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Page Two THE PILOT—4Sottlhern Pines. North Carolina Friday. June 1. 1 THE PILOT Published Each Friday by THE PILOT. INCORPORATED Southern Pines, North Carolina 1941—JAMES BOYD. Publisher—1944 KATHARINE BOYD . . . . . . . • ^itor VALERIE NICHOLSON Asst. Editor DAN S. RAY General Manager C. G. COUNCIL . . Advertiang Subscription Rates: One Year $4.00 6 Months $2.00 3 Months $1.00 Entered at the Postoffice at Southern Pines. N. C., as second class mail matter Member National Editorial Association and N. C. Press Association “In taking over The Pilot no changes are con templated. We will try to keep it as good a paper as Nelson Hyde has made it. We will try to make a little money for all concerned. Where there seems to be an occasion to use our influence for the public good we will try to do it. And we wilL treat every body alike.”—James Boyd, May 23, 1941. Starting Without Metaphors Commencement speakers are hard put to it these dark days. To look the graduating classes in the eye, complimenting them on their achievements in winning their diplomas and then to invite them out to take their places in the mess that is the world today is a distasteful task. Most of the speakers throw up their hands, confess the failures of their own generation, and then toss the ball into the hands of the nearest graduate with a: “Son, or daughter, do the best you can; it’s your turn now!” The world they have been studying about was a different place. We read the novels of Jane Austen, written during and about the times when England was fighting for her life against Napoleon, and look in vain for any mention of that bloodiest war in all history, as it then was. But we don’t have to go back to the early 1800’s to see a difference; things were different when some of the commencement speakers themselves were coming of age. War was a grim reality to them, but hardly the fateful spectre of global disaster that it is now; there was not then the feeling of balancing precariously on the outer edge of an avalanche. The young people of today are up against it, but in recognizing that fact there is a certain strength. Their decks are cleared for action. Gone are the rosy dreams of past graduations, as gone as the flowery metaphors of the visiting dignitary’s speech. He would not dare offer metaphors to the clear-eyed, rather skeptical, but withal resolute young people who face him across the rostrum of today’s commencement hall. He knows that they know that rosy dreams and metaphors are no good. That’s a gain. There is no “lost generation” here. Everybody is in it together and no one is telling any fairytales or asking for them. This is a time of change, of uncertainty that reaches deep. A great part of the world is in a state of mental slavery, but in the other part, the stirring of men’s minds is almost revolution ary. With this stirring there is an awareness of fundamentals perhaps keener than of yore. Just as things seem more precious when they are almost lost, so the old qualities of courage and honesty and kindness, the sharp values of in dividual thinking, tenacious, shrewd brain-work, and compassionate wisdom shine more brightly today through the fog of doubt and danger. Because they have been almost lost, because they are so deeply needed, their value is be yond price. The light of these old qualities is reflected, in hope and readiness, in the faces of the young people who step up to take the ball and carry it forward. It's Time To Decide tions holding the short end of the stick. This is a time, then, for holding the breath and sitting tight, and that is something it is hard for Americans, of all peoples, to do. We grow restive, at such times, longing to apply a pusli here or a tug there. Right now, though, the best push is the silent one: the push of the thought that says to those who are having to make this decision: “Go ahead; try hard; do your best. The decision is yours and time presses. Free yourselves from the influence of irresponsible party politics and take your stand together.” Something quite different inj nual as “outstanding seniors” . . . the way of birthday parties was i The best all-round girls, by vote given recently at the New Eng- of their schoolmates. . . Another land House. The honoree was exclusive and distinguished honor Cheers and Groans It is evident that something big is brewing in the East. Not only is the news of victory of the UN forces more definite than it has ever been before, but in reports of attempted negotiation on the part of the Soviet Union, transmitted through Sweden, there is evidence that the time is approaching to which we have been looking forward when great decisions are going to be called for. Are we ready to make the decisions: that is something the American people have sf