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Page TWO THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 1960 ILOT Southern Pines North Carolina “In taking over The Pilot no changes are contemplated. We will try to keep this a good paper. We will try to make a little money for all concerned. Wherever there seems to be an occasion to use our influence for the public good we will try to do it. And we will treat everybody alike.”—James Boyd, May 23, 1941.y Neglect at Carthage: Who’s Responsible? A case tried in Moore County Record er’s Court at Carthage on Monday reveal ed shocking neglect of a prisoner in the Moore County jail and flagrant disregard for orders and recommendations made by the judge of the court. Details of the case appear in a news story elsewhere in today’s Pilot. This is the background: On August 8, a 49-year-old man was tried in the Carth age court on non-support charges and was sentenced to six months in jail. It was ordered by the judge (and so written by him in the court’s docket book) that the man be examined by the authorized coun ty physician or doctor employed by the county to examine prisoners, before being assigned to work, and if considered able to work that he be assigned to the state highways. (The prisoner’s physical afflic tion was arthritis). Also, in the judgment. Judge Rowe had written that “the court recommends that the defendant be given treatment for alcoholics if he can be ac cepted at any such hospital.” What happened? From August 8, when the sentence was pronounced and the or ders and rcommendation given, the man stayed in the Moore County jail and was not examined or questioned by any doc tor. Neither was any attention paid as to the recommendation for treatment for al coholism, although it should have been apparent to any official dealing with the case that this was the most important part of the judgment—the part offering the most constructive solution for both the defendant and the State. Irked and puzzled when the man was brought before him Monday, with the in formation that he had not been examined as directed. Judge Rowe had little alter native except to free him, suspending his sentence on payment of the court costs, allowing him to return to a job he said he had, and directing him to make weekly support payments to his family. If this ends the trouble, judging from whaf us ually happens in such cases, it will be a miracle. Judge Rowe quite frequently directs that defendants sent to the county jail be given physical or mental examinations. One wonders whether the orders in other cases have been as grossly ignored as in the case that, came up Monday (and came up then probably only because relatives of the man came to Carthage to try to find out what had become of him). Whether a physician was not called or whether one or more was called and neg lected or refused to examine the prisoner are matters that should be determined. But as noted in these columns last week in connection with the neglected require ment that every prisoner admitted to the jail receive a physical examination, this is a matter for the county commissioners to investigate, along with the need for a county medical exaininer to work in co operation with the coroner, plus a general examination of the coroner’s office. If the county commissioners will not take the responsibility for such an investi gation, who will? It has been several weeks since irregularities in the coroner’s office were pointed out by the grand jury, yet, to our knowledge, the commissioners have taken no action. Possibly the matter of what happened in the case that was revealed Monday should first be investigated by the grand jury, along with other cases in which physicians have neglected or refused to come to the jail when asked. This much is clear. Much as the county commissioners might wish to ignore the possibility of skeletons in some of their official closets, they can no longer, in good conscience, avoid the facts. It’s time they Started opening doors. Get Rid of UN? What Stupidity! With the sudden crisis in the United Nations, that amazing enclave ■ on the shores of the East River, the city of New York has been placed under a fearful strain. Crowded to bursting with the add ed influx of uncouth and rough-acting people—many of them really bad actors— New York has gotten nervy and fed-up. it is perhaps not to be wondered at, but to see it, to sense tl|e hint of panic in such a highly sophisticated and hard-boiled people is profoundly disturbing. Much of it is caused by the sirens screaming, heralding the arrivals and departures, with full police escort, of some of the bad actors, the roar of motorcycles, the shrill ing of police whistles, the sight of the thousands of patrolmen, massed around ' the hotels of the V.I.Ps, and, the realiza tion that, with practically all the police force concentrated in one area, the rest is left virtually unguarded. But it is more than that. New Yorkers have reacted with anger, with indignation, and in a spirit of curiously arrogant ignorance. This attitude toward the current UN crisis, and the attack by the Russians, has been dismaying. While the official re sponse is, of course, in line with the Presi dent’s fine defense of the international organization, in New York