By Clee Vaughan
Who is the best person in Scotland Neck? It is certainly hard to say. In some respects, I dare say, one person in this good town is better than another, and vice-versa. But, on the whole, there is so much that is good in a vast majority of our citizens it would be a difficult problem to give a correct answer to the above question.
When I say Scotland Neck people are good, I mean to take into consideration not only the goodness of heart, the kindness, the charitableness and the gentleness of nature of our citizens, than whom, in these respects, there are no better people; for I am not unmindful of the intelligence, high aspirations and lofty ideals of our home folk.
I speak of Scotland Neck as a whole, for it would be unjust to the good people here to class them with a few who have seen fit to make this town their home. Unfortunately, Scotland Neck is the home of a few, perhaps, who are not up to the high standards of the majority of its citizens. However, the percentage of such is so small that it is hardly noticeable.
The good in our people is not confined to either sex, nor to the grown-ups; for, while we have the biggest-hearted and most benevolent men in the world, as well as some of the saintliest women on earth, where will you find more manly, unselfish, honest and more gentlemanly boys, or more modest and lady-like girls than right here at home?
When everything is running smoothly and life is one grand, sweet song, I think Scotland Neck is the grandest place on earth in which to live; but when one is burdened with grief and sorrow, as I have been for the past three weeks, on account of the serious illness of my wife, who is now convalescent, I think this good town is second only to heaven. You have been very kind, indeed, to Mrs. Vaughan and me, in expressing your sympathies, inquiring about her condition, sending flowers, visiting her, offering me the use of your car, sending me over to see her while she was in the hospital, and in various ways, shown your goodness of heart, for all of which, our gratitude knows no bounds.
From the editorial page of The Commonwealth, Scotland Neck, N.C., May 3, 1921
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