The Cullman Tribune from Cullman, Alabama • 2

THE CULLMAN TRIBUNE THURSDAY, JULY 17th, 1MI Outhmvn (V)unty'h 01dwt And Most Progressive Newspaper Cullman dribwttr Founded in 1874 Published Every Thursday at Cullman, Ala. Henry Frank Arnold EdWor and Publisher Advertising Rates: Will be furnished upon application Entered at the Postoffice at Cullman, as second class mail matter Subscription Rates: $1.00 per year within Trade Area $1.50 per year outside Trade Area Six Months 75c Three Months 50c We reserve the right to reject any advertising matter, which is deemed false or unworthy of publication. Letters, news items, correspondents, or ether communications will not published unless name and address of writer is signed to article. Cards of Thanks 50c; Resolutions of Respect first 100 words free, lc per word over 100. Member Of: WiSl.il MtfICANjj HISS 5S0CIATI0N ir MTk Ota.

Alabama Press Association are paid a dollar each time they answer an alarm. For the sake of economy he wishes the citizens of Cullman to become familiar with the regulations governing the blowing of the whistle at the City Light and Water Plant the signal which tells the volunteers a major fire has made its appearance in Cullman. When this alarm is sounded most of the volunteers respond. It is quite easy to understand that a minor fire, such as grass burning, a light cord afire, a burning auto, or a small hole burned in the roof of a building near the chimney, can be handled by the Chief and the truck driver. In case of a minor blaze the whistle does not sound an alarm.

Among the common causes of fire listed by Chief Clark are, rubbish in basement, stove pipes and furnace pipes too close to woodwork, old shingle roof, defective chimneys and flues, matches left in reach of children and rats, careless smoking, electric drop cords hung on nails, radio antenna not properly grounded, bridge electric fuses, no mat under stove, sweepings in hot air registers, careless use of electric iron and other electrical appliances, chimney not high above roof, and automobile motor running while filling tank with gas. Coming This Way Two weeks ago The Covington News, published in Andalusia, told a-bout cottons No. 1 enemy making its appearance in the fields of Alabamas deep southern section. Last week The Wetumpka Herald warmed the cotton growers of Elmore county about the boll weevil. Looks like the obnoxious pest is coming north.

If you are among those who look forward to a goodly return from your work and care of the white staple plant please be on guard against the weevil. The Scrap Bundle THE BUILDERS All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of time: Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. For the structure which we raise, Time is with materials filled; Our todays and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build. Truly shape and fashion these; Leave no yawning gaps betyveen Think not, because no man sees, Such things will remain unseen.

In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the Gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean. Else our lives are incomplete, Standing in these walls of time, Broken stairways, where the feet Stumble as they seek to climb Build today, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure Shall tomorrow find its place. Thus alone can we attain. To those turrets where the eye.

Sees the world as one vast plain, And one boundless reach of sky. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We are the builders. Yesterday, former generations did their share in building a firm and ample base, that our tomorrows could ascending and secure find their alloted places. On our shoulders a stem responsibility. In our hands rests the fate of a great nation; A nation, not great simply because of its vast supply of natures bounties, but great in a far larger sense.

Great in the fact that scores of men and women brand the dangers of a wilderness so that they might have the privilege of freedom. Freedom to worship the Almighty God; Freedom to govern themselves; and Freedom as blessed heritage to pass on from one generation to the next! We are the builders of today and in our hands rests the fate of the builders of tomorrow. May we be able to bravely say, as did Patrick Henry, Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be bought with the price of chains and slavery Forbid it. Almighty God I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death. Ruby Murphy The following poem is not connected with worked till Fall, when we went back up home and we bought Wills crop and went to work at home.

While here, Mr. Bradford wanted us to join him in a little Sunday School as there was none near. We were glad to, as we had been raised to go to Sunday School. It seemed to flourish, so we asked my Uncle to come and preach once a month. He did, for about a year and we had good meetings with many converts and baptised several.

