CONNESTEE NEWS
BY JEANETTE CISON
Mrs. Charlie Mull and daughter,
Pauline, of Brevard, were Sunday
guests of Mr. and Mrs. Will Hunt.
Mr. Roland Glazener of this
community spent Christmas visit
ing friends in South Carolina.
Miss Bertha Holden of Brevard,
spent the holidays visiting Mr.
and Mrs. Ralph Holden.
Mr. Rad Nicholson was a Bre
vard visitor Monday.
Mr. and Mrs. Lambert Baker
WE WISH
ALL OF
OUR FRIENDS
VERY HAPPY,
PROSPEROUS
NEW YEAR
BRYANT’S
Machine Service
15 Caldwell St.
BREVARD, N. C.
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This column is devoted to news of men serving
their country. Such news is solicited from parents
and friends of these men. “Revenge Pearl Harbor”
Pvt. Sims Blanton, of the army
air corps, has returned to his
base after spending a 15-day fur
lough here with his wife and
friends. Pvt. Blanton has been in
the air corps 10 months and is
stationed permanently at the air
base, Pocatello, Idaho, where he
is a DR navigator instructor. He is
the son of Mr. and Mrs. Roy W.
Blanton, of Baltimore, Md. Mrs.
Blanton expects to join her hus
band in the near future.
Miss Juanita McCormick, daugh
ter of Mr. and Mrs. C. A. McCor
mick of North Brevard, is a Red
Cross nurse now in North Africa,
where she has been six months.
She has been in Red Cross service
and children of Brevard, were
Sunday guests of Mr. and Mrs. W.
W. Mull.
J. E. Cison of this section is ex
pecting to leave Tuesday for
Camp Croft, where he will take
examination for Uncle Sam’s
armed forces.
Johnnie Cison had the misfor
tune of getting his hand injured
while working at the Brevard Tan
ning company. Mr. Cison is now
in South Carolina with his daugh
ter, Mrs. Andrew Leslie, who is
ill at her home.
Uncle Jimmie Raxter of this
community suffered two strokes
during the past week and is re
ported as seriously ill.
Those on the sick list are Mr.
and Mrs. Clifford Raxter, Mrs.
Ila Raxter, Miss Blythe and Mr.
Will Hunt.
Mr. Robert Holden, of See Off,
visited Mr. and Mrs. Houston
Glazener Monday.
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PROGRESS IS THE KEYNOTE OF THE
FUTURE. AND ON ONE POINT AT LEAST
WE ARE FIRMLY RESOLVED. WE ARE
GOING TO SERVE OUR CUSTOMERS
STILL BETTER IN 1944. OUR EARNEST
WISH IS THAT THE COMING YEAR MAY
HAVE MANY UNEXPECTED BLESSINGS
IN STORE FOR YOU AND YOURS.
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Citizens Telephone Co.
about a year and a half. She was
a nurse here prior to going into
service.
2nd Lt Robert L. May, Jr., re
ceived his navigation wings and
commission on Dec. 11, upon com
pletion of the army training at the
University of Miami in Pan-Ameri
can Airways navigation school at
Coral Gables, Fla. Lt. May then
had a short leave, which was spent
with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. R.
L. May, at Wilmington, and with
his wife’s parents, Dr. and Mrs.
Carl Hardin, in Brevard. Lt. May
and Mrs. May, formerly Miss Mary
Alice Hardin, are both graduates
of Brevard college. They left Bre
vard for Wilmington, after visit
ing her parents here for several
days.
T. Sgt. Wayne Fullbright has
been on a 10-day furlough here
with his parents Mr. and Mrs. W.
P.Fullbright. He is an aerial gun
ner and will be transferred to
Salt Lake City, Utah, from Har
lingen, Tex., after leaving Bre
vard.
Pvt. Dennis W. Terry, who has
been in overseas service the past
eight months in the Southwest Pa
cific, sent his mother, Mrs. Eliza
beth Terry, a Japanese bayonet
that he got in his possession dur
ing or after one of the battles in
that warring zone. Mrs. Terry is
very proud of the souvenir and
says she’s going to keep it until
her boy comes home after the war
and always after that. It’s a rusty
appearing weapon of war and
shows much wear and tear. Pvt.
