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Pa^e Two THE HYDE COUNTY HERALD, SWAN QUARTER. N. C. THURSDAY, JAN. 4,it9^ Hyde County Herald PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY Al SWAN QUARTER. WORTH CAROLINA, BY TIMES PRINTING CO., Inc. THOS. E. SPENCER Editor IN COMMON CAUSE 0 Jhtered 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, JANUARY 4,1045 NO' 18 HYDE DOES IT AGAIN Hiyde County has gone over the top in another bond drive. According to a press announcement by Chairman M. A Matthews of Engelhard, the county topped its $6^000 quota by $44,405.75, with sales totaling $106,405.75. The Sixth War Loan organization and the people who bought the bonds are to be congratulated on a job well done. Hyde continues to keep up its good record of buying its bond quotas in the Loan drives. INTEREST IN AIRCRAFT f Interest has been shown in recent editorials in the Her ald regarding an airport for Hyde County. We are glad to note this and hope that some hard knocking will be done to ward getting a landing field in the county. Several citizens have expressed the opinion that future growth of the county’s tourist business in the post-war days will hinge on competing with other hunting areas in modern means of transportation. These people feel that every effort »hould be made to get an airfield in Hyde. One thing should be kept in mind. This, or no other worthwhile thing, will come ot the county without hard work. The burden will have to be carried by a few and as in all *uch cases, there will be opposition on the part of some and a disinterest on the part of others. And, while State and Fed eral aid should be sought, the first effort and the greatest ef fort must be made locally. By COLLIER My SON JUST GOT TNE SIIA/ER STAR- 'w. AMD MIME “TWe PURPLE flEARr. Cupe HOMER. ^CROY (g)w.N.u. Service CHAPTER VIII i ^ I The right of ownership is more important than ownership itself. SOME FRONT FIGHT Mankind from the dawn of titme has had to wage a con tinuous warfare for survival. Throughout the countless years the aerth has circled the sun there always has been bound closely to human experience the vital need of alertness to danger . . , whether the threat be occasioned by animal ferocity, human greed or the insensate aggression of a ter- ible disease. Infantile paralysis just last summer struck America the hardest blow the nation has sustained in the histpry of the disease in 28 years. However, through the public’s fore thought in contributing dimes and dollars to the fight against infantile paralysis, a great program of epidemic aid was put into motion immediately. North Carolina, New York, Kentucky, Virginia, Pennsyl vania—to these and other stricken states The National Foun dation for Infantile Paralysis sent doctors, nurses, physical therapy technicians, as well as respirators, supplies and fi nancial aid. ■ Because of the lertness of that organization and its Chap ters, the best of medical care was rendered every victim, re gardless of age, race, creed or color. Your dimes and dollars helped make that possible. It is a good thought to' bear in mind during the 1945 March of Dimes, January 14-31, held in celebration of the President’s birthday. THE HOMEFOLKS COUNT MOST I We once knew a country merchant who bought an ad-| vertisement in a newspaper published 250 miles from hist town, because a smart salesman approached him. When ■ j twitted about it, the merchant said, it made folks think he ' was a big merchant and helped his credit. i ! That merchant knew little about the value of advertis-! ing. In the first place advertising is planned to increase' business, and this is done by making a firm or a product bet- I ter known to those who will buy. Clearly, a merchant’s cus- j I tomers are those who are near enough to buy from him. These ! are the ones he must reach. i , Truthful and well planned advertising i nthe home news- i paper keeps constantly before the public, the name of the' firm. It does not permit them to forget when to find what they need. It reaches the ones it ought to reach, and it is ; not money wasted. Often we hear a merchant say he has spent so much in advertising, and hasn’t seen any benefits. What he should say is he has donated to various schemes , from which no advertising results may be expected. ■ I One’s best friends, be he individual or merchant are those I who live nearby. In time of distress it is they who render. : aid. Throughout the year, it is the homefolks whose trade keeps things going, and keeps the community alive. ; WILL FREEDOM SURVIVE VICTORY? Another year of war has drawn to a close. Volumes of rhetoric will be written about the awful destruction of the past twelve months. Puny efforts will be made to describe the suffering of the men of the armed forces, who face death day after day, year after year, far from home and loved ones. Actually, there are no words that can adequately sum up 1944, the most critical year in American history. The astounding thing about the home front is the fact that except for the families of service men, it lives normally ■ and has no conception of