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Which Way?
The decision of these Southerners who formed ,
‘‘Citizens for Eisenhower” clubs to perpetuate
this organization is a development in Southern
politics that will be watched with interest. The
direction which this group will take is uncer-
tjin and will doubtless remain so until the
roused feelings of the campaign have simmered
down, but it could mean a great change for the
South.
When this state gave its only Republican vote,
it was because of the religious issue: political
views had nothing to do with it, but those who
rolled up the large Republican vote in the na
tional election here two weeks ago were voting
directly on the Republican side, with much Re
publican money and energetic backing going in
to their efforts.
What is more, a good many who took that
stand have been, to all intents and purposes,
talking Republican for some time. It is probable
that the only reason they didn’t actually turn
Rpublicar is because of the compelling influ
ence of a long Democratic tradition and the
fact that there were no capable Republican
leaders to whom they could rally.
This is still a strong factor to keep the “Dem
ocrats for Eisenhower” in the Democratic fold,
but will it last? Will the able men among this
group seize this chance to become leaders in
a new Republican party in the South?
Their siogan, to date, appears to be a rallying
cry for "Unity.” We must all get behind the Re-
pubhean administration, they say, in this crisis
through which the country is passing. There is
certainly merit in the idea as regards the for
eign field. There is little doubt that, despite
General Eisenhower’s attacks on administration
foreign policy, he himself was ' in complete
agreement with all the great steps taken by the
Democrat’c administrations of the last 20 years
to form a strong free world. In all efforts to im
plement the Marshall Plan, Aid to Greece and
Turkey, NATO, and to strengthen the United
Nations, Eisenhower was in there pitching. This
ought to go on. But unity as to the foreign pol
icies necessary to combat communism and up
hold the UN is one thing, unity in everything
is another. For if we strive for unity we come
back to what the folks who won the election
emphasized more than anything else: the need
to maintain a strong two-party system. The role
of the strong, intelligent, constructive opposi
tion, the loyal opposition, is only a degree lower
in importance to the nation’s welfare than the
role of leadership itself.
As the “Democrats for Eisenhower” work to
wards a progressive, able Republican leadership
in the South, they may do much good, but if
tney confine their efforts to sabotage of the
Democratic party and to building up a divisive
spirit, destructive of independent thought and
progress, theirs will be, we believe, a fading and
futile role.
Conspiracy Against the UN
It has long been known that one'of the main
objectives of the Soviet Union is to destroy the
United Nations. It comes as a shock to realize
that the Soviet leaders are being given a help
ing hand by American isolationists.
Last week, Secretary-General Trygvie Lie,
who has done as m.pch for the cause of peace
as any living man, tendered his resignation.
Two days later his chief legal counsel, depress
ed by overwork and the strain of the constant
vicious attacks being directed against his chief
and the UN, jumped from a window to his
death. Speaking of the tragedy, Mr. Lie said:
“He had worked tirelessly under my direction
to uphold due process of law and justice in the
investigation against indiscriminate smear and
exaggerated charges. The terrible tragedy of
his death is the result.”
If this tragedy had occurred because of Soviet
machinations it would have come as no surprise.
We well know that many a man has been liqui
dated or lias taken his own life, broken by the
mierciless persecution of the Kremlin. What we
must understand now is that Soviet malice
^alone was not responsible: the United States
must bear a heavy share of the blame.
We shall ignore at our peril the fact that there
is a growing body of isolationists in this coun
try who, like the Russians, are making the
United Nations their target of attack. Their
power was evident during the recent campaign
when, mo’-e than once, in order to placate this
group. General Eisenhower felt obliged to soft-
pedal ejnphasis on internationalism in his
speeches. A leader among them is Senator Mc-
Carran oi Nevada, chairman of the committee
now investigating the loyalty of UN personnel
in the secretariat. It was to the methods of this
committee that Mr. Lie referred.
It is inherent in our democracy that people
can do almost any fool thing that they’ve a
mind, as long as they don’t actually tangle with
the law, but as we try to crack down on com
munists and fellow travellers who are giving
aid and C’ mfort to the enemy, may we not hope
that something will be dene to restrain those
Americans who are supplying a good deal more
aid and comfort than the ones we are so intent
cn uncovering?
