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Page TWO THE PILOT—Southern Pines, Norcl* Carolina THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 19,1964 Southern Pines ILOT North Carolina "In taking over The Pilot no changes are ctmtemplated. We try to k^p to a ^ood paper. We will try to make a little money tor all will an occasion to use our influence for the p^iblic good we will try^ treat everybody alike." — James Boyd, May 1S3, 1941. Problems, Old and New and development of the town. This long view should—and, we Relieve, would take into consideration the outskirts of the town as well as the land within its glected through the years. boundaries. It looks as if Southern Pines is tackl ing its problems in a forthright wayj new problems as well as the old ones inherit ed from former administrations and ne- =iS'iSvi To take one of these first: there is the town dump—or landfill as it .is more elegantly called. “Dump” is the good old word. And landfill is the new factor that makes the dump better in every way— when it works. . But its work depends largely on having a large enough area to operate in and this, it would seem, is one of the inherit ed difficulties that this administration is now rather belatedly trying to cope with. Certainly to the average citizen passing by, it looks as if much more land was needed to allow the landfill system to do the job. Thsfe are plenty of other inherited dif This is no new idea, but it has grown increasingly urgent. Ten or twelve years ago the matter was investigated by a group of citizens concerned over the fact that this town and Aberdeen were grow ing closer and closer, with every indica tion that they would soon meet- Further more, on both sides the area inwlved was taking on a more and more hd-or-miss aspect, with the misses noticeably more numerous than the hits. A meeting was held to ascertain public sentiment but the idea of outside zoning was rejected, with lack of understanding deemed responsi- ble. Things are different now: it ^^^st be ficuM^r maT; visible to the dear t§ all that, the ordinary person: we need better care of side areas—our suburbia strong y our trees'and shrubbery, we need new furniture for the town library, we need stricter enforcement of the various ordi nances such as the one against putting too many signs on a building and allow ing signs on the parkways, also allowing cars to be parked on the parkways, a practice disfiguring to the tidy appear ance of the streets. And there are plenty of other more important “we needs.” Of the new things: most interesting is the decision to set up a planning com mittee and take advantage of the services offered by the Division of Community Planning of the Department of Conserva tion and Development. The town has at present a Planning Board, its duties con fined almost exclusively to zoning. The committee now being considered would be concerned with long-range planning fects the growth and quality of the towm. That the town council is acting so wisely, in getting professional outside help on such problems, is a clear indication that they will move with respect for rights and wishes of all involved. This matter of the outside areas is complicated, to say the least, and it seems possible that the new board might have to include a joint town-and-county subcommittee to assure complete representation. It may well be, as we look at the rapid expansion of Southern Pines, that this matter of outside-town planning, which would involve both town and county in terests, will be one of the most important and rewarding among the vital matters to come before the new planning com mittee when it is appointed and starts to function. Crains of Sand Ingenuity Some time a£o on a trip to Wyoming, we had a close-up view of liie ingenuity of a prair ie-dog, one of the marmot type of small animals. The little fat creature was close outside the low window of our cabin, and he was nibbling about in the tall grass that grew there. It was some kind of wheat or rye and the tops were thick with seeds. The prairie-dog kept look ing up at them, but they were way out of his reach; even when he sat up they were more than a foot high up above his head.' He peered and peered am thought and thought. Then the idea came. Swiftly hi reached up and grabbed hold o^ a tall spear of grass, then, hand' over hand, he drew it down, gob bled off the top with its juicy seeds and let go. It snapped erect again, and then immediately he grabbed the next spear and hauled it down. Before you could say “prairie- dog,” he had topped the heads of every stem and was heading for the next patch of tall grass. 