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McCORMICK MESSENGER. McCORMICK, S. C., THURSDAY, APRIL 1, 1937 ■mmiaHiiiiiJiiiiitiai Ask Me Another 0 A General Quiz e Bell Syndicate.—WNXJ Service. 1. To what relative does “ avun cular’’ refer? 2. What man who later became President fought at San Juan Hill? 3. In what country did the Ming Dynasty reign? 4. What is bisk? 3. Who was the first Roman em peror? 6. What hero was inspired to further action by a spider’s per severance? 7. What flag was called "the jolly Roger"? 8. To what was the term "shin- plaster" applied in American his tory? 9. What does "azoic" mean? 10. Where is Lake Constance? 11. When it is noon in Philadel phia what time is it in Yokohama? 12. An English king was once crowned on a Sunday. Who was he? Answers 1. An uncle. 2. Theodore Roosevelt. 3. China. 4. A thick rich soup. 5. Augustus Caesar. 6. Robert Bruce. 7. That of the pirates. 8. To fractional paper money. 9. Without life or with organic remains. 10. On the border of Switzerland and Germany. 11. Two a. m. the next day. 12. King Edward VI on Febru ary 20, 1547. l/jude JfeujA: Rich Food in Small Doses Books that improve your mind are often hard to read. Take them in small doses, but continuously. Lire each day as if it were worth while—and the day before it, plan to make it more so. livery flowering weed may have its chance some day, when the florists take an interest in it. Men still start with a shoestring and make a fortune; and nobody yet understands how. Wisdom Must Be Earned Authority can be conferred up on you, but not wisdom. It has to be earned. Pride is worth something that keeps man or boy out of low com pany. The greatest of faults is to be conscious of none. Hardboiling Is Dangerous Deliberately becoming hard- boiled, one may think he will save one soft spot for a friend who is genuine; but, alas, that spot solid ifies, too. Edison used to say that those who sleep longest know least. Mr. Edison didn’t sleep long. A woman means it when she says she would rather live in a hut with a man she loves than in a mansion with one she doesn’t; and still hopes and wishes that hut husband would strike it rich. i-J-:-' ... . - SEE THIS CROSS IT'S FOR YOUR PROTECTION AND GET GENUINE 15c FOR 12 2 FULL DOZEN 25e BAYER ASPIRIN Personality Plus The very best "personality" is to be sincere. FOR BURNS SflOW WHITE PETROLEUM JELLY WNU—7 13—37 ▲ iYt NTU ttt/' CLUB “Skirmish Line" By FLOYD GIBBONS T ODAY’S Distinguished Adventurer, boys and girls, is Charles Levine of New York city, an old soldier, and a veteran of the Philippine campaign. Charley has an army citation for gal lantry in action—and here’s how he won it. It was the night of January 22, 1913, and word had come to the army barracks at Jolo that a Moro stronghold had been located eighteen miles in the interior. Charley Levine’s outfit—Troop H, Eighth Cavalry— augmented by two companies of Philippine scouts and one company of native constabulary, started out after the insurrectionists. With them went a “jackass battery" consisting of one three-inch mountain gun hitched to four balky mules, and Charley was one of twelve men assigned to that battery. All night long thfey forced their way throngh matted jungle, at daybreak they were in sight of the Moro retreat—a rectangular trench, surrounded by a wall of bamboo palings, covered over with a thick matting of cogan grass, and stocked with enough food and supplies and ammunition to withstand a long siege. The Skirmishers Went Too Far. There was no time for rest. The Moros espied the cavalrymen and discharged a blast of rifle fire. The Americans set up their moun tain gun on a knoll five hundred feet away and let loose a rain of shell fire as the rest of the men deployed in a long skirmish line and ad vanced on the fort. The skirmishers moved on—the mountain gun shooting over theitf heads. Then, suddenly, the lieutenant in charge of the gun shouted, "Hold it, boys. THEY’VE GONE TOO FAR." The skirmishers, almost to the fort now, had advanced into the range of fire of their own artillery. The bombardment ceased. "Somebody will have to go down there and tell them to fall back," the lieutenant snapped. A man was sent down with the message. "We watched him plunge into the jungle growth and strike off toward the line," says Charley. "Suddenly a lithe brown figure streaked out of the underbrush. A bolo flashed and the messenger crashed into the sea of grass—DECAPITATED. It was over in a moment. "We gritted our teeth with helpless rage. Another man went forward—to his death. The jungle down there was full of Moros. Still another man went down—and again that macabre perform ance was repeated." Charley Took the Suicidal Job. It was sheer murder to send a man down into that Moro infested no man’s land—sheer suicide to volunteer. But in the meantime the skirmishers on the line were firing blindly at the bamboo walls, exposed to the fusillades of the Moros, while they waited for the mountain gun to open a breach. Something had to be done. Charley and a buddy, Claude Underwood, volunteered to try it together. "It wasn't much more than three hundred feet to the line,” says Charley, but it looked like miles. The tall grass rippled sleepily in the early morning breeze. Ahead of us lay the Moro fort swathed in swirls of gun smoke which rose sinuously in the damp