The Clinton chronicle. (Clinton, S.C.) 1901-current, August 27, 1936, Image 7
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THURSDAY, AUGUST 19^6
THB CUNTOW CHROMCLE, CUWTON, i C.
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FIRST INSTALLMENT I inf—# fadfet which he was sure
“Guess Dulcie’s fot another of herl brinf him independence. ^.
spells!” exclaimed Rod O’Rourke,! There was a hint of reproach in
tuminf _wtk smilinf eye's to the firllhis voice, when he finally spoke. “I
at his side as the car came to a sud
den stop. “Well, I’ll soon fix her,”
he added. Then he pulled hi^ long
legs from beneath the wheel and
awunf himself over the battered door.
‘^It’s a wonder you wouldn’t get a
new car,” Maris Trevor replied, an
unexpected edge in<^her tones. “This
old thing’s always falling to pieces.”
That red-haired giant. Rod, open
ed the hood of the car, and then let
it fall as he took a step toward the
jfirl. “You know why I’m not buy
ing any new oars, Maris.” There was
A hurt look in his seaJblue eyes.
“You used to like to help me fix Dul-
cie.
“jOh,. well, ..a girl, get?, tired, doing
that all the time,” Maris replied.
thought you Understood, Maris. Just
as- soon as I manage to get the gad-;
get finished—”
“You’ve been saying that for so
long. Rod ” she interrupted petu
lantly.
How long did he expect her to
^ait? Would he never realise that
a new car now was worth more to
her than the possibility of financial
independence in the future?
R^ looked at her. Then as they
neared Van Cortlandt Park and
turned down the street to the apart
ment where Maris lived with her
friend, Patsy Desmond, he mum
bled i thickly, “There’s someone
else?”,,,, ;
For a moment Maris was silent
body else. Why don’t you ever, think
of yoursel:^ Pat-” asked Maris as
she got the butter and water from
the ice, box.
Pat smiled.. “Well, isn’t that what
BRIDIE BARTON
sy^YS,;.
we’re here for?” she answered gaily,
Ordinary Folks Important
EvCay year a certain executive de
livers a speech to the members of his
organization, which ' contains this
standard paragraph: “The most im
portant peoftle in this office are not
my partners or niyself;_they are the
young people who sit in the reception
halls. My partners and I see only a
few people; they see everybody. They
create the impression- about our of
fice that is carried by thousands
of visitors into all sorts of places.
Power Projects
^wait Ruling
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Ignoring the pleading look in his Maybe it was- just as w’ell to let Rod- ^ really gbt the duck be
Maybe if he thought
eyes, she took out her < compact.
Calmly, she powdered 'Iseis- small.
straight nose, and, with her lipstick.
think that,
there was someone else he would
get a new car.* But before she could
accentuated the lovely oiitlinX-of ^her
soft lips.
“What’s come over you, s^ireet
heart?” asked Rod. “Don’t you love
me any more?” And he imprisoned
her soft hands in his. ,
“Oh, don’t. Rod, your hands are
dirty!” She quickly pulled hers
nway.
Rod laughed; “There’s only a
little grease on them. You didn't
used to mind a thing like that,' nor
if you got j^our own hands black.
I can’tf understailfd you, Maris dar
ling.” _ .
The girl laughed. , “You should,”
aha anawered, and,' as her glance
met his, the tenseness in his face
relaxed. But when she added;
V'Hurry up and fix the old bus,” a
^oubled look came into Rod’s (Syes
o^ more.
He bent over the engine and tink
ered with spark plugs and feed line-
At th^ point a look of annoyance
deny it, he said, “All right. Now^
I understand,” and without anther
w'ord, hurried to the curb. /
“Aren’t ‘ you coming in?” asked
Maris.
Rod laughed. “Not where Tm not
wanted,” he said, his blue eyes flash-
ing. ' i- ■
“Oh, well, if that’s how you feel,”
answered Maris, suddenly angry.
She enter^ the house then and
stepped into \ the elevator. Her
cheeks were flatning. Evidently Rod
didn’t love her very much if he could
let her go like that. Well, she would
sho^f him. She had her pride. May-/
be it was a good thing after all. He’d
beea-so.sure of her.
Swiftly in her 'mind rose the pic
ture of another man—dark-eyed/ de-
bonnair with swell clothes # ^rce-
Arrow’ roadster, oodles of mbney, ev
erything a girl would like. His repu
tation—well, it'wasn’t just like Rod’s
But then, this man moved in a^ dif-
and looking at her, Maris realized
why she had made—euch a success
of her job of telephone operator at
the Vanguard Hotel. The manage-
nfbnt was crazy about her, and she
could have had it lots, easier, but
she was a beaver for work.
