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Page Two THE PILOT, Southern Pines, North Carolina L THE PILOT PUBLISHED EACH FRIDAY BY THE PILOT. INCORPORATED SOUTHERN PINES. NORTH CAROLINA 1941 JAMES BOYD Publisher ' 1944 MRS. JAMES BOYD - . Publisher DAN S. RAY ■ General Manager BESSIE CJyMERON SMITH - - - EDITOR EDITH P. HASSELL - - SOCIETY EDITOR CHARLES MACAULEY - - . CITY EDITOR CONTRIBUTING EDITORS HELEN K. BUTLEJl WALLACE IRWIN •staff SGT. CARL G. THOMPSON. JR. •SGT. JAMES E. PATE •PVT. OANIEL S. RAY. Ill SUBSCRIPTION RATES ONE YEAR SIX MONTHS . . . . THREE MONTHS ENTERED AT THE POSTOFFICE AT SOU- THERN PINES. N. C.. AS SECOND CLASS MAIL MATTER. DERNIERES NOUVELLES On January 7th, former Sena tor Robert R. Reynolds announc ed that “the Republican party is dead and the Democratic party has been taken over by Commun ists, Reds and pinks,” and there fore he is forming “a new major political party which will be known as the Nationalist Party”. Mr. Reynolds explained that “the new party has been developed through an educational organiza tion known as the American Na tionalists’ Committee and various factions and groups already set up throughout the country are be ing contacted by the Nationalist Confederation.” This gibberish has an ominously familiar ring. What ard these “fac tions and groups throughout the country”? Who “set them up and just why should anyone take it upon himself to set up factions and groups when we are engaged in a dangerous war. Is this a time to have anyone going around our cou^ry saying that our long established political parties are no good, and setting up a group dedicated to something else? And just what is this something else. This is not the first time Mr. Reynolds has assumed the role of foundeir of a new political party. Twice before he has spon sored groups professing the same aim as this new group, the same narrow fascist-Christian-Frpnt- American-First-party aim). , His activities have been met with a certain amount of easy ridicule, for he is a hard man for Americans to take seriously. But there is another group of people, another nation which finds Mr. Reynolds more worthy of atten tion. To them he does not cut an absurd figure. Our enemies know that Robert Reynolds and his “fac tions and groups” may well be the answer to a Nazi’s prayer. Though we do ,not believe in giving to prisoners of war any reading matter which might un dermine the Nazi influence, our enemies are not so ingenuously scrupulous. Before this writer is a small newssheet printed in French, which was origi nally in the possession of a French prisoner in Germany. It is the daily paper, called Demieres Nou- velles, which the Germans give out in the prison camps. One page is devoted to war news in which allied jlosses are stressed, and in cidentally, enormously exagger ated, and to accounts of destruc- Ition of French lives, property and historic monuments by al lied bombing; the other page con tains short news items, either false or so cleverly written as to give a false interpretation of the truth. Among the latter is the fol lowing (quotation translated in to English) “‘Robert Reynolds, a prominent statesman of America, has recently officially withdrawn from the Democratic party and founded a new political group, called the Nationalist Party. The object of the party is to defeat the theory of isolationism. It con tains already numerous outstand ing individuals who have resign ed from the Democratic and Re publican parties.” This item is put in the French prisoners’ paper for a purpose; to weaken their morale by shaking their confidence in the good faith of America. And if, beyond that, their reaction goes farther, back even to France, to create the be ginning of a rift between them and their ally, America, so much the better. Clearly the Nazis look upon it as grist for their mill. If this were the only result of the ex-senator’s actions it would be serious enough. But there are possibilities of greater danger. Two spies were caught not long ago. They landed on the coast of Maind. What were they sent here I in the calendar. It is the begin- to do? First of all, certainly, to find out and transmit to Germany all they could about troop rnove- ments. And second: surely to find out and trace down every possible point for attack on the American home front. ^And might not such a point of weakness be the man whose castigations of our political parties, and whose founding of a party of his own struck the Nazis as so important that they printed it in their propaganda sheet? This man is of the demagogic type, he has been intimate with some of those recently on trial for se dition, he has a large following, he is now enormously wealthy, he is ambitious. What more likely than that the name of Robert Rey nolds is high on the Nazi list of possible American collaboration ists. The landing of the spies shows that we cannot afford to relax our vigilance. For two who were caught, ten may be at large. Our enemies are very far from giving up. Clever, imaginative, and per sistent, they will try every trick to divide us from our allies; they will search out every chink in our national armor, and they will be ever alert to seize upon and use to the utmost any man who, through stupidity, through personal ambition, through reck less irresponsible action invites their crafty speculative gaze. The innocent tool can sometimes work more evil than the actual conspir ator. Despite their seeming innoc uousness, Robert Reynolds and his new party must be watched, as hiust every other sign of weak ness or disaffection