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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.
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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.
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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-
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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. They stood
behind some low cedars for a bit
and listened before I saw them.
Seeing them, I lit out for the
thickets below there, and I was
hard to catch for a while.
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