The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1920-12-30

closed Sundays.
2. Gambling and punch boards
have moved out.
3. The moving picture show which
was operated only on Sunday nights,
was ordered to choose another night
or quit.
4. Jitney and drays and dogs now
must be licensed. The old council
remitted these licenses for year.
5. The town is spruced up. Coun-
cilwomen themselves have done
everything from mailing down side
walk boards to voting a cemetery
fund to keep the cemetery place
one won't be sorry to go to when one
dies. A cleanup week was spring
Invocation.
There now-you are picturing a
mayor and council with reform meth
DDS as serene as jazz band.
You see militant band of skin
ny-skirted, thin, dispicited, birdcage
variety of creatures sternly scanning
the landscape for signs of an oppor-
tunity to clean up something, each
militantly erect and disciplined in the
things that make life juiceless and
equivalent to ashes.
But that's all wrong.
The mayor, Miss Helen B. Coe, is
a quiet gentle-voiced, grey-haired
lady who has leisurely Travelled
through Europe several times, before
it was warscattered. She was a kind
ergarten teacher once. She has an
income which frees her from work
and she lives in Langley because she
likes it, likes the blue Sound stretch
ing out from the cliff on which her
pleasant cottage stands, has liked it
since she came a number of years
ago.
The majority of the six women have
grey in their hair. All are house
keepers. Grown up or growing faml-
lies attest the ability and energy and
wholesome interests of most of them.
And here it should be said that not
a word is breathed in Langley about
any lack in their households of socks
unmended, bread baked black, food
half-cooked, buttons off. | myself
went through the mayors kitchen
and 1 saw on the table a berry pie
which certainly excelled in the crisp
hakey appeal of it's crust and the
lacy edging of all the openings with
a perfection of red, tempting berry
juice.
Nobody Knows How.
Most of the women elected to the
council had no clearer idea what a
city council does than the average
ditch digger has about the delibera-
tions of the inner council Of the
khedive of Egypt. One woman had
attended once or twice. Another was
wife of a former councilman. That
was the extent of their information.
At the last meeting of the council
of men, they were present, to see how
things went. Incidentally, so they re-
late, things went, including cash.
somewhat more pepfully than GUS
tomary for the council proceeded to
vote away about all the money there
was in the city treasury.
About this time, some worthy male
member of the community realizing
that the women were taking their
positions seriously decided that the
election had been a pleasant little
Joke which had now lost it's humor
and that the dominance of the SUI
perior other half of the human race
must be duly asserted. So they ap-
pealed to the district attorney about
the election. The only assuagement
the district attorney could give,
however, was that there was an
other election coming. The women
council was safe for the present.
One of the first things the women
did was to order road repair. The
public read in this-some of the pub
lie. anyway-dire things for the tu-
ture of the city. Had not the men on
the council considered that piece OF
road-had not their sagacity, temp
cred with a long experience in sun
dry business, assured them that a
distinct loss to the community would
result from the repair of that road!
What did these women mean by lg-
noring the wise policy of their pre-
decessors.
And the women-some of them ao-
mitted-were for time quite Wor-
ried.
But the thing drifted by with no
lamentable catastrophe to any OF the