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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.”
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