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Pa "o T\;o THE HYDE COUNTY HERALD. SWAN QUARTER, N. C, Hyde County Herald PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY A I SWAN QUARTER. NORTH CAROLINA. BY TIMES PRINTING CO., Inc. THOS. E. SPENCER Editor EIntered as Second Class Matter at the Postoffice at Swan Quarter. N. C. Subscription Rates: One Year $2.; Six Months $1; Three Months 60c. Vol. VI.' THURSDAY, NOV. 23, 1944 MAIL CHRISTMAS GIFTS NOW There are now less than two weeks left to meet the December 1 deadline set by the government for sending all Christmas holiday gift packages. That reminder comes from Harvey R. Roseman, district manager of the Raleigh district Office of Defense Trans portation. * Cooperation of the public in meeting the December 1 deadline is absolutely essential if overburdened transporta tion facilities are to be able to handle the tremendous volume jof 1944 gift sending, the ODT official declared. And, the ODT District Manager reminded, you get bet ter selection and better service at local stores when you shop early. 0 A FAIR TEST THURSDAY. NOV-2^ Rarely does the public have an opportunity to compare the relative merits of government versus private operation of industry, unclouded by prejudiced arguments and acci dents of circumstance which mak^ impartial comparison dif ficult. But it has such an opportunity in the case of the railroad industry. It is worth repeating that in the first world war the railroads were operated by the government- During the current world war. they have continued as a private enterprise. The periods of respective operation have been under similar circumstances. Therefore, the public can base its judgment upon performance alone. During the first war, operation of the railroads by the government was inefficient and wasteful. A news dispatch of May 25, 1919, says: “To finance the railroads for the bal ance, of the year and to pay the government’s operating loss for 16 months up to this month, an appropriation of $1,200,- 000,000 was asked of Congress yesterday by the Director General of the United States Railroad Administration. The $1,200,000,000 is in addition to the $500,111,111 appropriated $1,233,444,555 is in addition to the $500,000,000 appropriated by the last Congress. During the present war, the railroads have paid billions in taxes to the government, instead of creating Federal def icits—nearly $2,000,000,000 in the year 1943 alone. Aside from their tax contribution to victory, they have carried the imprecedented transportation load of mechanized warfare without a hitch. An immediate question after the war will be whether or not socialized industry in the United States shall displace the enterprise of the private citizen- In the railroad indus try, public ownership and private ownership have had a fair test. That test should be a determining factor in the fina^l choice of the road America follows. 0 V/ Dl did.” — I Pa, who always joked at the ta ! In the center of the table would wi® Newt to make the womenfolks | j be a high dish with a single stem, [ laugh, would say, “That’s because I and on this dish would be a cake I my family held back.” ' covered with white icing. On a low i After we’d eaten everything we ! flat dish, close beside the tall one- I could, Phebe would get up in her legged dish, would be a black choco- | quiet way and go to the pantry “And it don’t do them any Pa would answer. We’d pick out three or four s' lot * and head them for the scale r V 1, % -i \ Vv j late cake. This cake always showed the marks made by my mother’s knife when she spread the chocolate over the cake. But the knife marks didn’t show on the white cake. I always looked at the cakes first, even if they were the last things to be eaten. Stock weighing was a hood party; have a stock we' everybody knew and bring back a Mason jar with a screw top, and say, “Maybe some- weighing knew they’d be welcome, too, a®** they’d drive over about the rigl'' body’d like to have a molasses cook- i time. When we got the steer* uP> i'.. '^'*3 CHOPPING WOOD • ^ ' (Washington Star) ' ' ' As nights grow crisp and frosty and the stars seem to drop nearer the earth, and the morning air grows sharper and has a bit of a bite, many a man working in a city office thinks of the fall days on the farm when he went into the wood lot to chop wood. A farm lad who sees no glamour in other farm work often enjoys chopping wood; and many a farmer will say that of all the seasonal tasks, wood chop ping is his favorite work. The first thing, of course, is a good ax. Mr- Webster in his usual succinct, direct fashion says: A cutting tool for felling trees, and chopping, splitting, or hewing wood. That is all very well, technically speaking. But a good ax is one of the countryman’s dearest possessions. It must be just the right weight; the handle must exactly fit a man’s hands; , the balance must be perfect. A good