The Bamberg herald. (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, December 28, 1922, Page 4, Image 4
W&t Pamberg Heratti
ESTABLISHED APRIL, 1891.
Published Weekly at Bamberg, S. C.
Entered as second-class matter April
1891, under Act of March 3, 1879.
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Volume XXXI, Number 52.
Thursday, Dec. 28,1922
A WORD TO SUBSCRIBERS.
For reasons which the management
of The Herald considered sufficient
we have hot adhered strictly to our
cash in advance rule during the past
few months, and as a result a good
many of our friends have allowed
their subscriptions to get in arrears.
We are frank to acknowledge that it
was not wise to deviate from the
strict cash in advance rule, but so
many of our friends asked us to con
tinue their paper that we extended
the circle entirely too wide for our
own good.
Now a newspaper cannot be run
without money. The Herald has tried
to keep up its usual standard. We are
endeavoring to print just as good
newspaper now, even though times
are trying, as ever, and many of our
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promptly, please.
It has come to the attention of the
editors of The Herald that some persons
have imposed on this newspaper
by writing letters to Santa Claus and
signing other people's names to
them. These persons, doubtless, are
entirely well meaning, but we consider
it a distorted idea of a joke, and
we sincerely trust such will never occur
again in this or any other news
paper. Santa Claus is a sacred' institution
and should not be trifled
with. There is no fun attached to
Shaving one's name attached to a letter
to Santa Claus, written as if the
alleged signer is a little child, and
asking for all sorts of silly things.
More than that, it may not be known
to people who make a practice of doing
such things, that it is a violation
of the laws of the state and of the
'postal rules and regulations. If the
injured person should be sufficiently
offended to report such a violation
s it might cause the perpetrator some
little inconvenience and perhaps
trouble.
Taxes Are Brought in
New York, Dec. 23.?A drive
started six weeks ago against delinquent
federal taxpayers in the Second
New York district 'has yielded nearly
$1,500,000. Frank K. Bowers, collector'
of internal revenue, announced
tonight. The collector has issued
about 80,000 warrants for distraint,
which are being distributed to more
than 100 field deputies, he said, at the
rate of 1,000 a week. Uncollected
taxes and penalties amounted to
v $300,000,000 when Collector Bowers
began his crusade.
Big Textile Mill.
Spartanburg, Dec. 23.?D. D. Little,
president of the Clinchfield Manufacturing
Company of Marion, N. C.
but a resident of Spartanburg, announced
today from his office here,
his intentions to establish somewhere I
near Spartanburg the Southern plant
of t/he Appleton Company of Lowell,
Mass., and in a later statement said
there would very probably be other
large interests to join with the Appleton
people in extensive investments
in textile plants in this immediate
section.
Love and Green Peas.
Leguminous plants and divorce ap- j
pear to have little in common, but, |
according to The Daily Chronicle,
London, Eng., the Pathological congress
recently held in Paris, discovered
the analogy when considering di!
vorce cases resulting irom war time
marriages.
Haircot beans were started to confer
advantage upon brain and brawn;
spinach would prevent dawdling in
the household, but ereen peas were
condemned as developing frivolity, j
making women capricious and reckless.
Men and women, it was asserted. |
flirted under tlieir influence, and the 1
pathologists attributed a majority of i
the divorce cases to the consumption ;
of peas. \
The first law pensioning Civil War
veterans for disability was enacted
July 14, 1862.
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ROTARIAXS HEAR ABOUT
WILLISTOX ASPARAGUS
Augusta Chronicle.
Mr. W. E. Prothro and Mr. A. M.|
Kennedy were t'he guests of Mr. L. J. j
Henry at the Rotary club yesterday.
Mr. Prothro, it will be recalled, is an
extensive grower of asparagus at Williston,
S. C.. to whom reference has
been made in the Chronicle during
the past few days. Mr. Kennedy is j
president of the Bank of Williston,
and also largely interested in farming.
During the luncheon Mr. Prothro
invited to do so, made a brief talk
about the diversified farming interests
around Williston. He referred
specifically to asparagus and to the
endeavors which have brought about
its successful growing and market
ing. He declared the South Carolina
asparagus product to be superior,
saying that as there is no peach like
the Georgia peach, there is no asparagus
like the South Carolina aspargus.
.Mr. Prothro let it be known that
Williston asparagus growers have arranged
to put their product on the !
Augusta market. Their canning |
equipment to care for their surplus j
crop is approximately perfect. Declaring
that Augusta's interests and
Williston's interests are identical?
that is. that the interests of the one
are wrapped up m the interests of the
other?he bespoke for Williston asparagus
partial treatment at the
hands of Augusta consumers. He only
asked that the Williston product be
given a thorough trial. He absolutely
knew of its superiority. He knows,
that, if it is given its chance, it will
win its way. He knows it is better
than any other asparagus, wherever
the other asparagus is grown or can- j
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of the Williston product be tried j
out, leaving it to its merit and worth j
as to whether or not successor cans
be purchased. In other words, he is j
positive that, if it is once purchased
and served, it will be purchased and
served for all future time. "Buy the
first can of Williston asparagus because
it is Williston's?because it is
grown by your neighbors and friends;
buy succeeding cans of Williston asparagus
solely and only because you
have found Williston asparagus, in
flavor, and in every other way, to be
the best asparagus you have ever put
on your table." 1
Mr. Henry emphasized the talk of
Mr. Prothro. Williston is our neighbor.
