THE PILOT—Southern Pines, North Carolina
Friday. January 2.
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Southern Piaes, North Carolina
1941—JAMES BOYD. Publisher—1944
KATHARINE BOYD E^tor
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The county was cut in two by the post land.
Hoke is now being asked to relinquish 50,000
more of its precious acreage, so much territory
that it will come pretty close to disappearing
entirely and can hardly continue as a self-
supporting unit of government.
Furthermore, plunk in the center of the sug
gested “corridor” which is to connect Mackall
and Fort Bragg if the move goes through, lies
the State Tuberculosis Sanatorium at McCain.
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PROGRAMS
Entered at the Postoffice at Southern Pines, N. Cw
as second class mail matter
Member National Editorial Association and
N. C. Preta Association
Apparently, according to various vague state-^i
ments, the army contemplates leaving the san
atorium where it is, assuring the state thaji it
“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.
'The Art of Getting Along'
Almost everyone makes New Year’s resolu
tions, and that’s good. Without at least the in
tention, not much good would ever be done.
Hardly anyone keeps his New Year’s resolu
tions very long, and that’s bad. It’s ujiderstand-
cble, though—most people make such hard ones,
dr.'.stically upsetting habits of long standing,
then when they cannot live up to the letter drop
even the spirit of the thing.
The answer might lie in making resolutions
which are natural and happy ones, not too diffi
cult nor loo opposed to former ways—^placing
greater emphasis, perhaps, on the things we
know ■ are good and to which we try to adhere •
most of the time, and succeed some of the time.
The general tenor of such resolutions might
be getting along better with other people, which
not only helps the individual making the reso
lutions, but makes it easier for other people to
ke^p theiis too.
In a recent trade magazine appeared a list
of rules by a writer who called himself only
“An Old Timer.” The list was titled “The Art
cf Getting Along.” They refer principally to
getting along in business but most are appli
cable to all phases of life.
Whethei these coincide with your resolutions
or not, or whether you make any at all, these
offer food for serious contemplation as a new
year begins:
will be “protected from artillery fire apd low
flying planes.” The idea is, of course,.tantastic.
Tuberculosis is an illness that, requires, above
all, quiet and rest in as pleasant surroundings
as can be obtained. Resident^;>living as far from
the present firing range a^'are many homes in
this town, will testify to’ the annoyance and
nervous shock of constan^ firing. Windows have
been broken and picturep go tumbling from the
walls when prolonged piianeuvers are going on.
We cannot imagine thai the state would attempt
to maintain the sanatorium if the army took over
the land around it. All the same time,, in view
of the tremendous building program now being
contemplated there, it; is almost inconceivable
that such an establishnjient could be moved. The
plant would have to be purchased by the army
it a figure that would tenable the state to rebuild
it elsewhere; we can think of no other solution.
It may be that the army move to acquire this
extra territory is an absolute “Must” in the de
fense program. If so, it will have to go through.
The civilian population of Hoke and, all others
who regret it, will have to accept it as one of
the disagreeable things to which we must sub
mit in a war economy. But surely such a move
should not be undertaken without the clearest
demonstration that it is, in fact, vitally nec
essary..
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To the Pilot.
It is very generous of the Soutl
ern Pines Civic club to includl
visitors to the town in their audi|
ences. ,
Tl\e recent programs are very
interesting to winter visitors as
well as to the townspeople.
I enjoy them not only because
of the programs themselves, but
also because they show the char
acter of the town which is ob
viously a fine one.
This is also true of the pro
grams of the smaller groups.
VISITOR
This/old cut is, we believe, a companion piece
w w •• — - / ^ —
to oncf'we ran some time ago and;which was
identiffied as Southern Pines’ first Armistice Day
paracle, put on in 1921 or 1922 by the newborn
Sandjnills post, American Legion.
Aibove we see what is very likely the first
participation of the local Red Cross in a public
evemt—the beginning from which has sprung the
bia active chapter with which Moore county is
noiv blessed.
It was just a beginning then—no more, for
many years. A local committee conducted the
Southern Pines “Roll Call” campaign in the
years between wars but it was not imtil World
War 2 that the chapter became fully organized
and active. Now we don’t know what we’d do
without it.
Who can tell us the names of those pioneer
Red Cross ladies bravely enduring the rough
ride in the Model T truck?
FOR RESULTS USB THE PI
LOT’S CLASSIFIED COLUMN.
Omu Neil and McLean
VETESINAHIANS
Soulhern Pines. N. C.
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Grains of Sand
The Dread Bezoar
Sooner or later, a man, if he is wise, discovers
that business life is a mixture of good days and
bad, victory and defeat, give and take.
He learns that it doesn’t pay to be a sensitive
soul—that he should let some things go oVer his
head like water off a duck’s back.
He learns that he who loses his tenjs^^'idSual-
ly loses.
J^^§gfps that burnt toast for
breakfast ndw’’flm then, and that he shouldn’t
take the other fellow’s grouch too seriously.
