The sun. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1937-1972, March 18, 1954, Image 6

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. ^ ' v' ” - PAGE SIX THE NEWBERRY SUN THURSDAY, MARCH 18, 1954 THE BIG BATTLE By W. L Roper T HERE it came again, a pe culiar rattle, like dry seeds in m po^. Even to McGowan’s fever- tortured brain it sounded sinister. swollen, burning eyes blinked •open. But except for a shaft of moonlight shining in through a broken window, it was dark in the small cabin. He could see nothing. Again it came, clear and dis tinct. Almost simultaneously, Mc Gowan became conscious of a sting ing sensation on his left wrist. "Sidewinder,” he muttered. **Must’ve bit me while I slept!” He shuddered convulsively at the thought and sat upright on the rough, sand-covered floor. "Ought to knowed there’d be rattlers in this old mining shack, he grumbled. He realized now that his cold-blooded slaying of the old prospector had been a mistake. He would need a guide to lead him out of Death Valley, especially now when the rattlesnake poison was beginning to spread through his body. The events of the day flashed movie-like through his heat-tor mented brain—his escape from Fol som where he was awaiting execu tion for murder, his wild flight across the desert in a stolen car. At a Mojave serVice station, he had hfard a radio blaring forth a report of his escape. Then when the gas in the stolen ear was exhausted, he had tricked the old prospector into giving him a lift in his dilapidated auto. He had rewarded the old man’s gen erosity with a bullet. When the old man’s dented jaloppy had coughed and gone dead on a lonely stretch of the highway that spiralled away into the desert h.lls like a silver ribbou. McGowan had hobbled across the glaring white sands, heading, he believed, in the direction of Death Valley Scotty’s mysterious castle. Through the dancing heat waves, he thought he could see its roof above a mound of sand. Instead of Scotty’s castle, it had been a cluster of tumble-down shacks, the weather-beaten rem nants of a ghost town, now popu lated only by rats, homed toads and desert snakes. He staggered to the cabin door and stood for a moment, peering out into the desert night. The moon, a great ball of yellow gold, was low in the east. Silhouetted against its bright oval were two dark shadowy figures. They seemed to move. McGowan stared at the approaching shadows, his heart pounding against his ribs. The black outlines resembled two men on horseback. They seemed to be coming toward him. "It’s the heat or the rattler’s poison,” he mumbled hoarsely to himself. “I’m seeing things.” Suddenly the rattle sounded again in the darkness of the cabin. It seemed nearer. McGowan’s tense, frayed, heat- maddened nerves gave way. With a wild scream of terror, he lunged out of the shack into the bright moonlight A deep voice shouted, “Halt,” but McGowan raced madly across the sand. Three shots shattered the desert stillness. McGowan stumbled and went down. He was dead when the two men, dismounting, turned him over and focused a flashlight on his red-sun-tortured face. "Red McGowan all right,” the taller man said. "That service sta tion guy gave us the right tip. But why did he come bargin’ out of that shack like a tribe of Co- manches was after him?” "I’ll take a look inside,” the other said. , He came out a minute later, holding up a tiny object in one hand. “What is it?” asked the tall one “A baby’s rattle. Imagine finding that here. Some tourist must have left it. Only thing I could find in there except a few big ants.” “I sure can’t figure out what made him act so loco,” the tali man said, shaking his head. MAYOR McGUP By John Jarvis IT'S "WIPE DAY "AT CITY PALL. NEXT CASE: MRS SCHIMELPHENIG. I THINK YOU'D BETTER appoint A NEW 006 CATCHER/ isn't al mootnannv DOING A GOOD JOB ? NO/ MY DOG TRIXIE FOLLOWS MY CAR WHENEVER I DRIVE, AND AL DOESN'T EVEN TRY TO CATCH HER/ u & sr~4 m r 1 [-1 H mini IteiM TT Sheet Metal Contractor—Heating—Air Conditioning Licensed Gas Fitters CAROUNA METAL WORKS College Street Extension A. G. McCaughrin, Pres. & Treas.* Phone 115 “1 ‘Darling! Have you forgotten? We PAID all our bills last week with an auto loan from Purcells!’ And a wonderful feeling it is, too, not to be afraid to open your mail box. Cali 197, and see for yourself. ' PURCELLS "Your f»rlva*e Bankers” 1418 Main St Newberry FARMS AND FOLKS By J. M. ELEAZER Clemson Extension Information Specialist PLANNING THEN, PLANTING NOW During the long nights of win ter a lot of planning for 1954 was in order. Now that is over. And it’s planting that concerns us. With high costs and prices a bit low, we need a high yield to come out. That applies to everything, including grass in pastures. With surpluses bothering us in many lines, the other day a fellow asked me, "Why keep on working toward higher yields?” My answer was, “We can’t cure what ails us by poor farming.” It costs a rather fixed amount to grow an acre of anything. And when you put your land, labor, fer tilizer, insecticides, cultivation, and harvesting costs on an acre of land, you must get a goodly harvest, or losses are sure. And that’s no fun. Nor can you stay in business long that way. So, regardless of the supply, when we put an acre of land to a crop it is to our individual in terest to press every practical production potential to the very limit. We have surpluses that hurt, yes. But surely the remedy for that is not sorry farming. Fewer acres, maybe, but surely not care less farming to trim the harvest. CIRCULAR 391 Clemson’s late Circular 391 Is entitled "The 1953 Cotton Con test.” Your county agent has a supply. It is the most unique summary of information on cotton growing this week's >/ patterns. 