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“A Prize Winning Georgia Newspaper Celebrating 100 Years of Service”
The Houston
Home Journal
BOBBY BRANCH Presidcnt-Editor-Publisher
MAXINE THOMPSON Assistant Editor
WOFFORD SINYARD Production Manager
Published Every Thursday By
THE HOUSTON HOME JOURNAL, INC.
C. OGDEN PERSONS, Vice. Pres. LEWIS M. MEEKS, sec.-Treas.
Entered At Perry, Georgia Post Office 3J069 As Second Class Mail Matter
A Second Look At The Moon
(Occasionally there is something so
good that we wish we had said it. The
following is worth repeating. It first
appeared in THE EVENING WORM),
a newspaper published in Spencer, In
diana )
“Did you know that the space pro
gram is busy proving that what has
been called ‘myth’ in the Bible is true?
Mr. Harold Hill, president of the Cur
tis Engine Company in Baltimore, Md.,
and a consultant in the space program,
related the following development:
“I think one of the most amazing
things that God has for us today hap
pened recently to our astronauts and
space scientists at Green Belt, Mary
land. They were checking the position
of the sun, moon, and planets out in
spac6 where they would be 100 years
and 1,000 years from now. We have to
know this so we don’t send a satclilife
up and have it bump into something)
later on in its orbits. We have to lay
out the orbit in terms of the life of the
satellite, and where the planets will
be so the whole thing will not bog
down! They ran the computer meas
urement back and forth over the cen
turies and it came to a halt. The com
puter stopped and put up a red signal,
which meant that there was something
wrong either with the info fed into it
or with the results as compared to the
standards. They called in the service
department to check it out and they
said, “It’s perfect.’ The IBM head of
operations said, ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘Well,
we have found there is a day missing
in space in elapsed time.’ They scratch
ed their heads and tore their hair
There was no answer!
“One religious fellow on the team
said, you know, one time 1 was in Sun
day School and they talked about the
sun standing still.’ They didn't be! eve
him, but they didn’t have any answer
so they said. ‘Show us.’ So he got a
Bible and went back to the book of
Joshua where they found a pretty ridi
culous statement for anybody who has
‘common sense-’ There they found the
Lord saying to Josha, ‘Fear them not
(LEmR^oEDTTOfy
Editor. Home Journal:
We the undersigned mem
bers of the faculty of Hous
ton Jr. High School desire
to make the following known
concerning Mr James High
tower.
(1) To our knowledge and
observations, he has conduct
ed himself as a perfect gen
tleman and has been a cre
dit to Houston Jr. High
School.
(2) We desire and request
that every effort be made
to insure that his rights are
protected, and he is spared
unnecessary embarrassment.
(3) The future of the Hous
ton County School systems
rest upon the ability of con
scientious teachers and
school administrators to
serve the best interests of
the child. We believe Mr.
Hightower is an administra
tor of this type.
Respectfully,
Miss Diana Coleman, Mrs.
Jeanne Bledsoe, Jack Mullis,
Mrs. Catherine McCulloch.
Mrs. Wilson Moody, Mrs.
Nancy Downing, Mrs. Robin
Martin, Miss Kerry Oeueri
(student teacher), Mrs. Ber
nice Rainey, Mrs. Ailiene D.
Chapman, Mr. Lynward Bar
rett, Mrs. Mabel Weaver,
Mrs. Bessie Edwards, Joe
Lunsford, Mrs. Ruth Rich
ards, Mrs. Norma J. Phillips,
kMrs. Larisse Baxter, Molly
C. Moss. Marilyn Dotzenrod,
Richard Becker, Helen M.