Pat was a slight girl, with laugh
ing hazel eyes and masses of blue-
black hair that curled naturally
about her shell-like ears and smooth
forehead. She was engaged to Jim
my Doyle, and Maris had a sneaking
idea they were waiting to be mar
ried after they knew what she, Maris,
was going to do.
• "dt*s too^' bad -^Rod missed this,”
cause he said he was hungry for one.”
“ph; he’ll get over that, and lots
of other things!” Maris spoke light
ly. • / ‘ .
But she could not deceive Patsy,
who exclaimed, “Look here, Maris,
and may bob up at the most unex
pected times to do us good or harm
“If these young people are going
to insult anybody. I hope it will not
be the young, messenger boys who
deliver telegrams and packages. Qe
careful never to insult them. You
never can tell how soon they will
grow up to be executives in positions
Byrnes Tells Voters Hfe Has As^
suranee of RooseveU
^Sant^-Cooper and BuzSards
Roose Only Need Approval.
Greenwood, Aug. 15.—Senator J. F.
Byrnes in a campaign speech here to
day said the |d7,600,000 Santee-
Cooper and the $3,000,000 Buzzards
RoOst poiver projects were assured if
the courts approve them.
The senator told his audience that
President Roosevelt had advised him
of jhis willingness to proceed with the
Santee-Codper project just before
leaving Washington.
“The president allotted $11,000,000
to start the work,” he said, “when the
power companies brought sipt /alleg
ing the law was unconstitutional and
pending the decision of the case had
the courts stop all work upon the
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where they may have a big influence; propect.”
on our affairs.” j He said the Buzzard Roost case is
An ai^tomobile dealer mistreated a'expected to be argued in October and
certain difficult customer, who forth- ^ that the decision in this case will con-
with acquired a permanent grouch Urol the Santee-Cooper case,
and devoted much of his spare time to , Thomas Stoney of Charleston,
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airing his grievance. Nobody know-s
how many sales he killed in the
course - of the' -year, probabljr h«n«
dreds._ A meter-reader for a public
utility company was rude to a house
wife. Her husband was subsequent
ly elected to the state legislature and
became a thorn in the company’s side.
Every business, big or little, is de
pendent for its good will on the hum-
FOR RENT—Twq connecting roonu^
^ I fumished or unfurnished. Close in.
opiiosing Bjn-nes renomination.'^chal- Mrs. W. M. Chaney, at Ellison’n
lenged him in a recent speech to say Ite
I know it’s imne of my business, but drum activitieis of very ordinary men
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wtiTthdr*' the’ SkhttSe-Cdolie’r' ^rdjedt
was ever going thi^bugh or whether it
was merely a political expedient.
The senator made his reference to
the Santee-Cooi>er project as he and
Stoney and Col. William C. Harllee,
the other candidate, spoke here on
their county-to-county speaking tour.
since you’\y been W’orking at Fay-
son’s you’ve been different. Come
on, spill the beans.”
“There aren’t an^ to be spilled.”
“Sure you’re not interested in some
of th«/r smart salesmen?”
Maris smiled a Mona Lisa smile,
and she crumbled a; Iroll without
answering. Then she glanced up
brightly. “Oh, no!” was all she re
marked.
“Seems to me you’ve been all ex
cited since you told me young Fay-
son had started to work for his dad
and was going to revolutionize the
piece goods department.”
“Well, Stanley Fayson’s certainly
some bright boy,” conceded Maris.
“That’s all right, but take it from
me, a fellow like that isn't going to
waste his time on a stenographer—
not that I’m looking down on your
CARD OF THANKS
and women. These ,,people are unim
portant on the pay-roll, but they may ^
be mightily important in the balance Jo Ihe Voters of Laurens County:
iheet.
Then They Got Married
The campus of a certain university
was picketed by fiery-eyed young
sters carrying banners of violent pro
test. Just what the object of their
indignation may have been, I can’t
for the moment remember. It was a
lively spectacle; a couple of /windows
were broken in a recitation hall, and
the president’s study was assailed
with high-piched demands that he
come forth and declare himself.
I wish to thank each one of my
friends for the vote given me in
Tuesday’s primary. I am deeply
grateful for this evidence of your
confidence and will always be indebt
ed to you for this support.
.F."hicks OWINGS.
F'OR SALE—Old-time mahogany roM
carved sofa and chairs. Mrs. E. P.
Henderson, 901 Edgefield Avenue^
Greenwood, S. C. i 9-3-2p
' CARD OF THANKS
To the Voters of Laurens County:
I wish to thank the voters of Lau
rens county for the handsome vote I
received Tuesday in jjjy. race for
she took a
tiny eyebrow pencil and
touched uh her strai|;ht brows so
that their darkness accentuated the
" golden sheenNof her wavy hair. Then,
with moistened/ finger tips, she curl
•ed the long, dah
her big, browTr#^8.