He learns that carrying a chip on his shoulder
is the easiest way to get into a fight.
He learns that the quickest way to become un
popular is to carry tales and gossip about others.
He learns that it doesn’t matter so much who
gets the credit so long as the business as a whole
shows a profit.
He comes to realize that the business could
run along perfectly well without him.
He learns that it doesn’t do any harm to smile
and s^y “Good morning,” even if it is raining.
He learns that most of the other fellows are
as ambitious as he is, that, they have brains that
ai'^ as good or better and that hard work and
not cleverness is the secret of success.
He learns to sympathize with the youngster
coming into the business because he remembers
how bewildered he was when he first started
out.
Some of our- readers may recall The pilot’s
description of the young possum found ^ad in
the rose garden, early one morning. PojBndering
on a cause of death, which had lef^no mark
on the fluffy little body, we hit onff the idea
that a neai'by persimmon tree migbfit have been
responsible for the animal cojjjjfung this way.
It seems our guess was wisaft- than we knew.
Bill Sharpe, editor of Tb^ State magazine,
whose eye, sharp, naturally, never seems to
rniss a tiick, saw The lylot’s editorial nature
qt ery and then went orM and found the answer
to it in an editorial another friend of this
newspaper, Pete livey, in the Winston-Salem
Journal a whil&l' later. We print below what
must surely be^he sad answer to the little pos-
sum’s un^jjifeely end. Also Mr. Ivey’s more cheer-
fuTfinale.
GOOD AND BAD ABOUT PERSIMMONS
THE BAD
He leains not to worry when he makes a
mistake because experience has shown that if
he always gives his best his average will break
pretty well.
He learns that bosses are not monsters trying
to get the last ounce of work out of him for the
least amount of pay, but that they are usually
pretty fine folks, who have succeeded through
hard work and who want to do the right thing,
learns that the gang is not any harder to
ng with in one place than knother and
I mg along” depends about 98 per cent
The tendency cf green persimmons to cause
the unwary taster to purse his lips was the re
action which caused a hillbilly composer once
to entitle a song, “When It’s Persimmon Pluck
ing Time in the Piedmont, I’ll Come Puckering
Up to You.”
But devotees of the ripe persimmon need
•'ear no puckering' effects of the astringent
fruit. The good persimmon is tangy and lus
cious, and no morsel provides a more delicous
experience than the exotic thrill which the per
simmon bequeaths to the human tas^e buds.
The possum, too, is fond of persimmons, but
since animals lack the reasoning power of hu
man beings, a possum does not know when to
stop when he starts eating persimmons, and he
gobbles them up as fast as he can, eating green
as well as ripe, not caring whether the power
ful and pungent juices of the green persimmon
will cause him later misery. Poor Pogo Possum,
not knowing the right persimmon from the
wrong persimmon. It’s had enough fc» a human
tu eat green persimmons; he gets a stomach
ache. But it’s sometimes fatal to the possum.
Eating the green stuff and then licking the fur
causes hair balls to form, congeal and grow
larger in the possum’s stomach. This is a dis-
.,ase called the bezoar. A poet-scientist once
wrote:
We are one of those people who
decide every year not to send
Christmas cards, it’s so much
trouble, and what does it mean
anyway, not much, so we don t,
then a few start dribbling in and
they look so pretty and we think
well, we ought to send a few,
then in the process a sort of fer
ment gets to working, Christmas
spirit or something, and we send
out more and more, and every
mail brings in another shipment
and we can hardly wait to open
them up and see who, and here
comes a card from our old friend
we haven’t seen in 30 years, and
one from our fellow worker we
lUst left 30 minutes ago, and both
are fun, and in between opening
envelopes we are signing and
sealing like mad and the Christ
mas deadline catches us in full
steam enjoying every minute but
with dozens yet to go.
Maybe Christmas cards are
silly. Some people say they are,
and in lucid moments between
Christmases they seem kind of
that way. If examined in the cold
light of rea§pn, however, most
of life’s nicest things would look
sort of silly, maybe even Christ
mas itself. We prefer not to,
thanks I
mas cards of John and Hilda Rug-
gles for the past five years have
an interesting record of their
family growth and changes—even
to the two pet cats. We’ve seen
Jack and Tommy grow up on
these cards, and the cats get fat
ter and fatter. This year we see
a new house front. The Wood-
worth, where they moved this
fall. The cats are there, on their
laps, hardly visible. Jack’s ab
sence from the picture this year
records a big event, his marriage,
and a new household set up.
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Some cards stand out, because
they are fun, because they are
original, because they are very
beautiful or because they bring
us news of old friends.
Picking at random from our
precious pile, we come up with
the one that gave us the biggest
laugh:
“Here’s to the land of the long-
leaf pine. . . The summer land
where the sun doth shine. . .
Where the weak grow strong And
the strong grow great. . . Here’s
to down . . . WHOOPS! Wrong
poem! Well, I’ll try it again. . .
