Construction
By J.T. Garrett
It was with sincere regret that the men in the Construction
Department learned that Mr. L.S. Grandy, the superintendent of construction,
had accepted a position with a subsidiary company in Dutch Guiana, and would
soon leave Badin for South America.
Mr. Grandy has been identified with construction work here
for over three years, and by his fairness and personal attitude has made a
friend of every subordinate, and each, while wishing him every success in his
new field, feels a personal loss in his leaving.
Mr. C.R. Claywell will assume the duties hitherto performed
by Mr. Grandy, and needless to say will have the loyal support of the
organization.
Mr. W.L. Stokes, while attempting to start his new car, was
unfortunate enough to have it step on him and fracture his arm. As ladies were
present, he suffered greatly. He is having Mr. Smith paint his coat of arms on
the doors. The design shows an Elgin rampant, with a crank as a bar sinister.
Stokes again tried his car, and while going up a steep hill
en route to the spencer baseball game badly stifled its left fore wheel, and
scratched his “gee” escutcheon. No injuries to passengers, as they were all
masculine.
Apropos of construction—all known records seem to be in
danger from the rapid completion and putting into service of rumors about the
status of Badin’s development. As an example—in the course of a few hours
recently, one telegram was quoted, “shutting down all work, authorizing ‘steen
pot rooms, transferring everybody but the office cat, increasing and promoting
the whole force including the aforesaid cat—and so on ad nauseum.
The garden fever is raging. Jessup laid out his patch with a
transit, using a brick as a monument. His neighbor keeps chickens, and the
brick several days later was used as a missile. He is now trying to identify
the different rows—as something very like beans is coming up where he expected
potatoes.
The sewage disposal plant at the Negro village has been
completed, and will soon be put into operation. An inspecting committee
composed of Messrs. Stokes, Cowart, and Casper, has been suggested, and the
necessary preliminary work, enlarging manholes, strengthening ladders, etc., is
under way.
Tommie Culp recently borrowed all available cars, so that he
could not be followed, and went up to Misenheimer Springs and got married. The
blushing bridegroom is again in our midst, and is receiving the congratulations
and best wishes of his numerous friends.
The Baseball Team has organized, with W.I. Stokes, Manager;
Chief Early, captain; and N.L. Smith, as secretary and treasurer. Several of
the scheduled games have been played, resulting in a crop of assorted emotions
in the minds of the fans.
“Dugan” Shankle, the official rooter for the baseball team,
has recently returned from a week’s fishing trip in Onslow County. He reports
excellent fishing, and an attack by a crowd of vicious frogs. He says he saw no
snakes.
It seems strange that so many otherwise sensible people will
listen to and then retail the frenzied yappings of a puerile prevaricator,
whose imagination and brains are proportionately like unto a mammoth and
mudcat.
Ananias and Munchasen have been figuratively awarded the
palm for being the greatest liars of all times—fortunately for them, they were
not contemporaneous with some of the Badinites.
“Boss, I can’t git on dese boots, the biggest ones in the
bunch is only 11s.”
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