Wednesday, October 2, 1963
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| —Looking Back—
From the Weekly’s files:
IN 1923
The Deacons of the Carrboro
Baptist Church counterattacked
the Weekly in the Swimming
Women Affair.
The week before three Carr
boro women had been put out of
the Carrboro Church by the pas
tor for swimming in a swimming
pool in company with men.
The Deacons of the Church
wrote a letter to the Weekly
threatening suit for libel; request
ing that a retraction be printed;
expressing its “very deep and
humiliating regret for the humili
ation which you have wilfully and
purposely brought upon us”; and
pointing out that they were “mu
tual in our battle against sin,”
rendering unto the pastor their
“utmost confidence, support, and
love.”
The Weekly wasn’t having any.
In a published reply it claimed
that all important particulars
the article published last week”
were correct; that subplots in
the Swimming Women Affair ap
pearing subsequent to publica
tion of the article did not alter
the fact that the pastor had con
sidered mixed swimming grounds
for expulsion from the church;
and that as for wilful humiliation,
Phelps’ Plays
At Allied Arts
Two short plays by Jon Phelps,
graduate student at UNC and
Dui ham Herald staff writer,
will be presented by the Durham
Theatre Guild at Allied Arts in
Durham h riday and Saturday
nights at 8:30.
The first of the two plays,
“Old Lady Who Lived,” was
presented originally at The Caro
lina Playmakers Theatre in Au
gust under the title “Ten Cars
'Before Hope.” The second play,
“Catch Fire,” was written un
der the auspices of the Depart
ment of Drama at UNC.
"Old Lady Who Lived” is the
story of an old woman who tries
to regain her life and her fam
ily from the confines of a rest
home, where she has been forced
to live in loneliness. The original
cast from the Carolina Play
makers production are repeating
their performances. Myra Lau
terer, Mary Kyle Watson, John
Ninch, and Kathy Mintz, all’of
Chapel Hill, compose the cast,
and the director is Blair Beasley
of Pittsboro.
The second play, “Catch
Fire,” deals' with the effect on
a Negro family of the arrest of
their da uniter in a sit-in demon
stration. The cast from North
Carolina College includes Helen
Reed Monroe, Harold Foster,
and Doris George. Kathy Noyes
of Durham is the director of
this play.
Persons from the Durham The
atre Guild assisting with the pro
duction are Jim Zellner, Buck
Roberts, Ed Kencstrick, Ann
Rogers, and Bradford Guise.
There is no charge for admis
sion.
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the editor bore nobody any ill
will anyway, having only "pub
lished a report of happenings that
unquestionably constituted news.
The thing is getting stale now
and ithe editor) is disposed to
drop it—unless there occurs, in
connection with the episode,
something else of sufficient in
terest to require publication ..
And that ended that.
IN 1933 -
When J. Penrose Harland, the
archaeologist, goes between his
home on the Pittsboro Road and
his classroom in Murphey Hall,
he follows a trail through the
woods that border Kenan Sta
dium.
“As he walked along this trail
one morning last week, pondering
deeply upon the recent develop
ments in the excavation of the
temples of ancient Crete —or
maybe it was the latest bit of
exciting gossip about the goings
on in the palace of the Assyrian
King, Shalmaneser the First, of
1900 BC—he was brought sudden
ly back to the reality of the
moment by the sight of an un
familiar object directly in his
path.”
It was a copperhead. “The
Professor had in his hand a stout
hickory stick. His custom is to
carry it only during the first
stage of his journey from home
to campus; he hides it in a clump
of weeds and grass on the west
side of the (Bell Tower) lawn
and picks it up on the way back
home.”
Dr. Harland killed the snake.
A few steps further on he thought
he saw a second snake (it was a
root), stepped back, turned his
ankle, and spent the next five
days in bed with a bad sprain.
IN 1943
At the movies: “RAVAGED
EARTH See How tfie Japs
Fight! It Will Make You Fight
ing Mad! ... The Censor Could
Not Pass It In Normal Times! ...
Children Not Admitted.”
IN 1953
Another Bypass Is Suggested
Some people who are concern
ed about the danger to children
who have to cross highway 54
at Glen Lennox on their way to
and from the new Glenwood
School are interested in the sug
gestion that a new bypass be
built to divert a large part of
the dangerous traffic.
