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PAGE SIX THE NEWBERRY SUN THURSDAY, JUNE 24, 1954 THE LITTLE GAME By Brad Monroe «« A RE you absolutely certain you want a divorce?” he asked. M Are you sure?” The woman’s voice shocked him with its dullness. What could have sapped the spirit; what had stolen the sparkle from her, he won dered. “I can’t stand it any longer,” she was saying. “If I hadn’t been loved so much in the beginning—if I hadn’t been shown in so many ways—.” Her voice broke a little. ”To be one day an adored woman and the next a piece of furniture —it—it’s made me an old woman.” She began to sob almost silently and seemingly without effort. It was as though she had done so many times before and it had be come a habit. He patted her ahoulder as he had patted so many others. She drew away. *Tm very sorry,” he murmured. He walked to the window and looked down at the crowded side walk. Countless times in the past he had done this and tried to guess which of those hurrying people who turned into the building, would ride up on the elevator and open a door marked: GEORGE BRAD LEY, Attorney at Law. It had become a little game with him. But there the game ended for this branch of his profession was any thing but a harmless little game. In the twenty years that he had specialized in divorce cases, he had grown to hate the entire busi ness, but never the people. He felt a strong pity for his clients with their real and fancied com plaints; but strangely, what both ered him most was the pity that he felt for the others; those whose mates came to him for assistance. He had often wondered how it felt s tc be one of them and shuddered. Turning, he gazed at the woman sitting beside his d£sk. She re tained a strong hint of beauty be neath the weight of her early for ties, but her dark hair was gray- streaked, and her features were strained as had been so many of those he had observed in this office. • His professional detachment had slowly faded with the years, and now he had to consciously restrain ar. impulse to stroke the bowed head. She would resent that action, anyway, he realized, instead, he again told her: “I’m very sorry.” “Don’t be,” she answered with a hopeless shake of her head. “I’ve stoppe^rbeing sorry for myself. It’s all over. It’s been over for years but I wouldn’t admit it. Even to myself. I tried to hang on to some thing that was long gone. All that’s left now is the publicity, the pic tures, and the muck-raking. ( But I won’t mind. I couldn’t mind any thing too much now.” “Is there any chance that you might reconsider if—” “No! No!” She cut him off, her voice alive for the first time. “Isn’t there anything I can do?” he persisted. “There is only one thing to do,” she said. Her words were deathly in their finality. “It’s too late for anything else.” “Oh,” said George Bradley in a resigned voice. He sighed. “Very well. It’s your decision to make.” He had said the same thing count less times before, in exactly the same tone of voice, and lately he had found himself hating to say it. It made him feel too much like a judge pronouncing sentence. Returning to his desk, he took a photograph from a drawer. A beautiful young woman smiled up at him. Love showed in her eyes. It had been years since he had really looked at the picture. But now he studied it for a long min ute. Then he kissed it and replaced it in the drawer. From force of habit perhaps, he went to the window, and looking down to the street, was just in time to see the woman cross the side walk and step into a waiting taxi. Then his wife was gone. He never again played the little game. Telephone your News Items to The Sun, Phone 1 i t TatovWoB M Tom Ltf* k.T, •*x To Lontta '» Andy PM—X L«d Yfcro* Uvm la Europe MONDAY THROUGH FRIDAY feM PM—Mrs. USA fcM PM—Ask Washington MO PM—TV Kitchen Rotes MO PM—On Your Account 4300 PM—Pinky L*e 4300 PM—Howdy Doody SsOO PM—Let's Playskool MO PM—Adventure Theatre (M-Th.) Melody Time (Frl.) 4:45 (Frl.) Cisco Kid Hot Dog Party 4:00 (Tues.) Annie Oakley MO PM—Melody Time 0945 PM—Camel News Caravan MONDAY. JUNE 24, 1954 PM—Camel News Caravan *06 PM—Favorite Story *90 PM—Voice of Firestone PM—Dennis Dav Show PM—Robert Montgomery Presents MO PM—Rocky Kin*. 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JULY 3, 1954 11:15 AM—Prelude 11:30 PM—Farm and Home Hour 12:30 PM—Feature Program 1:15 PM—Major League Baseball (Brooklyn at Philadelphia) 4:90 PM—Jerry Harris Show 5:00 PM—Western Theatre 6:00 PM—Signal Corns Hour 6:30 PM—Ethel and Albert 7:00 PM—Kit Carson 7:30 PM—Original Amateur Hour 8:00 PM—Break The Bank 8:30 PM—Saturday Night Revue 9:90 PM—Privets Secretary 10:00 PM—Cheer TV Theatre 10:90 PM—Feature Program ~Schedule Subject 9e Leet-Mtoute Changes end Corrections. I LAPP OF THE WEEK A LONG study of the situation has convinced me that the bus iness world is inhabited by a class' of gentle, if prudent, prevaricators. Only the undertaker will tell you just how terrible business really is, and he has to be honest,’since the whole town knows it each time he gets a customer. A businessman, like a general in the field, doesn’t care to have the competition aware of the fact when things are in a bad way. It's a matter of morale. It doesn’t bother me too much, this business of a merchant telling me that everybody else is spending plenty of money, or buying a par ticular product. I never