December 7, 1933
Cliffside, Dec. 4 — B. B. Goode, jokingly called the “The Big Policy Man From the South,” is connected with the Metropolitan Company here and is known by every person in Cliffside and to make it 100 percent, he is liked by every person who knows him. Goode is a Great Regular Fellow and I, for one fellow, appreciate the influence which is his. Goode is the teacher for the Men’s Bible Class of the Methodist church of Cliffside and listening to the remarke [remarks] of his associates, you are tangibly shown that the manner in which he lives is The Only Way. If there were more young men of his kind in Cliffside you would wonder if you had not been suddenly snatched and transplanted in another world. Putting it simply: Goode, you are O. K.
This note from Spud Crawford: Cliffside Mills has organized a basketball team. New uniforms have been ordered. The team is built around Spud Crawford, Lee Roy McCurry, Gene Packard, W. P. Winn, all former Cliffside high school stars. The boys are getting in shape and a schedule has been worked out. Thanks, Spud, and thanks to Jack Shuford, Jesse Honeycutt, W. J. Laughridge, L. J. Blanton for them kind words on the column. Jesse Honeycutt is the first man I have ever known who can tell a newspaper story as it is. I heard Honeycutt relate the Gov. Rolph story and when I had time, I read it- check! He had it exactly as printed.
Donald “Ozzie” Tate scoots in from U. N. C. You, hoo, Ozzie.
Cliffside claims quite a representation at the Century of Progress: Robert Hawkins, Donald Tate, George Thompson, Fred Barkley, Broad Simmons, Dr. and Mrs. G. O. Moss, Ferne Pruette, Mr. and Mrs. P. C. Hawkins, Pamelia Pruette, Mr. and Mrs. G. C. (Jack) Shuford, Pearl Simmons, Mr. and Mrs. M. Hendrick, Harry Hendrick, Elizabeth Hendrick, Sally Rickard, Mr. and Mrs. Grady Rollins. D. C. Whitaker all were there. For a little city, how’re we doin’, huh.
I have never had a shave in a barber shop, didn’t go to Chicago, and if I had to take a feature writer and ditch the remainder of the Charlotte Observer, I unhesitatingly choose O. O. McIntyre.
The roughly titled, “Double, Harness,” does not compare so well with the good work of Ann Harding and William Powell in the picture. Miss Harding, more than any of the others personifies, very nearly, the Womanhood of America, and she is one of the few that you automatically use “Miss” when writing of her.
I recently was enabled to read a letter from a German youth of 17. He is working in Munich and learning a business by apprenticeship. At this age he is a young business man and speaks French and English. His ability to write English is most interesting. Jack Aldridge, about the same age, I believe is going to be successful; he is now an usher at Cliffside Theater.
All forms of extortionists should be punished — finance men as well as kidnappers.
Thanksgiving: With all this periodic talk about what you have to be thankful and with all this discussion Thanksgiving talk is sincere.
Too much rythmn [sic]: Cab Calloway, Barron Blue [Blue Barron], and Duke Ellington in one short. (The movie kind).
One of the best shorts of recent releases is “The Little Broadcast.” Arthur Tracey (The Street Singer), Donald Novis (The Tenor), Vincent Lopez and Orchestra, Mills Brothers and The X Sisters each do a part in it. I just remembered that Arthur Tracey cannot play an accordian [accordion].
Gastonia: The Sweetland Soda What-you-call-it’s [its] proprietor, Jimmy has a most engaging friendliness. He will know all about your last operation before you leave his shop.
I have recently seen my first fan dance, which was the performance of Corinne Reynolds on Friday of last week at the old Montgomery and which is now the renovated Carolina in Spartanburg. The lighting effect was quite perfect and the fan scenery, as well as those two important fans, were very pretty. Did you notice how beautiful the colors were in those fans? As for the rest of the act (should I?) I would say that cream and powder business should be better.
Jan Garber (how do you spell it?) has a distinctive saxophone player with his orchestra. I can spot them on a radio program any time by this player; his playing is good, of course, if you like saxophone playing.
A selection from Victor Herbert’s “Mademoiselle Modiste’ recently came to my ears and was exhilarating-‘s funny I missed its title, though.