air. Rifles roared and blasted. "We darted and ducked through the cogan. The crepitation of the grass under our feet—the drowsy rustling of the tall shoots—made us grip our rifles hard and pivot from one side to the other in the direc tion of the sound. Every movement of the undergrowth looked like a Moro—bolo in hand, waiting to pad out silently behind us and cut off our heads, as they had cut off the heads of the others." But evidently no one Moro wanted to tackle two men. They got through to the line. The line fell back and once more the gun on the knoll boomed out and sent its shells screaming into the fort. Great gaps yawned in the walls. The fire from the Moros became feebler and feebler. Surrounded by the Moros. Charley and Claude stayed on the line until the order to charge was sounded. Then they leaped forward with the rest. They stumbled over a muddy creek bottom and swarmed through a gap in the wall. The fort was deserted. The Moros had slipped away—those that re mained alive—leaving behind their dead, their supplies and their ammu nition. The men started back to the knoll. Mopping their sweaty faces, Charley and Claude turned to follow when— Out of the jungle came eight Moros, spread fanwise, their bolos poised for their work of decapitation. "We gripped our rifles," says Charley, "and retreated slowly, exchanging glare for glare with the insurrectos. A scatter of rifle fire sounded be hind us. Cut off! SURROUNDED! “The creek bottom,’ I roared to Underwood. ’Let’s run for it!* We rfcn for that slimy asylum, reaching the creek bed as another burst of gunfire crashed over our heads." ' They hugged the floor of the creek, breathing hard. It was their last stand. They peered through the grass, but there was no one in sight. Where were those Moros? Why didn’t those birds with the bolos come and finish their deadly work. And where were their own pals? Didn’t they see the predicament Claude and Charley were in? , Comrades to the Rescue. The suspense was maddening. They decided to make a break for it—try to shoot their way out. The Moros weren’t much good as marks men. They might make it. Another crash of rifle fire, and Charley started to get up. An anxious voice yelled: "Get down, Charlie. Stay down, Claude.” And Charley says that for the next ten seconds you couldn’t have slipped a cigarette paper between him and the ground. Another volley or two and it was all over. The rifle fire had come from the Americans, who had seen those eight bolo-swinging Moros and were trying to drive them off by shooting over Claude’s and Charley’s heads. Ducking into the creek had saved both their lives, because it gave their buddies a chance to shoot over them and drive off the enemy. Twenty years later, almost to a day, Charley Levine received the army’s silver star citation—"for gallantry in action against hostile Moros at Jolo, Philippins Islands, January 22, 1913." ©—WNU Service. HEARTBURN? Its surprising how many have heart burn. Hurried eating, overeating, heavy smoking, excessive drinking all lead to heartburn. 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During one of his rambles Napo leon came upon a spring beneath a great cypress tree which over looked a peaceful valley. Many times he returned to the place. He grew to love the spot and finally asked that when death came that he might be buried there. Napoleon died on May 5, 1821, and was buried j in the space which is surrounded by an iron fence. The body was re moved to Paris October 15, 1840. It is related that on the last page oi Napoleon’s copybook, used when he was a schoolboy in Corsica, where he was born, these words are writ ten in his own handwriting: "St. Helena, an island in the South Atlantic; British possession.” St. Helena lies 1,200 miles west of the coast of Angola, Africa, and about twice this distance east of Brazil. It is in practically the same latitude as Mozambique. Desert Mountain Sheep The Desert Mountain sheep lives in the most severe environment of any of the Bighorn sheep of North America. In much of its range, permanent water holes are 30 to 50 miles apart, and about these the life of these hardy animals must center during most of the year. The desert mountain ranges which are their homes are low, rugged, hot, rocky, unforested territory. Vege tation is sparse, and the whole ter rain is the most forbidding occupied by any major species of big game. That the animals can find suste nance there, where the annual pre cipitation may amount to less than three inches, is astonishing. T HIS week’s crop of fashions seem fully as sweet and gay and long-awaited as lovely Spring -with which they’re meant to harmonize. Mary, Sue and Emily, three charming standees, know how to have day in day out chic without forfeiting that pretty silver lining in their new Spring purses Hints From Mary’s Boudoir. "I’m especially fussy about the slip I wear, perhaps that’s why I always sew-my-own! I never miss the few hours it takes, and I can spend the difference for a finer, better-wearing fabric. A slip that’s well-behaved is a joy to yourself—others as well—and just as easy to have. So take a tip from one who knows: choose this model and a good fabric and you’ll have no further slip troubles." A Lift for M’Lady. "A new frock means more to me than a new fabric and a change of color—it means a lift, a new