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THE PILOT—Southern Pines, North Carolina
“Is That The Real Me?”
THURSDAY, AUGUST 8, 1963
Southern Pines
ILOT
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 for 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.
Over The First Hurdle
When, last March, hundreds of Moore
County residents, meeting in the court
house at Carthage, literally shouted their
approval of a proposal that the county
seek allocation of one of the state’s pro
posed two-year, comprehensive com
munity colleges, it was apparent that an
extraordinary project had been launched.
Strong popular backing for the college
had been expressed throughout the coun
ty since that momentous meeting. The
county board of education, acting as a
steering group, produced one of the
state’s first—and probably its most im
pressive—documented applications for
a college.
And then, last week, one of the colleges
was officially assigned to Moore.
'This major development in the educa
tional history of the county and the state
can, however, be converted from shadow
to substance—from paper to brick and
steel—only when Moore County voters
approve a bond issue, tentatively estima-
‘ Is That The Real Me?’-Let’s Hope Not
To answer the GOP Elephant’s mirror-
directed question, in Bill Sander’s car
toon on this page, we’d say, “Let’s hope
not! Let’s profoundly hope not!”
Senator Goldwater, a spendthrift with
words and ideas, could bankrupt the Re
publican party, morally and intellectual
ly, if he becomes its acknowledged lead
er.
Since his pre-convention-year boomlet
was launched several weeks ago, the sen
ator (as contrasted with Governor Rock
efeller) has said or done nothing to dis
avow support from the party’s far-right
and lunatic fringe, nor to indicate that he
would be unwilling to allow the party
to embrace the extremism, sectionalism
and racism that many of his supporters
apparently represent.
We see Senator Goldwater as a not-
infrequent American type: a man of
charm with a flair for leadership but so
naively, incorrigibly and intemperately
loquacious that he sometimes hardly
knows what he is saying and later is baf
fled when the wonderfully sounding
words he has spoken are labeled non
sense by listeners he otherwise has rea
son to respect. He may well be a more
sensible man than he seems, but he rare
ly gives anybody a chance to find that
out.
(Example, chosen from many, this one
in a field that neither Democrat nor Re
publican can afford to treat flippantly:
his saying that the NAACP “is trying to
kill me” and that Roy Wilkins “wants a
monarchy or dictatorship” in the United
States. Could anything be more irrespon
sible than that, voiced at the height of
the civil rights crisis?)
’That simply is not the way a national
leader speaks. And a mind like that in
the White House would be catastrophe
indeed.
Important Meaning For The World’
Dr. Albert Schweitzer, the renowned
philosopher and medical missionary, has
voiced his support for the Clark-Neuber-
ger bill for humane treatment of experi
mental animals. In a letter to Senator
Maurine Neuberger of Oregon he said,
“The ethic of Reverence for Life obliges
us to be watchful always to treat ani
mals with compassion, and all the more
so when it concerns those creatures that
serve medical research. If you pass such
a law in the United States, it will have
important meaning for the world.”
Senator Joseph S. Clark, chief sponsor
of the bill, said, “The bill is modeled on
legislation which has been in effect in
Great Britain since 1876. All we are try
ing to do is to see that in the course of
conducting the necessary experiments,
unnecessary cruelty will not be imposed
on helpless creatures but that instead, if
a painful operation is necessary, the ani
mals will be anesthetized; and if after
the operation they are suffering and can
not recover, that they will be painlessly
killed. In general, we wish to give to the
animals of our country who, unwittingly
and unwillingly, are making such a great
contribution to scientific development,
the kind of decent treatment we would
unhesitatingly give to our own cats and
our own dogs.”
Senator Neuberger pointed out that
the bill is “quietly resting” in Committee.
Urging that hearings be held. Senator
Clark quoted extensively from articles
by Cleveland Amory, noted author and
commentator, in the current issues of
The Saturday Review and The Saturday
Evening Post. “He points out in the Aug
ust 3 article that as a result of the June
1 article, he received 10,000 letters, 9,000
of them in support of his position and the
position the Senator from Oregon and I
take.”
Mr. Amory’s August 3 article in The
Saturday Review concludes with a scien
tist’s statement of examples of labora
tory cruelty which he himself had en
countered repeatedly: “(1) Operations on
unanesthetized animals because anesthe
sia was Inconvenient to the investigator.
(2) Undergraduate students dissecting
unanesthetized but drug-immobilized an
imals for ‘practice’ in their spare time.
