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nnb ?he jJHarunitm Published every Thursday by the FrankHn Press At Franklin, North Carolina VOL. LXIII Number thirty -?even WEIMAR JONES Editor-Publisher ^BanbCtrUina^A Entered at the Post Office, Franklin, N. C., as second class matter Telephone No. 24 SUBSCRIPTION RATES: One Year ... $2.00 Six Months $1.2a .75 06 Three Months Single Copy Obituary notices, cards of thanks, tributes of respect, by in dividuals, lodges, churches, organizations or societies, will be re garded as advertising and inserted at regular classified advertis ing rates. Such notices will be marked "adv." In compliance with the postal requirements. * Public Spirit At Work \X/F here in Macon County sometimes have been called phlegmatic. That is because we, in common with people throughout the whole moun tain regit n, usually are a bit slow in getting arous ed. But once we become interested in something, we are anything but phlegmatic. That is particularly true of a public cause. And whenever people here set out to do something about a public need, they show a public spirit and a gen erosity perhaps unequaled anywhere. The latest illustration of that trait is the move ment to build an A-l athletic field on the grounds of the Franklin school. That need has existed a long time, and little or nothing happened; but recently a few men here decided something needed to be done about it ? and things happened wit'h amazing ease. kepresentatives of four civic organizations ? busy men who had no hope of personal gain ? got togeth er, made a long-time plan, and decided the first part of the task was to build permanent seats. The plan met with immediate general approval. One person after another volunteered to donate material or equipment. And the V. F. W., with complete faith in this community, offered to lend $500 from its treas ury so that work could start without delay. The whole project can't be completed in a day, of course. Furthermore, it will require money contribu tions from the general public, even to do the imme diate job of building seats. In the old days, interest ed j>ersons would have given a day's work each. That isn't too practical today, so those who wish to help are asked to give the money equivalent of a day's work ? $5. To anyone who knows this com munity, it goes almost without saying that such contributions will be forthcoming promptly and in considerable number. Roosevelt And Peace In the vast quantity o? material that has been published about him during the slightly more than three years since Franklin Roosevelt died, a remark able proportion has been of a debunking nature ? much of it by former associates and aides. The latest in this line of debunkers is William C. Bullitt, American ambassador under Roosevelt to Russia and France. He is writing a series of articles for Life magazine on "... how we (meaning Roose velt) lost the peace". Any one who even attempts to be impartial must concede that Roosevelt was quite hyman, that he wasn't always great, and that he made many and serious mistakes. How the most prejudiced Roose velt hater, however, could find Mr. Bullitt's accu sations credible it is difficult to understand; for Bullitt gays in substance that Roosevelt lacked not only character, but brains. * * * ; Roosevelt lost the peace, Bullit says, because he approached Stalin as one human being would ap proach another; as a person with some instincts of fair play, mutual aid, and decencyj as one who would respond to honesty, confidence, and gener osity. Roosevelt, Bullitt says, gambled that this would work ? and lost. But is it a gamble to do something when there is no real alternative? For thousands of years the old fashioned diplom acy, based upon selfishness, distrust, and chicanery, has been tried, and has dismally failed; we have re lied upon force, as expressed in the theory of the balance of power, and the balance of power never yet has produced peace ? it has produced, at its best, an armed truce that broke down the instant the delicate balance was disturbed. Perhaps Roosevelt was, as Bullitt says, complete ly wrong in assuming that it was possible to treat Stalin with hoiWty, confidence, and generosity ? the situation today, in fact, seems to prove it. But the only basis of enduring .peace is understanding and good will ; and to reach an