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/ Page TWO THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 1957 ILOT Southern Pines North Carolina “In taking over The Pilot no changes are contemplated. We will try to keep this a good paper. We will try to make a little money lor all concerned. Wherever 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. How Will The Town Look Next Spring? The busy ladles of the Southern Pines Gar den Club are off on new projeci s for the com ing year. The club plans to do some beautification work around the railroad station, a pictur esque old building that has besn well main tained by the SeaboEu-d compa ny and^ which should lend itself well to the work planned. The club expects to continue its landscfi- ping work around schools, planting near new buildings in West Southern Pines. Past work in this line includes the fine planting around the elementary and high schools on the East side of town. The chib constantly has in rnind, it seems, tlie appearance of Southern Pijnes, especially how the town will look in the| Spring when most of our visitors appear and when, during the annual Homes and Gardens Tour, strang ers ramble all over the community with a sharp eye for all features, favorable and un favorable. The Garden Club rightly points out that nothing individuals can do to help the ap pearance of the town is more important than planting winter rye grass, particularly along the parkways on those streets which are the main avenues of travel during the Garden Tour and where an unbroken line of green parkv/ay, with every property owner plant ing the grass, makes an impressive sight. As the Club points out, this is the last call on rye grass planting for this season, but it is not too late to plant new and have green parkways to greet our visitors next Spring. Such Stuff As Legends Are Made Of There is no figure, no symbolj more fauniliar than the scientist in his laboratory. He is the wonder-v/orker to whom all things are pos sible. Or, if not possible now, will be after the necessary research is accomplished. This figure is used in advertising to the point of caricature. There he is in his white • gown and witn his mysterious paraphernalia -—the Wise Man of the modern world. Name it and he can do it, whether it’s splitting the atom, putting 'rv in everybody’s living room or mixing up medicine that can cure the ma- j^or ills of mankind. He’s not veiy human, of course. You can’t picture him eating a hot dog. He’s all brains and no foolishness. He’d never spill ketchup on his necktie. That’s the symbol—but it usually isn’t like that in real life. The discovery of penicillin was an accident. And many a great scientist has credited the importance of intuition in his work. Discoverers are imaginative people. Humble people, too, despite the build-up accorded them whether they want it or no. These thoughts come to mind as we read of the discovery and development of spontin, the idtest and most powerful of the antibiotic drugs, which has been used to clear up infec tions resistant to all others. The discoverer is 36-year-old Mrs. Alma Goldstein, a microbiologist. On a vacation trip in 1951, she was picking up soil samples in the West, knowing that mold cultures from different soils were producing antibiotics. Near Colodado Springs, she visited a park known .i? the Garden of the Gods. What she said happened then sounds more like a poet than a scientist: “I feit that if something good were to come to the world, it ought to come from a place like this. “One .morning, I walked out to a meadow in front of some upturned rocks and carefully put a handful of earth into the glass jar. I had done this many times in many places, but I never felt such a strong feeling that some thing good would come of this act.” After two years of work on this sample and many others, the new antibiotic substance was isolated from the earth she had taken in the Garden of the Gods The story is such stuff as legends are made of—if any one takes the trouble to start a legend any more. Wacky News Items Recall Old Tiihes It was a Monday morning and we guess news had been slow coming in the night be fore—but as we looked at the front page of a daily newspaper, time seemed to fall away and we v/ere reminded of some of those dull days during the depression in the early thir ties when the first World War was receding into the past, when there was no widespread feeJuig that there would be another war in our lifetime and when the beat-down, broke and struggling American people found in a flagpole-sitting contest as much news interest as we do today in the explosion of an H- bomb. Flagpole sitters and the marathon dancers made headlines in those days, along with a •lot of other wacky incidents with which we attempted to cheer ourselves up. Well, in this newspaper the other Monday, it was like old times. Out in Utah a couple of young men were engaged in a 158-mile race with two horses. Somebody‘had written a long, detailed and loving story that quoted the trainers (for both