Lower Peachtree Mr and M rs Chun Panther of Copperhill. Tenn . and Mr and Mrs. Charlie Sutton were visitors of Mr. and Mrs. J?m Panther. Sunday. Pettie and Pedro Panther were visitors of Mr. and Mrs. Claude Panther Sunday. Mr and Mis Ed English and Mr. und Mrs Claud w Panther were visitors in Atlanta Sunday. Mis ?v BtheJ. Florence and Mill Panther were visitors of Mr and Mrs. Doyle Coker at Huvosvllle Sunday. Miss Ethel Panther is spending CHIC THEATRE MI RPIIT, N. C. 'Murph\ \s Onlx Firs! Run Theatre * Saturday. July 31 JOHNNY MACK BROWN TEX HITTER in Raiders of San Joaquin Admission lie and 15c Late Show Saturday 10:30 p.m. RICHARD TRAVIS CHARLES LANG in Truck Busters Admission 11c and 30c Sunday - Monday, August 1-2 GARY COOPER TERESA WRIGHT In Pride of the Yankees Also UNIVERSAL NEWSREEL Admission 11c ? 30c Tuesday - Wednesday, Aug. 3-4 DOUBLE FEATURE PROGRAM RICHARD DIX JANE WYATT in Buckskin Frontier ?And? WILLIAM GARGAN MARGARET LINDSAY in No Place For A Lady Admission 11c and 30c Thursday - Friday. Aup. 5-6 RANDOLPH SCOTT - GLENN FORD - CLAIRE TREVOR in The Desperados l in c.iiis of doinc your best in helping \ our sons and Irirmls on Ihe lighting fronts. Fig ure il out \ ourxrir. NOTICF OF <\l F OF UNI) By virtu** of the power of sale contained in a Deed of Trust from Howard Hi key and wife Onabee : Hickey to the undersigned Trus tee. dated July the 28th. 1942. and I recorded in the Office of Register Cherokee Scout, Murphy. N. C. l-2tp. FREE! If Excess acid causes you pains of stomach Ulcers, Indi gestion. Heartburn. Belching. Bloating, Nausea. Gas Pains, get free sample, Udga. at Parker Drug Store. 52-15tp. To The Taxpayers of Murphy ; AH those who have not paid their 'f ; Privilege taxes for current year [ May 31, 1943 to June 1, 1944, also all \ the personal property tax due the \ Town of Murphy, are requested to \ call at the Town office and pay the I; same immediately or steps must be I taken to collect. \ | E. L SHIELDS !( TAX COLLECTOR See Here, Private Hargrove! bg Marion Hargrove THE STORY SO UK I'tinlf Marlo? ' lljttrovr, furnirr lral?f* rdtlor hn krrn IndtKlrd ??lo Ihr army i ml bit tpcil wnif Umr In >' I oil Bran, la hl? advtrr l? pru???rc | ii\ r irlrrlrri. Privtlf llarcrove bad itfvoralfd a prr lndu? lion |?rM ol I l>.?iri(inc thf town rrd " Out* "*r j IM) hr think* "an open mind' ?* Ik* | brti polky lor Ihr "Br?l Ihirr wrrb* are Ihr bardr?t." tent llw morf iundinirnl.il phi?rt of arm* lile have cnM ovrr Private ?larcro*r"* hr.nd and tilt conduct h.*? landrd hint ollrn on M? duly. Ilr ha? brrn ?la*MSrd a* a ? ook. BMwrrn bit Kl* dut> and bl% ; rrgutar rook i?%|{nmrnl br ha* *penl i onMdrrablc Umr In Ihr k'lrbri. CHAPTCR VII One of the nicest things about working in the kitchen in Battery C of the 13th Battalion has been the knowledge that its number-one chow hound. Buster Charnlev. would drop around after supper and the conver sational fat It's like a letter from home to listen to Buster's flow and mournful drawl, and his refreshing ly dry humor is a pick-me-up at the end of a long, hot afternoon. Buster came prancing up the chow line, the other evening with a grin that started at the back of his head and enveloped his face from the nose down. ""What's eating you. Walter," I asked him. brrides that egg-suck ing grin?" "Leaving here, bov!" he sang. "You won't see me around for three months. And when you *ce me. son. you'll see stripes on my sleeves and a look of prosperity on my c!ean-cut Tarheel face!" The man behind him wanted to get t?; the mashed potatoes, so Buster , had to move on down the line. I got '.he whole story from one of the '?.nypees while I waited for him to m;tke his evening call. Of the 200-odd men in Battery C. two men had been selected for three months* training at Fort Sill. Okla homa. At the end of their three months, they will come back as gun nery instructors, with a non-com missioned officer's rating and a spe cialist's extra pay on top of that. Mrs. Walter Charnley's little boy Buster was one of the two men selected. One of the sergeants near here came back from a recent leave with one of the most glorious shiners that ever darkened the human eye. "Run into a door?" I asked him. "Gave a guy the wrong answer." tie replied simply, "or rather, the anrwer he did;;'t want" 1 U ohcd at hr? fi.ee: hir- tce'.h were all tht re and his jaw was still in one p;ice. I looked at his hands: the knuckles showed the marks of service. "1 was at a party," he went on. "when this fellow who lives next d? or to my folks wants to know | how's the morale in the Army?