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THE NEWBERRY BUN
FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 1942
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1218 College Street
Newberry, S. C.
O. F. ARMFIELD
Editor and Publisher
One Year .
Published every Friday
Entered as second-class matter December 6, 1937, at
the post office at Newberry, South Carolina, under the
Act of March S, 1879.
Decision Needed to Curb
Inflation, Says The Spectator
My old friend John Wise of Ches
ter will make a public official of the
purest ray serene, as Chairman of
the South Carolina Industrial Com
mission, but what will Chester do
without him in the Senate? And
the Senate itself will miss that
sturdy son of old Chester whose
long and upright service has been
so signally helpful to Chester coun
ty and to the State. Spectator
Poes not know what turned the
thought of Governor flarley to
Senator Wise, but when the Gover
nor looked at Mr. Wise he must
have thought “BEHOLD AN IS
RAELITE INDEED IN WHOM
THERE IS NO GUILE”.
Spectator went on a far journey
last week, as my readers know. And
he went into a far country. Thfs is
a big country, truly. Once I rode
from Gievres, in Southern France,
by Orleans to Paris and then to Lil
le, Brussels (Belgium) Antwerp,
Rotterdam and the Hague (Holland).
It seemed quite a trip and in includ
ed three independent nations—all
now under the heel of Hitler. But
that journey could have been made
in one long day of steady driving.
In this country, however, one may
drive days and day s of steady and
rapid rolling and still be within
Uncle Sam’s territory. We think a
trip from Charleston to Greenville
just a long day’s round trip; but in
Western Europe you could find
several languages spoken within an
equal distance.
Look at your map and see the
little jaunt I embarked on! Starting
at Manning I had business in
Greenville—about 177 miles; leaving
Greenville I turned about the moun
tains, headed for Asheville, but
pausing in Hendersonville to recall
Mr. Norwood Hastie’s fondness for
post cards. From Asheville to Knox
ville nearly left me all awhirl, for
from Marshall, North Carolina, to
Newport, Tennessee, a driver needs
a dizzy-proof head, good eye*, md
a brave spirit. Arriving in Knox
ville I looked over the imposing
city but sown “lit out” for Harri-
man, Tennessee, where I was to
spend the night and see one of the
world’s most ardent fishermen. Sat
urday betimes—at 7:15 a. m., to be
exact, I wa s in the pricipal thor
oughfare of Harriman ready, ac
coutred, booted and spurred, you
know, for the pilgrimage. From
Harriman to Nashville required
about four hours of driving, and
then Memphis still stood far to the
West—about seven good hours in
any man’s time. Memphis is in a
comer: across one line and you en
ter Mississippi; go across the Miss
issippi River and you are in the
proud State of Arkansas.
The war may serve many useful
purposes, one of the most useful
being the simplifying of our mode
of living. Let us learn to walk, to
drink water occasionally, to dress
sensibly and economically, to spend
a few evenings at home with books,
instead of headlines, to eat plain
food, to take the frills out of
schools and colleges, and dedicate
them to serious work. Let’s stop
being so soft, self-indulgent, Indo
lent and extravagant.
Why worry about inflation? What
is inflation, by the way? If a Gov
ernment prints paper money, with
out limit, all prices will go sky-
high. Or if a Government issues
floods of paper money without pro
per redeemable value, or without a
backing of something of real in
trinsic value, people will lose faith
in the value of the money and raise
prices. But we are not in danger
of that. What is the danger? That
our prices will rise from the desire
to reap fortunes and heavy profits;
or because all the items of cost rise.
Wages have risen enormously «nd
that has compelled some price ad
vances. Our Government should
have taken some interest in swol
len wages, instead of trying to curb
the farmers. All in fact should
have been held in check, but equal
ly and fairly. But now the whole
matter is simple: let the Govern
ment ration articles, as it. is doing
with tires; then fix the price. We
need not look scholarly and talk
in abstruse terms or recondite con
cepts: the problem is clear and the
solution is simple. What we need
is decision.
The recommendation of the Com
mittee to establish a State Fort
Authority which would be charged
with preparing proposals for de
veloping the ports of the State, is
before the Legislature. This com
mittee, composed of Senator C. S.
