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This is picnic week.
The year is about half gone.
Couple out near Vickers school
house trying to agree.
Watermelons plentiful, and I’ve
just had my quinine bottle filled.
Mattie Kirkland, up at W'ray, is
trying to pull in another fellow.
A great many people want to get
into law but don’t want to pay cost.
Mineola Cone pretends to not re
member anything about the Irwin
county boy.
Arloe Cothern and Carlie Herrin,
Nicholls, Rfd. No. 1, are studying up
some more mischief.
As soon as I saw the long, slim
envelope last Tuesday, I knew I had
a letter from Melva.
Yes, I am going to run for Justice
of the Peace this fall, and Tom Young
has commenced canvassing his end
■of the district for me.
A man has friends just as long as
he has money or influence; when
these are gone he is seldom spoken
to by his former friends.
Henry Vickers brought me a fine
melon last Saturday. I don’t know
how much it weighed, but I know how
it tasted. Thank you, sir.
Lucena Spivey sends no letter for
two weeks. Reckon I better write to
Papa Henry and find out what is
holding her up on the shelf.
There will be a big rally at Arnie
school house , tomorrow, the Bth. I
am going out there and see if 1 can
find Emma, Mary and Bettie.
Mr. W. T. Cliett and little son
came lugging in a nice watermelon
Monday morning. It was not a big
melon, but was of excellent flavor.
Joe Melvin, of Burkettown, has a
sleeping place made in a China tree,
where he sleeps every night. It’s a
good and roomy place and he wants
a cook.
What’s that? “John Dorsey spent
a pleasant afternoon with Minnie
Burkett last Sunday.” Now, here,
John, you keep away from there, you
hear me?
Cauley Sutton, from ’Coochee, was
over here last Monday. Crops are
in fine condition over his way, he says,
and the girls are getting better look
ing every day.
Mrs. Henry Vickers was in town
Monday, and said there would be
some singing out there before long,
she had some old mules, and I was
going to be there.
What you reckon Leonard Hayes,
down at Hayestown, keeps fooling
around Gussie Herrin, for? Was
there again Saturday. He’s worse
than a sticking plaster.
One of the most appreciated letters
of the past ten days, was the one re
ceived last Tuesday from my esteem
ed chum, Melva Corbitt., 1 hops I’ll
see her at Arnie today.
Some of the girls are writing to
me about their sweethearts having
gone to the army, and wants to know
what they must do abuot t? “Wait
’till the cruel war is over.”
Myrtice Paulk gave an ice cream
supper last Saturday night in honor
of her cousin from Broxton. There
was a good crowd present, and all
seemed to have a nice time.
Now, here’s another case of the
same kind. Cecil Pharr, down on
Rfd. No. 1, kept so close to Ethel
Cothern last Sunday, that she couldn’t
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get her Sunday school lesson.
Alma Moore promised to write to
me regularly every week, but didn’t
keep her promise last week. She
sent me some melons, however, and
that does mighty near as well.
Every time I see an automobile
with the glass on one lamp knocked
out, it reminds me of an old fisher
man I once knew who got into a fight
and had one eye knocked out.
Alma Moore, up on No. 4, did not
write to me last week, but sent me
some fine cantaloupes. Cantaloupes
are very nice, but would be better if
salted down with a nice newsy letter.
Mr. J. A. Moore and his pretty lit
tle daughter, Alma, up on No. 4,
have my thanks for a 38-pound wate?
melon and some cantaloupes. And
they are the very nicest and largest
I have seen.
Up in Atlanta a lady sued her hus
band for divorce and got it, and then
she sued for alimony. The judge
said as her former husband had en
listed for the war in Mexico she
couldn’t get it.
Jacob Purvis, an old friend of mine,
and his son, T. M. Purvis, of Willa
coochee, Rfd. No. 1, near Lax, were
in to see me last Wednesday. They
are mighty nice people, and I prize
their friendship.
Dan Ricketson was in town last
Monday, and said the heavy rains
have raised seventeen mile creek en
ough to let the fish left in it, swim,
but there wasn’t but one, and he came
very near catching that one.
Susie Dorsey, down the road from
Nicholls, says if the boys won’t say.
anything she will, and she had Ira
Burkett in a close place last Sunday.
This is leap year you know, and it
is not known how it will all work out.
The “Old Lady” said last weeek
that I did not go to the camp meet
ing, up near her house. Certainly
not; it was too far to walk, and she
only offered me a pallet to sleep on
out on the piaza. I’d gotten fleas on
me.