the horrors of war. Communiques from Washington on the price of toilet paper or some other trivial item fill countless columns in the press. Social se curity planning, “full” employment and dizzy talk of a con tented postwar world, with all the worries assumed by a benevolent government, arise from the American scene like a haze from a swamp. Clear, unqualified thought on the sub ject of personal freedom, is almost totally lacking. As the war moves on, country after country sees the spectre of oppression and government by small cliques loom larger and darker over the world. The United States is no exception to this trend. Much of our postwar planning is a crazy mixture of individual initiative and bureaucratic pa ternalism. The conflist between those who believe in state socialism and would have the government take over basic industries, and those who believe in the superiority of pri vately owned enterprises, has led to rash promises. Many on both sides apparently believe that the crux of the issue is a full stomach, with the result that a material value has been put on freedom. Each side has striven to outpromise rXhe other until it has become rank heresy to suggest that ^~iere may at times be lean going in the future. ^ Millions expect government to furnish them jobs, to guar- J.ajitee peacetime prices, to protect them from the insecurity of . jt-* mpetition. They should remember that the more they k of government, the less freedom they will have. If gov ernment ends by owning most of industry and employing -1 icist of the people as well as regulating the lives of the re- __^i.iainder, freedom will become a mockery. As Robert S; Hen- . ry, eminent writer and historian, observes: “The right of noncomformity is ultimately the most im- iK’rfant of human rights, but I doubt if it can long exist in- dkpendently of the right of priate property. wAiter all, the m.m who owns nothing, and has no hope of owning anything ^-lor himself, is under a terrible handicap in expressing un- Arammeled individuality. He is without a place for his foot 4p stand upon, in opposition to the conforming forces of the ^eiDectivistic state.” Our people could lose everjdhing of material value as the Mice of victory in this war and still have a bright future. let too much government destroy the freedom and ...i jC I U.ii. :C. . ' HERE ARE THE REASONS ' FOR LIMING FARM SOIL I Where soils are acid because I of a lack of lime, iron and alumi- ! num go into solution and keep j the plant from getting the neces- ■ sary phosphate. Where lime is . added to neutralize some of the soil acids, calcium and magnesium are provided for the plant. Also, the phosphate applied to the soil can be used by the plant. Where too much lime is added, disease i ! may be worse and some plants' I may die. Also such plant foods j as manganese, boron, and iron cannot be used by the plant. The grower who plans to apply more than one ton of limestone per acre should first obtain a free soil test and learn his lime re quirements,, say Extension spec ialists at State College. A pot of parsley on the window sill is not only useful for seasoning winter dishes but decorative as well because of its bright green curly leaves. Of all the seasoning herbs, parsley is probably the easiest to grow indoors. OUR DEMOCRACY- by Mai Astitch in time saves nine Alii ,!il ill II, i. Every wife and mother knows that MENDING A SMALL HOLE A/OH/ INSTEAD OF A LARGE ONE LATER MAT SAVE THE SOCK-CERTAINLY gives IT MANY TIMES THE USEFUL WEAR. in nil We au. know that it's the small sums SAVED TOOAY RATHER THAN THE LARGE ^MS WE MEAN TO SAVE TOMORROW THAT eSTASUSH OUR SECURITY FDR THE YEARS AHEAD, The hardest thing of all was to get from the gjound into the wagon, for the lines must be held tight and the whole thing managed slowly and artfully, for the mules would stand more or less quietly, not knowing what to make of it all. Some way or other. Newt would get in and when he was in he would ease up on the lines and then suddenly slap them—and out of the gate the wagon would go. My job was to swing on the end of the wagon and get up in it, and there we would be. Newt and the mules and I. The mules didn’t like this strange monster rattling and clanking along behind them and their ears would be tossing back and forth, pretty well convinced ev erything was not right, but wanting to get a little better size-up of it. Newt had a theory that no mule was any good until he had run away; couldn’t trust hiiji, he said. So he believed in taking the twig and bend ing it early. Suddenly Newt would give the front of the wagon a kick and let off an ear-splitting yell. The effect this had on the mules was astonishing. Their heads would go forward and their ears would go back and down the road they would start at full speed, with the wagon rattling and swaying and leaping behind. The faster they ran the better he liked it; and so did I, although my heart was in my mouth. We always dreaded to meet any body, but, such is human nature, we always hoped we would. A neighbor, jogging along in his buggy, could see us half a mile away; certainly he