PAGE TWO LEGISLATIVE CHATTER Daily Dispatch Bureau. In Ibr Sir Waller Hotel. Raleigh, Jan. 26.—Echoes of Major L. P. McLendon’s advice to the Dem ocratic party that it. do a bit of clean up work with regard to the absentee ballot and election abuses generally are still being heard not only here in Raleigh but apparently throughout the State. Down east the election board chairman is being acclaimed as a keen physician who has correctly diagnosed a disease which is slowly eating away at the party’s vitals. Old liners, however, who privately admit they don’t think it’s wrong to steal votes from Republicans, -are sharpen ing stilletos for the good major whose political life may be endangered by his frankness. A. D. (Lon) Foler, national exe cutive committeeman from North Car olina, will arrive here Wednesday to remain the rest of the legislative ses sion. He hasn’t any particular aim an now —fwth|icih we haver,)’t—we could not spend it until after we had enough sunshine and rain to dry them out first.” Watoh the joint appropriations com mittee wield its axe and chop mil lions of the requests for appropria tions made by the various State de partments and institutions recently. For while the various State agencies asked for some $11,000,000 more than the Advisory Budget Commission re commended during the public hear ings by the committee, expectations are that the committee is going to cut these requests back to about the same amounts recommended by the budget, committee. This will means a general fund budget of between $37,000,000 and $38,000,000 instead of one of about $18,000,000. You're Telling Ale! A■ ■ i By WILLIAM RITT Central Press Writer The groundhog dropped into the of fice today to see whether his forth coming shadow-seeing tour was get ting enough publicity. He was visibly upset on learning the presidential in augural, the floods and the doings a round Madrid have kept groundhog news down to a couple of lines on the want ad page. “You know,” he naid, from the depths of the editor’s wastebasket, where the only shadows visible werei those cast by cigaret butts, poems sent in by an elderly female sub scriber and a couple of Christmas cards the editor’s wife gave him to mail a month ago, "I'm getting sick of my job. “Unless President Roosevelt or he continued, “changes the date of Ground Hog -Day from Feb. 2 to some time, say, in June, I’m liable to stage a stay-in strike. “It’s no fun to come out of a nice warm burrow into an early February blizzard just to see or not to see my shadow. For no pay, too. You’d think the weatherman, for one, would be sport enouh to slip a guy a couple of carrots or somethi; j. “It wasn’t so bad w’ion people paid some attention to my shadow-seeing. A fellow in those days could feel that his work was appreciated. most folk don’t even know that we’ll have six more weeks of winter if I see my shadow. “I blame it all on these new-fangled household devices like central heat ing and air-conditioning. People no longer care about weather predictions when all they have to do is to turn a knob or a switch to get June in Jan uary. “However, I guess I’ve been doing my stunt so long now that I might a.s well continue. Will you be sure and send a reporter over Feb, 2? And a good cameraman. That fellow last year had me way out of focus.” With that remark he waddled out of the office, humming a tune to him self. Tt was rather faint, but sounded something like the recent song hit, “Me and My Shadow.” r HENDERSON, (N. C.) DAILY DISPATCH;' 'TUESDAY, JANUARY 20, 1937 & DAY THAT I FORGET ®Tfx rose learn of December, tlx frosts of June slxill fret; Tlx day that-you remember, tlx day tlxst I forget—Smubume | J | COPYRIGHT— KRLRASED BY CENTRAL PRKKS ASSOCIATION X^~} READ THUS nasr: Janet MacLeod has just married Joel Paynter, second-rate actor, whom she met a few weeks previously at a cock tail party. Because Joel asked Janet to stop work, she has had to econo mize. Martha Colby, her best friend, visits Janet in their one-room apart ment. Joel tells Janet his show is closing. KOW GO ON WITH THE STORY: v CHAPTER 4 THE LIGHT was red but Janet didn’t notice that. She stepped from the curb and a hand jerked her back roughly. She hadn’t even Been the taxi turning the corner. She murmured her thanks and saw that her rescuer was gone. The slight adventure was enough to unnerve her; she felt her eyelids string with the tears that sprang * to her eyes. The hot pavement burned through the thin soles of her san dals. The July sun beat merciless ly down upon her. It was a long hot walk across the park to West Seventy-third,, street, but a bus would have cost 10 cents. It was an extravagance she could ill af ford and she resisted it, striking out bravely on her path homeward. There was no need to hurry for Joel seldom returned to her before 6 and more than ever today she dreaded going back to the airless room where the bright colors were less attractive Jfi the hot light. She was filled with unhappiness but not with envy, thinking of the lovely, cool apartment she had left but a few minutes before. She had been leaving the bank where she deposited the check for the rental of her old apartment, a check that allowed no profit, when she heard herself hailed by Mar garet Peyton. Margaret, like her self, was a bride and like Janet, had been a minor executive at the Faber-Johnston store. \ Margaret, sitting at the wheel of a smart little roadster, said, "Come along with me, Janet, I’m