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PAGE TWO FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 24, 1939 »vw 1218 College Street Newberry, S. C. O. F. ARMFIELD Editor and Publisher One Year .. $1.00 Published Every Friday Entered as second-class matter December 6, 1937, at the post office at Newberry, South Carolina, under the Act of March 3, 1879. AN EXPLODED FALLACY RECOGNIZE THE THREAT The idea that certain races are superior in every way to other races, and that they therefore are entit led to special rights and advantages is not a new one. It is as old as hu manity itself. Civilized peoples had gone a long way toward ridding their thinking of this false idea when Hitler revived it with his imaginary “Nordic” race, which has the sole right to rule others, especially the Jewish race. In recent news dispatches from Germany it is stated that Jewish physicians, scientists and teachers have been called back into service in Germany. As Secretary of Agricul ture Wallace epitomized the matter, “the racial situation in Europe is so confused that even the Nazi theor ists heve been appalled, and have found it necesary to retreat from the concept of a Nordic body to that of a Nordic soul.” Mr. Wallace, whose reputation apart from his official position is that of one of the foremost scientific stu dents of heredity, stated that “there is really no such thing as a pure race, in the sense in which the term is commonly used by fanatics, but the idea of a racially pure stock has great emotional appeal, and is also used for political and economic pur poses to fool many people.” And it is not only in Europe that fallacious claims, concerning men tally superior racial stocks are made, he pointed out. They arise where- ever people have different manners, habits and customs live in the same community. Differences in customs have no relation whatever to racial differences, nor have differences in religious beliefs and observances. So far, the common-sense of the American people has resisted the ef forts of foreign propagandists to stir up racial prejudices. We are not likely to have any more “witchhunts” such as we had during the World War No. 1, when everybody with a German-sounding name was under suspicion. But there is a steady pressure of propaganda being ex erted upon the people of this country in the effort to divide us into antag onistic racial groups. Nothing could be more dangerous ly un-American than that. • •••****•*•* • • • TWO SIDES TO EVERY « QUESTION By Lytle Hull “NOBLE EXPERIMENT” Where does Mr. Earl Browder get hi« information? In his recent out burst in Boston he is reported to have ascribed the anti-communist feeling in this country to FEAR OF A REVOLUTNON. Now this could •carcely be called a compliment to American intelligence. Mr. Browder has been keeping the wrong sort of company; he doesn’t seem to grasp the fact that the American public kaows how to read. He appears to take it for granted that the Ameri- aan laborer and farmer and mer chant and rich man, poor man, beg gar man and thief are ignorant of each things as the sordid inner warkings of that paradise called Cammunist Russia. The actual fact is, that the Ameri- oai people are the best informed, the hast educated and the most analyti cal ia the world. The American aerwspapers buy and print more than seven times the amount of foreign hows than is purchased by England, France, Germany and Russia put to gether. There are almost 15,000 newspapers spreading this news to 330,000,000 intelligent and interested people. Thousands of magazines and other periodicals help to inform us on just such matters as the internal condition of Russia since the dicta tor minority in that country started the “noble experment” of maintain ing its ascendancy by gently elimi nating every human being who even smelt like disagreeing with it. Nobody is ever completely satis fied. According to Milton they even had trouble in Heaven one time. The American farmer is not absolutely contented with his lot, but he knows, Mr. Browder, that there were once five million farm owners in Russia called Kulaks, and he knows that there are now no Kulaks.—and he knows what happened to them. He has been informed that the benevo lent government of Russia starved over three million farmers to death in the Ukraine as late as 1932 be cause they refused to raise and de liver the amount of grain, and other produce, which the government de manded as taxes and because they The continuing brutal aggressions of gangster nations abroad are arousing our people to the necessity of being prepared in a military sense for anything that may appear s a threat to their country. The awful danger of unpreparedness is being brought home to them by the ruth less thugs who are romping over Europe and Asia almost unhindered. As indicating that the American people are now aware of possible threat to their unprepared demo cracy, recent dispatches from Wash ington tell us that the war depart ment plans to raise a standing army of one million FIGHTING men. Last week’s Saturday Evening Post took up the cudgels for more adequate military preparation; A navy more powerful than the com bined navies of the major powers, a standing army of one million FIGHT ING men, national guard reserve of five million FIGHTING men, and an air fleet of