Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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THE SUN. NEWBERRY, S. C, FRIDAY, AUGUST 11, 1939 Tloyd, ADVENTURERS’ CLUB HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELFI “Death in the Eeltrap H ello, everybody: A fisherman takes his living out of the water, and at times the water is pretty generous. But it’s a treacherous element when it wants to be, and there are times when it takes back more than it has given. Sometimes it drives a mighty hard bargain. Judd O’Rourke, of Hartford, Conn., made his living for eight or nine months by wheedling it from the Saco river in Maine. Judd didn’t take any too much from the river. Darned little more than he needed to live on. But when the river came around to collect, it wanted Judd’s life in payment for those few months of subsistence. It was in the spring of 1929 when Judd started to wrest a living from the river. He was digging clams and fishing for eels, down at the mouth of the stream. Eel fishing took quite a bit of equipment. One set line alone cost about eight dollars for material and a day’s work putting it together. A set line is a long rope, with weights on it every 20 feet to keep it down at the bottom of the river, and three or four hundred shorter lines attached to it at intervals. The shorter lines are baited to catch the eels which swim along near the bottom of the stream on their way out to sea with the ebbing tide. Set Line Anchored by Concrete Blocks. Judd’s set line stretched clear across the river. It was an chored by concrete blocks a few feet out from either shore, and at one end there was a float that told Judd where he could find it when he wanted it. Ton never take a set line entirely out of the water. When you want to gather your catch, you haul the line up at the buoy and work your way along it in a rowboat, pulling the line up in front of you and letting it fall back in the water behind. All through April and May, Judd made his living digging clams and tending his set lines. And then, on the morning of June 7, Old Man River presented him with a bill for what he had taken. The bill was for one human life, and Old Man River didn’t pull his punches when he started collecting them. That morning, Judd and his friend, George Croft, were rowing out to some mud flats for bait. On their way, they passed one of Judd’s set lines and stopped to see if there was a stray eel or two on it. Judd George was hauling him down—not up caught the line at the buoy, pulled it up, and started working along it toward the other side of the river. He worked along until he was about half way across, and then the line stuck. Judd figured it was caught on a snag on the river bottom. Try as he would, he couldn’t pull it up, so the two men gave up and rowed on to get their bait. But on the way back, Judd be gan thinking that he didn’t want to lose a new eight dollar set line and decided to have a try at diving for it. The river was only about 14 feet deep at low tide, and all the clothes Judd had on were his boots and a pair of old pants with legs cut off at the knees. He took off his boots, and then tied the boat’s anchor rope to his waist and gave the other end to George Crcft to hold. That rope was for safety’s sake. The waters on the Maine coast are ice cold, even in June, and if Judd got a cramp he wanted George to be able to haul him up. But sometimes the contraptions we rig up for our safety are the things that do us the most harm. Judd Finds Where His Line Is Snagged. Judd dived. He found his line and began working his way toward where it was snagged. He found the place. An old water-logged tree stump, rolled downstream by the current, had lodged on top of it. Judd couldn’t budge the stump. His lungs were bursting, so he rose to the surface. The only thing he could do now was to cut the line on each side of the stump and save as much of it as possible. Taking his fishing knife he dived again. He reached the bottom, cut the line on one side, and then, after rising to the surface for another breath of air, he went down again. But this time, he miscalculated his distance. He reached bottom on the wrong side of the stump and had to work his way around it. “That took a few precious seconds,” says Judd, “because now the current was becoming stronger and it was getting increasingly hard to hold my feet on the bottom. But at last I found the line. I cut it quickly, doubled my knees under me and shot toward the surface.” Anchor Rope Caught on Bottom. But Judd didn’t reach the surface. He shot up about five feet, and then stopped with a jerk that took the air out of his lungs. That jerk scared Judd. “The first thing I thought,” he says, “was that a large squid had me. To this day I don’t know why I should have thought that, for the largest squid I have ever seen weighed only a pound and a half. Then I looked down and saw that it was the anchor rope, tied to my waist, that was holding me. I knew it must be caught on the bottom, so I grasped it and hauled myself downward, hand over hand.” Judd’s lungs were aching now. The air was gone out of them, and he knew it would be a long time before