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The Kings Mountain Herald Established 1889 Published Every Thursday HERALD PUBLISHING HOUSE, Haywood E. Lynch Editor-Manager Entered as second class matter at the Postoffice at Kings Mountain, N. C„ under the Act of March 3, 1879. SUBSCRIPTION RATES One Year . $1.50 Six Months .75 A weekly newspaper devoted to tne promotion of the general wel fare and published for the enlight ment, entertainment, and benefit of the citizens of Kings Mountain and Its vicinity. AVh TdUN I : RE itD—I CHRISTMAS SPIRIT Christmas is one day of the year When all the world should he ofgood cheer. Everyone should show their friend ship On this sabbath day of worship. As church bells are merrily ringing. Many little children carols are singing. What does it mean to you when They sing "peace on earth good will toward men?' There are many very happy grret ings At many largo, long-sought meetings With each of the different gifts sent A hearty token of friendship is meant. Think of the missionaries and Rea Cross association With their good will posts in every foreign nation, Making possible good woll towprd men and peace on earth, As everyone joins in celebrating Christ’s birth. So let’s make it a season of the year when Everyone tries to make happy his fellow men. May the whole world ever so full of cheer Enjoy a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. —Walter S. Watters CHRISTMAS Christmas marks the coming into the world of a new force whose ben eficiences has never ceased; a force so human and compassionate that little children sing of it with glee, and yet a force so god like that an i gels sounded its marching music to the world. The fires that burn on happy hear chstones are its altar fires, the cher ishing of children’s joys its alms, the loyalties of friendship its shining ritual. And its sacraments are Christ mas cheer, Christmas charity, Chris tmas hope.—-Selected. CUT YOUR FIRE BILL It’s fun to watch the freire truck fkisir by. It's also fun to watcn Grady King and his fire men at work on a blaze. r noth of these pleasure, however, become less pleasurable if yau re flect that good, hard earned dollars must come out of your pocket to pay the bill. It should be everlastingly emphas ized that we all pay for tin—whctu the bill for those who sustain tires— over a period of time, any town’s in surance rate is determined by the volume of its fire loss. All of us must cmp in, thorugh er fire hits our property or not. A|1 of us help to pay" the upkeep of lhrtt departments, alarm systems and water facilities, All of us who carry insurance policies must help to pay higher taxes, to make up the taxea lot when a home or an industry is destroyed by fire. So it gotF—we pay our share of the nr.fions’s fire bill in a half-dozen differt nt ways. Most fire hazards can be easily and cheaply eliminated — and those which are easiest and cheapest to do away with are often productive of the worst fires. I)o your pari to prevent fire — in the interest of your home, your bus iness, Ute lives of your loved ones, and your bank account. BETTER OFF DEAD The nation is beginning to realize the horror of automobile deaths that reached a total of 35,000 last year. Not *o wrell realized, but perhaps even more horrible, is the situation of those who were involved in auto mobile crashes, were not killed, but would bo better off if they had been Their ghastly plight has been de scribed in a new booklet by J. < 1, Furnas, author of the famed “—and Sudden Death", entitled “Better Off Dead. Tiero is an excerpt: ‘They were’nt doing more than 45 around a slight curve. But centrit’u gal pull had dragged them a couple of feet the wrong side of the white line.one of those semi headon angling chashes.two passen gers, 'bleeding, unconscious, wer< loaded into the ambulance. They wore on the point of driving aWiay when the policeman discovered the third He was doubled like a broken stick and thrust halfway through the narrow back window of tht HERE and THERE By Haywood E. Lynch Dear Santa: — I want you to do a few things foi^ . me. I want you to bring William Plonk a good wife. Santa, he is a good fellow and deserves a nice Mrs. Plonk . Also Santa, help Mrs. E. A. Smith, Jr., to find her poc ketbook that she lost, she is a good lady so please help her to get hed pocketbook back - Please, Mr.' St. Nickolas, bring Chief Bryant a steam heated jail to keep his prison ers in And, Mr. Santa Claus, I will thank you very much if you will bring Charlie Dilling a new city Hall to work in, we need this very badly .... And Santa, if you have a spare library that no other town wants, please leave it in Kings Moun tain on your midnight trip of yhe; 25th, I am sure that everyone in The Best Town In The State would thank you very, very much .... And bring all the bird hunters, such as.