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Ci a&s&ec. payable u aevanoe, Buxumiun, fi&c for If «orcf. every aoa, nona. wore At, Ai. ciesaiftec no* running four or more unet carry a Sir'* dakoeesi ant t*bu.*r 2 :une Bte per act, I uaei ’ Ire i uata, TUt * or more uaet 6&c.. “Eeaaert,' separate from reaoinf matter ane c.tar.T avaraoc "aC'7bc . . . Fvbtaca (j* acvanctj, 7*c. Ctarreuua Carl Dwrhun Said It: It rcp.\ u. & Weekly reporters que*- tioo iwith reitrthot to tot atom &omo , “Do you ttuijc Uut »or»d will stay m or* pteceT': -On, sure. God took <ui the trouble to ZL&ne ttit world, aria nt t not going to ie: t lew CimeG fooi* with a oomu tear it ai. to pieces ” A Leading Newtspaper Which it Failing In lie Bespoaeibiiity The Kaieigh Newt tno Observer, whicc hat tor vearr fjeer. a poweri ui bo liticaj anu tocia. torce in tne me* of Latter:. N ont (^aroutiant. tat a r-atly haoit that were getting £*ca ate t.red of. For tome gtratge and unfortunate reatoL, the ecntori of tne N&u at:ze upon every opportunity to tane a croex at the in.u far;., especial.) tne officer corps of tne In.tea .iutee Army. The latest incident .t, tne capital newspapers continuing campaign to snipe at Army's leaders war a or.e: ec tonal in Saturday mort.tg a ecition. Commenting on tne Army on iter wno “oumpec an enlisted man from a real on a mu tar y transport p.ant and tn .a roae to nus own oeaih .n a craon, tne New> ar»d Observer remarked: “Defer ence to supenora •> a necee.-ary part of Army life, but in<midual» oif duty should be treated a- ir.or. iduais and not as masters and servants,’’ In the f.rrt place, a military rr.an is techmcany never “off duty.” He serves his counirt 24 hours a day, 3b 5 days a year, and is constantly under Army discipline, whether relaxing at home or shouldering a rifle in tne held. Military men riding rnn.tary a.reran are, tnen, complete.y wnhir. a miiuary atmos phere, regardiens of whether they are hitching a free ride home on leave or bemg ran-lerred across the country on official orders. 'i here s an old Army saying, "Rank Has Its Hrr.ileges,” or “KHIIV There is a corollary bs it which is not so often heard: “Rank Has lt.s Responsibilities.” The lieutenant, hy the very nature of the fact that he is the leader, that he will be in front of the private in an as sault against an enemy position on the field of combat, has the privilege of usurping the private’s seat in a military plane. There is nothing unusual or un fair about this. The man with the greater responsibility gets commensu rate privileges and comforts. In civilian life, the president of a business concern has a cushioned, tilt-hack chair and a carpet on his office floor, while the file clerk in the outer office has a straight back chair and a bare floor. Discipline is a necessary and extreme ly important part of Army life. A “de mocratized” Army cannot operate as an Army. Our military leaders discovered that in the earfly days of the Korean War, when many of our pampered sol diers, products of the post-World War II years, failed as efficient fighting ma chines. A soldier must learn to obey order* unflinchingly and without hesita tion. Army discipline is a prerequisite foundation to this unflinching obedience to orders. • The unhappy part of the News and Observer's treatment of the military in its editorials is that the NflcO is, a wide ly-read and widely-respected newspaper throughout the eastern half of North Carolina. It is performing a public •enriee when it fights against wrongful and injurious Army policies and prac tices. However, it is failing in its re sponsibility as one of North Carolina’s leading daily newspapers when it con tinues its habit of petty carping at the men who are serving their country, in uniform at a time when we are not at war and it is no: popular to be a soldier. Equal School Facilities for Whites And Negroes There are 2.752 pa pus Arolied in the community $ schools, according to pre lim, nary figures released last week. There was no ts. r. on the part of any one to test the Supreme Court's ru.ir.p on segregation. Now is the t.me for our school board to do everything possible to equa.ize school facilities for whites arid Negroes. Certainly it's going to take a mint of money, but that is the only fairway to handle the matter. Give the Negroes a chance to get a good education, and segregation in Chapel Hill and North Carolina will become a minor issue. The school board and interested citi zens must not wait until next summer to take some concrete action. Some thing has to be done immediately. Johnny Can't Read and Parents Can’t Spell From the Birmingham 1 Ala. ) Ntrw* Dear Johnny: Maybe you've noticed that recently there’s been quite a lot in the paper about whether you can—or can’t—read. Between your baseball, and your swimming, ar.d your fishing, and