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The Franklin times. (Louisburg, N.C.) 1870-current, December 04, 1969, Image 4

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The Fr&i|ife Times ???'? Tw?t4?v A ThUr?4?v $?*??*? Alt 0? P/?MhlM Cmtmty Your Award Winning County Newspaper LOCAL EDITORIAL COMMENT Fine Young Men At a time- when most of the world's ills are being placed at the feet of the teenager; when long-bearded young boys are getting the play newswise; when there are demonstrations, dis ruptions and general disorder, especi ally now at some of our high schools across the country, it is pleasing to see a sight such as was witnessed here Wednesday nicjht. It was a time for celebration. It was the annua) gathering of the elite of the Franklin Area Conference football players. Twenty-two young men met here to receive their gold football, symbolizing that each- in the game of football- was one of the very best. They were well dressed. Their hair longer perhaps, than older men would wear- -was nevertheless groomed and neat. Their language was that of young gentlemen and each at the calling of his name marched-shoulders straight--up to the rostum to shake hands with the Conference President and received his congratulations and the coveted footbafl. Back home, there were more. Other members of their teams, who for one reason or another did not make. the all-star group, but fine young men nevertheless. It has always seemed to us that a young man who plays on a team regardless of the sport involved or even to his ability to play well, reaps a reward which lasts him a lifetime. Seldom indeed does a member of a team choose to embarrass his team mates or coaches or school with the things that have marked too many young men and women in the past few years. We congratulate the members of the All Conference team and their fellow teammates. We're proud of them- -not only for their performance on the gridiron, but more so because they are the fine young gentlemen they are. When this country's fate is passed into the hands of the likes of these young men, there seems little need to worry about the future. Lottery Is Fairer Very few things please everyone in the world, but the new lottery method of determining the order of drafting young men for military ser vice should please most of those facing such service. . ? .. . . , ... Naturally, a reluctant young male whose birthdate was drawn near the top cannot be overjoyed at his lot, but it certainly is fairer, by far, than the old method of selection. Young men just out of high school, facing the full brunt of adult life have in the past had to sweat out the draft until they were 26 years old or marri ed or turned dovyn. The new law eliminates this seven-year sweat. Now, these young adults face a single year during which time, they are subject to be drafted. Barring a national emergency, once they clear the 19-year-old hurdle, a man is free to pursue his career. This is the best way. Even those who will be called must agree. And seemingly, it frees local Selective Service Boards from the unpleasant task of actually choosing which men will go and which men will stay home. It may not be perfect. Few things are. But the new law is far better than the old. SINCE VOLUNTEER PILOTS FORMED CIVIL AIR. ^ PATROL ZD VEARS AGO TO HUNT NAZI SUBS, C.A.P. HAS COME A LONG WAY! C.A.P, AUX. U.S. AIR FORCE, INSTRUCTS C.A.P CADETSj ASSISTS WITH Air searc-h AND RES CUB AND OTHER EMERGEN CIES/ i NOT C.A.P. CAPETS WILL BECOME SPACE-PILOTS ?? MANV WILL BECOME ACROSPACe SPECIALISTS IN AMERICA'S SPACEl A6E AIR POWER! <SALUT? TO CAP's . (pcouarmsy ANMl/EKSARy pffOAS rhjn* CHICAGO TK, 9. SWUM 'jack -MS'Zl This one could be converted into a hundred and four ?choolhouses ? how many would youra make?' THE SEASON FOR HEROES JOHN J. SYNOm This, it seems, is the sea son for heroes. Every morn ing I see the heroes, one every hundred yards or so, in their store-bought red caps, canvas coats, their sea-green cover alls, and buckshot shells all over; Pretorian guards, to the man. These are the deer hunters, the last of the brave frontiers men. There they are, yapping dogs and all, and I despise them every one. Hunting deer with dogs. This is sport? Good Lord, deliver me! About 400 yards from my rural Virginia home there is a road that runs a hair-pin course around a wooded area. Ours is deer country and that particular bit of low ground is a favorite haunt of the soft eyed, gliding beauties. And wdl the accoutred heroes know It. So, each fall at about this time, they come from God knows where, surround the place, send in their dogs and await the appearance of the frantic White TaSs, and in time, it is Bang! Bang! Bang! And away limps another