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Scott's One Great Promise
One of the many good reasons we have for supporting
Kerr Scott for Governor is the fact that he does not engage
in double-talk, making a promise of a job here and a road
there in return for political support.
The one great promise Kerr Scott has made is that
he will be the Governor of all the people, and will let
some fresh air into the dusty, rusty state Capitol offices
in Raleigh.
No one knows better than the people of Little River
Township the absurd promises made by the machine. If
they were all carried out, then the State of North Caro
lina would be bankrupt.
But the people will not be fooled. As Abraham
Lincoln said, “You can fool some of the people all the
time, and all of the people some of the time, but you
cannot fool all the people all the time.*
Most of the people are tired of extravagant promises
and extravagant spending of their tax money to make good
on a few of the most binding of the ring’s commitments.
This fact we know, and we believe that enough of the people
are disgusted with machine politics to come and vote for
their candidate, Kerr Scott, in the primary tomorrow, and
let our State go forward with Scott.
The Machine Strips Its Gears
Visible evidence of the disintegration of the machine
was given last Saturday when Don Elias, who came down
from Asheville “to buy the ejection” and we are quoting
Johnson supporters there threw up his hands in disgust,
put on his hat, and went back to Asheville.
Wednesday night the Johnson headquarters said
that Elias was working for Johnson in western North
Carolina, but a check-up showed that the Asheville man
had actually gone to Nova Scotia on a fishing trip,
after a big fight among the ringleaders themselves.
A similar situation is visible in Charlotte. Mecklen
burg County was carried by Johnson in the first primary,
but now the people are mad because Jim Vogler was sold
out by the machine. Several unbiased and able Charlotte
farmers, newspapermen, and merchants told us Monday
night that Scott will carry Mecklenburg County Saturday.
Another sign of the machine’s despair is the urgent
plea to banks for funds for Johnson’s campaign this
week. Banks with state money on deposit have been
requested to send as much as they can to aid in the
closing hours of the ring’s effort.
A third indication of the ring’s belief that the cam
paign is lost is the vicious mud-slinging the machine is
trying to win with. The ring has good reason to worry,
to despair; for tomorrow, if the vote is large, will be a great
day for the people of North Carolina when they win with
Scott.
The Republican Convention
The Republicans are holding quite a convention up in
Philadelphia this week. Many people, including some of
our staunchest Democrats, believe that Republicans are nam
ing the man who will become the next President of the
United States.
Be that as it may, we face with trepidation the
thought of a Republican president The depression
and the dark days of 1931 and 1932 are too well re
membered.
We feel much the same as a friend who listened to the
Hoover address Tuesday night, and stated that the ex-Presi
dent had made a good speech. Then he declared, “It’s a pity
the big Republicans can’t do as well as they talk.”
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This, That and the Other
By Mrs. Theo. B. Davis
We frequently see evidence of
jealousy in persons, in the lower
animals, and in fowls. But I am
beginning to believe that a garden,
a peach tree and a plum tree are
the most jealous and demanding
of anything around a homestead.
They want unceasing attention,
and failing to get it, sulk and pout
or pine away.
Just try to forget your garden
while busy about other matters,
and what happens? Every vine
runs around complaining, every
bean hardens, the cucumbers get
seedy, the corn refuses to keep its
ears clean, the greens all become
regular toughies.
Peach and plum trees aro even
worse. They declare if they don’t
have spray it’s a rotten shame;
they , are tired of holding on to a
twig any longer and are ready to
drop; that their feelings are hurt
beyond repair, because they had a
real crush on you—and they do,
if you touch them.
Apples are much more sensible
and less tempermental. They un
derstand you can’t be all things to
all the place all the time, and do
their best to wait their turn. For
that reason, if for no other, they
are my favorite fruit. That is, if
I do the growing.
My husband has killed the five
frogs that lived in and around our
pool. And tiny insects are damag
ing the waterlilies dreadfully. We
are wondering if the frogs could
By Carl Bjork
Now it came to pass in those
days that The Farmer who farm
eth along the River Bottom did
sit down with his wife at the morn
ing table, and by and by he speak
eth to her on this wise, I verily
believe that our good province
hath suffered long enough at the
hands of servants too feeble to lay
the corn away, and I also do be
lieve that a youth should be the
next Governor of this Tetrarchy
of North Carolina.
And his good wife saith unto
him, But how can this be done?
Thou knowest not the age of those
rushing toward the Mansion, and
who can tell thee?
Now the River Bottom Farmer
sippeth his coffee and smacketh
his lips, and smiling replied, Does
not the Camera tell the truth? Be
hold, here in the newspaper are
the pictures of the men who as
pire to a dizzy height in the affairs
of the state. I shall scan the faces
of them and together we shall
judge the one youthful enough to
have our vote.
Now his good wife made as if
to open her mouth, but he raiseth
his hand for silence, and she re
One of the chief topics of con.
versation here lately has been, of
course, the weather. We have had
quite a bit of hot weather, and the
rain Tuesday was heavy and gen
eral enough to help crops con
siderably.