FIGHTING ships whose numbers would darken the sun when they rose from the ground. WHAT TO DO WITH BROWDER, KUHN It is clear to the peopole of this land that Bari Browder and Fritz Kuhi are no longer fit to live in it. They have for years been engaged, unmolested, in practices against this country to which only traitors would stoop. The freedom they enjoy (When they are not in jail) comes of our constitutional guarantee that every tagrag and bobtail shall have his say. But both 0 f these foreign agi tators are now under indictment, one for stealing money from his bund buddies, the other for lying and forgery. It is to be hoped that both will be convicted and given life sen tences in the penitentiary. Men who despise the freedom which the United States government grants them, and go about covertly to un dermine and destroy by treason and force, its institutions, do not deserve to share the country’s blessings. They should be put behind the bars where they will have plenty of time to meditate on the precious article they have hated and lost—^freedom. Japan, situated as it is, with the I ocean bed dropping sharply away, I is a veritable earthquake center. ] The people live in constant dread I of quakes, and never become accus tomed to them, in spite of their fre quency. wanted to keep their own farms which belonged to their families for centuries. The American farmer, Mr. Browder, prefers his present life to forcible, starvation. The American laborer wishes for better things. That’s why he strikes. But he knows that he is the highest paid workman in the world and that the time will come when he will participate in the ownership of the company for which he works. He is a free man; he can work for whom he likes and he knows comforts, and a sense of independence, which the poor Russian will never see nor will ever dream exists. In hard times he is sometimes out of a job but he knows that hard times must invar iably be followed by better times and, in the meanwhile, under the govern ment which he and his fellow citi zens put in power or throw out, he never starves. He doesn’t like the idea of slavery, Mr. Browder, and if a slave driving minority ever got the strangle-hoold in this country which the tiny Bolshevik minority hold in Russia, he would be among the first to help destroy it. The number of Americans who own their own shops or their own small businesses, runs into big fig ures. They are informed people, Mr. Browder. They know what hap pened, not to a few, but to every single one of their kind in Russia. They are not entirely satisfied with their businesses—they would prefer to own the Standard Oil Company. But at least they would rather be boss of the corner grocery store at umpty-ump street than be shot against a wall because they have am bition and a few dollars in the bank. No, Mr. Browder, you don’t know the Ajnerican people. Get outside the fast disappearing slums of a few cities and meet some of the folks. You will find they don’t FEAR revo lution and communism—they HATE them. Go away, Mr. Browder; sell your papers somewhere else. We don’t want the sort of people who do funny things with passports to tell us what kind of government we shall have. THE NEWBERRY SUN Potato Will Reign For A Day In Clarendon By SPECTATOR Thomas M. Marchant Spectator joins the great throng who mourn the passing of Thomas M. Marchant of Greenville. Others will recall Mr. Marchant’s rise to high position in industry, as well as the recognition of his fellow indus trialists by calling on him for ser vice to industry as a whole in the State, and in the nation; still others will recall public services of many kinds; but Spectator remembers Thomas M. Marchant, the man, the appreciative reader, the encouraging friend, the helpful critic. Only last week he sent various magazines to this office, and from New York wrote two letters, one from his hotel, the other from the office of a business associate. One letter brought clip pings, the other—so typical of Mr. Marchant ... “I told ... all about you and I wish you would send Spectator to him.” Mr. Marchant was a thoroughly democratic spirit; he had no swank, no stand-offishness. One could not help but love him as a man. The late George R. Koester told me some years ago that he walked into Mr. Marchant’s private office, finding the door wide-open. In a few minutes one of the operatives came to the door and asked if he might see Mr. Marchant. Mr. Marchant invited him to come in, listened pa tiently to a long recital of a trivial matter and assured the operative of his immediate attention. When the operative left Mr. Koester said, “Tom, who do you bother about trifles like that? Why didn’t you tell him to see the foreman?” “Well, I want my boys to know that I am here on the job and that they can see me if they want to.” I need not add to that. I have been in his office, in his mill with him, in his happy home, in conferences with him oh public matters—always the same. He rang true and wholehearted in everything. I shall remember Mr. Marchant above all for his warm humanity. Others can tell the success story- the boy who made good and who radiated good fellowship every where. Miss Carrie Carson, Home Demon stration Agent of Clarendon County has given out some of the plans of the Potato Day program which the Clarendon Council of