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THE PILOT, Southern Pines, North Carolina
Friday, May 11, 1945.
THE PILOT
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THANKSGIVING
FOR VICTORY
(From the Union Service)
Almighty and everlasting God
who maketh wars to cease unto
the ends of the earth, we praise
and magnify thy great mercy,
which has brought us to this hour.
We bless thy Holy Name that
earth, sea, and sky are safe again
,in Europe; that the guns are si
lent; and that thou has brought
us to this long expected hour. By
thy grace keep us humble in vic
tory; forbid that we should har
bor hatreds or revenge. May we
dedicate all victory to thy glory.
Through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Amen.
Honor to the Fallen
We now .remember in pride,
gratitude, love, sorrow and ten
derness, the innumerable com
pany of those whose courage and
sacrifice have made this hour pos
sible. They died for us. “Greater
love hath no man than this that
a man lay down his life for his
friends.” To those who have lost
loved ones in this war, perhaps
the words of Abraham Lincoln,
written to a mother whose five
sons died in battle, may be of
comfort. He said, “I feel how
weak and fruitless must be any
word of mine which should at
tempt to beguile you from the
grief of a loss so overwhelming.
But 'I cannot refrain from tender
ing you the consolation that may
be found in the thanks of the re
public they died to save. I pray
that our Heavenly Father may as
suage the anguish of your be
reavement, and leave you only
the cherished memory of the loved
and lost, and the solemn pride
that must be yours to have laid
so costly a sacrifice upon the
,, altar of freedom.”
Dedication to the Future
With God’s help, we now dedi
cate ourselves:
To the preservation of our dear
ly bought and cherished freedoms
for which such sacrifices of blood
have been made;
To the seeking and support of
all ways and plans for the coop
eration of nations now estranged;
and of all efforts for the establish
ing of a world order of justice
and peace;
To every struggle for justice
both at home and abroad; to
every effort seeking to ensure all
men their native right to fullness
of life;
To the continuance and crea
tion of homes, rich in love, and
tenderness, and of a community
which shall make fvery home
coming a glad anticipation; -
To such self discipline of our
minds through thought and study;
to such preparation of our hearts
through confession and prayer,
that we may take our part in
realizing a world of justice and
enduring peace.
O Lord, hear these our high re
solves; and by the guidance of
thy spirit and the continuance of
thy watchful care, help us to be
true to these committments which
we have now made on this sol
emn occasion.
Victory in Europe
The news of victory comes al
most simultaneously to people all
over the world today. To the
crowds standing silent before the
loud speakers in Piccadilly Cir
cus, in the square before our New
York City Hall, to the little groups
gathered on school or court house
steps, or around a pot-bellied
stove in a country store, to those
millions of fighting men and to the
millions they fought to save, the
word comes, bringing a great
lifting of the spirit. The deep
breath they take, as they straight
en up and look into each others’
'faces and take each others’ hands,
should be enough surely to blow
new life into this poor old world.
That great breath of relief must
blow away some of the hatred
and fear and desolation of the
war, while to countleses thous
ands still fighting in that other
war, it will bring added vigor. To
our troops fighting at Okinawa,
in Burma, to the men crouched in
their B 29s, setting their sights
for Tokyo, to all that gallant com
pany of our fair navy today’s news
brings hope and confidence.
“We’re doing well; we’re getting
on with it,” they say, “but from
how on . . .!” It is a fair guess
that the rebel yell is echoing
through the dripping green
jungles and over the shell-torn
black volcanic rocks as men re
joice together at the news that
one great enemy is gone and that,
now, all can fight tpgether, side
by side.
There is boundless gratitude
today in every heart, but it is
quiet, restrained. For there is no
getting away from the realization
of the struggle that lies ahead. It
is that that tempers jubilant
spirits and stills the whistles and
the bells- To have boys come
hom'e safe, and then to have them
go away again: that will be hard
to bear.
But in looking toward the fu
ture we may find help if we re
call the past. Three years ago,
and even two, the prophets of
doom were busy and were finding
many listeners. They told us what
a great people the Germans were:
how they were, in fact, supreme,
the greatest soldiers, the greatest
organizers and planners; and they
fought for a capse as did the cru
saders of old. "rhey could not be
beaten. We ourselves were undis
ciplined, ; disorganized, unready,
our young men fKivolous and
weak. Our Allies were but brok
en reeds; Britain brave but stupid
and doddering, Russia unreliable,
inefficient, a pushover for the
great _ German armies. We were
not uhited, the cause of Democ
racy was a dead issue-
We have come a long way since
then. We have fought, simultan
eously, two of the greatest mili
tary organizations the world has
ever seen. For the past year in
the East, our campaign has been
steadily victorious while in Eu
rope. now, the grim enemy, Ger
many the unbeatable, has surren
dered unconditionally. We find
ii|Urselves standing shoulder 'to
shoulder with our great allies, at
the peak bf our power.
