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THE PILOT—Southern Pines. North Carolina
Friday. February 1. 1952
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THE PILOT
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1941—JAMES BOYD. Publisher—1944
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—James Boyd, May 23, 1941.
WeU Handled
Whatever niay be thought of the outcome of
the trial of the three paratroopers at Carthage
last week, we believe that Moore County may
congratulate itself on the manner in which the
case was handled. The affair involved white
men and a Negro woman; therefore in it ele
ments of a deeply shocking nature—much that
could have been used to play upon the emotions
and prejudices. Yet in every respect the trial
was conducted with restraint and on
both sides.
Knowing that the case would attract great
attention because of its sensational nature, con
siderable apprehension had been felt by those
who would be taking part in the proceedings
that outside elements might come in to stir up
bad feeling. There was serious doubt whether
a conviction, any conviction at all, could be ob
tained in the face of the prejudice that, it was
faared, might develop. It turned out that such
fears were groundless, to the great credit of all
concerned, including the audience of Moore
County people who packed the com±:oom and
won the commendation of the judge for their
quiet and orderly behavior. The lawyers spoke
to the point and with a minimum of inflamma
tory oratory, the Judge was alert and firm, and
the jury, earnest and attentive throughout, ap
pear to have deliberated with the single purpose
of determining the truth.
Manifestly, in such a case as this the truth is
hard to find. There must remain considerable
doubt whether all the truth was found at Car
thage last week, and that is not to disparage in
the least the efforts made. It is simply to say
that, in such a tragic and terrible relapse into
bestiality, what happened and why it happened
must remain, and perhaps had just as weU re
main, dark as the dark night in which the evil
thing took place.
Strange Things?
In an editorial entitled “Democratic Woes,”
the New York Herald Tribune concludes that
“there are strange things going on among the
Democrats, part comedy, part farce, and part
tragedy.” Could it be the Herald Tribune has
forgotten a fourth ingredient: part, and a big
part, the strong revival of a party that was
never as far down to stEnt with as some thought.
A party that can produce men of the calibre
of those being named today as possible candi
dates foir the presidential nomination has noth
ing much wrong with’ iti Take the two, most
often mentioned: Stevenson and Kefauver, they
are among the best men in the couiitry: vigor
ous, intelligent, idealistic, courageous.. Each has
proved' his ability, each is a leader of men, each
holds the respect not only of members of his
own party but of the opposition. Back of them,
in second rank of consideration, are the two
Douglases: Judge William O. Douglas ahd Sen
ator Paul Douglas. Perhaps unavailable because
of their own choice, they stand equally high in
the opinion of men. The adjectives: idealistic,
courageous, intelligent, that fit the first two,
are equally appropriate to them.
There can be an embarrassment of riches, but
the fact that the riches are there is proof posi
tive that the Democratic party hcis not lost its
vigor. In fact, we believe there has seldom been
a time when so many men of such high char
acter and ability have been mentioned, from one
party, for a presidential nomination.
Is it possible that the Herald Tribune made
an error in the title of its editorial? Should it
have been called “Republicam Woes?”
Whai Nexl For DPs?
On December 31st, the International Refugee
Organization (IRO) which had been operating
for the past six months on money saved during
its existence, came to the end of its funds. On
that final day, the last visa was issued to a Dis
placed Person under the current law. What is
to happen new to the estimated 1,500,000 refu
gees, increasing yearly by 15, to 30,000, still left
in over-crowded Europe? This is the appalling
human question that faces us as responsible
human beings.
Nothing has been definitely decided. The
United Nations have been appealed to for a sum
of mon<*y sufficient to handle starvation and
emergency needs of the refugees, but, to date,
their fate is uncertain. There are rumors that
another organization is to be created to handle
this problem, though the fact that IRO itself,
which has done such a good job, should not be
continued, is a disquieting omen. It looks as if
this human question were not being treated
with the urgent sympathy and wisdom it so vi
tally deserves.
It is America to which all are looking, to take
the lead, but our record thus far is not encour
aging. Although the United States has taken
some 300,000 DP’s, considering the size and
wealth of our country we have fallen far be
hind in doing our share. There are still 30,000
DPs, who have their US visas, who are being
held up because of lack of resettlement oppor
tunities: hundreds of sponsors are still needed.
