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Friday, October 16, 1942. THE PILOT, Southern Pines, North Carolina Page Three Ml{. mj<;n DAVE MacWlllUU Reseiils Official Rxliortalioii Last week when we stopped in at Smith’s Cash Store in Vass to see whether we could sell Mr. Smith some advertising, some job orders, another subscription or maybe even the whole blamed paper, lock, stock, debts and barrel, who should we see sitting out in front but Mr. Hugh Dave MacWhirr in his winter over coat, a 1917 army model in fairly good repair except that a horse blan ket pin hung on the front ready to do duty for buttons w'hen the coat was closed up which it never is. Mr. MacWhirr had bought five cents worth of fig newtons from Mr. Smith and considered evidently that this transaction entitled him to carry Mr. Smith’s desk chair outdoors into a sunny spot along the wall. We look ed in through the window. Mi-. Smith was at his desk getting out his bills seated on a case of bacon. “How do you come on. Son’.'’’ Mr. MacWhirr said as we got out of the car. “Have a biscuit?" As we did not reach for it fast enough and it was the last one ho ate it himself and blew the crumbs out of his whiskers. “Well, Mr. Mac,” we said, “what’s new with you?” “Son,” with a sweeping gesture Mr. MacWhirr threw the empty box into the middle of the road, “as the fel low says, what’s new is old. Did you know old man Purefoy Lashley,” Mr. MacWhirr said, “back in the old days?” “Back in the old days,” we said, “we didn’^t know anybody. Back in the old days we were an angel,” we said. “And will be again,” we added firmly. “How was it?” Mr. Hugh Dave in quired. “Being an angel?” we said. “No complaints. It w'as fine life while it lasted.” "Pity you wasn’t able to hold the job,” Mr MacWhirr said. “Now this Purofoy was a deputy. That was nothing. In those days everybody was a deputy because they were lum bering in this country and the saw mill gangs were bad to fight each other on Saturday nights. Well, there had been a fuss one Saturday between Page’s hands and another gang in Manly which was then a flourishing city of twenty liquor stores and a Presbyterian Church, and me and two other deputies had gone down and quelled it. Shot two men, but not so bad, though one did die later. Jailed three men and every body else that was sober enough to W'alk had gone homo. We had just got back this far in a hired rig.” Mr. MacWhirr pointed along the street in the direction of U. S. 1, "and had pulled up alongside tjie road to talk to a young lady.” Mr. MacWhirr nodded in the direction of the store. IjAI ★ Apple * * Brandy POT DISnUED BLENDED BY M 4 1* lb 1 PMOOf NATURE lli A mm appik ■ BRANDY ■ Vi J H| America's Ijll Oldest H Family 1 H Brandy H Distilleis LAIRD <f CO. Sccurnut, N.J. I "In fact, it was the mother of little Bessie Cameron that’s married to thi gentleman that runs this store.” i “Yes, we know her,” we said. "She works for TheU^ilot.” I "Well, but in those days the fam ily held up its head,” Mr. MacWhirr said. “They didn't work for nobody." i "Why, ivir. MacWhirr,” we said, “many folks think that The Pilot is a mighty good little paprr and that Miss Bessie is an ornament to it.” "Times change,” Mr. MacWhirr said. “But I don't. All I know is that in the old days a woman who wrote anything but poetry was considered unnatural.” He slapped his foot on the ground. “Yes, Sir, in my day and time a woman was supposed to write poetry and write it for noth ing.” I “Not write prose for money, is that it?” we said. “I have no word to say against lit tle Bessie Cameron Smith,” Mr. Hugh Dave said, suspiciously. “A cute lit tle girl, as clever as a mink and most as pretty as her ma who was who we j were talking to that evening on the i road, us deputies. We was all bach elors then and she was young and , shy, and we was giving her a time. I’ll tell you.” Mr. Hugh Dave paus- ' ed and worked his whiskers remini scently. “Yes, Sir, it’s wonderful how bold young men get around a young lady when they outnumber her.” He sat there thinking about it so long that at last we said, “Well, what about old man Purefoy, Mr. Hugh Dave?’’ “Why,” he said, “just like I was about to say. Suddenly here he come in a top buggy on the run, headsd south. When he got to us he pulled up in a cloud of dust. There was a good moon and he could see who we was. “Ain’t you all depu ties?” he hollers. “Well, w^hat kind of deputies? Do you call yourselves deputies?” “Purefoy,” I says, “take a spit and | a swallow and tell us about it.” i “Why,” he says, “ain't you heard about it? All hell’s broke loose in | Manly. The Page gang is barricaded | in the railroad commissary and a hundred men is trying to shoot them down.” Purefoy pointed his buggy whip at us. “And all you deputies can do is to set up to a young girl that ought to be in bod two hours ' ago.” He shakes the buggy whip at us and that starts up his horse and away he goes down the road to Manly hollering, “Come on, boys, follow me!” Mr. MacWhirr looked down the road to Manly reminiscently. “Come on, boys, follow me,” ho murmured to himself. “If old man Purefoy was alive today he would be the very fellow to get a big-paid job.” Patiently Mr. MacWhirr waited for us to ask the question. “W’hat kind of job, Mr. Mac- Whirr?” we said. “Why, as government spokesman.” Mr. MacWhirr