> Adjusting the tie of her smart
print suil^ she. slip/ped her compact
into her handbag kii4 closed it with
a sharp snap.* Then her eyes rested
on Rod. Beads of perZpiration dot
ted his cheeks, while a black streak
furrowed his forehead, where his
greasy fingers had pushed back the
lock of curly red hair that persisted
Continued Next Week
spread over Maris’ fair face while ferent strata of society. _ Ijob-but, Maris, why do you waste
Her thoughts were swiftly ended.,^ time thinking about him?” she
The door of their apartment had s
opened and Patsy stood there'. ®
“Isn’t Rod coming up? I've made
the loveliest dinner for him,” Patsy
lashes that ringed [announced.A spot of / chocolate
icing ornamented hCr flushed cheeks
while the heat from the kitchen had
twisted her blue black hair into shiny
cork-screw curia about her heart-
shaped face.
“No,” answered Maris .shortly,
brushing past her.
“You’ve had a scrap?” she asked
County Commissioner. The results of
I met him on a golf course a w-epk I the first primary put me in the sec-
later and referred to the rumpus. |ond race and I shall deeply appreci-
“You look pretty serene for a mandate yoiir.support and influence, prom^
who has lived through so many|i.sing if elected, to give my best ef-
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uprisings,” I remarked. He laughed.
They are a regtfTiT~p^rt of the job,
he said, “Every once in a while the
young man’s thoughts turn to parade
and denunciations. I have watched
forts to the interests of the county.
E. FRANK ANDERSON.
JAP^I^OO.
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FINAL SETTLEMENT |
Take notice that on the 28th day of(
All College Coaches
Study This Sununer
the phenomenon for twenty-five . September, 1936, I will render a final
years. Also, I have kept a list of the] account of my acts and doings as Ex-
I know whatlecutrix of the estate of Dr. E. Mood
principal riot leader.3.
hapjiens, to them.” — j Smith, deceased, in the office of the
“That’s intere.stin£” I said. “What Judge o^ Probate of Laurens county,
tloes happen to them?”
Septeihber 1 will find Presbyterian! “They get jobs, and then they get
at 11 o’clock a. m., and on the same
(lay wHl apply for a final discharge
in falling across it. .
A frown of annoyance dat-.kened | gloves. , I’m going ddwm to get him,
the girl’s face. Why did Rod in- and, suiting her action to her words,
sist on hanging onto the old c^r?
Blue Hose coaches have attendlkl' .\nd Tjy that time they are no longer: is notified and required to make pay-
“Oh honey didn’t I warn you not!coaching schools. [interested in over-turning things./ment on or before that date; and all
to rouse his Irish? He’s one of us' Frank Waldrep, w-ho will have They are too bu.sy playing the game.”j persons having claims against saU
and you must handle him with kid charge of freshman football an^ It will be a sad day for the world [estate will jiresent them on or before
college with* a well-prepared coaching married, and then they have young-'from my trust as Executrix,
staff. During the past two month.S|8ters, a#d then they get better jobs.] Any person indebted to said estate i
He could afford a new \ one if oidy
he weren’t so crazy abou^ his radiq
invention, which cost himx'sO much.\
At first it had been fun going out
with him and fixing ‘Dulcie when
she became balky. It gave ^em a
chance to stop, and then Rod would
take Maris in hiz arms, kiss her
tenderly, and tell her of his love.
^ The girl’s . eyes softened as she
watched RocL She loved him. She’d
loved him from the very fist dajr she
had met him. In spite of his red hair
she darted down the hill.
“He’li^'be gone by now.”
“Not if Dulcie’s cutting up
usual capers.” •
u “She’s lieen cutting up all right,”
her
freshman basketball, spent a we^k : if youth ever ceases to have its period i said dale, duly proven, or be forever
’allace Wade at of protest. A’outh ought to be dis-j barred. , ‘
answered Maris, “but she’s going
like the Royal Scot now, I guess.
Never mind Rod.” The girl pulled
off her ^oft hat and crossed the
threshold..