Governor Stevenson wholeheartedly con
demned McCarran, and he warned of grave
danger to the UN, saying: “To close the door on
the conference room is to open a door to war.”
It is to be earnestly hoped that General Eisen
hower will find some way to break up the con
spiracy against the United Nations and to curb
the powe’- of this American group who are do
ing their best to help Moscow slam shut the
door that leads to peace.
THE PILOT—Southern Pines, North Garoltna
No. 31 ■— Old Days In Southern Pines
Friday, November 21.195Z
A-Hunting Today!
Not today, perhaps, but next week: Thanks
giving Day: that’s the date set for the opening
m.eet of the Moore County Hounds.
Thanksgiving Day has marked the start of
the hunting season for this local pack since it
was founded. And that’s quite a time ago. The
first opening hunt would have been, we im
agine, in 1913 or 1914. There used to be a big
picnic up on the hill, with everybody in the
county, almost, invited to come and see the
hounds start off. The picnic grew beyond all
bounds, but the same spirit of hospitality and
good cheer has surrounded this occasion year
after year, with only a few, in the long span,
left out during the two world wars.
The Moore County Hounds’ schedule of drag
and foxhunts, famous among hunting circles
everywhere, has brought many people here
and the bunt is an irnportant feature of the
sports and resort life adding much color to the
Sandhills picture. Both those whose home this is
and those who come just to visit take a real
pride in the excellence of the sport shown by
the local pack and the friendly hospitality al
ways found at Mile-Away Stable farm, home of
Master and hounds.
It is a fair guess that the news that hounds
will start hunting regularly again next week,
and the added note that the date for the spring
hunter trials has already been set brings a
pleasant feeling of continuity to many, troubled
not a little by the feeling of no continuity at
all only too apparent in most of the day’s news.
If all’s not exactly well, yet all’s not entirely
ill, in this old world. Not as long as folks can
go a-hunting.
The Public Speaking
THANK YOU, SIR
To the Pilot.
This fine tribute to Gov. Adlai
Stevenson by a former Moore
Coimty citizen I feel sure will be
of interest to your readers, if you
have space for it in your valuable
paper. It is from the Philadelphia
Bulletin of November 5, 1952.
Your own editorials during the
campaign, and your articles writ
ten on the campaign train, were
excellent and helped to a deserv
ed appreciation of. Governor Ste
venson.
Cordially,
FRANCIS MOORE OSBORNE
Pinehurst.
This cut isn’t as old as some we’ve been running lately. In
fact, if our guess is correct, it is comparatively modern, dating
back to the days during or just after World War 1. Who remem
bers the occasion which brought these trim-looking soldiers
marching along Broad street—and who remembers when South
ern Pines had a traffic light like that in the middle of the street?
Or maybe that’s a railroad signal. We can’t tell much about it
from the cut.
Grains of Sand
Possum In the Sun
He was lying in the sun in the center of the
garden path. His coat was soft grey, fluffy, his
ratty tail was curled and his long nose was tuck
ed under him. He didn’t move, yet he looked
so alive: little Br’er Possum asleep on the gar
den path between the box bushes.
But he wasn’t alive. The early morning breeze
ruffled his fur, but he lay still.
How had he gotten there? There were no
marks on him; he had not been killed by the
dogs. Why had he come here to die in the
garden?
This was a young possum, not yet full grown.
Probably he was born last spring. In the dog
wood season, it would be: last spring’s dogwood
season when all flowering shrubs were in a
profusion of bloom and the white trees shone
like moonlight through the woods. Never was
tliere such a blooming as last spring.
Likely the little possum, first saw the light
in one of the hollow pines in the Round Timber
over the hill, where the century-old trees have
stood, firm and strong, year after year, even
wnen their great trunks were hollow six feet
or more above the ground. That would have
been a cozy home for a possum family, cozy yet
imposing, with that towering steeple rising
above.
