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' \ \ ' Nobody's Business Written for The Chronicle by Geo MeGee, Copyright, 1P28. 1 COM K TO FLAT KOCH . rmiss Jennie veeve smith, our afTicient scholl tceeher, has asked me to * have her prog rum printed in the paper for her entertainment which will be hell by her and her pupills in the so ho II audytorium next friday j night and the curting will he pulled up at 7 p. m,i her program follows: (PROGRAM 1 1. a song: by the class to be led by judie sue Cuark, grand darter of mike Clark, rfd> entitled "don't spill no lusses on my Poor," by koziusko. 2. a fan dance by minorvy Clark, another grand darter of mike (Mark, rfd, accompanied by the flat rock Strang band of 4 peaces including 2 Addles, (n. b. clothes will be wore by the fan dancer, so plese don't crowd.) 3. a farm and skirt dance will bo; done by n^iss jenttie veeve smith, her- J self in person, accompanied by mr. I jerry green on his a-cordion and joe I redford on his mouth organ and juice I harp and mike Clark, rfd, and his wash board. 4. a Song will be sung by mr: mike Clark, rfd, entitled: "have you a little n. r. a. in yore home?" he will be accompanied by miss sallie veeve smith who will sing tenner and dode burkins who vvill sing alto and he will sing all of the ballance his- I self. ? if. a pianner solo will lm played on the organ .accompanied by 2 fiddles and 1 banjer and 1 gittnr and 3 singers, as followers: mr. mike Clark, I rfd, jerry Clark, docie Clark, and sallie miie and maysie lee Clark, all reppersenting a swiss sceen in ittaly. I f?. a speech will be made near the close by mr. mike Clark, rfd, and his subject will be as followers: "where! do the farmer come in or get out." (p. s. this is expected to be the most powerful nggerculture tnlk over made in the flat rock section, and noboddy I with a green of sense should miss I same.) tlie admission price to the full show is only clO to grown folks uccompan- I iod by their ehildrens and c.r> for childrens including all scludl ehildrens I and r. f. o. worker's ehildrens. come one, come ever'hoddy. yores trulie, mike Clark, rfd. curry spondent. , ASPIRATIONS OF YOI'TII ..My life has been full of disappoint-I merits. When I was 10 years old, I wanted to be a carpenter. I knew of I nothing more interesting than driv- I ing nails and sawing boards. 1 tried hammering one (lay though, ant) wound up with 2 thumb inula mi suing and I knee slightly sawed. . .The next time my ambition awoke I wanted to make Ash bankets to >< 11. I enjoyed watching an old negro on our farm making oak-split Ash baskets and that's what I wanted to do. He sold them for a^ much an 10 cents when he found a sucker with more than a quarter. ..At 1:5, my life's desire was to clerk in a 'store, walk around behind the counter, nibble on a stick of candy occasionally, wrap,up coffee, sugar ami shoe blacking, and open the cash drawer, drop in a dime and ..plain it to, and hear that bell ring. 'Clerks got as much as $20.00 a month back then and had the pleasure of sleeping in the store. ..I couldn't imagine/anything nicer than being a clerk who slept in the store, Just think of eating all the sardines and oysters you could hold after everybody had gone home. A store always smelt good to me anyhow. Folks who worked in stores stood pretty high in our community; there were only 2 stores in the town which was 4 mil^s from home, and each store had a clerk. But neither of these clerks ever quit or died, so I didn't get on. ..Clerks didn't have anything to do back then except sweep up the store, make fires in the stove, open up all the goods and mark the prices on them, tote the freight from the depot, or haul it in a wheel-barrow, buychickens'and put them in the A'oop, feed them and water them, and later on?box them up and ship them off to market. He waited on the trade all day, and didn't have to close up until nearly midnight. ..Clerks always smelt better than other folks. They would squirt a little bit of cologne on them from a bottle in the show case and would wash themselves with sweet scented soap and let the suds dry on them. They had access to all comforts, such as underwear, fancy socks, neck ties, as they could get them at wholesale arid not pay for them at all. I never got any of the jobs I wanted, but Anally took anything I could