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PAGE TWO ■ ■— ItlS Ooii^v Stxmt NEWBERRY. S. C. PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY O. F. Armfield, Jr., Owner Second-Class postage paid at Newberry, South Carolina. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: $2.00 per year in ad vance; six months, $1.25. COMMENTS ON MEN AND THINGS By SPECTATOR Paper work, more paper work, endless reports—all that is the bane of a businessman’s life today. Think of this now: “A subcommittee of the House of Representatives reports that American businessmen are in danger of being ‘over whelmed’ by paper work for the government. Here are some of the discoveries made by the House sub committee : v More than 60 federal agencies now collect information on 4,717 different forms. • One small company with 300 employees filed 1,523 gov ernmental reports in 1951—most of them for the federal government. Back in 1883, when that company was founded, imiy six governmental forms were required annually. A large manufacturing company estimated that it files ■ 37,683 reports each year for the federal government, 1,145 .for State agencies, and 385 for local governments and pri vate groups. The waste of manpower involved here is appalling enough. But even more serious is the encroachment upon business freedom, a symptom of the constant effort to weaken the per sonal enterprise system by whatever means are possible.” I venture to believe that most of the reports are unneces sary. When I was connected with a government in South Amer- jc:- a favorite dodge to avoid deciding a claim was to write, “Informe, Senor Contador”, The one word Informe, in Span ish, is the same as our two words “Inform me.” So the mat ter was kept in tramitacion that is, it was circulated some more. However that minor dodge was as nothing compared with the multiplicity of reports called for today. Is the customer king? “A customer is not a cold statistic; he is a flesh and blood human being with feelings and emotions like our own. A customer is not someone to argue or match wits with. He deserves courteous,, attentive treatment. ‘A customer is not dependent on us. We are dependent on him. A customer brings us his wants. It is our job to handle them properly and profitably—both to him and to ourselves. ‘A customer makes it possible to pay our salary whether we are a driver, plant “or office employee, salesman, or man ager. A customer is the most important person in our busi- jiess\ It is suggested that you consider the implications of these statements about a customer. The editorial is talking about you. Business men can stay in existence only because of you, the customer. The wise business man knows that the cus tomer is always right. In the profit system of business, the customer is king!” That used to be true—and is still true in many stores, banks and offices; but not always, by any means. It is a delight to enter some places because of the hospit able atmosphere and attentive employees. In some other places the frosty store or complete indifference reminds me of a story of a certain small-town store. On a cold morning the one man on duty was standing close to the big coal-burn er in fhe back of the store, swapping tales of hunting and fishing with several of his friends. Someone entered the front door but the clerk was hidden behind the big heater. One of his friends said “Bill, there’s somebody up front.” “Keep quiet”; he’ll go out,” was the reply. Now, now! If we could nail down the liberties of our people and assure ourselves against the world-minded mischief-makers it would be a righteous act. J I’ve come to believe that the world suffers more from mistaken notions of well-meaning people than from all the propensities of the evil-minded. I can’t prove that, mathe matically, nor yet, metaphysically or theologically, but I think it must be true. Our nation is nearly sunk by do-gooders; and they are en- engetically at work day and night, always animated by the conviction that they are saving or redeeming the country— with a strong flavor of political advantage, perchance. ■ Those who rushed in to save the world by incubating the United Nations organization evidently did not see very far ahead. That which many thought would be a sort of clearing heuse in which representatives might talk at length with out doing harm turns out to be a sort of super State with vast powers. The only remedy, I think, would be to withdraw from it entirely and renew and recharge and re-animate in ternational diplomacy on rational lines. . “There are actually persons in the United States who would have our country give up its national sovereignty and subordinate the welfare of our own people to the dictates of a World Government. This sounds fantastic. But sadly it is true. Furthermore, these World Government advocates are doing all in their power, spending money and their time, to promote such a jcheme. Many of these people are sincere, intelligent individuals— (Continued on page 6) From A. M. Watte, Chester, Vermont: I remember for over twenty years • before her death my grandmother Watts was crip pled and could walk very little. But that did not prevent her from working. She did all sorts of sewing, mending and darning. She did patchwork. She made various kinds of quilts, calico and silk. She knitted scarfs, mittens and stock ings. But her most outstanding and unique work was making hats. Every spring she purchased blocks of chalk shaped in the form of the latest fashions in hats. The women folk from miles around would bring to her their old straw hatli She would take the braids of straw apart, <ut out any damaged parts, wrap them around the chalk blocks and sew them together to fashion hats of the latest styles. * * * From an Old Timer, Hatties burg, Mississippi: I remember when it wasn’t only the farm folks who kept a cow and killed their own hogs. We lived only a few blocks from Main Street, but kept a cow to provide fresh milk for a big family and father always had a pig or two in a small lot nearby. My father always had the best garden in the neighborhood. Mother loved flowers, particularly sweet peas. She and dad played a little game every year. He would rise at daylight and pre pare a couple of rows for planting, then retire to the house for a cup of coffee and some rest. Mother would slip out the side door and plant her sweet peas in the rows that he had prepared for some thing else—or, at least, so he said. It always seemed to me he managed to have a couple of rows ready for planting the day after she placed her seed in a prominent place in the kitchen. (Send contributions to this colnmn to The Old Timer, Community Press Service, Box 39. Frankfort. Kentnekv.) Advice Arouud the