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THE NEWBRRRT SUM
FRIDAY. JANUARY 1940
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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.
EDITOR AND HIS DOG
The following is more in place In
a newspaperman’s publication but we
believe our readers will enjoy it:
PART ONE
The Arrival of the Pup—
Oh, listen, my lads,
With your ears up.
Of this wonderful tale
Of our office Pup!
I’ll never forget it—
That cold blustery night.
He blew into my sanctum,
A terrible sight.
The Banner was printed,
And weary and cross,
I sat down at my desk
To Check up my loss.
I scanned the long columns
With shivery and shakes,
Gripped tight in the nightmare
Of all my mistakes.
I searched' through my pockets,
More holey than whole.
For a dime to buy soup
To cheer my old soul.
I longed for some soup,
I was hungry as sin,
The paper was out
And I was all in.
Then I said to myself,
Oh, what is the use
To toil as I toil
To be paid in abuse?
I went out of doors
And looked up at the moon
And the stars, where they print
The Celestial Tribune.
I longed to be there
Where the white presses run
By a belt of bright stars
That circle the sun.
Thy no per they use
Is spun from the dawn
By the shutteling sun.
Dropping dew on my lawn.
The news of the angels
Is all that trey print
From type made of gold
In their Heavenly mint.
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With angel subscribers,
Who pay in advance,
A printer in Heaven
Might have haif a chance.
I thought of old friends
Promoted from here
To th ""riburs cbove,
Withi ut shedding a tear.
Then 1 t ought of my lot
With my old squeaky press
With it rattle and hang
And black, inky mess.
I’m tired of it all
And I’ll end it right now,
Said I, stepping inside,
And it matters not how.
I turned out the light
And started to grope
Around in the dark
For a 'after and rope.
NEWS FACTS ^GEORGE
CHIEF WELLS RESIGNS
Fire Chief H. B. Wells has resigned
his position as building inspector ef
fective at once. Chief Wells has held
this place since the ordinance creat
ing it was passed. In his letter of
resignation to the town council, the
Chief said in part: “I consider this
building code, properly enforced, the
greatest asset to insurance reductions
and fire prevention, and hope you will
give the incoming inspector the back
ing and support to enforce this or
dinance.”
Chief Wells has been confined to
his home for the most part of the
past several months and he gives his
‘physical inability” to perform the du
ties of the office as the reason for
the resignation.
I stood up on a stool
And looped the noose o’er
My head, when a racket
Broke loose at the door.
I threw off my necklace,
Leaped down to the floor
From my rickety stool
And jerked open the door.
I snapped on the light,
Then, with a loud wail.
In bounded a dog
With a can to his tail.
He was furiously frightened.
He leaped and he sprang
And howled while the tin can
Went bangety-bang.
Type, ink, paste, and plaster,
Forms, presses and pi
Got mixed in the scuffle
And started to fly.
I raced him and I chased him,
Till, quick as a wink,
He fell into a barrel
Of Black Diamond Ink.
There I caught him, at last!
When I sized the cur up,
I said to the Devil,
He’s a bom Office Pup.
I stroked the poor pup,
My face wore a grin;
The Banner was out
And I was all in!
PART TWO
Poor Old Rags Is Washed Up and
Fed
Then Takes the Editor’s Coat for a
Bed
From the end of his nose
To the tip of his tail
Tnat poor Pup dripped black ink like
A leaky old pail.
He shook and he shivered,
He was honey and thin
With his tongue hanging out
And drooped tail turning in.
His stomach was shriveled
And clung to his spine,
He looked very much like
He needed to dine.
A black mess was his hair.
With large chuncks pulled out.
As if twenty old tomcats
Had put him to rout.
He licked out the pastepot
That stood on the floor,
Then gnawed an ink roller
Clean own to the core.
I set in to wash him—
It took the whole night
And barrels of water
To make the Pup white.
Such rubbing and scrubbing
He had to endure,
While drowned fleas and soapsuds.
’Most stopped up the sewer!
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And while he was drying.
He sniffed ’round the room
For the scent of a cat—
A dog’s rarest perfume!
The Devil came in then,
COUNTY HOME
APPRECIATES GIFTS
Mr. and Mrs. Clyde McCarley wish
to express their gratitude to the peo
ple of Newberry, for the . baskets of
fruit and other gifts that were
brought to the inmates of the county
home during the Christmas season.
DR. KINARD SPEAKS
AT SALUDA
Dr. James C. Kinard president of
Newberry college was guest speaker
at St. Paul’s Methodist church in Sa
luda Sunday, December 31. Dr. Kin
ard spoke at a union service spon
sored by the Woman’s Christian Tem-
perence Union of Saluda.
