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Thursday, July 14,1932 McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, SOUTH CAROLINA PAGE NUMBER THREE B, 7 'T'V, r f /i © HACCOUQT BWCt 8.CP «t«C FELIX RIESENBER6 V V V V V FIRST IN ST ALIVfENT pack, kicked and cuffed as Johnny turned in torment. Idle men in shallow derbys, men in black coats, and bearded men such as John had Tvp I —L-—-fgs»>?«£-; never seen, paused to watch the boys. “De Grogan Geng is out! Oy, what a business, de Grogan Geng!’ : x Mffpr Th e tough boys were really the S ^ ! Grogan Gang, or part of them. A r m m larv felix riesenberg boy taller than the rest, wearing a dented derby, came close co | Johnny and spat in his face. A hard dirty brown fist shot out with desperate force. The tall boy howled . his derby rolling at his feet in the petuous boy caused Harriet Breen was blotted from his clothing, a gutter. The blow was utterly un it© flush. John’s father had been warm glow crept over him; strong expected. It caught him in the vague only a few years older, when she arms seemed to enfold him. The stomach, and he doubled up. The lower came to the Cavalier.' terror and turmoil of the night crowd backed and then came at “We got to put Johnny to school,” melted away. Johnny. Captain! THE GHETTO “He hit ’im below de belt. He Johnny was awakened by the fouled ’im.” The crowd looked ugly, and missiles gathered from the gut- “Kill ’im!” Sud- Down by Warm mist, filled with forms, hung above the stretches of the Hudson. A boy, his arms folded, leaned on Mrs. Breen remarked to the cabin trunk of a barge, the Breen, busy at the small coal stove, i Cavalier, of Haverstraw. turning a pan of biscuits with the movement of the wagon. “Gee!” The boy kept repeating hem of her apron. “Mama!” he cried with a start of ter began to fly. the one word—“Gee!” | “All right, Mother, we’ll send him, ; terror. The horror of the night denly there was a hush His arms, bare to above the el- when we lay up this year.” He be- burst upon him anew. A torturing the river a blue coat moved toward bows, were capable arms, browned gan filling his pipe. “It’s getting thirst closed his throat. His torn them “Cheese it, de cops! Cheese it, by the sun. His doubled fists were mighty thick.” shirt was streaked with mud and beat it! Cops!” hard and his face was freckled. “Where we now?” | grease. His hair was matted with The crowd began to run, Johnny The barge carried way with her “Turned up of the East River, dried slime. t His eye-lids stuck to- Breen at their head, having dashed as the water slapped her low side, Them’s the Fulton Ferry bells. I’ll gether, his swollen lips were dry through the circle of boys under a for the Cavalier was at the stern ca ll John ” and hot and his pants were hang- rain 0 f tin cans and refuse. end of a tow. Far ahead a tug, a Johnny, his eyes drawn into the ing by half their buttons. His bare By a supreme effort he distanced little, wooden puffer, exhausted deepening blur of the warm envel- feet and legs were bruised and the mob and the Grogans, long lost white vapor in her struggle with the oping night, hearing strange caked with dry mud and manure. j n the rear and off for other ex- river. The last two, whipping sounds, thinking huge thoughts,; He began to cry, tears forcing citements, but the wave continued, about as the course was changed to heard the talk below, coming up out through the sticky eyelashes, j 0 hnny, running into newer and avoid the ferries, seemed the tail 0 f the square of light. How he lov- streaking down his pitiful face. He stranger crowds, suddenly was end of a gigantic kite, sometimes € d his mother! He was going to. had the aspect of a forlorn waif, greeted by a terriffic crash of noise in view and sometimes lost to sight, school—perhaps to school in the only his bare body was brown and as he dodged under the shadow of A large black double-decker C ity—the monumental city shroud- 1 muscular, but his mouth curled a cross street. The maw of the washed by, her paddles drumming an energetic tattoo on the sluggish river, her sharp stem carving and curling the water into an open greenish .scar, her bows throwing off brave, white whiskers of seeth ing foam. Rows of lighted cabin reading notice for Peruna, was a windows marched by him, square scant news item: ports exuding radiance and offer ing glimpses of a strange