The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1912-02-23
EDITORIAL... -. -. -. -.
ENERGY AND WISDOM.

! hotel of this city: =.
DR.. J. T. J. Battle, who recently re-
turned from a business trip to Green
Vile, S. c., tells very interesting
story of an Industrious South Caro-
lima lad, a story the counter part OF
which is seldom to be found.
DR.. Battle, with number of other
gentlemen, were sitting in the hotel
lobby around a warm stove one even
! ing when they we're approached by a
boy whose arm encjrcled bundle oi
the Saturday Evening Post. The boy
went to DR.. Battle first and said. Let
me sell you a Post" what is II
worth" asked DR.. Battle. Give cents,
the young salesman replied. "What are
you going to do with the money!? i
am going to give one-tenth of 1t to
the church, and the rest am gong
to put in the bank" replied the youth.
DR.. Battle purchased a Post and
the boy went to each of the other
gentlemen around the stove and then
off into another part of the loooy'
While he was gone, a big man, VINO
had been in the circle about the stove
and who had been among the last ap-
preached and who also had not pur-
chased paper, got up and changed
his seat, and as it so happened, took
a seat that was directly in the way OF
the boy, who was making his rounds
of the lobby. The boy not remember
ing that the man had refused once to
buy the paper, stopped when he came
~ MN; zzzea;2 and said: "Let me sell
YOU a Post"
The big man looked up and in some
irritation said: "I told you one time
that I didn't want a paper. Here, take
this nickle. I'll give it to you just to
get shut Of you
The boy drew back in pride. Il
don't want you to give me anything,
and won't take it. Let me sell you
a Post" and with that he showed the
paper straight toward the man.
'But don't want one"
"Let me sell you one for your faith
er."
my father lives several hundred
miles from here
"Let me sell you one for your
mother
my mother is dead
"Then let me sell you one for your
friend" said the persistent youngster.
"I've got no friend around here"
replied the obstinate man.
"Then SIR" the boy, triumphantly,
"let me sell you a paper so you can
give it to somebody and make a
friend out of him"
The entire crowd of gentlemen
greeted the words of this born little
South Carolina statesman with a round
of hearty applause, and the conquered
big man, with the best smile he could
muster, bought a paper.
"What did that boy tell you he did
with his money!" a gentleman OF
iGreenville later asked DR.. Battle.
"He told me he gave tenth of it
to the church and put the rest of it
in the bank" replied DR.. Battle.
well, sir, he was telling you the
truth. He is the son Of prominent
citizen here and is one of the bright
est boys in the city. He is only seven
cas- old, goes to school, and sells pa
~e1s in his spare time. He has bought
a lot hare in town and has it nearly
paid for"
Any attempt to embellish that story
with comment would be as futile as
trying to improve the tints of the rain
bow with paint-Greenville Piedmont.
This is good story and needs no
establishment, as the Piedmont truly
says. We print it in the hope that it
may be a lesson and help and an in
spiration to some other boy.
The lesson is not so much the per-
sis1ency with which the boy pressed
the sale of his paper, but how he
takes care of his earnings. Most boys
can make money, but few learn to
take care of it.
CHICHESTER :1ssHEsL GCEi S PILLS