(3) Animals in cages too small to turn
around in (some of these animals were
pregnant). (4) Animals dead from thirst
and starvation when their weekend care
taker had not come to work and had
not notified a substitute. (5) Graduate
students who professed their pleasure in
performing painful experiments. There
is no reason to assume that these stu
dents, after receiving their doctorates,
will not set up research programs of their
own.”
The Pilot on several occasions has en
dorsed the Clark-Neuberger bill and has
brought to the attention of readers other
incidents of cruelty and mishandling that
led to the writing of the bill. Numerous
outstanding scientists and medical men
have testified that the legislation would
not hamper medical research. It is not
an “anti-vivisectionist” measure; that is,
it does not oppose the use of animals in
research.
We urge interested readers to back this
important legislation by writing to Sena
tors Sam J. Ervin, Jr., and B. Everett
Jordan and to Rep. Charles R. Jonas of
the 8th District.
Further information and continuing re
ports on the progress of the effort can be
obtained from the Society for Animal
Protective Legislation 745 Fifth Avenue
New York 22, N. Y.
Cordon M. Cameron
With the death of Gordon M. Camer
on of Pinehurst, Moore County loses one
of its most widely known and most res
pected citizens.
During his 25 years on the board of
county commissioners, prior to his re
tirement from the board in 1958 (he could
have been reelected as long as he might
have chosen to run for the office), Mr.
Cameron gained not only a Moore (boun
ty but a state-wide reputation for probity
and responsibility in office. A former
official of the state-wide N. C. Associa
tion of County Commissioners said this
week that wherever he went around the
state several years ago, inquiries were
made about Mr. Cameron and admiration
for him as a man and public official was
expressed.
Mr. Cameron, above all, viewed elec
tive office as a public trust and he made
every aspect of county government his
personal concern. The extent to which
other members of the board of commis
sioners looked to him for information
and counsel was apparent after his re
tirement.
Moore County’s fiscal integrity was his
primary interest and he took great pride
in the county’s “pay as you go” programs
in school construction and other fields,
enabling the county to hold its bonded
indebtedness at a minimum.
Mr. Cameron’s courtesy, humor, kindli
ness and forebearance were unfailing
qualities of both his private and public
life. He loved Moore County and its peo
ple and they gave him their trust for
term after term in office.
Moore County’s progress in the quarter
century of Mr. Cameron’s tenure at Car
thage was great and he will long be re
membered for his devoted service to the
county during those years.
A.
ted at $1 million, to finance its construc
tion.
We are confident that the people of
the county will give this approval, know
ing that education—in a world that daily
puts increasing emphasis on skill and
training, for both young people and
adults—is no longer a luxury, but an eco
nomic and social necessity for the health
and progress of any community.
Now, we join thousands of other Moore
residents in rejoicing that the first steps
in the effort for the college have been
successful. To the county “board of edu
cation, school officials and others who
worked for the college allocation—in
cluding State Sen. W. P. Saunders and
House Speaker H. Clifton Blue—the
county’s people should be deeply grate
ful.
This is a promising beginning, an ach
ievement that should inspire a county
wide shouldering of the tasks that remain
before the college is built and put into
operation.
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TO FULFILL NEGRO EMANCIPATION
Perseverance, Not Patience, Needed
On Memorial Day. 1963.
Vice President Lyndon B.
Johnson, chairman of the
President's Committee on
Equal Employment Oppor
tunity. spoke at Gettysburg.
Pa., where President Lincoln
delivered his immortal
Gettysburg Address 100
years ago. Text of Vice Pres
ident Johnson's speech fol
lows:
On this hallowed ground, heroic
deeds were performed and elo
quent words were spoken a cen
tury ago.
We, the living, have not forgot
ten—and the world will never
forget—the deeds or the words of
Gettysburg. We honor them now
as we join on this Memorial Day
of 1963 in a prayer for permanent
peace of the world and fulfillment
of our hopes for universal free
dom and justice.
We are called to honor our own
words of reverent prayer with
resolution in the deeds we must
perform to preserve peace and
the hope of freedom.
We keep a vigil of peace
around the world.
Until the world knows no ag
gressors, until the arms of tyran
ny have been laid down, until
freedom has risen up in every
land, we shall maintain our vigil
to make sure our sons who died
on foreign fields shall not have
died in vain.
In Bondage
One hundred years ago, the
slave was freed.
