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/ 'V .vjmmamgmmmammgmmmgir *• - ’ §• m. i-:V- •■• PAGE POUR THE NEWBERRY SUN FRIDAY, MAY 23, 1962 Utt 1218 College Street NEWBERRY, S. C. PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY By ARMFIELD BROTHERS Entered ae 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 Old churches weave a spell about us, don’t they? Con sider a church building a hundred years old: grandfather and grandmother went there Sunday after Sunday; even great-grandfather. In that building songs of praise and faith and hope have been heard; and words of life and thanksgiving from the pulpit, and fervent petitions to the Most High from the Ministers and from the Godly spirits in the pews. In and near Charleston are many old churches, sanctified by faith. But when you come to an old church in the country, a building standing alone, like a sentinel on his lonely outpost, one’s mind pictures the procession of those who heard the Word of Life as the Minister rightly divided the word of truth. And those once stalwart figures rest in the shade of the trees await ing the final resurrection and translation to the mansions in the Father’s house, each with a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. I’m thinking of three old country churches: one is Crook ed Run Baptist Church, over in Fairfield County, eighteen miles north of Columbia. The building dates from 1826 on the present site and is handsomely remodelled in stone. It stands alone, in deep hush and solemnity, while bodies once young and vigorous, fervent spirits, rest and abide in the Lord. In Sumter County, off the road between Stateburg and Pinewood, stands St. Marks, a stately building and a lasting monument to the generous men and women who made this fine contribution to “the way, the truth and the life.” In dignified and imposing splendor stands St. Marks in the sandhills, with the pines and blackjacks bowing to it in the breeze. Walking through the graveyards of these old churches one • catches the spirit which prompted Thomas Gray to write his beloved “Elegy Written in a Country Church yard” of England. I went to that old churchyard which so deeply moved the poet. It is the yard of the old church at Stoke Poges, England. Some of us rode from London and wandered among the “rugged elms, that yew-trees shade, where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap” .... there where “the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep, each in his narrow cell for ever laid.” We tried, each of us, to recall the sweet verses of “The Elegy.” We walked from grave to grave, sometimes re peating as we read inscriptions: “For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn; Or busy housewife ply fyer evening care; No children run to lisp their sire’s return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.” We need the reminder of the verse: “The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow’r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gave, Await alike th’ inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.” That seems the way of the world, doesn’t it? And it is the end of the conceit and presumption of mere per sonal striving. However, all remember this verse: “Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod. of empire might have sway’d, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. which Wordsworth tried to look before one's birth. You will recall what my stalwart young man was repeating: “Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home.” A friend of mine who thinks I am too harsh a critic might observe that I now summon the spirit of Britain's great poet to tell what is wrong. So I’m quoting Words worth again, with omissions and stanzas re-arranged to suit my mood of the moment: “Great men have been among us; hands that penned And tongues that uttered wisdom; They knew how geniune glory was put on; Taught us how rightfully a nation shone In splendor; what strength was, that would not bend But in magnanimous meekness: Perpetual emptiness! No master spirit, no determined road; But equaly a want of books and men!” Browsing among the books and trying to forget the “slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,” as I recall; and the great march of little men in big position, I recall in my confused thinking something from the pen of Sir Wil liam Jones on “What Constitutes a State.' Hear Sir William: “What constitutes a State? Not high-raised battlement or labored mound, Thick wall or moated gate; Not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned: Not bays and broad-armed ports Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride; Not starred and spangled courts, Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No; men, high-minded men, Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain: These constitute a State, And sovereign Law, that State’s collected will, O’er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.’ ft ft Who knows how great one might become if moving on the stage where great deeds must be done. After all, we are all just men, whether with fanfare and trumpets, or with just the sigh of an unglamorous. round of routine cares. The quiet figure in lonely work, unseen, unheralded, un sung, remembers this verse: “Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom’d caves of ocean bear; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.” So the humble, patient worker, undistinguished, yet faithful and persevering, notably the mother whose daily trials arid sacrifices even the most devoted child cannot understand—she finds comfort in these lines, for they faithfully portray her ceaseless rounds: “Far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn’d to stray; Along the cool, sequester’d vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. ff After all this communion with Thomas Gray I regret to spoil it with the passing evils of the day. Perhaps I may have a moment with Wordsworth, recalling not merely my visit to his lake region of Scotland, but, rather, remem bering a fine young man whom I met recently as he re peated a verse from “Intimations of Immortality,” in I’m sorry to leave the poets, but we must come back to the earth. We read in the papers every day that this Company and that Company