The Leader, enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1915-1921, 1921-02-18
Curb Market Must Be
Of Good Appearance
Mrs. S. M. Wh:tchard Writes of
Atlanta Curo Market

Beng deeply interested in the
movement of our Womans Club and
Farm, Bureau to establish Curb
Market in our City, l visited the At
lanta Curb Market early last Novem-
Der, and was attracted by the variety
OF vegetables as there has been ear
lier in the Summer, but one could
not help being struck by the nice
and orderly manner in which all
articles for sale were displayed.
Iurnips, collards, kale, mustard
were all free of yellow leaves, washed
and neatly punched, and arranged in
the wagons or on the Curb in neat
orderly manner.
Parsley, mint, thyme. sage and sas-
satras roots, were neatly tied in small
punches and placed on box on the
curb and this stand was presided over
by sweet faced grandmother in cum
bonnet and snow white apron. She
also had delicious old fashioned gin
ger cakes, such preserves, as grand
mother used to bake.
There were jars of homemade
pickles of endless varieties, also of
home canned vegetables, such as to-
matoes, beans, etc, as we'll as preser-
yes, jellies and fruits.
One lady had a most delicious
pound cake, in a new clean basket.
between snow-white napkins. This
lady told me that she lived in the
country and could not do very much.
but could bake we'll She had her
own home-raised butter, eggs and
milk. Her first cake, netted her l
think $500. She finally sold so many
that she began to take orders, and
was making some $4,000 week.
The market was to close December
lst but she was to continue making
cakes at her country home, where
customers would drive out to get
them.
There were about twenty wagons
and trucks at the Curb" the MORN
ing | visited the market and every one
seemed prosperous and happy" ex-
cept one man about IS years of age.
He and his wife had driven 20 miles
to market every week. They wore
soiled clothes, his coat had a long
slit in the sleeve, his pants a snag in
the leg, his face was none too neat. I
His wife looked little better than he.
He had some unbunched turnips.
which were unwashed as WE'LL some
collards with yellow leaves were
thrown pell-mell into the truck. He
had some very nice blocks of honey,
but the flies were swarming it. He
had some butter wrapped in pieces
of the baby's checked apron and some
milk in fruit jars with soiled tops
and no rubbers, and flies driven away
by the cleanliness of the other trucks
were appeasing their appetite where
they seemed to be welcome. I asked
this gentleman how he liked the
Curb Market" He replied, mot
much, we can't never sell nothing.
have to haul it here and haul it back
home to the hogs. Then he was
cursing out the City, every thing and
every one and when tried to be tact
full and told him to slip about and see
how nicely, and how clean those
other men had their products ar
ranged, his wife said, 81 told him all
that but he lowed it would take so
much time to clean 'em UP. and buy
new baskets an all, that it would eat
up all the profits"
Poor John. and Poor Mary and
poor every one else who can't see that
people who buy anything, especially
things to eat, want them to be clean
and attractive.
When our Fitzgerald market opens
opposite the Post Office, March 1st
l just know our people who take
things there to sell, are going to have
them so clean and so attractively ar
ranged that ladies who buy will anx,
iously await the next market day.
Mrs. S. M. Whitchard
Vice Chairman of the Fitzgerald
Farm Bureau.