If we could do this, may we
not now, in all humbleness, ask
ourselves: what have we then to
fear? Only, as our great leader
has said, the fear of fear. In his
first speech he said it: “There is
nothing to fear but fear it
self.” And in his last, written the
day he was to die: “Our doubts
of today are our only limitations
of tomorrow.”
Let us then be strong in the
knowledge of our power, strong
in our resolve not to relax our ef
forts, that the war in the Pacific
may be won as speedily as pos
sible. And, with hearts overflow
ing with thankfulness for the vic
tory of today, while anguished
and humbled by the knowledge
of what that victory has cost, let
us press boldly onward toward
the victory of tomorrow.
TAG DAY. MAY 12
When we feel deeply about any
thing, the psychiatrists tell us,
we should “follow that impulse”
and express the emotion in some
concrete and positive way. So,
this weekend, when our thoughts
turn toward our mothers with re^
newed affection, we had better
do something about it.
The florists and the stationers
and the gifts shops urge their
wares upon us. Photographs of
young mothers, old mothers, smil
ing mothers, sad mothers and a
galaxy of most improbably giddy-
looking mothers burst forth this
week upon our harrassed atten
tion. It is likely that those of us
able, to do so will take heed and
follow the filial impulse with the
gifts so lavishly suggested. But
some, wearied by platitudes, re
sentful, perhaps, of being told
so stridently to love our mothers,
may seek other means of tribute.
To them we suggest a contribution
to the Moore County Maternal
Welfare Association.
This organization, now in the
tenth year of its existence, was
instrumental iri the creation of
the maternal welfare branch of
the County Health Department.
Under the inspiring leadership
and expert guidance of one of the
county’s lovliest women, Eliza
beth Currie, this committee of
Moore County women organized
prq-natal clinics, and obtained
the services of an expert nurse-
midwife, a graduate of the Loben-
stine Clinic in New York. The
work continues in her charge,
growing with the years, receiving
the (continuous support of the
committee in providing medidines,
layettes, transportation, and vol-
uilteer assistants at the clinics.
The resultant spectacular drop of
the maternal mortality rate is
proof of its success.
All this requires money, and,
since the war, it has become more
difficult to raise the necessary
funds. For years the proceeds of
the Moore County hunter trials
went to this cause. But, with a
change of management and the
.war appeal, this source of income
has been'cut off and given in
stead to the Red Cross. Funds are
raised, now, only through per
sonal solicitation. This solicita
tion will be concentrated, as here
tofore, on one day, Saturday, May
12, which is Mother’s Day.
For those who want to do some
thing for mothers in general, we
recommend this extremely worthy
cause. And for those who, having
given to their own mothers the
presents their' hearts dictate, feel
perhaps the inadequacy of even
such a gesture of love and respect,
we suggest that no tribute could
be more fitting than to let that
mother know that thought of her
inspired a gift to the organiza
tion which cares for the mothers
of Moore County.
THE
Public Speaking
From a Letter To a husband ov-
seas.
May 7
Such a day! With the fabulous
V-E proclamation actually prom
ised for tomorrow. You can im
agine how it feels really to hear
the long-hoped-for word of vic
tory on the radio. Somehow this
date of Germany’s surrender helps
redeem the traditional luckiness
of seven, so marred by that day
in December long ago when the
cruel news of Pearl Harbor' stop
ped the world in its tracks.
We went this noon to a service
principles in the great internation
al meeting now sitting in San
Francisco?
While the international confer
ence in San Francisco holds the
spotlight, ,it behooves us, who
will have to underwrite the insur
ance policy this conference may
produce, to take counsel with our
selves as to how far we are will
ing to apply ^t home the idealistic
mouthings we put forth to en
tice other nations to follow our
lead. The result of our failure to
live up to the political ideals we
profess, and the factual operation
of our economic system, is our
vulnerable Achilles Heel in deal
ing with those representatives of
nations who have no other guide
than' history’s record. In other
words, do we really believe in
the Golden Rule and Christian
Principles, or are they just a bait
for bargaining?
The campaign to make them
real may not be the prerogative
of North Carolina but surely all
our persuasion and all our power
should be spent now to make real
our determination that in our
community, in our state, and in
our nation, justice and law shall
conform to those fundamental
in church. The beautiful old
iL rdTviduiiTa™;
teed under our Constitution. After
truly with hope and faith. What
was said in between impressed
me little. I was too busy private
ly thanking God, to attend much
to the ministers.
