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Page Two The Chapel Hill Weekly Cfcapd Hill North Carolina W E. Bry *l*7l or "*1 FiUkM Ever? T»n4»; anti Frida? By TW Chapel Hill FahlaAmg C*mput*. I™ Lor® Gravis CantribvXzne Eduv Jo* Jonxs y.anap-.Hi Edtlvr Okvujlx Camtwcu G-CT<r~C ■ Menage* Er.wrec at »eeo*ttJ-ci*» matter rescuar? a :8» a; tor poatoSif* at Chape Hit. SoTtr Carouiti. uaoer Ox art of MarcT. 3 I FI* SUBSCRIPTION RATES lr Or&npf County. Yeasr M.W* (€ month* 52.27 2 mor.thf U- M" Outside of Orange County by the Year Stale of S' C_ Va_ ant S. C. Other Statei and Dux. of Columbia & W Cai.aoa. Mexirc, Sooth America Europe * -t ADVERTISING rates National, for agencies, S4c ca. inch lx<ca tranaier.t. 75c, ope:, Gsc. regu-ar. G(*c c-rmsi*:- es: >5( me net or mors average per week'. Sic , . . Classified, payable it, advance minimum, 6mc for 12 words, every additiona. ware 4c: A, classified ao* running four or jr.ore times carry a2i r discount . . Legal ant t«.,.ar 1 time W*c per inch; 2 tune* T»c. 5 times. 7{*c: 4 or more tunes. Got . . 'Tteaaers separate from reading matter arid c.-oar y rr.artec ac-75c . . . Politic*,. ‘it advance). 75c =================== Two Fdk»w> Were Happy to Know Desk Sergeant Jact Merritt answer ed the telephone at the Chape. H, police department last Wednesday night. It was a long distance cai. a sting that a Mr. J. B. MtNeely be located and told to cai. hi? home, that hi.- uncle had died. Sergeant Merritt could not under stand whether the caller was saying the Mr. McNeely resided at 2A Berkley Koaa or 2 A Barclay Road. He dispatched a policeman to Bar clay Koad. a.nd the policeman reported he could not locate the number or man immediately. But he told Fireman Bill Ray, who lives on that road, to .see if he couid locate either the adore.-- or the man. Sergeant Merritt then telephoned E. Mclntosh, head of the Glen Jyennox rental office, asking if Mr. Mclntosh knew of a new resident • y the name of McNeely. Mr. Mclntosh k• ew of none. But Sergeant Merritt -a.a he stooti the man was moving ir. at 2A Berkley Road A .new resident was mov ing in at that address, but on investiga tion they found him to v- ’-a mod Bar ber. Therefore, there apparently wa- no Mr. McNeely in Chap* Hill And, Mr Mclntosh added, he wa- not lookC g for any Mr. McNeely to move into Gie.n Lennox There the story apparent.;, endeo And it might have really ended there for a lot of other peopo But not lor Sergeant Merritt. He then a.-ked Fire man Ray to double '.mo on Barclay Road. And Mr. Ray finally located the residence and man. The incident is related here to point up the calibre of men Jack Merritt and Fireman Ray are and the calibre of cooperation in the Ghapel Hill police and f:re department \\ her. Mr. Mc- Neely wa- not found at Berkley Road, as the police wen- informed, Sergeant Merritt could have easily closed the search. After all, it was only an accom modation. Many a policeman and fin man, and many a layman, would have adopted that easier course. Instead, Sergeant Mrritt and Fireman Ray stuck by their job, to put it tritely, and performed ably in it. We’re happy to know such fellow.-. And we wanted you to know them, too. Polygamy on the Installment Plan And all the while we thought the people of these United State- practiced monogamy, or at least adhered to the principle thereof. Now comes news that Dick Hay me- and Rita Hayworth are about to dissolve what was the fourth marriage for each of them, and that Mary A.-tor has been divorced from her fourth husband. Far be it from us to attempt to explain the whys and wherefores of the failures of iheir definitely plural marriages. Frankly, we don’t care. Hut it just looks to us as if they've been practicing polygamy , . . one at a time. -■ ■ T The story of attempts to recapture Vicki, the escaped elephant, is the big gest thing that’s happened in Charlotte since the signing of the Mecklenburg Declaration of Independence. The Associated Press reports that President Eisenhower is quite a chef, and allows his vegetable soup to simmer for two or three days before serving. Just about how long he should simmer aome of the people he has appointed to jobs in Washington.