THE STATE
A Weekly Survey of North Carolina
Knl«r*t KTODil cUu nn.il», Jan* 1. 1983. *1 the PortolBc* »l B»l»lch. North
Carotins, under the Art of March 3, 1879.
Vol. VIII. No. 26 November 23, 1940
Bald Head
and Other Places
Nr. Les Forgravc» visits a purl off
tli<* state lie never saw before
aii<l meets up with n number of
interesting' people, including* Old
.Main Keziaili aiuil 1 nele ('liairlie
Corbett.
«if CARL GOI ItCII
ONE of the best traveling
companions we’ve ever been
with is Leslie Forgravc.
Lee is a cartoonist. For years lie's
boon drawing the comic strip, "Big
Sister," which appears in papers all
over the country. About six years ago
he landed in Chapel Hill by accident,
put his daughter in school and lived
there for n couple of years. Then he
ami Mrs. Forgrnve built a beautiful
home for themselves
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in the moun¬
tains at Cashiers, near Highlands.
They spend al»»ut eight months a
year up there and the rest of the
time they live in Florida and other
places. For the last two or three weeks
they’ve been in Raleigh.
For some time we've been wanting
to visit Bald Hoad Island, near
Southport, hut something always in¬
terfered with our arrangements.
Tuesday of last week, however, we
decided to make the trip and, before
leaving Kaleigh, called up Les ami
aske.l him if he didn’t want to go
along.
He did. And in half an hour we
were on our wav.
We drove down through Smithfield
and were following
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8. 701 south
when U‘s asked: "What’s the next
town we come to?"
“Clinton," wc told him.
“Clinton!" ho exclaimed. And then,
after a moment’s thought: "Say.
would it be possible for us to stop
there for just a few minutes?"
"Certainly. What for?"
“Well, several years ago, the
(■reeiisboro Ihtih/ A V/r.v cut out my
strip for a brief period. A man by the
name of Cyrus Fa i relot h, who lives
in Clinton, wrote to them, protesting
vigorously. He also wrote me, and we
exchanged several letters. I’d like to
call on him, if we could find him.”
We didn't have any trouble lo¬
cating Mr. Fa irclo th’s law office. He
was sitting at his «leek when we
walked in.
“Mr. Faircloth?" questioned Los.
“Yes, sir."
"I’m Los Forgrnve, who draws ‘Big
Sister’.” •
Well, sir: if llcddic Lamar or
Myrna Loy had come in and intro¬
duced themselves, we don’t believe
Mr. Faircloth could have been more
delighted. He said he'd been reading
"Big Sister" for ten years, and when¬
ever he had to go out of town for
some reason or other, he always made
Mrs. Faircloth save the back lmmliers
for him. He insisted upon our spend¬
ing the night, but we told him we
had to be in Wilmington in time for
supper, so after about ten minutes
Not such a very good picture, but
it was raining cats and dogs when it
was taken. Mr. Forgrave, at that
moment, was further south on North
Carolina soil than any other human
being. He was standing at the tip
of Cape Fear.
we said goodbye and got back into the
car again.
It was a* we were approaching
Harrell's Store that we happened t<*
think of
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m-le Charlie Corbett.
"His store is one place you’ve
simply got to see," we told Les.
"Where is it?" he wanted t<. know.
“At Ivanhoe. Wo turn to the right
hero.”
It’s nlsiut nine miles from Har¬
rell’s to I van hoe. You probably re¬
member the article we wrote up about
I’nclc Charlie and bis store a year
or so ago. Ripley got hold <>f it 'liortly
thereafter and put Mr. Corbett in
one of his Believe-it-or-not cartoons.
Despite the fact that Fncle Char¬
lie dix-s a fairly good business, there
hasn’t been a customer in bis store in