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THE SUN. NEWBERRY. S. C- FRIDAY, AUGUST 4, 1939 Nation’s Best Trotting Horses Again Meet at Historic Goshen Since before the Revolution, Goshen, N. Y., has been the cradle of American harness horse racing. Hambletonian 10, lineal grandfather of the trotting strain, ran over Historic track about 1850 and today Goshen boasts a second track. Good Time. Here, on August 9, is being run the thirteenth annual Hambletonian classic, a memorial to the breed's progenitor. Above: A typical racing day scene at Good Time park Below: Lu Princeton, de scendant of Hambletonian 10, bows at his grave. A familiar sight along the shaded streets of Goshen are the trottin r horses on their way to one of the two tracks for daily workouts. The monument in the background is to the memory of Henry tfisner, member of the first and second continental congress. Although the community of 2,900 souls now rests almost under the shadow of metro politan New York City, its unspoiled charms still thrill lovers of this distinctly American sport. Each year’s Grand Circuit season and other races bring them flocf/cing even as England’s famous Derby brings turf enthusiasts to hallowed Epsom Downs. ADVENTURERS* CLUB HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELFI “Another Molly Pitcher »» H ello, everybody: Today’s soul-stirring tale of a brave little mother who was deathly afraid of guns, but afraid of nothing at all when corpora tion hirelings tried to grab a piece of her home, is the Battle of Monmouth all over again. You remember, or do you, how in that important engagement at Freehold, N. J., away back on June 28, 1778, Molly Pitcher took the place of her husband, John C. Hays, an artilleryman, after he was wounded, and served his gun, thus preventing its capture by the British. That’s a yarn that every red-blooded American gets a kick out of every time he reads it! It is mighty comforting, I want to tell you, to know there are Molly Pitchers in every generation, stepping forward fearlessly to take the places of their men when necessary. Just such a woman is today’s distinguished adventurer. Meet Mrs. John Doolin, of Lemont, 111., who did a good job at writing her story, one that makes you feel all warm and proud of our womanhood. They call women the weaker sex. O yeah? Just put their backs to the wall. If you want the proof, read how Mrs. Doolin, single-handed, whipped a rather high handed corporation that seemed to be trying to put over a fast one. Not long after a railroad came through the village of Lemont, where the Doolins had their home, there were a number of acci dents on a sharp curve close to the Doolin property. The com pany wanted to straighten the line by putting it across the Doolin yard. Surveyors staked out the new right of way; workers appeared and began digging. John Doolin ordered them off. Then he took the first train to Chicago and there consulted his good friend, Attorney Alexander Sullivan. Actions of Company Held Illegal by Attorney. Mr. Sullivan told him the company had no right to put its line on Doolin property without permission. But, he continued (and here’s the catch), if the company succeeded in erecting the poles and stringing Above: An enthusiastic am ateur driver is Mrs. E. Roland Harriman, whose husband is president of the Grand Circuit and owner of Historic track. Driving Calumet Eric, she is shown here trying out a style of sulky popular before 1892. the year in which the modern, small-wheeled bike sulky was first used. The new type of sulky, much faster and more sturdily built, is seen at the right over the heads of lolling spectators. Her finger was on the trigger and she was all set to pull it. the power wire, the only thing Doolin could do would be to go to court. John Doolin didn’t have any money to pay for long years of litigation so he beat it for home, resolved to keep the company off his premises. There, sticking up in the lawn, was a nice new pole that had been put up while he was in the city. John sawed the pole half way through. Then he borrowed a rifle and ammunition from a neighbor. A few days later, on a bright June morning in 1903, a policeman appeared with a warrant charging John Doolin with destroying public property. John marched away with the law, leaving three children cry ing, a wife on the verge of it. No sooner was John Doolin out of sight than a crew of workmen swarmed on the place and began digging so furiously you would think they were being paid a dollar a shovelfull. Was little Mrs. Doolin going to let them get away with it? Up to the attic she hurried. There, for getting she shivered at the very sight of a firearm, she took from the wall a shotgun that had hung undisturbed for many years. With her children clinging to her and crying again, she opened the window shutters, and rested the ancient fowling piece on the sill. Then, in a cold fury, she called down to the working men: “Throw down your tools or I’ll shoot!” They stopped working and began to kid her. Foreman Orders Men to Take Gun From Her. Then one bully, who appeared to be the foreman, ordered: “Come on, guys, let’s go up and take it away from her.” Mrs. Doolin leaned a little farther out of the window and lifted the rusty shotgun. “The first man who takes a step toward my house gets shot,” she called. “Now all of you drop your tools or I’ll start shooting.” And boys and girls, Mrs. Doolin meant exactly what she said. She was a determined mother, protecting her home and babies in the absence of her husband. Of course, she thought the gun wasn’t loaded, but her finger was on the trigger and she was all set to pull it if any one of those men made a move in the di rection of the house. But their tools went down. The workmen sensed this was real drama, not a comedy, and they became sober. One spoke up to say the company had sent them there to rush up a couple of poles. Plucky Mrs. Doolin then explained to them that they were on her property, that the company had not asked