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THE NEWBERRY SUN. NEWBERRY, S. C. Needlework Harmony CUCH fun to do this interesting ^ varied needlework! First em broider flowers and girl in simple stitches, then crochet edge and skirt! ' • • » For varied linens. Pattern 505: trans fer of a 9x20. two 7xl6-inch motifs; cro chet directions. This new, improved pattern makes needlework so simple with its charts, photos, concise directions. Sewing Circle Needlecraft Dept. 564 W. Randolph St. Chicago 80. m. Enclose 20 cents for pattern. No L_ Address ' Play on Words “Now, children,” said the teach er, “an anecdote is a word mean ing a short, funny tale. Bobby, write a sentence on the blackboard containing that word.” Bobby marched up to the black board, and after a moment’s hesi tation, he wrote: “A rabbit has four legs and an anecdote.” Family Ties There is always a tie between a father and son, says the philosopher, and if there is you can wager the son is wearing it. Wants a Reason Joan had been naughty. When her mother was putting her to bed she said: “When you say your prayers, Joan, ask God to make you a good girl tomorrow.” With) an inquiring glance, Joan said: “Why? What’s on tomor row?” Something in Common Don—When is an actor like tree surgeon? John—I give up. Do •—When he takes a bough. ITS ASPIRIN AT ITS BEST StJoseph aspirin WOPIO’S LftRGEST SELLER AT lOt UCllIC that makes folks leEiVvd sleep all night! Thousands now sleep undisturbed because of the news that their being awakened night after night might be from bladder irritation—not the kidneys. Let’s hope so! That’s a condition Folw Pills usually allay within 24 hours. Since blad der irritation is so prevalent and Foley Pilis so potent Folev Pills must benefit you within 24 hours or DOUBLE YOUR MONEY BACK Make 24-hour test. Get Foley Pills from drug gist. Full satisfaction or DOUBLE YOUR MONEY BACK f7T1CHAFED|T<n Quick relief follows mild Resinol Soap cleansing qnd application of soothing, gently medicated Resinol RESINOIS Xlte- FICTION Cornet T HE deafening applause thundered about her, and cries of "Bravo” rent the air of the staid old Music hall. Even through the din, Marya could remember the first time she had heard Louis play. It was the day she had left her music on the train—a brief case filled with sheet music. Even then she had known that this day would come—the day for which she had waited. But she would wait no longer. She remem- *bered how she had gone to their house after church. It was the first summer she stayed in the city to work at Hull house. At the social center she had met Eleanor, Louis’ sister. They were such a charming family, the Alva- nois. Mother and father, first gen eration immigrants from Italy, and the children were American as only the children of immigrants can re joice in the land of the free. As she slipped into her coat to v leave Carnegie hall, Marya re membered that other day. She had taken the train to Kedzie ave nue, and then followed the long streetcar ride to the south side. They had invited her for dinner, but they had asked her to bring her music so that she might sing for them. When she arrived, dinner was ready. They had been to church early so that they would have all in readiness for her visit. Albert— Mr. Alvanio—was not home. Albert traveled for a drug company, and frequently had to be on the road. In fact, the only time she could re member having seen Albert was at the concert later. But Carmen and Eleanor and Louis were there. And, of course, Mrs. Albert was there. Talking. Talking and chattering all the time, and yet accomplishing all the things necessary on the part of a perfect hostess. What a jolly, wonderful dinner it had been. They ate spaghetti and artichokes. She especially remem bered the artichokes, because it was the first time she had eaten them. They had to show her how to pull out the little spines and slide the soft, pulpy, white meat off between your teeth. And they had served chestnuts for dessert. Then Adela—that was Mrs. Al- vanio—was saying, “And now. Miss Ames . . . now, you sing for us!” Marya had sung for them, huge dinner notwithstanding. She sang the songs she was studying . . beautiful melodies from the operas of their beloved Italy, songs of re ligion, love songs ... all the songs in that brief case. Mrs. Albert had accompanied her and sang with her. They all sang. Then a group of noisy young peo ple from the settlement house clubs joined them. Carmen played the cello, Eleanor sang, Marya sang again, and they finally coaxed Louis to play the violin. Louis was twen ty, just Marya’s age, but he was so shy. Louis played for them, resting his round, somewhat boyish face on the chin rest of the instrument. His black, sparkling eyes danced with the music as the inarticulate strings became the medium of mag ic. His eyes danced like the tar- antelle that hr played. And all the music of the ages poured from those strings. . Marya sensed that this was the real Louis. Louis with the laughing black eyes and the tight ringlets of raven hair. When Louis stopped playing, the others were noisy again, but Marya sat quietly