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SRIDAY, JULY 13, 1951.
Coming
Fvents
rhe Coming Events Column
is designed to supply the pub
tic with facts concerning or
u;nlulional and other meet
ings, times, places and events
only. Contributors to this
column are requested to limit
their coming events to these
facts to insure the brevity and
clarity of the various items
in the column,
PUBLIC LIBRARY
jean Flanigen water color dis
play daily.
Confederate mementos, ar
ranged by Laura Rutherford
Chapter, U. D. C. on exhibition.
Children’s Story Hour each
gaturday in children’s room
from 10 until 112 m.
Library story time over
WGAU each Friday, 5 p. m.
Opening hours: Monday
through Friday 9 a. m. to 9 p.
m. Saturday 9 a. m. to 6 p. m.
Sundays 3 p. m. to 6 p. m.
s
pemonstration Sehool Can
nery will be open each Tuesday
and Friday until further notice.
Hours are 8:30 a. m. to 2:30 p.
m. Products will be accepted for
processing.
WCTU HOUR
Over WRFC the following will
be heard on the Woman’s Chris
tian Temperance Union Hour
each Monday morning 10:45 te
11:00 through July: ,
July 16, Rev. W. S. Pruitt.
July 23, Mrs. Rosena Hubert.
July 30, Rev. C. H. Ellison.
Over WGAU the following will
be heard on the Woman’s Chris
tian Temperance Union Hour
each Tuesday afternoon 5 to 5:15
during the month of July:
July 10, Rev. H. E. Wright.. ...
July 17, Mrs. H. A. Haygood.
July 24, Mr. C- A. Rowland.
July 31, Baptist Student Union.
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All friends and relatives are
cordially invited to attend the
Cartledge - McDonald reunion
July 22 (fourth Sunday) to be
held at the home of Mr. and
Mrs. Robbie Cartledge, three
miles east of Lexington, Geor
gia. Bring basket dinners.
A revival meeting will begin
at the Bishop Christian Church
Sunday, July 22, (Fourth Sun
day) with the pastor, Rev. W.
G. Smedley, doing the preach
ing. Mr. and Mrs. Spinks, of
Athens, are to be in charge of
the music. This is the annual
Home-coming Day and a basket
dinner will be served at the
noon hour. All are cordially in
vited to attend.
The congregation of the First
Methodist Church will honor
their new pastor and his wife,
Dr. and Mrs. Dow Kirkpatrick,
at a reception to be held in the
church-school rooms, Sunday,
E July 15, from 4to6p. m.
[ The Daily Vacation Bible
School of the Winterville Meth
odist Church will hegin on Mon
day, July 16th, at 9 o’clock, and
will continue daily through Fri
day; July 20th.
The Joy Class of the Prince
Avenue Church will hold their
regular class meeting at the
home of Mrs. Harry Smith 176
North Milledge Avenue, 8
| o'clock Wednesday night, July
12. All members are urged. to be
! present and visitors are wel
| comed.
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| Oconee Heights W. M. U. will
. hold its monthly meeting Mon
day, July 16, 8 p. m. at the
} church. All members are urged
| to attend.
[ . .
| The Whatsoever Bible Class of
| e Central Presbyterian Church
\ vill meet Friday afternoon, at
| 5:30, with Mrs. John Evans, 794
| Prince ave, All members are
| urged to attend.
The National Vocational
Guidance Association will hold
@ picnic meeting at Charlie
. Williams Camp Tuesday, July
17, at 6:30. (Transportation
~ leaving from Peabody Hall at
‘hat time.) Reservation may be
made with Charles Hudgins,
phone 4600, Ext. 216, or Mrs.
Laura Marbut on Coordinate
campus. Anyone interested is
cordially invited to attend.
Oglethorpe County and Laura
Rutherford chapters of UDC will
meet for a picnic in Memorial
Park Tuesday, July 17, at 5 p.
m. Bring a lunch, drirks will be
Supplied by the local chapter.
Tuckston W. S. G. .
Meets With Mrs.
Horace Hancock
~ The Wesleyan Service Guild of
s Tuckston Church met at the
some of Mrs. Horace Hancock
luesday, July 10, at 8 p. m.
M‘l fle meeting was opened by the
SToup singing “Jesus Calls Us,”
dller which the devotional was
siven by Mrs. Derrell Hancock,
10 used as her subject “Come
~lto Me,” with Scripture from
Malthew 11:28. She closed with
raver and the group sang “Into
'y Heart” softly.
e program was then turned
o to Mrs. Horace Hancock, who
csented the program in a very
. cresting manner, assisted by the
‘owing ladies: Mrs. Jack Daniel,
', Jinr Langford and Miss Mar-
Hancock, This part of the pro-
G was closed with the song,
"'j_UKeeps Me Singing,” and a
It was announced that the next
jeeling would be held at the
~'me of Mrs. Lawrence Prickett.