could hear us a mile. And when he saw the wagon tearing toward him, he would pull his team on the side of the road, then leap out and take his horses by the bits. Past him we would go, the wagon bouncing and rattling, and the man’s own horses trembling in their traces as if the crack of doom had burst in their ears. Now and then we would meet a man with a load of hogs; the poor soul would have to pull over and he and the hogs would have to take their chances. Some times, it seemed to me, the width of a pencil mark lay between us and the other wagon, but in some mirac ulous way we always got past, and would leave the hog hauler mutter ing frightful curses. Newt knew mules and when they had run far enough and were tired enough, he would reach over and pull on the brake. The mules would have to go into their collars, then; but Newt was only beginning, for he would set off another kick and whoop. The mules would dart for ward, but with far less enthusiasm than the first Jart. Afterwhile he would get out his whip and lay it on their backs and away they would go; shorter this time. Just as they would want to fall into a walk, he would fiourish his whip again and again they would trot off. And each time they slacked in their running, just that much closer was Newt to mastery. At last, we would come home, the brake off and the mules tired, their ears pitching hardly at all. There would be a little fiurry when we tried to unhitch them, but not much. Then to the watering trough and a good feed of corn in the stable. And there Newt would stand, giving them love pats as they chomped, and talking to them as if they were children. This wild ride was not only once, but many times each fall, for Newt bought mule colts and broke them; or he brought range mules and broke them. This was smarter than it might possibly seem, for “broke” mules brought from $10 to $20 a pair more than ungentled mules. Not only did he get the money, but he also got the fun. And the very peo ple who had denounced him when they had seen him coming down the road, would wish they could get the fun out of things that Newt could. I liked Newt because he liked fun and 'oecause he wrote the One-Horae Farmer. Sometimes I would think, if I were writing the One-Horse Farmcri the kind of items I would send in. er and busier. There would oe rolls of batten and piles of cloth, and out would come the rag bag we had been keeping all year, and Phebe would hunt through it and lay out in little piles the odds and ends for the crazy quilt. She would come to a piece and show it to my mother and their voices would fall. My mother would sit a moment, thinking, then go to the bureau in the spare room and get the wooden box that held Pa’s wedding gloves and take out a piece of dress goods. “I believe I’ll put it in,” she would i.'ig The •'edging-' ''T, rnf ducking about twice as wide f* A ■ 01 ' , hand which ran the length pole; to this the quilt was while it was in process of co®® m crub tion. I would have to - poles carefully so as not edging wet. More work. have to be so careful with the could give them a slosh of wate a few quick rubs and be jpst •’Now you can lean them the fence and let ’em dry.” * lean them promptly. We’d be up early on the ixcit®- say. her voice very low now. be cause the piece was part of a dress that had belonged to my sister who had died before I was born. “Do you want to embroider her name?” Phebe would ask, and my mother would nod. "I’ll chalk it for you,” Phebe would say and would go and get her style book and take the piece of > chalk I had brought home from school and make a fancy capital A, and the rest of the name Alice in small letters. Ma would take her silk thread and begin to stitch along the chalk marks. After a while Pa would come in and Ma would hold it up and he would say, “I’m glad it’s going in.” In going through the rag brg, Phebe would bring out a piece, “It’s part of Homer’s dress. Do you want it to go in, Aunt?” I could hardly believe I had ever been so little I had to wear a dress. But there it was. “I want it to go in,” my mother would say and in it would go, be cause our crazy quilt was an al bum of the Croy family. The rag bag was a turning point. All year things had been going into it; if_ they went into it there was never any doubt about them. They were headec^ straight for the crazy quilt. But some things hung in the balance, still good enough to wear, but just on the verge of going into the crazy quilt. Phebe would go to the closet in her room and bring back a dress and A'A'A", v/y “It’s the one I Mary’s wedding.” wore to sister In November Phebe would say, "Aunt, don't you ‘think It i» about time to have the quilting party?” She would never say « beeanae we had one each year. My mother would say, "Yes, I thiiik It is- Go ahead and get things ready.” My mother always had charge of the Sunday dinners, swimming par ties, sausage making, and so on. but Phebe was the quilter in our family and Quilting Day belonged to her. She was the best quilter in the neighborhood and was immensely proud of her ability. A thousand things bad to be done. Cloth