Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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SIGHT THE NEWBERRY SUN FRIDAY, KKBKUAHT 9th, 1945,, RUHIKATING AT RANDOM I hear that some ol our Big* Shota plan to build a lot of nice homes for sale before too long. It is said they have bought 10 acres of land in front at Brother Walter Joye’a Uling sta tion for this purpose. I have not learned all the Big Shots involved but believe Clarkson, Whitener, and Caldwell among them. I applaude these Men of Movement on their enterprise. Newberry needs homes, lots of them. Soon our boys will be returning from war and they will want above everything else home to settle down in and enjoy that bride they have been away from so long. They will want a home be cause they will want peace and quiet after the hell of war. They will want a garden and chickens and ba bies and all things that go with a neat little home. Further, through their savings and government help, they will be able to buy homes. Yes, these Big Shots have vision and they will be repaid for dreaming dreams The she chosen for the new homes is a pretty one and there are other sites here which should be filled with homes. Off to the right of the cut off road for instance, in the neigh borhood of the beautiful home of the George Stones. I would like to see all those gently rolling hills fill ed with bright new homes and some day someone WILL see it. This is the natural direction for residential Newberry to grow. Some of you wise boys would do well to get your mitts on some of that acreage, if you can. Not only are there plenty of pros pective buyers of homes among our own people but a lot of people from the .puny little towns around us (say Clinton, Union, etc) would like to live in Newberry—would like to live here because Newberry is a delight ful place to live and rear a family, our people are cultured (with the single exception of one politically- inclined damned rat) and we have good educational facilities, fine parks and so on. Newberry is fortunate to have Big Shots with vision. They COULD ram their dollars down their jeans and sit down and wear the varnish off their office chairs, you know. our miscellaneous collection of mer chandise, called me his “Little Man’’ and now I know why. It was be cause I was willing to stay in the store long hours while my brothers ; romped the countryside. I sold calico, percales, bed ticking, kerosene oil (the red kind), but above all, I sold Lace and Insertion. I sold Lace and Insertion in such quantities that it became a very real part of my being. (Does it still come on those blue cards about 10 by 14 inches?) I did not know then but I know now, why, as a 10-year- old I had such an extensive clientel in Lace and Insertion. You may be lieve it or not but women were mod est in those days, very modest and they did not want to ask a man for Lace and Insertion. Why? Why be cause they wanted it for most part to decorate the bottoms of their drawers. Women wore good, hefty, solid drawers 40 years ago, and they embelished them with Lace and In sertion. i I made a study of Lace and Inser tion and could spit my goods on clotheslines all over the neighbor hood. Lace ran from half an inch to three and four inches in width and it took a good two yards for a single pair of drawers, a yard for each leg. Some of my customers were esthetic souls and ran a band of Insertion around the legs of their drawers a few inches from the bottom, just in case of a night tire, or to tickle their own vanity. Heaven knows there couldn’t have been any other reason. We had big winds in those days but nothing which could hist those dirt- trailing dresses. Some insertion was also used in shirt waists. Bands of it would be sewn into the shirt waist material so as to reveal some of a pink (or blue) undergarment Yes, women were modest then, but still Daughter* at Eve. If I could have had some of the items to sell that merchants sell women today I would have been a multi-millionaire, and the world would have been less one genius. Ah, fate! Thou favorest the rabble. Women of the old South might have been shrews for all I know, but somehow I have always pictured them as does this unknown gent, and we quote him: “Glorious womanhood of the Old South. Fashioned in Para dise, wreathed in graces and virtues that blossomed like flow ers plucked from the green fields of Eden, led down to earth by angels along * pathway of stars, to be the joy, the bless ing, the inspiration of noble men." Lace and Insertion When memory keeps me company, as K too often does these tragic days, I seem always to turn to my boyhood years. Not because they were especially happy years, but be cause I find myself growing old in a young people's world and I don’t like it If somehow they could group we Decrepit Ones together with our walking sticks and rheuma tism and let us stumble toward the sunset together, it would be all right. But to try to accelerate the speed of my tired old bones to the dizzy whirl of youth is too much. Hence, I live with the young only in my memories. Over the door of a little frame building back in the sand-hills were the words “Jefferson Bargain House" and beneath its tin roof I held forth Although my years were but half score I was perhaps not as niave aa my lady customers thought I will reveal it. Somewhere along in here I sought higher education for a few months. I, along with an equally raw fellow had the job of tending the hot air furnace in the basement for which duty we would leave the class room on the least pretax. There was a large register in the hall where the girts gathered on very cold days to warm up and then return to their several