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THE PILOT. Southern Pines, North Carolina Friday, August 13, 1948. THE PILOT PUBLISHED EACH FRIDAY BY THE PILOT, INCORPORATED SOUTHERN PINES, NORTH CAROLINA ...x,, JAMES BOYD . 1941 1944 Publisher KATHARINE BOYD - . . EDITOR VALERIE NICHOLSON ASST. EDITOR DAN S. RAY - - General Manager CHARLES MACAULEY. . City Adv. C*G. COUNCIL - - - ADVERTISING SUBSCRIPTION RATES ONE YEAR $3.00 SIX MONTHS . . Sl.BO three months . - .7S ENTERED AT THE POSTOFFICE AT SOUTH- ERN PINES, N. C., AS SECOND CLASS MAH. MATTER. MEMBER National Editorial Association AND N. C. PRESS Association KEEP FLIES OUT Now that we have been cleans ed, purified and freed of the worst of our insect pests with DDT, both sprayed and “fogged”, let’s stay that way. This means, first of all, cover ing up our garbage cans. Prob ably one-fourth of Southern Pines residents put their trash and garbage out in grocery car tons, bushel baskets, orange crates and other open containers. Dogs make merry with many of these, and insects are busy with them all the time. It is hardly fair to those who use covered containers for health and safety, to have their neigh bors fail to do so. We respectfully ask the town board: Is there, or 'could there not be, a city ordinance making the use of * covered containers compulsory? Of course the dogs sometimes pry the lids off the covered cans. Flight to Switzerland Mrs. James Boyd, editor of The Pilot, writes more of her Euro pean observations. Since arriving ill SvCitzerland she has visited a camp for displaced children and other places of interest, and promises us an early letter tell ing of them. Brissago, Ticino Switzerland July 22 There is the same atmosphere in all airport terminals. I noticed it at home, and in Europe it is just the same. Dramatic suspense en velops them. Passengers’ names are taken, checked, and re-check- ed; earnest-eyed girls in uniform usher them here and there; time is apparently of the essence. It was the same in the London a fleeting glimpse of the rosier, less regularly built French vil lages, before the clouds come be tween, and, for the rest of the way we ride over a silver fleece. And so it goes for another hour and a half, when we start slowly to descend. Green fields below, low foothills, pine-trees like a mossy cloak; then rocky crags ahead and a river, the Rhone. We wind along it, with a comfortable airport. There was the same pxj ..... ..... tenseness, the same hurry; every but such handicaps to free entry body looked at watches, checked WELCOME. FORESTERS We are happy indeed to wel come to Southern Pines next week personnel of the N. C. For est Service in the Central Caro lina counties, who will be at tending their annual training session over a two-day period. We like foresters. We like the kind of men who decide to be foresters in the first place, choos ing a rugged, tough, outdoor pro fession for their life’s work and fitting themselves for it with rig orous training. We like the Fc^e^ Service, with its interlocking roles of guardian of our forest wealth, enforcer of law and order, fight er of fires, teacher of the young and of all others who need to learn about trees and their care and protection. We are happy to have in The Pilot this week the splendid ar ticle written by District Forester Pippin, telling of his depart ment’s work, and we hope that every Pilot reader will read it all. It’s a great thing the state and the individual counties are doing in maintaining the Forest Ser vice, and as far as we' have been able to determine it is in the hands of a splendid and capable group of men. In general they lead a pretty lonesome sort of life and we like to see them come together to learn, to work, to fraternize and enjoy themselves together. They are valuable friends, ren dering valuable service. We don’t know any group we’d rather have here, nor to whom we would ex tend a warmer welcome. HEROES OR HEELS? Only history can tell if the Dix- ieerats, in forming the States’ Rights party, are making a grand . gesture in the tradition of the noble Southland, or whether they are, with villainish stubbornness in maintaining their stand, cut ting the throat of the party which is the only one which has ever meant anything down here. Some fine people, of the best the South produces, are heading and have pushed this movement —^no Huey Longs nor “Huraman” Talmadges but men and women who believe in the South and her ability to care for her own prob lems in time. Yet Margaret Mitchell’s “Gone With the Wind” portrays as graphically as anything we know what happened once before when Southerners chose to make a great gesture, with their land, and homes and very lives at stake. There is beauty to it yet, but the desolate beauty of a cause most disastrously lost; one which even -a' moderately intelli gently realist, if he could out talk the romanticists, could have shown to be lost in advance. As for cutting the throat of the Democratic party, it appears ob vious that votes for Thurmond will not merely detract strength from Truman, but add it to Dewey, so that an honest vote for the Republican ticket would be a better thing. Statements by the States Righters that they are not aban doning the Democratic party but “forming a new party within its framework” make little sense as this cannot be done. When the two tug different ways it cannot be said