A heap of folks took peas in hand, as of Sunday fast, in the make-up of this paper, and the results in this reader's humble opinion were most gratifying. Right off the bat we are tipping our hat, and passing around the orchids to those two old-pros Miss Florence and Miss Dove. The former's coverage of that great day at Rodney Presbyterian Church, including dinner-on-the-ground, and those whimsical flashbacks to a Sunday in 1828 were good for the soul. So good that we think good Methodist Ogden should be made an honorary elder in the church of those Calvinistic Sillerses and Warfields who have gone on before her. And here in Greenville, we would suggest that the Rev. Nenan Mace Miss Florence on the same pedestal with Giggy Mrs. Horace Polk, whom Russell concedes to be the best preacher's assistant in the General Assembly.
Louise Eskrigge Crump's Delta Scene story of Mary Mrs. Jack Potts' find in the secondhand book store In New York City was beautifully told, and just the sort of Incident which we Greenville folks like to think could only happen to another Greenvillian. We would like to look at the flyleaf in that leatherback volume of Will Percy's poems, whereon its author autographed same in favor of his best Sewanee friend, Huger Jervey. For it interests us to note that just about the same time that Mary was browsing in the bookshop, Old Stuff was ruminating at some length concerning Sewanee, South Carolina, Will Percy, Huger Jervey, Sinkler Manning, John Hough and Ella Crawford and Jim Elliott.
Orchids too to the Tupelo Journal for its editorial about the Till case, and to the editor of this newspaper for re-printing it. And speaking of cases, Mrs. Anne Stokes certainly presented the case of the grateful Greeks in convincing fashion. Here again we have a most impressive coincidence, that a Deltan, and particularly a farmer and cattle-grower, should have been an eye-witness to the goodwill which has accrued to the U.S.A. in general, and to Mississippi in particular, over there in Greece which, Miss Annie reminds us, is the world's oldest bastion of Democracy.
Nor does Miss Margaret Green have to take a back seat for a back page, either, for her contribution to last Sunday's edition. She really pulled all the stops in her descriptions of those kids romping and playing in the parks of Paris, and sailing tiny boats across the ponds of same. And we were right there with you, Cissie, as you weighed those francs in hand against the dubious delights of that Punch and Judy Show. Keep on writing, because your letters are every bit as good as a tour of France and the United Kingdom for folks like us who cannot leave home at this time. Meanwhile we will keep the old soup-pot boiling against the happy day of your return.
We must check on the orchid supply, in the wake of such synthetic prodigality with same, for Ann Wallais Fleming of Clarksdale should surely have one too. Her Letter to the Editor, written in appreciation of Louise Crump's recent feature on Miss Leila Mae Shell, made for pleasant reading indeed. We certainly enjoyed Mrs. Fleming's recollections of the good old days in Clarksdale, when the Shell girls lived at their house, and Miss Leila Mae's knight would come riding with a twenty-five pound package of dried figs. Incidentally we recall Ann Fleming's father, the late Mr. J. O. Wallis, very pleasantly, having known him at scouter meetings in Clarksdale during the winter of 29-30. A banker, and most personable gentleman, Mr. Wallis was greatly interested in boy scout work and young people in general. And Mrs. Fleming's brother, J. O. Wallis, Jr., married Imogene Blackmon (sister of Greenville's Jimmy and Skeeler), which ties Ann in home-folks.
P. S. If you missed all these treats in last Sunday's Delta Democrat-Times, a copy can be had from Mrs. McDonald, of Circulation Department, for ten cents, one dime, or the tenth part of a dollar!
-BC