he could untangle that rope and get to the surface. Would he make it? Well—he was doing his best. That 10 feet of rope seemed like 500. His heart was beating and his head was spinning. At last he reached the point where the rope was snagged, and then—calamity! As he reached the snag, the rope suddenly tightened, drawing him up close against the stump. Up in the boat, George Croft had picked that moment to become alarmed and try to haul Judd out of the water. And with the rope caught in the snag, George was hauling him down instead of up—down to his death! Judd began to struggle. But the rope only pulled him closer to the stump. It was so tight that Judd couldn’t possibly free it from the snag, and there weren’t many more seconds left in which he’d be able to free it. His lungs were bursting and his stomach felt as if it were turning inside out. He began swallowing water—and at that moment he thought of the knife he had brought down to cut the set line. It was in his belt. He got it out, cut the rope—and that was the last Judd remembered. When Judd woke up, he was lying in the bottom of the boat, and George was giving him artificial respiration. George had had the scare of his life when the rope suddenly went slack and Judd’s body had come to the surface and then started to go down again. He had fished Judd out with a gaff and then worked over him until he brought him around again. (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) Portugal, Former World Power, Begins Recapture of Prestige [PORTUGAL GUINEA IDAMAOI [Mozambique! ISLANDS OF SAO TOMt Dancing Cops Rehearsing clog steps on the sec ond floor of the police station at Lynn, Mass., in preparation for their annual minstrel show, a score of bluecoats abruptly halted their terpsichorean endeavors. “Guests” in the first floor cells complained of the noise. Jails Are Similar Portuguese prisons of today are similar to those early Philadelphia jails. Iron bars before the windows of the prisons in Portugal prevent escape of prisoners, but permit the offenders to talk with acquaint ances in the street and to receive food and cigarettes ——Speaking of Sports Jimmy Dykes, Miracle Man, Revamps Sox By ROBERT McSH»iNE /-^NE of baseball’s present minor miracles is the way in which the White Sox have managed to keep well up in the first division of the American league pennant race. The Yankees, of course, are right at home in top position. First place is. automatically theirs by virtue of DiMaggio, Dickey, Gordon, Rolfe and Selkirk—not to mention the strongest pitching staff in either league. Number two position is held down, logically enough, by the Red Sox. They reached that status through the aid of Foxx, Cronin, Grove, Wil liam^ and a few more of like caliber. But it’s not in the book for the Chicago White Sox to be in their present position. With the exception of Luke Appling, there are no big names in the Sox line-up. And, in cidentally, Appling isn’t having his best year by any means. There are additional reasons why the Sox should relinquish their first division spot. The services of Mon ty Stratton, their best hurler, were lost to them through a hunting acci dent. They have been minus the services of their regular second baseman most of the season, and Hank Steinbacher, rookie hitting JIMMY DYKES sensation of last year, is batting less than .200. Their catching staff is as green as it is ambitious. Regardless of logic, the Sox re fused to be downed. And there’s one outstanding reason for their present position in the American league scheme of things—that’s the trading genius behind their success—Man ager James J. Dykes. Successful Trades Four men are largely responsible for the surprising showing of the White Sox. They are Gerald Walk er, Eric McNair, Joe Kuhel and Mike Tresh. Each of the four was added to the roster through the trad ing enterprise of Manager Dykes. The Chicago swapping king got Walker and Tresh, along with Mar vin Owen, from Detroit in a deal for Dixie Walker, Tony Piet and Vernon Kennedy. Walker has driv en in enough runs this season to take third place in the league, be hind Ted Williams of Boston and Hank Greenberg of Detroit. He is getting regular, and excellent, serv ice from Tresh. Detroit, on the other hand, retains none of the original three men they drew in the six-man swap. Dixie is now with Brooklyn. Kennedy was traded to St. Louis, and Piet has re tired from baseball. * Eric McNair came to the Sox from Boston in return for Boze Ber ger. McNair’s hitting ability has been more than welcome by the Sox. Since joining the Red Sox, Berger has worked only as a sub stitute. Dykes picked up Kuhel in a trade which sent Zeke Bonura to Wash ington. Kuhel had a poor season in 1938, but hit his stride this year. In the meanwhile Bonura was waived out of the American league. His departure from Washington left Bucky Harris talking to himself. Second Rate? The Sox have more than their share of supposedly nondescript, shop-worn players. Mike Kreevich, center fielder, was turned down by the Cubs; the Red Sox couldn’t use Pitcher Johnny Marcum; the Ath letics rejected Rip Radcliff, reserve outfielder; George Rensa, second- string