4% FIGHtING AMONG THE PEACEMAKERS They Called It Grand Old Party Great Event For The Area Sunday’s dedication and open house at the new Clement R. Monroe Wing of Moore Memorial Hospital—marking also the completion of remodeling and reno vation in other portions of the hospital —will be a great event for this area. The whole story of the hospital—its new wing, its history, its many fuie facilities, the people who have worked devotedly for it in many ways through the years—is told in a remarkable special supplement, prepared by the hospital, go ing to readers along with today’s Pilot. The abundance of effort and financial support that have culrninated in the im pressive institution which the public will see Sunday is obvious from a reading of this story. Hundreds of the area’s citizens have contributed to the hospital’s build ing program, with gifts large or small. Thousands of residents have known or will know, with gratitude, what it meps to have adequate facilities for medical care available in the area. It is entirely fitting that the new wing is named for Dr. Clement R. Monroe who for some 35 years—almost his entire medical career — has been identified closely with the hospital, as outlined in detail in the special supplement, reveal ing a record of service that is seldom matched in the annals of any institution. Our congratulations to Moore Memorial Hospital and our best wishes—now and in the years to come. First Step To Chamber of Commerce Visitors to Southern Pines frequently Pines subsidy and the rest largely from exprei surprise that the town does not hotel, motel and restaurant ownajj,along hS? a ChSer of Commerce. And a with'some general business contributions, have a »..naint.ei^ Vyonk and The Town’s Advertising Committee, ap- longtime resident, thinking back and wondering why former Chamber of Com- efforts have failed, realizing that a measure of regrettable the By CHARLES McDOWELL. JR. Raleigh News and! Observer Once upon a time, dear grand children, there was a Republican party. It was not a party where they had ice cream and cake and pinned the tail on the donkey. It was a party where they had fights and called each other fun ny names, and often they forgot all about pinning the tail on the donkey. That may sound like a strange kind of party and in a way it was, but the Republicans were used to it and they seemed to enjoy it. They must have enjoyed it or they wouldn’t have kept on fighting all the time. Sometimes, after a big fight, they would do something called “rebuilding the party.” That is when they were really rough. Rebuilding the party was not just an ordinary fight. It was a riot. . , ,, In 1964 the Republicans held a big convention to pick a man to run for President. They fought and called each other funny names for a whole week, and picked Mr. Goldwater. He could not have been elected President, but he could beat the other Republicans at the conven. ed condition, tired of fighting and getting bruises on their heads, Mr. Johnson knew how to get them together with the Democrats where they could find peace. Peace was a big issue in the campaign. The Democrats and Mr John son won most of the votes in the election, and the Republicans had to turn to “rebuilding the party.” As always it was a very rough and terrible thing. Mr. Rockefeller said every thing was Mr. Goldwater’s fault. Mr. Nixon said Mr. Rockefeller was a “spoilsport” who had got “his pound of flesh.” Mr. Rom ney said that was a bad thing for Mr. Nixon to have said. Mr. Rockefeller said Mr. Nixon was “peevish” and “a divider” of the party. Mr. Smylie said Mr. Gold- water and his friends were on the wrong side” of everything, and he, Mr. Smylie, thuoght he could call some Republicans to gether to take over the party. Somebody said the rest of them ought to quit rocking the boat, and Mr. Lindsay said “How can you rock a boat this is already sunk? These were the peacemakers who were talking that way. The Republicans who weren’t peace makers were talking rougher. Nobody could tell exactly who was running the party in most of the country because the peace makers were having fights all over the place. In a few states in the South, some men called Re- dixiecans—a mixture of Republi cans and Dixiecrats, don’t you see?—were running the party. They were fairly happy, but that made a lot of the peacemakers madder than they already were. Anyway, a big meeting of peacemakers was arranged to re build the party. The police or the National Guard should have stepped in right then, before it was too late. It should have been obvious that any more peacemak ing was more than the Republi can party could stand. Gourmet From Billy Arthur^s col umn in The Chapel Hill Weekly comes an amusing definition and a bit of cook ing lore with a surprise end ing; Stuart Sechriest likes to cook and otherwise putter around' the kitchen. He was telling us about a chicken dish he recently concoct- ed. “Some almonds, some mush rooms, some wine. . .” The Missus interrupted him. “You sound like a gourmet.” “I am,” Stu said. “You know what a gourmet is? “He’s a glutton in a tuxedo.” Then, he went on to tell what else he put in it and how long he cooked it. “But I never make it the same way twice.” ’The Missus wanted to know what he called it. “We call it Chicken a la Here King,” Stu said. “If it doesn’t taste good, we take it to the back door and holler, ‘Here King, here King.’ King is our dog.” "Play It Again!" ’There’s an old fiddler s dance tune that goes by the name of “The Last of Callahan.” A gay it is, but the story that The Public Speaking Correction Made In Item About Mrs. Joan Bracey nointed by the Council, supervises the tion. That was the object of the pomteu uy uic , ^ the Republicans To the Editor; merce there exists Information Center and spends the bdk r»gh game the R«P»>>liea«a of its funds in advertising local resort “IJIS'ls^hirrnS “mS: ‘“SfSSi organisation .is the Merehants business community, is hard put a reply. The town now that are attempting to carry on, separ ately, functions that are u^sually comMned and coordinated in a Chamber of Com merce. The Information Ceriter, with a full-time (except summer) paid secretary, is concerned primarily with resort in terests, receiving most of its financial Council, with no professional employees has two organizations which puts out an information brwhure separ- about the community, meets monthly to discuss matters of special interest to business and attempts to enlist the en thusiasm of local retail firms in coopera ting for their common advancement. Recently, the Merchants Council itself teresis ie^cxvxx.6 ^ has been discussing the possibilities of support directly from a Town of Southern having a Chamber ^ ^^.rDeSrats know when to Council (attendance at meetings, general stop, temporarily, enthusiasm among merchants) has been so lacking that members of the council, while seeing the genuine need for a Chamber of Commerce, are wondering if such an all-out venture could be set up were playing at the time. The Republicans who were not for Mr. Goldwater called the Re publicans who were for him a bunch of extremists and reaction aries. Those were bad words. The Republicans who were for Mr. Goldwater called the Repub licans who were not for him a bunch of liberals and moderates. Those were very bad words. Mr. Goldwater ran for Presi dent against Mr. Johnson, who was a Democrat. Now Democrats, also like to fight. Will Rain Ever Fall? Indian Summer was never like this be fore. a’ few days while the leaves were crimson and gold-brief respite from the Mr. Johnson was very good at getting the Democrats to stop fighting and get together for the election. When he saw Republi cans wandering around in a daz- Two weeks ago, when I saw the account of the death in Nor folk of Mrs. Joan Silver Bracey, I knew there was an error in one of the names. However, I thought someone would correct it, thereby identifying the fam ily a little better, especially to those who knew them when they lived here. The mother of the young woman who died was Mrs. Ruth (not Joan) Welch Silver, wife of Henry, a bricklayer, later a po liceman here. Ruth’s sister, Mrs. H. H. (Buster) Elder of Siler City was the daughter of Mrs. Decia J. Welch, who bought Mrs. Hayes’ Shop from Mrs. Claude Hayes. As I recall it, Mrs. Welch died about 1946, but Ruth Silver (mother of Joan) died as a young woman. Henry and Ruth Silver lived in a brick house just across the ave nue, on Page Street, from the R. W. Tate’s (where my husband and I had an apartment), when’ Joan was small, before we built our house on Rhode Island Ave nue. MRS. DAN R. McNElLL Southern Pines autumn’s chill, short vacation from the prospect of successful functioning frost—that’s Indian Summer. A Sunday picnic, a Saturday walk in shirtsleeves and shorts, a Wednesday afternoon of golf it’s played in June: that s Indian Sum- as This much seems clear, from our post on the sidelines; strong support for the Merchants Council, as it now exists, is an indispensable prelude for any success ful future Chamber of Commerce project. If so simple, inexpensive and informal a DOOMED NATURAL WONDER Glen Canyon: Victim of Progress (The excerpt that follows is from one of the loveliest and the saddest books ever published. The work of the Sierra Club, it mer, as it usually appears But not this year. , , „ Day after day, week after week, from chants Council cannot The work of tne way back in October to the midd.le of ^j^g ^vide cooperation of local busi- tells the story o most November—with only a token of rainfal firms, we doubt that the more elabo- °wond^ers in the to raise the hopes of rye-grass growers costly Chamber of Commerce ^ogt because of “pro- could succeed. On the other hand, the Merchants Council, which The Pilot has strongly endorsed from its begiiming a few years XO raASt: Uic V/.1. j sunny Indian Summer has reigned^ The leaves have colored and fallen Bare branches that should be buffeted by Shelley’s “wild west wind,” presaging gress. . . Glen Canyon has fallen victim to the dam-builders, the power- greedy; this book of magically beautiful photographs and writ- ihe oomtag cold, now are softly swept by ““JtZrMeanfS Sn siage tom Seautllul PboWraphs ^d writ- southern breezes that coax sprmgs buds a dSeanizatlon o( the, local bnsl- to bloom four months ahead of time A wanderer in the mid-November moonlight—^high, cold and diamond- frosty in a normal year—hears the insects singing as in July. What world is this? Surely not the one we know: no hearth-fire blazing; no chil ly toes. Has anybody even begun to think about the car radiator’s anti-freeze? And then this