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Page Two The Chapel HUI Weekly Chaps! 88, North Careßaa 12* s. liwnr Tilutw. %-\xn or MCI It tw cw m fcfc Qum CamtriiH&*g Iditor Qwbjlb CuflWBX _l General Manager ■MISIm a a> Mh wiht'SL m* a< SUBSCRIPTION RATES b Omri CowAy, Y«r !*•*• (* months, CSJS; S month*, sl-60) Outside of Orange County b7 the Yaar: (Mat— of N. C, V*l, and S. C. l» Other Motes and Diat of Cokuabia AM Mexico, Sooth America CM Kmrop* CM ADVERTISING RATES National, for agencies, 84c col. inch . . . I»eal transient, 75c; open, 65c; regular, 60c; consistent (50 inches or more average per week), 54c .. . Classified, payable in advance, minimum, 60c for 12 words, every additional word 4c; All classified ads running four or more times carry a 259 c dis count . . . Legal and tabular, 1 time 80c per inch; 2 times 75c; 3 times. 70c; 4 or more time*, 66c ... “Readers,” separate from reading matter and clearly marked “adv.," 75c . . . Political (in ad vance), 76c. Designs for Future Automobiles In an address to the Society of Auto motive Engineers, Raymond Loewy has expressed his opinion about the present designs of automobiles and has ventured predictions about future designs. You may not have known, or if you did know you may have forgotten, about Mr. Loewy’s remarkable career, so I will give a brief review of it. He was bom in Paris 61 years ago; he attended the University of Paris and the Lanneau College of Engineering; as a liaison officer in the First World War he formed friendships with many of the Americans fighting on the French front; he came to live in this country and was naturalized as an American citizen. His first work was as a fashion designer. He was art director of the Westinghouse Electric Company. Twenty-five years ago he established his own organization for industrial design. He is called an “industrial designer,” but that is only a convenient designation. It tells only a small part of the story and does not suggest the great scope, or the artistic quality, of Mr. Loewy’s achieve ments. The partnership and companies bearing his name today provide designs for 127 corporations, including railroads, airplane manufacturers and operators, manufacturers of cosmetics and foods, a bus company, chain and department stores, and steamship lines. He has been designer and stylist for one of the big automobile manufacturers for sixteen years. He has been a lecturer at Harvard and New York University; has contributed to architectural and engineering journals and to magazines; and is the author of ‘‘The Locomotive—lts Aesthetics” and several other books. Talking to members of a brotherhood of close kin to his own when he talked to the automotive engineers, he told them bluntly, in some passages you might even say brutally, what he thought of present automobile designs. One thing he criti cized was the copying of one company’s product by the others and he said that this was the time, “while they have the money, the momentum, and the market,” for the makers to be pioneering. Then he offered predictions. Here are some ex cerpts from that part of his address: “Semi-automatic driving will become the rule. Driving will become easier— therefore more relaxing; therefore more dangerous. Interior design must take into account that the occupants must be pro tected more carefully if the driver lapses in attention and dozes. Devices to prevent this from happening may become stand ard equipment.” “The standard of living will be more uniform. More people will be able to con sider the possibility of owning two or more cars. (There will be a wider variety of body types made available at the low coat level—possibly a utility car, of which no example exists now; or a vacation car, combining advantages of the present sta tion wagon with some of the more im portant facilities found in trailers: re frigerated compartments, cooking units, folding awnings, tents, and so forth.)” “Now let’s see if we can visualize an ensemble. Our 2006 model has a compact engine that does not require a high hood. This engine can be placed anywhere, and the cooling intake, if any, will be small. The body encloses large luggage spaces. .The ear ia correctly streamlined ; the un dercarriage la smooth. The body is built strongly to be safe in case of collision. Therefore, window arrangement will be r stMnc«l by the new type «f, structure. 1 • -.r- . believe the goldfish-bowl or greenhouse superstructure is on its way out, especially in the rear of the vehicle. “The doors—or rather, the accessibility panels—will be power-operated and will open so that one can get in and out with out crouching. The car can move laterally for close parking.” “Visibility in a 360-degree arc is as sured. Inside, windows closed, the car is quiet. The roof is a light-reflecting sur face that will keep the car from getting too hot inside in the sun. “The electronics industry will probably have developed a low-priced radar unit for | driving in the fog. Also, I see a possibility of a return to the flat windshield, which eliminates misleading light reflections at night.”