Pac;e Two
THE PILOT, Southern Pines and Aberdeen, NV>rth Carolina
Friday, September H, 1936
THE PILOT
Published each Friday by
THE PILOT, Incorporated,
Southern Pine«, N. C.
NELSON C. HYDE
Editor
FRANCES FOLLEY
Advertising Manager
DAN S. RAY
Circulation Manager
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CARO^GRAPHICS by
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Entered at the Postoffice at South.
Pines, N. C., as second.class mail
ocvatter.
HOME COMING
AT BETHESDA
It is in a changing world that
we once again pay homage to the
time honored home-coming at
old Bethesda. A far cry in time,
but not custom, from the days
of the Rev. James Campbell, and
the Rev. Colin Lindsay journey
ing from Longstreet to greet a
congregation small in number,
but great in faith, meeting un
der a cedar bower in the vale at
the head of the Rockfish soon
known from its devotional usage
as Solemn Grove.
From these gatherings, gain
ing in numbers as the Sandhills
grew m population, sprang a
congregation that years later
built a church of logs, located
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GR Airsrs OF" SAND
Within the last two years a num
ber of lookout towers have been com
pleted and turned over to the State.
These towers aid materially in the
detection of forest fires. Situated on
high knolls they rear up in the air
from sixty to eighty feet in height
of the entire country side in which
they are located. With country fire
I wardens and deputies active the dan
gers and damage of fire has been
greatly lessoned in the last few years.
j life we have watched engines botli
I big and little, hoping some day to
I slip up on some careless engineer who
I failed to match up his coal car with
. the identical numbers on his engine,
i Are they so infallible that we can’t
ever hope to find an engine marked
425 pulling coaJ car with 211 on its
side? Don’t they ever make a mis
take ? >
The American Kennel club has reg
istered almost a million pure bred
animals in their stud book. Some of
those classy animals are Sandhills
residents, ft may give you a jolt to
I know many of them look back thro-
! ugh a greater number of successive
J generations of ancestors with more
positive proof than some of the rest
of us can.
ferences, other than geographical,
which, again as Mr. Hyde points out,
forbid us from drawing any certain
conclusion: unlike Mr. Lovering, we
have no facts and figures by which
to point a lesson. Failing these, we
may accord attention to the opinion
A POLITICAL CAREER
NIPPED IN THE BUD
wanted Mr. Woolley to buy them for
five thousand dollars. One of them, I
.Another Walter Hines Page remember, turned on the refrain
Who has kept us out of war?
Woodrow Wilson, rahl rahl rah|
Mr. Woolley was one of those rare
people to whom music and poetry
case, have a deep and lasting inter
est in the community,
near the present edifice, and as j ^ believe that the interests of Sou-
time went on, Bethesda as we .them Pines-and I mean the inter
story, amusingly written by
Beverly L. Clarke, appeared in a
recent issue of the magizine,
“The New Yorker.” Based on an
of the individual—especially to the j incident in the campaign of l mean absolutely nothing. He gave
opinion of those who, as in my own i Woodrow Wilson and Charles instructions about songwriters
E. Hughes for the Presidency, similar to those about button sales-
it is particularly worth while in
this, another national election
year. Writes Mr. Clarke:
know it now.
Saint or sinner, we revere the
ests of the permanent and seasonal
residents, of the merchants and trade
speople, of every one who has its real
ancient Kirk, not onl> as an ever | heart—would be served
present symbol of unchanging
service, and a shrine of worship,
but as a monument to the un
wearied, unceasing labors of its
ministers to uphold the word of
One day there came into the office
A fecent headline tells of com
soaring to higher levels. In crossing
over the state from the western
boundary to .the Moore County line
it is something of a satisfaction to
note the huge corn fields, green and
rank that bordered much of the en
tire highway. The prolific crop will
make the stable corn pone possible,
augment the bins at the barn ajid in
some cases mean a little ready mon
ey for the farmer who sells his crop
outright.
