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1218 College Street Newberry, S. C. O. F. ARMFIELD Editor and Publisher . . .$2.00 . . $1.00 Three Months.... Published every Xuaaday-Friday Entered as second-class matter December 6, 1937, at the post office at Newberry, South Carolina, under the Act of March 3, 1879. Political Columbia Columbia, Oct. 16.—If the dry’s succeed in getting the liquor ques tion to the floors of the general as sembly next winter, some senators and representatives are going to squirm over it. They will be the men who won’t be able readily to forget the pro-prohibition results of last summer’s referendum on the question but who will be most reluctant to vote for another prohibition era. _ Flippantly, it was suggested in a conversation here this week that it might be one way out to “carry it over for the duration of the law.’ A senator in that conversation rais ed his evebrows and said: “Wait a minute: that’s a good idea and I won’t forget it.” Maybe that will be the way out, if it should be necessary to find a way out. But the more thoughtful here are calculating that the prohibition move ment may come to grief in this way: They are guessing that when the drys seek to have introduced a bill to re peal the present liquor laws, thus translating the referendum “mandate” as some refer to it, into law, they may neglect to have introduced a bill im posing some sort of taxation to bring in the revenue which would be lost by the prohibiting of the sale of le gal liquor. This is a “mandate”, too. A lot of the boys on the federal payroll, in the higher salary brack ets, are not contributing heavily to the national campaign fund of the Democrats and this is causing no end of complaining among some of t.-iose who are charged with raising this state’s quota. There are daily charges of “self ishness” and “ingratitude”, etc. It is most reprehensible. Most of the well-paid federal office holders are giving something. The trouble is, the checks aren’t large enough. Perhaps they are disgusted that the Hatch act doesn’t forbid con tributions from them, or perhaps the most of them have concluded that good, fat federal jobs are here to stay and that there isn’t much chance of them being thrown out for failing to contribute. \ But one thing is certain: those who are trying to raise the state’s *56,000 quota are not throwing any bouquets in the direction of the men drawing the bigger salaries from Uncle Sam in this state in this aut umn of 1940. A request has come to Governor Burnet R. Maybank to make a series of speeches in behalf of the re-elec tion of President Roosevelt. It came from Edward J. Flynn, the Demo cratic national chairman. The governor is going to accept if the administration of selective service in the state is running in a way that would permit him to be away. The speeches would probably be in the Mid-West. Meanwhile, another South Caro linian, Senator James F. Byrnes, is shouldering a rather large share of the Democratic speech-making—per haps as much as if he had been nom inated for the vice presidency. “BUINS STAGE CIRCUS” AT SILVERSTREET HIGH The Silverstreet High School _jvill sponsor the “Buins Stage Circus”, of trained animals at the high school auditorium Thursday night, October 24, at eight o’clock. Featured in this show will be “Sparkle”, a trained pony, “Babs”, a rare German red dog, and the danc ing dogs, “Pete”, “Peggy”, “Dusty”, and “Trixie”. These will perform al most unbelievable tricks of agility and dexterity, some of the animals having practically human brains. Be sure to see this circus. Admis sion ten cents for school children; twenty cents for adults. Dr. and Mrs. E. D. Kerr returned to their home in Decatur, Ga., Thus- day after spending several days with Mrs. Kerr’s parents, Mr. and Mrs, Z. F. Wilson, on Main street. Hal’s Adlets Pansy plants. Next Thursday and every Thursday thereafter. Place your order in advance or come in, Fine quality plants. Burpee’s double larkspur seed, gen erous packet 25c, smaller packets 10c. Burpee’s sweet pea seed 25c, ounce; 5 ounces, $1. Plant now or later. Madonna lily bulbs, dnffoiils and Dutch iris bulbs ready now. Nice stock. Agrico lawn and flower fertilizer, Vigoro and Wizard sheep fertilizer. We have fertilizer in sizes from 10c up. Rye grass seed, fresh crop, lib or 100, we have what amount you need. Cultural directions free and