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r - S ! FRIDAY, APRIL 10, 1953 THE NEWBERRY SUN PAGE THREE Prosperity Items A marriage of cordial interest to'their many friends was that of Miss Helen Sanford or Newberry and Columbia and James D. Luth er, Jr. of Calhoun Falls and Pros perity which was solemnized Fri day, April 3, at eleven o’clock, at Zion Methodist church with the Rev. Ray P. Hook, pastor of the bride, officiating. Only the im mediate families witnessed the ceremony. Mr. Luther, the only son of Mr. suit with white accessories and an orchid corsage. Mrs. Luther is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Grady Sanford, form erly of the Stoney Hill community but now of Newberry. She is a graduate of Newberry college and is now a member of the Columbia City school system. Mrs. Luther, the only son of Mr. and Mrs. J. D. Luther, Sr., is a graduate of The Citadel. After graduation he served in the U.S. Army, serving in the Eastern theater. He is now teaching in Calhoun Falls. The couple spent the weekend in Gatinburg, Tenn. Mr. and Mrs. Luther will con tinue teaching and will spend the weekends at the home of the groom’s parents. Mr. and Mrs. Earl Sanford of Woodruff, Sgt. Ray Sanford, 'Mrs. Kitty L. Beardin and Miss Eliza- ’ beth Bearden were out-of-town guests at the marriage. Miss Clara Brown was hostess to the William Lester Chapter of the U.D.C. last Friday afternoon at the home of Mrs. John Stock- man. Miss Hattie Bell Lester of New berry college was leader. She gave a list of the U.D.C. chapters that were named for noted S. C. women, and gave a biography of Lottie Green for whom the Bishop- ville chapter is named. The hostess served a sweet course. Mr. and Mrs. C. F. Saner, who spent the winter with their son-in- law and daughter at a Batesburg Hqtel, have returned home. Mr. and Mrs. Robert Reagin and their son Earl and Mrs. A. K. Epting of Greenwood were Easter Day guests of Mrs. Gurdon W. Counts. Mrs. J. Walter Hamm spent the weekend with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. D. O. RudisiH, in Cherry- ville, N. C. Weekend guests of Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Wessinger were Mr. and Mrs. Elisha Abrams of Bennetts- : ville; Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Pinson of Cross Hill; Mr. and Mrs. Ru dolph Oswald and their two chil dren of Columbia. Mr. and Mrs John Roesel of At-, lanta, Ga., spent Friday with Mrs. Roesel’s mother, Mrs. J. E. Ross. Mrs. Ross went with the Roesels to spend Saturday and Sunday with Mr. Roesel’s parents in Augusta, Ga. Dr. and Mrs. Joe Freed of Co lumbia spent Saturday with Mrs. Freed’s mother and aunt, Mrs. E. W. Werts and Miss Kate Barre. Mr. and Mrs. W. D. Stone and their son Don of Saluda were Sun day guests of Mrs. Stone’s par ents, Dr. and Mrs. C. K. Wheeler. Mrs. Ruth Gilliam of Whitmire and Mr. and Mrs. Callie Dreher of I Batesburg visited Mrs. John Stock- man last week. Mr. and Mrs. W. O. Callahan were weekend guests of Mrs. Cal lahan’s mother, Mrs. P. C. Singley. Weekend guests of Mr. and Mrs. W. L. Mills were Mr. and Mrs. S. C. Brissie and their two sons of Woodruff, James Mills of Aiken, and Mr. and Mrs. Joe Bedenbaugh and their daughter Linda of Lex ington. Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Bedenbaugh and their two children, Jimmy and Ann of Laurens spent the week end with Mrs. R. T. Pugh and Dr. and Mrs. J. I. Bedenbaugh. Mr. and Mrs. Harold Cochran and- their children of Anderson visited Mr. and Mrs. Jake Wheel er and Mr. and Mrs. O. S. Coch ran Sunday. J. L. Rainy of Chattanooga* Tenn. visited Mr. and Mrs. J. D. Luther Saturday. Mr. and Mrs. L. K. Singley of Hendersonville spent Tuesday and Wednesday with Mr. Singley’s sis ter, Mrs. J. D. Luther and Mr. Luther. Mrs. E. A. Bjonerud of Wilming ton, N. C. spent the Easter holi days with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. T. A. Dominick. Mr. and Mrs. James Hunt and their two daughters, Janet and Joan of Spartanburg, spent last week with Mrs. A. B. Hunt and Mrs. Frances Spotts. Miss Katherine Counts of the Greensboro, N. C. *school faculty, spent the Easter holidays with her mother, Mrs. E. O. Counts. Frank McMillan, III, of the Louisville, Ky., Dental