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Thursday, June 23, 1932 Oh - - K VI hSSENGER, McCORMICK, SOUTH CAROLINA PAGE NUMBER SEVEH CLEMSON COLLEGE The A. & M. College of S. C. SCHOLARSHIP EXAMINATIONS All Counties July 8, 1932 Vacancies to be filled by compet itive examinations held by County Superintendents of Education be ginning at 9 a, m., July 8, 1932. Scholarships are availbale to legal residents of South Carolina only and are awarded by the State Board of Education on recommend ation of Clemson College based on examination and parent’s or guard ian’s Inability to pay as reported by the South Carolina Tax Commis sion. Scholarship students may take any one of the 9 courses in Agriculture. One Textile Scholar ship may be allotted to each coun ty. Holder may take any one of the 5 textile courses. Scholarships are worth $100 per year and free tui tion. Vacancies not filled by Counties may be state-at-large appoint ments for one year from other counties. Probable number of vacancies 1932-33 by counties is as follows: Abbeville 0, Aiken 1, Allendale 1, Anderson 1, Bamberg 1, Barnwell 2, Beaufort 1, Berkeley 2*, Calhoun 1*, Charleston 2, Cherokee 2*, Ches ter 1*, Chesterfield 3*, Clarendon 3*, Colleton 3*, Darlington 1*, Dil lon 3*, Dorchester 2*, Edgefield 1, Fairfield 2*, Florence 3*, George town 3*, Greenville 2, Greenwood 3, Hampton 0, Horry 1*, Jdsper 1*, Kershaw 1, Lancaster 3, Laurens 1, Lee 1*. Lexington 3*, McCormick 0, Marion 0, Marlboro 1, Newberry 4 Oconee 1, Orangeburg 0, Pickens 1*, Richland 6*, Saluda 2*, Spartan burg 5, Sumter 1, Union 1*, Will iamsburg 3*, York 1. '(’’'Indicates one Textile vacancy in this County.) Those desiring scholarship appli cation blanks or other information ' should write THE REGISTRAR, Clemson College, S. C. f NOSEY NORA MASTER’S SALE STATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA, County of McCormick, Court of Common Pleas. THE FIRST CAROLINA JOINT STOCK LAND BANK OF CO LUMBIA, A CORPORATION, against MARTHA THOMAS, ET AL. Pursuant to judgment of the Court and a decree of sale in the above entitled cause, I will sell at public auction on Salesday in July, 1932 (the same being the 4th day of July, 1932), in front of the Court House Door, in the City of McCor mick, County and State aforesaid, during the legal hours of sale, on terms specified below, the follow ing described real estate, to wit: All that tract or plantation of land situate, lying and being in the County of McCormick, State of South Carolina, containing Ninety- Eight and . Seventy-Four One Hundredths (98.74) Acres, more or less, situate, lying and being on the Public Road known as the “Post Road” about one mile Northwest from the Town of McCormick, in Bordeaux Township, County of Mc Cormick, State of South Carolina, and being bounded on the North by lands of Mrs. J. M. Belcher, on the East by lands of G. H. McCain, lands of McCormick Land and Lumber Company; on the South by Reeky Creek, and on the West by lands of R. L. Smith. This being the same land as was acquired by the said Henry Thomas by the fol lowing deeds: Deed of J. B. Dawson dated Jan uary 2, 1917, and recorded in Deed Book 2, page 89, in the Clerk’s Of fice, McCormick, South Carolina; Deed of Marion Dom dated Jan uary 9, 1917, and recorded in Deed Book 2, at page 25, recorded in the Clerk’s Office McCormick County. South Carolina, Deed of McCormick T.»nri and Lumber Company dated November 18, 1919, and recorded in Deed Book 1, page 463, Clerk’s Of fice, McCormick, South Carolina. Terms of Sale: Cash. Purchaser to pay for papers and stamps. L. G. BELL, Master. Eyes exauni ed. Spectacles Eye Glasses, Artificial Eyes fitted without Drugs, Drops or Danger. DR. HENRY J. GODIN Optometristi g5b Broad Street A utrust*. <•» FOR SALE—Sweet Potato, Tomato, Cabbage and Onion Plants, 75c per 1000. 5000 lots, 60c per 1000. All leading varieties. Prompt ; shipment. Dorris Plant Co., Valdosta, Ga. ;; By DOROTHY DOUGLAS <© by McClure Newspaper Syndicate. > (WNU Service) N ORA had always been what the family vulgarly called •‘nosey.” She always \^jndered what the people at tables round about her were eating and what shoppers had in their numerous bundles. She even surmised at sight of trunks and suitcases just what their contents might, he. Nora didn’t mind being kidded about )K?r curiosity. "It's a perfectly harmless amuse ment,” she always said. "And I get heaps of fun out of it.” “You should he a detective instead of an editor,” some of her friends told her. So In order to be nearer her editorial chair Nora took a small apartment in an old house down town. There were two rooms on the sec ond floor with a large dressing room connecting them and Nora had scarce ly decided on them when she fell to wondering if there was anything in the cupboards that lined the wall above tbc ample wardrobes. They were so high that she figured she would have to climb on a table top if she were to . make use of them. Soon after she had settled in her new quarters she climhed up on her small kitchen table to pull open the old mahogany door. “Humph!” she commented, "there’s not much here. The former tenant took everything along—fine place’ to put away winter curtains and coats and hats. What ho! I believe I’ve discovered somethir She strfiined on tiptoe and dislodged a panel of wood that had made the cupboard a few inches more shallow than its mates. Nora was getting excited. She dislodged the panel and exclaimed with surprise. The little compartment so carefully concealed was tilled with papers and a diary. Nora sat down on the edge of the table, her feet swinging animated ly. her eyes swiftly scanning the pages of the diary. “Well, of all things!” she exploded, “this is some poor struggling writer’s farewell to a career and oh!