“Such a bypass would start at
Highway 54 at the turn at Best’s
filling station, just over the Or
ange-Durham line in Durham
County, and go west, crossing the
Mason Farm, to a junction with
the Pittsboro highway near Mor
gain’s Creek.
“This is merely a tentative
suggestion. So far as is known
it has not been submitted to the
State Highway Commission. It
is in the talk stage’ and may or
may not get beyond that. . .
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BILLY ARTHUR
Maybe the reason I’ve been
recalling my first childhood of
late is because I’m finally reach
ing my second. I’m swapping
my natural teeth for a denture.
I remember my elementary
school days when I almost drove
public health nurses nuts.
It all started with a sore throat
and mother prescribing a morn
ing gargle of warm salt water.
That happened to be the day
we kids were lined up for ex
amination, and one of the nurses
poked a piece of lumber down
my throat and murmured, "White
patches, diphtheria. Go home.”
Mother didn’t believe I had
diphtheria. Neither did the fam
ily doctor. But the health de
partment decorated the house
with a yellow quarantine sign
and said I had to have an anti
toxin. I got it and it nearly kill
ed me, because I didn’t have the
disease.
One other time the nurses
measured and weighed us. I
stood three feet tall (just like I
do today) and weighed about 50
pounds, and the nurses, after
looking at her little printed sheet,
hung around my neck a red card
that announced I was 25 pounds
overweight for my size.
From then on I delighted be
ing rough on public school nurses.
Whenever they’d come in the
classroom and ask who drank a
pint of healthy milk a day to
hold up their hands, I’d keep
mine down. But when they want
ed to know who drank nasty old
coffee, I’d stand up in my seat,
wave my hand and tell them
how much I weighed.
They’d say children should nev
er, never drink coffee. And I’d
say, “My grandmother Eudy
raised 13 children in Cabarrus
County, and the first solid food
they ever got was soakie bread.
And I still have soakie bread
every morning.” Soakie bread
I had, too, until I got old enough
to feel it wasn’t gentlemanly to
dip my biscuit in the coffee.
Other vivid recollections in
clude playing train. The porches
of my aunts’ and uncles’ farm
houses ran three-fourths of the
way around the house. When it
rained, the chairs were turned
upside down. That was the cue
for us kids to line them in a
row and play train, sliding them
up and down the porch,sidetrack
ing and shifting them. When
there were no kids around my
Community Church
Picnic On Sunday
Sunday at 4 p.m. the Commun
ity Church of Chapel Hill will
, hold a picnic with international
students and faculty members
as guests.
Everyone is cordially invited
to come.
Bring a main dish and salad
or dessert, enough for your own
family and some guests. In case
of rain the picnic will be held
in the church.
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vanity blossomed, because I was
conductor, brakeman, engineer,
and fireman, and the train moved
with less hitches than it did
when I had what I considered
poor help.
I always wanted to grow up and
be a railroad man.
In Charlotte a friend of the
family, Captain Laird, was a
Southern Railway conductor. You
never saw a prouder person than
I when I could wear his vest and
carry his ticket punch.
There was Jim Harding, a
freight conductor who lived
across the street. I raised a fuss
when I couldn’t tote his lantern
and play like I was reading his
old orders.
Then, too, I had a distant rela
tive who was a railroad tele
grapher and who gave me a
practice sending and receiving
set that Dad put batteries to.
And Uncle Fred Sanders, who
was baggage master between
Charlotte and Washington, gave
me an old baggage master’s cap
—the kind with the long stiff bill.
With the cap, telegraph set,
hat checks and order blanks my
conductor friends gave me, I set
up a one-man railroad system
on the front yard and on the
sidewalk, and regimented the
neighborhood kids into operating
Southern Railroad fast mail train
No. 37, southbound, No. 36,
northbound, and local freight No.
8 between Charlotte and Grover,
S. C.
Age and an anti-noise ordin
ance, the latter inflicted by our
parents, broke the railroad. By
that stroke the nation’s railroad
industry lost the most potential,
efficient and able executive in its
history. I began writing a col
umn.
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Sacred Concert
At St. Philip’s
Faure’s Requiem, Opus 48,
will be the featured work at a
sacred concert to be held Sun
day, October 13, at 8 p.m. at St.
Philip’s Church on East Main
Street in Durham.
Soloists will be Afrika Hayes,
soprano, and Janis Klavins, bari
tone, with the combined choirs
of Ashbury Methodist Church of
Durham, and St. Philip’s. Or
ganist will be William Johnston.
