September 13, 1934
Cliffside, Sept. 12—-Many Carolina villages otherwise attractive and inviting to the tourists, have been cursed with the group of boys who hang themselves on bridge banisters and with no business of their own and nothing to do, yell their banter to passers-by. To see such goings-on about our village for sometime has been my regret. It is a thing that reflects. A wrong impression of the village goes in the direction of the tourist. That impression goes with him to his home state. And: Even the smallest town is remembered on a long trip if you are treated unusually courteous or if you have been subjected to the aimless banter of those bridge hangers-on.
We hope it is of much benefit to the Cliffside boy who chanced to have his chin collide with the fist of a passing tourist on last Sunday afternoon. His banter will not likely be heard again. This is a lesson others are likely to experience. We like to think that this incident is a remedy for all time.
Going-on: Mrs. Barron Caldwell was a visitor at the Tomlinson Furniture Exhibition building in High Point last Wednesday…. Miss Rice has returned to Norfolk…. Misses Phillips, Freeman, O’Neill and Owens are new members of the school faculty…. For several days Bernice L. White has been a visitor here. Miss White, an Athens, Ga., girl, is a popular tunes singer of unusual ability. She can negotiate a repertoire of popular melodies in full length lyric and music. To learn a song in full length is something this young scribbler has never done. This Georgia girl could produce for radio another Sylvia Bruce or Vivian Janis. Miss White is a cousin of Mrs. O.K. Padgett and Shirley White of Cliffside … Jiggs’ Soda Spot, the first time I had seen it on a Saturday p. m., in many days, was all astir last week on that day. Howard Magness, song and dance man, was at the dual controls of the soda fountain … Cliffside and Forest City are serene, ghostly quiet places on any Sunday afternoon, as quiet as you might ever hope to see. Chicago, you may not believe it, even has such an atmosphere on Sunday. A lessening of parked automobiles is easily in evidence.
Many of the black boys around town have mustachios a la Hitler. (That’s what I call Spanish, French, and German with a sprinkling of Africa, if you care to check back over that sentence. Just a dilly-dally over hill and valley, that’s me.)
Forest City boys were dragging tired feet to the tune of a dance band long past milking time at The Charles Hotel frolic Friday evening-maybe it was Saturday morning… To Dopey, Ellenboro: You ain’t lazy, just dreaming. And who is your girl friend in Forest City?… There is a wedding in the air, we hear. It has to do with Forest City and Washington, D. C… This week’s theme song: I Used To Be A Shrinking Violet But I’m A Tiger Lily Now.