The Boxer: Final Chapter

August 14, 2018

After a few days at the shelter, Mr. Boxer was adopted!

He has dog friends, and human friends, as his companions.

His name is now Kane. Will we ever know what his previous name was? I know that it doesn’t matter, not really, but I’m always curious to know what makes a person give a name to a dog and then proceed to neglect said dog? What kinds of things are going on in their lives that makes this happen?

Kane has made a trip to the veterinarian, because the aircraft wire that he was tied out with had become tangled and wrapped around his throat, and had worn an abrasion that was hidden by his collar. The abrasion will heal, but will leave a scar. You might not want to look at the next photo provided by his new mom.

I am so grateful to her, and all the people in the chain of events that made his life one of hope, not hell.


In the Clearing Stands a Boxer

August 2, 2018

I live in the woods on an acre and a half. The eastern third of my property is fenced with 5′ high chain link. The fence gives me a sense of security and satisfaction.

There was a house built on a neighboring property about 10 years ago, and the people that built the house cut down most of their trees. When the housing market tanked some years back, the people put the house up for rent and moved back to Florida. I have never met any of the renters. It doesn’t seem that anyone stays there for a long time.

Sometimes the house through the woods is listed for sale. I’ve seen a For Sale sign appear and disappear over the years. If I wanted to know badly enough that the house had been sold, I probably could figure it out from the online property records. But I’m busy minding my own business and working and taking care of animals.

Last spring, something changed at the next property. I could hear a dog barking late at night. It sounded like an older dog perhaps, a soft continuous woof that went on for hours. One day I went to the back of my property which looked into the side of the neighbor’s property, thinking that I would see an old dog in a pen or tied to a porch post. I saw nothing out of the ordinary. No dog. Nothing.

The barking continued. It didn’t bother me, but this phantom dog had something to say.

One day the barking stopped.


A month ago, I was headed to the car for work one early morning a few days before the Fourth of July. There was a dog at my gate, and he skittered away into the tree line.

I called to him. He was unsure.

“Come on, Bubby, come on out. I have canned food for you.”

I put a can of food into a Pyrex dish. He didn’t eat immediately. Was he waiting for permission to eat or was he not hungry?

He held a pretty sit for me, then he settled in to eat an entire can.

I noticed he wasn’t neutered, and I could see his ribs. He wasn’t wearing a collar so he probably wasn’t microchipped.

Now comes the great dilemma. Debate, debate, debate in my own head.

If I take him to the shelter this early in the day, I have to put him in the overnight lost and found enclosure. What if there was already another dog left there? I won’t have time to take him back home, and the shelter won’t open to the public until 10. What if I put him in my fence? He had already met Mr. Packett through the chainlink, and they seemed compatible, but what if his owner drove around looking for him and saw him in my fence? What if he let Mr. Packett out? Plus, I remembered that it was a Monday and the shelter was closed to the public.

I went to work. I put his photos on my Facebook page, asking if anyone knew where this dog belonged. I contacted the shelter who had no report of a missing boxer. I contacted the chairman of the board of the shelter, and she said to call animal control. But what if he wasn’t standing by my gate when animal control went out? Plus it was approaching the Fourth, the holiday when most dogs go missing because of fireworks, and I’m thinking the shelter would be full.

He was there for three straight mornings, and I decided if he were there on my next day off, he was going to the shelter.

On Saturday he was not there. I went outside to feed the cats, and I heard a noise through the woods to the property next door. I heard crying.

I walked to the back of the property, and over my fence I saw this…

My friend was tied up in the muck. His bowls were turned over, except for one rain-water-filled bowl that he couldn’t reach. He couldn’t get to the shelter of his dog house.

His bed was half-buried in the dirt.

I took a bucket of water and a can of food to him. He was restrained by some ridiculous harness contraption, and his tie-out lead was hopelessly snarled at the tie-out post. No one was home.

I knew I could take him to the shelter, but I wasn’t ready to steal a neighbor’s dog since I could monitor his situation and give him some comfort.

The following morning he was not there. I headed to the front gate to feed the cats, and there he was waiting for me.

I called Sugar on the phone, opened the back door of the car, and the dog climbed in, easy as pie. We went to Sugar’s house to pick him up, and we three went to the shelter.

He was checked for a microchip, while everyone exclaimed how wonderful he was. There was no chip, and we left him in good hands. I supposed I’d never see him again.