deer, trailing blood and entrails. Drat it, another miss. Well, no matter-put the dogs through again. What manner of people are these, anyway? I have tried to fathom them and I cant. It may be I am wrong; I confess there are chinks in my logic, but to my mind such people as I describe seem to me to approach the sadistic. The harmless beasts they kill dont have a chance for life. And the only risk these "sportsmen" run is that of a self-inflicted wound or a round of buckshot from their spangled neighbor, waiting CAP Marks 28th Anniversary Civil Air Patrol, the civilian all-volunteer auxiliary of the U S. Air Force, marks its 28th anniversary on December 1, 1969. To all members of the Franklin County unit of this hard-work ing and dedicated organization we extend our heartiest congratulations.' For some 28 years now this community has been extremely fortunate to have in its midst a band of dedicated citizens who maintain a constant vigil of readiness to help their fellow citizens by flying search and rescue minions throughout the nation, cooperating with Civil Defense agencies at all levels of city, county, state and federal government in national emergency training, and flying mercy missions to relieve people and communities stricken by floods, hurricanes and other natural disasters. ? *? Civil Air Patrol was organized during the dark days of World War II, when our shipping lanes ware being harrassed by marauding enemy submarines. Volunteers, both man and woman, licensed pilots and aircraft owners, voluntarily gave of their time, their services and their aircraft to patrol America's coastlines. C.A.P. pilots flew more than 24 million miles during this period and were credited with having bombed 27 U-boats or radioed the Army or Navy to make the attack. In fulfilling other World War II missions, C.A.P. personnel flew more than 500,000 hours. These WWI I air operations claimed 64 lives of the C.A.P. membership. C A P. hat not rattad on Its tplandid racord. In tha intarvaning vaart, It hat grown and davaiopad Into ? highly organized, efficient and potant toroa. Today, It* tralnad and competent pilot* rtand raady to fly Inatant taarch and raacua mlttlont; its natlonwlda communication! network of mora than 17,000 itatlona and taama of ground cr?w? with aoma 3,000 turfaee vehiclet all stand raady for call to duty. Tha organization I* unrlvaiad In ita aaroapaca education program. Soma 8,000 cedett and tanior mamban wara actlva In tha tumnpr encamp mantt and tpaclal actlvltiaa thia yaar. Eighty -eix cadatt and tanior mambart wara ewarded grants and aehoterrfilpe during tha yaar with a total dollar valua axcaading $41,000. During 1060, CAP. ichadulad 137 Aarotpac a Education Workthopa at varlout coiiagat and univertltlet throughout tha natk>aind mora than 20,000 taachart parttcl P*?d. r At thit tplandld organization antart It* 20th yaar of valuabla tarvfce to humanity, wa Join with all citlzant In a heertfelt taiuta and axtand to tha mambart our sincere co n<r etui at lore, and My wa ara proud to hava a C.A.P. unit In our community. and dozing there on his soft drink crate. And I could wish that risk were higher than it is; much higher. I say there are chinks in my logic because my feeling toward duck hunters, while one of disapproval, is not nearly so intense. I don't real ly know why I fed different ly unless it is that ducks, seemingly, have a chance, a slight chance. So, I may be wrong about hunting deer with dogs. But 1 dont think I am. Right or wrong, I have a suggestion for the likes of these nimrods. And if they will take it, I will doff my hat to them. Let them choose up sides and hunt each other. "Hut, Old Boy, would be sport. And the way I figure It, if they would follow my sug gestion, next year there would be only half as many sag-bellied, over-and-under heroes and twice as many deer. And the year after, a quarter as many, and so on. And soon we would have no hunters at all and plenty of deer, and that would be the way I would likejt. Why, I even see women out there, sitting and shiver ing on egg crates, waiting to shoot a benign creature. And what I would like to do is rip a slat off one of those crates and put it to good use. I'd warm them. But It would have to be a very broad and a very thick slat to get the job done. One evening, last fall, my wife and I were returned honn when the lights of our car disclosed a beautiful buck sprawled beside the road, gasping its life away, hind quarters torn to buckshot bits. It must have been then for hours, thrashing so. I thought to myself then, and I think It now, there are some things In this world I shall never do. One such thing can be stated: I shall never shoot at a deer. Where the SPCA la I dont know, and these