—L. G. Mrs. Archibald Henderson Everybody has had strange contradic tory feelings about the flight of the years: at one time a certain happening returns to the mind so clearly that it seems on the very brink of the present, at another time it seems so far, far away in the past as to be rather in a dream world than within one’s own experience. As with events, so with persons. This thought comes to me in connection with Mrs. Archibald Henderson. She was of an era in Chapel Hill that we think of and speak of as bygone; the population of the place has so changed, by incomings, by departures and deaths, that most of the people living here today did not know her. But to those of us who have been here for a generation or more she is such a vivid memory that, now when we hear of her death, she belongs to only yester day. In the University at the turn of the cen tury she was a striking figure on the campus and in the classroom, a slender and graceful brunette whose beauty was of the type that you see in portraits of great ladies of Italy and Spain and the French Midi. Her carriage had a regal flavor, reflecting the note of dominance in her character. She was a brilliant scholar and her contributions to the college period icals revealed a remarkable grist for writing. She was married soon after her gradu ation to another brilliant scholar and gifted writer, and their home became A osßtoPof intellectual and social lifeiif tne rifece. A Mrs. Henderson was distinguished for the knowledge gained by her wide read ing, for her keen perceptions and sensitive understanding, and for her lively and pungent wit. Underlying her intellectual and artistic qualities was a loyal and gen erous nature.—L. G. Old-Time Homely Remedies I used to hear the late Dr. William deß. MacNider talk about* great medical dis coveries that came about by accident. Os course this part of medical history is well known to ail physicians and to many other people. A famous instance was the obser vation by Edward Jenner that milkmaids infected with cowpox were immune to smallpox; this led him to make experi ments demonstrating that inoculation with cowpox gave immunity to the disease. The use of quinine grew out of somebody’s noticing that natives of a South American country allayed fever and pain with an extract from the cinchona bark. The dis covery of penicillin by Alexander Fleming resulted from his observing, incidentally to experiments for another purpose, the antibacterial powers of mold. Not so well known is the resemblance of old-time homely remedies to drugs developed from famous discoveries. One of Dr. MacNider’s reminiscences was about a farmer's wife who told him, long before penicillin was ever heard of, that the best way to get rid of an infection was to apply a moldy bread poultice. The doctor paid little attention to this at the time; he recalled it after the discovery of peni cillin. , * These remarks are inspired by the fol lowing passage from Mrs. Lucy Phillips Russell’s column in the Rockingham Post- Dispatch : “The great bacteriologist, Alexander Fleming, died last week at age of 73. Back in 1928 Dr. Fleming stumbled into the mystery of what is now penicillin. But Dr. Fleming was not a pioneer in that branch of medicine “Many years ago a mother in Rocking ham was in great distress because her baby's mouth was so sore that he would not eat; he just cried miserably night and day. ‘Aunt* Alice Leak, a respected friend of those who needed her services, came to the rescue of the distracted young mothers. Said she: T know exactly what will cure that baby in two days, but you IBS CHAPEL HDX WEEKLY won't do what I tells you.' *Yes, I will, FR do anything to cure this baby's mouth.’ 'Well, then you go out in the country to somebody’s sheep-pen and get you a cup full of sheep-droppings, get the old kind already molded, kind o’ blueish; make you a tea with boiling water, let it set till cool; don’t strain it, just let it settle and wash that baby’s mouth and yo’ breast with a soft piece of cotton, three times a day. It will help sopie from the first but in less than two days your baby will be well. Use a fresh piece of cotton every time. Now I done told you what to do: you go make that “Nanny Tea”.’ “ ‘My mother was a nurse woman; she taught me how to make this tea and she learned it from her mother, who may have learned it from her mother who came from Africa.' So saying Aunt Alice went on her way. “Was that tea ever made\ “I am sure not, but half a century or more afterwards a great doctor did that very thing under different circumstances and suffering humanity bows down before his memory.”