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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.
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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*.
PM—The Weatherman
PM—Stars On Parade
PM—Favorite Story
TUESDAY, JUNE 29, 1054
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VaM PM—Midwestern Hayride
7:90 PM—Arthur Murray Party
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FRIDAY, JULY 2, 1954
5c90 PM—The World of Mr. Sweeney
4:45 PM—Camel News Caravan
7:00 PM—Dave Garroway
7:90 PM—Life Of RUey
8:00 PM—The Big Story
8:30 PM—Badge 714
9:00 PM—Gillette Fights
9:45 PM—Bill Stern
10:00 PM—The Weatherman
10:10 PM—Stars On Parade
10:30 PM—Yesterday's Newsreel
10:45 PM—Stars On Parade
11:00 PM—News
SATURDAY. 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
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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.
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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." Better look into Bukk if you want the
beauty and the buy of the year.
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