* "Leaving hero, boy," he Rang; "You won't see me around for three months. Then I'll be wearing stripes on my sleeves." ?Excellent.' I tell him; 'excellent!' He looks ire up and down sort of pitying-like and wants to know don't l I read the magazine stories about how poor it is. Well, I tell him, 'I spend all my time with the boys and I believe what I see more than what I read.' "He goes on from there making cracks at the Army and the country and the suckers we are for giving our time for what's not worth fight ing for in the first place. I listen politely for a while, because even though I'm not in uniform I don't want to look rowdy. I stand as much as I can and then I ask him to his feet. It isn't long before his three brothers join the fight. It was one of the brothers put his finger , ring in my eye." "Brother," I told him. "that ain't a black eye. That's a badge." "I lost the fight," he said. "You won the argument, though," I told him. "I'd like to use the sergeant's name, but he made me promise not to." "I told the Old Man," he said, "that I got the shiner playing base ball." ? 1?? "How can I fit you Into a Mat," moaned Supply Sergeant Israel, "with you fidgeting around like a race horse at the post? Stand still, dem you, stand still!" "Heavens to Betsy, Thomas." I complained, "you're getting to be the fussiest old maid in the outfit. I'm not squirming!" "In the first place, my man." he said, "don't call me Thomas or try to get overly familiar with your aid ers and betters In the tecond place. | don't argue with me. In the th:rd ! place. don't fidget in the first place. And in the fourth place, don't atfi- i tate me unnecessarily I'm at the j end of my patience with you and I ain't feeling in no holiday spirit anyway." I buttoned the handsome winter Mouse and he stepped hack to in spect it with the eye of an artist. I "Every time my wife gets mad at | me. she has her picture taken to j j send to me. The picture I got to day showed she's going to eat my i heart out unmercifully when I can't put oil my furlough any* longer and 1 have t<> go home And with do mes-tic difficulties on my hands, I have to fit your winter uniforms." He yanked at my couttail. straight j cnetl the collar and scratched his j head. "Hargrove ? 37 long." he ! yelled to the boy nt the desk. "Man that is born of woman." I comforted him. "is of many days I and full of trouble." "Git off the platform and into this overcoat." he sighed. He held the coat while I got into it and he slapped my hand for fidgeting again. "Sometimes I wonder why I go to so much trouble keeping you boys ! dressed right. Here I spend the j whole afternoon wiping sweat out of my eyebrows, just to see that your clothes fit you and you won't look like a bunch of bums? which you are. "Do you know what some ungrate ful kitchen termite said the other day? He started putting it around that the Army could double itself in half an hour by filling up the extra space in its trousers. Do your trou sers fit you bum?" He straightened the pleats in the back of the over coat and gave the tail an unneces sarily vicious yank. "Did I say they didn't?" 1 groaned, raising my arms despair ingly. "Just because somebody else says you stretch the coat in the back so the man will think it fits right in the front, you have to go picking on mc!" II "Mc pick on you?" he screamed. "It's a wonder my nerves ain't com pletely shot! Do I come around and put signs on the door saying, 'Walk lip One Flight and Save Five Dol lars"' Do I throw gunny sacks on your bed and ask you to take up the cuffs two inches? "With my thankless job, it's a wonder I haven't collapsed before this. I wjsh I was a permanent ; kitchen police instead of a supply sergeant. Hargrove ? 37 long! | NEXT!" I "This battery is my baby." Cor pora I Henry Ussery said, loosening his belt for a reul bull session. I've watched it prow from thutty-one inen to what it is now. It was hard work building up this battery to what it is now, but it's worth it when you look around and see what you've done " The assembly sighed en masse and decided to loosen its belts. Us sery was wound up again. "When I got here, there wasn't anybody here but the instructors. We spent four weeks eating dust and running rabbits. There I was ? I'd spent thutteen months learning the old drill and tactics to where I reckon I had it down better than any man in the whole Army. Then they started this 'minute Army,' with a buncn of green ignorant Yan kees?and I had to teach them what they had to know!" The bull session nodded wisely and Corporal Ussery went on. "Now, this young Corporal Joe Gantt. for instance. Now. this Corporal Gantt. when he first came in, was one of the greenest rookies in the bunch. But he snapped out of it and made corporal in four months." "Was that soldiering," a voice broke in, "or handshaking ? as the Latins used to say, mittus flop pus?" "Much as I can't stand Gantt, I'll have to admit it was soldiering. That's the way it is. You sweat your head off hammering the drills and the calisthenics and the military courtesy and guard duty and the physical hygiene and the manual of arms into them. They're all clumsy and awkward as a bear in an egg crate at first, but then you can see them, after a while, snap ping into it and getting better and better. By the time we've had them thutteen