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GIVE YOUR OLD BOOKS AWAY
Forty-three schools in rural Wake County will begin
collection of books for shipment to war-devastated Europe
next Tuesday. On Friday, October 31, these books and
magazines will be collected by the ake County committee
in charge of this work, and they will be shipped overseas
by plane and freighter.
It would be easy to write this drive off as just another
campaign, but it is not much harder to cooperate with its
backers. For does not everyone of us have a few books
around home that can no longer interest us, or do us any
good at all? To give these books to the soliciting school
child merely cleans up the home, and it does considerable
good both to the conscience of the donor, and the morale
of the recipient.
You are again asked to do your bit toward European
rehabilitation by bundling up old magazines and discarded
volumes, and sending them to your local school next week.
THE NEED FOR DIVERSIFICATION
We have finally realized the worst of our fears. The
British have completely withdrawn their buyers, and the
bottom has dropped out of the tobacco market.
Fortunately for our local economy the government
stabilization program will cushion the blow, but many
farmers who have not yet been able to get the bulk of their
tobacco crop to market will not pay out.
The need for diversification is brought home to us in
away that hurts. Next year each local farmer will have a
third more acreage in non-cash crops than he had this year.
Used properly, that land will still not make as much money
for the average farmer as it would planted in tobacco; but
it will mean the maintenance of hs present standard of
living all the same.
We must use our county agents and our own ingenuity
as never before. Then anything that Mr. Flutson and Mr.
Cooley are able to do for us and God grant that it be
enough may be considered a windfall.
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LET THEM REST IN PEACE
The first shipment of bodies of war dead from the Pa
cific included no one from this community. The first ship
ment from Europe which arrives in New York next Mon
day will have no one from Zebulon. It is our constant
prayer that not one of the fallen will be returned for the
heartbreak of reburial. Let them lie where they have fallen;
let them rest in peace.
FOLLOWING UP PRESENT GAINS
After several weeks of negotiation the first major pro
ject of the local Chamber of Commerce has gotten under
way. The fall showing of the North Carolina Poland China
Association will be held in Zebulon on Friday, December 12.
There is no reason why this event should not become
an annual affair and bigger and better each year. All
that is necessary is a suitable show place. This year C. V.
Whitley, president of the Chamber of Commerce, has offer
ed the use of his barn; but he cannot be expected to con
tinue this exclusive support permanently.
The solution, of course, is a local stockyard. The town
will soon have enough beef in its trade area to support the
market, because of other efforts of the local chamber of
commerce. must have a stockyard, and we will.
A SERVANT OF THE SCHOOL
The Wakelon Parent-Teacher Association began what
will be another successful year last Monday night. In the
long history of our school the PTA has constantly been a
rod and a staff to the faculty and the general school pro
gram.
The consistent success of the PTA can be attributed to
the capable leadership it has been fortunate enough to re
ceive. This year is no exception, since Mrs. Ola Mitchell is
guiding the group for a second year.
Mrs. Mitchell has given unstintingly of her time, and
has led the parent-teacher group well, especially in finan
cial matters. She has earned the gratitude of the school
board, the faculty, and the school patrons at large.
The Zebulon Record
Ferd Davis Editor
Barrie Davis Publisher
Entered as second class matter June 26, 1925, at the post office
at Zebulon, North Carolina, under the act of March 3, 1879.
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The Zebulon Record
By Mrs. The o. B. Davis
Monday In Cincinnati Waiting
With the engine pulling and
me pushing, we are on schedule,
though both of us pant at times.
We are an oddly assorted lot,
to judge from appearances. There
is the northern looking, western
speaking woman to whom travel
is an old story and who is volubly
concerned about the plump young
with the fat,- placid baby
six months old. This is the moth
er’s first train ride —and she is
going to Tacoma, Washington,
where her sailor husband is sta
tioned. If I were more experi
enced, I might be of more help
to her. Anyway it’s good for
me to have some one along to
Uncoordination in Cooking
I have always believed that the
housewife has an easy job com
pared to the breadwinner. That
is, I always believed it until the
head cook, chief boss, and author
of This, That & The Other left
for the far west to be with her
husband, who is recuperating from
a five-foot drop off a ladder. I
hated to see her lifeave, but since I
had camped numerous times with
the Boy Scouts and had observed
closelj their cooking methods, I
had no fear of preparing my own
meals.
Monday evening I went home,
looked around the kitchen and de
cided that bacon, eggs, toast, and
coffee would make a delicious
supper. There was ice cream left
in the refrigerator for dessert.
I turned on the electric stove
and put on water and frying pan.
Then I dropped four slices of
bacon in the pan and busied my
self looking for bread. The bacon
cooked to a crisp, but I saved it
from the pan before it burned.
As I expected, there was plenty of
We want to find out all the de
tails about the episode down at
the stop-light corner the other
day when a little school girl was
hit by a car and Chief of Police
Willie B. Hopkins caught her be
fore she hit the ground. We un
derstand no serious damage was
done to girl, car, or policeman,
but we do want the details.
One of the commissioners (you
guess which) was telling Tuesday
night about how cool it had been
the previous morning. He and his
By The City Cousin
“Who would ever have thought
that two little bushels of com
could make such a big difference,”
I says to “Dean” Schaub, genial
Director of the State College Ex
tension Service this week.
