The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1922-07-29
BLEASE HAS
LOST OUT
s<Hagood' Bethea Finds That
His Strength Has Waned in
Piedmont

Belton, July 25.-Did you ever
know two people to make state
ments about the same thing that
were .identically the same?
YOU come up here and ask a
rabid Bleaseite of his (Blease'sl
prospects and you are informed
that he has an easy walkover. An
other. party, a man OF some intel
|Egence, says 81 care little for pol
tics and hardly know what to say"
You tell him Mr.. So. and So. has
declared Blease will poll three
/ fourtI1s of the countys vote and
you get, "He is a big liar
The crop of candidates, here is
large and by reason Of the fact
you hear that Blease is in the
ring. thinking their politics an all
sufficient recommendation to the
public. Walk around among the
crowds and you hear few talking
nationally while the others listen
and apparently approve.
l never knew until lately how
; much ignorance there is here;
men who were reared in the noun
tains and have moved in here, who
if they had it, made no use OF
their opportunity to read and
write, and must needs make
their mask" Do not gather from
the above that no attention is paid
to education here; that would be
great mistake, for know of no
section of the state where are bet
/ ter academies. we'll equipped. and
where the education Of the youth
is better attended to. These are
| wide-awake, thrifty people, alive to
all things of interest to their vel
fare. who come near to living
three hundred and sixty-fve days
i in the year. Up here daddy takes
the lead in work and all the rest
follow. I have some times thought
that is the reason they seem to get
So much out of life. They really
work while they work and play
! while they play. Their holidays
on this account are so real that
! they realize their anticipations.
/. Here that greatest Of human in
stitutions, and the first, the family,
where love, very sunshine OF
heaven. is enthroned, exists in its
purity, constituting earth's nearest
approach to paradise, the nome,
around which cluster hfess sweet
est. happiest most sacred and sub
| lime memories, the treasures we
| cling to even down to ife's extreme
hour, home too sacred to be desc
{ Grated by profane feet of prylng,
/ the curious stranger. All about
it is sacred ground, where In the
old we'll is sweetest, purest water,
and most luscious fruit on the
Itrees. whose household gods, hus-
band and wife, then father and
mother, the embodiment Of love,
mercy, gentleness, patience, for
/ bearance, kindness. indulgence hold
{ ae1ightsome sway; home where we
sare unafraid. >unem barrassed. free,
our refuge from trouble. security
from danger. where is solace and
comfort in trouble and grief, re-
/ lief and care in pain and sickness,
rest and repose when weary and
worn by. the burden Of life, the
/ toll of the day. surely
/ .sBe it ever so humble there's no
place like home.
/ What a land for the "horn OF
plenty. God tempers the wind to
/ the shorn lamb and SO in this
land, teeming, not with the name,
with real homes, plenty abouEds,
/ for here all manner of fruits
/ adapted to the climate. grow, lux
uriant. the waving fields of cereals
are unsurpassed. Cotton of such
staple as brings the best price on
the market is produced. They have
i never been troubled with blight or
black rot in it, nor have they had
the bill bug in corn. The land is
we'll adapted to the clover family,
to alfalfa. to all manner Of vege-
table life, spuds and yams. Hen
fruit, butter and honey are super
/ abundant, and cooks skilled in all
/ manner of cookery to tempt the
i palate. are abundant. [ saw one
such the other day. such the artist
ambitious to immortalize himself
would delight in, and the vision
/ that makes my mouth water still,
abides with me.
Ah: she has many sisters here.
Notwithstanding they We're great
! " belated by excessive rains IN the
preparation of lands and planting
their crops, particularly of corn,
are superior 20 ours in every way.
Every ones cotton is good but Mr..
! George Cox has some that comes
we'll UP under the armpits. With
one exception he has the finest
corn l have seen but the finest field
! Of corn the writer ever saw is that
of Eugene Knight.
/ A word more concerning politics
and lam through. If among all
other of the Piedmontese, his
hope. Blease has lost out as he
appears to have here. that hope is
vain. This is a conviction that
grows on you as you move among
this fine people. and this because
when once they see the right all
hell could not turn them.
''Hagood."
Mr.. f. E. Blackwell left Thurs
day morning for Columbia where
I he will spend a few days.