MY POLITICAL CAREER
Every Presidential campaign
makes me think of my first and only
venture into national politics. In 1916,
The familiar canter of horses’ feet
drifted up from the road in the even
ing: “Pputty, proputty—that’s what
I ’ears ’em saay. Proputty, proputty.
an aged lady who presented a letter j proputty, canter ’an canter awaay.
of introduction to Mr. Woolley. She | r^jjg sounds become more frequent,
was dressed in Quaker gray, and I; summer will soon be forgotten.
think she wore a conservative bustle. I
Her white hair was done in ringlets j ^^en North Carolina folks meet
that reached to her shoulders; she | remote places away from home
God and to spread the faith in a publicity the town would, in the long
far flung* pa&torate. In this more lasting business,
homecoming, we render tribute; ^.quIci be more soundly prosperous,
to their devotion to duty, and „iore firmly established, and a more
zeal for seivice, as well as to the j ^iesirable communitv in which to live,
sanctity of this historic church I
edifice revered for three-quart-'
ers of a centdry.
—C. M.
best by abandoning to a very large
^ha'ractrr'ifed^^^ Woodrow Wilson was running ' extremely fat. Her great, watery i ^here chance meetings are staged we
T.st “w yea “ I "Le ' i r" r, I ■>”
that without (this advertiang i Evans Hughea, I waa an office boy ii. voice gave me , ,j„„ti,lng. Tennessee bumpa Into
National Campaign Headquarters in ^ creeps. Since the letter was un- | sandhillers in the hills and they ex-
New York. I got the job because my ^ occasion to read it be- i p^^gg feelings. A group of our
father had been a writer of efiective 1 taking it in. The lady was a close , winter neighbors get together in
editorials on a Democratic newspaper ! ^ former Democratjc Pres- , Chautauqua and play bridge. The
in Tennessee. I had graduated from ;
ident. She had written a campaign , Kelly’s stop long enough to vis.
The anti-noise project was started
in New York. Now North Carolina
has become anti-noise minded. One
of our prominent state health officers
indorses a campaign against noise
in Raleigh and hopes to see it become
state wide in its effect. Dr. Reynolds
says loud noise should be abated. He
says it produces harmful strain on
the nervous system and that people
suffering disturbing noise at night
show symptoms of nervousness, Irra-
tibility and indigestion, and a general
decline. He hopes to see noise control
led all over the state.
We always thought of North Car
olina as a strictly rural state and
that town and country noises would
be difficult to separate. Town noises
can probably be controlled when
made by human beings, but how are
we going to overcome our indigestion
if we can’t stop the varmints from
speaking their pieces at night. If
noises are going to be abated who
is going to discourage the jubilant
mocker singing in the moonlight by
your window or who will push the
whipper will off of the sycamore
limb? When you subside and collect
yourself after being wakened by the
wild eerie whoop of one big swamp
owl you are in accord with the doc
tor’s thinking and know the decline
he speaks of has taken full possess-
j ion. The series of penetrating sounds
j of the owls aren’t so bad, but the
: hair raising scream that preceeds it
I while he gathers wind for what fol-
; lows is what makes your hair curl.
: Surviving the owi’s master noise you
are positive death hung in the bal
ance. We like to see Dr. Reynolds
on our side.
Since my residence there, which be.!^‘^hool down there that spring; | with the Hugh Kahler’s in New
gan in the fall of 1929, I can not !'"y ^ I u!.,_ 1 through all the news
Mn ■ but'Ve7'that'both'southern what with making ^
help both southern dollars a week with time and a half!
for overtime, rubbing elbows with the ; began.
OUR ADVERTISING
AND PUBLICITY
Pines and Pinehurst have been con
siderably cheapened by certain meth-
and activities of the town and friends
since their last contact. In far away
Norway the Ivey’s of Charlotte meet
a Southern Pines traveler, and so it
give particulars—and both towns ap-1 lui a "I n rejoicing, and
pear in this bill • The "Social notes” i »^ational politics seems rather mea-, The lady came the following Mon. j always conceding that our land, is a
In a recent issue of The Pilot ... mefmnniitan consisted solely of a con- then on at intervals of; promised land, when wayfarers meet.
the question of the value of re- ' EcizL certai^ reside^^^ ! that Woodrow Wilson was the about three days. Each time Mr. |
sort town advertising and pub- ^ 1 greatest man since the Republican Woolley was closeted with her from
'ods of advertising and publicity. To ! in New York. In, God save the Red, White, and Blue!