a lawn roller to lend you to roll in our seed. Evergreen lawn grass seed, con tains a mixture of 5 grasses which do well in this county, 30c tb. Bring in your nice jars, etc and let us plant them with house plants for winter pleasure. Dahlias, gladiolus, hardy chrysan themums and tuberoses, fresh every morning from our nursery. —VERNA & HAL KOHN. PAIN IN BACK MADE HER MISERABLE Read How She Found Blessed Relief Muscles were so sore she could hardly touch ^ them. Used Hamlins Wizard Oil Liniment and found wonderful relief. Try it today if your muscles are stiff, sore, achy. Rub it on thorough ly. Feel its prompt warming action ease pain; bring eooihing relief. Pleasant odor. Will not stain. Money-back guarantee at all drug stores. HAMLINS WIZARD OIL LINIMENT For MUSCULAR ACHES and PAINS RHEUMATIC PAIN —LUMBAGO NEWS FACTS ^GEORGE MOOSEJAW, SASKATCHEWAN. CANADA. TWO LUMBERJACKS here, decided that modern BOXING WAS TOO 'NAMBV PAM0V’. THET DONNED BRASS SPIKES INSTEAD OF GLOVES,THE FIGHT WAS STOPPED AFTER ONE MINUTE SAID ONE OF THE COMBATANTS/ THE ROMANS FOUGHT THAT WAV, SO WHY CAN'T WE? IN THE BRIEF BATTLE, BOTH MEN SUFFERED SEVERE LACERATIONS-— BUT IT WAS ALL IN THE SPIRIT OF CLEAN SPORT / THE NEWBERRY SUN TUESDAY, OCTOBER 21, 1940 “WHISPERIN’ BILL” Modern Cinderella You’ll Enjoy This So you’re takin’ the census, mister, There’s three of us livin’ still, My wife, an’ I, an’ our only son, that folks call Whisperin’ Bill; But Bill couldn’t tell ye his name, sir, an’ so it’s hardly worth givin’, For ye see a bullet killed his mind, an’ left his body livin’. Set down for a minute, mister; ye see Bill was only fifteen At the time o’ the war, an’ as likely a boy as ever this world has seen; An’ what with the news of battles lost, the speeches an’ all the noise, I guess every farm in the neighbor hood lost a part of its crop o’ boys 1 ’Twas harvest-time when Bill left home; every stalk in the fields of rye Seemed to stand tip-top to see him off an’ wave him a fond good-bye; His sweetheart was here with some other girls—the sassv little miss! An’ pretendin’ she wanted to whis per ’n his ear she gave him a rous in’ kiss. Oh, he was a handsome feller, an’ tender an’ brave and smart. An’ though he was bigger than I was. the boy bad a woman’s heart. I couldn’t control my feelin’s, but I tried with all my might, An’ his mother an’ me stood a-cryin’ till Bill was out o’ sight. His mother she often told him when she knew he was goin’ away, That God would take care o’ him, maybe, if he didn’t forgit to pray; An’ on the bloodiest battlefield, when bullets whizzed in the air, An’ Bill was a-fighting, desperit, he used to whisper a prayer. Oh. his comrades has often told me that Bill never flinched a bit, When every second a gap in the ranks told where a hall had hit. An’ one night when the field was covered with the awful harvest o’ war, They found my boy ’mongst the martyrs o’ the cause he was fight- in’ for. i His fingers were clutched in the dew grass—oh, no sir, he wasn’t dead, But he lay sort of helpless an’ crazy with a rifle ball in his head; An’ if Bill had really died that night I’d give all I’ve got worth givin’. For ye see the bullet had killed his mind an’ left his body livin’. I An officer wrote an’ told us how the boy had been hurt in the fight. But he said that the doctors reck oned they could bring him round all right, An’ then we heard from a neighbor, disabled at Malvern Hill, That he thought in the course of a week or so he’d be cornin’ home with Bill. \ We was that anxious t’ see him we’d set up an’ talk o’ nights Till the break o’ day had dimmed the stars an’ put out the northern lights; We waited an’ watched for a month or more, an’ the summer was nearly past, When a letter came one day that said they’d started for home at * last. I’ll never forgit the day Bill came— ’twas harvest-time again— An’ the air - bloom over the yellow fields was sweet with the scent o’ the grain; The door-yard was full o’ the neigh bors, who had come to share our joy, An’ all of us sent up a mighty cheer at the sight o’ that soldier boy. An’ all of a sudden somebody said: “My God! don’t the boy know his mother?” An’ Bill stood a-whisperin’, fearful like, an’ starin’ from one to an other; “Don’t be afraid, Bill,” said he to himself, as he stood in his coat o’ blue, “Why, God’ll take care o’ you, Bill; God’ll take care o’ you.” He seemed to