One hundred years later, the
Negro remains in bondage to the
color of his skin.
The Negro today asks justice.
We do not answer him—we do
not answer those who lie be
neath this soil—when we reply
to the Negro by asking, “Pa
tience.”
It is empty to plead that the
solution to the dilemmas of the
present rests on the hands of the
clock. The solution is in our
hands. Unless we are willing to
yield up our destiny of greatness
among the civilizations of history,
Americans—white and Negro to
gether—must be about the busi
ness of resolving the challenge
which confronts us now.
Our nation found its soul in
honor on these fields of Gettys
burg one hundred years ago. We
must not lose that soul in dishon
or now on the fields of hate.
National Interest
To ask for patience from the
Negro is to ask him to give more
of what he has already given
enough. But to fail to ask of him
—and of all Americans—^perse
verance within the processes of a
AUSTERE BUT TRUE
We must hold fast to the aus
tere but true doctrine as to what
really governs politics and saves
or destroys states. Having in
mind things true, things elevated,
things just, things pure, things
amiable, things of good report,
having these in mind, studying
and loving these, is what saves
states.
—MATTHEW ARNOLD
free and responsible society
would be to fail to ask what the
national interest requires of all
its citizens.
The law cannot save those who
deny it but neither can the law
serve any who do not use it. The
history of injustice and inequali
ty is a history of disuse of the
law. Law has not failed—and is
not failing. We as a nation have
failed ourselves by not trusting
the law and by not using the law
to gain sooner the ends of justice
which law alone serves.
If the white over-estimates
what he has done for the Negro
without the law, the Negro may
under-estimate what he is doing
and can do for himself with the
law.
If it is empty to ask Negro or
white for patience, it is not empty
—it is merely honest—to ask per
severance. Man may build barri
cades—and others may hurl
themselves against those barri
cades—but what would happen
at the barricades would yield no
answers. The answers will only
WAKEFUL OLDTIMER WONDERS
Is Living Improved By Time?
Recently The Pilot printed
excerpts ifrom "Mrs. Apple-
yard's Year" by Louise An
drews Kent, in which sum
mer nights "when leaves rus
tle like hot silk" brought back
to the nostalgic Mrs. Apple-
yard memories of a time that
seemed to her more reward
ing than the present. In the
following passages from the
same book, Mrs. Appleyard
continues her midnight med
itations.
Instead of counting miser
able sheep, Mrs. A. is going
over some of the things you
used to do that nobody dbes
any more.
No on.3 had found out that you
could make cheese in twenty-
four hours. When you made
cheese, you began with the June
milk that had the taste of new
grass in it. A cheese weighed
twenty-five pounds or more. It
had to be turned every day till
October. This exertion is now un
necessary and very likely sooner
or later som.eone will invent a
detector to tell modern cheese
from new rubber boots, because
we are a very ingenious people.
Women were oppressed, ol
course, but their ankles were
still exciting. When Mrs. Apple-
yard was eighteen, her street suit
was made of black broadcloth and
had a train. It must have been a
pretty sight to see her maneuvet
the train through mud and slush
to the street-car. In moments of
haste it is possible that she show’-
ed fully three inches of thick silk
stocking chastely clocked with
white, and even a hint of the
blue ribbon that ran coyly in and
out of the eyelet embroidery of
her petticoat. Not her flannel pet
ticoat naturally. That triumph of
striped viyella, gathers, and feath
er stitching stopped just below
her knees, about where her new
tweed skirt does now.
It seems sad to think of a girl
sewing five yards of brush braid
around the bottom of a skirt and
running in all that ribbon and
having practically no amusement
of a cultural nature. *1110 arts
were in an untutored state. If
you listened to Beethoven’s “Pas
toral Symphony” you had to do
so uninspired by centaurs like
flabby life guards or pale blue
centaurettes as classic as Gypsy
Rose Lee. Painters did portraits
with only one eye on each side of
the head. Horses in sculpture
looked strong enough to carry
their riders and as a rule gave
no obvious signs of spavin, gland
ers, or blind staggers. Poets play
ed fair with their readers. You
could tell it was poetry. Each
line began with a capital letter.
The ruder words of the Anglo-
Saxons were kept for writing on
sidewalks in yellow chalk. People
had to put up with the acting of
Bernhardt, Duse, Irving, Terry,
Forbes-Robertson, and Mrs. Fiske.