1 BY AUDREY LANE Columbia Negro Newspaper Critical Of Bates On Racial Segregation No. is cut in 14, Itf, 18, 20, 86, S8, 40, 42. 44 , 46, 48. Sice 18: 4% yds. 39-in. No 2621 Is cut in sices 2, 4. 6. 8. Sice 4: 2^s yds. 35-in. Send 30c for EACH pattern with name, address, stvle number and size to AU DREY T ANT 1 B; UFAC. Box 369. Madi son Square Station, New York 10, N. Y. in existence. It came from the records of 14,050 Suth Carlina farmers who have participated in the State Cotton Improvement Contest during the 25 years the contest has run. It is the boiled- down essence of how those good farmers grew cotton and made records. The high man during all of that time is still J. Maurice Smith of Edgefield, who made 8,- 380 pounds of lint on his five acres in 1951. Folks, that’s 3^ bales per acre! I’m sure you’ll find that circular Interesting and valuable to you. I Right here now at cotton planting I time, see in it how the winners space, fertilize, cultivate, etc. FARM TV In our time, every few years a new and iwore powerful edu cational thing comes along. It goes a little slow at first. But soon folks begin to accept it. Then it hits us like an avalanche. Now it is Television. Before this it was radio. And before that and along with it, it was farm mechanization. Before these it was the auto and good roads. And still before that the telephone, and so on. One can hardly picture life now without any of these. Yes, and now we come to this Television. It bids to change our customs and ways of everyday life perhaps more than any of the others. Look at this. Out in Ohio they made a survey of farm homes that had recently put in television. Here are a few things they found: Those folks then did 88 per cent less radio listening, 87 per cent less entertaining, 77 percent less movie going, and 53 percent less magazine reading! And many other normal phases of their life were changed, chang ed drastically. As a teaching aid, this thing of television' has practically no limit. If there is one best teacher in the land, through television, all class rooms in the land could sit undpr the magic spell of that teacher. First, we used to read about things in the papers. Then we heard them over the radio as they happened. Now we see them happen. But in all of this, there is one rather surprising thing. Even though folks hear and see the event, still they want to also read it from the printed page. We go to a ball game and then come home and eagerly seek the first newspaper to read about what we have seed. Yes, the printed page of current events still car ries a wallop that nothing seems to replace. It is a thing material, something we can soak up and tie to. The shimmering waves that bring us images and words through the ether satisfy a great craving, but not that one. With all of these means of reaching folks, surely no man need be isolated today. What happens on the test plot and in the test tube is unfolded to you as it happens. So welcome to TV, another marvelous means of mass education and entertainment. Clemson and your county and home agents are getting their hand into it. Watch And 1 Jewelry Repairs J BROADUS LIPSCOMB 1 WATCHMAKER 1 2309 Johnstone Street 1 . • '' V'V' ' .,<0 .Am V Isis * : %>^ |f^ v hM V -y * m • p ^pl I 4 TO SPAN MACKINAC . . Planned for completion in 1957, 5-mile bridge will connect two peninsulas over Straits of Mackinac in northern Michigan at cost of $80,000,000. From The Lighthouse and Inform er (Columbia Negro newspaper) January 9, 1954. We are disappointed in the platform of former Columbia coun cilman Lester L. Bates’ campaign for Governor in this summer’s pri maries. While he does address himself to reducing taxes and put ting mdre business in the govern ment, a needed and good program, like the proverbial cow which gives a good pail of milk, he tacks onto this a racial plank he would have done better to have omitted. Mr. Bates declares himself in favor of racial segregation. That is not an issue now before the legislature or electorate. It is one which is to be decided by the courts and, in our judgment, noth ing to be injected into a political campaign. Moreover, we have con sidered him a Christian. It is dif ficult to rationalize Christianity with segregation. There is but one God. Of course the gubernatorial as pirant does propose e more sen sible attitude towards school seg regation should the U. S. Supreme Curt throw it out. In contrast with the present administration’s “shut down the public schools,” he would have the problem worked out by a special commission and recom mendations derived therefrom con sidered by the state legislature in drafting any changes in state law governing the public school sys tem. He does not, as we interpret his statement, propose to elimi nate the public schools. Our principal disappointment lies in his referring to the race question. We would be just as dis appointed over it in the case of any other candidate for the of fice. Mr. Bates’ influence here the last ten years has meant much in the growth and expansion of the City of Columbia, the moving up to a City Manager form of munici pal government