and thread and cotton had to be bought. “Homer, will you bring home some chalk?” she would say. Word would be sent to the neigh bor* we were to have our quilting on a ec-fpi-' dav »rid. an hold it up and say, “Aunt, do you think it ought to go in?” Ma would examine it and say. “I expect it better. Styles change so fast these days you probably can’t ever use it again.” “It’s the one I wore to Sister Mary’s wedding,’’ Phebe would say a little choked, because Mary had married and Phebe hadn’t. She would spread the dress on the table and cut out a piece under a pocket where it hadn’t faded. “Do you want to put in anything of Blanche’s?” she would say as the scissor* made grating noises on the table. ■’Yes,” Mother would say. •’I’ve got something,” Ma said and went to her own private box and came bach with a campaign ribbon with Pierce and Breckenridge print ed on it. and smoothed it with her fingers. “Do you think It’s strong enough?” “rii stitch a back ow it," Phebe said. “Then I’d like it to go In." The day before the quilting, Phebe would say, “Homer, I want you to wash off the franaes.” More work for me. Always more work tor me. That's the way it seemed, 1 would gu to the stnokehouse and get out the wooden frames. Two X's made the end pieces; when set up they were held together by two poles which were two or . three feet longer than tiie average quilt, 1 would get a bucket of soap and wa ter and begin to scrub the frames, but no sooner wojiW 1 start than Phebe would come trottix»e out. p- 'f’Ui gr. ;Uij i.'C-V •■ the quilting, and a kind of ment would vibrate over the » ^ I liked it, even if it meant work. ti' “Homer, I want you to 8' y, stove going,” Phebe would More work. Sometimes the parlor would® used all winter. But it was on ing Day. If a woman had her ing in her everyday living ^ she’d have to have a pretty g®®® cuse or b* talked about. .jj By nine o’clock the firs* would show up, then a surrey * .( ause it wouldn’t d® | appear, because in a wagon on a stylish day ild* quilting; pretty toon, Mrs. Knabb would come over Ih* j I of the hill in her sidesaddle. ® would have to dash out and bol® horse close to a surrey step * could get down. ,f. Haying and threshing and e®j,j. seed hulling and road-work longed to the men. But Q® ^gs Day belonged to the women. * all right for a man to deliv® jg wife at a quilting, but he had luld- to work, because work wa® important than manners, h ''jfst tremendous honor to be the woman at the frames. as' There, in the middle of the floof' would be the frames with the q®' lilt- and to-be strung between them, an- cotton batten between the lengths of cloth. The cloth be stitched to the edging, but tVhe® quilt hadn’t been tightened, id all was ready, one woman take hold of one ratchet wl ■heel aP' Id another woman would take p. the other ratchet wheel and would dash up and down the giving the cotton the last sni®® „|” out, then she would say, ‘‘Tight®®, and the women would begin twis itia^ the ratchet wheels. A wooden t tong®j fitted into the teeth of a whee ^ each time the tongue fell 1^ ° , tl>e click. It was a hard job to g® ;; quilt started just right, because was slewed, the whole thing ^ gj be collywobbled and no S® work would ever get it straig Phebe would dash up and d®''^ggg. frames, tightening pins and 1® ing threads, and having one "J® tighten and -another loosen un ^ y quilt was finally squared on right. “Fasten!” she would o and the women would P®® jjjgjr wooden tongues down so wouldn’t fiy loose and cause no of trouble. . ^ Phebe would take the advert' yardstick from Eversole’s an ready to “lay off” the quilt i® onals. Two women would tak of the yardstick to steady jg( everybody would grow hushe a ticklish moment had ** ing the chalk, Phebe would j ijiakinS I th® of If get away as fast as he ®°®‘'^o\va he went to the house and sat jg with the womenfolks and be sociable, they’d have run out with brooms. No man right mind would go near the h° It wasn’t proper for the sit around and visit: get right along the yardstick, straight white line on the clot was for the women to seW and so that the quilt, when n® would have fine, even diamo® As soon as enough ‘fj tali® were down, the women wou up their needles, put on gipe® hies, and begin to quilt, four on one side, the same ®®'^ go the other. Up and down W® the needles, snip-snip WOUW scissors. 11160 the wome® visit, the neighborhood new* Phebe wsa the leader. esked her how she wanted hl ^^4 w how she wanted that t® tell them, now and then ot show how she turned a put in * rabbit ear. M* wa»® portant today. When the row ot whiW flnislied, Phebe would •ay* j we can turn now,” The pjjeM j go to Uie ratchet wheels would say, "Roa" and "jittl* wheels would move and ® „oip' wooden tongues click; then th en would go back and take up (S® needles. _ ITie other women would b* sitting room visiting, or be'P in the kitchen. But that until the quilter* got tired. jjt- theti one of the women ^ th* ting room would get up an® • «ou’** trames and say. "I expec gf tired, Mr*. Kennedy. I'H plase for a while.”
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