Another conversational piece
has been the appearance of tobacco
lice. As yet not many farmers
are doing much about them, but
they are scattered over a consider
have kept down bugs while they
were in the pool. And + oo, we
wonder what to use to prevent
further damage. The goldfish com
plicate the problem, for we are not
sure how sprays would affect
them.
We have learned that two hills
of squash are enough for a small
family. I mentioned this to neigh
bor Whitley, and he said they, too,
had found two hills furnish all the
squash they want. Ours are the
golden summer straightneck, but
others would probably do as well.
And what is the use of garden
ing all over the place, when much
less ground, made very rich, will
answer the purpose? One might
even water a few hills or rows of
vegetables, if necessary for growth
and balance it against time saved
in hoeing. I am more and more in
favor of a little plot, well tilled
rather than a big one partially
neglected.
In preparing for our family re
union last Sunday I was given
three tips by men. Two proved
most helpful.
Claude Dunn at City Market
told me to cook potatoes separate
ly when making brunswick stew
and to mash them smooth. Then,
when the really hard part of the
job comes—that stirring at the last
to prevent the meat and vegeta
bles from sticking and scorching
in the pot stop the cooking and
stir in the mashed potatoes till the
Bjork s Tips
membereth that she was to love,
honor, and obey this Farmer, and
she shutteth up like unto a clam.
And election day came, and the
River Bottom Farmer voteth for
the young looking man in the
newspapers.
Now, not many days later, this
Farmer is seated in the Corner
Store doing a heavy day’s labor on
his farm, and another wearied man
did ask him as to how and for
whom he did vote.
For a young man, was his swift
reply.
Ah, then Bill it was, saith this
Wearied Man, for he is the only
man of tender years in the race.
Indeed not, replied the River
Bottom Farmer, it was for Phil.
He is younger by many years than
Bill, Gill, Paul or Saul.
Now this Weary Farmer did ex
ert himself by leaning forward,
and he saith, What causeth thee to
think that Phil is the youngest in
the whole outfit?
And the Voter-for-Phil answer
ed, His face is the youngest of them
all, and the camera lieth not, Bill
Gill, Paul and Saul are much older
looking than Phil.
Odds and Ends
able area. What effect they will
have on the crop this year remains
to be seen.
The size of the vote tomorrow
will probably determine who the
next governor of North Carolina
will be. Most Johnson and Scott
supporters agree that if the vote
is small, Johnson will be nomin
ated; if it is large, Scott will win.
In the first primary, when the
Friday, June 25,1948
mixture is quite thick. It worked
like a charm. The stew, when
warm, could be eaten with a fork.
Son Barrie gave me the second
tip when he saw me wrestling
with the lid of a half-gallon jar
of tomatoes meant for the stew,
and suggested that I substitute
tomato soup, which would do
away with a good bit of liquid,
since the canned soups require the
addition of water before serving.
Three cans of Campbell’-; saved a
lot more boiling.
The third bit of advice was of
fered by grandson Jack Potter
when on Saturday I asked that all
mail be sent promptly in order for
me to know who of the familj’
were coming ahead of reunion
day. He and Barrie didn’t see why
I needed to know, and when told
it was that sleeping quarters
might be made ready, Jack said:
“You could save yourself v ork not
fixing anything beforehand. Then,
as they come in you could get beds
ready and not have to make any
unnecessary preparation.”
That sounds altogether logical
and efficient. But every house
keeper would know my reaction.
Finally, my friends, if you have
not had a family reunion, have
one. The older members have
precious memories of past associa
tion and the young need to acquire
them, if you would have the sense
of family solidarity that I believe
essential for our homes and our
country.
Now this Weary Farmer laugh
ed, and the Storekeeper laughed,
and others might have laughed too
had they been there for this Farm
er saith in a loud voice to the Riv
er Bottom Man, My friend those
faces belong to the runners but
many years have passed since most
were taken. Phil is the oldest
man running, and he doth sport
the oldest picture too.
And the River Bottom Farmer
laughed a little, and thought a lot
on how man can be fooleth by the
passing of time.
So he returneth to his home.
And as he sat at the supper
table that evening, he saith unto
his good wife, Wife, learn thou
a lesson. One must watch the egg,
then the tiny bird, then the grown
bird, to know its age. I did vote
for Phil because he did publish
a picture made when a youth, but
behold, he is now an old man.
She smiled patiently, as she had
done some seventy times seven
times before, and her inner man
held back the words which she
should have said, I tried to tell
thee but thou didst wave me down.
local township cast one of the larg
est votes in its history t Scott re
ceived 493 ballots, Johnson 238,
and Albright 207. The Johnson
supporters are trying to hold on
to their original number and gain
what they can from Albright,
while the Scott workers are hop
ing to retain the decisive margin
they held on May 29.
Most predictions of the total
State vote run to about 350,000.