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SSc • E**aer* ' aepani* &o» Tatar* 7a>- tut eaear.y s*-*mc ’>«*-' FuLraca. -i. ac aac* ■ »*-■ A Chapei Hifl Howewife S*k3 It: *1 kr-c*v a jo: of streets in Chapel Hill are torn up. but I'm no: too concerned, yf •, cniidrer. are returning ?■■'. school, and like .raof. parents I »orr> about the:r \ or * i-treetS 1 Tr.e hoje- anc bump? car. be rep-aced. : ut r.ulh.r.g car. take the of the .:fe of my chiid." The Weekly ConnenU: The offers a so.stior. to our oautomor.je accident problem. If there were more hole** and bumpe perhaps driver*- v.-uid oe more cares-1. The sad par -f the ooservation is that some drivers are so tr.ickheaded they ■won't alow down until they think they're tearing up t.te.r automobile. Taking a life through dangerous or care»e-> driving never occur? to them. The Inescapable World of Cash For years now we have veer listening to the radio arid, albeit under dure?..-, have of course beer. .-ter..r,g to the commercial at the ,-atr.e time M'/8t w* car. stomacn. They're pretty grim, but mo*’ of tne time we feel no particular pair, from ’hem. Os cotrrse thing- are going a tit too far when someone te. u? we ought rea.iv to increase our kidney output; nobody, least of a., us, knows anything at all out of the way about our kidney output, and we seriously doubt if anyone is m tererted. However, if - all right; fortu nately we are not obliged to take the darn pills and subsequently rr.ake our kidneys work them.selves land us; to death. Hot we were giver, the last ,-t.raw by a gentleman on a Raleigh station earner th:» we*-?. A.or g about the middie of th‘- da;., wu’r ’he rair. drilling moodi!) down outside and tr.e smoke of an iil treated hamourgi-r -wiriir.g around o.r mini*-' vie home ar.d dorr.ic.b- in nau.seat ing eddie-, w<- v.<-r<- -uddenly d<-ai*. a brisk audio-rabbit punch by a husky voice from the g'/fd old network. The voice, which identified itself as. belonging to a gentleman, named Jim O’Neill, announced in muffled tones that its. owner wa- employed as a salesman in a large Kak-.gh department, -tore, the name of which we have (for better or worse, we are uncertain which/ forgot ten, and that, said department store was, at that, very red-hot moment, having a round-the-clock sale; furthermore, the voice continued, the owner of the voice, namely Mr. O’Neill, had been told by his boss that he (Mr. O’Neill/ couldn't go home unless he sold one washer (whether dish or clothes we didn't hear/ every hour. To heap more misery on this soul-churning tale of commercial Machiavellics (a word we invented Hi seconds ago/, things had got to the point where (a/ Mrs. O’Neill was mad; Mr O'Neill didn’t say at whom—probably at both Mr. O’Neill and his boss, (b/ Mr. O'Neill was tired and sleepy, poor thing, and wanted to go home. (<•/ Mr. O'Neill hadn’t managed to sell a washer in the past hour. Things were getting desperate. Would someone come down please and buy a washer so that Mr. (FNeill could go home? He didn't men tion how long he had to go on selling a washer every hour on the hour, so de spite the fact that some Samaritan may have heard the .SOS and trotted right down and spent between two and three hundred dollars on a dish washer under the impression that by doing so Mr. O'Neill would be released to go home and facets angry wife. Mr. O’Neill may well have had to stay on anyway and sell another washer the next hour. Now if this isn’t the limit" If this isn’t just handing out the thin edge of the wedge’ We haven’t got two or three hundred dollars.. And :f we did. we certainly would r>ot squander it all on a drizzly afternoon so that some total stranger could go home and go to tied. Ever, for a dishwasher. And what about this “round-the-clock-sale” business' Are they really open and selling at dras tically reduced prices 24 hours out of the 24' If sc*, who. may we ask. is go ing to buzz ’round to the department store and buy a dishwasher at. say. three in the morning? We hope Mr. O'Neill got home. He certainly did sound rather bleary, as if he were being badly treated by what he considered h:.- boss's violation of the child labor .aw But O'Neill is a good oic Irish name, and we’d have thought the Irish rad more zest and whang in them thar to stand around and be put upon by a little old department store manager w n decided he ; r.aa to sell j dishwasher every hour.—J.A ( D. Victims of Inflat Km Remember back in the da;. -of the JO4 Que-t.on ' VI her. a contestant approached it. the audience usually was heard char g "You'll oe sorry!" Now adays wher a contestant approache- the “$64,000 Question” r.e or -he reported ly receives all sorts of letter- ar.d tele grams urging, "Go on; go on: don't stop now.’ Thus it .seems that not only Ameri can monetary value*- but al.v> the Amer icar. mental attitudes are victim- of in flation. Student- Who Quit School Too Soon Are Throwing A»»y Future Earning* 'Th*. Ukin Tribune/ Inasmuch a- scho'ul enrollment got un der way * stay in the Elkin school sys tem. and wl.. 