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THE PILOT—-Southern Pines. North Carolina THE PILOT Published Each Friday ^ THE PILOT, INCORPORATED Southern Pines, North Carolina 1941—JAMES BOYD, Publisher—1944 KATHARINE BOYD VALERIE NICHOLSON ..... DAN S. RAY General Mmager C. G. COUNCIL Advertising | Subscription Rates: . One Year $4.00 6 Months $2.00 3 Months $1.001 Entered at the Postoffice at Southern Pines, N. C., as second class mail matter will and works with a will, making the track true, packing the good clean ballast firmly be tween the ties. To listen to their singing as it wafts across our streets is to think of the great contribution of the Negro race to the world’s music and beauty, and to feel a thrill of pride to think of this native music being created here right in our midst. Grains of Sand Member National Editorial Association and H. C. Ptw Asaeciatien “In taking over The Pilot no changes are con templated. We will try to keep this a good paper. We will try to make a little money for all con cerned. 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 everybody alike." —James Boyd, May 23, 1941. Again—^The Sharpe Appointment The Pilot last week published a letter' from Bob Harlow of Pinehurst stating that Van B. Sharpe, wbo was recently appointed Assistant Small Defense Plants Administrator, had been “hurt by references in The Pilot to his tax sit uation. He produced documentary evidence to , - ^ prove the government had sent him a refund man, a Navy ® ior 1952 and it was hardly likely the govern- 1 young veterans of Korea, who ment would pay him a refund if he was in ar- When Dorothy Swisher was Last week, “Funny Experi- crowned National VFW Beauty ences” dealt with a happening of Queen in New York City last the European tour undertaken summer (a never-to-be-forgotten iit>t sumuier by J. Talbot Johnson, event in the annals of her home Aberdeen attorney, and Mrs. town of Southern Pines!) the pag- Johnson. . . The story really made ent committee gave her a grand us laugh and laugh. . . It related whirl around New York as prize . . . However, they knew that for a beautiful young girl, night clubs, shows, etc., required a dash ing young escort. . . At hand were three potential escorts—an Aray Investigate the Homes Because of the death of a young girl in a so- called nursing home near Aberdeen, this insti tution is n6w to undergo an investigation. A preliminary report from the county sanitarian states that no state sanitary requirements were being met and that the home was operating without a license. The case has much in common with that of the convalescent home in West Southern Pines which was closed last year following disclosure of conditions there by the Pilot. Though in that case the operator held a state license, specified sanitary requirements had not been met and the home continued to operate. Apparently no regular inspections were made. Conditions were bad and there is little doubt that the inmates suffered from lack of heat and proper care. As in the case of the Aberdeen home, it took a death to bring about exposure of conditions. It seems entirely wrong that a regular system of inspection is mot in force to insure that stan dards set by the state are adhered to. These two places were well known by the Health and Wel fare departments of the county. Workers^ from both departments had visited them and, in the case cf the West Southern Pines home, had. reported unfavorably as to conditions there. The fact that the Aberdeen home was operated by a religious sect of unusual beliefs might well have alerted officials as to the need for es pecially close supervision. Moore County’s new coroner is to be sincerely commended for his prompt report to the authorities, but it should not have required a death and a coroner s re port to bring about an investigation. Nursing homes are very necessary institutions and we need more of them; they can perform a deeply beneficial service. But it is. just as nec essary that they be well run as it is that our hospitals maintain high standards of operation. It is certainly oup duty to see that the old and sick and destitute people who are placed in them are well taken care of. It is to be hoped that the recent exposure of conditions in the Aberdeen home inay spur on those officials whose responsibility it is to look after such matters to make an immediate sur- * vey of all such places in the county, including family boarding homes, to see if they are meet ing state requirements. It should not require another death to stir them to action. Native Music We listen to Burl Ives and other singers of na tive music, we collect records of mountain tunes and hill-billy songs and Negro spirituals, we read books about the fascinating adventures of those who go hunting for such native material. How many know that right here in Southern Pines within the past few weeks, they have been hearing native music being made and sung? How many heard it: the long-drawn call of the leaderman out on the Seaboard right-of- way, the answering chime of the workers and then the clink, clink, clinkety-clink of thp lining-bars under the rails, getting set for the big “hegh!’’ as the work-gang throw their shoul ders