ax is one of those things in life which is very difficult to describe, but when a man finds just what fits his needs, it becomes a precious tool. In the wood lot there is peace and sanctuary- As the BLOOD MONEY An Editorial in the Elizabeth City Independent KNOW AND AVOID HUNTING HAZARD.S go” but “A hunting you will will you return ? The National Safety Council „ , j - X, „ j I asked this question today as it re- So you have a good job, and you , , ^ . , , ■ . ' , ® ’’ ’ „ ' „ quested special care during the have plenty of money—more mon- j v , - ° ey that you ever had in your e j before. i another hunter can ruin happy We are glad you are doing so hunting for the rest of your life,” well, but we would like to call your | Majmard H. Coe, director of the attention to some things. Things j Farm Division of the Council, said, that have afforded you the oppor-j “About 900 persons are killed sun’s rays shine through the bare branches of the maples, 0*^* ^"4 celebrated. Maybe oaks, beeches, hickory and ash, it is difficult to believe that in another part of the world a gigantic conflict is in progress. Chickadees sing their throaty, alto songs; blue jays flash through the woods; a rabbit scurries to a brush pile, and a pffed ^ouse bursts away with a startling noise. Perhaps in the distance one hears the hounds baying the trail of a fox. Oh, yes, a man can see and hear and feel as he chops. As the sharp edge sinks into the wood, and the chips fly through the air, there is a tangy, spicy aroma. Fresh-cut wood has one of the best perfumes. Hour by hour the pile of logs and trimmed branches grows in size- And in the afternoon when the sun begins to approach the horizon and the shadows from the trees are long and slender, a man walks across the pasture and mowing field toward the light in the farmhouse kitchen knowing he has had a good day. o tunity to make so much money. You remember when you were glad to get $25 a week. You thought you had a good j'ob then, and you did. You could buy a lot of things then with $25. You knew how to appreciate the money you made, and you spent it carefully and wisely. And then the war came . . . and the defense industries. I Fried chicken! No Simday dinner j in the summertime would make j sense without fried chicken and gra- I vy, with the gizzards on a little j dish by themselves so no one by , mistake would get a gizzard. But j the necks stayed on the big plate. I Why this was, I don’t know; but ; they were always with the good i pieces, just as if the scrawny things , belonged there. I Scattered up and down the table ^ would be my mother’s jells and jams and preserves and a round dish of ‘ piccalilli, with a spoon that had i been sent us from the Chicago j World’s Fair. ’The handle was twist ed and the end came down into a boat on a lagoon. Toward the end of the table would be a long boat shaped dish of watermelon pre serves and lying on the side of the dish was a long slender spike to spear them with. You had to give a good gouge, or the preserve would slip off and land on the floor. When this happened Ma would tell me in a low voice, which no one was sup posed to hear, to pick up the pre serve and take it out to the kitchen. I would do this, also taking pains to put it to one side so that when din ner was over I could creep out, wash it off, and eat it. Toward the foot of the table, where my mother sat, would be two kinds of pies. If anybody asked company and thousands are injured annually Sunday dinner and didn’t have during the hunting season. Even veteran hunters get careless and frequently are the victims of some sort of accidents,” he said. Mr. Coe suggested the following' as good precautions for happy re turn from hunting: I Wear something bright—prefer-' ably red. Never wear white for , hunting. Don’t overcrowd your car. hesitant at first. You didn’t know i Observe the wartime speed limit whether or not to leave your old stay on your side of the road, employer and go to the new de-'Don’t stand up in a boat, and let fense job. But your friends kept'^i^iy hunter shoot from the telling you of the big money they j boat at a time, were making, and the little amount ‘ of work they had to do. They got L A"'’"'"®- ovprtim^ rxpxx fnr- ,11 li.