interior region of flashing light and con gested, breathing crowds. A thought occurred to the boy— how he wanted to know those peo ple. “Their names must all be dif ferent. But is there so many names?” He spoke aloud, to him self, as he often did. “They must be more’n a hundred—I guess.” The boy was nearly sixteen. Still the great gilt letters on the sides of ferry boats were unfathomable to him. He searched his mind for a meaning—but all letters were weird, mysterious. W-H-E-E-L-I-NG. His eyes traced the similarity of form. Down in the little cabin of the Cavalier, the boy, John Breen, often lay in his bunk, behind the dresser, listening to Mother Breen reading aloud, or half aloud, her lips mov ing, “Speaking out of the paper.” Captain Breen, who held all book learning in contempt, listened on such occasions, and smoked his pipe, shifting his short legs about Jn uneasy fashion, his eyes peering from under shaggy eyebrows. “Mo ther kin read!” Johnny Breen al ways said this to himself whenever he thought of reading. Johnny Breen had been around the city many times, but each suc ceeding trip around the Battery found him gazing in growing fas cination toward the piles of build ings banked upon the shore. He noted and remembered many ed in the fog. down and uutter sorrow Suddenly there was a crash! nim. In the Morning Advertiser of Sat- His bed, among the bales of urday, 12th, 1900, fourth page, col- waste paper, was Jerking and sway- umn six, near the bottom of the mg, and, as he cried, a canvas flap was lifted. An evil face glared in to the van. “What tha h- page, smothered on one side by a THREE DROWN ON BARGE The brick barge Cavalier of Hav- ersstraw, McGurtney Brothers Brick —!” A thick and unfriendly voice shouted at him. The face had a wicked mouth, edged with broken teeth, brown and %. u, *•% claimed C jty seemed about to grasp and ' grind him, body and soul. In a final effort to escape annihilation, he closed his eyes and plunged headlong into a hole! a human rat seeking oblivion. He jumped into an open basement doorway—an elevated train thundered overhead and behind him. For a long while he lay in the hole, his head double under his arms, in a dark, damp corner among rubbish. All was dark; many trains 1 passed by, and he began to regain his breath and sense. At last he determined to crawl toward the light, when the trap door to the walk flopped down. He heard the snap of a padlock. (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK) -X . wtm IMake a real occasion of the pause that refreshes $ it ^ ivJ Niks * 'Bf r ''L Xhis afternoon when your friends drop in, surprise them with ice-cold bottled Coca-Cola plus . . . thinly sliced ham and beaten biscuits, melted cheese on toast or any one of the many good things you know how to make. Mi COCA-COLA BOTTLING CO. Greenwood, S. C. ca llow to be the perfect hostess Told in this little book, big with ideas covering all social occasions— containing 128 pages with beautiful illustra tions. USE THIS COUPON THE COCA-COLA CO., 314 North Are., N. W., Atlanta, Ga. Enclosed find 10c (stamps or coin to cover cost of handling and mailing) for which send me the book, “When You Entertain,” by Ida Bailey AUen. Name SB-150-3 Addr . t* • V' V I Each succeeding trip found him gazing in growing fascination toward the piles of buildings banked upon the shore Company, collided with an un known craft in the East River just south of Brooklyn Bridge during the heavy fog last night and sank. Captain Breen, wife, and son are missing. At the point where Manhattan green. Johnny saw a monster, a dragon, glaring and cursing him. “Git tha h out of there! Git out, ya crummy rat! Johnny, still crying, sat up amid the bales. His head bumped the MYflOMt ^ YOURS 6yB£ETHAfPSON LAY DANDELION SALAD Cook and mold the dandelions, in either individual molds, or one larger one, chill, and when ready to serve, unmold on shredded lettuce. Garnish with sliced hard boiled eggs and cover with French dress ing to which a little sugar has been added. A FRIEND READY TD HELP: This drug store is truly a friend in need in case of sickness or personal injury when minutes and worries count. This drug store is always ready to fill your urgent needs and help you in every way possible. Ours is all that you could ask for a modern drug store to be. There is a registered pharmacist in charge at all times who knows