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Page Two T*he Chapel Hill Weekly Chapel Hill, North Carolina I*6 E. Reortary Telephone »-1271 or MSI Publish**) Every Tuesday and Frtday By The Chapel Hill Publishing (ornpany, Inc. Louis Graves Contributing. Editor Joe Jones Managing Editor Billy Arthur Associate Editor Chuck Hauser Associate Editor Orville Campbell Genera! Manager O. T Watkins Advertising Director Charlton Campbell Mechanical Supt Entered »> lecor.d-class matter Penruary & 1923 et the postoflice at Chape! Hill. North Carolina, under the me* of March 3. lATS SUBSCRIPTION RATES In Orange County, Year *4.00 <6 months F 2.25; 3 months, $1.50) Outside of Orange County by the Year: State of N. C., Va., and S. C. 4.60 Other States and Dist. of Columbia Canada, Mexico, South America 7.00 Europe ‘‘•6o Transportation Service Between Here And the Airport Is an Urgent Need There is a fine new terminal build ing at the Raleigh-Durham airport, and the two-city committee in charge of it announced a few days ago that it was to be made still finer by the addition of a second story. ( hapel Hill residents are glad to hear about, this but their gladness would be con siderably greater if the committee would arrange for the improvements to include transportation service be tween the airport and Chapel Hill for persons who do not have their own cars. I doubt if there is a community in the United States of the same size that contributes more passengers to the air lines than (hajiel Hill. And it contributes more—l have learned this from air line officials—than many communities much larger. Its being a university town has a good deal to do with this,. Faculty members and students, their relatives and friends, attendants at athletic and other events, and athletic teams make up a big vol ume of air traffic into and out of our village. One of the most frequent remarks made about air travel is that a flight itself takes so little time and the trip on the ground to and from an airport takes so much. You can go from the Raleigh-Durham airport Washing ton in almost as short a time, some times actually as short, as it takes you to make the 33-mile round trip between here and the airjs'rt.. And you hear about similar examples of time-con suming ground travel to and from air ports all over the United States. Limousine service is provided for air travelers bound to or from Raleigh or Durham but not for Chapel Lillians. This is. an urgent need and the air lines ought to take the initiative in meeting it. Naturally I have thought of this before, as many other people, here have, but what reminds me of it now is a letter from Miss Mary B. Gilson in which she says: “Day after day the .radio blares forth ‘Fly Eastern’ and some of us who do not drive any more and who have to pay five-fifty each way for taxi service to and from the airport find it tempting but financially impossible to take a fly up to Washington oc casionally, as we would like to. “1 asked Mr. Kidout at the Inn whether he did not find it inconvenient not to have regular limousine service for the numerous guests and persons attending conventions, as well as for various transients. He said he had an example of that the day before when he himself had had to drive a couple of Chicago millionaires over to the air port. J refrain from saying 1 wished he had to do that frequently, for if he did, it might stimulate him to ‘do something about it.’ “A friend of mine who is in the New York office of a big • corporation wrote to me about a group of men who had been considering establishing a branch of their firm in Chapel Hill, but, ince the personnel would consist of white-collar workers and executives who might wish easy access to trans portation to. New York and Washington, they decided (after having had some experience in getting out of and into the town themselves) it was too short of transportation facilities. "But I am speaking for ordinary citizens like myself, not for exploring industrialists. Mary Guthrie said they had solved the problem for themselves by buying an extra car. Paul has to make frequent trips to New York and Washington, and in order to his (rife the use of the car while he was a way he had to be driven to the airport by her, which was often very inconveni ent for a busy housewife. So they bought an extra car which he now leaves at the airport during his fre quent trips north. That's fine for j**o ple who am afford the luxury of two cars. / ,"I am appealing to you to tell Cap tain Eddie Rickenbacker not ’ to tanta lize us by singing that Lorelei song. ‘Fly, Eastern,' unless’ he can put the heat ! on wherever it should be put on. Maybe you could get the Jaycees and the Chamber of Commerce to help." L.G What About the Sidewalks? It ha- been announced that Mayor Oliver K. Cornwell will be the speaker at the next meeting of the Faculty Club, February 7. His topic will be the various problems and plans of the town government. «J ho[S' he will say something about sidewalks. Nothing else in Chapel Hill needs more attention from , our aider- - men. mayor, and town manager. Several thousand dollars was voted last year for the issue of bonds tor the widening of Rosemary street. The neetP for this is nothing like so im portant a 1 - the need for safe and decent sidewalks.. I say safe advisedly, be cause several painful accidents, some of them costing the victims consider able money and valuable loss of time, have been caused by the poor quality of our sidewalks. If the transfer could be made, I would be glad to see the widening of Rosemary street postpon ed and the money voted for it used for sidewalk construction. 