Roose, Loarene D. Long, Wi-
1 have delivered them into thy hand;
there shall not a man of them stand
before thee.’ (Joshua 10: 12-14) Joshua
was concerned because he was sur
rounded by the enemy and if darkness
fell they would overpower them. So
Joshua asked the Lord to make the
sun stand still! That’s right! “The sun
stood still and the moon stayed . . .
and hasted not to go down about a
whole day.’ The space men said:
“There is the mossing day!’ Well, they
checked the computers going hack in
to the time it was written and found
it was close but not close enough! The
elapsed time that was missing back in
Joshua’s day was 23 hours and 20 min
utes-not a whole day. They read the
Bible and there it said ‘about (approxi
mately) a day!
“These little words in the Bible are
important. But they were still in trou
ble because if you cannot account for
40 minutes you’ll be in trouble 1,000
years from now. Forty minutes had to
be found because it can be multiplied
many times over in orbits. Well, this
religious fellow also remembered
somewhere in the Bible where it said
the sun went Backwards. The space
ment told him he was out of his mind.
“But they got out the Book, and
read these words in II Kings, chapter
20:8-10; Hezekiah, on his death bed,
was visited by the prophet Isaiah, who
told him that he was not going to die.
Hezekiah did not believe him and ask
ed for a sign as proff. Isaiah said, ‘Do
you want the sun to go ahead ten de
grees?’ Hezekiah said, It’s nothing for
the sun to go ahead ten degrees, but
let the shadow return backward ten
degrees.’ Isiah spoke to the Lord and
the Lord brought the shadow ten de
grees BACKWARD! Ten degrees is
exactly 40 minutes! Twenth-three
hours and 20 minutes in Joshua, pins
40 minutes in 11 Kings make the miss
ing 24 hours the space travelers had
to log in the log-book as being the mis
s day on the universe! Isn’t that amaz
ing? Our God is rubbing their noses in
His TRUTH! That’s right.”
Icy I’. Shouppe. William E.
Edwards. Frank A. Spear
man, Marion 11 Whiddon,
Judy M. Van Patten. Marilyn
W Gornto. James Hayes, Ke
tus Cawthon. Mrs. Delta G.
Jones. Isabel Schell. Marion
Cheek. Bobbe Hickson. Jack
ie Marshall. Ray Nunn. Trib
by II McQuaig. Elizabeth P.
Dobson.
Dear Editor:
There was an inquiry re
cently ai a local school con
cerning the morning devo
tional periods. The lady
wanted to know whether or
not we had stopped having
devotion since integration of
the public schools. Before
integration took place, a
number of teachers white
and black had already stop
ped having devotion, 1 stop
ped. 1 stopped because 1
found out that the children
didn't realize the value of
devotion, they hadn't been
taught this in the home.
They don’t know what it is
to respect God. It is very
discouraging to me, when I
look at the class during de
votion. and sec half of the
class not participating. When
parents start having sincere
devotions in the home, and
teaching love for every man
white or % black . . . then may
be the teacher can do a bet
job of training their children
the right way. Training your
child what is right first at
home would eliminate a lot
of problems that come be
fore the teacher and com
munity.
Mrs. Olivia Stanberry
Dear Mr. Branch;
As a former resident of
Perry and a frequent visitor
1 would like to comment mi
the poll of gubernatorial
candidates you recentl y
made. .
Although his name was ab
sent from the list of candi
dates receiving votes. 1 con
sider Hal Suit. Republican,
the best choice for governor.
It is understandable that Mr.
Suit is not as well known in
Houston County as he is in
the Atlanta area because of
his being the former news
director for \\ SB TV in At
lanta. Also he has been run
ning for governor only a
matter of months instead of
years as have the other can
didates.
Hal Suit is a conservative,
a World War II amputee and
has won a dozen awards for
excellence in news report
ing He is an intelligent, con
cerned citizen, not a profes
sional politician This state
has more than enough pro
fessional politicians lining
their pockets already.
1 ask only that the people
of Perry and Houston Coun
ty not commit themselves to
any of the candidates for
governor until they hear
from and learn the views of
all the candidates. If they do
this 1 think the people of
Perry will “Follow Suit”.