—The News and Observer. Non-Cooperative Parents to Blame A survey of the schools of Chape! Hill and Carrboro last week revealed that rooms for the lower grades in elemen tary schools are the most seriously over crowded. And the reason for it might surprise some of the parents whose children are taught in the crowded rooms. One of the reasons was failure of par ents to pre-register children who plan ned to enter the first grades: and an other was the failure of parents plan ning to move to Chapel Hill to give notice to the schools of their intent to enter the:r children here. The result is that schools plan to receive, let us say, 100 new students on the basis of pre registratior. and notice of intent: arid instead 150 new student# appear for enrollment. Not the 5d additional but the entire 150 students will suffer from crowding until sufficient space or additional teachers are provided for their instruc tion. It is a c. nditior, for which parent arid school patrons need not blame the schools or 'he system. They have only themsehW or other non-cooperative parent.- to Came. Travel Rack Road- for Pleasure Some day. when we have finished a few more -uper-highwavs, someone is going to make, a lot of friends by ad vocating the construction of a few thousand mile- of narrow, winding dir. roads that lead nowhere in particular— roads that just wander off across the country side, up and down hills, across valleys typical, old. country roads, with ah the natural hazards and charm left .Such roads w.. be built for dawdling, for -topping or. hilltop*, for wild-flower admiring, for bird-watching—for-all the thing.- the prudent motorist shouldn’t do or. a four-.ane highway. We still have many country-road driver.- who want to see a tree, not a blur of woodland; who want a breath of country air; not highway fume.-; who want to stop and look without creating a traffic jam two mules long behind them. I recall one bank road where we park ed one day to watch a wood thrush, and after we had been there half an hour two foxes came into a clearing cio.-e by arid played like puppies. It’s a grass-grown trail that leads past an old teiiar role and two very old lilac bu.-he.-. fragrant remembrance of a farm wife who lived and raised a family there, and is buried there beneath a weathered -andstone marker These back roads bad to something many of u- don’t want to forget. Some thing placidly beautiful, something as natural as a stand of fine old hemlocks. Something that isn’t t<s> much changed by the years or by the things man does to the places where he live-: and works. W.. ,:ve in a world of change, often vio> >,* and sudder., and it is good for the -oul to be aware of things which change only on their own term* and in their own time. Ha) Borland in N< w York Times Magazine. Going in for Something New The latest report from Detroit leads one to believe that the automobile folks are going to offer something besides -j/*-<-d, style and color in the-1956 lines. They’re going in for safety. It’s too bad safety wasn’t the first concern, but it’s understandable. People will ju.-t naturally buy something that look- good. They let the other fellow worry about safety, feeling that noth ing will happen to them on the high way. Several thousand Americans who thought it wouldn’t hapfien to them are no longer around to enjoy the speed, style or color that went into most of the present models. Harper's magazine reprints the fol lowing from the 1954 edition of the En cyclopedia Universal Herder, published in Barcelona, Spain: “Americanism: A way of life characteristic of the citizens of the United States who are commerce minded, have a commercial soul, and are biased in favor of practical success and intense technicization and automation of all the processes of life, frequently neglecting higher values.” “No prevention of neurosis or crime, no stable marriages, no steadiness and enjoyment of work, no healthy nation is possible if children are not permitted to develop fully to emotional inde pendence and self-reliance.” —Dr, J. Saul THE CHAPEL HILL WEEKLY Former Air Force Sergeant... Mrs. Barbara Howdy Would Like Everyone to Fork Over For Parking Violations , so She Can Clean Out Her Files By J. A. C. Dunn We went up to the police station the other day to see Mrs. Barbara Howdy, who fit* behsnd the door in Chief Sloan’s office and deals with the parking ticket situation. “I don’t know what you could possibly write about me.” said Mrs.. Howdy, looking rather startled at the idea of being the subject of a news paper feature. ’T'tn not a very character.” We said, m our best ir,- vineibje-reporter manner, that we'd see about that, and how about a little background? Mrs Howdy warily told us that after grammar school she had come to ( hapei Hill high school for nr summer session to take second year Latin (her mother- farriiy originates in Chaf-ei Hill), and that she had then gone to Salem Academy in Winston-Salem, and then to St. Mary’.