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THE FRAf;:iLIN PRESS THimsnAY, APRIL She: pxnnklhx fxtss Published every Thursday by The franklin I'mss Publishing Company, Franklin, N. C. Telephone No; 2 VOL. XLVI ' . , Number II BLACKBURN W. JOHNSON ...EDITOR AND PUBLISHER Entered at the Pnst Office, Franklin, N. G, as second class matter. SUBSCRIPTION RATES One year .'... $1.50 Eight Months . ,' $1.00 Six Months .... '..','.' , 7,5 Single Copy .... 05 Obituary notices, cards of thanks, tributes of respect, by individuals, lodges, .churches, organizations or societies; will be regarded as adver tising -and inserted at regular classified advertising rates. Such notices will be marked "adv." in compliance with the postal regulations. The Treti invite it reader to express their opinions through its columns and each Week it plans to carry Letters to the Editor on its editorial page. This newspaper is independent in its policies and is glad to print both sides of any question. Letters to the Edi tor should be written legibly on only one side of the paper and should be of reasonable length. Of course, the editor reserves the' right to reject letters which are too long or violate one's better sensibilities. Weekly Bible Thought Christ our Passover is sacrificed for us: therefore let us keep the feast, Not with old leaven, neither with the leaven of malice and wicked ness; but with the unleavened bread of sincerity and truth. 1 Corinthians, 5:7. Easter NOT ONLY as a memorial of that immortal drama enacted two thousand years ago "outside a city's wall" do.es all' Christendom keep Holy Week and Easter. Rather docs sorrowing humanity, turn its eyes upon the cross, symbol of infinite suffering and .sacrifice, in grateful, recognition of the timeless truth revealed -thereon by the Savior of the world the power of love to conquer death. V Many plans have been offered to relieve and deaden human suf fering; and sin, "the transgression of God's law," has been dealt with in many ways by teachers false and true. Above and beyond all stands the cross with a living message for all who gaze upward, and a mysterious power in the . light of the resurrection to. change nun's lives "from death unto life." As a so-called Christian nation we are witnesses to failure on a gigantic scale registered in our social, economic and political life, as well as in the wasted lives of individuals. On the other hand we con template with awe the triumph of Chandi, the Indian leader, over the powerful "Christian" empire of Great Britain in leading his suffering, people to better their condition by "peaceful revolution," an avowedly literal application of the teachings Probably, as never before, has the human race come to the parting of the ways, when the way of fulfillment and "enrichment of lift must be evalulated and chosen. There stands pointing one-way a difficult, narrow path clearly outlined, a cross, and a living Guide who offers "the way of the cross." "To -every man there openeth A way and ways and a way, And the high soul climbs the high way, y . And the low soul gropes the low; And every man decidcth The way his soul shall go." Clean Up COMMUNITY spring cleaning Winter turns to Spring." In a pleasing front to visitors as well and possess a clear conscience that everything is spick and span, in sight and out of sight, let those first April days witness a thorough clean-up. Leaves, brush, ashes, ter should be raked up on all premises, and those owning vacant lots are urged to' make them as attractive as possible. Chief Bob Henry has offered that all trash collected will be promptly removed. Flowers planted now will give town throughout the summer, adding as to our own. It is . remarkable cleaning can change the whole acting upon the spirits of residents, i i . 1 1 i . wno pass Dy. uei an gooci cnizaiis cooperate to .make franklin in every nook and corner, as well as in matchless scenery, the town beautiful, to the joy of those who year, and to those who come to us summer. A Correction I N SATURDAY'S issue of the to last week's Press editorial Chapel Hill by the Irish poet-philosopher, G. W. Russell. The Press was given credit for a comment in the editorial which was part of an account printed originally in the Charlotte Observer, as stated in the beginning ot our of one set of quotation marks was apology to the Times and to the sent the excellent report of Mr. to the Observer in the first place. 