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| CARTERET COUNTY NEWS-TIMES Cartarrt County'* Nawapapar EDITORIALS TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 1958 Walls Are Tumbling This is National Farm-City Week ? it started Friday and ends the day after Thanksgiving. The observance aims to bring better understanding between rural and ur ban folks, increase appreciation for the North American way of life and rever ently acknowledge the bounty of the two nations, Canada and the United States. Orville Walker, president of the Na tional Association of County Agents, ?writes, in observance of Farm-City Week, the following: The Walls of Jericho The modern version of this old story is literally coming true today, due to the efforts of rural and urban people to better understand each others' prob lems. The wall of misunderstanding and doubt that for so many years separated country people from city people is fast disappearing. Rarely do you now hear the terms "country hayseed" and "city Blickers." The farm agent feels that in this fast-changing world, and with great numbers or urban people actually be coming close neighbors of the farmers, it is not only his duty, but a great privi lege to help these people to better un derstand each other. This must be a continuing program ? in operation ?very day of the year. In some states, the urban people liv ing in the country outnumber the farm ers. This movement has changed many communities, and presents new prob lems for the schools, churches, govern ment officials and many others. The agricultural agents are eager to continue to help in this important un dertaking, and as these imaginary Walls of Jericho crumble, they will be ready to use the debris to pave the highways with continued good will and mutual understanding between country and city people. Molasses Court One hundred and one cases were continued in county recorder's court Thursday. This coming Thursday is a holiday and thus another big pack of cases will pile up for the Dec. 4 court. Only 16 cases were heard Thursday. Instead of the number of cases being whittled down each Thursday, the number continued grows larger and larger. Is the court being accommodating and letting lawbreakers take their sweet time to appear and answer charges? Are lawyers holding things up be cause they're too lazy to get to court and try the cases? Are court officers satisfied to open court and go through the motions of carrying out their duties, then after an hour or two amble home or back to their offices? To the casual obstn^r things look mighty slipshod. Court reform on a statewide scale is essential. But it seems aB though there are a few steps that could be taken in county court right now to improve and expedite the ad ministration of justice. Needed: Whistle Code You'd best be leary when driving a car in the vicinity of the Beaufort and Morehead Railroad tracks. Better yet, may we humbly suggest that the man who drives the train not ? toot his horn like a menhaden boat? We're serious. Thursday at 11:10 a.m. a motorist was headed toward Beaufort. About a thousand feet east of the Beaufort bridge he heard three blasts of a whistle. The driver was somewhat anxious to get to Beaufort and won dered which way the menhaden boat was coming ? were there one or two boats and how long would the bridge be up? He slowed down as he came nearer the bridge and then out of the corner i of his eye he sensed a moving object. A big green lumbering thing moving east. It suddenly dawned on him that there was no boat going through ? the train was about to cross the highway right in front of him. His brakes work ed, fortunately. The diesel engine moved sedately across the highway and on to the railroad drawbridge. That was a close one. There was no B&M flagman out to halt highway traffic. If there were any electric, automatic signals at the cross ing, the motorist didn't see them. We have wondered if the train en gineer might be able to give a long steady blast as he approaches a high way crossing or maybe four short blasts ? anything except three blasts that sound exactly like a menhaden boat It's natural that a trainman in these parts would toot three as a warning, just as it is natural for a motorist in these parts to interpret three blasts as coming from a boat, not a train. It may be "fun" to play "boat" while running a train, but if there's a crack up between train and car, it might not. be so much fun after all. Victorious Battle (The Hartford Courant) Almost as lively as the protest against the American art exhibit at the Brussels Fair is the storm of protest from New England against the stuff they were fobbing off on unsuspecting foreigners as clam chowder. The New England Council was the