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Clncte tfini s dote BBook kßt/ /J. ,+neemam 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 WILL SELL CHEAP FOR CASH MY Mare with fold by Stanton’s Roy. 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