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SHINER GAZETTE, SHINER, TEXAS
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!N WASHINGTON
WALTER SHEAD, WNU Correspondent
High Costs Hit Ail
This reporter believes that
the most rabid Republican or
the most partisan Democrat
Will admit that the high cost
of living is hurting the Amer-
ican people and is the most dom-
J Inant domestic issue in this cam
paign, -:
There'is no family, rich or poor,
that is not feeling the impact of the
Unreasonable or unconscionable
prices the people must pay for
. whatever they buy, necessities or
Np luxuries.. There is no denying the
tact that millions in the lower in-
come brackets are exhausting their
savings and cashing in their war
bonds to pay for the daily cost of
living.
There also is the undeniable fact
that insofar as the American peo-
ple are concerned the time has gone
by for recriminations, for “who
done it” investigations or for cast-
s Ing about for who is to blame for
the inflationary spiral in which the
people are enmeshed.
The unescapable conclusion is
that those most vitally affected
either by action or inaction of
the special session of the 80th
congress are the large masses
of the people in the home towns,
on the farms, in the factories
and offices and particularly
those with fixed incomes.
The President of the United States
has charged that the American peo-
ple “cannot risk the danger or suf-
, » fer the hardship of another eight
months of doing nothing about high
prices.” It appears that the only
answer to that charge can come
from the people at the polls next
November.
The Republican leadership in con-
gress has charged, along with Gov-
ernor Dewey and his campaign
' manager, that the President’s ex-
cuse for this special session of con-
gress was “solely a political ma-
^neuver in the campaign for his own
W reelection.” The only realistic an-
swer to that also must come from
the people at the polls next Novem-
ber.
Whether or not the President’s
program would indeed lower the
living costs, of course, is a debat-
able ' question but it at least is a
positive program of action. Ap-
parently the Republican leadership
has decided that inaction is the
answer. .
* * *
Changing Senate Rule
Just for the sake of the record
|Bnd to correct a widespread belief
*in a fallacy, any rule of the senate
may be changed by a simple ma-
> jority vote. The Republicans have
a majority in the senate.
So the Republicans could by a
simple majority vote of their
membership change the two-
thirds rule to establish a cloture
and limit debate. •
Thus, instead of using it as a
strategic move to prevent action
on anything, had the GOP wished
to pass the civil rights program
they could have killed off a filibus-
ter at any time they wished. This
Ite^reporter verified this fact with the
parliamentarian of the senate.
* * *
In most groceries nowadays you buy
oranges, bananas or other commodi-
ties by the pound instead of by the
dozen or by the bushel. So a campaign
is under way, sponsored by the Amer-
ican Feed Manufacturers association of
Chicago, to change grain buying and
selling methods from a bushel basis to
a hundred-weight basis.
* * *
Different Story
Charles P. Howard, a Negro pub-
lisher of Des Moines, Iowa, and
keynoter of the Wallace third party
a convention at Philadelphia, for the
~first time experiencing “human dig-
nity,” spent that time in castigat-
ing the President of the United
States, Gov. Thomas Dewey of New
York and other leaders of both
; . political parties.
While most of these charges
1 were false, Howard should re-
member that although he brand-
ed his own country as a land fcf
terror and near slavery and
Russia as a land of freedom,
had he been a Russian speaking
in Russia instead of an Amer-
ican speaking in an American
city, he would have been shot or
by this time well into Siberia as
a slave in the salt mines.
Game, Other Rules
Foreign diplomats were amazed
at the stony hostility with which the
President was greeted when he
made his personal appearance to
deliver his message to the special
session. These foreigners cannot un-
derstand the American way of play-
i ing politics. In any other country
failure of the Truman program be-
fore congress would have meant
the fall of the government. But de-
spite political mud-slinging, there
is no politics in the danger of war.
SYNOPSIS
The loss ol their family fortune is ac-
cepted stoically by the Bristol family,
including Professor Bristol, invalid ar-
cheologist; his daughter, Rosemary, and
Simmons, a family “fixture,” The only
property salvaged is Peppertree Inn, a
Southern California hotel. To settle their
dilemma, the Bristols move to California
to operate the inn, with Kent Standish,
Rosemary’s childhood sweetheart, plan-
ning to follow later as manager. They
are elated at first sight of the inn. Boh
Elliot, who has been managing the inn
temporarily, explains an innkeeper’s
problems to Rosemary that night; next
morning they find a baby abandoned
on the doorstep.
CHAPTER VII
• —T- ■
When the baby finally was quieted,
Bob said handsomely; “That was a
mighty bright idea of yours, Gra-
hame!”
