Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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Ohio* FOLKS SAY Aunt Susan’s got a way with vegetables—her greens are always so good tastin’. Well, jubt between us, it’s all because of the good tastin’ seasonin' she uses. Aunt 'Jusan always seasons with Nu-Maid. Yes fljr-e-e. *$e will be paid upon publica tion to tbe first contributor of each accepted saying or idea. Address “Grandma,” 109 East Pearl Street, Cincinnati 2, Ohio. OT-MAO® "Table- Grade” MARGARINE ^ FICTION cow#? SEAL OF APPROVAL By JOHN H. HOSE He had been away a long time but Armand'^ appeared much the same to him—even to the apartment across the street which he nearly by-passed in his bitterness. A RMAND’S looked much the same, even after seven years. The long lunch counter on the right extended the full length of the room, the polished fittings of the soda fountain gleaming in dual rows as they reflected themselves in the mirror behind the counter. To the left were the red leather booths. Half way back was a wide doorway leading to the dining rooms and dance floor beyond. I looked for old Peter, the clean-up man who was the favorite of the high school kids who frequented the place. But he was not in sight. A new soda jerk polished the spotless surface before me, and the girl who took my order was also a newcomer. “A chocolate malted,” I said, and strolled to the jukebox in the far comer while the little mixer hummed. I punched the numbers at random and fed the music box a couple of coins. Back on my otqol I saw that Ar- mand was sitting at the little alcove table overlooking the entire room. It started to rain. Belting down hard, little torrential streams poured from the awnings, just as they had the first night we came to Armand’s Her guardian angel, she’d called him. He had to meet and approve all her new friends. For years they had been neighbors, and Amnand was a kind of paternal friend since her own father had died. As the old boy gave me the once over that rAght, she had laughed gaily. And silly or not, I felt pretty swell when he came over and treat ed us. She told me he gave his seal of approval by treating if he liked you. I was in. ’ I ordered another malted for the sake of the memory, and looked up toward the little alcove, Armand had detached himself from his chair, and with no small amount of effort, was waddling along behind the counter. I waited, thinking of that other night when she had been at my side. The scent of her had been everywhere, her soft hair cas cading gently to her shoulders, the The scent of her had been everywhere, her soft Fair cascading gently to her shoulders, the big brown eyes, long lashes, her soft white skin, and her pouting Ups, vividly bat carefuUy painted to en tice the likes of me. He always sat in this spot, or perched on a stool in the cashier’s cage. He glanced up and smiled like a fat Uttle buddha come to life. He didn’t speak. I thought: “He doesn’t remember me. But then I am the only customer in the place, he must have smiled at me. . . . He remembers me all right,” I thought, “but doubtless doesn’t relish the memory.” I turned away. I couldn’t help but stare out the window. Her apart ment was just across the street, third floor front. The windows over looking the street were dark. Being so near her set the butterflies hop ping in the pit of my stomach. I returned to the fountain and sipped at the malted. Seven years. How do people mark the passage of seven years? To some it’s the span of a witch’s curse on a broken mirror. The return of the locust. The end of the itch. Pil grimages to Mecca. Sabbatical leaves for teachers. Each has his own way of reckoning. Seven years . . . or a century. I glanced at Armand. To him it probably meant another chin . . . more money. To her ... I had no idea. big brown eyes, long lashes, her soft white skin, and her pouting lips, vividly but carefully painted to en tice the likes of me. The old guar dian and I looked at each other for a long minute. I wondered if he was remembering. Finally he smiled. So ... he hadn’t forgotten. “It’s been a long time, Mr. Ander son,” he said in his ingratiating rumble. t I T STUCK out my hand, replying, * “It’s been a very long time, Ar mand. How’ve you been?” “Not bad, not bad,” he shrugged. “A bit older, a trifle wiser. I can’t complain.” His eyes wandered across the street as he left unsaid the answer to my unasked question. “Are you back in town to stay.’* he added, as a kind of afterthought. “That all depends,” I said, and wondered about that “wiser” busi ness. She Certainly must have told him all about me. But he sounded friendly enough. I watched as he glanced again toward the front. I knew he was looking up at her apartment windows. I tried to sound casual as I asked, “Anita been in lately?” He stroked his handful of chins, and seemed to be making a decision before he an- V T HE many griefs of yrfterday Have left me, one by one, Until no shadow of them falls Across today’s bright sun. twered. I fidgeted and sipped again at the malted. He stood watching me for a long minute, then he said: “She was in last night,” he said. “As a matter of fact, we were talk ing about you, Mr. Anderson.” He picked up my empty glass, and forced it down over the automatic washer. I nodded, too busy thinking about what he said to even reply properly. So they had been talking about me? What did that mean? I was certain neither of them