spend , * money unless I have it, and have never purchased a single item merely because the Joneses next door came in with it in their shop ping bag. I can forgive this minor prevarication. When a guy says business is good, maybe he means it’s better than it was. I can’t argue with that. The fellows that really get my goat, and they are the most pro lific prevaricators, are fishing camp operators. In all my years of indulgence in the piscatorial pas time, I never yet rented a boat from an operator who didn’t say that fishing was wonderful the day before and everyone on the lake brought in the limit. A variation of this pitch is that some guy just left the boat dock before you ar rived with the record catch for the season. This .is mighty bad, hearing that you are just an hour or so late. Yet you fish in the hot sun all day without a nibble, go home sad and disgusted, and then out of pure stubborness, come back two days later to try it again. this week's/\< patterns i IT AUDREY LANf 2114 SIZES 40. 2066 SIZES * • 14 M*. 9114 to la atew 19. 14, 14. 19. 90, M>. 38. 44. 8t«a 14: 411 74a. 84-la. Na. 9446 to «at la alaaa 4, 9, 19. 19. 1*. Stoa 14: Draaa aa4 tatora, y4s. 94-la. Scn4 90* far EACH pattara with aaaaa, • 44raaa, atyla aaaahar aa4 alaa ta AUDRBY LANS BURKAU, Bax 044, Ma4toaa Bgaara ttatlaa. Naw Yarh M. Maw Yark. The aew 4PRING-SUMMKB FA0R1OM BOOK with aaaraa af axtra. . . . WELL, MY DAD ADVERTISES IN THE PAPER EVERY WEEK SO WHO’S SMARTER THAN THAT? munsue wins rums cm us rmr FARMS AND FOLKS By J. M. ELEAZER Clemson Extension Information Specialist 4-H LEARNS Shank is now their main disease Through their 4-H clubs, over fifty thousand youngsters over South Carolina learn new things for agriculture. M. J. Carter, assistant county agent of Marion, gave soil fumiga tion demonstrations at his March 4-rt club meetings — 12 in all. There were 324 memb'ers in at tendance at these. And County Agent King there tells me that at least 75 percent of their big tobac co acreage in that county was Set on land that had been thus fumi gated against root knot nematodes. And likewise the youngsters learn other things. For instance, as in Florence, where the agents have 65 boys enrolled in their Star 4-H Tractor Club. “Learn by doing,” that’s the 4-H way. And “teach with the demon stration,” that’s the Extension way. The early county agents were called “book farmers.” But after demonstrating it in the field, “book farming” became the real thing. And now folks read those lessons from the soil every sea son. Farm tours have done a lot to spread the influence of the good field demonstration of what’s new. NEW THINGS My, there’s always something new! In our time a fellow could stay away from the farm a little while and find himself largely lost when he went back there. Not so many years ago tobacco plant beds were all bordered by logs from which the cloth was spread. Now County Agent John ston of Horry tells mie they are a thing of the past. Just about all farmers use the' straw beds with the cloth pegged down on the edges that Clemson’s H. A. McGee demonstrated when he came as ex tension tobacco agent about 20 years ago. And back then the in sect poisons used on tobacco were arsenate of lead and Paris Green. Now they are seldom used and the main one is rothane. Soil treatment is now controll ing root knot nematodes that has plagued tobacco for years. Black worry, I understand. Hut sooner or later .the breeder will likely whip that, as he has many other crop diseases with resistant sorts. BY THE SEA I like to sit by the sounding and the pounding sea. Along our Atlantic it is the gently sounding sea, as the break ers roll in and fan out on the wide beaches. But along our Pacific shores it is different where I’ve been. At most places there the great combers crash against the cliffs or pound hard upon the steep shore, wlhere there is little, if any, beach. You can’t hurt water. It pounds and dashes into white fury against the jagged shore. And the ob stacles hold their own for a long time. But unrelenting water wins in the end, always, just give it time, maybe eons of it. It will not tire nor wear, but will win. Once I walked the trackless shore of an uninhabited ocean In let. I could have spent a good while with my imagination there. Some wild orange trees were found and at one place it looked^ like an old house site. On the front the sea pounded a low rocky shore, while on the lee side considerable driftwood lay. Some of war’s wreckage from ships * was there and an empty bottle, in which someone had driven a weathered cork, lay there in the sand. SUGAR FED TOMATO PLANTS Last summer Dr. O. B.f Garri son of Clemson sprayed tomato plants once a day with a 16 per cent sugar solution for five days before setting the plants to the field for late tomatoes. It paid well that season with stronger, tougher plants, that stood trans planting during hot, dry weather much better. And their root systemUs were noticeably better at transplanting time. He used ordi nary table sugar. Some of the growers of late to matoes in the Spartanburg area are trying It this year, and he is continuing his- trials of it here at Clemson. Paint Yout Home W itb Fragrance BY EDNA MILES T3RINGING a garden indoors during the summer isn’t al ways possible in the literal sense. Maybe you haven’t a garden or, perhaps, you’re the kind of wom an who’d rather leave