men and horses), in vestigated a rumor that the humane society was disapproving (of the treatment of the horses, of course) and described the “swollen leg tendons” of one of the human runners. Down below, there was that wonderful story from England about the vicar who dressed up as an aristocratic and matronly “Iisdy Margaret” to open the bazaar of his church, made a speech and indulged in some very unladylike behavior, only to reveal his true identity when he lifted his veil. And then, with the never-ceasing unpre- dictatility of.the British in tight spots, the vicar’s superiors, including the Bishop, ex pressed no disapproval. It was like somer thing out of an old W. C. Fields movie. (And don’t any of you young folks say, “Who’s he?”) Ihen, right beside the account of the vicar’s folly, was the tender tale of an Illinois couple who “were married all right—but only after two blood tests and three marriage cere monies, the last one in a car 35 miles from home against the background music of the Star-Spangled Banner.” We won’t trouble readtrs with the details which were right in the spirit of the thirties. We v/ere so carried away by these three items that we were about to go out and buy a package of “Wings” cigarettes (10c, remem ber?) but looked up at another comer of the page and saw, “Negro Retreat Only Solution, Faubus Says.” Back to 1957—and we’re not so sure we like it, eitfier. A Limited Picture-But Still True The recent two-week teim of Moore Su perior Court for the trial of criminal cases produced whal seemed to courtroom observ ers to be an unusual number of shocking cases. While it is clear that a term of criminal court is not likely to reveal stories of sweet ness and light, it comes as a surprise to good citizens to glimpse, through testimony offer ed, the meanness and sordidness of some of the lives around us. The shocking aspect of these cases is not so much the overt act that projected the principals into the courtroom, but the fact that the people involved in many of these cases appear to live from day to day and night to night with the coals of criminal behavior smoldering continually just beneath the sur face of existence, ready to break into flame at what seems to be the slightest provocation. These people that end up in court live in a world of wayward emotions—grudges, lusts, deceptions and resentments—that appear to have replaced to a great extent the moral judgments, the good will and the self-control that make existence possible for most of us in an organized society. The strange world of these folks has another characteristic the courtroom observer cannot fail toi note: it is soaked in alcohol. | : ^ Is it anji wonder,; you find ydurseU think- APViZ KLtfesetiT 3»u(eHie‘s I WOODCUT *PRAyiMe ALMIGHTY GOD, Father of all mercies, we, thine unworthy servants, do give thee most humble and hearty thanks for all thy goodness and loving kindness to us and to all men. —The Book of Common Prayer RURAL EDUCATION STANDARDS LAGGING , ^ Quality Proposed As Schools* Goal (From The Chatham News) Few people who live in small town and rural North Carolina will fail to agree with D. Hiden Ramsey’s statement before the North Carolina Grange that there is is a “large gap” between the educational opportunities provided for Tar Heel rural children and those who live in urban areas. One In Four Mr. Ramsey, a retired news paper publisher of Asheville and for eight years vice chairman of the State Board of Education, also pointed out that .only one rur.al high school graduate in four pursues his education while the proportion in city schools is one in two. It could be that rural North Carolina is just getting around to the realization that there is more to building a fine school system than brick and mortar. We’ve been behind the cities in physical facilities for so long that we may have lost sight of the need for raised teaching standards that can be brought about through local participa tion in salaries that will attract better teachers to our rural schools. 'There is a factor in addition to the economic which we be lieve results in fewer high school graduates going off to college. It could be that many such gradu ates, even among the valedicto rians, experience the frustration that comes when they realize that with stiffening entrance re quirements in the colleges they can not compete with graduates from city schools. It is considerable shock to the parents of, for instance, a straight ‘‘A” student in high school who cannot keep pace in college even at the point of lowest grades. Pass Up College Many youngsters, reralizing that they will have considerable difficulty, pass up college, even though, as Mr. Ramsey suggests, “the future belongs to educated people as no future of any pre vious generation.” The honor graduates in rural high schools are dedicated youngsters. Yet they can be ex pected to assimulate only that wnich is given themi. Unfortun ately teaching standards in ru ral schools have been levelled at wnat can charitably be called a “minimum average.” Dallas