~ /Ting the social hour a most in
.. ng penny contest was held,
@4lt was enjoyed by the group
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shot from a rain-swollen creek during the Illinois Women's State Golf tourney at Decatur.
very much.
A delicious sandwich plate with
punch was served by the hostess.
Mrs. Harold Cagle and Misses
Hilda and Agnes Hancock were
welcomed as visitors at the meet
ing. .
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Miss Jeanne Cheek
Brasington Marry
Miss Jeanne Cheek, daughter of
Mrs, Cleo Cheek, 260 Water street,
Athens, was married to Private
Clarence Brasington, son of Mr.
and Mrs. R. W. Brasington, Mont~
gomery, Ala., at The Salvation
Arnry Citadel, 454 College avenue,
July 12th, at 3 p. m,, by Major
George A. Nicholl, commanding
officer,
The attendants were Mrs. Major
George Nicholl, matron of honor;
‘Corporal Layton Doster, best man,
and the flag bearers were Frank
‘Moss and David Nicholl.
' The bride wore a dress of blue
organdy, with white accessories
‘and a corsage of white rosebuds
‘and lily of the valley. The groom
was in military uniform, as was
the best man.
Just the immediate family and
a few friends attended. A bridal
cake on a table covered with a
lace cloth was in the recreation
room. The bride cut the cake.
Out-of-town guests for the wed
ding included Mr. and Mrs. R. W.
Brasington of Montgomery, Ala.,
parents of the groonr; Mr. Robert
Brasington, Montgomery, Ala.,
‘brother of the groom.
~ After a short honeymoon to
Montgomery and points of interest
in that vicinity, plans for their
future will be made.
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Mrs. Wingfi
rs. Wingfield,
Miss Askew Fefed
Honoring Mrs. Terrell Wingfield,
recent bride, and Miss Julia Ellen
Askew, bride-elect, Mrs. H. B.
‘Ritchie entertained twenty friends
of the honorees at a country club
luncheon July 12th.
' The main dining table was beau
tifully laid for the delicious meal
with an imported, hand-embroi
dered linen and lace tablecloth.
The center-piece, which doubled
effectively as a conversation piece,
consisted of a miniature wedding
scene, complete with pipe organ,
tiny choirboys, minister, brides
maids, maid-of-honor, bride and
groom.
The arrangement was surround
ed by white ribbons, tied to dimi
nutive urns at the four corners,
and the two side tables were cen
tered with small bridal bouquets
which were presented to the honor
guests at the close of the party,
along with appropriate gifts.
During the dessert.course, the
little candles which formed the
pipes of the ingenious pipe organ
were lit, enhancing the attractive
scene and reflecting the charming
atmosphere of the occasion.
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Athenian’s Sister
Dies In Atlanta
Athens friends of Mrs. Gladys
Davison are sympathizing with her
in the death of her sister, Mrs.
P. L. Johnston, of Atlanta, on
Tuesday at a private hospital in
Atlanta, She was the wife of
P. L. Johnston, an advertising
agent.
Well known in literary contest
circles, Mrs. Johnston had been a
columnist for a national contest
magazine for the past 15 years.
She was a member of the All-
American Contest Team for one
year.
Born in Leominster, England,
Mrs. Johnston was the daughter
of the Rev. S. J. Baker, who came
to this country in 1903. The fami- |
ly moved to Macon in 19i2 and
Mrs. Johnston met her husband
while he was educational director
for the First Baptist Church there.
At the time of her death Mrs.
Johnston was a member of thel‘
T. E. L. class at Druid Hills Bap
tist Church. ‘
Surviving Mrs. Johnston, other‘
than Mrs. Davison, are her hus
band, P. L. Johnston, Atlanta; four |
sons, Robert, Atlanta, David, |
Berkeley, California; Rev. Edwin |
D., Macon, and Stephen, Eaugahe,i
Florida; two other sisters, Mrs.
George T. Powell, Macon, and |
Mrs. George Goodfellow, Detroit; |
and one brother, Wilfred Baker, |
Detroit. }
Funeral services were held in'
Atlanta Thursday morning at 11|
oclock, Rev, Louie D. Newton of—l
ficiating. Interment was in Crest- |
lawn Cemetery. |
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MID-SUMMER YULETIDE: Standing at a specially-designed
table, these youngsters at Vanderbilt Clini¢ in New York make
use of some of the millions of Christmas cards sent to United
Cerebral Palsy for use in therapy training fer the young patients.