School, spent the weekend with his grand mother, Mrs. L. W. Harmon. John Taylor of Florence spent the weekend with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Taylor. Mr. and Mrs. Mayo Creel of Hemingway spent Easter week end with Mrs. Creel’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. J. P. Perry. ' Mrs. Kitty L. Breden and Miss Elizabeth Bearden of Spartanburg were weekend guests of Mr. and Mrs. J. D. Luther and R. P. Luther. Mrs. Hunter L. Fellers has re turned from a visit with her son- in-law and daughter, Capt. and Mrs. Robert L. Myers in Rich mond, Va. Miss Martha Counts of Charles ton spent the weekend with her mother, Mrs. H. E. Counts, Sr. Miss Pat Wise, student at the University of Ga., and Frank C. Wise, Jr. of Atlanta and the Uni versity of Ga. spent the Easter holidays with Mr. and Mrs. B. T. Young. Mr. and Mrs. Clyde Bedenbaugh THIS WEEK'S PATTERN 2144 .1% 2454 N«. 8144 Is eat In sixes 18 to 80 : 36 te 46. Slme 18 takes 6 yds. 35-In. or s4fc yds. 39-ln. No. 8454 Is cat In one slse, adjustable to any bead, takes 44 yds. 35-In. Searf. 1 Vfc yds. 39-ln. Send 30c for EACH pattern with name, address, style number and size to AUD REY LANE BUREAU, Box 369, Madlrfon Square Station, New York 10, N. Y. The new Sprint-Summer Fashion Book shows seores of other styles. 85c extra. ..A «. WEDDING STORY By Virginia Pedeh M AUDE PALEY had been writ ing wedding stories for a good many years now, but it had been a long time since one had been im portant enough to attend person ally. Usually she phoned the family for details, or they sent the infor mation to the Point News office. However, Ed Reilly, owner of the newspaper, had said this morn ing, “Hear that’s going to be quite a shindig at the church on Laurel Ave. this evening. Think you can cover it, Maude?” “For curiosity’s sake, alone, I wouldn’t miss it,” the reporter had replied, her wide-mouthed grin creasing her thin cheeks. “It’s lia ble to be the event of the season in more ways than one, you know.” “How so?” inquired Ed, stretch ing his lanky length in his swivel chair. “Mary Anne Smith is to be maid of honor. And she’s had her eye on the bridegroom, Johnny Kirby, for years. In fact, they were togeth er a lot until the wedding an nouncement.” “Who’s the bride?” “My next door neighbor, Luella Jamison. Mary Anne’s her first cousin, so I suppose that’s why rive’s the main attendant. Any way, Mary Anne has tempera ment—the hair-pulling kind. Never can tell what might happen.” Maude arrived at the church early and went to the basement, where the girls were getting ready The ring bearer, on the verge of a tantrum, had everyone on edge. And Mary Anne kept glaring at Luella. Luella remained cool and quiet, her serenity a trifle annoying at a time like this, when it seemed more fitting for her to be flustered Maude went upstairs and settled her spare frame in. a back pew Candles were lit and the churcb darkened. Apprehension as well as happy expectation was evident in the whispers and soft talk. A hush settled as the organ soared into the wedding march and the procession began. As thr maid of honor walked past Maude, the latter noticed that the rejected girl’s lower lip quivered ominous ly. Mary Anne clutched it quickly in her teeth, and raised her chin a trifle. Maude remembered hearing Mrs. Smith whispering advice to her daughter to keep her pride and not to let on she cared. The reporter wondered how long Mary Anne would be able to keep her com posure. The bride paced slowly along the aisle, dark-haired, large-eyed, and solemn. She was almost as tall as her father, on whose arm she leaned. Her lace-edged veil cascaded down from an orange-blossom halo, and her satin gown rippled into a frilly, full court train. The party grouped itself in the amber, dusky glow of candle-light before the minister. His words were high-pitched and nervous, for this was a very special occasion for him and he was young for his job. People strained forward, trying to catch every dignified syllable. When Johnny, shining with re lief, had slipped the ring on his bride’s finger, and they had re ceived a brief blessing from the pastor, they turned to leave. A photographer took pictures while they posed for a