Sunday, February 21, 2021

Charlotte, N.C., An Industrial Center in 1921

Do You Know?

Compiled by Brock Barkley

Charlotte has 223 companies classified as industries?

Charlotte 28 auto truck dealers? Eight brick companies have headquarters or offices here?

Distributing offices of 19 dyestuff and chemical companies are here?

41 Cotton merchants have offices in Charlotte?

29 companies dealing in cotton mill machinery and supplies are in Charlotte or have offices and warehouses here?

Charlotte has four cotton seed oil mills and one cotton seed oil refinery?

Two cotton waste manufacturers have plants here?

Seven Fertilizer manufacturers have offices or plants here?

13 film distributing companies are located in Charlotte?

12 foundries and machine shops are located here?

Charlotte has two ice manufacturies?

Charlotte has five laundries?

Charlotte has three leather belting establishments?

Four mattress manufacturing companies are located here?

Charlotte has five marble and granite works?

17 cotton mills are situated in Charlotte?

Charlotte has the largest flour mill in the state with a daily capacity of 1,000 barrels?

Charlotte has one of the largest casket manufacturing companies in the South?

Charlotte has two hosiery mills?

Two motor express lines run out from Charlotte?

Four overall manufacturing plants are located here?

Charlotte has offices of four big packing plants?

Five warehouse companies are located here?

From the Charlotte News and Evening Chronicle, Saturday evening, Feb. 19, 1921

Saturday, February 20, 2021

"Bum" Robs Mr. and Mrs. George Franklin After They Feed Him, Put Him Up for the Night, Feb. 20, 1921

Good Samaritan Robbed in Turn. . . “Bum” Spends Night at Private Home, Then Robs Place to Show Thanks

George Franklin, local blacksmith residing on Derita road, is wondering if the lesson in the story about the Good Samaritan holds good in these days, since his experience with a stranger, “down and out,” whom he received into his home Friday night.

A bountiful supper, a feather bed and a hot breakfast did not suffice in the case of one John who called at Mr. Franklin’s home about sunset Friday and cursed the world in which he lived for the luck it had bestowed upon him.

John was heaping further curses upon the old universe Saturday morning after he ahd been pulled from a freight train at Mooresville and placed under arrest on a charge of stealing a box of cigars and a pistol from Mr. Franklin’s home.

“I’m down and out, brother, down and out,” John told Mr. Franklin, when the latter responded to a knock at his door. “I’ve got no money, no job, no nothing. I’ve no place to lay my head and I’m losing strength for lack of sustaining food.”

Mr. Franklin’s big heart went out in sympathy for the unfortunate, Mrs. Franklin fixed up a hot supper. Soon the stranger was stretching his feet before a glowing fire and enjoying one of Mr. Franklin’s cigars. He said little, puffing away and thinking deeply, apparently.

To bed he went with a warm good night and a reiteration of his deep appreciation for the spirit of neighborliness displayed by his hosts. Morning found him rested and ready for ham and eggs.

Profusely thanking his host and hostess, and regretting his inability to pay with money, he went his way, to the best of the knowledge and belief of Mr. and Mrs. Franklin.

Mrs. Franklin brought her husband to Young’s blacksmith shop on East Fifth street and returned home in about a half hour. Then discovery was made that the box of cigars, from which one had been taken the preceding night for the gratification of John’s desire for a few puffs, was gone, and Mr. Franklin’s pistol was also missing.

Officer J.C. Mayson at police headquarters was notified. His detective instinct told him that doubtless the thief had taken passage on a freight train which passed in front of the Franklin home. Police up the line between Charlotte and Winston were notified. Chief Thomason of the Mooresville police, pulled John from beneath the freight. The box of cigars and the pistol were found in his possession.

A warrant has been issued by Mr. Franklin before a local magistrate and John will be brought back here for trial Monday.