in the chair, contemplating the magic artistry of Louis. They wanted her to sing some more, but she refused. How could anyone sing when such genius was present, Louis had come over to her, and sat casually on ,the arm of the -chair. “Did you like my playing. Miss Ames?” he asked politely. “You have a great talent, Louis,” she replied evenly and quietly, but her heart was racing as rapidly as the tempo of the tune he had just played. The group soon surround ed her, and they joined In the folk dances of far-off lands which they performed with such unleashed fury and excitement. When she left, Louis volunteered to walk with her to the street car. At the door she paused to thank Adele for the Ibvely day. Smiling wistfully at Louis, she told his moth er, “this young man is a great artist; he must be encouraged.” But Mrs. Alvanio only laughed, and made some remark about Elea nor being the one with the talent. As they walked to the car line, they exchanged but a few brief sentences, but a tacit understanding tened, spellbound. She had thought to herself, “This is only young Louis, but, oh, he is an artist!” She scarcely dared give utterance to the other thought, "And I love him.” The fiddle strings danced as the magic was forced from them by the hands of Louis. The hands of a youth, but they were the hands of a whole people, singing their song down through the years. The audi ence seemed to like Louis, and the critics said he was a lad “of some promise.” But they had missed the magic. After the concert, Marya began to see Louis more frequently. They woujd take long walks through the parks on the south side, Uieir hands clasped together. Would Louis never speak to her of love, she wondered. And Louis, never seeming to emerge from his shyness, talked of music, and life, but never those words she longed to hear. The* the war came, and Louis was gone! Marya joined the Red Cross pro gram and worked in several of the large social centers in New York. Louis had come over to her, and sat casually on the arm of the chair. “Did you like my playing. Miss Ames?” he asked politely. seemed to have grown between them. On the way to the suburb where she lived, Marya thought about her day—and Louis. She be came so engrossed in her thoughts that she left the brief case with the music on the train. Early that spring, there was a concert at the social center with the women’s symphony accompanying the young artists. Naturally, Marya attended the concert. All the Al- vanios were there—even Albert, who wasn’t selling drugs for once. Elea nor was to sing, and Louis was to play. There were three others on the program, too. Eleanor was the second performer, and she sang beautifully, her lyric soprano float ing magically above the muted vio lins of the orchestra. During the intermission the peo ple talked and buzzed, and the Al- vanios looked toward her and smiled, as though to say, “See, we told you. Eleanor's the one!” The orchestra returned and the program continued. Then Louis played, and the angels listened. Louis, with his soft, round chin rest ing on the violin. From the bay of Naples, where the feeling for song was bom, from the hills of Abruzzi where the shepherds sang, the mu sic welled up to pour frbm this handsome youth coaxing the tone from the instrument. Marya ^ lis- If, vfT 7 RHEUMATISM NEURITIS-LUMBAGO MCNEILS MAGIC REMEDY BRINGS. BI.ESSED RELIEF Large Bottle : wmw]*|20- Small Size 60c » CAITI9I: IS! •Ill IS IIIECTIB * IT III SOOB Dm STIKS •( IT Mill ia rtcaipt a! price MclElt im Cl, laa. jaCISOMflllt 4, TlMMIII IT TAKES SO LITTLE I T takes so litde to put bark the heart In any one: a loving word of praise. Uttered sincerely, oftentimes may Start A light like sunshine running through the days It takes so little when the heart is sad To lift it up—some bright encouragement May rea<h the sorrowing one and make him glad, Even when seemingly all hope i' spent. It takes so little, why should we withhold That precious thing within our power to give? Love, like a warm garment in the cold. And sympathy for others while we live? It cakes so little, ah, dear God, I pray. Help us to give it wisely day by day. ( 8iace tAb// ^otciee// y Lef’i advertise the bene- fit* of life in our town. ! Keep felling' our young 1 people about them. j , i /' She sang quite a bit for the service men, and always she was search ing—searching for a shock of black, curly hair, and those dancing black eyes. But no word came of him. Each year at Christmas she got the Alvanios’ card, and the spright ly, talking note scrawled across its back in Adela’s illegible hand. “Eleanor was at Curtis institute,” she wrote, “and Carmen was study, ing with Mastroberti.” But of Louis—nothing! Marya tried to put him from her mind, but she fought a losing bat tle. She worked furiously, trying to forget. Then the war was over, and the period of readjustment began. She continued to work in New York. One day she returned to her desk to find a letter from Louis. He was to have his debut in Carnegie hall, and had enclosed a ticket for her. Would she be so kind as to come. W OULD she come. An hour be fore concert time, she