< Paul Neisler, Jim Willis, W. A. Riden hour, Bill Souther, Bill Ramseur, L B. Gaffney lots of birds to shoot.... And Santa, if it will not be too much trouble, bring J. E. Garvin lots of new members to his American Le gion .... Please, Santa, bring Jim Herndon and the Town Fathers * new road somewhere . I wish Santa that you would bring Ed' Campbell all the back tax money, Ed is a good.fellow and he will appre ciate this ... Bring Aubrey Maun ey some (orders for) well spun yarn ...And bring the many subscribers of the Herald and the other few peo ple of Kings Mountain a very, very* Merry Christmas .... Now, . Santa. I have tried to be a good little edi-" tor this year so please do thesel things for me. wreck, his head between his knees. They didn’t dare try to unbean him till they reached the hospital. He was still alive and conscious. He had proved that by stealing the police' man’s gun and trying to shoot him self. The spine was snapped clean, bent at an acute angle, and the bare end protuded from a rent in the skin like the stump of a horrible, bony tail. Thanks to the doctors than man is still alive_ He has been operated on 25 times. He is alawys in acute pain and paralyzed from the waii.9 | down. Too horrible, too nauseating for print? Perhaps it is—but its the truth. And it dooesn’t describe an i solated example. Thousands of peo pie have emerged from automobille accidents to become helph'ss, pain ridden cripples all their lives. They live on to remind us of thee awful price we pay for speed, for reck lessness. for incompetence at the wheel. Yet their agonies will no* be entirely in vain if they teach the lessons that will save us fro m be* coming members of that tragic le gion who would be “Better Off Dead AAA WILL PROTECT CONTRACT SIGNERS The AAA plans to base its 1936 cotton adjustment payments on a rate considerably higher than five cents a pound, according to J. F. Cris well of State College. The new cotton contracts stipu late that tne minimum payments will be five cens a pound on the aver age production o" the land with drawn from cotton cultivation. The exact amount of the adjust merit payments next year will be de termined by the price of cotton and amount of money available, Criswell said, but it is safe to say the pay ments will be well above the mini mum. The AAA plans to protect the con tract signers in case the price goes down next vear, Criswell said, and for this reason provision is being made to increase the adjustment payments. If the Bankhead act is not contin ued next year, he explained, growers not under contract may expand their production enough to cut the price down to a low level, possibly six or seven cents a pound. Growers with contracts will re ceive adjustment payments in addi tion to the income from the sale of ►> t Year after year its the same old * greeting,but time makes that greeting no less sincere, and so * we again send our message wish ing you a Merry Christmas and Abundant Happiness. Sealy Motor Co. Dodge ♦> ❖ ♦> t ❖ ❖ * J. 14. SEAL.Y' s *J* *J* •$» "** v *♦* '♦* v v v v1 *> *£• *♦« *5* «J* ♦> *>*$**£*♦$♦*$*•*♦ *J» ♦$* *i» *1 -4 *£* *•* '+* * ** *> * * ^ * * * * * * * ■**♦**. i* 'CtJ*. ,»krr< YUL4TID4 CH€€Rl TO ALL > hearts are warm and we can again wish our old friends a Verv Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Elmer Lumber Co. •T.f M m Wft! m WOI sr -*0*0 JT jT *0*0 '*7*0 '*7*0 '*7*0 *7- 0 '*7*0 *0*0 *0*0 *0*0 *0*0 *0L lii* ChrteittVafc' Gy«. i As Christmas comes again, it reawakens the appreciation of pleas ant association—rekindles the warmth of friendships—and may it find and keep you rich in happiness. G. W. King’s Garage G. W. KING, Prop, LET’S LOOK BACK From