Terry is in the field artillery and
has been in service three years.
Lawrence A. Holt, Jr., has
been promoted from seaman sec
ond class to seaman first class, ac
cording to information received by
his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Law
rence Holt, here. He is now sta
tioned at Camp Parks, Shoemaker,
Calif.
Aviation Cadet Eugene W. Mor
ris, son of Mrs. K. C. Phelps, of
Brevard, has completed his basic
flying training at the Lemoore
army air field, Lemoore, Calif.,
and is now ready for the army air
forces advanced flying training
school before receiving his silver
wings. The announcement is from
the Lemoore public relations of
fice.
Truman J. Henderson, seaman
first class, of the U. S. Navy, is
somewhere overseas. He writes
the editor of this paper, saying in
part, “I enjoy reading the county
paper very much. I prefer reading
it to any other paper because it
is very interesting to read about
the different things that happen
over the county. Of course I like
this place all right, but I long to
i get back to Transylvania county,
the best place in the whole world.”
Joe Lee Heffner, former assist
ant farm agent of Transylvania
county, is now in veterinarian
service at Santa Ana, Calif., where
he is meat and dairy food inspec
tor. In a letter to this paper, he
writes in part, “The Transylvania
Times is looked forward to each
week and gets here in less than
a week after publication.”
QLL
lue (Qfihmtsm is hardly justi'
fied, but, looking into our crystal ball, we see
better days ahead. In the light of this fact we
say Happy New Year with the old-time spirit.
May the best of everything come your way
in 1944.
Brevard Steal
PHONE 44
Laundry
**,T'HIS ‘peace on earth, good will
toward men’ stuff gives me a
pain,” Dari said. He laughed cyn
ically, looking down into the girl’s
troubled eyes. ‘‘It gets me how you
got hooked into it, Pam. Why don’t
> you look the thing squarely in the
face and realize it’s the bunk!”
“You must be blind!” Pamela
cried. “There are thousands and
thousands of people who give things.”
“O.K., honey.” He smiled. “We
look at it differently. The way I
figure it, a man never does some
thing for nothing. If he isn’t re
warded with material gain, then he’s
rewarded by having his vanity
salved. There’s always a selfish mo
tive behind a so-called act of kind
ness, no matter which way you fig
ure it. But it isn’t important. What
is important is that it’s Christmas
and you and I are in love and we
ought to think of celebrating.”
“It is important, Dari.” Her voice
was suddenly vibrant. “It’s impor
tant to me to show you that you’re
wrong. _ I couldn’t be happy with
a man who had those ideas.” And
then, seeing the expression on his
face, her tone softened. "Oh, I know
it seems silly to you—quarreling
about something so trite. But to me
it isn’t trite. Oh, Dari, let me show
you how wrong you are!”
The streets were festive. Colored
lights and greenery showed in ev
ery window. Lighted trees were on
every street corner. Pam stopped
the car while a group of carol sing
ers trooped by. A girl with a tam
bourine thrust a smiling face against
the coupe window. She dropped
coins into it and smiled and said,
“Merry Christmas.”
They left the gaily lighted streets
behind. Pam turned into a side
A moment later, a small middle
aged lady came bustling out.
street. She stopped before a house
and sounded her horn. A moment
later a small, middle-aged lady
came bustling out. She carried a
basket. Pam opened the door for
her. and introduced Dari. Her name
was Kimball.
“Well!” said the little lady. “This
is nice. I suppose you’re the young
man to whom Miss Tripp is en
gaged.”
“Yes, we’re engaged,” Dari said.
He wondered what she had in the
basket. She was so poorly dressed,
so frail and appeared so under
nourished. But there was a sparkle
in her eyes.
But instead of driving back to the
city, Pam drove across the railroad
tracks and into the desolate, ill
lighted thoroughfares of Jay town.
At last they stopped before a di
lapidated tenement house. They en
tered a dark, cold hall, mounted
stairs and rapped on a door. A weak
voice bade them enter.
