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f u4 -i ^exUDfll OIWOWICH, CAMOtll, tOUTH CAHOLMIA. FWIOAV, FIBHUAHV liT 1f44 4^aittlipn 1109 North Broad Street Camden, S. C. PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY DaCOSTA BROWN Publisher SUBSCRIPTION TERMS: All Subscriptions Payable In Advance One Year - ^...|2.00 Six Months 1.00. Entered as Second Class Matter at the Post Office at Camden, S. C^ All articles submitted for publication must be -signed by the author. Friday, February 18, 1944 AN AMERICAN GIFT By Ruth Taylor To OuLCustomers And The Public: For The First Time iince Pearl Harbor was attacked, it Ka» become neceMary to turn down laundry business on our Routes , and in our Gall "Office-^Words anr in adequate to express our. regrets. A natural increase in business on account of weather and season, running at full capacity, together with a shortage of manpower, have made it nec^sary for us to discbiitinue Curb Service, effective Monday, Feb. 2 , (Dry Cleaning not affected as yet) Our business through the years has been built upon a dependable pick-up and delivery serv ice, hsmdled by thoroughly capable and loyal employees. For the duration, gasoline consump tion has been greatly reduced, tires almost im possible to purchase, hence in co-operation with our Government, through the Office of Defense Transportation, it hsis been necessary to main tain strict pick-up and delivery schedules and to guard against a bresdcdown of these sched ules caused by heavy Monday and Tuesday pick-ups. % Our plant is large but production is not up to normal. We hope that any customer, whose work has been turned down will not censure us too severely. We are doing what we feel is best, under war time conditions, for our cus tomers smd the general public whom we serve. We are endeavoring with all our energy to -get onr sdiedules straightened out byFebruary" 21. In the meanwhile we beg of you a sympa thetic understanding. ihflation Squeeze There was a story 4n the paper the other morning which couldn’t have happened any place but in America and which to my mind expresses beautifully the spirit that is America. An original parchment manuscript of the Bill of Rights, embodying the early amendments to the Constitution of the United States, affirming freedom of 8];)eech, religion, press and assembly, was presented to the Library of Congress—^not by a descendent of'one of the signers, not by a man whose forefathers fought in the War of the Revolution—but by a second generation American, the son of immigrant parents. This gift was made in the spirit of gratitude for the freedom which its donee’sparents found here, that freedom which he himself so enjoyed and cherished. What could be more expressive of America than that the son of immigrants could have progressed to such a point of financial indepen dence in this country as to be able to purchase such a rare item? And what could be more fitting than that he, an American by birth, commemorated the memory of his par ents, Americans by choice, by giving to the American people this great manuscript? In accepting the parchment, the Librarian of Congress wrote: "The manuscript of the Bill of Rights is the only one of the basic American documents needed to complete our holdings. I can think of no act of generosity to the people of the U^ted States which would have more meaning at this time or to be more widely appreciated than the gift of that partkmlar document." It is a particularly significant thing that the manu- script of the Bill of Rights should haWbeen given back to the American people, by one to whom the Bill of Rights has meant so much. But, after all, that is America: A nation founded not on a code of laws, of regulations and restrictions, but upon a Bill of Rights for all^eople. A land that (has given refuge to the downtrodden and depressed peoples from all nations, afford ing those who had intelligence and energy the opportunity of bwdmlngus^uL citizens'of a brave new world: A country where the least may become the greatest, where each has the power to make a contribution to the common melting pot. We Americans have cause for gratitude not only for th^ if/e, Spired the gift. In'accepting it, let us in our own hearts pledge oursdvea to the continuation and implementa tion of that self-same Bill of Rights so that it may serve as a pillar of cloud by day and a pillar of fire by night to count less generations yet to follow. Mtg MmttniHo tor Phoonu fUombtte LOOK HERE, MR. STRIKER! WHAT ARE YOU SACRMONG? Sailor Aboard A Warsbip In Tbe South Pacific Tells* * Of