No person had been at his house for approximately 2 days, and that Sunday evening I walked through the woods when I heard an engine start up, and saw a man mowing his yard on a riding mower, like business as usual. So his people had returned home after leaving him tied out during the afternoon storms, tied with a cable that had become shortened and tangled down to three feet, and an overturned water bucket.


Last week, I headed to the car about 6am to see if it would start properly, because the day before there seemed to be an issue. When I got out of the car, there was my friend, apparently having been reclaimed. He had been neutered, which told me that he had also gotten his shots and was microchipped and that his people had to pay an adoption fee to get him back. I gave him a can of food, and when I drove off an hour later, he was still at the gate, and ran after the car for a quarter mile.

When I got home that night, he wasn’t there. The next morning, I walked back through the woods, watching for snakes and spiderwebs, and saw this scene over the fence.

I went through my side gate, taking a can of food with me.

He was living in disgusting circumstances. They had put his food in a cardboard box, and flies were laying eggs in the debris.

He was wearing a collar that was snugged tightly to his throat, and the aircraft wire that he was tied to was wrapped around his throat. I got him loosened up and gave him a can of food.

Two days after that, his circumstances had not improved. The voices in my head were debating how this could play out. If I call animal control, then I’ve made an official report. The owners would probably be given a warning, and they might opt to relinquish him if they can’t or won’t do better. At any rate, I can’t steal him. I mean, I *could*, but I won’t.

Yesterday morning I checked on him. There was a car at the house, but the dog’s situation looked bad. I made a report to animal control. I reported how he showed up for 3 straight days, no collar, no one looking for him, I fed him, I took him to the shelter, he was reclaimed and tied up, he got away again, he was tied up again with a collar so tight that he could barely swallow, he had aircraft wire wrapped around his neck and in danger of strangling, or at the very least the line would cut into his skin, his water was overturned, his people would leave him for days at a time without attention and there were thunderstorms and he couldn’t get to his house because his tie-out had become shortened to 3 feet. The ACO told me that a dog had to have water and shelter at a minimum and that this county doesn’t have a law against tying a dog, BUT the dog has to have ACCESS to the house, and a dog can be tied out to a collar, but not tied out around their neck without a collar. She said that she would go out that day.

Last night I got home and he was gone. I walked over to check for sure. His collar was just lying on the ground. Had his owner gotten so angry that he took the dog off and dumped him? Had he killed him? But there was a full cardboard box of food. Why would you feed your dog and then get rid of him? Maybe animal control took him. Sugar thought they would give a warning first before taking him. I thought that they had already had a warning when they reclaimed him, and that my report would be strike two.

We thought we’d never know.

This evening, I saw this notice on Facebook.

When you zoom in on his photo, you can see where the wire was cutting into his neck.

Here’s how my voices guess this played out. The owner dumped some food into the cardboard box and went away. Animal Control went out and saw the conditions, the physical limitations of the situation, the poop on the ground, the tangled wire, the flies in the cheap dry food, the fact that his ribs were showing, and that his recent surgical site was exposed to the dirt, and said O No Not Today. Even though he had a clean bucket of water and food in his bowl and an inaccessible dog house? O No.

Not today.

FireAnts Afloat

July 23, 2018

Back last year after the round of hurricanes, one news item that caught my eye was how displaced fire ants can form a living raft to survive the floodwaters.

Have you ever been stung by a fire ant? Imagine the horror of bobbing along in the floodwaters and seeing a living raft of fire ants coming your way.

Fortunately I have never been caught up in floodwaters, but last week I noticed that the cats seemed hungry even though the feeder in The Treehouse was half-full.

Here’s Bugsy in a shot from April this year so you can see the set-up. The feeder sits in a giant saucer with water in it to discourage bugs. The theory is that insect can’t get to the food because of the water barrier.

On this particular day when the cats seemed so hungry, yet the feeder wasn’t empty, I found that the feeder was full of fire ants even though the water barrier was intact.

Those clever opportunists had built a raft.

The Crazy Cat Lady Tote Bag

July 22, 2018

Have you noticed that the commercially made tote bags are made from the same fabric as the Friskies cat food bags?

Of course you haven’t. Why would you?

A few years ago I got the bright idea that I would stitch up some tote bags using the cat food bag fabric. It’s like a woven plastic with a sheen, and it slid under the presser foot uncontrollably. I gave it up. It wasn’t meant to be.

This month all the stars and planets came into alignment.

I have been using the empty cat food bags as recycling bags for empty cans and plastic containers. I’ll have to find another storage container for those recyclables because the cat lady tote bag is a happening thing.