McCall, former Senator James H.
Hammond and Mr. H. A. Manning,
Director of the Rate Bureau of the
Public Service Commission, has
held hearings in principal commer
cial centers of the State to ascertain
what might be done to rebuild the
Port of Charleston. The Committee
was appointed under a resolution
of Senator Means of Charleston and
Charleston County bore the expense
of the investigation.
The Nation needs our 3 ports and
should proceed at once to develop
them in the interest of the national
war effort. If our two Senator* and
six Represntatives in Congress will
push the matter vigorously we shall
awaken the interest of the Govern
ment. Let them go about this with
the same unwavering zeal which
seems to have secured so much for
other States.
As war ports, the Nation could
use our ports; the Nation needs the
ports. Let’s stop being so timid in
dealing with the Government; let’s
present our case and then pres* the
matter unremittingly until we get
attention.
Rather than cut all salaries by a
percentage, taking the capable and
the less able together, why not take
a million or two million from Wel
fare as a start? Almost anyone not
"SAGA"
CARLYSLE BARFIELD In The
News & Courier
He fumbled along in his faltering
way,
And he laughed, sang loud in a
manner gay.
“What man,” cried he, “Can drink
as much.
Of wines or liquors, beers or such
As this old doddering, drunken
wretch?
Speak up, you men, let’s see you
stretch
Your hand to the flask and drink
it dry!
Now what’ll it be, boys, corn or
rye?”
•
No soul gave sound, there were
none to see,
’Twas deep in the mom’s young
infancy.
And even the men who had swept
the street
Were gone and the cop slept on his
beat.
He wandered on to the wide green
square.
With his drunken song and his
brazen leer.
And he sailed on the turbulent seas
of Gin
With a blurring eye but a cocky
grin.
But he tripped on the rise of an
eathen dais,
Tripped, tottered and fell flat on
his face.
He lay, How long? Til the moon’s
pale glow,
Far over the tower began to show,
And the dew, night's tears, at the
day’s approach,
Did soft on his sordid dreams en
croach.
Then over he rolled and up he
reared.
Til the statue’s gaze upon him
leered
All stony and cold in a statue’s
way.
Then he boldly laughed and loud
did he say;
“What ho, Stout Statue, you want a
drink?
Now wait, I know just what you
think! '
A fellow that acts as now I do,
Ain’t got no right for to speak to
you!
Aw, come on drink! Don’t be that
way!
Fling off that flag with the Rebel
Gray!
Stop staring now and drop that
gun;
Jump down from there and join
the fun!
That’s right, hop down, I’m good
as you,
I fought for the good Old Glory,
too!
This blood now running from out
my nose
Where I bruised it on your granite
connected in some way with so-
called welfare will agree that this
State could take care of the utter
destitution which may be found
here for a half million dollars. In
stead of that, instead of relieving
destitution, we make poverty a ca
reer and even send field agents
throughout the State to work up
“clients”, as they call the public de
pendents. The only good which
could follow horizontal cuts in all
salaries would be for half the em
ployees to quit. That would leave
about enough to do all the work, if
properly distributed accordiing to
the work. The only trouble is that
the best might leave. However much
I applaud the fine stand of my
friends of the economy group, let
me urge them to initiate their pro
gram with deep cuts into such ser
vices as Welfare. And let us rem
ember that the Federal Govern
ment’s activity should relieve us of
some other items. Let us be vigil
ant lest the war be made an excuse
for all sorts of expenses, none of
which amount to a row of pins in
the national war effort. Every in
stitution in the State should b« re
duced. We are at war. Do our in
stitutions realize that? We cannot
buy cars; we cannot buy tires; we
are being rationed on sugar; many
concerns are going out of business
because they cannot get raw pro
ducts f° r manufacture, yet notwith
standing that, we pour money into
our institutions as though they were
something apart from ordinary life
and its sacrifices. We as individ
uals, participate proudly in what
ever self-denial the war may re
quire; others will rise to the sup
reme heights of offering themselves;
but we pamper and pet our State
services. Let’s take them in hand
and put them on a war basis.
