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PAGE 2 — WEST CRAVEN HIGHLIGHTS — OCTOBER 1,1987 Eastern Echoes By Gail Roberson The Glass Beads Obituaries Hezekiah K. Hargett COVE CITY—The Rev. Heze kiah K. Hargett died on Friday, Sept. 18, at Craven County Hos pital in New Bern. Funeral was held at 3 p.m. on Wednesday, Sept. 23, at Bryant Chapel A.M.E. Zion Church with the Rev. J.C. Franks officiating. Burial was in the White Cemetery. Surviving are his wile, Estella M. Hargett; three daughters, Leethel H. Cameron and Rebec ca Hargett, both of Brooklyn, N. Y., and Dr. Stella Hargett of Crockersville, Md.; five sons, Daniel Hargett, Hezekiah Hargett Jr., and Carl Hargett, all of Cove City. Coston Hargett of Brooklyn, N.Y., and Chief Master S^. Alton R. Hargett of the U.S. Air Force, Alaska; four sisters, Marie Williams and Bernice Car- roll, both of Brooklyn, N.Y., Ina Green of the Bronx, N.Y., and Nina Brown of Cove City; three brothers, Willie B. Hargett of Washington, D.C., and Coley Hargett and Nathan Hargett, both of Cove City; 21 grandchil dren and four great grandchildren. Arrangements were by Lane’s Funeral Home. Queenie Laughinghouse Mrs. Queenie E. Laughinghouse, 81, di^ Sept. 25 at her home on Rt. 3, Vanceboro. The ftineral service was con ducted at 2;30 p.m. Sunday in the Wilkerson Funeral Chapel in Vanceboro by Rev. McDonal Bennett and Rev. John Grims- ley. Burial was in Celestial Memorial Gardens. Rev, Richard J. Sasser MOUNT OLIVE - The Rev. Richard Joseph Sasser, 87, re tired Pentecostal Holiness minis ter, died Sept. 24 at his home. He was a former pastor of the Vanceboro, Wallace, Moore's Chapel, Bizzell’s Grove and Hol ly Hill Pentecostol Holiness churches. Our Opinion Fourth And Long Now and then, for old times’ sake, I go rambling through my jewelry. What better place to reflect a while on life’s bitters weet memories. There’s a brass button from the uniform of a fliend killed in Vietnam, my class ring, a pin my great aunt once wore, a bracelet flom a boyfriend, a locket from another. They’re all bits and pieces of my life, tucked away in a velvet box. But, the most precious piece of jewelry I own, the one thing no amount of insurance could cover, no diamond could out shine, no gold replace... is the cheapest jewel I own. Monetari ly, that is. Just glass beads strung on yellowing tobacco twine, always too short to fit around my neck, not even a clasp to fasten them with... but they tell the story of the purest love a woman ever knows. The love of a little brother. It was my sixteenth birthday. My driver’s license was ft-esh- ly tucked away in my purse, a special dress chosen for that night’s date, and a small family celebration, complete with cake and ice cream, underway. For the rest of my life I will always remember two things abou that day. First, the song that played on the radio as I drove away from the license office... She's Got A Ticket To Ride, and second, the special gift of love fl'om a shy, eight- year-old, red-haired, fireckled-face little brother. He'd been my responsibility more than the rest because he was the youngest and I was the oldest. The other three were big enough to look after themselves. My mama always said to me, “Look after your brother. You know you can’t take your eyes off him for a minute.” And I did. I busted a boy’s nose on the school bus for picking on him, cracked on bone in a big bully’s hand who had knock ed his booksack off the seat, pulled sandspurs ftom his feet, picked seeds from his watermelon and just generally made certain he got grown all in one piece. Today he’s nearly 30. He has to bend his head when he enters my back door. His shoulders are broad enough to convenient ly carry a 100-pound bag of fertilizer, yet his hands gentle enough to dress his own small son. But, he will always be my “little” brother. He disappeared that morning of my birthday and had me in a terrible state for over two hours. I finally spotted him emerg ing from the woods. He limped flx>m the loss of a boot in the swamp, and his skin was scratched and bleeding from contact with briars. All I could see were two huge, shy brown eyes and a messy batch of red hair. Everything else was covered in mud. His hands were balled in fists, hanging loose at his side. When he refused to show me what he had, I smacked him across the bottom.