Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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I \ / McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, S. C., THURSDAY, AUGUST 5, 1937 V I |:f- ADVENTURERS’ CLUB HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELFI m y i « »» When Clocks Stopped By FLOYD GIBBONS Famous Headline Hunter 'ELLO, everybody: Bryan Carlock of Bloomington, 111., is one man who knows exactly When his adventure started. Other JoDcs may be a little vague about the exact hour and minute of fear life’s biggest thrill. When death is staring you in the face, you don’t stop to look at jw watches and say, “Ho hum, if I don’t get out of this mess pretty qprick I’ll be late for dinner.’’ Neither did Bryan, for that matter. But he knows the time. , He knows It because, when the blow struck, all the clocks and watches stopped. It was the end of time. The end of the world! The end of everything! The day was March 10, 1933, and Bryan had arrived in Long Beach, Calif., just that morning, to visit his sister, who was married to an army officer, Lieut. Chester Linton. She and Bryan had gone down town in the afternoon and returned hone at 5 o’clock. The clocks and watches stopped at exactly 5:55! If Was Just Before Dinner, When— In the meantime, they were busy getting dinner ready. Chester TJwtftn had-come home. Sis was in the kitchen making salad and bis cuits. Potatoes were boiling on the stove and the roast was in the oven. The rest of the family was in the living room. Bryan was reading and the children—a girl and three boys—were playing on the floor. Sis came in and said, “Are you all hungry? Dinner will be ready lb a few minutes.” And then— And then—terror! The words were hardly out of his sister’s mouth when the building began to sway and rock. There was a roar that sounded like thousands of firecrackers exploding all at once. Tables and floor lamps fell over. Plaster crashed down from the ceiling and the floor bulged upward and burst open. Says Bryan: “I thought the world was coming to an end. The whole was rocking like a boat. I couldn’t get my voice for a moment, and when I did, I cried out, ‘What is it?’ Then I heard Chester say, ‘Earth quake! Get out!’ As he said it, the wall beside him crumbled and fell out into the street.” The More He Struggled, the Worse His Fix. The apartment was on the second floor of a brick building at the of Broadway and Linden. They started for the stairway, and says when he reached it it was moving like an escalator. Sis The stairway was moving like an escalator. the kids were safely at the bottom. The lieutenant was behind him. was half way down that tottering stairway when his foot went a broken step and caught there. He struggled to extricate himself, but the harder he tried, the tighter he seemed to be wedging himself in. Now, the lieu tenant was at his side, trying to get him out. Plaster was still falling from the walls and ceiling. At last the lieutenant got him loose, and they ran out into the street. On the other side of the street, a neighbor was lying dead on the great chunk of cornice beside him. He had run out of his home at the first shock of the quake, just as the cornice fell, and it killed him. The whole neighborhood was in confusion. Some men were carrying a woman into the bungalow next door, her leg torn and bleeding. Tidal Wave Threatens Destruction and Hunger. And then, another terrible cry was passed from mouth to mouth Hmragh the stricken area. “Tidal wave coming!” “We were only three Mocks from the ocean,” says Bryan, “and we took the kids and began sunning inland. We had had nothing to eat. The roast and potatoes and other food back home had been blown against the north wall of the kitchen. “When we couldn't run any more, we walked. We went on that way for two or three hours, through streets filled with de bris and ruin and desolation. Before long, the city was under martial law. About 8:00 or 9:00 o’clock we struck a place that hadn’t suffered quite as badly as other sections of the town. They were serving soup, sandwiches, qqffee, etc., so we stopped and had something to eat.” They were all exhausted by this time. There was still no sign of • tidal wave and, tidal wave or no tidal wave, Bryan wasn’t going to go a step farther. They held a council of war and decided to return to the neighborhood of home. He Didn’t Even Feel Nail in His Leg. They wandered back toward the ocean and, within a block of the Lintons’ wrecked house they found an apartment building which was mm in pretty good shape, and managed to get shelter for the night. For the first time, then, Bryan noticed that his right foot was damp. He pulled up his trouser leg and found the foot covered with blood. There was a nail in the calf of his leg. Evidently it had been thrust there when he got caught in the broken stairway. “There was a doctor in the house,” he says, “and he dressed the wound. I was walking like a drunken man, and the doctor told me I was ‘earth shocked.’ ” Calls Quake’s Effects Worse Than War. The tremors continued all through the night. They stayed in the apartment house, but in the morning they had to move on, for the city’s mains had been broken and there was no gas or water. They went to City Hall park, where relief work was getting under way, and there they were put into a truck and sent to Lennox, about twelve miles from Angeles where a women’s club had been turned into a dormitory. “They gave us medical attention there,” says Bryan, “and a lot of us needed it. A lot of the women were hysterical. One of the nurses there had been in hospitals in France during the war and had been bombarded by the Germans, but she said it didn’t affect her nearly as badly as the quake did. “Our little group got off easily. My sister and her little girl had been hit by plaster and the three boys had their legs skinned* The lieu tenant had had the presence of mind to hold a chair over his head, and he escaped without a scratch. But the thing that saved us all from death was our delay in getting out of the house. If we had gone out while the debris was still falling we would have met the same fate as our neigh bor ac-oss the street.” ©—WNU Service. Most Slowly Written Works The “Acta Sanctorum,” the great collection of the lives and legends of the Roman Catholic saints, is one of (he most slowly written works on cecord, says Collier’s Weekly. Ex cept for two interruptions, which stopped the compilation for 48 years, Belgian Jesuits have worked •a it steadily since about 1600 and kope to complete its some 35,000 biographies by approximately 1975. Kingbird Is Bold The American kingbird is perhaps the boldest of all of the everyday birds. Both the male and his mate of this species are modestly clad in brown-black and white. They are the size of robins. Kingbirds build bulky nests of rootlets and grasses on the limbs of orchard trees or tall bushes, or sometimes on such urban sites as lamp-posts or telegraph poles. Way Back When By JEANNE JOSEF STALIN STUDIED FOR THE PRIESTHOOD W ITH what blindness do we at tempt to guide our children’s footsteps in life, so often forcing on them an ambition of our own! It might be laughable were it not so seriously in opposition to the man’s own desires, but Josef Stalin was forced to attend the Tiflis Greek Orthodox seminary, because his mother wanted him to be a priest. Young Stalin, legally named Josef Vissarionovitch Djygashvili, did not want to be a priest. Born in 1879, Josef was educated in the village school of Gori, Rus sia. In his young days he was a fighter who bore many a black eye, and he was somewhat of a bully, although he always displayed intel ligence and character. At the sem inary, he led the other students in plotting against the authorities, and local railway workers met in his room. Eventually, he was dis missed in disgrace. At the age of seventeen, he joined the under ground dock workers of Batum in a riot and, when the terrorist Bol sheviks were formed became active in their movement. While attend ing a Bolshevik party conference ha Stockholm, in 1905, he met Lenin for the first time. Josef Stalin was arrested a half a dozen times, and exiled from Rus sia the last time. He changed his name regularly and returned again and again. With Lenin and Trotsky, he took over the government of Rus sia in October, 1917. After Lenin died in 1924, Stalin supporters ex iled Trotsky and through ruthless executions made Stalin dictator. Josef Stalin’s life is hardly the kind of biography you would ex pect from a boy who studied for the priesthood. • • • JOAN CRAWFORD WAS A TELEPHONE OPERATOR J OAN CRAWFORD’S life is an example of a girl who had tal ent, ambition and enthusiasm, but who might never have risen beyond an ordinary occupation without the necessary confidence to keep try ing. Joan Crawford was born about 1907 in San Antonio, Texas, daugh ter of a theater manager. Most of her play hours were spent playing “show,” and she danced her way through many struggling years be fore a real opportunity came her way. At fourteen, Joan went to work as a telephone operator in Lawton, Okla. Then, she was sent to a convent in Kansas City, where she had to earn her way by acting as a kitchen maid and waiting on tables. After leaving college, Joan Crawford found a job in a Kansas City department store as a stock girl at $10 per week, working dur ing the day and practicing dancing at night. Finally a theatrical agent found a job for Joan in a show which failed a month later, leaving her stranded 300 miles from home. Courageous ly, she found job after job in cab arets and night clubs in Chicago, Detroit, and New York. She was working in a Shubert show, “In nocent Eyes,” when a