1 have called attention several times in these columns to the excellent brick surface, like the paths on the campus, on the two sides (Rosemary and Co lumbia street sides) of the Town Hall, and have suggested’ that this same kind of surface be laid, if not through out the town, at least on Rome stretches. J would like Mayor Cornwell to say if there is any possibility that this can be done.—L.G. * John Manning for the Senate John T. Manning has announced that he will be a candidate for the Democratic nomination for State Sena tor in the May primary. There are two counties in this .sen atorial district, Alamance and Orange. By a long-standing agreement the of fice goes to Orange (which has a much smaller population than Alamance) for two terms out of every five. Alamance has, had the office- for the last three terms, so it belongs to Orange for the next two. Whoever gets the Democratic nomination is sure of being elected. Few if an\ families have been more prominently identified with public and. professional life in North Carolina than the Mannings. To go back more than two generations: Mr. Manning's grand father, John .Manning, was a member of the 1861 Convention, served in the Legislature, and was dean oj/lhe l.’ni versijy law school. His great-uncle, James S. Manning, was in the legis lature, was a Superior Court Judge, and was State Attorney General. His father, Dr. Isaac Manning, was Dean of the. University Medical School tor many years. His uncle, Dr. John M. Man ning, was an eminent physician and was mayor of Durham for several terms. His cousin. John Hall Manning, a lieutenant-colonel in World War J, is now commanding officer of the N. C. National Guard with the rank of Major General. One of his two broth ers, Dr. Isaac Manning, is a physician, in Durham and the other, Howard Manning, is a lawyer in Raleigh. John T. Manning’s experience and success in the law, the continuing in telligent interest he has taken in local and state government, and his partici pation for many years in community affairs (specially those connected with education) qualify him to live up to the impressive record of his family.— L.G. Winning Is Everything Since he has returned to North Carolina, Jim Tatum has been quoted as saying, “Winning isn’t the only thing, it’s everything.” At first glance, this statement may not seem to be a healthy one. But take a closer look. It would seem logical for a University professor to tell his class at the beginning of a semester, “Passing isn’t the only thing,, it’s everything.” Parents who are mak ing sacrifices to send .their sons and daughters to school may well tell them, “Graduating isn’t the only thing, it’s THE CHAPEL HILL WEEKLY everything.” You wouldn’t want a doctor to oper ate on you or a lawyer to represent you in court unless he had fulfilled the requirements demanded of his pro fession. The same holds for business. A merchant has to be successful to stay in business. He has to pay for bis goods, labor, and taxes.. He has to succeed, to win, or somebody else will take his place. * Those who have criticized Coach l Like Chape! Hili When a man starts feeling that his wife doesn t understand him, the chances are he'd be lucky if she didn't. •** * » * * A lawyer is not a necessity for necessity knows no law. * * # * * » A progressive school is where the children learn less, but the parents get to know the teacher better. $ * * * * -j, Most of us find it more difficult to live by rules other- prescribe than to prescribe rules lor others to live by. * * W * * In election years a congressional investigating committee i- usually a group of men looking for trou ble and capable of overlooking it when they find it. . ji * * * 4 If speakers who get on their feet Only knew when to take their seat! * * * » “Mankind will never develop anything more des tructive or horrible than thermo-nuclear bombs,” says a scientist. He seems to have no faith whatever in civilization. **• * - Tell the average man he’s worked to death, and he enjoys it. * * * * We hear the Agriculture Department is planning a book titled “Farming for Profit.'' What farmer has time to read fiction? * * * * Any casualties among your New Year resolutions yet? * * * * Now that faces of several TV actresses have been lifted, is there any way to have their necklines likewise ? Return to Slavery By K. A. Kesch In Ihe Chatham News Until shortly before Christ mas 1 had gone 17 months with out smoking except for the few puffs of a cigarette taken on July 5, 1965, in order to break the continuity on the first annivet sary of having quit aftei thirty years. It was there that J beg.