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THE NEWBERRY SUN
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 15, 1953
1218 Collejre Street
NEWBERRY, S. C.
PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY
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Entered as second-class matter December 6, 1937
at the Postoffice at New'berry, South Carolina, under
the Act of Congress of March 3, 1879.
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vance; six months, $1.25.
DETHRONED
COMMENTS ON MEN AND THINGS
By SPECTATOR
Are you interested in taxes? How does this impress you?
“The annual state tax burden rose to a new high this
year, averaging $68 for each United States citizen.
The average is up $4 from what it was per person in 1952.
States collected about $10.5 billion, an increase of $700 mil
lion over last year. Washington had the highest average.
Its collections were $108 a person, up 6.6% for the year.
New Jersey continued in the lowest place in the per capita
list.
Although most states continued the steadily rising trend
of tax increases, seven showed decreases, and nine showed
increases of less than 3%. Utah reported the greatest de
crease, down 8.4% to $68. Other drops were South Dakota,
7.3% to $54; Georgia, 4.4% to $62; Vermont, 3.1% to
$74; Minnesota, 2.2% to $75; North Dakota with a $74 aver
age and West Virginia with $63.
The sharpest increase was in Alabama, where the aver
age went up 21% to $52 a person. Michigan rose 16% to
$87; Illinois’ $53 represented a 13% rise, while Virginia had
the same percentage rise to $54. Missouri was up 12% to
$51. Nevada’s figure climbed to $98, New York’s to $75 and
South Carolina’s to $75.
Nebraska, w T hich again had the second lowest per capita
tax, as it has had for several years, increased its average
5% to $43. Other states with only slight changes were Ar
kansas, Idaho, Iowa, Louisiana, Maine, Massachusetts, Mis
sissippi, Montana and Orego.
That is not good advertising for our State, is it? South
Carolina is among the highest in its taxes.
Why all the taxes? I do not mean this as an idle ques
tion. Are we over-taxed, or do we receive a fair return for
what we spend? We demand a lot of public service and the
cost of everything is high. But is Government—every de
partment of Government—branching out too broadly? It
deserves careful consideration. I am not shouting a tirade
against so-called tax-eaters, an expression which used to
bestir my cherished friend, our distinguished Carolinian and
historian, Mr. Alex Salley, into angry remonstrance.
I suggest that we consider this calmly, studiously, ispas-
sionately and progressively.
In the field <^f industry machinery is displacing men and
women. Even on the farms the cost of labor is being re
duced by the use of machinery. As a citizen who proudly
boasts a strain of Scottish blood, I wonder if the profitable
use of machinery may drive out the small farmer, as well
as the small industrialist. You can’t afford machinery
when it is so expensive that the farmer will lose his land
trying to pay for the farm machinery.
I have a friend who operates a gasoline station, a “filling
station,” as we call it. He is a one-man operator and here
is an observation he makes; “I can handle ten thousand
gallons a month by myself. If I employ an assistant and we
sell two or three thousand gallons more, I’ll lose money;
I’ll be working to pay my helper, instead of making a profit
on his work.” There is a lot of hard commonsense in that, the
kind of sound, horse-sense we used to have when we were
more frequently working with horses.
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Are you interested in breakfast? How shall we look on
breakfast—is it the breaking of the fast, or is it charging
your batteries for the new day? Among the people of
olden times it was really a breaking of the fast because they
ate supper about six or seven o’clock and ate no more until
seven or eight o’clock next day. But in this hectic era
people eat, sometimes drink, at very late hours, though the
eating is not always of proteins nor the drinking confined
to rich, nourishing milk.
Our grandfathers began the day strengthened and in
vigorated against all the mutations of fortune or the baffling
vicissitudes of the day’s routine. Even so. In a feebler per
iod, the less robust men started the day with a bit of tomato
juice and a piece of toast. And in that manner went forth
to the perils and dangers of the day. It is no wonder that
most of them surrendered, even before they saw the enemy.
But my brilliant friend of The News & Courier, Mr. Waring,
in encouring letters, publishes this gem: (
“In your editorial of Aug. 24, you ask for suggestions as
to a proper Charleston Breakfast and you seem to indicate
that persons who live in Lower King Street and have bis
cuits for breakfast every morning are better qualified to
speak than others.