eive narticulars-and both towns an- i retrospect, my equipment for a career ; ^ oodrow Wilson we re for youi
ad nauseam and turning their small ' man since me nepuoncan — , Years ago when John Buchan lived
llClty and thailiberot commerce, hospitality into func- Party was a .sinster band of ruthless I to three hours, while senators in Manley with Mrs. Buchan, their
activities for Stimulating growth certain monsters bent upon depriving the waited. He always put on his coat for; home was one of the most hospi-
and expansion was broached, ^ is eadmg adve tise-,
born of a comparison of a flour the activities of the com. I God.gwen rights. But at
isning summer resor
no advertising, has no Chamber
' inanity, such as the number of golf t^® time the only obstacle I saw was
oil wnicn Cioes the constitutional aee limit of thirtv-
Tin a/-n^ovTioino- hqo noi nQTYinor (there are certainly p]enty), t^® Constitutional age limit of thirty-
no HCl\ 0rtlSin^» iias no , ■ fiv*e for the President which
the hunting (which m Southem Pines, i ^ me r-resiaeni, wmen meant
. Commerce, with Southern i , ^ ^ invUntinn nniv» tviw I that I was doomed to mark time as
Pines. The editorial has Pt'O^P-i ..gt ,d, j one hunt ®^"®tor, ambassador, cabinet mem-1 see no one for half an hour.
Q sieepiccnasing (we na\e one nunt ■ _ , ,
these visits, ani when she left he table places in the entire section of
would accompany her through the
anteroom and to the elevator, an hon
or hitherto reserved for cabinet mem
bers. After she was gone Mr. Woolley
ted a thoughtful communica
tion from Almet Jenks:
Editor, The Pilot:
I race meeting a year, which, incident-
j ally, is all we could reasonably ask
ber, and so on, until 1936.
This \.ent on a month, and then,
I was assigned to the office of the ""^ter the lady's departure
fori; the use of the term "theatre” in i Director of Publicity, Robert Woolley, i
' Mr. Woolley called me in. He looked
newspaperman, and he knew my fa
ther. He made me his personal office
boy, which was an exalted position,
since most of the exciting things hap
pened in the publicity department.
As a winter resident of Southern advertisements, which might well
Pines, a landowner and taxpayer, and suggest an activity having to do with
as a subscriber to The Pilot and faith- j the legitimate stage; the touting for
ful reader thereof, I would like to | Southern Pines as a “writers’ colony”
commend two pieces of writing in j (a doubtful attraction); the erection
your issue of August 21, 1936. The i of large and garish signs, so doubt-
first, to take them in order of their fully opposed by Mr. Struthers Burt; I Woolley was a short, fat, bald-
appearance, is the a^Ude by the; and (but here, perhaps, I am pre- readed man with high blood pres-
Editor in the editorial columns en. judiced; I don’t believe in fiestas by I ^^^e, who perspired prodigiously. He
titled "A Comparison and a Ques-; prescription and, in any case, I think j given to attacks of choler in
tion”; the second is the letter under j they are best left to the Latin peo- | '’ hich he actually would throw things
“Correspondence” by Richard S. Lov-' pies) such celebrations £is the Dog-1 inkwells at people like office
ering concerning peach farming in the' wood Festival, and especially its con-1 even though he knew their fa-
Sandhills. They may be considered comitants, the street parade, the thers. A phonograph.disc recording
and commented upon together, I be- floats, the crowning of a queen O''^ ' Woolley in one of these fits
lieve, for their subject matters are ' Slaves’ Day, and the rest. ! would probably have lost the election
more closely related to each other This is simply my own personal | Wilson. Mr. Woolley’s lan-
opinion. Others have expressed sim. 1 a-t such times was picturesque,
Mr. W'oolley had been an old-time i defeated. Usually when he
the country. A daughter, Ethel Buch
an Stewart, inherited the doctrine of
the open door. There is no house
around that is more capable of ready
adjustment or where cordiality has
become so chronic as the Stewart
home. Over the last week-end about
eighteen people gathered around the
elastic dinner table. Dr. and Mrs.
summoned me he would be standing R. M. Wilson of Soonchun, Korea,
The moving picture concern is
steadily producing more worth while
results. In getting away from the slip
shod and frothy they are offering
pictures that are of real value to the
theatre goer. More and more they
are reviving the classics and histor
ical novels. Mary of Scotland brings
back your history and sends young
and old to the library again. Bret
Hart#. Fennimore Cooper and many
others seen through the moving pic
ture stimulate the memory and create
a greater desire to read, which might
otherwise be passed up. The local
theatre is a helpful agency as an ed_
ucational factor.