“All my ideas are bright. "Whose
baby is this?”
Bob explained the situation. “I
suppose I should call the police?”
he suggested doubtfully.
“Oh, no! It’s such a young baby,”
Rosemary protested. “Let’s wait
till Hetty comes. She’ll know what
to do about it.”
That was the beginning of one of
the most strenuous days Rosemary
Bristol ever spent.
“Look here,” said Bob, coming up
to the table where she was having
breakfast with Ellen Carter. “You’ll
have to take over for the day, I’m
afraid. I’ve got to go to Los An-
geles. It’s important or I wouldn’t
leave you, especially on Friday.”
“Why especially on Friday?”
“The dance tonight. You’ll be in
charge of it, you know. Hetty will
see to the food and Hal will do his
best~-it’s mighty poor at that!—but
all sorts of things will come up.”
“I’ll help,” Ellen promised. “What
did Hetty do with the baby?”
“Oh, the mother came and got it.
Seems she started off for Las Vegas
early this morning. Her boy friend
objected to the baby so she thought
it was a good idea to leave it here.
He gave a melodramatic flourish of
his hand. “Mother love triumphed
over romance and she hitch-hiked
back and claimed her child. It’s a
boy, by the way; and there was a
supply of bottles at the bottom of
the basket if we’d only thought to
look.”
Rosemary still looked apprehen-
sive. “Do you have to be gone all
day? Couldn’t you get back by din-
ner time?”
“I’ll do well if I get here before
tomorrow,” he assured her. “Noth-
ing can go very wrong in one day
and you have Len to show you the
ropes. I’m off now. Good luck!
Rosemary looked after him
thoughtfully. “There’s one person
who’ll be glad when Kent Standish
gets here. How Bob does hate this
inn!”
“Not the inn, just managing it.
He loathes settling fights and order-
ing supplies and being at every-
body’s beck and call. He’s crazy
about his orchards. He likes being
outdoors all day, and making six
avocados grow where two lemons
grew before, and talking to his men
Here somebody is always asking sil-
ly questions, or trying to flirt with
him, or complaining about some
trifle.” Ellen shrugged her shoulders.
“He’s got the devil’s own temper,
you know. It’s been hard for him
to hang onto it here.”
“Bob has a temper?”
“A frightful' one. He used to get
absolutely speechless with rage when
he was a child. He’s learned to con-
trol it pretty well now but there are
still times. . . . There’s a little vein
in his left temple,” Ellen went on re-
flectively. “I always watch it when
I think he’s getting angry. If you
ever see it swell and throb, run for
your life!”
Rosemary Solves
First Problems
“I can’t believe it. He seems so
kind, so good-natured.”
“That’s an understatement. Bob
has the disposition of an angel most
of the time. It’s just that certain
things make him furious.”
What sort of things?” Rosemary
asked apprehensively.
“Oh, unfairness and cruelty to the
under dog—the sort of behavior that
upsets most decent men. Bob blows
up like a tropical storm, that’s all.
It’s something to remember. I’ve
seen him angry once or twice. I’d
hate to be the person who makes
him so.”
Hetty Bunce was the first to de-
mand her attention when she left
the dining-room.
“About them chickens, Miss Bris-
tol,” she began, stopping the girl in
the hall.
“What chickens?”
“For the salad tonight. I always
use chickens from the Cramer folks
but they just called up and said
their truck’s broke and they don’t
have nobody to send in.”
“Then we’ll have to send out to the
farm, I should think.”
“Who?” asked the cook simply.
“Hal’s got to tend office. Mr. Bob
made that clear to him this morn-
ing. I can’t spare either of the two
boys. It’s Friday, you know.”
“Send a taxi then.”
“Way out to the Cramer , farm?
It’s twelve miles. Think of the cost!
Ellen joined them. “What’s twelve
miles?”
Hetty explained about the chick-
ens and Len offered to go for them
in her car. “If you’ll go with me,”
she added to Rosemary. J
“I’d love to but I suppose I’d bet-
ter stick around and manage the inn.
You heard what Bob said to me at
breakfast.”
“Hetty can boss the place till we
get back. It won’t take long.”
It was a heavenly morning and
both girls so enjoyed the ride that
they extended it, not returning to
the inn until after eleven o’clock.
The telephone was ringing and there
was no one in the lobby.
“I knew I shouldn’t have gone,”
exclaimed Rosemary. “Hello!”
It was a Mr. Wilkerson calling
from Pasadena to see if he could
have five bedrooms over the week-
end. She premised them recklessly
without knowing what vacancies
there would be.