68 MILLION FLOOD POST OFFICE, ARE BIG HELP
TO CEREBRAL PALSY VICTIMS
By JAMES W. HART
NEA Staff Correspondent
NEW YORK —(NEA)— Some
times New York's postmaster is
inclined to look on Christmas
cards with a somewhat jaundiced
eye—especially Christmas cards in
July.
- Right now, in mid-summer, he
has to keep a full holiday-sized
staff in the Radio City post office
to handle the flood of cards which
began last January apd now has
passed the 68 million mark.
The flood was started when Ma
rie Killilea, founder of United
Cerebral Palsy, ran a little four
line ad in a New York newspaper
asking people to sened old Christ
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mas cards to help rehabilitate
children stricken with the dread
afili.ction.
Within a few days, office wdrk
ers in Radio City weye forced to
walk in the street when they went
to lunch. The sidewalks around
the building where United Ceére
bal Palsy has its offices were
stacked high with mail bags.
Cars were coming in from all
over the country, and there were
letters promising more.
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“The cards are wonderful for
children,” explains Mrs. Killilea,
a pretty, young mother whose own
daughter suffers from cerebral
palsy. .
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i Togtead of having them strug
e with bl&ék}:a'afid other iétl'z:f
lished gimmicks used for therapy,
we let them play with colorful, in
teresting bits of paper. '
“The children make . lamp
shades, screens and toys. One girl
papered the walls of an entire
room with scenes of the Madonna
and Child.
“We've taught youngsters to tie
their shoes, read and play just by
using cards. It's amazing the good
that can be done with what would
have been thrown away, anyhow.”
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The four-line ad was picked up
by other newspapers and run as
a news story. One woman deliv
ering a large package to the
drive’s main office, couldn’t speak
English. It seems she read about
the campaign in her home town
newspaper-sent to her from Ger
many.
“J. Edgar Hoover, Generals
Marshall and Eisenhower and sev
eral foreign embassies contribut
ed,” reports Mrs, Killilea.
“The late Serge Koussevitsky
and Perry Como showed up, each
with an armload. Norma Talmadge
sent her maid in. The Pennsyl
vania recruiting district of the Air
Force collected five tons.
“Boy Scouts and the Salvation
Army pitched in. So did many
civic groups and schools. We were
deluged. :
“And the processing job! Every
one who sent even one card re
ceived an acknowledgement.”
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Part of the processing included
separating cards from other things
people sent in. One woman sent
a lace nightgown by mistake, and
it turned out that her mother re
ceived a package of slightly used
Christmas cards as a birthday gift.
“We got 400 pounds of candy,
110, pounds of bath salts, three bi
cy(les and 100 pounds of talcum
powder, and more,” says Mrs. Kil
lilea.
“Just the other day, we re
ceived a long distance call from a
man who said he couldn’t find any
more Christmas cards in town—
did we want any old Easter eggs?”
PERSONALS
Mr. and Mrs. Percy Johnson
have had as guests this week their
sons, Mr. Percy Johnson, jr., and
Mr. George Johnson and Mrs.‘
Johnson of Atlanta, and their
niece, Mrs. Lou Givens of Atlanta,
the latter coming over to accom
pany Mrs. Johnson’s sisters, Mrs.
Elsie Johnson of Atlanta and Mrs.
E. A. Bailey of Atlanta, upon their
return after a few days visit here
as other guests of the Johnsons.
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Misses Mildred Dearing, Mar
garet Foster, and Mary Ruff are
enjoying a trip to Nassau, Bahama
Islands.
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~ Mrs. Percy Johnson spent last
}week in Atlanta with her sisters,
Mrs. Elsie Johnson on Oakdale
| Road, Mrs. E. A. Bailey of La
’Grange, and Mrs. J. S. Bailey of
New Orleans, La., who meet once
a year in delightful reunion.
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l\gs. W. F. McLendon and Mrs.
J. C. Bell have returned from a
tour of the New England states.
Mrs. McLendon and Miss Betty
McLendon left today for Daytona
Beach, Fla. to join friends from
Albany at a houseparty.
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Miss Jimmie C. Nornian, of El
berton, is spending this week with
Miss Becky Haygood, on South
Lumpkin.
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Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Webster
and Mrs. Frank Molder have re
turned from Franklin, N. C.
.
Mrs. W. O. Bolton and Miss Em
mie Bolton have returned to Ath
ens after spending a few days with
Mr. Sam Boykin and family and
Mrs. Lou Boykin and family in
Cleveland, Tenn.
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‘" THE STORY: Upon learning
that Carl Metzker was a Com
munist courier, I had to flee for
my life. I took the identity of
Caroline Leigh, whom Carl killed,
and convinced her dead husband’s
lawyer, Bart Jonathan, that I was
her. But Carl followed me, I elud
ed him, ran to a railway station
where I called Bart, who told me
to stay at the station and “be sen
sible.” But I had to see Bart, con
vince him of the reason for my
masquerade. So 1 got a train
yardman to take me to Bart's of
fice. The man took me to Carl
Metzker instead.
