“No more for me!” gleefully declared pretty little run-away Miss Huneycutt, aged 16, of Leaksville, Monday when her pa, after a hot chase after his daughter through Greensboro, High Point, Lexington and Salisbury, arrived in Albemarle on the next train after she had struck town on a bus.
“My money is gone, and I’m ready to go home—I’ll tell the world.”
No less pretty and no less anxious to get out of the cold, cruel world to where the home fires burn brightly was her companion, aged 17, Miss Hall.
The epidemic of wanderlust upstate which has led from the home roof something like 20 pairs of dainty little feet within the past month laid its hand on the Huneycutt and Hall homes in Leaksville Saturday—and presto—the daring little flappers hit the road.
The cause of it all was that the Hall girl’s grandma spoke crossly to her—which, these days, is plenty sufficient reason for running away from home. She spoke to her bosom friend of the Huneycutt home and she, too, was ready to leave home because the other girl’s grandma was cross. And—so they did.
Their wanderings took them to strange places, like Greensboro and Lexington. They saw the world. They were free. No restraining home influences—no cross grandmamas—nothing but freedom. But the thrilling pleasure of a wide and rollicking world didn’t come. By the time the run-aways reached Albemarle, their money was about gone and they were looking for work.
Mr. Huneycutt reached Albemarle on the evening train and went straight to the police headquarters with his troubles. Officer Carl Helms had noticed two such girls earlier in the afternoon and within a short time he had located them. They were on the point of going into a movie show. When he had informed them that it was time for them to go home, they were delighted.
--Albemarle Press
From the front page of the Reidsville Review, Monday, Dec. 24, 1923
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