few minutes, anxious to get away. Then they hurried faster than they should have, past hundreds of indulgent, glad smiles. They reached the door to be showered in the vestibule with rice, kisses, best wishes, and congratulations. Miss Fratchett played on, tri umphantly now, for all had gone well, at least in the church. She could only pray that all would go as smoothly at the reception. Maude huddled over her bundle of copy paper, scribbling fast. She wanted to get it all down while it was fresh in her mind, and while 3he was feeling inspired. Readers would want to read every little thing about this affair. For in all the years Maude could remember, this was the first time here had ever been a Tom Thumb wedding in town. T PILED the kids into the flivver and we took off for the state high school tournament. The game started and my team— Buzzard’s Roost—got the first field goal. I came to my feet with a roar like days of old. “Sit down,” the lady behind me says. “Whatcha mean. by yelling for them scrubs. Dontcha know this is the Paint Lick section.” “Madam,” says I with great dig nity, “this is a democracy and one can scream for whom one pleases.” “Not in this section,” says she and pops me on the head with her pocketbook. She apologized and ex plained that her team had just made a goal, too. With three minutes to go and the score tied at 61-62 one of the boys tugs at my coat tail. “I’ve got to go to the bathroom, Pop,” says he. “Can’t you wait a minute?" says I. “No,” says he. “Please,” I begged. “Not a chance. Pop. It’s now or never.” I grabbed for the nearest boy, keeping one eye on the game, rest room. In almost nothing flat we were on the way back into the gym. Then there was a mighty roar. The doors flew open and out poured the fans. “Who won?” I asks the first guy that passes me. He looked at me like 1 was crazy. “Who do you think,” says he and marches on. “Who won,” I screams. The crowd marched by. An hour later I found the oldest son still sitting in his seat. “Why didn’t you meet me outside,” says L “Whatcha sitting here for? “You grabbed the wrong one. Pop,” says he with a sigh. “ I was the one who wanted to go to the bathroom.” of Easley spent the weekend with their parents, Mrs. J. A. Counts and Mr. and ' Mrs. Maxcy Beden baugh. Misses Anne Bedenbaugh and Joan Hawkiqs of Winthrop college spent their spring holidays with their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Dhent A. Bedenbaugh and Mr. and Mrs. J. B. Hawkins. Mrs. J. M. Keller and her soi\ Freddy of Long Island, N. Y. were guests Tuesday of Mr. and Mrs. C. E. Hendrix. Miss Clara Chappell of Green ville spent the weekend with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. A. R. Chap pell. Dr. Jack Martin of Greenville spent the weekend with C. E. Hendrix and Mrs. Hendrix. Easter Day guests of Mr. and Mrs. C. F. Adams were Mr. and Mrs. Carroll Adams and two chil dren of Hartsville; M- Sgt. and Mrs. Alfred Adams and two chil dren of Sumter; and Mr. and Mrs. Ray Wicker and two children of Saluda. "I REMEMBER' BY THE OLD TIMERS From C. W. McFrederick, Cres- ton, Ohio: I remember the corr huskings, apple cuttings, log roll ings and tobacco-house raisings of many years ago. The whole com- munity would turn out to a man and the women would come along to help with the cboking and to sew on a quilt. • • • From Damon Withers, Wheat- croft, Kentucky: I remember when we carried slates to school. Before our arithmetic recitation we made so much noise writing on the slates one could hardly hear the teacher. The first tablet substituted for a slate I thought to be extravagant. I also remember the first woven wire fence 1 ever saw and for good rea son. I ran right smack into it be fore seeing it. • • * From Mrs. R. W. Nobles, Chad- bourn, N. C.: I remember the old cypress knee-bucket that used to hang over my grandfather’s Well. It was suspended from a long beam fastened to a post, called a sweep, which was let down by hand to bring up water from the deep moss- lined well. A gourd, with a curved handled and scrubbed white, hung on a nail driven in the post. Those were the good old days. • • • From Mrs. Clair Reynolds, Hills dale, Michigan: I remember when it was fashionable to have a nice