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-
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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
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