be loadin’ an’ firin’ a gun, an’ to act like a man who hears” The awful roar o’ the battle - field a-soundin’ in his ears; I saw that the bullet had touched his brain an’ somehow made it blind. With the picture o’ war before his eyes an’ the fear o’ death in his mind. I grasped his hand, an’ says I to Bill, “Don’t ye remember me? I’m yer father-—don’t ye know me? How frightened ye seem to be!” But the boy kep’ a-whisperin’ to himself, as if ’twas all he knew, “God’ll take care o’ you, Bill; God’ll take care o’ you.” He’s never known us since that day, nor his swetheart, an’ never will; Father an’ mother an’ swetheart are all the same to Bill. An’ many’s the time his mother sets up the whole night through, An’ smooths his head, and says: “Yes, Bill, God’ll take care o’ you.” Unfortunit? Yes, but we can’t com plain. It’s a livin’ death more sad When the body clings to a life o’ shame an’ the soul has gone to the bad; An’ Bill is out o’ the reach o’ harm an’ danger of every kind. We only take care of his body, but God takes care of his mind. —Author Unknown. Segregation Hits Convention Snag Southern Episcopal Group Loses Fight to Secure Negro Bishops Kansas City, Oct. 16.—A group of Southerners lost a renewed and emo tionally charged effort at the Protest ant Episcopal convention today to segregate negro communicants in the deep South. The house of bishops defeated, 54 to 37, a resolution asking a separate missionary district for negroes in Georgia, Mississippi and Alabama. The bishops had rejected the propos al earlier, then agreed to reconsider it. “We in the South favor a negro bishop to lead his own peoole until God’s black and white children can walk along side hv side,” said Bish op Middleton S. Barnwell, of Savan nah, Ga., in offering the resolution. Speaking with deep feeling, his eyes at times dimmed by tears, he insisted “we are not asking for segregation but trying to get away from it. In the South and in our church, the negro is segregated shamefully. “I can’t have in Georgia diocessan conference where a meal is served. I can’t find a hotel where negroes are permitted to meet with whites. That condition won’t change in yours or my lifetime. If you lived in the South, you’d know how fixed those conditions are. “Every door of opportunity is clos ed to the negro there. If you reject this proposal you are condemning us to work among the negro children we love under those shameful condi tions. Let’s give the negro the op portunity he deserves.” Termed Dangerous The plan was termed a “noble ex periment” by Bishop Thomas C. Darst of Wilmington, N. C., and a “dangerous thing” by Bishop George A. Oldham, of Albany, N. C. A dozen bishops spoke feelingly against it. The convention’s house of depu ties refused concurrence on a reso lution adopted by the bishops yes terday advising church members liv ing in communities without an Epis copal church to “associate themselves with a presbyterian congregation.” Negotiations for union of Episco pal and Presbyterian denominations have been under way three years. The deputies argued that since there yet was “no unaminity on the subject of union” the church had no right to dictate to its communicants what church they should attend if Episcopalian facilities were unavail able. The deputies concurred with the bishops in approving an amendment to the church’s constitution, permit ting affiliation with the world council of churches. Date Set For • Horse Show Thursday, October 31, at two o’clock p. m. is the time set for the annual horse show at the Newberry County Fair, to be held at the race track on the fair grounds. Only horses from Newberry county are eligible for com petition. There will be brood mare classes, colt classes, children, ladies, also riding and driving classes. Lynchs Woods This ever popular subject comes up again as it so often has in the past. But when your soc. ed. rode through the park the other day, it seemed a shame not to mention its beauty at this season of the year so that others may be reminded to take a drive through it. The trees are fashion ably dressed in gay colors of rust, red (so popular this season), brown, yellow, and some still green. Green wild fern trims the wooded banks and valleys, completing the festive color scheme. Take a half-hour or forty-five minutes off some afternoon soon, be fore the leaves all fall, take your time driving through, so