Odds and Ends:
Man feeding coins into parking meter, as his lady companion hands him penny
after penny from purse, inquiring each time, “Want more?” . . . Housewife
bemoans the rapid rise in the cost of vittles in the raw and says there’s no
sense in such . . . “Just plain hellishness, ‘twould appear to me.” . . . New display
rooms of the Winkler Motor Company taking form, as strollers watch the work . .
. Another patient group of sidewalk engineers hangs out right regularly at the
Building and Loan building which is undergoing extensive remodeling. . . Group
of children play in Boone Creek, as others engage in wrestling and even a touch
of fist fighting, as the glorious institution of childhood carries on, a
wholesome and unchanged carryover from a less harried era. . . Boats of most
every description seen to pass through town this summer as Watauga dam provides
a mecca for boatmen and fishermen. . . Lots of these little outboarders are
seen trailing motor cars, some smaller ones are inverted over the tops of the
sedans, but the other Sunday a huge trailer pulled by one of those might Mack
moguls dragged through a beautiful little ocean-going cruiser, being shipped
from the builders in Detroit to Eastern Carolina. . . Earl Norris and other
highway workers repair the Poplar Grove road at the old laundry corner, and
bridge crew re-floors the crossing of Boone Creek nearby. . . Both these
improvements are of more than passing importance to one who regularly uses this
stretch in his saunterings to and from work. . . Slightly nearsighted one
plumps into plate glass door down at C.K. Marion’s Café. . . a rare tribute to
the lad who does the glass polishing down there.
Unto These Hills continues
to draw large numbers of Boone folks to the Cherokee Indian reservation. . .
The spectacular outdoor pageant of the sufferings and tribulations of the
Cherokees is good, decidedly so, and the stadium in which native stone is sued
predominately, and the backdrop is the Great Smokies, enhances the worth of the
stage presentation. . . Local folks are
particularly interested because the cast contains a Boone boy, Blanton Miller
is one of the stellar performers with his professional portrayal of Tecumseh,
fiery Shawnee warrior. . . Those who haven’t seen the show should make a trip
over that way. . . There is no more spectacular ride than from Boone to
Cherokee. . . Incidentally, we find that a number of Piedmont and eastern
Carolina people are making the trip to Cherokee via Boone, on their return
completing a sort of grand circle tour, which includes the noted parkway.
In The Old Days
it was considered that when a man wore “Sunday clothes” on week days he had
definitely “arrived” in so far as economic security was concerned. . . In later
years the status of his wealth came to be measured by what sort of automobile
he piloted along the pavement, or how many gadgets his home contained. . . We
have found however, that a man’s financial troubles are most certainly over
when he takes to writing his signature, deliberately, so that no man on earth
can decipher it. . . Trucks loaded with coal, parked along the street, while
out of state vendors stop passerbys and try to make sales. . . Onlookers try to
figure out whether the standard six ton load is nearer four than five. . .
Staccato bark of rifles Sunday afternoon at city dump, right smack in town, despite
the fact there’s always been an ordinance. . . Need for truck lane around town
grows greater as commercial traffic through the place increases. . . Heartening
to know that such an artery is in the planning stage.
Bob Agle, who in
his capacity as district executive for the Sams movie enterprises, is one of
the town’s most consistent buyers of space in the Watauga Democrat, sends us
this highly appreciated note: “May I take this opportunity to congratulate you
on your new
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