Seme Scenes Which He Has Seen. K«nn«th Walsh, a Muniea, Ind.. boy who Is a tailor aboard a warship somowhara in tha Pacific, is tha author of tha following articlsi, iurtiich racantly appaarad in Tha Muniea Prats, his home town papar, and was graatad with such a graft public rasponsa that It la baing distrlbutad nationally by tha Nawspapar Entarprisa Aa- soclation. Tha vataran aditor of Tha Munlaa Praaa said, aftar publication of tha article: **Tele. phone balls In my offica. In .the Press* newsroom and at my hMna rang almost constantly on tha Gening tha story was publishad. and calls kept coming In tha naxt day. To gat a little raat. the boy’s parents^Jtert_hid_ to-iliaeon— WeTr own phone. Our of fice has been besieged by parsons wanting extra copies of the story. It has been the talk of our town.** ^ Here Is what Sailor Walsh wrote: » CITY LAUNDRY & DRY CLEANERY, Inc. By Kenneth W'slsh I want to show you a bit of hallow, ed ftround—it Is the Arlington Ceme tery of the South Pacific: it is tha Valhalla of American senrice men. I'm going to show you this bit of ground, but U will be done the bard way. Come with me up Sealark Channel at dawn of a day In August. Yes, Mr. Striker, I want you to stand at the rail with these men. nerres drawn as taut as a riolln string—mouths dry,' eyes strained to the breaking point, breath coming in shoft gasps of fear—that awful feeling of nothingness in the pits of thclT stomachs. The objective comes Into view, the time has come for these men to step out on the stage, end they know full veil that death plays the leading role In this theater. Death Is Their Destiny There they go over tho'jslde'of !he hig transport—Tom Jones. Dick Browor Harry Bmith. • Hand-orer- hand they crawl down tbe cargo nets Into their small craft that is to taka them to a rendeivous with that death. You know, 1C» d-'afh—tf Is In the destiny of these men. The first objective is reached—the focoanut grove at the water’s edge. Men a're down never to_rlse again, rtthtr men m'bve up rp'IfifCThe "pTaceT of the fallen. The main objective Is CoPM With XM to tba hridfd^over th* Jaasl* rtvar. I waat yoa fo aomeoM who' wovld make yon mahaaed of that extra Sd cents an hour you geit to your pay envelope. He’s last a 17-ycar-oM kid that the braaa' Bata put on dvty at this ili- freqn^nt bridge for the simple reason that he isn't sure of himself anymore. DM I hear you ask whst’s wrong with him? He was on a destroy'er that took three ~fl8h** amidsbip and blew np. Mr. Twenty-Dollar-a-Day- Man... His brother was on Ihst ship, too. There were hut's few aurvivors from a crew of 3®0, and his brother was not among them. He’s plainly Bbell.ahocked. Talk to him a while. I watch hito; hell break your heart, 'man. if you, have one. Did yon ask I me how much money be makes? It’s 1150 a month. Mr. IVelder—^|50 a ’month, room and board. And here’s a guy I want you to mcet^—a left-handed Marine. What’s so remarkable about that? I should make myself clear. He^ learning to be a left-handed Marine. A Jap slash ed off his right band at 4be wrist as he was climbing out of a foxhole on Guadalcanal. He Is making |60 a month, room and board. Ask him how near-sighted the Jap is reputed to be. Hell tell yon that in s morning checknp no less than 25 of his buddies were found dead at their posts, shot through the bead, Mr. Slacker. Pound 7,000 miles from home to a Ood-for- saken hole on a God-forsaken bit of ‘land. Not very nice to hear about. Is it? But it’s the brutal truth. Think alMut It the next time yon sit over a hig steak dinner to your comfortable home. See that boy sitting over there on that hatch cover, Mr. A. F. of L.7 He’s only 22—Just a boy. maybe tbe one that lived down tbe street from yod. He looks down in the mouth, doesn’t he? Why shouldn’t he? Some time this I week bis wife ia going to hare a baby, 'but he’s not going to be there when ' it happens. He has to stay out hers tbe Land of the Free. ’There'a a SUr for the duration . . . “Wonder If It'a of David .beaMe a pair of roaary beada a boy or a girl; hope it’a a boy. I owned by asme Iriahman. A captain wonder if my wife is well. Please, of Marines and a colored boy from (jod. she doesn’t die—she can’t die— Georgia sleep side by side—a lieuten- i>e got to get home." Fifty dollars snt from Indiana, a sailor from North * month. Mr. Steel Worker, |50 a DakoU, an aviator from Ohio, from month, room and hoard, here, from there, from every star to a ship today la bringing to a cargo the flag, a cross In the groond. Tom of hnman suffering. Come down to Jones. Dick Brown, Harry Smith. It’a