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PAGE THREE Si- FRIDAY, NOVEMnan ig«0 THE NEWBERRY SUN Classified Ads AHOATS FOR SALE—I have 20 shoats for sale, weigh between 75 and 100 pounds. George E. Stone, Newfcerry, S. C. Phone 572. 2tp. PANSY PLANTS FOR SALE—We will have the first shipment of Steels Jumbo Pansy plants November 1st. Place your order now for one of the shipments. Miss Mattie Adams. Phone 611. KNITTERS’ NOTICE—We still have a complete line of Fall yarns—Come and see us at our new location. Miss Mattie Adams, 909 Wilson St., Phone 611. FLOWERS—We are now specializing in Flowers for ALL Occasions. Call on us at any time for: Corsages, de signs, potted plants and cut flowers. Call at our new location at 909 Wil son St., or Phone 511—day or night. “We send flowers anywhere’’—Miss Mattie Adams. HEMSTITCHING—Bring your hem- stib hing to Miss Mattie Adams at her new location—909 Wilson Street. Phone 511. FOR RENT—Upstairs unfurnished three room apartment with three closets, bath, kitchenette, front porch. With front and back en trance. Apply Mrs. J. W. White, 1003 Caldwell St., opposite Metho dist church. ll-ls&t-tf PINE AND HARDWOOD TIMBER FOR SALE: from large tracts in Newberry and Fairfield counties. If interested write E. C. Haff, The Champion Paper & Fibre Co., Can ton, N. C. WANTED—Veals. Cows and Hogs; also your Cow Hides. Se us before you sell. The Newberry Abattoir. FOR RENT—3 downstairs rooms, pri vate bath, private entrance, also garage. Rent reasonable. Apply at Sun office. ll-l-3tp APARTMENT FOR RENT—Three rooms with kitchenette and private bath. Garage, shades, lights, water, telephone and furnace. Price reason^ able. Reference required. Telephone 165-W, Mrs. LeRoy Bradley. 8-3tp SEED GRAIN FOR SALE I have made arrangements with The Ruff Bros., Agents for Allis Chalmers machinery, Newberry, S. C. to handle my seed grain. Clemson Strain Beardless Barley $1.25 per bu. Marretts Strain Beardless Barley $1.25 per bu. Coker’s Fulgrain Oats . .$ .75 per bu. Cokers Redheart Wheat $1.50 per bu. ALL SEED RECLEANED AND IN FIRST CLASS CONDITION Please call on these boys and get good reliable seed to plant at reasonable prices. Their place .near The Stand ard Warehouse Co. H. O. LONG, 3-50-tf Silverstreet, S. C. ESTATE OF DR. Z. T. PINNER NOTiCE TO CREDITORS AND DEBTORS All persons having claims against the estate of Dr. Z. T. Pinner, deceas ed, are hereby notified to file the same duly verified, with the undersigned or her attorneys, Blease and Griffith, Newberry, S. C., and all persons in debted to said estate will please make payment likewise. Mrs. Maude Johnson Pinner, Administratrix of the estate of Dr. Z. T. Pinner, deceased. November 6th, 1940. 83t SUMMONS FOR RELIEF STATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA, COUNTY OF NEWBERRY COURT OF COMMON PLEAS i Federal Farm Mortgage Corporation, Plaintiff, —vs— Willie Singleton and Eugene Gregory, Defendants. SUMMONS FOR RELIEF (Complaint Served) TO THE DEFENDANT(S) ABOVE NAMED: YOU ARE HEREBY SUMMONED and required to answer the complaint in this action, of which a copy is herewith served upon you, and to serve a copy of your answer to the said complaint on the subscriber at their office at 1221 College Street, Newberry, S. C., within twenty days after the service hereof, exclusive of the day of such rervice; and if you fail to answer the complaint within the time aforesaid, the plaintiff in this action will apply to the Court for the relief demanded in the complaint. Dated at Newberry, S. C., the 1st day of November, 1940 .CLARKSON, HUNTER & HARLEY Plaintiff’s Attomey(s) TO THE NON-RESIDENT DEFEND ANT, WILLIE SINGLETON, You will take notice that the origin al Complaint in this action together with the original Summons, of which the foregoing is a copy, were filed in the office of the Clerk of Court for Newberry County, South Carolina, on the 14th day of November, 1940, and that the same are now on file there. .CLARKSON, HUNTER & HARLEY Plaintiff’s Attorney(s) Our Mountinf Debt State Auditor J. M. Smith estimates the state’s deficit at the end of the