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Carl said, “Hello, Mary,” as if
he had run into me quite by acci
dent on Fourth Avenue. I just
stood there, petrified.
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Carl said softly, gesturing with
the gun for me to get back in the
car.
I backed away. I could scream.
I might even run, but Carl had
come too far to turn back. Too far
to let one frightened woman stand
between him and security,
As if reading my mind, Carl
warned, “Don’t try anything,
Mary.” Then, “Come, Van.” The
man I thought was a railroad
yardman ' glided out of the -sha
dows from which Carl had stepped
moments earlier. There was 'a
smug grin on his face.
“She’s taking it right qulet. You
said—"
“Mary’s a smart girl.” Carl took
my arm. The automatic tapped
suggestively at my shortrib, “Too
smart. Get in the car, Mary.”
Filled with knowing that I was
going to die and that obeying
might postpone the inevitable, I
walked ahead of Carl to the car.
“The front seat,” he instructed. I
got in. The man he called Van
slid under the wheel; Carl and his
gun were on my other side.
As the car rolled noiselessly into
Main Street, I looked across Carl
at the building. It wasn’t Police
Station, it was a grocery store,
“You,” I said to Van, “are a
double-crossing rat!”
Carl Metzker chuckled. Van
growled an incoherent something
down in his throat and tramped
hard on the accelerator. The car
almost leaped from under us.
The voice was not my own, for
this voice squeaked. The hands
clutching ray purse could have be
longed to somebody else, too, for
I was holding onto the alligator
bag so tightly that there was no
feeling beyond my wrists. You've
got to hold onto something when
you're going to be murdered.
“you'll never get away with it,
Carl.” It was a last desperate at
tempt. If it could get me a little
more time, maybe until Bart—l
said, “When I disappear too, Carl,
there will be questions. Even in
New York, because Bart Jonathan
knows I came from there.”
Neither man spoke.
I plunged on, “Maybe even the
policeman who laughed when 1
told him about you will start won
dering if, perhaps, I did tell him
the truth. You're in the soup, Carl.
And Van and Frank are with you.”
“How did you know about
Frank?”
“That cow wasn't all Frank
scared. I was there, t 00.”
Carl swore then, under his
breath. It was a sign of strain.
Carl never swore. He always said
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f he was getting out of to
muprder,
“Step it up, Van,” Carl ?.‘»ped,
although Van must have had the
pedal to the floorboard.
so@
- T knew where we were going.
Back to the old Leigh plaoi; to
pick up Frank. This man, Van,
would be the one who had been
in the house with the flashlight,
silhouetting Carl’'s chunky body
in the window as I fled.
I leaned forward, but the gun
that Carl had in my side followed,
so I sat back. Carl made a gloat=
ing little noise.
The shudder shook my whole
bhody, and I couldn’t stop shaking.
- I was going to die! I, Mary Tobias,
who but for a research job that
took me late to the office one day
might be pounding my ear in the
twin bed across from Caroline! I
had killed Caroline I had killed
Caroline! Without my suspicions—
The hysteria was coming back;
grimly, I fought it. If I let go
Nnow-—
The ear took the elbow turn
into the lane on a prayer. Above
us, at the top of its pine-crowned
hill, was the tall old house, dark
now but foreboding even in day
light, where Carl’s man had been
waiting for me to come back.
Carl sat for a minute after the
car stopped. “Quite a hideout,
Mary. Comfy as all get-out,
weren't you?"” :
“Yeah,” Van drawled, “too bad
she can't stay.” ‘
“She'll stay, all right. She likes
it here, don’t you, Mary?” He got
out.
* * *
I didn’t answer him; I couldn't.
My voice was caught somewhere
in the clammy fear that was in
my throat, my chest, in the sweat
that was cold on my upper lip and
the palms of my hands. When Carl
said “Get out, Mary,” 1 just sat.
“I said GET OUT!”
Carl’s fingers bit through my
sleeve as he jerked me out of the
car, sent me sprawling on the cin
dered driveway.
Get up!” Carl was bending over
me, nudging me with the gun.
“There’'s only once to die, Mary,
don’t rush it—"
“She thinks she's got nine lives,
huh, Carl?” Van snorted.
1 was crying silently as we went
toward the house, my hands
pressed hard against my cinder
scratched face as if that could
dull the pain. Then we were on
the back porch. The rusty old lock
turned laboriously in answer to
Carl’s order, and the door opened.
I drew back sharply.
“No!” I gasped. “Oh, no!”
There, like a wraith, stood Car=
oline.
(To Be Continued)