driving horse and carriage and to ride out on Sunday afternoons. Some of these carriages were “sur reys” with a fringe on top. And some people had white leather har ness for their hordes and the car- ' riages were polished to a high luster. I consider such equipage to be much more wonderful than the finest automobile that money can buy. "£ASy : IT BY HELEN HALE G ETTING the home in spanking clean condition for the new season? You’ll find these tips wel come help for your cleaning ses sions. As one cleaning tool, have two pails or one pail with two compart ments. One can hold your suds and the other the rinse, and you’ll have both with you at the same time, as you need them. Make your own dustless dusters for dusting furniture and woodwork. Soak clean cloths for several hours in hot suds to which a few drops of turpentine have been added. Wring and hang to dry. Keep one of these in the living room where it will be handy. Lots of sponges make the clean ing jobs easier because they’re easy to wring out, easy on the RECIPE OF THE WEEK Veal Loaves (Makes 8) 1 pound ground veal 1 pound ground pork 1 can chicken soup 1 cup quick-cooking oatmeal 1 egg 2 teaspoons salt Va teaspoon pepper 1 tablespoon onion juice Paprika Combine mgredients in order given. Make into eight individ ual patties and pack on edge in a loaf pan, making into a solid loaf. Sprinkle with paprika. Bake in a moderate (350°F.) oven for 1 Vi hours hands and lint-free. Rich lathers for cleaning build up quickly if you squeeze them accordion fashion in water and soap or detergent. Have three mops for treating your floors: one soft mop is used on polished floors, a string, cloth or sponge mop for linoleum and tiled surfaces and a detachable lamb’s wool mop for polished floors. Keep your dresser drawers clean by wiping every now and then with a soapy cloth, rinsing with a damp, clean cloth. Use plastic sheeting for lining drawers to make them easy to dust as well as snag-proof. Wash shower curtains in suds in the bath tub. Swish in clean wa ter and spread out to dry, never squeezing them as this creates creases which may mar their ap pearance Last year was the third con secutive year of increase in the traffic death toll. Three, out of four traffic acci dents happen in clear weather on dry roads. Fo. i-.xuert Repair Bring Vonr no and Television GEO N. MARTIN Radio *nd Television Service SALES and SERVICE BOYCE STREET Opposite County Library ’4 HOUR SERVICE ^olephone 811 AAKOli L. RUTLEDGE •• C. tod Sool»l Rygien* Society Eunwc Unlrerelty Offloee Oreemrlile. South Cerollne (continued from last week)* WHERE IS DAD? Much has been heard of “moth er’s little girl,” who cannot relate herself successfully to a husband, as a source of marital disharmony. Just as frequently encountered by the marriage counselor is “mama’s boy,” who cannot be satisfied because he expects his wife to be a personification of his expectations of mother, to meet the impossible demands which grow out of his crippled emotions. Last week’s column closed in the midst of a discussion of how over-dependence upon mother can cripple a boy emotionally. It is all too easy to blame the mother for this, but if the husband does not meet the love and -affectional needs of his wife, what is more natural than she should try to make the relationship with her children meaningful enough to compensate for the loss? On the other hand, it can be destructive to the child to be smothered with the kind of affection and love which should go toward one’s adult mate. * Among the chief offending fath ers are those who by training, ex- Pfrience and advantage should make the best dads. They include the professional groups — clergy, medical doctors, and certain busi ness men—whose very jobs make of them public property. It is not unusual for children of these parents to think of their fathers as veritable strangers. We should not be surprised to find them re sentful of parental restrictions if they have not shared as father and son or daughter from the begin ning. Recently the professional fath er of a high school senior was puz zled, as are many such fathers. “1 have offered to take off one day a month to go camping with Joe, now that he is old enough for us to