right to know. The MacArthur hearings have brought to the fore the conflicting views on the status of China. While the general himself, in a statement that must have stunned his supporters, appeared to uphold the administration’s thesis,. that Com munist China is Chinese red as opposed to Mos cow red and is . not completely subsurvient to Soviet dictation, the old opinion of the pro- Chiang crowd continues to plague the councils of state. So much so that only last week both Dean Rusk and John Foster Dulles, of the state department, in speeches delivered at the China institute dinner on the same occasion, appeared to be opposing their oym department’s policy. These statements were taken up subsequently by Secretary of State Acheson, explaining that they did not mean just what they seemed to mean, and implying that negotiation with the present Chinese regime was not ruled out, but they have done a good deal of damage. They have contributed to the feeling of uncertainty among our people and have strengthened the belligerent diehards and that segment of the public that turns so easily toward the doctrine of force. » If, as seems now probable, the time for set tlement of the Korean war is at hand, it is vital ly necessary that the administration presents an unbroken front. Through Generals Msushall and Bradley and the president’s own words, it has been clearly indicated that we want to stop the fighting, and to try to work out some sol ution that will be for the best interests of that unhappy region. It has been at least implied that we shall not insist on the liberation and unifying of all of Korea but that we shall re sist any bargaining that leaves the United Na- At a recent conference of editors a discussion of the craft brought condemnation of what was called the “clap-hands” editorial, the kind that begins “we are happy to report...” or “it is wel come news that. . .” There is no clap-hands editorial to offer this week, instead there is a sad-ta-relate and a moaning-and-wailing. It is this newspaper’s mournful task to comment on the doleful fact that the Manly Wellmans are le.aving the Sand hills, actually moving, early this month, up the road to Chapel Hill, sixty-five too many miles away. ' Since they came to Moore County these good citizens have made signal contributions to the life of their own and neighboring communities. Manly Wade Wellman has not remained the aloof author and historian of note, but^has jumped into things with might and main. He has been town clerk of Pinebluff, helped to get scouting going there and supported it might ily. He has been actively interested in the coun ty library and has produced two plays, one his own and the oti^er a Broadway hit, pulled off in real Broadway style. He has been an ardent member of the Moore County Historical Associ ation bringing inspiration to others and, through his recorded researches into local history, mak ing a telling contribution to the archives of this county. In fact, if there wgs anything good going on, from music and drama to politics. Manly Well man was apt to be in the middle of it. As for Mrs. Wellman, her playing has been a delight to her friends while she has spread wide the gospel of music through her many pupils. Perhaps this is a clap-hands editorial • after all. Surely along with the regret at their de parture goes a whole battery of hand-claps testi fying to how much the Wellmans will be miss ed. We hope Chapel Hill will prove delightful, but if it doesn’t. . . we’re saving a few hand claps, just in case. Beame, pet dog of the Misses Bates, proprietors. Pooches of the neighborhood attended the party. One uninvited guest came along, but was made welcome with the others in shar ing the birthday coke, which was serVed on the spacious porch. Gifts, including some delicious bones, were brought to Beanie. All had a wonderful time and the guests considerately left early, as soon as the refreshments had been served, to give Beanie time to enjoy his gifts. for a local girl. Mrs. C. L. Hayes was the lucky lady, and we do mean lucky, whose name was drawn for the beautiful silver bowl at Theo- dota’s spring “party” and showing of lovely things. . . She was the first one, as it happened, to get her name in the box during the gift shop’s three-day event. . . They really - shook that box up well! Bad Weather for Ducks The Insouciant Winner Speaking of bones—there are all kinds: Overheard on a Broad Street corner '(speakers, a dark-com plexioned pair)—“And then I put my bones down on the seat and no sooner had I put them down than he picked up my bones and put them in his pocket, and off he went with my bones,” The Public Speaking HE WILL BE MISSED Whoever sticks his nose out-of-doors, these • early mornings, sniffs the cool dry air and says: “What perfect weather,” is making a bad mis