The secret was to adjust the tension on the sewing machine. I’m using a basic Brother machine with some zigzag and buttonhole features.

I told over the top of the bag and stitch a double row of straight stitches to secure the hem. I measure from the top down about 20″ and cut there. The bag is already in a stout tube shape so there is no side seam to stitch. Turn the bag inside out and seam across the bottom. Flatten the bag so that the bottom seam touches the imaginary side seam and creates a point. Stitch another seam about 4″ long across the point. Do this also on the other end. Trim off the point.

I like to use the original strip of fabric that was stitched across the top of the bag at the factory to close the bag, and use it to encase the bottom seams. It makes the bag very strong and hold its shape.

I ordered some polyethylene strapping online from an Etsy shop. Cut a length about 20″ long and seal the end by passing the cut end over an open flame like a lit match. One quick pass is enough.

Stitch the ends onto the bag, one strap per side. I know that y’all are smart people, and you can look at another tote you might already have and figure it out.

Now the fun cat pictures.

This was the first bag. The bottom seemed stout, and I hadn’t figured out the seam construction yet, so this 1st bag is a cut off bag with a turned-down stitched top and added straps. This might suit your purposes completely. I’ve used this one for a small load of laundry for the first time and then for groceries.

I studied the construction of a Trader Joe’s bag, courtesy of Sugar’s cousin Liz, and another smaller bag from a rescuer friend Kimberly.

My bag is in the middle. I used the bottom seam, but hadn’t yet improved it with the seam binding.

Moving on. A Beneful bag FROM a coworker turned into a tote FOR a coworker.

I further improved the construction by folding across the bottom, end to end, and stitching next to the fold. This bag stands upright by itself.

I cut my own seam binding from a leftover trimming from the top of the bag. The photo below shows the bag inside-out so that you can see the construction.

I’ve decided that I like the bag to be about 17″ high, and the base to be about 4″ deep. I’m using 1″ wide strapping. Many thanks go to the quality control team of Pop-Up and The Butter. I sent a little message to the Friskies people to show them what I am doing. The owner at the Alvin Ord’s sandwich shop in Beaufort has offered to save her bags for me. (They have a nice resident cat that I wrote about before.) This offer makes me think of all the places that use cat food. Shelters, kennels, businesses, pet owners – all potential sources of bags to be kept out of the landfill. Do you want a bag? Send me a little donation to my paypal at ruthmarierawlsATgmailDOTcom, and email your address to me, and I’ll pop a bag in the mail as soon as I stitch up some more. You people that have already sent a donation, sit tight. Your bag is coming soon!

Nine Years!

July 20, 2018

1/1/1893: Good for Lenoir City

July 11, 2018

From GenealogyBank: 1/1/1893, Daily Journal and Journal and Tribune, Knoxville, Tennessee.


The news published this morning from Lenoir City is of the most gratifying character, gratifying not only to the people of that immediate community, but to Knoxville and all East Tennessee. For Lenoir city, it signifies as Mr. Sanford, the able president of the company, says, that Lenoir City is destined to become the Pullman of the south. It means that Lenoir City is to become the site of one of the largest manufacturing establishments south of the Ohio river, an establishment that will cost many of thousands of dollars and furnish in its erection, employment for hundreds of mechanics and workingmen. It means, when completed, lucrative employment all the time for a host of skilled artisans and workingmen.

It means much for Knoxville. Being only twenty-two miles west of the city, on the main line of the East Tennessee road, it is virtually one of Knoxville’s suburbs. It will be  valuable addition to Knoxville’s trade. It will result in bringing a good many hundreds of thousands of dollars to Knoxville banks and Knoxville merchants and mechanics. Knoxville will have many reasons to rejoice at the good fortune and permanent prosperity of Lenoir City. The establishment of this immense manufacturing plant so near to our doors, will revive hope and encourage enterprise throughout the entire section.

We have said that Lenoir Cit is one of Knoxville’s suburbs. What has just been accomplished at Lenoir city is a valuable pointer to Knoxville. It shows that manufacturers of the north are beginning to appreciate the resources of this section. They begin to understand the value and the extent of our raw material, as found in our forests, mine, and quarries. And now the question comes up what will Knoxville do? There is a tide in the affairs of cities and communities as well as of men, that it taken at the flood leads on to fortune. Will Knoxville sit supinely by, in a state of calm expectancy, leisurely awaiting the tides? Will anything be done to induce capitalists to invest their money here and contribute to the growth of our splendidly situated city? If we are to remain in a state of chronic inaction, supremely satisfied with ourselves, laboring under the delusion that capital and population will drift this way whether invited or not, it may be that one of these fine mornings we may wake up to find that Knoxville is a suburb of Lenoir City.