PINEBLUFF
w'ith thur seven grown up sons and
daugl»i.ers were the guests. Miss Flora
McQueen joined them Sunday. Miss
McQueen taught six of the young
Wilsons when in Korea,
than would appear on a cursory read
ing The article propounds the ques
tion as to the value of a Chamber of
Commerce and of advertising and
publicity to the so-called resort town;
the letter, based on experiences and
backed by figures, blasts (no milder
word is good enough) a manifesta
tion of that same spirit of advertis.
ing and publicity when it seeks, ev
idently in ignorance and without re-
ilar views and I have heard instances
of people who have contemplated a
residence or at least a seasonal res
idence in the community and who
have sheered off because of their dis
taste for this t3T>e of advertising and
publicity, but I do not presiime to
speak for any of these. My own feel
ing is that no resort town, if we are
to call Southern Pines that, can ach
gard for the consequences, to boost | ieve a soundly prosperous and per-
the peach industry in the Sandhills.
It is difficult, as the EkJitor, Mr.
Hyde, in his article admits, to an
swer categorically the questions of
manent existence by the use of such
methods.
As for Mr. Lovering’s letter, it
seems to me a clear, well-expressed
how much value to a resort town is j and admirably restrained answer to
a Chamber of Commerce and wheth- an article which must have aroused
er the value placed on advertising his deep indignation. I did not see
and publicity is over emphasized. Mr. Bost’s letter but I judge it to
Cazenovia, a resort town, comparable
in size and in certain other respects
to Southern Pines, ‘‘has no Chamber
of Commerce, and no advertising or
publicity man of any kind”, and yet
it seemed to Mr. Hyde, having ob
served each town in its active months,
that Cazenovia was doing “more busi
ness’ than Southern Pines. One should
not deduce from this that Cazenovia
would be less busy if it had a Cham
ber of Commerce and went in for ad.
▼ertising and publicity, or that South,
em Pines would shodt ahead if these
presumed aids to municipal grow
th were dispensed with. The problem
is more complicated. There are dif-
have been written without any real
knowledge of the subject and with
out regard for its possibly cruel ef
fect upon a credulous mind. To the
“booster”, to reckless extravagance
of speech and rosy visions, a letter
such as Mr. Lovering’s, founded on
facts susceptible of absolute vealfi-
cation, is the best answer. I could do
with some reprints of it for distrib
ution to those who from time to time
are wont to expatiate on the com
parative ease, the substantial in
comes, and large accumulations of the
peach growers of the Sandhills.
Almet Jenks
August 29, 1936.
his appearance striking, to say the
least; and when his tantrum was ov
er, no movable object in his office
was in place. ,
I had a little desk in an anteroom
outside his office. My job was to
protect him from visitors he didn’t
want to see. I was not very success
ful in this, since I proved to be no
match for (national politicans and
high-pressure metropolitan salesmen.
The office was besieged by salesmen
for concerns manufacturing celluloid
buttons. They wanted to sell the Dem
ocratic National Committee five mil
lion campaign buttons. Invariably
these salesmen had business cards of
celluloid. These cards came to sym
bolize for Mr. Woolley all that was
loathsome in the world. He told me
on several occasions that if I ever
brought in a celluloid business card
again, he would choke me where I
stood and then dive out the window
into Forty-second Street, nineteen
stories below. But somehow or other,
a day or so later I would be hypnotiz.
ed into bringing in another. Mr.
Woolley would become speechless and
muscle-bound, which was horrible to
see, but it saved me from being
strangled.
Besides the button salesmen, the
office was infested with people who
had wTifAen campaign songs they
wanted us to adopt officially. They
by the window, belligerent and lob-
ster-visaged, his short legs wide
apart. This time he was seated at
his desk, his face ashen and very
calm. The visitor before the former
Presidents’ relative had been a but-
ton salesman—the first one that had' Many things are being made ready
got through me that week—and I ^ for Fall with changes going on every
was set for the bawling-out. Mr., where you turn. So it is not surprising
Woolley spoke in a tired, quiet voice. : to see some shifting about in the
“Do anything! Tell her anything! | heavens also. The sun is steadily
But if you let that woman in here moving southward, heading towards
again, you’re fired!” He had never the autumnal equinox. Jupiter, the
actually threatened to fire me before, bright star of summer nights drops
The following morning I was sit- i lower into the southwest. The bril-
ting at my little desk and the ante- liant Venus is only visible about an
room was half filled w)th button hour after sun set. The harvest moon
salesmen and song-writers who had is in the offing and will be due Sep-
no chance whatever of getting into
the inner office. Overnight I had be
come a good office boy; I didn’t want
to be fired. A tallish, well-dressed,
but unremarkable man came in and
2isked to see Mft Woolley. “Have a
seat,” I said. “He’s busy.” The man
sat down. Half an hour later he asked
again. “What do you want to see him
about?” I asked. “Who do you rep
resent?” The man smiled slightly.
tember 30. Like a lot of other re
turning travelers it will be interest,
ing to see familiar objects coming
back to the heavens.