in our ranks. —KLB ning of a period in human prog ress. It is a season when men have' a devout apijreciation for the underlying forces of existence It is a time when it is a little bit easier for most of us to lend a helping hand or extend a kindly word. But 'far too many of us concentrate on the one great day and forget entirely the other 364. Van does not wait until a cli max of good feeling sweeps the world. He exercises that gift, the most powerful among all the fac tors that hold and will hold our great civilization together—good will to men—right along. For throughout the rest of the year, if he runs according to schedule, he will be awake on his job, or per haps asleep in the station. Sou thern Pines has its own personal Santa Claus and that Santa Claus is Van. For the old Scout who knows how to stretch out a Christmas that will last until our trees are illuminated on whatever evening follows sunset; for our immortal Santa Claus, our perennial Van, a character so steeped in liberal ity he will continue to make glad the heart of mankind, we offer a tribute of appreciation that comes frdm a horde of friends. —Helen K. Butler Sand Box Being Filled Weekly BY WALLACE IRWIN was tying a knot in the British lion’s tail. The legend ran, “How to start a war with England and Russia.” Nazi propagandists are eagerly striving to promote an anti-Ally mania in this country. Remember how they sent out that fake broadcast from an alleged “BBC”, a very British voice com plaining that England was, deep ly disappointed in Americans as fighting men. A clever trick, as dirty tricks go. Hitler still strug gles to promote disunity in our ranks. One of his more handsome fakes was the rumor that Rus sia was giving up the war on the eastern front—answered last week by the colossal Russian Drive in Poland. Believe it or not, I’ve taken time out to read over Tolstoy’s “War and Peace”. The volume I have is 1138 pages, and I have a sprained wrist from holding it up in bed. Frqm it I have learned that Ivan Ivanovich is Russian for Jack Johnson. The trouble is that Ivan changes his name every other paragraph. Part of the time he’s called Prince Shuffuloffsky, but his friends address him as Offyndeshyaska, which boils down to Pyetrovich Pumm. No wonder Ihe Russians are so hard to lick. Their enemy never quite knows what to shoot at. ily. What Papa is and what he is doing is an open book. As for the Army’s “First Lady,” we are told that she has great dignity and simplicity of manner, is quietly efficient, and a charming hostess. She has a soft, Ipw voice which may be traced to her early training as a Shakespearean ac tress. She is interested in' books, music and people, and in all ac tivities which she thinks benefits Army personnel. The Company Wilh the Coal and Service PARKER ICE & FUEL CO. Tel. 9581 Aberdeen. N. C. at first SION OF A Cold Prepatationa as directed i ^ Personal item: The engagement was announced this week by Mr. and Mrs. B. A. Tompkins, former ly of The Paddock, Southern Pines, of their daughter, Jean, to Lieut. Henry Wheeler, of Man chester, N. H., a Marine fighter pilot. Joan passed many winters in the Sandhills, riding to hounds and in gymkhanas, and for a time attending The' Ark School. C- Highland Pines Inn East Massachusetts Avenue WEYMOUTH HEIGHTS Fall and Winter Season « I Excellent Food and Service AMPLE PARKING SPACE A YEAR ROUND SANTA CLAUS This little tale is about Santa Claus. It isn’t a belated one either, because it will fit any day of the year. Yarns about Santa Claus aren’t necessarily stories to be told exclusively the night be fore Christmas. Shades of the Great Forest of Burzee, No! It’s only after the dead Christmas tree has long been disposed of and the last bit of tinsel swept away that, the deeds of the old codger begin to drift in. The particular Saint we are thinking of is a local one. You have seen him. He was on the village streets. He was in and out of the stores. He brought a warm glow to the hearts of those grown ups who KNOW there is a Santa Claus and need no proof. He romped with the youngsters in the park and was reverenced by that group of childhood who have a still greater devotion. Santa Claus isn’t wrapped in complete obscurity. Lightened by fable we will call ours “Van”. It’s shorter and will save time. When mail directed to the North Pole reached the Southern Pines postoffice, it went without the slightest deviation, straight to Van’s box. Next to Santa Claus our village postmaster knows a lot. Keeping the North Pole mail moving was no task for him. All kinds of mail went down the chute. Some had only Christmas seals. Some tuberculosis stickers. Some air mail stamps. All headed for a man in a red suit, and in this case the Dead Letter office did not have a chance to arbi trate. Santa Claus and the post master knew how to collaborate. One father dropped his son’s scrawled effort into the office only to satisfy a small boy. It was the father, not the boy, who was surprised when an immediate answer came right from where it should—Santa Claus. Van had no secretary. He just got around the way only Santa Claus can. The mail bags had an extra bulge all because a man had time to spend on the chil dren. Van doesn’t confine his en thusiasm entirely upon the chil dren. He has proved a veritable saint to the service man and his family. He has met trains dis charging soldiers until we could- n t estimate them. He meets late night trains and those that come in when only strays are out, or very early morning risers. He has given his own bed time and again when no space was