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The Chapel Hill Weekly
Chapel Hill, North Carolina
126 E. Reaeawry Telephone 0-1271 or 5461
Published Every Tuesday end Friday
By The Chapel Hill Publishing Company, Inc.
Louis Graves Contributing Editor
Joe Jones Managing Editor
Billy Arthur .. Associate Editor
Chuck Hauser Associate Editor
Orville Campbell General Manager
O. T. Watkins Advertising Director
Charlton Campbell ... Mechanical Supt
Entered as second-class matter February 2a 1923. at
the posioffice at Chape! Hill. North Carolina, under
the act of March 3. 1879
SUBSCRIPTION KATES
In Orange County, Year 14.00
<6 months $2.25; 3 months, $1.50)
Outside of Orange County by the Year:
State of N. C., Va., and S. C. 4.50
Other States and List, of- Columbia 5.00
Canada, Mexico, South America 7.00
Europe ‘
Alan I)avoe Said It:
It is a curious thin# that the human
race has always had a taste for reckless
interference with the balance of nature.
A good deal of the interference has
taken the form of thoughtless depred
ation. and some of our spoliations of
this kind have often been chronicled —
how, for example, out of stupidity or
rapacity, man has plundered his planet
of eagles and paroquets and cougars
and scores of other fauna; how he has
laid waste forests and made once-rich
earth into a desert.
The Atom Goes to Work for Everybody
We’ve heard much in recent months
about peace-time uses of the atom, but
we can’t recall having seen a compre
hensive report of just what some of
those every-day uses are.
Os course, now arid then we’ve chanc
ed across explanations of one or two
new uses. But since it's difficult for
us to file away in our minds all of the
singletons, we were gratified by the
article in the September issue of the
Progressive Farmer which presents a
comprehensive report on the good side
of the atomic research. Just what we’ve
been looking for.
We learn that the atom is giving us
better paints and sandpaper, longer
wearing floor wax; iVift looking through
castings to see that there are no flaws
to impair the life of your tractor; it is
putting an even layer of fabric in your
tires so they will last longer.
In the field of food, the atom may
soon keep meat fresh indefinitely with
out refrigeration. So far the scientists
have learned that meat exposed to atom
ic rays can be eaten. The catch is the
meat doesn’t taste or look right, so the
scientists are still working on it.
Extensive laboratory tests show that
irradiated potatoes can be safely stored
for two years or yonger.
A better washing machine is on the
way, too. Researchers rub clothes with
dirt mixed with tiny bits of radioactive
material. Then the machine washes Un
clothes. Next, a sensitive instrument
like the Geiger counter measures to see
how much dirt is left in the clothes.
Improvements are made until the wash
er passes the Geiger counter test.
In hospitals, physicians introduce
harmless amounts of radioactive ma
terials into the body to diagnose cir
culatory disorders, to locate cancerous
tumors., to measure how sick thyroid
glands are working. They are finding
out how much iron the red blood cells
of anemic patients can take up.
The greatest killer of people in this
country, high blood pressure, is being
tracked down by means of radioactive
calcium. Little radioactive beads are be
ing inserted in the sinuses for treatment
of cancer, another device is made for
placement behind the eyeball, another
for the bladder. These little beads do
the job the teletherapy machines are
too big and clumsy to do.
The first disease successfully treat
ed with artificial radioactivity is a con
dition in which the bone marrow pro
duces too many red blood cells.
The atom is now giving doctors new
and better means of radiation treatment.
Also an atomic compound, injected in
a patient, concentrates for reasons un
known in the tumorous tissue. The
doctor with his detection instrument
can then locate the extent of the tumor.
The Joint Committee on Atomic En
ergy, of which our own Rep. Carl T.
Durham is chairman, says scientists
“have learned more about the world in
25 years from the use of isotopes (radio
active atoms) than mankind had learn-
ed in all previous history.”
Doesn’t it make you happy too to
know- that all the knowledge unleashed
by the atom is tiot locked away in lab
oratories, waiting to be used only to
knock someone off the face of the globe?
Instead, it is working today for you.
your home, your health and your work.
Why Mrs. Jackson Likes Chapel Hill
There seems to be a never-ending
stream of reasons why folks like Chapel
Hill. In the mail the other day came this
letter from Mrs. Richard Jackson, wife
of the minister of the Congregational-
Christian church:
“Why I like Chapel Hill (just one of
many reasons).
“I had retraced my steps to the Post
Office, the Weekly office, the shoe
shop, the car. and still could find only
two of-the batch of envelopes I’d bought.