“Where’s Hal?” she demanded,
going out to the kitchen.
“He got sick and went home.”
“Where’s young Elliot?” inquired I
a severe voice.
“Oh, good afternoon, Mrs. Halver-
son! Mr. Elliot’s in Los Angeles to-
“And remember, the guest is al-
ways right even if he wants to set
the place on fire.”
day. Is there anything I can do for
you?”
“You!” snapped the woman. “Of
course not! But somebody’s got to
do something and do it quick! I
have one of my worst headaches
and it’s imperative I have absolute
quiet. The doctor has told me so
again and again. ‘Mrs. Halverson,’
he always says, ‘with a sensitiveness
like yours quiet is the main thing.
I can’t answer for the conse-
quences,’ he says, ‘if you don’t have
quiet when these headaches come
on.’ That’s exactly what he told
me—those are his exact words.”
“Something is disturbing you?”
Rosemary spoke sympathetically.
This was the lady who had tan-
trums, she remembered.
“It’s that old Mrs. Hale next door
to me. She’s deaf as a post.”
“But how does /that—Qh, I See!
She has callers and they—”
“One caller but she might just as
well be a brass band. It’s her
granddaughter. She comes every
Friday afternoon and she laughs and
yells; absolutely screams to make
the old lady hear. She’s a rude
piece, too; the girl, I mean. I rapped
on the wall and told her about my
head and she told me to go soak
it!” Her own voice was rising om-
inously, she was clasping and un-
clasping her hands. If it wasn’t a
tantrum coming on, the girl thought,
it was something equally unpleas-
ant.
‘Would you like to change your
room?” she asked. “I can give
you a pleasant one on the other
side where I’m sure it will be quiet-
er.”
‘That’s close to the ocean. The
waves keep me awake at night.”
‘Then in back?”
'And be roused at dawn by the
milkman?”
“Perhaps the granddaughter has
left by now.”
“No, it’s Friday. She stays until
after the dance. That’s why she
comes.”
Baby to Dance
In Single Day
Rosemary had an inspiration.
“What would Mr. Elliot do about
it if he were here?”
‘He’d ask\’em both down here for
tea.”
Rosemary seized the telephone
and ten minutes later Mrs. Hale
and her granddaughter were con-
tentedly sipping their tea.
For the next two hours dinner
reservations poured in in a steady
stream. At five o’clock she counted
them and was appalled at their num-
ber. Could Hetty and her assistant
handle that many? Was there food
enough to see them through? What
about dishes, and the waitresses, and
the capacity of the dining-room?
Panic.-stricken, she fled to the kitch-
en and told her troubles to Mrs.
Bunce. j
“Yeah, I know. It’s always like
this on Friday. Sunday, too. Don’t
worry. Everything’ll be fine.” She
worry. Everything’ll be fine.”
Dinner was eaten from a tray on
the desk. The telephone seemed
never to stop ringing. The orchestra
arrived from Los Angeles. Guests
began to enter the lobby. A mes-
senger boy came in with a telegram.
“One more hour of this and I’ll
have a tantrum myself,” thought
Rosemary, clutching her curls.
“Aren’t you going to dress for the
dance?” Ellen appeared in a demure
gown of white chiffon, long-sleeved
and backless.
Rosemary said grimly: “All the
dancing I’m likely to do tonight is
between the door and the telephone.
Is there always such a jam as this?”
“Always. These Friday nights are
popular in these parts. I expect
you’ll have to have the dining-room
cleared too. Looks like a large eve-
ning.”
It was a very large evening. Rose-
mary doubled in the parts of hostess
and manager. She sought out part-
ners for wallflowers even while she
kept an alert eye on a boisterous
group which kept pleading aloud for
“a welkin. We want to make it
ring!” She went personally to soothe
the nervous fears of Number Four-
teen that she smelled smoke. She
answered the telephone. She prom-
ised dances for next Friday night to
six men, one after another. She
helped serve the supper when one
of the waitresses turned her ankle.
She found smelling salts for a lady
who had turned faint.
At twenty minutes past six she
crawled into bed, convinced for all
time that inn-managing was one of
the major industries, requiring tact,
superhuman patience and well-de-
veloped muscle.
‘And so you see,” Rosemary
said firmly, “you’ll simply have to
stay on here till Kent comes. One
more day like yesterday and I’d be
crazy or ill, or both.” >
Bob frowned thoughtfully. “But
every day doesn’t begin with a baby
and end with a dance,” he protested.
‘ Of course there’s a dance every
Friday but that was the first baby
we’ve had left us; and next Friday
I’ll be here.”
