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Man Is Never Satisfied.
As a rule man’s a fool,
When it’s hot he wants it cool;
When it’s cool he wants it hot;
Always wanting what is net.
The Old Time Meetings.
These yearly meetings of the Prim
itive Baptists at Hebron, Arnie and
other churches remind me of the old
fashion Methodist and Baptist meet
ings I used to go to before the war.
People would come thirty miles or
more, from over in Lee, Sumter and
Macon counties to these meetings,
traveling in horse and ox carts, and
sometimes the boys and girls came
in riding horse back, the mule cart
that followed was loaded with provis
ions for man and beast. It was not
the practice then as it is now, to drive
or ride a horse ten or twenty miles
to a church, tie him to a tree and leave
him there in the sun all day without
food or water, while the person who
brought him there was in the house
in the shade, or many times down at
the spring under the hill, two or three
hundred yards from the house talking
about settlement news, politics and
the prices of hides, tallow, wool and
coon skins over at the Travelers’ Rest
in Macon county, Amerieus in Sumter,
anl Hawkinsville in Pulaski. No sir,
a man that treated his horse, mule or
oxen mean and rode one without pro
per food, was counted thriftless and
hardly respectable. The services gen
erally commenced on Friday morning
before some certain Sunday at 10
o’clock, by the sun, and lasted until
Sunday night. These good old preach
ers traveled all over the wiregrass
section on horse back, with their clean
shirt in one end of their saddle bags
and their bible and song book in the
other, and it thrown across the sad
dle. Some time the preacher didn’t
have any horse, and walked from one
house on the road to another from
ten to thirty miles apart. But there
was one thing certain, tha preacher
never left the house where he staid
all night without food enough for
himself and “criter,” if he had one,
to last him until he reached “Brother
Jones’es, right across the Raccoon
ford.” * * * i remember n 1859,
I was nearly twelve years old, going
to “Macedonia,” on the road from
Amerieus to Danville, in Webster
county, and near the banks of Flint
river. This was the only Primitive
Baptist church in that sertion for a
radius of fifty miles. It was the
largest church I had ever seen, and
my uncle told me it was one of the
largest in Georgia, outside of cities.
It was built entirely of cypress logs,
covered with cypress, the floor, bench
es and pulpit were cypress slabs, that
is, cypress logs split open, and the
inner side hewn flat and smooth. It
was in a beautiful oak grove on a
hill, was about 60 by 40 feet with
floors and covered shelters on each
side. There were several preachers
present, and they preached, too. One
would open the service, another would
preach a sermon and the third would
give out the hymns line by line (he
had the only hymn book) and such
singing as they had then, “Am I a
Soldier of the Cross; “There is a Foun
tain Filled With Blood,” and others,
in “The Old Cluster,” and known by
everybody. Then came the foot wash
ing. Half grown boys would carry
a “keeler,” (cedar bucket with one
handle) to the head of the bench, and
then it and some home made towels
would go from one to the other until
all had their feet washed, and were
as humble and loving as children. It
was a gres»t meeting. Some of those
that wee? there then, meet and talk
about the “yearly meeting at Mace
donia on he full moon in August,
’59” now, and tell how many there
were, “forty.odd good, straight boys
and girls, that were baptised down at
the Danville Ford.” * * * Well,
those were happy as well as pretty
tough times, had to be saving in ev
erything you had, but everybody seem
ed contented. The boys and girls
were hearty, had good appetites and
seemed to thrive on corn bread, pota
toes, beef, venison, etc., and most of
the girls spun, wove and made their
own clothes and did the same for their
fathers and brothers. I think a'cut
it now sometimes, and it seems to me
that when I could get one handful of
pone-bread and potatoes, the other
with a hunk of beef, a seat on the
front steps where I could put my feet
down and let my toes burrow in the
ground. I was happier than I will ever
be again on this earth. Got! bless
my Primitive Baptist friends. 1 do
love them every one.
Mrs. Dent, Ruby and Gladys, with
Ezell Tanner, were in town Saturday
and of course, came to see me. If John
Dent comes to town and loses his
wife and family he is more than apt
to come to me to find them. I belie v e
Mrs. Dent and all the children love
me, and I don’t care if John knows it.
