Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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PAGE SIX THE NEWBERRY SUN The Turkish Towel Goes Modern BY EDNA MILES T HE things that are currently happening to terry cloth are nothing short of mij-aculous. For spring and summer, terry will decorate the outdoors, beaches par ticularly, in the shape of stoles, separates, shorts, middy tops, beach coats and tapered slacks. Designer Harry Berger uses this homespun fabric for a pullover middy-top to team with jeans or slacks for picnicking. This is also a natural towel-top to pull over a bathing suit after a dip. The top has the long middy look with a turn-up cuff at the bottom. Red-and-whlte terry shorts are worn with this. They zip up the center of the back to insure snug fit. Both pieces are pre-shrunk to wash easily just like a batliroom towel. This same designer uses terry for a beach coat that can also double as a lounging coat with matching pajamas. One side of this finger-tip length coat is pre-shrunk terry. The other side is crisp broadcloth. Fabric from the re verse side provides color accent and extra large pockets on both sides hold incidentals. The coat is teamed with matching pajamas. Terry colors are tropically vivid this year. There are many hot pinks, clear blues and sunny yellows. Terry may even be striped, but anyway at all it's a fashion first. Combination beach and loonrc coat, at left, in flnrer-tip length is reversible. It's terry on one side and broadcloth -on the other. Big pockets hold a lot at little things. The terry top, at right. Is a cuffed middy worn over terry shorts in red-and-white stripe. This beach outfit is pre-shrunk, and beat of all, it needs mo ironing. Just wash and -dry it. Amateur Sportsmen STOCK RACES Newberry Fairgrounds SPEEDWAY Every Saturday Night At 8:00 p. Free Parking & Grandstand Seats Come Early - - - - - - Bring a Friend BIG Events Real Thrillers 85 Laps of RACING! Come out and see the Best Drivers and the Fastest Cars in South Carolina ■ 1 ■ 1 Promoted by F. J. Bland and Buddy Davenport Admission $2, Tax Included Children under 12 FREE ALERT AT 107 . .. Peering through spinning wheel she brought here from Sweden in 1868, Mrs. Christina Nelson of Norwalk, Calif., celebrates her 107th birthday. BOYS ARE 1 (ll rin .r“ ) THAT WAY M iIWal hCALi - By J. M. ELEAZER t. AASOX L. RtJTLEDOI C. Moots] snO Social Byglono Society Town and country boys start Puroao 0nlTeralt> Office. OreeoT«;e, South Oerol loa # T v HESE spring hats the ladies are wearing are enough to give a fellow the jitters and bad dreams. I met one in the office building elevator the other day. I can’t describe it exactly. It Wss a lot of straw, fish net, and gadgets. In the back there was a display of feathers somewhat sim ilar to what a peacock’s tail is supposed to look like. The elevator is almost full when this well-padded matron pushes herself in and jams me against the back of the craft. This peacock feather display spread itself just below my nose. For a guy who is allergic to feathers that was tempt ing fate. The sneeze, when I finally let it go, was a long, drawn-out one with enough wind to it to set a schooner on course at 10 knots. The hat tilted and set sail. It came to roost on the bald-headed man in front of the matron, with the tail effect tUted at a dangerous angle The matron screamed. The bald- headed man slapped the hat and it fell to the floor of the elevator. *Tm very sorry,” says I, and attempts to pick up the object of so much trouble. Did you ever try to pick up a hat in a crowded elevator? It can’t be done. The elevator girl became panic- stricken and punched the wrong button. We stopped with a jerk and the matron sat down on me. “My lovely $15 chapeau,”’wails the matron. « I managed to get the elevator girl’s attention. “Get this con traption started,” I snarls. “Don’t shout at me,” she weeps. If I live to be a hundred I’ll never forget the struggle that followed as they hoisted the matron and her squashed spring hat out the emer gency exit. And I’m not likely to forget that $15 hat bill when it arrives. THIS WEEK'S PATTERN 2896 SIZES 12 • 42 2283 SIZES 2 8 No. 2896 Is eat la slses 12 to 29; 36 to 42. Slxe 18 takes 4 yds. S5-ln. or throe 100-lb. feed bags. No. 2283 Is cat In slses 2 to 8. Slxo 4. Itk yds. 35-in. with 2 yds. edging. Send 30c for EACH pattern with name, address, style number and slse to AUDREY LANE BUREAU. Box 869. Madison Square Station, New York 19, snloi out in different worlds that later merge. Their lingos are different. They dress different. And their re actions are usually different. To us it was “throw a rock.’’ But to our city cousins it was “chunk a brick.’’ We thought that awful sissy and laughed at ’em about it when they visited us. Then they laughed at us the w-ay we said it when we went down there . We wore homemade clothes that looked right to us. But I know they must have looked funny to the city kids sure enough. Our pants were three-quarter length, reaching half way below our knees, and were made of heavy jeans. When they got set to both sitting and standing po sitions, they remained about half ebeked, making us look like we were about ready to jump all the time. Our city cousins wore bought clothes, their pants were of the knickerbocker style, and they were made out of wool plaids and worsteds. Our shoes were mostly of the brogan type, made from rough leather, which we wore only when frost was likely. They had shiny shoes that they wore most of the time. And so it went. At Clemson a good many town boys take agricultural courses. They give some fancy answers to questions that every country boy can answer with his eyes shut. Here are a few answers given by town boys of latCy • In naming four cuts of beef, one boy listed “pork chops” as one. Another defined a dual-purpose cow this way, “You get a calf and grow him out to be a milk cow.” In answer to what a shote is, one said it was a cross between a sheep and a goat. Now