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By Eve C. Bradford wave in the fields swept by simmering heat. The mint grows taller in the wet grass by the doorstep and the figs ripen in the noonday sun. Bluebirds nest in decayed knotholes of gnarled old trees that grand father planted and the countryside, remembering the bare feet of boys and girls of long ago, wonders, if they will come back again this summer. It is the season of reunions and very soon now the youth of yester-year will come trooping back to the scenes of their childhood. Almost from the beginning of time, travel has been a prime instinct of the human race. Even as far back as the stone age men were wander ing around partly because vagabonding was, and still is, as fundamental as hate, fear, love and hunger. The urge for going places has played an important part in peopling the world. It is the spirit that imbued early rulers to cross the seas in conquest, and inspired lesser men to set sail for unknown regions. It was the instinct for travel and the lure of far horizons that brought the early settlers to Monroe. There would be no lovely Bessie Fudickar, for instance, in Monroe today if her grandparents, the S. W. Bennetts, hadn't been lured from Georgia back in the 1800's. Beasie’s mother, Mrs. Mary B. Johnston, who is now 85 years old, was born in Louisiana five years after her parents came from Georgia in a covered wagon. They built a home on the site of the present day home of the Fudickars. Sionrinet on towering in Teiro Monroe would indeed be poorer if May Wooten’s grandparents hadn't cast their eyes southward back in 1836 and made the long and strenuous journey by river packet from Virginia to St. Louis, down the Mississippi to New Orleans, thence up the Ouachita to Monroe where they disem barked at Alabama landing. Judge John Taylor, May Wooten’s grand parent, first settled in Farmerville where Judge Taylor cleared the tract of land with the aid of slaves on his plantation and later gave it for the site of Farmerville. If you just prick the surface here in Monroe you find romance and glamour aplenty. There is no better authority in all Monroe than May Wooten, who has spent a lifetime delving into archives of the city. At her fingertip is the history of Monroe's interesting families who settled here long before the War Between the States. Even the furniture in her home is surrounded with a glamorous background. Most of the handsome rosewood pieces adorned the old colonial home of Mr. Wooten's grand parents back in Virginia. It was purchased in New York City when his grandparents were on their honeymoon and shipped via river packet to Savannah, Ga., and overland by ox team to their home in Virginia. Later when the furniture was divided, much of it was sent to Jim Wooten, who came to Monroe fresh from graduation at Virginia Military Institute and captured the heart of beautiful May Lee, whose ancestry goes back to General Robert E. Lee. The wanderlust that drove our ancestors to settle in far away places continues to stir the blood of the present day generation. The mode of travel differs, it is true, but the instinct is the same. Off on the night plane went Mrs. Clarence Faulk, Eleanor Faulk and Helena Hayward for Robert Faulk’s graduation from Cornell. They will tour the eastern states homeward board with Robert at the wheel. Very soon upon arrival you can expect to hear the chug-chug of Robert's cruiser on the river. He is the only aquatic-minded member of the family but he never lacks com panionship. Helena loves the thrill of speed beating quite as much as Robert. There is romance in the air, my hearties. Camping deep in the Ozarks at Camp Joy Zell will mean a good time for a lot of nice young girls—Mary Stuart Kellogg, Betty Jane Hardeman, Nan Drew, Martha Kilpatrick, Mary Pipes, Mary Lynn O'Kelly and their chaperon, Lelia Dean Frazier. Up with the sun and back to bed at sun down after a long, full day following gypsy trails and riding horse back over mountain passes, will be a refreshing experience and one that will send them home as brown as berries and aglow with vim, vigor and vitality. It was the urge to introduce her handsome three months old son, John Dryburgh Wright, to her Monroe friends that prompted Jean Wright to motor over from Tuscaloosa last week for a visit with her parents. Young John, installed on the back seat with his nurse and all the neces saries for his welfare, came up smiling when the journey ended. Elizabeth Hartley and Hopie Ross had the time of their lives in Wash ington last week. They climbed the steps of the congressional library, visited the Unknown Soldier's tomb at Arlington, watched the peacefully flowing Potomac, visited the White House, and in fact did all the things and visited all the places you would expect of two such high spirited American girls. In New York they attended all the shows on Broadway, bought some good looking duds in the smart shops and rode at night on top of a Fifth avenue bus. They also rode on the elevated and the sub way just for the novelty. But when the time came to return home, we venture to say they would gladly have given New York back to the Indians, if necessary, rather than have to live anywhere but in Monroe. You can trust Alice Milner to do the original, novel thing whenever she entertains. Last week when her bridge tournament terminated she placed bright, shining dollars in a clean, new money bag and presented them to Dell Paine whose score merited the trophy. We wondered if Dell invested that well-earned money in the snappy chapeau she is wearing. It is blue straw with high rolled brim of Spanish accent and, of course, very, very becoming. We know of no other mother and son who have the good times together that Dell and Clyde, dr., enjoy. They are always arm in arm and always happy and gay. Friend hubby usually makes up the threesome. Martha Jane Hill dazzled the stag line at Friday night's dance at Lakeside Country club. And no wonder—she was wearing a gown of moonbeam cloth in the most entrancing shade of aquamarine. There was a lavender sash and voluminous sleeves puffed at the shoulder. There's lots of excitement in the Alden Shotwell menage. It seems that Pollyanna came home from Sweetbrier college covers with honors. To graduate from this college, cum laude, is quite enough to make any parent swell with pride. Life, they say, is just what you make it. Some are satisfied with a prosaic existence while others seek the things which are said to be just beyond the horizon. Because Louis Masur, Jr., was not content with just a passing avedge when he graduated from Neville High school, he re ceived the D. A. R. medal for excellency in American history. Carolyn Oliver not only won high honors throughout her high school career but claims the distinction of never in her ten years of school life missing the honor roll. She graduated at the age of 15. Not content with making ex cellent grades, she wrote an essay and was rewarded by being presented with a medal from the Spanish-American War Veterans auxiliary.
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Monroe Morning World
Monroe, Louisiana, US
Sun, Jun 19, 1938
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