get, and later on, learned to telegraph and kept that up till it looked like I was going to. be turned off, and then I quit railroading and got me a store of my own and it has been running me half the time ever since. CRAZY TALK ..Different things run different kinds of people crazy. In a certain insane asylum there are 5,7<>8 patients, all more or less nutty plus. Reasoning i from the ground on up, I'd say the ; following list should tell pretty well i what caused these citizens to become u nbalancod: A. 850 of this crowd went crazy ; while waiting on farm relief. i B. 125 let insanity overtake them while trying to pass big trucks and f buses on the public highway. That's j enough to drive all of us crazy. . ('. Wrong numbers succeeded in ^ making 172 perfectly sensible persons batty. j I). 125 men lost their minds try- 1 ir.g to button the collars on the 08 cent shirts that their washerwomen J had starched. K. Traffic lights drove 000 men and women to the bug-house; this is one of the principal causes of the increase in craziness during the past 5 years. F 110 men went cuckoo trying to make ul their income tax return.-. <,. <22 eal r.ice women lost their bra.?; facilities or. acvount of >r.??r,ng I! '.'.'I n.eV. w.n :.it- be, au-ej 1 *. i r . 'nak' :.? A f ? 4 i * A . ; " ' .4 ? . \ . , ( . . . ,. . \% ... t -11 a-; '* ,IM nv ' 4 ;? \ * " . Y ? \ ; I t tel. .1 l.'s; nit?-, and women !o-t tr.e.rj ba.an ' a. cur.t of bridge parties, j a:n; g hu-band's tricks. and v:>? . cr<i; ar.,i wailing on Centra! to j .u.-wer. j K. >52 retail grocer- became m* n - , tally unbalanced by listening at cus- j tonur- sayung: "Charge it?111 pay j vim i i \t Saturday.'" They went crazy the following Saturday nigh' at j m dnigr.t-- whin nobody paid anybody j nothing. L. 1". w tuner, and children went ot.ny ti \.ng to work cross-word i nuzzles and ponr.g over jig-saws. [ | M. 743 men became violent up-j stairs after working 3 years trying J Dream Calls Pastor To Lynches Creek "I hail a dream whrch wu? not all a dream."?Byron's "Darkness." While tho wind sends its plaintive melody through the tree-tops of a quiet little church yard near Lynches ( reek (east of Jefferson, S, C.) a stately tombstone bears art inscription that sings in its own sad way the breathless story of a dream that gave this church its being. This stone Is the marker of the grave of the Kev. George Pope, a native of Virginia, who, commended by a strange dream, found his way to this alrnpnt forsaken little spot of South Carolina ands bounded Flat Creek Baptist church. In HM>9- this monument was erected by the Sunday school in memory of the minister who founded the little church. It bears a detailed account of the dream that "was pot all a dream," and sent this humble field worker into the heart of God's work in a section that was yet to be made. Like a cry out of the night came the simple command: "Go to Lynches Creek and preach." In- answer the man put aside his tools to follow t e call that sent him along a road familiar to him only by objects that he had seen in his dream, hringmg h.m at last to his work as a messenger of G0d. . In 1776, immediately following the first sermon he hud ever preached, Mr. Pope organized Flat Creek Baptist church and preached there until his death. He was the first 'person to be buried in the little cemetery. But now, comrades that came after him and served the little church he founded, rest with him beneath the common sod. ; The full text of the inscription on the monument is printed below: "To the memory of Rev. George Pope, a Baptist preacher, who lived in the lower part of Virginia and the upper part of North Carolina and who had a dream to go to Lynches Creek and preach. As it was only a dream he did not heed it and later t he had the same dream, but he paidno attention to it *s it .was only.*' dream. Soon his stock, began to nie, still he did not go. Once when he went to his wheat field and found frost had killed all his wheat he cried out in despair, 'Lord, what shall I do?' A voice of deep impression replied: 'Go to Lynches Creek and preach.' He went home, saddled his horse and started, not knowing which way to. go but knew he was tight > seeing objects that he had seen in the dream. The next day he went to the little log house where services were being held. At the conclusion he arose and said that he' was going to preach. The effect was such as had never been seen in the country before. The theme of his preaching was that it is dangerous to lay down to sleep a sinner. The people followed him ,nd gave,him a call to preach. Tnis was bn July 1. 