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It was a long, dry spell in May. Fannie Corbitt has luit writing. The crops in Coffee county were never finer before the rain. Lucena Spivey must have been washed away—no letter in a month. Vental Jackson, who has been vis iting in Douglas some time, has gone home. Eva Adams, down at Fales, has quit me. Won’t even answer my last letter. The picnic at Arnie for last Sat urday was not a failure, but was rained out. I didn’t go to the picnic at Arnie last Saturday, in fact, 1 don’t think many others did. Cordelia Quinn is a long way from home, but she manages to get two two letters a week to me. All the girls imagine they could love a soldier, and some poor fools go off and get killed on that account. I have to be mighty careful and keep my letters from the girls out of my sight, or some other girls will read them. Let every boy and girl who likes to read the Note Book, wrtie me a postal card every Monday and tell me some news. Lilia Tanner is down at St. Simons and writes for me to ome down and go in bathing with her. She will be home tomorrow. One of our McDonald correspon dents intimates that Mr. Jesse Smith, of that district, will oppose Mr. Stew art, for the legislature. We have another letter from Kin Starling this week. It will be of in terest to a good many readers, and will be found in another place. John Dorsey says he has seen a good many girls in his time, but Ma mie Burkett can “out talk him on any subject.” Yes, Mamie is some talker Dora Kirkland writes and wants me to announce that the big meeting at Saginaw begins on the 21st and con tiues until the 30th. Everybody in vited. Will Bennett, down at Millwood, ■wants to know “how it is that I get along with the girls so well.” Can’t tell, you, lod fellow; it is a mystery to me. Mary Peterson, up on Brokton R. F. 1). No. 1, near the “Rocks,” hasn’t written to me yet. Mean thing; first thing she knows I will tell something on her. Miss Maudie Corbitt, of Willacoo chee, is spending this week with Miss Pearlie Corbitt, and Roy Sutton will be there tomorrow if the traces don’t break. Been doing all I can for a week to 'get Frank Hancock off to the army, but every tjme I give him a push he turns around and starts toward Stokesville. My office is with the Chero-Cola people, and Mr. Bailey, of the Coco- Cola bottling company, is one of my neighbors. I live in the bottom, he livis on the hill. Quite a number of farmers in town Monday looking blue and out of heart on account of too much rain. God sends the rain and the sunshine on all just the same. Two car loads of tourists from Vi enna, enroute to Jacksonville, Fla., over the Dixie Highway, passed thru DRINK YME ILO^yO® Made from universally known cereal food products by a natural process of extraction. ORDERS WILL RECEIVE PROMPT ATTENTION AUGUSTA ICE CO. AUGUSTA, GA. last Wednesday. I am afraid they have had a had trip, j Prof. Adams is teaching a singing I school out at Sunny Side, and has a nice attendance. He sent me an in vitation to come out there yesterday, but I couldn’t make the trip. Last Sunday was a rainy day, but I Dan Corbitt, over at ’Cooehee, made the trip between showers to see Miss Effie. Of course she doesn’t deny [that she likes hig consistency. “Little Rosebud," up on No. 4, says she didn’t write any news last week because she didn’t have any envel opes. Wonder what she used to send her letters to the other fellow? Rev. Mr. Williams, of Montgomery county, is assisting Bro. Meeks in his meeting at Mt. Zion.He is doing some powerful preaching, it Is learned, and his hearers are deeply interested. Preston Burkett is still thinking about the pretty girl he saw at Dan Peterson’s and the nice peach-pie he had for dinner on the 4th. Bet he’s wanting to go back with me up there i again. Ethel and Gussie, down on Rfd. 1, Nicholls, says if I’ll come down there they “wiil wash my face in water melon juice.” What other mischief will these girls think of to get off on me? Dora Kirkladn, at Saginaw, writes Ito inform me that she and her sister have named one of the Polan China pigs Jim, Floyd, Eunice and Pauline. Bet a quarter they named that little | runt Floyd. | I told Tom Courson the other day | that grub was running mighty close at my house, and in a day or two he sent me a bag of potatoes. That was right; he had more than he wanted and I needed them. If you want to hear some hair breadth escapes, and narrow drive stories told, just get a Chero-Cola and Coca-Cola truck driver to sit down and tell their experiences. No use to say anything. Annie Mae Hutchinson and Tessie Harper came to see me Tuesday. They were afraid to tell me anything about “Aaron, of St. Augustine,” but there must have been something they did not want me to know. The Coffee county soldiers in Ma con were in trouble last Sunday. The