From the Charlotte News and Evening Chronicle, Sunday evening, Feb. 20, 1921

Dr. William Kemp Says Spain Is His 'Utopia' Feb. 20, 1921

American Finds Joys in Spain. . . Brother of Charlotte Man, Who Lives Near Barcelona, Talks of Country

By Gus Travis

Spain is the best country on the globe in which to live, in the opinion of Dr. William H. Kemp, brother of T.D. Kemp of 1732 East Eighth street.

And Dr. Kemp ought to know. Where he hasn’t been—ain’t. From the tropical jungles of South America to the highest mountains in all civilized countries, his work has taken him. A dentist by profession, a business man by shrewdness, a traveler by circumstance, and a cosmpolitan by knowledge, he declared Saturday that as far as “byes” are concerned with him, it is good-bye to every place but balmy Spain! There lies his Utopia.

Nestling by the warm Mediterranean in a little resort called Caldetas, just outside of Barcelonia, lies the house that “Bill” built. Only a hundred yards or so from the big sea it stands—and yet looks out upon the vast waters from an altitude of 150 feet. Around it the big hills glisten with vineyards famous for their luscious grapes. And all about is the atmosphere of romance found nowhere but in old Spain. There Dr. Kemp lives with his Spanish wife and two children. He doesn’t merely exist—he lives! And who wouldn’t live in such a place?

Dr. Kemp practiced dental surgery in Argentine, South America, for 15 years—and lived even longer than that on the continent below the equator. He has traversed every country in South America, crossed the lofty Andes, visited outlying islands, and seen the real life of practically every race and people north and south of goodness-only-knows-what.

And there are a few interesting facts about that Argentine republic of South America, according to Dr. Kemp who spent Friday and Saturday with his brother here. There lies the camping ground of all nations. Americans, Frenchmen, Englishmen, Germans, Spaniards, Irishmen, Scotchmen, Canadians, Mexicans, Bulgarians, and people from Cincinnati ply their trade or seek their pleasure around that famous metropolis, Buenos Aires. Every language almost in existence is spoken there. And to Dr. Kemp these representatives of the various corners of the globe owe thanks—for it was through his hard work that the automatic telephone came into existence in that place. Now no irritating centrals are needed to endeavor to understand the babble of many different tongues for automatically the Bulgarians and the Frenchmen are connected over the phone, the Frenchmen and the English put in touch with each other, and the Americans and the people from Cincinnati are able to wage their linquistic controversies.

But enough of Argentine. Back to the land of sunshine, contentment and romance—Spain!

Dr. Kemp has discovered in his observations that the Spanish people are over and over again our Southern folks. That’s the secret of his delight. There is hospitality, he declared, unequaled in all the world—except the South. Mingle with the Spaniards, know their language, and presto—the hokus-pokus man of fate has changed you into a price among princes. There is always welcome within their doors. They cannot do enough for you. Your smile and appreciation is their most desired reward. And then you begin to like them. Soon you are part of them, and suddenly, the hokus-pokus man waves his magic wand—and when Gabriel blows his horn he’ll turn the old trumpet in our directin sand say, “Here’s one toot for John Smith in Spain!”

But Spain has its eccentricities. With something like 16 million people crowded into a territory hardly as large as one of our smallest state, there one finds peculiar conditions. For instance, Spain is in a way unprogressive—and wisely unprogressive. The do not take to modern machinery and labor saving devices, because—well, Mr. Spaniard has got to have work, that’s allt here is to it. Every machine that saves labor knocks just that many men out of jobs—and that’s one thing old Spain won’t stand for. Six million men have got to work. And so inventive genius grows rich elsewhere.

Then, another thing against machinery—that is, gasoline motors and the like. Gasoline in Spain costs about $1.25 a gallon. So tourists, don’t take your cars to Spain. A little cool spin in the evenings across the pretty hills and dales is expensive—and incidentally, the automobile industry plods its unsatisfactory course in Spain with a sardonic frown.

