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Bill Ledford, editor of the weekly paper in Vidalia, Ga., popped into the Vidalia Chamber of Commerce the other day with an idea about a porcelain onion. He told Dick Walden, the executive vice president of the Chamber, that he had met an artist in Charleston, S.C., and that he harbored a notion to commission her to fire him up some onions. "She makes squash, beans, everything," said Ledford, a little excitement rising in his voice. "She even makes an onion," he continued, "but it doesn't look like our onion. It's not flat and squatty enough...
Ledford, his eye on a buck, would like to market the artificial onion. The thing was, he explained, he wanted to put the registered trademark of the Vidalia sweet onion, a cartoonish character called the Yumion (sort of the Pillsbury Doughboy of the onion racket), on his product, and for that he needed permission from the Chamber. Walden said he would bring it up at the next board meeting, but he suspected Ledford "could bank on it." The editor bounded out, a happy...
Glass Jaw. In Vidalia, Ga., Mack Crawford, weaving his way out of the Silver Moon bar, took a poke at a big guy who was holding the door shut, smashed his fist and the door's full-length mirror...
...joined the Baptist ministry. He preached for 17 years. Four years ago, when he applied for an old age pension, he achieved considerable local fame-the Census Bureau announced that he was the oldest resident of the U.S. Last year he retired to his son's house at Vidalia, Ga., to read the Bible...
Last week the Moneywasters gave a dance. As usual, they did things up brown. This time they had Maestro Walter Barnes of Chicago and his Royal Creolians. Tickets in advance were 50?; on the spot, 65?. Negroes flocked to Natchez from Vicksburg, Centreville, Vidalia, Baton Rouge, even from New Orleans. Paid admissions: 557. The night was warm. Only way into the building was the front door; the Moneywasters had boarded the windows against peepers and gate-crashers. Tobacco smoke fogged the hall. Under the grey, dry Spanish moss which hung two feet above the dancers, the crowd on the floor...