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THURSDAY, JUNE 4, 1953 THE NEWBERRY SUN PAGE SEVEN NIGHTMARE AND REALITY By Tony Grabo J IM waited tensely, he was huddled in a comer of the ■mall room. His eyes were large, and now, filled with fearful excite ment. His nerves were taut, and he scarcely dared to breathe. Through the frame of the open window, the moon cast a pale, oblique patch of light onto the cen ter of the floor. The ethereal luminescence made everything seem illusive; distorted. Opposite him—on the other side of the patch of light—crouched a tiger! He was on his haunches, staring at him with unblinking, yel low-green eyes. The stripes on his body were jet-black with a velvety sheen to than, which contrasted sharply against the yellowish back ground of his coat. His tail formed a half-loop be hind him, while he crouched with his lithe body almost touching the floor. His shoulders were hunched and paws that were large, and thickly padded, were drawn up under him In a position ready to spring! His stance didn’t change; he lurked there with eyes that re flected an iridescent light; staring —unblinking. And there, just a few feet from him—stood a lion! Not preparing to do battle with the tiger, but staring—staring at him! Two sav age animals—^hereditary enemies— were now unmindful of each other, glaring at their common enemy— man. The lion’s tawny frame was planted solidly on stocky legs. The tufted fetlocks grew in profusion and almost covered his huge paws. His massive head was held high, allowing the darker mane to flow freely from it. He was the lord; undisputed king of the jungle! Fearless of man or beast! His limpid eyes scarcely veiled the ferocity contained within him. The tip of his tail lay on the floor with the mane at the end seem ingly unattached, resembling an outgrowth of vegetation. He stood there, eyes glowing luminously; foreboding, not moving. Jim glanced briefly out the rec tangular square of light. Now, the night sounds began to creep into the room. All the little noises as sociated with night were grossly exaggerated. The wind stirred the leaves gently as it passed through the trees; the clouds made pat terns against the moon, and the chirping and cricketing of small insects filled the square of the win dow and ricocheted around from wall to wall. He wished he had obeyed his mother and stayed in bed like she told him to. Maybe this never would have happened. Everything was out of control now, it had gone too far. What was that? A noise—by the door. Slowly—ever so slowly, it began to open. The sliver of light from the other room gradually ex panded until it silhouetted some one standing there. “Danny!” Gladness blotted out fantasy as he recognized his mother’s voice and rushed into her arms, unmind ful of the scolding he would get. “How many times must I tell you not to play with those stuffed animals after you’re put to bed? You,know they’ll cause you to have nightmares if you play with them in the dark!” JL4.RO* L. ROTLTOOI • . t Mantd tod Soeld Bygl«oe Society rumen Dnleerelty Offloee OreenTllle, South Cerolloa BOYS ARE THAT WAY By J. M. ELEAZER Folks around home were awful saving. They had to be. For a living came hard in the stone hills of the Dutch Fork in our time. Our folks hated debt, and just didn’t make 'em. Farms were small and unencumbered. Chick ens, the old fashioned sort that largely shifted for themselves, fur nished most of the spending change we had. We never went to Chapin or White Rock without a basket of eggs and perhaps a chicken or two to get what we wanted with. They were our “legal tender” for the few things we had to have along. In the fall then, when we sold our bale or two of cotton, that was the only real money we had for the year. It was frugally spent, and a part of it saved. A bolt or two of cloth, a barrel of sugar, and about 3 barrels of flour for the coming year were always gotten. And perhaps a few pairs of shoes for the family. But if the ones from the winter before would stand another half-sole, leather and tacks were gotten for that and the shoes usually repair ed around the first fire of fall at night. Clothes, specially overalls, were patched on top of patches until parts of ’em looked like a crazy quilt. Old stockings that had been darned so much the feet couldn’t be fixed again were saved and used as mittens by the ladies when at work in field or garden. We never threw a string away. No matter how badly knotted, deaf fingers straightened it out and