heavy rains and strong winds leveled all their tents to the ground, and they had to put them up while the rain come down in torrents. Noah Burkett was the first one of the Chero-Cola truck drivers to get through to Nicholls this week. He says he crossed Seventeen Mile creek on two six-inch planks. It’s my opin ion Noah has forgotten his Sunday school lesson. Bib meeting commenced at Mount Zion last Sunday and will close to morrow possibly. So much water on the ground, the roads in bad condi tion, made the attendance small at first, but the congregations have grad ually grown. Ethel and Gussie don't like to think about my quitting writing the Note Book and say “no one else could write the Note Book.” You may think so, but there are others that think they could make an improve ment on my style. I was told last Wednesday evening THE DOUGLAS ENTERPRISE, DOUGLAS, GEORGIA. JULY 15, 1916 that the copy for the Note Book must be in every Wednesday morning. If I cannot hear from any correspon dents on Tuesday, of coarse I cannot get the copy ready, and, therefore, there will be no Note Book. Myrtice Corbitt, out on Kirkland RfcL No. 1, writes me this week, and says the baby has been siek and she didn’t have a chance to write, but it is better now, and she is going to write every Monday. Won’t her friends help this little mama girl? I had an interesting litter from Cordelia Quinn a few daysd ago. She is at Little Rock, Ark., at one of the big hospitals, where she will remain for three months and then join the “Red Cross” nurses on the regular army line. One of my chums at the front. Lizzie Meeks hasn’t written me a line in a month. First thing I know she’ll get in some kind of trouble, write me on Thursday and say “I will be in Nicholls Saturday and want to find a letter.” If that girl doesn’t think she’s bossing me what does she think? Ethel Cothern and Gussie Herrin, down on No. 1, were hid off in a room to themselves last Sunday, “talking up the boys.” One of the boys down there says his ears are tinging yet, another one says he is like a poor convict listening for his doom. It is hoped the girls will be as merciful. Some of the soldier boys from Cof fee county, as they sit around the camp fire, their thoughts on loved ones at home, are singing: “When this cruel war is over, we shall meet again.” And the girls are standing under shadows in the yard, looking down the road: “We are praying for you dearest, and long to hear from your low, sweet voice.” Bessie Henderson, near Pearson, wrote me last week that her little brother Willie, who had been afflicted with a cancerous sore on the side of his head for some time, died on the 17th of June. Strange that she never let me know of it before, but poor girl, she and Laura and Mrs. Hen derson had so much trouble they could not do everything. Bro. Williams, down at Mt. Zion, is preaching some straight facts and his hearers are sitting up and taking notice. He says, in effect, that a man hasn’t any more right to go to a bar room, billiard room or lewd house, than a woman.” He is preaching the truth, just as the Note Book has con tended. “Thou shalt not commit adultry,” means on e as well as an other. Just as I was getting ready to go down to see my chums on Nicholls Rfd. No. 1, on Friday after the En terprise is printed some weeks, spend Saturday ducking Agnes, Cadie, Ar lo, Gussie, Ethey and some others, and go to church on Sunday, the rains came and filled up the creeks, and now the fish are all over the woods hunting grass hoppers, and the water is too deep, the girls might turn the joke on me. There is an old pop-gun looking thing clerking for Hart Furniture Co., who says he’s a Cannon, but he doesn’t look it. He despises my cor net, and says he’d rather hear a conk shell or cow-horn anytime. He also says he wants me to help him get a wife, but no woman that ever saw him would have him, and I do not know any blind ones that w-ant to marry, therefore I think his chances for wedlock are slim. I heard a woman say once that she would neve tell a man that she loved him until after they were married. Well, she is married now, and the fellow must have taken her on faith, not on her profession, and if she does any kicking (married women kick worse than single ones) and he pro tests, she will likely remind him that “I never said I loVed*you, did ?” It is hard to tell a woman’s mind— they’ve busted many a poor fellow’s heart, and have mighty nigh punc tured mine. One of my chums pu on No. 4 is being effected by too much rain, and has gone to writing poetry. Here’s what she said in her last: “Peaches are good, but apples are better; if you love me answer this letter.” I had an answer off on next mail, be cause I do love her and she knows it, but you will ontice she never said that she loved me. And that is just like most girls. They want