Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-08-31

And now here is the answer:
Oxford, NJ G.
August 20, 1888
Dear J. t.
From nineteen to ninety-nine of the
boys who went to Canada promised to
write me a card, and as the season
nears to a close, you are the second
one who has kept his promise. But l
learned long ago that a promise is a
thing that is easy to make, and easy
to bust-just like a bubble Did vol
ever blow any soap bubbles when you
were a boy? Take a spool that your
mamma had used all the thread off
of, stick a little pinch of octagon up
one end of the spool, dip it down in
to a pan of water, and then blow the
other end. A big bubble would come
out with nothing in it but just plain
air that you had blown into it. Some
times they would let the wind blow
them as high as the top of the house.
and then they would just bust. Which
all makes me think of, and go to
singing, that old song:
"I'm forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air."
But if sit here and sing that song
all day, will not hardly get your let
ter finished. But I don't understand
all I know about all those folks up
there talking about your T. Moses, as
i have not, written a letter to anyone
in Canada before you this whole year.
used to know a fellow, fine young
man, from CORTLAND. He came with
my wife's brother home from up
there two years ago, and spent a
month or so down here, having visit
ed in our home every week while he
was here. His name was Bert Atkin-
son.
Bert took the paper for a whole
year from me, the one I was working
for then, SO they might have seen my
junk in that paper. Well, if they have
really heard of me, and if all that is
not one of your big jokes, then tell
them all that Old Nose is we'll and
happy, just as happy as if 1 had good
sense, but that I am also trying to
ketch up with Old Man Prosperity,
who always seems to still be "just
around the corner"
If you can, look up Bert before you
leave, J. T., and tell him to write to
me. Also tell him that we got his
Christmas card he sent us. I truly
hope he is well and happy, and would
love to hear all about him.
There used to be a young fellow,
Herbert Laws, who worked in one of
the Royal Canadian Banks of Eng
land, l believe is what they call them.
He wrote me several nice letters and
copied, them in my column. He was
transferred and promoted several
times, so I do not know where he
finally landed. I would also like to
hear from him if you accidentally or
otherwise hear of his whereabouts be-
fore you leave.
j. T., I hope you are having good
cures and that the hail does not get
you. I hear that it has already gotten
a lot of tobacco up there. Wish you
had written a nice, long letter and
told all the news. Oxford and Hen
derson are both still on the map, and
we hope they will be even more notice
able when the market opens in this
section.
One load of tobacco passed through
our town yesterday going down to
Rocky Mount. But I have never been
there, nor to Wilson, nor to Wendell,
nor to Lumberton, to the openings.
just two more weeks from today, and
then Charlie Jones will be standing
out there in front of the warehouse
hollering, "Drive in, first sale.''
J. T., when l come to think about
it, the more worser I feel. You spent
a whole two cents writing me sixteen
lines on postal card, when you
could have spent one more of those
great big Canadian pennies, and mail
ed me a long letter for three cents.
You remember all those spring and
summer rains we had, well, things are
dry as powder now. Things are literal
ly burning up, and the grass in our
yard is dying for lack of water. The
dust is several inches deep in the
roads. They are due to open up the
Durham highway early in September,
and arc going to start hard-surfacing
the Wilton road soon. | appreciate
you writing to me, and of all your 16
men remembering about me. Tell them
I said, "Hello." Be good until you once
again see your friend and Ounce, as
you called your
TEA NOSE.