'Cimarron' Heroine Alive A fiction character walked out of , ' the pages of a. novel and into a Hollywood motion picture studio recently. She has two identities. In real life she is Mrs. Tom B, Ferguson, until recently owner and editor of the Watonga Republican, says a recent issue of the Sooner State Press, quoting a feature story in Hollywood, Film-graph. In fiction she is "Sabra Cravat," a name created and immortalized by Edna Ferber in her novel, "Cimar ron." A year, ago she desided to "see the world." She sold her news paper. She passed through Holly wood on the first leg of an ad venturous trip around the world. Her life is, in many respects, the life- of Sabra Cravat in "Cimarron." Ana although tiction much 6f the material of the novel is true to the facts of Mrs. Ferguson's life. Edna Ferber obtained mucir of her data while a guest in Mrs. Ferguson's home in Watonga. "She stayed with me a week," Mrs. Ferguson says, "I took her to the Indian camps,, dug out the of Jesus bv a non-Christian' nation. for Spring is the order of the day "as the order that . Franklin mav present as clean backyards to honiefolks, and trash accumulation of the win to cooperate with citizens in seeing colorful charm to our beautiful to, our guests' enjoyment as well how a little paint,, planting and atmosphere of a neighborhood, rc and giving good cheer to those . . . . ... are privileged to live lure all the for rest and recreation during the f ' Asheville Times an editorial 'referred in, regard to the recent' address at editorial, the inadvertent omission no doubt responsible. We offer gentleman from ChapVl Hill who Russell's thought-provoking .address old photographs and told her what 1 could remember of early days in the territory. She took notes in shorthand, and 1 recognized the result of our talks when 'Cimarron was published." Most astounding of the ex periences of her . life, Mrs. Fer guson said, was seeing "herself" on the screen when she was given a private showing of "Cimarron" as a motion picture. After the showing, the white haired lady kissed Irene Dunne, the actress who plays "Sabra," and wept. She was visibly, moved; -Mrs. Ferguson said the picture was strikingly faithful in its repre sentation of pioneer days in Okla homa. One scene depicts the hero and heroine driving down the main street of a new "boom town." "It was just like, that when we came into Watonga," Mrs. Ferguson-said, Although weir into mid dle age, ' Mrs. .Ferguson is setting Out on her world tour with the eagerness of a child. "I've always wanted to go off across the world like that," she said. THE PUB LISHERS' AUXILIARY. Public Opinion Dear Kdilor: Kudosed find check for $1.50 tor one year's subscription to The Press. 1 would ted lost without The Press as 1 have read it my entire life, having been reared near Franklin and having taught in liianv of ilit rural schools as Well as serving lor two years as home demonstration agent and in this ca pacity visiting every community in Macon county. I have been living' in Missouri only three years and the Old North State still seems home to IIH'. . . . I wish to send greetings to all of my friends and especially to those, with whom I have spent so many days in the school rooms of the county, my "school chil dren." . l am wishing for dear old Macon a speedy return of good limes. Sincerely, Adelaide Hulgin Corbin. (Mrs. A. F. Corbin). Diamond, Mo., March 23, 1931. ' Clippings PESSIMISM AND FEAR The. man 'who complains about business but fails to make any ef fort to improve his own business is the ' only one who finds times exceedingly hard. The fellow who is hustling, comes out pretty well when the- financial statement is compile!. A friend observes that there is plenty of business right now ac cording to his experience, but it is a little harder to get, that's all. A little more hard work a little more hard planning and a little more optimism will soon drive this depression out of American life. It is hard reality, we know, to those who are out of work and are wondering how to meet their obligations, but their troubles are largely due to fear on the part of others who refuse to lake a chance and do their part toward improving business. FOREST CITY COURIER. HELPFUL ANECDOTE An anecdote of pioneer days which holds much wisdom for us today concerns two' pioneers set tlers pushing their way into the sparsly settled West. The first pulled up his team in front of a cabin and addressed, an elderly man sitting on a stump and puff ing contentedly a corn-cob pipe. "Hay, Old Timer, what kind of folks are there around these parts?" '.