Metro-Gold- wyn-Mayer executive saw her and signed her for pictures. Think of the troubles this girl had, the disappointments and struggles. Bom in the atmosphere of show business, she was inspired from the time she could first toddle to find a place for herself in that glamorous life. Then, circumstances took a hand and forced her into occupa tions that were far more on the side of drudgery than glamour. She plugged lines into a switch-board, washed dishes, swept floors, car ried heavy trays, wrapped pack ages. But through it all, she kepi her confidence in herself. —WNU Service. GOOD TASTE g TODAY W b, "emily post World'* Foremost Authority on Etiquette © Emily Post. Photo-Covered Walls Belong to the Past T") EAR Mrs. Post: Will yon say a word or two about the good, or bad, taste of having photographs hanging in one’s house? In my mother’s house the chief wall orna ments were pictures of the various relatives on both sides of the fami ly, but today, one sees so few pic tures of this type that I wondered if it was no longer considered proper to have any. And if not, what is one supposed to do with all the pic tures given by relatives and friends? Answer: In Victorian days it was the fashion, over here as well as abroad, to fill one’s rooms with hanging or marching photograph frames on walls and across all available table spaces. Old fash ioned people still like to have many framed photographs about # them. But since the modern liking for emptiness has a great effect on taste, the younger generation keep most of their photographs in be tween the leaves of an album. This album, by the way, has also no sug gestion of the Victorian one wherein mounted photographs were slipped into paper openings. The modern album is a large book bound either in leather or brocade with plain leaves like any other photograph al bum. But all people have a few photographs either on the walls or on the tables of their rooms. * * • Coed School Should Educate in Courtesy F\ EAR Mrs. Post: This is a co- educational college and in the dining hall the girls and boys sit together, an equal number at each table. Do you think it would be a good idea for the boys to seat the girls? And what about when the girls turn up for meals late? Answer: Certainly the men should seat the girls. After all, college should be a training ground for manners as well as for minds. The girls should be on time, but when being late is unavoidable, a girl should take her place as quickly as possible so that she will not throw her table into confusion by making it necessary for all the men to rise. • • • Better Send Flowers, D EAR Mrs. Post: When my sis ter died some friends of an other sister sent flowers to the fu neral. The flowers were very beau tiful and were addressed to Mother, but neither she nor I know them at all, and now someone in their family has died. So will you kindly tell me what, if anything, is Moth er’s obligation to these people? Answer: I take it for granted that your sister who is their friend will go to see them and send flowers, and unless she is away from home there is no “obligation” that you need meet. But it would be kind certainly to send a note of sym pathy, or flowers to the funeral from all of you. • • • Making It Official. D EAR Mrs. Post: Soon I expect to announce my engagement to a man whom I have been expected to marry for years, so the news can not possibly surprise anyone. Under these circumstances, don’t you think it would be silly to in vite people without explaining at the time that we are announcing our engagement at this party? Please tell me frankly what you would sug- gest. Answer: It would be best, I think, to write or telephone invitations to a party celebrating your engage ment, and also notify the papers the evening before the party so that the announcement will appear on that day. • • • Better Entertain Yourself. D EAR Mrs. Post: I have received a wedding invitation with re ception card included, and notice that the former is taking place late in the afternoon and the latter not until eight o’clock in the evening. If this lapse of time between the two is proper, what are guests sup posed to do in the time between— especially if they come from nearby towns? Answer: The only answer I know is that they are expected to either go home or have dinner somewhere and then come back again. Con ventionally, of course, wedding re ceptions follow immediately after the ceremony. # * • No “InformaV* Ceremony. D EAR Mrs. Post: I am erther go ing to wear a traveling suit or an afternoon dress at my wedding, but am asking a number of rela tives and friends to the church just the same. The number is really suf ficient to have wedding invitations engraved but mother seems to think that formally worded engraved in vitations would be improper in my case. Answer: Engraved invitations will be proper, irrespective of the