maimed animals all over the place. COME w T0 ^ THINK OF IT..." by frank count I thought it was a simple statement. I didn't Know how much trouble such a little thing was gonna cause. All I said was I needed a new pair of britches. Actually, I'd rather have a new pair of overalls but the boys got so they frown on wearing overalls to the store meetings. They done this ever since Creech Gooch com'e South wearing pants with a belt. He didn't even have the decency to wear suspenders. "Frank Count", the little woman said and I knowed she won't gonna approve. She ain't never been in favor a nothing if said "Frank Count" , first. "You good for nothing bum", she continu ed-fact is she didn't really stop and she seldom does "You don't a bit more need a new pair a britches than a 'coon dog needs butter milk. You al ways figuring a ^ way to spend -. money". "I do so need a new pair britches", I said talking back. "These I got got a tear in them. They're wore out. And there's a rip and I gotta have a new pair." "Well, you ain't gitting none", she said. "Them britches been good enough for pa for years and they was good as new when he give 'em to you. That's good material. You can't buy pants like that no more." "Well, I might be able to git by a few more days, if 1 could git you to sew up the rip. It's right embarrassing and beside that cold breeze ain't doing my feelings no good." "I ain't sewing no britches. I got to go git my hair combed", she said. "Git your hair combed, woman. What ails you? You can sew up that rip and then git your hair combed. I can't be going around with part of me showing through my britches. Specially that part that's showing where they're ripped. Sew 'em up now or at least soon's you git back". "I ain't about too," she said. "I might mess up my nails. Youll just have to make do. You might git a new pair for Christmas. I'll thiiUt about It. Santa Claus might bring you a pair. Ha. 11a mm always tias one for humor Christmas. Ha Ha. Wonder what she thinks I can wear 'til Christmas. Well, since I aint never paid no attention to what she says anyway, I didnt this time. I headed for the store. I didn't want none of the old models like Rob sold, so 1 headed for the store in town. "I want to buy a pair of britches," I told the clerk. He said to follow him and 1 did. "Would you like some of our preCh rist mas specials or would you prefer some of our latest models?" Well, I wanted to git some good ones, I told him. I wanted some with a rtrong seat so's the wagon wouldn't wear 'em out so quick. "What's the difference?" I asked. "This pile here is on special sale", he said, "They're all new but they're a little out of style. They're marked down and they'll make a wonderful Christmas present." "I aint planning to give them to nobody", I said, "I plan to wear them myaelf How much are then blue ones?" "They're a real bargain. They're only $29 95 while on sale They're marked down from $39.95. 1 sold my brother-in-law a pair just like these yesterday." m Well, I won't exactly carried away with his bargains. And I cared even less for his brother-in-law. I k no wed right off he was a nut. $39.95 britches for $29.95. No wonder the world is in such a mess. Aint nobody making no profit nowadays, having to cut the price of their stuff so much to 'Sell it. "Then", he said, "over here, we have our last chance before Christmas pile of pants. They make a lovely gift. We, of courae, can't alter them at these prices and we certainly cant guarantee them, but, of courae, you understand all that." "Yea, sir. How much is that blue pair?" "Let's aee. We've marked these down so low 1 hesitate to My the price so loud. Ah, here It is. These are only $33.33. It's almost like stealing them, isnt It? We'd have to get a little more, but It's getting close to Christmas and we don't want to get caught with them after Christmas-maybe I shouldn't have said that, but I like to be honest with my customers. Can I gift wrap them for you?" "Naw, thank you. I think 111 Just mosey on home. If britches la that valuable, I think ID paint my underwear and git a few more days out of these. But, Merry Christmas to you anyway." The Fra$?jNn Times Established 1870 - Published Tuesdays & Thursdays by ? The Franklin Times. Inc. Blckett Blvd. Dial UY6-3283 Loulsburg. N. C. CLINT FULLER, Managing Editor ELIZABETH JOHNSON, Business Manager NATIONAL EDITORIAL ASSOCIATION IMS Advertising Rates Upon Request SUBSCRIPTION RATES In North Carolina: Out of State: On* Year. |4.M; Sbt Months, 12.88 One Year, $6.80; Six Months, $4 00 Three Months, 12.00 Three Months, $8,50 Entered as second dais mill matter and poitige psM it the Post Oflkc si Loutabutg, N t, 27549

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