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“ The New StetenMirf
There has beet, a lot of c rr.nicni
'lately upon '"the new Sic •When
•the editorial writers, featurt writer.-
coiurr, rusts, and radi- comm* r.ta: r- use
that tern. the’, are tab • >• a'' us t> *r.
the substance of what ne .-a;. - and the
way ii. whier. he .says ;t The main point
they rr.ak»- .s that he is rrmr* aggressive,
that he r.a- substituted ’■• ingratiat
ing approaches and the i.y rsus attack
of the familiar office-seeker for the
polite. dignified manner tr.at character
■ • . mpaigning f r ear* ag<
His visit to New York ( ity last Sun
day reported thus in Times, was a
good demons Tati or. of the change:
“Adia. E. Stevenson walked up Fifth
Avenue to church yesterday morning,
posed tirelessly with state and local
politicians, spoke at Palisades Amuse
ment Pars, and took a rid*, on a ferris
wheel. This was the ‘new’ Adlai Stev
enson, the one with the angry words;
like ‘fatuous’ and ‘perfidy’ to hurl at
his opponents. This time, obviously, he
is: eschewing the role of an egghead
under glass. He is a flesh-and-blood
campaigner with a ready hand to shake.
“Not that he has lost his; way with
words. Hjs tongue can still fleck a fly
speck off a philosophical target at fifty
, feet, but he is going out of his way to
1 make hand-to-hand contact with Joe
Smith. . . .Photographers urged him
into a ferris wheel where he posed with
two children. He took two turns on the
w;hee!. . . .As: he had twice the night be
fore, Mr. Stevenson paused purposeful
ly in his coming and going to walk over
to bvstanding crowds; and shake hands.”
The most comprehensive comparison
that J have seen of the Stevenson of
3932 and the Stevenson of 1*956 is the
article in the New York Times Maga
zine by Cabell Phillips, the famous
writer on politics, about a recent trip
, he made with the candidate.
“Quite a 'lot of moonshine has been
uttered of late about ‘the new' Steven
son’,” he writes, “leading, some to the
impression that he has become a sort
of Ivy League Frank Skeffington, slap
ping backs, kissing babies, and spout
ing solemnly in words; of not more than
two syllables. No such bogus trans
formation has: taken place."
Phillips: makes; it plain throughout
the article that he is an admirer of
Stevenson’s. J doubt if an impartial
commentator would give the Demo
cratic candidate such a complete ex
culpation from the charge that in his
appeals, to the voters he has; forsaken
moderation and dignity and is: resorting
to the old-time shabby approaches. The
passage J have quoted from the report
of his; vis;it to New York seems to re
fute Phillips.
A different picture from Phillips’s
is the one offered by Frank Kent,
another famous writer on politics, in his
column, “The Great Game of Politics,”
in the Baltimore Hun. Jn reading this
bear in mind Kent’s bias; he is con
siderably more hostile to Stevenson
than Phillips is friendly toward him.
“For the last three weeks,” he writes,
“Stevenson has been tearing around the
country lambasting the Eisenhower Ad
ministration, bellowing about Mr. Eisen
hower’s ‘betrayal’ of the people, assert
ing that his only concern is with ‘big
business,’ that all the promises he
made in 1952 have been violated; that
nothing has been done in either the
domestic or foreign field that has been
right; that his advisers and aides are
all ‘enefoies of the people,’ and there is
nothing to admire in him at all. All of
this, of course, is legitimate enough in
the ordinary politician and candidate.
It is the sort of stuff that surprises
no one coming from the Truman type,
from such persons as Chairman Paul
Butler, or Mr. Walter Reuther, the labor
boss, or from Gov. Frank Clement of
Tennessee, the unrivaled keynoter in
Chicago.
“But it is distinctly out of character
for the Mr. Stevenson who has been
depicted by his friends. They have pro
trayed him as a lofty-minded 'moderate.*
far above the persona! abuse of the
average politician and determined n t
to descend from the ‘high plane' de
scribed b\ his journal ini' adorers as
ms nabitua) living level. His public
utterances, and especially his sponsored
propaganda output, since his nomina
tion are :r. conflict with this idea. Ac
tual. y. there is no real difference be
tween them and the usual •. it operative,
demagogic eioquence of the lower
bracket political candidates.
