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.
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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.
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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
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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
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WE HAVE KEPT FAITH!
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CHISWELL'S COFFEE SHOP
Breakfast — Luncheon — Dinner
Quality Baked Goods
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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.
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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.
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