Farm Women will put on in Manning, Friday, the fifteenth of December. Mrs. Cousar, of Sardinia, Presi dent of the County .Council, will pre side and will recognize the distin guished guests. Among those invit ed are Governor Burnet R. Mayfoank, Senator E. D. Smith, Senator James F. Byrnes, Congresswoman Clara Mc Millan, Lieutenant Governor J. E Harley, Speaker Solomen Blatt, all the State officials; and many promi nent business leaders, among them L. V. Sutton of the Carolina Power and Light compary; which serves Clar endon, and Homer M. Pace of Charleston, C. Norwood Hastie—and others of Charleston. The tentative plan is to have a baked potato for everybody who cares to eat 0 ne—a real Clarendon superba, with syrup running down the sides, and the special potato dishes will be on exhibition, but will be served cafeteria style at a small charge to cover the cost of service. In addition to the many potato dishes there will be barbecue and rice, coffee and tea. Each community unit of the Coun ty Council is being asked to prepare certain potato dishes; but special groups throughout the county will bring special dishes, as well as ori ginal confections. Every Council member is being asked to contribute two dozen baked potatoes as a part of the general potato distribution. Raw potatoes will be on exhibi tion also, showing the varieties pro duced in the County. The Manning Boosters, led by their president. Jack Goldstein, will coop erate with the County Council of Farm Women, as, of course, will the Agricultural Extension Service un der F. M. Hast. •* Miss Carrie Carson is in general charge of preparations and R. Les lie Ridgill will serve as treasurer. While this is a County affair and non profit, whatever may be taken in above unavoidable expenses will be distributed among the community units of the County Council. Miss Carson is going about this with her usual capability and reports that the members of the Farm Coun cil are responding enthusiastically. Sunday ZA^yifL “Where is all this piosperity I read about all the time,” asked a farmer friend as we walked down Meeting Street in Charleston, passing the News and Courier office as the ques tion was asked. “I don’t know; I haven’t enjoyed any of it, yet, but being full of faith in the spread of the abundant life through the New Deal, I’m hopeful.” The News and Courier, having in mind its volume of advertising, seems to be waxing rich under the benign influence ra diating from Washington. “Well,” persisted my friend, “I’ve had a short crop of cotton and I sold at around nine cents. I am offered forty-five or fifty cents for a few bushels of sweet potatoes. I have several hundred bushels of com to (Continued on page three) REV CHARLES E. DUNN The Works of the Messiah. Lesson for November 26: Matthew 8:14-27. I Golden Text: Acts 10:38. John writes that, if all Jesus did should be recorded, “the world itself could not contain the books that should be written.” The lesson gives but glimpses of the works of the Messiah. But as a kaleidoscope pre sents varied patterns of color, the text changes from one scene to an other—each touched with the light of heaven. Jesus touched the hand of Peter’s wife’s mother, sick of a fever, and she arose and ministered unto her Lord. The evening came and all the city gathered before Peter’s door. And Jesus cast out evil spirits and healed many that were sick. Lurid lightnings flashed athwart the sky and played among the ebon clouds as a sudden storm swept over Galilee. Tumultuous waves beat upon the ship where Jesus lay asleep —until the disciples awoke him with a cry, “Save, Lord, we perish!” And the Master of the earth and sky “re buked the winds and the sea, and there was a great calm.” Small won der the disciples marveled, saying, “What manner of mrn is this, that even the winds and the sea obey him ?” Is it incredible that the divine Christ cast out devils, healed the sick, and stilled the waves of Galilee? He wrought miracles not for display but to relieve human needs. Two men expressed a. desire to follow Jesus but were not willing to pay the price. If we would share in his ministry, we must begin now And make any necessary sacrifice. The world needs the touch of healing sympathy from those whose faith assures them of the help of Him who, when on eart'., “went about doing good.” liSE <Mnd Autkoi^off^SUtef^4j!rT^jKhcb«2^ “Soup of the evening, beautiful soup,” sang the Mock Turtle of his own particular brand, “waiting in a hot tureen.” His idea of serving it in a big, dish striker me as being the best way there is, because se conds usually are the rule when soup is the main feature of a meal. If you make your soup starting from stratch, so to speak, you will want a soup-bone, if you are using a meat stock, and all the vegetables that furnish the savory, appetizing touch. The perfect soup-bone should be but one-third of its weight in bone and fat and the rest lean meat. Use a quart of water to every two pounds of soup-bone, Carrot,, turnip, onions and celery, together with such soup herbs as you prefer, season the stock. However, you may want to use canned soups, for then quick meals are possible. There are ever so many interesting ways of using can ned soups, not only as soup, but as sauces, and as the liquid in made main dishes. Then there is the trick of com bining