North Carolina Newspapers

PACE TWO North Carolina Wage Pattern Waos p.iid liir lln-l workers cned in non f.u m emplovim nt (luring September, according to statistics compiltd hy State Commissioner of Labor Frank Crane, hvv the nerd for attracting to North Carolina new business and industries requiring skilled labor and nffrriim pay scales to increase purchasing power, lift per capita income and im prove living standards. For the month at point the average hourly earn ings were $ n) which, based on the average 41.1 hour work week. tepresn'ed an average weekly pay check of Mil. ti.i. That is an improvement over earlier figures, but it still haves North Carolina far bclntv the national average and emphasizes, without dispar agement oi eiiing industries a-rl th-ir contribu tion to the stale' erein.mv. t!iat the employment areas upon which wr depend ir. ist h.-avily employ semi-skilled I.i',( i in tnoM instances and pay ac eordmyly. New ini'-.'s'ies cmn'iv. into the state -- elec-ti-ontcs. ptd: p.io. r ;r,u allied products and plastics have pay scales above those of industries upon which t" state's ecr-iomy was until recent years almost wholly dependent. In I.i.e with the .-taie minimum wage act pass ed by the 105 ) C.-ner.il Assembly, it is noted that enh o,),- sikiner-t ;f nm-inrm empl ivment falls below th:1 st.-fn imi: rn:i:r. H. 'el ai d nvttd cm-phvi-cs rvicvul an average of ."0 cents an hour or 5iL2; r7 a we U. T ips to ! sure are not included. ;"id alliwances f r food will probably make a dif ference ton. lint tips are unsure for many of these workers, and the labor I Vpart merit's figures on earnings are the official criteria! The department's list should be revealing an I iiidicat iv n i f North Carolina's economic weaknesses .md hopeful omens for the future: Average Average Hourly Weekly Indu-try Karning Faming All n-muf.a turig . ,S fil.fi. Lumber and timber 1.2t 52.04 Furriture . .. 1 43 til. 20 Stone, clay and glass 1.39 (52.13 Primary metals 2.2fi 90.23 Kahrcated metals 1119 K9 97 Machinery (except e!ec.) 1 02 F.lcctrical machinery 1.8G Food .md kim'rrd prod. 1.29 THE DAILY TAR HEEL Hairy products P.akcry products P.everage industries Tobacio industry Cigarette f"tories Steinmeries and redrying All textiles Knitting m'lls r ull faslii'.ned hosiery Seamless hosiny 1.43 1 47 1.13 1 51 1 93 1.20 1 49 1.44 1.51 1.43 Yam mills 1.33 Apparel manufacturing 1.20 paper and allo-d products 2.20 I'ulp and pap"r'.io.ird mills 2.53 Paperboard containers 1.01 Printing 2 00 Newspapers 2.30 Chemicals 1.92 Plastics and synthetics 2 14 Mining 1.4." Communily and Pub. I'til. 2.11 Wh lesale trade 1 Tl P.etail trade 130 Motels and rrot Is .59 I aindrie; rnd drv cleaning .77 72 09 77.19 51 00 07.21 61.30 54.13 o FA H2.37 54 00 59.30 54.43 55 12 53.48 50.30 46 44 101.47 115 12 71.00 83.43 87.56 80.06 po-M 00 12 88.83 73 79 51 74 20 07 31.19 There i a lifting tendency throughout the wane picture, ard the new and diversified industry be ing attracted to the .state must be given substantial credit for an accretive influence M nd y u. sehonlten ching isn't on the almvc list but we doubt il its inclusion would add appreciably to the prevailing avearge. And that's something to think about not only as a corollary but in its own and deeper right. dreensboro Daily News Happy New Year V Th nation it at war. 3. Th nation is losing th war badiy. 3. Th nation mutt xeit a vtly prafr effort QTijc iDatlp nr I? eel The bfriOal student publication of the Publication 5oid of the University of North Carolina where it la published diily txcept Mem da an- examination period and summer terms Entered is second class ma"er in the post office in Chapel Mill. N. C. under the ac of March 3. 