Page Two The Chapel Hill Weekly Chapel Hill North Carolina IK E. Roawnary Telephone >-1271 or M6l Published Every Tuesday and Friday By The Chapel Hill Publishing Company, lne, Lons Graves Confnbutmc Editor Jor Jones ! Managing Edxterr Billv Arran: _ Associate Editor Obvtlle Campbe; Genera! Manager O T. Watkins .Advertising Director Charlton Campbell Mechanical Supt Enterec u sec-or-a-ei*s- matter Fecrusrv 2b IMS «i the porustiicf tl Chape ttiL. Norn. Carolina unde? the an of March 3 ls?» SUBSCRIPTION RATES It Orange County, Year 64.0© (6 month* 62.25, 2 months, 61.6©' Outside of Orange County by the Year: State of N C-, Va., and S. C _ A-50 Other States and List, of -Columbia —_ 6.00 Canada. Mexico, South America ._ 7.0 C Europe _ 7.6© A Chapel HillLan Conducts Chautauqua How a man car live hundreds of mile? away from his work and yet do it a? well a.- though he were in the same town with r.—this has become commonplace now, bu* tr me never ceases to be miraculous. After the discovery. of the wheel, back ii. remote ages, ther*. was prac tical::. m sjseeding-uj. of travel and com munication, except She little that v, a. achieved by military roads and mount ain-top signals, until steam began mov ing \ ehi< le not mud mort t har a cei - tury ago. When j>eopbs-Todt in cars pulied by a locomotive at fifteen miles an hour, about 1820, they were sure they would never go faster, and a good many of them thought moving at this rate of speed was a Kind of blasphemy. Kumon of < • r . v ir entibn telegraph, the tele;,hone the automobile, the airplane, the radio—were greeted with disbelief. People said such a thing was imjsr sibl«-. One of m. earliest memories is of the sensation cat. ed by the introduction io the 18f»0's of the safety bicycle, with two wheel.- nearly the same siz< arid then exactly th» Bame size, in succession to th» clumsy contraption (which tr,*- user- of it hadn't thought ciurn-y hut wonders iy effici‘-r;tj with a big wh* rforrn ance of “those crazy Wright brot'«-r-' at Kitty Hawk, the !:rst flight ol an airplane under it? own power, as though the locomotive, the telegraph, the tele phone, arid the radio had never been heard of. How a man could use the airplane to attend to work at different places in tiie same season, or to live a good part of the time at home when he was on a far distant assignment, was first impressed on me by the late Howard W. Odum, head ol the University's sociology department. He told rrn- that when he was at the University of Utah one summer he flew to institu tions’' in Oregon and Washington to deliver lectures, and that when he was a visiting professor at Vale hi flew home to Chapel Hill every two weeks to be with his family. Then there was Ove Jensen, th< chem ist-salesman for the DuPont Company, and Robert M. ly-ster of the Carnegie Corporation and the Carnegie J'ounda tion (now of the Southern Fellow-hips Fund), and many others who have been enabled by automobiles and airplanes to live in Uhapel JUll arid do their work far away. • The man I am thinking of at the moment is Ralph McCallist.-r, managing director of the Chautauqua institution in western New York Stab-. Through the fall, winter, and spring, He conducts in Chapel Hill the business of that cole brated summer community where fifty thousand people gather every year for rest, recreation, and cultural activities. For eight or nine months he carries on here an enormous corespondent* by mail, telegraph, and telephone; he makes occasional trips to Washington, New York, Boston, and other big cities to interview artists and their agents; and some of them come to see him here. Then, about the middle of June, he shifts his headquarters from < hapel Jiill to Chautauqua. One year he and his family were at the Farrar home on Laurel Hill road. This last year they were in an apart ment at Glen Lennox. Now they are getting ready to build a home. By a coincidence, after I had read one day last week a circular about Chautauqua that I had asked Mr. Mc- Callister to send me, I opened ‘The Wisdom of America” by Lin Yutang and came upon a passage quoted from one of the essays of William James. When I had read it 1 said to myself: "Any Chapel Hillian who has had en trusted tu him ar, institution spoken of in such words by as great a man a- William James certainly deserves to set. and his fellow citizens will surely be interested in seeing, these words in the home-town paper: "I have sftent a happy week at the famous Assembly Grounds or. the bor der.- of Chautauqua Lake. The'moment one treads that sacred enclosure, one feeis oneself in ar. atmosphere of suc cess, Sobriety arid industry, intelligence and goodness, orderliness and ideality, prosperity and cheerfulness, pervade the air. Here you have a town of many thousands of inhabitants, beautifully laid out ir. the forest and drained, and equipped for satisfying ai. the necessary lower arid most of the superfluous higher wants of mar.. You have a first class college in full blast. You have magnificent music—a chorus of seven hundred vioces, with possibly the most perfect open-air auditorium the world. You have every sort of atretic exer cise from .sailing, rowing, bicycling, to the ball-field and the more artificial doings which the gymna.