Tag Archives: 1921-1940

A Rude Awakening

How would you like to be awakened by the sound of a burglar blowing up a safe? Not exactly a rooster crow.

I had never heard the word “yegg” before, so decided to look into it. Apparently it is an old American slang word for a burglar or robber, especially one who cracks safes. However, the origin of the word itself is a mystery. From dictionary.com: 1925–30, Americanism ;  of obscure origin; the proposals that the word is < German Jäger  “hunter” or that it is the surname of a well-known safecracker are both very dubious.

Interesting! Unfortunately, it appears that the mystery of the exploding safe was never solved – or if it was, it wasn’t reported in the Chatham Record. A clue was found the following week, a stolen bicycle accompanied by dynamite used to blow the safe, but no follow up report was issued. Alas, it seems that those yeggmen got away with their crime after all, and the equivalent of about $6300 in today’s terms!

Caro-Graphics: Bite-sized History

…And now back to our regularly-scheduled CCL on the Record updates!

I recently came across this quirky little feature in the Chatham Record: Caro-Graphics, odd little factoids relating to North Carolina in comic form. Below are three examples of the feature from the latter half of 1937:

If facts like these are the bar of judgment, then I’d say none of us know our state as well as we thought! I haven’t yet found where this weekly feature begins or ends, but I’ll be keeping an eye out for more interesting tidbits from Caro-Graphics.

Fly the Flag of Hope in 2012!

Happy New Year! Though the library is still closed for the New Year, we wanted to share with you this inspiring article reprinted in the ever-festive January 13th, 1922 issue of the Chatham Record

NEW YEAR day flies the flag of hope. Many of us come to the close of the year with a sense of defeat. We have failed to accomplish what we had hoped. Events have shaped themselves against us, and we have lacked the power to stem the tide. The good resolutions with which we so bravely started soon went lame and dropped out. Thus many of us find the shadows of disappointment, discouragement and failure falling around us as the old year closes. What is the use of struggling longer? We are fated to disaster.

Then New Year day dawns and something is saying: “Try again.” There is ozone in the air. Events begin to wear a different outline. Voices are calling. Hands beckon us on. And as we lift our eyes to face the future, yonder on the sky line flies the flag of hope.

This is what New Year day would do for you and me. It would put ginger and punch into our sapped and fading vitality. It would help us to stand on our feet and look the world fearlessly in the face and carry on. It would shout in our ears: “Forward! March!”

Some cynic may say it will be the old story again, but success is on the road to meet the man who tries. It is a glorious thing to put up a fight, even if you seem to lose. We are not lost because we fail, but because we decline to attempt.

The page of yesterday is a stained page, blurred by our tears and blotted with failure, but the page of tomorrow is white and clean. The New Year is saying that you may do better. Grandly begin!

— Dr. James I. Vance, in Springfield (Ill.) Journal

The library will reopen tomorrow, January 3rd, at 9 A.M., so come out and see us. Make using the library your New Year’s Resolution! We’ll be waiting to help you out every step of the way.

Some Things Are Timeless

Just a reminder that the library is currently closed for the holidays and will reopen at 9 A.M. on December 28th. The library will be closed again for the New Year from December 31st through January 2nd. In the meantime, enjoy this little Christmas joke from
the January 13th, 1922 edition of the Chatham Record!

Ring Out, Wild Bells

The Chatham Community Library sends warmest holiday wishes to all the people of Chatham County! As a reminder, we will be closed from December 24th through December 27th, and again for the New Year from December 31st through January 2nd.

To ring in the holiday season, we’ll be sharing with you several offerings from a very festive issue of the Chatham Record, printed on January 13th, 1922. The Record chose to reprint this popular poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson, published in 1850, to celebrate the holiday season and New Year.

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
                         – Alfred Lord Tennyson

 

Like this poem and want more by Tennyson? Check out 821.8 TEN at the CCL. Have a wonderful holiday!

Your Yearly Fruitcake

Hop in your time machines, people, you don’t want to miss this amazing offer from the National Biscuit Company! From November 24th, 1922:

That’s right, all the fruitcake you can taste! Try all the amazing varieties! Remember, you aren’t just choosing a holiday snack – you’re picking out a family heirloom that with be with your loved ones for years…and years…and years to come!

Or, if your time machine is malfunctioning at the moment, support some of the great local businesses around Chatham County for real, edible, delicious fruitcake that will never be re-gifted…because it’ll be gone.

The Case for Temperance: Elephant Edition

From 1932:

After an alarming headline, this news story ends happily – the elephant baby didn’t sustain any lasting damage from his brush with the wrong side of the liquor laws.  It isn’t certain whether the fact that the whiskey was “of the bootleg variety” had anything to do with this little elephant ending up in a bootleg himself, but it certainly adds a little more color to an already unusual story.

Testy

In the August 11, 1932 issue of The Chatham Record, the news editor seems somewhat crankier than usual. In the following excerpt, he shows little patience for The Chapel Hill Weekly, the State Democratic Executive committee, and the economy in general. Even death doesn’t excuse you from his ire, Smith Reynolds’ widow finds out.

The exasperated editor resumed a more measured tone in the following week’s issue, but not before his temporary breach of neutrality added a little bit of human interest to an otherwise humdrum account of local news and opinion.

Bad news for Mr. Pommering

From the July 28, 1932 edition of The Chatham Record:

Skillet Champion

In a contest staged at Fort Thomas, Kentucky, Mrs. Charles A. Pommering of that town won the skillet throwing championship, hitting a dummy husband four times out of six. More than fifty women competed, and all expressed regret that they had to throw at dummies, as the men unchivalrously refused to act as targets.

Thus proving that the male population of Fort Thomas were no dummies. . .

And taxes

On July 1, 1930, the front page of The Chatham Record was devoted entirely to reporting the demise of various local citizens:

Note that while Mrs. London “passed quietly away at her home” with “dignity and charm . . . dressed  in lavender with a countenance serene,” the fate of Roy Carroll was considerably more violent. Rufus Johnson, having enjoyed a twenty-year reprieve from his own predicted sentence, seems to have made the best of his lot – at least until Thursday morning, when “he had gone to the mail box for the mail, [and] he dropped dead.”

Three neighbors, three deaths, one front page. And an unusual window into the varied lives and radically different experiences people had in one small county.