that they are the same party, in any sense of the word. It might be well for the States Righters to remember, as the Charlotte Observer so recently and specifically pointed put, that the civil rights programi caimot be made law without being sub mitted first to the states for their approval; that congressional rights in that direction are limited by the constitution; that in abandoning their own party they are going no place at all over town would certainly them with the big clock. A stout discourage them, and they might lady rushed up to the usher and find a good many they could not inquired anxiously “Have I time pry off. Insects are worse than to go to the ladies’ room?” the dogs, especially at this time of year when melon rinds and the leavings of summer fruits and vegetables form a large part of the refuse. What DDT can do was miracu lously exemplified by the sudden disappearance of the peach gnats, at the height of the peach season. One day we were all scratching. The next day—peace and comfort! The absence of flies also, as a re sult of the spraying and fogging, has made life really worth living here again. We know these villains now for what they are. That they make us slap and scratch is the least of their evils. They carry the in sidious virus not only of polio, but many other diseases. Death, disablement and disfigurement are all in their grim cargo, and the Four Horsemen of the Apoc alypse would hang their heads in shame at the record of evil chalk ed up by a swarm of flies. .Let’s keep the flies and other pests out—and let’s be “fogged” again every summer, epidemic or no epidemic. It’s worth every cent it costs. The Public Speaking TO THE VOTERS To the Pilot, Southern Pines. Dear Editor, We would appreciate your publication in The Pilot of the following expression of the posi tion of the Southern Pines school board in regard to the coming county-wide school bond election. It is addressed to the voters of the Southern Pines School Dis trict. The Southern Pines School Board would like to express to you its gratitude for your favor able vote in its recent bond elec tion. We feel that your vote was an indication of your desire for good school buildings in the county. We think that with the completion of our new elemen tary building and the prospect of the new auditorium, cafeteria, and gymnasium our most urgent needs will be met. We have, how ever, other pressing needs, in cluding a gymnasidm for West Southern Pines and a high school building in Southern Pines. It has been our feeling that any county- wide bond issue which pretend ed to care for all of the schools should include these needs. Recently when the county wide issue was first proposed, we requested that our additional needs be met. The 'total request for the three school units ih the county was above the legal limit of the amount of bonds that cotild be issued. As a result, some compromise had to be reached. It was apparent that the opening of the new mill in Aberdeen would create a most critical sit uation. In addition, the Aberdeen Negro School has long been un safe for school children. After carefully studying the various proposals and recogniz ing these two needs as necessary at the present time, your Board suggested that all schools in the county other than Aberdeen withdraw their requests for the time being. The Pinehurst Board of Trustees, Moore County Board of Edutation, and the Board" of County Commissioners agreed to this suggestion Consequently a county-wide election has been called for Au gust 24 at which time you will be asked to vote on a $375,000 bond election for Aberdeen School District. We feel that such an election is necessary and that it deserves the support of the peo- Grains of Sand At the entrance to Mrs. Lena Sweazy’s home on North May street is an unusual step, at the head of a fight of steps leading down to the street. It is of an un usual and handsome stone, and bears an unusual inscription: “Drink deep, nor taste _not of the wiiiu XV, „xvxx X. Pierian spring.” distance from mountains on both Undoubtedly many have stop .all, as the Republican platform!pie of the Southern Pines School IS even more drastic. Some have said it is as well for this “too, too solid” South to split, and be so no more; but not in a cause lost in advance. If the Democratic party stays in, the South still has a chance to make its voice heard in many impor tant ways. If not, it’s goodbye. D strict. Board of Trustees Southern Pines School District DR. G. G. HERR, Chairman N. L. HODGKINS JOHN HOWARTH L. L. WOOLLEY MRS. LOUISE MILLIKEN P. J. WEAVER. Superintendent The girl consulted her watch: “Yes, madame,” she replied: “Just.” Causing me to ponder on the meaning of that “just.” The lady disappeared on the run, to emerge in record time, breathless and slightly disarray ed. She joined the rest of us, perched on the edge of her chair, and then gradually relaxed as the minutes ticked by. The drama continues. Blue- coated officials stride past, frowning at sheafs of papers; they signal back and forth the length of the room. Suddenly the loudspeaker starts to squawk “Cwa-cwa-cwa-shlupl” Everyone looks, nothing happens. If all this is intended to reas sure the passengers, to impress them with the efficiency of the airlines, it is a failure. The air grows more and more tense. Suddeixly the speaker comes through clear. Everyone sits erect and