1776. He organized Flat Creek Baptist church July 4. 1776, moved his family here and ,reached until he died, being the first , H'rson to be buried here. Some years , after the death of Rev. Pope, Joseph L'opeland, a Baptist preacher, dreamHi that he must go and cut down the saplings which had grown up in the icld cleared by Mr. PoPe."-Mrs. Paul Wright in Johnston Herald. Poison Nutrition Proves Fattening Klkin. N. C.. OH. 28.-F.lkin rats probablv thought it was Christmas. Each year the town is pestered with"" rodents?the monstrous type known as the wharf rats which defy all methods of extermination exvept a blast from a shotgun?and so, when a man came along offering suretire rat poison, the city fathers bit, and hoped the rats would do likewise lat?r. K?r three Week- the "Poi>on was spread about for the rodent-' : asts. , h; i < we- k- the rats grew . ...k, ! a-.; fa-ter. The c.t> fatla r> , ... . , -r. g ? a - wr-.vg. night : : t .1 L..t . ^ " i * a . I r.i .} a. ./ a,' -a-ent > .e - ' J. .. , . ? ft- gav.? >t a.- a v\: i ke to g" their t , ... ;.u i the Arm a men: tirm- at Shalle Kng; ,r,i. are now engage! :n mak g big 'ur-.s ami armor plate for th- new w-arsh n- p. o\ tded in Kngiarai - new naval building program. ta feed a family and 2 mules by growing 7-cent cotton and I'd lol'.ai seed. N. All of the eithors lo-t their mental equilibrium from drir.k.ng homadc hootch, gambling in cott.-n futures. paying their wives hil.-. waiting for dividends on ml s^ock-. water on the brain, water :n the coffee, late breakfasts, sand in turnip greens, and trying to collect debts from folks who own a car and run a family on a 12-doilar-n - week saiary. (That makes a full house.) Llewellyn / <-//* siory \ To Son of Commander At the installation services of the American Legion officers and officers of the legion Auxiliary held in Columbia on Friday night of last week, A, Stanley Llewellyn, presented Hobson Hilton's legion button to the son of the late commander, in the following simple language: In presenting to Young Hilton the lad's father's past commander' button, Mr, Llewellyn placed a Legion cap on the boy's head and, holding him tenderly as he stood orv the table, unfolded to him in simple language a story of heroic heritage. "Richmond," he said, "I want to tell you a story, and all these folks here want me to tell it to you, so I will have to talk louder than 1 would if you and 1 went sitting together in a small room. "You know many years ago, way over across the water, Germany and France and other nations got into a big war, and after several years our president, Mr. Wilson at that time, felt that in order to save the world, America, your country and mine, should go in, and you know Mr. Wilson then called on all the big, healthy boys in this country to enlist. "All kinds of boys came, good boys, bad boys, young boys and some old men. There were some that were rich and some that were poor, but they all came and together they all became bigger and better men because they were serving their country and this flag. "Now I want to tell you what becampk of those boys. Some of them were killed way over in France, some died, others had their arms shot off and their legs shot off, some lost their eyesight and couldn't see, others came home sick from that big war. "Your daddy was one of the boys who went over the big ocean to the war, and he was one of the bravest soldiers in all the United States. He was decorated for big things he had done, and when he came back he Ubined this bunch of boys who wanted to be good citizens in time of peace, and he worked hard all the time to do these things that the Legion started to do at first. "Finally he became our leader, he was the head of this state department. We called him commander. He worked hard and he worried about it, as all the men do who have to lead, and he got a lot of members and he went around and talked *and he did a lot of nice things. "Then one day God. called him home where all the boys are who died and were killed in the war, and he is up there in