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The Davie Record DAVIB COUNTY’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER--THE PAPER THE P^JOPLE HEAD *WERE SHALL THE P R «^. THE PEOPLE'S RIGHTS MAINTAIN; UNAWED BY INFLUENCE AND UNBRIBED BY GAIN ' VOLUMN XLIX. MOCKSVILLE. NORTH CAROLINA, WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 5 . 1949. NtTM BER 23 NEWS OF LONG AGO Dear Jesas, I Am Disappointed heard.’’ She couldn’t help saying -§ 6 6 0 A l o o g M a W S t r C C t SUBURBANITE sitting at his “That was false news, dear,” he By The Street RaipMer. window one evening casually said. "Do you think—hut you sures What Was Happening In Da* A ^ Tired Today called to his wile: "Ttiere goes that iy know now! I tried to find you, 00000 vie Parking Meters woman Bin Jones is so terribly in 'Amy, but I lost all trace of you.” Luther Edwards enjoying cold Rev. W. G. laenhonr. High Point. N. C. R4 love with.” Amy laughed and her cheeks col­ dtink in cafe on cold day—Wes And AbbreviatedlSkirts. Dear lesus, I am tired today His wife, in the kitchen, dropped ored. " I wouldn’t have come to­ a cup she was drying, hurtled day,” she said wistfully, “but for McKnight carrying full gallon jug (Davie Record, Jan, , I9i5<) 6 And need a little rest. through the door, knocked over a a person named Clarabelle. into business house on Christmas L in t cotton is 7 ^ cents. So let me go to Thee. I pray lamp, and craned her neck to look "ClarabeUe?” Amy nodded. “It’s a queer little eve—Clarence Hartman hurrying C. W. Booe, of Winston, was In A nd lean upon Thy breast, out fte window. “Where?” she panted. seen in years when she saw Clara- story, Lance,” she said, and then into bank wearing a broad smile And feel Thy loving arms enfold fowD Christmas on biisiness. “There,” he pointed, “that woman, belle Carter crossing the street; she wondered with a little gloating, 'osephine Ruth Miller bicycling AttOrnay T. B. Bailev has re. About my weary heart. with the tweed coat, on the corner.” and then she thought the day wasn’t what Clarabelle, and all of Dono­ van for that matter, would think around the square on cold after' turned from a hnsiness trip to R a. U ntil Thy grace of whiich I'm told "You idiot,” she hissed, "that’s lovely at all. his wife.” She could hear Clarabelle talking when they heard! noon—Cvnthia Clement and Bob­ leieh. W 'th strength to me impart. “Yes, of course,” he replied. to Mille as she had ihat day in the Truth Hurts by Angel! discussing school open' store when she’d been standing be­ Mrs. E. W. Crow, of Monroe, Dear Jesus, I am tired today; ing—Sheriff Bill Summers and A Late Arrival hind shelves lined with groceries h e judge was explaining to the spent tbe holidavs faere wish her M y path has been quHc steep; jury that a witness was no; _ Young Angus McTavish was ob­ deliberately eavesdropping. T Presley Brovm, of Wilkesboro, mother. necessarily to be regarded as un­ I haven’t idled time awav serving his birthday, and his father “I do declare, it does look like trying to find local lawyer—^Hand­ truthful because he altered a state­ L. E. Clodfelter, of Asheville. decided to celebrate the occasion Amy Wells could get someone,” Nor slepi a lazy sleep; ment he had previously made. some red'headed man cautioned by taking him for a trolley ride. Clarabelle had said. “I suppose . spent the holtdavs with relaiivss in But Satan’s hosts have fought me “For instance,” he said, "when 1 Stepping in, he handed the cnnduc- she’ll die an old maid.” about tearing up copies ot The tbe conntr, entered this courtroom today, hard tor 15 cents for one full, one half Clarabelle hadn’t said anything 1 Record and throwing them in the Mr. and Mrs. E. W. Moorine, of degrading of course. But from that could have sworn that I had my To bring about defeat; fare. moment forward, Amy had won­ watch in my pocket. But then I re trash pile —Miss Cornelia Hend' Norfolk, V a., visited relatives on And now I come, though battle* The conductor seemed dubious. dered if people generally didn’t as­ memhered I had left it in the bath­ ricks trying to get across M ain “How old is the boy?” R . 