as to be sure not to miss anything of its beauty, and you will realize more than ever that in Lynch’s Woods, Newberry really has something to be proud of. Your soc. ed. saw this up-to-date version of an old familiar story as written by “The Cub" in the Dunlap (Iowa) Reporter, and decided it was good enough to pass on. The story reads: Once upon a time there was a dame called Cinderella. She lived in a house with her old man, her step mother, and a couple of jezebel step sisters. Her step-mother, who was a crumb if there ever was one (and what I’d like to know is, why did Cin derella’s old man ever marry her), decided that Cinderella was a liabili ty instead of an asset to their fam ily life, so she stowed Cinderella away in the kitchen among the gas ranges and electric mixers. It seems that the two step-sisters, who were a couple of snakes, too, were as ugly as Adam’s off ox, while Cinderella was the Lana Turner type. Cinderella was an innocent peace- loving little girl, as pure as tne driv en snow, or the collars of Venn Howe’s shirts. She liked chocolate malted-milks ,the Yankees, and “Gone With the Wind.” She never bother ed anybody, except she sometimes got in her step-mother’s hair . She had to wear old clothes, and this made her feel very sad, although if she had to wear some of the duds I have to wear, she really would have some thing to howl about. I guess her step-sisters dressed about like the Duchess of Windsor. The only thing they lacked was the Duke around their necks. There was a magnificent party at the king’s palace one night. (I guess that was before the German bombers flew over.) Cinderella was feeling more than somewhat sad about the affair, because her step-ma had de cided that Ciuderella would celebrate at home beside the Frigidaire while her sisters went to the ratrace. Cin derella’s pop, who was a weak sister, didn’t have anything to say about it. It seems that while Cinderella was sitting in a chair in the kitchen, be moaning the fact that she had no clothes to wear to the whing-ding, a fairy god-mother appeared like a gust of wind, like those guys who give tips on horse races. “Sugah,” she drawled, “would you like to fling ankles at yon palace to night?” “Yea, bo,” assented Cinderella, “Glenn Miller’s playing.” “Then watch my smoke!” The fairy god-mother had Cinder ella bring a pumpkin from the gard- en and a couple of rats from a trap. She waved her cigarette lighter, and the pumpkin turned into a 16-cylin der Packard, while the rat? turned in to a chauffeur and a footman. Their names were Bingo and Screeno. (They probably were still rats, at that.) They had a cousin Bunco, too, but that’s another storv. Their fairy- god-mother .whose name was Elsa Maxwell, waved her cigarette light er again, and Cinderella was dressed in a gown by Schiaparelli. She also had jewelry galore, and a pair of glass slippers, though how she could dance in glass slippers amazes me. But the heck of it, she had to be home by midnight. Well, when she arrived at the Pal ace, everybody turned green with envy. Especially her two sisters be cause they had arrived in a ’36 V-8. I’m telling you, these sisters were really lice. They didn’t like Mickey Rooney, or Wendell Willkie, or any body. Anyhow, Cinderella got to jitterbugging with the Prince, who was the Tyrone Power type. The Prince fell like a ton of bricks. “Got a way home, babe?” he whis pered out of the corner of his mouth. Cinderella told him she had to be home by midnight, but the Prince said okay, they could leave early, but Cinderella said no, she had to go home alone, the sucker. She forgot herself, however, and when she look ed at her watch, it was one minute to twelve. She started running, but when she got on the steps of the Pal ace, the clock struck midnight, be fore she got home, her clothes turn ed back into rags, the Packard and Bingo and Screeno turned back into a pumpkin and a couple of rats. The Prince ran out on the porch, but all he saw was a glass slipper which Cinderella lost in her flight. The Prince tucked the slipper in his pock et and determined to find her the next day. THe Prince was an okay guy. The next day he sent out a couple of mugs to find her. It seems that the glass slipper was so small it would only fit one person. When they got to Cinderella’s house, the two sisters tried to put the shoe on, but their tootsies were too big