It would be quite some time before the baby
would be able to climb very far up that lofty
tower. But eventually, between climbing high
er and higher, and roaming farther and farther,
he would get to see something of the world
around. He would find the high sandy hill to
the east, where the peach orchard used to be,
crossed with too many big dog tracks to be
safe far from the edge of the encircling woods.
In the friendly Azalea Swamp, nearby, he would
discover a happy place for hunting grubs and
fat lazy files and digging juicy roots buried in
the mud. Yeung’s Road, to the north, would be,
for long, a hazard too wide and dangerous to
cross, but, to the west there was the big field
with its thick cover of high grass. Two horses
were there, aloof and stately, but though they
snoofed a£ the possum thy paid him no mind.
There in the center of the field was a special
tree. The leaves had a pleasant smell when the
possum climbed among them and the dark earth
underneath smelt sweet and contained, here and
there, rough little pits, good tO' crack open and
chew. That was the persimmon tree and some
how it was known that in the faU the fruit would
grow full and sweet and glow a dull orange on
the branches, to fall with an oozy plop for a
possum to eat.
There are tracks and marks of digging under
the persimmon tree. It is clear that little ani
mals have been busy there. But then, what
happened? Why did the possum leave the tree
and what happened, then, that left no mark?
Possums are curious animals, vnturesome and
inquiring. Was it simply curiosity to see what
lay beyond that caused the young possum to
go on across the field? Or was it a Touch, or
some great Word, whispered gently, that
brought him, in the still hour before dawn, to
creep quietly intO' the garden and curl up there
by the box bush on the path, curl up so still
that the first warm rays of the sun, touching
his fur, could not rouse him from his sleep?
Our Old Picture No. 30, pub
lished last vveek, turned out to be,
not Major Wiley’s house, but
Mayor Wiley’s house, we learned
from Dr. G. G. Herr. We misread
the scribbled notation cn the back
of the cut, and are glad to stand
corrected.
Not only was Robert E. Wiley
mayor, but one of the most pro
gressive Southern Pines has ever
had. Serving five or six years from
about 1906 or 1907, he “put South
ern Pines in the progressive
path,” setting a forward-looking
tradition which subsequent
mayors have maintained almost
100 per cent.
Mayor Wiley was also, it ap
pears, one of the finest gentlemen
and best-liked public officials of
the town’s history.
His widow Mrs. Verdie T. Wiley
and daughter Miss Kilty Wiley,
proprietor of Mrs. Hayes Shop and
Tots Toggery, still live here, on
East Massachusetts avenue. Kitty
was born in the house we pictur
ed, which was built by Tom Bur
gess. He rented it to the Wileys,
who moved to Southern Pines
from Danville, Va. They lived
there until Mr. Wiley’s death in
19'22. '
Mrs. Celeste Edson now lives
in the house, which is on the cor
ner of South Broad street and
Indiana.
The following item., crowded
out of the paper last week, may
be outdated by now but we think
it’s worth running anyhow. At
this writing The Pilot hasn’t made
a re-check. Those signs may now
be all the way down, and new
ones up, lor all we know. We hope
so. Anyway—
End's in sight on the Finer
Carolina contest. All's well
except for signs: two new
ones promised: two old ones
eliminated. What's the score?
No new signs (as per Thurs
day), and only half an old one
gone.
So now, as we enter town
we find ourselves hailed as:
"PINES!" And worse: we are
labeled as know-nothings and
illiterates. Our sign now says:
"THIS IS PINES!"
Now we all know they is
plenty pines yere'bouts, still
an' all we all don't hanker for
that there way of speakin'.
Hurry up, Howard, and get
those signs DOWN!
A picnic excursion was the oc
casion. He doesn’t remember now
whether it was the Fourth of July,
a popular time for excursions, or
a Sunday School affair.
Harry Chatfield, new member
of the Southern Pines Rotary
club, has been made editor of
the club’s weekly bulletin. The
Sandspur. We don’t know how
long he’s going to keep the job,
though. President Russell Loren-
son may fire him any minute.