Just two more weeks and the chil
dren will be back at school.
Alma and Mary Moore, on No. 4,
dropped in last Monday, enroute to
Salem singing schocl.
I do wish some of my chums would
hurry up and have a syrup boiling—
I’m on my last bottle of syrup.
Sam Todd says he will soon have
plenty of sweet potatoes. I expect
they are bringing good prices.
I hear that “Sweetie” has gone back
to Chatterton. Let’s see; when is the
next meeting day down there?
I can breathe some easier now, since
I know that Mattie Vickers has re
turned from her visit up in Irwin.
I Rosa McDonald, down in Ware coun
-1 ty, says she is coming to the Singing
1 Convention on the second Sunday.
Dennis Vickers, Sr., of Ambrose,
couldn’t hold out any longer. Eli and
Bud Fussell had a car and he had to
have one too.
Zeda Tanner and Belle Courson, two
of my New Forest chums, were in
town Saturday, went to the show at
the Grand, and came to see me.
The Note Book does not imitate
any one, does not harm any one, busi
ness or otherwise, but would rather
hand you a biscuit than a stone.
Mr. and Mrs. Sam McDaniel came
to see me last Saturday. They are
farming out on No. 2, with Mudge
Tanner, and have a pretty good crop.
I am told that Bertha Woods “is so
mad with me that she can’t see |
straight.” She can see straight when
Kin Starling is coming down the road,
I bet.
Any one that gets miffed over a
little squib in the Note Book wants to
get mad anyhow. So I let ’em root
hog and pout, until they wear out
their old snout.
My little chum, Simeon, down at
Madison, Fla., says she is coming
home soon. There’s a box of candy
and a package of chewing gum in my
drawer right now.
When Mattie Vickers was up in
Fitzgerald, she wrote me a postal card
and called me a lollypop. Wonder
what a girl means when she calls a
fellow a lollypop?
Annie Crosby, Lottie Crosby and
Sallie Bland, came to see me Monday.
They just dropped in to get one of
Laura’s pictures and see if their names
were on the Red Book.
Bertha Woods says the boys that
told me she was mad with me, told
“an infuriated no-sueh-of-a-thing!”
So there, now, Mr. Oliver McKinnon,
put that in your coffee and stir it.
Ruthie Houze, down at Green Cove
Springs, Fla., wants to know why the
Vickers School Dots are not published
in the Enterprise? That’s what I
want to know, and Becky better get
busy.
Bertha Woods and Bessie Joiner
must have liked their fellows last Sun
day. Both girls and both boys were ;
at Arnie, but not together. Well,
now I want to know what you think
about that?
Secretary Melvin Tanner says he
will not let me run any horse races
at the fair this year. Wonder if he
will let me and Brindie and one of
the Pridgen girls take a trip or two
around the track ?
Pauline Vickers is one of my Pine
Grove chums. I am sorry she has
been trying to watch two bad boys
at the same time, in different direc
tions, and getting cross-eyed. Oh,
yes, she’ll be sure to deny it.
I have not heard from Minnie Wall,
my chum out at Galveston, since the
tornado flood, but I ad anxiously wait
ing for a postal or letter. We have
other friends out there too, and want
to hear from them as soon as possible.
Lillie Miriam Grantham came to
see me a few days ago, and this was
her first visit in a long time. She is
eight years old, and I think is going
to grow up and make a pretty girl.
Heaven grant that she shall make a
good one.
My young friend J. L. Henderson,
and Miss Ruby Peterson, came to see
me last Saturday. I do not think
they want a license and ceremony yet,
but something might happen in the
future. Nice girl and boy as there
is in the coui.ty.
Oliver McKinnon was in town last
Thursday and wanted to know if “a
certain girl at Saginaw was coming
to the sing on the second Sunday?”
I had to tell him I didn’t know, but
would appoint him a committee of
one to bring her.
Mrs. Walker and good saucy Tom,
of Mora, came to see me last Tues
day. and brought me a peck of green
peas, a present from ,my little chum,
Alder. I expect to see Alder and her
sisters and mother and Tom all on
the same Sunday.