Annie Gillis, down near Stokesville,
says “she wouldn’t marry a man to
save his life that wouldn’t keep the
mud cleaned off his automobile.”
What? You didn’t say it, well, you
thought it anyhow, and I don’t blame
you.
Thomasville has a company of ne
groes that have offered their services
for the war in Mexico. They should
be accepted; hte negroes have as much
right to fight for their country as
any body, and when they try, make
good soldiers.
It is rumored that the capital of
Georgia is to be moved away from
Atlanta to Macon, and that John Lupo
has the contract. It is not known
whether he will pull it down the
Dixie Highway, or take a short cut
thru the woods.
My two chums down near Nicholls
says “We read the Enterprise, and
can hardly wait from one Saturday
to the next to get the Note Book.”
Now, girls, you just said that be
cause you knew I wrote the Note
Book, and you wanted to give me
some taffy.
Frances and Ethel Corbitt have not
written a line to me since the school
closed. Now, when they see me
[they’ll say they wrote to me every
other day, and if you look in their
THE DOUGLAS ENTERPRISE, DO UGLAS. GEORGIA, JULY 8, 1916.
desk will find two or three unfinished
letters that were never mailed. That
is just like a girl.
Well, I have not bothered Tom
Young in a long time, and when I
was up at Broxton this week, I tried
to find out something about him, but
no one knew anything, except that
he is known as the sheep man. He
hunts sheep, runs sheep until he
smells like sheep, and has a decided
sheepish look in the eye.
David Tanner was in town last
Monday, and said when he went home
he was going to tell Mrs. Tanner “not
to let him come to Douglas again
without bringing me a load of roast
ing ears and other t! ings too numer
ous to mention.” Well, if he does
tell her this, I may get something,
but if 1 have to depend on him my
chances are slim.
Katamaciiernana Mobley, who, with
her sister, Rebecca, was down here a
few days ago, promised to write me
the news, and since her return home
has been writing to others here in
town, but not me. Now, since she
has shown herself so upity, I’m go
ing to ask Rebecca to write me the
news. Oh, ho, how you like that,
Miss Katamachunana ?
Lone Jack, in Willacoochee Record,
must read the Note Book close. In
his last letter he wants to know:
“Say, Uncle Jim, can’t I go with you
and the sistern when you quit mortal
sphere? I love the sistern too, and
I know I’ve got religion.” I am
afraid of you, Jack, and so are the
sistern* They say your religion is
threadbare and needs patching.
Homer and Mary Corbitt are teach
ing the Sycamore school, two miles
north of Pearson. Mary says there
are a fine bunch of boys and girls in
that school, and they all want to see
me. She also wants me to announce
that they are getting up an enter
tainment for July 13th—Thursday
night—to which everyone is invited,
the proceeds to be used for the ben
efit of the school.
Tom Morris says he thinks the lard
can and lead pipe still that the negro
had when captured at Lax by Dave
Ricketson some time ago, was the
one Ben Morris and Tom Douglas
formerly used, in the head of the
branch, near the old gin house. Ben
was in town Monday trying to get
Dave to let him have it back, but
couldn’t make the deal: Dave was
afraid of the grand jury.
Kin Starling says he is going to
send me the money for the Enter
prise as soon as he gets located, and
he also intends to write news for the
Note Book every week. I think he
is watching the paper to see if a
certain girl gets married while he is
away. Bet if she does he’ll get mad
and try to kill every Mexican he can
get his hands on. Poor devils, I
hope she won’t get married.
Mathew Kite says “I wish to good
ness it would quit raining.” Two
weeks ago he said: “If we don’t get
some rain soon I’ll be dinged if crops
don’t ruin.” Never can please some
people. If he was to fall down, hit
a rock with his mouth, knock out a
tush or two, split his upper lip and
gouge one eye out, he’d growl about
that! He’s always fussing, and he’s
learned Bessie to do the same.
Arlo Cothern and Cadie Herrin,
out on Nicholls Rfd. No. 1, told their
homefolks they were going for a
walk last Saturday afternoon, and an
hour afterward were found in Joe
Tanner’s watermelon patch. Parties
on both sides are trying to settle the
matter and no warrants have been
issued up to this writing. Looks like
I can’t keep these two girls out of
trouble —always in some mischief.
Mr. W. M. Peterson, who has one
of the nicest places in the county,
nine miles above Broxton, says he
wants to sell it. It has four hun
dred acres of land, a fine farm, and
he’ll sell it for five thousand dollars.
