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»vr,, McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, SOUTH CAROLINA Thursday, September 2, 1937 IcCORMICK M^SENGl Published Every Thursday Established June 5, ■dmond j. McCracken, Editor and Owner t World Trade And Money Problems O' Discussed At Clem- son Extension Meet Mitered at the Post Office at Mc Cormick, S. 0^ ns mail matter of Mm second class. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: One Year $1.00 Biz Months .75 Three Months .50 Clemson, Aug. 30.—Clemson’s Ex tension School, attended by near ly five hundred men and women farm leaders and extension work ers closed its three-day session Thursday, Aug. 26, with discussions of the foreign trade problem and the money problem as important factors in agricultural welfare. Dr. W. P. Maddox, School of Pub lic Affairs, Princeton University, explaining world trade as a re ciprocal exchange of goods and services, pointed out that absolute self-sufficiency of the United Clemson, Aug. 28.—“The purpose States as to foreign trade is not of any demonstration or farm rec- P 085 ^ 1 ®- Higher tariff restrictions ord kept under the supervision of mean less export trade and thus Milk Production Cost Studied By D. H. I. A. A Queen Plays Hookey By MARJORIE ELLINS © McClure Newspaper Syndicate. WNU Service. Radiance By KARIN C. AS3RAND © McClure Newspaper Syndicate. WNU Service. The Sunbeam Quilt the Clemson College Extension Service is to get the results of profitable farm practices in such form as to guide other farmers’, declared C. G. Cushman, extension dairy specialist, in speaking of rec ords kept by members of the Dairy Herd Improvement Association. Each month a complete and su pervised record of the production of milk and butterfat in the dairy herd and the feed costs of produc tion is sent out to every member, giving the results of the previous month’s record of each 'herd en rolled in the Association. A chart analysis is made of every herd, giving an accurate picture of the feed management practices. The Dairy Division of the Exten sion Service has come one step farther, according to D. H. I. A. members. They are holding group meetings, taking the charts into these sessions, and discussing and studying the management practices in each herd and the effect of these practices on the cost of milk production. The first in the series of group meetings was recently held when I>- H. I. A. members from Green- viUft, Spartanburg, Newberry, Co lumbia, Orangeburg, and Charles ton gathered together to discuss the charts. The plan is to hold three other group meetings throughout the year, the next be ing scheduled the latter part of October or the first of November. surpluses of cotton and other prod ucts, he stated, adding that the ag ricultural problems of the United States can never be even readjust ed until we realize that trade is internationally mutual. “Money is merely a medium of exchange growing out of the bar tering of goods,” said Dr. Ward, explaining that the functions of money are first to help move and exchange goods and thus raise the standard of living; second, to serve as a standard of values and de- ' f erred payment; and third, to 'T'HE Queen of Rubidia was not quite satisfied with her American tour. She had beheld America’s scenery, its millionaires and may ors. She had been surrounded by a clamorous and bewildering pros perity. \But she had somehow missed the American people. They had stared curiously at her from crowds. Nowhere had she met them intimately and individually. So it was that the royal lady es caped one October day to see for herself. Most dangerous. A queen,, alone, in a strange land. Henri was her only accomplice. He was to keep her whereabouts secret, and' to assure anxious attendants of heri return by nightfall. She was well in the country now.; How curving were these New Eng-.' land roads. Delightful just to follow the nose of her car. Bright autumn leaves scattered before the purring yellow monster. Pine woods cast- fragrant shadow. Here a leafy trail ran off the road. Her Majesty' stopped the car suddenly. She would leave the car and follow that path. She scuffed through drifts of fallen; leaves; she drew in the spicy air;’ she surprised a harvesting squirrel,, and laughed to hear him scold. An hour passed, and then the^jeweled watch on her wrist warned her. There was only this day. She sighed, and returned to the highway. No yellow car awaited her. Had she taken a wrong turn? But no; serve as storage value. Money bsre was a woodpile she remem- therefore needs to be stabilized to prevent the evils of great inflation or deflation. At an open meeting attended by a thousand or more, Senator E. D. Smith, chairman*of the Senate Ag ricultural Committee, discussed pending national farm legislation and urged farmers to attend the hearing his committee will hold soon in Columbia and give voice to their needs regarding farm leg islation. Farm Folk Must Help Rebuild Rural Life -XX- South Carolina Melon Season Disappointing Columbia, Aug. 21.