Nobody can forget the Pacific
war, of course, and that sadly sub
stantial shadow makes this pres
ent gladness sober. Nevertheless
the exciting possibility of fur
loughs or even discharges is ever
a tantalizing back-of-the-mind
thought. It is so reassuring to find
ihe War Departmeat statement
on that full of understanding and
sympathy as well as the expected
intelligence of both the human
and military variety.
It seems strange after the in
toxication of earlier individual
victories to find this, their ulti
mate object, so solemn. This
seems not a celebrating occasion,
but rather the source of a de^p
and moving relief. No matter why,
it is a shock to which -we must
become pleasantly adjusted, and
it is hard to look far beyond it
just now.
We can pause to rejoice at this
milestone. Then good hunting to
the real end and “God bless us
every one.”
all, the domestic situation is more
important to the man (in the
street, in the factory, and on the
farm and he is the one who has
to pay in blood and treasure when
politicians and statesmen fail to
be guided by the only sure ap
proach to universal peace and
happiness—The Golden Rule. It
would not have been given us as
a divine mandate were it not
workable.
O. A. DICKINSON
Colonel, USA, Rtd.
Sand B OX
Being Filled Weekly
BY WALLACE IRWIN
HOSPITALITY APPRECIATED
(A PILOT reader sends this 5lip-
rping, which we are glad to re
print. Ed.)
Many Canadians, I am sure,- will
wish to echo the tribute I want
to pay to the generous hospitality
shown by Americans to our boys
when they visit, on leave, across
the border. My son, a sergeant
(navigator) in the RCAF, has just
returned from a four-day experi
ence of this hospitality. A leading
hotel, charged him nothing fori
his bed, or for several meals. He
took a couple of friends out for
dinner to a well-known restau
rant, ate handsomely, and was
presented with a nominal check.
He had similar experiences on the
subway, in shops, at shows, mus
eums, etc. This generosity was so
unobtrusive that he often did not
realize it until afterward, when
it was too late even to say “Thank
you.”
Since this may have happened
to rriany besides my son, will you
kindly publish this note in order
that your American readers may
know how universally their kind
ness is appreciated here and what
a powerful informal stimulus (un
needed, of course) it is giving to
the personal side of Canadian-
United States friendship? I hope
we rqfciprocate in our hospitality
to uniformed, visitors from the
United States who come to To
ronto. —Richard S. Lambert,
Toronto.
A FORMULA FOR PEACE
To the Editor
THE PILOT
The Colonial citizens of North
Carolina anticipated the Conti
nental Congress in their own Dec
laration of Independence. This
urge to independent and con
structive effort to make individu
al liberty a major objective in
our then apparently hopeless
struggle for freedom from politi
cal and economic servitude was
but a prevision of a similar deter
mination of 12 other colonial
groups. Thus encouraged, these
found a common solidarity in
the now revered Declaration of
Independence, subsequently sub
scribed by representatives of
those colonies who pledged there
to their lives, their fortunes, and
their sacred honor.
As a half-way stop between
North and South on the Atlantic
seaboard and an increasingly im
portant center of industrial and
cultural development, Nbrth Car
olina is destined to be a proving
ground for determining the trend
that our domestic economy is to
follow. We have had incursions
of both factions, and some bloody
results, in the contest between'
invested capital and imported
agitators whose purposes were
not altogether altruistic.
If this Nation cannot solve its
own domestic problems on the
basis of justice and square deal
ing, how can we go before the
world as an advocate of these
The home-and-mother song has
been Tin Pan Alley’s golden
hoard, as far back as any of us
can remember. When Paul Dres
ser chanted, “I long to see my
mother in the doorway as she
stood there years ago her boy to
greet”, he moved from poverty
into high finance. Such easy sen
timentalizing of motherhood had
its reaction, even when I was a
boy. Vaudeville smart-elicks
were squawking, “I love to see
my dear old rnawther work.” In
London the big-footed cockney
^comedians whinnied, to loud
laughter, “Just imagine Mother
with ’er legs all bare paddling in
the fountain of Trafalgar Square!
Even Booth Tarkington, in his
satiric youth, invented a burlesque
sob with the refrain, “She was my
mother once in days so long
ago; I’ll not desert her now,
though- her lot has fell so low.”
But the “serious” mother song,
banal and syrupy though it was,
touched something very deep in
the heart of the average lonely
man; men lonely in the “man-
swarm", as Thomas Wolfe called
it. The “where is my wandering
boy tonight?” echoed its question
to the wanderer, nostalgic for'
the homely things, the caresses,
the comforts, even the anxious
bickerings of the woman who cen
tered them.
War has sobered us out of any
small, satiric mood. The home
fires burn, even though millions
of young, hoarse voices are now
too far away to be heard by us,
however eagerly we listen. And
thb mothers, young mothers, mid
dle aged mothers, old mothers
are waiting for that somehow
mystic event we call V-E Day.