rooms. My degenerate friend and I would upon such occasions cut the heat from all the classroomsi and turn it full blast upon the register over which the lassies stood. It was a simple matter to bend the pipe in before hand where it joined the reg ister and have a grand-stand view of proceedings above. The girls’ dress es would billow over their heads but all they did was giggle. They did not know that in the dark recesses below evil 10-year-old eyes were spying out parts of their anatomy which today is an accepted pNH of the general landscape. I know now that my intentions could not have been evil and looking back I am sure I was only doing a little research work. I wanted to seee some of my Lace and Insertion in action. Do they still make Lace and Inser tion? They do! Well, for old times sake I must get some and pretty up my drawers. I told you, didn’t I, that Lace and Insertion was a part of my very being! Besides my old shanks are getting knotty anyway. I believe a little Lace would help my morale—and maybe my morals. I sold Corsets too. Ah, Corsets! The rugged kind with good tested steel staves. I did not fit the cor sets. The ladies just took home a half dozen or so and squeezed into protruded quite noticeably behind— something resembling the letter S I would say. Women “switched” in those days Mates. They couldn’t help it, so tightly were they hemmed in by those iron ribs they did not have free use of their body and legs. I do not know exactly how to discribe their pace except to say that if they were headed North it might be a rythm something like—east-to-west— east-to-west—east-to-west. Say it fast and you will get the general idea. There was a pretty girl who came to the postoffice every morning for her daily letter and on her way home she came past the Jefferson Bar gain House in front of which sat He of the Evil Eye waiting to see it happen. Up the street about a block were two telephone poles on each side of the sidewalk set almost opposite each other. I would watch that girl as she switched along hop ing to see her take a hunk out of a pole or nich her posterior, but it never happened. Ten turned into 11 and 11 into 12, but still it never hap pened. That girl seemed always to step just right to clear the poles. I would watch her caboose disappear behind one pole only to reappear trhunhantly and negotiate the other and continue buckety-buck far up the street. My father was a religious man. He had a big bible with lots of full page pictures in it. He read that bible fervently and made many notes on its margins. He was convinced the Lord would provide with the net result that if we kids wet our one pair of drawers at night we stood before the fire next morning until they were dry. Poor man, I guess he really did believe the Lord would shower him with goodies one day but as well as I remember He never did. Never-the-less I bless his memory and wish I were half as superstitious. I spoke of the pictures in the old book for it forever remains one of life’s mysteries to me why women are so religious in spite of all that religions have done to keep them “in their place.” One of the pictures is as sharp in my mind as if it were beside me as I write. It was a pic ture of hell and all the inmates were women and babies—voluptuous, full breasted women and cherubic-like little babies. Not a man was in sight. These were the babes the churches used to teach would wind up in hell if their parents had not undergone the hocus-pocus of the holy water prior to their deaths, and these were the women who painted their lips and smoked cigarettes. Shades of 1946! Of course a man drew that picture and he drew on a long, long line of superstitious ancestors for his in spiration. Certainly he used no common sense or reason. Even down to this good day women are denied certain' rights in churches with the single exception of the Methodist— God bless them, “Niggers and all! Other pictures in the old book showed Solomon with what seemed half the female population of Isreal grouped about him. Some were drap ed about his manly form while oth ers posed in suggestive attitudes for the gratification of the licentious old g*oat. Then there was old Sampson yanking down the pillars of the temple and Abraham driving from his shack the gal he had tired of, together with her little bastard boy. Sarah is in this scene, too. Sh« stands in the door with a look which seems to say “Scram you hussy, Abe’s MY man." He also chewed tobacco and spat in the sawdust back of the counter. Af ter each squirt he wiped his chin with the palm of his hand and with the same ambery palm served your ? ub. Take it or leave it! I did not mind Uncle Dan’s little idoiosyncrasies. From his tobacco- stained mug flowed the words of The New Life and to my down- 10 years that was enough. He easily convinced me that We The People were being trampled upon like rats and denied our rights by the money 1 ords “Why look at old Billy MiHer” md he pointed a scorning finger in the direction of the biggest house in town. “He's got two fine horses and two rubber-tired buggies. Have you got a buggy?" I admitted I didn’t have, not even a wheel-barrow. “Well then” said Uncle Dan, “you must demand what is yours. You must fight for a buggy.” I suppose he used the illustration of the- buggy because of my scant knowledge of economics. Anyway, I got the idea. I was so sure that the New Day was about to dawn that I swiped 26c from the till of the Jefferson Bar gain House and sfent it off for three months’ subscription to “The Appeal To Reason’’ published by a Jew somewhere in Kansas. I did not for a moment doubt that I would soon be in position to replace the quarter out of what