Then the Brock boys came, they had all-day singings and all had an enjoyable time. All this, in a little school house about four miles from Cullman. After awhile, we sold out there, and bought Uncle John Curtis place. His wife was my mothers sister. We also bought old Mr.

Wilkins little farm. He was a local preacher and made good crops, near Bethel Church. While living in these parts Mr. Davis took contracts and built some county bridges. The first one was across Big Creek, between our home and Cullman, a covered bridge.

Another, east of Cullman, I think, and one lower down on Big Creek, and the last one and the longest one was down in Winston County, over Sipsey River, near Double Springs. He buik probably, one a year, and seemed to be successful in getting them done on time and according to contract, and got his pay. This last was a covered bridge, too. It was here, too, upon request of our neighbors that we applied to the Government for a Post Office and it was granted so we went to Cullman, and were duly sworn in, Mr. Davis as Postmaster and as assistant.

The post-office was given the name of Clarkson. We brought back our books and supplies and got the mail only once a week, and it was carried to Cullman by whom-ever was passing. I was asked to write to headquarters to get on the mail route. I did, and it was granted, so had regular mail service. We kept the post-office as long as we lived there and when we moved, Mr.

Bowden became Postmaster. He lived at the Uncle Renneau Legg place, my mothers brother. We then moved down to the Jaggers place. It was there where Georgia met and married Frank McCain, and to them were born two sons, Ben and Oscar. You all know of the sad misfortune of that.

Here, there came a bright spot in my life. Mr. Davis and I and two of the children made a visit back to Georgia to see our people. I had been a-way for eleven years, and it sure was a treat to go back. Mr.

Davis went on to North Carolina to see his fathers people. Many he had never seen before. We had a wonderful visit as our parents were still living. This closes the story there at that time. Many years have gone by and we have moved to other places and made many changes and age has crept on.

Mr. Davis passed away in May, 1939 at the age of 83 years and six months, just after we had celebrated our sixty-third wedding anniversary, with all of our eight children present. He was buried in the Masonic cemetery in Des Moines, Iowa. Since then I have been visiting with my children, and brother and sister. I have been in many states.

In California I went to the San Francisco Fair in 1940, and I am thankful that the Lord has given me strength and health even though I am eighty-two years old. I have been enjoying my visits with friends and relatives very much. It is nearing two years since I started out on my visiting and now, I am in Iowa, three of my children and their families here. I have been here since last November. Now, I want to say something about the boys I mentioned before, Ben and Oscar McCain.

They have grown up to be nice good Christian gentlemen, and I am proud of them and their families. You see, I made a visit to Alabama last Fall with Georgia, their mother. We went on the train, landed at Cullman in the early morning, Louise, O. P.s daughter, and her husband met us there and drove us to their home, a few miles in the country. They treated us royally, and we stayed till the next day.

We had a good time and enjoyed it so much. They then drove us to Bens, Louises uncle. It was Saturday, and the first time I had ever seen any of them, only Ben when he was a baby. We were all glad to see each other. I like his wife so much, and they have such nice children.

Next morning, being Sunday, they were all up early and getting ready for Sunday School and church. Ben drove us to church. He is a Baptist preacher and is pastor of three or four churches. He preached that day, and a real good sermon, too. I surely was glad for the privilege of hearing him.

We then went to dinner at Athels, their son. That afternoon, we all took pictures, several groaps but the one I was most interested in was the picture of the five generations and I am certainly proud of them. Athel and his wife are a nice young couple with a lovely little baby, Paul, about three years old. The next day we went to Oscars. I like his wife so much, and they seem to have such good children.

Oscar, too, is a preacher. We certainly had a nice visit with them for a few days. Then O. P. and his wife took us to Bens where we had to bid them, good-bye much as we hated to.

