The Jackson progress-argus. (Jackson, Ga.) 1915-current, January 16, 1975, Image 4

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Newspaper Page Textjlarkstm 'Progress-^trgus J. D. JONES PUBLISHER (1908-1955) DOYLE JONES JR. Editor and Publisher Published every Thursday at 129 South Mulberry Street, Jackson, Georgia 30233 by The Progress-Argus Printing Cos., Inc. Second Class Postage paid at Jackson, Georgia 30233. Address notice of undeliverable copies and other correspondence to The Jackson Progress-Argus, P. 0. Box 249, Jackson, Georgia 30233. TELEPHONE 775-3107 NATIONAL NEWSPAPER ASSOCIATION rmnt*4 in' OFFICIAL ORGAN r,pm, g NNASUSTAimNG BUTTS COUNTY AND CITY OF JACKSON Advance Subscription Rates, Tax Included: One Year $6.18 School Year $5.15 Six Months $3.87 Single Copy 15c It’s This Way By Doyle Jones Jr. Jest of the Week: You’re getting along in years if you can remember when you could tell the boys from the girls even with their on. xxxxxxxxxx The worst thing about retirement is to have to drink coffee on your own time. XXXXXXXXXX There are two times when a man is baffled by women. Before marriage and after marriage. XXXXXXXXXX THE GREAT TRAIN CHASE It was 2:20 a.m. the morning of Sunday, December 22nd. I was sound asleep but only shortly so, having returned from a Christmas party at the Macon Elks Club about 12:45. The harsh jangling of the phone awakened me at the first ring. I hopped out of bed, turned on the light and looked at the clock. By this time Martha was also awake. I picked up the receiver and was almost surprised to hear the voice of Margaret Sherrell on the other end. “Doyle,” she said, “John asked me to call and tell you there’s been a head-on train collision near Juliette. They asked us to send everything we’ve got and they report several injuries. I wish I could tell you more,” and with that she hung up. I informed Martha of the call, turned off the lights and got back in bed. My mind was in a turmoil, torn between doing my duty as a newspaperman or returning to the land of Nod for the sleep and rest I so desperately needed. My nose for news won out and in about two minutes or less I was on the phone, calling Jerry McLaurin of The Progress-Argus staff, photographer, cartoonist and good friend. You can imagine my surprise' when Jerry answered on the first ring, obviously by his alert voice that he had not been in bed. I told him that I’d be over in about eight minutes after he said he’d like to go. I dressed hurriedly and warmly, grabbed two spotlights and hurried across town to pick up Jerry. You can imagine our surprise when we drove through Jackson and down 42 to 87 to observe many lights were on in homes and how many people must have been up. Jerry and Gail had also been partying and were still up doing some last minute Christmas chores. We hurried down 87 to the Juliette intersection, turned left and drove the short distance to the rail tracks which were blockaded by a freight. We noticed several state patrolmen, several officers, an ambulance from Sherrell Ambulance Service and a Butts County Civil Defense Rescue Unit truck. A brief query of “how far” brought the equally short answer of about 50 cars up the tracks in the direction of Berner. Jerry had on his Navy peacoat and I had a trench coat which we both pulled more closely about as protection from the 34 degree cold. We each took a light and proceeded up the tracks, walking on the cross ties for better footing and easier walking. We’d gone about half way when we noticed two bobbing lights approaching from the direction in which we were walking. As we came abreast of the lights and as the blurred forms came closer we recognized John Chiappetta, Director of the CD Rescue Squad; James C. Shaw, a member of the group; and Virgil Pace. I’m quite sure that Jerry and I were the least likely 2 persons they expected to see and they reminded me that we were crazy as bedbugs. Their language was more earthy, but in a family paper the censored version will have to suffice. We acknowledged that fact and went on the some 21 cars to the scene of the collision. When we reached the site where the two engines collided, two trainmen at the scene told us that they had slowed to speeds of about ten miles per hour when they crashed and that several crewmen were injured when they jumped. Several cars on each train were derailed. Jerrj took some real good shots of the engines and of the derailed cars which were used in The Progress-Argus of January 2nd. We