Monroe Journal
Mr. J.L. Davis of the Union community of Sandy Ridge has learned that he can’t put his foot into even his No. 10 when there is a copperhead snake already in the shoe. He knows, for he tried it and failed.
Mr. Davis is accustomed to make trips to Rock Hill with a car load of produce each Saturday. Last Saturday morning he took off his work shoes as usual, left them in the closet at home, donning his Sunday clothes to go to town in. In the afternoon he came back, and like all prudent men do, went to change back from his Sunday to his everyday shoes. He thrust to put his foot in but it wouldn’t settle down. It came in contact with a soft feeling obstacle.
“Must be one of them durned old rats,” he said, withdrawing his foot. It wasn’t a rat, but a snake, wedged in good and tight by the pressure of the foot. Mr. Davis got to the yard with the shoes and shook the snake out and killed it. It was a venomous copperhead, two feet long. That was some snake to be in one’s shoe, but then it was some shoe. The snake was in head first, and that is the reason it did not chew any on Mr. Davis’ big toe.
From page 7 of The Cleveland Star, Shelby, N.C., Friday, July 17, 1925
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