As I live in King Street and usually have biscuits, or a rea
sonable substitute, for breakfast I wish to express my views.
A charleston breakfast should commence with fruit, pre
ferably South Carolina fruit. In the first place, sugar figs
in season are par excellence, but when the fig season is over,
South Carolina peaches are a close second. Muskmelons,
strawberries, scuppermongs all have their place while
Florida oranges and grapefruit are a ready help when no
South Carolina fruit is in season.
For the second course there must always be hominy, as
a sine qua non. Then there must be something with the
hominy and the best something is shrimp. Of course the
shrimp must be small creek shrimp and not those pelagic
monsters. There are those who claim that, for perfection,
the shrimp must be caught on a low tide after midnight and
must be eaten before the tide is high, for when the tide com
mences to run out, the flavor r«ns out of the shrimp.
When the tide or the season is not right for shrimp,
then broiled whiting are excellent with hominy. In colder
weather, sausage, country ham, friend oysters, hogshead
cheese, yelow fishroe, kippers or calf’s liver, are fine, with
bacon and eggs always as a standby when other hominy ac
companiments are not available. Any one of these things is
an excellent ‘something’ to go with hominy but remember
that shrimp stand first for an ideal Charleston breakfast.
Your editorial speaks of biscuits for breakfast every morn
ing; but why? Biscuits for every breakfast: No, a hot
bread every morning: Yes! On mornings when there are
no biscuits, a light fluffy muffin is excellent. Pop-overs,
with hollow centers, will cause the breakfaster to forget
biscuits. Then there are waffles and there are buck
wheat cakes. It is important that with biscuits or muffins
or pop-overs one has marmalade, but with waffles or buck
wheats there must be sorghum syrup made in an open
kettle on a South Carolina farm. Only an undeveloped taste
would tolerate bodiless maple syrup or the various branded
substitutes for sorghum. After such a breakfast, with coffee
of course, a Charlestonian is prepared to meet the day and
to conquer the world.”
Did you let those words take you back to grandmother’s
table, to the days of creative imagination and resourceful
planning? Undoubtedly my brethren of the quill, Ralph
Grier and Frances Taylor, Bill Workman and Alderman
Duncan, start the day like that Charleston brother, or they
couldn’t do so much work.
Do you know that you must be somewhat of a linquist so
as to appreciate the fine points, the shades of meaning of
words, as used in different sections? I’m reminded of the
man who had peanuts for sale at the State Fair. In order to
make his business clear he barked: “Get your peanuts,
goobers, pindars, groundpeas and groundnuts here.”
Now if you observe carefully, the sweet Charleston flavor
of that letter, it will gladden your palafe. For example:
“Sugar figs”; where else do you find “sugar figs?” And,
strangely enough, figs are quite common in many backyards
of the old city. Figs are intimately associated with Charles
ton; so much so that if a Charleston stalwart, in a burst of
anger, says “I don’t give a fig,” he is talking seriously. Then
we come to muskmelons. Where but in our glorious old sea
port could you find muskmelons? Of course he argued for
hominy. Nor did he do violence by saying “hominy-grits,” j
or mere grits. The splendor of our history began with
hominy and ham-gravy, plenty of gravy even when the ham
was scarce.
The interesting letter-writer recommends shrimp with
hominy. Why not herring?, It has more-flavor. I hope this
does not cause my beloved friend, Mr. Julian Mitchell, to
cast me out. All that learned suggestion about the shrimp
in the light of the moon and according to the twinkling of
the stars, reminds me of my remembered brother who recom
mended Austrian Winter Peas for my El Recuerdo farm.
Only a spook could have followed all those kindly and solici
tous admonitions.
Marmalade in a Charleston breakfast? My friend, my
friend! I’m as English as anybody, theoretically%but mar
malade? Syrup with those “buckwheat cakes is all right
but hot-cakes and buckwheat cakes” are really double
first-cousins, no? If you use marmalade, brother, they are
not the same.
The lovely town of Manning had a celebration, recently.
