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Saturday Was a Great Day
Saturday was a great day for North Carolina. For
the first time in history a man who ran second high in the
first primary was nominated with a landslide victory. For
the first time since 1900 a Governor was named against
the opposition of professional politicians. The people
spoke.
We believe that the nomination of Kerr Scott is
the greatest forward step taken by Ihe people of North
Carolina since the Civil War. The Alamance farmer and
businessman has the greatest opportunity for service
any Governor has ever had and Kerr Scott has the
brains and intestinal fortitude to carry his go-forward
program to completion.
The victory of the Peoples Candidate for Governor
was not the result of support by any particular group or
faction. Certainly he received the bulk of the farm vote,
but his smashing success resulted from the support of mer
chants, school teachers, railroad and textile workers, tobac
conists in short, the people.
No one will deny that a great many honest and re
spectable people voted for Charles M. Johnson. He
need not be ashamed of the 180,000 ballots he received
last Saturday. He made a gracious statement when he
conceded defeat, saying that he would work as hard for
Kerr Scott’s election as he worked for his own
nomination.
But the fact remains that the greatest single issue of
the campaign whether or not a little group of willful
men would continue to name our chief state executive
w r as decided by the people. By their decision Scott has been
given the opportunity for a new greatness, and we know
that he will keep the faith.
We Should All Be Proud
Two years ago Wake County held a primary election
in which only slightly more than 5,000 votes were cast. In
May of this year the county cast something over 19,000
ballots, with the third man in the gubernatorial race re
ceiving more votes than all candidates for sheriff in 1946.
Little River Township did even better, giving the
candidates a heavy vote in the first primary and increas
ing that vote by five per cent last Saturday. Exactly
one thousand people came out to exercise their privilege
and duty as members of the electorate.
While the Scott supporters are proud that their candi
date received nearly three-fourths of the ballots in this
township, partisans of both Mr. Scott and Mr. Johnson
should be proud of the tremendous interest shown by local
citizens in the cause of good government through expres
sion of the will of all the people.
Don't Sell the Democrats Short
The Republicans have nominated a strong ticket for
president and vice-president in Governor Dewey of New
York and Governor Warren of California. Both governors
have good records, although neither is as colorful as Stassen
or Vandenberg. They come from the so-called “key states,”
as does their national chairman, and expect (they say) to
carry a few of the traditionally Democratic southern states.
If we were in a position to advise the Republicans,
however, our advice would be not to sell the Democrats
short. Certainly Truman is unpopular now, but there
is a lot of time remaining between the Democratic
National Convention and the November elections.
The Solid South will remain Democratic, even if Tru
man is renominated, if for no other reason than the type
of leadership furnished the nation by the Republican party
in the persons of Harding, Coolidge, and Hoover. With
the support of organized labor in the east and industrial
midwest, the Democratic party may well pile up enough
electoral votes to win this fall.
The Zebulon Record
Ferd Davis Editor
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at Zebulon, North Carolina, under the act of March 3, 1879.
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The Zebulon Record
This, That and the Other
By Mrs. Theo. B. Davis
Mrs. Ervin Dizor of Raleigh says
one may keep down cobwebs by
killing the spiders this way:
Place the furniture so the under
side may be reached and spray
well with a DDT solution strong
enough to last for some time. You
may need help in overturning your
heavier pieces of furniture, unless
you have the kind of children or
grandchildren that can turn the
whole house upside down.
Two of my young nieces from
near Lynchburg, Virginia, came
last Saturday to visit us. I feel
sure the one who never stayed
with us before thinks we go
through a whole summer like the
record-breaking days we have en
dured since she came. For always
first impressions concerning
weather in a new place stay with
us, and we often feel the local cit
izenry are merely trying to defend
the climate when we are toM how
delightful it is sometimes.
Sometimes I wonder whether,
at the Judgment Day, when all
nations shall be gathered together,
we shall be called upon to give ac
count of the books and containers
for fruit, flowers and vegetables
we failed to return to their earthly
owners. Being a sinner of this
kind myself, and also one who has
been sinned against, I know all the
arguments on both sides. So well
do I know them that I hold no
grudge against any who have for
gotten to return my belongings—
except whoever got the favorite of
By Carl Bjork
No mention in the Writ of God
is made of the brethren of Joseph,
high man of Egypt, being regis
tered Democrats, but the exalted
exile from the Nile regions gave
the bewildered and astonished
Canaanites a few words of weigh,
ty wisdom before they took off
in their laden wagons for home.
He said this, among other things,
“See that ye fall not out by *he
way.”
He said, “Stick together, no
quarreling, get their safely.” That
is what he meant that day.
Plastic politicians can easily be
bent in the direction of those who
vanquish their man, or their hopes.
Now the labelled “machine man”
of Scott is ready to back Scott in
the election. Thus Johnson has
become “one of the people” in
Scott’s sight, and no doubt he will
ever be.
But little people may not give
up their stand so readily, and
there may be some who will go
down toward the twilight with
By Barrie S Davis
The long skirts which efficiently
destroy the illusion of beauty that
99 per cent of the ladies would
enjoy having are bad enough, but
this week I heard a report that
oldtime hobble skirts will be the
fad when fall rolls around. It
is bad enough when the ladies
sacrifice their looks and hubby’s
bank account to keep up with
Dame Fashion, but when they
make everyday shopping a dang
erous adventure, styles have gone
too far.
