November 1, 1934
Cliffside, October 31 — John L. Scruggs, a very good friend of this column, who was postmaster for five years here and was recently superseded by Andrew Love, is a county commissioner aspirant. Mr. Scruggs has been confused with other men of this section of the county, however, he is the square-shooter John L. who is now with his old-time employer–Cliffside Mills. And let me add that no remark ever appearing in this column intends in any way to especially refer to a political party or religious denomination.
Tonight Cliffside has its first fan dance. You may be amusingly fooled however. It will occur at the Halloween Carnival sponsored by interests of Cliffside School. If you attend this affair you will certainly have fun.
Four negro boys and a guitar from Montgomery Ward & Company started wi-di-de-ho-ing in their papa’s barber shop some few years ago. The boys made their way around to a broadcasting system audition. The studio manager listened to the boys for one hour. You saw them if you saw the talking opus “Operator 13.” They have appeared in other pictures. Monday evening we had the amusement of seeing them in person—The Mills Brothers. As the boys began their theme signature, applause roared around the Charlotte Armory-Auditorium. The curtains floated back and there were the Mills Brothers. When the boys sang “Sleepy Head,” the famous number from the picture mentioned above, the audience showed its enthusiastic approval.
A lady who sees to it that this column wears no spats has purchased a red Paul Revere hat—one of those George Washington era things. You know, “Here Comes The British” pfff pfff. And from a colonial red hat to Italian spaghetti; the lady could not eat—that is news.
My old wrecked buggy has been pasted together again since the wreck. The old hack is getting old now. And when I start over Carolina highways, wondering if the glue will hold, my thoughts run something in the words of those `Moonglo’ “And I started praying, ‘O Lord, please let it last.”
Forest City’s younger are the goingest-to-town set of youngsters in Piedmont Carolina. Among them are musicians, singers and dancers. They will be found at the better type dances in Shelby, Hendersonville and Charlotte. Boys, how’re ya doin’ with the Continental?
There is to be a baseball game between the ladies of two churches of Cliffside. The game is scheduled for Saturday afternoon. This is an announcement and this column takes no responsibility for the baseball fever running among young women’s organizations of the county.
About Rutherford folk: Bill and Howard Magness might make a vaudeville team. Their wise-cracks often have power—Jess McCurry, Jack Shuford, Hollis Owens and Pop Simmons saw the football game of Carolina-Tenn. in Knoxville last Saturday.—And this reminds me to see a big five game right away—G. C. Fisher bought a cake of Woodsbury’s last week. Esper Brown and Paul Hawkins got the dope and the news broke with speed. Fisher is now known around town as “Pansy”—Jess Hill, of Rutherfordton, has been around a day now and then—Myles Haynes is around in new brown outfit—We talked with Editor Alcock at the Paul Cholet show last week—The Courier uses more action than any weekly I know—Much of the Courier’s work is done in a few hours—Dorothy Rudisill and the other girls were driving in this village on Sunday.
“When I was in dental school I raised two crops of tobacco,” says Dr. Harry Robertson, “and hail storms destroyed both of ’em, by crackey. “