The Kings Mountain Herald DEC. 23, 1915 Miss Virginia Mauney arrived home from Elizabeth College, Salem Va., Saturday night. Misses Lottie tJoforth, Jerrie Black, Lucille Poston and Freelove Black formed a party of Gastonia visitors Saturday. J. H. Thomson spent Sunday in Blacksburg. Mrs. E. A. Harrill of Hamlet is spending the holidays here with her mother, Mrs. Simonton. Miss Sarah Rainseur is at home from the Normal school at Asheville. their cotton, and will be able to get a fair return for their crop, C'i' s well pointed out. Those without contracts will get only the amount for which they can sell their cotton on the market. If the Bankhead act is discontinu ed, he went on, contract signers will be allowed to sell nil the cotton they can raise on their allotted acre age. A grower may adjust his 1938 r # reage by 30 to 45 per cent of his base acreage, and receive adjust ment payments aeeordinglp. In Costa Ricas New coinage the eciupivnlent of a dollar is a comma. And how to get one, question mark. The famous crack in the Liberty Bell at Philadelphia is now over 100 years old. A bit too young yet, per haps, for the radio. A Real Gift THE HERALD $1.50 A Year 6 Percent Interest For Money on time Cer tificate. (> Months notice prior to withdrawal. 4 Percent 30 days notice prior to withdrwal M and J. FINANCE CORPORATION Assets over $475,000.00 West Warren St. Shelby-N.C< PARTON’S FUNERAL HOME 208 E. King Street Phone Day or Night 68 DIFFICULT STUDY and polite performance is the cause of our high de gree of usetulness; we. know our efforts have found favor with those who have commissioned us. 1 ’-w-v';jy/!.v.WvSTmvWv.'':<" LOMBARD %S M.cMURRAY from the Paramount Picture of the same title*. Jbased on Vina Delmarsistory. SYNOPSIS Regi Allen is a manicurist in the barber shop of the swanky Carlton Hotel in New York. Arriving at work one morning, Regi is sent up to a penthouse to manicure Allen Macklyn, a wealthy young man, who is paralyzed from the waist down as the result of a plane crash. In spite of Macklyn's embittered outlook on lifet they take to each other at once. CHAPTER I NEW YORK was going to work. Ten layers of surging humanity were crowded to the very edge of the subway platform, awaiting the down town express. The train pulled in, Us doors opened with great deliberation and another mass of humanity was belched out onto the platform where it fought to reach the exits. Among the new arrivals were Regi and Nona, two of the million pretty girls who make their living in dowm town Manhattan. After battering their way through the wmrst of the over to her manicure table. “Just like the rest of them.” “Oh no,” Nona was very serious an adjoining table. "Today’s a lucky an adjojining table. "Today’s a lucky day. My numerology book says so. It says all the auguries” (She pro nounced it aujeries) “are good. It’s the fifth day and the fifth month . . . and five and five are ten. . . “Well, lucky or not.” interrupted Laura, the blondined cashier of the shop. “Fifteen-O-two’s been phoning for a manicure since 8:30.” “Regi! You go up.” Nona was thrilled. “Fifteen-O-two’s a terribly lucky number for you. One and five’s six, and six and two’s eight, and . ..” “Yeah. And maybe here’s that ten million dollars you’ve been dream ing about,” said Laura. “Fifteen is up where the rich live.” “The way I feel today, I’d settle for a million,” answered Regi grim ly as she gathered up her tools. “This has been very pleasant,” smiled Macklyn. "You'll come again?” rush-hour jam, they stopped to sur vey themselves in the mirrors of neighboring gum machines. Regi had been fresh and immacu late half an hour before. Now her hat was bent and awry: her patent leather purse had its sirup torn; her pretty starched bow drooped; her shoes were smeared; and wisps of golden hair straggled around her piquant face. “It was such a nice hat,” commis erated Nona, a plump little dark eyed girl who was equally bedrag gled. "It made you look ten years younger.” “Do you suppose they’ll wear ’em this way next year,” sighed Regi, straightening her dress. “Why didn't you marry that hard ware clerk, Regi?" asked her friend. “He had such a nice car.” “The car was all he had . . . and. its color didn't match my dress,” answered Regi as she finished