current fiscal year at $3,500,000. This is very different from the high esti mate of $5,000,000 that we have often seen publishedi. “Based upon the present rate of col lection of revenue and upon the known obligations of the present year this estimate is too high,’’ he said. He further states: “The result of operations during the fiscal year 1940 will be an increase in the deficit of approximately $1,650,000." This with the established deficit of last June 30 of $1,856,000 would total a deficit at the end of the fiscal year of $3,506,000. He says: “This means that the state is spending annually about $1,- 650,000 more than its income amounts to.” This is serious enough, but not so serious as many have come to be lieve. But why should the state go on spending more than one and a half million dollars annually than its in come? Is there no way to cut down the appropriations? Are we deter mined to keep on spending in the face of a constantly rising debt, burden ? We are not one of the group of pessimists that see utter ruin in the present situation, but ♦e believe that it is an unwise policy to keep on pil ing up the debt load. We should spend less, or increase in some way our tax receipts. There is little sense in going deeper in debt. The interest on $3,600,000 is quite an item in itself, even though the rate be low. Are we through vanity trying to keep spending in high gear? Should we not find some reasonable way to put down expenses rather than in crease taxes ? We believe it can be done: done without diverting road funds and increasing taxes on liquor. Indeed, we sincerely hope the state will retire from the liquor business. In the run of the years we believe tax money from liquor sales yields no real profit to a state. It costs money to sell liquor, in our humble opinion. The cost may come indirect ly, but comes, nevertheless. It is es timated that our tax from liquor runs around $2,500,000 a year. But this is by no means profit. We spend something like $25,000,000 annually for legalized liquor. What profit then is there in legalized liquor?—Union Times. TAX NOTICE The tax liooks will be open for col lection of 1940 taxes on and after October 1, 1910. Tlie following is general levy for all except special purposes: Mills Ordinary County 13 Bonds, Notes and Interest ... 1714 Roads and Bridges 2 Hospital (4 School — State 3 County School 514 County Board of Education .. 1 State 1 TOTAL 43 The following are the authorized special levies for the various school districts of the county: Dist. No. Mills 1. Newberry 17 2. Mt. Bethel-Garmany 5 3. Maybinton 2 4. Long Lane 5 5. McCullough 5 6. Cromer ^ 0 8. Reagin 9. Deadfall 10. Utopia 11. Hartford 8 12. Johnstone 5 13. Stony Hill 14. Prosperity 15 15. O’Neall 18. Faarview 19. Midway 21. Central 22. St. Phillips 23. Rutherford 4 24. Broad River 25. New Hope-Zion .. 26. Pomaria 27. Red Knoll 28. Helena 4 29. Mt. Pleasant 8 30. Little Mountain .. 16% 31. Wheelamd 32. Union 33. Jolly Street 34. St. Paul 2 35. Peak 4 37. Mudlic 38. Vaughnville 39. Ctaappels 6 40. Old Town 10 41. Dominick 42. Reedierville 10% 43. Bush River 10% 44. Smyrna 10% 45. Trinity 10 46. Burton 47. Tnanwood 10% 48. Jalapa 8 49. Kinards 50. Tabernacle 8 51. Trilby 4 52. Whitmire 53. Mollohon 4 54. Beth-Eden 55. Fork 57. Belfast 6 58. Silverstreet 59. Pressley 4 60. St. John 4 There will be a cme per cent (1%) discount on general County taxes through October 30, 1940. On and after January 1, 1941, tht Penalties prescribed by law will be imposed on unpaid taxes. You are requested to call for your taxes by School Districts in which property is located. The Treasurer is not responsible for unpaid taxes not called for by districts. Those who had their dogs vaccinat ed for rabies during the fiscal year ending June 30, 1940 by one author ized by law, and expect to be exemp ted from dog tax will please bring their certificates of vaccination when appearing to pay taxes. RALPH B. BLACK, Treasurer Newberry County. Into The Sunset By JACKSON GREGORY Sixth Installment SYNOPSIS Barry Haveril leaves his Texas home to see the country, meets