But it is the larger unfinished responsibility
about which Americans should be thinking and
acting: the responsibility that is constantly
growing as more and more refugees escape
from Iron-Cur^in countries.
We must do better than we have done, for it
is a shameful fact that we have insisted on con.
ditions of entry that have needlessly disquali
fied thousands of would-be immigrants and that
it has been overcrowded, under-fed Britain, Hol
land, Belgium, Denmark, as well as Switzerland
and the Scandinavian countries, that have open
ed their homes and heaurts to everyone: to the
old, the sick, the blind, to whom we have re
fused entry.
But there is no doubt that the DP question
has not been truly understood in America. It’s
terrific urgency has not been stressed: the
shocking conditions in which these people have
to live in Europe’s camps, and their increasingly
desperate state of mind. Too often, also, things
have gone wrong because of lack of preparation
and understanding here. American sponsors, in
applying for DPs, have expected to get robust
peasants, hard-working, eager to do their best.
Instead, all too frequently, their DPs have been
exhausted, bewildered, undernourished, in a
state of near apathy, and, instead of being full
of gratitude they may even have shown suspi
cion and dislike of their employers. This is a
shock, naturally, but if the employer knew what
lay behind it, he would understand. The fact is,
for six or eight or ten years, in some cases for
much longer, these people have led an existence
of complete instability. They have lived in
camps, or caves, have begged for their food or
looted for it; they have been herded hither and
yon, have had nothing to look forward to and
only memories of horror behind them. Until
they reached friendly hands, many suffered
from brutal treatment, while even in the IRO
camps, due to the numbers of them, the infin
ite complications and the lack of funds, their
treatment could only be in the mass. During all
this time, it must be remembered, the DPs had
no steady work at all. There is little doubt that
what most of them need is a period of recupera
tion and reeducation before they can take up
normal living and working again.
In considering the problem of whether
we should open our doors to more of these wan
derers, the average American will look on it as
a duty, a humane and urgent world-need. But
there is a brighter side of the picture. This coun
try has acquired men and women of character
and skill and great talent among the refugees.
In the struggle against communism, it is
thought that the 5,000,000 DP letters, written
to their families and friends still in Iron Curtain
countries, have great propaganda value. Many
DPs, of course, are taking an active part in the
Voice of America and Radio Free Europe pro-'
grams. As fon the cost of the -thing, it is esti
mated that the resettlement of a DP costs
$229.41, a sum that would be paid back in in
come taxes in less than three years.
It is to be earnestly hoped that the end of
IRO will not mean, as must seem likely to-
these wretched people, the end of them. As we
ponder what should be done, as the delay goes
on, with this human problem pushed to the
background behind so many other things, these
people wait, the old ones, listless, hopeless, the
younger ones and those with children in an
agony of worry and despair as they go on wait
ing for something to happen to them.
Grains of Sand
"Oh, dear, your slip is showing
. . . 'this time in big black letters,
“The Gommon Gold” . . . If he,
hardly believe my eyes,” writes
“Reader” (otherwise nameless) on’
a card postmarked Pinehurst.
And WE, could hardly believe
OURS—that “Reader” had so mis
read and misconstrued the caption
of The Pilot’s editorial last week,
“The Common Gold” ... If he,
or she, would read all the way
to the end, we believe that she,
or he, would catch the point.
It isn’t, dear Reader, that our
slip showed. . . But your sense of
humor slipped.
again.
“I imagine there is plenty of
pingpong going on at DeCostas’
now. I manage to keep up with
some of the news as I am still tak
ing The Pilot. Give my regards to
all the gang. Sidney Bullock, Rose
Hill Farm, Kearneysville, W. Va.
Make the Punishment Fit the Crime
Moore County’s two recent sensational cases,
that of the three paratroopers tried for rape and
the recorders’ court case of the. shooting in the
upper part.of the County, offer food for thought.
The legal profession especially, could, we be
lieve, find them worthy of study. For in both
there appears to have been what might be call
ed a miscarriage of justice in that the punish
ment does not truly fit the crime.