-He shoved his fists in his pockets, depositing his “find,” and then obediently stood beneath the water hose while I scrubbed him with the vigor of a mother cat washing her kitten. But later, he disappeared again. This time I found him com ing from the packhouse. I was afbaid he’d been messing witli the notebooks stashed in my makeshift studio, but he shook his head. I stomped and fUssed, but again he refused to show me what he was clutching behind his back. And then, I smack ed him a hard ne on his behind again for going off and not telling me, and scaring me half to death once more. When the party was over, I went to my room to redress. There on the bed was a ragged, cloth marble bag tied up with string. Inside, I found a messy signature that read “From David,” and the beautifUl old pink and black glass beads strung on tobacco twine. I then realized he had gone off to the swamp in search of the old beads my aunts used to “pitch” there ftom my grandma’s front porch. He had gone out there among the mud and the briars to retrieve those beads for me, out of love. I had punished him, out of love. And I cried when I saw them... out of love. Just like I’m doing right now, 22 years later, still out of love, as the beautiful old glass beads lay nestled in my palm. The NFL players out on strike should be penalized. And we are not talking the 15-yard variety. Why people who make more money than most Americans will make in at least five years say they want what all Americans have (more money) is beyond us. We really cannot blame anyone for trying to earn as much as they can. That is the American way. But to hear the NFL players tell it, they must be living in poverty. Maybe the price of drugs is going sky-high and they more money to keep up. Cheap shot? Well, maybe not as cheap a shot as some of the actions of some football players. We realize most football players are decent, hard-working people who probably reffain firom using drugs and getting in other assorted trouble. They want to provide for the families. They want a secure ftiture. They want the American Dream to come true for them. Few of us understand the other issues the NFL players want addressed at the bargaining table. But we would hope they think we have enough sense to see past the salary question. It is hard to agree that a man making over $100,000 a year needs more money to help support himself or a family. Hundreds of thousands of families make do with far less than $100,000 in five years, much less one year. Football players want a guaranteed job. We all want job security, but how many of us have iron-clad agreements for continued employment. As someone said recently, even the president of the United States does not have a guaranteed job. And remember he makes about $200,000 a year. Lawrence Taylor may play great defense for the New York Giants, but is he worth more than the president? The NFL players say they have the right to strike. What we wan to know is do not the so-called replacement players have the right to work? Are the NFL players saying these replace ments do not have the right to work but claiming the right to not work for themselves? Sounds like illegal procedure to us. The NFL players appear to want things their way, but reftise to allow others to practice their freedoms and rights. Come^jt- guys, have you taken one too many shots in the head? If you do not want to work, let someone who wants to work report for duty. We cannot forget the owners, nor their millions in profits. We will not even address the issue of higher NFL salaries. Owners are in the football business for various reasons, but they all want to make money. No problem with them doing just that. They need to realize that maybe it’s time to help improve things and not just by throwing money around. For six months both sides have little to do in the off season. Can anyone tell us why serious negotiations did not occur during this time? Six months is a long time to spend on solving problems. One is bound to make some progress with that much time to spend working on solutions. Where does that leave us, the poor fans? It leaves us without football