Some one remarked the other day
that the trains seem to make more
noise than they did in the past and
wondered if it could be imagination.
The' Seaboards huge and powerful
engines of today would put the old
“I’m sorry, I haven’t a card. Would , engines of yesterday into the cram
you mind announcing me?
I went in to Mr. Woolley. “There’s
a man out there who won’t tell me
what he wants. Says his name’s
Page.” “Page, Page,” repeated Mr.
Woolley. “I don’t know anybody nam
ed Page. Tell him to wait. I so in
structed Mr. Page, who thereupon
lighted a cigar and began to read
the “Times”. The morning wore on.
About eleven o’clock Mr. Page asked
me if Mr. Woolley could see him now.
“Page, Page," said Mr. Woolley
irritably. “Ask him what’s his busi
ness.”
In a moment I came back. “Mr.
Woolley, he says he’s an ambassador.”
“Good God I” cried Mr. Woolley,
dashing past me into the anteroom
smack into the arms of the former
Democratic President’s relative, who
had just come in.
Mr. Page, of course, was Walter
road class by comparison. The big
engines with their tremendous size
and power are capable of hauling
loads unheard of several years ago.
The lighter trains with their accom
panying light engines moved through
with shorter sections. Trains now are
very often strung out for nearly a
mile hauling a hundred cars or more.
As the load is greatly increased and
more time is consumed in passing
through, the noise and din is drawn
out and we conclude they make more
noise now than then.
And speaking of trains. All our
Hines Page. He was on his way to
confer with the President in Wash-
ington, having been summoned from
London.
I spent the rest of the campaign
in the mailing department, sealing
envelopes, —Beverly L. Clarke
Mrs. Annie Lentz of Ansonville has
been the guest of her daughter, Mrs.
Henry McCormick for the past two
weeks.
Mrs. Aubrey Pruett and son, Au-
; brey Jr., returned to their home in
\ Norwalk, Conn. after spending some
I time with Mrs. Pruett’s brother,
; John Fiddner.
Mr. and Mrs. E. T. Pickier spent
I the past week in Charlotte on busi
ness.
i Mr. and Mrs. Edgar Horne of. Val-
I osa. Ga., are occupying the Town-
j send Cottage.
Mr. and Mrs. George Van Huel and
Doris Van Huel returned to Pinebluff
Sunday, after spending the summer
in Long Branch, N. J.
Mr. and Mrs. J. M. Cavenaugh and
children spent the week-end in Ra_
leigh and Durham.
Miss Margaret Rice returned to
Wingate Junior College Monday
where hse will enter her second year.
Miss Virginia Butner, Mrs. Emily
Lawrence and daughter, Dorothy and
Miss Gloria Fletcher spent Friday in
Fayetteville.
Bill Lampley of Hartsville S. C.
spent the week-end with his parents,
Mr. and Mrs. J. R. Lampley.
Mr. and Mrs. John Fiddner and
Mrs. Alex Wallace spent the past
week at Long Point.
Miss Sally Allison has returned to
Flora McDonald College at Red
Springs to resume her studies.
Mrs. James Smith and daughter
Miner were called to New York by
the death of Mrs. Smith’s father,
C. H. King.
Mr, and Mrs. Lee Manor and child
ren returned to their home Tuesday
after spending the past three weeks
in Coraopolis, Pa. with relatives.
Mr. and Mrs. Radpb Journey an
nounce the birth of a son, William
Fulton, on Tuesday September 1st,
Mrs. Irving Wylie gave a birthday
party for her grandson, Leon Jr., at
her home Thursday eUFtemoon. The
guests were Shirley Ann Smith, Jane
Farrell, Ruth Troutman, Dorothy
Lawrence, and Wanda Newell, Viola
Wiley.
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