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The echo. (Meridian, Miss.) 1942-1960, 1943-03-05
NOMANST
IN TIINISIA

TELEPHOTO Big German
drive against American forces
has turned the war spotlight
on this mountainous area in
central Tunisia. U. S. troops
and tanks based on Tebessa,
Algeria, had as their main
detectives the Nazi-held ports
of Sousse, Sfax and Gabes,
but the German counter at
tack threw back allied ad-
vances on the Fad Aaknassy
'front.'
The echo. (Meridian, Miss.) 1942-1960, 1943-03-05
= 3 A Presidents March Report

THE FOLLOWING PRESIDENTS
REPORTED THE FOLLOWING
AMOUNTS IN THE MARCH
BOARD FOR DUES & d. c.
ms Report was compiled on March
End, and if it does not tally with
your receipt of March LIST, please
notify the office.
Evening star., 1943-06-27

Homo pairing or
"whittnng corns
usually removes
only the top.
leaves core (Al In
toe.
Evening star., 1943-06-27
THE Love LETTER
Continued from page eight

see how youthfuy she bushed. In the past such
moments had always made her retreat: but today,
with that letter in her bag, she was armed with
new confidence.
You've hardly changed at ALL he declared
Il haven't lived very fully, Martin. Perhaps
that's why haven't changed more suppose
I'm like one of those bodies they dig up out OF
glaciers - still quite young - the same as when
they were buried
k1E LAUGHED mo, you haven't changed. You
always said amusing and extravagant things -
even while you were looking as beautifully un-
wise as spring morning
Instead of now, like an autumn afternoon?'
well, why not? What's wrong with autumn?
It's rich; it's warm, it's constant. Spring is foolish
and full of deceptions.'
Still, one can't help wishing one were back
thirty years ago
mot Ir he declared. Il don't. Why should
we envy the hectic ignorance of youth? At our
age life can be far fuller and richer We can enjoy
the beauty of the garden tonight without identity
ing ourselves and our passions with it.
1T seems so tonight she said softly. because
this happens to be one of those rare moments -
an oasis in a desert"
He leaned forward eagerly. so you feel that,
too! wondered if you knew how surprised and de-
lighted was when | saw you in that doorway
She took courage in both hands and turning
now, answered his look deeply mot more delight
ed than was to see you, Martin. You must know
that, or I'd never have had the courage to come
did it really take courage?"
The flush deepened Quite lot
Courage? To bring happiness to a man who
never knew till now how lonely he was? Eliza
BETH - his face was close to hers - can't we
make this beginning - for us both? Something
we've both missed, and found, not too late?'
Affirmation, rich certainty of happiness, so
long delayed and now so present, swept like tide
into her heart She put her two hands into his and
he held them closely
"Yes. Martin. we cam There was warm,
eager ring in her voice Il know we can
0ACK at home, Elizabeth took the letter from
her bag Martin must never know, she thought,
that it was not fresh impulse but this old letter,
which had taken her to see him, across the years.
She went into the kitchen and dropped it into
the fire. 1t blazed and fell to ashes - the letter
addressed as the social custom of thirty years ago
demanded for the oldest girl, to Miss Fenner,"
her sister Grace
So kindly sometimes are the ways Of Fate,
which thus had woven new pattern of beauty
out of an enemys vndictiveness - and womans
mistake
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In loving remembrance of my
mother, Priscilla Miller, who
died q years ago today, May: 3:
At home in the beautiful city
of God. In the valley of rest so
fair, someday we hope to meet
you there. Dearest mother, you
have left us; left the home you
loved so we'll. Yet I feel you are
happy in that sweet eternal home.
Long nights you bore your pain,
to wait for cure, but all in vain.
And God above, knew you were
suffering and he opened the gates
and called you home to rest.
You were dearer to us than
words can tell. Sweet are the
wonderful memories of a dear
mother we loved so well. None
knows the depth of our regret,
but we remember. when others
forget. Mother, dear, we watched
you slowly fade away. We could
not keep you here. With aching
hearts we had to part, with one
we loved so dear.
Devoted daughter,
Pauline.
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May we note the secret of these
characteristics in the life of Pet
er and John? CD They had a pos
tive conviction as to the truth of
the gospel. Doubt and uncer-
|tainty did not confuse their
minds. (2) They had a vivid
realization that mankind was in
desperate need of the gospel. The
fact that there is no other name
under heaven given among men
whereby we must be saved NOV
ed them to zealously proclaim
salvation through His name. (3)
They had a due sense of personal
responsibility. The gospel was
given unto them and they felt
duty bound to pass it on to 9TH
ers. (4) They gave themselves to
real earnest. fervent prayer. (5)
They had been with Jesus. Not
merely had they heard of Him,
not merely had they read of Him,
but they had walked and talked
with Him till they had the same
mind in themselves that was also
in Christ Jesus. (6) They were
in perfect union with Christ,
drawing strength and sustenance
from the same source from
whence came the boldness of
Christ, their Lord and Master.
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Sunday School
Lesson In Brief
Bv REV. B. A. MEEKS