into the weight of the steel rails, at the command cf the foreman. How many heard that native music: the same kind of worksong that has been made by the Negro people for ages, immemorial, to help them do their work. The Seaboard Airline extra gang, that is working on the 10 miles of double track now being laid, consists of the general foreman, H. G. Crump, Assistants Land and Minor, and forty workers. The boys are from South Caro lina but Mr. Crump says that he is a Georgia cracker. He has been working for the Seaboard for 22 years and many of his men have been with him for a good part of that tune. During most of these years the minor cadence and stir ring rhythm of the worksong has floated out through the woods and fields from the men working on the railroad, laying the track straight and true. It starts with six or eight or ten men of the gang lined up, in two rows beside the rails, the leaderman at their head and the foreman about 30 feet down the track. All the lining is done by eye, apparently, in response to signals from the foreman; move her this way or that way. At a call from the leader, the men put the ends of their crowbars, or lining-bars, under the rails. Holding them by the ends, rather loosely, they start an accompaniment to the chant: clicking the bars up against the steel rails. The rhythm is intricate; they rattle the bars together in perfect time, click them against the rail, drop a beat, catch the rhythm again. And then they break into the chant. The tune, if you can call it a tune, is mournful, stemming from the jungle of Africa in its haunting ca dence. There is despair in it, fierceness, and the throb of weariness; yet, too, the exultant beat and pulse of strong muscles working to gether, getting on with it, making that track straight. • ... The Seaboard Extra Gang No. 2 sings with a ream. Mr. Sharpe’s influence must be even greater than we thought—how anyone can get a refund on 1952 taxes this early we don’t know. The taxes to which The Pilot referred were those of 1943 and 1944, and included both in come taxes and withholding taxes on the Car thage Weaving Plant payroll. Of course he had paid them. Uncle Sam has a way of getting paid or you go to prison. It took several years to get them paid, with a padlocking of the Sharpe plant and a re-audit which scaled the bills down to one-fourth, but they got paid, with no credit due Mr. Sharpe. Mr. Harlow also notes that the Carthage Weaving plant was for three years “one of the very few institutions keeping people off the dole in this community.” There was little ques tion of “dole” in those years of full employ ment. Also—what dole? We know of no dole ex cept state unemployment compensation, paid from reserves of employer and employee con tributions. These contributions, Mr. Sharpe fail ed to pay for the years in (question, and the State of North Carolina got several judgments against him and all have not yet been paid. It strikes us as odd that Messrs. Harlow and Sharpe ignore the rest of the picture, which shows that Van Sharpe’s operations in private enterprise have been disastrous, marked by a reckless disregard of other people’s money; ir responsibility in paying off debts, or incurring new ones; the use of politics and eyery techni cality of the law in staving off the day of reck oning. We are not against Mr. Sharpe personally, and we appreciate his undoubted talents. We feel, however, that some way should be found to em ploy them in private enterprise; and that the place for him is definitely not on the public payroll, through political appointment. It is just such appointments as these which have given politics a bad name today, and have the present Administration, and perhaps the very nation, fighting for its life. Though promo ted this time frohi the grass-roots rather than from the top, it is the kind of thing which causes confidence in the very structure of government to be lost. young were representing their respec tive services at the National en campment. They drew lots to see which should have the honor of squir ing the beauty... The Marine won out, and from all accounts made a delightful escort. Shortly afterward the Marine, Duane SL John, who lives in New Jersey, was mustered out of the Corps and returned to his studies at Washington and Lee university at Lexington, Va. . . . And Doro- they entered college, too, taking up her pre-med studies at Ohio [state U., Columbus. They’ve been corresponding. • . lAnd last weekend Dorothy flew to Lexington as Duane’s guest for jthe annual Fancy Dress Ball, a great social event for Washington I and Lee and the state of Virginia. We doubt if any romantic con- 1 elusions can be drawn from this, las far as Dorothy is concerned She has lots of beaux, and a jgirl who’s plaiming the study of medicine is not going to be easily deflected by a random dart from Cupid’s bow. . . But we’re sure I that both she and Duane had a wonderful time, and that our love- |ly Queen Dorothy was the belle of the baU. how Talbot went shopping alone -n an Italian city, to buy presents | for his anticipated ^andchild. . He bought what he thought were I two charming little lacy bonnets and found he was the possessor of an extra fancy ladies’ brassiere. And a week or two ago Bill Sharpe came out with a story we have been anticipating with inter est. . . On the Carolina Orchid Growers, a unique and fascinating business, and Mrs. W. A. Way, jts| charming proprietor. Along with the story, and pic-1 ture of Mrs. Way, there was also published a picture of a new or chid recently developed at the| greenhouses, as yet unnamed. With the orchid itself offered as] prize for the name Mrs. Way liked] best. She told us last week the re-| sponse was simply staggering . Entries forwarded to her by The] State numbered two or three hun dred, with more coming every day . . . She had not yet been able to choose a name, and probably would not until she was sure all] entries were in. There were all kinds of names,] beautiful, luliicrous, poetic and picturesque. . . With many sub mitting the same . . . What inter-] ested and puzzled her however, was, ‘"Why do they do it? Do that] many people really want an or-] chid?” Our guess is that they do. Many people have never h^d an] orchid all their own. . . Also, people love to test'their skill in contests, and this one was un-] usual, to say the least. News of illness, operations, etc. I are generally items for our col league Bessie Cameron Smith in getting up her society page. However, we have one on hand which seems to rate special treat ment, and we want aU to share the pleasure of the patient in the successful outcome of his opera I tion. It reads: "Grady Patterson age 110 has returned to school after a nose operation at Moore Co. hos pital after carrying around a big I nose for me.” distinguished Mice From the Chandeliers The time is rapidly approaching when sorhe- thing will have to be done about scientists. There is no doubt that they are extending the scope of their inventions beyond all reason. Wliile one group goes into a huddle and comes out with the atomic bomb, another, as we have just read in the news, invents mice with hooked tails. The possibilities are almost equally terrifying. While the bomb will probably blow a good many people to bits, the mice, equipped with such capabilities for hideous activity, wUl un doubtedly drive the rest of the world crazy. Consider the present state of things as regards mice. One mouse alone, armed with nothing more unusual than his four feet, snuffy nose and whiskers, and straight tail, given the smallest scrap of paper can, in the dead of night, make a noise like twenty rending, tearing tigers. Fur- nisiied with a shred of dried leaf in the fireplace, one mouse can create a rustle to outdo ten grass- skirted hula dancers. Give that mouse a bit of cracker. . . and you don’t need to give it to him, he’ll find it and get it out of the sealed box with the ease of a Houdini. . .allow him the merest crumb and you have a munching, a rat tling, a rolling matched only by the todo in the weaving-room of the Robbins Mill, j That’s an everyday, common-or-garden, 1 mouse. With the tail straight as a nasty string. But put a hook in that tail, and you turn a week-old baby into Hitler. It’s obvious. The non-scientific mouse is on the floor. His horrid adventures are confined to one plane, but if he’s got a hooked tail, he can go anywhere. Given the mouse’s incredible ability to be in the wrong place, where no mouse should be, doing things no rriouse, or any decent creature, should do, the thought of widening his sphere of activ ity is too much to be bom. He will swing from the chandelier, hook him self into the window shade, use his tail to hoist himself up the bedpost and sit eating crackers over your head. He and his mates, linked tail to tail, will turn trapeze artists and perform dizzy swings about the room. He will probably be able, once and for all to defeat the trap that might control him by hooking his tail carefully to the top part before reaching for the cheese. And, ladies, there wiU be no use climbing on chairs; he wlil come hooking right up, tail over' tail, after you. They say that it is fatal to set any controls over scientists. Even the security measures now in effect in atomic energy plants are frowned on as seriously hampering the effectiveness of the work. That is all very well when dealing with atom ic energy mouse energy is something else. It is high time a law were passed to put a stop to aU such dangerous research and meddling with creation. Natural mouse is bad enough. Three distinguished Moore County citizens have recently rated special attention in The State magazine. . . We are pleas ed at the honor that has come to them, and have enjoyed the stories about them. Carl Goerch. in his interesting department “Funny Experiences,” as a boy stayed with his ill moth er while others of the family went out to shoot quail for her. . . The doctor said that was what she should have. . . The hunting party came home empty-handed—whUe in the meantime Bruce caught one which flew into his mother’s bedroom, killed and cooked it for her. Friday, February IS, 1952 JONES FUNERAL HOME Laurinburg, N; C,—^Tel. 814 624-1 • JOIN JONES MUTUAL BURIAL ASSOCIATION Ambulance Service Day and Night Tombstone Agent Lady Attendant And here’s our friend "Reader" again sending a card postmarked “Pinehurst” ... As we’ve said, we | ususiUy pay no attention to anony mous communications, but “Read-] er” is different. . . We rather like her (him?) especially when he (she?) combines her (his?) sharp inspection of our columns with a] sense of humor. “Perhaps my ‘sense of humor’] slipped again (as in previous ref erence to the Common Gold’) but —How about that ‘base’ section of nose for almost 10 years its back jthe Madrigal Singers as men- to normaL Thanks no more big tinned in today’s Pilot?” Reader] 'wants to know. Well—once in. a while, you] know, the two are interchange able! To another anonymous writer, ] sending a letter on current affairs last week, we’d like to state; The reason your letter wasn’t publish ed was not that we are a “Fair Deal” paper, but that you didn’t sign your name . . . 