—The Carolina watermelon season just closed was disappointing, with un usually low price levels, says Geo. E. Prince, chief of the Clemson College Extension Service Division of Markets. “The acreage planted to water melons in South Carolina this year amounted to 21,000 acres, an in crease of flVe per cent over 1936. Production, however, was estimated at 5,775,000 melons, an increase of 13 per cent over 1936. Yet carlot shipments in 1937 amounted to on ly 3,500 cars as compared with 4,- 200 cars in 1936”, Prince explains. “Unusually heavy shipments from Florida, Georgia, and South Carolina during the week ending July 10, 4,864 cars, resulted in such large supplies in the terminal markets tnat prices to growers were forced to extremely low levels. This heavy movement continued during the week ending July 17, 3,965 cars during that seven-day period. “Efforts were made by the Wa termelon Control Committee to stow down the movement and thus prevent market gluts by acclaim ing shipping holidays and limiting shipments to melons grading U. S. No. 1. However, watermelons con tinued to pile up in the terminal markets and prices continued to decline. This unusually heavy movement was caused partly by the lateness of the crop in north Flor ida and south Georgia and the earliness of the North Carolina Prices to grov/ers in the south eastern stages averaged around $259 per carload during the last v.ee£ oi June, but during the week enauig Jmy io averaged only $77 per car. Prince’s records show. The average per car for South Carolina our.ng U36 was $150 per car, but as many cars during the latter pait of the 1937 season failed to bung transportation and handling charges, the average for this year will be very low. Notwithstanding the disappoint ing season, the growers will no doubt want to continue the mar keting agreement which proved so beneficial to them during the 1935 a^c seasons, Mr. Prince thinks. Clemson, Aug. 28.—There can be a^gbund farming program only in sofar as determined by and par ticipated in by farm people them selves, sail Dr. Carl F. Taeusch, of the Program Planning Division, U. S. Department of Agriculture, speaking at the school for exten sion workers here this week. Put ting a law on the statute books to solve a problem, farming or other- I wise, is a most vicious American South' habit, he thinks. “Democracy means that every person must think and function as a responsible citizen”. Dr. Taeusch asserted in supporting the state ment made by D. W. Watkins, di rector of the Extension Service, in opening the program, namely, that “In working out our farm problems and building up a sound farm pro gram we must have economic de mocracy as we have political de mocracy. The people must help make our economic program.” Dr. Taeusch expressed his belief that it would be criminal to slow up our scientific advances in farm ing because we fail to solve our economic and social problems con nected with farming. Mrs. Julia Peterkin, of Fort Motte, speaking on A Woman’s View of the Agricultural Program, 'aid that the women are the prac tical people, the men are idealists, and indicated that the practical way out is federal control support ed by the people. “We must have intelligent leadership to meet our present rural needs”, she stated. She urged women to cooperate for removal of hard conditions that now burden rural life. Daffodil in Ancient Myths The daffodil is a very ancient Rower. We remember the old myth of Narcissus (plant family name for daffodil) who looked so long at his image in the limpid stream of Ar- cady that he was turned into a flow er. Many Greek and Roman poets have spoken of the narcissus, and it is believed that the flower which Virgil refers to in his Fifth Ecologue is the same narcissus poeticus which we grow, and which we admire so much. Milton, Shakespeare, Spencer and other early English poets speak of it. -XX- Thn “Steering Committee’* A “steering committee” is an in