heaven, and tonight if God hadn't called him home he would have this badge, which is the past department commander's badge. "I just think he is looking clown on his little Richmond tonight as I pin on this badge in the presence of all., these people, and he is just spying, I hope my son, Richmond, will grow up to be a big brave strong man, and I hope that all the Legionnaires will carry on and do what they set out to do in the beginning. "So, Richmond, that is the little story 1 wanted to tell you, and I want to pin this badge on you, and you must always keep it because your daddy earned it because of his hard work in the American Legion." B. M. Lee, with whom the boy makes his home, was called upon. He said that he was trying to carry I ^ (. out the words of a fetter he received from Mr. Hilton two years ago: "Bring up my boy right, that he can be a man." Commander Foster told briefly his mental picture of Kirk Hilton. He saw him in 1017 as a country boy, answering the call of his country. One, a9 he said, in four million. He then saw him return to his native land in 1017, after service in France, one of the immortals of the war?wearing the highest decoration within the gift of the United States, and medals from half a dozen other nations. No higher tribute, he said, to be paid than that inscribed on his medal of honor: "For courage displayed in face of an armed enemy over and above the call of duty" . . . And he repeated "over and above the call of duty. What more could one do?" Mr. Foster then pictured Commander Hilton in peace time?modest and retiring despite his great honors?a soldier in peace as in war. He then said that one of Hilton's ambitions was to have $1,000 of the department's deficit paid off during his administration and it was with pride that he handed to Commander Schwartz that amount of money raised by voluntary subscriptions made by Legionnaires carrying out a quiet campaign started by Commander Hilton before his death., The assemblage stood in silence for a minute in memory of the late commander. Louis E. Koenig, 49, unemployed florist of St. Louis, is charged with obtaining by fraud a $2.10 meal ticket from the citizens relief committee and faces a maximum sentence of $1,000 or a year in jail. It was shown that Koenig had a deposit in a bank of $12. Dixie Trick Profitable I At Chicago World Fair I Greensboro, N. C., Oct. 28.?Four-1 teen-year-old Ralph Faison, Jr., wentl! to the World's Fair, spent all his II money on the sideshows, and then be-1 came a sideshow himself to roplenish I; his funds. H Young Faison was on a tour ar-lj ranged by the Y. M. C. A. and, when the boys started home, they sadly I contemplated depleted funds. v I Then Faison had an idea. ! Everybody around was wearing I shoes. The lad recalled that, at H home, he had gone barefooted all his Ij life, even in cold weather. His feet I were tough as leather. With the I help of his companions, he prepared 11 a sign. " "Burning cigarette and cigar I stumps put out with bare feet." I ! That seemed to panic 'em. - ! j The boys made a circle and Faison H stood in the middle. A crowd gath- I ered. The charge for stamping outlj cigar stumps was 10 cents, 5 cents H for cigarette stubs. j j A man started the ball rolling and lj Faison calmly put out the fire. More Ij stubs fell in. the circle and more 11 money fell in a hat. The lad used his I j big toe, his heel, vthe ball of his foot. I, Later" the money was counted. I Eleven dollars. : j "That's enough," said one, so the 11 side show silently folded its human I j tent and stole quietly away in the I night back to Dixie.' n j * The dollar dropped to new low lev- Ij els in foreign exchange yesterday, as I the United States government raised Ij the price of gold brought to a new Ij high level of $32.84, up 17 cents from I Saturday. ; | ? vo'.v Good} cat All-Wcnthm >i.>p c;irs "7f.i 'kit t li.in smooth oh! tii. s .irul (pin kit than any other new tins! The ipperlest, most danSit' toi t driving season Is ahead ? get your car on tight gripping new Goodyears now?avoid regrets! A gc eratlon of use proves the All-Weather the safest and host non-skid tread? let ns show you why! GOODYEAR At L-WEATHER Wor J'* First- S-T20 Choice Tire. M ,, a tjp ?Ie?* TRADE-IN allowance. Carolina Motor Co. 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