wound it around the hand and tied it up securely like a plow line so it wouldn’t get tangled any more. These and paper sacks were kept in a kitchen drawer. It was a sin to throw away or burn anything to eat. So fruit peelings were always fed to the hogs or thrown to the chickens, as were all scraps from the table, down to the smallest crumb. In later years I heard of a fellow who was so frugal he’d literally skin a flea for its hide. Well, now, that was just about us in the Stone Hills back almost a half century ago. MRS. HARMON BREAKS ARM IN FALL AT HOME The friends of Mrs. J. B. (Gus- sie) Harmon, will be sorry to learn that she had the misfortune to fall at her home on Nance street last Thursday and break her left arm. She is doing nice ly although she will have to carry her arm in a sling for a while. Mrs. Harmon is the mother of F. J. and “Skipper” Harmon. CHARLES DAWKINS TO ASSIST IN CHURCH WORK IN CHARLESTON Charles Dawkins, son of Treas urer and Mrs. J. Ray Dawkins, who is a ministerial student at the Lutheran Seminary in Columbia, arrived in the city Monday to spend a few days with his parents, before leaving this weekend for Charleston. Mr.’ Dawkins will as sist Dr. Kingsport in his work at the St. Matthews Lutheran Church in Charleston for the summer months. S0? 1. A monsoon is (a) a hurricane; (b) a heat wave; (e) a wind that brings heavy rain. t. President Eisenhower has just named a new chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. He is (a) General Matthew Bidgway; (b) Admiral Arthur Radford; (o) General Alfred Graenther. S. The longest speech ever made in the U. S. Senate was: (a) 1C hours 23 minutes; (b) 19 hours 23 minutes; (e) 22 hours 26 ANSWERS sjnoq ZZ *8 -pjojpvH jaqwv r»'»l«PV '8 -b|«j XA«»q •Sa|jq t«qt pn|a y 'I RETARDED CHILDREN They called him “Cubee,” be cause in wandering as an unwant ed “orphan” he had contracted ringworm which had left his entire head as bare as a cue ball. It was a badly worm head too, with several ugly scars from deep cuts inflicted by angry relatives. He was only eleven years of age, but had been committed to a State Mental Hospital. Everyone knew he didn’t, belong there, but the training home for mentally retarded children was overcrowd ed, he had been declared Incor-, rigible at the state children’s home, and public agencies had long sense given up working with him. Chaos on the Ward The hospital ward was in an up roar from the first hour of his- ad mission, where he antagonized the mental patients. Feeling they might win him with affection, he was placed with a group of elderly men. They tried to pet him, only to be kicked in the shins or cuff ed in the stomach. When patients were taken for a walk or for recreation Cubee would run like a rabbit at the slightest chance, to have to be returned kicking and screaming. Everyone hesitated to “just leave him locked up” but It seemed necessary. Then a young minister came to study at the hospital, one of the growing number of clergymen who are getting specialized training in dealing with emotional problems. When he first saw Cubee he was overwhelmed with emotion, recall ing his own childhood of depriva tion and mistreatment. Later he had the boy brought to the office and left there, although the at tendant feared for the young minister’s safety in the hands of “that little hellion.” They Got Acquainted The next few minutes went something like this: “Hi fellow. Come in and make yourself com fortable . . . What’s your name?” “Cubee.” “Your real name, I mean.” “Cubee.” The long silence was broken by, "Okay, huh, ^hataya want outa me?” “Nothing. Just wanted to know you. Heard you had ‘been around’ and as a kid I ‘got around too.’ Thought we might hit It off.” “Humpf!” When the boy remained hostile and suspicious: “I’ll walk you back to the ward, but any time you would ■like to visit, have them call and I’ll come walk over with you.” “You mean I won’t hafta be brung by that ’tendant?” “I’ll come for you . . .” “And you don’t want nothin’ from me?” “Nothin’!” A week went by and then a visit, and again questions about what the counselor’s motive was, to which he replied, “I just like being with you.” One day Cubee pulled from the shelf a book with a black cover, thumbed through it and threw it on the desk. “Not what you thought it was? ... May be this is it,” handing the boy a Bible. He was pleased at being understood, but then embarrassed because he couldn’t read very well. “This ■ might interest you too,” handing him a book of religious