dying to hear about what has been happening to you. I’ve got to get home early and I want you to see nay place.” So Janet, having nothing to do but worry, had gotten in. Margaret was a bride who might have been created by a woman’s magazine. She had radiance; she had, also, an air of assurance, of security. She had a trousseau with everything a bride could want. Janet exclaimed over the lovely hostess gowns, the smart little evening frocks, the jaunty sports things. She murmured "lovely” and "how fortunate” and all the other things that were expected of her over the linens and glass and china. And she missed none of the beauty and completeness of the big, comfortable, cool living room, the spacious kitchen, the well stocked pantry. . She sipped her iced tea and nib bled imported English biscuits and told Margaret that Joel was "tem porarily at liberty” but they couldn’t get away this summer— Margaret and her husband were going to Maine for the month of August—because "Joel is consider ing a part in a new production.” "His show closed in March, didn’t it?” Margaret asked. "I was interested in it when I heard you had married him and I wanted to see it but when we got back from our honeymoon, it had closed.” Janet smiled very brightly. "Yes, I was glad it did. I had hardly had him to myself. We didn’t have a real honeymoon, you know. It was nice to have him more of the time.” It HAD been at first when they were both filled with optimism. There were new shows in produc tion then, shows that would go on the road for the summer. ~ There had been no need to worry then. They’d had over S2OO in the bank, including Martha’s wedding pres ent. There was less than $25 now. The English biscuits that cost a dollar a pound felt dry in Janet’s throat as she thought of the din ner she had planned. Lamb stew 1% 1% 1% 1% PENALTY STARTS On All 1936 COUNTY TAXES Not Paid On Or Before Monday, February 1 Pay now and save 1 per cent. C all this office for any informa tion concerning your taxes. J. ED. HAMLETT, *■ * Sheriff of V ance County. -•w "Come along with me, Janet.” again. It wasn’t a summer dish but it had its virtues; it was cheap and the leftovers could be served as a meat pie the next day. With a crisp salad, it would make a nutritious meal for Joel, who looked these days as though he needed nutrition. Sometimes Janet was stricken as she thought of the responsibility she was to Joel, yet she knew that if he didn’t have her to eke out his pennies—and to do it so that he would not realize that he was practically penniless—his lot would have been worse. "Do you ever miss working?” she said rather unexpectedly to herself, addressing Margaret. "Heavens, no! I don’t have time. My dear, when you keep house, the day just flies. I have marketing and little things to do around here and suddenly it is time for Jim to get home and the day is gone. I don’t suppose you have either. It must be rather a story book life and full of glamor to be married to an actor, isn’t it?” “Yes,” Janet said, "it’s very dif ferent. One so completely an individual . . i iiiat is . . . every one seems to be doing something.” She realized h6r words made little Sense. "I was surprised to hear that you gave up your job.” Margaret picked up ice cubes from a silver bucket with a silver spoon and dropped them in Janet’s glass. "I was in Faber’s the other day and Mr. Hoadley”—he had been Janet’s superior—"was bemoaning your departure.” Janet felt as though her ears were distended toward Margaret but she gave no sign. "He said he couldn’t take a vaca tion because he had no capable person to take charge. You know he hasn’t been able to find an as sistant since you left? I guess your job is there if you want to go back.” Walking home through the park an hour later, Janet thought of that. And she made a decision. Once she had done so, she hastened her steps. No matter what Joel said, she had made up her mind. She couldn’t stand that strained look in Joel’s eyes. She was sick to death of lamb stew and pork chops and hamburgers. She wanted broiled chicken and sweet breads. She wanted them for him. It would only be for a little while Qf and in the autumn Joel would surely find a part. * * * "You knew what your chances were when you married me. . So you’re sick of it? Well, go back,! forget me, have your little satis-j faction that you married a no-' good!” Joel flung down the dish' towel with which he had been wip ing a plate. j Janet’s voice was patient and had the quality of a mother speak ing to her child, “Darling, you don’t mean a word of it. You’re a bright, intelligent man and a 1 reasonable one, too, only you: haven’t seen the point yet. I can! go back to my job and earn S4O a] week. I’ll give it up when you get a part and in the meantime we’ll! have money for carfare and clothes! and decent food.” “For better or for worse,” Joelj muttered and paced the small' floor. I "Let’s consider this for the bet-! ter,” she said as she wiped the last plate and put it on the shelf. j But Joel went on, angrily; , “You know it’s a matter of prin ciple with me. Why will you be stubborn? You know I cannot al low you to go back to work! Janet, if you go, this is the end between us. It tells me only one thing—• that it means you aren’t willing to share my luck.. Do you want a husband who ha*< no pride?” Janet thought: Twenty dollars and the rent is sl2 a week. What next? She saw herself back at her job, back in the sweet little rooms on