'Whether the | wrote upf an incident in the life names are published or not, the of Bruce Cameron, of Manly, who letters must bear the writer’s | name . . . All newspapers that we | know of require this. We still have your letter, and ] if you wish to let us know who] you are it wOl be published . . For those who wish to accept no ] responsibility for what they write, | The Pilot certainly won’t, no mat ter what topic they write about] or which “side” they’re on. Manufacturing The World’s Finest First Quality 54 and 66 gauge * also black heels Nylon Hosiery at mill prices Aberdeen Hosiery Mills Co^ Inc^ Pinehurst Road Aberdeen, N« C. The Prudential Insurance Company of America L. T. "Judge" Avery, Special Agent Box 1278 SOUTHERN PINES TeL 2-4353 L. V. O’CALLAGHAN PLUMBING Se heating SHEET METAL WORK Telephone 5341 DRIVE CAREFULLY — SAVE A LIFE! n [ATTRESS RENOVATING Leatherette and Plastic Upholstering Mattresses and Springs Made to Order Cotton and felt mattresses con verted to Innersprings. Work guaranteed. One day service. LEE MATTRESS AND SPRING CO. Ralph Lee. Manager South Main SL TeL 1089 Laurinburg. N. C. or Mrs. R. E. Crafts Serv. Sta. on US No. 1. Phone; 2-4822 Smoky: A Good Citizen By Wallace Irwin |“She does that every morning. Goes to the postoffice, gets the (Editor’s Note: The ^ilot wel- paper and fetches it back to her comes back to these pages Wal- boss. lace Irwin, who used to send us I wondered if she took the his column, “The Sandbox”. It Southland keys with her and was full of gritty, witty bits of 'mlocked the box, but Len chaff, flinty barbs with a cutting had faUed to find out. My Tish, edge,’ and, along with the digs and who furnishes feminine curiosity the foolishness, a good many pearls for our family, rang up the hotel of mellow wisdom. There were j and had a talk with Mrs. Harring- also those pieces about dogs.Uofi, mistress of this wonder. The Meandering along, as our dogs dog’s name is Smoky, due to her meander along the streets, they classic markings of black and sil- filled with delight the heart of ver. No, she doesn’t go to the post- many a dog-lover. Which means, office all by herself and unlock we would guess, just about every- the box. However, she waits out- one in this town. Now comes a side for the bellboy who carries dog piece, by no means meander- the mail, follows him to the post ing, but in tune with the brisk office where she picks up her and forthright nature of its sub-1 morning burden, the newsnaner, ject. We believe our readers will and totes it back to Mrs. Harring- adrtiire Smoky in print as much ton, giving no heed to admirina ADEN SCHOOL OF DANCE Old VFW Clubroom N. E. Broad Si., Straka Bldg. Ballet : Tap : Acrobatic Ballroom Phone 2-8224 HAVE YOUR CLOTHES CLEANED rAlXT D. C. JENSEN Where Cleaning and Frices Are Better! 3 it as many of them admire her in real life.) Slowly, watchfully, as one aware of dangers lurking for the trusted courier, every handsome strangers who throng from the] Dime Store or Hayes’s. Mrs. Harrington, proud as she] should be of Smoky, says that she is not only a reli9ble chore girl hair from nose to tail bristling but she knows her arithmetic with awareness, she rounded the corner of New Hampshire Ave- ue, made her steady way past the Police Station, the ABC store and up the steps of the Southland Hotel. She was an Alsatian of the po- wonderfully for her age. She can count, add and subtract. If you a=k her how old she is, she backs four times. How old were you last year? Three backs. How old will] you be next birthday? Five barks. We didn’t ask if the Wonder] lice dog kin and in her mouth. Dog is the mother of wonder she carried Duty, a folded news paper. When the horde of idle dogs, with nothing to do but in terfere with serious business, scampered around making frivo lous noises, the courier didn’t Dups. If so. her off'cming should be intellectuals, differing from some intellectuals I know, since they would be both industcious ^nd obedient. . . Perhaps such of our local youngsters as are too iKichols $2.10 pint $3.35 fifth take the trouble to growl; she proud to mow lawns after school merely turned disdainful eyes and hours, should sit at the feet of went on with her job. jSmokv and get a few tips on use- Len, who drives me, giggled, ful citizenship. IlnM Whiiktp l( froaf, 30% Whisktr, 10% Grain Neutral Spirits. I AustinaHicKols ^ ■ 6Co. Inc. BROOKLYN-NEW YORK
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