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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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
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With completely new "years-awav” styling
—keynoted by the dreom-car design of the
panoramic sweep-back windshield.
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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
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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*
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We’ll gladly seat you at the wheel and let
this sensational automobile tell its own
story. Gan you make it this week?
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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.
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