-li to sneak a puff oi two. It was done in an effoiT to quiet jangled nerves that had not ever completely recovered fiont the complete withdrawal from tobacco. I had no intention of smoking more than just a wee bit. But 1 fooled myself. What started out us a bit of innocent fun and caused only mild con rein among the family mem hers who seemed to look upon me as having reacquired so lie ,s<nt of terrible habit, quickly resulted in almost complete readoption of the thing the: had caused me no end of trou ble to quit. 1 began to smoke more than just occasionally. A busy ached ule put an extra burden on rny .nerves and 1 used tie cigarette a- a crutch. 1 was scheduled for a number of meetings and first thing I knew the habit was again up on me. And here 1 am —again! I'm in the throes of the bitter struggle of trying to make up my mind that smoking is not for me. 1 am going to quit again hut I don’t, at tins lie. merit, know when. 1 know that some people will want to know the impres ions I experienced as I came hack to a habit 1 once- thought I had discarded for good. cigarettes have already dull ed- my appetite for food and 1 can now understand why people tell me that they ex perience an increase in weight when they quit smoking and begin to lose again when they resume the habit. 1 don’t believe that I’ve really enjoy ed a meal since 1 took up smoking. Food doesn't taste iike it did during the many months when 1 abstained. The morning hangover is with me again. I get up each morning and my mouth feels as though I have been chew ingf on absorbent cotton mixed with peanut butter. Gargling and brushing don’t help a bit. There is a certain amount of anxiety until I have smok ed the first cigarette. The hours spent at the typewriter seem wholly inadequate unless there is a cigarette burning on the ash tray-beside it. The family has begun to cal! me “Smoky Joe" and the Tatum have been reading between the lines. They seem to be saying that “Winning, at any cost, isn't the only thing, it’s everything.” That would not be true in any sense* of the word. But if Coach Tatum abides by the rules of fair play, and we know he will, we urge him to continue to impress upon his players that “Winning isn't the only thing, it’s everything.” Such an attitude could possibly place them among our finest citizens of tomorrow. boy, coming home from school, sarcastically referred to my, enjoyment of tic basketball gaiuc of the' night before as HI noticed the. ashtray . with partially consumed cigarettes in the den beside the radio. i have lost some of the weight I pic keel up during Christmas. And 1 know that J shall continue t.o lose more, possibly five oi six more pounds ic>» I fee. - ne that my weight Ju;c- readjusted upward when 1 quit because I had to diet to get it down. 1 feel like a criminal when in the company of people who know that once it was I who had proudly boasted that I had quit. They give me a look. The more aggn ssive one.- point a finger at the burning weed and ask me what in thunder I'm doing with a cigarette in my hands There- ,c feeding of gmi that accompanies every cigar ette 1 smoke. 11,aN feeling seems to choke- me. It is as though I have le-t down a great many people who ap plauded my cai lieu e ffort.s_lo quit. Fell the first time in ai most two years the-ie- is an added sensitivity in the mem branes that line my nose anil I’ve been coughing a hit since 1 starteei aiding like a ohim ney. 1 don’t like cigarettes a hit more than 1 eiiei before I quit. They contribute nothing to my sense of well-being. My nerves? They're more bar) 1 y jangled than ever they have been ami J am possesseei of a growing horror that I won’t he- able to quit after, dfice. more, 1 make up my mind that ) have made the bitterest sent of ■ mistake in starting up again. 1 can stand the jibes of the doubters who believed all along that I wouldn’t stay quit. What maddens me is that I permit ted- myself to get into the shape I'm in—once again a virtual slave to the pack of cigarettes and matches that clutter up my pockets. J feel a lot like the chronic drunk who said that it wasn’t any trouble at all to quit eirinking—that he’d tried it at least a thousanei times. I did a good job the first time —one that 1 didn’t think i could do. But I realize now that the weakness never real ly deserts one-—that I’ll have it all to do over again. The bitter memory of the trouble I had quitting the first time still haunts me and, 1 suppose, delays the starting time of the next effort. in the meantime, I suppose I shall have to Jjacome ac customed to the questioning