Twelfth street. She saw the long, empty nights without Joel. ; She walked across the room and put her arms around him. "No, darling, I don’t want any thing but what I’ve got. You’ll get something. You’ve got to! Forget that I said anything about going to work. Let’s go out and sit in the park. It will be cool there and nothing terrible is going to happen to us tonight. When tomorrow comes, who knows what will turn up?” That was their first quarrel if it could be called that, and Janet had met it as she was often to do, by recognizing the importance of Joel’s pride. It was part of him and she loved all of him. The next day something did turn up. (To Be Continued) SAFETY MOVEMENT GETS BIGSUPPORT Over 1,200 Carolinians Back Plan of Press and Motor Club Charlotte, Jan. 26—More than 1,200 Carolinians last week were enrolled in the mobilization for highway safety movement, sponsored by the Carolina Motor Club and the press, it was an nounced today at Carolina Motor Club headquarters here. There are no costs or obligations in connection with becoming a part of the movement to curtail the loss of life and damage to property as a re sult of traffic accidents, other than a promise to drive carefully and en deavor to go through the year 1937 without accident. Those who enter are mailed cards recognizing their safe driving records and their names are recorded at Carolina Motor club headquarters. Those who maintain ‘ No accident” records throughout the year will be presented with certifi cates of award. The first of a series of local com mittees was organized at Charlotte during the week. J. Caldwell Mc- Donald was named chairman for the Charlotte area. He will appoint chair men of sub-committees on location and causes of accidents; laws, ordin ances and enforcement; engineering and traffic signals; public education; enrollment and awards. Similar committees will be organiz ed in outstanding communities throughout the Carolinas. The move ment is receiving wholehearted sup jport from i?ndustr : J(D| commercial, civic, fraternal, religious and educa tional organizations and from officials and individuals interested in safety throughout both North and South Carolina. “Any individual or any organization, regardless of race or creed, is invited to enroll in the mobilization for high way safety,” Coleman W. Roberts, president of the Carolina Motor club, said. “We are tremendously pleased with the response and endorsement IMPORTANT Auction Sale of Land HENDERSON, N, C. Friday, January 29th, 10:30 a. m. One seven room house; four acres of land, located on Dabney Road—with good out-buildings. Known as part of Dunn’s Grove and Scott Parker Estate. L. H. Cherson, Owner, Charlotte, N. C. Sale Conducted By > - ~ PENNY BROTHERS The World’s Original Twin Auctlneers, Agents Charlotte, N. C. If you care to buy or sell land, write, Penny Bros, Charlotte, N. C. COURTESY ONE of the greatest improvements in modern banking has been the recogni tion by banks of the absolute necessity that every employee be courteous to ail customers under all conditions. The day of the curt clerk and the pompous offi cial has passed into the ash-can of dis carded banking methods. A new customer we trust will appreciate what our old customers have long been familiar with—the courtesy accorded to every one who does business with us. First National Bank Henderson, N. C. Member Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation. with which Carolinians are a ffi , with this permanent movement . Uln * duce accidents on the highv try blanks may be secured ' Carolina Motor Club office.” Money Need Big Ally __Of Liquor Folk (Continued from Page One.) Profit Motive Paramount And so, despite the fact that p 0 trollers have tried to keep the , . motive” in the background of ! quor fight, there is no question t,:|, that this feature is becoming mount in the minds of many. Everybody knows that liquor f ] ( „. yield a big revenue and the more tain legislators think of that iact 0,, more inclined they are to vote some plan whereby the State can . this fruitful source. Too, the couni'ii*! are almost as sorely pressed as ti v , State, and the law-makers are 0Vfl „ mindful of the folks “back hone '' nn j anxious to give them a lift whenever possible. As a result, advocates of county and of State control are growing more mid more easy to reconcile, and if nov . seems likely that there will be ]j|q' difficulty in their getting together , )n ! some plan whereby the State will re ceive a large slice of the “heavy sugar” produced by liquor stores. Even the controversy over taxation, of intangibles may be settled amioahly through the liquor question, with he counties being allowed to retain the levies they now collect on solvent credits and the like in return for sup port of a heavier State share in li quor revenues. On the dry side, there has appear ed a clear-cut difference of opinion over the question of providing a ma chinery act for the sale of liquor in the event a referendum should result in a “wet” majority in the State. Un compromising friends of prohi'ition are not. prepared J -o yield one iota and insist ' they will vote for nothing ex cept submission to the people of the State of the simple question—which they artfully word—of liquor or no liquor. Others whq are dry mostly because they think their counties would vote that way. insist that any referendum bill should include a system of liquor control in the event of a wet victory.