starts to grab bags and pa pers. The speaker says, very, very clearly: “This is a test call only; please do not pay any at tention. Thank you.” The tension breaks in a ripple of laughter, which turns to roars as the squawking voice continues: “one, two, three, four, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. . .” “Thursday, Friday Sat urday, Sunday,” chants the cheerful red-faced Briton beside me, afld grins happily about him. When, a moment later, the speak er starts squawking again as un intelligibly as before, a guffaw sweeps the room. Inefficiency has done a better job of reassurance than all the briskness and drama tic stir. Finally something really does get going; we hear the big mo tors warming up outside and it isn’t long before we are off. A mighty quick start. The pale, pretty (in a sharp-faced sort of way) girl beside me says: “They all have their own style of going up, don’t they? This pilot’s the quickest yet.” “Do you fly much?” I asked. “I’ve been back and forth some,” she says. “My husband’s doing a curd in Switzerland.” It turned out that he was a paratrooper and injured in the chest. He has been in and out of the cure, at a sanitarium up in the high Alps several times, but this time she thinks may be the last; the doctors have been very optimistic. I wonder about her: not very weU-dressed, very deli cate-looking. He’s n6t been able to work, of course. And these cures are very expensive. Her thin face shows deep lines of strain and anxiety when it is in repose. When She talks her eyes are bright and her smile cheerful. How many there must be like that. London has faded below in a smudge of smoke; now we are out over the patchwork fields of Southern England. The plane bumps a good deal and we can feel the pilot taking her up. The stewardess passes around a flight bulletin from Captain Barker, at the controls. It says that it is now 2:25 our time and 13:25 Greenwich time; that we an-e headed for Gejneva, (good news, if hardly surprising). The weather is termed fair but cloudy; in 30 minutes we should pass over Soissons in France, and we are now about to cross the Channel five miles east of Hast ings. The aircraft is a Viking and we are flying at 9,000 feet. Before I finish reading the bul letin, there is the Channel com ing into view below us. So that is Hastings, and we are crossing just about where William the Conqueror did, .going the reverse way, of course, and at consider ably greater speed. And comfort. There isn’t even a bump as we soar out over the blue-green waves, neatly curling below us like the ocean on old maps. Less than ten minutes from the white cliffs to the sandy beach of Nor mandy. Up we go again and get only sides. Before we know it there is the blue Lake of Geneva be low. Out over it in a long wide curve, one wing dropped well aown so we can see tne water and the little boats and then, lonely and solemn on the shore, the white buildings of the League 01 Nations. This is the first time that the complete realization that 1 am in Europe where so much nas happened really sweeps over me. I look at the marble build ings and feel a great surge of wishing; “Don’t let all that be in vam: let us succeed this time.” We land with the same dash with which we went up. “He’s a one!” says my girl friend with a grin. Efficiently, as from long practice, she 'gathers up her things, explaining to me about ped to read, and wonder. One shch inquired of us, about the step, but we had no answers. We have them now, though, from Mrs. Sweazy herself. The stone was carved by her hus band, Victor Sweazy, who plan ned to use it as a mantel in their home. He never got around to putting it in, and it stayed in their garage for about 10 years, until his death in 1940; then Mrs. Sweazy, who was fond of it de cided to use it as a step. It is made of Indiana lime stone, the same as that used in the trim of the Church of Wide Fellowship. Mr. Sweazy, who be fore his retirement had worked for a stone quarrying concern in Pennsylvania, carved the date on the cornerstdne of the church the customs and so forth. But itjwth tools he had kept from those IS easy and no time before I am days. After the church was fin out with"my bags, looking for my friend. There she is calmly hav ing a cup of tea while she waits lor the plane to come in. We load the bags in her big open Buick runabout and head out of town and up the beautiful road running along the side of the lake. It was hot in Geneva and good to get moving in the cool soft air. The towns along the lakeside are almost continuous, with villas and lovely gardens along the water, and the towns themselves so pretty and clean, so like pic tures, one cannot realize they are towns where people live and CEirry on their daily business. We pull up at a simple shop front with cakes and pastries in the window. “My grandmother used to take me here to tea,” my friend says. We go in and, pass ing through the shop, come out in a garden by the water. Little tables stand among the tall rosebushes. We choose one next the water where we can catch the breeze and watch the swans nearby. Then tea comes and delicate flaky tarts with wild strawberries. It would be heav enly at any time, but after the English fare it is beyond words. ished in 1927, a remnant or two of the stone were left, and he brought this one home. For the inscription he selected a favorite quotation (from