Subject: peter and John,
LEADERS in the EARLY Church"
Bible Passages: Acts 2:37-41;
3:1-8; Alb, 1921.
Golden Text: "Now when they
saw the boldness of Peter and
John, and perceived that they
were unlearned and ignorant
men, they marvelled; and they
took knowledge of them, that they
had been with Jesus. Acts Alb.
All true Christians are anxious
for people to see in them like
ness of Christ. Peter and John
so conducted themselves under
stress that the rulers of the Jews
saw in them a remarkable likeness
! of Christ whom they served.
What was it in these two disci-
pies that reminded the Council
of Christ? It was not the char
acteristics which we probably
feel the most prominent-love,
holiness, humbleness, faith, gen.
tleness, kindness. 1t was their
boldness which caused them to
take knowledge of them, that they
had been with Jesus.
Peter and John were leaders in
the early church not merely be-
cause of intellectual ability. but
also because of certain qualities
of character. First of all they
were bold, brave, courageous fol-
lowers of Christ. They did not
consider the possible infliction of
punishment on their physical
bodies nor did they consider the
possible privation due to their
bold declaration of faith in Christ
and loyalty to Him. These men
had real manliness, that is, ten
der sympathy, love, gentleness,
humility, courtesy, combined
with courageous stand for truth
and the right. Obedience was the
key word of their lives. They
obeyed the word of God with alb
solute disregard to consequences.
When commanded by the author
tiles of their day not to teach in
the name of Jesus, the apostles
answered and said, 1--WE ought
to obey God rather than man"
! The only problem faces by these
men Of God was simply to know
the will of God. They were loyal
to truth, to right, to duty, to God
regardless of consequences. 1t was
never a question of temporary
safety or advantage with them.
Such problems as safety, expedi-
! ency, popularity, material profit
has very little place in the life of
spiritual leaders.
In the second place, we note
that these two apostles were ir-
repressible. They could not but
speak that which they had seen
and heard. Their knowledge of
God in Christ Jesus was SO won
derful and was such good news
they simply had to tell it to ev-
erybody.
The other characteristic to be
mentioned is their persistence.
4 Persistence is nothing more than
keeping on keeping on. This is
about the only way to succeed IN
many given fields of endeavor.
If these early disciples had not
continued their faithful preach
ing and teaching in the name of
Jesus there would have been a
different story to relate about
the gospel. Most of us fail at a
given task because we give up
and Quit too soon.
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JOHN G.. LANIER

John G. Lan1er, son Of Mrs
Elizabeth Lanier and the late w.
G. Lanier, was born September
26, 1882 and departed this life
February 81, 1913, making his
stay on earth go years, 4 months
and % days. Surviving are the
widow, who was before marriage,
Miss Hattie Kate Billipps, and the
following children: Howard, Nor
folk, Va; Cecil, Coalwood, w.
Va; Billy and Clifford, Panama
Canal Zone; and Pauline, Coal
wood, w. Va; his mother, Mrs
Elizabeth Lanier; his sisters: Mrs.
]. c. Atwood, Scottville; Mrs. F.
M. Phipps, Nathan's Creek; Mrs.
M. F. Stanley, Berwin, w. Va.s
and Mrs. V. w. Hash, Mohegan,
w. Va, and three grandchildren.
He protested a hope in Christ
and joined the Methodist church
at Thorp, w. Va, and lived a
Christian until death. He leaves
a weeping mother, a widow and
children and host of relatives
and friends to mourn. We hope
that our loss is his eternal gain.
I heard a voice from heaven say
ing unto me, BLESSED are the
dead which die in the Lord from
henceforth, Yea, saith the spirit
that they may rest from their la
bors and works.. He is gone, but
will not be forgotten.
Written by request,
Elder w. H. Handy
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In Memoria1n
ROY HOWELL