art. He looked a hit and then suddenly went Into action. The swivel chair became a dis tressed ship, the sailors became seasick, and finally Jonah was dumped overboard, landing flat on his back on a bouncing wave. The whale did his duty, and then got sick himself. When Jonah was deposited on the beach, Cubee was exhausted), but could that per formance have been filmed it would have fascinated millions. Play Therapy Other stories followed day after day Cubee demonstrated an intelligence and capabilities never known before, and which pyscho- logical tests had failed to reveal. In drama of his own design he worked off bad feelings which had piled up so high as to smother his potentialities, and make it neces sary to strike out at others. He was a gentleman in the office now, and on the grounds with his new friend, but continued to be almost unmanageable on the hos pital ward. Then came the real test—could he respond to complete trust? The minister begged per mission to take him down town alone, and as they walked Cubee kept glancing at him. Many would have thought he was looking for an opportunity to escape, but “having been there” himself, the minister knew Cubee was trying to discover the distrust which he had come to expect in others. Next week we shall finish the story. INTELEIGRAM Check the correct word. 1. “Hamlet” was (Danish) (British). 2. Liberia is in (South America) (Africa). 3. Bermuda is a (Spanish) (British) colony. 4. Randy Turpin is a (comedian) (boxer). 5. An Ichthyologist studies (fish) (insects). 6. F. D. Roosevelt was elected to (five) (four) terms as President 7. Kandy is a city in (Ceylon) (Tasmania). 8. Julius Caesar spoke (Latin) (Hibernian). 9. Water is an (element) (compound). 10. The voice comes from the (larnyx) (nares). Check your answers, scoring yourself 10 points for each correct choice. A score of 0-20 is poor; 30-60, average; 70-80, superior; 90-100, very superior. Decoded Intelligram 1—Danish. 2—Africa. 3—British. 4—Boxer. 5—Fish. 6—Four. 1—Ceylon. 8—Latin. 9—Compound. 10—Larnyx. FARMS AND FOLKS By J. M. ELEAZER Clemaon Extension Information Specialist CHANGE While with County Agent Coch ran of Union, I was struck by the grass I saw. No scattered patches of it there. But large fields over hill and vale were tied down with sod on which cattle grazed. Looking up some old figures on that county, I saw what great change had taken place. Away back in 1897 Union county made 33,000 bales of cotton. In 1950 they made 3,520. Therefore, there was great room for grass, or anything that cotton’s lost acres would grow profitably there. In addition to grass, I saw that trees, pine trees, had new mean ing there. Folks were beginning to take care of their woodlands and manage them for a continuous harvest. The pulpwood business was booming, but little ruinous cutting was being done. So, with far less cotton, Union is meeting its future with the change that the time calls for. And with cotton, and grass, and trees, and the livestock, dairy, and poultry that fit in with that system, that county seems surely headed for better days. CROPS APLENTY Out in the sandhills of Lex ington, County Agent Evans took me by to see a hustling 44 year old farmer, N. O. Miller. Out there, on land that once looked like starvation, this hust ling family of 12 has done well. They grow peaches, apples, grapes, scuppernongs, plums, pears, and all manner of truck. I often marvel at the things you can grow here. It is not so elsewhere. At most places it is rather restricted as to what soil and climate will permit you to grow profitably. But here a goodly climate will permit you to grow just about anything that’s in the book, except citrus fruits. And nowhere else do I find that so. That’s the reason I think more of this area every time I come back from a trip to distant shores. YEAR-AROUND GRAZING - We have talked a lot about year- around grazing here. We brag about it, and rightly so. But few folks yet have It in abundance. But some do. And they are pointing the way to pleasant scenes of sod and cattle on many of cotton’s lost acres. One farmer who really has ft is H. O. Long of Newberry, and there are others. Despite droughts and hard winters, Mr. Long still had plenty of good green grazing on his 510 acres of permanent CHAMP BLOOD DONORS . •. Mrs. C. H. Clarke, 58, of Thurmont, Md., mother of 24 children. Is shown In Chicago donating 37th pint of blood to Red Cross. At right, Irving Caplan, 35, of Chicago, gives 51st pint. pastures for