“If this is the ‘new Stevenson’ pro
ciaimed b) his press agent.- while it is
certain v different fr >n tn* Stevenson
*.f 1952. it certainly is no .m; rovement.’’
Tr..s .- too t rough. K* r:t is guilty
■ ■ : • that • • • arg<
against rtf enson, a’ ne.--. Hthl,
ther* i- n uch truth in wr.at ne says.
Four years ago Steven.-o; won the ad
m.rati of ever;.body w : v. a.- capable
of rising above blind partisan,-hip by
his restrained and fair-minded .dis
cussion of the issues. H< appealed to
the .r.telligence of the voter- in-tead of
to their s* Ifish desires. Now he is going
back and forth througr th* country
pro;; -ing them all manner - f benefit
if he is e.e\ted and, in effect, accusing
his opponent's; of lack el integrity and
patriotism. This may win him votes;
unfortunately there is a large element
of the population that likes this kind
of campaigning. But there must certain
ly be many people to whom it is s;ad
dening. Change the pronoun in the title
Goldsmith’s play from feminine to
masculine and you have the right title
for Stevenson’s campaign: “He Stoops
to Conquer.”
When a Gardener's Legs Begin to Tire
It seems that the Chinese like their
gardens small. No doubt this is well
known to many of my readers but I
did not know it till yesterday. J learned
it from the column which Walter Prich
ard Eaton, one of our Chapel Hill
winter residents, contributes weekly to
his neighboring journal, the Berkshire
Fagle of Pittsfield, Massachusetts.
I enjoyed reading about what a friend
of his, a homecoming traveler, had told
him about Chinese gardens,. but my
chief interest was in what this led up
to; namely, his report upon his own
career as a gardener;
“J have painfully discovered in recent
years that if you plant the ordinary
kind of garden acceptable in this coun -
try, far from bringing you happiness
all your life there comes a time when
it brings you sharp distress. Jt brings
you distress because you can no longer
take proper care of it. You have to sit
by helpless.
“The wise Oriental in a small enclosed
space by his dwelling plants a few
things that will endure and each in its
season give its color —flowering trees,
shrubs, a wistaria vine hanging jf pos
sible over water, and if plants are used
they are in pots. 'There are no expanses
of lawn. The secret of its charm is in
the initial design and the limited use
of slow growing and enduring material.
Even after the designer gets too old
to w'ork he can probably hope to em
ploy one man to do the simple chores
required. He doesn’t have to employ
40 men to keep the place manicured,
as used to be the case, so they say, on
one of the Lenox estates.
“Perennial borders; tulip beds; iris
beds; beds of annuals; lawns, lawns,
lawns; weeds, weeds, weeds, in the beds,
in the lawns. Always a never-ending,
never-won battle. When you are on the
sunny side of 60, it may be furi, this
battle. It may bring you great happi
ness when all your phlox is the proper
color, when all your delphiniums an;
free of disease, when there is no rust
on your hollyhocks, no weeds in your
roses, and color everywhere. But if all
this depends on you, there is little joy
in it when your breath gets scant, when
your legs begin to tire, and when if you
squat down to pull weeds you can’t get
up again. Jf you want to be happy
all your life with a garden, either pro
vide yourself with a large income or die
young.
“Well, there is one other way. Build
your house on an elevation in the Berk
shires, let the wild flowers, daisies, gold
enrod, asters, or the cropped pasture
come up to your terrace, and let the
view be your garden—the valley stretch-
THE CHAPEL HILL WEEKLY
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From Our Files
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5 Years, Aco
Wilham B Vn-.i-uad of Dur
ham, former Representative in
Congress and former U. S.
Senator, has announced his
candidac? ‘ r Governor.
](s f ear* Ago
A . f -he Durham plumb
ers employed or. the housing
ce*.«k pm*.-;.; f r veteran*, out
.: the wooas south of the Uni
ff the
. ' Monday n.'-r.ir.g because
the ;. urn: .: g contractor would
ho; ra.se the pay above the
level fixed : y me Government.
‘Football far* from all over
tb* state v,... ;>< here today to
see tr.e u-.ve::.ng of Charlie
Just.'e in a ramifieid of such
promising pe rs rmers as Ho
se* Rodg*rs tr.-c Jack Fitch,”
write- Ja».‘ Wade, the Univer
sity's New Bureau's new
sports publicist.
