FRIDAY NOV. 25 1921 BREVARD NEWS. BREVARD, NORTH CAROLINA. CeMrWEWS nhe TlneelnsqitaraHles One for ttiildiwssVlRGINIA One for mdlowness. BURLEY One for aroma.TURKlSH The finest tobaccos perfectly and blended *iij AUDITORIUM SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 26 HAROLD LLOYD IN “BLISS” Harold Lloyd su pported by *Babe' Daniels in one of the comedies that made him famous. Also Pearl White in KNOW YOUR MEN and ANN LITTLE in THE BLUE FOX. Admission 10 and 20c. TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 29 LIONEL BARRYMORE IN THE GREAT ADVENTURE A comedy drama of a great artist who was as shy as he was great.. The adventures he undergoes are both thriiking and unique. A FIRST NATIONAL ATTRACT- TION. Also Eddie Po’o in DO OR DIE Admisrion 10 and 25c. THURSDAY, DECEMBER 1 CLARA KIMBALL YOUNG IN CHARGE IT. Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, please *'Cha.yge It”, again. The story of a woman who came nearly wrecking two lives with those two simple words. Also Art Accord in THE WHITE HORSEMAN and Mutt and Jeff in THE PAPOSE. Admission 10 and 20c. Matinee, 2:30 Night, 7:15 Coming Soon a picture every woman ^should see THE TRUTH ABOUT HUSBANDS. C!Ty PRESSING GLOB J.E. WATERS, Prop. Cleaning Pressing Dyeing Atl work turned out promptly* ~ Street Brevard ARMISTICE DAY AT PLEASANT HILL: MR. BOWSER’S SENTIMENT The gc c 1 ladies of Pleasant Hill met at th school house Friday, Nov 11, with \ 11 filled baskets. After much coi.. rsation among the .pat rons and r-nny interesting games :i- mong the t'lildren, attention was cal led to the contents of the basket. Quite a crowd had gathered to ceh brate Armistice Day and all partoo. of the feast. After a bountiful mea the school children rendered an inter- ting Armitice Day program. The day was highly enjoyed by all, old and joung. * BEULAH GILLESPIE It Comes and Qoes Like a Summer Shadow. By M. QUAD. OOOCXXDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOC (©, 11)21, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) • The Are flickered and danced ob tht • hearth. • The crickets were singing theii ' songs nnd getting ready for a joyous winter. The Iceman had collected his lasl bill and departed. He was full of hope and cheer, for he had made 200 pei cent profit. Outside the nightingale warbled his song, but it was no cheap warble. In a day or two he would present a bill . of $25. The strikers were on a strike again, and the police were patting them on the back. All seemed joyous at the home ol the Ilowsers, but yet his eyes were moJst, as he turned to Mrs. Bowser and said: “My dear, I saw a sight this after noon that called for all my senti ment.” “Was it a sick horse?” she asked. “No, ma’am. It was no sick horse! I was in court as a juror. There was ft mar arraigned before us for beatin? his wife. He was six feet high anri weighed two bundrod pounds. She was five foot high and woiglied about ninety. She appeared in court against him, nnd it was a terrihlo sight. Her nosp wfis hrolrk at twelve dollars a day. I tell you, my dear, tiio Jury made short work of him. He was found gnilty and the judge gave him six months in jail.” “He ou«ht to have five years I” said Mr.s;. Bowser. “Yi*?. he certainly bad. It stirvo-l me to the very heart to look at that little vonian. Snpi^ose ynu had ’nar- rletl such a man? Supi>ose I wii'^ a groat, big iirnto, and should break yo’ar nose with one blow of my fi.et?” “I can’t suppose it,” replied Mrs. Bowser. “I br<*nlc your nose—then I knooic out yonr teeth—tlion I black your »»yes. You l5('g for ineroy, but I have no mercy in my heart. I hanimer you ’intil the noiglibors and police arrive. .Tust supiiose I M’as such a luan as that.” “But you are not. and so we won’t snpy)Ose.” “>s'o, we won’t sujipose. I couldn’t do It. Mrs. Bowser—I just couldn’t do it! I couldn’t break yoxir nose and knock out jour teeth oven if you were very saucy to me. I sliould como homo and, if supper wasn’t ready. I would nut my arms around your nock and kiss you, and tell you tliat I would •j:o liungry for a v.liole month for yoi'.r sake. Y(\s, that is what I would tell you.” “I think you would. Mr. Bowser,” admifted Mrs. Bowser. “No. I'ni not .-'Uch a man as to knock my wife’s feet down her throat. 