Years Defeat Running
Mate of Casey Jones
‘Tad’ Dalton, Who Now is 80, Recalls
Railroad Days on the M. and O.
MR- AND M«S.
ED LOGAN
HAVE MADE
ITACUSTOM
TO VISIT THE
fALLS EVERY
YEAR SINCE
S^STMEIR
FIRST
HONEYMOON
40 YEARS
AGO/
L0NCISUM?ux.
MICHAEL PAGE, NOT ONLY CATCHES'
FISH, BUT ALSO EATS THEM ALIVE
WHEN HE IS HUNGRY//j**^*
As usual—late—
He emptied the ashes *
And shook down the grate.
I told him to run out
And fetch a big bone,
And lock up the office
And leave us alone.
As the gray morning broke.
The Pup, having fed
On a roller and bone,
Took my coat for a bed.
Then I flopped down to sleep
Off my own weariness
On a pile of old papers
Right back of the press.
Then thp Devil tacked up
My old gag sign again
That ‘‘THE EDITOR IS OUT!”,
And the town talked like sin.
PART THREE
The Editor Enlists the Office Pup
In the Work of Making the Town
Pay Up
It was dark when I ’rose from
My hard paper pallet,
By a noise at the door
Like the beat of a mallet.
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They rushed at the door
But its trusty lock weathered
The assault of the crowd
That before it had gathered.
They flashed lights and they
screamed;
Someone yelled, “See him hanging
Right in there by his desk,” |
Still they kept up their banging.
Then I heard women scream,
“His H-heart it was mellow .
His own worst enemy . . .
And a p-pretty good fellow!"
I kept back of the press
Still hiding and harking,
Clamping tight to the Pup
To keep him from barking.
Then I said to myself,
Hear them talk without thinking.
When a woman’s voice shrieked,
‘The outcome of drinking!”
No one said they owed me
And it’s too late to settle
As I searched through my pockets
All empty of metal.
Get a battering-ram!
A bold voice suggested.
I’ll admit, by this time,
My wits were sore tested.
I slipped out the back door
As the crowd make its sally.
Leading Rags by a rope
I ran fast down the alley.
Then right into the street
Where the crowd was assembled,..
I approached unconcerned.
While I inwardly trembled.
Then I lived for a moment
A lifetime of winters
As their battering ram
Broke my front door to splinters.
Yelled I, ‘Scum of creation,
Your black hands are tainted
With murder and thievery!”
As ten women fainted.
They cried, “Ghosts! Murder!
Thieves!”
As I stepped up before them,
With a club in my hand
I kept swinging o’er them.
For breaking my door
I vowed I would lick ’em,
And as Rags leaped and snarled,
I yelled, “Sickem, boy, sickem!”
“You’ve ruined my office.
And, for this rash caper,
Step forth, everyone
And renew the home paper.”
Each one paid his subscription
An' 1 emo'inod. “Oh. oh, dear,
For the POKE CENTER BANNER-
One fifty a year.”
La Junta, Ohio., Dec. 31.—Colorful
“Tad” Dalton, who began railroading
sixty-three years ago with the much
eulogir-• r-'sev Jones on the old M.
and O. in Tennessee and who for the
last forty-five years has worked for
the Santa Fe, is retiring.
He’s not disabled, despite his eighty
years, but he has come to the conclu
sion that “I’ve got two strikes on me
now ar.d I wan, to bench myself for
a pinch hitter before I strike out.” I
Dalton was a gangling farm boy i
of seventeen when he begged >|
friendly brakeman to let him ride in
a boxcar from Boooneville, Miss., to
Jackson, Tenn., M. and 0. division
point, to get a job.
He was hired as brakeman and
for two yeais his running mate was
a young southerner named John Luth
er Jones from Kaycee, Ky., later to
be known in song all over the world
as “Casey Jones.”
The boys became proficient at
coupling ard uncoupling cars in the
old “link-and-pin” days. Both were
proud that non^ of their fingers had
been tom off during the era when
railroading was a swashbuckling busi
ness of crude equipment handled by
chance-taking men.
After two years Dalton and Jones
left the M. and O. to work for the
Illinois Central, “Tad” told friends
recently while waiting to start his
run from -La Junta to Kansas City.
Casey went to the front end of the
train to become the most famous en
gineer who ever lived. Dalton went
to the rear end to be the conductor.
But they stayed together, he said,
for six years and almost always were
on the same run.