Roy was a Christian, so sincere
and brave,
It broke our heart to see him
lowered in the grave.
But his sacred life will always
live on,
And not for minute will we
consider him gone.
His kindly deeds and smiling face
Will beckon us on to that heav-
emily place.
He was a soldier at home, and a
soldier afar.
In heaven, we're sure he has
many bright stars.
We believe that God wanted to
preserve his life,
So he took him out of all pain
and strife.
He must be happy now; he's net
so many friends,
And never will they have to
part again.
We will remember Roy with ten
der love,
AS we too, seek that home
above.
Written in honor of Pvt
Robert Lee Roy Howell.
By Pansey Ashley.
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IF you hear hard things of me,
unbelievable things, will you
trust me? Will you believe IN
me?" he demanded passionately
"Can you believe in me, PAM"
It was the first time he had
spoken her name thus, and she
was touched by it. It had a new
sound on his lips, he made it a
symbol of love-the love he could
not claim.
"rll believe in you'll" she smiled
back bravely, but her eyes were
wet with tears; she suddenly saw
his hands again and now she UNI
derstood-they were the hands OF
a prisoner, knotted with work.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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zy22s j EXQH8QlIIf 1g
" by Mary lmloy Taylor nSM21

4
of her face, the dark hair and her
red lips. She seemed almost a
child-he wanted to take her in
his arms. But, sitting there, with
the conventional tea-table be-
tween them, he told her the sim
pie truth about his meeting with
Landon and Banks, and the wag-
er.
81 was nothing but a shabby
imposter, even my names false,
he said bitterly.E'I don't reserve to
be spoken to. 1t burns me up with
shame. I made a vow I wouldn't
come back here under false pre-
lenses. I was going away when
you met me the other day. You
ought to refuse to speak to mel
She seemed to consider this, for
she said nothing for a while, and
her silence hurt him; it brought
his misdemeanor home to him.
She did not think him fit to speak
to! He studied her profile; she had
averted her face, and it seemed to
him that he found something
stern and resolute in it that he
had not seen before.
II can't understand, she said
in a low voice, "why man like
you should come here like that!
To let yourself be well, be
brought here on a wager"
His face crimsoned; she saw his
strong hands clench and I'M
clench; the veins stood out on
them. ITO make you understand
that I'd have to tell you the story
of my life" he replied hoarsely,
''the whole story!"
He was leaning forward now,
his elbows on his knees, and his
face worked as he stared into the
fire. The fire that was to have
been the neart of his welcome!
There was silence; she could
hear his breath come hard.
She had waited a long time.
"Yes?" she said at last, gravely,
interrogatively.
He Strengthened up, his haggard
eyes met hers. "My God, - l
can't do that!' he cried brokenly;
I'm a coward-I can't do that!'
But she was silent, waiting 1t
seemed to him that the whole
room-growing dim in its corners
with the early winter twilight -
was full of strange shadoWy
forms-also waiting! The girls
quiet attitude, the curve of her
cheek turned toward him, gave
no hint of the turmoil in her own
mind. She recalled-too wildly
Fosdick's attitude, his lean old
black-clad shoulders, turned on
the younger man, the biting
mockery of his tone when he re-
peated the name, Byram," false
name, as she knew now. She was
shaken with dismay, yet his very
presence there appealed to her,
reassuring her belief in him. He
was so big. so wholesome, so hon
est looking! It was impossible
that there was anything behind
it all that could change him utter
ly.
What is your NAME" she ask
ed him, in low voice, watching
him.
He lifted his head. Would this
end it? Would she know at once?
Mark Grant," he replied slow
ly, letting the two words drop in
to the silence. Then he turned and
looked at her She did not know!
How could she? It was fifteen
years ago! The relief of her ig-
norance made his heart leap; she
did not recoil, she did not look
abhorance at him, the name
meant nothing to her. She was
still concerned with the wager.
Il can't see how you came to
do it," she repeated. "Teddy
Banks" her gesture was dis
dainful-"and Landon, 1 know
them! But you"
| IF it will help you to under
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CHAPTER TX