T> Years Ago
J Mary or of
Oiapel ii .1 *** elected gov
ernor of tne GaroJinas Dis
trict of .K.uu- - International
this week. >
Strang, a • -ray seem, the
footba.. fa- a?'--' here are
being <*?',;•<• • get their tic
kets early ••* >• expect to
have a g o'. • at the U'r -
ver s'it.vY op*• r ;r. g football
game Hat..;da;. September HO,
wth Ler r Rhyne
Perverse Human Animal
(Charlotte Observer )
The tjjrnar a’ .rr.al is a per
verse creature who can never
let w,-ii enough alone. He
brews tea, a bitter drink, and
puts lemon juice in it to make
it Eour, then puts sugar in it
to make it sweet. It's hot when
it’s poured, but he puts ice in
it to make it cold.
He builds a house with plen
ty of windows to Jet in light
ar.d air, then covers them with
curtains so that no light or air
car, enter.
Or he puts a picture window
where there is no picture ex
cept the traffic on an ugly
street. That’s not enough. He
sometimes puts two picture
windows in his living room, on
opposite walls, so that pass
ers-by can look right through
the Jiving room.
The picture is now on the in
side, plainly visible from the
street, where he who runs may
chortle Jn such a house
8. Cobb’s goldfish bow! would,
by comparison, represent se
clusion.
It becomes necessary to buy
costly draw curtains to shut
off this vista, or to replace the
plate glass with this one-way
glass and be sure it is put in
the right way. As a last resort
the householder can plant a
fast growing, rank-growing li
gustrum iri front of the win
dow so that in four years no
body can see in or out, and the
living room becomes as dark
as a tomb.
Then he will go outside and
chop this growth down, call a
bricklayer, and have himself
walled in like Fortunato in
“The flask of Amontillado."
His loving helpmeet has her
problems, too. Bhe has a choice
of a dozen kinds of curtains,
hut none are suitable for these
particular windows. She must
get a fabric that harmonizes
with rugs;, walls, upholstery,
and furniture finish and even
“picks up” her own costume
for the day. Thus she creates
more alternatives than the
Sunday crossroad contest puz
zle and seems perpetually
about to break under the
strain.
The log cabin involved no
such perplexities. Maybe that’s
the reason many who can af
ford it build log cabins on the
river or in the mountains
where they can live in peace
without being harassed by the
requisites of the- laboratory of
design that the modern city
house has become.
A new Hungarian peach
tastes like an almond, and if
it supersedes the ordinary kind,
then we suppose some horti
culturist will have to develop
an almond that tastes like
a peach.—Toronto Star
ing out to the far hills, the forested
slopes of a mountain with an upland
pasture flung like a green shawl over
its shoulder. That will bring happiness
to your old age and no pain to your
aged joints. ;
“Os course, nobody can guarantee
that a new turnpike won’t come along
and plow right through the middle of
your prospect.”
My legs have begun to tire and my
breath to get scant, too, like Mr. Eaton’s,
but luckily these assaults of ad
vancing age have not distressed me in
the way they do him. The reason for
this is a simple one: somebody else
instead of me has done the gardening
on our place. I have been an admiring
spectator of her digging, planting,
- 1 Like Chapel Hilljggm
7 m Wicker of the Winston-Salem Journal and
Sentinel -;>■ ke op new? pictures at the News and Feature
Writers Conference here last Saturday, and his cata
loging of types of news pictures was excellent.
I'm g dng to tell you—not as entertainingly as he
aid. h* wever—the types, and the next time you pick up
your new .-paper, look at the pictures , and amuse your
self by cataloging them according to the following sev
en type?:
1. Tne two-standing-and three-sitting. That’s just
v,r.af it says: any picture of two people standing be
hind three who are seated.
2. The two and three column handshake. In two
columns, it's two people shaking hand-. In three col
umn- a beaming face is behind them.
3. Tne mob scene. That’s a picture of more than
eign* persons, or of everybody at the meeting, the con
vention. the train, or the game.
4. The official greeting. That's the shot of two
about to shake hands but their hands haven't
met.
5. Beauty and the Blossom. That's the spring,
n mer. autumn, and winter picture of a girl peering
thr gh blossoms, or autumn leaves, or playing in the
sand or snow.
0. To the v ictor- be!or.g~t4*e -poi!-. That’- the photo
graph of the directorate of a church, club, or almost
ar.yt.oing smiling becaus* they’ve heard a good
r*-p* rt or elected officers.