two kinds of soup and get ting something else again. The com bination of chicken and mushroom is worthy a place on any company menu. Chicken and celery is another that is good, too. The next time you make baked beans, add a can of tomato soup and omit the equivalent of water. Casserole dishes gain distinction if a cream soup such as celery or mushroom is used in place of plain white sauce. Once you begin using soup you will be surprised how many delicious and interesting meals you can con coct with a small outlay of time and money. Soup, salad and dessert, filled in with rolls and a beverage, make a splendid buffet supper for a cold winter night. Get out your grand mother’s big soup tureen and Icdle, and let everybody help himself just like any other buffet dish, and your guests will be delighted. For a large party you might have two kinds— one a cream soup and the other a thin brown soup. ***** In order to give glass curtains a new, crisp look, put them through a very thin and very hot starch after rinsing. The starch must be perfectly smooth and just as hot as you can bear it on your hands. Then run the strips of curtains through the ringer, folding them and putting them through as straight as possible. This makes them much easier to iron. The lesser hop clover is considered the true shamrock of Ireland, but various other clovers and sorrels may be worn as the Irish emblem. Author of “How to Win Friend* and Influence People*** Men Are Only Human You’ve heard of William McChes- ney Martin. Jr., the president of the New York Stock Exchange. When I talked to him in his office on Wall Street, his desk was not cluttered up with papers and important docu ments. There was nothing but a small scratchpad. As he talked he held a paper weight in his hand. But it was not an ordinary paperweight. It was a stone. On one side was a copy of the Aztec calendar from Mexico. He said that this ancient calendar help ed him forget his troubles, for it made him realize that trouble is fleet ing and that time is eternal. When he is upset over some problem he looks at this paperweight calendar and remembers that this trouble will pass. Mr. Martin said that, as a student, he wanted to attend Yale, and to distinguish himself in athletics. His almost overwhelming ambition was to wear the letter “Y.” When he saw anybody with a “Y” on his sweater, he followed him down the street, almost worshipful. But he never had quite enough courage to go up and talk to so great a hero! At last, he arrived at Yale. Now was his chance. Too light for foot ball, he lined up with the baseball squad. He allowed nothing to keep him from practice. His freshman year passed, and he was not on the team. Came his sophomore year. He failed. Here he was half-way through college and no Y in sight. But he determined to have that let ter in spite of his failures. So he lined up with the tennis team. He was going to get on this team, if it proved to be the last thing he did in this world. Back in St. Louis, he had been a good player, but here he met for more dangerous competitors. He practiced batting balls against a wall, hour after hour. He practiced all summer; he practiced all winter. When his junior spring came he lined up with the tennis players, working his way through the try-outs to the finals. For his opponent, he drew the best tennis player in Yale. If this man eliminated him, he could not en ter the Varsity games. The night before the game, Martin could not sleep. His nerves were shaky. Then suddenly he realized that what he was really afraid of was not the man, but the man’s reputation. So he said to himself, “Look here, am I playing a man or a reputation ? I’m playing a man. He’s only human. I can defeat him.” Mr. Martin told me that this thought caused a change in his men tal attitude. He went to the game and won. Triumphantly. He won the class tournament. He got his “Y.” He told me that this experience taught him one of the most impor tant lessons of his life. Nearly every time, what we are really afraid of is not the man him self, but his riches, his reputation or his fame. Forget these. A man is only human. Play him from that angle! Kidneys Must Clean Out Acids Excess Acids and poisonous wastes in your blood are removed chiefly thru 9 million tiny delicate Kidney tubes or filters. And non- organic and non-systemic disorders of the Kidneys or Bladder may cause Getting Up Nights* Nervousness* Leg Pains, Circles Un der Eyes, Dizziness, Backache. Swollen Ankles, or Burning Passages. En many such cases the diuretic action of the Doctor’s pre scription Cystex helps the Kidneys clean out Excess Acids. This plus the palliative work of Cystex mav easily make you feel like a new person in just a few days. Try Cystex under the guarantee of money back unless com pletely satisfied. Cystex costs only 3c a dose at druggists and the guarantee protects you. Final! Notice To Delinquent T axpayers All persons who have delinquent taxes, please take notice that I have been instructed to collect all taxes past due thru the year 1937. \ We have been very lenient in this matter, so please co-operate with me by paying the taxes that you now owe. The property on which all such taxes are not paid will be sold as provided by law. This is positively the last notice that you will have. C. W. SANDERS, Tax Collector