House Small youngsters visiting you can cause a lot of turmoil as they bounce from one room to another in search of something to do. Gather "quiet” toys in a "visi tor’s” basket for such occasions. A small sponge mop in the bathroom helps to gather spilled water from tub or sink quickly and easily and prevents the floor from getting dirty. Have the children learn to use it. Sewing patches on toddler clothes? Make them in gay colors to add a decorative note to the clothes. Try animal patterns* for interest. Nylon hose will wear longer if you mark where garters hold the HELEN’S FAVORITE: Shrimp Stuffing (For 3-pound fish) 2 tablespoons butter 1 tablespoon water 1 teaspoon anchovy paste 1 cup soft bread crumbs 2 teaspoons chopped olives 34 cup canned shrimp, minced 34 teaspoon grated lemon 1 tablespoon lemon juice Heat butter, water and anchovy paste together until butter melts. Add to bread crumbs; mix in remaining in gredients. This is especially good for trout. hose with colorless nail polish. Always attach garters in the area covered by the polish. Small plastic containers in which pills come are ideal for salt, pepper, mustard and sugar put into lunch sacks. The con tainers are spill-proof and when empty, are easily carried home in pocket or purse. Lace and linen tablecloths which have spots should be marked with a small safety pin so you can v spot-treat them easily before laundering. NO SOUND OF MUSIC . . . This marble maid probably haa lungs of stone, so whatever music comes out of tuba at an Italian antique sale be cool. man. THE NEWBERRY SUN, NEWBERRY, SOUTH CAROLINA THURSDAY, A — HP HE safe driver on the high- * way often turns purple with rage when the careless antics of some daredevil almost causes a serious or tragic accident The sportsman who enjoys hunting and who regards his rifle and shotgun as daggerous weapons, to be bandied with cpre and caution, feels the seine surge of anger when he > reeds about or has personal experience with e shooting accident brought on by the "quick-draw” craze which swept the country. The "quick-draw** craze to it self is foolish enough. 'To this writer there could be nothing more stupid than the sight of s grown man standing before a mirror and amusing himself by seeing how fast he can "dear leather.** But, when this stupidity is compounded by with a loaded revolver,. It goes beyond all reason. Most of the accidents are self- inflicted wounds, it’s true. In the states of California, Oregon and Pennsylvania, "quick-draw” ar tists shot themselves in the leg or foot while "practicing.” But in several other states, bystand ers have been killed or wounded while watching these foolish antics with a loaded gun or, in one case a gun that the user “for got” was loaded. Aside from the fact that lheec "quick-drawers” art wounding and killing themselves and others, they are building up un necessary prejudices against those who must use firearms in their daily work (such as police men) and against those who use them (safely) in the sports at target shooting and hunting. In telligent gun users will now have to fight herder and harder to pro tect their right to own and to use weapons. By Olive Munson TULXE McCone was upstairs in her green and gold bedroom, dressing In her prettiest nylon slip and her frilly, «lmost4lke-a- bride’s gown. This was the night she was going to prove to herself that she had a right to live her own life. She had thought, at eighteen, when she began earning her own mpney that parental restrictions would decrease. But the very opposite seemed to be the case, especially since Carter HoltzweU had been taking her out Dad detested Carter. Called him a city slicker, just as he might have done had they still been out on the farm where Grandmother died. Carter lived his own life. You bet he did. He was modern as they come and he wanted her to be modem, too. When he had suggested that, instead of going to thc dance to night, they mould drive out be- yend the ten miles or 1 so, to a 1 motel he knew, she had been rather shocked. But bis arms 'i- had been around her, she thrilled %. to his touch ahd she thought she eoiild do anything . . . hut any- * thing if Carter wanted her to. Suddenly, as she slipped the frilly, almost-like-a-bride’s dress her head, the memory of a quarrel came back to her a quarrel between Grand mother an^ Aunt Dora. Grandmother had put it into words a little girl could under stand: "Just pride, Julie. I wasn’t invited to the feast, so I refused to accept the crumbs.” She had cupped Julie’s eager little face in her two hands, and said, very seriously, “Pride is sometimes a very good thing to have. Always remember this, Julie. If you are not invited to sit down at the feast, don’t accept crumbs from anybody. Promise you’ll remem ber.” Julie had promised, and ran off to play with a song in her heart Now she stood very still. with pain where the song had been. She, Julie McCone, was about to accept crumbs. Very crumby crumbs. Carter’s picture on the dresser did its best to attract her atten tion but me kept her eyes on the lace dress reflected in the mirror. Love should be like a regal feast she told herself; a feast set out on a lace tablecloth, with shining silver and gleaming glass. A feast where a man would ask the woman he loved to sk with him in 'sight of the whole world. Carter didn’t love her very much or he would have asked her to sit with him at such a feast The pain In Julie’s eyes ^rew deeper. barter didn’t love her at all! He expected her to be content with sordid crumbs. She threw herself face downward On her bed. Sobs such as she had never experienced before undermined the foundation of her love for Carter. , The | clock on the landing ticked on, Unperturbed by her grief. When it struck the hour Julie be came her ^efficient self again. Tears still streaming down her face, she took off th^ frilly white dress and hung it away in hex closet Quickly me got back intc the dress that had 1 just put to eight hours in Delaney’s hardware ; store. Then she bathed her face and powdered her nose. Pride U sometimes o very good thing tc have, she told the sober faced girl in the mirror. When file door bell rang she streaked down the stairs. This was no evening for Dad to oper the door and be only half-waj decent to a man he didn’t like The self complacency was jolted from a certain good looking face when Julie said shortly, "I’xe not going.” "I never want to see you again,' she said. "You, with crumbs in your pocket! Crumbs are for the birds.” *r was m m l ! wtfL se t the / 1 1! •.JraiJEi V ' .. ■ • • Add . $$, H Mi ■ IliS in«ii i« it! m &2S ■ * a -ns ■pwm 58th Semi- AT THE •m : * • & ’ '•'**> ■- ' :f b V. 4A ..••'/V-'l? 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