Well I. hoped whoever found them would
write a lot of letters.
“Next day in the mail delivery
(thanks to Charles Hallow-ay) was a
hunch of envelopes with a note, Lost by
Mrs. Jackson, McCauley St. A call to
Lindsay Neville at the stamp window
solved the mystery. They’d been picked
up in the regular mail collection that
afternoon; apparently my helpful three
year-old Sue had mailed them! Now,
what other town has such nice Post
Office folk?”
“This Is the I^w”
On its newspages today the Weekly
inauguates an every-Tuesday public ser
vice feature, by and with the assist
ance of the North Carolina Bar As
sociation. It is entitled “This Is the
Law.”
This feature first made its appearance
two years ago when the lawyers of the
state came to a conclusion that few
people actually knew what their rights
and privileges were under the laws of
the State of North Carolina. They con
cluded further that since the law is
based upon justice and since everyone
has equal rights under the law, the
public should he better acquainted with
it. The result was a question-and-an
swer series of articles dealing with
some of the most common legal problems
the public might encounter.
\ This week the N. C. Bar Association
resumes the series, written by Robert
E. Lee. Some of the discussions will be
(juite simple; others may surprise you.
Therefore, for your own enlightment
and protection, we commend the series
to you.
Gratitude in Order
The Jaycees deserve everybody’s
gratitude for staging an annual sale ol
electric bulbs to raise money for the
many civic projects they sponsor. Go
ing from house to house asking people
to buy something is not a particularly
enjoyable way to spend an evening,
especially after working hard all day
at a regular job.
The young man who knocked on your
door and asked you to buy a box ot
light bulbs wasn’t doing it' because it
was fun, or to make money for himself.
H<- was doing it for the good of his
and your community.
Reading Long Postponed
Probably everybody who reads at all
has thought, at limes, about the books
he (or she) has intended to read but
somehow has never got around to. Mrs.
Lucy Phillips Russell sends the Weekly
a yellowed clipping, a jxa-m by Edgar
Guest, which she says has been tucked
away in her home out of sight for
years:
“If I shall ever he
Eighty-one or two or three,
If I still can sit and read
I shall happy be, indeed.
In that wrinkled time and gray
If my sight is good I may
Con those volumes I have owned
And their reading long postponed.
To those books I’ve often said:
‘Some day soon you’ll be read,
Some day soon I’ll run you through
As 1 long have meant to do.’
But in days of haste and speed.
When can anybody read?
In these days of radio
Books must only be for show.
But if I shall live to be
Eighty-one or two or three,
I may find the time I need
To sit quietly and read.”
Some Others Didn’t Make It
Wasn’LJPeron lucky? He lived to be
an ex-dictator.
THE CHAPEL HILL WEEKLY
More Cuttings in the Old Days.. .
C. E. King , Number Two Sergeant on the Police Force ,
Has Served as a Chapel Hill Law Officer Since 1942
By J.A.C. Hum
Sergeant C. E. King, second
in seniority of the police ser
geants, sat in the police office
the other day and told us la
conically of his past.
“horn and raised in Durham
County, ‘bout four miles east
of Chapel Hill,” he said, Tub
bing his chin thoughtfully.
“Came to the police department
in June, li*-12.” He turned to
the radio.
“Testing. 1:30, KIA 730,"
he said.
“Car 6, ten-four,” said car
6 over the radio.
“Ten-four, 6. I worked on the
campus until December 1943,
then I transferred downtown
and worked the street on foot
for a year and a half. The four
to eight shift, that was.”
“Car fi to the station. Do
you have traffic?” interrupted
the radio.
“Do riot,” said the sergeant.
“Ten four.”
“Then 1 began rotating from
shift to shift,” he went on. “We
only had five men at that time.”
A man in a straw hat am
bled in and leaned on the
counter.
“ 'Lo, Ed,” he said to the
sergeant.
“Hello Brick—l mean John.”
“Where's Chief?”
“Out’n the car.”
“Bet things are picking up
with all those boys around.”
“Yeah,” said the sergeant,
and irrigated the wastepaper
basket with used chewing to
bacco. John and the sergeant
Chapel Hill Chaff
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top specialist to operate in
Chapel Hill,” W. D. Miles, a
local barber, said the other
day. “The boys howled when
they got short haircuts in the
Army, but that’s all they want
when they get out."
