Even though I have heard the story repeated many times, I am always amused when my parents recall a particular gentleman who once lived near the Newry mill village just outside of Seneca, South Carolina. A widower, the spry, old man was the subject of much gossip in the late 1950s/early 1960s. It seems that he had developed a special affinity for courting younger women. Someone curiously approached him one day and inquired why he chose young ladies over those closer to his age. Helping the nosy, busybody see the situation in a whole new perspective, the old man defensively replied, "I'd rather smell perfume than liniment any day!"