to be had at our overcrowded hotels and boarding houses. And when his own quarters overflowed he has slept in his car and rumor says he has laid himself down to sleep in the station. He has piloted many a weary soldier to a cot in a church and brushed away some of the lonesomeness with a cup of coffee or a bite to eat, while the town and its people slept. Many holidays and many fes tivities and many occasions have been set aside by men to carry out their sentiments of patriotic or religious devotions. Christmas is different than any other day If I were king, and this were my birthday, how I’d love to hand out some birthday honors. Upon the waistcoat of Charley Picquet I would pin the G. O. S. (Golden Order of the Sandbox). Not that he needs another shining badge of merit. His quiet, patriotic work in the two Carolina theatres has been recognized, officially, with a citation. Well done! The world, great and small goes by the showman’s wicket. In times like these he occupies a strategic pos- |ition- Mr. Picquet’s welcoming smile at the Carolina’s door brings us together at a time when unity is most needed. His thea ters are fine morale builders. More practically, perhaps, they have contributed a lot to the war effort. Now who’s next? Martha P. Hyde, step up and take a bow. Your contributions from Wash ington are of metropolitan size. None too good for the Pilot, I .mean. But newsy, readable copy. How about decorating Mrs. Bessie Cameron Smith for getting out a paper so lively that I hard ly begrudge the weekly dime I spend out of my salary ($2.50)? . . . Maybe this is just another red apple for teacher. So I’ll sit down. The above remarks, you’ll no tice, are guardedly polite. Tou- jours la politesse isn’t my origi nal idea. I have borrowed it from my rival columnist, Mr. West brook Pegler. Bince he went to work for Mr. Hearst, Brother Peg has become an authority on the subject. Last week he opened a column with a lament on the de cline of chivalry in public life. The President, he informed us in a hushed, offended voice, is guilty of conduct unbecoming a gentle man; else how could he have been so gauche, unmannerly and —really, you know, not quite— as to criticize America’s newspa per columnists, publicly? Blush ing for the barnyard vulgarity of “newspaper excrescences”, which the President aimed at our col umnists, Galahad W. Pegler ex tolled the beautiful relations that exist between columnist and col umnist. O cherish these flowers for their fragrance, blow not up on them. Winter, lest they fade. . Well, that was off Mr. Pegler’s From the Nation’s Capital Washington, which has long been noted for turning the heat on, has been having the unique experience of turning it off this past week—on qrders from Assis tant President “Jimmy” Byrnes. Following his demand for not over 68-degree temperatuire in Government build'inglsj, to con serve coal, various snoopy news paper folks went around town checking up, and oddly enough, found the most flagrant violator of the edict was the office of the Fuel Conservation Commission. It was nearly 80 in there. W. E. FLYNN, Manager Southern Pines, N. C. BY MARTHA P, HYDE Washington, Jan. 18—It’s an All-Star cast for the reception and dance to be held by the North Carolina Society of Washington this Saturday night at the Shore- ham Hotel. The new Governor will be there, with Mrs. Cherry. There’ll be the vice chairman of the National Democratic Execu tive Committee, Mrs. Charles W. chest; from him we had learned that public utterances should be mannerly, even to the point of daintiness. So in his next day’s column he opened up barking, “Newspaper excrescences!” at Mrs. Roosevelt’s published arti cles. No book of etiquette can be more confusing. Is it correct to eat with the knife, the fork or the carpet sweeper? Can it be that Mr. Pegler, like many another constitutional bully, is shocked and surprised when the other fellow hits back? Don’t be afraid, honey. Nobody’s going to censor you out of print. Just read a lot of other columns, and you’ll find about anything can be said, short of passing military in formation to the enemy. About the only information the enemy gets from our newspapers and periodicals is that somebody’s al ways grousing about something. The other day the Herald Trib une had a good cartoon. A fren zied Little American was. blud geoning the Russian bear with one hand, and with the other he of L. T. (“Judge”) Avery of Sou thern Pines. Two NDEC members, Wilkins P. Horton and Miss Bea trice Cobb, will be on hand, as will the Lindsay Warrens, the Kenneth Royalls, Gen. and Mrs. Albert Cox, and from the White House secretariat, Jonathan Dan iels, with Mrs. Daniels. These occasional gatherings of North Carolinians in Washington are typical of the way the Tar heel-bred and Tarheel-born stick together, wherever they may be. They are nice reunions and nice parties, and this week’s bids fair to bring out more of a crowd than usual, coming as it does on Inauguration Day. Hearing the President repeat for the fourth time the words, “I do solemnly swear,” etc., is what lured the State’s new Governor and others from “down home” to the Capital this weekend. Add Hope Springs Eternal: Bu reau of Internal Revenue statis ticians estimate that some 20,000,- 000 Americans wiU get refunds on 1944 income. The present tax jSyStem is so complicated that this many have overestimated the amount they owed Uncle Sam. When that Treasury check comes—Buy War Bonds! Try baking winter squash with out removing the seeds first. 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