There is little doubt, for instance, that too se
vere a mandatory sentence may deter a jury
from assuming its full responsibility. That, it
would seem, was the case in the trial of the
paratroopers. 'The three soldiers might have
been found guilty of rape, and in many people’s
minds, and doubtless in those of some of the
jury, that is what the verdict should have been,
but such a verdict carried the mandatory pen
alty of death: no jury in the world, we believe,
would have sent those three young men to their
deaths on such groimds. But if the punisfiment
had been less severe, or left to the discretion Of
the judge, the verdict might have been differ
ent.
The other case, of the young men who in
dulged in wanton shooting, that nearly wrecked
the home of a perfectly innocent man and his
wife and gravely endangered their lives, is in
a different category. Here the law is lamentaMy
weak. Such an offense is classed merely as a
misdemeanor. You can do all the shooting you
want, it appears, so long as you don’t actually
' injure anyone, and still avoid a jury trial.
In one case the punishment is too heavy; in
the other too light; and why? Our guess is that
the laws governing both, were written at a time
when our part of the country was in the grip of
violent emotions: fear and hatred were abroad
in the land and folks lived a pretty lawless ex
istence. On the one hand, sudden attack and vio
lence was a real and desperate danger and, on
the other, if the boys did a little hell-raising
and wild shooting that was only to be expected:
nobody paid much attention. The result was the
fearful penalty of death attached to rape as a
crime, and the irresponsible and dangerously
light classification as a misdeiiieanor of what is
certainly near-criminal behavior.
Both these cases, it would seem, present to the
law-makers a clearcut need to do some over
hauling of the law with the object of making
the punishment more nearly fit the crime.
Colmnnist Ruaik Bradfords in
trouble with former good friend
Bernard Baruch not long ago be
cause of a column he meant in
fun, apologized desperately, “My
old boss used to say "A newspaper
is no place to be subtle’ ”... Once
in a while we wonder if this is
true.
However, for one reader who
failed to get it, a lot of people
got a lot of fun out of “The Gom
mon Gold” last week.
Nice hearing from you, Sidney,
and when you write Stan, give
him the best, from all of us. . .
You have lots of friends here and
we miss you. . . We hope that tax
refund check was a good one, and
that both of you will soon be back
among the tennis and pingpong
crowd in Southern Pines.
From our friend the Cracker
Barrel we learn that Gen. George
C. Marshall. Pinehurst resident,
recently pinch-hit for one of his
friends, representing him in a
local matter of interest here.
The friend was Prime Minister
'Winston Churchill' of Great Brit-
The local matter concem-
■With a number of fine and
worthy causes needing help, the
Southern Pines Lions were not
sure at first which to choose for
their benefit basketball game,
held at the gym 'Wednesday night
of this week.
Each cause exerted its own
special appeal. . . And also, of
course, there was the Lions’ con
tinuing project of aid to the blind.
Hearing the discussion, some of
the Airmen from USAFAGOS,
whose team was to take part in
the affair, spoke up: “If we had
a vote we’d like it to go for the
school bus fund. . . The school has
been mighty fine to us, letting us
practice in their gym, and we’d
like to be able to do something in
return.
‘Whatever you choose,” they
said, “will suit us fine and we’U
play our best. . . But we’d like to
help those schoolkids, if we
could.”
So that’s the way it was.
The fine black cocker spaniel
belonging to Johnnie Hall still
hadn’t been found, early this
week, but a lot of folks are look
ing out for hirri and Johnnie had
hopes of getting him back before
long. . . He’s been seen in town
and also out near Manly.
He has long wavy black hair, a
white streak under his chin and
great big feet. . . And he answers
to the name of Butch.
Butch left home after a stray
police dog moved in and had five
pups in his doghouse. . . Can’t say
we blame him much,
Johnnie begs that anyone who
sees Butch around kindly let him
know. . . And in the meaiitime,
does anybody want any pups?
“They’re mighty cute,” he urges.
“Some look like bulldogs, some
look like bird dogs and some look
like I don’t know what.”
am.
Mrs. George J. Jenks of Highland
road. Southern Pines, who has
long been an ardent admirer of
Mr. Churchill and has collected
many press photographs and clip
pings of him.
Last week General Marshall,
who was aware of this interest,
and had communicated the fact to
Mr. Churchill, received for Mrs.
Jenks an autographed copy of Mr.
Churchill’s new book, “'Painting
as a Pastime,” also a signed photo
graph to be presented to Mrs.