-uurr affords.' You have kindergartens and model v secondary schools. You have- general religious services and special clubhouses for the several sects. You have perpet ually running soda-water fountains, and daily popular lecture by*distinguished men.* V- . hav< the be t - * company, and yet no effort. You have no zymotic diseases. no po •rt n crime no po lice. You have culture, you have kind ness, you have equality, you have the best fruits of what mankind has. fought and bled and striven for under thi name of civilization for centuries. You have, in short, a foretast* of what human so ciety might be, were it a., in the light, with no suffering and no dark corners.” "J went in curiosity for a day. i stayed for a week held sj»eil-bound by th« charm and ea.-e of everything, by the middle-class paradise, without a sin, without a victim, without a blot, without a tear." True, William James went on from there to remark ipon what he thought wa- the monotony of -life* at Chautau qua its lack of “the element of pre cipPousne- of strength and slrenuos ne.-s, of intensity and danger." Re counted it a defect in the place that “there was. no potentiality of death in sight anywhere. William James -tvas a great thinker and hi- comments on any object <0- erve- inspect. But, after all, he is on record as having enjoyed himself for a week at Chautauqua, and a week is a pretty good long time to enjoy oneself on a vacation anywhere. Most people who have gone to Chautau qua. having far less -ensitive- percep tion than William and far less capacity for philosophical re flection, are not troubled by such after thoughts as his. L.G. What helps luck is a habit of watch ing for opportunities, of having a pat ient, but restless mind, of sacrificing cm’s ease or vanity, of uniting a love of detail to foresight, and of passing throtfgh hard times bravely and cheer fully. -Goethe. Action by an ‘‘lntolerant Majority” Ity David l.awrcnn in (J. S. News and World Report The House of Representatives last week, by a vote of 225 to l’J2, recorded its view that, unless the Southern State.- abandon their con vict ions and surrender their principles, they should he punished by the witholding of fed eral funds for the erection of new schools and for other educational purposes in those ,States. Fortunately, this amendment to a general tSil) which was to provide federal aid to ed ucation was nullified later when the entire measure was rejected. Hut the vote on the is sue stands out as a disgraceful piece of at tempted coercion. For this was an effort to enforce conformity of thought in America. The whole bill, of course, threatened an invasion of the historic right of the States to control their own educational systems. It never was intended that billions of dollars of taxpayers’ money should be used to transfer control of our 48 separate educational opera tions from the States to a centralized bureauc racy in Washington. The Eisenhower Administration, to be sure, has publicly frowned upon the imposition of any conditions in connection with the grant of federal funds to aid the public schools of the States. The roll call nevertheless showed 14H Republicans and 77 Democrats from the North voting for the coercive amendment sponsored by Representative Powell, of New York City, This punitive proposal was a mockery of THE CHAPEL HILL WEEKLY Chuck Hauser Finds Hot Dogs in Oslo Chuck Hauser left the Week ly staff last month to go to Russia ind is now somewhere l>ehind the Iron Curtain. His plan was to see as much of the country as possible and to write article 1 - about it -for l". S. riew-paper? and maga zines. He sent back one art icle before h< reached Russia. With ar. fish Norway, date line, it appeared iast Tues day ir. the Charlotte Observ er and .;s as follows: There's something new under the midnight sun of Scandinav ia 1 can’t p.are the name, but the taste is familiar. It's a “varme polser,” and by any other label it would still be a hot dog, The Norwegians aren’t en thusiastic yet about American styie rol.s for their w.eners, but these are slowly gaining ir. popularity or. the thin, papy rus-like pancakes in which ioca; hot dogs are usually wrapped. Tbe varme polser stands are scattered ai. over this capi tal city as they are through out most of the large towns r. Norway arid other Scand inavian. countries: Tn* Amer. -ar .visitor to Oslo is impressed rn se by the sim iiantie oetweer 1 ’ Norway and home tr.an by toe differences. At lea-', that . our impres sion. Even the R.- .ans in Oslo are like the 1L .ans in Wash ington and New York—they're smiling tne.se days:, but tr.ey aren't going to .