formal committee in each house of congress, dominated by the leading members of the majority party in the body, which determines the order in which business shall be taken up by the house. In the house of representatives the steering com mittee is practically synonymous with the committee on rules, which is vested with the power of report ing a special rule placing any im portant measure ahead of ordinary business. bered. And here were tracks of her car—yes—and here, other tracks— and footprints in the soft dirt of the roadside. It was some time before she reached the frightened conclu-, sion that her car had been stolen. No house appeared for what seemed a long time. Her feet grew tired, and the royal stomach ex perienced emptiness. Then she heard the plodding of hoofs on the macadam, and a horse and wagon appeared, driven by a slouching,. shirt-sleeved figure, a pipe sagging from a corner of his mouth. She raised a hand. The horse stopped. The driver removed his pipe, but not his hat, and spoke: ‘‘Goin’ far?” “My good man,” began the queen, “my car has been stolen, and I wish to find a telephone. Can you help me?” Dan Weatherbee hitched over on the seat. “Git right in. There’s a telephone at my house, 'bout a mile up.” Her Majesty waited for him to alight and help her, but he sat still. Finally she put a foot on the high step, and climbed in. “How’d happen your auto got stole?” She told him. “That so?” Laconically. “Lotta cars been stole round here lately. They ain’t stole mine yet, though.” He slapped the chunky horse with a rein, and grinned. “Have they, Dolly?” Half an hour later the Queen was eating a simple meal in the shabbily comfortable farmhouse of the Weatherbees. Henri had been guard edly telephoned to; he was on his way to her. Nothing to do but to make the most of this visit with what she assumed to be the “Amer ican People.” She gave herself the name of Mrs. John Merton (belong ing to a Western mayor) and made friends with sunny, round-faced Mrs. Weatherbee. “The Ladies’ Aid meets here to day,” announced Mrs. Weather bee. “We’re sewin’ for the Rubidian orphans. Do you sew?” So the Queen sat with the Ladies’ Aid and sewed for the orphans of her own country* She was aware of their interest; curiosity, perhaps. They would discuss her shrewdly when she had gone. The talk buzzed. Mrs. Parsons, a pudgy person, who sewed with nervous, jabbing move ments, and Mrs. Smith, tall, solemn, who sewed in graceful sweeps, ar gued about the new schoolhouse. Methods of conduct in scandal moved slyly through the conversa tion. Then the talk swerved to out side topics. The hurricane in Flor ida, the murder of Norcross, the Queen of Rubidia’s American visit. “They say she’s the most beauti ful queen in Europe, but I think she’s real plain,” said Mrs. Hoskins, who fell within the meaning of the latter adjective herself, and never would admit comeliness in her sis ters. The visitor missed a stitch. “So do I,” agreed a thin woman, with straggling hair. “But then you can’t tell by newspaper pictures. Myra’s was awful.” She always found opportunity to refer to the one day’s immortality that had come to Myra. “I read in the paper,” (Mrs. Par sons) “that she’s come after mon ey.” “That’s just talk,” defended Mrs. Hastings, fat, dominant; her rings sparkling. “Jim says—” The visitor listened, smiling a lit tle, white hands weaving her needle in and out. An automobile siren sounded, Mrs. Weatherbee hurried to the win dow. “I guess they’ve come for you. Mis’ Merton,” she said. “It’s been a real pleasure to have you with us.” The company nodded and smiled. And, walking in her stately, graceful way, the Queen of Rubidia passed from the room and from their lives, back to the splendid, prison-like structure of her life. p" VERY man involuntarily lifted ^ his hat to the radiance in Sonia Sidell’s eyes. Everybody instinctive- I ly felt that he knew Sonia, the min ute he saw her, whether he had met her or not. The saucy tilt of the diminutive nose, the delicately rounded, though firm, little chin, the “come hither” in the wide gray eyes, never provoked a hint of flirtation, but a comradeship that kept Sonia’s little feet dancing, and made life worth while for her. Sonia was the afterglow of the greatness of two sisters. There was Madame Vesta Sidelli of grand op era fame, and Lola Elliott Sidell, the novelist, whose books, a little bit daring, bordering on the sensa tional, gave society much to talk about. Both were married to their careers. That was