all your other important vacation busi ness. I douot that you’ve read very much about, or iost too much sleep over, the argument between Dr. Flesch, who on his siae wants you to have pure sys tematic phonics, and Dr. Swenson (who answered I'ieM.h) who, on her side, thinks you do a.i nght with the look and sav method of iearrang to read. But whether or not you can read as folks say you should, and whether or not you have bee:, much, or riot at all, annoyed by ail the fuss and feathers Dr. FTesch stirred up, I want you to know, Johnny, that I’m on your side. And oecau.se that’s true, I think I ought to tell you—just between the two of us—something J’ve found out. It’s this: A lot of grownup- dipped into the ar gument between Dr. FTesch and Dr. Swenson. They’ve written me quite a lot of letter- to he put in the paper. In •uiiting those letter-, I’ve found that a oon-iderabie number of both parents and teachers —on both .’-ides of the argu ment —aren’t any hotter with their l.'.g than some of them think you are, Johnny, with your reading. Can you imagine one teacher (27 year- experience, she wrote; spelling “differen’iate” with one “1”? And ari other U.r.-t grade, she -aid; wrote ".-eperately” for “separately.” One Johnny’s Mom puts two ‘Ts” in "personality," and another Johnny’s Dad left out the second ”n” in “begin ning." Quite a number wrote “alright” for "all right,” and, of all things, John ny, one Pop wrote "Forth Grade.” An other spelled "uncertain” wrong. He wrote “uncerten.” “Recommendation” tripped up sev eral: They put two “c’s” and only one “m.” “Apparent” tricked one teacher. “Apparent,” she wrote. And one John ny’s Mama wrote “incidently” for “in cidentally.” There also was one very nice letter in which a mother referred to back streets not as “alleys,” but as “allies,” meaning something wholly different from what she intended to say. Os all of them, however, the worst tangled up of the bad spellers was a teacher who in two places in her letter wrote “independed ly” where obviously she meant “inde pendently.” Probably there were other misspell ings I've overlooked in writing to you, Johnny, but I think what I’ve written you will be enough to serve the purpose I have in mind: Just remember that words can be tricky for most anybody. Nobody knows that better than an editor. So don’t you be too much bothered about the mis takes you make, Johnny. And if any grownups get to riding you too hard about your reading, fellow, just show them this letter, smile sweetly, and ask them how they’re getting along with their spelling. yours, The Editor THE CHAPEL HILL WEEKLY Mr. Crowell Little . . . . Customers Get Fair Deal in Chapel Hill and Carrboro, ! Says Chamber of Commerce, Merchants Association Chief By J. A. C. Duns Cmveli Lillie, the President of the Chape! Hill-Carrboro Merchants Association, ushered us hreei.iy into his air-condi tioned office this week, flapped his hand a: a lovely red leather chair for us. and, be tween countless telephone calls with which he is constantly bombarded, unburdened him self of the essentials of his past. Coming from Asheville, Mr. Littie graduated from the Uni versity in Xl'Sfc, and then did graduate work, taking a mas ter's degree in physical educa tion. After coi' ge he coached high sc hoed football in Kings Mountain, spent rWo years as freshman coach at Davidson College. and then in 14*41. was called into the service. He spent Ik months overseas doing “very fine, safe duty," to use his owr, words, as a ground officer in charge of maintenance of a P-51 fighter group. Incidental ly, be «as in the same fighter group with Alderman Pokey Alexander. After being discharged ■ in I&4£, Mr. Littie returned to Chapel Hi:! and spent four years on the University coach ing staff (at the same time Charlie Justice was here), then went to Davidson again to be head coach for two years, and then went into the auto mobile business with Grady Pritchard. He has since bought out Mr. Pritchard, and is now the sole proprietor of Pritch ard-Little Motor Co. We asked Mr. Little if he had any sage comments to make or, the merchants asso ciation. Mr. Little put his feet in the top drawer of his desk, leaned way back and examined the ceiling, ran his hands through his hair, and waxed enthusiastically eloquent about the glowing future. “I think the merchants as sociation is moving into a new era,” he said. “I firmly believe we are going to make big strides to weld the merchants of this wonderful community into a unit that wiil convince tne buying pubac that Chapel Hiil-Carrooro is not only a Chapel Hill Chaff (Continued from page 1) make the music*sweeter, and people who finger after the concert know the peace and <u!rn that prevailed under these tree- a century and a half ago and >ee the sun go down diag gmg after it a curtain of