“About 4,000 residents of Clarendon and adjoining counties
were in 'Manning to participate in the Farmers Fall Fun
Fest, sponsored by the Manning Merchants Association and
the Finer Carolina program. During the day, throngs of
people crowded the streets. Merchants reported from 5,000
to 7,000 persons registered during the day. At 7 p.m. the
speakers assembled on the platform built of bales.of hay
and shucks of corn and decorated with vegetables.
J. Roy Jones of Columbia, commissioner of agriculture
was introduced by A. D. Grainger, Clarendon County farm
agent. He congratulated Manning on the progress evidenced
by the success of the day and plans of the future. J. C.
Richert of Raleigh, vice president of the Carolina Power and
Light Co., was introduced by T. L. Stogner, local manager
of the company. Mr. Richert presented from his company a
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idea* from other editors
From the Eufaula Tribune. Eu-
faula, Alabama: Nearly three mil
lion horses and mules have disap
peared from Cotton Belt farms in
the past twelve years. They have
been replaced by tractors.
It takes about three acres to sup
ply feed for a horse or mule and
this means that approximately
eight million acres of land have
been released for crops—certainly
not for cotton in view of the over
production at this time.
No doubt, a goodly portion of
the “liberated” land will be used
in growing feed for cattle and hogs.
This is true In Barbour county
where hundreds of farmers have
turned to growing livestock.
• • •
From the South Pasadena Re
view, South Pasadena, California:
What happens when the family
budget doesn’t balance?
Most likely you eat beans for a
while, or dodge bill collectors.
The Federal government has a
handy little gimmick, perfected
over the past two decades, to get
around that problem. They just
create more money. That’s called
"deficit financing.” If an individual
does it, the name is "counterfeit
ing.”
Everytime the government goes
into the hole and creates more
money to finance itself, an invisible
hand sneaks into your pocket and
takes some money out. Since 1932. j western states.
when the government first began
to “deficit finance” in a big way,
that invisible hand has dipped 48
cents of buying power out of every
dollar in every wallet, bank ac
count, insurance policy and piggy
bank in the country.
That’s why it’s important to bal
ance the budget.
So let’s do a little more worry
ing about it. And maybe write a
Congressman now and then when
he shows the courage to refuse Fed
eral tax money for a local project
that could be privately financed.
• • •
From the News-Journal, Mans
field, Ohio: Politics is too dirty a
game for an honest man to have
anything to do with. This remark
expresses one of the most
dangerous viewpoints in the United
States If politics, the art of gov
ernment. is left to the dishonest,
our government will be eaten away
by rottenness, and be replaced by
some regime which does not repre
sent the people—such as commu
nism.
• • •
From the Daily Herald, Oska-
loosa, Iowa: The Western railroads
cooperating with the government’s
drought relief program put into
effect on July 1 a 50 per cent re
duction in freight rates on live
stock feed to the stricken south-
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INVESTIGATIONS played an im-
1 portant part of the work ac
complished by the first session of
the 83rd congress. The amount of
time and money spent in "opera
tion gumshoe” is much greater
than is generally realized by the
American people.
Congressional Quarterly reports
that congress this year granted
its committees $3,958,471 to con
duct these investigations. And it is
likely that additional amounts may
be added as needed when the con
gress convenes its second session
in 1954.
During the first session which
ended early Aug. 4, the House au
thorized $1,797,050 for probe spend
ing. Of this, $1,582,050 went to the
regular, or "standing” committees,
and $215,000 to special investiga
tive committees.
To finance Senate investigations,
the upper chamber authorized $1,-
593,000, all for its regular commit
tees. With carryover funds of $568,-
421 from the last congress the Sen
ate committees have available $2,-
161,421 for* investigations.
During the two years (1951-52) of
the 82nd Congress, the Senate and
House together authorized $5,700,-
870 for investigations*
Investigation allowances of $300,-
000 or more have been made avail
able to three committees in the
present Congress. Those commit
tees are:
House Government Operations,
$355,050; House Un-American Ac
tivities, $300,000; and Senate Judi
ciary, $521,367.
Each chamber makes investiga
tions money available to its com
mittees by authorizing them to
spend from its “contingent fund”—
a sum replenished from year to
year by appropriations from the
U.S. Treasury.