and a thousand other Com panies are borrowing money, or holding back their profits, so that they may rebuild, reneww their machinery and buy better and more powerful machinery. I sometimes marvel at the faith of the Companies which constantly spend more money in order to provide good service. If an advertisement were published here tomorrow like this: “Help build the Community. Invest your money with us. No interest, no prifts and, peraps no repayment, but a glorious opportunity!” How many widows and estates, how many men and women would draw their money from the banks to make such an investment? Unless a busi ness earns a profit no one wants to invest in it. How would you like to operate a farm with no prift? My idea is this: years ago I attended a meeting in Columbia and heard one of two men speak in deep disgust against what they called the profit motive. I offered join in their song if they themselves would agree to wotk without pay. They were both men on salary. If everybody would work without pay we might talk against making a profit. A farmer works and sweats and worries and pours into the operation all that he has, and can borrow, just for the hope of a profit. He doesn’t mean to use land, fertilizer, seed and labor merely to swap dollars, does he ? He hopes to make a profit. And if I need a thousand dollars I gladly pay a fair rate of interest, don’t you? Labor needs wages; that is a profit on work; money draws interest or dividends, and that is a profit on the work of the money. But nobody can get work done, or use money, unless he, or someone else, has saved enough money to buy the land or the machinery or the equipment. All came out of some one’s saving, someone’s unspent profit. So the banks wouldn’t have steady balances to lend us if someone had not put his money in the bank. Much of that money in the bank is today, or was, somebody’s profit that he didn't spend. If we had no profit we should have to be under obbliga- tions to the Government. Where would it get the money? From profits growing out of operations, or tax payments by us. Would you like to have Government ownership? Well, did you read in the papers that our Government is short of ammunition in Korea? I am astonished at the stupidity of our Government;. It is grossly incompetent or there would be no shortage of ammunition; it is criminally reckless or it would not tell this to the world; and it also has told that we have few trained units to draw from. We virtually tell the Russians and Chinese that we are at their mercy. Either this inconceivable blundering is true, as they have told Congress; or it is another scare and hul labaloo to force Congress to appropriate more money. This is not a matter of politics, but a matter of life and death for our men. Billions and billions and hundreds of billions and General Collins says we are rationing am munition to our troops in Korea! O'er the Ramparts They Watch f-a# ifjij 7/ t* i Y'a v. ’/I r ./Kt-CV c_. il’ V - h'tmi S> V- \ AUTHOR OF "HOW TO STOP WORRYING AND START LIVING' tlTHEN GEORGE SCHMIDT, Minneapolis, received word that ** his father had died, he traveled home on an airplane. Looking down through the window'he saw some houses through a hole in clouds, and noticed one particularly, a little white house, bathed in sunshine. Then he thought of another white house in Jersey which he used to visit. A little old Swedish lady lived in that house, and it was a place to go if you had any problems on your mind. The door always opened wide when you knocked and there was Mrs. Evander with a big smile on her face. She had a heart as big as the world, and she loved everyone. If she heard someone was sick, she would prepare some tasty dish. She sent flowers from her garden to all the shut-ins she knew about, and she had a smile and a cheerful word for everybody. George remembered that when this little lady died a host of friends came to bid her farewell. He though then that some people can never really die; they leave too much of themselves in this world; all the good, kind things become a part of everyone they have contacted, and though they may leave this world, they live on in the hearts of all who knew them. Suddenly he felt very peaceful, because his father had been that kind of a man, a grand guy, who loved to laugh and to make other people laugh with him. He remembered his own happy childhood, and all the kind words and the understanding his fa ther had given him. He knew he would never see his father alive again, but he knew, too, that he wasn’t dead—he could never die. He left too much of himself with his son, and with all the people he had ever known. Although sadness remained,- the terrible despondency, the crushing grief was gone. He understood then how one may really achieve eternal life, and he fovind peace in that understanding. Carnegie ashington T HE HOUSE MOVED along the huge agricultural appropriation bill, and, in so doing, defeated the powerful Farm Bureau Federation and the National Grange in their efforts to slash soil conservation appropriations and to make other cuts in the department appropria tions. It was unusual to hear from the floor of the house the state ments from members of the con gress that these two organizations were not accurately representing the feeling of their individual mem bers or of the farmers of the nation. Said Congressman Clifford R. Hope of Kansas, ranking Republi can member of the agricultural committee in speaking for a slight cut in conservation appropriations: "There are some farmers in this country who would go further. Two farm organizations have passed resolutions urging that congress go further. I respect those organiza tions, but I do not believe that in taking this position they ?.re speak ing for the great majority of the farmers of this country." Congressman Harold D. Cooley of North Carolina, chairman of the house agricultural committee, speaking in opposition to slashes in the conservation fund said: "We are in a rather strange situation. Unfortunately many farm leaders and farm organizations have turned on the department of agriculture and are actually urging absurd and ridiculous reductions in appropria tions which are necessary if the farm program is to continue to be successfully operated. I want to make it perfectly clear that neither the