Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-03-07
Crits and Gravel
(By T. MOSES JONESD

This particular column might truth
fullv he called, "An Afternoon In Hen
darcon as that is what it really is.
Leaving Oxford last Friday afternoon
about four with the Pine State Ice
Cream Man in his pretty green car
we and us reached Henderson shortly
thereafter. Feeling bit hungry from
the long ride, 1 dropped in at Evans
Bakery and bought myself an apple
tart, what we used to all an Apple
LAX, when we took them to Ola SALEM
School for lunch years ago WINE
eating said piece of pie as l walked
up the street, I imagined l almost
felt like Benjamin Franklin on the
afternoon he walked up the streets OF
Philadelphia and captured that city,
with a loaf of bread under his arm.
Dropped in at the Page-Hocutt Drug
Store and got glass of pure PLAIN
milk with which to make that apple
tart a complete balanced ration. Anu
there was Joel Cottrell (son of E. Al
who waited on me- How l do wish
I could lay hands on that newspaper
cut of him which was printed in the
Granville paper about twenty years
ago when he was a baby. / surely in
tend to see about that very thing.
Also in the drug store I saw VIII
liam Burroughs, home from Canada,
having been there some six or eight
wears, and now about to embark for
Rhodesia, Africa, in the interest OF
the Canadian Leaf Tobacco Company.
He and his sister, Miss Annie Gray,
were to visit their aunt and uncle,
Mr.. and Mrs T. D. Tyack of Winston
Salem, the next day And on the
street later l saw his mother, Cousin
Clara Burroughs
Soon 1 saw Billy Ramey of Hender-
son, Route 2, who returned to The
States from Canada several years ago
to marry Miss Pauline Pucket, daught
er of Mr.. and Mrs. Jim Pickett. They
were going over to Raleigh to the
basketball tournament. Bill said his
daddy had moved back to Virginia
to his old home place last fall and
had built a nice, new home.
On down to the railroad and found
v. A. Bean driving the IL Itch engine
up and down the traces. He is so
much like B. A. Little, WHO fired from
Henderson to Oxford fifteen years
dSO 1OI OdpId1u 0CCClS, IAdL L 1lOliCI-
ed at him and said, Hello. Erady!"
There were Mr.. and Mrs. Police
Strickland and car filled up with
a part of their family. 1 suppose they
like to go back home occasionally.
But 1 just can't imagine how the
streets of Oxford would look withou.
any "Chief Strick" to guide the
school-children across the streets and
to be on hand at all times just for
general principles to keep order.
A sign in one of the windows read:
IN. E. Church, South. Henderson, n.
c. Glasses for all ages. Services 9:45
a. m. HOO a. M, 7:30 p. m. Which
sign made me think that if ever. 1
were in town on Sunday that would
attend that church, as it seemed 2
welcome awaited the stranger there
Soon I met Carl Williams, son of
Mr. and Mrs. L. G. Williams, all of
whom formerly lived down near Dex-
ter Carl works for one of the Hen
derson wholesale houses, 1 disremem-
Der which one. One of his brothers
was big-business bank examiner sew
eral years ago, and travelled over a
great portion of the country. 1t has
been some years since 1 have seen
him.
Robert Hester's sign reads, "Elec-
trio and as-setf-line welding" And I
have mis-spelled every syllable in that
word, and bet you can't correct it
without looking it up in the diction-
airy, for THAT is what had to do.
And in front of Hesters I met Sam
Patterson with a mail sack on his
back. I had forgotten that Sam was
an K. f. D. City carrier. He asked
me if I ever saw his brother Zeb