plum-colored ,-ky, as it did be fore there wa- a traffic prob lem or, for that matter, an ape stood up on its hind ieg ar;d h arried tp talk. The brook that begins in a spring near the chemistry building is piped under the Kenan football -tad i urn, but in the deep woods below the stadium it still makes a pleas ant murmur as it joins an other -tri-arn at the Meeting of the Waters. The huge lichened boulders are still there, and if you climb up and sit on one you hear the sigh of the wind high in the canopy of the tall trees, while down below is a stillness scarcely disturbed at all by the backfire of a tiuck climb.rig the long hill on the Pittsboro road. On Last Rosemary arid Last Franklin .Streets are old houses, loved and well lived in as they were before the Civil War. Near the busy first tee of the University’s golf course the members of the Mason family lie buried under the- mossy cedars arid magno lias. A century ago they drove to Chapel Hill to church every Sunday in a two-horse car riage. On the gravestones are tffc names of two young Mason sisters who died within a year or so of each other. An old story says they died of broken hearts because their sweet hearts, both Confederate sol diers, were killed in battle. Tenney’s meadow still lies under the brow of Chapel Hilt, and possibly people even still go there for picnics. A Tenney family still lives on Tenney Circle. President Kemp P. Battle's granddaughter still lives in the beautiful home he built beside the campus. Archi bald Henderson, the sage of Chapel Hill, still studies and writes and holds court at For dell, his rambling old house behind the trees in the big yard on East Franklin Street. Old Mister Tilley still comes to town selling eggs and but ter and riding in a dead bed wagon pulled by hia gray mare Betsy. The view from Piney Pros pect, where "the eye la lost in tha hemiepbart of is changed but little. Perhaps there ia still somebody who could go into those woods and know where to find Dogwood fK ' . WA* ■ B| —Photo by Laverjne CROWELL LITTLE good piece to work and live, but also a good place to buy. W e re making real "progress.” We asked just how the mer chants a.-sociation went about welding the merchants. What did the merchants association do? We waited while Mr. Littie answered telephone call number four (since we had beer there) during which he dealt briskly and efficiently with a man on the other end who u anted a new Ford and wanted it quick. “ W eii,” he said presently, bathing his hands in his hair again, “the merchant* asso ciation trie* to promote good sound business practices and rc-.able merchants. It also tries to establish a certain code of behaviour and ethics among the merchants, develop community activities, and keep unwanted or unauthorized busi ness practices from among our For instance, a man may come around soliciting ac.ertisemer.ts for a newspaper that doesn’t exist. The mer chant doesn't know whether the paper exists or not and he hasn't got time to sit down and figure out whether or not such advertisement is a worth v,r...<- investment. So he just # Likv Ckapel Mill H> Bill) Anhui Master BUI Thompson wag Kivfco a .rpri.-e 'birtb'iay party by a group of his play mates at the Carolina Coffee Shop last Wednesday morn ing. He was 57 y*-arg old. Present for tne happy occa gion were little Bili Poe, Crowell Little, J. S. Henninger, Andy Gutierrez, Orville Camp bell, Carl Durham, Chuck Erickson, Frank We t, h red Patteison, Oeorgie Bill Cherry, George Poe, ( arring ton Smith, BUI Arthur, frank Urnstead, Ollie Cornwell, Hap perry, Mike itonman, Tony Gobbel arid Bob Varley. Little Carrington Smith in vited the guests to he seated around the honoree at a table beautifully appointed with cof fee and a two tiered birthday cake with 70 candleF. To blow out the lighter! candles, little Bill merely leaned hack a- he does in his chair at the Bank of Che.pel Hill, quickly moved forward and said, “No.” And all the candles went out. It wa- the same sort of “no” that is u-ed in refusing loans. The honoree was presenter! with a toy golf club and hall, and Georgie Livas sliced and passed around the cake with coffee. Then he woitecl for someone to pay for it, but no body did. When it was suggested play ing games, a voice called “Pin the tail on the donkey.” The motion, died for lack of a second, because each one evi dently feared he would have to be the donkey. I .ate arrival was Master Mike Konman. The little folks evidently didn’t heed Crowell’s warning, "Don’t ask him to Dingle and Woodthrush Home and the other dells and glens Pres Battle marked and gave a name to. On the central part of the campus the massed branches and twigs of the bare trees ere atill a toft and misty purple in the dusk of a winter day, and as a rambler passes that way he may haar the bell that Cornelia