Perhaps we can save some part
of the eighteen millions we spend
for schools. I know that will seem
like sacrilege. But hundreds of
school teachers have been called to
military service, and hundreds of
others must go. Many of the things
being taught are of no vital import
ance and could be omitted, giving
full work to all on fundamental
subjects. There is no virtue in
spending the money merely for the
sake of spending. If we lose a man
really worth $150 a month we need
not pay $150 a month to some one
whose capability would be amply
rewarded with $75.
It seems a bit strange that some
of us are patriotic and full of zeal—
for a good salary—though we call
our boys to the army for $21.
toes,
Has mixed in French and German
mud
With British, American, Belgian
blood
As it ran like water deep in pools!
Climb down, be friends! AH men
ain’t fools
Though they live to kill, to malm
and fight!
Now ain’t this just one pretty
night?”
To his seeming mind, the statue
found
A place of rest upon the ground,
Took off the sword and the battered
hat
He deep in a studied silence sat
And sipped the drink in a loving
way
With tunic open. The Rebel Gray
Shone wet in spots with a liquored
spray.
Like a windless sail on a misty
day.
Then clearing hi s throat with a
grating rasp
Like the mournful wail of a loosen
ed hasp
He spoke with a quick intake of
breath
Like a man deep down in the
throes of death.
“So young,” said he, “You say you
fought?
And what vain thing was the gain
you sought?
It couldn’t have been for old Goliad
For that was the one that your
father had.
But perhaps you fought to avenge
the Maine?
That’s wrong? Don’t tell me, I’ll
guess again!
It wasn’t in China, that Boxer
crew?
Let’s see, I could have sworn I
knew!”
Then the drunk stood up with
alacrity
And yelled, “I fought for Democra
cy!
I fought for the right to live my
life
In peace; I played fair Freedom’s
fife!
I fought for the right to speak my
mind!
But say, what War-axe did you
grind?
Did you, too, fight for a strip of
lawn.
And the right for a drink your hat
to pawn?
Did all you guys in the Rebel Gray
Fight for the same thing we did,
say?
Did you, too, fight for the right to
be laid
Wrapped in the Flag when the
Debt was paid?”
The statue sat back on his Rebel
hocks
And running his hands through his
granite locks,
Said deep in a glass of modern Gin:
“It seems that we in Cause are kin!
It’s all the same as a fool can see!”
“Drink deep," said the drunk, “To
Democracy!”
!
They drank and long ere the eastern
sky,
Was a rebel gray and reaching
high;
Til naught was left but a drink or
two
In the flask. They both were
nodding, too.
“But ah,” said the statue, “T’would
never do.
For the public to know that I knew
you!
But the time will come when
another war,
Perhaps, your drunken dreams may
mar,
And then, who knows, you, too, may
be
An emblem of War-Dead, such as
me!
And then as now, We’ll open a cask
While we lie in the soft moonglow
to bask.
We’ll talk of the Causes and
bravery!”
“And drink,” said the drunk, “To
Democracy!”
They parted. The drunk, in. silence
tread,
The sidewalk home with a heavy
head.
The statue snored in his stony
sleep,
When out of the west in a clamor
deep,
A noise assailed his granite ears,
A noise he knew down through the
years.
“Remember—”, the slogan loud
and clear
Rang out on the early morning air.
“Remember Pearl Harbor—that’s
new on me!
I’ll fix up a spot for the drunk,”
said he.
The ‘drunk’ moved by, now drunk
no more.
And his comrades shifted, shoved
and swore,
As he stopped to gaze at the statue
there,
At the frozen face and eyes dull
stare
Now gleaming wet. Was it dew or
tear?
Then breaking his rank, he dropped
his gear.
And said, “Should it be that statue’s
cry,
Mourn not our state though we
may die!
In -fear—fret not—Their Cause is
Wrong!
And we in union are—and strong!
Though some may die, t’will not
be vain.
For Freedom sweet shall thrive
again!”
New Cloth
FOR
Pretty Spring
Dresses
Our new spring cloth is here, piles of it in the pret
tiest patterns and colorings you have ever seen.
