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Saxkstrn Vragtess-^rgus J.D. Jones Publisher (1908 1955) Doyle Jones Jr. * Editor and Publisher (1955-1975) MRS. MARTHA G. JONES PUBLISHER VINCENT JONES EDITOR OFFICIAL ORGAN BUTTS COUNTY AND CITY OF JACKSON Published every Thursday at-129 South Mulberry Street, Jackson, Georgia 30233 by The Progress-Argus Printing.Co., Inc. Second Class Postage paid at Jackson, Georgia 30233. Address notice of undeliverable copies and other correspondence to The Jackson Progress-Argus, P.O. Box 249, Jackson, Georgia 30233. One Year, in Georgia J 6.24 Si\ Months, in Georgia $3.91 Editorials Around Jackson, Georgia, the day dawned cloudy and somewhat cooler, the back of the early heat wave broken temporarily by a chill breeze that carried a premonition of changes other than the weather. The town buzzed with house wives seeking bargains from the sparse offerings of the merchants, exchanging rationing stamps for the critical items, and making cautious inquiries into the where abouts and welfare of their neighbors’ sons in service. Tired from an evening of sporting the night before, the grocery clerk dispensed his wares absent-mindedly, his memory stabbed by the redolent rendition of Glenn Miller’s “Falling Leaves” as dispensed by his favorite juke box while he was lost in the arms of his favorite girl. The anguish of war had not spared the town. Already, the gold stars were dotting too many windows and church doors were open always to grieving, and fearful, parents and friends of those who had gone to war. Teen-age frolics were spoiled by worn out cars with tires worn down to the fabric and so front porches became popular once again with those engaged in affairs of the heart. The Atlanta Crackers were trying to stay in the fight for the Southern Association pennant, with a cast of 4-F’s and teeners too young for such sophisticated play. The town clock tolled each hour and had completed about half of its mission towards the noon hour. Atlanta’s WSB was playing a soothing rendition of “June in January” when the interruption came: “Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt this program to bring you this special message from the Allied Expeditionary Forces. The Allied forces have today crossed the Channel and landed on the coast of France. Fighting is fierce in several locations on the Normandy coast and the issue is still in doubt. Further news on the invasion will be given as soon as it becomes available.” “June in January” indeed. Slaughter in June would have been a more appropriate title. For before the sun was set there would be more Gold Stars in Butts County windows, more fatherless children, more widowed wives. God rest you all, you merry gentlemen, you who died crawling onto the storm-tossed beaches called Omaha and Utah on Normandy’s shores. You who stepped from wildly-careening LCT’s waist deep into the churning surf and into a hornet’s hell of whistling bullets and bursting Advance Subscription Rates, Tax Included: TELEPHONE 775-3107 June 6, 1944 NATIONAL NEWSPAPER asMUTitti BB ME Fmh.il gn NN A SUSTAINING MEMBER-1977 On-' Year. Out-of-State ~.57.28 Months. Out-Of-State ...$4.16 shells. God rest you all, you who will never be kissed again by a favorite girl or who will never again have your memory stabbed by a haunting refrain on a starlit night. God rest us all, those of us who will never again know the clasp of your hand or the benediction of your smile. And have been robbed forever of the genius that might have been yours, to write a perfect poem, to preach a soul-saving sermon, to discover in medicine or science unknown worlds. We say thirty-three years and it seems a long time. Thirty-three years and children born and grown with children of their own. Thirty-three years with empires toppled and presidents resigned and beauty faded and old age making its inroads. Thirty-three years and anew technology evolved too fast for us to absorb it. Thirty-three years and songs written, sung and forgotten, books published, read and not long remembered. But has it been that long? For those of us who somehow lived through it, the memory will never die. Nor should we let it. Every Vietnam draft dodger who received anew lease on life due to a president’s compassion, every punk kid who thinks the world owes him a living and the right to steal and intimidate others, should be made to sit through an all-day session of official Army, Navy and Marine combat films made on June 6, 1944. Then perhaps they would learn something about what heroism is. And maybe they would get a better understanding of what this country is all