on the pro level. The fans ate the real losers in this strike. Other than maybe threatening to stop going to games and buying products advertised during games (see how little power we have), there is not much we can do. We could demand a percentage of the profits fi-om the own ers and a percentage of each player’s salary. After all we do pay to keep the NFL in operation. It is our money that allows the players and owners to erqoy their lifestyles. We could say they are putting something back into the game. We could go on strike ourselves. Since we pay the bills, we would probably get plenty of action at the negotiating table. We could make demands on both the players and owners. Since we control the purse strings so to speak, we could force the owners to pay us to come to the games. And some teams would have to pay dearly to get many fans to come watch them play. Let us get on with football. Everyone back to their positions. It is time for the fans to call a delay of game on the players and owners. It’s fourth down and long and time for the ftms to start kicking. Eagles Get Offense Clicking With Win Over West Carteret By im GREEN Sport* Writer West Craven may have finally found an offense. West Craven coach Clay Jor dan said he was pleased follow ing the Eagles* 45-0 romp over West Carteret in a Coast^ Con ference football game Friday night. 'Tor about the last six quar ters, our offense has performed really well,** Jordan said. “Our offense was pretty balanced, which is what we need right now.** West Craven had four backs gain at least 70 yards, and the Eagles rolled up 473 yards in total offense in the victory. In other games involving Coas tal teams Friday, Havelock re mained undefeated by beating D.H. Conley 20-6, North Lenoir lost to White Oak 29-6, and East Carteret held off Washington 16- 7. Jemal Jones off a fake punt in the second quarter, leading White Oak past the Hawks. North Lenoir*s only touch down came in the second quarter on a 2-yard run by Andre Perry. Ron Dingle had a 3-yard scoring run, James Howard threw a 13- yard touchdown to Quinton Rosendaiy, and Howard added a one-yard run for White Oak. Taom WCr WCa rmiiMni II 7 telM-TiiSi 41-tN ]|-|| 13 11 M4 11-4-2 fmMmrm 2-41 l-n rMMN-lMl 1-1 4.1 NMHM-Tarit 4-41 341 WMtCravan 177147—45 WMtCortorM 00 00-0 WM CreiM — Nnk iMtor 14 r 4 CnfW — iMtor t rai (MbM Hell} *MI CofM — mbM 12 (Mi iMl HM CrivM — UmM tofH 41 pm vm imim (—mt Ucfc) OM CnfMMIm HaiTli II m QM M 0«t CntN—MImv iNlMi S ra (Cirti S 967 PM Eoiofiai Seiv>c«$ She is survived by three sons, Richard E. Laughinghouse, Raymond A. Laughinghouse and Donald G. Laughinghouse, all of Vanceboro; one sister, Mrs. Lillie Dunn of Vanceboro; six grand children; lOgreat-grandchlldren. She was a member of Reunion Chapel FVee Will Baptist Church. In Havelock, Ledel George scored three touchdowns as the Rams won their league opener and stayed unbeaten at 5-0. George had two scoring runs of three yards each and a third one a one-yard run. Conley’s only points were set up by a ftimble recovery at the Havelock 25, and Anthony Perry ran 2 yards for the Vikings’ lone touchdown. Con ley also had a 97-yaTd fUmble re turn foratouchdownnuUifiedhy a penalty in the second quarter. Daryl Jackson led Conley with 97 rushing yards on 18 carries. In Jacksonville, James Nelson threw a 9B-yard scoring pass to WntCmux ■ itttmimOlUamtkn Tmin DHC Hvik Flntlmi 1 14 Rnfen-Tartt 11-112 41-244 41 • MnTirti 41 If 1444 1-M haH4nn|i 441 1-43 rrnm-im 1-1 2-2 •a- - • nMI9l6*TM9l Ml Ml D;H.Conl»y 4000-0 Ha^ock 70 7 0-20 ■ntiNli—UM iMm 1 in (SHplM Cnii kM) Mmi fwn 2 m un MM) Eagle From Page 1 rolled on to score 45 in the game. Shouldering most of the offen sive peformance was two-time Flying Eagle winner Derek Booker. But Becton shined on defense and added to his luster by his offensive efforts. Congratulations to Anthony Becton for winning the Flying Eagle Award and to the entire Eagle team for its oustanding performance against the Patriots of West Carteret. -iMil.liHlCnlilfcU Unliit —liwiilnaWcliima NorthUneir 0 *0ft- 6 WiHoOak 0I6«7—M mar M — In «i|li I na (m iM) Mh M—Jwa Jnu N nM nil Inm Mm (miM) ■■a Unk — anra ran, I m Im kMI Jobless From Page 1 had the lowest rates during July, with Currituck’s