1870. Subscription rates .4 00 per se- mrster, $7 00 ' 'lie .'", . ff ,. , " t!iftJi Virc', '- HtiuVLrii MX-1 its fix,. wirstri, $7 (10 pf.r il fear. V Th Dailr Tar Kf Ucel is printed bv " the N'ews Inc.. Carrboro, N. C. Editor Associate Kditor L'ditorial Ast. . Managing L'ditors DAVIS B YOUNC FRANK CIX)WTIIER M LOU REDDEN LARRY SMITH JONATHAN YARDLEY Business Manager WALKER BLANTON Sports Editor feature Editor ELLIOTT COOPER MARY ALICE ROWLETTF Coed Editor Photo Editors . Advertising Manager - JOSIE MORRIf BILL BRINKIIOUS PETER NESS BARRY ZASLAV VIRGINIA ALDIGE This South Under God Rev. H. Shelton Smith You will tind the tel of the ser mon of this morning in Paul's letter to the Galations. dxdi cnap ter and seventh verse: '"R-j not !U'ived; God is not ranked, fc.r whatever a man so. villi, that shall he also reap." About ten days ago. the- ia-v.eJ. John Brown's raid of euiiteen-liity-nine was accorded a centen nial celebration. That celebration constitutes the prologue io the coming national celebration t t one hund;edth anniversary oi h American Civil War. Hardly a wctk now passes that doe.s not see the appearance oi some new hoik reviewing some particular ligure involved in that great dis- reemliigly. we can hardly wa:t for Act One the shelling oi Sumter to come. Now why. I ask you. are we so restlessly nervous to embark upon vvlit was tor America its most trag c conflict? Well, of course the con ventional answers immediately arise. For one thing, that w as such a fateful war that it wid always make an appeal to ihe American heart. For Lincoln, it was the fae oi the Union; tor Je.ierson Davis it was the late of a region beiu upon establishing a separate na tion. Then, of course, there is the appeal of the spectacular, the dramatic, the heroic. And in this sphere I could go on almost inde finitely discussing those aspects of that great carnage. Those Robin Hoods of the cavalry. Phil Sheri dan and Jeb Stuart, always fire the imagination u the red-blooded youth. Then, of course, one will be greatly fired who takes the last phase of the great struggle, watch ing Grant relentlessly crushing the forces of the Army of Vir ginia. Those terrible seven days of wilderness fight, when North erners and Southerners burned to death not knowing where they were. And Chanecllorsville, where Jackson was shot by his own men. And then Appomattox, when this tall and ga.Luit, dignitieJ Lee moves before the stumpy general; and there is the end. Now, this celebration is of course going to relive many of those experiences; but there's an other reason, I think, that must be added to those I've given for our nervous and restless desire to get the centennial on the road, as it were. It lies in the fact, my friends, that the American people, both north and south, today are feeling the tug at the bottom of their conscience of the same hu man issue which tore this Union apart. Undoubtedly we of the South are in the midst of one of the great decisive next steps in the breakdown and remolding ot whai. we call the Southern way of life. In the midst of this siuu.uon. we are troubled: and people are troubled irrespective ol the side they take. Thus there is common agony, common concern. Now, I want to talk about this taproot concern today. But more important is the fact that more Southerners are troubled in conscience, agonizing in con science today over this one ques tion than any other. One reason w hy we do not like to discuss it in public, is that we are so tortured in the privacy of our hearts. When 1 grew up. the Negro question was not discussable; that is in the pul pit; but the homes were agog with it. Now I believe, my friends, that this psychic difficulty of ours can be overcome in some measure if we acknowledge this as a great issue, as a great burden nad set our faces to deal with it. Now in speaking of the prog ress, as there certainly is, of the Negro, 1 want to say that his prog ress and advancement are wrap ped up with a rapidly changing, advancing South. 