why Sonia was married to Wayne Parks. She was tired of being an afterglow, of being pointed out as “the little sister of Lola Si dell—you know, the one who wrote THAT book,” or as “that’s Sidelli’s baby sister.” She was weary ml not being clever herself. So, be cause she was tired of all this, she was married to Wayne. At least that was what she told him, but, in telling him, she looked up at him with such adoration in the depths of her gray eyes that he didn’t be lieve her. He insisted on thinking that she married him because she loved him. The Parks were poor. Not the kind of poor that lives in slums and diets on bread and water. They rented a Colonial house in the sub urbs with a blue breakfast nook, and a white tiled bathroom. They had plenty to eat and drink. There was enough money to pay the bills, and Wayne’s prospects were prom-, ising. But in the eyes of Madame Sidelli, with her clear, cold, dia mond voice, and Lola Sidell, with her monthly rain of royalties, they were poor. However, that is be side the point! Wayne came upon the cards Sonia was painting one night when he stole upon her softly to surprise her with a bunch of orchids. She was tinting then at her little desk in the living room—splashes of water col or, violets that looked almost hu man, roses whose beauty might evoke tears, and a basket of fruit that would make any mouth water. “Why, Sonia,” he exclaimed over her shoulder, “you’re an artist, honey.” Sonia drew in her breath sharply, as though awakened from a dream. “Oh, these,” she' laughed. “These aren’t anything. Just fun. I’ve done these since I was af little girl.” He tilted her face up toward him. “Do you know,” he asked her seriously, “that you could become famous through those?” “I’m a lot more famous for my pot roast and my lemon meringue pie,” she protested. “If you like the little cards, I’m glad. I’m tint ing them for a card concern—just because.” Sonia was irrelevant, like that. It was not long before Wayne found out the wherefore of the “just be cause.” There was a baby. A dimpled, pink and white reproduction of Sonia. Their cup of happiness over flowed. And still Sonia tinted for the card concern. With the baby, gurgling and crowing, an interest ed onlooker, on one arm, Wayne often found her painting the little cards. Sonia kept her own counsel until one night when Wayne came home very tired from a hard day at the office. There was an air of sup pressed secrecy about the house. Wayne felt it. Sonia met him at the door. She hastily divested him of his overcoat. She pinned a towel over his eyes. “I’ve a surprise for you,” she explained, leading him down the hall. He felt his steps guided into the dining room. He tried to re member whose birthday it was, and hoped she didn’t have a crowd there for him to entertain. “One, two, three! See!” He saw. Resting against a huge vase of flowers, it stood. A paint ing of the baby in her little porce lain tub. clad only in her pink and white loveliness, her tiny face ra diating smiles, her small, rose-petal hands reaching for the elusive, float ing soap. “Leigh & Sanford, the big plumb ing concern, has offered me $5,000 for this,” she giggled happily. “Mr. Sanford was here today about the shower you wanted. But I told him he couldn’t have it.” “Why, Sonia,” he demurred. She leaned her head against his shoulder. His arm went readily about her. “I—I didn’t want to commercial ize your baby!” she told him. “Be sides, it’s your birthday today. This is your present from baby and me. We are going to frame it for you.” Yes, Sonia was an afterglow. The two sisters were explosively expres sive in their indignation. Think of the money! Sonia was an idiot! She didn’t even think of the baby’s fu ture. Sonia ignored most of their in dignation. “The baby’s father is taking care of her future,” she said, tranquilly, surveying her work through nar rowed lids. “We are calling the picture ‘Radiance.’ Don’t you think it’s a good name, rather?” By EDITH STONE © McClure Newspaper Syndicate. WNU Service. \4 ARTHA PRESTON stirred on the small cot. She reached for the silver watch in the chair. Half past six! Why, she must have slept all night! She drew herself up cautiously—careful to make no sound—and peered anxiously at her husband on the bed. He was sleep ing soundly and easily. Mrs. Pres ton slipped quietly out of bed and into the next room. She wove the last hairpin into her coil of thick, brown hair, and unfolded a fresh pink-and-white gingham dress. She had ironed it at nearly midnight the night be fore because Joe liked it better than any of her others and it pleased him to have her wear it.. In going downstairs she chose the front way because the carpet would muffle her footsteps. She opened doors and windows to let in the sweet morning air. The hens were cackling in the hen coop and the little bantam rooster was practicing his new crow. Sambo, the big, black cat, got leisurely out of his basket under the kitchen ta ble ; stretched; opened a rosy mouth in -a wide yawn and followed his mistress out on to the porch to take in the milk. A folded slip was tucked under the milk jar. The bill. “Good gra cious!” Mrs. Preston exclaimed. “Another month’s bill and the last one still unpaid!” There were six unpaid grocer’s slips hanging on the pantry door; the last bottle of medicine had not been paid for, and now the rent. It took no intricate arithmetic to determine the Prestons’ financial status. When Joe stopped working the money stooped coming. That was all. It was five weeks now since the fever had laid him low. At first there had had to be help with the nursing; an expensive man for con sultation; many sickroom requi sites. Their little savings were get ting perilously low. But she wasn’t going to think about it at all! Joe was slowly but surely pulling back to health and strength. That was all that mattered. It was her faithful nurs ing, the doctor had said, that had done as much toward saving his life as he himself had done. “He’ll be weak and probably a bit childish,” he told her after his yes terday’s call. “Humor him. Just make him as happy and comfort able as possible. It won’t be long now before he’ll be up and about again.” Martha laid the breakfast tray on the table and tip-toed up to the bed. Joe was awake. He smiled up at her and held out his hand. “You look so pretty in that dress,” he said weakly. “And, say, Marty, aren’t there some pieces of that for the quilt?” Though he worked 'mid the grime and dinge of iron and steel, Joe Preston was at heart an artist. His chief hobby was his flower gardens. He used every available inch of space for them. Martha had started a patchwork quilt of sunburst pattern, and now in his weakness the thing became a real joy to Joe. He would have his wife lay the gay colored pieces all about him and he would point out the combinations that he wanted put to gether. He could hardly wait for the afternoon hour when, with Mar tha’s morning’s work done and he having finished his midday sleep, they would work together on the quilt. “Sunbeam quilt,” Joe called it. “Sunburst,” his wife corrected. “No-siree!” Joe declared. “Sun beam! It’s sunbeam to me, any way.” “If it isn’t just like you, Martha,” her sister Susan declared, “to waste all this time on that quilt! You could get home work from the over all factory and earn quite a bit while you’re dallying with that quilt.” “I know. Sue,” Martha Preston replied; “but if Joe should see me doing that, it would put him right back. He isn’t strong enough yet to realize what an expense it all has been. And,” she added, “the quilt gives him so much pleasure. Passes the time, you know.” “Well, just the same, you ought to be earning,” Susan insisted. But Grandma Noble understood. She had lived a long time and she knew a whole lot of things that sis ter Sue did not. She lived a little way down the street. She diligent ly collected scraps from her daugh ter’s and granddaughters’ dresses and little Nellie brought them over in a neat white box. The outside of the quilt was near ly done on the day when Joe’s Uncle John came to see him. Of course, Joe wanted it brought out and put on show. He had gained strength and was able to laugh with Uncle John over the pastime of his con valescence. “Well, now, see here!” Uncle John exclaimed. “Get that put to gether, Martha, and let me enter it at the county fair. I’m in on that; you know, and there hasn’t been a quilt entered so far that can hold a candle to that.” And so the quilt found its way to the fair. A few weeks later the Prestons opened a long business looking envelope and read that $150 had been awarded them as first prize for the quilt. “Well, didn’t I tell you all the time it was a sunbeam quilt?” Joe asked. _' n ■ i ——— Fujuunes SoufHees Was Discovered by Accident j Pommes soufiflees, the gastro-i nomic creation, was discovered by! accident because a train was late, reveals a Paris United Press cor respondent. This accident occurred in Saint Germain en Laye, historical town 1 near