first to pro test and soon Senator Saltonstall got into the act by cabling to Howard S. Cullman, U. S. Commissioner General: "They are cheating over there in Brus sels. This is a sin against New England tradition and good eating." This protest against Manhattan soup, filled with tomatoes and other Onmentionable stuff, is one of a long series of cries to heaven against these continued outrages. Usually the pro testa fall on deaf ears and full stom achs. But the council has this time won a full and untarnished victory. After a six-week silence, while the chefs were looking through their books, no doubt, the following cable was sent home from Brussels: "New England clam chowder is now being served in American Pavilion. We have just tast ed it and pronounce it authentic." A victorious battle, perhaps, but the whole war is not won. It will still be necessary to man the battlements con tinuously, and at every opportunity to strike down this upstart that mas querades under the name of clam chowder. Let this newest victory make us not smug, but ever more vigilant in a noble cause. P.S. Too bad the stuff with the to matoes in it is so pleasing to the taste. Carteret County News-Times WINNER OF NATIONAL EDITORIAL ASSOCIATION AND NORTH CAROLINA PRSSS ASSOCIATION AWARDS A Merger at The Beiufort New. (E?t. 1*12) and The Twin City Tlmea (Eat ISM) Publiahed Tueadaya and Friday* by lha Carteret PubUaUiic Company, Inc. MM Areadell St, Nonhead City, N. C. " ir>rrwnnn poti.i.tpb ? pttht-tct7f.ii KLEANORK DEAR PHILLIPS - ASSOCIATE PUBLISHER RUTH L. PEELING ? EDITOR llafl hate*: to ftrtarai Cauaty aad adJoUbg eoundee, 44.M aaa yaar, ?i0 *tx moatha, tLS tea month; alaawhara <7.00 ana yaar. <?.W ate montha, $1-50 ooa month. Member ei AaaoeUted Pre*. - N. C. Pre.. Attodatfaa National Editorial Aaaedatai - Audit Boraau at CiroiUbone National Advertidnc llinaoomlaHio Moran * Flacker, Iae. M Eaa> ?0th Street, New Yort U. N. T. The Aaaodatad Pree* U entitled exehatrely to naa lor repaHiratioa et laeal aewi printed la thia aawapapat, aa weU a? all AP aewa diniatrhia atarad aa Seoead Claae Matter at Manhead City. N. C., Uadar Aat al March t, ISTt PILGRIMS HAD TO WORRY ABOUT INDIANS ONIX Ruth P? ling Baby-Sitting with a Basset Scooter's family left him the weekend before last. They went to Delaware and Scooter, the Bas set, came to stay with me. If you've seen Clco on The People's Choice, a tv program, you know what Scooter looks like. What a hulk of dog ? and he's just six months old. Each ear is 8 inches long and his short stocky legs are 6 inches. You can see where that puts his ears. Each one dragging on the ground. Now it would be all right if he'd hold his head up and walk along looking rather than smelling, but no, the bloodhound instinct in him says smelling is better than see ing any day. His nose goes down on the ground the minute his legs start in motion for a walk. And his nose stays there, evidently a vital ne cessity to get him back home the same way he came. His favorite fruit is dried frog skeleton. lie came to the right place when he came to my house. There's not a frog corpse left in any gutter on Yaupon Terrace or Emelinc Place. In the frog season, cars would squash the frogs on the roads, then the bodies washed to the gutters and dehydrated there. What a del icacy! Ugh. Scooter would dig them out if they were buried under an inch of sand and grass. At first I tried to pull them out of his mouth. Getting those jaws Captain Htnry Sou'easter Read tn interesting item in an upstate paper last week ? a list of the private clubs that have bought the federal stamps required if you have slot machines. The "interest ing" part is the places not listed as having bought stamps, since, of course, slot machines are illegal in this state. Billy Crawford didn't get to the Notre Dame-North Carolina game, but it wasn't because be didn't try. A licensed pilot, he and some friends were flying out to the game in Cessnas. In West Virginia, they landed and were told that weather was closing in. So rather than risk the dangerous trip over the mountains and the chance of not being able to land at Notre Dame (1 hear they have an airfield right by the sta dium), they ail came back home. This shows, again, that our younger folks have more brains than we sometimes give them cre dit for. Dan Walker's probably out of the hospital by now, at least I hope so. They say he knocked a vertebra in his neck out of place, so they strung him up in a kind of brace. He sure picked a good time to go the hoapital. All the furor about the menhaden boats broke about the time he graced the hos pital with his presence. You can say what you want ? I like the picturesque menhaden fleet and the smell of fish cooking as well as the next