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Monday, May 29, 2023

News from Brief, N.C., May 29, 1923

Found the Crow and Came Near Being Shot

Brief, May 28—The regular correspondent has asked me to write the news for this issue, so if the readers of the Journal will excuse my mistakes, I will do so.

The people through this section of the county are worrying over the irregular stand of cotton. Some are thinking of planting over, while others are thinking of plowing up the worst and planting it in corn.

The stork visited the home of Mr. and Mrs. Lee Page on May 20, and left a nice boy.

Cora Lavinia, the young daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Maurice Burnette, is right sick at this writing.

Master John Henry Long, the young son of Mr. and Mrs. G.A. Long, spent the week-end with relatives at Concord.

Mr. and Mrs. Clayton Austin and children of Monroe, Route 2, spent the week-end with Mrs. Austin’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. M.A. Austin.

A good many Brief people attended the “foot washing” at Watson Sunday.

Brief lays claim to several championships, but the latest is that of the bee tree hunter. He is Mr. Will Almond, a tenant on Mr. B.J. Clontz’s farm. One day recently he found three within a hundred yards of each other. Can anyone beat it?

Boy’s let’s pull together and put out a good ball team this summer. With the material we have around here, together with some practice, we could have a winning team. Come on, let’s go!

The rare occurrence of chicken thieving by crows happened the other day on the farm of Mrs. C.F. Biggers. Mrs. Biggers had been missing some feathered-young a few days prior to the apprehension of the black cawing miscreant. However, the story originates with Mr. A.L. Hartsell, who as a lover of nature was strolling through the woods when he came upon Mr. Hoyle Biggers, who was imitating the call of the bird, trying to attract him within shooting distance. It was the call of Mr. Biggers which had attracted Mr. Hartsell, neither knowing the other was about.

As the attracted spectator drew nearer, the cawing cry came sighing in more and more plaintive tones until it had drawn Mr. Hartsell within 20 feet of Mr. Biggers. Mr. Hartsell was looking for a nest of young crows, and, twisting a twig between thumb and index finger, he posed a natural woodsman-hunter.

“You a crow hunting, too?” came from behind a large pine tree.

“Humph! I was about to shoot,” came the abrupt reply from Mr. Hartsell.

Be a booster like a rooster,

Crow it loud and long;

Make a high step with a quick step

Put a little “pepper” in your song.

From the front page of the Monroe Journal, May 29, 1923

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