her repair work and started for the street The girls hurried down Park Ave nue and finally turned in at the palatial barber shop of the Carleton Hotel. “Well, another day,” said Regi as she removed her ruined hat and went “This way, please,” said the staid and correct butler who answered her ring at Fifteen-O-two. “Mr. Macklyn is waiting.” Regi paused inside the living room door and her eyes fell expectantly on the back of a man seated in a wheel chair. “The new manicurist is here, Mr. Macklyn,” announced the butler. “Who? Tell her I don’t want a manicurist” was the irritable reply. “How about a manicure then?" asked Regi pleasantly. At this unexpected reply, the man turned his wheel chair and faced her. As with most invalids. It was diffi cult to tell Allen Macklyn’s age. He might have been thirty or forty-five. Allen had so schooled himself that his face was always calm and his manner always quiet. His philosophy had become his compensation. Even to those who knew him well, he did not show the fierce rebellion at his fate that filled his soul. He was courteous, wise and worldly ... not at all the sunshiny shut-in . . . but the cynically amused, slightly bored spectator of the drama of life. At Bight of the invalid the expec tancy had died in Regi's eyee, and the band that involuntarily had reached te straighten her hair, fell to her side. Compassion flood*! oer face, and a smothered, sympathetic “Oh” came to her lips. “Now that you mention it,” A"en said with the slightest possible em phasis on the “you,” “a manicure is the very thing I need. I haven’t had one since yesterday.” “Do you have one every day?” she asked as she spread out her bundle. “Some people play golf to pass the time; some go in for tap dancing.”' His tone was light. “Some destroy clay pigeons. I have manicures.” After Peter, the butler, had brought a table and a basin of hot water, Rcgi pulled a chair close to Allen and started work on his hands. “I’m afraid I Bounded rather dis agreeable when Peter announced you,” her client said. “You s^^lie manicurist I've been havin^^^Bfct married. And I'm still a rassed about meetina^^^PJRple. I'm afraid W\ey']j^0ffny iov me.” “What?" exclaimed Rcgi as she made a little gesture around the lovely room, “When you have all this. You just try getting up at seven every morning. Then jammed in the subway. Then poking at people’s hands all day. Then jammed back in the subway at night. Uh, uh, mister, I don’t feel sorry for you.” She shook her head firmly. “And you don’t have to pretend. ...” “To be rich?" he asked softly.. "You think about money a lot, don’t you ... Miss .. .” “Allen, Regi ^llen,” she intro duced herself, then continued: “You’ve got money. You don’t have to think about it.” “Yes,” he answered slowly. “The thing we haven’t got is always the most important thing. It may be money, it may be flying (I used to be an aviator before . . . this . . . happened.) Or it may be ... love.’’ “Oh . . . love!” Her voice was scornful. “I don't want anything to do with it. “Ah, Regl. Money isn’t a good enough aim for you. I wish I could show you how valueless it is.” “You can’t. When I first remem ber my mother she was lovely , . . pretty and gay and sweet. I saw her count pennies and cook and wash and struggle. Ten years of that and she was old and ugly. I heard her nagging my father until he hated to come home. So he stayed away. You couldn’t blame anything . . . except poverty. That's why I’m afraid ot . . . well, love. That’s what It can get you into. Now maybe you under stand hotter.” “I think I do.” “Gosh! ” She snapped out of It and laughed apologetically. “I didn’t mean to let down my back hair Quite so far, especially to a new cus tomer. That’s what you get for en couraging me.” She had finished with both hands by this time, so she rose and started paeklng her things’. “This has been very pleasant,” smiled the cripple. “You’ll come again?” “You’re sure you can stand me? Confessions and all?” "Confessions and all,” smiled Macklyn as he rang for the butler. “Thank you, Miss,” said Peter, as he opened the hall door. “It’s a long time since I’ve heard Mr. Macklyn talk so cheerful." He slipped a ten dollar bill into her hand. be continued
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