® the following “Ten Commandments, overtime pay for all over 40 hours. And it added up to a lot of money on pay day. Then you went into defense work, too. You could hardly believe your eyes when you got your first pay check. You counted it again and again. It was real. Then you you took your wife along and some friends. And then it was every pay day. You began to figure what you could buy. Things you had wanted all your life but hadn’t been able to afford them. Life had taken on a new meaning. Money wasn’t as of Gun Safety”: 1. Handle every gun as if it were ; loaded. ; 2. Be sure of your target before you pull the trigger. i 3. Never leave your gun unat- | tended unless you first unload it. j 4. Carry your gun so that you j and the sight of the foo*d just about can control the direction of the i driving me crazy. muzzle if you slip. xr. i Newt would look at the table and 5. Always make certain that the j ..j g^ggg yQ^ haven’t sold any- barrel and action are clear of ob-1 thing lately, Amos,” and every- struction—but be sure to look into body’d laugh. two kinds of pies It was pretty close to an insult. In this little cluster of pies and jams would be the fine, creamy-white “coffee sugar,” as we called it. Weekdays we used brown sugar, or coarse granulated white sugar^but not on Sunday! to this group would be the spiced peaches which my mother had put up. But spiced peaches presented a problem. ’The best kind was the yellow clingstones, but the meat was hard to get off; so we had to decide whether to try to cut it off, or to put the whole thing in our mouths. You had to know people pretty weU before you could do that. Ma would make a trip or two back and forth to the kitchen, then say, “Everything’s on, Amos,” and Pa would say, “Well, folks, since you’re here you might just as weU stay and eat with us.” In a moment we’d all be standing around the table, me pretty close. the breech of the gun, not the muzzle. 6. Never point your gun at any- *-♦ • ATX_fllCy VVC401i 1/ CIO ,-1. -1 J jjli. valuable to you as it was before. I ^hing you do not want to shoot You bought a lot of things and paid ! horseplay while holding more for them than they were ^ i. i. x j. i, worth . . . just because vou wanted 8. Never shoot at a flat hard them, and could afford them. surface-such as rocks or the sur- , J 1. „ face of water. Yes, we are glad you can have a i _ i- x. x „ t J g Never climb a tree or a fence THE NEW ORDER The present United States Supreme Court dealt a body blow to the foundation of insuranc when it classed it as interstate business and subject to the anti-trust laws. For 75 years insurance has been subject to state regula tion. At present the insurance industry and insurance com missioners of the various states, which regulate the industry, .are hanging in the air waiting for the Federal bureaucracy to figure out how to displace state supervision with Federal ^supervision. To remedy the situation, the House of Representatives voted 283 to 54 to amend the Sherman and Clayton anti trust acts so they shall not be construed to “apply to the business of insurance.” Now the matter will come before il'.e Senate- There is no longer any definition for interstate com- ir ^rce. Certainly a trunk manufacturer whose agent sells his p oduct to travelers who cross many state lines, is as much ; ’ interstate commerce as an insurance company whose i jent sells an insurance policy. In the face of such confusion, industry is expected to r. 5orb the postwar unemploj^ent load, pay taxes and main- i n prosperity. Or do the directors of our growing central- i d government want that to occur? Is their real objective ii J. rogram to make it difficult for private enterprise to carry o.. thereby forcing government deeper into business? o — lot of money. But you should make good use of it. Buy what you and your family need, certainly. But don’t throw it away. The war will be over some day and you may be out of a job until you can get re adjusted. You will need something to fall back on. Remember the reason you aref with a loaded gun. 10. Do not mix gun powder and alcohol. 31 CHAPLAINS KILLED AND MANY DECORATED ATLANTA, Ga. — Army chap- , lains are soldiers like the slogging making so much money, and treat i artilleryman or it according to the issues involved. It took a war to make it possible. And wars are horrible things. More horrible than you or we can visual ize so far away from the battle fields. Have a little fun, of course. You need it. But when you are on the job work every minute. Earn your the “Geronimo” — yelling para trooper — except that they don’t carry weapons—according to Chap lain (Colonel) Ralph W. Rogers, chaplain. Fourth Service Command, who point to the latest chaplains’ casualty report showing that 34 have been killed in action. The report, covering activities in money or as much of It as you can.,ajj theaters of war through Sep Some boy’s life may be depending tember 30, adds that 67 chaplains on what you do And when you get wounded in action, 43 ready to spend a dollar foolishly, ^ave died of disease or accidents, Aunt Hattie read in the papers that astronomy is very popular in Hollywood. It didn’t surprise her, for, she says, nearly everybody there who looks in mirror thinks he is star gazing.