- ir. Rak-igh; that she was from Washington, N. C-; and that after college she had worked for the Chamber of Commerce :n Washington for two. year- Ar.a then what' “Then I played for a year.' she said. Ar>d then what? “Then 1 was broke. So my cousin and 1 both joined the Air Force. She and I are b.:h Chapel Hill Chaff (Continued from page 1) building; one part, along with the pastor, the Lev. Charles M Jones, organizing a new nor denommational chur ch , the Community < l urch of Chape. Hill, that meet.- ir. Hill hall on the University • am; j-. and the bulk staying w n the parent church. Ail this made headline week after week in the daily newspaper.-, and a story about t. w.f a picture of Mr. Jorse-. appeared in Time magazine. The Pre-byterian church i which 1 was practically raised (in Virginia) had its trouble last winter when its pastor -pin with the congregation or the question of segregation. The upshot of the argument was: that the pa-tor, who op posed segregation, either re gr ed or wadi-mi--ed Much bitterness war aro.s •-d .r. both these churches., but none greater than that ger <-i --a’ed this summer in the Pre-- byter.an church ir Georg a a tended ny member- of my fan - ~y. There the rift concert • the church's new pastor an# h,:.d ■g program. The pastor, who already had a thriving congregation ir. an other city, was persuaded to <ome to this church after it representative.- had convir -ed him he was needed arid could do great good there. His first task would be to lead the church in its problem.of pr.;. • - < al expansion. When it wa- time to begin the ,ob the pa.-tor learned U.at some members of the congre gation wanted to rebuild or expand on the pre-erit location and that some wanted to build a new church in ale.-s crowded part of town He favored mov ing Architects’drawings for all three [,lans were made These were stolen from the church, and the pastor received a/ in signed postal card telling him to hsok in the lake if he want ed them hack. A poll of the congregation had revealed that a majority favored moving to a new loca tion. However, the Presbytery overruled these findings af’er it had interviewed member- of both factions. Jt seems now that one group will build a new church on a new location and that the other group will stay where it in. It was unfortunate for Miss issippi that a brash Negro boy full of Chicago-bred insolence and contempt for the white race should come south and foolishly make advances to a white woman. Most people also think it was unfortunate that he should be killed shortly af terward. But the hoy and hi* people should have known bet ter than to so insolently and deliberately toss a flaming torch into a can of gas jle just should have had better sense. —Victor Meekins in The < oast land Times. Well, they knock sense into theae brash ones in Missiaaip pi, even if it kills Vm, huh, Victor? Tomato juice and ammonia used as a rubdown have been effective in removing the odor by some people who have had encounters with skunks. A football player often loses eight or ten pounds in playing • full game of four quarters. Iljf —Photo by Lavsrgne MBS BARBARA HOWDY -he tame age. and we're both •am-d Barbara Gray Ramsey, and we just decided we’d both the Air Force.” Ar.d how long had she been ir. the Air Force? "A little over two years. I wa- a sergeant, a weather ob ■ rver. I plotted maps for weather observers. My hus :.a:.d was a weather observer We were both plotting map- ir. Colorado Spring*. I wa* his boss.” What Is The South? ( Winston-Salem Journal-Sentinel) The South is a garden full of roses wet with morn ■ g dew of May. It is the old Hugenot cemetery in St. Augustine: the iron grilled work on the porticoes of old houses in the Latin quarter of once languorous New Orleans; the magnificence of old Charleston’s magnolia garden.- and the look of puzzlement and pleased sur prise on the face of restored Williamsburg. It is the oyster boats on the Chesapeake and the vast shadow of the Washington monument across the Mali; dress parade on Worden Field; and the “mighty .Mo” steaming into Hampton Roads. It is, blue smoke curling from a dozen tobacco bams a quiet Old Belt valley late in September and, in any warehouse town, the mellifluous if monotonous chant of the tobacco auctioneer. It is a Negro jazz band playing with home-made in -truments in a shoeshine stand in Durham, Atlanta or * hattanooga, a Gene Talmadge snappin’ bis galluses and exhorting woolhats in a red-hot Georgia sun, a Huey Long -pell-binding the Cajuns in the Louisiana canebrakes. It is OF Man River rolling across the levees in the Va;. ou country, th*- sweat on leathery faces in the steel mil!.