a man who has just been shot who turns out to be a cousin of his, Jesse Conroy. Barry helps takes care of his wounds and Jesse gives Barry his gun, a very unusual one. When they part Barry leaves for home but finds the family is no longer there. When he is leav ing he suddenly comes across a dead man who turns out to be his brother, Robert. Barry starts searching for the murderer and goe-t into the moun tains to find gold to use for contin uing his search. He finds a good spot, gets gold and goes to Tylers- ville to get money for it. There he meets Judge Blue and his daughter, Lucy, who help him to get $450 for his gold. Judge Blue also tells him that the gun Jesse gave him is the gun of a murderer known as the Laredo Kid. The judge invites Barry up to visit him and there Barry dis covers the horse and saddle which was stolen from his brother Robert when he was killed. He finds out that it belongs to a cowboy who will re turn that night. He waits outside the stable and finally a rider comes up who turns out to be Jesse Conroy. He accuses Jesse of killing his broth er and of being the Laredo Kid. Judge Blue comes up behind, knocks Barry unconscious and tejls Jesse (Laredo) that Barry knows where there is gold and he’s keeping him until he finds out where it is. Barry escapes, how ever, and as he is riding through the mountains, a shot whizzes past his ear. The man who fired the shot ex plains that he thought Barry was the Laredo Kid and that he had pledged himself to killing the Kid. Barry and his new acquaintence, Timberline, be came close friends. Barry leaves "him in his search for Laredo and finally goes to Red Rock where, going thru a valley, he sees three men attempt ing to capture a beautiful girl. Barry rescues her, finds where she lives and then heads for a nearby cabin in which he formerly lived. There he finds Timberline occupying the cabin. “Yuh’re always trackin’ me down, ain’t you?” said Timberiine. “Whose cabin is this anyhow?” de manded Barry. “Mine. I found it. The man that made it must have left the country. There ain’t been nobody livin’ in it for more’n a year; yuh c’n tell by the way the brush has growed up. What yuh laughing at, Hyena?” Barry sat up and felt glad that he hadn’t come back to a destered cabin. It was good to see old Timber- line again. He said: “I reckon we’ve got to be pardners whether you like it or not.” ‘Tomorrow morning, I’ll show you where the gold is.” “It don't happen to be back towards Red Rock, do It?” “Yes, Why?” “That’s lucky,” said Timber. “Yuh got to go to Red Rock anyhow tomor row. That is unless—-Yuh didn’t hap pen to see her today, did you,” “Who?” said Barry. “A real purty girl. Name of Lucy,” said Timberiine. “Got to know her purty good when I come through. She’s had a sort of comedown in life since yuh seen her last. Look in at the Gold Nugget lunch counter. Yuh’ll find her there.” They turned in early that night, turned out early in the morning. Barry thought, “Strange how things work out.” Today he would see Lucy—but yesterday he had seen that other girl. Barry feeling queer about it all, rode on Into Red Rock, looking for the Gold Nugget lunch counter. Lucy, behind the counter was cut ting an apple pie when he came in. He stood there and stared. Lucy! Not Lucy Blue at all, but his little sister, Lucy! “Barry”, she cried, and dropped pie and knife, and came running into his arms. Her husband, Zachary Blount, was dead of pneumonia. She had tried so hard not to be glad! For he had been a brute, and she had found him to be as crooked as a stake-and-rider fence. “I found out so many things,” said Lucy in a hushed voice, both her lit tle hands hugging one of Barry’s big brown ones. “Judge Blue—he is a terrible man, Barry. Nobody knows it; everyone thinks he’s grand. But he is the worst man in the world.” They chattered for half an hour and didn’t get said half the things they wanted to say. Barr;/ rode back to Timberiine at the creek, promising to return the next day. Arrived at the creek he found Tim berline’s two companions. “Look here. Timber,” he said sob. arly, “We’re