catcher, was first tried ’ by Detroit, and many others were found wanting by other clubs. But those shop-worn baseball art ists have managed to win ball games, and in winning have had more fun than any other team in either league. They seem to get a tremendous kick out of playing ball and act as though the pay check is a secondary proposition. No other team has the hustle and the spirit of the Sox. What they lack in me chanical playing ability is made up for in the old college try. Baseball addicts throughout the country are anxious to see the Sox come through. Since the unforget table scandal of 1919, the Sox have been riding in hard luck. Maybe luck has changed for the better. Sport Shorts NE of the longest baseball games on record was played at Eagle Pass, Texas, July 4, 1926. Two local teams started playing at 10 a. m. and played until 7 p. m., when the game was called at the end of the sixth inning with the score 129 to 119. One of the short stops made 24 errors in one inning . . . Ted Lyons, veteran White Sox hurler, says the four toughest hitters he ever faced are A1 Simmons, Charley Gehringer, Jimmy Foxx and Bill Dickey . . . Joe McCarthy says that managing the All-Star team is a headache—because he has to try to please all eight cities . . . Davey O’Brien, quarterback for the All-Star football game, worked his way through Texas Christian doing janitor work . . . Carl (Swede) An derson, Indiana university line coach, recently exhibited his pack of fine fox hounds at a Kentucky dog show, and won several honor able mention prizes . . . Grover Cleveland Alexander calls Pat Mo ran of the 1915 Phillies the best manager he ever played under . . . Joe DiMaggio, who recently wrote a piece for Collier’s magazine, says Mel Harder is the tough est pitcher for him to hit. A friend com piled his average against Harder—it was only .210 at the time of writing . . . Largest known price paid for a horse is $300,000 given for the famous French thor oughbred, Nearco . . . Only 71 players have made a total of 2,000 or more hits during their careers, according to a survey of the 64 sea sons during which batting statistics have been kept . . . Baseballs cost big league clubs a dollar each, and an average of 25 are used each day . . . The Washington Senators’ home games will not be broadcast next season, according to Owner Clark Griffith . . . The late J. Louis Comiskey, who owned the Chicago White Sox, hit safely in 25 consecu tive games while in high school . . . Tube Thompson of Augusta, who led Little Nineteen pitchers for three years while playing for Illinois Nor mal, is under contract to the White Sox. Lightweight Golf T OHN Q. GOLFER can’t expect his caddy to become very enthusias tic about an invention which will, if it becomes popular, probably relieve him of his job. The new gadget is a golfing kit, and its inventors expect it to replace the conventional and cumbersome set of clubs and the heavy bag. The kit is so Resigned that it requires only one shaft to which is attached the head needed for each shot on the course. The outfit weighs some four pounds as compared to 14 pounds for the bag. A Chicago golf pro experimented with the kit and found it practical. The club heads are all arranged in slots and a zipper compartment pro vides space for balls. The club heads all screw onto the single shaft, and the experimenting pro found that the heads provide a firm hit ting surface. When the club head meets the ball the impact serves to tighten the head since the golfer is hitting against the groove of the screw. The length of the shaft is not ad justable, but a compensating factor makes the putter properly short and the distance clubs suitably long. The hosel length controls the entire club length. The hosel on the putt er is practically non-existent, that for the three iron and woods is extreme ly long. That the kit will ever attain a high degree of popularity is doubtful. Most golfers will prefer the conven tional set of clubs. For the travel er, however, it means freedom from a bulky bit of luggage. For the golfer who prefers to play without a caddy the new set eliminates a heavy, unwieldy bag. Luckman Signs S ID LUCKMAN, Columbia univer sity’s triple-threat half back, has finally decided to play professional football with the Chicago Bears. With the signing of Luckman, the Bears have two of the three out standing passers of this year’s col lege graduating class. BUly Pat terson had already signed with that club. The third man, Davey O’Brien of Texas Christian, belongs to Philadelphia. George Halas signed a great play er in Luckman. His passing record is one of the best. Last year he threw 132 passes, completing 66 for nine touchdowns and 866 yards. He completed 10 out of 17 forward flips against Yale for 169 yards. In 92 times carrying the ball he gained 428 yards, averaging 4.6 yards each attempt. Luckman is six feet tall and weighs 195 pounds. He possesses all the physical requirements for star dom, and Halas will give him ample opportunity to trying his band at carrying as well as passing the ball. The Ivy league lad didn’t leap at the chance to turn pro. He seemed to take much greater pride in his academic training than in his ath letic ability. It took quite a bit of persuasion to get him back in mole skins, and sighs of relief were dis tinctly audible when he affixed his signature to a two-year contract. (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) New Life Stirs Historic Homeland of Ancient Trade Builders. Prepared by National Geographic Society. Washington. D. C.