-' "What kind of folks were there where you came from ?" countered the resident. Why, they were the meanest slickest, most unpleasant people I ever saw. "Well," drawled the old pioneer "I reckon you'll find the folks around here just about the same.' A few weeks later another set tier came along, asked a similar question, and was answered by the same counter interrogatory He replied briskly, "Why the folks around about where I came from were the salt of the earth, the finest, fairest and most helpful folks you could find anywhere They were neighbors we just hated to leave." "Well," answered the local sage "1 reckon you'll find the folks here just about the same." To a large degree, we get from people jiist about what we expect from them. A negative attitude toward life brings correspondingly negative returns. THE ROTA RIAN. THE CITY OF THE FUTURE A fascinating prophecy of what the city of fifty, years hence will look like is made by R. L. Duffus in the March Rotarian. He fore sees mountainous, glass-faced build nigs- laid out along streets that radiate, from centers like cobwebs The growing belief that "machines were made for man" leads to his conclusion that "a steel mill will be as beautiful to look at and as pleasantly situated as a cathedral.' City children of 19X0 arc going to have better air to breathe, adds Mr. Duffus, and larger play grounds. Walks and drives will be lined with trees, for many ob noxious gases -will be eliminated and the setback buildings will give streets -..more sunshine. It is -our deduction that the World War will not really be over until they stop writing mem oirs about it. THE PATHFINDER. CARD OF THANKS We wish to thank every one for their many kindnesses' shown us (luring the ; sickness and death of our loved one, especially the dear neighbors, who never tired in their unfailing kindness and help. Also for the lovely floral offerings. Harve Bryant and son; Mr. and Mrs. II. L. Barnard and famiy. (-W S5V EdnaFei-foer . . r (Continued from last week) "I had planned to try and get a place on the Santa Fe train that was standing, . steam up, ready to run into the Nation. But you couldn't get on. There wasn't room for a flea. "They were hanging on the cow-catcher and swarming all over the engine, and sitting on top of the cars. It was keyed down to make no more speed than a horse. It turned out they didn't even do that. They went twenty miles in ninety minutes. I decided I'd use my Indian pony. I knew I'd get endurance, anyway, if not speed. And that's what counted in the end. . There we stood, by the thous ands, all night. Morning, and we began to line up at the border, as near as thev'd let us go. Mi litia all alone to keen us hark They had burned the prairie ahead tor miles into the Nation, so as to keep the crass down and make the way clearer. To smoke out the sooners, too, who had sneaked in and were hidincr in the scrub oaks, in the draws, wherever they could. Most of the killing was due to them. They had crawled in and staked the land and stood ready to shoot those of us who came in, fair and square, in the Kun. l knew the piece I wanted. A little creek ran through the land, and the prairie rolled a little there, too. Nothing but black jacks for miles around it, but on that section, because of the water. I suppose, there were elms and persimmons -nd eottonwoods and even a trove of neeans. I had noticed it many a time riding the range. (Hra! Ruling the ranee! All the Venables made a quick men tal note of that. It was thus, bv stray bit sand snatches, that they managed t- piece together some thing of Yancey Cravat's oast." "Ten o'clock, and the crowd was nervous and restless. Thousands from all parts of the country had waited ten vcars fjr this dav u.lii the land-hungry would be fed J hey were like people starving I've seen the' same look exactly on the faces of men who were ra venous for food. "Well, eleven o'clock, and they were crowding and cursing and fighting for places near the line. They shouted and sane and vell.