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Dan Harrington in Jail for Killing Clarence Williams While Trying to Arrest Him, April 8, 1926

West Southern Pine Cop Kills Arrested Man. . . Bud Harrington, the Accused, Says He Was Being Attacked at the Time. . . He Is Held Without Bail

Dan Harrington, colored policeman at West Southern Pines, has been remanded to jail without bond for the fatal shooting of Clarence Williams, also colored, at a spot in his jurisdiction late Friday night. He claims self-defense, alleging he was assaulted by Williams and the other two occupants of the car, which he had stopped, when he stooped to pick up a half-gallon fruit jar of liquor that had fallen out of the dead man’s overcoat pocket.

The testimony of Leroy Williams and Earl Cameron, the other two occupants of the car, as given at the coroner’s hearing, however, is at sharp variance wit that of Harrington to the Mayor’s office to answer that Clarence was shot when he started to throw his overcoat in the car before proceeding with Harrington to the Mayor’s office to answer to the charge of violating the traffic ordinance.

Tells of Shooting

Harrington says one of the occupants of the car threw the overcoat over his head while he was in a stooping position to recover the dropped jar of liquor. All three of them, he says, fell upon him, one holding the overcoat over him, one pounding him on the back and the other wrestling with him for possession of the pistol. In the scramble, he says the pistol fell to the ground.

West Southern Pines, which is a colored settlement, is governed by a colored mayor and commissioners. All of the officials of the town are colored, Harrington, the defendant, being the night policeman.

His Testimony

“I was going from the school house and this car was near Broadway Café. As I came from the school house and got near Henderson’s store I started across the street and someone was standing on the corner of Pennsylvania avenue near the Free Will Baptist church. When I got in the middle of the street the man standing on the corner broke and ran. I watched him so I could see who he was when he got under the light. Just before he got under the light so I could identify him, he jumped on his car and turned up the street by Broadway Café and didn’t have any lights at all. He drove one block and when he got to the highway I saw him turn on the light, but he had but one. He then turned and came back down the street and I ordered him to stop in about 10 yards of the church door and he drove on. I jumped out of the road and jumped on the side of his car and grabbed the steering wheel, telling him to stop his car. He stopped. I asked him ‘if he was trying to run over me.’ He says ‘No, we are not trying to run over you.’ I said ‘It seems so, as I halted you to stop and you didn’t do it.’

“I asked him what he meant by running around here without lights. He said ‘Haven’t we got lights burning in the front?’ I told him he had one, but when he left from where he was standing awhile ago he didn’t have any. I told him he didn’t start this one burning until he hit Broad street. I told him to consider himself under arrest and let’s go to the Mayor’s office. He said he didn’t know where the Mayor stayed. I told him I was supposed to carry him. He started backing his car up and then stepped on it and said, ‘oh, hell, get out boys.’ The boys were getting out on one side and I told him to get out on the other side. I had hold of his arm and turned him loose, and walked in front of the car to where he was getting out, and caught hold of his arm, and heard the bottles ring in his overcoat pocket. I told him ‘no wonder you don’t want to know the way to the Mayor’s office.’ Then I went to search him and every pocket I slapped there was whiskey it. He smacked back and said, ‘you don’t have to search me, you haven’t got a search warrant.’ Then I put my gun on him. He said, ‘let me give this fellow his overcoat.’ He pulled it off and handed it back to him and then I stuck my gun back in my pocket. When he was giving this boy his coat, a half gallon fruit jar of whiskey fell from his pocket. When I reached down to pick up the jar, the one with the coat threw it over my head and one of them hit me in the mouth while the coat was over my head. One had hold of each arm, I began jerking, trying to get loose and one was striking me in the back, and one trying to get my gun. Both of us grabbed the gun about the same time and the gun fell to the ground, and I reached down and picked it up. It was then that I shot him.”

Another Version

Leroy Williams, who was in the car, testified: “We were coming from Pinehurst and going to Aberdeen. We were stopped by Dan Harrington just before we entered Pennsylvania avenue in West Southern Pines. He asked us if we didn’t know we had but one light. He said back up and consider yourself under arrest. Clarence said alright and we got out. And as we turned to go to the Mayor’s office, my brother Clarence pulled off his overcoat and as he turned around to put it in the car, he was shot by Dan Harrington. After he shot him he said somebody go and get the doctor, but he never came back. After Clarence was shot he didn’t speak until he died.”