There is no day in which there
are not two to five Augusta commercial
travelers in Williston, seeking
business. In Augusta we have, day in
and day out, urged diversification on
the farms. The people of Williston
have gone in for diversification. This
asparagus industry 'has been one of
their successes. Their output of asparagus
is/ the very best. All they
ask as to it is a fair trial. They are
confident it will prove its way. The
people of Williston are only asking
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Henry urged that Augustans, especially
Augusta housewives, give heed
to Mr. Prothro's statements, and that
attention, every test and every opportunity.
Williston asparagus was served as
part of the menu at the Rotary luncheon
yesterday, a number of cans having
been forwarded for that purpose,
with the compliments of the Williston
growers. Men who know declared
it to be of the very finest flavor,
speaking in the highest terms of the
vegetable and its merit.?The Augusta
Chronicle.
Just Like That.
Mr. George Robey, the English actor
and raconteur, tells the story of
a gilded youth of effeminate tendencies
who by some fluke of luck
found himself stony broke. Deciding
that his best bet was America, he
tried for a job on one of the boats
crossing the Atlantic. After being
turned down by ship after ship he almost
despaired of ever getting out of
England. Finally 'his luck changed.
He struck a boat on the point of sailing
and found that a stoker had failed
io show up. Juyfully, he signed on,
went aboard, and was directed below
by the captain. Then he disappeared.
Nothing was seen or heard of him for
three days. But on the fourth day the
skipper suddenly came noon a resplendent
figure in full yaching kit,
glasses slung over liis shoulder, promenading.
"What the hell are you doing
here?" he demanded. "I thought
I told you to go below." The regilded
youth gazed at the irate, tapped him
lightly on the shoulder, and pleasantly
inquired, "Oh. haven't you faeard?
I've left."?The Argonaut (San Francisco).
Mascot Mule Dies.
[ Philadelphia. Dec. 24?"Black Diamond."
the mascot mule used by the
West Point cadets in the recent armyNavy
football game at Franklin fiel l
was suffocated today by smoke from
a fire that destroyed a building the
stable in which he was quartered.
Several trained horses and dogs helonging
to a New York show troupe
also were killed.
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rHE kindling's all cut, and the basement
8 wept,
And everything is where it should
be kept.
!n lesson's he's most perfected,
Does other things least expected:
That's my Son,
On the run
For his dad,
'Bout Christmas!
f have never to look for coat or hat,
!Seither to wonder where's this or that;
My ties hang neatly on the rack,
\nd my soiled linen's in the sack.
That's my Girl,
She's a pearl
For her dad,
< 'Bout Christmas!
| My slippers I find beside my chaliv
i | Kind attentions for me theresi
! At tlmeo T "Almost a Kinfif."
So petted o'er, and everything:
That's my Wife,
Bet your life,
"Dear Old Dad!"
'Bout Christmas!
Woodward Pemberton.
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I C iVJ.VtSTIiNNEWAPUUNIOM *
IT any wonder that the
8 I man with the tin whistle
felt a trifle discouraged? Is
WkS& it any wonder when the
pavements were so cold, the
wind so keen and his coat
BP so thin? It seemed, on that
shivery Christmas Eve, as
if everything was trying to
! make life as dreary as possible, inB,j
stead of as merry. It would not even
g , snow, a nne, snarp arizzie swept m
j j under the bridge where the man with
i , the tin whistle stood, and managed to
\ I get inside the tops of his boots and
1 his collar and up his coatsleeves; it
Lj was very disappointing inaeea.
2 Holiday season was usually a jolly
. one for pennies. Either people had a
I great deal more at that time, or they
| - were bent on getting rid of those they
I had. The man with the tin whistle
kept a little cup that possessed a most
remarkable appetite for coppers! It
could hold as many pennfes at one
gulp as a boy eating raisins out of a
,| plum pudding; and that's saying a
| great deal! But today the little cup
was almost empty. Nobody had time
to stop and dig around in pockets for
Joose coins; it was too cold, and their
I Cloves bothered and they wanted to
get home, where their children were
waiting to clap their hands over the
packages from the stores. The man
with the tin whistle wanted to get
home, too. He did not have any chil!
dren waiting for him, and they would
| have had no bundles to squeal over if
; he did, but there was a funny, raggedy
| dog that always expected something,
! and danced around in a dizzy, delighti
ful way thpt wr i very cheerfuL But
how could the man with the tin whis|
tie go home when his tunes brought
him nothing but numb fingers and a
I, feeling in his feet as if they had
| turned to wood?