per* mission to use it nor offered to pay for it. Well, sir, when those men got the low down on the proposi tion they took off their hats and cheered. “You win, lady, you’re a game guy,” they told her. “We aren’t doing any more digging until you get a square deal.” With that they picked up their tools and went to town. Mrs. Doolin had won her battle, but would the men be back tomorrow? Would the company have her arrested for threatening its workmen? And what had become of her husband? Officials Refuse to Prosecute Doolin. Pondering these questions, Mrs. Doolin went to the door and was overjoyed to see her husband coming up the walk. He hadn’t been in jail at all. The policeman had taken him before a justice of the peace, but no one in the courtroom was willing to prosecute him. He thought he understood why he had been taken away on a charge no one would press when Mrs. Doolin told him the men had been back. But when she told him how she had pointed the shotgun at them and really intended to pull the trigger, he felt a little faint. For that old gun was loaded! Well, there was one thing about the old-fashioned corporation, it always knew when it was licked. The very next morning the worries of the Doolin family were over. Right after breakfast two suave lawyers called to say how sorry they were it had happened. There had been a mistake. The company was willing to pay a good price for the land. And they paid, right on the line, thanks to the little woman who didn’t know when she was licked. (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) Odd Book Operations Some unusual operations are per formed on ancient books and manu scripts in a special laboratory at Moscow. Two thousand Chinese scrolls taken there for treatment were moldy and partly stuck togeth er, and of fragile paper. An elec trical table was made for them, and by charging them to a high poten tial with static electricity they were opened up successfully. Turkish Chrome Ore Chrome ore, source of chromium, is important among the mineral re sources of modern Turkey. Discov ered in 1848 by J. Lawrence Smith, an American, the history of its ex ploitation was indefinite until the rise of the present government. Un der the vigorous action of the Repub lican regime, production has grown from practically nothing in 1923 to over 200,000 tons in 1938. A President’s Attendance Caused Flurry of Excitement in Church One Sunday during the summer <4 1917 the President suggested that we drive quietly over to Vir ginia and attend the service at the Pohick church, which was the place of worship of George Wash ington. When we arrived, the lit tle edifice was well filled. Mr. Wilson, my brother Randolph and I were escorted to the Washington pew, given prayer books and left to ourselves. The service over, we were accompanied to the door by a member of the vestry and permitted to depart without any of the crowding about which usually attends the appearance of a Presi dent in public. Also I was im pressed by the large congregation, for it was raining. Afterwards Mr. Jervis, one of the secret service men, asked: ‘M” for Noon According to the United States Naval Observatory 12:00 M is al most universally used to desig nate 12:00 o’clock noon. M in this connection is an abbreviation of “Meridiem,” the accusative of the Latin “meridies,” meaning mid day. “May I tell you a story?” This is the story: Knowing our plans, Mr. Jervis had reached the church at 9:30, finding it closed and not a soul about. At the nearest house he inquired whether there was to be a service. The man did not know, but said that the preacher was holding Sunday school at his own home and that Jervis might in quire of him. At the minister’s house Mr. Jervis found a young man instructing a group of bare foot girls and boys. Jervis asked the man whether there would be a service at the church, because the President had intended to come. “The President of what?” asked the clergyman. “Of the United States,” replied Jervis. The minister looked at his caller sorrowfully. “Young man, are you ill?” he asked. Jervis showed his badge, adding that the President and Mrs. Wil son were due in an hour. The minister clapped his hands. “Chil dren, Sunday school is dismissed. All of you run home and tell your fathers and mothers the President is coming to church and I want a good congregation to welcome him.” Then he turned to Jervis. Wise and Otherwise If your garden ia fooling yon, give it a few diga in return. Women can give everything with a smile and take everything back with a tear. Every dog baa hia day, aaya the proverb. And, judging by the row in my back garden, every eat baa her knight. “Parents are often a hindrance Us children in a career," says a judge. Perhaps—but the children could hardly start a career without them. A aeaside worker tella me he eeta 12.50 a day for picking up litter. A tidy aum? Did the guy who aaid “honesty ia the best policy” ever try telling the boss what he really thought of him? Hank says his wife’s new diet has fairly took her breadth away! “Young man, I must shave. You run over to the church and tell the sexton to ring the bell— vigorously.” At the church Jervis found the old sexton opening the door. He gave the minister’s mes sage. The sexton’s mouth stood open for a minute. Then he said: “Here, you ring that bell. It’s just outside in a tree. I got to go home and shave.”—Edith Bolling Wilson in The Saturday Evening Post. „«>>SALE» rv'w ' / / / *1 7trc$lotieS 'home a»d auto supplies^ SAVE v* " SOz vjk ON HOME AND AUTO supplies/ LlAA ITED ^95 SEE YOUR NEAREST FIRESTONE DEALER OR FIRESTONE AUTO SUPPLY AND SERVICE STORE Firestone Tires made in the Firestone Factory and Listen to the Voice of Firestone with Richard Crooks, Exhibition Building at New York World’s Fair, , Margaret Speaks and the Firestone Symphony Also visit the Firestone Exhibit at the Golden * Orchestra, under direction of Alfred Walhrnstein, Gate International Exposition at San Francisco. Monday evenings. Nationwide N. B. C. Red Network.