-.ell their Aunt Ulanova dowr. the river to help out ar. American. My traveling partner, Harry Farber, ar.o I are tbe first Nortn 1 arolinians—indeed, the first Amer.cans—to crash the Russian Embassy in Oslo re questing visa.- to enter the USSR. W< were questioned, not al together unreasonably, a- to why we- hadn't obtained our visa l before we left the State:-. W. ex;.-.a,Tied that we had waited more than two month-: then and decided v try a. quarterback . neak from a lit tle •-loser to the goa. line. The R, ran Embassy in western O o, at number 7} Drarr.mer.s ■ e-ien a tree.shad ed 'avenu* flanked by state.y budding.- and gorged witr, dan giro...-. traffic. The Embassy looks very much like a sturdy concrete olockhou.-.e, surround ed by beautiful gardens and a front lawn wrier, needs mow mg 'Jh.ji wa- re guard iri s.ght a we approached, and the b ack iron gate to the front walk symbolically stood open. 'A. walked to the front door and pressed the bell button Ar. ;.-/ wersn g buzz unlocked the door arc! w. entered to di. * over a bank teller-type cage to o ,r r ght, arid a poker faced Ru. -iar. behind it demanding to know our business. W< aid we wanted to see the < or. ul, Victor Raronkin. Ac wen invited to wail in the front ball under a massive oil portrait of Molotov. Jn a few rn nute-. Raronkin a well fed and pleasant look mg gentleman with graying I.air appeared, and we spent fully an nour conversing with hirn as, we stood under the brooding Molotov portrait. IF didn’t invite us into bis office; he didn’t suggest that we sit down; he didn’t pro vide us with the opportunity to -rnoke. And he didn’t offer to shake hands when he first greeted us. Hy the luin- we were reudy U> leave, he had warmed up a bit, and we each received a cordial goodbye handshake which he initiated. Two days iaU-r we were back at the Embassy. This time, after another short wait, Raronkin appeared and invited us into his offn < . When we entered, be careful ly locked tbe door behind us, shook hands, and sat down behind his desk. He motioned for us to have scats on an un comfortable red couch beneath another large Molotov por trait—-this one a color litho graph displaying an even dark cr frown. This second contact was much friendlier than our first, and Haronkin promised to see what he could do for us. Exactly a week and a half later we received our visas. We didn’t consider it a rush job, but, after all, we finally had permission to cross the border, and that was the important thing. In away we’ll hate to leave Oslo. Our hotel, the Viking, is a America’s boasted freedom of conscience and freedom of thought. What a tragic example of organized punish ment and organized bribery -and this in free America, where the States are supposed to be sovereign and where even a Communist is given his full right of appeal from the lowest to the highest courts! What new crimes will be committed in the fascinating international melt ing pot f r East and West. We have shared our floor with del egations if Russians, Red Chin ese and Yugoslavians. For a while we had a.- next door neig; rs a group of Rus sian athh tes who had come to Norway ’• participate in a series ■ f meets. The g: jp included Vladi mir kui the blond sailor, who once he.. tht world record for the 5,000-meter run—a record ca; tured a week or so ago by an Englishman who nosed out Kuc in the final strides of a run at Bergen, on Norway's west coast. Our favorite elevator operat or at the Viking is a swarthy Hungarian whe speaks perfect English, delights in startling us with homey American id ioms, anc ;s an avid reader of Damon P.unyon. "The only thing wrong with Damon Runuyon,” he remarked to me on a recent morning, “is that he didn’t write enough.' There are other things we'll miss wren we leave Oslo; the great r .rr.hers of local resi dent* w speak* English, the madden • g intersections where five < r x streets merge with out the f.rst hint of a traffit ■ igr.t or a stop sign, and, of course, tr.e familiar varme P'.-er - ands where a hungry Amer.'a- can eat lurch for a coup!, of crowns (14 cents i and wa r it down with a bottle of Lot a-' .a .that doesn't even need tr a • .atirig. Isaac London’s Vacation For tru f.rst time n al most f fry years I-aac Lon don. e ..tor of the Rocking ham !'■ t-Dispatch, was absent on his paper's pres- day iast week He explained his. ab sence a. follows .ri his weekly column "My --oiurr.n appears a us ual th, week hut I arn not in town. Dot th- up before hav ing. J started newspapering _,in forty -even years ago, and tr.-. 1- the first time I have ever seer absent when the paper wa.-. pur to bed. Neal, H jbbard, arc.. the other.- are Pre o r, ’.ting for me in the r ew- ' ove,age, other than rr.a’ r I i. .e a> cumulated and J ut n» ’ype against my leav ing. "Last l uiiday rr.y wife, her mother, who >2, and friend Dorothy Mos Raleigh left here jn the Dodge hound for St. A tini- Reach for the wick. Aorit fee natural not to per. orial.'y get the i'os.t Dis patch out, after 47 years. The wife in -: • ted, on ’he trip ’ A- a postscript to the above, Mr. London added "I am minded of th< erai k, 'lf you ‘ar. t get away for a vacation-, -d.or.'t Jet ,t worry you; you can get the same feel mg by staying home and tip pmg every third person you see.’ ’’ Motor Boat Menace fl he ( oast land 'lim,-sj Before we had automobiles, there were no people killed hy automobile - ’I here wre no recklejs, earele.-.- or drunken driver H there came a time when the fast growing number of both ear and drivers re suited jn slaughter so heavy, that an awakening public be gan tui demand ngulations and penalties m the hope of reducing the frightful cost of dfe and property on our high way ■ I rifortunately, enforce rne-rit has not kept uj, with the growth of losses and death we now Witness: Arid now that so many of the American people have turned to motor boating for sport, we face another such problem. An affluent American people en joy about everything it wishes, and one of these new enjoy ments is the motor boat in various sizes and prices, some costly and some built at home from a ready made kit. All sorts of people operate these boats, the reckless, the ignor ant, the careless, and too many who arc completely unskilled in the waters and their ways. The innocent person or fam ily bent upon the enjoyment of u quiet outing on the waters now become victims of the ill mannered, reckless, dangerous um-rator of a motor boat, who zooms by at high speed where others are peacefully anchored. Because of the great num ber of reckless boat operators, and the greater number of boats, R has now become vital ly essential that something be done for the safety of the pub- name of “liberalism” and “equal rights under YTie law”? What new extortions and demands will be made upon the minority by an intolerant ma jority which seeks to use the devices of leg islative “racketeering” to establish conformity of thought in the House of Representatives today ? Chapel Hill Chaff • (Continued from Page 1) time the dentist decided on an extraction. "It may be difficult," he said. “Do you think you can stand it?" "Yes, go ahead,” was the reply. "He had a terrible (.me get ting all the roots out,” my mother told me. "The stuff he put in my jaw didn't dead en all the nerves. It was a trying experience. When it was over I had to ask the dentist to let me lie down on his couch for a few minutes. I'd have fainted if I were the fainting kind.” My mother's five sons and one daughter were born and brought up in the same house in Berryville, Ya. Her mind dwells fondly on that house, but I believe her happiest mem ories are of the Carolina Inn here in Chapel Hill. During the World War II period she lived at the Inn, and there is no place she would rather be. Along with other elderly wo men at the Inn, she loved to sit in the lobby or one of the parlors listening to the bril liant and entertaining con versation of Judge Robert Winston, who also lived there at that time. Os that immediate group, my mother is the only one alive today. After she left Uhajfel Hill she used to send the various others her regards by me when 1 vi-ited her. Now they are a . gone and the , greeting- -r.e sends are for the Inn’s -’.aff members she knew and ..k<-d when she was there. Mr. Ridout on the front desk, Mr-. Neville the house keeper, Laura the chamber maid, Dottie the elevator g.r!,. and Be Ihoys Eilbert, Jesse, a r,d Ai. ia rn I think it wa- Victor Hugo who said that fifty is the old age of youth and the youth of old .lg* I’ll be fifty this year. A -gn of age 1 must r orife:- o is a keener inter est iri the past. In former year- J , a first lieutenant in ( its.haw's Battery of the . tonewalJ Brigade. Encouraged by my interest, .-he- read s.o'mi oi‘J family let ters to me and 1 v.u-, fa.-i iriat ed. One wa wntten a’ Roan -ke < ollege in il ill rn Va., .n JBbl. It wa farm he/ < ous.- - , (,eorge Riper, from whose family J got my middle name.’ ifi was wining home to Htauri - -n to tell his parents h< had a-eided to quit i hool and in the Confederate a/my Several of the letter- were written hy my father to his parents when he was a .stu cent at Hampden-Sydney Lol where he was graduated ■ IrA*) when my mother wa. four year -old unit didn’t know, hi existed. A letter written in 1857 in M -our/ by my father .