“Way down yondeh in de land
of cotton. Old times there are
not for. . . SHUCKS! Sorry, folks,
that ain’t it either! What I am
really trying to do is to wish you
A Merry Christmas and a Happy
New Year. Preston Matthews.
Box 1660,, Anchorage, Alaska. Br-
r-r-r-r-r!!”
During Exercise Swarmer lye
made friends with that dashing
character Ueut. Col. Barney Old
field. Air Force public relations
officer, found ourselves on his
Christmas card list thereafter and
hope we never get off. . . We can
never send him one, though, as
we never know where he is. . .
The cards from Barney and 'Vada,
bring us an exhilarating breath
from the world’s wide airways,
with hints of a way of life almost
too exciting.
Last year the card had a map
which showed about 15 flights
back and forth from Korea and
thereabouts. . . This year there’s
a memorandum pad, with “Things
to Do, 1952” and all these checked
off:
Esccrt Jet Ace Jabara through
14 countries. . . Schedule for the
Sky blazers. . . Plan for three air
maneuvers. . . Get a house in
shape to live in. . . Get up a bud
get. . . Move office seven times. . .
Vote for Eisenhower. . . Take va
cation in Majorca. . . Buy new
shoulder eagles. . . Go to Olym
pics, Helsinki. . . Help with first
NATO air shew, Brussels. . . Set
up new headquarters in Turkey
. . . Witness Norstad’s four-star
oath. . . Argue for budget. . . Do
Christmas shopping in Spain, Por
tugal and Finland. . . Welcome
New Year at St. Moritz!
“All this was done but there’s
another thing too. . . Last but not
least. . . Our season’s greetings to
you!”
Thanks . . . and congratulations.
COLONEL Oldfield!
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Not for him the bugles call,
Not for him the cannons roar!
His diet was persimmons
And he died of the dread bezoar.
AND THE GOOD
ripe right now in Piedmont
ae trees are bearing the rus-
i^ime, October the right
^most magnificent of
non pudding.
much of the fun
persimmons, picking
fruit where it has
collecting about a
onte, carefully, to
jring the ingredi-
lis fun, too. The
pugh a colander,
fiilk, flour, butter,
sr, salt, cinnamon,
ven the pudding is
Here’s a charming Grandma
Moses card, and it’s for all you
good readers—a lot cf them any
way: “To the Pilot, and all my
dear friends in Southern Pines
and scattered about. Anna B.
Prizer. Brookline, N. H.”
We love the cards of the Rev.
and Mbs. C. V. Coveil and Dr. and
Mrs. Robert Lee House, each bear
ing a picture of their church
beautifully drawn by Ruth Doris
Swett. . . The international cards
—one from a French friend, one
from a German friend and one
from Tom and Neva ^Wicker in
Yokbsuka, Japan, bearing the
smug query, “Why don’t you come
to see us sometime?” . . . The gay
handpainted greeting showing a
mailbox (flag up) from the Stan
ley Austins, done by that talented
Georgeanne. . . The stylized de
sign of tree and star, either very
ancient or very modern, we don’t
know which from Nan and E. J.
Austin.
rg with whipped
I the trouble of gath-
rsipriB^pudding is
aersimi-
the
^nt
From Ginny and Ozalle Moss—
+here ’^thev sre in bed, with a
fox snuggled cozily between! Of
all things—what’s it say? . .
“Here we are three a-bed. . . A
blonde, a red, a curly black head
.'. .To wish you lots of Christmas
Cheer . . . and Happy Hunting
all the year!” We bet that fox
^ows that on a Christmas card is
time it’s safe to get that
lose two.
0 have kept the Christ-
We like this, which we lift from
Bill Sharpe’s -“Turpentine Drip
pings,” for which he lifted it from
our old friend the Salisbury Post:
Composite Simday
Somebody died in Salisbury
yesterday.
Somebody was lying in a hospi
tal bed waiting to die.
Somebody was sitting in a
straight-backed chair waiting to
die.
Somebody lied . . . Somebody
stole . . . Somebody cheated . . .
Somebody bore false witness . . .
Somebody—oh! Any number of
people did any number of things
yesterday.
Somebody visited the sick,
somebody helped the poor, some
body sacrificed personal interest,
somebody repented of a sin, some
body went into his closet and
prayer. '
Ch! . . . Any number of people
did any number of things yester
day. in Salisbury.
In agony some gained relief
thinking of a precious moment. In
a fury of exhilaration some paused
a bit to dwell upon a solemn re
sponsibility.
Man has but two eyes, and it
has been said they see through a
glass but darkly.
But God’s part of yesterday was
as beautiful a thing as man would
care to see. The sun, the clouds,
the still damp earth, the trees
mostly green but partly sere, the
blue sky, the mossing barks, the
sense of calm, the persistent birds,
the long-lived crickets of dusk—
yesterday was a lovely thing.
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N. E. Broad St., Straka Bldg.
Ballet : Tap : Acrobatic
Ballroom
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