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THE PILOT—Southern Pines, North Carolina
THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 1961
No group in America would be
more likely to benefit from in
creased expenditures on their
education, training and health
than rural farm families, especial
ly in the South.
In 1949 the white southern male
averaged earning $2,065. The non
white male averaged $1,033. The
white southern female averaged
$947, and the nonwhite female
averaged $440.
CHRISTY’S DAIRY MART
Announces Its
PERMANENT HOURS
—BREAKFAST IS SERVED EVERY DAY—
SUNDAY
Open from. 7 A.M. to 10 P.M.
MONDAY
Open from 6:30 A.M. to 10:30 A.M.
TUESDAY THRU SATURDAY
Open 6:30 A.M. to 11 P.M.
CLOSED THANKSGIVING DAY. NOV. 23
CHRISTY'S DAIRY MART
U.S. Hy. 1-A South
Southern Pines
Et>joy^??Christmas shoppinct
CHRISTMAS
ClUB
Carolina Bank
MEMBER FEDERAL DEPOSIT INSURANCE CORP.
Aberdeen. Pinehurst. Carthage. Vass. West End
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1 We carry the famous
< "American Field" hunting
clothes and everything to
add to your hunting plea
sure . . .
COATS $8.95
$16.50
PANTS . . . some with /
leather-like fronts.
WEATHER-PRUF
RAINWEAR
INSULATED BOOTS
$9.50
CAPS
16" RUBBER BOOTS
GALOSHES . . Buckle type
Winchester Guns & Ammunition
Outers Shotgun and Rifle
Cleaning Kits
Lunch Kits
Hunting Knives
Radar-Lite . . 12-volt
lanterns with switch-
lock
HUNTING SEASON OPENS THANKSGIVING DAY
Burney Hardware Co,
South Street
Aberdeen
'ROAD TO PINEHURST'
(Continued from Page 9)
find it.
Another thing, of course: once
you get in, you can’t get out. Not
without great concentration.
More than once we have gone
round and round those lovely
roads, laid out by Olmstead, the
great landscape man. Once, com
ing out of the theatre at night.
We offered to guide some out-of-
town friends back to Southern
Pines, and they happily followed
us all the way to Aberdeen.
It’s hard to get out of Pinehurst
Village, and it’s hard to get
through it. Partly because it’s so
pretty, and the shops—if you’re
in that part—are so enticing, but
also because of those curving,
wheeling roads again with their
thick plantings and overhanging
trees all just alike. (How is it
that the overhead-wire people
people have never committed
their crimes against trees in
Pinehurst?)
Guests are said to have packed
up and loaded the car and started
off from the Carolina, to go tool
ing round and round one turn
alter another, with the riders’
necks craning out the windows
at pretty azaleas and jasmine and
colorful yards and riding rings
and so on, till finally the driver
exclaims: “Heck! I give up. Let’s
go back and spend another night.
We’ll get an earlier start in the
morning.”
Speaking of ail this about get
ting in and out of Pinehurst, we
recently made the attempt from
the lower end of Southern Pines.
We started near the Shaw House
—getting furbished up for the
coming season. We were heading
for lunch at the Country Club so
we took the old back road.
That trip was a maze of un
certainty. The first uneasy reeling
came when we crested the hill
and turn,3d right on the new
highway, (Route 15, coming up
from Aberdeen.) We started buz
zing along straigl^t as a die, and
then suddenly here was the old
road taking off again to the left.
Slam on the brakes. Now, would
that be a shorter, more direct
way, or should we keep on to the
traffic circle, THEN turn left?
Quandary. Pause for reflection.
The old road would be a good one
except for one hard fact: at the
end of it you came slap into—
almost onto—the golf course.
There was the Country Club in
full view and then you had to
turn back on it and go off to the
left again, across the tracks,
under the overpass, round comers,
skirt the park .... too long, too
long. Off went the brakes and
we drove on, straight as a die
again.
But then came the traffic circle,
and this was perhaps the most
frustrating of all our driving ex
perience. We could see the Mid
land Road right there on the left,
just through the trees, and, we’ll
be honest with you, it took all
our will power to keep from
taking off through the bit of
woods and getting back on that
road in a sensible way. Instead,
we just did the conventional
thing, just what we were ex
pected to do, (one of these days
those road people who expect you
to do what they expect you to do
are going to get a surprise,) and
we drove on feeling small and
exasperated. But then v^e hit the
Circle. We wheeled off to the
right and went whirling around
till we began to get dizzy. There
was a certain exhilarating roller
coaster effect of hugging the in
side and leaning to the curves, al
most went on around two or three
times, we got so caught up by it.
Somehow we managed to pull out
of the trance and jerk around the
turn into the double road. Now
all should be cleap. Haha (Famous,
almost last, words.)
The next thing we struck, or
almost struck, was that new af
fair all yellow and black: Slam
on the brakes again.
“It’s right to the hospital, left
to where we want to go,” we
muttered firmly and swung, well,
just the way we always swung
when there weren’t all those so-
called aids to driving cluttering
up the passage. Being a bit late
by that time, we headed full tilt
for the Country Club; “NOW
we’ll make it!” we said.
Haha again.
First our little red Austin tried
manfully to take its usual route,
that sharp right turn and around
the Tuft Twists into the center
of the village. There was all that
lovely greenery beckoning irresis
tibly but we hauled it back to
the proper direction and coasted
along with the fine velvety goP
course on our left sprinkled with
a multitude of fine golfers.
We came to the old railroad
crossing and then we had a fatal
idea. There was that little back
road we used to take in the old
days, that ran along the tracks
and would take you, or used to
would take you, to the club en
trance road. Clearly it would save
lots of time. We swung into it,
zoomed, to the end—and ran
smack into a pretty little rail
fence that curved, and curved,
and—here we were right in the
middle of the old Williamson
house yard. Cowering, down, so
the Ned Welches, who have
rented it, wouldn’t see who it was
in case they were there, we got
out of there in a hurry and back
on the regular .road.
Anji that was the last hurdle.
We made it then, a bit hot and
breathless, and more than a
little late, to the good company
that was patiently waiting, and
the good lunch in the Best of All
Golf Clubs.
CANDLE TEAS
The Moravian Candle Teas, first
Yuletide feature in the 18th Cen-
fury community of Old Salem,
Winston-Salem, North Carolina,
are scheduled for November 30
through December 2. The Candle
Teas are held annually in the
Brother’s House, built on Salem
Square in 1768.
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