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McCORMICK MESSENGER. McCORMICK. SOUTH CAROLINA Thursday, November 11, 1937 Congressman Taylor Civil Service Exami- WU1 Close His Office nation Announced At Anderson Latter p or Senior Vet- Part Of This Week erinarian Anderson, Nov. 8.—Making plans to return to Washington for the special session of Congress which starts November 15, Congressman John C. Taylor announced here to day that his office here would be closed the latter part of this week and all communications to him af ter this week should be directed to his Washington office. Congressman Taylor has main tained an office here since the latter part of August when Con gress adjourned. He will open his Washington office on Monday, No vember 15, and expects to be there as long as the special session h sc ;. Persons having matters which they desire to call to his atten tion personally should do so be fore the end of this week, he joint ed out. The United States Civil Service Commission has announced an open competitive examination for the position of senior veterinarian (animal disease research), $4,600 a year, in the Bureau of Animal In dustry. Applicants must have com pleted a course leading to a de gree in a college or university with majer study in veterinary medicine, and in addition, must have had certain specified experience. Full information may be obtain ed from the Secretary of the United States Civil Service Board of Ex aminers at the post office or cus tomhouse in any city which has a post office of the first or second class, or from the United States Civil Service Commission, Wash ington, D. C. *N0 MORE HOME G •mrmENEui< fUCE'fl’GRAPH wv m» m MJK K E ' C ClauSSenS Mot* and mor* women are tailing each other •bout CLAUSSEN’S Famous Silver Label Cakes. They re made ol the very finest ingred- •*®t* • • baked skillfully. They’re light . .rich -j • delicious. Order any one of the 12 varie- tfts from your grocer today. r’" at T«ea •••cis's -■ ClauSSenS HLVER LABEL CAKEI L 1JK E '■> Y 0 V B A K % i SAVE 2/3 Ike Cost of Driving-Going by GREYHOUND STROM’S DRUG STORE, Phone 95 McCORMICK, S. C. I find I can travel three miles by Grey hound at the cost of driving one mile in my own car—and it's a small one at that! Be sides there’s no driving strain, no worry, just solid comfort the Super-Coach way. Anderson’s Department Store November Sale On Fall And Winter Merchandise NEW LOW PRICES ON FALL GOODS, Dresses, Coats, Suits, Hats, Shoes, Sweat ers, Melton Jackets, Overcoats, Men’s and Boys’ Suits, Underwear, Blankets, Dress Goods, Hosiery, Hats, Caps, Raincoats, Outings, Bathrobes, Pajamas, Gowns, Hunting Pants, Hun tins: Boots, Boot Sox. v - V-/ New Low Prices on Work Clothes. Join the Crowds that are buying at onr store. Anderson’s department Ston Greenwood, S. C. Garden Work For Novcmb^i Since November is the month dur ing which relatively little gardei work is usually done, at this time we should not underestimate the value of a good all-year garden. From the standpoint of dollars and cents the garden area, acre fo. acre, is unquestionably the most valuable spot on the farm. It has been only a relatively short time since Science discovered the exact constitutents or elements of vegetables that have the power of pro moting growth and health. Tnesc important elements found in veg tables, and especially in leafy veg- tables, are vitamins and mineral salts, and experiments in human and animal nutrition have proved their importance for good growth and health, especially in the case of children. Likewise, the food spe cialists tell us that the diet should contain a certain amount of bulky food. Vegetables meet these re quirements in the form of fibre or cellulose. Hence, authorities in food and health recommend the use of a supply of vegetables in the diet each day. While no discussion is here given it is well known that fruits of the many kinds have similar virtues. The growing of good gardens throughout the year is largely a habit. Many have recently develop ed this habit and have found the home garden not only profitable, but a source of pleasure and hap piness. Now is a good time to begin thinking and makng plans for the 1938 Spring