North Carolina farm bureau nor the North Carolina state grange is in favor of this kind of false economy." • • • Said Congressman Walter Grang er of Utah: "It has been my expe rience that when we have an urge to balance the budget we begin with the appropriation for agriculture. It is generous I admit, on the part of the farm bureau to make this generous gesture of willingness to have the appropriation v cut, but I do iy>t concede that they know any more than I do of what the farmers pf this country need, at least in my own congressional district." Congressman James G. Polk of Ohio denied that the *president of the American Farm Bureau Fed eration represents views of Ameri can farmers and said: “I have been a member of the Farm Bu reau for many, many years. Dur ing the last several weeks it has been my endeavor to find out what the members of the Farm Bureau really think about the recommenda tions of their national organization. I have talked with many farmers and I have yet to find a farm bu reau member who had any part in the so-called resolutions of the na tional organization which recom mended that the AGP payments be cut. All the farmers with whom 1 conferred are strongly in favor of increasing these ACP payments in stead of cutting them." * • • The $250,000,000 appropriation contained in the bill as reported by the sub-committee went through unscathed as did the appropriation for forest service. One administra tion cost was reduced from $30, 000,000 to $25,000,000. The total bill carries appropriations of more than $700,000,000. There is a well defined move un derway now to transfer the land management functions of the land management bureau in the depart ment of interior to the forest serv ice of the department of agricul ture. The move has the backing of the Hoover committee for reorgan ization of the executive branch of the government which officially dissolves as of May 31. The house also passed a sweep ing rewrite of all immigration and naturalization laws liberalizing some, tightening others, and a con troversy headed by Senator Pat McCarran, Nevada, looms in the senate. Senator Brien McMahon of Con necticut is another official candi date for the Democratic nomina tion for President . . . Indications are that controls will be continued under an extension of the defense production act; a senate committee cut $1,000,000 from the foreign aid bill which now goes to the senate for action . . . The federal court of appeals ruled a congressional com mittee did NOT have power to subpena certain financial records of the committee for constitutional government, so reversed the con viction of Edward A. Rumely. HASTENING SPEED CONTROLS (from Anderson Independent) South Carolinians driving on highways travel at an average rate of 50 miles an hour. That’s the report of the State Highway Department on the basis of a survey conducted during March. The average is 3-10ths of a mile slower than last year. Fifty miles per hour average means just that. It in cludes those who like to tear along at 80, as well as those who poke along at 15 or so. How many are in the high brackets we do not know, but if the average is 50 there are bound to be too many and it is among those that many fatal accidents occur. Another disquieting thing in the report was the fact that buses and heavy trucks showed an increase in aver-J age speed. Granted that these behemoths of the highways fulfill a vital transportation need and are one of the big arteries of commerce, the truth is that many of them still go too fast for their own and the public safety. The highway death toll in Anderson County and other parts of the state is alarmingly high, and going higher. Speed is the cause of most fatal accidents. Every day those who advocate 50-mile-per-hour gover nors bn all automobiles have a stronger case to present. NEW USE FOR CUP THAT CHEERS When old Dobbin fell into a well in Olympia, Wash., fire Chief Harry Lynch prescribed whisky. And it worked. The horse was wallowing in about two feet of mud and six inches of water when discovered recently. Police and bystanders dug down one side of the well so the horse could come up a slope instead of a sheer wall if it could get out of the mud. Then they followed the fire chieFs advice, gave the animal a shot of whisky and tugged on a rope. Out came the horse. “It was an old custom to treat horses in the fire service with a snort of red-eye when they were in distress,”. Lynch said. “That's what gave the horse the final energy to get out.” Am THOSE SALUDA LUNKERS ' (from Saluda Sentinel) It is well to know how to swim and especially so if you ever go fishing. You never know when you’re likely \o fall in over your head or jerked in by a large (?) fish. You can prove this by Mr. Henry Crouch. Mr. Crouch may not be an expert swimmer but he knows enough to get out when he falls in .water over his head. He and Mr. Tyrie Crouch were testing out their tackle last Monday—the day! when it was rather cool and quite windy. One of those torpedos got himself hooked on one of Henry’s lines and was checking out for deeper quarters. Seeing his pole taking off, Henry made a dive to retrieve it, but stumbl ing he executed to Tyrie’s amusement, a “belly-buster” into the muddy sky juice. Mr. Crouch saved his pole but you know, the big ones always get away. Wm 1 H! m m H m 11 vZk I M ^ m m > iikmi ^ « Wm 'A I h m lljill 'mmm MAIDEN FLIGHT . . . Boeing YB-52 Stratofortress, new eight-jet heavy bomber, makes maiden flight from field near Seattle and remains in air two boors, 51 minutes. Test Your Intelligence Score 10 points for each correct answer in the first six questions: 1. Waterloo saw the defeat of: —the Spanish Armada —Napoleon —Czar Nicholas II Which of the following is misspelled: —chief —sliegh —believe The Dodecanese Islands are in the: —Dardanelles —Atlantic Ocean —Aegean Sea 4. The length of the Mexican-U. S. boundary is about: —600 miles —2000 miles —3000 miles —800 miles 5. Aardvarks are fond of: —shrimp —oysters —ants —legumes 6. In the Bible, what did Moses strike to get water: —a rock —sand —a tree —stone tablets 7. Listed below are nicknames and opposite them the states to which they are applied. Match them, scoring 10 points for each correct answer. <A) Hoosier (B) Sooner <C) Buckeye (D) Tar Heel Total your points.