take. The fair weather that so delights him; that sends the golfer stepping along the links and the tennis player romping to the courts, is just about as bad as it can be. Drought which has blanketed the entire south in an arid pall of sunlight and chilly dusty winds, is creating havoc with our agriculture and that means eventually with our economy. If, as the rule goes, an army marches on its stomach, so does a nation. If weather is bad foi: farmers, it is bad for everybody. Here in Moore County, things are beginning to reach a crisis. Crops sown earlier have not matured, many have not come up at all. Repeat ed plantings have still not produced a blade. Many farmers have planted their cotton twice, but the cool nights have checked its growth. It will soon be too late to try again. Tobacco plants which had to be set out when the plants were the right size, have fgiled to catch hold in the dust-dry soil. The cool nights have favored transplanting but the continuing drought now threatens the local crop. Home gardeners are suffering, too. House wives who planned toi fill their Deep Freezes full of garden produce find themselves faced with-a few boxes of peas from; the straggling, already fading rows, and little prospect of the beans, spinach, and okra they always count on. Tomato plants are beginning to droop. This is the smaller scale of food stuffs but it counts a lot in the overall picture. The discouraged, exasperated grower look ing for a reason for all this woe, reads of sun spots, the biggest ever observed, and shakes his head. It seems just apiece with the general cus sedness of things to believe that his friend, the Sun, has gone back on him. We enjoyed reading a story in The New Yorker not so long ago in which a contributor related how he purposely withheld the renewal of his subscription to Time in order to subject himself to the full barrage of the high- pressure sales campaign of that lively newsmagazine’s circulation department. Anyone who has ever been through it knows this is really something. Every stop is pulled out on the organ of salesmanship. The persuasive eloquence mounts over weeks and months until finally the target’s spirit is bro ken, and he is convinced that he cannot struggle on any longer without Time—also, that it mat ters terrifically to Time, which is holding its breath till that re newal comes in. Soon after this story appeared, our own renewal for The New Yorker became due. Now, we don’t know if the editors decided just to be different or what, but this is all we got: “Dear Subscriber: Your sub scription to The New Yorker has only a few weeks to run. We hope that you have enjoyed the maga zine and that you will allow us tc continue sending it to you each week. To avoid interruption of service, in the event that you have decided to re-subscribe, it is important that you fill out the enclosed card and mail it to us with your check at your earliest convenience. Sincerely yours. The New Yorker.” You’d think they didn’t care a bit! (But we renewed!) The Pilot: The sudden death of Tommy Vann was a great shock to me, as it must have been to the entire community. I first became acquainted with Tommy back in the early thirties, through the medium of baseball. In the dark days of the depression, when but few were in a position to indulge in the usual vacations. We turned to baseball as a medi um of entertainment. This brought about the formation of the Moore County League. It was a hard struggle to maintain the organi zation, but through co-operative effort it was successful. Tommy had his part in this development. While he was older than many of the other players, he did play, and played well, for the South ern Pines team. He was easily one of the most popular players in the league. Indeed, it might not be out of order to say that he was the most popidar, not only in his home town but in the other communities. Blessed with an even temper, he never seemed to lose his poise even under tight pressure. His sense of humor, his hearty laugh and his sportsman ship were often the means of end ing hot discussions. Tommy’s friends were and are legion. I have never heard any one speak of him except in a friendly way. He will be missed for himself. He will also be miss ed for his infectious laugh. When one, whose spirits happened to be depressed at the moment, met and talked to Tommy and heard him laugh, it was as good as a potent tonic. My family joins me in extend ing sincere sympathy to Mrs. Vann and the children. ELMER M. SIMKINS One end of telephone conversa tion, overheard at the William and Mary (sundry shop opposite Moore County hospital): “Gene! I have some wonderful news! The X-rays showed it’s going to be TWINS.'