Garden. The garden of course should be located in close proximity of the residence on ac count of convenience. But on the farm where plenty of land is avail able, change the location of the next year garden if possible. This is highly desirable in order to avoid or lessen the damages of insects and diseases of the vegetables. Some vegetables should not be grown in the same soil two years in succession if best results are to be expected. If possible to change your garden location, it should be very desir able to immediately apply broad cast over the new soil stable ma nure (and maybe complete com mercial fertilizer) and turn or break the land deeply before the winter rains set in. If the soil is strongly acid, an application of Dolomitic limestone or basic slag should also be given, especially to the portion of the garden soil where such crops as cabbage, peas, spinach, and beets, etc., are to be planted, as those vegetables will not tolerate ( an excess of soil acidi ty as will other vegetables like the Irish potato for instance. Properly care for all the winter vegetables that you now have in your garden. Such crops as carrots, beets, parsnips, and salsify can be left where grown and dug as want ed. Fall beets and carrots later in the season should have a light fur row (or covering of soil) thrown over the beds, because these crops are somewhat susceptible to severe cold. If your sweet potatoes have not been harvested, they should be taken out of the ground imme diately, and properly stored. Cultivate your late planted turnips, spinach, and mustard, etc. Matured green tomatoes that have not been injured by frost, if picked and properly stored wiL furnish for a considerable time a supply of this vegetable for the ta ble. Make arrangements for the plant ing of a few rows of strawberries in your garden. It is a favorite fruit, and is the first fruit of the season. CITATION OF LETTERS OF ADMINISTRATION The Talking Skeleton Dy NANCY RHODES © McClure Newspaper Syndicate. WNU Service. STATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA, County of McCormick. By J. Frank Mattison, Probate Judge: WHEREAS, Mrs. Sudie P. Ed munds made suit to me to gran her Letters of Administration of the Estate and el fecis oi ^iio. fc»us>^ G. Palmer: THESE ARE THEREFORE, to cite and admonish all and singular the Kindred and Creditors of the sa c Mrs. Susie G. Palmer, deceased that they be and aoncar hptofp in the Court of Probate, to be held at McCormick on November lotn. 1937. Next, after publication hereof | at 11 o’clock in the forenoon, to I show cause, if any they have v' 1 the said Administration should no! be granted. GIVEN under my hand, this 1st day of November Anno Domini , 1937. J. FRANK MATTISON. Probate Judge. F OUL, bloody murder had been done, for there on the boards lay a skeleton, bone-white and grin ning horribly. The Great Detective gazed on it reflectively, picking burrs off his trousers meanwhile. “For sale,” said an oily voice at his elbow. The Great Detective’s meditative eye traveled up the bulging form of old Lewis, who owned the pawn shop. “For sale,” repeated the old man, “and you’ll go a long ways before you’ll find a niftier skeleton for seven dollars and ninety-five cents.” He rubbed his hands and cackled. Reggie McWhortle sighed, and the murder he w r as about to reconstruct for his own pleasure dissolved in the mellow October Sunshine. Dragged back to reality and Lewis’ little pawn shop on Main street, he continued to speculate idly about the skeleton in the window. It was not the first time that it had sprawled there, mute testimonial that Doc JEllis was broke; but never before had it lain in the window for so long a period. Usually Doc re deemed it before old Lev/is had held it a week. Reggie decided to grow ut> to be a rich relative like Aunt Hortense. But he wouldn’t sit in a dark room like she did with her bony fingers on a table top calling: “Henry, Henry, where are you? Are you happy? Can’t you answer me, Hen ry?” That was surely a dumb thing to do with Uncle Henry dead more than a year. Papa thought it was dumb, too. He had told mamma that if Henry had jumped from the frying pan to the fire he wasn’t very anxious