Come in and make your selections today.
RAYONS, per yard .... 29c, 35c, 39c, 45c
PRINTS 15c to 25c
GABARDINES IN ALL COLORS
Shantung, poplins, Piques . . . 22c, 25c & 35c
Carolina Remnant Store
FRIEND STREET
COURTESY IN DRIVING
Ordinary courttay and steering
wheel etiquette would have prevent
ed thousands of accide'.ts last year
says the patrol pointing out that
driving on the wrong side of the road
was the most common accident viola
tion with nearly a thousand (1,000)
drivers involved in such type acci
dents.
Cutting in front of other drivers
was reported in over four hundred
(400) accidents. Proceeding without
right of way which is an outstand
ing example of driving rudeness ac
counted for over seven hundred (700)
accidents during 1940.
Don’t bully your way through traf
fic says the patrol in asking the mot.
orist to use the same good manners
in the highway that he uses in other
public gatherings.
The patrol urges you to keep your
sense of humor when another driver
cuts across from the left hand lane
to make a right turn, or noses into
a parking place you have just start
ed to back into. Driving will be
safer, and surprisingly pleasant if
you will regard these bad drivers
with the same indulgence you do a
selfish and ill-mannered boy.
Rat is the name of a Missouri
town.
REVOLVERS ARE NEEDED
The government wants to buy
for Home Defense 38 and 45 calibre
revolvers in good; condition. If you
have a good “shooting iron” you
don’t particularly need, you will be
doing a patriotic deed and get some
cash besides by letting it be known.
You should telephone No. 30 and
give the information about what
you have to offer.
tempt to get the Carolinas establish
ed as an area with prices based on
the principal market or markets in
thi s area.”
Talbert said that the delegation
would seek to have many eggs di
verted to the school lunch program
within the two states after being
purchased by the SMA.
Service as Usual!
Reagin’s Shoe Shop is fortunately in position to
give you the same good service as we have over the
past long years.
ROBERT REAGIN, a shoe repairman of more than
ten years’ experience, is now with us and is anxious
to serve you.
Bring your shoes to the old reliable. REAGIN’S
SHOE SHOP, have them nicely repaired, and in
vest the difference in War Savings Stamps.
REAGIN SHOE SHOP
1307 Main St. Next to Exchange Bldg.
STABILIZATION OF EGG PRICES
IS BEING URGED
Columbia, Feb. 8.—An effort to
keep the price of eggs up for South
Carolina producers i s being made
by a committee from North and
South Carolina conferring with sur
plus marketing administration offi
cials in Washington this week.
E. H. Talbert, Clemson extension
marketing specialist representing
South Carolina, said that “an effort
will be made to work out a practi
cal agreement that will be advan
tageous to the farmers of the Car
olinas, especially the small produc
ers who are performing the patriot
ic duty of increasing production of
poultry and eggs for victory.
“The minimum price set by the
government is based on the Chicago
market and the delegation will at-
-— —
HERE’S THE PIEDMONT’S
suce of $1,500,000
The taxes on legal beer and ale
brought in $1,500,000 to South
Carolina in 1941. These taxes are
used to support the School Aid
Fund, and to help pay the costs of
government in cities and towns in
46 So”th ' na counties.
The State returned to the Pied
mont Section in 1941 a total of
$118,588 in beer taxes, to be used
for government costs in eighteen
counties.
That was the Piedmont’s share...
the Pee Dee and others benefited
in their just proportion. That’s
just one way that legal beer and
ale helped South Carolina in 1941.
Since beer has been legal, it has
meant more than $15,000,000 in
tax revenue to the State; more
than 3,500 honest jobs with an
annual payroll of $3,500,000 ...
spent with South Carolina mer
chants for food and clothing and
homes.
Who’d provide these jobs if beer
were not legal? Who’d pay the
taxes ? Where would the Piedmont
get this eatfragovemment income ?
YOU’D have to dig down deeper
... if it were not for legal beer!
SOUTH CAROLINA &
Kor.
BEER WHOLESALERS
ASSOCIATION