The testimony of Leroy Williams was substantiated by that of Earl Cameron, the other occupant of the car, who said:

“As we started into Pennsylvania avenue Dan Harrington asked us if we didn’t know we had but one light. We told him no and he said back your car up. Asked Clarence if he didn’t know he was under arrest. Dan said ‘come on and go with me to the Mayor’s office.’ Clarence said ‘alright.’ We got out and started and Clarence pulled off his overcoat and turned his back to go to the car and Dan shot him. the shooting occurred about 11 o’clock on the night of April 2.”

From the front page of The Moore County News, Carthage, N.C., Thursday, April 8, 1926

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Annie Lee Edmisten, 15, Shot by Don Trivett, April 8, 1926

Annie Lee Edmisten Shot by Don Trivett

Annie Lee, 15-year-old daughter of Mr. George Edmisten of the Beach Creek section, is in the Banner Elk Hospital in a serious condition as the result of a gunshot wound inflicted by one Don Trivett Tuesday afternoon, near Beech Creek postoffice.

Miss Edmisten, in company with her uncle, Dwight Edmisten, was riding in a truck, and had just passed the home of Grant Trivett. One of the five dogs belonging at this place was in the road and unintentionally the driver of the truck ran over it. A rifle cracked, the ball taking effect in the girl’s side, and lodged against the spinal column. The weapon used was a .22 calibre rifle. Latest reports indicate that the young lady’s condition is most critical.

The accused man made his escape, while his father, mother and two others of the family were arrested. They were given a preliminary hearing yesterday before Justice of the Peace R.M. Ward, and released, having had nothing whatever to do with the crime.

This is one of the most dastardly crimes of recent years in this county, committed, to make the thing even worse, over a cur dog, which was not even killed by the car. It is earnestly hoped that Triplett [Trivett?] may soon be apprehended and given justice in full measure.

From the front page of The Watauga Democrat, Boone, N.C., Thursday, April 8, 1926

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From page 5 of the April 15 issue of The Watauga Democrat:

News from Miss Annie Lee Edmisten, now in Grace Hospital in Banner Elk, suffering from a gunshot wound inflicted by Don Trivett, is most encouraging. In fact her physicians are now hopeful of her recovery, provided no complications arise.

Trivett is still at large regardless of the efforts made by Sheriff Farthing and his deputies to bring him to justice. They have not given up the search by any means, and will not as long as there are any hopes of catching him. It is supposed that he has either left the state or is hiding in the mountains.

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Tom Shankle Charged with Incest, April 8, 1926

Incest Charge Lodged Against Tom Shankle. . . Negro Bound Over to Cabarrus Superior Court at Preliminary Hearing Here Monday

Tom Shankle, widely known Concord negro, was bound over to Cabarrus Superior court on three counts Monday when given a hearing before Justice of the Peace Robinson on a charge of incest.

Shankle found bondsmen and was released from the county jail where he had been held for 10 days. His bondsmen are C.A. Isenhour, J.T. Honeycutt, and D.A. McLaurin. His bond totals $3,000.

The charges against Shankle, it is said, resulted from investigations continued over several months. Local officers, it is said, were assisted by State officers who succeeded in securing several of the witnesses who testified at the preliminary hearing Monday.

Three daughters of Shankle, all now residing in Boston, and one son, John Shankle, also a resident of Boston, were the chief witnesses presented at the hearing by the State. Each of the daughters, it is said, testified that she had been forced to have illicit relations with her father. The son, it is reported, also told the court that he knew of the illicit relations between his father and his sisters. It was stated by the witnesses, it is reported, that Shankle forced his daughters to submit to him.

Shankle when arrested protested his innocence. He said the charges were a plot against him and told county officers that he knew some one had been trying to get something on him for several years.

The case will be called at the term of Cabarrus county court which convenes here next Monday.