—how broken hearted he is.” She reread portions, "With the sealing up of this panel I am hiding away all that makes life wonderful—my soul and all the best of me is here—the rest is go ing into n world of business and a hunt for the filthy lucre that enables one to live and—marry. I am doing it for Amy—I. regret she could not give me a longer trial at writing. I know I should have won out. However, there seems to be penalties attached to lov ing so—good-by—fair dreams.” A tear splashed down on the diary and Nora dabbed her nose with her handker chief. She jumped up swiftly and hauled down a lot of the manuscripts packed in the cupboard. For a long time Nora read the stories. When she had finished about a dozen she went down to the house keeper and made inquiry as to the pre vious tenants In her room. She got much information. Suflicient anyway to make her fling herself into her coat and hut and take the subway up to Seventy-second street. It was about seven in the evening as she made her way to a most re spectable hoarding house and asked if Mr. Tom Webber still lived there. “Is lie in nt present?” asked Nora, jind being told to have a seat in the reception room she waited. She glanced up when a sort of mis erable looking young man came ques- tioningly toward her. She told him straight off that she wished to talk with him ahput some stories and diary that she had found in her studio. The light that swept suddenly over Webber’s face brought a swift lump to Nora’s throat. He was transformed from Ids misery Into'radiant life and Interest. He sat down close beside Nora. “Mr. Webber,” said Nora severely, “you are a very wicked and very weak young man.” , Webber had not expected anything like this and he looked his surprise. “Worse!” continued Nora. “You have deliberately tried to strangle a brain child—to cast it off for the sake of some woman. You should be thor oughly ashamed of yourself—to have knuckled down to a paltry money making position when you have a won derful gift.’! Webber gasped, then laughed the first hearty laugh he had felt since leaving his old studio. ."There must he lots to tell me,” he said swiftly and eager ly, “won’t you come out to some quiet place with me for dinner? I’m so fed up with this conventional boarding house with Its three square meals a day that I feel I will bust—if I don’t get out.” Nora laughed in complete sympathy and wondered how a tine manly man like Tom Webber had ever let himself be stepped on by some female. “Love,” she thought, “is a funny thing.” “A good idea,” Nora said, “so get your hat. I can hardly wait to tell you how good your stories are.” Webber snatched both her hands in his and gave them a squeeze that hurt before dashing upstairs three at a time for his hat. “You will be a very large, red feath er In my editorial cap,” she told him later. “I am annoyed that you never tried my magazine—with any of your stories.” “I didn’t dare aspire so high—1 thought you only took good names,” he said modestly. “Only good stories,” said Nora, and when she saw the look In Webber’s eyes, that was all for her. she knew that for once her nosiuess had led her into real romance. NOBODY I if j -- Mrs. John Allen Rawlins, while mak ing a neighborhood survey in New Or leans, called on Mandy Johnson, who said she “tuk in washin’.” “Anyone else in the house, Mandy?” “No, ma’am; ’cept Mose Jackson.” “Where was he born?” “Punno, lady.” “How old is be?’ 7 “1 ain’t neber heard him say.” “Where does he work?” “Dunno if lie works nowhere. Fact is, I doun know nothin’ about Uat nigger.” ■ "Is he a hoarder?” “Lor, no, lady,” laughed Mandy. “Mose ain't no boarder. He's jes mail husband.”—Los Angeles Times* The Best Policy The young insurance agent had gone out with a prospective client for a round of golf, and could do no better than an approximate UG. "Rut you've not been playing any thing like your usual game,” sug gested ills opponent. "Ob, yes,” replied the agent, “this is my usual gqme.” “Well! Bring round that proposal tomorrow morning and I’ll sign it. You may be no golfer, but you are at least an honest man!”—Tit-Bits. Ccnvcrs&tlcnal Diplomacy "Who is your favorite composer?” “Wagner,” replied Mr. Cumrox. “You must be a student of music!” “No. I mention Wagner for the sake of relieving myself of conversa tional strain. If the other man doesn’t like Wagner, he won’t want to hear me say another word.” "And if lie does?” "He’ll want to do all the talking himself.”