pardners. But I don’t know as much about gold mining as a pig knows about a fiddle, and while you’re a man who ought to know it all, all you do is jump around like a grasshopner in n hot skillet. Let’s go get us a third pardner, some man that knows about making a mine nay.” “Shore,” he said, mollified with never another word from Barry. “Shore, Sundown. Don’t I know it? They’s a young squirt name of March, Ken March, son o’ ol’ Big Moments March, 'an’ he knows sasfras from gumbo anyhow. He’s a minin’ engi neer, born o’ minin’ daddy an’ grand dad, an’ he’s in town. I’ll go git him.” “Grease the trail and slide,” said Barry. Timberiine slid. Barry opened his roll, got out his razor and went briskly to work on the stubble on his face. He washed at the creek; he had an extra shirt and put it on. He stopped his horse near the barn. A voice said “Lookin’ for somebody stranger?” Barry didn’t turn. He just said crisply, “Whose place is this?” “Judge Blue’s, o’ course,” said the stable hand. , “There’s a girl lives here,” said Barry. “Who is she?” “Why, Miss Lucy, o’ course!” “Judge at home?” asked Barry, and was glad to receive a prompt “No,” in answer. So he asked next: “Miss Lucy? She’s here, though?” Yes. Miss Lucy was there. Barry left his horse at the stable and walk ed on to the house. Then he heard a man speaking, and Barry stiffened to a dead stop. The man in there was making love to a pretty girl, and sounded in dead earnest—and there was not a doubt in Barry Haveril’s mind that at last he had come up with Cousin Jesse, the long sought Laredo Kid. Barry didn’t even think of stop ping to knock at a closed door. He simply threw it open and burst in upon the two people in the big living room. The two sprang apart. Barry, his eyes blazing, cried hotly: “Got you, Laredo 1 You—” He broke, short off, and the hand that had slid down to his gun rested there, fingers gripping but making no move to draw the weapon. He started at the man facing him and fell into utter confusion. He had been so sure of Jesse Con roy’s voice — but was this Cousin Jesse ? The girl flushed and indignant, broke the brief electrical silence. “What do you mean by this sent of thing?” she demanded hotly. “What right have you to break into our house like this?” Barry said, looking not at her at all, but steadily at her companion: “You are Jesse Conroy.” The other laughed in his face, yet his eyes remained as watchful as a hawk’s. Also his ungauntleted right hand, like Barry’s was on his gun. He said drawlingly: “Just now you called he another name. Laredo Kid wasn’t it? Sup pose you make up your mind.” "You are Jesse Conroy,” said Barry. “You’re the Laredo Kid.” The girl looked from one to an other, not knowing what to think. “You are the man—” she began. Barry nodded. “On the trail, yes. And you’re Lucy?” “I am Lucy Blue, yes,” she said quite coolly, “Then we used to be friends,” said Barry. “Friends for one short day anyhow. I am Barry Haveril. It was three years ago, at Tylersville.” She gasped and her eyes opened wide. Then she studied him harder than ever. “I—I wouldn’t know you,” she said slowly. “You have changed a great deal.” “Sometimes a few years make differences. I didn’t know you eith er. And my cousin here, Jesse Con roy has changed more than we have. I think. But I knew his voice—” “Is that why you thought him your cousin?” At last she laughed a little but even so there remained a tense ness in the room. “Well, I can tell you that you’ve made a mistake. This is Tom Haveril—” “Tom Haveril?” asked Barry frowning. “I never heard of any Tom Haveril.” “If you should happen to be a Hav eril,” said the other man smilingly, “I suppose you know someone here about who can vouch for you?” “Why of course*” exclaimed Bar ry. “My sister! You know her, too, Miss Lucy! You knew her in Tylers ville; she has the same name as you. Lucy Haveril she was, then Lucy Blount,” “Oh!” exclaimed Lucy. “Of course I know her. She’s my dearest friend. If-if you should really prove to be her brother, I’d be so happy!” A dull baffled rage seethed within him: He knew this was Jesse, the Laredo