Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1903-09-03
MT. OLIVE LETTER.
Happenings of a Week In this Thri-

Is visiting frlendS nele.
For hygienic precaution and ger
eral cleanliness, Mt. Olive will rival
any town in the State.
Mrs. George MCGEE left yesterday
to spend a week in Washington, D..
c., visiting her cousin.
Miss Mary Lou Oliver left Mon
day to begin her studies at the Bap-
fist University, at Raleigh.
Mrs. Simms, of Mobile, who has
spent several weeks in town, left
Tuesday for a visit to friends in your
city.
Up to this date our town has been
remarkably healthy. There having
been not a single instance of a dis
ease of general nature.
Mrs. Phil Crawford and little
daughter, after a short visit to rela-
tives here, returned last Thursday
to their home near Kinston.
Crowds are still going mountain
wards, and the seashore yet has at
traction for many. The warm
weather seems to induce travel to
places "where the breeze cooler
blows"
s'Is it hot enough for you?" he
asked.
'Twas his last Interrogation,
For a chestnut tree fell onto him
With marked disapprobation."
This is not an original rhyme, but
seems appropriate this week. How
many have asked you the above
question, and isn't it a pity that we
have no chestnut trees here?
Messrs. Henry Switzerland and
Henry Aaron had quite a bad
away Sunday afternoon. The buggy
was broken and the occupants a lit
| tie bruised and shaken up, but not
seriously hurt. The horse that did
the runaway act had another eXcit-
ing episode a few. days ago, when,
| as he was drinking from the brook
at Kelly Springs, he sank to his
| shoulders in the quick sand and was
rescued with difficulty.
The warm rays of the August sun
are causing king cotton to burst forth
in all its glory, and the negro is
happy, g%loriously, hilariously happy,
for where, upon all this beautiful
green earth, a be ,ound a more
contented specimen Of humanity
than the good old peaceful Southern
darkey in "cotton picking time"
as with sack flung picturesquely
across his shoulder he stoops to
gather the feecy staple, stopping
now and then to "bust" a water
melon which. may have had the au-
dacity to grow and ripen in king
cotton's court. His thoughts are not
of the 14th amendment, social equal
ity, Booker Washington's Hamlet
breakfasts, or any such disturbing
elenent,as he softly croons his inim-
Liable camp meeting melodies,
Long live this type of the Southern
negro.
On Monday evening the young
people had a delightful moonlight
picnic at Kelley's Springs, given by
: the Misses Aaron. Just as the SUI
was sinking behind the trees, there
)arrived a large comfortable wagon
cite, and about half a dozen buggies
crowded with the merry party anG
their ch~aperOnes. Some sought a
once the famous spring todrink oft
health giving waters, while man,
fingered near the artesion well, AM
, not a few engaged in finch, and 9th
er games-in the shadow of the beau
tiful old rustic pavilion which ech
ICED with happy laughter and merr,
dongs until s O'Clock, whensupper wa
ANNOUNCED. 'Twas a feast for tn
gods-olives, pickles, crackers
e fchicken-salad, deviled crabs, ham
fried chicken, head-cheese-wafers, ice
tea, peach cream, vanilla cream
a cake and nectar. At nine O'Clock a
drove back to town, where they wer
tor several hours entertained by Mrs
w. Fred Martin, with that rare cas-
and grace which is characteristic
r her a. a hostess-There was musi
on the piano by Miss Margare
n Aaron. Miss Sophronia Langston an
Mrs. Breazeale recited, and alto
. gether the evening was one of raj