We regret that we failed to see Conrad, Oscars oldest son, who is in college in Birmingham, studing for the ministry. He is pastor of one Baptist church while still in school. We wanted so much to see him and hear him preach. As Georgia and I had to soon bring our visit to a close, we got ready for our journey home. Ben and his wife drove us to Cullman where we hunted up and visited with some friend.

around there. Then we went to the depot. Now thankful we were that we were permitted to be with them, even though it was a short visit, for the first time, and maybe the last. We were sorry to have to bid them good-bye, but hope to meet them in Heaven, where parting will be no more. May God bless them all, is my prayer.

For, behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people: but the Lord shall arise upon thee, and his glory shall be seen upon thee. Isaiah, 60, 2 Somewhat Onesided? Ultraconservative Alabama, news magazine, pursues a one-sided course in leading its readers to believe its policies have the support of all the representative newspapers of Alabama. Down in Greensboro, a few weeks back, the Watchmans editor, Hamner Cobbs, worked himself up to a blitz stage and sent forth a whole front page editorial against the liberal editorial policy of The Birmingham News. Pronouncing his benedictions on the Watchmans loud blast the editor of Ala bama cited outstanding newspapers, all the way from Dothan to Decatur, and closed thus. To defense of Birminghams News hurried one obscure voice the CIOs Birmingham house organ.

It ranted at Editor Cobbs', at others (including Alabama) which quoted from what his Watchman, had to say, eulogized Birminghams News as the mighty citadel of Alabama newspaper-dom." In fairness to those who endorse the states poll tax repeal movement, the issue affording most of the ammunition for the Watchmans loaded gun, the editor of Alabama should have listed The Anniston Times, The Lee County Bulletin. The DeKalb Times, and The Cullman Tribune as being a-mong the newspapers which join with The Birmingham News in the anti-poll tax drive. Also on record against the poll tax are the following representative women organization in Alabama. State Congress of Parents and Teachers, State Council of Home Demonstration Clubs, State Federation of Business and Professional Womens Clubs, State Federation of Womens Clubs, State Home Economics Association, American Association of University Women, Society of Christian Service of the Alabama Methodist Church, and the Montgomery Council of Jewish Women. 'Thanks' From The Tribune It is with a mixed feeling of gratefulness and hopefulness that we have closely reviewed George Nagels Newspapers Job Is To Meddle, If For Public Good, Editor Says, which appeared in the past Sunday edition of The Birm-ingham-Age-Herald.

We are truly grateful for the splendid presentation of The Tribune by Mr. Nagel, but cannot pass his article by without adding a prayer of hope that we will, in the days to come, be given the courage and wisdom to pursue that course which can be called one of benefical service to God, and country. The Fire Alarm Fire Causes Cullmans Fire Chief, Gene Clark, has authorized the publication of a new fire prevention poster, which give a detailed explantion about the fire alarm and common causes of fires. Chief Clark call attention to the fact that he and a driver are the only two of the Cullman Fire Department who are on regular duty. The other twenty members are volunteers.

They the thoughts of the above pieces but I hope you will like it. NEXT DOOR DOG Some people say the next door dog And mine are just the same. They say the only difference is, Mine has a different name. They say that tail and spots and ears And eyes and nose and bark Are just the same as my dog In the day-light or the dark! But for a million dollars down And fifty million more I wouldnt trade my little dog For the little dog next door! He may look just the same to you And he may be just as fine BUT The next door dog is the next door dog, And mine is mine! Dixie Willson State Press: A PROPHET. ETC.

It was Kipling who said, A prophet is not without honor, save in his own country, and in his own house. For all practical purposes the Lauderdale County Farm Bureau is going to disprove that adage of the learned poet on July 29. On that date President Edward A. ONeal of the A-merican Farm Bureau Federation returns to the county of his birth to be guest of honor at a celebration commemorating his twenty years of unselfish service to Agriculture, first as president of his county Farm Bureau, then as president of his state Farm Bureau, and now for the past eight years as president of the American Farm Bureau. For twenty years or more his has been the voice that has been raised in an effort to show farmers that organization was the one and only way through which they could demand and get a fair share of the national if there is anyone who doubts that such legislation as the 85 per cent of parity bill could have been achieved without a strong and militant organization let him ask such national leaders as Senator John H.