dreadful thought: have the seasons stood still? Has some gigantic wrench been thrown into the cosmic machinery? Will rain ever fall again? total disorganization ness community to a strong, coordinated Chamber of Comerce effort on behalf of the business, resort, industrial and all other interests of the town. The Merchants Council meets the third Monday night of each month at the town hall. We urge that business people who have not been attending the meetings join this group which, whether or not a Chamber of Commerce is the outcome, is performing a vitally important function for the community. of probably the most extraordi nary, historically valuable, and beautiful spot in America.) The Place No One Knew Here the earth has had a slow, regular pulse. It rose and fell for millions of years under Carboni ferous, Permian, Triassic oceans, under Cretaceous seas, under the fresh-water lakes of the Eocene, before it was heaved up and ex posed to rain and frost and run- water and the sandblast winds. Mountains were carved out of its great tables and domes, river systems cut into it and formed canyons, elevations were weather ed and carried away. What had accumulated, pebble by pebble and grain by grain, cemented with lime and silica, folding into itself the shells of sea life, scales of fishes, the compacted houses of corals, began to disintegrate Vast cyclic changes have lett only traces. Though the geologi cal record in the Plateau Pro vince is probably as clear as it is anywhere on earth, the boun dary between ignorance and knowledge, between speculation and certainty, is often no more than a line of ancient fracture almost obliterated, or an enig matic unconformity between two 'Medicare' Not Wanted, Retired Person States To the Editor; The following is an expression of the many people with whom I have talked'; Most of us retired people do not want “Medicare.” It will only give all the psychosomatics a free call, when really ill people need the doctors’ time. Obvi ously, those who cdlinot afford doctors’ fees should be cared for. Some system ought to be worked out by clearance as to need, be tween the doctors and the local welfare society. This , would bar the indolent and lazy who pre fer to go on unemployment relief rather than work. Many doctors I know are giv ing free service to needy persons without making an issue of it. HAZEL B. McDonald Hollywood Hotel tune, it IS, goes with it is grim. There was a fiddler called Cal lahan and there was none could equal him at the dances. But Callahan got in trouble, bad trouble. He was sentenced to be hung. As his last wish Callahan asked that he be allowed to play one more tune. And they said, yes; because there were many fiddlers in the crowd and many who had danced to his fiddling. So Callahan stood in the wag on and, with the noose about his neck, he played the best dance tune of all, the one that only he could play* And at the end he drew his bow in a long strong chord across the four strings and there was silence. And then Callahan spoke to the crowd. He said that now his end was come he would give his precious violin to the one who would come forward and play' the tune. But still there was si lence and no one offered. He had played so wild and fine there was not a man would attempt it after him. , So then Callahan raised his fiddle high in air and smashed it down against the rump of the mule and the wagon moved out from under his feet. But there was no one would fiddle for Callahan’s dancing. % ^ € H D ! Here's How! Remember Molotov and his namesake cocktail? Now we meet, as the new Soviet Premier, Mr. Kosygin. _ Are the Russians slipping? If it was vodka or calvados, now, it would be more in character, but gin, and cozy gin at that! Sounds more like Dickens’s old Sary Gacy than a Russian head man. THE PILOT Published Every Thursday by THE PILOT, Incorporated Southern Pines, North Carolina 1941—JAMES BOYD—1944 (Editor’s Note; To avoid confusion, we remind the writer that doctors’ fees are not included among the pay ments proposed in the “Medicare” bill now before Congress. Presumably, with “Medicare” paying hospital, nursing home and certain other medical bills, more pa tients would be able to pay their doctors. There is al ready, of course, a well es tablished system for paying the medical bills of indigent persons on welfare rolls.) Katharine Boyd C. Benedict John C. Ray C. G. Council Bessie C. Smith Editor Associate Editor Business, Adv. Advertising Advertising • Mary Scott Newton Business Gloria Fisher Business Mary Evelyn de Nissoff Society Composing Room Dixie B. Ray, Michael Valen, Thomas Mattocks, J. E. Pate. Sr.. Charles Weatherspoon, Robert Coffin. ELEVA’nON It takes a great deal of eleva- Subscription Rates Moore County One Year $4.00 Outside Moore County One Year $9.00 ning S Hto Of ftoushltt produce a VOT water to brackish water fossils. -WALLACE STEGNER Second-class Postage paid at Southern Pines, N. C. little elevation of life. —RALPH WALDO EMERSON Member National Editorial Assn, and N. C. Press Assn.
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