-H and art ' I, and the sound they made wasn t human at all, but like thousands of wild animals penned up. 1 he sua blazed down. It was cruel. The dust hung over everything in a thick cloud, blind ing you and choking you. The black dust of the burned prairie was over everything. We were like a horde of funds with our red eyes and our cracked lips and our blackened faces. Eleven-thirty. It was a picture straight out of hell. The roar grew louder. People tougtit tor an inch of gain on the border. lust next to me was a girl who looked about eighteen she turned out to be twentv- f Ivp. and a beauty she was, too on a coal-Mack thoroughbred. "Aha '" said Cousin Jouett Go- tortli. He was the kind of man who says, "Aha." "On the other side was an old fellow with a long gray beard a plainsman, he was a six-shooter in his belt, one wooden leg, and a flask of whiskv. He took a null out ot that every minute or two. He was mounted on an Indian pony like mine. As we waited we fell i to talking, the three of us, though you couldn't hear much in that uproar. The erirl said she had trained her thoroughbred for the race. He was from Kentucky, and so was she. She was bound to get her hundred and sixty acres, sue said, bhe had to have it. She didn't say why, and I didn't ask her. We were all too keyed up, anyway, to make sense, Oh, I forgot. She had on a cet-un that took the attention of anyone that saw her. even in that crazv mob. The better to cut the wind, she had shortened sail and wore a short skirt, black tights, and a skullcap." Here there was ouitc a bombard ment of sound as silver spoons and knives and forks were droo ped from shocked and nerveless feminine Vcnabl fingers. I Uusifat ions byj "It turned out that the three of us, there in the front line, were headed down the old freighters' trail towards the creek land. I said, 'I'll be tfic first in the Run to reach Little Bear.' That was the name of the creek on the sect-'' . The girl pulled her cap down tight over her ears. 'Follow me,' laughed. 'I'll show you the way.' Then the old fellow with the wooden leg and the whis kers yelled out. 'Whoop-ee! I'll tell 'em along the Little Bear you're both a-comin.' "There w.- were, the girl oh my left, the old plainsman on my right. Eleven forty-(,. Along the bor der were the soldiers, their guns It Was LIU Water Going Over a Broken Dam in one hand, their watches in the other. Those last five minutes seemed years long: and funnv they'd quieted till there wasn't a sound. Listening. The last min ute was an eternitv. TWIvo o'clock. There went up a roar that drowned the crack of the sol diers' musketry as they fired in tnc-air as the signal of noon am the start of W Run. You coul. see the puffs of smoke from their guns, but you couldn't hear a sound. The thousands surged over the line. It was like water going over a broken dam. We swept across the prairie in a cloud of black and red dust that covered our faces and hands in a minute, so that we looked like black de mons from hell. The old man on his pony kept in one rut, the girl on her thoroughbred in the other. and I on my Whitefoot on the raised place is the middle. That lust half mile was almost a neck and-neck race. The old fellow was yelling and waving one arm and hanging on somehow. ' He was beating his pony with the' flack on his flanks. Then he began to drop behind. Next thing I heard a terrible scream and a great shouting behind me. I threw a quick glance, over my shoulder The old plainsman's pony had stum bled and fallen. His bottle smash ed into bits, his six-shooter flew in another direction, and he lay sprawling full length in the rut of the trail. The next instant he was hidden in a welter of pound ing hoofs and flying dirt and cin ders and wagon wheels." A dra matic pause. The faces around the table were balloons nulled bv a single string, They swung this way and that with Yancey Cravat's pace as he strode the room his Prince Albert coat .tails billowing. This way-rthe faces turned toward the sideboard. That wav thev turned toward the windows. Yan cey held the little moment of si lence like a icwel in the circlet nf faces. Sabra Cravat's voice, high and sharp with suspense, cut the stillness. "What happened ? What hanne-i- cd to the old man?" Yancey's pliant hands flew un in. a gesture of inevitability. "Oh. he was trampled to death in tl. mad mob that charged over him. C razy. I hey couldn t , stop for a one-legged old whiskers with a quart flask." Out of the well-bred murmur of horror that now arose about iln Venable- board there emerged the voice of Felice Venable, shap-edg' I with disapproval. "And the girl. v V I. Wi' The girl with the black" Un able to say it. Southern "The girl and I funny, I never did learn her name were