about, and how it got to the present day when they can sit down and howl about their rights and neglect their responsibilities. There weren’t many rights on Omaha and Utah beaches. Your responsibility was to protect your own life and that of your friends, if possible, but your main responsi bility was to get off that beach, onto solid ground and start the German army on its retreat through France that would eventually end in Berlin and victory. June 6, 1944. D-Day. The date of the great, long-awaited invasion of Europe by the Allied forces. Never before, and possibly never again, will the world ever see such a coordinated and gigantic sea, land and air assault. It was a day of valor and gallantry and heroism so common that it became commonplace. It was the day that historians ten times 10,000 years from now will still be recording as one of the turning points in man’s continuing struggle to conquer evil. THE JACKSON PROGRESS-ARGUS, JACKSON, GEORGIA The Last Straw BY VINCENT IONES Like a teenager tottering on the brink of adulthood, June slips slyly into the spotlight, her warm greeting heralding summer’s full ripeness yet to come and bidding adieu to Spring’s coolness which melted under her glowing entrance. June is the gate through which summer’s bounty enters. Gone now is the hurried growth of bud and blossom. The tender shoots of May are being toughened into the bounty laden boughs of August. The tomato, which has flourished in the warm, benevolent sun of spring time, will begin to blush pink when the June sun seeks out its leafy hiding place. In the garden, June will find many plants basking in her sun baths. June is the growing ear in the corn patch, the tender squash upon the vine, butterbeans and string beans white with blossoms, irish potatoes ready for the first digging. It is wheat ripening into a golden riot of color, oats cut and shocked, pastures and lawns growing heavy with weeds and shorter on grass. It is red and yellow plums awaiting a picker, dewber ries black with sweetness and beckoning a strong backed harvester, blackber ries reddening before sum mer’s alchemy transforms them into the same charcoal color of their sweeter cousin. It is blossoms on elderber ry, muscadines forming the green clusters that will ripen as summer begins to fade, the ironweed emerging from its cold tomb to engage some unwary earthling in a tug of war. From the nearest hedge row or weed patch, the quail calls the familiar “bob white" to his mate. In the forests, the mourning dove coos for his lady love and man, in his current abomin able trend in popular music, does not have a love song in the top ten that would compare favorably with either. Sunrise comes earlier and lingers longer and soon the earth will reach its zenith and fill the skies with light for the longest period, after which the long, slow guide into autumn will begin. There is not yet the unhurried leisure about the days that late July and August will bring. There is still growth, much fruiting to be accomplished, but ere the month is done the pace will be slowed and the land will be encompassed in summer’s haze of disciplined growth. The children feel sum mer’s coming with their toes as they trod barefoot the dusty paths that lead to favorite swimming holes and cool forests where they learn more about nature in three months than their biology teacher could cram into nine. For graduates, of both high school and college, it is a time of decision. For college students home for the holidays it is a time of readjusting to parental ways and of getting acquainted again with Mom and Dad. June is the time when vacationists burst out all over, crowding the popular tourist attractions, trying to cram a whole year’s re pressed desire for fun and sun into a week of excitement from which it will take two weeks to recover. But that’s June for you. Promising, beckoning, the month in which spring ripens into summer. It’s a good month to be alive, and to be out of doors. Store Safely Storing foods correctly is as important as buying clean, safe foods at the store. Remember, handy as it might be, the storage space under the kitchen sink is NOT a good place for storing potatoes and onions. Cans of food stored in a moist area can develop rust and even tually the can will dete riorate and the food will spoil. A Stroll Down | | Memory Lane | NEWS OF 10 YEARS AGO Among the many scholar ships given Monday at graduation exercises were two given by Avondale Mills, one to Bobby Harrison and the other to Leon Cook. A quart liquor bottle estimated to be 100 years old has been found on the Old Kinard Nursery property. It bore