If we failed to be interested in the misfortunes of our fellows we would not be human. Real tragedies happen all about us and from them the thoughtful ones learn lessons that are no doubt helpful.
Here is one. Hugh Bowman, well known to the police circles, has been under indictment for various charges such as assault, violation of liquor laws, etc. Recently he failed to appear in court when he was due to be there and thus forfeited a bond of $1,000. One day this week he ventured near town and was partaking of the contents of an ice cold bottle of pop. Some fellows went and told the police and sheriff, and they hastened to the place where he was regaling himself. He tried to get out his gun when the officers approached, but, to use the term of the officer, they beat him to it, which means that the officer grabbed him before he could draw the gun. Big handcuffs were placed on his hands and a rope about his body and he was carried to jail at Dobson where he is very likely to remain until next October at which time he can get a hearing in the Superior court.
Here is another. Sid Vaughn lives out near the Sulphur Springs. He has a wife and children. Last Sunday night at the hour of two in the morning Deputy Ashburn and Chief Lawrence made a search of his premises and found 26 pint bottles filled with liquor. They also found empty bottles and empty jugs and all things needful for a retail business. Vaughn frankly told the officers that he had a wife and babies and could not get a job and that he had to make a living some way. He will get a hearing in the local court next week and will leave his case to a jury of his countrymen. And here is still another. A thrifty housewife of this this city, one of these energetic ones who is not afraid not work and who gets busy and brings things to pass, well this woman has been busy all this spring seeing that a goodly bunch of young chickens were in no way delayed in getting ready for the table. One night this week she noticed five big two-pound fellows who appeared to be plenty large to care for their own feathers and so they were not huddled into the tight house as had been the custom. Imagine her surprise next morning when she found that the pesky rats had killed all five of them. Now she is on the war path and is as busy poisoning and catching rats as she has been raising chickens.
No doubt this will suffice for the present.
From The Mount Airy News, Thursday, May 26, 1921.
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