—Washington Star. Foot Longings “Speaking about the odd way chil dren have of expressing themselves,” writes E. A. S., "this is reported of a little girl who accompanied her mother to a department store. ’Mother,’ she said, ‘while you were looking at a dress, I.saw a pair of shoes that just made my feet water.’ ”—Boston Transcript. ILLUMINATED ADDRESS "How did you like the address of the president of the gas company?” "Excellent—full of illuminating re marks.” All That Was Necessary Lady—1 want to buy a radio on the installment plum Oeaier—Can you give any refer ences? Lady—Yes, indeed. The last dealer we bought one from will be glad to tell you that there wasn’t a single scratch on the cabinet when he took it back I Everything Else Bad Said n playwright to a critic, "I see from your criticism that you do not think the title tits my play.” “Yes,” said the critic. "But 1 thought it an excellent title,” protested the writer. "So do I," replied the critic. “But why spoil it?”—Stray Stories. An Orator Anticipated "The power of the press is very great,” remarked the ready made phi losopher. "Yes,” replied Senator Sorghum. "It has interfered with my prospects con siderably. All the good stories get into print before I have a chance to tell them to my constituents.” In a Bad Spot . Lawyer—You say your wife has re ceived a letter informing her of some misdeed in your past. Perhaps the best thing would be to confess. Client—I would, but I don’t know what to confess. She won’t let me see the letter. FIT TO SQUEEZE Apple—Doesn’t Miss Lemon look charming? Orange—Yes, she does, I just feel like squeezing her! Grim Humor Patience—I adore bridge! I could play bridge in my sleep. Partner (grimly)—Apparently you do.—Tit-Bits. Now It Can Be Told Arab Guide—Do you know the cause of burning sands? American Tourist (absently)—Too mijcL tire under the spinach. WORLDLY WORLD II. G. Wells said in an Interview in New York: “The world grows more worldly every day. At a reception in London recently a young mnn nodded toward a distinguished-looking old t'oUo'w and said: "‘Talk about unhappy families! That poor chap’s oldest son is a luna tic, his second son is an artist, and ins youngster has just married for love.’ ”—Springfield Union; Rather Short The circus proprietor wanted to en gage a dwarf for exhibition purposes, and an agent assured him that he could put him in touch with the very man. “And you’re sure lie’s a real midg et?” asked the showman. "Real midget, my boy!” exclaimed the agent. "Why, he’s so short that every time his feet ache lie thinks he’s got neuralgia!” AN IMPEDIMENT "What,* you can’t indulge in free speech in this country?” “N-n-no—I s-s-stammer.” No Wonder The young wife was heartbroken. “What’s the matter?” asked a friend. "Oh, my husband is so absent-mind ed. After breakfast be left a tip on the table, and when I handed him ids hat he handed me another tip.” “Well, that’s nothing to worry about. It’s just force of habit.” “That's what worries me. He kissed me when I gave him ids coat.” Critical Development “The people have become more high ly educated,” remarked the natural- born unofficial observer. “No doubt of that,” agreed Senator Sorghum. “Out home they’re getting so much literary culture that it keeps me so busy watching my grammar that I scarcely have time to think up any ideas.” Whole Mess of ’Em Small Bolide, together with his mother and his three grandmothers, attended a social in a nearby town. In response to bis father’s inquiry as to who accompanied them to the social he replied: "Oh, just a mess of grandmas, daddy.’’ Before and After Flintrazor (the barber)—Just trim the ends, I s’pose? I remember you sai'i your bride liked to toy with your crisp curls. Bonescrapper (the bridegroom) — That was before we were married. Clip it close to the scalp, so she can’t get a grip on it. TO BE EXPECTED First Bottle—I was sorry to hear of your poor brother’s untimely end. What happened to him? Second Bottle—The poor fellow fell down and broke bis neck! Equipment They were kidding a policewoman, asking her if she carried her re volver in her handbag. "I don’t carry a revolver at ail.” she declared. "I do carry some pow der.” Truth Will Out Mrs. A.—My husband has no idea what I go through when he snores. Mrs. B.—Mine never misses b’^s small change, either. A Truth in Jest "Holiday motorists aren’t a worry ing crowd.” "No, they seldom cross a bridge un til a long time after they come to it.” No Hairpins Perkins—Hello! Buying pipe clean ers, eh? Jerkins—Yeh! My wife still is wearing a boyish bob. Had No Notice He—You are always wishing for what you haven’t got. She—Well, what else can one wish for? Not Important Auctioneer—Did you hid r>0 cents or $50? The Bidder—It doesn’t matter. I haven’t got cither sum. f I , A .. : ■?* We are prepared to do various kinds of job printing neatly and promptly and solicit your orders for —Ruled Letterheads —Typewriter Letterheads —Noteheads ? —Billheads * —Statements —Envelopes 1 —Posters —Circular Letters • * —Folders —Business Cards —Visiting Cards —Special Invoices —Day Books —Receipt Books : —Tally Sheets —Lumber Tallies 1 V ’ —Notes ! ■ • ‘•J'' ' / -—Chattel Mortgages —Crop Mortgages v —Trespass Notices —Salesbooks And many other special forms of printing or rule work. 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