Hot days and cool nights.
One more summer month.
August steps in to-morrow.
The huckleberry season is here.
It will soon be time to sow turnips.
The preserving season is in full blast.
The blackberry season is drawing to a close.
One more month vacation and then back to the books.
Watermelon—red meat and black seed, are in the market.
The political pot hasn’t commenced to boil in these parts.
The best way to break up a crowd is to take up a collection.
The boll weevil has made his appearance in some sections of this county.
Homemade watermelon are behind this year, owing to too much rain.
Some Weldon women’s idea of necessity is most anything they can get at a cut price.
Even at that, a man would rather be kept away by a crying baby than by a scolding wife.
The trouble with a great many men is they are like steel—all right until they lose their temper.
Our idea of a model husband is the Weldon man who is as nice to his wife in private as he is in public.
The reason life is so quiet and peaceful in rural sections is because country doctors don’t tell all they know.
Of course there are crooks in politics, but did you ever see any other profession that didn’t have its share?
Higher education is usually obtained at an institution that pays its football coach more than it pays its president.
A man is usually considered ignorant because he doesn’t happen to know the same things you happen to know.
Home, according to the idea of some Weldon men, is a place where they can go when they want to have a quarrel.
We met one Weldon citizen yesterday who says he only believes half of what he hears and at that generally hears the wrong half.
The world must be in pretty good shape. No European nation has tried to borrow money from us for over two weeks.
The Weldon woman who gossips enjoys hearing herself talk but still gets a lot of thrill when she’s only “listening in.”
This country uses $30 million worth of lead pencils a year. The wear and tear comes in figuring out tax returns.
A lot of fellows spend their life trying to live up to a lot of promises they once made a certain young lady in the moonlight.
The Democrats appear to have learned one thing at their convention, and that is that New York City is a poor place to hold one.
When a Weldon girls says she’d rather walk home from church with one boy than ride home in a fine auto with another—that’s love.
One reason why we never believe the fisherman who tells us about the big one that got away is because he never gives us any of the little ones that didn’t.
Old Job had his boils, but he never knew what patience was compared with the man who has to stand in front of a barber shop and wait for his wife to have her hair bobbed.
From the front page of The Roanoke News, “A Newspaper for the People,” Weldon, N.C., Thursday, July 31, 1924
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