Mrs. Etha Critz, who brightens
the interior of Flowers five and
all I had, the fine-splint basket
which M. E. Shamburburger gave
me in Richmond. And I only hope
others do not resent too much my
carelessness.
It is much better to save up
cardboard boxes for sending out
fruit or vegetables, for much of
the pleasure in receiving a gift of
that kind is lost when you think
of having to remember to return
what they came in. You’d be sur
prised to see how pretty a shoebox
lid can be when lined with grape
leaves and filled with peaches or
plums. And nothing to be sent
back.
Forty years ago this month,
when my husband became pastor
of the Baptist Church at Morehead
City, among the faithful members
were Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Wade.
Although young, they had a fairly
large family, and there were fairly
regular additions to the number.
Carita, Rupert, Winfield, Maidie,
Jacob, junior, Eudora, Duella —I
am not sure of the names of the
ones younger than these.
Mr Wade ran a boat between
New Bern and Morehead, and his
earnings as spent by him and
ris wife, provided a comfortable
if plain living for his family. It
is, perhaps, a partial description
of him to say that I never heard
anyone shorten his name; he was
never Jake; always Jacob.
Every Sunday, unless provi
dentially kept away, the whole
family came to Sunday school and
church services. The children sat
between their tall parents, who
Bjork s Tips
the bitter utterance, “I’m agin
Scott, and I’ll be thet-a-way ’til
I die.” Had Johnson vaulted into
the swivel chair in the mansion,
many would have said the same
about him, and branded him a
misfit and a nuisance in public
servitude.
For instance, over in Chatham
county, two men of advanced years
who had been friends for all of
their lives, met on a main street
of their home town and began to
describe the virtues of Johnson
and Scott. Words failed, and they
began to flog each other. Finally
separated, they screamed invec
tives upon each other until remov
ed from each other’s sight. Here
now the best of friends have be
come close enemies.
Such antics prompts me to be
devil the linotype operator with
a bit of poetry, and to advise all
Scottites, Johnsonites, or Anyites,
to repeat upon the conclusion,
these immortal words, “Lay that
pistol down, babe, lay that pistol
down.”
Odds and Ends
dime store told of a la iy who pur
chased herself a hobble skirt many,
many years ago when such were
demanded by those who would be
up-to-date. She wore it to Ra
leigh one day, and when she step,
ped off the curb into the street on
the main thoroughfare, she trip
ped on her skirt and fed flat on
her face. Just as soon as she got
home, all battered and bruised,
she took off that hobble skirt and
packed it in a trunk ( and swore
she’d never wear one again. Twen
ty-five years later she rummaged
through the trunk, found the skirt,
and burned it to ashes.
Friday, July 2, 1948
kept a careful eye upon behavior,
though both ears open for the mes
sage from the pulpit. They never
failed to give to every cause pre
sented, and many wondered at
their liberality. Besides cash of
ferings, every bazaar the Ladies’
Aid put on offered a beautiful
piece of drawn work done by Mrs.
Wade.
Their religion was a part of
everyday living. I shall never for
get what Mrs. Wade replied when
a friend asked her if she were
not afraid she would die from get
ting up when the newest baby was
only a few days old to nurse the
“knee baby” through a dangerous
illness.
“No,” she said, “I was not
afraid at all. The Lord knew I
had to do it. If I had got up just
because I wanted to show off, or
to do something not needed, I
couldn’t have asked Him to help
me. But I just told him, ‘Lord,
you know I’m bound to do this
and I believe you’ll take care of
us.’ He did.”
Os course the children are all
grown now. Ten are living, a
credit to their upbringing. And
a friend wrote me that on June 20
the Wades celebrated their golden
wedding anniversary. There was
a thirty-pound cake and golden
gifts from the children. The home,
at least twice as large as when I
first knew it, must have over
flowed with friends and relatives.
And I wish I might have joined
them, for “Jacob and Love” have
strengthened my faith through the
years we have known each other.
’Twas the week after election,
And all through the town
Not a cuss word was spoken,
Not even a frown.
For Charlie and Scotty
Had settled to rest, •
And the people decided
Which man was the best.
They had bowed to each other,
Had curtsied and shook
And the boomin’ fiasco
Was closed like a book.
But down at the corners
The air was quite blue,
For deacon and parson
Forever were through.
The reverend had muffed it;
He made the mistake
Os explaining to many
The course he would take.
And the deacon was stubborn,
Not unlike the mule;
He lit on his preacher
And called him a fool.
For a few years at least
The church is to swing
While Charlie and Scotty
Forget the whole thing.
Once I read in a safety maunal
that the average woman is os good
a driver as the avenge man. Her
trouble is that she bundles herself
up in so many fancy clothes that
she has trouble seeing all she
should see when she drives in city
traffic.
But the ladies are not alone in
hewing the line as regards the de
crees of fashion. Men have cuss
ed neckties for ages, and they still
wrap them around their throats
even on the hottest summer day,
making themselves stew in their
own sweat. And, because neigh
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