'A-g'.n within day- at some of the neighboring nchooU, th.- seems: i.ke a good time to mention some of the findings of the U. S. Department of LtWl Wage and Hour Divisiori and iU iiearing ujor. the wage earning power of tho.se who did ar.d did not complete -chvil. Frame Muench, who ns acting Region al Director of the Wage and Hour Divi -ion of the Department of J.abor, urges: teenagers who have q iit school t/i re turn; V) high school this fall. He {dints out the result of a ISSO census, which -bowed that a return to h;gii sch'Kil will rr.<-an thousand- of dollars to the aver age youngster. D/.e of the finding- of the 1050 cen - -■ v.a- that men over 24 who had com puted eight years of grade sch'iol re ••e.-.ed an average annual income of $2, 522 Those who had graduated from h.gn -<lkkil, however, averaged $.2,2X5 a year, a/i increase of over ?7 f k/. Moreover, the same study showed that those who had four years of college received an average annual wage of $4,- 107 Thi- is a/i increase of about $1,500 over th«: average annua! earning** of men over 24, who only had eight years of grade school. It was also pointed out that, the cash value *>f finishing the last year of high •chool, measured over a jieriod of 40 workiiig years, resulted in earnings of als,ut sls,(><)(/ for men and s2(),o</(/ for women. We are too familiar with the success stone- of many business men who did n<4 finish schix/l. Their achievements are remarkable, and these men are some t,me. the community’s leading busineMs rnen and Uist citizens. However these are the exception rather than the rule. They d<> not change statistics. It would appear, therefore, the young ster who has quit school, or adults who never finished high school, should make every effort to return to high school, or go to college, if possible. When one thinks of this school training in terms of a probable 10, 20, 30 or 40 thousand dollars, the argument to return to school meems pretty convincing. Man can now duplicate ocean water, except for one “slight” difficulty— nothing will live in it, says A. C. Ferber in the September Reader's Digest. But if a very small percentage of real ocean water ia added, ocean life will thrive therein. TVS CHAPEL HILL WEEKLY M LUtm Chapei HUI UHpi Because of his being a native Tennesseean and mi grating elsewhere to “kill a bar," Bob Cox was intro duced to the Exchange Club last week as “the Davy Crockett of Chapel Hill.” J. C. Lyons offered a guess at the identity of the Chapel Hill businessman who said the coeds here this summer were the prettiest he had seen in 32 years. “IT] bet," he guessed, “it was Zeb Council wrho said that." The Missus asked the sidewalk vender the price of his peaches a bushel, and he mumbled $3.50. Unde cided whether to get some for the freezer, she waited until the next day, and put the question again. "Three fifty a basket," he replied this time. "Huw many in a basket?" she asked. “Three pecks." “You told roe yesterday they were $3.50 a bushel.” "No ma’am." he replied. "When folks ask me how much they are a bushel. I always say they're $3.50 a ba-ket. I don't answer the bu-hel question exactly." We did put away in'the free&er-six dozen ears of com arc a bushel of nice butterbeans. The latter I had to help shell after working all day down at the Weekly or. the ,-pecial edition. Ar.d. it seemed that the Missus had -helled all the big bear.- and left the little singletons for ijfe. Then I had v- help package the blanched product But I got even; I don’t trunk 111 be asked to help with kitchen w-orfc any more. When we finished, I casually said. “Horey, you know I wa.- cutting my toe nails to night. ar.d I don’t renter: er whether or not I washed my har d- before I started packaging those beans." I haven’t told her yet whether or not I did swab ’em. Os course, if we sefte them to company sometime, I’ll have to say that I did. But ever then, I’ll have every- ■ body guessing. Whenever we pass by the Monogram club, our chil dren go through a routine that runs like this: “There’s the Monogram club,” says Annis Lillian, “where Jane West’s daddy works.’’ Then Billy Jr. always add-: "Run.- it like mama rpTi the house.” New description qfe Durham offered on the street: ‘The city of exhauimng stores.” I can’t win department: The other day w’hen we drove down Cameron avenue by the Arboretum, I pointed to the trellised ar<-a and said to the Missus, “Betcha don’t know what they call that thing?” "A trellis?” “No, it’s a pergola,” I replied, educated iike “Well, I'll bet you just learned that today," she coun tered . “Nope, learned it several days ago." “Oh, then you just learned today how to pronounce it.” COLLEGE <l , ® yW REQUIREMENTS entrance any v event in our smart young fashions, designed to attract major | (jf/\) interest. We've all you require J V~ > ™~ c^y^<l "s tor a Grade-A college year. IM ' ' ' ■^ m ~ Os Chapel Hill „ Chmptt Hill Chaff (Continued from Page 1/ fro. He will be keenly missed in this organisation. • • • Two dried