Under the contingent fund pro
cedure, only the chamber conduct
ing the investigation has to approve
the spending. A regular appropria
tion, such as one adding new money
to the contingent fund, must be
approved by both House and Sen
ate and signed by the President.
• • •
• Washington observers are say
ing that the relations between the
administration and Organized
labor, very taut since the resigna
tion of Martin Durkin from the
President’s cabinet, have not been
helped by Vice President Nixon’s
recent speech at the A.F.L. con
vention in St. Louis.
Vice President Nixon admittedly
had a difficult job of explaining
the administration’s viewpoint con
cerning the 19 amendments to the
Taft-Hartley Act which Durkin said
the President failed to act on after
promising to do so. His explanation
was unacceptable to the conven
tion delegates and as a result Mr.
Durkin’s accusation of broken
agreement took on a great deal
more substance.
The Wall Street Journal in a
special report from the convention
said that one delegate, who -was
affirmed to be actually a Repub-
lipan, is quoted as having said of
the Vice President: “With ham you
got to have an egg He laid it.”
WEEKLY CROSSWORD PUZZLE
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certificate to Mrs. Fred Kirby, Chairman of the Manning
Finer Carolina Contest.
Prizes ranging in amount from $159 to $5 were an
nounced by Mr. Rogers. These were contributed by more
than 50 merchants and totaled more than $1,000. Following
this program, the bands presented music after which a
street dance was participated in by a large crowd.”
RESSIONAL
Q—Will Congress go back to Washington for a special session this FaU?
A—Not according to Speaker of the House of Representatives Joseph W.
Martin, Jr. (R Mass.). Martin said Sept. 9 in Washington he was
certain there would be no extra session. Earlier talk of a special
session. Martin noted, was based on the Administration’s feeling
that Congress would have to boost the national debt limit before
the end of the year; however, fiscal experts have indicated the
statutory debt limit would not be reached this year.
Q—Are there any White House staff members whose specific duties are
liaison with Congress?
A—Yes. there are. The President shuffled his staff Just recently to
unprove liaison with Congress. The White House Sept. 4 announced
the appointment of Jack Martin, assistant to the late Sen. Robert A.
Taft (R Ohio) and the promotion of Gerald D. Morgan to the post
of administrative assistant. Both will have liaison duties. They will
be assisted by Homer H. Gruenther and Bryce N. Harlow, according
to the White House.
Q—Has the government done anything about the suit challenging the
Constitutionality of the "tidelands” law?
A—The Justice Department filed a motion Sept. 8 In a U. S. District
Court asking for dismissal of the challenge to the Submerged (Tide-
lands) Lands Act which became law this year. The Department
contended that the U. S. government cannot be sued in this type of
case without its consent, given by act of Congress.
Q—Why did Sen. HoUand of Florida refuse to go to the Chicago Demo
cratic raUy Sept. 14-15?
A—Sen. Spessard L. Holland (D Fla.) said he thought the South had
nothing to gain by attending the rally. He said he found no tangible
signs that the Democratic Party leadership had changed its view*
on issues that cost the 1952 Presidential candidate, Adlai E. Steven
son, 57 electoral votes in four southern stetes.
(Copyrighted 1D53, Congressional Quarterly)
DaieCarmegie
^ AUTHOR OF “HOW TO STOP WORRYING AND START LIVING”
A/I RS. CLIFFORD SNYDER, 616 E. Fifth Street, N. Manchester,
Indiana, had never stayed alone in her life until she was married
and moved to a small town. They lived in an old house with five outside
doors, none of which had a good lock. Her husband was gone two or
three nights a week and every night she spent there alone, she set a
chair in front of each door with a large pan balanced on the edge.. She
slept fairly well knowing that anyone trying to enter * ’
would waken her.
When they built their own home, they had two
outside doors with good locks on each and she felt
reasonably secure when alone. The back door stuck
and made a teriffic noise when opened which also
added to her security.
One night she awoke to find her husband stand
ing in her bedroom. He had come in unexpectedly.
She sat up in bed and screamed at him. She was
so provoked to think he had not only come through
the shuddering back door, but had turned lights on,
walked through the whole house and even opened the bedroom door ynd
she hadn’t heard him. From then on she was really scared.
