Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-04-22
Grits and Gravel
(By T. MOSES JONES.


the State Line was to town. asked
him if he had ever heard of Noah.
and he said Noah was his brother.
Noah was the one what 1 beat him
out of sub last Saturday, but Young
is the one what eight at least four or
live quarts of Brunswick stew that
Hammett Hayes stewed out in the
rain one day nearly two years ago at
the Grassy Creek Sunday School pic
mic. 1t was eight six or ate quarts
that he eight. He promised to take
the Dispatch from me in forty DAYS.
So I told him that the world could
be destroyed again in that length CT
time. Then Young said he hoped he
would be living when the Judgment
Day came.
John D. Lawrence from over to
Creedmoor is now reader of this
paper, so Mr.. Turner will have some
company. 1t was a Christmas or
two ago that Santa Claus brought
Mr.. Lawrence's little boys some wa
CONS and tricycles. I bet they have
almost already started thinking about
next Christmas. His sister, Miss
Sophia, married Jack Sizemore who
also lives near Grassy Creek Church
somewhere in the neighborhood of
Miss Maggie Garrett.
And Miss Maggie sent in a name
for that gosling, but there are one or
two letters ahead of hers, so hers will
nave to keep a day or so.
George Washington Daniel is the
one who promised me, at that big
cutting supper you heard about some
time ago that he would give me sub.
So he did last week. Hope his paper
is coming 0. K. His two daughters
attend the Oak Hill School Their
names are Mittie Belle and Frances
His son, Roy, is the one who fell
while playing last year and broke
his arm. But is all right now.
l speck r. L. Johnson is most ready
to start planting corn. Haven't heard
the first whip-poor-will yet. How
about it, Deacon Johnson.
Joe Greenway was doing a tall piece
of counting Saturday in town. He
stood by that telephone pole on the
uptown corner for a spell, talking 20
the girls. He seemed in such a good
humor that L hoped him for a sub.
l don't think Joe is much inclined at
reading, but said he would try it for
his sister, Miss Carrie, and see if she
liked it,
r. J. (Roberu Jackson) Turner of
Henderson comes over here ever so
often taking orders for the Durham
Fruit and Produce Co. He sold me
several apples and oranges when I
ran the old popcorn stand some years
ago.
I don't think the National Biscuit
Company could possibly have a bet
ter representative than the most size
able and healthy-looking agent of
theirs who comes over to Oxford One
day his LITTLE son was with him
and I asked him what folks ate in
Henderson to make them grow so
large.
Charlie Hobgood said today that he
made date with the dentist a year
ago to have a tooth distracted, and
just today had it pulled.
Mrs. F. G. Wilkins of Stem was in
town. She has one of the prettiest
babies you most ever saw and in
tend to prove it to you soon with her
picture. F. c. lis brother of Cal who
gave me a sub one day last Wed
nesday, and they are two of the eight
brothers what I intend to tell you
more of later or sooner
S. S. Taylor slipped out of his bar
Der shop into Grady Harris Furni-
ture Place and was shaking a wicked
hand over the piano keys when L
passed. But besides making music
and cutting hair, his next best accom-
pllshment is playing checkers. S. S.
has won out head man in more than
one tournament.
Tom Currin's Ed hasn't been to
town in I don't know when. Speck'n
he goes counting Saturday nights in
stead of coming to town. First thing
he knows he will be married till
death us do part"
Haven't yet heard of Mr.. and Mrs.
Laster Hicks and little son return
ing that weekend visit paid them by
Mr. and Mrs. Wiley Privett of near
Kittrell.
Mrs. Arthur Lee Jones says thew
reading the Dispatch six days to the
week. And mean Arthur Lee is
walking the chalk line he got married.
If they weren't so young, 1 would say
he ought to have gotten married a
year or so sooner.
Last fall at George Vests corn
shocking supper some of the children
lad brought that old clothes dummy
DOWN from upstairs to have fun with.
1t was an old wax figure that adorn-
ed the show windows of Lands &
Easton or the old A. Lands firm
| years ago and had a moustache. If
George doesn't send me a name for
that gosling, I am going to say that
| he is almost as dumb as that dummy.
And if I live, I intend to wear a
bullet-proof vest so that if George
comes to town next Saturday with his
fists balled up, will be prepared for
what may happen. Which reminds
me of Joe Parham who has lived in
Africa, working for a tobacco com
pany for years. He is the son of the
late Thad Parham who was a broth
err of Cousin Hattie, referred to re-
Gently in this column as "Our Mrs
| Plummer."
| Joe was in an auto accident when
boy and had to wear a cast for
months from his hips to his neck. One
day he CAV another boy permission
| to hit hin, in the stomach as hard as