Thursday, August 13, 2026

Visitor Warns Editor of KKK's Coming War on Catholics, Science, Aug. 13, 1926

Capt. Midgett Tells of the Next War. . . Says Christians in His Section Are Joining Ku Klux Klan for War on Catholics

Capt. Thos. P. Midgett, U.S. Lighthouse Keeper at Ridge, Md., passed thru Elizabeth City this week to visit his old home on Roanoke Island. Capt. Midgett stopped at The Independent office long enough to warn the editor that he is going to hell if he doesn’t repent of his ways and steer clear of Roman Catholics, Evolutionists and Science.

“Roman Catholicism, Evolution, and Science,” says Capt. Midgett are the three branches of the devil’s own church conspiring to undo God’s will upon earth and destroy the lives and souls of God’s children.

Capt. Midgett says the Roman Catholic Church was founded by the devil after the Lord had thrown the devil out of heaven and put him here on earth with an army of 666 rebellious angels to do his work. Capt. Midgett doesn’t explain why God didn’t drop the devil and his angels on Mars, Venus, Saturn, Jupiter or some other place and give his Earth children a better chance.

“The next war,” says Capt. Midgett, “Will be between true Christians and the Catholics, and it will be the bloodiest war the world has ever known. I don’t know much about the Ku Klux in the South, but in the North the Christian people are rushing into the Ku Klux and preparing themselves for the great war.”

Capt. Midgett is strong for that sort of war and rearing to go when the soldiers of the Cross prepare to do battle.

From the front page of The Independent, Elizabeth City, N.C., Friday, Aug. 13, 1926

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Stedman Fletcher "Borrows" Car Left with Employer, Wrecks It, Aug. 13, 1926

Car Turned Turtle and Gave Him Dead Away

Stedman Fletcher, an employe of the Auto Supply & Vulcanizing Co., of this city borrowed a ride in a snappy Chrysler Coach turned over to his employers for storage by a Washington, N.C., young Woman who was on her way to Nags Head Tuesday. The car skidded and turned turtle with him on a curve on the Newland Road near the city. Young Stedman and a companion, Maurice Brickehouse, escaped with minor bruises and scratches, but the Chrysler Coach didn’t fare so well.

Young Stedman is sure that if the car hadn’t been wrecked, its owner would never have known that he had borrowed it.

From page 3 of The Independent, Elizabeth City, N.C., Friday, Aug. 13, 1926

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Why Travel to Beach When Vacation Can Be Spent in Arm Chair on Courthouse Green? Aug. 13, 1926

Vacationing in the Old Home Town

My attention was recently attracted to a citizen of our town seated n an arm chair in the shade of a pecan tree on the courthouse green. He wasn’t sitting on one of the benches provided for casual loungers; he had obtained a more comfortable chair from one of the courthouse officials.

Day after day, for several days, I noticed this citizen occupying a chair on the courthouse green, moving his chair from time to time to get out of the sun.

My curiosity aroused, I paused one day and interviewed the citizen. “You seem to be taking a vacation!” I said.

“Ye, I am taking my vacation,” he said. “I have worked hard all year and the hot weather was about to get me. I usually knock off about this time of the year and go to Nags Head for a week, but I stopped out here the other day and sat down in the shade, and I find it actually more comfortable here in the day tie than it is on the seashore.

“It’s just as pleasant here as it is at the seashore and I can get the same rest here I would get if I went a thousand miles away from home.

“I am not only getting the rest I need and feeling comfortable, but sitting out here on the courthouse green and seeing everybody in town coming and going, I’m getting better acquainted with the town. Many people stop and talk and I find myself getting acquainted with folks who have lived here all the time but who were always strangers to me because I was always busy when I was home and never had much time to meet and talk to folks. I am putting a week out here and I believe it’s going to be the most pleasant and profitable vacation week I ever had.”

That citizen gave me something to think about. He is just a plain citizen who wears plain clothes and goes collarless in his shirt sleeves, but he is a philosopher. Wouldn’t all of us be better citizens, better neighbors and have a better acquaintance with our home town and its folks if we too would take a week’s vacation in the old home town once a year and put in the time watching the daily grind from an easy chair and swapping friendly talk with all who came by? I think so. And I agree with the citizen who found quiet and shade and cooling breezes on the courthouse green; the old home town on the hottest day in the year, after all, as comfortable as most of the highly advertised resort places. I am sure the thermometer on Main Street will not go higher than the thermometer in any town in the mountains or the thermometer on any seaside pavilion anywhere along the South Atlantic seaboard.

From the editorial page of The Independent, Elizabeth City, N.C., Friday, Aug. 13, 1926

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Silk Hose So Sheer, Legs Might as Well Be Bare, Aug. 13, 1926

The Bank Clerk and the Soda Jerker: The Silk Hose Is Going Next

When the Bank Clerk drifted in on the Soda Jerker the other morning he found that worthy studying an advertisement of ladies’ lingerie in a New York paper. The advertisement was illustrated with a picture of a young woman in a transparent combination that gave an illusion of almost perfect nudity.