the inscription Potts & Potts, Wholesale Liquors, Atlanta, Ga. Tommy Carmichael has been initiated into the Scabbard and Blade, the highest military honor that can be attained at Georgia Tech. Retail sales in Butts County for the first three months of 1967 were up about nine per cent over the same period in 1966. Figures were $2,773,000 as opposed to $2,544,000. Carol Laverne Mask has been graduated Cum Laude from Tift College. Elbert Long, machinist at Avondale Mills, has been awarded a plaque as a Zero Defects Plant award winner. Deaths during the week: ThomasL. (Bo) Silas, Jr., 50. NEWS OF 20 YEARS AGO The Hi-Fi Oil Company, E. M. McCord, owner, is having its formal opening on Friday, June 7th. Bids are being accepted for grading and paving 4.635 miles of the Dodson Road, extending from State Route 87 in Flovilla to State Route 16 near the J. W. Browning home. Mrs. Ruby White has a peculiar hen who lays an egg each day on the back porch after first pulling a string to turn on the light. Brigadier General William R. Woodward, of Jackson, is being assigned to a command post at Fort Jackson, S. C. Herbert Maddox Fletcher was graduated Sunday from Georgia Military Academy where he was a member of the GMA varsity football team. Army Capt. Malcolm R. Smith, of Flovilla, has received a Commendation Ribbon with Metal Pendant in Hawaii for outstanding service as operations officer of the Hawaiian Armed Services Police. NEWS OF 30 YEARS AGO Mrs. Bert Carmichael, Jr., fund chairman of a drive to raise SSOO for a tubercular patient at Battey Hospital, raised over SIOO in less than two hours in a hurried canvass of the Jackson business district. The Kiwanis Club’s pure bred pig project got off to a good start when 4-C Club participants were guests of the Club and drew for the 14 pigs, 13 gilts and one male. The Jackson Kiwanis Club is staging its Variety Show Friday night and predictions are that it will be the funniest show to ever play the city. Mrs. Lamar Weaver has WE’RE FIGHTING FOR YOUR LIFE Don’t Smoke American Heart Association | THURSDAY, JUNE 9, 1977 won the grand prize in the Butts County Style Review. Miss Jane Anne Mallet has graduated from Wesleyan College with an A.B. degree and a major in English. The Stark HD Club met Thursday with Mrs. F. H. Morgan. Mrs. Lily Townsend and Miss Elizabeth Hood had parts on the program. NEWS OF 40 YEARS AGO Butts Countians voted 481 to 188 against repealing the state’s bone dry prohibition law. Butts County Agent M. L. Powell reports that the County has the largest number of 4-H boys and girls enrolled in projects this year in its history. The boll weevil is active in cotton fields in the County, according to information brought in by growers. The unusually mild winter is believed to be responsible for the heavy infestation. A program at the Jackson Airport in Hammondtown is being held Saturday for the benefit of the county library. Wm. M. Towles, an expe rienced pilot, is giving rides for 50 cents each in his plane. The Jackson postoffice has been ordered to stop Sunday deliveries, according to Post master Victor H. Carmi chael. Sunday’s edition of daily newspapers had for merly been distributed to rural patrons on Sunday. Jackson Lake will have its first motorboat race of the season next Sunday, when 25 of the country’s fastest drivers will compete for prizes. Deaths during the week: Mrs. Emma Maddox, 66. NEWS OF 50 YEARS AGO County Agent H. G. Wiley made a verbal report in the Progress-Argus of his first five years as Butts County’s Farm and Marketing Agent. V. M. White, on the Pittman’s Ferry Road, lost two large barns, two feed houses, large quantities of leedstuffs, two grown hogs and several shoats to a fire Friday morning. Grade work on the Jackson to Indian Springs highway is progressing on schedule and should be completed by late summer or early fall. Carmichael’s Georgia Gro cery was advertising three pounds of Jamup coffee for 95 cents; Seminole bacon at 29 cents a pound, and 25 pounds of sugar for $1.71. The first cotton bloom of the season reported to this office was brought in June Bth by Mr. H. L. Grant, of Jackson. This is 14 days earlier than the first bloom of last year, which was report ed on June 22nd. J. B. Guthrie Realty Cos. was advertising the Henceley house on South Mulberry for $2,000 and a six-room house with one-half acre lot at the Camp Ground for $1,000.00. Deaths during the week: C. C. Jewett, 58. ruth at random By Rufh Bryant TO A RAINY DAY You’re in the merrie month of May You call for resting on the way, Because you are a rainy day You call for fun that’s good and gay! When children come