. . Gene! Gene? . . Hey, GENE! . . . Where are you? . What happened?” Citizens Anonymous DISGRACEFUL In the Mailbag. . . Note with a Pilot tenewal—-“Just love your paper! Ruth C. C.” That’s Mn. Charles A. Cannon, of Con cord, one of the busiest ladies in the state. . . We’re happy that in her active life and promotion of many worthwhile causes she finds time to subscribe to, and to read, our paper. To the Pilot. I have seen on the street recent ly two, men with decorated “T- shirts” on that are a disgrace. If they have no respect for their wives and families, they should not be allowed to wear them on the street and in the stores where respectable people have to go. CITIZENS ANONYMOUS Let those Yankees who believe that Southern ers are barefooted and illiterate pause in re flection. Shod in a plaid vest, blue shoes with pink shoelaces and chartreuse socks, Irving Belz, age 13, from Tennessee, won the championship of the 24th annual national spelling bee last week. The meaning of his winning word, “insouci ant,” characterized the behavior of Irving who seemed perfectly confident and carefree. His prize is $500 and a trip- to New York. Undoubtedly, $500 is appreciated, even in Ten nessee, but from the trip to New York we can’t imagine what Irving would gain. They can’t even spell up. there. The runner-up, Michael Arating, of Brooklyn, got fancy with the word “cuisine” and tried to put a “q” in it. Heaven knows what he would have done if he had gotten to “insouciant.” They are not only insouciant in Tennessee, but they are smart as well. Irving’s younger brother Saul, age 9, who was sitting in the audience, in answer to the pronouncer’s call of “consomme” unconcernedly answered “s-o-u-p.” If Irving insists on taking his trip to New York and wears his chartreuse socks and pink shoelaces he may have some fun. At least the* Empire State building is worth looking at and the “quisine” is good in Brooklyn. Rep. C. B. Deane, our Eighth district congressman, was one of four leading Tar Heels initiated as honorary members into ODK, national honorary leadership fra ternity, at Wake Forest college last week. . . All those so honored were Wake Forest alumni and “C. B.” in addition served a good many years as a trustee of that institution. . . We know he will wear his golden key proudly, and that he will in turn be an orna ment to the fraternity. Paging Miss Coleman! A lady of that name left an ad with Tire Pilot a couple of weeks ago but failed to give her first name and address. Replies to the ad were to be sent to the Pilot box num ber. Several have' come in, but Miss Coleman has not, and we do not know where to find her. In Bygone Days TWENTY YEARS AGO ■Virgil Clark just misses captur ing pilferer who steals $6 from cash register of Brown and Clark garage. Thirteen boys and 13 girls grad- With Our Students. . . The stu dents are all leaving their respec tive schools now, but we are just Southern Pines High catching up on some of their] t.. honors and activities of the past year. . . Peggy Jean Cameron, a senior at Woman’s college, won an hono'r we believe was not dupli cated by anybody else. . . She was chosen “Dream Girl’ of Theta Chi fraternity at Duke, an accol ade such as most girls would pre fer to Phi Beta Kappa. Louise Milliken was selected as one of a group of eight girls to be pictured in the St. Mary’s an- school. Carl Thompson, Jr., is president of the class of 1931, Blanche Sherman is salutatorian and William Joseph Woodward valedictorian. Hugh McNair Kahler’s experi ment in growing walnut trees is reported coming along well. “ARCie” says: Vacation time is Children’s Time! Drive Carefully. Don’t Be Sorry. CLASS OF’51 IWEWISHYOV -jr and all the good rewards your fine work deserves. 1 I I M I I 1 i 1 I THE VALET The Prudential Insurance Company of America L. T. "Judge" Avery, Special Agent Box 1278 SOUTHERN PINES Tel. 7^ JOHN C. PARRISH Plumbing and Heating Day Phone 6893 Southern Pines Night Phone 6814 L. V. O’CALLAGHAN PLUMBING & HEATING SHEET METAL WOl Telephone 5341 AIRPLANE CHARTER SERVICE Phone 7151 Aberdeen Airport ONE TO THREE PASSENGERS TO AIRLINES OR OTHER POINTS Daylight Flights Only CESSNA AIRPLANES Sales and Sezyice Night 7032—^Southern Pi HAROLD BACHMAN Aberdeen, N Fields Plumbing & Heating Co. raONE 5952 P1NEH1IRST, N. a Ail Types of Plumbing, Healing, (G. E. Oil Burners) and Sheet Metsd Work From the Pilot Files: TEN YEARS AGO Organization of Moore County USO unit is begun, with Walter Ives, N. L. Hodgkins and Mrs. Clara Pushee heading the South ern Pines committee. Moore county is as well organ ized and financed as any in the state, says Wilbur H. Currie, chairman of county commission ers, in talk before Sandhills Ki- wanis club. Dr. C. C. Weaver of Winston- Salem, former president of Emory and Henry college and father of Supt. P. J. Weaver, delivers com.- mencement sermon at Church of Wide Fellowship. 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