5, last week. scarred, sume that old maids just couldn’t room at home.” street between traffic—^Miss D an­ Mr. and Mrs. Miirry Smith f.nd “Well, this is his tw'elfth birth­ find any takers. When the judge got home that To rest at Thy dear feet. day,” admitted McTavish, “but he She took her eyes from the win­ night, his wife said, “John, why all ny Bailey stamping letters in post- babe, of Salisbnrv, were Christ wasn’t born until late aflernonn.” dow and Clarabelle going down the Dear Jesus, I am tired today; the fuss about your watch—sending office lobby—County oflicers ex­ mas visitors here. street to look at her reflection in fotir or five men to get it?” changing holiday gifts—Country M y patience has been tried; the dresser mirror. At almost forty- ’W hat!” howled the judge. “1 M r. and Mrs. W . K . Stonestreet, SHIRT TALE five, she didn’t think she was being never sent anyone. What did you lasses kodaking in front of tem­ And now tbe foe slips up to say, “Is this the laundry?” the irri­ of Concord, are visiting relatives egotistical in appraising herself as do?” "Your Lord you have denied." tated customer shouted into the tele­ ple of justice—Mr. and Mrs. Ed on Route one. actually looking thirty-five. She had "Gave it to the first one who phone. “Well, you sent me a batch McClamrock motoring south— But Jesns I have owned T hy name; very little gray in her dark hair, came,” said his wife. “He knew just Mrs. B. C, Clement has reinraed of very edd handkerchiefs instead I ’ve stood for truth and right: and the faint lines on her face were where it was!” Local lawyer eating apple pie and from a visit to her son J. F. Cle. of ray shirt” unnoticeable against the startling Though if for aught I am to blame ice cream in local cafe—^Irma Jean ment at Taylortville. “Them ain’t handkerchiefs.” re­ blue of her eyes and general pret- plied the laundry, “that's your Proud Father Jones looking at pretty gold wris t Remove it from Thy sight. tiness of her features. The minister had just finished an Raloh Morris, ot Saltville. Va.. shirt.” There’d been a time when she excellent chicken dinner. As he watch. Dear Jesus, I am tired today, , come in to spend the holidays with reigned as the most popular girl looked out of the windows, a rooster Yet happy in Thy work; at Obane; she’d been pictured in his parents. PTEOTECHNICS strutted across the yard. (he college year-book as “the girl "M yl” said the minister, “That Mr. and Mrs. Chariie Parnell, I ne'er went in the field to plav. Little Susie’s hair cracked, as her Our County And all men want but only one can is certain^ a proud rooster.” and children, of LvnchburE, Va., Nor ny duty shirk; mother was combing it. have.” "Why does it crack?” the child ‘Yes, sir,” said the host, “he has came In during the holidavs to So let me nestle to Thy side Cf course Clarabelle and the reason to be proud. One ot his son* Social Security asked. populi;.' ? of Donovan, a little town spend some time with relatives and Just as a little child. just entered the ministry.” “Because it has electricity in it.” of three ti;c',:sand, didn’t know these By Mrs. Ruth G.uffy. Manager, friends. And in Tbv gracious love confide. “Gee,” ejaculated the modem lit­ things. We have just commemorated Mrs. G. G. Daniel has returned Thou Saviour meek and mild. tle miss, "we’re sure in the groove. Amy looked out i’le window again, POOR CHOICE I got electricity, Grandpa’s got gas and not seeing Clarabelle on the Judge: “Could the motorist from a visit to her parents in Stat­ the Holy birth. During this Christ­ Dear Jesus, I am tired today. on his stomach, and Daddy’s all street now, the day resumed some have- avoided you?” mas season, we again heard or re­ esville She was accompanied home Bt . Injured: "He could, your honor. But bless Thy holy name. read the account of this birth. It by her sister. Miss Nellie Fowler. “Not another word, Susie 1” . He had the choice of hitting me or I t ’s sweet to live with Thee alway the missus and he picked me.” will never grow old. Suppose no Mr. and Mrs. Ross Mills, of And share love’s holy flame. Food Digger record had been made or account Statesville, .,were holiday visitons And know there waits for every She’s an after dinner speaker. Aerobatic Maneuvers written, what satisfaction and en­ here. They were accompanied sonl Whenever she speaks to a man, 'A good politician must also be a she’s after diimer. couragement would we have mis­ home by Miss Elsie- Horn, who Who lives to do Thy will, good acrobat.” "How do you figure that?” sed. So, I think it appropriate to spent a few days with them.

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