you to love them but never hint that they care for you. The criminal code says “getting something for nothing” is swindling and cheating. Miss Dollie Freeman’s Fidela class of the Baptist church, went on their annual picnic to the home of Mr. and Mrs. H. Kirkland, near Chatter ton, on Friday of last week, July 7. They go out there once each year, to get something to eat and dabbles ar ound in the water, and that must last for twelve months. On this occas ion there were, of the class, Misses Gertrude and Hazel Jardine, Annie and Bessie Butler, Mattie and Mirian Merier, Mrs. Reason and Miss Minor Lott ar.d T. P. Wilcox, of Jeff Davis county, came across the country from meet with them. Little Janie, the Soap-maker. Lorer.a Shiver, up in Worth coun ty, says she can’t go anywhere on ac count of the high water, and she and | her sisters are doing some quilting, ' and wants to know if I don’t “want jto come and thread needles.” Now, that’s like ’em. These girls think I i ought to help in anything. Mandy : Webster, in Sumter, wrote to me a i few days ago to come and see them (her mama and papa) and help her make soap. I remember the time when we used to go out hickory level, strike a camp, all of us had sharp axes and hatchets, and cut down oak and hickory trees, piled and burned log heaps, and hauled the ashes eight miles. Then ash hoppers were made, filled with ashes and the dripping of lye began. That was generally just after pulling corn, when the leaves began o turn yellow, the fields were full ofdoves and bob white was inquiring if the “peas were ripe.” All the cracklings from hog grilling time, all the meat skins, and everything from which any grease could be extracted were gotten up, put in pots, lye poured in and the soap making began. Two or three barrel fulls were made, some made hard for hand use, by putting salt in it. Rosalie, Annie and Jane, sad eyed Jane, we called her, and she was as true a girl as ever lived— never was a boisterous laughter, like Rosalie and Annie, but always had a smile when she answered you, were the soap makers. They would put deer tongue, parched rose leaves and dried tube roses in some of the sopa that they made for hand dse, make it smell nice, Janie said, and when Sunday came and there was preach ing at Hebron or Mount Olive, these three girls would go, walk four or five miles, and were the best singers on the ground. Wasn’t any organs and pianos then, just singing, and they used The Temple Star. When the singing master raised his hand, one hundred sweet voices would say, “Do-o-o.” Bass, tenor, alto, sopra no, would all say, “Do-o-o.” Then the male and female voices would sound high-tenor. And now, all were in unison, with a full chord, and sing ing Bob Cobb would give a sweep of his arm, and one hundred or more voices were going up in a grand chorus of praise to God. Not a bob ble, not a false note, everything just as even and smooth as sould could be made. Rosalie sang high-tenor, An nie soprano, and Jane sang the ow est, sweetest alto you ever heard. Singing Bob Cobb said these three voices were intended by God to go together, and I thought so too. Ro salie and Annie were twins, just 20 years old when I was there, and Ja nie, the girl with the sweet, low voice, was nearly eighteen. 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Christian girl she was say they “ex pect Janie is singing in that choir close up to the sacred feet of her Savior.” I expect so, too, and if ever I get to heaven I’m going to see if I can find her, and I’ll find her and my poor little mama together, for they were cousins. Dear little Janie, the sad-eyed soap maker. I can al most see her now. mm, TRADE MARK PILE REMEDY is a scientifically prepared medicat ed paste in tubes for proper use; al so tablets for internal use in same package. A remedy which you can use yourself. Sold on its merits Ask us. Sold only by us, 50c and SI.OO. Oliver’s Pharmacy. j J i| gour first and best thought is fe Oftenest thought of for its deliciousness— highest thought of for its wholesomeness. Refreshing and thirst-quenching. Demand the genuine b$ full name— nicknames encourage substitution. ||| THE COCA-COLA CO., ATLANTA, CA. !. I THE BLYSTONE DOTS. A wedding, a ring, and we will write again. Mr. and Mrs. Wiggins visited at Mr. Jas. A. Moore’s last Sunday. Miss Verma Brantley and brother, Herbert, attended the sing at Bly stone last Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. Luther Griffin visited their uncle at Broxton last week. Mr. John J. Gay will start a sing at Blystone next August, the 14th. Everybody invited to attend. A big dinner on the ground and lemonade to drink the last day. Messrs. Mathew Bolan, Henry and Joe Griffin, Henry and Dock Johnson, visited our sing last Friday. Uncle Jim, I think w-e have had enough rain dowm here. LITTLE ROSEBUDS.