It is unnecessary for THE JOURNAL to say who J. H. Bass is; he is one of the kings of the industrial world, the architect of his own fortune, that is counted by millions. His plants at Fort Wayne, Indiana, Chicago and St. Louis are well known all over the west and the country. He is a business man from the ground up, and no higher compliment could possibly be bestowed upon Lenoir City than he has paid it by locating the great establishment that will be completed and put in operation during this year. The future of the city is no longer in doubt. The plant which Mr. Bass will erect there will of itself constitute the sure foundation of a prosperous city. When in operation, as Mr. Bass’ plant will be at an early day, together with other establishments already located, Lenoir City will at once take rank with the foremost manufacturing communities south of the Ohio River.


3/12/1893: Floyd Nichols Loses Two Fingers in Sawmill Accident

July 4, 2018

From GenealogyBank: 3/12/1893, Daily Journal and Journal and Tribune, Knoxville, Tennessee, Volume IV, Issue 15, Page 10.



Bright Prospects For the Summer’s Business.

LENOIR CITY, Tenn., March 11. — Floyd Nichols, an employee of the Crosby Lumber company, met with a serious accident on Monday last. He works in the shingle department and while thus employed had two fingers sawed off.

Prospects are quite bright for a busy summer for our little city. Every house is filled and still the demand comes for more. The Crosby Lumber company are working nearly one hundred men. The Car Wheel works and Car shops will break ground at an early date and they from the start, will necessarily employ a large force of men. Our greatest need is dwelling houses–already the city company have sold several pieces of fine property, which will be improved. Lenoir has attractions not only in a business point of view, but as a pleasant, healthy place to live. There has not been a death within the city limits within one year and three months. Several of the old inhabitants, who left two years ago, have returned to again take up their dwelling in our midst, claiming they saw no place as beautiful, healthful or as prosperous as Lenoir.

A number of Knoxville business men were here this week, mostly lumber men. This is fast becoming the lumber market for this section of East Tennessee. The Cosby Lumber company alone ships from five to ten cars of lumber daily. Their mill saws from forty to fifty thousand feet daily  and will double that capacity when the band mill starts.

Aspirants for office under the new administration are numerous, but all laying low and saying nothing. Jim Boggs is suppose to have the inside track on post office, and Henry Lenoir has a fine show for revenue collector for this district.

This county being strongly republican, and this district giving a republican victory last fall for the first time in its history, may be a point or two against office seekers under the new regime. To the victors belong the spoils.

1/1/1893: Triumphant! Gigantic Plant Secured

June 30, 2018

From GenealogyBank: Daily Journal and Journal and Tribune, 1/1/1893, Knoxville, Tennessee, Volume VIII, Page 1.



Lenoir City Starts the New Year With Flourishing Prospects.




Immense Iron Foundries and a Big Car Wheel Factory.




J. H. Bass, the Great Fort Wayne Car Wheel Manufacturer in it.


There has been a long siege of hard times testing the vitality of many southern cities and only the best and most substantially found have been able to withstand the long strain. Conspicuously among these has been our conservative, strongly backed neighbor, Lenoir City. It has been managed by strong and capable business men who had invested largely of their own means and who had too much wisdom to be dragged into the crazy methods which were adopted in so many of the boom towns of the south and which have invariably brought upon themselves with the day of reckoning, bankruptcy and disaster to all who invested in them. But such men as Gen. Sam Thomas, C. M. McGhee, Senator C. S. Brice, E. J. Sanford, Oliver H. Payne and John G. Moore, Grant B. Schley, with other strong men who are back of Lenoir City, and understood the wisdom of caution and conservatism as the danger of fortuitous booming. The result has been that Lenoir City indulge in no extravagances, threw no money away on useless electric light plants, and costly hotels, but kept money in its purse and stood ready even in the hardest times, to meet every obligation and to aid and encourage such enterprises as it seemed desirable to have located there. Amid the crash of boom towns in every direction there was apparent there always the evidence of perfect confidence and the air of real substantial prosperity. The contrast to other towns which were founded about the same time was so manirffest that it attracted the attention of capitalists and was commented on wherever southern investment was being discussed. And what has been the result? The plucky city enters the new year with the proud satisfaction of seeing the smoke issue from the stock of the largest and best equipped saw mill in the south with capacity for cutting 40,000,000 feet of lumber yearly and with the assurance that it is to make the greatest lumber market in the state and that woodworking industries will be quick to see the advantage of locating there as Jno. T. Bon & Sons, of Syracuse, New York, have done with a splendidly equipped extension table manufactory.