—Christian Science Monitor. o We’re winning the war. That is sure. But it isn’t over by a long shot. Let’s keep working til every Jap has his hands reached high. +1- Somehow, we like the idea of post-war planning even ’’"b n lot of T'bat vnl! be said will be bunk. remember it took a war to make it possible. For every dollar you have some fine service boy has paid for it with a quart of his blood. All of that extra money you have is blood money, and you should attach to it the significance it deserves. Be careful with all the jnoney you have; and invest some of it in war bonds to help that boy who made it possible for you to have it. It’s a serious proposition. Mister. W. P. Hodges of Hyde County grew a good crop of wheatland maize after Irish potatoes, while Tokio soybeans in the same field were almost a complete failure. Don’t sell timber by guess. Se lect, mark and scale each tree. Call two are reported missing in action and 34 have been captured and are enemy prisoners of war, one having died in a prison camp. That they are recognized by the Army as soldiers is further borne out, says Chaplain Rogers, by the fact that 230 chaplains have been awarded 268 decorations in World War II for acts of heroism or for service beyond the call of duty, eight have received the Distin guished Service Cross. Other decorations received to date by chaplains are: Legion of Merit, 31; Silver Star, 51; Oak Leaf Cluster to Silver Star, 2; Sol diers’ Medal, 8; Bronze Star, 60; Oak Leak Cluster to Bronze Star, 2; Purple Heart, 101; Oak Leaf Cluster to the Purple Heart, 1; on your county agent and the ex-'Croix de Guerre, 3; the Sultan of tension farm forester for assisi-. I'fprx-occ'' Medal 1 When we were seated, there’d be a different air; a little awkward ness now. j “Will you ask the blessing, Newt?” I Pa would say, because it was man ners to let the company do that. Then Newt would lean forward and clear his throat. There would be a silence when he finished, then everybody would be gin to laugh and talk. The sound would rise and faU then there would be a serious note. Somebody had died, or mastitis was in the next county. A long pause, here. Then— as if to wake up for the serious note — the talk pendulum would swing up again and pretty soon ev erybody would be laughing. Ma would pick up the peacock fan and swish it with its lovely rustling. “Let me do that, Susan,” Mrs. Kennedy would say when it was again time and Ma would say, “Thank you, Minnie, but *1 can do it” But Mrs. Kennedy would pick up the fan and swish the flies any way. You had to be pretty well acquainted Cor that The "filling food,” as we called It, would, disappear, and chicken bones would pile up. Suddenly Ma would jump up and dash out to the kitcheot then, in a few moments, come hopping back. “Gracious, I almost forgot the roasting ears!” There they’d be, the long Grimes’ Golden we had got out of our own field. We’d butter and salt ’em and fly into ’em, because there isn’t anything better than yellow field com roasting ears. We’d work our way down to the "fancy vittles,”—the pies and cakes and preserves. By this time every body would be eating more slowly than at first, and talking a great deal, now. Mrs. Kennedy would say, “Susan, how long do you cook your watermelon preserves?” and Ma would tell her and I’d get hungry all over again. Newt’d push back in his chair and sigh and say, “For a while I didn’t think the food was going to hold out, but thank goodness! it ie.” Nobody would, except me. Some way or other I could always manage a few. After dinner we’d go out and sit under the water maple and Newt would open his vest and say it wasn’t manners, but It was comfort, and Pa’d say, “That’s what counts.” It wouldn’t be long till the men were sleepy, hardly talking at aU, their heads now and then jerking for ward. The women never seemed to get sleepy. A team would top the hill and we would all try to be first to tell who it was. ’The company would say, “It looks like So-and-So.” Pa would say, “It’s not his team. It must be a stranger.” Then Newt would say, “A mover passed my house yesterday,” and Pa would say, “There’s a lot of changes taking place.” The men would continue to come closer; by this time the women would be in the door. 'Then Pa would say, “That’s Jim Vert! He’s breaking in a new horse. That’s the reason we didn’t know him.” Pa was good at spotting peo ple. Then Pa’d go out to the road and call, “Do you want to come in, Jim?” ”I can’t, Amos. I’m breaking a flUy.” “You’d better stop, Jim. We’re going to weigh.” Jim would be tempted. “I’d sure like to, but I better not. You know how a filly is the first time you drive her.” Pa understood. After Jim’d gone, Ma would say, "I don’t think he ought to break on the Sabbath.” A bit later Pa would say, “Do you want to guess on the stock. Newt?” Of course the company did, and so the men and me would start to the pasture. As they walked along. Pa would say, "Are you having any trouble there’d be an extra wagon tlie BlSl’ drive lot and a buggy, or two; be some of the neighbors have come across the fields on F They’d be coming toward the *" - lot, laughing and talking, the wo® a little behind. totH* Everybody would crowd up ' his head to get a fly off, or *' a foot. Suddenly one of the * would make a dash and bumP against another, the way penned c tie do. Then he’d stand still the saliva running a little faster- “What do you say. Newt?” would ask. “You saw their ' you ought to come pretty close. That was a sly dig, because N® was not much of a steer guess*' But he was a natural-born anU man. No one could beat him it came to mules. Even if he couldn’t guess g®®^) Newt always made a ceremony ® it. He would turn his head from S", to side and pull his chin and squi® ' sometimes he'd get over the and try to run his Angers alonS backbone to see how firm the was. “Write that whiteface down 1®'. 