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PAGE FOUR THE NEWBERRY SUN FRIDAY, OCTOBER 7, 1949 1218 College Street NEWBERRY, S, C. O. F. Armfikld Editor and Publisher PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY Entered as second-class matter December 6, 1937, at the Postoffice at Newberry, South Carolina, under the Act of Congress of March 3, 1879. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: In S. C., $1.50 per year in advance outside S. C., $2.00 per year in advance. COMMENTS ON MEN AND THINGS BY SPECTATOR HENRY NELSON SNYDER When Dr. Snyder’s spirit left this world a notable career of great service ended. A career ended, but the 'influence, the inspiration, of that life will long be consciously felt and for all time will merge into the hallowed example of majestic consecration. Dr. Snyder was a great man; so great that one may not know the details, yet recognize the notable figure of surpassing achievement. As I knew Dr. Snyder he had not the warm geniality of Dr. Clinkscales, nor the rugged charm of Dr. DuPre; he was somewhat aloof, the student. I do not detract from the schol arship of the extraordinary fac ulty of Wofford in the days of the Great Soul, Dr. Carlisle, for Wofford was singularly fortun ate in the quality of dedicated manhood engaged in guiding the youth of Methodism; but the pre-eminence of Dr. Sny der was two-fold: he so deep ly impressed his students that I have teased my friends by saying that all Wofford men tried to imitate Dr. Snyder. To them Dr. Snyder’s word was the ultimate authority — ipse dixit, in very truth. Few, in deed, have had such an influ ence: then Dr. Snyder carried Wofford College to the outside world, to us Baptists and Pres byterians, as persuasively as to the Methodists. We knew that Dr. Snyder was President of Wofford, but he made so large a place for himself that graciousness of speech that he was the inspired tongue of South Carolina. I was to speak to the stu dents in Chapel. It was a raw day. That chapel which had been warmed by the kindly tones and measured sentences of James H. Carlisle, and the eloquence of Henry N. Snyder was cold that day. Dr. Snyder was in bed, ill, but I was re ceived and introduced by that great gentleman, Doctor DuPre. If only that chapel could talk!! How much of earnest admonition was uttered there; how mellow and sweet the ap peal to a life of sacrifice in service; how high the thoughts of all were lifted under the spell of the gifted Snyder. How rich a life of stirring impulse there dwelt among that body of men. JAMES H. STODDARD I had a roommate at Caro lina—H. P. Johnson. He was h man who loved his fellow- man and loved every brick and bit of mortar in Columbia. We roomed in 13 Pinckney, big, un heated place then. Johnson and I used to chop our wood on the hearth. The Statute of Limi tations protects us, now. To our room—13 Pinckney— came James H. Stoddard, to show his wife where he had once roomed, while poring over Prof. Bain’s Latin and Greek, or delving into the mysteries of “Parson” Flynn’s philoso phy. So I came to know Jim Stoddard. The years passed and Jim Stoddard invited me to speak at the University Sum mer School. There two rare men encouraged me: Patterson Wardlaw and Professor Coker. I could use a long time talk ing about some great educators, but now about my friend Stod dard. He was a sound, safe, good man; the sort of man who measured his course carefully and set sail confidently and buoyantly because he knew that he was on the right track, steering by the Great Eternal Beacon. Mr. Stoddard was a man of all the virtues and none of the vices; he was calm, kind, com passionate, charitable and wise, a solid man, a true guide to the youth of the State. Dr. Stoddard worked through the young people who came to his classes. He held the light of truth before them all the time. If I had tried to find a man who seemed like a char acter founded on eternal prin ciples of righteousness I might have looked on Jim Stoddard and said—Here is the man! The example of such a life lives forever—a sweet, gentle person, but one who did not hold his principles lightly nor compromise them for advan tage. One of my friends thinks I am a direct descendant of old Cato the Censor who is remem bered for his unswerving de termination to destroy the great city of Carthage so as to remove the chief rival of his beloved Rome. Cato, you recall, was so thor oughly resolved to knock Car thage into “innocuous desue tude” that on every occasion he concluded his address by say ing “And, moreover, Carthage must be destroyed.” My friend says that I usually cry out against the useless mortgage under which my Co op friends promise to give their lines to Santee-Cooper. Really, now, I don’t lose any sleep over that, though I have quite an interest in the case as a citizen. If the parallel lines never served any customers ex cept those of us who own farms one might regard the loan of eight million dollars (or twenty, as it may be), as just another wasteful use of money, involving needless mort gage debt; but such a line will never be profitable with just our farm support; so there will develop a highly socialistic ef fort to use those lines in gen eral competition with the ex- isting power lines. Well, you may ask, what of it? “Aye, there’s the rub,” as Shakes peare says, for the hundreds of thousands of dollars, the mil lions