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The Summerville News
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Editorials
Adult Ed Graduates
Eighteen students graduated recently
from the Chattooga County Adult Educa
tion Program and received their GED cer
tificates, which are equivalent to high
school diplomas.
For most, the program meant sacrific
ing time and money for the cause of an
education they had missed, for whatever
reason, earlier in their lives. Jeffery Don
Brock, the student of the year in the class,
worked seven days a week while com
pleting his studies.
Richard Lee Harris and his wife, Faye,
Register, Then Study Issues
The deadline for registering to vote in
this year's primary elections is next
Monday.
The Chattooga County Board of
Registrars is making every effort to ensure
that everyone who wishes to register may
do so before that deadline. They plan to be
in their office today, Friday and Monday.
Residents may also register at the Super-
D, Trion, Friday afternoon, at Wal-Mart,
Summerville, Sunday afternoon, and at
the Chattooga Library today, Friday and
Monday.
There won't be any excuse if a person
“forgets” to register between now and
NASA’s Lynching
It's abundantly clear by now NASA
management was in a deplorable state
before the recent shuttle tragedy. Changes
are absolutely necessary and the whole
tone of effort, and methodology, at NASA,
must be radically improved.
The tragic launch was reckless and ir
responsible — whatever the conclusions as
to why it happened and who was to blame.
But the major point of emphasis now
should be one of quick reorganization and
new progress — not a wallowing in
recrimination and sensational circus-like
hearings and investigations, with every
politician in Washington pushing into the
act.
Enough is already known to know that
new leadership at NASA is required.
Enough is known so that progress should
already be underway on solving such pro
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39 YEARS AGO
The following are excerpts from the July 10, 1947 edition of The Summer
ville News.
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EIGHT GIRL SCOUTS AT CAMP GAZELLE DEW — Eight members
of Girl Scout Troop No. 1 are attending Camp Gazelle Dew this week, Miss
Alma Zada Ellenburg, leader of the troop, has announced. They are Joann
Caheely, Virginia Elsberry, Shirley Fletcher, Frances Kellett, Juanita Oglesby,
Helen Nix, Sue Nix and Paula Scoggins.
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AD: SUMMERVILLE CASH STORE — Specials: lemons, 25¢ doz.; can
taloupes, 2 for 25c; large watermelon, 50c; 3 tall cans milk, 35c; 4 cans potted
meat, 25c; Grade “A” T-bone steak, 69c.
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AD: CLOUDLAND PARK HOTEL — Cloudland Pavilion, Friday night,
July 11, Music by “Cotton Bud” Rogers. Choice steaks, chicken dinners serv
ed in the Cloudland Park Hotel.
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COUNSELORS BEING TRAINED BY STATE FOR SCHOOLS — More
counselors are being trained by the State Department of Education so that
Georgia schools, this fall, may have an expanded program for student guidance.
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DAVIS ELECTED PRESIDENT OF ROME BAR ASSOCIATION — John
W. Davis, Summerville, was elected president of the Rome Circuit Bar Associa
tion at the annual meeting held June 28 at Judge Claude Porter’s cabin in
Haywood Valley, Chattooga County. .
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graduated together in the class.
For every student, there is a story of
dedication and determination. It took a lot
of courage for them to go back to school
after their respective high school classes
had graduated.
Each of the 18 is worthy of recognition
and honor for their hard work,
perseverance and strength of character.
They'll never regret the time they spent
in class.
Congratulations to the students and
their instructors.
next Monday. They've had plenty of
opportunities.
After registering, it's imperative that
voters assume the personal responsibility
of researching the issues and the can
didates, local as well as the more visible
statewide races.
It will do Chattooga County or the
state little good for a person to register to
vote if he or she fails to obtain accurate
information on the candidates and issues
before voting on Aug. 12.
An ignorant vote is worse than no vote
at all.
blems as the O-ring danger. That’s not a
new problem, after all.
There is no need to abandon shuttle
flights, or postpone them longer than is
necessary to achieve a satisfactory level of
safety. Nor is it logical to attempt to make
the next shuttle launch absolutely safe. No
such rocket launch can ever be absolutely
safe. The space exploration program has
proved over the years to be safer than
some other military efforts.
Since millions watched the recent
tragedy, and are now caught up in follow
ing the open investigation as if this were
a mini-series on a TV soap, there's a real
danger attention will not be focused where
it should be — on a quick reorganization
and corrective effort in NASA and a
resumption of the space exploration pro
gram, without too much delay.