Kid—only he didn’t know! “I’ll be going now,” he said slowly, and felt defeated. To the man he said, “If you’re Cousin Jesse, and I think you are, then you’re Laredo too, and I’m going to kill you.” He headed straight to Red Rock to see his sister and have her go out to Judge Blue’s to talk to Lucy. The first man he encountered was old Timberiine, just starting back to camp. Timber greeted him with enthus iasm, inspired, Barry suspected, by a drink or two. The old man said: “I seen young Ken March, Sun down, an’ it’s all fixed. He was jus’ lookin’ aroun’ for a chance like this You see, he’s a minin’ man an’ al ways was, but not like me. Minin’ engin-eer, is what he says he. is.” QUEEN ELIZABETH L EAVES NEW YORK FOR WAR DUTIES New York, Nov. 12.— The $30,000,- 000 British liner Queen Elizabeth, which came to New York secretly eight months ago to escape the dan gers of war, slipped out of her berth of safety today to go into active ser vice in the British cause. Although British officials refused to divulge the plans for the 85,000- ton vessel, the largest ever built, it was assumed she was to join her sis ter ship, the Queen Mary, in carry ing troops from far-flung parts of the empire to war zones. The Elizabeth, not yet completed when she left her English pier, ar rived off Sandy Hook on March 7 af ter a secret maiden voyage. It was planned then to keep her here “for the duration.” But the heavy loss of British ships forced a change in those plans. For weeks, preparation for sailing have been un der way. BRITISH MASONS GIVE JEWELS TO WAR CAUSE The United Grand Lodge turned over a check for more than 10 thous and pounds to the British treasury recently to go toward the prosecution of the war. The money came from voluntarily contributed Masonic jew els‘which were melted down to their base metals and sold. Since the value of such jewels lies in the workmanship rather than the actual metal, this sum represents but a fraction of the cost of these Mas onic jewels. Each Mason who con tributed a jewel received a special acknowledgement from the grand sec retary of the Unifc-d Grand Lodge of England. Being Specific Mrs. Modern (calling to husband upstairs): “Will you bring down my hat, dear?” Husband: “Well, I don't know the difference between your hat and your handbag. Which is which?” Mrs. Modem: “The one without any money in it is my hat, darling.” Everyone is as God made him, and often a great deal worse.—Cervantes. Barry said, “Fine.” He rode on. A few minutes later he saw the many yellow lights of Red Rock down below him, and heard Red Rock roistering. He thought: I’m go ing to set Sister Lucy out of that place. She can keep house for Tim ber and me—when we get a house.” But Lucy wasn’t at the lunch counter, and her assistant didn’t know where she was or when she was com ing back. Where did she live? Back yonder a piece, with the Prices. Mrs. Price, sitting on her porch when Barry rode up, hadn’t seen Lucy and wasn't expecting her; It wasn’t time for her to be coming home. Barry left word that he’d be hack, and rode to the saloon. There were perhaps forty men In the place, yet almost Instantly Barry’s roving eye found Tom Haveril, and marked who it was with him. It was Judge Blue. Barry strode through the long room making a bee line to the two at the far end of the bar. “Hello, Judge,” he said quietly. The Judge regarded him a moment without speaking, taking him in from head to foot. Then “Do I know you ? ” “I hoped you’d remember me. I’m Barry Haveril. Three years ago, over at Tyler—” “I remember that day . I remember Barry Haveril. Changed a lot, haven’t you?” “Not more than most folks around my age do in three years. I was just a kid then, I guess. The Judge’s eyes bored into him And you—if it was you—walked out on me that night without a word!” “There were reasons,” said Barry The Judge nodded slowly. “My daughter, Lucy,” he said pres ently, “was beset by some ruffians on the trail. If it was you who gave her a hand, I have you to thank. And if you can ever lead me to the ruf fians—” “One was called Sarboe,” said Barry. “But I didn’t