quay with me sad witness the their home now. tome 7,000 miles from transition of yonng Amwica. home. These men were making *60 Welcome To Wounded a month. Mr. Striker, $50 a month,' 71,^ men on the wharf become room and board. ^ 1 tense, the mosic has a sound to It No Strikers There I that is of the infinity as all aves are 7 Prisoners of War' Aid Labor %orta CsMOc SynOtcttS* Ehnplojrment of priapnera-of.w the production of aaw-iogs and her baa been approved by fhe department to a new mltog Jnst Mshed. Heretofore, use of prls, in tbe forest indnstriea hat been fined to^.pulpWood JiHCgtog. Thi nouncement la declarad by M Compton, aecretary-manager 01 National Lumber Mannfactnrers elation, to be an important* ate; ward breaking the manpower'h neck which for nearly two yean hampered production of urg needed forest products. The United States Employ Service is handling preliminary rangements with companies se to employ prisoner crews. V there is no prison camp to the ticnlar locality, ft'will be nece for employers to provide snl camp facilities. It is only req that the employer furnish the ] cal facilities, as guards are pro by the Army. Such camps 1ri approved only for groups of not than 206 men. A company employing prisonen pay the War department for services on the basis of a wage approved by the U. 8. Employ Service, which rate ia fixed at th< rent rate paid other men doing si work. Insofar as possible, the pensation will be set on a piece- basis. The prisoners, to turn, paid by the Army. The U. S. F Service will cooperate with the to training prisemera and will all aist todiridoal private operators When yon were a kM, Mr.^trttirTiitraintdtoward the slowly deacend- yon studied about the American her- iqi, gangway. The first man of these itage of ’’life, liberty and the pursutU thousands of battered troops tortn- of happiness." Well, read it again ously feels his way to the ground, and then again; study it; delve back the band strikes up the “Star-Spangl- Into the pages of American history Banner’’ as soldier after soldier and show me anything in the Anaeri. follows in his wake can creed of living that will Justify | But what la this*? What is yrrong? your wartime strikes. Come out here These men have to be led! They with us Jn_the«e South Pacific waters arena_aure of themselves aa they and stay a while. Eat our chow, sleep .tumble and fumtpe their way to « Mr. John L. Lewis, look fight these Jnngle flies, help ua klH into eyes that are open, bgt xee nnt ^larla-beai^ m^qultfl^ . W^-toor At' the—atumpTdangling fr^ vmh na Inroagh the mud and the thtlr bodies that once were arms and si me of the swamps of these Jungle leg.. Look into the souls of these stands; walk with us In the swelter- .hell-shocked, , fear-rWden. malar ia- 1^. Beat of the noonday sun. that are not men but sacks There isnt, any air-conditioning out of skin and bones. Nerves gone, here. Mr. C. I. O.. and there isn t any minds temporarily deranged, bodies way you can for it. cither. Qumb from being stretched on the You haven t even the time to think .eariiig rack of war. about it. But sUy a while, Mr. Striker, leave me now! Do you hear the to the far distance blowing taps baa an unearthly sound and It i the unearthly that It ia being pi The big boom on the.hospital swings downward and picka nj last of her cargo—the wicker ba of the dead. Look aronnd you. man. ’Thow tears you see in the eyes of hard-bitten veterans as they watc baskets being lowered to the docl draped with the flac for whlcl dead have given their Uvea. Yes. Mr. War_Plant Striker, men. are getting $50 a month—| month, room and board. -Box War -Boodg-and-Stefl Can VitaiiiiRs Reston Color to GRAY Mn Is witkAwy hsksd psaols, a phig flis iMk TitasSn." found aOaoTttoM M tosM MOM GRAYVII^ oesaMa dkt saKxim of this icnHffcsbfo vkaaia PU lBt.aiato«f%.Gst GRATmAM^ tisstmcat ILSX100 *19^ r " DeKALB PHARMACY ee-alrfiedd beyond fhat -fringe -ef .cocea- nut tree«. and as though. God Himself has pulifd the curtain on this brutal stage, their movements become vague and finally obilte/ated and these movements become lost to you. a The uncertainty, the utter feeling 'of help lessness. leaves the element of time suspfnded in the hellish hot sun of the tropics. Close your eyes, Mr. Railroad Worker, close them tight; it is an other day, in another month; your Jtands are, gripping another rail, the inevitable cocoanut tree ’rail that separates the living from the df«d in these areas of war. You can open your eyes now. Mr. Coal Miner, open them wide. 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