Paris, about a century ago. A banquet was to be held in Saint' Germain for the bluebloods ^who were passengers on the first train; to run between this town and the capital. Louis Philippe, ruler of France at the time, was at the station to welcome its arrival. Collinet, the famous chef, who was to prepare the banquet, knew that the king liked fried potatoes, so he endeavored to prepare some 1 to the best of his ability. When the train failed to arrive on time,, he took the potatoes off the fire for fear of drying them. When the guests were finally an nounced, Collinet put the potatoes; back into the butter upon the fire.j Suddenly the upper crust expanded and turned golden. Collinet was heartbroken, thinking he had spoiled' his monarch’s favorite dish. Unknowingly, Collinet had dis covered the famous pommes souf- flees, now served the world over —but it required the palates of the princely diners to make him aware of his triumph. Many Ohio Counties Are Named for Prominent Men Many Ohio counties were named af’er famous military commanders and prominent men that figured in early history. Meigs county, the site of some of the earliest settle ments, was named in honor of Re turn Jonathan Meigs, Jr., the fourth governor. Gallia county derived its name f rom the Latin for ancient France. T t was the French who originally settled within its boundaries, their arst town being Gallipolis (City of the French). A story is often told, states a writ er in the Cleveland Plain Dealer, that the first French scalp taken from a member of this Gallipolis colony by a young Indian brave was so strongly scented with perfume “that the wind went love-sick” and the chief of the tribe to which the brave belonged continually sniffed at the trophy in utter amazement. The other Indians envied the proud warrior and immediately set out in quest of similar grisly relics. This gesture was quickly followed by a rapid increase in the number of br’d-headed Frenchmen, dead and alive, in that section. P.reeds of Horses From Abroad ' The breeds of light horses, origi nating abroad and imported to this country, include the Arab, the Eng- Ych racehorse, or thoroughbred, the h'gh-stepping hackney and the C oveland Bay from England; the ivietland pony from the north of Scotland, the French coach horse a-d the German coach horse. In addition to these recognized breeds ‘here are the Orloff trotter of Rus sia. and the dun pony of Norway, hath of which are distinct breeds, ‘hough not often seen here. Three breeds originating in the United "■aces are recognized by the Bu- . ec u of Animal Industry in Wash- ir.gicn. Of these the Morgan is the oldest, the remarkable foundation s re to which all of the thousands of registered horses trace back, hav- ng been foaled in Springfield, Mass., n 17 )o. In the middle decades of the last century his progeny were more -ought after than those of any other home. Crowing Tree as Memorial I other Burbank was born March • 1349. A growing tree in Santa “osa. Calif., marks his resting ' nirce. “The plant mind is subcon scious, but it is there,” said Bur dock. It responds to environment. Plants can feel. A shudder runs hrough the forest with the flames. Some plants permit insects of only a certain type to take away their pol'en. The mind of the hop vine inspires it to wind around the pole in but one direction. Expansion and contraction of cells in plants are heart beats—14 a minute. Plants are our distant relatives. Cheese Wizardry Cheeses, every epicure recog nizes, rely for their distinctive fla vors on a fungus called penicillium. Its function is to create the mold without which most cheeses would be distastefully anaemic. Included in its family group are innumerable sub-varieties, each with a singular characteristic. Those famous Roque fort caves in France, where millions of cheeses ripen annually, are in fested with Penicillium Roqueforti, and its presence acoounts for this local industry’s world-wide reputa tion, according to London Tit-Bits Magazine. Coil of Snakes The rattlesnake is typical of the snakes that coil before striking. As soon as it is alarmed, it throws its body into a coil, with head raised a little above the rest of the body. When ready to spring, the muscles of the upper part of the snake are suddenly contracted, so as to straighten the body abruptly and thrust the head forward in a direct line. As the upper part of the body only is employed, the snake never strikes at a greater distance than one-third to one-half its length.