one, but I'll be darned if 1 want a atinkin' fish boat tied in my front yard. But then, sonic folks think noth ing of living right next to a hog pen. Carrie Lee Hancock shot at a peeping torn in Jones Village a couple weeks ago. The sheriff and hi* deputies had been out there on several occasions trying to nab the guy, but no luck. So the sheriff tells Carrie Lee, "Next time he comes, shoot 'im!" The peeper shows up ? taps on the window. Carrie Lee called sheriff Hugh. "Well, did you shoot him?" Hugh asked. "No," says Carrie Lee. "Well, shoot him, like I told you to," declares the sheriff. So he goes out there. He finds a hole through the screen where Carrie Lee fired at the fellow. Carrie Lee said she went out on the porch and unloaded the pistol at him as he dashed across the yard. "But I don't think I hit him," she quavered. "I think I was more scared than he was!" Upstate papers like to make cap ital of what they call the "More head-Beaufort feud". It's no feud. Can't folks have a different opinion about things, such as a bridge, without calling It a feud? One Morehcader told me the other day, "I don't blame Beaufort for wanting the Morehead draw to stay where it is. It givca them a shorter route to heaven." m THE GOOD OLD D5TS THIRTY YEARS AGO A car stealing wave swept More head City when the carnival ar rived last week (or the county fair. C. T. Chadwick was appointed mayor of Beaufort in place of D. M Jones, who had resigned, and John A. Chaplain was appointed to the town board. M. Mann's sons in Newport was to have a formal opening this Sat urday of their new and improved store. TWENTY- FIVE YEARS AGO Woodmen of the World had started suit against Carteret Coun ty, the Morehead City and the Beaufort graded schools for pay ment on school bonds. The Civil Works Administration would allow Carteret County funds for the employment at 538 men. C. D. Jones waa advertising tur keys, (live) for ZS cents ? pound, corned ham* 14 cents ? pound and bated ten at 40 ctati ? pound. TEN YEARS AUU Carteret County would receive $0,826 from beer and wine taxes for the past year. R. S. Gamer of Newport had bought a grand champion Duroc boar into the county. The First Methodist Church and the First Baptist Church, both in Morehcad City, were undertaking extensive building programs. FIVE YE AM AGO The Sea Level Community Hos pital was dedicated Saturday, Nov. 21. The hospital was a gift from the four Taylor brothers, Dan, Wil liam, Alfred and Leslie, who com posed the Taylor Foundation. Rose's 5 and 10 Cent store opened Its new building In More head City. E. A. Hcssee of Morehead City was rescued on the inland water way wbM tin gas line In bU skiff broke. open was like trying to thaw a frozen vise. I succeeded once and h? looked so crushed, I didn't have the heart to do it again. So I let him cat the awful things. They seemed to agree with him. One little boy on a bicycle cainc along as Scooter was grinding up what must have been a particu larly delicious skeleton and frog skin. "What's he catin'?" he asked. "Dead frog," I replied, "He'll cat anything." "Gosh," said the youngster, "no wonder he's so long." I couldn't quite follow that rea soning, but maybe he's right? a dog has to have a long chassis if he's going to eat stuff like that, so he has space for enough stom achs and intestines to digest tho Junk he throws into himself. Saturday afternoon 1 took Scoot er?and Lillian Frances Giddens took her dog, Holly, over to the beach. Wc turned them loose and they had a wonderful time. Holly, of course, ran circles around Scooter. She's a granddaughter of Spot Ayscuc, a terrier type dog. Scooter was like a bear in com parison. They tumbled and tussled until poor old Scoot was ready to drop. I finally carried him for a while and that was like toting a bag of sand. Holly likes the beach. When she was up at Hattcras on vacation last month, she caught a flounder. In the whole party only two fish were caught and Holly's was one. She pounced on the fish when a wave tossed it up. From then on she pranced up and down the beach flaunting her catch in the faces of all the other disgruntled surf -casters. Scooter s first trip to the bcach puzzled him. He couldn't under stand why he couldn't drink the water that came rushing at his feet. He'd gingerly taste I' - id back off. Holly chased the shore birds and flushed sand crabs. At the end of our walk she uncovered a big one. Scootcr got his nose up off the beach (I think his middle name is Trackdown) long enough to sec the sand crab. Holly skillfully dug the sand away from the crab so that he couldn't escape. There the crab stood, both claws raised ready to do battle. Holly teased him, en joying the sport immensely. Scoot er looked on, dumbfounded, for a