WILLIAM T. ESPY
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By Tommy Toles, Editor
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The Big Fish
The first time he was in downtown
Atlanta, somebody pulled a knife on him.
A few folks once became a bit upset
when he began bringing ‘‘dirty hippies’’ in
places they felt inappropriate — like
church.
Atlanta's considerable homosexual
population, the owner of a popular
downtown restaurant and that city’'s
government all combined — knowingly or
otherwise — to slap him around. Even the
courts got in on the act.
He had four or five heart attacks, not
surprising considering his girth and his
sense of mission.
But the Big Fish has survived it all.
It began in the late 1960 s when a few
students at Atlanta Christian College
began a program in downtown Atlanta to
help the wandering young people of that
era’s hippie movement, as well as other
street people.
Like a fair number of conventional
folks, Fish wasn't too sure about it all, but
decided to take a look. He became hook
ed. And received his street nickname from
the early Christian church emblem he wore
on a pullover or shirt.
It wasn’t long before Fish began going
to the Jesus Place mission each Friday and
Saturday night, along with members of his
suburban Atlanta church and some of his
family. They prepared food for kids and
winos who hadn’t had a meal in days. As
aresult of the mission’s work, quite a few
changed their ways and became Christians
while others returned home to their wor
ried parents.
Over the years, Jesus Place was forc
ed to move from one location to another
in the 10th and 14th Street areas as
developers began buying up property
depressed by the hippie influx. Individuals
and churches provided the meager
funding.
During the early years, Fish brought
a few hippies and winos to Sunday morn
ing and evening services at his church.
Some stayed for awhile in the homes of
church members. As is always the case,
some members didn't like the idea.
As time went by, the hippie fad died
and they were supplanted by homosexuals
seemingly intent on making Atlanta
another San Francisco. And unlike the
previous transients, the homosexuals were
openly hostile to Fish and Jesus Place.
But before all this, Fish resigned his
church and went fulltime with Jesus Place.
Quite a commitment for a married man
with five young children.
A few years ago, Fish leased a building
on Ponce de Leon Avenue for the mission.
It had previously housed an X-rated
hookstore and peep show.
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A dress should be tight enough to show
there’'s a woman inside of it — but loose
enough to show that she’s a lady. — Col
umbia (S. C.) Record
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DEFINITION
Conference: An organized way of
postponing a decision. — Banking
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Conscience is that still, small voice that
warns us — but doesn’t stop us. — Cincin
nati Enquirer
But at the instigation of a band of mili
tant homosexuals and the owner of a near
by popular restaurant, the City of Atlan
ta refused to allow Fish to use the facili
ty. The city defined it as “‘a church” and
pointed out to Fish that it didn’t have
enough parking spaces out front.
As if the street people had cars.
The restaurant owner apparently
didn't mind the clientele of the porno
bookstore being in the neighborhood, but
objected to the mission’s ‘‘clients.”
Fish went to court. But his lawyer
dropped the ball and left town after lous
ing up the case. A judge finally heard the
litigation several years ago. Justice ap
parently takes a long time in Atlanta
because Fish is still awaiting a judicial
ruling. ;
Through it all, Fish had four or five
heart attacks but nothing kept him off the
streets for very long. :
Even without a permanent base, Fish
kept going from a large van-type truck. He
distributes clothing and blankets out of it
in the winter. And puts on puppet and
filmstrip shows in the summer during the
vacation Bible school he organizes in hous
ing projects throughout Atlanta.
Things may be looking up a bit for Fish
now. A church going out of business may,
in effect, donate its buildings to Jesus
Place. It's not downtown, as Fish would
have preferred, but it will offer hope for a
lot of folks untouched by government pro
grams or by Sunday morning services in
nice, neat buildings.
Not long ago on a wet, cold Saturday
night, Fish stopped on Peachtree Street
where several homeless people were huddl
ed in a doorway. One gave Fish $3 — pro
bably all he had — and told him to use it
to ‘‘help somebody.”
Quite a bit different reaction from
Fish’s first experience in downtown.
He was walking along when a fierce
acting character jumped out and pulled a
knife. Fish took only a moment to let his
would-be assailant know that he was a
preacher and, what’s more, that he might
crack his neck with a judo chop. That gave
the fellow some pause, although Fish
doesn’t know a judo chop from a porkchop.