come here to talk of this, and I don’t want any thanks. But maybe you can tell me who this man that you’re drinking with ? ” “Why,” cried the Judge, and sound ed heartier, “It’s my friend Tom Hav eril! By thunder! If you are Barry Haveril, you two might be related!” “I’m not hunting any kinship,” said Tom Haveril. “I think we are cous ins, and that this is Jesse Conroy. They used to call him the Laredo Kid. You’d know Judge!” “I’d know Laredo?” said Judge Blue mildly. “The man at the Judge’s side said, ever more drawlingly: “Look at his gun, Judge. Like one the Kid used to tote, isn’t it?” “You’re a stanger here,” he said to Barry. “Tom Haveril isn’t. Many will step up and vouch for him even though he hasn’t been here all his life. How about you? The up-and-up young rancher spoke swiftly: “He says Lucy Blount is his sister. He says she can tell us.” “Well, then,” exclaimed the Judge, and sounded hearty once more. “Let’s step over and see Lucy Blount! Any thing she says goes with me. Come ahead boys—” (TO BE CONTINUED) MANY S. C. NEEDY FEEL “LET DOWN” Daniel Shows Funds Slash Has Cut Aid Lists, Amounts Given Columbia, Nov. 12.—Director Thom as H. Daniel said today that the state public welfare department “has found it necessary to make drastic reductions” this fiscal year because state-federal funds were $513,000 less than for the preceding year. Reductions have been made, Dan iel said in a statement, “both in the number of persons receiving public assistance and in the amounts which can be provided for those who are in need of assistance”. As a conse quence, he added, many needy indi viduals feel that they have been “let down”. Daniel said that “it has also been found practically impossible to add any appreciable number of persons to the lists of those who receive as sistance.” Of the $613,000 reduction the di rector said that about $417,000 was sliced from old age assistance, about. $27,000 from aid to dependent child ren, about $18,000 from aid to the needy blind and approximately $49,- 000 from general relief. Thanksgiving Dinner (November 21st) 50c TURKEY and all the side dishes Busy Bee Cafe RETURNS TO GREENVILLE Miss Betty Jean Toohey, of Green ville, spent the weekend with Mrs. John M. Kinard on Calhoun street. Her mother, Mrs. E. H. Toohey, spent Sunday in Newberry, and returning to Greenville with her were her daughter, Betty, and her mother, Mrs. J. Y. McFall, who has been with her sister, Mrs. J. M. Kinard, for the past few months. DRINK MAY RIVAL BOMBS AS KILLERS The new year telebrations with which Americans greet 1941 may be marred by as many, or possibly more motor vehicle killings and maimings than the bombing casualties of total war in European capitals, warn safe ty authorities of the National Conser vation Bureau, accident prevention division of the Association of Casualty and Surety Executives, New York city. The Peril Is Great “It seems a certainty that unless many of our new year’s eve celebra tions radically mend their ways, this new year’s eve, hundreds of Ameri ca’s drinking drivers and pedestrians who are alive on December 31, 1940, will not see the dawn of January 1, 1941,” says the association. “This peril is so great,” it con tinues “that it should be forcefully impressed upon the minds of all per sons who are prone to overdo their farewell io the old year and their sa lute to the new. The year-round sta tistics dealing with drink and traffic accidents are ghastly enough—but those averages are multiplied many times during the few hours on new year’s eve.” Traffic Fatalities and Drink Here are a few facts concerning the casualties that result from mix ing alcohol and gasoline. In one of every four fatal motor accidents during 1939, either a driv er or a pedestrian had been drinking. One of every seven pedestrians and one of every nine drivers had drunk too heavily. These statistics do not include the passengers, either drinking or non- drinking, who also lost their lives. Those unfortunates were omanitted be. cause they were presumably not cul-1 pable. Their number is legion. Death Elbows In As the new