Zebulon. Neighbors
say he was an unusually fine
neighbor, being one of the kindest
and most helpful to others in trou
bles of all kinds. Such men are
greatly missed in any community.
Mrs. Luther Buffaloe
Mrs. Luther Buffaloe of near
Zebulon died Wednesday morning
at 6 o’clock at Rex Hospital fol
lowing a lengthy illness.
Funeral services were held at
Bethany Church Thursday after
noon at 2:30 o’clock and burial fol
lowed in the church cemetery.
Surviving Mrs. Buffaloe are her
widower and the following child
re n : Lettie Lou, Maybelle,
Blanche, Ronald, Lee, Johnnie
Webb, and Luther Buffaloe, Jr.
Three sisters, Mrs. Ila Buffaloe of
Zebulon, Mrs. B. D. Marshbum
and Mrs. W. T. Johnson, both of
Raleigh, and two brothers, R. C.
Watson and Zell Watson, both of
Wendell, Route 2, also survive.
London’s "Cinderella Subway,”
the Waterloo and City Tube rail
way, is at last to don expensive new
garb.
The City Tube is not part of the
underground railway system, but
is under control of the Southern
Railway. While other London tube
lines have been treated with mod
em coaches, easy seats, pneumatic
doors, the City Tube has had to get
along as best it could with anti
quated coaches and hard wood, or
cane seats. After all the City Tube
has only two stations—Waterloo
at one end Bank at the other—in
its whole length, and although it
carries many passengers, the great
expense involved in modernization
has not hitherto seemed worth the
cost.
But plans for modernization now
announced include complete re
placement of rolling stock to give
faster and less crowded travel, and
also welded rails to reduce noise
and noise-absorbing tunnel shields
to make the journey comparative
ly silent.
CLUB COLUMN
Zebulon Rotary Meets
Robert Daniel Massey, had the
program Friday night. The sub
ject was Rotary Magazine. John
Parke of Raleigh was speaker. Os
course, he gave a good talk on the
value of this magazine. It is one of
the best informal magazines pub
lished. His talk was both inspiring
and informal. Those absent were
Vance Brown, Albert Medlin, Judd
Robertson, and Howard Bunn.
In the absence of our sweetheart,
Miss Jocelyn House played the pi
ano for us.
New Year’s Party
The Christmas Decorative Con
test which was held on December
23 was a perfect success and was
enjoyed by all.
The judges, Mr. and Mrs. Hom
er H. B. Mask and Mrs. Martin of
Raleigh, and Mr. Herring of Rich
mond, Virginia, awarded the priz
es to the following persons: Mrs.
H. C. Wade, general effect of deco
rations as seen from outside; Mrs.
C. G. Weathersby, decorations on
the outside of the house; Mrs. C. E.
Flowers, general effect of the
house as a whole; Mrs. L. E. Long,
best decorative feature, mantel.
Mrs. Foster Finch wishes to
thank the judges and all who par
ticipated in the contest for'their
hearty cooperation.
WORTHY OF ATTENTION
A Shreveport, Louisiana, man re
cently inserted in the classified
columns of a local daily the follow
ing notice: “For Sale: German
Shepherd Puppy.”
The sun had set, and darkness
was shadowing his garden when he
returned home from his day’s work.
As he approached a side entrance
he was greeted by the dog he had
decided to sell. He sought to pass
the animal and enter the garden
gate, but the dog stood firmly in
his path insisting in his best dog
language that the master must not
pass.
The man heeded the dog, turned
aside from the path, and switched
on a porch light. As the light flood
ed the pathway, there was reveal
ed just inside the garden gate on
the path the reason the dog had
not permited him to enter, a coil
ed snake.
The classified advertisement was
withdrawn.
Page Horatio Alger!
J. L. of a veteran Il
linois Central railroad man and an
employee of the line since he was
12, became president of the Illinois
system on December 14. The
Board of Directors, following its
regular meeting, announced the ap
pointment of Mr. Beven to succeed
L. A. Downs, president since Sep
tember, 1936, who becomes chair
man of the board.
Mr. Beven is the second Illinois
Central president to rise to that
office from the ranks; Mr. Downs
was the first.
According to United States Cen
sus reports deaths from cancer
and other malignant tumors in the
United States have increased 76
percent since 1900. The population
has also increased approximately
this amount; so there is small
cause for worry.
: Ye Flapdoodle
Last week I flew in an airplane.
You might have seen it flying
over town. It was a small mono
plane. I was so excited while up
in the air that I can hardly re
member all that occured. I know
I went up and that I came down
but othe' than that I know near
ly nothing (as usual).
I guess that since I am determ
ined to tell you about it the best
place to start is the beginning.
Well, I went out where it was
landing and also taking off,
along with mine brother and three
nephuse (podden spelling). When
we came to the spot we had the
idea in mind that we would just
watch the creature. But by and by
we (mine brother and I) decided
to give Jack Potter (a nephew)
a Christmas present composed in
whole of a ride on the plane.
“Heh- heh ,” he said, his
knees shaking like a reducing
machine, “That’s alright. I would
not want to put you guys to that
expense. How about you?”
I won’t go into details, but when
the conference ended I was in the
plane with Jack in my lap. The
pilot warned me to stop shaking
because it r ade the plane rock
so much he was getting sea-sick
on the ground.
He (the aviator) taxied down
the field and as we gained speed
the bumps made it feel like we
were in a model-A Ford on the
road to Wake Forest.
We rose so slow that as we
crossed the road the wheels picked
‘Nearer My God to Thee” on some
telephone wires. We gave every
tree we passed a haircut but the
guy who drove the plane finally
made some altitude and I gave a
sigh of relief and blew the wind
shield out.
1 Suddenly we heard a loud
knocking. ‘That’s funny,” said the
pilot, “I never heard my cylinders
knock that loud.” “Cylinders no
thin’,” sez me, “That’s my knees!”
I wouldn’t swear that we ever
came down, but Jack says we did,
so I’ll have to take his word for it.
In fact, from the time we left the
ground I was so occupied at swal
lowing and reswallowing my heart
I didn’t have time to enjoy the
trip my 50 cents worth.
I’ve always wondered why it
was that on a head for a marriage
the groom’s name was placed be
fore that of the bride. The only
answer I can figure out is that
that is about the only time the
groom comes first in his whole
married life.
*
I’d love to see girl’s basketball
games done away with. Half of
every game is played on the floor
and tho the girls playing may be
ladies off the court they are she
wolves on it. The females* game is
more like wrestling than basket
ball.
Sincerely yours.
The Swashbuckler
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