understanding with Stalin, in a spirit of good will, was the sole hope of genuine peace. Roosevelt was great enough to recognize that fact, and to take the chance that he might fail. He gambled, yes ; but he gambled in the certain knowl edge that failure was sure If he didn't tftkf the chance. ' * ? ? Because he inspired such deep-seated hates, Roosevelt no doubt will continue to be traduced for years to come, just as Lincoln was. (And, ultimate ly, the real Roosevelt probably will be covered over with a layer of hero worship, as Lincoln is today.) But when the last debunker has had the last wora, these Roosevelt achievements, am<3ng others, will remain : In a time when both the economy and the morale of the country had collapsed, he rekindled the American people's faith in themselves and in their national future; and he saved- ? for the "economic royalists" and the rest of us? the American system of free enterprise. He created among Americans a social conscious ness that has brought to the average man a share of the fruits of his labor and an economic security undreamed bf before 1932. He gave the ordinary citizen of this nation a po litical awareness ? a sense of ownership of, and re sponsibility for. his government-1- that had never before existed. And he led this country? led it. in a military way, in a sense true of no other President ? to victory in World War 2. Whether he. like Woo tiro w Wilson, gave his life in vain that there might be peace among the nations of the earth remains to be seen. But peace, when it comes, will come along the road down which Wilson and Roosevelt led the way. LETTERS LI K ICS LETTER Editor, Franklin Press: My wife sent me a recent clipping of a letter to The Press from my old friend, James Shields, concerning things in Nan tahala. All true, very true, and thank you, Jim, for going to the bat. You sure knocked a home run. Keep right on talking, Jim, for the people talked in our recent primaries and will keep on talking until conditions are remedied. Yours, Hood River, Oregon, WEIMER COCHRAN. Aug. 29, 1948. MEMORIAL TO MEMBERS OF BAR (EDITOR'S NOTE: T. B. Higdon. of Atlanta, formerly of Franklin, recently presented Macon County with a new superior court judge's chair, and he was thanked for the gift in a resolution adopted by members of the local bar at the August term of rsurt A cop* >f; the re ?!??' m, which wag signed by Judge George B. Patton, presiding, was sent Mr. Higdon, and below are excerpts from his letter of acknowledgment and appreciation). I would like to have this gift thought of as a sort of me morial to these members of the Macon County Bar who were I practicing in Its courts when I opened my office at Franklin ( in 1906. It was one of the strongest bars in the state, and was so recognized. Although Judge George A. Jones, our first su perior court Judge, had passed on and Hon. Kope Klias, my grandfather's attorney, had retired from' the practice to Gov ernor's Island, there were still left, as I recall, about a dozen active practitioners in the county when I was admitted to the bar. To name th'em alphabetically, there was Frank Benbow, one of the most popular and likable lawyers in the state; Wint Horn, one of the most resourceful and successful r~Fred Johns ton, one of Franklin's most beloved citizens and the one with the widest circle nf friends, with the possible exception of Dr. Harley Lyle; Tom Johnston, a thorough student of the law and later to become the second superior court judge from this bar; Lyle Jones, then a partner of Fred Johnston and now a dis tinguished member of the Asheville Bar; Sam Kelly, who combined business with law and whose untimely end cut short a brilliant promise in both; John Mann, who had the natural qualifications of becoming one of the most outstanding lawyers the state has ever produced; Frank Ray, then ,in his prime, and the ablest Jury lawyer I have ever seen in action, bar ?none; Henry Robertson, then a partner of Frank Benbow. learned in the law and active In fraternal circles, now retired and living at Highlands; and Dean Sisk, hard working and capable and efficient, at that time a partner of Frank Ray. Also there was at least one attorney, Henry Stewart, practic ing at Highlands. Lyle Jones and I are thte only members of that old bar who are now in the practice and, with Henry Robertson, its only