Jenks on the Prime Minister’s be
half.
General and Mrs. Marshall call
ed on Mrs. Jenks to give her the
book and the photograph.
Also, we learn from the Crack
er Barrel, Mrs.- Marshall has just
received the first copy of the Jap
anese edition of her book, “To
gether,” which has gone into its
second printing over there. It has
a colorful jacket containing a
view of the Marshall’s Leesbixrg,
Va., home. Inside, you read from
the back of the book to the front
—if you can read Japanese. “To
gether” has already appeared in
American, British and French edi
tions, and in a special Australian
printing.
In last week’s Life is proof of
what we have known all along—
that Golf World, our Pinehurs“
neighbor, is a magazine of dis
tinction.
Before us is an advertisement
of That Well-Known Series. Man
of Distinction therein portrayed
is Fr^erick J. Corcoran, well-
known sports executive and for
mer tournament director of the
Professional Golfers association.
He stands in relaxed pose, with
an expression of quizzical deter
mination on his face and a high
ball in his hand.
On the table before him is a
trophy, a book on golf, ^and a
couple of golf m^fiszines. Golf
World is one of them.,
'The picture was made by the
famous Karsh of Ottawa.
The big black Cadillac with the
No. 1 license plate was parked
one lunchtime last week in front
of Hamel’s restaurant, indicating
that Governor W. Kerr Scoil was
somewhere in the vicinity.
He was—over at Pinehurst,
where , the N. C. Dairymen were
convening. Besides riding in the
No. 1 car. Governor Scott is a No.
1 dairyman.
Lunching at Hamel’s was Har
old Minges, the Governor’s pa
trolman-chauffeur who in his way
is almost as famous as his boss.
And while her husband was at
tending sessions with his fellow-
dairymen Tuesday, Mrs, Scott
went about the feminine business
of shopping. At the Sandhills
Woman’s Exchange she bought
the unique Roosevelt quilt, made
by one of the Exchange donors,
recording in its design the election
successes of the late President
Roosevelt.
Radio “hams” Of the country
are making up a purse to buy a
new radio for their famous fel
low-ham, Capt. Kurt Carlsen, to
take the place of the one which
went down with the “Flying En
terprise”. . . So that when the
heroic captain gets his new ship
—a bigger and better “Flying En
terprise,” the owners say, they
can continue to converse with
their friend of the airwaves as he
sails the seas.
School Cafeteria
MENUS FOR WEEK
(Subject to Minor Changes)
February 4-8
MONDAY
Spiced Ham Sandwich
Mustard or Catsup
Spanish Style Pinto Beans
Buttered Spinach '
Cherry Jello, Whip Topping
Milk
TUESDAY
In the Mailbag. . . “It was nice
of you to take the time to write
and let me know about the tax
refund. They could have found us
easily enough if our last name
hadn’t been lost in the shuffle.
Anyway, I have written to them
and I certainly thank you.
“Stan is overseas, attached to
the 3rd Division in Korea. I have
gotten a job in the local hospital
to help keep me occupied while
he is away. We miss Southern
Pines ever so much. We still call
it home, though, and as soon as
we can manage it we’ll be back
Vienna Sausage and
Potato Casserole
Buttered Rutabaga Turnip
Stewed Prunes
Com Bread, Margarine
Milk
WEDNESDAY
Tomato Juice
Peanut Butter Sandwich
Deviled Egg Half
Buttered Lima Beans
Tapioca Cream Pudding
Milk
THURSDAY
Grilled Boneless Pork Chop
Whipped Potatoes
Buttered Snap Beans
Wheat Bread, Margarine, Honey
Milk
FRIDAY
Blackeye PeEis, Minced Onion
Turnip Greens
Whole Orange
Cocoanut Bars
Cheese Biscuits, Margarine
lyiilk
BIRTHS
At Moore County Hospital:
January 22—Mr. and Mrs.
Austin Everhart, Cameron, a boy.
January 25—Mr. and Mrs. J. L.
ie HoUyfield, Vass, a girl.
January 24—Mr. and Mrs. L. L.
Meinnis, Rockingham, a girl.
January 21—Mr. and Mrs. J. L.
'McIntyre, Eagle Springs, a girl;
Mr. and Mrs. E. D. Phillips, Glen-
don, a girl.
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