650.” We’d pick out three or four steers and head them for the scale lot. with Russian thistles?” and Newt would say, “I’m having one heU of a time.” There would be a silence, because that had slipped. And I would think of him, not two hours ago, addressing God. Life was hard to understand. Pa would say, “Is your jack serv ing many mares?” and Newt would say, “Two yesterday.” Real man talk now. “Do you guarantee to stand and suck?” Pa would ask. TTien Newt would say, "I wouldn’t do business on any other platform.” “That’s right.” Pa would say. Pa was always for the square deal. “Have you got any Bangs’ disease?” “Yes, I have,” Newt would ad mit, “You want to be careful. It’s hard to handle once it gets start ed." “I sure know it." “If you have both Bangs' disease and mastitis, you’re in a bad way.” 'Tve got ’em both,” Newt would say, then Pa would give him advice. And nine times out of ten, Pa’d be right. He was a good farmer. “Your pasture looks short, don’t it, Amos?” Newt would ask. “I’m getting a lot of dog fennel,” Pa would say. .“The only thing that’ll eat it is sheep,” Newt would say. Ma would put it down. One by one the men would gu®®*' Pa last. There’d be a little sile®®®’ because he was the best guesser a®" knew the cattle. “I can see pounds.” Then the women would guess, ho'® of laughing, because nobody expo® ' ed much from them. One of the men would open scale gate and the steer would a dash, thinking he was getti®® away, then see the other gate a®'* have to pull up short. More whi'® clover drippings. Pa would run the marker up a®*^ down till the beam was steady, tbo® put on his glasses and annou®"® the weight. What a shout would g® up! More codding than ever. Wbat a disgrace to be low man. He’d hav® to make all sorts of excuses like he could of guessed closer, only h® wanted to give somebody else a chance. Then they’d read the women * guesses. More laughing now. Guesses would be placed on an other steer and he’d make a dash thinking too, that he was free. Finally all the steers would he through and Ma would announce who was winner. Usually it was P®' He had to appear modest, so he “ say, “I got them up and weigheij them yesterday.” Then a moment o' seriousness. “They’ve got some blackleg '® Hughes Township,” one of the men would say. A silence. When everybody was feeling Pa would say, at just the right m®' ment, “I’U go out to the patch and see if I can’t locate a melon.” Thi® would make them laugh and 'he silence that had vibrated for a m®' ment would be gone. They’d all walk to the house, the men in one bunch and the women in another, and Pa and I would g® '® the cave and bring up the melon*- Ma would put on her apron and pass around plates and knives, and forks and saltcellars. Pa would take the butcher knife and stand its point on a melon, with everybody watch ing and knowing a big moment had come. Down would go the knife- crack! ’’Why, it’s full of seeds!” P® would say with pretended disgust. It wouldn’t be long till everybody’d be eating, the women sitting ®® chairs and the men planted along the porch edge. I’d have to collect the rinds and carry them to the chicken yard and put them down- good side up. Then 1 would skip back, so as not to miss any of the talk. ITie porch and yard became a sort of Grange, as we exchanged ideas and caught up on the news. Mr. Trullinger was going to have » public sale the fourteenth, Lawson Scott was going to witch for a stock well, and So-and-So had applied for job as Knabb teacher. About choring time, they’d leave and, as they drove away, lonesome* ness hung in the air. Then we would change our clothes, feed the stock, get the milk buckets and start down across the corncobs. After the chores were finished. Ma would get supper and we’d draw up our chairs to the kitchen table- I But no blessing, because It was only cold mush and milk and oilcloth. We would go into the sitting room and Ma would take the paper bag off the chimney and light the lamp, and we would talk over everything i that had happened, and exchange I (Liuase turn to Rage -ij K- ffiti fence and look at the steers . the white clover saliva falling ® of their mouths. A steer would t __ ito®'P iteer® UP 'Dll h s '’'til >t' !«it- ■Is A Si V' a * 3 S /M
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