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Volume XVII
This, That, &
The Other
By MRS. THEO B. DAVIS
One of life’s oddities is how a
boy in his teens oan go unabashed
most of the summer garbed in
little besides shorts or swimming
trunks; and then, come Christ
mas, be outraged when a pageant
director asks him to roll up his
trousers so they will not be seen
below the hem of a Wise Man’s
robe or a shepherd’s coarse tunic.
You’d thing someone had suggest
ed he rob a bank or otherwise
bring down his parents’ gray
heads in sorrow to the grave.
It is late to offer this as a sug
gestion for Christmas, but you
may bake cocoanut cake some
other time. Befor-e you try to
break the cocoanut open one of
its eyes and drain the milk out.
Then put the nut into the oven
to heat through. You will find the
meat may be removed whole and
you will not have to gouge it out
in pieces at the risk of slicing off
hunks of your hand or wrist. Mrs.
Sam Horton told me this.
And Mrs. Cleve Chamblee had
another idea. She wants to waste
as little as possible and says when
she goes to transplanting shrubs
or perennials she always tries to
have something smaller ready to
put in the hole left by taking up
the plant. Bulbs, for instance.
With a nice soft hole, provide I
it’s easy to find something to set
out.
With all due credit to every
other member of the family and
to those who assisted in greeting
and serving callers at the Pitt
man Stell home last Sunday af
ternoon, my opinion is that Mrs.
Stell was the prettiest thing in
the house. With that long dress
of deep blue velvet, a corsage of
yellow rosebuds, her white hair,
as always, beautifully arranged
and her eyes shining, she was a
picture of a gracious lady. And
Mr. Stell was, no doubt, prouder
Sunday than on the day 'they mar
ried fifty years ago.
But why shouldn’t couples en
joy their golden wedding more
than their first? By the time fifty
years' have passed there are usual
ly children and grandchildren to
take much of the burden of cele
brating, leaving the couple nearer
free to enjoy the occasion. And
last Sunday morning Mr. and
Mrs. Stell went to Sunday scohol
and church just as if nothing ex
traordinary were on hand. They
knew’ their daughters and daugh
ter-in-law were both capable and
willing to see that all things were
ready.
Sometimes I w’onder if Christ
mas programs are really worth
the work they cost. For nobody
can stage anything without much
planning and at least a little re
hearsing; then at the last it is
all over in a few minutes.
But when I saw’ the very small
children hurrying to their places
Sunday night that they might be
ready to sing in the primary chor
us I knew that they would never
have felt the same concern if no
History of Town
of Zebulon
The original settlers of our
town and nearby community,
most of whom have died, were
Mrs. Martha Horton, William H.
Chamblee, Wiley Broughton,
Spencer Wheeless, Charlie Whit
ley, J. A. Kemp, M. C. Chamblee,
W. R. Brantley, C. S. Brantley,
Bennett B. Brantley. C. D. Bunn,
E. H. Kemp, Ruffin Carroll, S. C.
Chamblee, Mrs. Francis Whitley,
•J. M. Whitley, R J. Whitley, Geo.
Temple, Billy Liles, Black Hor
ton, Jack Pearce, Mrs. Lena Liles,
Frank Pearce, J. M. Price, Dr. G.
M. Bell, S. L. Horton, E. W.
Green, Opsom Gupton, O. L.
Strickland, Garrv Wall, Frank
Brantley, I). G. Massey, Mrs.
Annie Chamblee. K. I). Chamblee,
Jim G. Pearce, Tom Chamblee,
Alex Pulley, and W. L. Wiggs.
They were all well known
to the first comers of Zebulon,
and will be remembered by them,
and the generations, as wrnll wor
thy of their calling, as among tiie
worthy citizens of on community.
They leave their descendants* to
fill their places and grieve their
loss. ,
Zebulon was first surveyed and
laid off in a pine forest having
only one road nearby, which was
the Wakefield and Earpsboro
load going by the west edge of
town, but soon the street was
opened leading by Wakelon school
to Wakefield, then the road going
by the cemetery to the Raleigh
and Tai’boro road. Then the road
leading by J. T. Bunns to the
Tohnston County line, and then
the road leading to the ice plant.