I intended to take away from old Billy Miller fend other money lords once I acquired the technique as outlined in “Appeal To Reason. The paper began coming (in my 10-year-old name!) and from it. I gleaned some toothsome morsels, some delectable phrases to throw at Uncle Dan next we conversed. “Up With the Proletariat.” “Workers of The World Unite!” “Down With Wall Street” and so on and so on. Uncle Dan beamed upon his pupil and cut him up a banana ip- a bowl and poured milk over it, all in the name of the Brotherhood of Man. Ah, me, feasting my belly and my mind all at the sqme time. Too much! To much! I could go on and on with my edu cation in Socialism but I must stop. Uncle Dan has long gone to square accounts with his maker and the 25c was never replaced. My net accre tion from Socialism could not be de posited in Pick Salley’s bank but I know that it broadened my tolerance and gave me great sympathy for; stumbling mankind. TIME TO <AVE ON ?*• - pirns ux pin mx Emulsified Cleansing Cream -lot flaky-dry, thin, sensitive skin. Cleanses ... softens too! Helps make skin look clear, soft. Pink Cleansing Cream—co\d- cream type cleanser, for normal and young skin. Light, melting, refreshing. Leaves skin looking fresh and smooth. Carpenter’s R I T 2 THEATRE THURSDAY and FRIDAY Joyce Reynolds, Robert Hutton, Ed- wrd Arnold, Ann Harding, Alan Hale IN “J A N? 1 E” FOX NEWS SATURDAY Martha O’Driscoll, Noah Beery, Jr., Leo Carrillo, Leon Errol IN “UNDER WESTERN SKIES” UNIVERSAL NEWS MONDAY and TUESDAY Brian Donlevy, Ann Richards, Wal- Ed McConnell, OIO political boss ter Able, John Qualen I at Mollohon says he will be in the „ AN amer icaN ROMANCE” race to succeed Cat. I have worked , M.G.M. NEWS with Ed on political boards and he seems a reasonable sort of fellow. Ro , be . t Lo Wery , Phyllis B ooks, Jack Perhaps if he gets to City Hall and LaRue • under the civilizing influence of our' “DANGEROUS PASSAGE” astute and erudite mayor, he might ' COMEDY become another Thomas Jefferson— “WANDERING HERE & THERE C. A. (Cat) Shealy tells me he will retire as Alderman this year. He started serving his ward 16 years ago (a mere Kitten then) and I believe I can truthfully aay that he served all these years with in telligence and fidelity. Why is he quitting? He says the job is a headache and not too good for his grocery business. The boys around City Hall will miss The Cat; they all know him and like him and he has been around so long that a void will be created by his going. “WELLS THEATRE THURSDAY PORT OF FORTY THIEVES Stephanie Bachelor & Richard Powers Added - INSIDE FRANCE FRIDAY AND SATURDAY ROY ROGERS in “Heart of the Golden West Added: ZORRO’S BLACK WHIP FOX and CROW Comedy MONDAY and TUESDAY The Most Beautiful Women God Ever Forget To Put A Soul Into! BUMMER STORM Linda Darnell, George Sanders, and Anna Lee Added - PATHE NEWS _ WEDNESDAY and THURSDAY STARS ON PARADE Larry Parks & Lynn Merrick Added - THE WAR SPEEDS UP Admission 9c - 30c every day OPERA HOUSE SATURDAY DON “Red” BARRY in “Carson City Cyclone” Added—BLACK ARROW and COMEDY Admission: 9e-25c all day Late Show 10:15 Satruday Night SUMMER STORM Linda Darnell & George Sanders as 10-year-old clerk. Young for a U*® smallest and brought the rest elertc? Yes, but I don’t recall any t>»«k. By the time they got cram time when I didn’t have an old mind. ,med into the smallest one and pack- fltfy father, owner and proprietor of a few towels in their breasts they I believe I have told you some where that I was one of the first and perhaps the youngest convert to Socialism in this country. I had never heard of Karl Marx when I was 10 but I had heard of and knew quite well “Uncle Dan” McLaughlin. Uncle Dan had picked up the Soc ialist doctrine somewhere and had come to our little town to run an eating joint. He wore a derby and he never took it off for anyone. That would not comport with Socialism! FREE LUBRICATION CHARTS-* sTncTaTr CHART : A T I O N 3 ‘ ^ - Announcement I wish to announce that i am back in my store after having been confined to bed for 3 /eeks due to illness. I shall be glad to serve you day or night for any of your drug needs. All prescriptions are filled by licensed druggists at lowest possible price, using only highest quality and most active ingredients, utmost care and caution are ever used, regardless of die size or price of prescription. Bring your next prescription to us. We are open week days 8:30 A. M. to 8 P. M.; Saturdays 8:30 A. M. —. We do not open on Sundays in order that all may attend church, but we are glad to come to our store for prescriptions or urgent medical needs any time Sunday or at night. Day Telephone M8. Night and Sundays 244W. DR. RICHARD LOM1NICK Lominick’s Drug Store ■ , - FOR TRUCK AND TRACTOR By following a Sinclair Lubrication Chart for your tractor and truck you’ll save time, wear and break downs. Sinclair Charts are prepared by Sinclair engineers in cooperation with tractor and truck manufacturers. They show what parts need lubri cating, how often to lubricate and what lubricants to use. Phone or write us the make and model of your tractor and truck and we’ll gladly give you a free chart for each. SINCLAIR FARM OILS LET ME DELIVER TO YOUR FARM S. C. Paysinger, Agent NEWBERRY, S. C. Mr.Farmer . We Have On Hand Now A Large Stock Of : "4 Nitrate of Soda and can let you have any amount you wanti We shall] keep a good slock on hand all during the season for your needs. We Shall Also Have That Good Scoco Fertilizer for you but would advise your coming around and discussing your fertilizer busi ness as^to prices and analysis you will want for the coming season. The Southern Cotton Oil Co. JL A. FEAGLE, Cashier