Maybe, ’ was the skeptical an-
swer. “You pever know, do you?
This running two businesses isn’t so
good.”
“You’re perfectly right! That’s
why I m rather keen to leave the
inn. Haven’t you heard from this
Standish fellow yet?”
She shook her head. “I can’t un-
derstand it! I wired him yesterday.'
Ill surely have an answer today
But look, Bob! Here it’s, four
o’clock in the afternoon and I’m just
up. Even so I don’t feel as if I’d
been to bed at all. Caq’t we get
some help before next Friday? Who-
ever is to manage the inn perma-
nently, we need a clerk. Have you
tried to get one?”
Telegram Brings
News of Kent
Have 1 tried! Girl, I’ve spent
hours interviewing possible Merks
and housekeepers. Hetty’s doing
fine but it s not fair to give her so
much responsibility. I haven’t been
able to find the right woman yet.
As for the clerk, I tried out a couple
the first few days I was here. Mrs.
Halverson baffled ’em both.”
“I don’t wonder! That woman!
You said you’d tell me the secret of
managing her. I got along yester-
day by asking her what you did in
that particular emergency but
what’s your general rule? Give her
everything she wants at no matter
what cost?”
“I’m afraid I bragged a bit about
the Halverson,” he admitted.
There have been occasions when
I thought I was going to have to
call out the reserves. As a matter
of fact, I did call her doctor. He
says her heart s in bad shape and
she mustn’t be excited. I told him
she did all the exciting herself but
you know how doctors are. She be-
longs in a hospital, or a nursing
home, or something.”
“I should say so! Why don’t we
throw her out?”
“Can’t. I asked the Judge. She
could sue us, and she would! She’d
revel in the publicity. No, we just
have to coast along and deal with
her tantrums as they come. Maybe
your K. Standish will know how to
handle her.”
“He will,” was the confident reply
“He’s wonderful about managing
people. Except his mother,” she
added thoughtfully. “Bob, you will
stick around till he .comes? And
hire a lot of people: a clerk—even
if he can’t cope with Mrs. Halver-
son, he can answer the telephone! —
and a housekeeper, an extra wait-
ress or two . . . this inn’s frightfully
short-handed.”
“It’s a little short of money, too,”
he reminded her. “It costs like fury
to run a place like this and as the
Judge wrote your father, the last
manager just about cleaned you—us
—out. However, I’ll see what can
be done.”
Rosemary was at dinner when
Mrs. Standish’s wire came.
KENT SLIGHTLY INJURED IN
MOTOR ACCIDENT STOP HAS
NOT WRITTEN BECAUSE OF
BROKEN ARM STOP SENDS
LOVE AND'INSISTS HE WILL BE
WITH YOU SOON STOP DONT
WORRY ITS NOT SERIOUS.--STOP
AM WRITING EDITH STANDISH
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Q.Phillipr jr
wnnet
SALESMANSHIP IS DEAD
Speakers at a national conven-
tion of salesmanship executives
declared that the sellers’ market
is over and that salesmanship, now
at its lowest ebb, must devise new
techniques. Lowest ebb is an under-
statement. Salesmanship, in the
eyes of the customer, has become
not only dead but mummified. In
the period of shortages and wide
customer demand the average
salesman has ceased to function,
except in the manner of a deep-
freeze unit.
_*_
It has become an exploit similar
to a polar dash to approach the
fellow who was supposed to be in-
terested in selling something.
_*_
The customer's greatest need in
contacting a salesman has been
proper defrosting equipment.
*
It has been years since we
saw a clerk or salesman in
many fields smile, register inter-
est or show half of 1 per cent po-
liteness toward the buyer. We
have frequently had our lower
extremities frozen on the- trip
from the store or agency en-
trance to the salesman’s desk.
_*_
The old-fashioned American sales-
man who used to spring to his feet
when a customer appeared, extend
the glad hand, show a keen desire
to be of service and cultivate good
will or bust has largely disap-
peared.
_*_
We can remember away back
when, even if the staff had no stock
on hand, it never greeted a cus-
tomer with that “less than the
dust beneath my chariot wheels”
manner, and when every salesman
or clerk realized that there was no
percentage in making a customer
feel that a visit to a salesroom or
store was like a trip through the
icepack.
_*_
Too many salesmen today
don’t even bother to show rou-
tine civility. They have de-
veloped complete indifference
to a high art. They give you the
old “This is all so unnecessary,
and annoying” look if you ask
more than two questions of 10
words each. They give you the
definite feeling that you are in-
dulging in a futile dialogue in
an Eskimo igloo.