of dollars, now paid in taxes and used for Town, County and State support may be sacrificed. Much of this money, probably several mil lions of it, is used for support of the schools and other insti tutions. If competition, with Government money used against big taxpayers, actually drives those taxpayers out of business, then who will pay the taxes? You and I, naturally; and the State may have to impose new and heavy Property Taxes to make up for the loss of reve nue from the Power Compan ies. Yes, I worry about that. And all this seems so foolish to me, when the Federal Pow er Commission and the State Public Service Commission reg ulate rates and service and vir tually control the whole busi ness. Just throwing away eight or twenty million dollars does not scare me; we have thrown so many billions away that we are likely to measure the im portance of a National and State Administration by the mountain of debt which blocks the future. It used to be so in Rome, you know: the measure of a man’s importance was the total of his debts. By that standard the Truman Adminis tration will assume incredible importance. Down here in South Caro lina we are not yet accustomed to big debt, though our Legis lature is sufficiently highmind- ed to lift our gaze to the heights of debt, if given a little more time. But eight million dollars—just eight millions— would be like manna from hea ven to Wofford, Erskine, “P. C.” and others; or it would build a commodious church in every County seat in the State, or a fine building for the train ing of the men and women of tomorrow. That is what eight millions could do. My feeling, I think, is more akin to that of the ancient Athenian who said of the am bitious and vain glorious Alci- biades, “Go on, brave boy; but your success will be the ruin of us, all” However, I didn’t mean to annoy you with men aces of Socialism, for many are so soundly asleep that no one can arouse them. My feeble pen and lisping tongue can’t do much; so forget old Cato, if you will. Recently I attended service in the old High Hills Baptist church, several miles out from Stateburg. This old church is a Baptist shrine; here Richard Furman preached in the days of the Revolution; and this was the beginning of the work which developed into the es tablishment of Furman Univer sity. A mile or so away is the burial ground of the Sumters, General Thomas Sumter, and MRS. WALLACE TO VISIT SON IN RICHMOND, VA. (Mrs. Sarah Wallace and Mrs. Otis Suber of Whitmire are leaving today (Friday) to spend a week in Richmond, Va., with Mrs. Wallace’s son, Cam Wal lace who is a student at the Union Theological Seminary in Richmond. Enroute to Virgin ia they will stop over in Ra leigh to visit Mrs. Wallace’s daughter, Mrs. W. J. Linder- man and Mr. Linderman. While away they will also visit for a day or two in W’ash- ington, D. C. many other Sumters, sleep in the acre surrounded by trees and bushes, as though nature set this plot apart in solemn silence for the repose of the gallant Gamecock who loved the High Hills of the Santee,” as he referred so often to that region, though it is the Wateree River which flows nearby. Our Truman Government is breaking with our soundest American principles. Now why break up the A & P? I hold no brief for the A & P, but to say that it controls the mar ket is so ridiculous as to be amusing. Here in South Caro lina are many great chains and many small chains and thou sands of separate stores. There is active, genuine competition. The size of the A & P has no point in law. If Mr. Truman wants to see the real danger in size let him observe that one man speaks for all the soft coal workers, controls them like a despot, however benevolent; while an other man can dictate the la bor policy ,of several million others, throughout the nation. The A & P can’t dictate any thing; it is in the open mar ket seeking business openly, as is true of all our grocery business. (To this the Editor does not agree.—OFA.) Our Government let Britain spend a hundred and seventv- five million of our dollars to buy wheat in Canada, thougl our wheat farmers have a glut of wheat. What sort of Gov ernment have we? Shall Bri tain now use our dollars to buy cotton in Egypt, while our Government cuts the American cotton farmers? Is the United States Government operated for us; or is it a global pap agency, while Americans are in want? Well, the world is upside down: coffee is going up, in stead of down. Wle Americans drink more and the Brazilians produce less. At least that is what we read. A short time ago the Brazilians had too much coffee. I think they dumped their coffee overboard with Henry Wallace’s hogs. Now look. Jehovah himself can’t please us. SAVING BUILDS A FIRM FOUNDATION Your savings in an insured account here DIG IN and GO TO WORK FOR YOU, earning a worth-while return. Build security by adding to your savings account every pay day. NEWBERRY ^ Federal Savings AND LOAN ASSOCIATION ' OF NEWBERRY J. K. Willingham, Sec’y Newberry, S. C. Notice Effective October 1st All City Business will be transacted at 1013 Boyce Street (Water and Light Office) City of Newberry A. P. SALLEY, Mayor Bj Tad Kestiug Is Mexico slaughtering our waterfowl? To find out, Albert M. Day, head of the Fish and Wildlife Service, late last year visited the region around Mex ico City where gunning is heaviest. He reports: “We found hunting pressure that would