year’s eve rolls on and restraint begins to disappear, Death elbows into his place as rigmaster of many parties. In one of every three fatal accidents occurring at night, the drinking driver or pedestrian turns up as a member of the cast. But it’s during the wee small hours of the morning that the old man with the scythe really begins to get in his best licks. Averages for the year show that in the single hour between 2 and 3 o’clock in the morning there are about 12 times as marty fatal motor vehicle accidents per miles of travel as there are during the sober hour from 8 to 9 a. m.l PARTISAN ELECTION FAILS TO SPLIT AMERICANS A foreign observer, watching the American political scene during the past few months, would have probably come to the conclusion that the peo ple of the United States were so hopelessly split over the election that, regardless of who won, the nation would be disunited. But the election has come and gone, and the United States, is still here, still ready to de fend it’s form of government, still prepared to present a united front against the forces of totalitarianism. The ability of the minority to ac cept the decision of the majority, without bitterness or rancor, is an American characteristic. Without it, the United States would have fallen apart from internal strife years ago. This phenomenon has long been a~ source of mystery to nations of other lands, particularly those ruled by a dictator or his equivalent. They see, on one hand, an electorate so bitterly partisan that the voters and politicians are almost at each others’ throats. But the morning af ter the election they awake to find the losers congratula' ng the victors and the United States once more a strong united nation. MANY POLLS BROKEN Of the many present-day streamlin ed pests that annoy the citizen, at least one was thoroughly discredited by the general election—the public sentiment polls. Imitating Dr. Gallup, these pollers had become numerous and pestiferous. One could hardly pick up a paper but that some fellow or other was bel lowing a forecast at him. Turn the dial on your radio and there was your poll friend telling you who’d listen what was in store for Roosevelt or Willkie. These prophetic blasts came from newspaper report ers, tooth brush salesmen, soap suds barkers, and a varied host of other folk who claimed to have the “low down” for us. Now it appears that all missed their guesses, save Gallup alone. The poll-takers have run out of “gas”.Their lack of fuel will give us a rest. Kidneys Must Clean Out Adds Excess acids, poisons and wastes in your blood are removed chiefly by your kidneys. Getting up Nights, Burning Passages, Back ache, Swollen Ankles, Nervousness. Rheu matic Pains, Dizziness, Circles Under Eyes, and feeling worn out, often are caused by non-organic and non-systemic Kidney and Bladder troubles. Usually In such cases, the very first dose of Cystex goes right to work helping the Kidneys flush out excess acids and wastes. And this cleansing, purifying Kidney action, in just a day or so, may eas ily make you feel younger, stronger and better than in years. A printed guarantee wrapped around each package of Cystex In sures an immediate refund of the full cost unless you are completely satisfied. You have everything to gain and nothing to lose under this positive money back guarantee so git Cystex from your druggist today for only 35c. WE SHOULD TAKE THE PLANES There seems to be some argument between our government and that of the French over 100 warplanes that rest on board a French aircraft car rier in the harbor of Port de France, island of Martinique. These planes were built in this country for France and were on their way to that coun try when Petain surrendered to the Germans. Now Uncle Sam. wants the French to turn them back to him for his own use or the British. The French object and are holding on to the warbirds. Few Americans would want to make the lot of the French any hard er than it is, but these planes are a potential threat to the security of the southeast. 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