rate at 1.8 per- WnalCravoa Hishlights ■aortirmhMI Ur tnai M — lanil 1 m (IM naA William C. Morris William Craig Morris, 42, died Sept 25 in Pitt County Memorial Hospital. A graveside service was con ducted at II a.m. Wednesday in the National Cemetery in New Bern by the Rev. Kenneth Town send. He is survived by his wife, Can- dice V. Morris of Minnesota; two daughters, Sharon Morris and Deborah Morris, both of Carolina Beach; a son, Jason Craig Morris of Minnesota; a brother, Richard Morris of Greenviile. He was a imtive of Washington, D.C. and spent much of his life in Vanceboro. He was an Army veteran, having served in Vietnam. Arrangements were by Wilker son Funeral Home in Greenville. Poverty From Page 1 cent and Dare’s rate at 1.3 per cent. The August figures show the state’s labor force at 3,351,300 with 3,211,400 employed and 139,900 without jobs. potted the International Health Board, which also was funded by the Rockefeller Foundation. T^e third of the South’s “lazy” diseases, pellagra, was the most stubborn in resisting medical science. Nicholas Lemann, author of “Origins of the Underclass,” traces all aspects of today’s ghetto culture to the starvation diet of Southern share croppers a generation ago. If the sharecropper now has all but disappear^, along with the river- bank mill hand and his working household, he had been replaced in the economy by the seasonal laborer, the unskilled drifter, the bottom-wages employee, the unemployed and the uninspired and the hopeless. Want, in any event, continues. It is undeniable. Yet, it is denied; indeed, as the poor are con stant, so isa reluctance among the affluent, the complacent and the uncaring to admit that pover ty and hunger abound. When the Public Health Service In 1921, drawing on medical knowledge six years old, accurately warned that the boll weevil and a collapsing cotton market would spawn an epidemic of pellagra, it was badger^ into inactivity. Senator Harris of Georgia denied knowledge of a single case of hunger in his state. Representative Byrnes of South Carolina pro tested that Southerners “were not seeking char ity.” President Roosevelt’s label of the South, a dozen years later, as the nation’s Economic Prob lem No. 1 outraged Southern boosters and politi cians, with Senator Bailey of North Carolina, chairman of the Commerce Committee, leading the howl. Much more recently. Senator HoUings of South Carolina, reversing political form with disclosures of "hidden hunger” among his consti tuents, was accused of defaulting on his raising. Hunger, then, is a social and political no-no. Even its victims, loyal to the poor-but-proud prin ciple of the joke and the tragedy, too often make a secret of their bare cupboaMs. That makes hun ger all the more the moral issue that William Fri day, former president of the University of North Carolina, declared ittobeinreportinglast year for a committee investigating hunger in North Caroli na. Above all, hunger is a challenge to social jus tice. Justice entails the use of authority to uphold what is rightas well as what is written into the law. Charities and volunteerism are welcome au xiliaries to, but unreliable substitutes for, syste- mized assistance to the needy. One need not be cynical to suggest that compassion in parishes and neighborhoods may be fickle and transient, and at best is limited; and that, if conditons were otherwise, government would exploit them. Sure ly no man shouldhave to depend on the state of another man’s grace, for his health, nor should his dignity be an even swap for his dinner. Public programs are essential to the protection of some of us against calamity and defeat as they ate to the protection of all of us against crime and fire. Sup port for that truth Is as worthy as support for community service. Robert Mason of Southern Pines is theauthorof One of Ihe Nelghbor’t CUtdroo, published this past spring by Algonquin books. A native of North Carolina who grew up in Mebane and graduated firom UAfC-Chape) Hill with a Journalism degree. Mason Is the retired editor of the VlrgtnUii.piloi in Norfolk, Va. He also is a foimer editor ofUie San ford HenU and worked on newspapers in Raleigh and Durham. 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