Our mothers are doing their
jobs well, I believe and hope.
They must be. The record of our
fighting men on the islands, the
beaches, the rivers and hills all
over this blood-wet world re
veals that our women have not
bred automatons or fanatics, but
freeborn men from freeboril
homes, giving their blood and
sweat to demolish a system which
would tear our family life apart—
as it was torn apart in the Ges
tapo’s slaughter-pens.
The millions of V-mail letters,
flying to war-fronts East and
West, are weighed with blessings
for our soldiers. Or I hope they
are. The brighter gossip of the
city or the town or the farm.
Amusing stories of the neighbors,
who dropped in. How Main
Street looked this afternoon, or
Broadway, or the factory where
Sally is busy as the one-arrned
paper hanger (save the mark)
pounding rivets for the big planes.
How Charlie Johnson still thinks
he’ll paint his house, but hasn’t
got time. The funny story that Mr.
Spindell told last week about los
ing his dog in the subway station.
That, and loads of love. And no
mention of how your heart sinks
every time you look at the clock,
wondering how long. How long?
Spartan is a word which hone
of us like much; it is too much
favored by the Huns and the Jap>-
anese. But this long enduring test
of native strength has bred Spar
tan qualities in our women. They
must have them, or else. . . .
Read of those hundreds of Amer
ican women, yo^m^nd old, frail
and robust, \vB^®ere trapped
for years in a Ja^^^ison at Man
ila. If they were downhearted,
their daily task was not to show
it. They sang their songs, they
had their parties, they grew thin
ner week by week. But the chil
dren they brought in with them,
and those who were born to the
married ones, survived and were
healthy^—the large majority of
them. They were well fed, even
though the women in the camp
were always undernourished.
Here on the home front, where
our cities are untouched by the
vandalism of war and where the
problem of food will never be
more than a small inconvenience,
our women still have their pa
tient work to do; everything
from the humble job of conserv
ing food to the more public one
of buying bonds and contributing
to the Red Cross, and joining the
League of Women Voters’ pa
triotic work. Every compacted
photostatic letter that comes in
with its brave, appealing “Dear
Mom” tells the mother in the
kitchen, in the drawing room, in
the factory, in the office that
the miracles we have accomplish
ed in blood, sweat and tears have
been implemented, if not accom
plished, by the quiet industry of
that American spirit which will
not let us down in time of
trouble. The mother who sits
sleepless, night after night, be
side the fevered child and will not
let him die without her fight for
him, sits by war’s frightful cradle
today ...
So I have slopped over. What
I began as an argument has be
come a sob story—as maternity’s
story too often is. A sob story
with a happy ending, because it
ends in the beauty of the human
spirit.
ADMINISTRATOR'S NOTICE
Having qualified as Adminis
trator with the Will annexed of
Frank B. Pottle, deceased, this is
to notify all persons having claims
against the estate of the said de
ceased to exhibit them to the un
dersigned at Southern Pines, N.
C., on or before the 11th day of
April, 1946, or this notice will be
pleaded in bar of their recovery.
All persons indebted to said es
tate will please make immediate
payment.
This 11th day of April, 1945.
D. G. STUTZ
Administrator, with the Will
annexed of Frank B. Pottle,
deceased.
April 20-May 25 •
NOTICE OF SALE
NOTICE is hereby given that
under and by virtue of the
powers of sale contained in a
certain Deed of Trust executed
by Martha Burnett to Lloyd T.
Clark, Trustee, which Deed of
Trust is recorded in Book 50,
page 276, in the Office of the
Register of Deeds for Moore
County, the debt secured by said
Deed of Trust being past due and
unpaid, and‘the powers of sale
contained therein having become
operative, the undersigned
Trustee will offer for sale and sell
to the highest bidder, for cash,
at the Court House Door in Moore
County at Carthage, N. C., at
the hour of Noon on the 24th day
of May, 1945, the following des
cribed real estate:
BEGINNING at the sputhwest
corner of Lot No. 9 as shown on
the map entitled “Property of
Niagara Realty Company, Niag
ara, N. C., recorded in Book 85,
page 603, and running thence.
South 89-24 East 302 feet;
thence. North 71-55 East 401 feet;
thence. North 40 West 223.5 feet;
thence, North 29-56 West 203.4
feet; thence. North 1-24 East 325.1
feet; thence. North 64 West 232.4
feet; thence, South 64 West 217.4
feet; thence. South 0-36 West
808.4 feet to the beginning, and
comprising Lots 9, 10,'and 11, and
the Burnett tract as shown on
skid map.
Apr. 23, 1945.
LLOYD T. CLARK.
Trustee
Apr 27-M18
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