not the least among our improvements. There is hardly any city or community in South Carolina where race re lations are better than in Colum bia. The fact that the city govern ment hasn’t been plagued by the race issue accounts largely for this situation. We have hoped for the saipe kind of state govern ment. Within our time we do not j recall a single candidate for the office of Governor who hasn’t hammered on racism in some form. Usually, these have harped on that vague, and yet mysterious "out sider” and the double-talk theme of "extremists on both sides.” We think that the less said about racism the better it is for the people. In fact, just as the sensible man in business doesn't use on his customers, the sensible man in office, for his office is al so a business. Maybe the real fault lies in tra dition and practice and Mr. Bates, as with the others, is Simply danc ing to the favorite tune. Whatever the case there doesn’t appear to be any immediate hope for escape from it. For several weeks now a special network of investigators and re porters about the state, consisting of persons of t^oth races, has been looking Into a phase of race re lationships many peple talk abut, but lose sight of in the daylight. One surprising disclosure thus far is that it is not the poorly trained, lower income bracket of women involved. The offenders are for the most part among the bet ter trained, a high percentage being in school and professions. Another is, both races clamor so 66 I REMEMBER BY THE OLD TIMERS From W. F. Senechal, Velva, North Dakota: Reading I Remem ber by the Old Timers makes me think of Homestead days in North central Minnesota. I am 78 years past and remember there was little money in evidence in the early days. We roasted our own coffee from wheat that was raised on the home stead. There was coffee for sale in the stores, at 10 cents a pound, but people did not buy it, since it was the belief that roasted wheat coffee was healthier than the shipped-in coffee bean. There was no doctor in our town, we made our own soap, knitted mitten socks and underwear from a half dozen sheep on the farm. We had a spin ning wheel, a schoolhouse and church built of logs and wore moc casin footwear in winter. Our wheat was cut by hand with a cradle and, bdund with its own straw. Flour was made by a water mill, and all we had was horse power. I remember walking to church each Sunday with the neighbors joining up along the road—those were the happiest days. • • • From Mm. Anns Roehr, Jnd, North Dakota: I remember when we bought Arbuckle Coffee for 15 cents a pound—on sale two pounds for 25c then cut the coupons from the wrapper and redeemed them for cups and saucers. But that was over fifty years ago. • • • From Mrs. H. V. Anderson, Niota, Illinois: When I was a child it was my duty to shine the knives, fortes, spoons and other silverware with brick dust. Everyone had their own brick dust and things shone like new. (Sead eontribatlons to this column to the Old Timer, Community Preco Serv- loCi Box 39, Frankfort. Kentacky.) much about racial purity during daylight, but become color blind when the sun recesses. .. ■; 1111 WIRED FOR SOUND . . . Sgt. Albert Wilson wears radio aerial which all Atlantic City (N. J.) patrolmen will use to maintain contact with police headquarters. PccLmd" FARM “AH he dM was pat a IttUe classified ad In the weekly paper abort some machinery. He bad so many enstomers to boy things be wonld have sold the farm if I hadn't watched him.” ARE THE EASY WAY TO SELL The Look of Tomorrow is in every '54 BUICK Today With completely new "years-awav” styling —keynoted by the dreom-car design of the panoramic sweep-back windshield. rfi • -jL-igfL*® r — THIS BUCK. VB delivers locally for only T he car pictured here is the 1954 Buick Special 2-door, 6-passenger Sedan — and it’s tomorrow in every line and curve and feature — even to the years-from-now design of that broadly arched new windshield. The price shown here is the price of this glamorous automobile, ready to ro\\—the local delivered price. Now —just put this car and this price against anything on the automotive hori zon today, and you’ll know why it’s literal truth when we say, “Buick, the beautiful buy.” It gives you more style modernity, more visibility, more distinction, and more advanced features than other cars in this Buick’s price range. But even more important — it gives you more room and power, more ride comfort $2359 * 1954 SPECIAL, 2-Door, 6-Possenger Sedan MODEL 48D (illustrated) "'Optional equipment, accessories, state and local taxes, if any, additional. Prices may vary slightly in adjoining communities due to shipping charges. All prices subject to change without notice. and steadiness, and more solidity of struc ture than other cars at its price. Come in and check that—in this big, bold beauty of a Buick that delivers to you for just a few dollars more than the so-called “low-price three* 99 We’ll gladly seat you at the wheel and let this sensational automobile tell its own story. Gan you make it this week? WHEN BETTER AUTOMOBILES ARE BUILT BUICK WILL BUILD THEM BOCK tlie beautiful buy' Fuel efficiency it up in every 1954 Buick V8 engine—with new Power-Head Pistons that insure more compactness in the fuel charge, more drive thrust from high compression. MILTON BERLE STARS FOR BUICK Se« the Buick-Berle Show Tuesday EvenirtQs CASQUE BUICK COMPANY 1305 Friend Street Newberry, S. G