looks and the smirks that come across the faces of- lots of people who notice that I am Chapel Hill Chaff (Continued from page 1) tiful cathedral from the train window he said with a smile that he was frequently heat ini' tourist- say that and he was sorry there were not more of them who stopped at Dur ham and stayed-long enough to have a really good look at the cathedral. The tourists are sor ry. too, if we are fair ex amples. When you go on a tour of Europe, what wonder fi! places you see, hut how many places there are that you want to see but can’t’ Your time is limited and you are caught between rigid date on the calendar. Os course a great many tourists do go to Durham and York and other places in northern England, but there are also a great many who have schedules which al low for northern visits only in Scotland. A ' delight to me fast week was the coming of Mrs. Gordon Edwards, whom 1 first knew when she was Miss Angela Mr- Caul). That was in the 1890’s and she was a lodger in our home with her aunt, Mrs. Hai ry Martin, and her sisters, Miss Winifred McOaull (later Mrs. Frank Holahan) and Miss Margaret McCaull (later Mi.-.’ William D. Carmichael). •She has been living at the hotel J.utetia on the Boulevard Kaspail in Paris with Mrs. Holahan and Mrs. Cartwright- Hooker ithe former Miss Wini fred Holahan). By a happy chance this was the hotel where the Brownell Travel Bureau quartered my w ife and me when we were in Europe last sum mer. One thing Mrs. Edwards told me when I saw her soon aftei hei arrival at the Inn last week was that she saw fre quently my*,- old-time fiiend, Roy Mason, who used to live here, and that he now has something his Chapel Hill friends nevei aw him with either in fluY or fancy; that is, a long white beard. I was aghast at this news “How long?” 1 asked. She put her hand just a little above her.waist to indicate the length arid said: “It’s really long down to here. My estimate is ten to twelve inches. Mr. Mason told .Mrs Edward at Christmas-time that when he was passing some children on the s’ieet one of them point ed to him and exclaimed “Pere Noel!” That’s the French for Santa ( !aus. Pico, Come Hack By Julian Sclieer In ihc Charlotte News In the headlights of the car the othei night, a big, red Jnsh settei was seen running across the road. It dived for a ditch, panting white clouds of vapor, and disappeared in the underbrush. Foi a moment, just a fleet ing second, it looked like “Pico.” Pico was the pride of out house at one time. At a per iod in your life when you own little furniture, make home payments, to pay , bills, the car is lit years old—a tangible, breathing thing like a dog gives you a strange, real sense of honest possession and happiness. Pico was all dog, a frisky, wild, leaping,-..running, unruly dog. He was but an infant when we picked him out of a litter of setters on a farm neai Hogan’s in Chapel Hill and "Pico” was . short for a more, fancy and ungrammatical “El Pico de Ferrous” which was supposed to mean “the pick of the’ dogs” in pidgin .Spanish. The bright red, beautifully proportioned dog seemed to grow as you watched. The first night at home he slept in a box in the bathroom. The next night he was in bed—pushing, crowding, sn ig gling you out of blankets and warmth on a cold winter night. Pico was around for a couple of months before he became ill. Then. we nursed him, all night long, fed him by hand, stroked his head, soothed him, smoking again. But as sure as gun’s iron I’m going to make the attempt and if 1 succeed I shall know that it is foolish to think that one can smoke just a little bit. I’m not made that way. It is all or nothing! And I have learned the hard way. I On the Toirn J •>?. ... 1 hi'< k IGu-er ■ „ .1 THE CAROLINA THEATRE SHOWED a fine motion picture last Wednesday. It was a Swedish film entitled “One Summer of Happiness." and it told a moving story of a deep and tender love affair be tween a 19-year-old boy and a 17-year-old girl. Unfortunately, the film had been brutally censor ed by persons who apparently cannot distinguish be tween beauty and filth, or between art and sex. The censoring not only hurt the continuity of the story in at least one place, but it destroyed a great deal of the tenderness of the Jove affair by leaving too much to shallow imaginations. It is tragic that some Americans have such dis torted. narrow ideas of sex and love that they must either ban or cripple a motion picture which treats these subjects honestly and frankly. Sex, sadly enough, is not a beautiful thing to many people in this country. It is something to lx- laughed at or to be ashamed of. This is not so much the reason for such censorship as was perpetrated on this film as it is the result of such censorship. Carolina Theatre Manager E. Carrington Smith protested that he was forced to exchange the original uncut version of the film for a pre-censored one be cause of the-protests he would have received from