survivors. And that sort of explains why I would like the gift to be considered as a kind of memorial to those old lawyers of the Macon Bar with whom I practiced for a short while. They have been succeeded by a new bar made up of some of the finest fellows that ever followed the profession, all of whom I feel proud and honored to know as friends. It is to them and Macon County the gift is made as a slight token of my affec tion for both. POETRY CORNER * Conducted by EDITH DEADERICK ERSKINE Weavervllle, N. C. Spohtored by A flic-, ille Branch, S'ationol League of American Pen Women WHO KNOWS? Is beauty .a long-remembered kiss. A far white wing to the sun, A lost bird-song we come to miss Before the day is done? LENA MEARLE SHULL. Asheville, N. C. i ' LIGHTS ON OLD BROWN MOUNTAIN (Strange lights are often seen on Brown Mountain, near Morganton. The phenomenon repeatedly has been investi gated by scientists, but no satisfactory explanation has ever been found.) Clurlcaunes and Irish faeries, Loving mist and haunted woodland. How they came to this far country Is their secret, but they did come, Hiding In the cracks and crannies, Sailing on the ships from Eire. When they peeked at tall skyscrapers, Towering, dazzling In the sunshine, They were terrified and fled them, Seeking forests dim and mlity, In the mountains of the Blue Ridge, < In the Carolina country. So they came to did Brown Mountain, Where the Wu* haw drifts through the wotxllMtf. I There the Cluricatinea found holly, Oentle trees, and dear to (aerie*. Under bough of holly brush-wood, Guarded by enchanted toad-stools, Scampering teat will dance till daybreak, Weaving patterns in the moonlight On the laery ring of greensward. Nights when stars prick holes In heaven, Cluricaunes trudge up Brown Mountain, Every elf with a bobbing lantern. Through the haze the lights glow yellow, Bright balloons bob up and upward, Up and up they float and vanish, Veiled in mist, ascending, floating, In the darkness, disappearing. FRANCES 8TRAWN LIVINGSTON. Asheville, N. C. ? Others' Opinions ? FROM MACON TO MANHATTAN Yesterday I was in Macon County, N. C., the day before 6,642 feet high on Clingman's Dome, atop the Great Smokies. Today I'm just four stories up from Madison avenue, smack in tne center of the midtown smog and clammy heat. It's a jolting contrast. Great-grandfather built his house on Main street in Frank lin, next to the courthouse. That is my nome now. I work in New York 49 weeks of the year, but tor good behavior I get three weeks off in the summer to go home. It was chilly m tne old lour-poster bed the night before I left, and the lavender scented patchwork quilt ielt good. In the morning before I left to drive to Asheville I pulied a bunch of grapes from tne latticework that runs up two stories across tne uont. We can sit on our porch and eat grapes without moving from rocker or swing. ? ? ? , Mist was rising off the mountains as we drove through the Cullasaja valley. On the jar side of the pastures and corniields nestles a little white church. Friendly green mountains stand back of it protectively. Farther on the Cullasaja Falls spill white through their rocky gorge. At one point the road goes under the famous Bridal Veil tails, a signt tnat causes tourists to unstrap their cameras. Curving and twisting, the road runs through Highlands ("highest town East oi the Rockies),, afid to Cashiers, where Waae Hampton's bull Cassius was caught in the underbrush and so gave his name in corrupted iorm to the little settle ment. Aiways each twist of the highway reveals new beauty in a thousand ditferent shapes. Eye and nose are constantly de lighted by lorest and mountain, woodland tang and cool green depths. Then Asheville and the start back from kindly leaves and ferny undergrowth to the brick, concrete and steei of so-cailed civilization. From Baltimore to New York the tracks run through some of the ugliest sights on this globe. Sprawling lactones belching smoke and spewing out waste liquids that make slime pools. Mounds of slag, junked cars, rusting iron, ttows ot houses, all alike in dreary unimaginativeness, the landscape. Pennsylvania Station. Taxi? This way! Where to, Mac? Okay. Whynacha look where you're going, ya dope. These truck driv ers think the're cowooys. Yeah, traific gets worse alia tune. Jeeze, it's hot. Co-me on, come on, ya dumb cop. You just back from vacation? Mister, you're lucky to get away from tms town inna summer. Thank's, here's your bag ? ? * Four stories below my window a pneumatic drill is digging up Madison avenue. Forty cursing drivers are honking at a stalled car. The heat is a thick blanked dipped in dirty dish water and wrapped around me. Right now, so far as I'm con cerned, they can give Manhattan back to the Indians. I have those Post- Vacation Blues.