Phillip* Bpencer rang to reopen the University after the Tragic Era and see the monument of a soldier facing northward and be re minded of the young men who laid aside their books to go and dsfend tha familiar and the loved against the alien and unknown. asks the talesman if he's checked with the merchant* association. If the salesman says yes, the merchant asks for tl» letter of approval. If he says no, the merchant tells him he won’t advertise until the salesman has been cleared by *the association. * “The merchants association has a secret committee which screens al! people soliciting money. This way it keeps peo ple from pan-handling flim flam. gyp propositions in town." We commented that we sup posed the association didn’t be come involved very much any more ir. its originally intended activity making \ delinquent students pay their bills. Mr. Littie said this was so, that the law now took care of people who didn’t pay their bills. “I think we may well have a smail claims court here-soon, though,’’ he added. “Durham lias one now, and I think it would be a good idea if this town had one.” We asked if it was true that prices were generally higher in Chapel Hiii-Carrboro than in other towns? “No, that is not true at all,” said Mr. Little, earnestly re moving bis feet from the desk drawer. “That’s just a fallacy that people started somewhere. Some things are more expen sive here, but then some things are more expensive elsewhere, too. When I go downtown and bus qu&i ity clothes I really feel as if I'm getting my money’s worth. In fact, some oi tne merchandise sold here is better than the same kind of merchandise in other towns. "Basically, the merchants association is just interested in good, legitimate business practices in merchandising arid advertising in Chapel Hid. This is a great town, and it's worth the etlort. You know some people go off and spend yearh working so they can come back and retire here? I was one of the lucky ones, who carne back and settled. I’ve never regretted it. I’m sold on this place.” sing ‘Happy Birthday,’ because he’ll do it.” An<l he did do it, breaking forth into some 1#:•>0 a.m. terror that indicated he hadn’t hni-hed clearing his throat for the morning. r Master Orville Campbell produced a camera and Hired up the boys for a photograph. Hap Perry wouidn t sit flat down ori the floor until he was promised someone would help him get up. htill sitting too high he was urged to bend far over as if he were looking for a golf ball. He was still tori tall. "Ear over, as if you were looking for your own golf ball,” someone advised. That did it. And the picture was made. Then it was decided to end ihe party early before the other paper’s cameraman got there. * • * Sure sign that i,abor Day has come and gone is Word that Skipper Coffin has come home from Waynesville and Norman Cordon is hack from Blowing Rock. * * * When he took over the Shack from Brack Creel, Troy Har viile vowed he was going to make something of the place. He promised a television set so that the patrons could view the summer hall games, the World Series and the Saturday football telecasts. But since he’s associated with the fellows for several months, his mind is changed, lie’s content to let the Shack remain its glorious self where one can 4° for a short one and read a magazine or newspaper in peace or get in a whale of an argument without being disturbed by any commercials. • • • Add incongruous things about town: On the safety zone island in mid-Franklin street in front of tha post of fice is a foot-square direc tional sign five feet off the ground. And it obstructs the view of the people standing on the island and trying to see if any traffic’s headed east ". . . Vodka tabn with qui nine water is e nice soft drink without after-taste, or after smell. This solves the problem for many people before going to the PTA mooting.”—Harry Golden in The Carolina Israel ite. I On ike Town j By Chuck HauMr ■hmmmmhmmhhmmJ JACK HORNER, WHO WRITES SPORTS from a corner in a city somewhere to the northeast of Chapel Hill, reports in one of his last week’s articles that At lantic Coast Conference sports scribes ‘‘were amazed*’ when they saw Eddie Ladd, a Wake Forest sophomore, “booting; kickoffs barefooted.” This is a bit puzzling. Not the barefoot kickoffs, but the writers being “amazed” at seeing them. You see, all these sports editors were around a few years ago when a personable fellow named Mike Rubish played for Carolina, and Mike had a habit of shaking his big number 11 off his right hoof before he dashed out on the field to boot the pigskin down to whatever opponents the Tar Heels were facing on that particular Saturday. a Mike’s a nice guy who came out of the hills of Wester Virginia to play football for the University, and even ran for president of the student