"You ought to do like that
barber over in Burlington,”
somebody replied. “Put up a
sign saying ‘Flat-tops and
duck-tails one dollar extra.’ ”
"I’ll give you two dollars ex
tra if you can cut mine so it'll
look thicker in front,” some
body else said.
“If I could do that I’d re
retire. next year a millionaire,"
said Mr. Miles.
... f
I’ve quit trying to guess
the occupations of the people
who appear as guests on the
"What’s My Line?” television
program. J just sit back and
wait till it’s flashed on the
screen.
Time was when this wasn’t
so. That was after I guessed
one man correctly as soon as
)e walked on He had bookie
written all over him. Bookie
I guessed. And bookie b<- was.
I had felt puffed up ever
,-ince till the night I wy- set
down hard by a “What’ My
Line?” guest I thought was a
watchmaker or piano tuner. He
was a pallid, slightly stooped
f< low wit 1 1 squinting ey< and
white slender hands. "He pro
bably fixes 'watcher.” | an
nounced to the othc r people
in the room. "Or work- with
something else small like that.
Something that requin .- deli
cate workmanship.”
Before I could say more it
wu flashed on the screen that
the man was a handler of
elephant.-. That’s when I -wore
off "What’s My Line?" guess
ing. I don’t make my guesses
out loud any more, anyway.
But perhaps 1 wasn't so
wrong after all. The next day
tlie papers said F. 8.1. agents
watching the program had
recognized the elephant, handler
a.- a man wanted for car theft
and were at the door to ap
prehend him as he left the
building in which the program
originated. Would you put it
past a car thief to lie up an
an unusual occupation to get
himself on a TV give-away
program? Maybe he was a
watchmaker turned ear thief.
* • •
Bob Bartholomew of the
University News Bureau got an
unusually good play on the
fine feature story he wrote
about freshman registration.
The Weekly was certainly
happy to use it, as were many
other papers throughout the
state. E. A. Resch, editor of
the Chatham News, even ran
it in his personal column, “An
K. A. R. to the Ground.”
After explaning that he was
going on vacation and didn’t
have time to turn out his usual
celoumn material, Mr. Resch
wrote:
“I was helped greatly by the
appearance in the mails of a
piece from Bob Bartholomew of
the University News Bureau. It
was an out-of-the-ordinary
story about the registration of
the freshmen during the past
week. As a rule the piece
would not appear in our news
paper, crowded out-p-probably,
either by local news or somc^
/ a
.
—Photo by Lavargne
C. E. KING
discussed John’s sore nose for a
couple of minutes in a desult
ory sort of way, and then John
ambled away again.
"I alternated between the
first two shifts,” the sergeant
continued after the door had
been closed on John. “Ser
geant Merritt took the third
shift by himself.”
One of the Carrboro police
men came in at this point.
"Whattaya know, King?” he
asked lazily.
“Don’t know much.”
“Well, if you don’t know
anything good, don’t tell it,”
suggested the Carrboro police
man, and strolled out the door
This in the Lair
By Robert E. Lee
(For the N. C. Bar Association)
Kinds of Property
This is the first of a fall
series of articles that will ap
pear each week throughout the
next three months. They have
been written for the non-law
yer as a public service of the
North Carolina Bar Associa
tion.
What is real property?
In a popular sense, property
is anything that may be owned.
It may be divided into two
general classes: real property
and personal property.
Rea! property is the term
applied to land or real estate.
It is property which is im
movable and permanent in its
character and use, ’ such as
houses and buildings, the an
nexed fixtures, the trees and
vegetation above the soil as
well as the mineral underneath
its surface.
What is personal property?
Personal property is movable
in it..- nature, and includes
every sort of property not pos
sessing the nature of real prop
erty, such as furniture, mei -
chandL-e, clothing, animals,
promissory notes, stork, and
bonds, books, paten’.-, auto
mobile.-, and the like.
Ret-dial pi '.per: v may b.
changed into rial property, as
where one takes brick and
mol tar alt personal prop. rtj
and constructs a house with
them, which l- then considered
real proper’y; and if' in tic
lapse of time that same house
be razed to the ground and
the'building material sold as
such, they again acquire the
eharaeteri.-tir.. of pi r .-o na 1
A 1, el ter from “A Reader"
( ha pel Hill, N. < .
To the Editor:
Will you please pr int this letter in your newspaper so people
can get one person’s reaction to the excellent special edition you
have just put out. To begin with, it is a "beautiful” paper. The
printing is good, the pictures attractive, the subjects covered
are comprehensive, the advertisements catchy, and in general it
surpasses many papers of much wider circulation.
