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The Danbury reporter. (Danbury, N.C.) 189?-current, August 17, 1944, Image 1

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THE DANBURY REPORTER Eetabli Or People and Things Hoping- Himmler Wasn't Hit They had it on the radio last week that Himmler was killed by a bomb. Hearing' no confirmation of the report, we take it that it was a mistake. We hope the report was not true. It would be too bad to deprive the Rus sians, the Poles, the Greeks, the Yugo slavs. etc.. of the pleasure of hanging this precious scoundrel when the war's over. The rope's end is the most despijc-ble and disgraceful civil punishment. Let Himmler be saved for that. Compared with Hitler's chief assassin, Nero, Caligula, Genghis Khan, Atiila, were saints. Surely there is no mercy in Heaven for this most execrable monster of history —this fiend incarnate, clothed in the habiliments of a human being. This beast who scoffs at pity, laughs at tears, gloats ever the agony of the dying, who has caused rivers of blood from defense less and innocent men, women and child "°n to flow across the bleak fields of -ope. by his own hand, Himmler can not escape the doom that awaits him No neutral nation dare furnish sanctu ary for him. In the baleful region pic tured in Dante's Inferno, the lowest pit is reserved for him. Here's good health to Mr. Himmler un til his hour strikes. A Crime Against the Boy The crudest injustice a father can per petrate against his boy is to procure de ferment after deferment on fictitious: excuses, and thus keep him out of the war. Many parents would like to have their boys bH'k home from this terrible war. But the true parent had rather see his boy's name inscribed on the roll of honor, with a gold star beside it—signi fying the supreme sacrifice —than that the bov should have escaped his duty with dishonor. The greatest misfortune that cm come to any young man who is eligible for army service is to have a "pull" that en ables him to escape the draft. Some of these days the war will be ov er. Already the German war machine i running on one or two cvlinders. Before long the cannon will cease firing, tin tanks will stop rolling, the Flying Foi tresses wi•! ret»"n f - their !.unguis, an I great t.nn?;>orts will begin to arrive ;i home port'' loaded to the water's edgv with countless thousands of young Americans coming* back. i that day where will the eligible bov nd who has stayed at home in safety while others were dying for their coun try? Must he skulk about, looking for n nlace to hide —a disgrace to himself and his people for all time to come? Volume 72 Danbury, N. C.. Thursday, Ausru't 17, 1944. PUBLISHED thi The Snarling Pegler Westbrook Pegler, the columnist, is beside himself because he says the C. I. 0., with its P. A. C., is for the Roosevelt- Truman ticket. Pegler is using his space in great expanses every day snarling, spewing, sneering and smirking because the C. I. O. and its P. A. C. are not for Dewey, in which case Pegler would per haps be quite quiet. Now the C. I. C). is a great labor organ ization. which it has a right to be. It ha a P. A. C., or political action committee, which it has a right to have, we opine. All other organizations have these things. Such possession is nut against the law. If the C. I. 0. is for Roosevelt because he has been labor's friend, should FDR repudiate the C. I. 0.? Why, no, every party is glad to have the support of a great labor organiza tion. John L. Lewis, the labor leader and strike agitator, is a bitter foe of Roose velt, and is all out for the election of Dewey. Has Dewey repudiated fils support? No, not on your life. Pegler is a hired slanderer, whose stock in trade is abuse, suspicion, spleen, innuendo. His sentences stink with scurrility, and smoke with venom. He is the Thersites of the press. Even his friends no doubt are sick of his uniform canker. Synthetic Democrats Senator Hatch, Democrat, ot' New Mexico, says the United States Senate to all intents and purposes is Republi can, and has been Republican for two years. He declares that the Republican mi nority. aided by certain elements of the Democratic party, actually has been in control of the Senate for more than two years. The South is not as solid as it is crack ed lip to be. and has r.ot !:•, n. With the election of -such synthetic Ivmocrats a* Bob Reynolds, Cotton Ed Smith. He o nett Clark, Byrd. and otiurs of "the is ilk, these men place tin "r prejudice'! personal opinion above their constitu ents' wishes, secretly and openly con spire and collaborate with the opposit" party. This often ties tin administra tion's hands in important legislation. These misfit Southerners had much ra ther hit the President than be right. But it is a matter of distinct relief not only for the President but for the coun try at large that these incubi are fast being weeded out. and that their seats in many cases will be filled in the next Senate by men of principle and patriot ism. % 51—. EDITORIALS Up In Madam Nicotine's Habitat John Ed Mabe kicked up the flue lire:-; and then lay back on his bunk laughing like a fool. But John Ed ain't no fool that's a fact known of all men. But what was John Ed laughing at what caused a stream of funny to race so suddenly across his tickle patch? I'll tell you—John Ed was laughing at the capers of Old Prosperity a-settin on a stum]). But what was Old Pros a-doin' to make John Ed laugh like a fool? He was a-settin on a stump and doin all kinds of funny capers. He would nod and wink and then grin very know inly, and then he would jump off the stump and dance the pigeontoe, do back steps, hit the rumba, trip the tango, and the Lord knows how many other fancy steps. You see, Old Pros is a kindly old soul. He was a-feelin fine and couldn't help it. He made John Ed feel fine, too, and John Ed couldn't help it. John Ed's barn is way up on a high hill —up there where the stars are close as you sit watching in the night, looking south at the ever grand sweep of the Swarries, the great hills, the lone pine where the crows gather, where the big owl hoots, and up from the hollow comes the croon of water slipping through the ivies. Up where the finest tobacco in the world finds its native setting, stealing its color from the blend of sunshine and moonbeams, its body from the strength of the gray warm earth, its sweetness from essences of sour wood and honey suckle. Here are the constituents of gold leaves that rustle in the top tiers like Federal Reserve notes, here is that stuff from which Camels are made, here is Madam Nicotine in her pristine lair. The soft murmur of the Dan lulls the night, the sycamores sway very gently to the night wind. , ; John Fd laughs, yawns, stretches his long- legs, then falls into a deep sleep where his tired nerves are soothed wit t music music f hat is chanted like tH- Ym. vm, \m. -ll:, 43, vm, ym, 44. 45, 4 r - 4~, ym. vm. -Is—sold to R. J. Well Done Chairman Ellington aia 7 : l.t-iin. ■, his committees and his ■ 1 c ■ •'. > late bond drive, are u 1 that the county went rv« : hal ng in the sale of E bor Is as vv as i;-> the ov erall. It is quite a mniter of pride among our people th?.t the county's record is entire ly up with the leading counties, and far (Continued on payo four.) Nu mb«* >• 3,761

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