was waiting in her seat. She listened with bowed head while he played the monumental works of the great composers. The audience liked him, and called for an encore. Then Louis played the tarantelle. She looked up as she listened, and he smiled in her direction as the bow raced across the singing strings. Then the dancing, laughing melody ceased. All around her, the people stood, cheering! The cheering and applause echoed through the huge auditorium, but Marya was remem bering another Sunday afternoon. She remembered the artichokes and chestnuts . . . she thought about her music, the music in that brief case. Beautiful songs they were, love songs, tragic songs, songs in praise of God, songs about men’s souls, songs of death, and songs of life. Life and songs. That was it! Life and songs. Songs on the strings of a violin. As she hurried from the auditor! um and walked up the street, people smiled. People smiled at the young woman who was humming to her self while she walked up the street. They stopped to stare at the girl singing and walking in the snow. During that applause, she had reached her decision. She thought that Louis, like her songs, had been lost to her; but one never lost songs, and one never lost love. These were things of the heart—they could nev er be lost. This time the critics proclaimed Louis the finest young artist to ap pear in the city in many years. A great discovery, they labeled him. She laughed when she read that they had discovered Louis at the concert. She was still smiling when she called the hotel where he was staying. She informed the clerk, “Will you tell Mr. Louis Alvanio that Marya Ames is calling? . . . Yes, I’ll wait.” She had waited so long . . . but now the waiting had come to an end . . . and she smiled as she re membered artichokes and chest nuts, laughing eyes and violins, and music left on a train. SCRIPTURE: Acts 4:32-37: 9:26-31: 11:22-30: 12:25—13:7, 43-62: 14-1-20: 15:1-89; I Corinthians 9:6; Galatians 2:1-13 ; Colossians 4 :10. DEVOTIONAL READING: Psalms 1:1-6. The Mon for the lob Lesson for September 12, 1948 Dr. Foreman H ISTORY KNOWS some men only by their nicknames. Stalin is a nickname, so was Charlemagne. And so is Barnabas, one of the best of the early Christ ians. The apostles nicknamed him ‘‘Barnabas” and the name stuck, for it means “Son of Encouragement,” and Barnabas’ spe cialty was encour aging people who badly needed it. Barnabas was not a brilliant man, perhaps not even a strong one, though he had an impressive “front.” On a jour ney in the back districts the natives would take him for Zeus, king of all the gods. But it was not his looks that were important, it was his big heart. . When Saul was converted, there was an awkward situation when that young convert went back to Jerusalem. The little society of Christians there knew Saul for a tiger. They had suffered at his hands, they had seen their friends dragged off by his henchmen. So when Saul showed up among the very people he had terrified, when he not only showed up but claimed to be one of them, no wonder they were frightened. All but Barnabas. Somehow or other (shall we say it was God’s Spirit in him?) Barnabas was not afraid. He took Saul the Terrible by the hand, he introduced him to the church leaders, he told them his story, he sponsored Saul as we would say. v * • • I An Eye for God A fter that experience ' with Saul, Barnabas’ friends carte to think of him as a man who could probably see the good in any man or situation ff there was any good to be seen. So when the head quarters church in old Jerusalem heard of a novel sort of church down in Antioch, they sent this “Son of Encouragement" down to see wh^t went on. It was certainly no church on the Jerusalem pat tern; was it a good one, or even a genuine church at all? Barnabas would know. And so he did. Other men could see the large number of church members In Antioch; others could give yon statistics about Its rate of growth; others could tell yon it was bl-racial. a daring experi ment then as now. Some ap plauded, some raised their eye brows. • But we read that Barnabas had eyes in his soul as well as in his bead. What he saw, as he looked at that stirring new church with its new ways, was “the grace of God.” All of us can see things on the sur face, we can count noses, we can make reports for the papers. But seeing underneath, seeing the grace of God (or the need of it)—that Is not so easy. Wanted for every church: A Barnabas! Itound Peg—Round Hole W HEN BARNABAS had taken stock at Antioch he knew the place needed a man, and he knew the man for the place. Off he went across the Taurus mountains to Tar sus, wher6 Saul was doing nothing particular, and he brought Saul to Tarsus and set him to work. Saul turned out to be, as Barnabas ex pected, the round peg for the round hole. That team was a “natural”—but only Barnabas would have thought of it. Paul fitted in with the church, too. A tireless worker, he was just the man for that vital growing con gregation. Getting the right people for the right jobs is still one of the big problems of the Christian church. Many a Sunday School