David Pizarro will conduct.
Miss Hayes, formerly an in
structor in voice at North Caro
lina College, is presently sing
ing with Brooklyn Heights Op
era Association in New York.
Dr. Klavins, already known to
Durham audiences, recently sang
a brilliant recital in Chapel Hill,
in which he did—the complete
Schubert Song Cycle, "Die
schoene Muellerin”.
Mr. Pizarro has just returned
from an extended recital tour
of Europe, where he played or
gan recitals chiefly in East and
West Germany and made taped
programs for the State Radio in
Hanover and for Radio Free
Berlin. He became a Fellow of
Trinity College of Music in July.
This concert is the first in a
series. The second, in Novem
ber, will include the Choir of
St. Augustine’s College, Raleigh.
The third, with Susan Rose and
Janis Klavins as soloists, will in
clude a performance, with or
chestra, of Bach’s Cantata 140,
“Wachet euff, rust uns die
Stimme.”
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Perhaps nothing before or
since its discovery has had such
a profound influence over the
well-being and upon the mind
of mankind as the advent of the
wonder drugs.
And especially dramatic, it
would seem, has been the effect
of these drugs over the lives of
children, though they do not
realize this, which is just as
well. For nothing horrifies man
so quickly or completely as the
serious illness of his young.
This great boon to modern
children was impressed upon me
only the other day when a waiter
at the Porthole Restaurant, Sim
“Big Daddy” Bynum, casually
told me that his little boy had
been sick. Thinking that perhaps
the youngster was down with a
bad cold or some other of the
mild afflictions which inconven
ience nowadays youngsters, I
asked what his boy's trouble was.
"Pneumonia," said Sim, more
or less casually. “He’ll probably
have to be in bed for two or
three days.”
Two or three days, indeed! To
me, and to everyone else who
ever had pneumonia before the
wonder drugs, the very word
strikes a terrifying chord on the
memory. In my childhood days
pneumonia was a wide-eyed word
which had the smell of death
right beside it in ready paren
theses.
And here was a father who,
because of the wonder drugs,
needed only the ordinary con
cern of a parent over an indis
posed child, although the young
ster had pneumonia!
As I looked out the window
across the parking lot to the
University Methodist Church
building the amazing contract
between the times before and
after the practical application
of the wonder drugs to the dis
eases of the bronchi was brought
vividly to mind.
It was in the winter of 1919 and
our family was living in the old
Barbee house which stood in
place of the Methodist Church
building. Only the year before,
in the dread winter of 1918, had
•occurred the great influenza epi
demic when many here, as all
over the United States, had been
afflicted, great numbers of
them fatally, including the then
president of the University, Ed
ward Kidder Graham.
Each room of that high-eeiling
ed, leaky old house was heated
either by a stove sitting out in
front of a partitioned-off fire
place, or a fireplace itself. The
bathroom door led off the back
porch, and contained the only
cold water tap except for the
one in the kitchen sink. Water
was heated from coils of pipe
WTapped around the firebox of
a coal burning cooking range.
My older brother, Fred, came
down first, with flu, later de
veloping into bronchial pneu
monia. Then Dad was stricken,
also with flu, and both he and
Fred became desperately sick.
The three practicing doctors
of the Town were so busy with
other flu and pneumonia cases
that only rarely could their serv
ices be had, and then only for
a few minutes. Both of Mother’s
patients became dangerously
highfevered, and both, from time
to time, were delirious.
Mother, a great believer of
forcing the fever to break, fin
ally accomplished this by mas
saging the chests of both with
Vick’s and then wrapping them
in several blankets until they
broke out in profuse sweating.
This did the trick. Ard before
long both Dad and Fred were
on the way to recovery. But
it was a long, tedious time before
either of them was on his feet.
And if you've ever recovered
from a case of pre-wonder drug
flu or pneumonia, as have I,
you'll know just how slow that
recovery is and for how many
months afterward you were
weakened by your illness. And
you’ll also understand my con
tinued fright upon hearing that
anybody has pneumonia, despite
the almost specific effect upon
the disease of the wonder drugs.
A child si±>jected to such a
greet struggle for life as that
one in the old Barbee house back
in 1919, is not likely to forget
it or to lose respect for the
seriousness of the disease, or to
fail to appreciate to the fullest
the God-sent wonder drugs which
have all but disassociated hor
ror with the once dread word
“pneumonia.”
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