knew the real story behind my sudden departure. I’d had to go in a hurry. No one knew except John and Peggy. As far as the others were concerned, I was just a guy who had taken his firm for a few hundred dollars. They probably figured I’d been lucky to escape prison. That I had been covering for John was nobody’s business. I didn’t ap prove what Johnny had done, but Peggy was my' sister. With three kids and another on the way, Johnny knew his salary wouldn’t be able to stand the stretch. Instead of laying his problems before his boss and asking for a raise he lost his head. He did the foolish thing. Others had done it before. I got him out of the mess, but no one knew this but the three of us. So I figured any conversation about me wouldn’t be compliment ary . . . unless they’d discovered that I wasn’t just a cheap thief. I wondered. She lived at the same place. Armand was friendly toward me. What did it all add up to? But did they know these things about Peggy and John? Did they know that the money had been re paid, Or were they like the others —did they suspect that I was just a bum? I guess I might just as well forget about the whole thing and go some place to start all over again. I took one last look toward her apartment, picked up my coat, and asked, the girl for my check. Ar mand had stepped to one of the booths to greet some folks who had come in just as the rain started. I waited for him at the cashier’s booth at the end of the counter. 1 was disgusted and showed it, I guess. Finally Armand shuffled over t>Kthe cash register and took the check the girl had given me. “That’s all right, Mr. Anderson,” he said, “This is my treat. Good luck.” I muttered my thanks and went outside to stand under the awning, wondering where to go in the gloomy downpour. Then it sud denly dawned on me . . . Armand had treated! His seal of approval! I was still Mr. Big across the street —that’s what he was trying to tell me! Armand had let me know that in his quaint, unobtrusive way. I looked again at the apartment win dows. There was a light there now. She was homer I didn't even look up and down, the street, but dashed out into the rain. This was it! The thing I’d waited a million minutes for. This made up for every lonely night, every remark handed out by those who didn’t know. I was going home. I could say all the things that had been bottled up inside me for so long. I could tell her now how much I loved her, how I had longed for her. I glanced back as I entered the building. Armand was peering out the door, his round face pressed against the glass, a wide smile spread across his countenance as I waved merrily before climbing the stairs to the third floor front bv NANCY PEPPER Petticoat Influence. Say, who’s that walking down the street in front of us? We mean that beruflled dresden doll who pauses to swish up her skirts as she steps dainti ly up and down the curb? Could it be the same teen-ager we used to deplore in jeans and shirts?? It could— and it is! It’s YOU in the petticoats that have changed your whole manner and personality, along with your appearance. Conceal or Reveal?—A survey In dicates that most of you approve of the petticoat that hangs a bit be neath your skirt. And just to make sure that it doesn’t blush unseen, you’re catching up one side of your skirt with a bow or clip. All this despite protests from the same Joes who so vigorously and futilely op posed your New Look. Will they be sewing ruffles on their trousers in protest, now that you’ve all sub scribed to the P.H.D. society (Petti coat Hanging Down, that is)? Petticoat Pretties—Down in Louis ville, Ky., teens are living up to Southern Bell traditions by pinning artificial flowers to their petticoat ruffles to match the boutonnieres on their suits or blouses. Out West we hear they’re sewing heart-shaped pockets near the hem of their petti coats for handkerchiefs or sachets. And, all over the country you’re lift ing a comer of your skirt with that new Petticoat Peeper pin with a metal clip at the end of its chain shaped like a little hand. Well, as the Ruffle said to the Flounce, “Let’s Hang Around • Little Longer." Tumor SEWING CIRCLE PATTERNS ^jlroch Simple Se Hmpie —lewincj Scallops Srim (Sutton tranter Ho* 1 SCRIPTURE: Amos 9:21—«:8: 7:10-17; Micah 4:1-5: 5:2-4; 6:6-8. DEVOTIONAL READING: Isaiah 55 Voices of God Lesson for November 14, 1948 4«TIT’HAT became of! our lost VV mules?” That is the kind of question which prophets once upon a time were expected to answer (I Samuel 9:1-10). Some people still have this notion about prophets in the Bible, as if they had been gypsy for tune-tellers, tea-leaf readers or astrolo gers. They were nothing of the sort. It is not possible to open the Bible to Foreman the books of the prophets and read history-in-ad- vance, finding out when the next war is coming and when the end of the world is scheduled. If we could really use the proph ets of the Bible in this way, then any reader of these books could write history accurately in ad vance; but no one has done this' yet. • • • Hired Main and Aristocrat T HE genuine prophets, whose writings make up so much of tbe Bible, are something tar loftier than mere fortune-tellers. They are authentic voices of God. Because of the way they spoke, the timeless truth of what they said, they are God’s spokesmen to our own times as well as to their own, and to all times. The Bible prophets were not “professionals.” They had