And then on top of this comes the announcement of to day that there is to be erected there immediately the greatest car manufacturing plant in the entire south, to be built upon a scale which will outstrip anything of the kind this side of Mason and Dixons line. Such a grand stride towards the fulfillment of its founders has not been made by any city for many years. THE JOURNAL reporter got an inkling of this immense deal and to verify the rumor went to Col. E. J. Sanford, president of the Lenoir City company for facts, and this is the substance of the interview:

“Col. Sanford I hear it rumored on the street that Lenoir City has struck it rich and has secured the location of an immense car works which is to overshadow anything of the kind in this country. How is it?”

“Well, I guess you are pretty close to the truth this time. The fact is that we are to have built at once at Lenoir City a car wheel foundry and car works which are to be simply immense. The application for the charter was filed to-day.

You have heard of J. H. Bass, the millionaire car wheel maker of Fort Wayne, Ind., Chicago and St. Louis, for he owns and operates immense works in all these cities. Well,, he has for some time had in his mind the establishment of a foundry at some point in the South which would put him in position to meet the demands and probably control the trade as he does practically in the west and northwest. He had heard of Lenoir City, heard of it as a safely and conservatively managed city, with peculiar advantages for manufacturing purposes, and knew that it was receiving the special care and interest of such men as Thomas, McGhee, Payne, Moore, Brice and others with whom his business as a car wheel manufacturer had brought him in contact – men who he knew were not likely to be identified with any failure if their money and experience and influence could make it a success.

Well, it seems that he had been revolving the thing in his mind for some time, when by a combination of circumstances he and I were thrown together. The truth is, I met him for the purpose of endeavoring to induce him to locate a plant in Knoxville. To my great surprise, for I did not know that he had ever heard of the place, he had a great many inquiries to make concerning Lenoir City and was more disposed to talk about it and its plans than anything else. I was, of course, gratified to realize that our town ad attracted the notice of such a man. He afterwards came to Knoxville and looked over the situation but was not to be deterred from his purpose to investigate the situation at Lenoir City and so went there.

After taking in the town and riding over it from one end to the other, he came right out and said: “Here is the place for a great car manufacturing plant.” Here you have all the conditions necessary to success, superior shipping facilities, with water navigation to defend your freight rates, timber world without end at your very door, which can be had a near to first cost as is possible in this whole land –fuel as cheap as it may be had in Knoxville — iron within easy and cheap haul and the grandest site for a town that I ever saw — with a possibility for laborers to enjoy a most healthy location, with splendid natural drainage, procure cheap homes, have cheap living and all else that tends to make men happy, prosperous and contented. I tell you Sanford if you men will give me anything like a show I will locate here this very winter the finest car wheel plant in the south, if not in the country.”

He is a very level headed man—self-made with an immense fortune, and one not inclined to hasty conclusions–but the more he saw of the location the more enthusiastic he grew. I was gratified of course and told him that our company would certainly welcome his coming and negotiations commenced soon after his return to his home at Fort Wayne.

The location of a car wheel foundry naturally suggested the building of car, works, and the longer negotiations continued the broader the plans grew. As Mr. Bass proposed to erect the foundry on his individual account he thought it would be the right thing for others to establish at the same time works capable of using his output on the spot. He could furnish the castings and iron work, lumber could be procured here at the very lowest possible price, and with the two concerns working together he argued that they would be able to put out cars at a price which would enable them to shut out competition from every source. So the organization of car works was taken into consideration. Plans were formulated and the more the plans were discussed the more feasible it seemed. I tell you the Lenoir City company kept the ball rolling and the iron hot. It meant the fulfillent of their grandest expectations. Finally a meeting was held in New York between Mr. Bass and other interested partied, and before I left there the deal was consummated, the contracts drawn up–signed, sealed and the greatest enterprise that has been started in the south these many years was a reality.

The capital stock of the car works was subscribed as fast as pen and ink could put the names on paper, and the stockholders represent in the aggregate close on to fifty million dollars. The plant will be immense. Why, I have authority this very minute to draw at sight for a quarter of a million of dollars to go into the car works alone, independent of the wheel foundry.