If it was mine I wouldn’t take double
that for it, for it has Rocky Creek
and the “Rocks” on it, fine places to
fish, have picnics and duck the girls.
On it right now, is one of the finest
crops in the county.
Roy Paulk goes too see his girl out
on Willacoochee Rfd. No. 1 every Sun
day and Wednesday nights. The mule
he uses must be an educated one, for
he will stand in the lot or tied to the
fence until 10 o’clock Wednesday
night without making any noise, af
ter that time he will begin to bray
and whicker. On Sunday nights that
mule stands perfectly quiet until 11
o’clock, one hour later than in the
week, and after that time begins some
noise. Last Sunday night the mule
gave the usual signal at 11 o’clock;
Roy came out to the front gate, out
side, and Pearlie was on the inside,
and swung on that gate until 11:30.
Roy went to get the mule, it w r as
gone, and he had five miles to walk.
The gate sags when you open it, and
had to be patched up Monday morn
ing. Well, well, girls and boys will
spark—they can’t help it—it’s in the
blood.
Kin Starling, who went from this
county and enlisted in the army at
Savannah, has reached the concen
tration camps at Macon, and on the
4th wrote me a letter, which I re
. :I‘ ca that c : irg. He writes a
little meloncholly, and wants me to
tell the girls that the boys who have
gone to the army from this county,
did not do so because they wanted
to get rid of them, but did so because
they thought there might be war, and
that it was the duty of the boys to
protect the girls. Anyone wanting
to write to him, his present address
is Kin Starling, Company K, First
Infantry, National Guards, Macon,
Ga. He says he “wants me to kiss
all the girls bood bye for him, write
him a long letter and send him the
kisses.” He’s crazy; I’ll write him
a letter, but if he wants any girls
kissed he’ll have to wait until he
comes hom,e and do his own kissing.
I’m not in that business; the last one
I kissed tried to bite me. Dog-gone
her.
I wanted to go to the picnic at the
“Rocks” on the 4th, and left Douglas
at 7 o’clock on a Chero-Cola truck,
Preston Burkett at the wheel, loaded
with Chero-Cola, ice and Frank Mc-
Lane. About seven miles above
Broxton the truck got stuck in the
mud. Frank and Preston went off
for help, the former never came back,
but D. M. Peterson and H. C. Rigsby
came back with Preston and pulled
us out. When we got to the “Rocks”
at 12:15, the people had gone, so we
came back to Mr. Peterson’s where
Mrs. Peterson gave us a good dinner
and we forgot our troubles, for we
found Misses Viola Peterson, Mary
Peterson, Rose Peterson, Mary Smith
Belle Smith, Emma Jane Smith, and
Messs.r Burnie Lott, Golden Lott,
Warren and Even Smith, the organ
was going in full tune, and the girls
were some good singing. The boys
were not doing a thing, as usual, but
try to look innocent and pretty, but
made a fearful failure. I haven’t
time or space to say all I want to
today, but may tell some things I
know about them later. The four
boys couldn’t figure out how to court
all six of the girls, and keep all of
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them in a good humor. It is a pret
ty tough job.
An old skunk up here at Broxton,
was reading the Note Book in some
one else’s paper, asked the question
if old Freeman thought “all the girls
in the country cared anything for
him.” He never read anything in
that borrowed paper that said that
“I claimed they did, for I never asked
but one in my life if she loved me,
and that was fifty years ago last
Thursday, and her eyes looked clear
and blue when she answered that she
did. Fifty years have passed since
that day with all their sunshine, sor
row and trials, and we are getting
along today as well as then. She is
some older than when I first asked
her if she loved me, but she is just
as earnest, just as dear, and while
her eyes are not as bright as they
were, they look just as steady and
true. She said she loved me, and she
has proven it. My chums are made
of the same metal, and I love them
(have not asked them to love me) as
I have cared for their parents before
them, hoping to amuse, instruct, and
show them that it is a sorry world
when we can’t care for one another.
If the old skunk is answered, all right,
if he is not, no one cares. I do not.
know his real name, but Mr. Pridgen
may know who I mean. God bless
the girls—they are the cream of the
world —I do love them, and nothing
on earth can keep me from it.
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On Tuesday, July 11th, the G. S.
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sections, leaving Cordele 12:34 p. m.,
and 2:03 p. m., and reaching Jackson
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Tampa and St. Petersburg, $5.00;
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on Georgia Northern Railroad, and
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For further information, write N.
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