few seconds. Couldn't understand why Holly didn't eat the thing. So big ole brave Scooter walks up to the hole, sniffs the crab. Must have smelled mighty like a frog, so he clamps his jaws around it and gets ready for the next chaw when suddenly he tosses his head and arcs the crab out over the sand in a flash. That "frog" bit back. He looked at it a few seconds; then unconccrnedly put his nose back on the sand again and started tracking off in another direction. It was quite a weekend. I now know why the new cars arc so low. The Republicans say that it makes drive-in voting easier. You can put the ballot on the roof of the car to mark it. But I think every new car designer owns aither a Basset or dachshund and the only way those low-slung ca nines can get in and out of a car alone Is if the car is only a couple inches from the ground. The heck with the driver. He can double up like an accordion to get in and out of a car easier than a dog can. Oh my aching back. Many a man works hard to keep the wolf from the door; then his daughter grows up and brings one fifht into the bouM. louh? tplvy Words of Inspiration I'M THANKFUL I'm thankful for the flowers that bloom around my home, and the bird* that ling and nest in my yard in the springtime. Ttje rich soil and waters of my county. I'm thankful for the abundant harvest, and the bright colors of the wood lands in the fat? I'm thankful for the soft white snow that sometime falls in winter, and the warm fire that keeps my home comfortable and warm. I'm thankful for the sunrise and the promise it brings to a new day, and for the beautiful Carteret sunsets that I watch from my back door. I'm thankful for my family, my home and my good neighbors, and for the beautiful stars that shine, especially on cold winter night* when 1 can look up into Heaven's Sea and think about the great Star of Bethlehem that led the Wise Men to the Hanger, or the make-be lieve star that shined from the top of our tree each Christmas dur ing the growing up years of our children. I'm thankful for the moon that lights the world at night and controls the tides and seasons and preserves life. In spite of the efforts of men it is still intact, and I pray that it will never be darkened by the selfish desires of men. I'm thankful for the opportunities that I have found to serve God and my fellowman, for a good job, and the many friends who work and serve with me. I'm thankful for Peace In my country, and my heart will pause by the grave of the Unknown Soldiers in prayerful thanksgiving, for all who fougbt and died to keep our nation free. The price that many have paid was high. May we never forget their sacrifice and prove ourselves Americans worthy of their faith. I'm thankful for a healthy body, strong legs and arms, eyes that see, cars that hear, and a mind that enables me to hold my job, serve my family and my church, and a heart that holds no hate and is filled with love and thanksgiving. On this Thanksgiving Day, I am so very thankful for God's very special carc in watching over our new daughter (Ted's wife) during these past weeks of her illness. I pray that He will continue to bless her, and let us keep her, if it be His will. My heart is filled with love and appreciation for the concern, get well cards, phone calls and flowers that she received from the readers of THE NEWS-TIMES, and especially for your prayers in her behalf. These have helped us all so much during this difficult period. A large family Is indeed blessed on Thanksgiving Day when parents, aunts, uncles and cousins can gather at Grandma and Grandpa's house for a festive day. There aunts and uncles will find their thoughts turn ing back to their own growing up years, cousins will happily renew their bonds of friendship and love, and grandparents will look upon the whole scene perhaps through misty eyes, and a thankful heart to God, for His goodness through the years. "Blood runs thicker than water!" Mix It with the tics of love and fellowship and you will have one of the greatest gifts that life can bestow upon a human being. On this Thanksgiving Pay . . . count your blessings . . . there arc so many. Reunions arc wonderful. Be sure tu hava one in your family this Thanksgiving Day ... go back home ... or to Grandma's house . . . if only in your dreams. WHEN GRANDMA ASKED THE BLESSING So many lovely pictures come to haunt my memory. Of past Thanksgivings when we gathered with "the family." With all the aunts and uncles, and all the little cousins. Ours is a big clan . . . closely knit . . . with kin-folks by the dozens. Quite often it was Mom and Dad, who played the hostess . . . host, And looking back those were the days I always loved the most. And at the heaping table there was a moment's