had to clamber over some*of the overturned cars and when we got home, both Jerry and I discovered some healthy grease stains on our slacks. When we arrived back at the crossing where we’d parked, there were even more folks around and sorpeone had started a fire to warm against the chilly weather. We arrived home shortly before four o’clock. I recall looking at the clock immediately before turning out the light and it was exactly four. A bonus on the trip down and back was the beautiful Christmas music on the car radio. It was a beautiful night, clear and cold, with the sky aflame with stars. And I can tell you here and now there’s nothing more invigorating than a 3:30 a.m. walk along the rail tracks at mL ' * KJR THE JACKSON PROGRESS-ARGUS. JACKSON, GEORGIA ‘Whatsoever Things' By Donald E. Wildmon THE BABY IN THE GARBAGE CAN I picked up the newspaper the other day and there it was on the front page! The headlines blared out in bold black print: “Jogger Saves Baby Tossed Into Garbage”. It seems that Tylor Thomas of Memphis was jogging late at night when he heard a small whimper coming from the direction of a garbage can. “At first I thought it was a dog,” Thomas was quoted as saying. When he investigated, he found the wet and cold white baby boy. Police said the little boy, only two-days-old, was tossed into the garbage can to die. The baby was taken to City Hospital where he was reported in good condition. Of course the incident was newsworthy enough to gain the front page. It was such an unusual thing, finding a baby in a garbage can. The very thought of leaving a two-day-old child, or any child, in a garbage can is totally repulsive to the overwhelming majority of us. Children are to be loved, not abandoned. For most of us, there is nothing more precious than a little baby. I doubt that many of us are aware that it hasn’t always been this way. Time was when many children, especially baby girls, were abandoned. In ancient Rome if a child was not wanted, and quite often they were not, they threw them in the sewer. If an unwanted child was lucky, he was simply left on the streets and rescued by a slave trader who raised the child a few years before selling him into slavery. No one thought anything about treating little babies like they did back two thousand years ago. No one felt it immoral to abandon an unwanted baby. Why, people had done it for centuries. An unwanted baby was no more important than an unwanted dog. How did the practice change? Where did it happen that children became important? It happened one day in Galilee. A Carpenter watched a little child get shoved backward while trying to get near the Carpenter. But the Carpenter rebuked the shoving of little children, took the child and placed the child on His lap. And from that moment on children have been important. In Rome some followers of that Carpenter remembered how He loved little children, so they began taking the abandoned babies home with them. Before long unwanted babies in Rome were no longer being abandoned, but were left on the doorsteps of people who had begun to call themselves Christians. How much this Galilean Carpenter has influenced our society. Even those who spurn His Church and ridicule His followers are not wholly exempt from His influence. Every child born in this big, wide world we live in today is a little safer because of the Fisherman from Galilee. Turn your back on Him. Ignore Him. Make fun of Him. Do whatever you wish with this Jesus. But remember that there is a world full of little babies who are grateful for His coming. FIVE STAR. F^Jiranfa By Mrs. Cindy Brown DON’T STEP ON MY ELEPHANT “Momma, don’t step on my elephant he’s sitting in the middle of the floor. His name is George and I love him.” Great heavenly days another imaginary thing in the house. I survived Rastus the imaginary rooster, who lived in the bathtub; I ate supper for 3 months with Pee Wee, the unseen snake, lying beside me and finally disposed of Mike, the elusive giraffe, by convincing son number two that the long necked critter would be much happier back home in Africa. So what do I have now but a huge, peanut guzzling, imaginary elephant. I walk carefully into the room, taking great care to avoid the center of the floor. “Mama! Mama! You hurt him, you stepped on his trunk!” Two huge real eyes well up with tears. I’ve done it now, I think. I hug my middle son’s neck and then rush to the bathroom to get a band-aid, figuring most intelligently that when child