And to shift to France momentarily—one has to pay 80 cents a gallon for the flivver juice in the pollus territory. But strange to say, you can ride twice as far for the same price in France that you would have to pay in the land of the free and brave. I’ll say it’s brave. If we had a yellow streak we would have succumbed before the demands of the taxi drivers 15 years ago.

But back to Spain again—not in a taxi, though! And suppose we stop a while in Barcelona this time? The most wonderful city in the world, it is contends Dr. Kemp. There is but one New York, that’s true—and but one Paris, one London, and one Buenos Aires. But there is also but one Barcelona. Each has its distinctive characteristics—but Barcelona excels in that atmosphere of beauty and delight. It stands alone in its hospitality, climate and picturesqueness—the one ideal home of the lover of tranquility and natural beauty.

Barcelona bows to but one rival—Caldetas. With only a 50-minute ride separating the little resort from the fine city, there is a difference of 10 degrees in the climate. Hemmed n by the big hills, Caldetas knows not the cold moans of the four winds or the howl of the raging tempest. At her feet the warm, sunny Mediterranean laps the yellow sands and whispers soft zephyrs to the glistening hills. The lazy sighing of the trees and the gentle beating of the waves lull the dark-eyed Spanish maidens to sleep under the big bright moon and—oh--who WOULDN’T agree with Dr. Kemp that there’s no such a thing as Paradise Lost in Caldetas.

Dr. Kemp is a native of Mississippi. During the recent World war Mr Kemp made his home in Mobile, Ala. Last year he, his Spanish wife, who is from a family which has long made its home in Barcelona, and their two children returned to Spain to make their home.

Dr. Kemp was in conference here with representatives of some of the electrical manufacturers. He left Saturday night for Alabama, but will return to Charlotte in some weeks for a more extended visit with his brother here before departing for his home in Spain.

From the Charlotte News and Evening Chronicle, Sunday evening, Feb. 20, 1921

Tenderloin, Sirloin Steak, 30 Cents a Pound, Feb. 20, 1921

Take a look at the ads for groceries. Pint of Wesson oil, 30 cents; quart of Wesson oil, 60 cents. 24 pounds of flour, $1.45. A peck of Irish potatoes, 35 cents, or a peck of sweet potatoes, 50 cents. 3 cans of tomatoes, or sweet corn, or English peas, 50 cents. A dozen eggs, 50 cents. Canned Delmonte peaches, 3 for $1, pineapple, 40 cents a can. Ritters pork and beans, 10 cents. Sliced bacon, 45 cents a pound. Three coops of nice fat hens, 33 cents a pound. Best cuts tenderloin and sirloin steak, 30 cents a pound. Pure pork sausage, 30 cents a pound. Veal chops, 25 cents a pound. Lamb roast, 25 cents a pound. Cured ham, sliced, 40 cents a pound. Fresh fish, 15 to 18 cents a pound.

Clipping from: The Charlotte News and Evening Chronicle. Feb. 20, 1921, page 9. North Carolina Newspapers, North Carolina Digital Heritage Center, https://newspapers.digitalnc.org/lccn/sn91068256/1921-02-20/ed-1/seq-9/

County Building Home for Delinquent Women, Feb. 20, 1921

Organization of the body that will build and have direction of the home for delinquent women in this county was effected Saturday afternoon at a meeting held in the county commissioners’ room. After the meeting it was announced that work on the building would start within 60 days. It will be on the county home plantation, by provision of the law.

The officers of the governing body will be J.B. McLaughlin, chairman of the board of county commissioners, permanent chairman of the board; Mayor John M. Wilson of the city, vice-chairman; Alfred W. Brown, secretary; and W.S. Alexander, treasurer. The other directors, besides the officers, will be Heriot Clarkson, one of the originators of the idea of the home, and A.H. Washburn.

The building committee consists of J.B. McLaughlin, W.S. Alexander and A.H. Washburn, and Mayor John M. Wilson.

The governing board chosen at the meeting is to be augmented by the addition of 12 prominent women of the city and county. This will be done at an early date.

