From the Jan. 8, 1917 issue of the Lumberton Robesonian. The play that Rev. Willis attended and so enjoyed, decried the end of slavery and promoted the Ku Klux Klan.
Plans and purposes are subject to changes. We cannot see far
enough into the future to know how things will materialize, therefore, we find
ourselves doing or not doing the things that come to us unexpectedly.
When I left the “Old North State” on the 13th of
November and came to Augusta, I expected to be in Lakeland, Fla., ere this, but
here I am and will remain here until about the 28th of Dec. The
opportunity for seeing new things and visiting strange places, to me, has been
good, and I assure you I have enjoyed looking upon the scenery which is unlike
that of my home land. The hills are beautiful, the growth upon them small and
scattered; and when you ascend the highest you can see for miles and miles in
all directions. In North Augusta, just across the Savannah River from the city
proper, is the Hampton Terrace Hotel, a magnificent building which contains
more than 260 rooms. This is known as “the tourist hotel.” Dr. Deas and I went
through the building one day and up into one of the domes. The gentleman who
conducted us through said, “Now, if you had glasses you could see into four
states, North Carolina, Tennessee, South Carolina and Georgia.” Of course, we
were then in South Carolina and could look over into Georgia and see the city
of Augusta spread out before our eyes in all its splendor. North Augusta “is
beautiful for situation,” using a Bible phrase, as it has many palatial
residences with beautiful growth surrounding.
Twenty-five years ago there was no “North Augusta” but today
it is a splendid town and a beautiful place in which to live. A trolly line
running from Augusta to Aiken, S.C., passes through North Augusta and this is
well patronized and must be a money-making proposition. When going from Augusta
to Aiken on this line you pass through several small towns. The prettiest and
largest are Langley and Graniteville. One Sunday, in the afternoon, Dr. Deas
carried us over to Aiken to see the town. Our party was composed of Dr. and
Mrs. Deas, Misses Birdie and Leola Deas and Mr. Maxwell Deas, who guided the
large car up and down the steep hills, and around the curves, as only an expert
at the wheel can do. Aiken is a beautiful and prosperous town and in a few more
years will be numbered among the cities of South Carolina.
I went over on the street car to Graniteville some days
after and spent the night. About sundown I visited the cemetery, which is
located upon the top of a high hill. On reaching the top, almost out of
breath—for the ascent is steep—I saw the plateau, or level land, consisting of
12 to 15 acres, perhaps, where the dead are laid to rest. There are many fine
and costly monuments here and the grounds are kept in good order. I could not
help thinking that the grave, to the living, is very dark; we dread to enter
there. The sleep is long; and we are told “there is no knowledge nor devise in
the grave whither thou goest” but to stand in the midst of the sleepers and
behold the beautiful workmanship of God’s hands, as portrayed in nature,
assisted by man’s ingenious skill, I felt in my heart, it is not so bad, after
all. Only be particular with the record left behind and the repose will be
sweet.
It was too late to see the setting sun and too smoky to
obtain the best view, but to my mind I was well paid for my trip.
Christmas will be here and gone before this letter reaches
The Robesonian office. As I write, preparations are going on in the city to
celebrate the day. Holly is being brought in from the country in great
quantities to be sued in various ways to suit the fancies of the purchasers.
Many of the stores are beauties to behold, as they display their goods to the
best advantage to catch the eye of the purchaser.
There is nothing that can take the place of advertising in
the business world. It works well and counts for much in progressive life.
The great play on canvas “The Birth of a Nation” is here for
three days beginning at 3 p.m. Thursday the 21st. I had heard it
spoken of when in Lumberton, as being the best ever seen by those who witnessed
the performance, so I went to the grand opera and saw it myself. It is worth
the price of admission to anyone who cares to see a reproduction of the “dark
days” during and just after the civil war.
There is something going on here all the time that will
entertain all who feel disposed to take it in. There are other places I have
visited, both in the city and country. I would like to speak of, but this
letter is too long already and must be closed. I will say, however, that I
expect to leave Augusta about the 28th inst. And go straight to
Jacksonville, Fla. After remaining there a week or ten days I will then go to
Lakeland, Fla., 200 miles further south.
In closing, I desire to extend to the Robesonian, together
with all my friends, my Christmas greetings. So farewell for the present. You
may possibly hear from me again later.
--W.W. Willis, Augusta, Ga.