body while he was on the campus (a fatal political move to which he was put up by a bunch of power-happy politicians who thought ’ they saw in him a sure-fire vote-getter). Since Mike's such a nice guy, and an old friend of mine, I just want to let it be known that he was utiliz ing his naked pedal appendages for the greater glory of old UNC while young Eddie Ladd was occupying his time with probably nothing more important than squishing the red clay of Durham county between his toes, and writing Santa Claus to bring him a toy foot ball for Christmas. THERE IS A PREPOSTEROUSLY UGLY Negro gentleman in Nassau by the name of George Symon ette. He is a gangly six feet tall, and has a square, boxy face with a slack jaw and several missing teeth. He has hands like hams, and his fingers look like the tentacles of an octopus who’s been eating in a boarding house for 15 years. But he plays and sings the finest Calypso music it has ever been my pleasure to hear. George appears at several places in Nassau, but the hangout where I caught his show on about four occa sions during my eight-day stay there was the patio of the Imperial Hotel. Now, any of you who happen to have been in Nassau, don’t start wracking your brains trying to think which luxury hotel the Imperial because it’s far from luxurious and not exactly a hotel, if you want to be frank about the matter. The “hotel” itself is a small, two-story, run-down affair which seemed to specialize more in 15-minute rather than 15- day guests. But its patio is strictly on the up-and-up, and all kinds of nice people go there, if they don’t mind their drinks being a little thinner than at any other bistro on New Providence Island. Unlike most of the Calypsos, George plays the piano to accompany his own singing. (The rest seem to favor guitars, or nothing.) Hq keeps those long fingers stretched straight out in front of him, and waggles them up and down against the keys like a battery of syncopated railroad semaphores at a New Year’s Eve party. One Calypso singer who performed at the Emerald Beach Hotel (a flashy place on the west end of the island which looks like it was built there instead of at Miami Beach by some horrible mistake; it’s about as out of place in Nassau as a lass of ill repute at a church picnic) looked like a Harlem Charlie Craven, and sang a song about President Eisenhower which was calcu lated to please the American tourist and extract the Yankee dollar. All it accomplished was to drive Demo- M crats to some other hotel, or at least into a state of * acute nausea. “Ei-sen-how-er, Ei-sen-how-er, “Now he is pres-ee-dent, “Mak-ing thee pee-pul con-tent,” sang this gentleman of color. I had to leave. After all, it was just a 10-minute drive back to the Imperial. When I got back to my favorite dive, George was singing a little ditty entitled, “My Name is Morgan, but It Ain’t J.P.” I felt the same way after just hav ing been at the Emerald Beach. The drinks weren’t quite as powerful at the Imperial, but they cost a devil of a lot less, and the music was superb. George started playing and singing at the Imperial one night at 10:30, and he didn’t pause more than two Rewinds between songs from then until 1 a.m., when he and his drummer (bongo, that is) and his maracas player decided it was time for an intermission. They took a 20-minute break, and came back for another round. When I left an hour later, they were still play ing, and seemed to be just getting their second wind. Jitter to the Cditor The following letter to the Weekly is from W. T. Couch of New York, who lived in Chapel Hill many years and was formerly director of the University of North Carolina Press: To the Editor: | Thank you for printing the editorial by Davis Lee of the Newark Telegram on the subject of integration in the public schools. You can be certain that Lee took grave risks when he wrote and published this editorial. The people from whom he has most to fear are the fair-weather liberals. The fair-weather liberals are the people who stand up for something when enough others stand up to make standing up appear to be completely safe. The fair-weather liberals have obviously miscalculated on the race question. They will, of course, run to safety when they discover that standing up is dangerous. I just hope that the good sense of men like Davis Lee, of whom there are many in both races, willjirevail; and that suspicion and hatred between the races will not be the chief fruit of the effort to force integration in education where it ia not wanted. I write to you simply to register jny thanks for your recognition of the sanity and courage of Davis Lee, a sanity and courage that are rare, and, I believe, always have been rare. * Sincerely yours, W. T. Couch Tuesday, September 13. 1955
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