type of clothes chosen by the bride. In other words, it is impossible to have an informal ceremony. WNU Service. Sew, Sew, Sew-Your-Own T O MAKE you the girl of his dreams (and to keep him al ways dreaming), that’s the happy ambition behind these newest cre ations by Sew-Your-Own. One of these frocks to enhance your beauty, and an evening to spend in that romantic lane of Moon light and Roses—isn’t it quite likely that you will become the girl of his dreams? Luncheon for Two. When he takes you out to lunch eon you should be the very es sence of chic. A two piecer like the one at the left will bring the sort of eye-compliments you like, and you’ll find it a great boon to comfort if the date is to be soon. You will probably want it made of the season’s hit material, sheer crepe. The vestee is smart in a contrasting color. When It’s Dancing. He’ll be very Scotch about giv ing away dances when he sees you in your copy of the frock in the center. It was really born to dance. The tucked skirt has all the thrilling sophistication of a gored one, and it’s much easier to sew. Little touches of grosgrain, and pretty puff sleeves add the kind of quiet elegance that makes this your choice for those happy hours of dancing under the stars. End of Summer. The season, like romance, rolls swiftly. But you still have time to do a few summery things in a summery frock such as the one at the right. In dimity or swiss it will make you more youthful and charming than many a more or nate style (and after all the girl of his dreams must be young and charming). A good suggestion might be to cut a carbon copy, while you’re about it, in sheer wool with long sleeves. Then there’ll be nothing to worry about when a cool evening happens along. The Patterns. Pattern 1288 is designed for sizes 14-20 (32 to 42 bust). Size 16 requires 3% yards of 39-inch ma terial. Pattern 1326 is designed for sizes 12-20 (30 to 38 bust). Size 14 requires 4 yards of 39-inch ma terial. Pattern 1228 is designed for sizes 11-19 (29 to 37 bust). Size 13 requires 4% yards of 35 or 39-inch material. With long sleeves 4% yards are required. Send your order to The Sewing Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1020, 211 W. Wacker Dr., Chicago, 111. Price of patterns, 15 cents (in coins) each. © Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service. Young-Looking Skin at 35—Now a Reality For Women! 'THOUSANDS of women X now keep the allure of youthful, dewy-fresh skin at 30—35—40 and even aftert Now a modern skin creme acts to free the skin of the "age-film" of semi-visible darkening particles ordinary cremes cannot re move. Often only 5 nights enough to bring out divine new freshness—youthful rose-petal dear ness; and toeliminate ugly surface pimples, black heads, freckles. Ask for Golden Peacock Bleach Creme today at any drug or department store . . . or send 90c to Golden Peacock Inc-. Dept. L-315. Pkris, Term. All Would Be Wise If wisdom were to perish from the earth nobody would think him self ignorant. checks MALARIA in three deye GOLDS LIQUID. TABLETS first day salve, nose dhops Heitbchs, 30 minutes. Try “Rnb-My-Tism”—World’s Bert lAdnel From a Spark From a little spark may burst a mighty flame.—Dante. \i's n FLLte/i-fine* LARGEST MOROLINE SNOW-WH/r£ PETROLEUM JELLY KILL ALL FLIES Mattractsand kills Guaranteed, effective, m convenient — Cannot Wlilnot soil orlnj ureai. Lasts all season. 20e dealers. Harold Somers. _ _ 150 De Kalb Ave^B'klynJL'S DAISY FLY KILLER Hot Weather is Here— Beware of Biliousness! Have you ever noticed that In Very hot weather your organs of digestion and elimination seem to become torpid or lazy? Your food sours, forms gas. causes belching, heartburn, and a feeling of rest lessness and Irritability. Perhaps you may have sick headache, nausea and dizziness or blind spells on suddenly rising. Your tongue may be coated, your com plexion bilious and your bowel actions sluggish or insufficient. These are some of the more common symptoms or warnings of biliousness or so-called “torpid liver,’’ so prevalent in hot climates. Don’t neglect them. Take Calo- tabs, the improved calomel com pound tablets that give you the effects of calomel and salts, com bined. You will be delighted with the prompt relief they afford. Trial package ten cents, family pkg. twenty-five cts. At drug stores. (Ady.) Irksome It was Aristides whose reputa tion was so good that nobody liked him. Peace of Mind Peace is the natural tone of a well-regulated mind at one with it self.—Humboldt. CHEW LONG GILL NAVY TOBACCO It is the DolUtrs . . . that circulate among ourselves, in our own community, that in the end build our schools and churches, pave our streets, lay our sidewalks, increase our farm values, attract more people to this section. Buying our merchandise in our local stores means keeping our dollars at home to work for all of us.