Pam had ordered her little tea
table carried into the library. She
rarely made tea there unless Bur-
Lesson asked it, but today he was
out and the great fireplace tempt
ed her. It was a gray day and the
leap of the fire would be like the
heart of welcome - warm and
bright. Besides, she loved the Ii
brary itself, especially when the
logs burned there. The flame
light touched here and there on a
bit of brass or a fine old ivory.
There was a mellowness Of tones
in book-bindings, in the one or
two rare old prints, that made
the place so restful. The wide
windows looked across a city
park; she could absolutely
glimpse the sky, and today it was
adrift with cloud-mists. It was
nearly five o'clock. She had bare
ly time to give a few more dainty
touches to her tea-table. She had
a slender vase of flowers; she
shifted it from one place to anoth-
er, then her eye caught the glim-
mer of the green jade god on her
uncle's library table. The sight
OF it recalled his face yesterday,
the sudden red streak between
his brows; she stood an instant
looking at the curious little green
image, its uncanny, elfish face,
its pointed beard, green as sea-
weed, its perfect hands. It squat
ted as an Oriental god should,
and the light from the fire gleam-
ed on its bald jade head. Sud-
denly fancy seized her; she lifted
it and put it gently down on her
table beside the flowers It squat
ed there like a toad, and it SEEM
ed to her like it grinned up at
her. She felt like snatching it
off again, then she laughed at
herself.
Uncle can lend it to me for an
hour anyway" she thought, and
glancing again at the clock, for
got it
Mark was coming! Her heart
was beating; in spite of herself
she felt a tremor of uneasiness.
She tried to thrust out disturbing
thoughts, but old Fosdick's man
ner, his treatment of the man,
had been $3.50 disconcerting!
She was a little disturbed still,
though her eyes were shining,
when there was a stir in the hall,
the lifting of a portiere, a new
voice, and then the tall man with
the level eyes.
She held out frank hand. I'm
so glad you could come" she said;
81 thought it might be hard for
you to find the time"
He took her hand and held it,
looking down into her eyes.
Its been a thousand times
harder to stay away" he replied
simply, land I've tried-I never
meant to come here again!"
She gave him a questioning
look; the freight caught her face
and showed it ivory pale.
II don't know what you mean,
but you'll tell me-" she breathed
softly.
81 came to tell YOU"
"Sit down then. let me give you
a cup Of tea," her voice faltered.
She moved to her place behind
the table, trying to hide her eyes
from him.
moi" he said quickly.
Suddenly, impulsively, she put
her hand out and touched his arm.
1T can't be as bad as that
and I'm your friend!" she assured
him sweetly.
He caught her hand and kissed
it passionately; then he let it
drop and folded his arms.
I'm not fit to do that" he said
harshly, Give played a part"
AS he spoke he looked around
The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1943-05-06

On January l, 1912 there were
6O,377,O0O hogs on U. S. farms.
1t is estimated that the 1913 pig
crop may total 100000 as COM
pared with 1O5,OOO,OOO last year.
Some body better grow some ex-
ira feed.
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T. w. Pennington of the Lit
tie Laurel Creek community is
doing some good tile drainage
work in his bottoms. This land
will be used to help meet the
1943 war goal.
The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1943-05-06

Buy "War Stamp A Day" for
Victory!
The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1943-05-06

Contour strips were layed off
for J. c. Little, v. A. Lewis and
E. J. Brown during the past week
by the Soil Conservation Dis
trict.
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Conservation
Farming News
BY ]. T. McLAURIN

Fred Coward has completed
planting his 5000 white pine seed
lings. Trees not planted should
be done so as soon as possible,
and all effort turned to the pro-
duction of food and feed.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1943-07-24
ADVENT CHRISTIAN