He’d been telling me that an av
erage com yield of two bushels
per acre which has been fore
cast for this year’s crop over last
year’s would mean nearly elev
en million hard dollars in the
pockets of Tar Heel farmers, if it
was sold at present price levels.
“Yes, Cousin,” the hsad of one
of the South’s most progressive
Extension organizations said, “the
This, That and the Other
Seen and Heard
At Home on the Farm
worry over.
There’s the elderly couple who
seem to have been around consid
erably. He is unusually atten
tive to her, and I don’t see why
he doesn’t tell her that her pink
slip shows more than four inches
at the back. Maybe he has tried
that, though. They do crossword
puzzles a good bit of the time,
then he reads and she dozes.
There is the tall, thin, fairly
young major, who ate steadily
from the time I went into the
diner till my order was filled
and I had eaten. As I came out
he was sucking chicken bones
with an air of deep concentration.
In contrast is the short young
private whose wide eyes grew
wider as he studied the menu with
grease in the pan for eggs. So I
broke the eggs, dropped them and
about half a shell into the pan, and
finally found the bread.
The bacon smelled* so good that
I ate it while the eggs were cook
ing. No harm in that, I thought,
because toast and eggs by them
selves are good.
But the eggs were done first.
With a sigh of resignation, I push
ed them out of the pan into the
plate and sat down to eat. And
the eggs went down the hatch be
fore the toast was ready.
Fact is, the toast took a lot
longer to brown than I figured,
because I had forgotten to turn
the heat up! To kill time while it
browned. I got the ice cream out
of the refrigerator and ate it all.
To tell you the truth, the meal
was rapidly becoming uncoordi
nated.
Just as I snatched the toast out
of the oven in time to keep it from
being burned to cinders, I re
membered that I had never put
water in the coffee pot. Coffee
wife had gone to bed with too lit
tle cover, and he woke in the
wee small hours of the morn
shivering like a leaf in the breeze.
He waited and waited for his wife
to get out of bed and find more
cover, but she didn’t. Finally, ov
ercome with impatience, he rolled
over and found his wife so
cold she couldn’t move! We nev
er did find out who finally got
the cover.
*
One continual debate going on
now is which is better 6-man
extra four million bushels of com,
which is expected to be produced
this year, could hardly come at a
better time.” He was referring to
the worst Middle Western com
shortage since 1936.
He went on to explain that last
year’s average of twenty-seven
bushels per acre brought total
production to near the 60-million
bushel mark. This year, on ap
proximately the same acreage,
more than sixty-three million
bushels would be raised.
“But North Carolina is still a
feed-importing state, Cousin,” the
Director says. “And we’re still
urging our farmers to supplement
their feed by producing more for-
Friday, October 24,1947
prices attached. I know how he
felt.
In the drawing room, just next
to my section, is a young Negro
woman who was brought in on a
stretcher and laid on the bed. At
intervals I hear low voices, then
one grows higher and the other
says soothingly, “Now, now, you
just keep quiet.”
There is the tall, dark haired
young woman who is so beauti
ful one can’t help staring at her.
Also two or three of the quietest
men who ever left home.
And there’s I, probably the
oddest passenger aboard, still flut
tery inside, but quite composed
externally—l hope—and leaving
the train now to breakfast out
side.
grounds may be good to chew, but
they are awfully hard to drink!
So my fourth course of the meal
consisted of dry toast.
When finally I poured myself a
cup of coffee, thick like molasses,
I took time to meditate on just
how easy a life the housekeeper
lives. Nothing to do but clean up
the house, buy the groceries,
watch the budget, settle arguments
between whatever children there
are in the house, and be sure that
the meal is steaming hot whenev
the men of the house chance to
come in to eat. Could anything be
easier?
I won’t tell you what I finally
decided about that, but one thing
I’d like to know. How in the heck
do you get everything to finish
cooking at the same time? I got
plenty to eat last Monday night,
But it sure was a complicated
process.
Well, once is too doggoned much.
From now on I’m doing all my eat
ing with my brother and his wife.
—Barrie S. Davis
or 11-man football. In the 6-man
variety, as played by Wakelon
School, any player is eligible to
receive a pass, and the whole
game is fast, like basketball. But,
say others, the 11-man version of
the gridiron sport is more fun to
watch. There’s a game this after
noon at Wakelon, so here’s your
opportunity to decide for your
self.
You should’ve seen Ed Ellington,
Fred Chamblee, and Robert Hor
ton chase that loose calf yesterday!
age crops, and hay, and encourag
ing them to plant more temporary
grazing crops. Unless farmers get
rid of the laggards in their herds
and flocks, and make the best use
of available land for producing
more feed for their livestock, they
may be faced with a serious feed
shortage this winter. Your Zebu
lon farmers are no exception.”
The “Dean”, a man who likes to
have facts on a problem before
he talks or acts, was giving it to
me straight. Through his influ
ence, Tar Heel farmers will some
how manage to meet this crisis.
They have faith in Director
Sf haub’s planning, and in the men
who carry out these plans.