how to take care of your needs properly. You are assured the service is right and the drugs are both high grade and pure. Let your first thought be of this store when sickness or other trouble comes. STROMS’ DRUG STORE MAIN STREET McCORMICK. S. C. ribs of the van. He rubbed dirt shoves an elbow into the river and into his eyes and smeared the dried things about the city. The sharp the Br °oklyn Bridge swings high fllth or J his face wet with tears. He metallic clang of fire engines, the aDove the shipping, we must take was a dismal sight, clatter of horses, iron-shod hoofs up the story of Johnny Breen. His f ya S lt! The driver reached on Belgian blocks; th^ harsh rattle dreamin S ke Pt on deck. The for hi f ! w ^ lp ^ J ° hnny sli PP ed back of elevated trains-how fast they conversation below, the warm my- j f ove j; the load of paper. “Out an’ went! Would he ever ride in one? Slery abQve ’ the riv er moaning and ^ a 11 h “— wlt ya! The team ’ fresh - Caotain Breen was a doematic Whispering ’ held him in a spell. ! ful1 fear ’ sensing the whip, Captain **reen was a dogmatic Then a blast was f 0 i lowe d i started on a gallop with tv.e heavy man, close on sixty, a squat incap- instantly b h f rendin load. The wagon reeled toward the abie man, seeing but a short dist- wood> ^ of rushing water 8 | curb and Johnny, sliding from the ance throug a ve 1 of red. Harriet ^ panic cry Qf Mother Breen _ bales of paper, dropped to the Breen, the woman who married .. Johnny! » It was the last word he tailboard out under the end flap. him, managed hmi. Sixteen years )heard; he was tossed over the side ! He let go and fell to the gutter, before, when the barge was new, he by the sudden impact and sank stunned by his impact with the accepetd a responsibility. The own- , beneath the surface The weight cobblestones. ers preferred a married man. Har- Qf water drummed ^ his ears as he i The street was on a fringe of net came on board the Cavalier. . /ent , lown tenements, where the Ghetto She was an upstate girl. Breen rub- r«. bed his eyes, but he was ready to He . s ^ ruck ou t boldly. He gained ^ s a accept anything, even a wife, for the line of P ier s» bis hands slipped she demanded her papers. Four from tbe slimy cluster piles, he washed upstream, swimming brave iy. If one does much sewing at home, it is well to put a number on each piece of pattern as it is unfolded. The patterns are easier sorted, and much less apt to get lost, for one is never at a loss to know to just which pattern a piece belongs. Experience Service Facilities Those are the important things in measuring the worth of a funeral director, and should be borne in mind when ... you have occasion to choose one DISTANCE IS NO HINDRANCE TO OUR SERVICE and there Is no additional charge for service out of town J. S. STROM \ » Main Street McCormick. S. C. Many prefer silk gloves instead of those made of other fabrics, but as silk turns yellow quickly, I often hear people say “I never wear silk, because they turn yellow after the second washing.” Try dipping in coffee, or a tan tintex. The gloves will come out about the shade of the fashionable stockings, and will add to, instead of taking away from the effect of the ensemble. *8Ry£ months later Breen became the fa ther of a son. He accepted this gift without undue complaint. If he drank to excess, Mrs. Breen was not the one to complain. The de tachment, and strangeness of the broad river suited Harriet Breen. She sang to her baby boy. A calm fearsome neighborhood. High houses loomed over him, strange I j smells and noises confounded him Housekeepers are always annoy ed to find the ham which has been cut showing a nice “crop” of mold. Try wiping with vinegar after each cutting. A new corn popper is a real aid . At the next pierhead he^made ! as hs slow ly rose to his feet, stand- I when washing berries. Place the a desperate effort, lifted himself on ing ln the midst of a curious crowd berries in the popper, fasten the a cleat roughly nailed to the piling.' of balf-grown children who sud- | top, and wash in a large pan of It was the bottom of one of those den] y materialized, as if sprung water, or allow water from as the stones. It was an eager faucet to run through ends; devices nailed by the Saturday morning crowd of water- rude ladders sometimes found on pier river rats—the thieves. Johnny fron t boys a gang ° iiC