Yours truly,
EARLE R. SMITH, JR.
Jonesboro, Ga.
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It’s Sopping Time
According to the caption under the
picture, the recipe was “designed to
lit the American’s love lor dunk
ing.” Sure enough, Americans dunk
millions of doughnuts every year, and
fondue dunking is the “in” thing these
days.
But dunking will have to take a back
seat to syrup sopping in the hearts of
many Americans. Farm children were
weaned onto the stuff, forming a habit
that stayed with them all their lives
in many "lions of the country. No
matter h much fried chicken, ham,
fresh vegetables and dessert is loaded
on the table, those folks insist thai
the syrup pitcher or jar or bottle has
to be on the table also.
During the lean depression years,
syrup sopping was the key to survival
for many families, especially those
who lived in town and did not grow
their own meat and vegetables. A sack
of flour was comparatively cheap, anci
syrup was plentiful and not too expen
sive. Lucky were the town folks who
had country kinfolks, for when fall roll
ed around it brought syrup-making
time, and they brought cans full of it
as gifts. Later, when the first really
cold day arrived, hog-killing time also
meant welcome gifts of meal on the ta
ble of the town lolks.
Nothing the super markets have to
offer today will ever taste as good now
as syrup and hot buttered biscuits did
in those simpler days .With no televi
sion and precious few radios for enter
tainment, children had to entertain
themselves —by skipping rope, shoot
ing marbles, playing ball, climbing
trees. They worked up voracious appe
fites. as did their hard-working par
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ents, and nobody had to be called a
second time at mealtime.
Like many other great American
tradition, the proper way to sop syrup
was handed down from generation to
generation. Families with heavy-hand
ed biscuit bakers, for example, can
never expect to master this exact art.
Their broad cracks and crumbles all
in that golden-brown sugar cane or
sorghum nectar, and there’s many a
slip twixt the plate and the hp.
Biscuits have to be fat, fluffy, and
lightly browned on top and bottom to
qualify. Size is not important they
can range anywhere from midget to
the size some folks refer to as “cat
heads.” They should be pulled open
(not cut, mind you—pulled. Cutting
disturbs the inside fluffiness, while
pulling preserves it.) A big chunk of
butter is inserted and the biscuit clos
ed again to let the butter melt until
it runs out all around the edges.
While the butter melts, your choice
of syrup is poured to just about cover
your plate, just leaving room for bis
cuits on one side and a few slices of
crisp fried fat-back or streak-o-le: n, or
maybe some port sausage, on the other
rim.
Now you are ready for your moment
of truth the first glorious sop. Hold
ing a warm biscuit in your left hand,
(yes, the whole biscuit, of course!) you
pinch off a bite-size chunk with your
right. Slowly but surely, you reach
down, drag the chunk across the plate
through the syrup, then straight up,
non-stop, to your mouth.
Colonel Sanders, you never had it so
finger-lickin’ good!
Bobby
Branch
JOHN POWELL is this young guy (about 26) who
runs about 14 million programs for all the kids at the
Perry Methodist Church. His title at the church is
minister to youth and he’s probably done more to show
kids that taking part in church activities can be fun
as well as rewarding.
Now, John is a preacher too, and a good one. But
he’s of the “now” generation and he dresses, talks,
plays a guitar and speaks the same language that
kids of all ages understand and appreciate. ?
I saw a schedule of activities that John has lined
up for the kids this summer and I can’t see how it is
going to be possible for one man (even John) to do all
the things for the kids he has planned. But he does
n’t seem to think there’s going to be any problem.
I wish there were more John Powells’ around in
these troubled times. It’s the kind of leadership and
ideals put forth by Perry’s John Powell and others
like him that show kids there is a better way of doing
things and getting things done than by rioting and
throwing rocks at the police . . . Hang in there John.
WHEN WE THINK of a new industry coming into
town, we all think of new jobs, new homes that will
be needed, new buildings to house the industry, in
creased usage of water, gas and electricity, new sour
ces of tax revenue, and things of this nature.
