August 9, 1934
Cliffside, Aug. 8 — In the midst of vacation time Cliffside folk are feverishly doing the rounds. Cliffsiders are well represented at Carolina and Virginia beaches and mountains resorts. There are probably two places at which you will not find them: Agua Caleinte and Monte Carlo. You will find a few of them, however, at New Orleans, St. Petersburg, (or should I say St. Pete), Cleveland, Washington, Chicago, and Los Angeles. In these cities may be found a few original citizens of hometown Cliffside, the town “what gets in your hair and under your skin” no matter how far you go. And you folks who find it such a good town to come back to: check your complaints in the hall and say a good word instead for the thriving little village. The season of doing The Century of Progress is at a peal for the villagers. An automobile party leaves for Chicago most any day. The home folk just must have their moments at the fair. We expect more and more to be doing it up until November, the scheduled closing. Saturday two parties were leaving. For a small town, how’re we doin’?
The Myles Haynes’ and the E. T. Combs’ are doing Myrtle Beach for a ten-day or longer argument with the breakers…Mr. Charles Haynes is off again and this time to Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Friday was his leaving day.
By much celebrity-chasing and the jumping over back fences we were able to interview Johnny Mills, our young friend of two summers. Hearing that Johnny had fallen into a certain lily pool, we engaged an auto-giro and immediately were able to land near the pool for the interview. Johnny was very considerate of this reporter. Though he was in water some few inches above his head, he exhibited no sign of humiliation as we questioned him regarding the “Shower of Gold” contest staged by this newspaper. After talking over affairs of state and the grave impending European situation with the young Mr. Mills, age 2, we managed to obtain a statement and the youngster said: “I fell into this pool because I was watching the little fish. You may tell the press,” he added, “that if I win The Courier contest, I expect to buy a white mule.” Though his two year English is difficult to understand, this is actually young Mills’ reply to the question. Allegedly falling into the pool because he was “watching the fish,” young Mills said that he “might be quoted.”
Around Jiggs Shop we passed the time Tuesday evening. We notice the boys have an unusually high fever over baseball. Baseball interests us about as much as an extra cow in Texas, a murder in Chicago and an orange in California. The old American past-time of soda pop bottles and the old apple will become taboo. Give us football morning, noon and night. Ed. Whatshisname, Charlie Ford, Leon Frye, Martin Mauney (Esq.) and Robert Stainaker were there during the baseball session. Jiggs, in person, was on hand. We were happy to receive Mister Mauney in the village last Sunday p. m.
We have just learned that Dr. H. L. Robertson has become seriously ill since his work in extra-dental study in Atlanta. Dr. Robertson was advised to enter Johns-Hopkins hospital in Baltimore and was hurried there immediately. Though suffering from an illness of serious nature, we expect to see our very good friend back in Cliffside within the month.
“Nation’s Commerce,” a monthly magazine of professional and business news, for the month of August carries a very liberal editorial on our well-known Mr. D. C. Whitaker of Cliffside. When the editorial board of such a magazine selects a fellow as our fellow home-towner we think their decision was wise. A quarter-hour telephone conversation between Mr. Whitaker and the New York offices of the magazine was a previous episode to the printing of the article. This is one of “those things” which wakes up your pride of a home-town.