the people’s attitude has been, too often, almost in line with the Soviet position. On every side in that city last week, one heard the phrase: “We ought to get the whole thing out of our country.” And if the conversation continued one would hear: “We ought never to have had it here, anyway,” and (from some) “Who wants those bums over here? We ought to serld them packing!” Apparently quite unaware of the fear ful potential of the mounting crisis, un aware, even, that they were parroting the Soviet demands, people, right and left, were talking dangerous nonsense, talking it loud and long. And being listend to. These people, and they were of every walk in life, seemed to have no knowledge of past history as regards the United Na tions. Or they seemed not to care that this country, so responsible for the founding of the international organization, had wel comed its decision to locate in the United States, had offered the site, had been proud and eager to do its part, at that time, in estaWishing it on firm founda tions of friendship and support. All they seemed to want, now, was to get rid of it as quickly as possible, with not a thought of the vacuum this would leave and of the vastly more dangerous chaos such a move would create. It is admittedly hard to be objective and keep calm right in the midst of such a sit uation, but actually it was not the ele ment of fear in the reaction of many New Yorkers that was so disturbing. Rather it was the stupidity, the arrogant ignorance and stupidity. Get rid of the UN? Do what the Russians say they want to do? Stop meeting and talking in the halls of that towering building on the East River and each one go it alone? The very thought brings a shudder. It is up to the rest of this great nation, the people who live in those vast stretches, from the Atlantic to the Pacific from Canada to the Gulf, to reassure New York and doubters in other parts. It will take more than Mr. K’s fulminations and Castro’s rumbles in Harlem to drive the snirit of internationalism from these shores. Newspapers are often accused of print ing only bad news. Actually careful sur veys of news coverage by the press have shown that the good news far outweighs the bad in the amount of space it receives. It is only just to point out, that, after all, the newspaper does not make news. If the news is mostly bad then that is what the reader will find predominating in his daily paper or weekly paper. If it is good, then the case is reversed. Unfort unately the fact is that bad news-is almost always more exciting than good news— having to do with earthquakes and fires and shipwrecks and aii^ crashes and crime and Mr. K ... as well as threats of war and nuclear disaster, not to say extinction. So it not only blazons itself wildly across the page but literally forces people to buy the paper and find out what’s coming, or what^s happenfed. In the case of Mr. K’s devastating speech last Friday,- nq great discrimina tion was needed to find those black and scary headlines. They popped up in al most every word. But not quite in every word. To show that it isn’t only bad news that gets into print and that the Russian leader took pains to vary his bad with some good, we reprint several paragraphs Shred of Silver Lining “She’s In Fine Shape And Fm The Man To Repair Her!” Grains of Sand 'WJi '^os/r/o/v y THE KENNEDY-NIXON DEBATES BEGIN An Unprecedented Opportunity First of the television debates between Senator Kennedy and Vice Persident Nixon, the Presi dential candidates, took place Monday night, on domestic policy. The second and third programs, to be presented in news conference format, will follow on October 7 and 13. The final presentation, on October 21, will be devoted to foreign policy. When the debates were being planned, the Christian Science Monitor‘pointed out in an editorial the dangers and advan tages of the debates for both the cadidates and the public. Now that one of the sessions has been held, the editorial, which follows, is of added interest: President Eisenhower has just signed a bill which can decide the election. It can count more than all the measures Congress has been sparring over in the short session. It relieves the TV net works of any legal obligation to provide “equal time” for all can didates—no matter how obscure —seeking the same presidency. Suspending the requirement of the Federal Communications Act permits the completion of plans for a series of TV debates between \ ice-President Nixon and Senator Kennedy. Negotiations as to the time and shape of the proposed debates have been under way for weeks between representatives of the candidates and the networks. It is believed that a series of hourlong programs would be watched by 100,000,000 Ameri cans. It is hoped that these occa sions will center discussion on issues. Even should there be qo meeting on the same platform— after the Lincoln-Douglas pattern —something like a face-to-face meeting is contemplated. This should help. For where misstate ments or personal attacks can be airectly challenged, speakers tend to rely more on reasoned argu ment. One unsettled matter is wheth er there shall be audiences imme- uiately present. (Should the audi ence be neutral? How do you find one?) Another question is wheth er there shall be