_*_;
The other day we went to an
auto salesroom back home and
found even the head of the com-
pany giving an over-all demonstra-
tion of how to freeze the prospec-
tive buyer in three simple lessons.
He was on the floor supposedly as-
sisting, and at the moment talking
listlessly with a prospect. We drew
near and awaited our turn. The
gent walked off to a far corner
without as much as an “Excuse me.
I’ll be with you in a moment.”
_*_
Up to this time we had assumed
that at least the boss knew the fun-
damental rules of holding customer
good will.
• • *
TRANSFER OF DUROCHER
It was obvious that Mel Ott
couldn’t stand up^ against Leo
Durocher: He was using catchers
for catchers.
_*_
Many good gags have followed the
Durocher incident but we liked Walker
Cooper's "All catchers out for infield
practice, boys!” when his team got the
news.
_*_
How to score the Durocher play
puzzles us, but we would be in-
clined to say that he slid from first
in Brooklyn to second in New York
but was called out by Rickey for
failing to touch Brooklyn bridge.
* * *
"Supreme Court Justice Murray
Hearn, president of the Brooklyn
council for social planning, said
the outbreak of juvenile crime
constitutes an emergency in which
it is essential to enlist the help of
every citizen.”—News item.
_*_
What! No dismissal of the
situation with a denunciation of
the parents and schools?
* * *
Fashion experts say that skimpi-
ness in bathing suits has gone the
limit and that a “new look” cos-
tume soon will appear, which may
include a return to the bloomers,
blouse and stockings milady used
to wear at the beach. This will ag-
gravate traffic. Think of the
crowds that would be drawn to the
beaches by the sight of women
with clothes on.
* * *
Charges of communistic control
of store unions in New York are
growing by the hour. We now hear
that to all queries how to reach a
department, the information clerk
says, “Just keep bearing to the
left all the way.”
And Ima Dodo insists she went
to the hardware department for a
hammer and was told she couldn’t
hafVe >bhe unless she 'tdbk a sickle.
War is war. And so is peace.
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shown here is a fresh, youthful
Version. The slanted closing on the
blouse is accented with a bright
novelty button and the peplum
flares out neatly above a slim
skirt.
Pattern No. 8293 comes in sizes 12, 14,
16, 18 and 20. Size 14, 4 yards of 39-inch.
»
LJERE is a graceful afternoon
1 style for the woman of slightly
larger figure. Note the soft yoke
treatment, the flattering gored
skirt. You can have brief sleeves,
or a longer length, if you wish.
Pattern No. 8336 is for sizes 34, 36, 38,
40, 42, 44, 46 and 48. Size 36, short
sleeves, 4y2 yards of 39-inch.
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When you run out of hair curlers
use the little wires from around
the tops of milk bottles.
— o—
Three ounces of peroxide in two
gallons of water will change yel-
lowing woolens back to their orig-
inal whiteness.
—•— '
To take the excess electricity
out of a taffeta dress, try steam-
ing it in the bathroom.
—•—
The handiest way to remove
paint spatters from tile is to wipe
them away with a cloth dipped in
nail polish remover.
•—■
If the ticking of your alarm clock
is too noisy, set it on a blotter or
piece of felt.
—•—
This helps keep mosquitoes away
from your bed: five drops of spirits
of camphor on a lump of sugar
placed on your nightstand.
—«—
When you hang slacks out to dry
turn them inside out and pin them
to the line by the pockets. It will
avoid getting them out of shape.
—•—
Use cold water first on egg
stains. Hot water may “set” the
stain.
To make plate rails so that
dishes will stand safely, nail a flat-
type curtain rod along the back
of the shelf and stand the plates
behind it.
— ©—
The patent-leather covering on
heels can be prevented from
cracking if you coat it with color-
less nail polish.
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II
Married Women
Earning More
For the first time in history mar-
ried women outnumber single wo-
men with paying jobs, according to
Paul C. Glick of the U. S. bureau of
census.
Since 1940, Glick says, there has
been a 50 per cent increase in the
working wives labor force. Today,
the husband is the sole provider in
only three fifths of the husband and
wife household.
“Five sixths of the married wo-
men working have either no depen-
dent children in the home or chil-
dren of school age only,” Glick ex-
plains. Glick believes this means the
advance of the standards of family
living.
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Lane, Ella E. The Shiner Gazette (Shiner, Tex.), Vol. 54, No. 35, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 26, 1948, newspaper, August 26, 1948; Shiner, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1148079/m1/3/?q=%22%22~1: accessed July 15, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Shiner Public Library.