the blooms adorning the yard. In that case, try painting either one scent or the fragrance of an entire bouquet into your house. It’s easily done with scented lac-* quer, which can be used on any unpainted or unvarnished wood en surface. A little goes a long way. You may use the lacquer inside bu reau drawers, underneath closet shelves or beneath tables and window sills. These strips can be washed, off and a new scent substituted, whenever you like. But meantime, the perfume will last for weeks, depending on the size of the area you’ve cov ered. When you use it inside your bureau drawers, apply it in strips on the bottom or at the back of the door with the brush made especially for the purpose. To clean off the brush, wash it off with warm water. It scents your lingerie and linens, of course, as well as per fuming the air in the immediate vicinity. Brush long-lasting scented lacquer in bureau drawers to linen, lingerie and the room itself. BOYS ARE THAT WAY By J. M. ELEAZER Nothing we made from canes served us country boys better than pop-guns. Ben told us he had climbed up an old Chinaberry tree down by the road and he thought the ber ries were getting big enough to shoot in pop-guns. That caught our fancy at once. We were still enjoying our' whistles and water squirters made from the great canes we had gotten from that for bidden land across the creek back from our place. But something new was in order. And, if the China- berries were right for shooting, that was our next dish. We went down there to see further. Two of the larger boys climbed up , and broke small branches and dropped them to us. Sure enough, the Chlnaberrles were just getting big enough to shoot good. So back to our cane supply down in the pasture we went. It took the smaller joints to make the bar rels for our pop-guns. Like with a water squirter, there is a lot of whittling in a pop-gun. But be fore long we had 'em made. We took a little axle-grease along to lubricate the barrels so the berries would slip through good. With pockets full of berries of just the right sert, it soon sound ed like war was on down in the pasture. Before long there were blood blisters on the lower side of the left hand of several of the boys, wtyere the ramrod pinched the skin between the handle and the barrel as we shot ’em hard. That brought forth an agonized, “Ouch”!, but the lure of the bat tle was so great that the blister Was soon forgotten, unless per chance we got pinched again. We still look back on that finding of big canes, down through that forbidden bottom, where the bad bull roamed, and across that dangerous creek, as being one of the most pleasant memories of our boyhood deep in the back country A Powerful Prayer The following prayer is said to- have been made by a Negro preacher at Red Rock, Mississippi: “O Lord, give Thy servant this mornin’ de eyes of de eagle and de wisdom of de owl; connect his soul with the gospel telephone in de central skies; luminate his brow with de sun of heaven,pizexx his mind with love for the people; turpentine his imagination, grease his lips with possum oil, loosen his tongue with de sledge hammer of Thy power; lectrify his brain with de lightnin' of de word; put ’pectual. motion on his ahms; fill him plum full of de dynamite at Thy glory; ’noit him all over with de kerosene oil of thy salvation and set him afire, Amen.”' —National Avenue News of the Dutch Fork 40 to 50 years ago. Aside from the canes, about which we have been talking her® for several weeks, that excursion brought joys that are yet to telL- CUSTOM NOTSt Twin-Turbine Dynoflow and Safety Power Steering are standard equipment 04 qyery Buick Roadmaster at no extra cost. 1 It makes you feel like the man you are \ Y OU must know, of course, that a fine car is more than merely a means of fine travel. It is, as the psychologists tell us, an extension of a man’s own personality. It reflects what you feel, what you like, what you are. So we ask you to take the wheel of a Buick Roadmaster like the one shown here—for it is, we have found, the automobile chosen more and more by those who are definitely moving ahead in the world. You will find it a car that fairly breathes success. From its size and its breadth and the magnificent modernity of its styling, you know it is a car of custom stature — and so does the watching world. The wondrous windshield is* a pride in itself. \bu don’t just see the view —you command it. You will find it, too, a car of luxuri ous obedience. From the moment you ease your foot down on the pedal, you take imme diate mastery of the road and of distance. And you know it—in the silken whip of Twin-Turbine Dynaflow, the might of Buick’s greatest horse power, the magic cushioning of coil springs on all four wheels, the exhil arating ease of Buick Safety Power Steering at your hand. But with all this, you buy with pru dence when you buy a Roadmaster. For—though it is, and looks, custom production — ft sells for the lowest price-per-pound in the fine-car field. And so wise an investment makes you feel even more like the man you are. Drop in, or phone us this week, and we’ll gladly arrange a demonstration. BUICK SALES ARE SOARING! Latest figures for the first four months of 1954 show Buick now outselling every other car in America except two of the so-called "low-price three." 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