The Fr Ivary Tt m**t * TWWiy Times Of PrMklifl Cwwty LOCAL EDITORIAL COMMENT Those Kids At The Beach v "In the Spring", Tennyson wrote, "a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love." It could reasonably be assumed that, so too, does a young woman's. If this is true, it makes all the more difficult any explanation of the behavior of some college students on the beaches during the past weekend. Fortunately, this behavior does not reflect the attitudes of all students, many of whom managed to find more -Civilized ways to spend the holiday. But, in a world where, the good get overlooked and the bad stand out, it is the students who threw rocks, damaged property and get themselves locked up, who have brought disgrace upon them selves, their parents and their schools. We can remember when kids visited the beaches with their parents and some manner of discipline prevailed. It is puzzling to us just how so many thou sands of students manage to converge on beaches hundreds of miles from home. Where do they get the money? How do they travel? Who relinquishes the responsibility for these youngsters? Or is it, perhaps, that once they become college students, they are no longer responsible to anyone? Wonder what would happen if pop suddenly decided to cut off their allow ances or take away the car. What if parents suddenly decided to take charge of their children again? Surely none will deny that these are still children. It would be a sWme indeed, if anyone called them adults. We wonder, too, if most of those involved in the fracas at the beaches aren't cut from the same cloth as those condemning this country's efforts in Vietnam; the draft; and everything else that requires any responsibility? i We favor kids having fun. Too soon they will be swamped with day-to-day problems associated with being an ^ adult. During these best years of their lives, they should be allowed to enjoy them and to do so at the fullest. Along 1 with this privilege goes the responsi- 1 bility to respect others and to act their i age and their ancestry. [ Chub Seawell On Liberalitus Viewpoint By Jess* Helms Cousin Chub Seawell, as ?? were saying yesterday, has been prevailed upon again to prepare another series of commentaries, as he consents to do from time to time, and which he calls "skltches." Today, we present the second ' of this series, as prepared and put on rldeo tape by this widely-known attorney, philo sopher, student of politics and government In action, and ? most of all?this dedicated Christian layman. Here, then, Is our fine friend from Carthage, North Caro lina, Mr. H. F. (Chub) Sea well, Jr. Will Rogers said all he knew was Just what he read In the papers. I read In the paper a few days ago where our great Vice President, Sir Hubo the Humphreylte, made a visit here to North Carolina and carried on with all his full effervescent liberalism and finally kissed and hugged everybody at the airport and flew hack to Washington, which was certainly all right with me. I think that our beloved Gov ernor, Cousin Dan Speaker Ban, Mountain Man, Economy Plan Moore, is one of the best Governors we ever had, but when I see him hob-nob bing and nose-rubbing wlthSlr Hubo the Humphreylte I be gin to stand In great doubt of him. Cousin Dan ain't exactly the effervescent type. He doesn't bounce and bubble at all like Sir Hubo but still you don't have to bubble and bounce to come down with the llberalltus and catch what Is known as the Johnson Fever. When a man first catches llberalltus It makes him feel like he own* the world In fee simple and has a right to give away everything, especially some thing that doesn't belong to him. When a man Is suffering from llberalltus like Sir Hu bo, the very mention of the word "mvs" runs him sort of crasy, like offering water to a mad dog or a pickle to a man with the mumps. After llberalltus has run Its course, Johnson Paver usually sets In. All folks suffering with the Johnaon Fever get to feeling like they own the world and have ? one-half undivided In terest In the moon. >lr Hubo reminds me of the reefer man In the old Cab Calloway song. Cab used to say that If be tells you he is from China and wants to give you Sooth Carolina, you may know you are talking to the i reefer man. When you get a good dose . of the Johnson Fever, all you want to do la Jest *tt or your rear end and give the country to some other country that ain't got no coun try. This Is what has put me In such a dither about Cousin Dan Klan. Only a few days ago he went up to Washington and only stayed about two days and came back home loaded down with liberalism, the Johnson Fever and the new arithmetic. After you get Johnson Fever, two and two never equals four any more, tt always equals Just about whatever a null and void Congress wants It to equal. What gave me the swlnney In