From “Around the State” in the Carolina Co-Operator, January, 1935
Two years ago the home demonstration clubs of Johnston County raised an educational fund of $150 to help Mary Gulley, an orphan, through her first year at Boiling Springs College. Next year they raised $175 to help Miss Gulley through Eastern Carolina Teachers College
This year grateful Miss Gulley, now teaching, is repaying the loan. Well pleased, the club women are now helping six other girls go to college.
Forty years ago in the hills of Wilkes County, later famous for another type of “cawn,” D.V. Nichols started growing and improving a variety of corn known as Wilkes County White.
Last year his grandson, Quinten Nichols, growing the same Wilkes County White, won for the second successive time the sweepstakes prize at the State Fair. He competed with 156 other entries.
Pullets or Roosters
High spot of the recent short course for poultrymen at State College was a demonstration in “chick sexing” by Dr. J.C. Hammond of the U.S. Department of Agriculture. He showed the astonished poultrymen how by careful investigation the sex of young chicks can be accurately determined, enabling the poultryman to purchase the number of potential pullets or roosters he needs.
Neighbors shook their heads crosswise in 1927 when Price Brawley, Iredell County boy, paid $165 for Majestic’s Sarah, a pure-bred jersey cow. Since then, however, Majestic’s Sarah and her offspring have won prize after prize. And now for making the best record with Jerseys in 4-H calf club work for two years in North Carolina, Brawley has been awarded the four-year scholarship to State College offered by Mr. and Mrs. Cameron Morrison.
Boy and His Dog
To most boys a dog is a prized possession not to be parted with—flowers and shrubs just things to “tend to.”
To most women a bird dog is just something to “mess up” the house—flowers and shrubs something to make a house a home.
At Newton Grove in Sampson County Mrs. A.W. Bizzell began landscaping to make her home more attractive. She found she needed more shrubbery, flowers, and grass for the lawn.
Her son, Oscar, wanted to do his part to make the home more beautiful. He wanted to give his mother some shrubbery and flowers, but had no money.
Son Oscar racked his brain, remembering that a neighbor had offered to buy his prize bird dog. Away from home he slipped with the dog to the neighbors, to return soon with a ten-dollar bill clutched in his hand and a sob in his throat.
But smiles wreathed his face when he handed his mother the $10. She now has the desired shrubbery and Son Oscar is happy in the knowledge that he has helped his mother to beautify their home.
For a long, long time agricultural leaders have been contending—and rightfully so—that only through strong organization and proper representation can the farmer get his just share of the good things of the land.
Further evidence that the farm leaders are right in their contention is presented in what transpired at a recent meeting of economists and civic leaders on unemployment insurance at the University of North Carolina.
The subject was fully discussed from all angles, except that no provision was made to take care of the farmer.
This did not suit L. Bruce Gunter, vice-president of the cotton association, who had been requested by Dr. G.M. Pate, president, to represent the 18,000 members of the cotton association. Mr. Gunter rose to his feet and in no uncertain language emphasized that the plan should also take care of the unemployed farmer.
What will come of it, we don’t know—but it was interesting to note that many of the economists got out their pencils and began making notes on what Mr. Gunter said. No doubt they had overlooked the farmer simply because no one had told them he should be included.
Irvin S. Cobb, the famous Kentucky writer and humorist who once said all North Carolina needed was a press agent, got into the papers the other day when he gave the distillers’ code authority the following definition of Carolina Corn:
“Illicit corn liquor may easily be identified by these: It smells like gangrene starting in a mildewed silo; it tastes like the wrath to come; and when you absorb a deep swig of it, you have the sensation of having swallowed a lighted kerosene lamp.
“A sudden violent jolt of it has been known to stop the victim’s watch, snap both his suspenders, and crack his glass eye right across—all in the same motion.
“Personally, I would recommend it only to persons who are headed for the last hiccup and want to get it over with as soon as possible. And if you must drink it, always do so while sitting flat on the floor. Then you don’t have so far to fall.