“Be can’t be far away. I’ll* bring
him bahk with me,” called Patsy as
she hastily pressed the elevator ^1
again. x ^
Five minutes later she rertotered
or perhaps because of it, he was a .
handsome young man. He was tall the apartment. “Well I guess Rims
and lean, with flashing sea-blue eyes, j Irish is up all right.^, N()t a sign
and tanned cheeks. He held" himself | of him anywhere. What did <^0
like a Viking of old, she thought. [to him?” she asked her friehd as she
In the rapturous days that fol-istood for a moment in the doorway,
lowed their first meeting, Maris toldj. “Didn’t do a thing to him. But
him a thousand times she didn’t care what’s the use qf talking?” Maris
studying under Wallace
Puke in July. j.«(atisfie(l and in-patient;* it ought to
Lonnfe McMillitn, whp will_con-! look critically at the messy fashion
tinue his basketball aqi track work t in which its elders have run the
this year, but who ha^ been moved to/world. The .sharp point of its pro
assistant varsity cokch in football, re- j test pricks old age and causes some
cently spent ^ week at ^he Butler
coaching schjobl in Indianapolis, Ind.
Coach Jphnson early in/the surnrher
attended coaching school in /Boston,
and Forehand will attend the^ Un|ver-
grudging foiward movement.
But-nature .seldom allows the move-
sity of North Carolina school late
this month.
MINNIE F. SMITH,
Executrix.
Aug. 25, 1936.—9-17-4CS.
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Almost before Youth is- aware of
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if he hadn’t much money. He had
ideas, and as a radio engineer he
would surely cash in on them pres
ently. -.Bw^Jately that wonderful
p-.i.alk.A
4uUiro->bad-eeenMd SO far away, an4^qrehead. • Smoo^mg it away,. she
now as her eyes rested orT Rod she-
saw him no longer with the adora
tion she had lavished on him at
firsts but rather with a critical eye;
“There,” Rod exclaimed, wiping
his hands On a bit of waste, “guess
walked toward her dressing table
while patsy returned to the kitchen.
As she stood for a moment before
the mirror, a tiny frOw-n creased her
smiled at her reTlectibh Th tlw mir^'
ror, then steeled her . heart against
thoughts of Rod. Picking up her
comb, she quickly pulled it through
her fair wavy hair ajid set the soft
curls with expert fingers.
Dhlcie will make it all right.” Slid-1 Pat would be likely to lecture her,
ing his long l^s over the side of but she'’d stick to her point. Rod
\the car he, .seated himself once more had no right to expect a pretty girl
beside Maris. like her to he satisfied with an old
“I hope so,” she remarked un- car like his. There were lots of
graciously. [other young men who'd be'only too
“Of course she will,” insisted Rod,' glad to have the •chance to date her.
with a forced note of, gaiety in his Entering the tifiy living room, she
voice. Just t&n, a|ter|a few cough-, passed through the dining room,
ings and sput^ngz, the little car Then, opening the swinging door
started to speed alqflg the road as
Tntb ‘the kitchen she asked, “AflY-
though she were setting out to win thing I can do to help you?” ' >
the Derby. / “Put the water in the glasses and
But to ail Rod’s efforts to get get the butter; then we’re all set.”'
Maris to talk, the girl was strangely! “Smells awfully good!” Maris ex-
silent, or gave him quite curt an- (claimed. “What are we hav'ing ?
ywers. This was so unlike her usual! “Roast duck and all the fixings,
gay banter, that at last he slowed jit’s a shame there’s only the two
up^ ’ of us after all my Work.”
“Don’t you feel good, honey?” he “Well, what about the boy friend?
Asked, slitting his arm About her.[Why isn’t Jimmy here?”
But Maris shook herself free. |' “Oh, some trouble in the Bronx
“You'll crush my drees. Rod. Of
course I'm all right, but 1 wish to
and of course he was roped into it.
That’s the worst of being connected
goodness you’d buy a different car.” with a telephone company’s trouble
She tried to laugh lightly, az she finr department.”
ished, but there was a notr of Annoy
ance in her voice.
“Is that what’s bothering you?”
“Well, isn^t that plenty? Cars are
surely ehea^/ enotiEb,’’ _8he declared,
though deep in hqr heart she kn^
she wasn’t being fidr.' -'^Rod was sav
ing every penny so he coaid perfect
ghe device on which he was work-
“But surely he won’t he there all
night. Lefs wait for him.”
“No use dojng that. He won’t be'
through for hours. Besides) I want
to get back to the hotel early be
cause i3Iaine ' wants to go to a‘ dance
tonight.” -
“Seems to me you and Jimmy are
always doing something for some-
. AIRPLANE VIEW) CAMPUS STATE TRAININQ SCHOOL, CLINTON
"In tts annual report at the closs’of the fiscal year, June, 1935, the State Training school, at Clinton, claimed an unbroken record of new
closing the-year with a CeActt. At that time there were_528 enrolled, aJmost equally divided Into male and female, who were, receiving training
At this institution. . ......
Besides the elementary subjects, dome:.t:c sclcace, A^ and crafts, s bop work and nuMic are taught. Ample time is ai.owed lOr recivav*on
u of tbe schooLi " \ Pl'o^o Courtesy Charleston News and Couriwr.
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