that was cute. That boy was thinking. I’d have given him a pretty good mark on that. And another defined “virgin wool” as being wool from an un bred sheep. In answer to what he thought of feeding a horse corn in the Do you wonder what goes "on in a State Mental Hospital? Well, in spite of the many inadequacies in facilities and staff, people get well there continually. Let me tell you about Kanah—we shall call him that since it is a Bibli cal name appropriated by himself during the illness—who is truly a modern miracle. Having started out as a tenant farmer upon graduation from high school, he had paid for three small, but productive farms, trucks, tractors, and a fine herd of dairy cattle. At 36, he had a family of seven children, and was highly respected in the neighbor hood. But one day Kanah began act ing “different.” He was mpre re ligious, almost fanatically so; he felt he was “called of God” to save his fellows. Nothing wrong with that, until it was learned that a favorite method of attract ing them was repeaed set-ups at the village tavern, although he refused to drink. He would ask forgiveness of the family for these spending sprees and “start over.” The neighbors felt something was wrong when he began kneel ing publicly to pray for the cows, but the immediate family said if God told him to pray for cows, who were they to object? Finally creditors pressed de mands and the horrible truth came out—he had spent the family sav ings, heavily mortgaged the farms, and they were poverty stricken. He then became fearful that a “gang” or lynching • mob would get him and wanted to destroy himself before they did. The family doctor was able to lead the wife to commit the patient to the ear, one boy answered that he thought it would be better to feed it to him in the mouth. On another quizz, the group was asked to name three breeds of sheep. One city boy answered “black sheep, white sheep, and FRIDAY, APRIL 17, 1953 hydraulic ram.” Well, enough of that. State Hospital. The parental family objected, strenuously, in sisting that a great injustice was being done their son. Usually mental patients are very quiet and cooperative, but Kanah was violently upset in fear of destruction—he felt he was to be pickled in oil. Ordinary seda tion would not slow him down, and he had amazing strength. He would run the length of a hall, crashing head first against the heavy doors. The parents insisted that he be released, and hired &- lawyer to defend the patient’s rights. They also brought a large cake with a carving knife con cealed in the wrappings. The staff found that Kanah was a paretic — i. e., the syphilis spirochete had invaded the central nervous system and was destroy ing his brain. Many years ago while away from home he became intoxicaed, visited a prostitute and contracted syphilis. In shame and fear of disgrace he went to a quack who was content to remove the out ward symptoms. Thinking him self to be cured, he found that the germs had lain dormant, then, became active and invaded the nervous system. A few years ago this would have meant not only mental derangement, but rapid physical deterioration and early death. We hasten to point out that not all paretics act as did this patient, and that not all mental patients who act like this are paretics. Many people feel that inost mental illness has something to do with, sexual indiscretion, which is cer tainly not true. Only seven per cent of the total admissions to state hospitals are due to syphilis. For instance, in 1949 South Caro lina has 1502 admissions, with 102 of them of ttiis type. Yes, Kanah was neyond ordi nary medical and religious care, and on the road to the cemetery, traveling fast. But today he is healthier than at any time in his life, is working the family out of debt, and has regained the ad miration and respect of his friends and neighbors. He is truly a modern miracle, the kind that can happen in State- Hospitals. The way it happened is the subject of next week’s column. God: Give me the strength to smile... Smile, and hold back your tears: she must not see them. Smile... that she may sense no echo of the voice you heard this morning—the surgeons voice, gentle and hopeless. “Tm sorry. I’m afraid we’re too late.” • • • • O “Too late...” Cancer, the most terrible sqourge of all, last year killed 70,000 Americans who would have lived if treated in time. Few indeed are the Americans whose lives will never be shadowed by tins monstrous and im placable enemy. It may be you. Your wife, your parents. Your children... ‘Too late..." The bitter, pitiful truth is that we Americans—the most gen erous people on earth—have not yet contributed adequately to the war against cancer. And some are paying immeasurably in agony and grief, be cause there is not enough money. Is there hope of a final, certain cure for cancer? Yes—night and day our niedi- cal laboratories are forging the swords of knowledge. But not as fast as we all wish and pray they were—there is not enough money... Far from enough! Last year, the Am. can Cancer Society was able to allocate only $4,100,000 for cancer research less than three cents per American pei year! Yet, as things stand today, 22 mi lion Americans will die of cancer—fo cancer strikes one out of five. Hov long can we remhin so indifferent t< this monstrous thing—how many live can we afford to throw away—? • ••••• Won’t you please contribute—now, befo. you forget again? Please let your contribi tion be as large as your faith, and as heart felt as your prayer... that, working to eetber, we can lift this sorrow not onl from our own time and nation, but ho all the ages of man to come... I AMERICAN CANCER SOCIETY Gentlemen: Please send me free lit erature about’cancer. Enclosed is my contribution of $ .to the cancer crusade. NAME i ADDRESS.. CITY.. I Simp, cb “CAf NAM STATE.. Simply address the envelope: CANCER" e/o POSTMASTER NAME OP YOUR TOWN !nf< Book shows scores of extra. other styles. 25c PURCELLS B. C. Moore Sons