Afterwards highways were estab
lished, and today we have the
most unique system of any small
town in the State, 91 leading from
Wake Forest to Wilson, 64 leading
from Raleigh to Rocky Mount, 95
leading from Zebulon to Rocky
Mount, 23 leading from Smith
field to Ixniisburg besides the
county roads extending in all di
rections which make Zebulon a
center for trade, and available by
the nearest route.
Post Office Established
The postoffice was soon estab
lished at Zebulon, about 1907, be
ing located in A. G. Kemp’s store,
M. S .Chamblee being postmaster
and A. G. Kemp assistant, and
remained there for 5 or 6 years,
until larger quarter? were needed
and the first post office building
w’as built on the lot now occupied
by Page Supply Co. Afterwards
the Duke Building was built and
a modern, up to date post office
was put in the comer building.
A few’ years after the post of
fice wa<f established two RFD
‘routes were moved from Wake
field to start at Zebulon, and later
RFD No. 3 was moved to Zebulon.
Then the post office at Wakefield
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part in the program had been
theirs, nor would we older ones
have had the same interest in
them. And whatever helps them
to learn and to remember the
Christmas story is worth working
for—even harder than we work.
May the deep joy of God’s un
speakable gift abide with us all
always.
ZEBULON, N. C., DECEMBER 27, 1940
Here’s What’s
Bought for
Christmas
According to a survey of con
sumers in many cities for this
and last "year, there was deter
mined a list of commodities that
men and women preferred for
Christmas. Here are the preferred
items almost in order of prefer
ence:
Wearing apparel
Jewelry
Automobiles and accessories
Household goods
Radios and musical instruments
Sporting goods
Cameras and accessories
Travel
Leather goods
Riding material
Liquor
Books and magazines
Does your business fall into any
of these categories? If so, don’t
overlook a golden opportunity to
take advantage of every possible
chance to get your sales message
across.
“It pays to advertise.”
Surprise Party
Members of the Senior Fidelis
Class of the Baptist Sunday
school surprised their teacher,
Mrs. Theo. Davis, with a party
on Friday night. They announced
their arrival by singing a Christ
mas carol at the window. Not
only were refreshments and ah
needed for serving brought bv the
class; but in addition they
brought gifts to the'teacher, who
deeply appreciated such evidence
of class spirit and personal
friendship.
JAMES GOES TO CALIFORNIA
Harmon James, for some years
manager of Wakelon Theater,
leaves Zebulon this week for Los
Aj:geles, California. His going is
regretted by this community. Able
and alert in business, a member
of the local Junior Chamber of
Commerce, he will be greatly
missed.
A CHRISTMAS WISH
We who hold Christmas dear unto
our hearts
Must share its sweetness and its
mystery.
For, if unshared, all happiness
departs—
May every blessing bide with
thine and thee.
was discarded and now Wakefield
is served from Zebulon, which is
a third class post office. M. J.
Sexton is postmaster and there
are two assistants, Miss Ruby
Dawson and Miss Marie Watson,
who are very efficient, accommo
dating and well liked.
Finch Richardson Co., one of
the first supply merchants of
Zebulon, dissolved partnership,
Richardson, Hales, and Whitley
organizing the Zebulon Supply
Co., now’ owned by C. V. Whitley.
M. C. Chamblee and Sons
moved from Wakefield to Zebu
lon, also J. A. Kemp and Sons,
where they did business fifty
years ago, and now their descend
ants are doing a thriving business
in the town of Zebulon.
Golden Wedding
Celebrated
Os widespread interest was the
reception last Sunday afternoon
Celebrating the fiftieth anniver
sary of the wedding of Mr. and
Mrs. Pittman Stell. Approximate
ly three hundred friends called to
express good wishes with congrat
ulations.
The Stell home was elaborately
and artistically decorated, the
wedding motif being combined
with that of Christmas. In the
front hall where guests were
greeted by Dr. and Mrs. C. E.
Flowers, Anne Merriman, grand
niece of Mr. Stell, and Collins
Pippin, grand-nephew of Mrs
Stell, played an old-fashioned mu
sic box under a Christmas tree.