class, for instance, now is withering on the stalk, only because the Sun day school superintendent has never found the right teacher. * * • ' The Hands of the Church T HE TIME came when Barnabas and Saul were sent out by that same Antioch church to be the first foreign missionairies ever deliber ately sent out by any Christian church. The hands of the church were laid on them before they left. To this day, when a man is ■~et apart, by ordination, for a particular work in the Christian chorch, hands are laid upon his head. This is more than an an tique ceremony, there is more than magic in it. The laying on of hands may mean different things to different churches, but this at least it always means: The men so ordained are now the hands of the churches they represent. • • • (Copyright by the international Council at Religious Education on bebali ot 40 Protestant denominations. Released by WNU Features.) Texas Rainmaker Sprinkles Crops 24 Hours Daily ELSA, TEX.—Making rain by seeding clouds with dry ice doesn't interest W. A. Harding, owner of the unique Evergreen farms. For 11 years he’s been making two and a half inches of rainfall a day. Harding does his rainmaking op his X,800-acre farm, where he grows alfalfa and sudan grasses for de hydration and manufacture into chicken and horse feed alid vita min pills for humans. His is the only farm in the world, Harding believes, that operates full-blast 24-hours a flay, seven days a week, year after year. Continual sprinkling, harvesting and dehydration is going on at the T-shaped farm in the lower Rio Grande valley. Every 24 hours the sprinkling sys tem lays down two and a half inches of rain on a 120-acre block The" next day another 120 acres are showered. Cnts Alfalfa Frequently By providing plenty of rain, Harding is able to cut his alfalfa 10 times a year, his oats and other small grains three or four times. His oats are cut when eight inches tall, alfalfa at 16 inches. The harv esters barely clear the soil as they snip off the plants. “We cut while the plants are tender and have their greenest pro tein content," explained Harding, one of the real estate men who “opened up” the lower Rio Grande valley after World War I. The alfalfa and oats are con veyed into trucks and hauled to the dehydrator, where they are fed into a telescopic drum furnace 24 feet in diameter. Temperatures of 1,750 degrees Fahrenheit bake out the moisture. Then a hammer mill, grinding at 3,600 revolutions per minute, chops the stalks before they’re sucked through a fine screen. Produces Green Flour The finished product is a pastel green flour, as fine as a house wife's baking flour. The entire de hydration and ■ grinding process takes less than three minutes. Most of the sacks of green flour are shipped to Kansas City, where they are mixed either with poultry teed or processed into vitamin pills for human consumption. “The best thing about this farm is that we contract for bur produc tion a year in advance,” explained Harding, who last year turned out 8,000 tons of dehydrated cereal grasses and alfalfa. “Our soil Is getting richer, too, because of the alfalfa, although we fertilize the oats and sudan grasses.” The farm has Its own power sup ply. Gas wells provide power for the water pumps in the sprinkling system and- for heat for the de hydration plant. N Lawn Furniture Can Be Made at Very Low Cost Baboon Causes Noisy Uproar In Philadelphia Pet Shop PHILADELPHIA—Babs, a five* year-old baboon, came up with her own version of the “bull in the china shop.” Working diligently during the early morning hours, Babs suc ceeded in picking the lock of her cage in a pet shop. Then the trouble started. First she freed a canary which promptly found its way to a fire escape door and headed for the wide open spaces. Babs opened the cages of two sets of puppies, scrambled them thoroughly and as a result, one of the wire-haired terriers got mixed up in a dog fight and killed a 2- month-old chow. While pandemonium reigned on the first floor, Babs ventured up- st^irs to the kennels where dogs are kept for owners. Meanwhile, a passer-by who saw the dog fight downstairs, sent out a call to the shop owner, Mrs. Bertha Docktor. After calming the dogs and get ting them back in their proper pens, Mrs. Docktor’s helper, Ed ward Krimnel set out after Babs with a net. But Babs dodged Krimnel • and was about to follow the canary through the fire escape door when Mrs. Docktor succeeded in luring Babs downstairs with bananas and grapes. ‘Foodless Girl’ in China Raids Pantry at Midnight NANKING.—Yang Mei, 20, who swore she had not eaten for nine years was exposed by the official Central News agency as a midnight pantry raider. The agency said nurses, feign ing sleep at the Chungking hos pital where the girl has been under observation for weeks, caught her slipping into the pan try to feast. She had insisted she lost all appetite for food nine years ago after an illness, but the agency said she had had midnight snacks of chicken, pork and potato stew, porridge, cooke<’ rice, pickled ’Rried beans and other food. 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