nnssessed her «?he Breen dragged his aching body | Hully chee, lokit dat bum! What 1 insensibility possessed her. She * c ii mb ed to the in ,ell ’ s bitin ’ tm? He’s lousy. Whew American housekeeper from French ^rrc still a handsome woman, twen- x ™ than tvio stringpiece and rolled exhausted in . /ty years younger than the ceptain The crowd rub bed near Johnny, on the menu which is not strictly when the Cavalier rounded the " * He turned as they milled about. He American adds zest to the appetite. Battery on that misty evening in For a time Johnny Breen lay backed to the center of the street This delightful luncheon or supper above the water, climbed to the -what a r.tink!” :;pring. The years go fast on the river. there stunned. His muscles were sore, his head throbbed, he was and stood defiant, legs apart, his dish will be gratefully received by trousers torn and half down, cov- the family, I am sure. John Breen became a strong and ^ ck ’ nauseated > fro ™ Vlle water.he ered with dirt hig shirt ragged and Alternate scallops and small * a awft owe • ^^^ rld , span streaked, his matted yellow hair slice s of bacon on skewers; place on over his eyes. Hostile boys closed a rack in the oven and bake until in and surrounded him. the scallops are browned and quite had swallowed, about him in a maelstrom of dis- He stood, then walked un eatable barge hand, an expert swimmer, a great help and comfort to his mother. Suddenly he had ast er. Grown, grown almost over night, steadily in the dark. He saw me “Doity bursting out of his clothing. The d tm shadow of a covered van. It sewer? Hey *stinkey! fact that his laugh and a certain offered shelter, he climbed in. He Lemme at ’im!” . X- trick of patting through his hair sank between two bales, the sounds Several bigger boys, tough, dar- Did you ever notice how cheap reminded her of another wild im- of the river were stilled. The water ing, with the heartless ethics of the you can buy things you don’t want. . HOARDING About fifteen years ago there was a typhoid epidemic in a certain, city, which baffled the health authorities. Children were stricken in widely separated neighborhoods. The water supply was all right; so was the milk and so were the general sanitary conditions. Yet new cases continued 00 develop. Finally the mystery was solved. A doctor discovered a domestic servant who was a “carrier” of typhoid germs. Though perfectly well herself, she took .the disease with her wherever she went. She became nationally famous under the name of “Typhoid Marv.” Times like the present produce a lot of male “Typhoid Marys.” The germs they carry are rumors and fears. One of them came to see me last October when things were looking very bad. Shaking his head dolefully, he suggested that I ought to have som3- money tucked away in gold. I blew up and rained all over him. I pid: “My bank is strong and liquid. It will be solvent unless the United States is insolvent. And if the j things get to a point where Uncle Sam is busted, then what good will gold be, do you think? Do you imagine for one moment that, in a period of general chaos, the mass of people would deal tenderly with SCALLOPS EN BROCHETTE those who had helped to bring on the crisis by hiding gold?” My general attitude in this whole situation has been as follows: 1. I pay little attention to the market quotations on good bonds, preferred or common stocks. Either they are worth a lot more than their current prices or they are worth nothing, in either case there is nothing I can do about it. 2. If the worst were to happen I have enough egotism to believe that I could make a living and provide for my family under any sort of government or any sort of conditions. 3. I keep a white horse and ride him every day. If we have a social upset you will find me right at the head of the people’s parade on my white horse. And the first place we shall head for will be the homes of the hoarders. Some day, in the not far distant future, we all shall have to look back on this period and consider the record we made. And when my youngster climbs on my knee and says, “Dad, what did you do in the panic? I don’t want to have to answer: “I was smart and yellow* sonny. I hoarded gold.” / Much may be learned by the cooks, moreover, an occasional item Where ja come, outta de done. Serve on buttered toast, ac- Soak ’im! companied by pieces of lemon.