even after they had cut off various toes and cal louses. So finally Cinderella asked to try it on. “We ain’t got all day, sister,” said one of the Prince’s messengers. Cin derella tried the shoe on, though, and of course it was okay. All at once the rest o fher glamorous outfit appeared on her, and she stood be fore them like a page out of Vogue. Everybody fell on their knees be fore her, and the sisters and step-ma immediately underwent a change of heart. The sisters gathered up the toes they had cut off and they ail tracked over to the Palace. • The Prince was tickled pink be cause his sweetie had been found, so they were married. The suckers. CARD OF THANKS We are deeply grateful fo rail ex pressions of comfort and sympathy shown us by our neighbors and friends in our deep sjmrjv. May the Lord bless you. Children of VIrs. Eli/a Boozer. “The Westerner” At Opera House “The Westerner”, in which Gary Cooper has the title role, is being shown at the Opera House Monday and Tuesday, October 21 and 22. Other stars in the picture are Walter Brennen, Fred Stone, Doris Daven port, Lilian Bond, Forrest Tucker, and Paul Hurst. The setting is Vinegarroon, Texas, in the ’80’s, when there raged a bit ter and long protracted battle be tween the cattlemen, original settlers of the land, and the homesteaders, who sought to till the land which they homesteaded under the law. Just when this battle is at a peak, the Westerner drifts into town and finds himself entangled, but manages by his shrewdness to take care of himself. Although you might not enjoy or dinary westerns, you are sure to en joy this one. CALL FOR MR. RIPLEY! At 2:30 a. m. of the second Sunday in October three years ago, a wom an knocked on the door of Mr. Cham bliss, proprietor of the Chambliss ginnery in Marlboro county and told him the cotton at his gin was on fire; fifty bales were burned. Sunday, October 12, which was the second Sunday in October at 2:30 a. m. the same woman knocked at Mr. Chambliss’ door and told him the cot ton at his gin was burning; fifty bales were burned. It is said that history repeats it self. All Motor Vehicle Owners PLEASE TAKE NOTICE! NEW 1940-1941 MOTOR VEHICLE LICENSES MUST BE PURCHASED BEFORE OCTOBER 31, 1940 To Avoid Penalty & Delay The 1939-1940 licenses expire October 31, 1940. Application for 1940-1941 motor ve hicle licenses should be made IMMEDIATELY to avoid unnecessary delay in receiving 1940-1941 license plates, and to avoid the possibility of paying a penalty. New 1940- 1941 license plates, according to law. MUST BE DISPLAYED ON NOVEMBER 1. 1940. jLicenses Tor privately operated passenger cars, and trucks and semi-trailers up to and including 2'/ 2 tons load capacity, can be issued ocnly on an annual basis. When ordering a license for trucks and semi-trailers, the weight of each vehicle unloaded must be shown before license can be issued. Motor vehicles purchesed on or after Octo ber 22. 1940, may be licensed for 1940-1941 without payment of a 1939-1940 fee. Owners of motor vehicles purchased and operated prior to October 22, 1940, mus first pay such 1939-1940 fee as may be due. If you did not receive your application card, ad vise the Department immediately, giving your name, correct address and the make, type and motor number of your vehicle. On ajl applications for license—both renewal applications and applications for new vehicles—the school district number of the applicant must he shown before license can be issued. There is provided a space for insertion of your school district number on the card. _ Read carefully and follow instrncticms on the application card. CHECK THE APPLI CATION CARD TO SEE IF IT IS THE RIGHT ONE FOR THE MOTOR VEHICLE YOU NOW OWN. Do not send cash. Your remittance should be made by certified check, casheir’s check, or money order. TO AVOID LONG WAITING IN LINE, MAIL YOUR APPLICATION. STATE HIGHWAY DEPARTMENT P. O. BOX 1498 Motor Vehicle Division Columbia, S. C. Be Sure Vehicle Is Registered in Your Nome If your car was purchased during 1940 from o,ne who previously registered it in his name, get a transfer blank from your dealer. After filling it out, send it to this office with the proper remittance. Avoid Penalty & Trouble Read the instructions on the application form carefully and follow them. To avoid long waiting in line, it is preferable to mail your applications rather than come in person.