Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-06-27
Crits and Gravel
(By II. MOSES JONES'

And just as the topmost grits, sand
and particles of dust get dry, along
comes another rain and gets them all
wet again, as wet as water. With all
that 1 already have to do. Robert
Tingen of Route S walked up to me
yesterday and informed me that he
wanted me to think up a real pretty
name for the latest arrival at his
house, a fine baby girl. So here is 4
partial list of names l have thought
of, but I'll just bet none of them are
good enough:
Margaret, Anne, DorisJean, Della
May, Annie May, Dorothy Jean, Lila
Anne, Annie Lou, Mary Lou, Addie
Louise, Lois Anne, Lou Ola, Effie Lee,
Annie Lee, Isabel Leila Belle, Annie
Louise, Lille Belle, Mittie Belle, Mary
Belle, Annie Gray, Nellie Gray, Ann
Jean, Billie May, Bessie May, Cath
crime, kathleen, Roberta Anne, Rob
bic, Annabelle, Rosalyn, Rosalind
Camilla, Christine, Charlotte Anne.
Annie Ruth, Ruth Jean, Ross Anne.
Laura May, and Clarissa.
And I'll bet again that he winds up
by naming her something like Nell.
And Nell is a pretty name, for there
is Nell Breedlove, Nell Buchana, Nell
Baker, and over in Henderson is Miss
Nell' Bridgers, the florist.
, Changing from Nell to Rebecca,
there is a cute little girl, daughter of
Kirk and Mrs. Duncan who lives sew
eral doors from us. But they call her
Becky She started to school a year
or so ago and loves to read. She comes
down here to borrow our boys Big
Little Books to read, and can read
one a day. They moved on our street
several months ago, and I haves just
last week learned to remember her
name. l had to think of Rebecca of
Sunnybrook Farm before could ever
think of her name. And then l would
forget that and would still be at a
loss.
That is most as bad as T. do some
times. / pin a slip of paper on my
coat lapel to remember to do some
thing, and then tie a string around
my finger to remember what it was
that l pinned on the paper for. So
you can easily see that my remem-
brance is not much better than my
recollection.
You have heard of folks stealing
the dollar off a dead mans eye. Well,
l saw something still different from
that the ether day. saw a big, black
ant running along the sidewalk with
some kind of insect, taking it home
for dinner. Along hoped sparrow
and took the ants dinner right out of
It's mouth.
Mr. Buck Bullock's son, Lucius, of
near Stem, has bought boat so they
say, to go to and fro mhis fields to
work. He puts his horse and pillow in
the boat, rows out to the field, plows
all day, catches some fish and fries
them for dinner, then rows back in to
home just before dark. 1t is a good
thing that several of his fields are on
hilltops even though his house is on
low Sea-level.
l. +. Hcyle, is now mayor of Stovall
I recently heard. He comes over our
way occasionally when his official
duties do not keep him too busy. He
is the son of D. o. Hoyle, an old
friend of mine. D. o. is the one that
l used to tell this to nearly every time
would see him, "Mr. Hoyle, in ten
minutes 1 will boil you in oil.'
1 imagine that Tom Williamson will
miss coming to town today. but if he
does, it will be the first Saturday in
many a day that he did not show his
smiling face in the city. Tom is al
ways Dragging on the big woodpile he
keeps right at his kitchen door, Some
of these days 1 am liable to surprise
him and see if all those tales he tells
are SO. But are all those 1 tell so,
either?
T. MOSES JONES.