We intend to build upon a  scale to enable us to turn out fifteen complete cars every day in the year. Mr. Bass writes me that he has already given orders for the manufacture of some of his machinery and is busily engaged on the plans and specifications for buildings, etc. Just think of it he is figuring on a foundry alone possibly eight hundred feet in length–it will certainly be four hundred. And all the other buildings will be on the same scale. The plans for the car works will be completed soon and work will begin immediately. Now, these are not things which may happen, but realities about which there is no uncertainty. The contracts have all been signed, sealed and delivered.

Of course all this means a big lift for Lenoir City, and all those who are so lucky as to be interested there may well wear bread smiles, for the days of prosperity are at hand. It will take a small army several months to erect the necessary buildings for the factories. Then there will necessarily be a great number of dwelling houses erected, for these shops are going to give employment to hundred of workmen of all grades–from ordinary day laborers to skilled mechanics in numerous branches And these factories are not all. We are negotiating with one or two other concerns which may locate there with big manufactories, but I am dealing with you now on certainties and we won’t talk about things which as yet are uncertain. Yes Lenoir City is going to be the Pullman of the south and it will be a good thing for Knoxville to have such a neighbor.

Every successful enterprise within fifty miles of this city is a big help to it. Its merchants and manufacturers will all derive benefits. It will be a good thing for this whole section to have a man of affairs and a capitalist like Mr. Bass identified with its growth. He is a very sagacious far seeing man and believes in the future of East Tennessee and especially of Lenoir City. His faith in the immediate and rapid growth of that place is strong enough to have induced him to buy an eighth interest in the whole property–in addition to his investment in the care wheel works. Our estimate of him and his value to our place is  evidenced in the fact that we would let him have such a big block of our stock. No man who was not to be a valuable acquisition could have gotten it.

Here the long interview ended, and, thanking Mr. Sanford his full and complete statement of the facts, the scribe bowed himself out of the office to give place to one or more of the other persons who during the day await their chance to get a whack at the time of that very busy man.


The 50th

June 30, 2018

via The 50th

Because 76 years ago, this thing happened.

10/10/1891: Fair Association Organized at Lenoir City

June 25, 2018

From GenealogyBank: Daily Journal and Journal and Tribune, 10/10/1891, Knoxville, Tennessee, Volume 7, Issue 227, Page 3.



Lenoir City to Have Good Races and Exhibits in Coming Years.

LENOIR CITY, TENN., October 9–Right this way for the fair grounds? will be the cry of the jolly hackman in Lenoir the coming fair season. Our citizens with the assistance of our prominent agriculturists scored a great success when they organized the Lenoir City agricultural association, and located their grounds at Lenoir. This scheme has been in contemplation for some time, but up until Monday nothing certain as to the location and permanent organization had been determined. The title defines the object of this organization. It is to promote agricultural interests, create a friendly strife among our farmers, as well as merchants, housewives, manufacturers, stock raisers etc. Provide ample accommodations for competition in all these branches. The association have purchased thirty acres, one mile north of the city, which will be put in shape for the grand undertaking. The grounds are well adapted for the purposes desired, well watered, shade, contain, par excellence, the best half mile track in the section.

They propose to erect fine buildings for the accommodation of horses, stock of all kinds, agricultural halls, poultry sheds, fine art hall, grand stand, etc. Loudon county is perhaps in better shape to sustain an organization of this kind than any of re neighbors. Her reputation for raising large crops of all kinds of grain, fruit and vegetables, is widespread. Prominent among her horse breeders are Henry R. Lenoir, with a stable of some blooded beauties. Joe Browder, John Eblen, Dr. Burdett, also have some promising horses and colts. Some very fine herds of cattle, Shorthorns, Jerseys, Holstiens, are also credited to our list. Hogs, sheep and poultry can also grace the show pans in great variety. With the desire and mbition of our people to compete for honors in the different classes of exhibits, there will be no doubt as to the merits of our annual shows, and this being a fact with crowds that will make it a financial success. Special attention will be given the speed ring, and purses worthy of good horses will be offered. One feature, the one that condems so many of our fairs, the gambling devices, will be omitted. The following well known gentlemen was elected directors: J. R. Browder, A. M. Hough, J. P. Freeman, Dr. G. M. Burdett, Henry R. Lenoir, Oscar Prater and James Carmichael.

Does anyone know where the fairgrounds were located?