7 Finally, the Kitten and the Gap. They are all the
* ’• ■mu pictures plus babies in baseball cap- or
an;, tr.er drooling pose.
h h n *
Fnacher” June Smith poked hi head into the
bar.ver -hop and asked Bud Perry:
Heard about the -.hoe factory burning down? I-gist
3 0,000 soles.”
* H » *
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A,, the politics going around now reminds me of
the story of two farmers discussing a candidate’s
speech.
“He made a right good speech in favor of us farm
er-., didn’t he?” said one.
“Yep,” said the other. “But an hour’s rain would
havo done .more good.”
Chapel Hill Chaff
(Continued from page 1)
hadn’t believed in those days that bats were covered
with lice. I have been told since that this is a slander,
that there- art; not as many lice on a whole flock of
bats as: there are on a spaniel or terrier that is a con
stantly caressed member of the household.
I hadn’t thought of bats or heard the word bats
mentioned for a long time till one day last week when
my neighbor, Mrs. Robert H. Wettach, whose home is
on lower Cameron Avenue opposite Battle Park, told rne
of an experience- she had had with them.
Occasionally for years the family had seen a bat,
sometimes two or three at once, in the house. How they
got in was a question that aroused curiosity, but after
flying around a little while they would disappear and
since they didn’t do anybody any harm the Wettach
policy as to bats was simply: let ’em alone.
Then one evening this: last July, when Mrs. \V*-t
--tach and h*-r daughter Helen Jane were sitting out
on the lawn they saw a bat, come out of a tiny crack
between the chimney and the side of the house at
about the level of the second story ceiling. A few seconds
later they were amazed to see a column of bats; come
streaming out of the same crack.
How many therc- wer*- was only a guess. But the
next evening they mad*- a count' and th<- number was
101. And it was, the same the third evening. Watching
the exodus day after day, they noticed that it came
regularly at 20 minutes to H o’clock and that it was
always begun by on*- bat Hying alone. He seemed to
be coming ahead to look around to make sure whether
or not th<- surrounding atmosphere was sab- for a flight
of hats. Why it shouldn't he J can’t imagine, but bats
have their own good reasons for being cautious.
Now, while tin- Wettachs had no objection to an
occasional bat or even two or three bats in their house,
they didn’t like the idea of housing jx-rnrianentiy 101.
I he lirst move toward getting rid of them was an
ascent to the attic one morning by Mr. Wettach for the
purpose of reconnaissance. When he turned his flash
light upward and waved the shaft of light around he
saw the hats hanging heads down from the rafters and
the sloping roof. They made no hostile sign but they
had a baleful, menacing look.
A few minutes after he came downstairs he said
to Mrs. Wettach: “Pm going up to the Library,” She
didn’t know what he was talking about and he explained:
“I’ve been reading about bats in our encyclopedia but
it hasn’t got enough about ’em.”
He made three trips to the University Library for
no other purpose than to read up on bats, lie learned
a lot of facts about ’em that if he had ever known
before he had forgotten. He came across books and
articles on vampire bats, the suckers of human blood
pruning, and so on, and 1 have ad
mired her beautiful flowers. Pangs of
conscience, if they have troubled me
about my not sharing in her toil, have
been only a fleeting and fragile emo
tion. In the course of several weeks
they cause me to take no more exertion
than to move the light plastic hose from
one spot to another or snip off a few
strands of bamboo or honeysuckle
that hang too low over the path. But
wait—there is one exeption to my lack
of enthusiasm about work in yard and
garden. We have an apple tree and I
delight in gathering the fruit from it.
This is because of anticipation. J know
the fruit will be made into apple sauce
for me—and made by somebody else
than myself.—L. G.
•' IT
On ihv Toirn
By Chuck Hauser
1 AM NOT A RABID INTEGRATIONIST.
Neither am I a rabid segregationist.
I believe that compulsory segregation is legally
and morally indefensible.
At the same time I believe that, left to their own
devices, the great majority ~f members of the two
major races in the South would prefer to live and go to
school with their own people.
I don't think the Pearsall Plan will contribute much
to delay integration of the schools in North Carolina,
and I think it will seriously injure the school system
in some parts of the state before it is finally declared %
unconstitutional.**
I believe Governor Hodges’ original proposals on
“voluntary segregation” mack* to the 1955 General As
sembly would have been largely endorsed by members
of both races, with the probable exception of some
scattered school transfers to test the good faith of the
8 1 <x ta.