to get in touch with the pan again. The skeleton was still on the Great Detective’s mind as he sat at the dinner table eating his crackers and milk. Across from him Aunt Hor tense munched heavily and played her toady eyes around the table. It was too bad to waste good skele ton money buying presents for peo ple like Aunt Hortense. “Shall we try to get in touch with Henry tonight?” asked Aunt Hor tense with her hand on the switch. Papa made a little moaning noise in his throat as the lights went out, and Jane grabbed her coat and started downtown. The Great De tective left the three grown-ups in the darkened sii/.ing room and went upstairs to his bedroom. He counted the money in his bank again. Eight dollars. Doc Ellis would buy the skeleton back any time. Surely Doc Ellis would • get eight dollars together before Christ mas. Mamma need never know there was a skeleton in the house. No one would ever know. He would be careful. A fellow wasn’t a detec tive for nothing. He crept downstairs and made a dash for the street with the eight dollars clutched in his hand. The house was still in darkness, except for the faint light in the upstairs hall, when the Great De tective crept stealthily up the garden path an hour later with something white and faintly gleaming under his arm. Old Lewis had wrapped the skeleton in brown paper, having first tried unsuccessfully to do it up in a suit box. As he neared home, Reggie unwrapped h i s treasure gloatingly. There was a spring in the middle that made it bend and unbend frightfully. On the piazza he held it at arm’s length, admiring its horrible gleam ing length against the blackness of the house. What couldn’t a fellow do with a classy skeleton like this? Why ... A scream cut thinly through the night. Then he heard Aunt Hortense’ voice calling, “Hen ry! Henry!” “He’s on the piazza,” she moaned. “I see him! I see him! Oh, Henry, speak to me! Is it you? Are you all right?” Henry wavered. Then: “It’s me,” he said faintly. “I ain’t complain- • » »f , in • “Have you any message for me, Henry?” came Aunt Hortense’ voice through the half-opened living room window. This apparently gave Henry time to think. He moved nervously back and forth in the darkness. “You better go home,” he said at last. “Go home and stay home.” Then he bent sharply double and disappeared. A jumble of things happened the next morning. Aunt Hortense left on the 7 o’clock train. Mamma went to bed with a nervous headache. Papa sat scratching his chin in a puzzled way. Just before school t me, Doc Ellis appeared on the Y azza. Reggie rushed out, but Papa got there at the same time. “Well Doc,” he said cordially, “how are you?” “I’m lookin’ for my skeleton,” said Doc. “Old Lewis told me he sold it to Reggie last night. I’ll I uy it back from him for $10. That’ll ) ay him for his bother of lugging it up here, won’t it?” The Great Detecfive brightened, then wilted. Ten dollars was not to be sniffed at, but to part with a classy skeleton after he had just bought it . . . But Papa was look ing queerly at him. “Go get Henry,” he said mean ingly. “And here’s another dollar for dragging him across the piazza last night.” Apple Sauce By MARY POWER © McClure Newspaper Syndicate. WNU Service. T HE last peal of thunder rever berated faintly and Iris sighed relivedly. During a two days’ steady downpour she had been coop&d up in the big house with Mimi, the maid, for company, and the two young collies, Nip and Tuck. She had taken down and skimmed through many volumes from the well-stocked shelves in grandfather Douay's splendid old library. This morning a much-thumbed diary of her late grandmother’s helped while away the dull, drab hours. Several pages were devoted to grandfather Douay’s favorite reci pes. Evidently the old fellow had gourmandistic tendencies for such quaint things as “Taffaty Tarts,” “Raspberry Ripple,” “Mint Julep,” and “Rosemary Snow,” were re corded. “Douay’s Favorite Apple sauce, flavored with Mint and Cay enne Pepoer,” bore this criptic mes sage: “Through inadvertence the pepper was added, but Douay smacks his lips and, like Oliver Twist, cries for ‘more.’ . . Must be the cayenne! ... So the recipe stands. It is woman’s prerogative,” wrote the wily Caroline Douay, “to employ every known artifice to keep ensnared the man she truly loves.” Iris giggled. Eternal feminine—her esteemed grandm.a. She closed the book and, jumping up, opened wide a window. The fog was lifting and she noted that the storm had played havoc with neigh bor Garvey’s orchard, Dwight’s precious apples, great, luscious things, literally carpeting the ground. Dwight, she knew, was de pending on the apple trade to help finance an operation on a trouble some hip, grim reminder of active days acrosss the water in 1918. It was Iris’ coaxing that had kept Dwight carrying on at the old farm when, after his mother’s death, he had been tempted to sell out. Iris had suggested building a roadside cabin, and in addition to the sale of fruit, specializing in duck sand wiches, which had since made him famous about the countryside. Skirting the orchard, she ran up the path toward the little brown house. Dwight, she knew# had planned to harvest his fruit today. He was standing on the perch smok ing disconsolately, but his face light ed up at her approach. “I’m out of luck, that’s all,” dry ly. “A cool thousand.” “Couldn’t you sell them as sec onds?” brightly. He shook his head. “Windfalls?” ’Twouldn’t pay to gather them.” “But,” persisted Iris, “couldn’t we make pies or dumplings, or apple butter? Oh, I know,” excit edly, “grandma Douay’s apple sauce, served with your duck sand wiches!” “Applesauce?” Dwight laughed. “I’m closing shop Saturday—” “Yonder come the pickers,” in terrupted Iris, crisply. “Put them to work immediately. Phone Mimi to hustle up here and to bring an armful of mint from my garden. Hurry. Your fire is o. k.—smoke’s curling out of your chimney and I smell roast duck. U-mm. Got any cayenne? Good! Fifty mill patrons due pronto.” Opening the door of the house, she smiled gaily at him. “I’ll find your mother’s aprons.” Followed a bustling among pots and pans. Kettles of applesauce — most tempting-looking. Fragrant! Iris suggested giving each customer a sample with his duck sandwich. Art ful minx!—so like her grandmother Douay. For the patrons, like the grizzly old Douay himself, liked its snappiness, and, smacking their lips, begged for more. All afternoon there was a steady stream of cus tomers to partake of it. Nightfall found her flushed and radiant. By Saturday they were on the last of the crop. Five hundred gallons ordered by a noted chef in town! And Jackson, the big apple grower from up-state, coming! Iris was jubilant. If Jackson wanted grand mother Douay’s recipe he’d pay —handsomely! “We are $2,000 to the good,” Dwight had confided that morning. Iris was still thrilling at the “we” when Jackson arrived. “I’ve come for the recipe,” beaming. “Hanged if my curiosity ain’t t.roused! Ap ples all down and I’m crazy. Got a sample handy?” "Certainly,” indicating a gener ous “sample.” “We’ve sold thou sands of gallons, and still filling or ders. It was my grandmother Dou ay’s recipe,” proudly. “Taste.” He tasted. “What’ll you sell the recipe for?” “A thousand dollars,” promptly. “Attaboy—sold! Scribble it,” suc cinctly. She was shedding Dwight’s moth er’s voluminous apron when Dwight appeared. She waved aloft Jack son’s thousand. Dwight was nonplussed. Quoth he: “Your grandmother Douay was a wonderful woman. They say she MADE your grandfather.” “Undoubtedly.” Folding the apron in two. Iris went behind the door tc hang it up. “You see. she loved grandfather,” her voice slight!} muf.'.cd. a womrm. Dw'ght will do—much—for the man sh< truly loves.” He strode forward “Iris!” “Dwight!” mockingly. Yet a l shy and wistful withal. That was all. Cut it was enou^ Th-e Great EfFaccr Ty NANCY RHODES © McCJuro Ne-vcnaper Synd.cate. WNU Service. AN ADVERTISING woman, apt phrases came easily to the tip of Hannah Hewitt's facile pen. Ev ery experience brought to her mind, a slogan, a quotation or a plati tude. So, as she sat in the shining mahogany and plate glass office pro vided by Limberger and Sons, “the most complete department store ini Massachusetts,” for their advertis ing manager, her firm white hand scribbled a phrase on the clean blot ter before her. “Vengeance is mine,” she wrote-. “Vengeance