Morning worship, 1890.
Organ Prelude
Coronation: "All Hail the Power of
Jesus Name"
Invocation Gord's Prayer)
Gloria Patri: "Glory Be to the
Father"
Responsive Reading: Psalm No. 8
Hymn. ITO Thee, My God and
Saviour
Word of God
Pastoral Prayer CResponse)
Offertory
Announcements
Hymn, 1--WE Are Voy'gers on an
Ocean"
Sermon: End of series, Triumph of
the Church"
Hymn. ION the Happy, Golden
Shore"
Benediction
Organ Postlude, Leon Corliss.
Choir rehearsal at 10 a. m. Direc-
Tor CorlisS
Appointments
Church school at 11:45. Supt. j..
Corkindale.
Quarterly business meeting of
Church Tuesday, 7:45 p. m.
w. H. F. M. meet at Corkindale's
Thursday at p. m.
Next Sunday. 3rd Of series, "Tri-
umph of the Church"
Sound films, Faith Triumphant"
s. s. next Sunday.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1943-07-24

gotten service to their country. Not
being trained as police or law en-
forcement officers, however, they
were at times over jealous. In the
chaotic war hysteria of those STIR
ring days, they may have added to
the confusion, when they might
have used their position to quiet
fears and prejudices.
For much of that confusion, we
may perhaps blame our own mex
perience. We were totally unpre-
pared for the first World War.
Questions of sabotage, espionage,
how to deal with alien enemies,
had never troubled us before. The
lack or organization to handle such
emergencies was evident within our
own governmental machinery.
AGENCIES OVERLAPPED
There were nearly a score of sep
arate bureaus and agencies all try
ing to Go the same things and get
ting into each others way. Often,
the agents of two or three law en-
forcement offices of the federal
government, and possibly local po-
lice officers as well, might be found
working on different angles of the
same case, none knowing what the
others might be doing. 1t was out
of that confusian that much
of our war hysteria came, leading in
some cases to persecution of inno-
cent people and actual lynchings and
of aliens with pronounced
enemy sympathies.
From our mistakes of that other
war, we learned. In the years be-
tween the wars we we're gradually
up the efficiency of our po-
lice methods.
Instead of some 20 police organ
The Waterbury Democrat., 1943-07-24
WAVE OFFICER
WINS ESTEEM
OF 21.MAN STAFF
BY ANN MEREDITH
United Press Staff Correspondent

New Orleans, July "a. UP)-
"She's all right"
In civilian language that's not
much Of a compliment. Coming,
however, from sailors who for the
first time are taking orders from
woman officer, it's the accolade.
Ensign Catherine Bender of the
New Orleans Naval Air Station de-
serves that praise, her associates
say. AS the first WAVE to take
charge of U. S. Navy office, she's
climbed over enough stumbling
blocks to merit a bouquet or two
Ensign Bender has broken Navy
traditions with cheerful vigor. She
is doing one of the most important
jobs non combat service has to
offer: Cooling and DECIDING all gov
eminent dispatches. AS replace
ment for a full lieutenant, ordered
to sea duty, she heads staff Of 81
War-toughened enlisted men. She's
on call "A hours a day. seven days
week, and the calls are usually
made. In spite of skeptical higher
ups and antagonistic old liners,
she's come out on Top.
Not Too Formal
Miss Bender's new office is now
functioning smoothly as Navy
big gun. And as effectively. From
8 a. m. till 5-or 7 or II p. m.-the
vital young brunette, trim in her
WAVE uniform, checks dispatches,
draws up reports, adds new code
messages to the highly-confidentlai
information locked in the great safe
near her desk. Enlisted men rap
quietly at the door, approximately
one a minute. They deliver mes
sages or ask respectful questions.
She answers them, smiling.
81 don't think WAVE officer
can. or should, hold too tightly to
strict Navy discipline We are wom-
en-, and they like us better, and re-
spect us as much, If we smile ana
ask about their families. or girls"
She sounds at least so as she eX-
nlains her theory. Which is one OF
the great reasons for her success.
Attractive, enthusiastic and in
formal, Ensign Bender has never
theless completely mastered the
WAVE technique of office imper-
sonality.
Most Interesting job
Another success secret is her
challenging enthusiasm. Her pres
ent position she ascribes to luck
but she bubbles with energy, telling
about it.
"In the first place, I was lucky
to be sent back to my home, here
In New Orleans. Second, they as
signed me to a naval air station.
which was exactly what I wanted
I was an airline hostess before l
enlisted. and I have a pilots IL
cense. Third, instead of being SEN
fenced to routine, I'm doing the
most interesting job I've ever found.
"Only one thing worries me.
Lately I've been hearing too many
people say the WAVES aren't
treated fairIy-that they can't get
worthwhile jobs, because of preju-
dice. I only hope those people hear
about this job"