I think the people of North Carolina will deeply
regret the decision they made in eliminating the pro
vision in their constitution which required the state to
operate a system of free public schools. They will begin
to fee) this regret after the Pearsall Plan has been con
signed to the judicial garbage can, and alter they have
had a chance to digest the fact that they have set their
school system back 50 years and delayed ultimate in
tegration not 50 minutes.
When J u-e the term “integration,” I am implying
.-omething entirely different from the meaning attached
to the word bv the white supremacists. When I speak
of integration coming to North Carolina J am speaking
of the 'lay when the laws and actions of the state comply
with the S ipreme Court’s-rulings against compulsory
segregation.
II the state of North Carolina would accept the
principle- ol integration, it need not fear any widespread
mixing of th*- races in the schools for many decades
to come. But to too many North Carolinians, “integra
tion” is a dirty word. “A little integration,” they say,
“is: like being a little bit pregnant.” Which is probably
the most irrelevant argument in the history of mankind.
Governor Hodges and Attorney-General Rodman
may have kidded themselves into believing the Pearsall (m
Plan meets the requirements of the United States Con- **
stitution and the Supreme Court's segregation rulings.
But I doubt it.
The federal courts will not be fooled by the Pearsall
Plan. They will look behind the wording and point to the
basic, incontrovertible fact that the Pearsall Plan was
designed with one goal, and one goal only, in mind: to
circumvent the Supreme Court rulings and retain the
segregated status of. the schools.
If North Carolina were to abolish its legal sanc
tions against integration and permit even a few trans
fers from the schools of one race to the schools of
the other race, the courts would firmly approve almost
any plan the state wished to put into effect, e. g., a
plan to screen applicants for transfers by the use of JQ
tests to make sure they would not lower the standards
of the schools involved.
All that the federal courts ask is that the states
show good faith and a minimum amount of progress.
But North Carolina apparently would prefer to
wreck her fine public school system instead.
And the final outcome will be the same either way.
which figure evilly in literature, but soon satisfied I
himself that these were a different species from the bats
h<- had seen in his attic.
At the Library Mr. Wettach got more pleasure
from reading about bats than knowledge about how to
*-xpel them from a home. When he had completed his
researches he decided to attack his problem by simple
methods that he had practiced, or that friends now
told him about, for the extermination or /expulsion of
unwelcome animal life.
hirst he trie«i formaldehyde candles, setting them
on stools and chairs and boxes and old trunks. They
burned several days without bothering the bats at all.
1 hen h<- built a platform under where the hats hung
Jrorn rafters arid roof; placed upon it a pan of liquid
from which deadly fumes would arise; set an electric
fan to blowing so that it would carry the fumes to the
bats; and withdrew to await the result.
J he result was that the bats had such a distaste
for the spray that they flew away and have never crime
back. 19
* * * *
Mrs. Benjamin Lacy was 9<> years old on Monday
of ths week, September 10. tine of the happiest incidents
of a visit we made to Raleigh a few days ago was the
smiling and animated welcome she gave us when we
called at her home on Peace street. She looks so delicate
that I could almost imagine her floating around in the
air like a fairy queen. She uses a "walker” to get around
the house but in her conversation she is completely
self-acting. Her mind is as alert, and her comments on
jieople and affairs are as understanding, as when J
first knew her thirty-five years ago. My wife has known
her for sixty years.
I found her seated on a sofa by a window that looks
out on Peace Institute of which her father, the Rever
end Mr. Burwell, was the first president eighty years
ago. (It has been renamed Peace College but we both
like the old name better.) Together we looked out at
the grove of beautiful oaks and beneath them the grace
ful brick building, and we joined in expressing sad Jp
thoughts at the decision to abolish Peace in the process ™
of a merger of the Presbyterian colleges in North Car
olina. But Mrs. I>acy has better ways to occupy her
mind than to mourn about changes. She keeps a radio
beside her and she told me of how she had been listen
ing for hours every day to the reports of the two politi
cal conventions.
HOME OF CHOICE CHARCOAL BROILED HICKORY SMOKED
STEAKS—FLAMING BHISKEBAB—BUFFET EVERY SUNDAY
Friday, September 14, 1956