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McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, SOUTH CAROLINA • Thursday, January 2T, 1944
Halsey Makes His Report to Grandchildren
Admiral Halsey, leader of the United States naval forces In the
Southwest Pacific, makes a report to his grandchildren on his activities
of the past few months. This picture was made at the home of his
son-in-law, Preston Lea Spraunce of Centreville, Del., where Halsey vis
ited during a recent leave. v ^ ,/v
U. S. Soldiers Watcli Aussie Allies Yob
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American soldiers in New Guinea watch as their Australian bud^r*
exercise one of the rights for which the Allies are fighting—the righ’ « :
vote. Lieut. Larry Drake, the unit’s electoral officer, supervises " ~
voting which took place on New Guinea. Corp. A. E. Tierney is sht'.'>.
signing the envelope which contains his ballot.
Ground i orce Uiict
An ler’s Dream
Lieut. Gen. Omar N. Bradley
who has been selected to lead tht
rapidly growing American grounc
forces in the British Isles. As sucl
he becomes one of the team o
European invasion leaders.
U. S. Visitor
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A Romance in Roses
By ELIZABETH G. GRAY
© McClure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service.
Dream of an angler come true
is this tarpon on display at the 20th
Annual Sportsman’s Show in Bos
ton, Mass. Model Mildred O’Don
nell of New York also looks to be a
good catch.
“When this war is won, we see!<
a world of peace and freedom and
stability. But no nation can eith
er make a satisfactory peace or
eotablish a stable government, —
I — while the stomachs of its peo
ple are empty and while they lack
I evrn the basic necessities of life
and decency.” — Herbert Lehman,
director United Nations Relief and
Rehabilitation Administration.
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M EHITABEL SOPHIA P E R-
KINS, spinster, opened her
'ivory enameled Colonial door, in
answer to the deep thud of her an
tique brass knocker that gave such
atmoy.phere to her rose-trellised
cottage.
“Land sakes,’* she said, “if you
book agents must pester the heart
of me all day long, why not use the
rear door like other venders?”
A -broad, good-natured smile an
swered her. ‘‘Now, ma’m, who
could resist entering under an arbor
of such glories as these? Who could
forego a tilt of that knocker, just
to hear its music? Who—”
“You may cease your levity and
state your business,” said Miss Met-
ty, somewhat softened by the praise
lavished on her special pride.
“You guessed it, ma’m, ’tis books
—not ordinary books, but all the
beauties of thought and nature for
centuries passed, compiled in one
book to intrigue us just as sure as
these roses drew me to your door.
Rare gems, ma’m, songs that ‘could
wake to ecstasy the living Lyre!’ ”
“Rigmarole! The liars I come
across daily don’t need any in
centive to keep awake,” she re
torted tartly.
Ignoring such rank heresy, the
agent became so much more elo
quent an exponent of the poets that
are and were that Mehitabel gave
in to the spell of his words; the
years dropped from her; she felt
young, thrilled.
“I saw Hamlet,” she barely
breathed. “You are much better
than he was. Why don’t you quit
peddling books and do that?”
“ ’Tis a thought,” he said. “And
I will send you a front row seat for
my opening night.”
“Oh,” she gasped. “It would be
wonderful. I’ll buy a book to re
mind you of your promise.”
Should he allow a guilty con
science to spoil a sale? Never. All’s
well in love and salesmanship.
His leave-taking held a suggestion
of Romeo and Juliet. Mehitabel
sighed and thrilled. She gazed at
the receipt as though it were her
first love letter.
The book of verses came at last.
The blood raced to Metty’s face as
she scanned the pages for some per
sonal message. Fool! she cried to
herself; but even so her austerity
became softened as the winter wore
on and soring awakened her roses
from their long sleep. Then came
a morning when the first of them
had burst into bloom. A booming
voice hailed Mehitabel as she was
working among them.
“A letter for you. Miss Mctty,
from the theater. Now, who could
that be frpm? Think of going on'
the stage?” and he laughed uproar
iously at his own joke. “Whole
town’s wondering what it’s all
about.”