realizes he can’t bandage an unseen accident victim, he’ll come to his senses. I return to the room, Juliette hard-by the Ocmulgee with the temperature at a tooth-chattering 34 degrees. This was in no wise a wild goose chase and let me say that like most other newsmen I’ve been on my share. I appreciate John and Margaret Sherrell’s thoughtfulness in notifying me of the train accident. I am truly thankful it was no worse because if the trains had collided at faster speeds there could have been many crewmen killed as there were three engines to each train. Head-on train collisions are a rarity in these days of electronic mechanization and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. If Jerry hadn’t accompanied me I’d have probably gone by myself. One of my wildest chases occurred several years ago when I had a report that a train had struck a car in Luella, but I’ll save that for another occasion. standing in the doorway not wishing to risk another misfortune and toss Bart the Bandaid. “0.K., son,” I venture, “now put the band-aid on George.” “Got to have some ‘curo chrome”,” he says, “you hurted him bad, Mama.” I get the mercurochrome. “Is that all you’ll need now?” “Yes, Ma’am,” he says. “Now you go ’way while I fix him.” Wandering through the living room, I wonder how my highly imaginative son will dispose of my medicinal wares. Perhaps he’ll stow them away in his sock drawer, or maybe he’ll doctor himself instead of George. Frankly, by this time, I’m getting a little worried: as big as George Elephant is, I can just envision my medicine cabi net depleting away. When suppertime arrives, I call the child physician. “Is George feeling better now?” I query. “Oh, yes ma’am. I just patted him and loved him and he’s all better.” “Well,” I boldly ask, “was the band-aid big enough or will you be needing another one?” THURSDAY, JANUARY 16, 1975 Timely Tips For Farm And Home Owners 0 Batts County Extension Agont POINSETTIA CARE If Santa left a poinsettia under your Christmas tree, give it a little tender loving care and it will retain its beauty for months. “The poinsettia’s biggest problem is losing its leaves.” Too little sunlight may be the reason for the plant’s distress. Move the poinsettia close to a window, but make sure the leaves don’t touch the panes. If you’re using the plant as a centerpiece, alternate it between the table and the window to insure adequate light Lack of humidity could be the problem. Place the poinsettia next to other plants or try misting the foliage lightly. If that doesn’t do the trick, set the plant in a container of pebbles. Add water to just below the top of the rocks. Keep the poinsettia away from heating vents and drafts. The stream of air will make the leaves dry out and eventually drop off. VEGETABLE GARDEN IN KITCHEN Although it’s the dead of winter, you can defy the weather and grow a minia ture vegetable garden right in your kitchen. “Sprouted seeds provide nutrients and lend a gourmet touch to the meal.” “You can grow them without any fancy equipment and they’ll be ready to harvest in less than a week.” Some seeds are harder to sprout than others. Among the easiest and most appeti zing are lentils, radishes, mung beans, rye, wheat, mustard, alfalfa and fenu greek. Use leftover garden _>eeds or buy a packet at seed stores, garden suppliers or specialty food shops. Most sprouts are ready to eat when two fully opened leaves have formed. Wheat and rye sprouts reach this stage in two days, but alfalfa and radishes may take five days. Imagaination is the only limit in cooking with sprouts, so why not experiment with different sprouts in different dishes. “Oh, Mama,” child laughs, “George didn’t need a band-aid after all. Mike Giraffe came back from Africa and broke his own neck crawling through my window. So I gave him the band-aid and sent George to the zoo.” Now wouldn’t you just know it? I slipped into the bathroom and found band-aid and ointment hidden away in the laundry basket. Guess Mike Giraffe got to feeling better and didn’t need them after all. I am just returning them to their rightful place when husband Bennie walks in and wonders what I’m doing retrieving band-aid and bottle from the clothes hamper. Too defeated to tell all, I look him in the eye and explain. “Well, Hilda, our child psychologist who sleeps in the closet, broke her brain while helping me today. She hid the stuff in here so I wouldn’t find out about her injury.” Bennie grins his “Why did I bother to ask” grin