weeks, and they're ready to be assigned to their posts, they're as keen and alert as a bunch of West Point cadets. They're extra good cooks and better soldiers." "Isn't a good soldier a specialist at griping and growling?" somebody asked him. "Griping is an art. just like gold bricking is an art. Before you leave here, you learn that you don't enjoy griping a bit when you spread your energy all over everywhere, griping about everything. You learn to choose one thing and specialize in griping about that "If you want to be a specialist at griping, you have to get on your toes. You get to where your clothes are comfortable. Where you used to think the food was terrible, now you pretend that you don't get enough of it Ycu like the beds and by nine o'clock you're sleepy. So you have to find something special to gripe about If you haven't got any originality at all. pick you out one special norjcom and gripe about him. -Now. you take Private Harrow tor instance. Firtl can. h. re Vj. tinped about me telling him he'?? carrying his riBe wrong N..w h* Kripes when I teU him he's carrvin. It right. He might have jomeiw there. He still carries It like it ?a, a 75-millimeter gun. He's getting so shiftless, even at griping that he can t find anything to beef ?b ,t ? cept not getting any mail. I: ( to write all his creditors, so h- uwi't even be able to gripe abi ? uie mail." Somewhere on the wild r of South Carolina, the batta!: r )n which I cook Is being treaU- i to ? weekend to combine busir.t- s with pleasure. We can romp in the At lantic while we get a "taste ' the fleld." With the wind bloui~r the sand into kitchens and pup tenfc alike, it will be nice to get back to ' n^hl w' ?"*?. or simulate 'p- ^ P"P tents made by on, ?wn hands with laving carp. Fort Bt.gg lor i u.f of the food r,.. V, VWMd *?l We made the trip here in lorne. are the mechanical age's covered appr0,ch in 'PPMrance lo You've probably *** the? rolling noisily but smoothy through town? large can voi-toppe* truck, with a fold. >ng bench down each side ins, do You d expect to be hauled out of one of them, beaten to death u ,nd o' ? 130-mile trip. Thcv tole* ably?,Crab^ a,*h,'n We star,rd Pitching camp. th? iL qKuarler 01 8 back from the beach we found the place al ready inhabited - by cannibals. 3!"" ""lur"- which masquerade ?? hannle,, 11,., and even camou flaged by the harmless sounding name of sand flies, must have vam pire blood back in the line some where. I don't bear any grudge against the easygoing, good-natured house fly in fact, I feel rather cruel when I squash one for tickling me- but it arouses my pioneer fighting spirit to see a stunted horsefly light on my bare leg. make himself sossily com fortable and start draining off my life's blood. But what can you do' Mapping one only serves to make him mad at you. At night we sleep. ?r at least we simulate sleep, in pup tents made by our own hands with loving care blood, sweat, tears, two pieces of waterproof cloth, two lengths of rope, and a handful of turned lum ber. I share my little duplex with Pri vate Warren, the new student cook who told me the story about trie man at the boarding house. When I stumbled home last night, primed to the gills with a blend of sand and salt water, I discovered that we had an overnight guest: The chief cook on our shift, in the last: of Packing the Held kitchen, had neg lected to put his own field pack (tent half, blankets, etc.) on the tru is. so he decided to drop over and have us put him up for the night. A pup tent, as you probably don't need to be told, will accommodate two men. provided neither of thi m walks in his sleep. If three men are to sleep in one tent, at least two ?.f them must be midgets or babes in arms. Cooks should never sleep two to a tent, because of their tendtr< v toward plumpness. We arranged ourselves in the tent by wiapping knees around the tent poles, putting all feet outside for the night and raising one side of th% tent high enough to make a rus tic sleeping porch of the whole ;.f fair. The guest proved to be one of those loathsome creatures who pull all the covers to their side of the bed. We had quite a lot of trouble with him. since he slept in the middle and rolled up in both our blankets. We remedied this by wait ing until he started snoring, then recovered our blankets, rolling our selves In them and throwing a ram coat over him. The three-man arrangement w.i very uncomfortable for a while. When I finished opening my eyes by scoop Ing the sand from them. I found th.it I had rolled through the opened side of the tent and spent the night unrirr a myrtle bush ten yards down Ihc slope. During my first off hour. sue ceeded in getting a tan which must have darkened the very marrow or my bones. My chest, back, and legs looked the color of a faded dan ger flag and smelted like the roi^t pork that the cook forgot to watch. After that, the surf and the sun went their ways and I went mine. ITO BE CONTINUED!