“As filmy and diaphanous as a cloud,” is the way the underwear manufacturer described his product in the advertisement.

“I don’t know what we are coming to,” said the Soda Jerker. “I have seen women’s hosiery get thinner and thinner, skirts shorter and shorter, necks lower and lower, and now they are making women’s underwear so thin that you can see thru it in the moonlight. I guess they’ll be making dresses the same way presently.”

“That’s exactly what we’re coming to,” said the Bank Clerk. “The manufacturer has strived to make hosiery more sheer and diaphanous until they have persuaded most women that the most attractive hose in the world to wear is a hose so sheer and transparent that a man can’t tell whether he’s looking at a bare leg or not.

“You have to look twice to see whether a woman has on any hose at all when she struts a pair of those flesh colored chiffon hose that are all the vogue.

“And there is where the hosiery manufacturers have cut their own throats and are getting themselves in the same fix the corset manufacturers got themselves in. I predict that in another year or so most young women will not be wearing any hose at all, just as they now go without any corsets at all.

“Women have worn their hose thinner and thinner until they have discovered that their own smooth, healthy, beautiful skin is the most attractive thing in the world and you can depend upon them to make the most of it. If legs look better in hose that are so transparent that you have to take a reading glass to find out whether they are hose or flesh, then the next step will be to discard the hosiery entirely and give the leg a shameless showing.”

“I believe you’re right,” said the Soda Jerker. “But I believe you’ve missed one big reason why women are going to stop wearing hose. The main reason is that it takes all the p. w. g. can make to keep herself in chiffon hose at $2 a pair. The money she spends on keeping herself in fine silk stockings would just about buy everything else she wears. One of the things that has kept me from getting married is the terrible thought of what it would cost me to keep a wife in silk hose.

“And there’s one thing that can be said about bare legs; they won’t always be full of runs.”

“Runs!” sneered the Bank Clerk, “Why the legs of these modern girls haven’t even got to walk in ‘em since very Tom, Dick and Harry has got an automobile. They don’t even have corns on their feet any more; they wear their corn plasters now where their mothers use dto wear their bustles.”

From the editorial page of The Independent, Elizabeth City, N.C., Friday, Aug. 13, 1926

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Andrews, Wills, Durham, Utley, Carrol, Council Seeking Big Catch, Aug. 13, 1926

Off After Fish. . . Jack Andrews and Others Will Leave for Swansboro Sunday

Jack Andrews, Clarence Wills, Carl Durham, Marvin Utley, D.D. Carroll, and Zeb Council will leave Sunday morning for Swansboro, on the North Carolina coast. They will travel in the Andrews and Council cars.

Object of the journey: fish. Last year the gang led by Mr. Andrews captured about 1,000 pounds of mackerel. A good share of the haul was brought back to Chapel Hill and distributed around among the anglers’ friends.

“We hope the mackerel will be as willing as they were a year ago,” said Mr. Andrews yesterday. “If they are, we are going to give Chapel Hill another feast.”

The fishermen plan to come back Wednesday. They will bring with them Jack Andrews Jr., who has been in Wilmington with his aunt, Mrs. E.P. Block.

From the front page of the Chapel Hill Weekly, Friday, August 13, 1926

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Surprised that Marvin Wilson Married July 26 to Margaret York, 1926

Marvin Wilson Married. . . Wed to Margaret York of Raleigh on the 26th of July

A few days ago the report got out that somebody had seen, in the office of the Register of Deeds in Hillsboro, a record of the marriage of Marvin Wilson, son of Mr. and Mrs. T. J. Wilson. The report was greeted at first with considerable doubting. But, sure enough, the record is there.

Mr. Wilson was married to Miss Margaret York in Hillsboro Monday, July 26, by the Presbyterian minister, Rev. H. S. Bradshaw. The witnesses were J. T. Gresham Jr. of Warsaw, E. F. Yarborough of Louisburg, and A. C. Justice of Chapel Hill. The groom’s age was given as 21 and the bride’s as 19.

Mr. Wilson is in the University law school and will take the bar examination for his license this month. Mrs. Wilson, who comes from Raleigh, is a student in the Summer School.

From the front page of the Chapel Hill Weekly, Friday, August 13, 1926

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Mrs. Johnston in Hospital with Broken Hip, Aug. 13, 1926

Mrs. Johnston Hurt by Fall

Mrs. Charles W. Johnston is lying helpless in Watts Hospital, Durham, with a fractured hip bone.

The injury was the result of a fall last week. The doctors say that her condition is improving, and in a letter to a friend in Chapel Hill, Mrs. Johnston says that the pain is much less severe than it was.

From the front page of the Chapel Hill Weekly, Friday, August 13, 1926

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