and pressed blos soms of edelweiss, the charm ing white flower of the high Alps, were inside a letter handed to me last week by Mrs. Louise' Lamont. The pressed flowers and the let ter were from an Austrian boy to M rs. Lamont "s 19-year-old niece, Miss Tallye Swanson of Hartford. Conn. The two have been writing each other since they were ten years old and Tallye picked the boy's name from a list of European school children who wanted to cor respond with American school children. liuring most of these nine years Tallye’s parents have been sending clothing and other gifts to the Austrian boy's family, and for some years, in his letters, he has declar ing his love for Tallye ard expressing the hope that they can meet face to face. But Tallye, who was graduated from high school this year, has fallen in love with ar. Ameri can boy ar.d ha- so informed her overseas friend, who is heartbroken. Here i- his let ter that came with the f! wer- : 1 tear Tallye. 1 think you have your grad uation soon ar.d therefore I will -end you a little present for it. Because 1 do not have a 1 t .•: rr. ney 1 climbed on a high* •op of mountain seeking tor jj the rare-t flower of tne aipe- Edelweiss. Enclosed two Edelweiss. If you wjll a-k my friends r rtm they can say you: It is a perilous affair to -eek thi fiower. Besides I send you my be.-.t wishe. and the best greeting with all rny heart. Ai.-o to you; family. How are you? 1 hope well. It is possible that I come over nevertheless once. Now we have our agree ment of state with the power ha' I don’t see what i- better now. Cordially your Oerhard President Warren G. Harding was honorary president of the National Horseshoe Pitchers’ Asso ciation. “Minute Men” was the name given to companies of militia organized at the time of the American Revolution. ■ Oh the Town mamaammammmmmm By Chuck Hauser , J I’M AFRAID I’M GETTING NEON NEUROTIC. But who wouldn’t, after taking a look at Miami and Miami Beach ? Thank goodness I didn’t have to spend much time in those corporate conglomerations of bright lights and loud talk. I think I prefer New York City. Less Yankees. I just stopped through Miami long enough to take a quick look, tourist-style, before I flew to Nassau for eight days of swimming, sailing, skiing (water) and swilling (anything but). I happily surprised to find that Nassau doesn’t believe in neon lights. You can wander up and down Bay Street until your tongue is hanging out (although there’s a sure cure for THAT!) and you won’t see one single cotton-pickin’ neon tube of any color or description. There’s something else Nassau lacks. That’s traffic lights. Those red-and-green monsters which our movements in the smallest of American commirt#- ties are completely lacking in the tropical paradise which languishes less than an hour’s flight off the coast of Florida. I picked up a driver’s license down there, and found to my surprise that no road test was required. No test of any kind, as a matter of fact. The policeman behind the desk (he was Negro, as are all the law enforcement personnel) transferred some information from my North Carolina license to a blank form, gave me some brief instructions, and handed me my license. Not even a fee. His instructions, verbatim, were: "Speed limit 20 miles an hour inside the city; 30 miles an hour outside. Watch the one-way streets, and keep to the left.” That was all. I am amazed that traffic fatalities don’t zoom in tourist season, when the place is packed with Americans buzzing up and down the nar row streets in rented sports cars which they consistent ly drive on the right-hand side of the road except when they see something coming the other way and get jolted back to consciousness in time to avoid a collision. I had previously experienced left-hand driving in Tokyo, but it’s a bit nerve-wracking to get reoriented. I did fine in Nassau until I’d come to a circle, or a di vided road. Then my reflexes would pull me to the right. But to tell the truth, I really didn’t have much trouble after the first week. We were there eight days. And I doubt seriously if my doctor’s bills ran over SIOO. My insurance took care of the property damage. * When I got back to Chapel Hill I promptly drove \fp Franklin street on the left-hand side. Another SIOO. If Hospital Savings wants to take on a poor risk, I think I had better sign up before I get in the car again. Does anybody know who gives driving lessons around town? IT WAS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE gloomy morn ings when the sky was completely blanketed by clouds. I glanced out the front door of the Weekly and an nounced, half to myself and half to the staff members -itting inside, “According to WPTK, it’s supposed to be ‘partly cloudy' Lsiay. As a matter of fact, Jim Reid -aid that ‘partly cloudy’ meant mostly sunshine.” “Partly cloudy . . .” mused Mrs. Marion Harden. “Which pari?” “The part over Chapel Hill,” cracked Charles Dunn. Friday, September 9, 1955
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