be absolutely inconceiv able to the average American duck hunter—because it is so Ught.” Day is convinced that much of the criticism that we in the United States level at the Mex icans is due to a difference in fundamental philosophy about waterfowl hunting. Here duck hunting is a cherished sport. Every waterfowl hunter in the Unted States contributes annu ally toward the management of the resource through purchase of the federal duck stamp. The duck hunters of this country have long been seasoned to reg ulation by the government. They have felt restraints and restrictions for more than 30 years. In Mexico the situation is en tirely different. Hunting is in the same status there as it was here 50 years ago. Game man agement as we know it is prac tically non-existent. The native population takes waterfowl for food pretty much wherever and whenever it can, the same as farm boys in many of our states consider it proper to take rabbits. Yet their methods are so crude and inefficient and the wintering concentrations of birds are so widely scattered that the total take of birds is small. By the very* nature of waterfowl habits combined with the use of ancient weapons, the kill by natives consists in large part of coots. It is true that wild ducks are sold on the market in Mexico— but they probably wouldn’t be sold in restaurants were it not for the demand created by Am erican tourists. And it is true that the outlawed armadas (multiple-barreled guns) are still in operation. But the claim that Mexican sportsmen are killing off our ducks is un founded. And if you’ve won dered why we were restricted to 30 days of duck shooting when Mexicans had four months think of this: actually it was a total of 93 days in the United States against 120 in Mexico. And the breadth of these Unit ed States is less than the length of Mexico, so the comparison is not nearly as odious as some would have us think. In analyzing information from the Fish and Wildlife Service and other qualified observers, it must be concluded that the take of birds in all Mexico probably does not exceed five per cent of the total kill on the North American continent each year. Mexicans point out that Mex ico sells 5,000 hunting licenses as compared to the 12 million in the United States. Of these only about 20 per cent are duck hunters. As for native hunting we should go a bit slow in our criticism. Alaska and Canada bofh recognize the importance of waterfowl in filling the needs of the native population for food and clothing. Mexican game officials and sportsmen are fully aware of their waterfowl situation and the problems involved in im proving it. There is every rea son to believe that the manage ment of this important contin ental resource will become bet ter. Mrs. L. G. Gray Mrs. L. G. Gray (Mary Lou Bowers), wife of the Rev. L. G. Gray and daughter of the late Dr. and Mrs. A. J. Bow ers of Newberry, died at her home Saturday night in Madi son, Ind. Mrs. Gray was born Sept. 24. 1885, in Columbia when her father was pastor of Ebenezer Lutheran church. She attend ed the public schools in New berry and was graduated from Newberry College, class of 1904. After teaching in the public schools of South Carolina for several years she went into home mission work in the Olympia mill village, Colum bia, where she was an assistant to the Rev. Weltner, a Luther an pastor there. Mrs. Gray afterwards went in training as a deaconess at the Baltimore motherhouse, from which she was graduated. After serving Rockford, 111., she was called four years as a deaconess at by the Southern Lutheran church as a missionary to Ja pan. She began her foreign mission work in 1912. The Rev. Mr. and Mrs. Gray were married in Japan in Oc tober, 1922, and returned to the United States in 1926. They were called by the home mis sion board„of the ULCA to un dertake work in the Virgin Is lands where they remained three years. The Rev. Mr. Gray then serv ed as pastor in several charges in Ohio and Indiana, where Mrs. Gray made her chief aim the establishment and encour agement of mission work and was in demand as a public speaker on that subject. * Mrs. Gray is survived by her husband; three children, Louis G. Gray, Jr., of Springfield, Ohio, and Mrs. E. (Dale Click and Robert C. Gray of San Mateo, Calif.; two grandchil dren; two sis’ers. Miss Sadie Bowers of Newberry and Mrs. J. J. Glynn of Savannah, Ga., and one brother, A. J. Bowers of Newberry. Funeral services were con ducted at 4:30 Wednesday af ternoon from the Lutheran church of the Redeemer, New berry, by the pastor, the Rev. Paul E. Monroe, Jr., and Dr. R. A. Goodman. Interment fol lowed in Rosemont cemetery. Active pallbearers: Dr. J. C. Kinard, H. W. Schumpert, Ray mond Blair, Beale H. Cromer, George Sligh, John Chappell, Herman Langford, Hubert H, Setzler. NEWBERRIAN'S FATHER DIES IN SALUDA L. H. Ruff, 88, father of W. O. Ruff, died at his home in Saluda County early last Sat urday morning, and funeral services were held Sunday af ternoon at 3 o’clock at the Sa lem Baptist church in Saluda county. He is also survived by the following children.; Mrs. J. L. Boozer, Mrs. D. Wl Jones and Mrs. Berely Hunter of New berry; two sons, Herman L. Ruff and Robert Ruff, and two other daughters, Mrs. D. B. Harmon and Mrs. F. E. Goff of Saluda, and another son, Ed gar Ruff of North Carolina. 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