Then the fellow wanted Fish to pray for
him.
Fish agreed, provided the fellow would
put away his knife.
He wouldn't.
But Fish prayed anyway — with his
eyes open.
The spiritual but practical Fish must
have prayed a pretty good prayer. The
would-be robber started crying, put his
knife back in his pocket and walked away.
AVERAGE
The average man is the fellow who
spends a lifetime trying to prove he isn’t.
— Chicago Tribune
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THEY ARE
Some of the best boy scouts are girls.
— The Bluejacket
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GOOD DEED
Make someone happy today. Mind
your own business! — Columbia (S. C.)
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4 Jimmy Townsend
Back there when I was in the furniture business, my
daughter, Tracy (Chris’ mom) was just a little girl. She rode
around with me in the pickup all the time that she wasn’t
in school. I bought old organs for $5 each, and we would
fix them up and sell them for a profit. We bought and soid
other things, too, and Tracy got addicted to old things at
an early age, especially if they were antiques.
After Tracy married and Chris came along, she con
tinued her craving for buying antiques. They have a two
story home in east Cobb County, but she had to add a large
room just to take care of her old things. Chris was in the
third grade when his teacher asked all her students to
write something about their family. Chris wrote, “My mom
goes ‘antiking’ and buys old junk, and she’s afraid Dad
is going to kill her.” The teacher sent the essay home and
Tracy put it on her refrigerator door, where it stayed for
a long time.
I suppose there are a lot of women out there who like
this sort of thing, judging by the antique shops around
Cobb and Fulton Counties. My wife, Geri, has an old organ
that Tracy and I bought and fixed up, and it is now in our
living room, along with an old safe and a Gordy churn. She
has another Gordy churn out on the porch with an old spin
ning wheel. It’s the churns that I don’t like to look at
because, in my young days, the churning chore at home
fell to me. After leaving the churn in front of the fireplace
for 8 while, until the milk ‘‘turned,” the dasher was put
in and Mama called me from wherever I was. Oh, how I
hated that churn!
I don’t know how or what or where, but Tracy decided
to get into the antique business. She and two of her
neighbors started an antique shop, and Tracy is in ‘*hog
heaven.” The store is in a large house just off Highway
5, north of Marietta, up the road a piece from Market
Square. I remember this big old house when it was built.
The family had a florist shop in the front, with flowers
displayed in glass windows all across the front. But now
there are about 25 antique shops in the building, with dif
ferent people renting a room for their business. Tracy and
her partners, Wanda Floyd and Judy Booker, call their
room, or shop, ‘‘Simple Pleasures.” The people named the
big old house where it is Antique Merchants Mall.
These girls go to auctions everywhere, and Tracy
should be an expert on this. Their store has everything
imaginable, from old beds to kerosene lamps and, of
course, churns. There are many other things, like old tools
and folk art; and if you want to relive the old days, just
drop in on these girls and browse around. I kinda get a
kick out of it myself, except for those churns. Anyway,
Chris doesn’t have to worry about his mom buying junk
for the house anymore. I don’t know where she would put
it if she did. I even loaned them the pitchfork that Presi
dent Carter made for me out of a hickory tree. He signed
it and it’s on display there, but not for sale.
My late Uncle Will Poole had a country store, far out
beyond Atlanta’s lights, away from the hustle and the
roar. The dry goods boxes scattered about made seats for
farmers. A swinging Coca-Cola sign was right above the
door. It just said that Will Poole was the owner of the
store. He had everything piled in stacks, from brogans to
silk dresses, and gingham bright was spread before
customers from morning ’til dark.
I get a longing for that old store at times, which has
been gone a long time now. But Tracy, Judy and Wanda'’s
store makes me think about it. Even if they do have their
store clean and neat, and polished and shined. Look at
their merchandise which was sold by Uncle Will and some
other folks around Pickens County in the 1800 s, and even
before that. The girls’ store has iron lamps, rugs, afghans,
dried flowers, pots, rollings pins and other things that us
ed to be sold in a country store. Like old oak dressers, old
crocks, old buckets, old wash stands, and, of course, those
dern churns. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of my family
didn’t sell some of the stuff new that’s in these girls’ *‘Sim
ple Pleasures’ shop.
I'll meet you down there, and I'll call ahead and tell
Tracy to cover those churns with something before we get
there. Tracy is finally doing something that makes her
hum and sing, and we are all glad.
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