In last week’s Sandspur, the
new editor ran the newrs item be
low:
“The following expense account
was turned in by Russell Loren-
son recently: Advertisement for
female stenographer, .55; violets
for new stenographer, .64; week’s
salary for stenographer, $35; roses
for stenographer, $3.75; candy for
wife, .35; lunch with stenogra
pher, $5; week’s salary for sten
ographer, $45; picture show for
self and wife, .70; theatre tickets,
self and stenographer, $7.50; coca-
cola for wife, .05; Dorothy’s sal
ary, $55; cocktails for Dotty, and
dinner, $21.71; fur coat for wife,
$625; advertisement for male
stenographer, .55.”
What paper you puttin’ those
ads in, Russell? We don’t seem to
find them on our books. Try Pilot
Advertising—It Pays.
A NEW
MAJOR STATESMAN
By RALPH W. PAGE
This is written, of course, be
fore the outcome of the election
was known. So the gentle reader
is spared the whoops of victory or
the alibis of defeat.
But however it comes out, one
thing is established. America has
produced and discovered a public
leader of the very first caliber in
Adlai Stevenson. In a campaign
distinguished for an orgy of villi
fication, distortion, malice, and
wholesale demagogy he set a
standard of public debate equal to
the best that we have ever seen in
this country.
In his debate with Harriman on
foreign policy before the World
Affairs Council in this city, John
Foster Dulles stated that during a
campaign no politician’s version
of history is of any value at all.
Selected twisted facts, taken out
of context and highly interlarded
with adjectives, wqre bandied
about as history by most of the
gladiators. But not so Stevenson.
His knowledge of both the long-
range and current history is ex
haustive. And it is impossible to
find in all his speeches a single
obvious misstatement of fact.
These speeches will remain as
a true exposition^f the prevailing
ideals and desires of the American
public at this time. His ability to
persuade the country to trust
their execution to his party is an
other matter. But the lucidity
and accuracy with which he ex
pressed the national creed has no
contemporary equal.
In a childish campaign his ma
turity singles him out as certain
to be a commanding figure in the
future of the country. He did not
use a single epithet in attacking
programs or principles he de
plored. He was caustic about big
otry, venality and isolation. But
he did not attack the bigot or the
thief or the isolationist. He was
against the action or the opinion,
not the person.
He produced the extraordinary
spectacle of a politician who ad
mitted his party had made mis
takes, who told great pressure
groups to their face that he had no
intention of espousing their cause,
and cheerfully campaigned in
Dixie for a Fair Employment
Practice Act and federal control
of off-shore oil—supposedly siii-
side tactics.
And aU this was done with a
consummate command of the En
glish language, humor and good
humor, seldom, if ever, equaled in
the American hustings.
Adlai Stevenson emerges from
this ordeal without an enemy of
his own making, without a state
ment that he must retract, and
recognized by friend and foe alike
as a gentleman of tolerance, cour
age, humility and extraordinary
power of analysis and persuasion.
Win or lose, he will be credited
with setting an example that will
be of incalculable future benefit.
He has established himself as one
of the major statesmen that we
can depend upon in the days to
come.
ing sizes, and an extremely pretty
girl, who sing funny songs, and
we do mean funny, separately
and together. One of their songs
is their own version of “We’ve Got
Rhythm,” and that’s understating
it.
Just as we were getting set to
go to press last week we learned
that our information about the
Girl Scout population here was
already out of date. Two new
Brownies had registered, making
the total number of Southern
Pines Girl Scouts 150 instead of
148.
The twO' newest Scouts are lit
tle Diana Grimes and Ann Giau-
que, who joined the Brownie troop
now being organized with Mrs. J.
P. Shamburger as leader.
But then, we have long ago
found out it’s practically impos
sible to keep right up to the min
ute with those Girl Scouts, for
they’re busy at something new all
the time and growing right along.
Whatever you gave to their
fund drive in the past week or
two you can be sure will be
used to the fullest, in the best
possible ways—and if you haven’t
given yet, better hurry up and do
so. That’s one bandwagon you
don’t want to miss.