The act authorizing the bill provides that it shall cost not less than $20,000, and that $5,000 annually shall be provided to maintain it. The city and county are to share equally in both original cost and maintenance. Not more than 50 acres as a location for the home was to be set aside, according to the terms of the bill, but this clause is not essential since the law requires it to be located on the land already owned by the county as a site for the County Home.

From the Charlotte News and Evening Chronicle, Sunday evening, Feb. 20 1921

J.E. Thomas Opening Cannery, Will Contract With Local Growers, Feb. 20, 1921

Thomas to Head Canning Plant. . . Farmers to Get Contracts for Fruits and Vegetables

The launching of a new industry for this community took place Saturday when men of the city and county organized the Thomas Canning Club, which will can fruits and vegetables grown in this section. It is expected the main building of the plant—which is to be located at the suburb of Thomasboro, near Chadwick Hoskins—will be ready for occupancy by March 1 and will be ready to handle the first fruits and vegetables of the season.

The officers for the company are J.E. Thomas, president and manager; R.B. Price, vice-president; C.C. Thomas, secretary and treasurer. The board of directors will include the officer sand Frank Hovis, M.M. McCord, Charles Gibson and Dolph Freeman.

The company’s authorized capital is $50,000 with $15,000 paid in. The capacity of the plant at the beginning will be 2,000 cans a day. Later it will be increased. Mr. Thomas, president and manager of the company, will make a trip North this week to buy machinery for the plant.

One of the incidents in connection with the organization is that the company will make contracts with farmers of the county for fruits and vegetables for the plant. The company will furnish the seed to the farmers and truck growers on a certain agreement that the grower shall send his produce to the factory for canning.

The venture is expected to prove one of the most interesting experiments ever undertaken here, in that it promises to open up an entirely new industry. It will offer, besides the direct inducement by contract with the farmer to furnish deeds for planting, another inducement in the shape of an always-ready institution where surplus fruits and vegetables can be sold. This fact is expected to prove an immediate stimulus to large trucking enterprises in the county.

From the Charlotte News and Evening Chronicle, Sunday evening, Feb. 20, 1921

Friday, February 19, 2021

Phone Operators Listening In, Neighbors Watching Baxter McRary, Mrs. Varner, Feb. 19, 1921

Greensboro, Feb. 19—Continued evidence of a damaging character against Mrs. H.B. Varner, suing her husband, the well-known Lexington publisher and editor for “a reasonable subsistence,” featured Friday’s session in federal court.

The defense introduced a long list of witnesses who testified of various incidents of an incriminating character against Mrs. Varner and her alleged intimate relations with Baxter McRary, wealthy Lexington negro.

Telephone employes of the Lexington exchange testified to repeated telephone calls which went over the lines between McRary’s telephone number and the number of the Varner home for the past few years.

In the afternoon the most sensational testimony was given by Bob Redwine, an employe of the Lexington telephone exchange. He testified that one month previous to the time the 18-year-old boys were going to camp, he was employed at the exchange between the hours of 9 p.m. and 7 a.m. One night (he wasn’t certain of the date) about 10 p.m. No. 53 (McRary’s telephone number) called No. 117 (Mr. Varner’s number). He declared that when No. 53 called, he asked Paul Grimes, a student in the office, if he wanted to listen to the conversation. He did and the two men listened. He testified that he recognized the two voices as being those of McRary and Mrs. Varner. According to Redwine, McRary said: “I’ll be down in a few minutes,” and that Mrs. Varner replied: “All right.”

Mr. Redwine said he then told Grimes: “Let’s watch and see if he does come down.” Continuing, he said: “In about 15 minutes we saw McRary coming. When he got at the entrance to the alley running in rear of the Varner home he turned into the alley.” The witness couldn’t say how far he went down the alleyway, as a barn obstructed his view.

He declared that in the years of 1918, 1919 and 1920, it was not an uncommon thing for No. 53 to call No. 117. He did not know who answered the telephone at No. 117 at all times.