While getting pictures and information recently to
write the article on Magee Carpet’s third anniversary in
Perry, 1 saw another benefit of new industry that many
of us don’t think about.
I was surprised to learn that in only three years,
Magee Carpet people have already served as Rotary
Club President, Jaycee President, Civitan Club Pre
sident of Houston Lake Men’s Golf Association, Pre
sident of the Newcomer’s Club, Director of the Civi
tan Club, Director of Jaycees and Director of the
Houston County United Givers’ Fund. Their church
activities have included the President of St. Patricks’
Advisory Council, Chairman of Education for Metho
dist Church, and five members of church administra
tive boards.
New industry has brought us new people. And
these new people are involved deeply in our com
munity and provide interest, activity and leadership
we often do not recognize.
Happy third anniversary to Magee Carpet Company
this month. We are glad to have you not only for your
taxes and payroll, but also for your people.
WHAT IS A POLICEMAN?
Policemen, believe it or not, ARE human. They come
in both sexes, but mostly male. They also come in various
sizes. This sometimes depends on whether you are look
ing for one or trying to hide something. However, they
are mostly big.
Policemen are found everywhere, on land, on sea, in
the air, on horses and sometimes in your hair. In spite
of the fact that “you can’t find one when you want one,”
they are usually there when it counts most. The best
way to get one is to pick up a phone.
Policemen deliver lectures, babies, and bad news.
They are required to have the wisdom of Solomon,
the disposition of a lamb and muscles of steel and are
often accused of having a heart to match. He’s the one
who rings the door bell, swallows hard, and announces
the passing of a loved one, then spends the rest of the
day wondering why he ever took such a crummy job.
On TV, a policeman is an oaf who couldn’t find a bull
fiddle in a telephone booth.
In real life, he's expected to find a little blond boy
“about so high” in a crowd of a half million people.
In fiction, he gets his help from private eyes, report
ers, and “who-dun-it” fans. In real life, mostly all he gets
from the public is “I didn’t see nuttin”.
When he serves a summons, he’s a monster. If he lets
you go, he’s a doll. To little kids he’s either a friend or a
bogeyman, depending upon how the parents feel about it.
He works “around the clock” split shifts, Sundays and
holidays, and it always kills him when a joker says “Hey,
tomorrow is Election Day, I’m off, let’s go fishing.” (That’s
the day he works 20 hours).
A policeman is like a little girl who, when she was
good, was very, very good, but when she was bad, she
was horrid.
When a policeman is good, he’s “getting paid for it.”
When he makes a mistake, he’s “a grafter and that goes
for the rest of them too.”
When he shoots a stick-up man, he’s a hero except
when the stick-up man is “only a kid, anybody coulda
seen that.”
Lots of them have homes, some of them are covered
with ivy, but most of them with mortgages. If he drives
a big car, he's a chisler; a little car, “who’s he kidding.”
His credit is good; that is very helpful because his
salary isn’t.
Policemen raise lots of kids, most of them belong to
other people.
A policeman sees more misery, bloodshed, trouble
and sunrises than the average person. Like the postman,
policemen must also be out in all kinds of weather. His
uniform changes with the climate, but his outlook on life
remains about the same; mostly a blank, but hoping for
a better world.
Policemen like days off, vacations and coffee. They
don’t like auto horns, family fights, and anonymous letter
writers. They have association, but they can’t strike.
They must be impartial, courteous and always remember
the slogan “At your service". This is sometimes hard?
especially when a character reminds him, "I’m a taxpayer,
I pay your salary.”
Policemen get medals for saving lives, stopping run
away horses, and shooting it out with bandits (once in a
while, his widow gets the medal).
But sometimes the most rewarding moment comes
when, after some small kindness to an older person, he
feels the warm hand clasp, looks into grateful eyes, and
hears “Thank you and God bless you, son.”
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