The Grapes of Wrath were still
stored. Yes, it was a dull and un
tutored time.
Had Its Points
Still it had its points. It was
etiquette for men to send girls
books, flowers, and candy—and
they did. Mrs. Appleyard, who
remembers happily certain boxes
of marrons glaces and sprays of
orchids, has informed her daugh
ters that this is fully as good as
the code that allows men to pre
sent strings of emeralds—only
they don’t.
In fact, by the time she has
thoroughly waked herself up
with thoughts of the good old
days, the only things she can
think of that are improvements in
this age of cellophane are orange
juice and electric lights.
But of course she’ll feel better
in tho morning.
be wrought by our perseverance
together. It is deceit to promise
more as it would be cowardice to
demand less.
Moment of Challenge
In this hour, it is not our re
spective races which are at stake
—it is our nation. Let those who
care for their country come for
ward, North and South, white and
Negro, to lead the way through
this moment of challenge and de
cision.
The Negro says, “Now.” Others
say, “Never.” The voice of respon
sible Americans—the voice of
those who died here and the great
man who spoke here—the voices
say, “Together.” There is no oth
er way.
Until justice is blind to color,
until education is unaware of
race, until opportunity is uncon
cerned with the color of men’s
skins, emancipation will be a
proclamation but not a fact. To
the extent that the proclamation
of emancipation is not fulfilled in
fact, to that extent we shall have
fallen short of assuring freedom
to the free.
Ivy Loatheis, Arise!
This is that time of year when
householders survey their yards
to mark the rampant changes
wrought by Nature since Spring-
great shoots soaring from once
neatly-trimmed shrubs; weeds
everywhere, of course (must pull
them before they go to seed!);
tree branches brushing the face
where once one walked freely;
impenetrable tangles of honey
suckle and wisteria in neglected
fence corners.
And ivy. But for comments on
that wily vine (which never
seems to grow at all but sudden
ly has taken over just what it
wanted and planted its sticky lit
tle feet to stay) here’s John Mor
ris in his delightful volume,
‘"Come Rain, Come Shine:”
“Women, even the best of
wives, agree with gardeners in
loathing ivy. They too hate slugs,
snails, ‘Arry-long-legs, arri-wigs,
woodlice, though for different
reasons; they hate them because
they give them the creeps.
Also they have provident
minds and hate to think of walls
crumbling in the grip of the
Jo\1ely, clinging, wanton plant.
Moreover, they are possessed by
the notion of tidiness. They de
light in snipping and pruning and
clipping and trimming, as did Her
late Majesty Queen Mary, whose
memory we revere. But she too
hated ivy. It is said she would
issail it personally, with shears
n her gloved hands; she would
sever its stems, and rip it from
the walls; and even if she were
staying in some subject’s house
she would seek permission to at
tack the ivy, her ladies-in-wait
ing standing dutifully by, she for
midably armed with the clippers
and the well-oiled shears.
“It would have been a bold and
impudent ivy that would dare to
put forth the tiniest tendril after
receiving so stern a reproof from
so magnificent a lady as she was.”
It's Tough
What can you do?
We print below a sad plea from
a neighbor, first pointing out has
tily that our dog’s feet are 2x3.
(We ran home and measured.)
Dear Editor;
To tip-toe through the daisies
is all very poetic and lovely—but
when some huge creature with a
5x4 paw (I measured carefully)
stomps through my beautiful pe
tunia plants I have so diligently
cared for and staked up—it is
enough to discourage any long-
suffering gardener.
Would it be at all possible
for the owners of dogs to keep
them in their own lot—or at least
on leashes? Then those of us who
love flowers might have an even
chance of enjoying their fruition.
—Mrs. O. A. Dickinson
Ooooo—we sympathize. With
us it’s box bushes the visitors
love. And our own dog uses the
flower-beds for his bed and one
special spot in the very middle
of the zinnias as a bone storage
vault. Sickening.
There Will Be Songs
There will be songs that folk
singers will sing
Of the old times now new.
With their practiced fingers tam
ing the guitars
Saved from this long ago.
Naturally, the key of these songs
will be minor;
Futures transpose the past
So that new days may always
seem more glowing.
More major than the last.
Our world will be reflected in
wistful measures
That folk singers will sing.
And, balancing on time, all those
who walk now
Will step from every string.
—Norma McLain Stoop
THE PILOT
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Southern Pines, North Carolina
1941—JAMES BOYD—1944
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