The Record is reliably informed that the Startown section
was visited by a good shower yesterday afternoon. It is said that there were
evidences of the rain in the road leading from the Startown school to Craig
Shuford’s farm, where Uncle Craig and Professor McIntosh entertained a party of
Hickory sports—and here the term is used advisedly—last night and this morning.
The men, about a dozen all told, went down in three
automobiles and struck the rain belt about the time they reached the Dutch
Dairy farms. Nature was a little better to the crops from that point on to
Uncle Craig’s house, and the roads presented a wallowy appearance as the three
benzine buggies worried over it. Another automobile joined the party from
Newton.
Just as the first two automobiles started out of the front
yard, and after Dr. W.B. Ramsay remarked that home was not just around the
corner, a rear axle snapped. Two cars had glided out safely, and that left two
machines there to look after the load—and one of them was out of action. Along
towards 1 o’clock a happy thought struck Mack and he and Gus Self motored to
Mr. McGill’s close by and borrowed his Buick, and at 1:15 the two machines
started home—but they came by way of Newton. Mack was driving the borrowed machine
and when he got to town he put in some more gasoline and returned. Mack is sure
some hard working man.
But the crops were looking fine and Uncle Craig’s cotton was
as good as any seen in the county. The young corn along the road, especially
that at the Dutch Dairy Farm, was looking straight up, and all other crops were
doing the same.
Those in the party visiting the genial hosts were J.D.
Elliott, Dr. W.B. Ramsay, W.A. Self, B.B. Blackwelder, L.F. Abernethy, A.G.
Kirkpatrick, A.K. Joy, Rev. W.W. Rowe, Charles H. Geitner, and S.H. Farabee.
There was evidence that the house was filled with smoke, as
the good weeds were burned up, because one of the little Macks said so—in his
own way. The youngster liked the comments that were made on those fine peaches
and cantaloupes that were passed around so freely.
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