—WNU Service. Four centuries ago Portugal changed the map of the world by her epochal achievements in discovery. The vast wealth that poured into her treasury did much to shape th- course of European affairs. No unsupported bombast was the title assumed by the monarchs; “King, by the grace of God, of Por tugal and of the Algarves, both on this side of the sea and beyond in Africa, Lord of Guinea and of Con quest, Navigation, and Commerce of Ethiopia, Arabia, Persia, and In dia.” Then, too, there were the Azores, Madeira, and gigantic Brazil, whose riches proved even greater and more permanent than the commerce Portugal pioneered in the Far East. But lean years came. Energetic Netherlands traders captured many of the Orient’s markets; Indian monopolies vanished; Brazil waxed strong and became independent. Wars, internal confusion, and im provident rulers contributed further to her decline. During the last cen tury Portugal has seen much of eco nomic depression. New National Life. In the past 10 years, however, new life has stirred in this historic nation. Though less spectacular than sailing the seas in search of the mysteries of Africa or the wealth of the Indies, Portugal’s program of rehabilitation has been scarcely less impressive. Today new foundations have been laid in the Estado Novo, or New State. Portugal has been able to maintain a balanced budget. Ports, roads, municipal corporations, civic welfare, schools, and public enter prise have felt the quickened pulse beat of the new order. Leader of this government is Premier Antonio de Oliveira Salazar. A few years ago roads were hard ly more than marks left by the an cient, wayward wanderings of itin erant oxcarts, and were alternately deep with mud or choked with pal lid dust. Now they have surfaces of gravel or stone. Side-stepping mules and lumber ing oxen are still the chief hazards to fenders in rural districts, but the motorist who blithely swerves round a comer without giving warning may hit something harder. For there are buses, and an increasing number of trucks. Many New Highways. Passenger vehicles now operate on more than 5,000 miles of major highways—this in a country only 350 miles long and 125 miles wide. In recent years they have carried enough people to approximate two rides yearly for each of the 7,260,000 inhabitants. Walking, however, is by no means a lost art. Seeing women, graceful as Greek goddesses, with heavy wa ter jars or baskets or produce perched on their heads emphasizes that fact. Most market-going peas ants still ride flop-eared donkeys rather than “flivvers.” Although progressive innovations increase, traditional customs and Old World scenes prevail. A visit to Portugal savors of a pleasant in terview with the gracious occu pants of a historic family manor. As your ship steams into the Tagus rivger (Tejo) at dawn, you have the feeling of moving along a hallway filled with treasured heir looms. On your port, a slender ray of sunshine, piercing a cloud, seeks out the quaint waterside tower of Belem—half Moorish, half ornate Manueline in design—which s.ands as a symbol of Portugal’s early ventures beyond the seas. Golden Age Beauty. A short distance beyond rears the dome and white stalagmitic spires of the old Monastery of Jeronymos, an artistic crystallization of the country’s Golden age opulence. There, in a tiny mariner’s chapel that formerly occupied the site, Vasco da Gama and his crew said prayers the night before they hoist ed sail to beat around the Cape of Good Hope and blaze the sea trail to India. There, beneath lofty arches in one of the transepts, his body now rests. Another of Portu gal’s heroes also shares that quiet: Luis de Camoens (Camoes) whose epic poem, The Lusiads, sang of the doughty Vasco. High on the opposite hills loomed the remains of old forts and crum bling castles, appearing like faded PORTUGUESE POSSESSIONS. Here is the world-wide extent of PortugaVs empire. Four hundred years ago this tiny nation changed the map of the world by its achievements in discovery and ex ploration. Modern Portugal is now attempting the comeback trail in the field of world prestige. paintings through the morning hue. At the end of a seven-mile-long cor ridor the Tagus broadens into a wide marine anteroom. Greeks, Phoenicians, Romans, Moors, smd visionary Crusaders, as well as hardy Portuguese navigators, have anchored their stops along its shores. Here have come rich argo sies, bearing spices, silks, and por celains from the East, and gold from Brazil. Armada’s Port of Call. From these waters, in 1588, when Portugal was a vassal of Spain, saUed the Invincible Armada to suf fer defeat by British force and rag ing storms. Some of the boats that ride there today, like the craft that came to the Tagus of old, have