Mrs. Hildred Anderson, an employe of Meyer’s department store, this city, and a former employe of the Lexington exchange, testified that on one occasion No. 117 called 52 (she contended that No. 52 was McRary’s number) and that she heard the following message. “I have the papers, meet me.” After hearing this, she said her attention was attracted to another number and that upon returning to the McRary-Varner line, she heard McRary cough and hang up the receiver. On another occasion, Mrs. Anderson testified, McRary called and said: “Meet me at the bridge at 2 o’clock.”

Ed. Beck for nine years an employe of the telephone exchange, testified that in the summer of 1916, before July 15, No. 53 called No. 117. He intended listening from the start but his attention was called to another number. However, he declared that he returned to 53-117 line in time to hear: “You’ll see.” He was certain the voices of the conversationalists were those of McRary and Mrs. Varner. This occurred after 10 p.m., said the witness.

This ended the telephone folk testimony.

Hill Beck, an employe of a motor company near the Varner residence, testified that in the summer of 1917, after midnight, he saw Baxter McRary enter the side entrance, between Dr. E.J. Buchanan’s and Mr. Varner’s houses. He didn’t see him after he turned into the entrance.

James Hall, another garage employe, testified that between October 5 and October 15, 1919, between the ours of 8 and 9 o’clock at night he saw McRary get out of his automobile near Dr. Buchanan’s office, located next to the Varner property. McRary then went through the side gate of the Varner premises. He asserted that he remained on watch until 11 p.m. but McRary never returned, as far as he knew. The automobile, driven by another negro, left as soon as McRary got out.

Sam J. Smith, clerk of court of Davidson county, testified that the general character of Redwine, Grimes and Ed. Beck was good.

A.N. Hunt of the Valentine Lumber Company, Lexington, testified that during the summer of 1919, about 11 p.m., he saw McRary and Mrs. Varner standing on the corner of State street and Third avenue. He said it was his opinion they were standing close together; that they soon parted, the man going one way, the woman another.

Mr. Sapp plunged into a tough cross-examination. He frankly asked the witness if his story wasn’t a “fixed up proposition.” Hunt emphatically denied any association with a scheme.

Milton Hedrock, who lives three or four miles from Lexington, testified that he was in the habit of visiting the Davidson capital three or four times a week and that he had seen Mrs. Varner on numerous occasions. One night in January, 1919, between the hours of midnight and 1 a.m., he declared that he saw a man coming away form the Varner premises and that he watched him until he identified him as Baxter McRary.

Frank Koonts, an ex-policeman of Lexington, testified that in July, 1918, about 3:30 a.m. he heard a noise in the rear of the Varner premises and that he walked up the alleyway and found McRary coming from the rear of the Varner lot. In reply to a quesiton as to what he was doing there at that hour of night McRary said: “My cows have gotten out and I thought I saw one of them come here.”

T.M. Burton, for the past three years agent of the American Railway Express Company, declared that in the middle of August, 1919, that he placed himself in a lumber yard in the rear of the Varner property and saw McRary enter the lot. A bit later, the witness said, he heard a door open and shut. This was about 10:30 p.m. He did not see him come out. He stated that he was certain it was McRary, as he passed within a couple feet of him.

Burton made a clear statement on direct examination, but tumbled into all kinds of trouble when Mr. Sapp commenced the cross-examination. He seemed to be terribly confused, with several blue prints in his possession. He was under the fire of the plaintiff’s attorney about 40 minutes.

Burton in his direct examination, testified that he told C.D.Hunt, cashier of the Bank of Lexington, of what he had seen. This information was imparted to Mr. Hunt in July, 1920, while the two men were at Moore’s Springs. Mr. Hunt was called and corroborated Burton’s testimony insofar as his name was concerned. He also gave Burton a good character. L.J. Peacock testified as to the good character of both Burton and Koonts.

From the front page of The Charlotte News and Evening Chronicle, Saturday evening, Feb. 19, 1921