no churches to support them. No regular meetings were arranged for them. You never would have read in the Jerusalem Journal, if there had been such a news paper, that the Rev. Dr. Isaiah would preach at the temple at 11 a. m. and there would be spe cial music. Few ever knew when or where a prophet might speak. No one knew beforehand where a prophet might come from. Amos, for example, was a hired man from a sheep-ranch. Micah was a small town pregcher. Isaiah was a highly cultured citizen of the capital, in timate with all the important peo ple. Ezekiel Was a trained priest, loving ritual and pageantry. Jere miah was a lonely, hunted man, living often in jails. Daniel was a member of a king's council, wealthy and famous. • They were all kinds of men, these prophets, but one and all, they were God's voices, pleading, warning, teaching all who would hear. • • • Their Times and Ours ILTUMAN nature is always much the same. One man alone, or one man with another man, or a man with a woman, or a man in a crowd—in the Eighth century before Christ when Amos preached, or now in the 20th century after Christ, the same sort of situation brings out the same temptations, the same sins. The prophets often sound quite modem, but that is only because the human race is so old-fashioned. The prophets looked about them and saw a world much like our own. They saw people spending more than they could afford; they saw wealthy wom en dressing In competition with one another whUe poorer wom en starved; they saw crowds of business men attending religions services on Sabbath mornings and spending the rest of the Sabbath figuring ont how to cheat their customers on Mon day. The prophets lived in evil times and they brought the judgment of God to such times—then, now and always. • • • Sins of Society TN AN American town there was a * lynching one Saturday night. The next morning there were tour ser mons in the four little churches of the town; but not one of the preach ers had a word to say about that lynching or any lynching or about the causes that produce such crimes. The prophets never would have missed an opportunity like that. They were not afraid to speak out, even when they had the whole com munity against them. • • • What Does God Require? I T IS easier to say “Don’t” than “Do.” It is easier to criticize than to construct. But the prophets did not stop with warnings. They have given us a pattern for living, which Micah summed up in those matchless, inspired words: “What doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?” Everything that la good. In public life or in private, la in cluded in those 22 words. (CopTTigbt bj tbe International Council ei Religious Educstion oe bebsli ot 40 Protestsnt danonu'nationa. Released br WNU Features.) 1703 ii.» Simple Sewing LJERE’S something simple for *- -* a young sewer. The results are rewardingly handsome. Use a bright plaid for this yoked style, and have short or push-up sleeves. * * ♦ Pattern No. 1703 comes in sizes 11, 12, 13, 14. 16 and 18. Size 12, three-quarter sleeve. 3% yards of 35 or 39-inch. Front Buttons A NEAT, extremely pretty day- time frock for the more ma ture figure. It comes in a wide size range. It button^ down the front, has nice scalloped detail at the shoulders. Pattern No. 8281 is for sizes 36 , 38, 40, 42, 44, 46, 48, 50 and 52. Size 38. short sleeve. 5 yards of 39-inch. easy-to-make styles; spec rlc news—free doll pattern printed inside the book. 23 cents. SEWING CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT. 530 Sooth WeUs St. Chicago 7, IU. Enclose 25 cents In coins for each pattern desired. Pattern No Size Honey During the Ages Interesting are the stories of symbolic ceremonies associated with weddings among people of Asia, Afr^a, and Europe. Not the least of These tells of the part played by honey. Honey was re spected as an important commodi ty, as a symbol of sweetness in family relations and of protection against evil spirits, and as a.food. History records that in the mar riage contracts of ancient Egypt the bridegroom has to promise his bride a definite amount of honey each year. Among the Hindus and certain Central European people honey was used to bless the home or anoint the bridal couple. In Rome and among the Slavs honey or a honey beverage was served to the bride and the bridegroom as a special part of the ceremony. In a few countries some of these and similar customs still persist. Crunchy toasted Kellogg’s AH-Bralij muffins laced with cheese • • • you’ll get “raves” on these every time! i table aves” 2 tablespoons melted shortening 1 egg, slightly beaten % cup milk 1 cup Kellogg's All-Bran L Combine sho 1 cup silted flour 2% teaspoons baking powder % teaspoon salt 1 cup grated American -— cheese acfel All-Bran and 1 zninu Imflkf ; soak fof flva antes. 2. Sift flour with baking powder amt salt; add cheese. Add to first mix ture and stir only until combined. 3. Fill greased muffin pans two-thirds full and bake In moderately hot oven (400 °F.) about 25 minutes. Yield: 9 muffins (2*4 inch size). —*nr a I m Boy U. S. Savings Bonds! r ARE YOU A HEAVY SMOKER? Ckawg* to SANO—f*» distinctive tigaretle with 51.6%* tISS NICOTINE wm C. .1.. 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Each week, the throats of these smokers were exam ined by noted throat specialists — a total of 2470 examinations. These throat specialists found NOT ONE CASE OF THROAT IRRITATION due to smoking CAMELS!