is mine. Mine. Ven geance.” Strange that she should feel so free from all emotion, when, just beyond the polished mahogany door waited the man who had ruined—; well, perhaps not ruined, but cer tainly thwarted her life. She had no" doubt that the man had come to< look for a job as copy writer. Well,, let him wait. The shock of seeing, her behind this desk would be ther keener for his having stared tense ly for five minutes at the closedt door. Let him wait as she had waited! that morning 10—or was it 15 years- ago? Time had a way of skimming by as one grew older. It seemed but a short time since she and John' Schumaker had been young, in lover,, and engaged. John had wanted to rn arry her before she had known him a month. Impetuous, hot-head ed John. Consent to live today and. let the future worry along by itt- sc!f. But Hannah had shown him that it would be folly to get married be fore he had another raise in- salary and had salted a thousand dollars- away in the bank. John had pro tested passionately at first but hadi finally agreed. If John had been steadier things- wouldn’t 1 ave been so bad. But there was no pinning John down to* routine. One might as well ask the west wind to punch a time clock. He; threw up his job one day in a fit of pique and was forced to accept an other at a slightly lower salary afteir a month or two of idleness. That: next spring he had sailed for Ha waii, leaving a note for Hannah', explaining that he had gone stale* a”d that Ike money spent on change* of scenery and clime' was well invested, for he would come back primed for the biggest year of his; cc’cer as star copy writer of his ofFce. John came back changed. Han nah was frightened. There was nothing she could put a finger on and say: “It is here. Here is the* difference. He no longer docs or* says this or that.” Hannah awakened on her wedding morning with a sharp fear in her- heart. Small unpleasant incidents- rrevvded her mind. . . times when* John had tr ; ed to tell her some thing and she had held him off im panicky knowledge that what he was about to say would hurt her. Even before the clock ticked relent- 1 csr’v past the hour when he was suptl.cd to call for her she knew he weu’d not come. “Send Mr. Schumaker in now,” she said to the girl who answered i the buzzer. j He came in almost timidly. A •all t’onde man whose shoulders dropped in a beaten way. His blue near-sighted eyes blinked in sur- nr'se as he recognized Hansah. A dull red crept under his sallow skin. To her amazement Hannah felt herself getting to her feet, her hand gripping his cordially. “I’m not even angry,” she thought wonder- mgly.” “Th : s is mighty decent of you, Hannah, after everything,” said! John Schumaker. “Let’s lay that ghost, John,” Han na it heard herself saying kindly. He shrugged and made a gesture with upturned palms. “I’m looking for a job. Got to have one. A man with four kids can’t afford to be too finicky.” “How old are your children?” she asked in an awkward silence. He was off. It was as though someone had lighted a lamp behind' his undistinguished features. There was a snapshot of them, a soiled snapshot he carried in his pocket. And Carrie, his wife. She was a wonderful girl. Nothing worried her. She could laugh even his um- emoloyment off. “It was a rotten trick.” He switched suddenly and Hannah' knew that he referred to his deser tion of her on that day so long ago. “But you’d never been happy with me. I’d driven you crazy. I could see it. I knew how things would be if we got married. I can’t plug. Hannah. I can’t be tied too hard and fast. There’s something in me" that flares now and then. You would’ have been unhappy. . . ” Hannah nodded wordlessly, know ing that he spoke the truth. They sat silently for a few minutes, then; Hannah took a card from a pigeon hole and wrote rapidly across the brek. “Take this over to Watkins of P'r-ck and Black’s. They need a. 00 ->y man. You’lL get the job.”' After he had gone she sat staring- ir ‘ eeingly before her while the yel- v ; ,7 pencil traveled over Friday’s; j., e dummy. “Time heals everything. Every thing. .. .” she wrote. “The great ef- fucer. The great effacer.” And she felt, suddenly very old anc tired..