Every litUe noise wakened her and her hair stood on end until she
could identify it. One night she was wakened by hearing the floor in the
hall creaking. She thought someone was tip-toeing outside. A board
creaked and she became rigid. Another crehked and she broke out in
cold sweat.* She waited and waited.
Finally she decided she couldn’t remain like that all night. If
someone was coming to get her he would just have to come and get
her. She reasoned that most burglars enter for the purpose of stealing,
that they seldom entered an occupied house. They were more afraid
of being caught than she was of catching them. She relaxed apA went
to sleep.
After facing the facts and realizing that she was reasonably safe,
she has not been afraid since.
CARNEGIE
THE STRANGER WENT AWAY
By Madge O. Adams
apjAIRCUT. Charley,” I
said
as I climbed into the barber
chair the other evening after I’d
closed up the depot for the night.
Charley usually starts ribbing
me right away, about getting fat
ter and a little greyer. But tonight
he didn’t seem to have much to
say. I glanced around the room
and saw that the stranger was sit
ting over behind the stove. So that
was it, I thought—Jacob Tinser. At
least he said his name was Jacob
Tinser.
He’d worn old grey pants with a
tear in the knee and a dirty brown
suit coat the day he came to town.
His white shoes had been ripped
out at the sides and tom loose
along the soles. But now, since
Christmas, he wore a good pair of
corduroy pants and clean shirts
and a shiny pair of new black
shoes. The postmaster had taken
up a collection for him.
1 was as curious as the next
one about just who Jacob Tinser
was, and what he was doing in
our town.
"Is Jacob still sleeping ini the
Doctor’s bam?” I asked Charley
as we walked down the street to
get a cup of coffee after he’d closed
the barber shop.
“Yep,” Charley said.
I guess I knew what was worry
ing him. Charley isn’t much for
keeping books. It’s awfully easy to
stick a dollar in his pocket when
a fellow gets a hair cut and for
get to put it down. This fellow
might be a treasury agent for all
any of us knew.
"Folks around town still feeding
Jacob?” I inquired.
“I guess they are, Percy.”
*T still can't help but think that
there’s something about Jacob’s bi
focals that look—well, phony. If
I could only figure them out then
maybe I’d know what he was up
to!”
“Some folks in town’d be willing
to pay you if you could. Some folks
ain’t a sleeping so good at nights,”
Charley nodded wisely.
The next day was ' warm, like
spring was peeking around the cor
ner. Jacob came down to the depot
and sat on the platform enjoying
the sunshine. I tried to engage
him in conversation but he wouldn’t
say much. He never had said
much, all winter long. When the
10:16 came through I had a good
chance to use a scheme.
<< What was the name on the sida
of that last refrigerator car, Ja
cob?” I yelled out at him.
"Why—why, I wasn’t paying any
attention,” he stammered.
But I had been watching him.
He had been looking right at the
refrigerator car as it went past!
Then it hit me ... I remembered
I’d never seen him pick up a mag
azine or a paper the whole winter
long! Jacob Tinser couldn’t read v
a lick, as sure as taxes! I let that
all soak in for a while. Then the
pieces of the puzzle began to fit
together. If Jacob couldn’t read
then he couldn’t be a Russian spy
or a movie star incognito or any
other of the fanciful things people
were saying he was. Jacob was
just what he looked like.
But I didn’t have any more time
to think about Jacob Tinser. Just *
then a railroad detective arrived
at the depot. He was investigating
the coal robberies.
After I’d helped him all I coufd
he stood around for a while, just
visiting. "Say, wasn’t that old
Jake Tinser I saw going down the
tracks as I came in?” he asked.
I nodded. "Do you know him?”
The detective threw back his
head and laughed. "I’ve had Jacob
Tinser and his silly reading glasses
thrown off more freight trains than
a goose has feathers! From thin
time of year till cold weather!
They say he boles up in some, little
town every winter. I never could
figure out how he eats. He’s never
been known to work a day in his
life!”
"I guess he knows human nature
pretty well. And, of course the
glasses help,” I decided.
"How could his glasses—?”
"Well,”' I explained. "Nobody
around here ever saw a bum wear
bifocals—before! ”
Thanksgiving’s coming—and Mrs. Joe Doakes says she’ll
be thankful if she can afford to buy a turkey.