in he lead because we had stuck to ihe old trail. The girl was close be- hind me. That thoroughbred she rode was built for speed,, not iis- tance. A race horse, blooded. I could hear him blowing. " He was trained to short bursts. My In- man; pony was just getting his . . . . . second wind as her horse slacken ed into a trot. We had come nearly sixteen miles. I was well in the. lead by that time, with the girl following. We had left the others behind; hundreds going this way, hundreds that, scattering for miles over the prairie, Then I saw that the prairie ahead was afire. The tall grass was blazing. Only the narrow trail down which we were galloping was open. On cith er side of it was a wall of flame. Some skunk of a soon' ' sneaking in ahead of the Run, had set the blaze to keep uk -filers off, saving the land for himself. The dry grass burned lil.o oiled paper. I turned around. The girl was there, her racer stumbling, break ing and going on, his head lolling now. I saw her motion with her hand. She was cominc. 1 whin- ped off mv hat and claimed it over Whitefoot's eyes, gave him the spurs, crouched down low and tight, shut my own c and down the (aril we wi i i.do the fur nacc. Hot! Jt was h 1. I could smell the singed hair "ii the flanks of my mustang. My own hair was sincrciner. I could feel the flames licking mv lees and back Another hundred yaids and neither the horse nor I could have come through it. But we Lroke out in to the open, choking and ded and half suffocated. 1 looked down the lane of flame. The eirl huntr on her horse s neck. Her skull cap was pulled down over her eyes. bhe was coming through game. I knew that mv.land the niece that I had come thror hell for was not more than u mile ahead. 1 knew that hanging around here would probably get me a shot through the head, for the sooner that started that fire must be lurking somewhere in the high grass ready to kill anvbodv that tried to lay claim to his land. I began to wonder, too, if that girl wasn't headed for the same section that I was bound for. I made un my mind that, woman or no woman, this was a race, and devil take the hindmost. My poor little pony was coughing and sneezing and trembl ing. Her racer must have been ready to drop. I wheeled and went on. I kept thinking how, when I came to Little Bear creek, I'd bathe mv little mustangs nn and face and his pootf heaving names, ana how 1 mustn't let him drink too much, once he got his muzzle in the water. "Just before I r- ' ed the land I was riding for 1 had to leave the trail and cut across the. prairie. I could see a clump of elms ahead. I knew the creek was near by. But just before I got to it I came on one of those deep gullies you find in the plains country. Al most ten feet across this one was and deep. No way around it that I could see, and no time to look for one. I nut Whitefoot to th leap and, by Gd. he took it landing , on the other side with hnrAr on in.-k i. ......... I I J a wild scream behind mc. I turn ed. The girl on her spent racer had tried to make the gulch. He mv, uviuan itin.cu u a inorOUgn- bred and a gentleman, that animal had actually taken it a thorough but he came down on his knees vs. just , on the farther edge, rolled, Natural Abrasives Corp. and Met and slid down the gully side into roP'itan Trust Company, and all the ditch. The girl had flung her- .tner Persons, firms and corpora self free. My claim was fifty tion.s claiming any interest in the jama away, ju was mc gin, wim her dying horse. She lay there un mc indium s i racea to ward her . my own poor little mount was nearly gone by thi I c limi cti rr?iirir1,l , r.- I... ""ii.u iu iil'i niters. I can see her face . now, black nun tniuua ami uui una QiTi, ner liiif 'ill auak .Ln..U 1. I "an un uvu iici ?tii(iii(irrs npr cheek bleeding where she had struck a stone in her fall, her black tights torn,- her little short skirt sagging. She sort of sat up and looked around her. Then slip stag gered to her feet before I reached her and stood there swaying, and pushing her hair "out of her eves like some one who'd been asleep. Mie pointed down the gully. The black of her face was streaked with tears. - Shoot him!" she said. 'T can't His two forelegs are broken. 1 heard them crack. Shoot "him! For God's sake!' "So I off mv horse and down tn the gully's edge. There the animal lay. his eyes all whites, his nonr legs doubled under him, his flanks black and sticky with sweat and dirt. He was done for, all right. 