Hor ace, we think), of which Mrs. Sweazy gives a free interpreta tion: “A little learning is a dan gerous thing.” “Our Episcopal prayerbook, backed up by secular World Al manac, says Easter, 1949, comes on April 17. Other dates all a year off. You see, we read your colyum! DHA-MB.” You are absolutely right! And it isn’t our Catholic prayerbook says ansdhing different. It turns out those tables were just too complicated for our simple wits. We had the right dates, wrong years, and we’re happy now for three reasons: (1) late Easter next year; (2) we’ve now learned to read the tables; (3) we have found that people not only read our “colyum” but check up on it. So thanks, Dorothy Avery and Margaret Bishop! Come out from behind those initials. One of our good friends had a birthday last Friday, and also someone we’d like to have for The afternoon continues with j a friend. . . On August 6 of the the drive up through the Valais, as this canton of Switzerland is called. It is one of the loveliest parts. The river winds through it, the hills rise steeply, covered with vineyards. The hills are so steep that every little piece of ground, planted in vines or other crops, has to be shored up with walls around it. The effect is in describably charming; the neatest possible patchwork of grey walls and changing greens, rising in graceful curves up into the sky, to culminate often, in an old grey-stone farmhouse, or round tower or little church with its square bell-tower soaring. So on to Sion where we spent the night, my first night in Swit zerland, to wake next morning to the sound of bells in the old church on the hill, and the farth er-off, softer bells of the brown Swiss cows grazing high up on the mountainside. From the Rilot files: TEN YEARS AGO C. B. Deane is certified by state board of elections as winner of congressional nomination, af ter investigation of irregularities in vote producing majority for W. O. Burgin. First alarm in two months calls out Southern Pines fire depart ment to brush fire near dwelling being built for Hugh Sicard. Southern Pines Junior Cham ber of Commerce members, pros pective members and Boy Scout Troop No. 4 were guests of Paul Butler at a watermelon feast at his home, to eat watermelons he grew himself. TWENTY YEARS AGO Tom Kelly sells three building lots in Knollwood to Mr. Capps, one to S. B. Murdock, officials of the Seaboard Air Line, both of whom express great confidence in the Sandhills’ future. Peachd^ are selling at depress ed prices on account of the unus ually large crops in Georgia and Arkansas. Pinebluff citizens pledge $500 for development of John Mc Queen’s lake, with possibility that it will be developed as a same/year, Clyde Council of the Pilot staff and Ogden Nash, of poetic fame, were busy being born. . . Their stars gave puck ish wit to both. . . And we can expect to see Clyde’s ads break forth into rhyme (if not rhythm) most any time. . . Wonder if Og den can spell? Grains of Sand’s own movie notes: “Walls of Jericho,” at the Carolina Wednesday and Thurs day, is from the novel by Paul Wellman, whose parents and sev eral brothers live at Pinebluff. . . It’s an extremely talented fam ily, full of accomplishments. . . Paul has never lived here, though he came to'visit last spring, after his novel appeared. . . He was here for a rest before returning to his California home, so we didn’t get to see him. . . Next time better luck, we hope!. . . He’s written a fine, tough book, of a newspaperman in a midwest town. . . It should make an ex cellent picture. And here’s a movie you won’t see in the theatre ads, but Dis trict Forester Pippin tells us the public will be welc;^me. .. A 15- minute Technicolor film of last summer’s disastrous Bar Harbor fire will be shown at the public relations meeting of the N. C. Forest Service training course here next week. . . It will be shown about 11:30 a. m. Tues day, at the American Legion hut . . f Forest Service photographers just happened to be nearby when the fire began. . . They filmed it all, in its drama and terrible beauty. Changes Noted At Sandhill Citizen Ottis Layton, a member of the staff of the Sandhill Citizen at Aberdeen for the past 10 months, has gone to Maxton as editor of the Scottish Chieftain, one of a chain of weekly papers of Robe son and Scotland counties pub lished at Lumberton by Dugald Coxe. Another change is noted at the Citizen office. Miss Gladys Rowe has succeeded Miss Mildred Gar ner as society editor until her re- WCUNC, Greensboro, Th^ Way to a Man’s Heart. .. is through his eyes! Make sure you're always attractively attired. Let us clean your' clothes. . . keep you looking like a heavenly angel to him. Call 6101. Carter’s Laundry and Cleaners Tel. 6101 West New York Avenue SOUTHERN PINES SKYLINE AIRPORT SOUTHERN PINES 3 Miles North On No. 1 Highway Sales — CESSNA — Service CHARTER TRIPS INSTRUCTION — SIGHTSEEING HAROLD BACHMAN- Play Golf at the PINE NEEDLES GOLF CLUB OPEN YEAR ROUND Summer Greens Fees—$1.50 per day Memberships Available GOLF LESSONS CLUB REPAIRS lixcii. XX ..XXX XXX. turn to state fish hatchery according to week to enter on her new job at plan promoted by Alex Fields, 'the Colonial MiUs rayon plant. Southern Pines Restaurants OPENING HOURS CLOSING HOURS HOLLIDAY’S COFFEE SHOP VERY GOOD FOOD CHILDREN'S SERVICE 6 A. M. to 9 P. M. 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