the left clavicle was the fact that Cousin Dan Klan had hardly landed back here In good old North Carolina before he went right up to the Legis lature and asked the gentlemen to give him two billion and seven hundred million dollars so he could reduce taxes. He had hardly uttered this pro found request before mj old friend, Cousin Terry the Ter rible Sanford, high up In his Ivory towers In the Billions and Billions and Trillions building on Fayettevllle street In dear old Raleigh uttered a roaring "AMEN" louder than Martin Luther King at a Black Power Reception for Adam Powell. In the meantime the weeping tax payers and the liquor loving liberal brown-baggers are singing that old familiar spiritual which goes In part like this: Paul and Silas bound In Jail, all night long, O, who will deliver poor me? Call your next case. Mr. Seawell will return in the next few days to "call his next case/' We Invite you to loin us then. On A Tax Boost Choaper Money It business continues to be slow, Administration sources report that President Johnson may reconsider his request for a tax boost July 1. Policy advisers, however, stick to the officials forecast that the 6 per cent surcharge on In come taxes will be needed. The Treasury Department reports It Is saving money on the cost of printing It. More than 2,000,000,000 bills were printed last fiscal year at a cost of less than nine-tenths of a cent per note. Fifteen years ago the cost was almost exactly one penny per note. rM t DRIVING SCHOOL VdAj "You'r* disappoint**! In m?, aren't you?" WHAT OTHERS ARE SAYING Biting The Hand That Aids Them The Chapel Hill Weekly North Carolina newspapers are taking their lumps these days from educators. In Chapel Hill several days ago, East Carolina College President Leo Jenkins accused editors of "slandering" his outfit in the public print, a'neat trick for even the most intrepid newspaper. Dr. Jenkins made it clear that he had special reference to the Raleigh News & Observer which circulates heavily in the vicinity of ECC. Since the News & Observer considers the East its special province, Dr. Jenkins found the newspapers opposition to separate university status an exceedingly unkind cut. Then a few days ago in a civic club address at Greens boro, Chapel Hill Chancellor Carlyle Sitterson scored the State's newspapers for "miss ing" stories. Among the stories the Chancellor figured the news MUUJP.f.iXltiMr. Iflr #I?; I would like to say such un- j; touchables have not joined the march into "equality" simply be cause they are wiser than the rest. They may wiser (they run my stuff) but wisdom is not the prin cipal reason for their fidelity, not the way I see it. Here is why: Of all the an chors in a community, only the weekly newspaper is without strings that lead elsewhere. The same cannot be said of your church, your school, your hos pital, your radio or TV station, or your bank. Only your weekly newspaper reflects the essence of your life and nothing more. Its interests do not go beyond your line of sight. It is totally depen dent upon your welfare for its own well being and because it is, it guards your town and your in terests with a tunnelvisioned, , jealous eye. It is not possible for it to play a two-faced game and survive. ? O Sometimes I wonder about;;, smalltown editors, what makes them tick. Look at them. Look at -5 them in November, loaded with, gear like Teddy Roosevelt on safari, sloshing around, covering their high-school's football team; big deal. Trotting a mile ? they can't run ? to get the story. Or squatting on arthritic haunches, camera cocked, awaiting a picture that never comes. Aging, the most of them, without a mus cle in their pot-bellied, nicotine soaked bodies, sniffling, shiver ing, sure to catch Old Ned from a disillusioned Mamma once they get home. Or riding a lonely night watch in town council; or fer reting a $4.00 swindle ? "some thing's funny in the clerk's office" ? and I wonder. Not so much about them, I suspect, as at them. Small town editors are the con science of America. They are more than that. They are the marrow of its bones. And their product in your home, each week, is the best insurance, the very best, that America will re main as you would have it. They are, indeed, an anchor to tie to. 'Giddup, Please!' TOWANDA , PA., REVIEW: "There should be no question: The REA, established to bring electricity to terms remote from existing power lines, has outlived its usefulness. More than 08 per cent of the nation's farms are now electrified. . . . The Rural Electrification Ad ministration has served the farmer well, ft can, and should, retire with honor. But it won't not while our Planners can use It as a tool In building a nation wide, subsidised, federal electric power monopoly." The Ffa$|$fh Times rnmmmttm ? MMMiMnin TW FrnkH* ThMt, htc. 1 Uitllui