Lilia Tanner and Mamie Courson,
from up on No. 2, came to see me last
Saturday, and wanted to give an ac
count of themselves for the past si::
months, but they had done so much
meanness that they had to put it off
to some future visit when they had
more ime in which to conf^s.
THE DOUGLAS ENTERPRISE, DOUGLAS, GA„ AUGUST 28TH., 1915.
Sib Vickers says he will be sure to
be one in the car load from this place
' to Wooten’s School House on the first
1 Sunday. George Kight, Charlie Wall
| and Sib will be on the back seat while
I sit on the front with a stick in my
hand to make ’em behave.
My Stokesville correspondent writes
me that she has been going to an
arithmetic school recently, and she
thinks “he is a mighty fine teacher.”
I suppose so, and first thing I know
he’ll teach you that one and one makes
a couple. Isn’t that true?
My informant tells me that there
was a large crowd of people out at
Arnie last Saturday—more than could
! get in the house. There always is,
j and many of them do not go there to
! get in the house. They go to see old
! friends, relatives and sweethearts.
We are looking for Dollie Freeman
|to come back home this week. She
has been gone to see Eva Mims and
I Minor Lott, for a month, if seems
like, and if she don’t come home of
the Fidelas are going to come to me
and swear out a possessory warrant
and send after her.
I knew of an old lady once that
wouldn’t say anything wrong a neigh
bor nor allow any one to tell her any
thing wrong about them. W’hen she
died the cemetery could not hold the
people that came to see Aunt Mary
Newbern laid away to rest. Her mot
to was “treat others as you would
have them treat you.”
Wonder when Tom Holland w|!J
have that church at Ambrose ready?
I am wanting an excuse to come up
there mighty bad. Besides going to
church I want to do some “investigat
ing. ” Seems tqf me that Mineola
Cone, Mary Vickers, William Ring,
Minnie Grantham and about twenty
two others are keeping quiet. I tell
you, there’s something wrong up there
A young lady friend, in my office
last week said she expected to come
to the singing convention on the sec
ond Sunday, and would perhaps see
me but could not get within fifty feet
of me, because I would be surrounded
by girls as I was last year. My young
lady lady friend must remember that
she can see and quarrel with me any
time, and our visitors come but once
a year.
Tim Youmans and his wife, former
ly Miss Mollie Ricketson, came to see
me last Saturday. This is the first
time Mollie has been to see me since
she hooked up with Tim, but all the
same she and Daisy Kight are the
same two girls that came near mash
ing me as flat as a postage stamp
one Sunday on the road to Sunny Side
in a buggy, and they are both mar
ried now. I knew from the way they
treated me fate would catch ’em soon
er or later.
In her postal this week, Ruthie
Houze says: “Uncle Jim, I’m not com
ing back to teach this fall, and don’t
know when I will get to see you all
any more, but I truly hope you will
remember me.” Dear Ruthie, you
need not think we shall forget you.
We remember your kind face and
beautiful smile, and we remember
your work out at the school. You
have a warm place in our hearts, and
we expect to hear from you if we
can’t see you.
Some one told Laura Rice, at Hot
Springs, if she would go in bathing
with her cork leg on it would quit its
squeaking. Poor little dear never
thought any one was mean enough to
work a joke on her, and she says:
“Uncle Jim, I waded in, lay down and
tried to swim, and the hateful old leg
was too mean to go under the water;
the clasp got loose, and the leg float
ed over on the other side of the spring
Dr. Massengale and Mrs. Sheffield
laughed at me, but I don’t think it
was anything to laugh at, do you,
Uncle Jim?” No, I don’t, and if I
had been there I'd caught that old
cork leg and ducked it until it quit
squeaking.