and saunters out. Hope he doesn’t step on Mike. Henderson Opens Season The “Big Blue” of Hender son Junior High School will open up this basketball season with the Fayette County Tigers on January 16th at 4:30 p.m. at the Henderson Junior High School gym. Admission for all home games will be 50 cents for students and SI.OO for adults. All tickets will be sold at the gate. Head Coach Ken Brumley states, “The team is respond ing real well and should be in fine shape for the opening game with Fayette County.” Coaches and players for the boys and girls are as follows: Boys: Coach Ken Brumley .and Coach Bill Nelson, Jr.; Terry Smith, Lawrence Biles, Wally Cawthon, Barry Brooks, Arthur Pye, Charlie Roberts, Doug Bristol, Paul Price, David Bond, Tim Kersey, Charles McDaniel. Girls: Coach Grover Mcln tyre; Carolyn Strickland, Chris Stewart, Beverly Sims, Tina Thurman, Flora Willis, Felicia Barlow, Durae Fen ner, Kim Hobbs, Carmen Wards, Renita Cleveland, Debra Akins, Jacqueline Andrews, Kay Mackey, La tangia Barlow. HENDERSON JUNIOR HIGH BASKETBALL SCHEDULE Jan. 16, Fayette Cos., Home Jan. 20, Pike Cos., Away Jan. 22, Henry Cos., Away Jan. 27, Pike Cos., Home Jan. 31, Stockbridge, Away Feb. 3, Upson Cos., Away Feb. 6, Fayette Cos., Away Feb. 11, Henry Cos., Home Feb. 13, Upson Cos., Home Feb. 18, Stockbridge, Home All times are 4:30. Feb. 25 & 27, Sub-Region Tournament, Henry Cos., 3:30 March 3 & 7, Region Tournament, To Be An nounced. Of the above games, Fayette, Henry, Stockbridge are sub-region games. The boys coaches are Coach Brumley and Coach Nelson. The girls coach is Coach Mclntyre. Managers for the boys are Jerome Myricks and Clifford Brown, while manager for the girls is Derek Hightower. PERSONAL The James L. Robertson family went to North Augusta, S.C. last weekend to visit Mrs. Jennie Mae Roberson. Mr. Roberson joined them after a business trip to Key West, Fla. Guests last Saturday of Mr. and Mrs. J. F. Johnson were Mr. and Mrs. C. T. Maddox of Conyers. Dr. and Mrs. F. M. Holston, Joe, and Jane were dinner guests last Sunday of Mrs. F. A. Holston. Dr. and Mrs. Holston of Clarkston came to Jackson to attend the funeral of Mrs. Howell Sunday. Mrs. F. A. Holston spent Thursday night and Friday wilh Mr. and Mrs. M. D. Post in Macon. Report From Indian Springs By Mrs. Robert W. Grier, Sr. Mrs. Dan Hoard spent last Thursday in Macon visiting with her sister, Mrs. W. T. Roach, and with Mrs. B. T. McMichael in Macon Hospi tal. Mrs. Hoard states that she is still feeling the effects of her recent attack of the flu. Mrs. B. T. McMichael left Macon Hospital on Sunday and will be with her daughter, Mrs. Buster Duke, Mr. Duke and family. We are happy to report on her improvement. Mr. and Mrs. Asa Maddox are still at home recovering from the flu. Mrs. C. C. Clifton is confined to her home with the Bug. Mr. Clifton is still home recovering from his recent attack of pleurisy for which PERSONAL Mr. and Mrs. Sam A. Smith spent Saturday in LaGrange visiting his aunts, Mrs. Ethel Herrin and Mrs. Bea Foun tain. Mrs. W. C. Dailey attended the funeral of Miss Lucile Rowan last Wednesday, January 8, in McDonough at NOW OPEN FOR BUSINESS DEPENDABLE HEATING & AIR CONDITIONING Appliance Service, Electrical and Plumbing Work Operated by David Lee Smith & Thomas Ronald Duke Highway 36 Jackson Lake Day Phone: 775-7406 Night 775-2611 Henry Block has 17 reasons why you should come to us for income tax help. Reason 16. We’ll try to do everything we can to save you money. After all, we want your business again next year. CKMXi BLOCK THE INCOME TAX PEOPLE 113 N. OAK ST. !) AM-7 PM Weekdays, !>-5 Sat. Phone 775-374!! OPEN TODAY - No Appointment NeceuJry he was hospitalized for some time. This reporter and Mr. Grier had dinner on Saturday evening with their son and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Robert W. Grier, Jr., in Griffin. This reporter’s anc Mr. Grier’s home at 150 Covington Street is undergoing some renova tion and should be ready for occupancy by Spring. Our sympathy is extended to Mr. C. C. Williams in the recent death of his brother. Everyone in Indian Springs is mourning the death of Mrs. O. B. Howell, the mother of Dc. James C. Howell. News is slim this week due to so many of our residents being confined with the flu. Mt. Carmel United Methodist Church. Mr. and Mrs. Millard Daniel and Mr. and Mrs. George Martin will attend the annual meeting of the Georgia Dairymen’s Asso ciation at the Atlanta Internationale Hotel tonight.