1 love her too well. I am full of sympattiy for lier. You will never need to 1)0 little tf»o hiu'li, but I don’t think »t. i All the goddesses had noses with a 'hump in .Ihe middle of them. And such.eyes as you have got! You have the eyes of a sloe, and the husband who would blacken them deserves to die. You know what a sloe Is, don’t you ?” “Oh, yes. A sloe is a man who don’t get to work on time. If anything ails his ejes I shf)X^d think he would get some ?ye watei* and cure them.” “No, Mrs. Bowser, I would never strike you with my fist. You never need be afraid of me. You can always talk back \yhen you feel like it. Be cause I am ,\our husband it is no sign that I have any more rights In this house tlmn .vou have. If I want to paint the house, and you don’t want It painted. It Is niy duty to defer to you. All you have to do is to say to Samuel .1. Bowser that the. house looka good enough, and we had better have the cost of the new paint In something else.” “Do folks say It’s going to be a hard winter?” asked Mrs. Bowser. “I haven't heard anybody say,” was the reply, “but never mind the winter whetlier it’s hard or soft. Mrs. Bow ser, you have beautiful teeth. What a bnite I would be to knock them down ■PP* o I NEW MEAT MARKET J. E. Waters has opened a new meat stand next to the Rose Cafe. “Blit I HaVe No Mercy in My Heart." afi-nid that I will black your eye.s. On the contrary, I will smooth .vour haii’ down and kiss you on tlie cli'H'k—like this.” i ^Ii s. Bowser didn’t seem to be elated with actions. Tliore was .just as much danger as if he had sjit and read tlie ])ap‘*r. A whim might Kvizo him at any i loment, i)Ut she allo^red liim to paw around until he got tired of It. and sat down. I’m not that kind of a man.” h: ntcd. “I love and e.steem my V. ; . mai’ried me wlien she could hsi ‘ . rriod a better man, and I ’lall always love and feel grateful to !ier.” “Did you say there Avas another strike on?” asked Mrs. Bowser, hopin.i» to change the .subject. “No, I did not ^■%y so,” was tlie re ply. “But we ma.v look for f>ne. We may look for a strike ev(>ry two or three minutes until the industry of tlie whole world comes t«i r'li:'.. 1 f’ould not hoi)) Init think as ^!ie:-e In covirt of my coming hfitio some night and breaking your beautiful nose. Yo’- hav«> ?, lieanMfi’l uo'-e. Mrs. Bov e T c. ”1(1 si« bv tl'o hoTir and look at it. Simo f<'"-s might >5ny that the hump In the I ’ ddle or ’i was a To Dream How He Would Murder the Cobbler. your (hn^at. Why, I would deserve ten years in stale’s prison. You see— Mis. r.tiwscr—you set?—” Mr. liowser had been walkin.g the floor. Of a sudden he halted, as If siruck by an idea, and he !«ald: “Mis. I'.owser, two days ago I car ried a i>air of slioes down to the coh- hler’s. Tliey w(>n' my winter shoes, and I wanted the iieels fixed up. Tlie col)bler assured me that they would i'e sent up today. Did they come?’ “Yes. Indeed. They are in that par cel. under the chair.” ]\Ir. Bowser reached for tlie parcel and open<*d it. There were a pair of sh(X‘s brought to light, but as he looket-hinging to .some mortar-mixer and there plaster on th('tn i My shoes j : your sh<'es, and of cours»‘—” “Tiuv' is no ‘of eoursi'’ a!;out it! Mr:-. Bo<\ <('r. yoj; ha'^e slio-.vn .vourself in .vour true colors I You have proved that you I’.ave no interest in your hus- l.and’s wellaro. It was your plain rluiy, as my wife, to make tin' boy sit right down in a cliair until you had oxnmined the shoes and saiis!ied your self tlKit they w<‘n> mine.” “But the boy said they were yours,” I)ersisic'd Mrs. Bowser. “But what if he did say so!” shouted Mr. liowser. “You ought to know that all boys lie. Here I am .out a pair of sl.'oes, and the mortar-mixer will spoil mine trying to pull them 'onto his big hoofs.” “^Ir. Bowser—” “Not a. wofd. Mrs. Bowser! I leave tills house at body looks or listens. It is probable that the sundial never gave any inforaui- tion that could not have been ol»- talned more Quickly in other ways. The simdial fullills a function in a man’s gaiHie:n, but that function is not to tell the time! It is often of no, beauty and always of no utility, bu* there Is a cult in old things or in nev> things that are fashione11 th!‘> < d< a week,*" su