We had our first word this
week, too, on Old Picture No. 29,
which showed a big group of peo
ple at the railroad station.
D. Wade Slevick. who lived here
“way back when” though he now
lives near Pinehurst, not only re
membered the occasion biit took
a magnifying glass to inspect the
crowd and recognized himself in
the front row.
Lloyd Clark did quite a fancy
job of getting all his guests intro
duced, at the testimonial banquet
the World Insurance company
gave him at the Southern Pines
Country club Friday night.
He made everybody stand up
and introduce themselves, while
he interpolated remarks, such as
noting that, of four insurance
men present, he had sold policies
to three of them—“and I’m going
to get the other one yet.” >
When Harry Fullenwider, who
was sitting next to June and Mary
Blue, stood up to present himself,
he did a little interpolating cf his
own. “You may have sold policies
to all these other insurance men,”
he said, “but I just heard June
Blue say that when you died he
was going to bury you.”
In commenting on legal lumin
aries present, Lloyd got back at
Hai^y without even meaning to.
He commented that Harry repre
sented the best legal brains in at
tendance, “except for Hoke Pol
lock and of course, Lamoni Brown
over there.” Since these were all
the lawyers present, where does
that leave Harry?
In our write-up of the Armis
tice Day observance here we did
not have a list of the Gold Star
relatives who were honored at
the memorial service in the after
noon. We have the list now, and
would like to note them here, as
a little memorial tribute of our
own.
There were three Gold Star
mothers, Mrs. Duncan Cameron,
Mrs. T. C. McFarland and Mrs.
Carl Klabbalz: two Gold Star
wives, Mrs. Harriet L. Lewis and
Mrs. 'Vida Gorman; and one Gold
Star daughter, Diane Gorman.
There was also a Gold Star dad, ;Nov.
Mr. Klabbalz.
SLOW THEM DOWN
To the Pilot.
The suggestion in your editorial
of November 7 entitled “Moore’s
Sixteenth” might well be broad
cast over all radio stations in our
state and put on the front page
of our daily papers, namely: That
some clever ad-man start the ball
rolling toward some drastic action
to bring about safety on our high-
v/ays, first taking it up with auto
mobile companies, “advertising
models guaranteed not to exceed
65 mph.” This would be so un
usual that it might seem attrac
tive to the hardened hearts of Mr.
and Mrs. America behind the
wheel of a new model, or equally
dangerous o-lder car.
If we had had 16 deaths, for in
stance, from polio, in this small
county, since the beginning of the
year, we would hardly dare ven
ture from our homes unless the
house was on fire!
Let’s start doing something to
change the terrible record ot
highway fatalities and make a
good record rather than the op
posite!
Sincerely,
MRS. DAN R. McNEILL
17,
il952
It was Jim Pleasants, though
the one holdout among the insur-
ancemen, who came in for Lloyd’s
best kidding. He didn’t answer
but he kept that grin on his face
and we have a feeling he’s cook
ing up something good for the
next opportunity that comes
along.
We don’t get to the Dunes club
very often, but we did that night,
by trailing along after the visit
ing insurance officials and several
others of the dinner party, who
were out to make a real evening
out of it. The folks from Winston-
Salem said they’d never seen
such a place as Southern Pines
for nice places to go and have a
good time. The Sandhills are real
ly unique in this respect in the
state, was their opinion—a judg
ment with which we’d never
quarrel
When we do get to the Dunes
we like to note for the reading
public what’s going on there,
though sometimes it’s too late as
the shows change every two
weeks. We got in on the first
week of “The Sunnysiders,”
though, so we’ll tell you that this
is one of the cleverest show units
we’ve seen in a lo-ng time. It con
sists of three young men of vary-
iDunes Club
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Featuring
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Comedy team from
Riviera Club, N. Y.
AUDREY BAKER
Ballet-Acrobatic Dancer from
Chez Paree, Chicago
MAL MALKIN
and his Society Orchestra
Plaza Hotel, N. Y., and Sans Souci Hotel
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Dancing from 8 PM to 1 AM Nightly
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