The room was warmer than the
hall outside, lighted with a kerosene
lamp. A woman lay in bed, a child
cradled in her arms. Mrs. Kimball
matter-of-factly stirred up the fire,
produced candles and lighted them.
Pamela straightened things in the
room with surprising efficiency. The
woman in the bed watched from
hollow eyes while Mrs. Kimball un
packed her basket, set out a piti
fully small supply of foodstuffs,
some strings of popcorn, the green
bough of a pine tree, an orange, two
apples, a bottle of milk.
The sick woman’s eyes were ea
ger, grateful as the things appeared.
In no time at all the pine bough
was arranged on the table, the
strings of popcorn draped over it,
oranges placed at its base, two can
dles on either side.
Dari’s forehead wrinkled. He saw
the glow on Mrs. Kimball’s face,
the sparkle in her eyes. She was
poor. She was doing all shfe could,
and the woman in the bed knew
this. She was giving back gratitude
and warmth of feeling and love.
They left Mrs. Kimball and drove
back to the city. They stopped near
the park to listen to the carol sing
ers. Pam looked at him. “Did it
mean anything to you, Dari? Do you
aee what I mean?”
Dari thought of the woman in the
bed and Mrs. Kimball. “It’s a self
ish motive,” he thought. And aloud
he said: ‘‘I never thought about it
this way before, but isn’t it nice we
have such—selfish people as Mrs.
Kimball and Pamela Tripp?”
Pamela nestled against his shoul
der. “And Dari Holloway,” she
added.
STOP GULLIES
AND GROW TREES
Thous&nds of acres of land in
North Carolina are growing gul
lies which should be growing totees,
reports R. W. Graber, in charge
of Extension forestry at State
College.
Because of steeep slopes, poor
soil, and other adverse conditions,
much of this land can best be
used for growing trees. Many far
mers in the state have demons tra
ter conclusively that erosion may
be controlled, gullies stopped and
the land put into production on
small areas by using materials
found on the average farm — plus
trees. ,
Simple methods for the control
of gully erosion on small drainage
areas, from one to ten acres, are
described in Extension Circular
No. 225 published by State Col
lege. A free copy of this publi
cation may be obtained by writing
the Agricultural Editor, State Col
lege, Raleigh.
In planning to stop the gullies
and plant the trees, Graeber sug
gests that the grower first con
sult his county agent. Gullies
draining more than ten acres re
quire planning by an experienced
agricultural engineer.
Get debts in shape by reducing
execessive debts to a safe basis,
avoid speculation, build up finan
cial reserves, and invest in War
Bonds, agricultural economists ad
vise farmers.
When your doctor asks where you
prefer to have your prescription
filled, say: VARNER’S, because:
Filled only by registered pharma
cist; as written and at reasonable
prices. (Advt.) tfc
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A PEEK AT THE FUTURE
T he chap who designs
Greyhound Super-Coaches
recently came up with the
above idea. It's not built
yet, but it will be as sure
as Nippon’s “rising sun”
will set.
Yes, the bus riders’ fu
ture is bright. Some day
you may even travel by
Greyhound helicopter if
present plans pan out. So
don’t judge tomorrow’s
bus ride by what you’re
gettin’ now, when we are
short of buses and long on
passengers . . . doin’ our
best to serve the Armed
Forces, war-workers and
other essential travelers.
Bill-tUe hu, SuoeA.
GREYHOUN
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The hum of those Liberators high in
the sky is a portent of progress—a
glimpse of the reality that, speed the
day! lies beyond the turn of the road.
Freedom is on the march!
That you may participate in all of
the good things that 1944 may bring is
our sincere New Year’s wish for you.
MUCHEftTS SEAFOOD MARKET
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PYTHAGORAS, when asked what time was,
replied that it was the soul of the world.
And so it is. Time—precious, priceless—is the
span during which we build up enduring
friendships, and in our business friendship
counts for a great deal. We thank you cordially
for yours.
MAY THE SANDS OF THE HOUR GLASS, DRAIN
ING AWAY DURING 1944, BRING TO YOU
MANY GOLDEN HOURS OF HAPPINESS AND JOY
Galloway’s Cafe
PETE BIKAS, Prop.