have something in common, 1 can’t understand his lack of in terest. Makes me think he’s be come a sissy.” For 16 years*Joe has been forc ed to find his major pleasures catering to mother’s wishes and those of her friends. Why should he give up that for a day with a dad he does not know? We do not infer that these fail ures are fatalistic at all times. Children are highly adaptable, and the forces for health within break out and grow. Boys find others who will meet the role of dad, and girls, sometimes getting hurt in the process, seek wholesome re lationships, although they have What Can Dad Do? What can father do? The time MISS TRAP SHOOTER . . . Show- girl Joyce Niven poses fetchingly st trap-shooting tournament in Las Vegas. Nevada. She was a sure hit, regardless of misses she scored. and attention necessary to de velop emotional security in his children is worth more than a higher standard of living. Many dads find that they can rest dur ing the noon hour, “let go” on the way home, and find relaxation from the day’s routine by joining enthusiastically in the care of the children while mother finishes the evening meal. Meal time can be a time of re freshing emotionally as well as satisfying the appetite. When children are in bed, mother and dad can find quiet and relaxation together. Mother will be a more interesting companion too. Unless a man can give some time to children, then he hasn’t the right to a home, but should have considered being a celibate. Other people have to be “writ ten into” the schedule for their share of time, why shouldn’t the family be written in for its share of time too? From birth to maturity, each child needs some special time, at least once a week, when dad be longs to him exclusively. This can mean as much to dad as to the little girls and boys, as he learns to listen to them, share their joys and sorrows, and have the match less experience of participating step-by-step in their development. Yes, fathers are parents too! And, it takes a good father to make possible the best mother. Next week: What’s A Mental Hospital Like? BOYS ARE THAT WAY By J. M. ELEAZER Through childhood we lived mostly in that beautiful world of make-believe. * We played school, church, Indian, fox, doctor, and just about everything. Down the road from us lived two cousins. One h&d six and the other three girls, no (boys. We liked them, and'played with them a lot when rough expeditions in to the stone hills or down on our creek were nqt in order. One warm spring day, when we had just pulled off our shoes, we were playing with them down there in the woods between their houses. We laid rocks around and outlined us a church. Wild violets and dogwood blossoms were picked. These in old broken necked bottles and fruit jars found in a gully there adorned the edifice. Good sized rocks were placed in rows there for the pews. And broken pieces of color ed glass adorned the log there at the front that was our chancel. A large three-foot log of firewood standing on end was the pulpit. And on it we lay an old J. Lynn catalog for the Bible. After arranging all of that, we were ready for the service. I being the only boy there, they made me the preacher. I very reluctantly accepted, since I couldn’t bear seeing our laborious venture fail at that juncture. So I went up front, with solemn look. We had the Lord’s Prayer together. A familiar hymn was announced, and the girls really made it ring down there in the shady dell beneath a canopy of pines. I approached the place for the sermon with great misgivings. But the fateful moment arrived, as it will. I got up, thumbed through the J. Lynn catalog, found my place, and read a few sent ences from the section on cheap jewelry. Then I lit in to preach ing and ranting, as I had seen the Colored folks do. My audience was very responsive, greeting me with the nodding of heads and loud amens. As I reached my cli-. max, Lois got up and started shouting, and she was joined by others, chanting “Praise the Lawd,” “Yes Father,” and the like. The grown folks had heard the commotion down there in the woods, and Cousin Belle and a few of ’em eased down, there to see what was going on. 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