panelists and questioning of the candidates. Would this help to sharpen con trasting views on great issues? There are manifest—and hid den—dangers for the public as well as for each candidate in any TV debating. Neither quick-wit ted debating skill nor oratorical polish guarantees character or sound leadership. But the “square eye” is remarkably penetrating and perceptive. There is reason to hope that the debates will af ford American voters an unprece dented opportunity to hear issues clarified and to judge the abilities and innermost motives of the can didates. The Ivory-Hunlers What’s that: Adventure fiction? The title of a best seller? Well, yes: in a way. It’s the title that might have been given to excerpts from a letter Pat Stratton receiv ed from her brother, Donald Her ring, up in the wilds of Alaska, where he has been recently em ployed, mapping, by plane and helicopter, oil reserves for his company. Don writes of exciting adven tures that combine the prehistoric with the up-to-)the-minute. “Up here all of us have ‘ivory fever,’ ” he writes. “The boys have hauled a tremendous pile of tusks (mastodoh tusks, Ed.) and are al ways looking for more. Ivory hunting is fun: You fly down a narrow twisting creek, about 50 feet up, everybody straining his eyes. When a tusk is sighted everybody sings out and you cir cle back and land the chopper on a sandbar and all pile out. You dig it out with your geological hammers and load it on the chop per. Somehow,” adds Don, “the pilots, who are always so concern ed about over-loading, never seem to mind when it’s ivory.” Don wrote they found one tusk five feet long, weighing 150 pounds, and another eight feet long weighing 300 pounds. This last one they had to saw up in order to take it aboard the plane. There seems to be more than oil in them thar Alaskan hills. Recipe Colin Spencer of Carthage has always been deeply interested in the Old Times. He is one of the founders of the Moore County Historical Association and owns . the tract in which is located the famous Old Scots Graveyard. Mr. Spencer stepped up a few generations nearer, this summer to send GRAINS a recipe (sent to HIM by Mr. Robert Moore of Danville, Penna.) from the cook book of his (Mr. Moore’s) grand mother, Mrs. McGinnes! The recipe was given to HER by Mrs. Jamds Boyd, the grand- ' mother of this newspaper’s James Boyd. (Are you with us?) (And how come Mr. Moore to know Mr. Spencer and to link ail this up with the cookbook and the grandmothers and the Boyd family? We'd say: because they’re all foresters. Including the original J. B.) Here’s the recipe: and recalling tales of Mrs. Grandma Boyd’s ample proportions and her repu tation as a dispenser of lavish hospitality, we have complete faith this was tops. (At least it was easy.) FROZEN STRAWBERRIES 3 Pints Strawberries cut once 1 Pint Sugar Let stand 2 hours stirring occa sionally Then freeze Repack in freezer and let stand a1 least 2 hours. Seasonal Notes: Birds Making Final Show from his speech which, in the shuddery reactions of the moment, may have ex- caped some readers. ON DISARMAMENT—“In the sphere of disarmament progress has been reached in the year that passed. The new Soviet proposal in many respects meets half-way the position of the Western powers which, as we hope, will facilitate an early agree ment on disarmament.” ON COEXISTENCE—“I will not dis close a secret in saying we entertain no liking for capitalism. But we do not want to foist our system on other countries.” ON GERMANY—“The Soviet. govern ment is prepared to wait a while for the solution of a German peace treaty, to achieve agreement on this treaty at the Summit conference which fhe Soviet Union has proposed be held in a few , months’ time.” • Taken in the context of the rest of the speech, with its outrageous attack on the UN, th^bove may seem mild concessions. How'eyer, compared to former remarks made on each of these subjects, they rep resent striking charfges of opinion. When the clouds are so black, it’s slight ly reassuring to find at least a shred of a silver lining tucked away somewhere. H. W. Kendall, edilor of the Greensboro Daily News, re cently took time off from pondering the condition of the state, the nation and the world to write on a subject that claims the interest of many Sandhills residents: the birds. Here are Mr. Kendall's "seasonal notes": With all the raucousness and intensification of the campaign upon us, a turn to seasonal notes, as fall puts out its first signs and ieelers, ought to have a down right tranquilizing effect. First off. I’d chronicle that this has been a proliferating year for the birds out my way. I thought there were fewer than ever well along into the spring. In fact, I think there were fewer of the fly catcher family, humming birds, vireos and warb lers. One pair of tiny rM-eyed vireos which latched their neat ly woven nest onto a leafy branch so that it was almost indiscer nible, just off the backporch, gave such a fine view of the raising of their family that I could forgive the scarcity. The robins, thrashers, wood thrush and catbirds showed up a little later than usual, doubtless due in some degree to the lateness of the season, but in goodly num bers. For the most part, however, they remained quiet, subdued and obviously