The sun. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1937-1972, October 25, 1940, Image 4
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Newberry, S. C.
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Entered as second-class matter December 6, 1937, at
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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.
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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’.
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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.