—L. G. The Horror That Menaces, the World The latest article about the horror that a third world war would be appears in this week’s issue of the Saturday Review. It is “Man’s Duel with the Hydrogen Bomb,” by the distinguished British mathemati cian, philosopher, and author, Bertrand Russell. A hydrogen bomb war menaces man kind, but, says Mr. Russell, “what impedes understanding of the situation more than anything else is that the term ‘mankind’ feels vague and abstract. People scarcely realize in imagination that the danger is Chapel Hill Chaff (Continued from page 1) Fortunately it was not need ed. The pilot’s cuts did not add up to a serious injury. The passengers, informed that they would be trans ferred to another plane, trooped into the Washington terminal. They boarded the substitute plane in time for the delay to be only about an hour. The plane loaded at Bjj-CH at midnight K orew pud passengers or roe first plane did not know what it was that had shattered the windshield un til they landed at Washing ton. Then they learned it was a duck. The airplane and airport people did not enlighten our niece as to what species of duck. They said simply: duck. My associate on the Weekly, Joe Jones, knows more about winged creatures —all wildlife, for that mat ter—than anybody in my acquaintance, and I asked him what sort of duck this one probably was. There was no telling, he said— there were wild ducks of so many species flying north at this time of year. I wonder if there was enough of the duck left clinging to the windshield— feathers or other parts—for the investigators at Wash ington to find out what the species was? Maybe Mr. Goodwin, the Eastern Air Lines’ chief officer for the Raleigh-Durham-Chapel Hill area, can tell me. I will ask him. • * * * I have received a letter from an old friend, Ferdin and B. Johnson, of Clinton, who was known only as Ferdie Johnson when he was a student here in the class of 1897. He was a third base man on the University base bail team and was one of the great ballplayers of his era. He and W. D. Car michael were classmates. The subject of his letter was the recent article in the Weekly in which s Mr. Mc- Elvaine, a visitor in the vill age, recalled coming here as a member of the University of Pennsylvania team in 1898 and told how a batl hit by a Carolina batter to rightfield had started rolling down an embankment, and, because of stopping in a hole near the top, had been re covered by the fielder and thrown to second base in time to put the batter out. The batter, Recording to the narrative, had keen loafing to themselves and their children and their grandchildren, and not only to a dimly apprehended humanity.” He quotes warnings that have been uttered by eminent men of science and by experts in military strategy. One of these warnings comes from Sir John Sles sor, an authority on air warfare, who says: “A war in this day and age would be gen eral suicide .... It never has made and never will make any sense, trying to abolish any particular weapon of war. What we have got to abolish is war.” I have been wondering what is the closest parallel, in literature, with the day when hydrogen bombs begin to fall; not, of course, a parallel in the kind of destruction—that is, from falling bombs —but in the general scene of terror and despair. My selection for the closest parallel is “Dies Irae” (“Day of Wrath”), a Latin poem by Tommaso di Celar.o, who lived seven centuries ago (from 1185 to 1255 A.D.). It begins “Dies irae. dies ilia! Solvet saeclum in favilla, Teste David cum Sybilla.” Here are some passages from the English translation in Burton Steven son’s anthology, ‘The Home Book of Verse”: “Day of wrath, that day of burning, Seer and Sybil speak concerning, All the world to ashes turning . . . Trumpet, scat tering sounds of wonder, Rending sepul chres asunder, Shall resistless summons thunder All aghast then Death shall shiver, And great Nature’s frame shall quiver, When the graves their dead de liver .... When shall sit the Judge un erring, He’ll unfold all there occurring, Vengeance then no more deferring . . . When the accursed away are driven, to eternal burnings given.”