1 am certain my self that the South is in one of the great fluid periods in which de cisions are extremely decisive cn many fronts; and willy-nilly the South is changing. And I think of many forces involved, but there are three that seem to me to high light this transformation. One, of course, is the great movement of country people into urban centers, losing, albeit slow ly, the folkways of the country side, taking on the folkways of the city. Here we are in the midst of one of the most dramatic urbaniz ing processes known in American history. The South has never had. up to now, city of a million souls. Yet. by nineteen seventy-five, at least half a dozen such centers will be in existence, in all prob ability, here in the South. This urbanization has enormous impli cations for our changing life. TUESDAY, JANUARY S, 1760 "Your Slip's Showing' V t- TT ' 'sl i -5lV's' V -J ytJt te ;f MUX .S .sMO' llrrhlarh is mcav riuc to illness "iMvrl9M. 195. The Pirlif-r o - SI Louis Pof r- - Per spectives By Yardley Jonathan Yardley With the coming of a new calendar year news paper columnists invariably turn a sentimental eye back upon the past and n.ttalgicly review the events that transpired in the preceding year. Their perspective becomes a Jittle dimmed by nostalgia, understandably so, ;)ru th,. year always seems la have been a little better than it was. For some of us 1939 was a very good year: for some of us it was a very bad year; others managed to live through it. Panics wore born, people died, airplanes crashed, srechos were given, pacts were signed, agreements Ivokon. marriages made, bombs exploded -- the world just went riht on living in 1S59. In the perspective ef history it was a verv little speck with only a glimmer of moaning or of hope. .Man came no cl oser to a-!;:ovi'ia happine-s. peace, or i-o -ultimate -p'-riectabilitv of his serd. neither o'U oe cot 11 M I-Jl c!ooi- to hi? destru:'ti;,n. lT'.-f) was a '-ear o; -m for much of th,. world. The cohl war ber-ame li;-le less distinct in many parts of fie mot.r. though in olh-rs it became either chillier or .vaniicr. .V.essers. Kisenhower and Khrushchev smiled at each ether: no one throw stones at Nixon; h Cau'le stood, solid and impen etrable as ever, as P-c f-umdati'-n of an invigorated France; Germany remained divided but half of it was free: India held on tight and kept Red China away from her door, though the knocking was fierce and potent: we ail sat in our easjebairs and waited out the long, long fr waj. j, didn-. come. That war did not come was perhaps 1959's onlv real achievement. War. to all practical purposes, should have come; the stage was. as they say. set. Never in history had two such powerful forces been so completely opposed to each other. But somehow, despite the fact that the antagonism of these forces had been coalescing toward an ex plosion in 1P59. the inevitable was stalled. They talked, and talked, anrl talked. They had very little to say. but they fought their war with words instead of weapons. The difference was heartwarming. HKK) is. now, the year of decision. Summit con ferences, international visits and tete-a-tetes, speeches, resolutions, damnations and congratula tions are all forthcoming. Another 1959 is in the making. Perhaps we will live througlt it. And per haps we will not. Because, perhaps, that explosion, long in the wings, will came on stage. And the certain knowledge that the ultimate result of such an international conflagration will be death and destruction is not very encouraging. It should make all of us approach 1960 with a reverence and hesi tation, a knowledge of man's smallness in time and space. During I960, if they are to avoid war. the lead ers of the earth must do more than talk. They must act. and act with decision and speed. They must disarm, open their borders, and learn to live with each other. But they will not. There is an element of infinite stubbornness in mankind that makes him cling to the antiquated notion that he or his nation can rule the world. We can hope for no great advent of peace in 1960 or in 1970. The world is going to Wp on the wide and easy path of hate and destruction. And we. sadly to say, are caught right in the tide. It's enough just to keep swimming, much less attempt to reverse the direc tion of the stream. What can we hope for in 1960? First of all, we can hope that no one pushes that mythical panic button and sets the world afire. We can hope that our President, who has done so well these past months, will remain healthy and vigorous; that he will continue to pursue the cause of peace so dili gently "Peace, in our time," as Chamberlin said. We can hope that the small and weak nations of the world that are free will remain free. We can hope that the Soviet Union will listen to the voice of the world and of its own people and will coop erate in the search for this "peace." Wc can hope that man has the courage to stand up for what he believes to be right, and to defend that right. Per haps man will at the same time realize that "peace" is what is right. 