-James R. Daniels in Raleigh News and Observer. MAN, MACHINES, AN>D HOURS Productivity per man-hour? or lack of productivity per man hour? is the greatest problem facing industry. Some may say that working hours are too few. This would be only a minor problem, and perhaps no problem at all, if the post-war work ers in general were as productive as were pre-war woritcu -i general. - Motor-car speedometers have gauges to register, 190, 110 or 120 miles per hour. Railway trains go faster than before but sit longer in stations. The airplane can travel faster than sound. In every' industry using machinery, new devices enable that machinery to produce more goods and better goods. Man is learning to run faster, swim faster, jump higher and broader, and skiing on gentle slopes"" is passe. In the realnt of sport and recreation there is keen competition to do more, do It oftener and do it better. In the matter of work? and work alone? tnan wants to do less per hour on a 40-hour week than he did per hour on a 48-hour week, 56-hour week, or go back half-a-century, 60-hour week. It isn't as if the work took more out Of the worker, either mentally or physically. Every new machine is designed to reduce fatigue. Industry now seldom requires muscle. Most plants even have ingenious hoists, trucks and conveyors to move the stuff ,>-<< about. Today anyone with reasonably well-cordlnated finger tips can do any job, Including moving mountains. There can be nothing but praise for those groups of workers who are doing their share out of pride of crafsmanship and of loyalty. But there are groups of younger and supposedly more vigorous employes whose failure to produce in the fewer hours they are supposed to work brings down1 the average for a plant, adds, unnecessarily to costs, and contributes to the high prices of which they are ever prone to complain. Fewer hours per worker must be accompanied by more hours per machine. Machines are constantly becoming more intricate and costly. They must be worked more hours If interest and depreciation and obsolescence and house-room are not to make them too costly an Investment. The worker must learn, also, that he must not use all his energy In his recreation and leave nothing over for his job, and thus be like the man who played 36 holes of golf every week-end and was always so exhausted that his wife had reg ularly to push the lawn mower, < Still fewer hours are possible, but only If man learns to In crease his productivity by getting more per hour out of the machine? Toronto (Canada) Printed Word. LEGAL ADVERTISING IN THE SUPERIOR COURT NOTICE OF PUBLICATION OF SUMMONS MORTH CAROLINA >lACON COUNTY ?"LORA ELLIS VS. lOHN ELUS The defendant, John Ellis, xrlll take notice that an action entitled as above has been com nenced In the Superior Court of Macon County for the pur pose of securing an absolute di vorce for the plaintiff, Flora tills, Said defendant will further take notice that he li required to appear at the office of the Olerk of Superior Court of Ma ion County, North Carolina, at Lh? courthouse in Franklin, North Carolina, on the lBth iiy Ot September, 1M and to answer or demur to the com plaint In said action, or the plaintiff will apply to the Court for the relief demanded In the complaint. This 13th day of August, 1948. J. CLINTON BROOKSHIRE, Clerk Superior Court. A19? 4tcJJ ? SB ADMINISTRATOR'S NOTICE Having qualified a* adminis trator C. T. A. of T. B. Crunkle ton, deceased, late of Macon County, N. C., this is to notify all persons having claims against the estate Of said deceased to exhibit them to the undersign ed on or before the 13 day of August, 1948 or this notice will ? be plead in bar of their recov ery. All pereona Indebted to f laid estate will pleaee make im mediate settlement, Thli 18 day of August, 1048, CARL CRUNKLWON, Administrator, 0. T, A. Al8-4tp? Ml a
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