- great nn' ii- advised my grandparents b.a< k iri Virginia to < ome there arid settle, H<- said the land was: good hot that some of the people -vere mean. A letter filled with hope was, written in April of )B',i at a bivouac near Orange Courthouse, Va., hy EC. John Jtemstead, L t .S.A , to Mr. and Mrs. James Riper of ,Staunton to ask permission to marry their daughter Florrie. A letter that Oeorge B. < ut tun of Chapel Hill might he interested in was written iri 18)0 in Rhlladr Iphia. It was, from Lewis Mytinger to his father in Virginia. When my mother was- here Mr. Cutten told her of a hook lie was wining about, old American silversmiths, and my mother showed hirn a silver spoon made hy one of her relatives, James Mytinger, who was a silver lie. This recklessness on the water is keeping many people ashore and away from the en joyment of boating. No man wishes to take himself, his wife, and his children out for a little quiet fishing at the risk of their being drowned as the result of the capers of some reckless and foolish squirt in another boat. Vanilla is America’s favorite ice cream flavor. Chocolate is the second choice and straw berry ranks third. ■ - = f Like Chapel Hill jjjjjjj Norman Cordon came down from the highlands last week, a-toting some advance information about a meet ing of all the Scotch clans at Mcßae Meadows near Grandfather Mountain in August. He was exuberant about all the big Scots from all over, the brass and the bagpipe bands, the dancers, the preachers, and the athletes who would be there. * We asked him how he happened to figure in the event. “I’m Publicity Man Hugh Morton’s publicity snapped Norman. “Already up there they’re calling me Mac Cordon.” * * * * The big voiced and big footed Norman told, too, what he and I both considered some choice language. He had heard it up Watauga way, coming from a native and relating to one of the old-timers. “He’s not getting along to well, now,” Norman quoted the native as saying of another. “He’s 80 years old, you know, and he’s run himself down so far there ain't a key made that could wind him up again.” * * * * You can't tell the Arthurs we can’t grow vegetables. Right at the foot of our drive is a stalk of corn, grow ing as pretty as you please. We didn’t plant it or tend it. Either a seed washed down there or a bird dropped it after having taken it from the Doaks’ or the Har grove-’. But it’s on our property, and it’s our’n, by gum. * * ♦ * “1 wish Harvey Bennett were smiling today,” said Tom Rosemond the other morning as he espied HarvCy on the other side of the street. “Why?” we asked. % “Well, because if he were smiling, I’d know the money market was easy today and I coud borrow just about any amount I wanted from Tony Gobbel. You se< , Harvey keeps up with things like that. Everytime the money market is easy, he smiles. When things get tight, he won’t smile at all,” Tom observed. . "Is Harvey any kin to John Bennett?” someone asked. “No, sir,” Tom replied. "Different families. Johri came from down in Carteret County. He’s tried mighty hard to lose that but he hasn’t quite got rid of it yet. Now, Billy Arthur, don’t you go putting this in the paper.” Okay, I won t, 1 lied with a straight face and no conscience. ( '<)rn ♦ * ♦ * While some people are glad to find books in run ning brooks, others prefer trout. * * * * W hat makes a girl mad when she’s kissed is hav ing to act as if she’s mad. smith in Wa’rrenton, Va., be fore the Civil War, Mr. Cutten went to Warrenton, dug through old records, arid found out a lot more about James Mytinger than we ever knew. One thing he learned was that Mytinpei failed at several Other things before succeed ing as a silversmith. A strong phase of my moth er’s character is her ability to shed the years when she is doing something she enjoys. On a hot summer evening she may seem completely wilted, hut open up a scrabble hoard and she sparkles with vivacity. Some of her friends come in to play scrabble with her almost every day. They keep return ing, though she often heats them unmercifully. 1 believe scrabble has helped keep her going.. Before scrabble it was canasta. My mother is interested in everything arid everybody with whom she comes in contact. She has always loved to travel, and she would take off for Ihule or Xanadu tomorrow if anybody would go with her. Several years ago when she was flying from Virginia to Albany her plane was ground ed at Atlanta hy a tornado and she had to make the rest of the trip on a slow Central of Georgia train. She arrived un fazed in the middle of the night and said she had enjoyed the experience. One of my earliest memories is of my «, c iit b itg§ i'ii yy i 9 ,"‘ u m j Tuesday, July 17, 1955 mother returning from visits to relatives at Waynesboro Or Staunton or some other place up the Shenandoah Valley. She always rathe home on a train that reached Berryville an hour m so after suppertime. My sis ter would fix bacon and eggs and hot biscuits, and while my A mother had supper the rest of us gathered around to hear her tell all about her trip and the people she had visited. Every week, without fail, my mother sends me a lively letter, written in her own longhand. In it she discusses the affairs of the world as well as of the family. Just last week she wrote: “I’|| be glad when the presidential e leetion is over. J only hope the right man will la- elected, and I think prob ably that is Eisenhower." I am immod estly proud of my mother, who is shown here at 211 in a picture tak en when her first baby was two years old and at 85 in a picture tak en by one of her man 1 / grandchildrer pz 1