Bankhead and Congressman Clarence Cannon. Twenty years ago, and on down through the years, Mr. ONeal has never lost sight of that fundamental objective and now for the first time, almost since the memory of man runneth not to the contrary, farmers will receive a profit in the market place for the product of their toil and sweat. It is fitting that this great Alabamian and great American should be honored by his fellow farmers of his home county. His is an honored name in the Nations Capitol and throughout the land.

And now his home folks are to honor him in a fitting tribute to his long and unselfish service in their behalf. Not since the days when Andrew Jackson roamed its terrain has the Tennessee Valley seen a fighter and leader like Ed ONeal. Alabama Farm Bureau News ENOUGH OF MOUSY EDITORS Editor Stanley of The Alabama Journal gives a panning to the type of editor who refrains from expressing his views because hes afraid his readers will either laugh at him or get mad at him. Stanley says, with plenty of point, we think What kind of a weekly editor is it who refrains from pointing out a wrong because of fear that someone will laugh at him? If knows what he is talking about and speaks earnestly in the interest of his community and its welfare, they will not laugh at him, but pat him on the back fcr doing his duty. Of course, if he has no opinions, has no views on what his town deserves and needs, has no ideas about making his town a better place in which to live, then he really has little business running a newsjaper of general circulation in an Alabama community.

Editors who hold back for fear of making mistakes are making right there the biggest mistake of all. We believe the public dislikes error far less than timidity. An honest mistake is quickly forgiven, but when it comes to mousy squirming or double-dealing they never forget! The Anniston Times GRANDMA AND GERMANS The Montgomery Advertiser has been rather caustic is seems to the Times in her criticism of the Germans as a race recently. The Advertiser nor anyone else can get too rash in their denounciation of Hitler and his Nazi followers to suit us. But to denounce Germans because they are such is further out than we can follow.

German-Ameriean citizens on the whole are a fine people, equally as good as Anglo-Americans. It is true that some of them arent worthy of Americas many freedoms. As for that matter neither are a lot of Anglo-Americans. If they were we wouldnt need so many prisons. Certainly we must be tolerant America is supposed to be noted for her tolerance.

If we denounce people because they happen to be of a certain European race we are paralleling ourselves with Hitler in his actions against the Jews. If German-Americans are not faithful to this country they should be shot down like any other traitor. But because they are German-Americans does not make them traitors. The Baldwin Times, Bay Minnette, Ala. Old-Timer Tells Of Life's Journey By Mrs.

D. V. Davis (Editors Note: The following article is a partial life story of D. V. and M.

Davis written by Mrs. Davis who now resides in Iowa). To begin with, we were married in North Georgia in 1876. We lived there over five years, till we had two children. We then sold out and moved to Cullman County, Alabama in 1881 in a covered ox-wagon.

We were on the road fourteen days, landing there the last of November, at Uncle John Huckabees, my fathers brother. Mr. Davis rented land that year from old Mr. Pullen, near Vest Creek. He made a good crop, then he went up on the flat about a half mile and bought a claim, entered the land, built a house, moved in, cleared some ground and planted an orchard.

We lived there the allotted time and proved it up, and got a deed. We had good neighbors, the William Bradfords, the Abraham Grim-metts and the Green Browns. While here, Mr. Davis decided to work on the railroad most of one year. He rented the farm to Will Schlosser.

(He married Lindie Bradford) That was when they were building the Sheffield and Birmingham Railroad. There was a lull in the work so we went down to Tus-cumbia for a spell. Here we all had the measles and our little baby, Oscar, died, and was buried there in the cemetery to await the Resurrection Mom. We then moved to another place on the road where Mr. Davis.