persons in Chapel Hill. Yet the Carolina and many other theatres in the country daily exhibit pictures which depend for their box office appeal on buxom women who-appear half in and half out of scanty costumes which would be all but lost in a modern washing machine. I have no objection to these cheap, sex-exploiting films from Hollywood: some of them are enjoyable entertainment and I not infrequently plunk down my 50 cents to escape for a couple of hours into a world of vicarious sin. But I strongly resent these films be ing palmed off as “good clean entertainment” when \ a foreign movie which treats love, sex and the human body as something more than objects to be made fun of must have its guts slashed out to appease people who seem to believe that the morals of the movie-going public are going to be ruined by such a film. “Why is it,” I wondered out loud to Mr. Smith, “that Europeans do not find such films objectionable, yet people in this country think they should be either chopped into mincemeat or barred from the theatres?” “Maybe," Mr. Smith said, “it’s because our morals are better in this country.” And then again, maybe it is just the opposite. * * * * THE MOST INTERESTING THING about the big student dispute now raging on the University campus is that the persons who have promoted the election to recall the co-editors of the Daily Tar Heel have no idea whom they want to run against the incumbents. The students who circulated the recall petition seem to think the effect of the petition will be to oust Ed Yoder and Louis Kraar from the editorship. Os course, it does no such thing. It forces them to stand re-election against anyone else who wishes to run. If no one else announces as a candidate, the co-editors remain in office uncontested. As Mr. Yoder and Mr. Kraar (and the newspapers of the state) have been quick to point out, the issue here is not directly concerned with an editorial policy for or against Big Time Sports; it involves whether the editors of the student publication should express their own convictions in their editorials or “reflect’? the opinion of the student body. It is impossible for them to do the latter, because they have no way of determining the majority senti ment of their constituents. At the same time, their editorial stands are interpreted (however wrongly) outside of Chapel Hill as the opinion of the student body. This may at times be unfortunate, but I see no remedy for it other than eliminating the editorials from the paper completely, which action I would be the last to propose. begged him to hang on. Finally, the vet said he'd better take ovei and Pico went to the animal hospital. For two weeks he fought bravely t - v.. i i.ei -did. It was 7a happy ending for us, although he didn’t seem the same dog as we drove him home. He was quiet anu sober ---something we couldn’t pic ture in Pico. But no sooner had he sniffed around, caught sight of old familiar places and things, than he became the same wild, long tailed whipper he had always been. He was quickly back in bed, snarling and snapping when you moved your feet under the blanket. He was the dog with the same sense of humor, ■ who'd run up behind you and butt the rear of your legs to knock you down, who loved to wrestle and would get up and run away whenever the tide of battle turned against him. In our home, things were hack to normal. It was like tnat for a couple of days while'we tried to fig ure out some way for a small budget to pay a sizable vet’s bill. Less than a week later we came home and expected our usual greeting from Pico. You braced yourself for the on slaught, for he was getting to be a hefty brute and his ft ll IB IsSS IgEfrt {|K j£gß Sg&r 5Hj m flft S |H IIOMK OF CHOICE CHARCOAL BROILED HICKORY SMOKED STEAKS—FLAMING SHISKEBAB—BUFFET EVERY SUNDAY Tuesday, January 31, 1956 long legs would reach your -shoulders. Hut Pico wasn’t there, nor did he come for his feeding and he answered no calls or his favorite whistle. The young sters in the neighborhood had played with him, but could offer no help. We searched nearly all night, we called everyone we knew, but Pico was gone. We took to the roads around town and jumped every time we saw a dog nearly like him. We ran ads in the papers, friends at a radio station broadcast descriptions, every one turned out to look. A small town is like that and we fol lowed lead after lead. For weeks the nightly chore was another search, but Pico had left our lives as quickly and uncere moniously as he had appeared. For months we never, gave up. The life and humor Seem ed to leave the house. Things were remarkably quiet and settled.- And the other night, 140 miles away from Pico’s home, you jumped when a red Irish setter darted in front of the car—remembering a wild, un ruly animal who pushed you out of bed. Education teaches a student good marksmanship before he takes aim at his goal in life.
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