|May 23 , 1935|
Cliffside, May 20 — The main street of America, you know without my saying it, has been given the publicity of magazine, radio, screen, and stage. Here in Carolina, however, it is main street which will hold many memories for us in years to come. It is Cliffside’s main street. Recently, taking shape thru the addition of concrete walks, it will in time become equal to any residential of cities of 50,000; during the summer I hope to see those strips of concrete become bordered by a blanket of green grass- there’s no reason, by the help of each citizen, why we shall not have a little main street as attractive as any residential in the Long Island district where New York commuters get away from most of the noise. It is our main street, yours and mine. And I believe I am not too enthusiastic. Maybe I have different angles, a different viewpoint from flying over the home town; that is certainly a different angle. When you fly over it, well, maybe you will agree.
Flying, the aviation fever, struck this scribbler during high school vicissitudes; I guess never to recover. At least the family agree in one of those long faced conferences that this must be the thing that is wrong with me. With a shrug and a sigh they try to bear up. But back to aviation, true it is a matured industry as yet. They do hold an unwavering faith, however. “Time” says that a great New York newspaper carried the same day of the Senator Cutting fatality an advertisement of the very same airplane manufacturer. In fact, “Time” magazine plainly says it is the new transport Douglas, the fastest, most trim passenger airplane on any American line. It is exactly the same ship that Eddie Rickenbacker made that new transport coast-to-coast time record. Officials, though not directly,
are certain that crash was no fault of the machine but of the pilot. These same planes are flying one million miles monthly for American airways, I believe it is.
I wonder how many young fellows of the section “give a hang” about flying. It has been some months since we did a few spirals with Johnny Crowell in his Wrightmotored Waco, but boys ain’t it the doings?
June in January, Spring in Summer. Measles and Mumps. Coke and Coal. Snow and Sleet. (cannot stay them from their flight): A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread and Thou. Beneath the Bow. And oh yeah-Blonds in Black. Which was what I was leading to. (to those who know this is ku-razy, and I’ll agree: I don’t give a nevermine.)
Mae West comes back with her “Going to Town” picture. And everyone you know will say: Am not sure I’ll see that picture. All of them will be there.
To those who will dance to the music of the Buccaneers at Rutherfordton on Thursday evening, a dance sponsored by the boys of Rutherfordton, here are five little things that you might like:
Congratulations, boys of Forest City and Rutherfordton, nice going those commendably conducted dances.
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