From page 5 of The Concord Times, Thursday, April 8, 1926

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J.W.C. Blue Dies of Broken Neck in Fall from Wagon, April 8, 1926

Mr. Blue’s Neck Broken in Fall. . . Well Known Eureka Man Is the Victim of a Distressing Accident

Dashed to the ground when the body of his wagon, on which he was riding, caught on a tree as it was rounding a curve in the road, J.W.C. Blue, one of the leading citizens of the Eureka community, sustained a broken neck and jaw-bone which resulted in almost instantaneous death. A colored man, who was on the wagon with him, escaped with minor injuries.

The accident occurred in the Eureka community, almost in sight of the Farm Life School. At the time, Mr. Blue was en route to the railroad to secure a load of fertilizer, and his team was sauntering carelessly down the road, the driver never realizing the imminence of danger, when one of the ends of the flat, protruding body caught against a tree. That threw the other end against the legs of the mule on the opposite side, causing it to make a sudden lunge into the air. The inevitable happened. Pressure on both sides of the body caused it to topple over, precipitating both Mr. Blue and his colored helper to the ground.

Falls Head Foremost

Mr. Blue fell head-foremost, and it is believed that he either struck a tree or fell under the wagon wheels. The colored man was tossed clear of the wagon, but an edge of the body fell upon him, inflicting minor injuries. The mules started running away, but had gone not more than a hundred yards before they became tangled up in some brush and small trees.

Regaining his feet, the colored man ran after the team, and when he had it in charge, he looked for Mr. Blue, only to find him lifeless near the scene of the wreck. Aid was quickly summoned, but the victim as beyond treatment.

Funeral services were conducted from the Eureka Presbyterian church Saturday by Rev. C.E. Clarke, and interment was in the cemetery there. The Eureka cemetery was just recently laid off and Mr. Blue was the first person to be interred in the new burying ground.

The deceased was a son of the late Peter Blue, and is survived by his wife, three children, three sisters, and one brother. He was a very substantial citizen and was recognized as one of the best farmers in the county. He was about 45 years of age.

From the front page of The Moore County News, Carthage, N.C., Thursday, April 8, 1926

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All Carl Kivett Wanted to Do Was Go Swimming, April 8, 1926

Carl Kivett Has a Wild Ride on Esq. Fry’s Bull. . . Ferocious Bovine, Dogs and Bees All Figure in Story of Local Coal Dealer. . . Gets Worst for Once

One of the most laughable stories of a bovine kind that has ever ticked the ribs of the “only animal that laughs,” is the one in which Carl Kivett, Carthage coal and wood deal, describes his ride on the “natural state” on Squire Fry’s Taurus.

We defy a cynic, in fashionable trousers, to read it and not burst a button or two off the places to which suspenders are hitched. It is simply enormous. Carl took a notion to go swimming, and he had just got his clothes off when he saw Squire Fry’s bull making at him. The bull was a vicious animal, and had come very near killing two or three persons, consequently Carl felt rather “jubus.”

He didn’t want to call for help for he was naked, and the nearest place from which help could arrive was the meeting house, which was at that time filled with worshippers, among whom was the “gal Carl was playing devotion to.” So he dodged the bull as the animal came at him, and managed to catch him by the tail.

He was dragged around until he was nearly dead, and when he thought he could hold on no longer, he made up his mind that he’d better “holler.” And now we will let him tell his own story.

“So looking at the matter in all its bearings, I came to the conclusion that I’d better let some one know where I was. So I gave a yell louder than a locomotive whistle, and it wasn’t long before I saw the Squire’s two dogs coming down like as if they were seeing which could get there first.”

Takes Deck Passage

“I knew who they were after—they’d join the bull agin’ me, ‘So,’ says I, ‘old brindle as riding is as cheap as walking on this route, if you have no objections, I’d just take a deck passage on that there back of yours!’ So I wasn’t very long getting stride of him.

“Then if you’d been there, you’d have sworn there was nothing human in that there mix, the sile flew saw awfully, as the critter and I rolled around the field—one dog on one side and one on the other, trying to climb my feet. “I prayed and cussed, until I couldn’t tell which I did at last—and neither wasn’t of any use, they were so awfully mixed up.

“Well, I reckon I rode about a half an hour this way, when old brindle thought it was time to stop to take in a supply of wind and cool off a little. So when we got around to a tree that stood there, he naturally halted, so I says, boy, you will lose one passenger certain. So I just clum up a branch, calculating to roost till I was starved before I’d be rid around that way any longer.