Fred Ricketson says he may bring
his girl to my office before long for
a hitch up. If he does I’ve a special
ceremony' for him like this: “Fred,
will you take Amandy Jane for your
lawful partner, and will you get up
first every morning, make a fire in
the stove, bring fresh water and grind
the coffee?” “I sure will,” says
Fred. “And now, Mandy Jane, you
red-headed, cross-eyed little goose,
will you take Fred for better or worse,
j (mostly the latter), patch his sor-
I rows and darn his joys, fry the meat
j and potatoes and bake his hoe-cakes
I as long as there is any meal in the
I barrel?” “I reckon I will,” answers
Mandy Jane. “Then I pronounce you
a well-matched pair for the lunatic
asylum. Two dollars, please. Now
scoot for the train.” Fred says if I
charge him $5.00 there will be no need
to tell him to catch the train.
Ethel Clements says she has got to
go to picking cotton. I wish I could
igo and help her. When I was a boy
and could get into a cotton patch with
half a dozen girls I was as near heav
en as I wanted to be at that time. I
thought the girls were angels, but
they’d steal the cotton out of my bas
ket to put into their own, and at night
I would have only 50 or 75 pounds,
when they’d all have 100 to 150 pounds
each. The cotton weigher knew how
it was—he knew I had picked a part
of their cotton —but that did not Save
me from the jibs and jokes of these
girls, and nearly every night two or
three of them would hold me down in
the cotton house, while the others emp
tied their baskets of cotton on me,
burying me out of sight. Those were
happy days. We all loved each other,
just like brothers and sisters, and
aside from stealing cotton from me,
the girls would fight each other for
me, and I would wade through briers
up to my chin for them. Rosalie,
Bettie, Annie, Margaret, Susie and
Janie. They do not answer. Won
der if they have all gone over on the
other side ? Perhaps I may know
some day.
September Term
Of Superior Court
The September term of Coffee Su
perior Court will convene Monday
week, Judge J. I. Summerall presiding
and Solicitor M. D. Dickerson repre
senting the state’s interests.
Following is a list of grand and
petit jurors for the term:
Grand Jury September Term, 1915.
Johnnie Grantham, T J Courson
W T Sirmans, P A Jones
H Mancil, Jr, Joel Wilcox (Wray)
Hiram Vickers, Jno M Hall
G R Moore, I J Williams
J J Sapp, J R Overman
Oscar Paulk, Sr, Jesse M Pafford
A J Meeks, Jesse Newbern
I B Coffee, D A Smith
D D Morgan, Jno M Lott, Sr
P L Street, D L Cannon
E Corbitt, I Wm Paulk
Johnnie Morris, Y O Mathews
Nat Boyd, B H Cribb
B F Hall, J M Pafford
Petit Jury September Term, 1915
First Week.
Wm Fussell (Bud) E F Vickers
R J Merritt(Tom’s son) A J Banks
Daniel Moore, B D Davis
Moses Smith, Melvin Tanner
L M Dubberly, C F Meeks
Wiley Harper, Henry Merritt
J P Jardine, Moses Lott
T C Powers, J I Hatfield
Lacy L Sutton, S E Register
H M Thomas, Leon Wall
Willie Meeks, S A Meeks
J E Carelock, Leonard Burkett
G L Sims, Elias Batten
George Herndon, George Tanner
W T Cliett, R L Thompson
R H Deen, C B Linder
D A Youmans, H D O’Steen
Jesse Carver,(Broxton)W H Gamole
Second Week
E J Carelock, J H Day
G M Tomberlin, J O White
Joe L Hall, J E Trowell
J D McCollum, M I) Jones
D E Poston, W S Durst
Dennis Vickers, Jr, A T Frier
J R Parker, J A Moore
Bartley Vickers, J D Parker
J L Carter, J W Pridgen
Bennie Joyce, J O’Steen
C G Willi ams, Jas Summerlin
R K Mosley, J Lee Spivey
M M Seymore, Jeff Kirkland
W H Joyce, Allen Moore
B M Poer, L J Fussell
R B Moore, A E Gilli~ 1
Micajah Vickers, Willie Kirkland
Leonard Kirkland, Jacob Vickers
Dan Wall, Jr, S J Harper
J J Vickers, M C Paulk
Harrison Davis, O A Dukes
G J Meeks, B F Gillis, Sr
J L Brown, B F Gillis, Jr
J H Crenshaw, Eli Lott
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