inside to play You call for lively games and say, “I wish that I could always stay And laugh and love and work and play Where fun is fine for every day In this, our merrie month of May”! s£e£tm~klU OiitM In a few short weeks Jackson and Butts County will be celebrating together the 4th annual Butts County Week. The Butts County celebra tion is really nothing new. True, this is only the fourth year that there has been a designated week of celebra tion, but the celebrating has been going on for years. People in Butts County have always found reason to get together, to meet new people, to be with old friends. Used to be, there was always something going on at the community house. But times have changed and the community has grown. Those times for just getting together seem fewer and farther between. Even getting the family together for a reunion seems like hard work. But, despite the effort, we still want to get together—to celebrate. Butts County Week is the result of people like you working together for a huge “family reunion.” The cele }p§JMJNEIL'pg: .. . JUIEUI777-JDIE .. **' * * ■TH ‘Whatsoever jPy Things’ Donald E. Wildmon LITTLE BY LITTLE It was all caused by a common house cat, investigators said. It’s kinda hard to believe, but they have pieced the events together and this evidently is what happened. The house cat knocked a vase off a shelf in the utility room. The vase fell onto a valve in a gas line. The impact opened the gas valve, letting the room fill with gas. The gas from the leak soon reached the water heater pilot light and ignited. The result: an explosion which moved two walls in a house, broke windows and started a small fire. The damage will come to approximately $3,000 said the news account. Luckily for the Air Force Major James Miller and his family at Vandenberg Air Force Base in California, no one was hurt. One never knows how far one little deed will affect his life. Things which we count so small, so insignificant, so petty, end up dominating us. They all begin innocently enough. They are such little deeds that we hardly take them seriously. After all, what harm can such little deeds do? Most of our major accomplishments in life start off as little things. Then they begin to grow, to take on size and importance. A man on the moon didn’t start out as a big project. It started out as a little thought in the minds of men. And if you had spoken of it seriously, you most certainly would have been the town laughing stock. And the airline business didn’t start out the monstrosity that it is now. It started out as a thought in the minds of a few people centuries ago. (And most people considered those who had such thoughts a little “touched” in the head!) On the other hand, most of our catastrophes didn’t begin as such, either. Hitler had no dreams of murdering six million Jews as an eleven-year-old. The idea started slowly, but it grew too fast. Nero didn’t set out to be a ruler mad with insanity and jealousy. But. that’s the way he ended up—fiddling as Home burned. We don’t take the little petty things too seriously. After all, they are so small—what can they hurt? Who will miss the quarter from the cash register? Surely not the company, as large as it is. And soon it is a dollar the company won’t miss, and soon it is a five —“which the company owes me.” And it ends up in what the law calls embezzlement. We fully intended to pay it back. One social drink doesn’t do any harm. It only loosens us up so we can enjoy the party. And the second helps a little more. And then another. And before long all we want to do is to be the life of the party—even when there isn’t a party. No person— any where—leaves that which he knows is the highest and best in him with one great leaping jump. Every person who betrays his Creator and himself and others does so with little things—slowlv. Little by little. Our lives are shaped basically by the sum total of little things. While it may be the big things which impress us, it is the little things which influence us. bration is sponsored by the Chamber of Commerce but the Chamber receives no profit from the activities. All of the proceeds are put toward the next year’s celebration. And therewill be a celebration next year, because of you—you and your participation. And that’s the real reason for Butts County Week. Now we have one week set aside to do what we’ve been doing down through the years— joining together in a com munity effort to have a great time just being together. Melinda Cook Publicity Chairman Butts County Celebration Committee Editor’s Quote Book Some parents give most by giving least. Arnold Glasow