Herring of Rose Hill who was recently named chair man of the -State Board of Edu cation said that the time has come when we must speak out strongly in behalf of the qualita tive in secondary education. He and Mr. Ramsey may have be4n thinking alike: That we have spent more time and effort in be half of building school buildings than we have in staffing them and in raising the educational standards of rural and small town school units. Will Measure Up Given the opportunity, rural children will measure up. They won’t measure up, however, as long as the standards lean to wards the “miniirium average” that means only that these youngsters will be “put through” four years of high school with out thought to what other edu cation they may want to pursue. Senior Citizenship: Rewarding Experience ing in toe courtroom, that, given this back ground, these people are in trouble? 'The wonder is that they aren’t in more trouble than they are. When a novelist chooses to depict the amoriil 'life of such people, to set his story in ono cf the little pockets of iniquity that thrive on the edges of normal community life, he is often accused of falsifying. Certain ly his picture is limited, but if his critics could vl.s’t the courts they would learn that it is not necessarily untrue. It is here that the newspaper has a function to perform. News accounts of sordid courtroom pro ceedings often are criticized by good people who feel that such matters are better left unwritten. With this Nve cannot agree. No newspaper worth its salt would rather present the sordid than the noble; and, for tunately, in the normal course of the average community’s affairs, there is more “good” than “bad”^hews because there are more “good” than “bad” people doing things that reflect their characters. What goes on in the wayward shadow . world of the criminal court defendants is just as ‘true,’’ however, as an award made to a leading citizen for civic service and it seems to us thit, people should be as interested in ope as In tke other, if a true picture of their environpiept is what thpy want to Have. \ , (From an article by Harold D. Meyer, professor of sociology at the University of North Caro lina.) The period of adulthood can be divided into four cycles: young adulthood from age 20 to 35, a time characterized by the introduction into the adult world of life work and individual re sponsibility—concern for voca tional skill, establishment of family life, rearing of children, and home relationships; middle years from age 35 to 50—a period distinguished by adult and teen age relations, prestige status in the community, vocational se curity and advancement, and a widening circle of friendships; free years from age 50 to 65—the period beginning with the chil dren leaving home and ending with retirement, general econ omic security, and the acquisi tion of new leisure; senior citi zenship from age 65 on, the cycle characterized by retirement, en gagement in purposeful and sat isfying associations, comfort and enriched opportunities for serv ice. A Big Question While this lengthening of life is a real achievement, it is ac companied by a big question: how will we live the added years? Recreation becomes an essential asset. Chronological' age is a wholly unworthy cri teria to apply to the aging pro cess. Aging is growing, and there is considerable disagreement on when one becomes “old”. A per- spn may be old at 40 or young at 75; i It. is well to designate this period as pother phase of growth, not a penalty But an achievement—an unfolding pro gress toward a fuller life. The pattern for the future is adopting a proper point pf view, recognizing these years as a time for happy and productive living. It involves convincing oneself that this can be an entirely new, useful and rewarding experi ence. Don'* Have Hobby There are many elders who de sire to solve the gift of leisure through their own resources as individuals. All through life they have cultivated hobbies and can carry them on into later maturi ty. The facts prove overwhelm- ADDED MEANING (The New York Times) Open season, we call it, mean ing a legal time to take game, a time when the hunter may go out and bag birds or rabbits, or deer or bear, in certain areas, provided he obeys bag limits and no-trespass signs. But there is another meaning for most of those who go to the woods and fields with a gun and often with a dog. It is, to them, a time to get into the open, to renew con tact with the woods and the fields, the natural world, the open world of late fall. To such, the shooting is a sec ondary consideration. It is an ex cuse to go, more persuasive, somehow, than the unreasoned urge to take a wadk. It is valid reason to spend Hj day exploring half a dozen hillsides, preferably with ohly one dr two companions who know the virtues of silence and the: imreihitting dangers' of firearms. And, if possible, it will ingly, however, that the vast ma jority of our senior citizens do not possess a hobby and are totally lost as to what to do. It is a responsibility of public