lease on life!" So says Miss Sue, a snappy sophomore who sews. "I decided 1252 had the kind of newness I want: the clever cut of the waistcoat bodice first caught my fancy, and the saucy swing skirt made me sign on the dotted line. I go for simple neck lines, and I like lots of buttons too. You should see my version in royal blue silk crepe—really, it’s something to be proud of.” Designers Win Praise. "Smart Matron your granny," retorts Emily to an intended bit of flattery regarding her new wel- come-to-spring frock. "If I look as young as I feel I’ll be mistaken for a Laf-a-Lot! But honestly, this new dress gives me a more dressed-up feeling than any I can remember in Springs gone by. I think Sew-Your-Own designers are smart to give us ‘40’s’ some of that swing the youngsters rave about Do you suppose they sym pathize with the poor young men who are urged nowadays to ‘Swing, Swing dear Mother-in- law’?” The Patterns. Pattern 1909 is for sizes 14 to 20 (32 to 46 bust). Size 16 requires 2% yards of 39 inch material. Pattern 1252 is for sizes 12 to 20 (32 to 38 bust). Size 14 requires 3% yards of 39 inch material plus % yard contrasting. Pattern 1233 is for sizes 34 to 52. Size 36 requires 5% yards of 39 inch material phis % yard trasting. New Pattern Book. Send for the Barbara Bell Spring and Summer Pattern Book. Make yourself attractive, practical and becoming clothes, selecting de signs from the Barbara Bel) well- planned, easy-to-make patterns. 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HE bonus checks paid out re cently to our veterans of the World war gladdened the heart of many an ex-soldier. While this bonus was undoubtedly the biggest given by any country in the history of the world, it was by no means the first. The word "bonus" comes from Latin and means good. It has al ways been used in English in the sense of gift. In Great Britain it was first applied to dividends dis tributed from the surplus of life in surance companies. In America it was used in the industrial and com mercial world to designate a pay ment above that expected, whether an extra dividend to stockholders or an extra pay check to wage earners. Later the term was applied to sums of money given to men as an inducement to jpin the army, and only since the World war has it been given to compensation for army or naval service. The original veterans’ adjustment compensation, granted to all World war veterans by congress in 1924, was a bonus in the form of a paid-up endow ment insurance policy. While never called that before, the practice of giving bonuses for military service is an old one. Even George Washington received a par cel of land and a sum of money from the state of Virginia for his part in the French and Indian war. And Abraham Lincoln was given a piece of land in Iowa for his services in the Blackhawk war. Except for his home in Springfield, Illinois, it was about the only real estate he ever owned. The First Envelopes HUNDRED years ago, the busi ness of posting letters was an expensive and difficult job. In the first place, there was no such thing as an adhesive postage stamp. And even worse, there was no such thing as a modern envelope. In those days, when travel was slow and hazardous, relatively few people ever had occasion to write letters. The few who did, wrote their messages on one side of the note paper only, and carefully wrapped it up so that none of the writing showed. Then they either paid the postman directly, or sent it postage collect. The reason en velopes were so seldom used was because an extra charge was made for any paper, no matter how small, when wrapped up in another. A few wrappers that might be called envelopes had been used in France early in the Seventeenth century, and a few were sold in England as early as 1830. But the first American to manufacture en velopes was named Pierson, who in 1839 began to sell them in his Ful ton Street Stationer’s shop in New York City. The United States mail service has come a long way since those early times. The Pony express, which numbered Buffalo Bill among its brave riders, was a thrilling if brief interlude. The first time mail was carried on a railroad train marked the beginning of a new era in . communication. And the way that our modernized Uncle Sam de livers literally billions of pieces of mail annually with efficiency and speed is a tribute to our unexcelled form of government. Origin of Chinese Laundrymen HE Chinese are admittedly the best hand laundrymen ' in the world. No American town would be complete without its "Chink" and his hole-in-the-wall laundry. The Chinese first got into the clothes-washing business through a queer set of circumstances. Back in the years around the California gold rush of 1849, miners on the west coast found they were unable to hire people to do menial labor for love or money. Everyone had come to California to dig for gold and nothing else. So desperate did their straits become that many sent their clothes all the way to Hawaii and even to China to have them washed. This was China’s original contact with the American laundry business. When the first transcontinental railway line was being built many years later, whole shiploads of Chi nese were imported because of their cheapzjgss and industry to work on the ro$ki bed. 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