Forty-five years ago Dalton joined
the Santa Fe and came West to
share in furthering the railroad em
pire which he and Casey started.
Dalton ran the gamut from the old
wood-burning locomotive to the mod
ern Diesel streamliners which sing
over the Colorado and Kansas praries
at a mile-and-a-half a minute clip.
He had risen to the position of sen
ior conductor of the River Division of
the Santa Fe, the job from which he
is retiring.
DaltonY most trying experience as
a railroader, a n incident which end
ed with the flourish of a three-ring
circus, took place in Pueblo, Colo., in
1893, he related.
Coxey’s Army, “a wild crew with a
definite purpose,” according to DaKon.
was camped near the railroad yards
in Pueblo. Dalton pulled his train
into the crowded station for the re
gular lunch stop.
There was numerous reports of pet
ty thefts while the train was stopped,
he said, and he finally noticed a man
he believed had been going through
the coaches “with intentions not
quite honest!
Dalton sauntered to the section of
the staition where} numerous alarm
buttons had been irtstalled. Not know
ing the significance of the buttons,
the conductor found one designated
“special” and pressed it, and sat down
to wait
Within a few minuses, Dalton said,
he thought the entire city of Pueblo
had exploded. The old ' horse-drawn
fire department thundered up to the
station. Close behind earner a cordon
of patrol wagons from whwdi every
W|
AUDITOR BEGINS TOUR
r forth.
Officials
rive, nil
policeman in the city pourei
Not long afterward the city
and merchants began to am'
heavily armed a nd looking for ^ riot,
“The special button it seemed,”
Dalton said, “meant just what it said
—special.”
During the confusion which follow
ed, he related, his suspect got away.
LEGISLATURE MEETS TUESDAY
The South Carolina legislature will
convene next Tuesday, January 9th
in which many predict will be a much
shorter session than the last. The
matter of diversion of gasoline reve
nues will perhaps draw little atten
tion this year as pledges of the high
way department call for all available
revenue. The problem of money for
the aged still confronts the solons
however and will no doubt consume
considerable time.
County Auditor Pinckney N. Ab
rams this week began his annual tour
of the county for the purpose of tak
ing property returns for taxation,
Tuesday and Wednesday found him
in Whitmire, a nd yesterday at Sil-
verstreet and Longshore. Today, Fri
day, he will spend at Chappells. He
will be at Hollingsworth Store Mon
day morning and at Kinards Monday
afternoon. Tuesd'.y and Wednesday
will be devoted to Prosperity and
Thursday at Little Mountain. The rest
of his itinery will be found in an
other place in this issue.
The auditor’s books will remain
open until March first without pen
alty. After March first a penalty of
10 per cent is provided for those fail
ing to make returns.
The Auditor has announced that
someone will be in the office to take
returns during his absence.
COLLEGE STORY IN
PHILADELPHIA PAPER
The January 7th issue of the
Philadelphia Inquirer, whijh appear
ed on the newsstands Wednesday, car
ried i> picture and story of Harry
Raymond and his College N orchestra.
The article was of interest to many
Newberrians.
Mis. Brice War.ers of Columbia
visited Mrs. H. M. Bryson during the
Christmas season
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WELL WORTH TRYING.
Car Cuts Cost of Teachers 9 Tour
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Current European news has a special interest for the
, Misses Cyretta and Golda Morford, teachers in the
Detroit public schools, for they toured the Continent on
I the very eve of the war, using their own car to penetrate
to out-of-the-way places which ordinary tourists miss. A
second advantage in their “drive-yourself” tour was its
much lower cost—$555 a person from Detroit to Detroit.
They were away 10 weeks and drove 5,000 miles abroad.
Several of the spots shown here echoed to the sound of
bombing within a few weeks after the pictures were taken.
And the atmosphere in all of them has undergone a change
as war’s imminence became war’s actuality.
In (1) is Blarney Castle, its famous stone discernible
above the upper window. No. 2 was taken within the
fortifications at Edinburgh Castle, which has seen plenty
of hostile bombers since then. The Morford party had
front seats for the changing of the guard at Buckingham
Palace (3). No. 4 is a little old French seacoast town
between St. Malo and Mt. St. Michael, and No. 5 wa »
taken in Bonn. The German schoolboys, the visitors
reported, were especially interested in the steering column
vacuum gearshift of the Detroiters’ Chevrolet. No. 6 was
taken to show the contrast between the American car and
the tii.y French car parked beside it near the Palace of
Versailles. No. 7 is the Ann Hathaway cottage on the
outskirts of Stratford. — "—