his herd of 340 beef cattle. A sign hangs at the road by his place saying “Something to sell every day.” Some years ago a man stopped by there on Sunday for some cotton seed. He wouldn’t sell ’em on Sunday. The man pointed to the sign, “every day.” Mr. Long told him he thought everyone would know that Sunday was naturally excepted. Newberry really has grazing. Riding with County Agent Ezell, we were hardly ever out of sight of it PIONEERING I read somewhere that a mis take Is proof that somebody tried to do something. By trial and error we learn. And the experiment stations save us a lot of thaf grief. In our changing agriculture, and a revolutionary change is tak ing place now, we don’t know nearly all the answers yet. Grass itself still carries many riddles. Yet we are headed Into it in a big way. We are learning as we go. Irrigation is right on our door step. And our Ignorance of it is enormous. But, by painstaking experiment and rapid trial and er ror, we are learning. And it shows great promise in almost every field. We have gone far enough to know that a new fron tier lies there, a vast new yield potential. It is calling from every stream and pond. And it beckons from every pond site, both dryland and watered. For our rainfall is heavy, and mixed in with many droughts. Catch, hold, and then use that life-giving water for crop insurance is our immediate pro blem. And it can be gone with profit. Some are already doing it. TWO COUNTY GIRLS GRADUATE. AT WINTHROP COLLEGE Miss Mozell Viola Jackson of Newberry and Miss Dorothy Elinor Mills of Prosperity, were mem bers of the 1953 graduating class at Wlnthrop College. They re ceived their degrees in Bachelor of 1 Science at the commencement exercises which was held Sunday, May 31st. - •. : • * IK B Hrancng. ^ ■ WWW WImi HOME FROM CZECH PRISON . . . William Oatts, AP corre spondent imprisoned by Csechs for 25 months. Is greeted by wife, Laura belle, after release and air trip to New York. Bo you what tins cal can no FENCE FEEDER . . . Here's an idea for a save space in n small poultry yard. It is an for grass, chopped alfalfa and other green feeder that wOl self-feeder KIRKSEY KOON RETURNS HOME FROM HOSPITAL Kirksey Koon returned to his home on the Belfast Road last Thursday afternoon from the Co lumbia Hospital, where he was a patient several days undergoing treatment. He is reported to be doing nicely. It can set you atingle with thrill. It can move from zero to legal speed quicker and quieter than any Buick before it—and with the utter smooth ness of a gull in glide—because this is a 1953 Buick with the spectacular getaway of Twin-Turbine Dynaftow* It can loaf easily up a long steep hill —swoop instantly ahead when there*s safe passing to be done—or whisper along at highway pace with throttle barely open — because this is the Buick powered with the world*s most advanced V8 engine, with record- high compression of 8.5 to 1, It can surround you with comfort, luxury, restful ease. It can velvet a rough road with its even softer all-coil-spring cushioning —track true on curves with its solid torque-tube steadiness—handle like a ftyrod with its Power Steering* — gentle to a precise halt , with its Power Brakes. And it can seat you in the superb com fort of true spaciousness — because this big and brawny beauty is the Buick SUPER Riviera Sedan — room iest six-passenger sedan made in America. Above all, this car can give you supreme value—more room, comfort, power and thrill for the money than you can find elsewhere. Why not come in and see it, drive it, compare it? We’ll be happy to arrange matters. ^Standard on Roadmaster, optional at extra cost on other Series. ^Available at additional cost on Super and Roadmaster models only. Television treat-the BUICK CIRCUS HOUR—every fourth Tuesday TYPICAL PRICES ON 1953 BUICKS, DELIVERED LOCALLY SPECIAL 2-Deer 6-Passenger Sedan MODEL 48D 2344.88 SUPER 4-Door 6-Passenger Riviera Sedan MODEL 52 (illustrated) 2861.17 ROADMASTER 4-Door 6-Passenger Riviera Sedan MODEL 72R 3442.36 Optional equipment, accessories, state and local taxes, ll any, additional. Prices may vary slightly in adjoining communities due to shipping charges. All prices subject to change without notice. with Twin-Turbine Dynaflow and Power Steering as stand ard equipment at no extra cost When better automobiles are built BUICK will build them TNI 6REATIST WORLD* ONLY IfO vnmcALVAun VO BUICK IN 50 GREAT YEARS ALWAYS DRIVE CAREFULLY CASQUE BUICK COMPANY 1305 Friend Street Newberry, S. C