busy. As the summer’s end approaches, the increase in bird population is strikingly no ticeable. The new crop of robins, thrashers, catbirds and thrush are literally taking over the place. Mockingbirds must be the bieam of the bird family, as I’ve been fold bream spawn every month of the year save one. How many broods the mockingbirds have hatched in the small trees and shrubbery around our house this season I’d hate to say. But another brood has just come out of a nest by the kitchen Window. Even though they already seem to be as large as their parents, they're still yelling, all a-twitter, for food; and Papa and Mama Mockingbird are hard put to keep the trio’s maws filled and squawks stifled. The Boss of the Household and No More Horseshoe Nail Nutpicks W.E.H. in Sanford Herald C. A. Paul in Greensboro Daily News Sunday, got away back when he recalled the horseshoe nail that was kept for picking walnuts. Been a long, long time since anybody kept a horseshoe nail for that purpose. Yet in the early 1900’s a bright ly burnished hluish horseshoe nail was a must in every household, for hickory nuts, scalybarks and walnuts. Some years later there came on the market nut picking sets. These consisted of a crusher and individual picks. I recall our first one—a set from the dime store for a quarter, replete with six in dividual pickers. It was a mark 6f luxury those days to have a nut cracker with picks. Many got by with a 10- penny finishing nail, the more choosy had horseshoe nails. Horseshoe nails were impreg nated against rust; that’s the rea son they were preferred for nut picking. They were super sharp, hard, efficient; served their pur pose well. Today you get your nuts shelled and I salted, in, . cellophane .bags. Exit horseshoe nails, picking sets and lots of fun. Matter of fact, few even bother any more with hitkbry nuts, sCalybarks and wal nuts. Even brazil nuts and Eng lish walnuts are about forgotten, except at Christmas time, at which season they were lately the last word in desirables. I? I 1 have missed terribly this season the bluebirds which had a nest nearby for several years-. We’d heard others say that these birds oi* brilliant coloring and good omen had disappeared from their neighborhoods. Cheering News It is cheering news to learn, though, from no less an authority than Harry Davis, director of the fatate Museum of Natural History at Raleigh, that bluebirds we still have with us in normal numbers. They survived the hazards of w eather and the sectional dangers, here in the tobacco-growing belt, of getting trapped and succumb ing in tobacco barn flues. It’s a winter tragedy for the bluebirds with the casualty list unknown until the pipes are cleaned out in the spring. .Despite these hazards. Director Davis assures, the bluebird “is not necessarily on its way out.” He cites the number counted in the census taken by bird clubs of the Carolinas this year. While the Audubon Society does classi fy the hird as a ‘‘disaster species,” it is believed to be on the increase again and, given a fair Jireak, should get beyond the danger point in a few years. Final Show But the birds around now are making their final show. They are starting to molt. For a fbrtnight or longer you’re likely to see and hear very little of them. Here and there in the yard or on the drive you’ll notice a feather, large or small; One by one every feather drops or is pushed off hy new growth. It is a trying, weakening annual experience. Finally, every bird will have its new coat, sljck, . snug and strong for the long jo'ttr- ney south or for protection against the rigors of winter for those which stay behind. The mating season, the molting season, and then it’s off tb warmer climes or digging in, newly and more drably garbed, for the snows and winds ahead. r\ ) Home Again! Is there anything as whole heartedly jubilant as the welcome you get from a little dog ... or a big one . . . when you come home from a long absence? To watch that ball of bouncing fur come tearing to meet you, tongue out, wildly yipping, surely warms the cockles of the chilliest heart. But whose heart could be very chilly getting home to the Sand hills on one of the loveliest early fall days that ever was? The dog wood and oak leaves are clothed in bronze and purple and deep scarlet, the broom straw is dull gold and russet; way up high the big pines glisten in the sun. The air has a nip to it and smells of spice and burning and grapes and persimmons. You feel the short tqrf under foot and kick a great big cone down the path and wish you were a dog and could bounce and wave legs and ears and a tail like that one to tell the world how good it is to be home. The PILOT Published Every Thursday by THE PILOT, Incorporated Southern Pines, North Carolina 1941—JAMES BOYD—1944 Katharine Boyd Editor C. Benedict Associate Editor Dan S. Ray Gen. Mgr. C. G. Council Advertising Mary Scott Newton Business Bessie Cameron Smith Society Composing Room Dixie B. Ray, Michael Valen, Jas per Swearingep, Thomas Mattocks and James C. Morris. Subscrii^ion Rates: One Year $4. 6 mos. $2. 3 mos. $1 Entered at the Postoffice at South ern Pines, N. C., as second class mail matter. Member National Editorial Assn. and N. C. Press Assn.
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