up turned Phoenician prows or the slop ing lateen sail of Arab dhows. As you swing into the lakelike es tuary, a freshening breeze conspires with the mounting sun to sweep away the obscuring fog from Lisbon, as if a curtain has been suddenly drawn aside. Lisbon, or Lisboa, as it is locally called, is the nearest continental capital to Washington, D. C. It is approximately the same size and lies at almost exactly the same par allel as our national capital. In- LEADER. Antonio de Oliveira Salazar is PortugaVs present pre mier. He is leading the nation in its struggle to regain the prestige once possessed by Portuguese sea men. stead of a “city of magnificent dis tances,” however, Lisbon is a city of magnificent hills. This five-mile multihued pano rama of cliff terraces rearing above the Tagus invites comparison with Naples and Istanbul. As back ground it lacks a Vesuvius or the spearpoints of minarets; yet it still achieves the spectacular with its bright buildings, sprawling palaces, subtropical gardens, and old fort. Historic Sights Abound. Between the somber battlements of St. George, once a Morrish strong hold, and the modern wharves more than eight centuries of visible his tory are spread in impressive ar ray. Many other centuries, dating .back to Phoenician and Roman oc cupation, have been covered by its growth. Once ashore, we gain new per spective of the city’s hills. Instead of the single curved range that ap pears from the harbor, there are several separate eminences. Lis bon spreads over more hills than did ancient Rome. And they are steep er. Venture away from the Praca do Commercio, the Rocio (Rossio), and the long Avenida da Liberdade, which cleaves the city in half, and one must climb. Motorcars take circuitous routes, and even then often have to growl up in low gear. Tramways and cog wheeled cars run everywhere, but they climb uncanny slopes and twist around unbelievable corners. On the narrow, precipitous streets men are stationed at each curve with paddles painted red on one side and green on the other to flash stop and go signals, for passing is im possible. CLASSIFIED DEPARTMENT FEED AND SEEDS CHEAP FEED S3, SSTnTfnTSVS sample. MVOSO grows almost anywhere. Won derful feed. ATLAS SOD CO., ST. LOUS, MSu POULTRY BRED FOR PRODUCTION: Dseko RAISED FOR PROFIT: Chleks SOLD BY QUALITY: TerLeye STARTED CHICKS: Peseta MILFORD HATCHERY; 1 £“5{;£& OLD COINS COINS WANTED. Gold, silver, copper. Tell me what you have. L. E. ELLISON. Bex 497, Birmingham, Alabama. Jlsk Me .Another O A General Quiz The Qaeatione 1. What is the difference be tween an eclipse and an ellipse? 2. What is an ampersand? 3. Is black a color? 4. Does practice make perfect? 5. Which extends farther south, Texas or Florida? 6. What is the white part of the eye called? 7. Of what did our Constitution originally consist? 8. From where do we get choco. late? The Answers 1. Eclipse means to obscure, el lipse is a geometrical figure. 2. The symbol for the word “and,” as follows: &. 3. No, black is the absence cf color. 4. Possibly, if you are practic ing the right way. 5. The most southern point of the United States is Cape Sable, Fla. 6. The choroid, which is seen through the conjunctiva, which is the transparent membrane over it. 7. A preamble and seven artL cles. 8. From the seeds of the cacao tree. Have you noticed that In hot leather your digestion and elimina tion seem to become torpid or lazy? Your food sours, forms gas, causes belching, heartburn, and a feeling of restlessness and Irritability. Your tongue may be coated, your com plexion bilious, and your bowel action sluggish or insufficient. These are some of the symptoms of biliousness or so-called “Torpid Liver,” so prevalent In hot climates. They call for calomel, or better still, Calotabs, the nausealess calomel compound tablets that make calo mel-taking a pleasure. Calotabs give you the effects of calomel and salts combined, helping Nature to expel the sour, stagnant bile and washing It out of the system. One or two Calotabs at bed time with a glass of water,—that’s alL Next morning your system feels clean and refreshed, your head Is clear, your spirit bright, and you are feeling fine with a hearty appetite for breakfast. Eat what you wish and go about your work or pleasure. Genuine Calotabs are sold only In checker-board (black and white) pack ages bearing the trade mark “Calotabs." Refuse Imitations. Trial package only ten cents; family package twenty-five cents, at your dealer's (Adv.) Learn From History Examine history, for it is “Phil osophy teaching by Experience.” —Carlyle. Put Just “2-drops” la each nostril for quick relief from excessive nasal secretion. Ask for PENETROmmS For the Cause It is the cause and not the death, that makes the martyr.—Napo leon. Got MALARIA? If you have Malaria, you owe it to yourself and your family to get relief. Al> over the South—and in 21 foreign countries—Wintersmith’s Tonic is known as one of the oldest and most reliable Malaria medicines on the market. We believe you will agree this is proof of quality. For your own sake—TRY Winter- smith’s—and see, for yourself l WINTERSMITH'S TONIC H»N THIS PAPER A1 Simmons