and private recreation agencies to teach these individuals hobby activities. These arts of leisure offer the individual a deep and continuing interest, and they are as varied as the field of human knowledge and experiences. They contain the elements of explora tion, creativeness, and initiative which give the individual a chance to discover himself and his world anev/ They are means of relaxation, an enemy of bore dom, and a vigorous release for emotions. IN 'OPEN SEASON' be a time spent in familiar areas, preferably areas known long enough to rouse memories. For the hunter—not the game hog or the despoiler—hunts memories and time past, as well as a brace of birds. He hunts his own simpler self. The self that knows the difference between a white oak and a black oak, be tween hickory and butternut, be tween hare and rabbit. The self that knows the whir of a part ridge, the hoarse call of a cock pheasant, the rasping bark of a fox. The self that can, on- occa sion, put up a bird, and merely stand and watch in admiration, though the game bag is still empty. Meat hunting is a vanished necessity, the professional hunter ; virtually a thing of the past. But man and the open hills and fields persist, and open season is an excuse for them, to renew their acquaintance. Even the hunter does not live by meat alone. ^ Grains of Sand For Thanksgiving Dinnar? The Sputnik theme, on which we noted sev^al variations last tlf week, gets into cooking for the first time in our observation in a fantastic item from the Rocky Mountain Herald of Denver, Colo. (They say the altitude makes people’s minds whirl and soar like this out there). Asserts The Herald with the straightest of faces: “Now that the hunting season is upon us, here in Colorado, anyway, it is well to be prepared for gifts of game. Here is a rec ipe for use if you’re lucky enough to be presented with a bear— SPUTNIK SUPREME 1 Gal. vodka 1 Qt. olives 1 hunk bear meat 1 bowl caviar 1 sprinkling borsch “Since most prefer bear meat without the hair, pull hair out or shave closely. Mix other ingredi ents thoroughly, or until light and fluffy. “Pour over' bear. Great care must be exercised here or sub stance may ‘fall,’ in which case the whole dish will become ut terly useless and inedible. ‘Cooking time has not been™ accurately determined, so you must use your own judgment.” Grass or Kids? A remark that some Of us might profitably consider is one attributed to 'William Brantley Aycock, chancellor of the Uni versity at Chapel Hill. A neighbor who noticed the poor condition of the grass on V the chancellor’s lawn noted that the grass would grow faster if the kids could be kept off it for a while. The reply: “Right now I’m raising children. When I get thi'ough raising children. I’ll start raising grass,” The story reminds us of the Raleigh News and Observer, edi- ^ torial, from which we quoted a • few months .ago, recalling what a - wonderful place a back yard used to be, strewn with the para phernalia of childhood, whereas now it’s much more likely to be a landscaped plot where adults gather around the barbecue equipment in lawn chairs, while the kids go inside to watch tele vision or go to amuse themselves on the municipal playground. ^ In Right Sipot A story we like is how scien tists participating in the geo physical year discovered near the South Pole a food cache left be hind 'by a British expedition of sox-ne 45 years ago. Several cans were labeled “Keep In A Cool Place.”, A Forethought ~ Not to be accused of dragging its feet, looking backward, im peding progress or any other similar horror is the Jimior Ad vertising Club of Detroit which, we are informed, is working on a code of ethics for outer space advertising (can’t seem to get away from those Sputniks,, can we?), lest consumers on this _ earth be bombarded with broad- W casts from satellites playing re corded commercials or offering rental facilities on the moon. We can’t imagine an advertis ing medium that would offer such a temptation to make ex travagant claims. While bowling along at 18,000 miles an hour, it would be in or der, to say the least, to be breezy ^ and colorful in one’s viewpoint ™ and we can see how an adver tiser’s imagination might run away with him under those cir cumstances. Yes, the Junior Advertising Club has its work cut out for it, all right. We admire their fore thought and hope they work out a fair and conscientious code. ThePILOT Published Every Thursday by THE PILOT, Incorporated Southern Pines, North Carolina 1941—JAMES BOYD—19^ Katharine Boyd Editor C. Benedict Associate Editor ■Vance Derby News Editor Dan S. Ray Gen. Mgr. m C. G. Council Adver^^g Mary Scott Newton Business Bessie Cameron Smith Society Composing Room Lochamy McLean, Dixie B. Ray. Michael Valen, Jasper Swearingen Thomas Mattocks. Sqbscription Rates: One Year $4. 6 mos. $2; 3 moe. $1 Entered at the Postoffice at Sou^ A em Pines, N. C., as second, class ” mail mat^r Member National Editorial' AmA o ' ' iand K. C. Presi Assn.
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