However, he screwed up his mouth,
took a long breath, pretended that pennies
were making his little cup ring
/1 like sleigh bells and played the gayest
| little tune you ever heard! It laughed
its way up the windy stairs into tne
j [ | station; it chuckled along the cold
[ j stones on the gray wall; it capered
f! j about the pavement like an elf doing
ji1 a polka and was altogether the merri&
I est piece of business in that particular
r spot that had happened for years. The
man with the tin whistle was thinking
about Kavfclings, his dog at home, and
I'm convinced it put something into
his tune that was irresistible. For let
me tell you! In two minutes who
should come running down the steps
in front of him but a young lady with
the pinkest cheeks and the laughingest
eyes he had ever seen. She was
smiling at him as though she had
known him all her life.
"I love that tune!" she said. "It always
make me want to skip my feet.
You can't think how nice it is to hear
it this miserable night Thank you!"
And the little cup had the surprising
thouthful of a quarter.
"Thpre's suDDer for me and Ravel*
ings," thought the man with the tin
whistle, as he tipped his hat.
i And before he could decide whether
I it would be hot dogs or soup, somei
I body else was smiling at him. This
9 ! time it was a quiet man with gray
f j hair.
| J "I always look for you when I come
f I down the stairs," said the man. "and I
I like to hear those rollicking little
tunes you play. It cheers a man up
after a long day's work. Merry
| Christmas!" And, if you'll believe me,
| the quiet man with the gray hair
I tossed in half a dollar! The little tin
I cup rattled importantly and gave every
indication of being ready for anything ,
after this.
On went the frolicking melody. On j
came the pennies. The man with the 1
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tin whistle almost forgot how cold Ms
feet were and that the rain had succeeded
in making his stockings very
wet and wretched. It really must have
been the tune, for everybody had a
coin and a bit of greeting. So he
played and played and played. He
thought his luck would change if he
changed the tune, and he very nearly
blew the breath out of him, keeping
the notes dancing about in that dismal
place. Ravelings and he were going to
have the finest supper in all Christendom,
if whistling could do it.
Some people threw in pennies, and
some threw in dimes, and an occasional
one dropped a quarter; but the best
surprise of all came at the last (which
is the way it should be, especially on
' Christmas Eve). ?
! The man with the tin whistle was
Just about to take it away from his
mouth and start home when a little,
old lady, with white hair, stopped in
front of him. Her eyes twinkled like
frosty stars and there was something
about her that made one think of a
chickadee. Perhaps it was her bright,
quick eyes, or maybe the way she put
her head on one side and looked so ex- f
ceedingly wise and happy. The man
with the tin whistle thought she was
the nicest old lady he had ever seen.
And this was before she had said a
word.
"Somebody," chirped the old lady
j (her voice was like a chickadee's, too,
| only It did not say what a chickadee
j does), "Somebody who went through
, here last year about this time has sent
you a present. That somebody was
very discouraged over a lot of things.
And the day was discouraging, too, Just
like this. But you were playing away
(here for all you were worth, Just as If
the sun were shining and your feet
;were warm as toast. The tune was the
same one you are tootling now. And
that somebody decided that If you
could stand and whistle a Jolly air In
all the cold and wet and drizzle, that
It was time to make himself brace up
and do something. And he did." The
old lady twinkled harder than ever.
The man with the tin whistle wondered
what in the world she was going to
say next. But she did not say anything
for a minute. She whipped out
a pocketbook, snapped open the top,
took out a small, folded piece of paper
and handed it to the man with the
tin whistle. Then she snapped her
pocketbook together, put it in her bag,
! perked her head on one side and
chirped, "Merry Christmas I The man
was my son." And she was gone before
you could say Jack Robinson!
Ravelings and his master had a sup
par worth talking about that night, I
can tell you! For what do you suppose
that folded bit of paper was? A
new, rattling ten-dollar bill I Yes, sir!
And Ravelings will remember that particular
Christmas Eve as long as he
can wag his tail or gnaw a bone. And
the man with the tin whistle declared
he would never get discouraged again,
no matter how dreadful the weather
was. Ravelings approved of this determination
and ate another chop at
once.
And the man with the tin whistle
still plays tunes all the way from a
penny up to ten dollars!
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Hermit Cookiea,
One and one-half cupfuls sugar, 8
;eggs, 1 cupful of butter or shortening, x
3 cupfuls flour, 1 teaspoonful. baking
powder, 1 teaspoonful salt, 1 tea spoonful
cinnamon, 1 teaspoonful allspice,
1 teaspoonful cloves, 1 teaspoonful
nutmeg, % teaspoonful soda, 1& cup
fuls raisins.
Add sugar and eggs to melted butter.
Beat well. Sift flour, baking
powder, salt, spices and soda together.
Add to butter mixture and mix well.
Add plumped raisins. Drop by teaspoon
on greased pan and bake in
j moderate oven until brown, about 20
to 25 minutes. This makes about 36
cookies.
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