1960? "The future," Mart Sahl says, "lies ahead." To Him J- - j K A- -J "A group of Duke students went to the dormitory room of the student who wrote the paro dy. They broke down his door. They thrashed him soundly. The student, a Jcwdsh boy, suffered another attack on Duke campus the next day." GREENSBORO DAILY NEWS. (The following poem refers not just to the above-mentioned in cidents, but to all the acts of intolerance and anger which were directed at Cohen and The Duke Chronicle by "righteously" indignant Christians.) TO STEVE COHEN By Dennis King Steve Cohen! You're in Christen dom where your door fell in with God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen You're in Christendom where the believers raving swing at you You're in Christendom where tobacco belt newspaper editors indignantly roar You're in Christendom where they believe in a Su preme Hero who lived loving mild selfless compassionate kind gentle forgiving tolerant loving You're in Christendom where His followers have for gotten His message of love and compassion and thrash re vile despise damn you during the season of His birth O Blessed Time of Peace Y'ou're in Christendom where, after the storm is over, you will be more able than the Christians to tell the mean ing of crucifixion You're in Christendom where the believers are offend ed by the rape of their Myth but themselves make a mockery of the Truth by per secuting you in His name You're in Christendom where "Peace on Earth, good will toward men" is babbled in Duke Chapel just babbled You're in Christendom where the believers never stop to think Christ would probably have praised your article if he thought it would make your mind-on-fire feel any better You're in Christendom where the believers don't even have the charity to Turn the Other Cheek to petty attacks on their religion You're in Christendom where the believers are no more than believers You're in Christendom, Steve Cohen. Have a Merry Crucifixion. GEMS OF THOUGHT Courtesy costs nothing, yet it buys tilings that are priceless. Life's but a brief lesson and school's out before we know it. Luck is the crossroad where planning and opportunity meet. Many a good argument is knocked down and run over by progress. Children sometimes tear it up, but tdey never break up a home. Too many people waste half their time finding ways to waste the other half. It takes a lot more than a mag netic personality to get things coming your way. Too many people use friend ship as a drawing account, but forget to make a deposit. Don't expect to stay ahead of your bills if you allow them to do all t.ie running. A great many people never worry about the fcture until it becomes a part of the past. Taking advantage of a raft of friends is the only thing that keeps some people afloat. - $?'J2 I yOZA'N0 SHABBY) ' AyWT ''B A cJ ) j I 1 1 i . cn ID z LU OL il i - Y1 I LITTLE ii.., ew-j . i .n p-j i vi ry WHEN A LITTLE BkSY 15 BQZtt INTO THIS COLD LOO&D, HE'S CONFUSED.' HE'S FRIGHTENED.' ME NEED? SQUETHiNS TO G4EEf m OP... 1 " ' trrri THE WAV I SEE IT. AS SCON A5 A 8W (5 HE SHOULD Be ISSUED A BANJO i ii i mil il j in n x N Not Black Nor White Norman B. Smith There is no Aviltlerness left to conquer in the Southern Appalachians, and there hasn't been for a good many years. On our side of the ridge the Zacharys and the Pcnland lived- On the other side there were the Sct ser, the Welch's and the Mclnryres. ''Each lainily to its own cove, for God knows how many gener. vions. Utile peaks jutted up n the ridgeline as humps are wont to line up along a rumpled coverlet. Mostly the traffic went around through Lacy Gap, but it'would be foolish to think that the ridge hadn't leen c rossed from time to time-by-squirrel hunt ers or mica prospectors "-and such. ' Yet. there was' a chanceand it is move than a chance when you-aien't "sure offfacis to the