The Reverend George Griffin and
Mrs. Griffin presented bouton
nieres of tiny bells to men and
. miniature Christmas corsages to
Wi. on.
j In the receiving line with the
host and hostess were their sons
and daughters, Mr. and Mrs.
Jethro Stell of Zebulon; Mrs. Rex
Duckett of St. Petersburg, Fla.;
Mr. and Mrs. M. E. Shamburger
of Richmond, Va.; Mr. and Mrs.
B. H. Johnson of Gaston; Miss
'Ruby Stell, Zebulon. In another
line were the grandchildren: Miss
Estelle Duckett, Miss Betsy
Shamburger, Van Shamburger
and Miss Louise Johnson.
Mr. and Mrs. C. V. Whitley di
rected callers to the gift room
where Mrs. J. D. Horton greeted
them and where Mrs. F. D. Finch
asked all to register, names being
written with gold ink.
Mr. and Mrs. W. W. Merriman
of Wake Forest showed the way
to the dining room.
At a perfectly appointed table
centered with a three-tiered wed
ding cak< Mesdames Patti< Har
ris and J. K. Barrow, Sr., poured
punch while sandwiches, cakes,
confections, mints and nuts were
served by Mesdames I'red Page,
Helen Gregory, Robert Dawson,
W. D. Spencer, Misses Mary Bar
row, Mary Gray Pippin and Alma
Doris Jones.
General News
The War
The Greeks claim continAd ad
vances against the Italians
bania. They are
lona, an Italian port, and are
within 30 miles of it.
The English continue their
drives in Egypt and Libya. The
Italian marshal is. trying to ex
plain to Mussolini reverses in
Africa. The R. A. F. has raided
Axis bases from Norway to the
Adriatic. The Germans continue
to bomb Liverpool.
It is believed that the‘Axis re
verses in Greece and Africa will
spur Germany on to a supreme
effort to invade England before
American help to any considerable
extent can arrive. With England’s
navy forces unimpaired to any
great extent and her air forces
growing stronger, it is believed
that the possibility of a success
ful invasion by Hitler’s forces be
comes more difficult each day.
The Kind Lady
It was Christmas Five in a big
city when a little boy probably
twelve or thirteen was walking
toward the slums of the city. He
had no cap on • his head, he had
no gloves on his hands, and his
shoes were worn out and much
too big. His pants were tattered
and torn and patched with many
colors. He had no coat, only a
thin sweater and that was worn
out at the elbows. But he was so
used to the cold that he never
noticed that the wind was blowing
the snow into his face. There
w’ere tears in his big brown eyes
and a sad expression on his face.
Was it not Christmas Eve and
had he not been out all afternoon
looking for a job without success?
Putting his hands into his pock
ets he thought, “What. will Jim
and Jo think tomorrow if Santa
Claus doesn’t come to see them
tonight?” And little Jane; he
could see the tears in her eyes.
She had been father’s greatest
joy, with her long golden curls
lying on her shoulders and her
big blue eyes always twinkling
with laughter. She had been dif
ferent from the beginning and he
knew that ' she would be great
some day. Santa Claus had always
been before, but that when daddy
was living. Now’ mother was sick
and so w r as little Jane. The only
joy in his home. The • only one
who could make them forget their
sorrow. She had been like a ray
of sunshine, with her laughter
and smiles. Now she w r as sick,
and what could he do ?
As he neared a smaß dilapidat
ed house, he stopped and looked
up as if to breatlu a prayer. Then
he walked into the house. He was
met by a little girl and boy. The
girl was about four years old and
the boy about six. Little Jo threw
her arms around his waist and as
he lifted her into his arms he saw
that there were tears streaming
down her face. When he asked
her what was wrong she said,
“Mama said Jane was dead, hut
she’s not, is she Johnny? Mama
said she was asleep and that she
had gone to live with Jesus. She
said she would w’ear roses in her
hair and sing with other children
and walk in streets of gold. Mama
said she would be happy all the
time and that if w’e’d be good
we’d see her some day. But she’s
not dead, is she Johnny?”
Johnny could hardly realize that
little Jane was dead. “She could’nt
be! It was like a bird flowm in one
window and out the other, like the
sunshine rising in the morning,
then going down at night. So was
little Jane passed awav from
him.”
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