—L. G. along because always in the past a ball disappearing over the edge of the embankment had been a home run. “I left the University in 1897,” wrote Ferdie, “so I was not in the game in question, but I played on the team for four years, and afterward I went back to the Hill often, and I heard and read about the games I didn’t see. ~ ”1 do re m e e r thin in 1897 we played Fena. Their team traveled in a private Pullman car, as Mr. McElvaine said. That Penn team had one of the finest second basemen who ever played against Carolina, a boy named Jackson. Also, the Penn catcher was a great player. “I do not remember any hill in right field that a ball could have rolled down. The right field line ran along “HE WHO HATH GOOD HEALTH IS YOUNG” —’(Author’* Name Below) — 100 year* ago the average person was old at the age of 40, and the subject of much congratulation if their sixtieth birthday ever arrived. You have available many new discoveries and vitamins to give you added strength. You have learned that to con sult your Physician periodic ally for a check-up often helps you to prevent serious ill nesses. You should approach old age at 70, and look for ward to congratulations on your eightieth or ninetieth birthday, *r even longer. You are younger because you now can be healthier. • ASK YOUR PHYSICIAN TO PHONE 9-8781 WHEN YOU NEED A MEDICINE • Pick up your prescrip tion if shopping near us, or let us deliver promptly without extra charge. A great many thoughtful people entrust us with the responsibility of filling their prescriptions. May we compound yours? SUTTON’S DRW STORE lit E. FraakUa BL Phaa* Sill or S-STII PRESCRIPTION CHEMISTS •Quotation by H. C. Bohn 1886 parallel with the building that was the Library then— it is now the Playmakers Theatre—and beyond right field was the oak grove to the rear of the South build ing. The present journalism and University Press build ing stands where our dia mond was. 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Modern, non-tomtehing brow lockd « COtOtADO ** >WH * BAWMOC HMSI 41* W«* FnaUa 84. - |M | I On the Town By Chock Hauatr ■maaaanMaHaJ THE WEATHER THIS PAST WEEK may not have seemed like spring to you, but believe me, spring has been around Chapel Hill for quite a little while now. It showed up first a few weeks ago in the guise of balmy weather. Then the clinchers came: A pink horse caught the measles; a phony meteorite turned up in the middle of the campus; and a farmer in northern Orange county reported the seat gone from his two-holer. The first two incidents above may have been spontane ous manifestations of collegiate sap-rising which always accompany the vernal equinox; the latter was a clear indication that the old-fashioned and well-known spring time “Hell Week” is still being practiced by a number of Carolina fraternities, in spite of the fact that all forms of hazing have legally been abolished for some time. (The University is ostriching along in the belief that “Gred| Week” has completely replaced “Hell Week;” the is that at least two fraternities are still practicing the time-honored custom of paddling the backsides of their pledges.) Trophies similar to the two-holer seat mentioned above | have always been favorite targets of pledge scavenger hunts. Another favorite (it was on my list a few years I back) was a cannon ball from the Confederate memorial on Capitol Square in Raleigh. Largely as a result of these fraternal forays in past years, there are now two cannon i balls left out of the original 16 (one is on the northwest corner and one on the southwest corner of the monument). I see them every day, and I have been meaning to suggest to the buildings and grounds people that they either dig up 14 mates to go with them or get rid of the two lonely ;ones that are left. But to get back to our topic, which was spring. Don’t let the temperature fool you; other factors, I have found, are controlling in determining the seasons in Chapel Hill. I AM NO LAWYER, so I .am ready to stand corrected on apy legal points concerning requirements for ABC elections, but from what little I have found out I would hazard a guess that there will be no whiskey vote in Chapel Hill in the foreseeable future. (1) The municipal picture: An enabling act, passed by the General Assembly, is the means by which a muni cipal ABC election could be called here. This would require the support of Orange county’s representative, John stead. The Orange-Alamance district senator, Ralph Scot* would not propose such legislation without Umstead’s okay. Thus, in effect, Mr. Umstead would have to intro duce the bill. I asked him a few days ago what the chances were. His answer: “They’ll have to find somebody besides me to spon sor it.” As indicated above, Mr. Scott would not do so and no other legislator would introduce a bill concerning Some one else’s constituency. I didn’t press Mr. Umstead for his reasons, since his tone of voice implied that he wasn’t interested in even discussing the matter. (2) The county picture; A county ABC election can be called by thg Board ofCoahtyCatoiissioner.s ; or a peti tion containing tha names of 15 per cent of the voters in (Continued on page 7) Friday, April I, 1955
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