contraiy; it can be a certainty if-you would let it, as much a certainty as .vuyfhing you pin your actions on, any presupposition 1 mean that this one knob had never been climbed. A strange peak it was. distinctive, sitting there crookedly, sharp- As I sat under the walnut in back of the house I would look . it ... a hungry mule, an afterthought plumped down by an unpraaiced hand dis arranging the symmetry of the ridge, the snaggle-toc.th of aged woman the stump left by ;l dull ax. Through my mind: then I would be the first to do something different to climb this different-looking thing a goal a new goal ch runner ol Marathon oh bescigers of Jericho now I join you. I'p the forgotten rutted paths leading f rm the far end of our pasture- Past where once was a homestead farther back into the cove than wh is settled now, built when the land had 'to support everyone (before there was mill woik and store work), grown over now, chimney fallen and roof rotten. Steeper it got and past the benched end of a tribu tary ridge located in a thermal belt which had once been orchard where someone they c led Uncle Alex had tried to chute apples down in a canvas trough until he found that they got to rolling so fast that those which could be stopped at all by the time thev reached the bottom were too badly bruised . to be sent to market. Reaching the fallen-; -down rail fence which had kept the stock from foraging ?ny further up the mountain.-' Next the spring head, just a trickle here but' by the time it got down to our place woti'd be a branch that would have to bc crossed oir a foot log. Here I began slipping on leaves and" acorns, an undisturbed carpet for countless; centuries. Rest stops were more frequent. Oir one H them I could make out the log shrowded pc: through the trees and could! see c louds scudding by driven by a whipping; wind not f:u alxve it. lint here it was ca'nv and warm. Anc ient oaks and hickories we;e; an invulnerable shield against the most fear-! ful gales. More c limbing. The peak seemed to be within a few min utes lor 1 could see sky cutting low on the trunks of the farthest trees, but arriving there found it to be only the joint of another tri butary ridge and much steeper climbing yet ahead. Necessary it was to hoist mvsel? up sapling by sapling after that to keep from sliding back more than 1 could climb up, Drum! There was a mica prospecting hole: I thought I had passed all the activities of other men behind, but I was confident that this would be the last of them. I would be alone, not only of the present, but of the past as well, and no one would ever be alone in doing this thing again-my shadow would be before them! They would have to con cede that they were only duplicating. The trees were as old, older because there hadn't been any cutting way up there, but they were smaller, limbs flung out every w Inch way. battered, knotty. They had to be tough tor the soil wore. thin and the wind drove hard. And thcrc-the skelital remains of an ancient chestnut, ghostlv sentinel, un leveled by lightning or rot. ' ' I detected a subtle gentling of the incline. I his time the peak was truly near. I sweated from the exertion of that needless unrcstin dine that the sight of goal filled me with, and at the same time I began to get chillv all over from the full affects of the wind un cut here after passing over mile of vallevs and tens of lesser ridgetopv Only steps awav. I was there- Th?t was all. None of the ' wild, exulting emotions I had anticipated. I hey had all been writhing within me dm -mg the climb and must have spent themsel ves, for I felt nothing I his was no goal reached. Nor is anv t ung. It is only in continually thinking that the goal now sought is a real one that keeps people doing things. Maybe it is only death that is a real goal, and no one bring knows. Maybe that's it, the finality then, not being able to masticate it over and over and then regurgitate it and try to swallow it a-ain (in the mind): maybe the instantaneous sensa tion, inseparable from and unidentifiable apart from the backwash that follows in life -except at death when iioihin, I.l1..us-!is ihe goal uached. V I