These papers should be kept for posterity, who will be much
more interested in them than a “stuffy” history book. A copy
should be in each school and library. I particularly. enjoyed Joe
Jones' column. One sentence is especially apropos, “On East
Rosemary and East Franklin Streets are old houses, loved and
lived in as they were before the Civil War.” Too many of the
gracious old homes are being demolished for piles of brick
without any beuuty, and those who come after will know nothing
of the charm of ancient architecture.
"Johnny Can’t Read and Barents Can’t Spell,” on the edit
orial page, was delightful.
The Chapel Hill Weekly is a unique paper, avoiding sensa
tional news, as there is enough of that in the daily papers. A
woman once made the remark, “I wish I could pick up a paper
without glaring headlines of horrible happenings.” An out-of
town subscriber answered, “You should take the Chapel Hill
Weekly.” It is a little old-timey, bringing in human interest,
which many people like, and we hope it won’t change. One person
laughlingly said, “If there is a murder in town, that isn’t news,
but if somebody’s cat gets up in a tree and can’ get down, that’s
news.”
The Chapel Hill Weekly doesn’t usually go in for controver
sial issues which are likely to give you a heart attack. Somebody
once said to me, “1 believe you like the Weekly because it’s
softer.” That hit the nail on the head.
Again let me congratulate you on the excellent job which
Billy Arthur, Orville Campbell, and the entire staff did on this
number.
A Reader
thing t that might have more
widespread appeal.
“The thing amused me, pos
rfbiy I am the parent
again.
“All down West Franklin
street was residential then,”
continued the sergeant. “There
weren’t any business buildings
except Obie Davis and Wil
liams Upholstery and the Car
olina Cleaners. N’ot more than
three or four of us on duty in
those days. More fighting than
we have now. Dunno just how
to account for it, but I b’lieve
it’s so. Not unusual to have
two or three good cutting
scrapes in one night back
then.”
We asked when the sergeant
had been made a sergeant,
and he replied that it was a
bout the same time as Ser
geants Merritt and Durham.
“Seems like it must have been
1951,” he mused.
Further probing inside ser
geant King revealed the facts
that he was married in 1937,
ran a service station (first
Gulf, then Sinclair) on the
Durham Road from 1930 until
he went on the police force,
and starting in 1926, sold in
surance in Durham for two
years, in the early part of 1929
he had to lay out for a while
after having a bone graft for
a broken arm.
Seemed like a quiet, peaceful
life, we commented.
“Yes, real quiet,” said the
sergeant. “Hope you can make
something out of it with all
these interruptions.”
To which we replied that
the simplest thing to do was
include the interruptions.
property.
May one have a “property
right” in the dead body of
another ?
Yes. Although a dead body
is not property in the strict
sense, the right to its posses
sion and disposition is a quasi
(or “as if”) property right
which the courts will recognize
and protect.
In the absence of a pro
vision in a person’s will, the
right of preservation and bur
ial belongs to the surviving
husband or wife, or next of
kin. For example, if a man
dies, it is his wife who has
the say as to where and how
his body is to be buried. If
he has no surviving wife, then
this right is vested in those next
of kin to him.
If there is a desecration of
the grave of an ancestor,
there vests iri the next of kin
as of the time the wrongful
act is done a right to bring an
action for damages.
Does a wife acquire dower
rights in the personal property
of her derea.-ed husband?
No. A wife may claim dower
righ's only in the real prop
erty of her deceased husband.
A surviving wife may claim
a.- (lower a lift estate in one
third of any real property that
her hu.-band owned at airy time
during their mar riage. If a wife
• igri.- 'he deed to any real prop
erly ).i*r husband conveys dur
ing their iiiari iage, she thereby
waive,- the right to claim any
down in this property .-ub
sequent to his death. Thi.-. is
the rt .-on that purchasers of
land customarily* hemu.ii that
married men give to them a
deed signed by both the man
red hi- wife.
of one of the freshmen who
went through the ordeal. It is
humorous and should be of in
terest to other people.”
On the Town
aMNMKIM3% By Chuck Hauser . y.v
THIS IS CHAPEL HILL: The oriental gentleman
riding down East Franklin Street perched atop a motor
scooter on which is pasted a large green sign, “See
Grandfather Mountain”. . . . The dirty flag flopping
at the end of the Town Hall’s flagpole in celebration
of the birthday of the U. S. Constitution . . . Movie
goers utilizing the yellow-painted “No Parking” space
in front of the Varsity theatre after dark, when police
patrolling is at a minimum. . .