A strong will alone saved Mehita
bel from fainting as the blood
pounded in her head and throat.
“Won’t hurt any to let ’em won
der a while longer,” she said as she
took her letter. i
Once alone she opened it. En
closed was a theater ticket and a
scrawled note, which read:
“To Miss Mehitabel Perkins, from
Robert Butler.
“Upon her advice I have assumed
The tragic role of Hamlet;
I am with hope and fear consumed—
-Tonight, I toss the gauntlet.” -
Miss Metty’s trirh little figure was
the first in the theater that night.
Her program told her that Robert
Butler came third on the list. She
never knew what the first two num
bers were about. As the curtain
rose above the din of harsh dis
cordant music on the third act, her
taut muscles sagged ard slumped;
she’ metaphorically withered. Am
bling awkwardly across the stage
her hero dropped sprawling into a
chair reminiscent of the Elizabethan
period. Clad grotesquely in a cos
tume of the same period, with a
tall silk hat atop his head, he fired
the house.to roars of laughter with
his burlesqued soliloquy. He was
called and re-called. He was a suc
cess.
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“Immediately after the war, as
during the war, *farmers will face
voracious markets for all they
' can produce. Except for possibly
a brief lull during demobilization,
employment in the United States
will continue at high level as men
shift over from making tanks and
airplanes to making autos, house
hold equipment and homes.” —
Writer in USDA Bureau of Agri-
j culture Eeonomics.
Mehitabel Sophia Perkins, spin
ster, opened her old Colonial door
in answer to the thud of her an
tique knocker* amid a small show
er of rose petals.
“Lands sake,” she exclaimed,
“it’s you.”
“Yes, M’am,” was the inane re-
piy-
“As long as you are here you
might as well come in. I can see
you’ve got something to say, and I
want to thank you for the theater
ticket to the show.”
“Was it as bad as that, honest?”
“Worse!” she said bitterly.
“I didn’t sell very many books,”
he began. “I kept thinking of what
you said, and the roses and the
sweet peace of it all here. I de
cided to give your suggestion a try.
I was a joke. They thought I meant
to be, so I exaggerated the offense
and built on that foundation the act
you saw. They said they’d try me
out. You know the rest. It is a suc
cess financially. It would give us
plenty to live on and we could live
too, Mehitabel, for your old age.”
For a moment Miss Metty gasped
for breath, then, with a swift flutter
ing movement, she arose, smoothed
her immaculate apron and made a
hasty retreat, saying,
“Lands sake, our tea is boiling,
and I do hate boiled tea.”
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A “black-out” of radio in South Carolina
would leave a bigger gap in the Jives of
our fellow citizens than most of us
realize. We can look back to a time
when radio was just a new-fangled gad
get that sometimes worked — but today
it would be hard to look ahead to a
world without it.
To nearly a quarter of a million homes in
South Carolina—that’s about 1 out of 2
— radio regularly brings its air-borne
cargoes of entertainment and informa
tion. Operas and quizzes, variety shows
and newscasts, comedies, war stories,
symphonies, farm hours, dramas both
real and make-believe, lectures and
dance music — they’re in our living
rooms at the turn of a dial.
To bring us these varied programs and
the advertising of their sponsors South
Carolina has 12 radio stations broadcast
ing from 8 different towns and cities.
Many of the programs are local in
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origin and interest—others go on the air
from all parts of our nation, from micro
phones set up at the furthest corners of
the w’orld, and are brought here by the
5 networks serving South Carolina.
We South Carolinians, whose job it is to
keep Greyhound buses rolling across
this State of ours, feel that we’re helping
to make near neighbors and good neigh
bors of all the towns and cities we serve.
Our buses link these communities to
each other and to the rest of the Nation.
We feel that radio, in a quite different
way, is also doing much to bring closer
together the people of our State and of
our Country. Such unity is all-important
to our full-scale, full-time war effort.
BREYHOU