- of Birmingham, arid the clatter through the swamp lands of the “Cannon Hail Express." Too, it is the sea of fog which fills the mountain valleys on a summer dawn, and the patter of rain on the roof of the cabin in the cotton. The South is the unmarked grave of the lynched Negro; the inescapable county seat Confederate monu ment; the memory of the Ku Klox Klan and reverence for “Mar-e Robert’ and "Stonewall.” It i- Oak Ridge and oil well , TVA and textiles. It is Tobacco Road and Jim * row, hairassed but linger ing illiteracy, moonshine liquor, crap games in shanty town and death by pistol or knife in slum alleyways. It is the expanding schoolhouse on the hill, the planetarium at Chajs-l Hill, the Duke tower chimes at twilight, the rotunda at Charlottesville, and the rising -pires of a new Wake Forest. it i- the pulling jxower of traditions long held, the magic of dreams and the enchanting persuasiveness of the alluring myth, and the wistfulne.-s inspired by the memory of defeat and sacrifice. It is William Faulkner, Erskine Caldwell, Haul Green, James Street, Eudora Welty, brooding Torn Wolfe, and ell the rest of the moderns who see the South as it is today, as well as the romanticists of another era who magnified the grandeur of a South that never existed. Hill Hoik, James Street and many another writer has tried to define and explain the South, but in the end admitted it defies definition and it is largely inex plicable. Hut certainly it is a pleasant land populated by a hospitable, warm-hearted people who do not take life quite so easily or leisurely as once they did. They are yet presently apprehensive of the impact of new social forces —wise in their way'and determined yet plagued by deep uncertainties. Yet because the South is San Juan Gill as well as Appomattax, Normandy Beachhead and Okinawa as well as Vicksburg and Atlanta, her people go forward now in faith, confident that the same vision, warm humanity, wisdom and courage which mastered disaster iri the past can help the new South to dissipate her fears and blow the fogs of doubt away. Two Letters on Our Special Edition HoKfiiUl Saving Association Chapel Hill, N.C. To the Editor: Tuesday's Special Edition of the Chapel Hill Weekly wa* the most comprehensive and attractive review of a town or city that I have ever seen. The entire issue read well because it was well written and weil edited. Unquestionably, with this issue the Weekly performed a unique and scholarly service to the community. Cordially yours, J. S. Nagelschmidt 617 East Franklin St. Chapel Hill, N. C. To the Editor: Let me congratulate al! of you on your splendid edition. We alwaya enjoy the Weekly and look forward to its coming and feel you did a superb job with the special edition. Sincerely, Mary L. Cobb Patrolman Skippy Etheridge, who was prowling around the office looking up something in the files, asked, “Who’s the boss new?” Mrs. Howdy blushed and said softly that she thought maybe she still was. And how about the police department job? “Oh, 1 plan to stay on here regularly—unless I get fired, or something dreadful like that,” said Mrs. Howdy. “My husband's going to be in school for the next five years. He’s in pre-dental school now, and he hopes to enter dental school in the fall.” That all sounded very inter esting and readable. Was there anything else we ought to know about Mrs. Howdy? "Well, it makes me feel so decrepit to be called Mrs. Howdy, I’d much rather be called Barbara. I don’t think there’s anything else, except 1 hope everyone will come and pay their parking tickets so I :an clean out these file- and start new. And then I hope everyeme will behave them selves.” We a-ked if we had any out standing tickets, and she looked us up in the South Carolina file and said we were all paid -up. We said we would behave ourself in the future. WE WERE IN A RUSH trying to get the paper to press last Thursday, so when I ran out of cigarettes I decided to bum them from Billy Arthur for a while until I got a chance to go up town and buy some. We worked and we worked and I bummed more and more of Billy’s cigarettes and pretty soon I noticed 1 had the darnedest headache I had suffered in months. Then I remembered that Billy’s brand of cigarettes— it was a well-known king-size filter the name of which I won’t mention because I might hurt the feelings of someone close to the University—had previously given me a headache, when I smoked a large number of them in succession