1 took out my six-shooter and aim ed right between his eves Hp kicked once, sort of leaped or tried to, and (hen lay still. I stood there a minnte, to see if he had to have another. He was so game that, some way, I didn't want to give him more than he needed t (Continued next week) Legal Notices NOTICE OF SALE n orth Carolina, Macon con my. Whereas power of sale was vest- d in the undersigned trustee by l,t n( trust hv I 1 Parrish and j wlfCi t0 IIcnry q. Robertson, T ' tpp .i...,,! Tan 22. 1927 and 1 " registered in the office of the Register of Deeds for Macon county in Record of Mortgages and Deeds of Trust No. 40, page 356, to secure the payment of $3710.00, as evidenced bv six notes of , even date with said deed of trust in the sum of $618.34 each; and whereas all of said notes are due and payable, subject to certain payments made thereon, leaving the total balance of $3138.03 due on the 26th day of January, 1931; I will, therefore, by virtue of the power of sale by' said deed of trust in mc vested on Thursday the 16th day of April, 1931, at twelve o'clock noon sell at the court house door in Franklin. N. C, at public auction to the high est bidder for cash the following described property : First Tract: All the lands de- scribed in a deed from Zachariah Downs and wife to J. R. Parrish dated the 24th day of December, 1918, and recorded in the office of Register of Deeds for Macon County in Book . B-4, page 489. Except that part thereof conveyed by J. R. Parrish to Robert Downs, consisting of 20 acres, recorded in Book Q-4, page 308. Second Tract: All the lands de scribed in a deed from T. J, Johnston, Commissioner, to J. R. Parrish, dated July 19, 1920, and recorded in the office of the Register of Deeds for Macon County in Book F 4, page 39. lhis the loth day of March, 1931. " HENRY (i, ROBERTSON, M194tcJ-JA9 Trustee. NOTICE OF SALE North Carolina, Macon County. liy virtue of a deed of trust executed by W. E. Sanders to the undersigned as Trustee to secure the sum of $316.75 to the Joines Motor and Tractor Comnanv. Inc.. which deed of trust is recorded in Book of Mortgages and Deed of Trust No. 31' at page 345, office of Register of Deeds, Macon Coun ty, and default having been made in the payment of the notes se cured thereby, and on demand from Joines Motor and Tractor Co., Inc., and the notes not due having been declared due under the terms of said deed of trust. I will on Saturday the 18th day of April, 1931, at the Courthouse door in the lown of Franklin in the CoTTnty of Macon and between the legal hours of sa1i cr.it tn u . - - wwivj f V. IV the highest bidder for cash an undivided one-half interest in the land described in a deed from J. M. Sanders to Willis E. Sanders and Itasca Sanders, said de?d hpinr dated September 5th, 1918, and recorded in the office of the Reg ister of Deeds for Macon CnnnJv in Book 1-4 of Deeds, page 182, to which deed reference is hprphw made for a more definite descrip tion ot the lands to be sold here- in. Saul sale made tn oaiicfu coM notes and deed of trust above re- ferred to. This the 17th day of March, 1931. M194teI-TA9 I J1 K. i. JUNES, Trustee. NOTICE North Carolina, Macon Connty. In that Q. r . " ir vuun. C'lmer A. Tones """J"' inaiivi vi mis action, . . Cv virtue of the authority vested in the undersigned mmmiccirtnor , under a decree nntr,i ;n u above entitled MnnHnv itio -?7U J-., -f a -i -" . - win uay oi pni, 'WI at the Courthouse door in 1 1 ui ui Carolina at twelve frrnnYr 1l . t . o'clock noon, sell tn tin. ,ut bidder for cash the following de scribed real estate: A -tract of land lying1 in Ellijay Township, containing approximate ly 1100 acres and being known as the Corundum Hill property. This the 23rd day of March', 1931. R- S. JONES, Commi ssioner. M26 4t A 16 cJ&J ADMINISTRATOR'S NOTICE - Having qualified as administrator -of W. P. , Head, deceased, late of Macon county; N. Q, this is to notify all persons having claims against the estate of said deceased to exhibit them to the undersigned " on or before the 30th day of March. 1932, or this notice will be plead in bar of their recovery. All persons indebted tn Caul nclito urill please make immediate settlement. This 30th day of Mkrch, 1931. Geo. Carpenter, Administrator. A2-4tp A23 , . Such difficulty as we have in reconciling our politics and our economics grows out of a colos sal indifference on the part of the business world. David Lawrence.