“I was making tracks for the top of the tree when I heard something making an awful buzzing overhead. I kinder looked, and if there wasn’t--- well, there’s no use swearing—but it was the biggest hornet’s nest ever built.

“An idea struck me then that I stood a heap better chance a riding the bull than were I was. Says I, old fellow, if you’ll hold on I’ll ride to the next station, anyhow, let that be where it will.

Sat on the Varmints

“So I jist dropped about him agin’ and looked aloft to see what I had gained by changing quarters and gentlemen, I am a liar if there wasn’t high half a bushel pesting varmints ready to pitch into me when the word ‘go’ was given.

“Well, I reckon they got it, for all hands started for our company. Some of them bit the dogs—about a quart struck me, and the rest charged on brindle.

“This time the dogs led off first dead bent for the Squire’s and as soon as old brindle and I could get under way, we followed and as I was only a deck passenger, I had nothing to do with the steering craft; if I had we shouldn’t have run that channel anyway.

“But, as I said before, the dogs took the lead—brindle and I net and the hornets directly after. The dogs yelling, brindle hollering and the hornets buzzing and stinging.

“Well, we had got about 200 yards from the house, and the Squire heard us and came out. I saw him hold up his hands and turn white. I reckon he was praying then for he didn’t expect to be called for so soon, and it wasn’t long neither before the hole congregation—men, women and children—came out, and then all the hands wet to yelling. “None of them had first notion that brindle and I belonged to this world. I just turned my head and passed the whole congregation I saw the run would be up soon, for brindle couldn’t turn an inch from a fence that stood dead ahead.

“Well, we reached that fence, and I went ashore over the critter’s head, landing on the other side and lay there stunned.

“It wasn’t long before some of them as were not scared came running to see where I was; for all hands calculated that the bull and I belonged together. But when brindle walked off by himself, they saw how it was, they said:

“’Carl Kivett has got the worst once in his life!’

“Gentlemen, from that day I quit the courting business and did not speak to a gal for six years.”

From the front page of The Moore County News, Carthage, N.C., Thursday, April 8, 1926

In rural Southern and Appalachian dialect of 1926, “Jubus” meant nervous, uneasy or fearful, according to AI Copilot. It’s a phonetic, dialectal variant of “dubious,” which originally meant not just doubtful, but hesitant, wary, afraid to proceed. Thanks, Copilot. newspapers.digitalnc.org/lccn/sn92074101/1926-04-08/ed-1/seq-1/

Nance Saw Mill Deliberately Damaged, April 8, 1926

Saw Mill Damaged by Unknown Parties. . . Enemies of D.G. Nance Few Nights Ago Wreck His Plant and Do Several Hundred Dollars Damage

A saw mill owned by D.G. Nance of Cerro Gordo was visited a few nights ago by unknown parties and enemies of the lumber plant operator and did damage to the engine to the amount of four or five hundred dollars. The nature of the damage was in burning the cylinder block, an important part of the engine, and wrecking the engine’s governor.

Various valuable beltings were also badly cut and sliced up in such a manner that repairs are said to be impossible.

The Cerro Gordo mill operator is interested in a number of small lumber mills in various parts of Fair Bluff township. The one to which the damage was done was situated on the Fair Bluff-Piraway road and near the home of H.C. Edwards, superintendent of the Columbus county chaingang forces.

The person or persons guilty of the wicked act left no trace behind that would in any way disclose their identity.

From the front page of Carolina Fruit and Truckers Journal, part of the Columbus Coiunty News, Chadbourn, N.C., April 8, 1926

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Arch Gernigan's Ford Truck Stolen, April 8, 1926

Ford Truck Stolen Near Fair Bluff

Fair Bluff, April 5—A Ford truck was stolen last Friday night from the barn of Mr. Arch T. Gernigan, prosperous farmer, who resides a few miles out from town and in the Spring Branch section of Horry county, S.C.

The truck, a 1924 model, was bearing a South Carolina license plate No. 3480. It was equipped with two Oldfield tires on its front wheels and with a converse and Firestone on the rears.

From the front page of Carolina Fruit and Truckers Journal, part of the Columbus County News, Chadbourn, N.C., April 8, 1926

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