while working under pressure on some thing or other. I went into Billy’s office and gave vent to my un happiness. “Those darned - cigarettes,” I sai^ calling them by name, “give me a darned headache.” Billy looked up indignantly. “You’re just plain crazy,” he said, “if you think you’re going to talk me into changing brands!” ***** I WAS SITTING ON A BENCH in the University’s Y Court the other day chatting with Bill Friday and Claude Teague about nothing in particular, when Mr. Teague turned to me and asked me what my prognosis was on the coming Tar Heel football season. “We’re going to squeeze by Oklahoma with about a one-touchdown margin,” I said with a straight face. “No kidding,” said Mr. Teague, sort of stunned like he had just heard a jocky admit the race was fixed. “You really think so?” “Absolutely,” I said. “Remember what we did to Texas a few ago when they came up to Chapel Hill for the first game of the season? They had beaten us .‘l4 to nothing the year before in Austin, and we handed them a .’l4 to 7 licking and sent them back home with their longhorns between their legs. Well, Oklahoma . . Texas . . . they’re all Westerners . . . same routine all over again . . .” ‘T'an I bet money on that?” asked Mr. Teague. “As long as it’s not my money,” I told him. ***** CHAHEL HILL COURT OFFICIALS are reportedly worrying about what is going to happen when a defend* ant pleads innocent to a parking ticket charge. Tlw question has arisen in their minds in connection with the large number—around 80, at latest count—war rants being prepared for recalcitrant holders of three or more parking tickets. In a recent case in which a University student owed the town for some 65 tickets, no problem arose in the handling of the case because he pleaded guilty and forked over the $65, plus court costs. But what will happen when someone pleads innocent? Hresumably, the officer who wrote the ticket would Jiave to testify that on such and such a day at such and such a time he observed such and such a car violat ing such and such a town ordinance. The description of the specific ordinance is liable to he a little difficult, -iiict- they are not consolidated. For example, a one hour parking ordinance for one street might have been pa-sed five years ago, while one concerning another street might have been adopted as recently as last year. Only a search of the ordinance books and the minutes o! tiif Hoard of Aldermen’s meetings for many years back will produce the information necessary to a suc cessful prosecution of a parking law violator. # Like Chapel UUI -y= - .-i'-T; By Billy Arthur Y. Z. Cannon said the Weekly’s special edition would “lead every reader to believe that everybody in Chapel Hill is long haired. There wasnt a single barbershop ad in the whole paper.’ • • • * * When everyone else was decked out in sport shirts, Hob Uox and Monk Jennings had on coats. “How corue?’’ J asked. “Why shouldn’t we wear ’em? We sell ’em,’’ Hob declared. ***** When Tom Rosemond visited the Raleigh Club in his campaign for lieutenant governor, one of the wags called out, “Tom, stand on a chair so we can see you.” “What Kiwanian do you think 1 am?” he snapped. “Jack LeGrand or Hilly Arthur?” * * ***** When Tom went into Eubanks’ Drug Store to weigh one day last week, he withdrew his wallet from iiack |>ocket and laid it on the counter. Then he stepped on the scales. "Didn’t want my wallet counted in my weight,” he explained. ***** I guess there’s a good reason for the question, but it alwuys struck me as being nonsensical. I mean conversation that usually takes place when I call thlr telephone company’s—any telephone company’s—re pair service. I usually tell the operator, “1 want to report a tele phone out of order.” Then she asks, innocently, “What seems to be the trouble?” And that’s what gets me. I’ve always wanted to say, “Honey, the damn thing just won’t work.” Why doesn’t she omit the “seems” and simply ask what the trouble is? Then one could honestly answer the hell won’t bell, the phone won’t phone, or the dial won’t dial. There just ain’t no seeming about it. Be sides, if I actually knew what seemed to be the trouble I’d fix it myself and not get all hot and bothered listen ing to such questions as “What seems to be the trou ble?” • • • • -* The Wfeekly really keeps good company in the Spike Saunders residence. He says he has it on she bedside table with Lefler’s History of North Carolina and the Holy Bible. Tuesday, September 20, 19SS On the Town By Chuck Htuwr m
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