drama, When everyone got solemn . . . quiet . . . and grace was said by Grandma. She was the matriarch who spoke for her assembled brood. And asked God's bteaaiogs on each one, and on the festive food. She talked to God 10 naturally, her words so eaay fell Upon each bowed head . . that we felt Gram must know God quite well. When I was little I could never somehow quite surmise. Why after grace was said there were those tears ... In grown-up eyes. But later ... on Thanksgiving days at last I really knew. For glancing up at brimming eyes, my own were tear-filled too. And when Gram's grace was ended with a reverent "Amen," I recall how sweet each dear face looked, when heads were raised again. And after that each dish contained an extra special aavor. For Grandma's blessing seasoned it with such a divine flavor. Oh, I have tasted lots of foods, and lots of fine-cooked fare, I've eaten lots of humble bread and delicacies rare I've dined with great folks, now and then, and shared a cup of tea With folks who had to struggle with the curse of poverty. But nothing's ever tasted quite so good ... so past expressing . . . As all those feasts of long ago, when Grandma asked the blessing. ? Betty Stuart Comment ? ? ? J. Kellum The Ruinlan Viewpoint A good, useful book about Rus sian viewpoints and Communist at titudes is "East of the Iron Cur tain" by William van Narvig, pub lished in IBM by Ziff-Davis. It i? very different from similar-appear ing works. Mr. van Narvig was reared in Russia and worked in Russia. He is familiar with her before and after the Revolution, and his observations arc valuable because they puncturc rosy West ern pictures of interior soviet dis content with communism. He gives us a little history and background, enough to elucidate what we already know: that Rus sia has changed the who's who in power rather than the nature of the government. Totalitarian she has been for centuries and totali tarian she remains, llcr much broadcast and readily apparent (when ahe is lying about them) desires to dominate the rest of the world are not only not new, they are as old as Russia. The ground down peasants of the old order are the ground down peasants of the new order? and if they do not think so. It is probably just as well, seeing that they have to en dure it. The big difference between old and new Russian leadership (which, after all. is capitaliam for the few Instead of capitalism for the many, as we have) Is that these present men are as clever and unprincipled as the devil. That is not meant to be funny. They have not the vagueat Idea of what truth and freedom really mean. They are not simply trying to pull the wool over somebody's eyes. It Is over theirs, and the darkness seems to be as deep aa hadea. These men regard us as fantastically fooliab? for example, the way we let our preas say any thing it pleaaes. They think that as nations wa are so disorderly and childish that simply by holding their ground and shoving into every extra inch they can, they will eventually rule us. The awful part of It is, that they are proving themselves right U that we are easy to cheat and ex ploit. We are. It Is the weakness of justice and decency that It can defend itself only with Justice and decency, and the unjust, the dirty player, can get in all the gouges be is able without similar retalia tion from u*. It la yet to be seen how soon and how effectively the familiar processes of civilization will apply: that is, that no matter who wim the battle, the uncivilized become more civilized by contact with the more fortunate people. In other words, man has the de sire for justice and decency and given the chance, will tend toward them. Even Russians. It is to be hoped they do not have to wreck us to do ao, or so completely that they learn nothing. Psychic Bird Dog The embarrassed owner of a sporting pointer, traveling on the London underground, had been un able to distract his dog's attention from a fellow passenger who wai carrying a ahopping bag. After the pointer had exercised its directional functions for some momenta, its owner apologized and inquired whether the man with the bag was perhaps carrying home some game. ' "No," waa the reply. Then, at aa afterthought: "I don't s-ippose it could have anything to do with it, but my name docs happen to be Partridge."? Manchester Guar dian News Service Smil? a While "As a matter of fact," said the lawyer for the defendant, trying to be sarcastic, "you were scared half to death, and you doo't know whether it was a motor-car or something resembling a motor-car that hit you." "May I say, then." the plaintiff calmly replied, "that I waa forci bly (truck by the resemblance?" Trhmin Fnwlnar
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