said. "Every week they come dashing out of Washing ton. government spokesmen do, hol lering, ‘Come on, boys, follow me! Get busy! There’s a war on, we’re agoing to lose it! Wake up!'” “What we need,” we said, “is to turn the radio around and let the talk run the other way for a while.” Mr. Hugh Dave looked at us with out any sign of satisfaction. “Why, of course, that's what we need,” ho said. “Then we could holler back to them government spokesmen ‘Put up your buggy whip, Purefoy, stop talking, we’re on the job. It’s you that’s been so slow to hear the news.” "The people are all right,” we said. “Well, if they ain’t,” Mr. MacWlurr said, “we’ve got nothing to go on. Cars Stolen While Owners See Pic ture James Wilson Held For Theft of Autos, One Belonging to Haywood Fry j James Wil.son, 18-year-oKt nian of the Thagards section, is in Moore County jail awaiting trial on charges * of stealing two automobiles from al most within the shadow of the coui t house in Carthage last week. Both . were stolen while the owners were attending the picture show’. Haywood Fry, county surveyitr, W'as the owner of one. a 1937 P’ord coach, and James Pierce of Jones- 1 boro, of the other, a 1938 Ford cabrio- Ict. WiLson was arrested in Hamlet Saturday night by the police on a ' charge of driving while under the influence of intoxicants. Officers checked on the car and found that it was the one stolen in Carthage. State Highway Patrolman W. B. Kelly and Police Chief W. B. Fin- nison of Carthage wont to Hamlet Monday to bring back the prisoner, and he is said to have admitted steal ing both cars and to have told where he had abandoned Mr. Frye’s car. The officers went to the scene, in the woods one mile off the airport- Lakeview' road, and found the car. Both automobiles were returned in running condition, but fenders of the Pierce car had been slightly damag ed. mmm Tomato Soup 2 c?ns ^Ic Soup 2 1 Ic Chicken Noodie 2 Cans 13c Pender’s Best, Plain or n Self Rising, 12-!b Bag ENRICHED FLOUR ATTEND WELFARE MEET Miss Pauline Covington, Moore County welfare superintendent, spent from Monday until Thursday of this week in Raleigh attending a welfare institute at the Carolina Ho tel. Miss Olive Hennessee of Pine- hurst. case aide, wont for the day Thursday. nothing to fight for and I quit right now.” He smih'd and his eyes under his shaggy eyebrows turned mighty bright and blue. “Yes, we’re all right, I reckon. I guess we'll just have to hope that the government will catch up to us.” He frowned slightly. “But they ought to stop hol lering, ‘Follow me!’ ” String Beans Fa" 2 can^^ 23c Peaches, Del Monte, can 27c Snowdrifl, 2-lb. can 49c Hi-Ho Crackers ITpti 21c Kellogg’s Vegetole 2 12c 19c Corn Flakes Shortening I'lb Carton if l*ro<liice Sp< Honey Dews, 2 for 25c Florida Grapefruit, 3 for 23c Fancy Lettuce, 2 Large Heads 25c Large White Head Cauliflower, hd. 25c Tomatoes paTk 2 21c Blackeye PEAS 2 18c Wesson Oil Quart Can SSc Dog Food, Hi-life, Kibbled 2 pg 9c Wheatles Medai 2 25c Honey Sioux Bee 5>lb Jug 98c Pillsbury's 70c Cutrite Waxed Paper 17c 23c Paper Towels 9c Liquid, Self Polishing Aero wax Red Cross Ultra Soft Hudson Tissue 3^^^ 17c White Laundry P and G Soap 4 Cakes 19c Mayonnaise or Relish, Pt. 31c m U. s. WAR STAMPS AND BONDS : A iVl •* WE HAVE KEPT FAITH! I CHISWELL'S COFFEE SHOP Breakfast — Luncheon — Dinner Quality Baked Goods a 8. East Broad Street Southern Pines, N. C. Pliiiiihiiig and Heating Services L. V. (VCallaghan Telephone 5341 Southern Pines Our boys are fighting on the battle fronts of the world. Wherever our Arrny, Navy or Marine Corps go into action, Southerners are in the middle of the fight. Here at home Southerners are carrying on in defense work of every description with the same enthusiasm our boys are showing on the fighting fronts. Every defense plant in the South has had to overcome tremendous prob lems in bringing their production to the record peak necessary to supply the ever-increasing demands of war. Here in the Atlantic Company we too are meeting the problems brought on by the war in the traditional South ern spirit. Shortages of metal for bottle capSf restrictions on deliveries to conserve rubber and gasoline, shortage of man power due to enlistments of personnel in the Armed forces—and faced with unprecedented demand, we have in creased our production to the limit of our capacity without sacrificing quality one iota, in order to take care of the business that has formerly gone to competitors who have abandoned this market and are now devoting all their efforts to serving their own home com munities. Realizing that the demands of the wartime job create strain and tension which make all the more vital the need for a relaxing glass of good Ale or Beer occasionally, vve pledge ourselves to make every effort humanly possible to insure both our customers and trade alike against any avoidable shortage of ood Old Atlantic Ale and Beer. I:'--'.' I «« H SI 00.00 REWARD for return of, or information leading to return of Diamond and Emerald Ring lost at Southern Pines during July. 1942 Address all Communications to Fire Companies' Adjustment Bureau, Inc. 601 Capital Club Building Raleigh. N. C. II S I I" i /mMme J Atlantic Co. BrewerlM to Atiuita, Cbariotte. Norfulk. OrUodo
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