*****
WHEN J. A. C. DUNN DUG UP the old 1925 Yackety
Yack from which we reproduced the picture of Rameses
I on the front page, I was surprised to discover what
an interesting and distinguished set of upperclassmen
populated the campus at the time the Carolina mascot
first showed up on the scene.
As Jim Dunn mentioned, Vic Huggins was hflfti
cheerleader during the 1924-25 year—his senior year*-
and it was he who thought up the mascot business in
the first place. Mr. Huggins captured the honor of be
ing named “Most Energetic” in the list of senior super
latives,. as reported by the Yack.
Under the Huggins picture in the senior section
are some of the following comments: “A living specimen
of personified optimism. . . Since his entrance he has
made several adventures in the business world which
were both novel and remunerative. His honor-system
apple boxes have put the Greeks to shame ... He has
sold everything to the student body including his own
unequaled line of hull . .
J wo other familiar Chapel Hill names crop up in
this old Yack as classmates of Mr. Huggins. They are
Robert Linker and J. Maryon Saunders. Comments by
the Yack:
Mr. Linker: “A scholar ... A language hound ... He
has many friends, among them some rather wonder
fully rare types. In addition to the general run, he
seems to have a liking for freaks; however, a linguist
always has ... An interesting conversationalist, who
will talk to you by the hour about any subject or about
nothing at all . .
Mr. Saunders: “Spike is our idea of the all-round
fellow, good at anything at which he tries his hand . . .
He is always interested in a dance, and as for women,
he is great on Love, spelled with a capital letter . . .’W
Here are two other interesting University graduaffs
of 1925, both of whom have made their fame elsewhere
in the lar Heel state, one as a U. S. Congressman and
one as Commissioner of Motor Vehicles:
Charles Raper Jonas: “The recognized leader of
the small but faithful band of Republicans in our
midst . . . We hereby prophesy for ‘Red’ a brilliant
success in the legal world, and if, perchance, there
should ever be a swing in the political pendulum of
the Old North State—”
fid ward Scheidt: "A human dynamo of energy, a
speed-demon with the typewriter, a wizard in turning
out any kind or amount of work in record time, a
Southern checker champion, an excellent mixer . . . the
very personification of ability. . .”
# Like 4 hapv! Hill
If I’m missed for several days, I’ll be down at YVin
yati, N. C., having been lured there by an inviting
headline in the Monroe Journal, which read:
honky swapping is
PLANNED AT WINGATE
* * * + M
Ellon < asey, who writes a lot of .sjxmts for the
Durham Sun, was over town the other p. ni., and we
chatted briefly'. Eater that evening he telephoned to
kiiovs how tall 1 was. Seems as if he had up a little wager.
Anyway, 1 honestly couldn’t tell him correctly. I
knew approximately but hesitated to bleat an answer,
icarlul he might lose. So, I recommended him to Bob
< ox or Monk Jennings, who had recently taken my
liit asuiv.
in more ways than one.
Haven’t heard yet how Elton made out. But if he
lost, he’ll be like a lot of other folks who have conA
to the proper conclusion: Don’t bet on Billy.
♦ * * * *
I m not only ignorant of my exact height but also
my weight. All I know about the height is that 1 can’t
see on top of some counters, but that doesn’t bother.
And, as for the weight, that all depends on whether
I check it on Mr. Eubanks’ scales before or after my
morning coffee hour.
Some of my learned readers probably flinched when
they passed the sentence above saying that Elton
< asey was “over town.” I confess it’s colloquial and
may leave the impression he was flying or suspended.
Nope, not that; he was a walking visitor.
In Cabarrus county it is perfectly proper to say ojtt
was “over town.” Or, it used to be. That meant o*
had been to Concord.
* * • * *
I’m now reminded that in one of the contest cross
word puzzles last week we came across a definition
which went something like this: One is likely to hide
money in an old one.
Ihe missing word could have been either cloak or
clock.
Remembering the tall grandfather clocks with the
false bottoms, the Misses and I decided clock was the
preferable word. Then she remembered another place
folks used to hide their money. That was in the “com
pany sugar bowl.”
Our discussion disclosed that both of our families
had two sugar bowls, one that was used every day and
seldom left the table, and another that was taken off
the top shelf of the china closet (they’re another two
words you seldom hear today), when company came
to dine. It was in that sugar bowl that money usually
was hidden, too.
Tuesday, September 27, 1955