t‘age TWO
THE PILOT—Southern Pines, North Carolina
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 22, 1964
Southern Pines
And Everywhere That Barry Went
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treat everybody alike.'' — James Boyd, May i*.3. 1941.
Reassuring Words
the strength and good sense of the United
States of America. Today we are the
strongest nation in all the world and all
the world knows it. We love freedom and
we will protect and preserve it. And
today, as always, our purpose is peace.’
Ringing words and true ones, but it
was the feeling behind the words that
gave them their immediate, massive
impact. No one, whether friend or foe,
could misunderstand what President
Johnson meant or doubt his will to carry
out the tremendous assignment that is
his. He was impressive as never before,
Sunday night, a leader for the great task
on which the nation is launched, who
seems as fitted as any man could be to
carry the immense responsibility which
is his today and which must remain his,
God willing, tomorrow, and the next
day, and the next.
It seems likely that the chief reaction
to President Johnson’s talk to the nation
Sunday night was relief. All over the
country, people were undoubtedly draw
ing a deep breath and standing up a little
straighter with the reassurance that there
was in the White House a man who was
steady, calm, who looked the facts in the
eye and had every intention of handling
them with sanity and common sense.
The temper of the speech, the careful
choice of the words with which the
president outlined what should be the
course of this nation in this period in the
affairs of a world that has changed many
times in the last 20 years, showed the
measure of his grasp of the situation and
his conviction. With no equivocation, no
slightest degree of political expediency,
with quiet courage, he stated his case:
“The key to peace is to be found in
The Presidential Election
The Pilot urges its readers to vote for
the Democratic Johnson-Humphrey tick
et on November 3, primarily because we
are convinced that these men are well
qualified to lead the nation, but also be
cause it is overwhelmingly important
that the approach to government taken
by the Goldwater-Miller version of Re
publicanism be decisively rejected.
Most simply stated, the issue on No
vember 3 will be responsibility, as ex
emplified in the Johnson-Humphrey ap
proach versus irresponsibility in the
Goldwater-Miller approach. The deeper
one delves into the numerous national
and international issues at stake arid the
more one examines what the candidates
have been saying and doing, the more
that conclusion is reinforced.
Goldwater and Miller are proposing a
program for this nation that is disrup
tive, inconsistent and fraught with
potential disaster, on both the domestic
and foreign fronts.
Calling for order, they propose to
withdraw government from fields of
action that have helped to create and
maintain order—in our economy, in con
servation and development of natural
resources and in numerous other types
of projects in which state and local
governments have proved incapable or
unwilling to produce results.
Calling for peace, they propose to con
duct diplomacy by threatening and de
manding, by throwing the nation’s weight
around in a manner that has, even in
imagined prospect, already alienated and
frightened our allies and deepened the
hostility of any potential foe.
Calling for faith and confidence, they
have sown fear and suspicion on all
sides. The very essence of their irre
sponsibility—from which, as illustrated
in today’s cartoon, they cannot escape,
no matter how much they amend or
backtrack—lies in the nuclear weapons
issue. Here, they are not only wanting
to weaken the absolute Presidential con
trol of nuclear weapons but they are
casting doubts that machinery for dealing
with Presidential disability and lack of
communications does now exist—as most
assuredly it does, though rightly held as
a top secret.
Calling for justice to all men, they
have ignored the travail and aspiration
of the Negro, alienating this large seg
ment of the nation’s people, while, in
order to garner “white backlash” votes,
they imply that the Negro is somehow
responsible for the violence and crime
that can only be constructively coped
with by broadening those education and
welfare programs which the Republican
standard-bearers would do away with.
Johnson and Humphrey, on the con
trary, are not talking about what must
be done away with, what must be turn
ed backward, what we must fear. They
look confidently toward the future,
propose to meet the crises—domestic and
foreign—not on an all-or-nothing, slam-
bang basis, but in a spirit of give-and-
take, of calm study, of steadiness and
restraint.
Johnson and Humphrey propose to
hold in its present course an Administra
tion that is creating, maintaining and
successfully guiding a strong, expanding
economy in which personal income and
profits are rising and unemployment is
decreasing.
Johnson and Humphrey would con
tinue an Administration that has shown
remarkable success in working with Con
gress to produce results, to enact legisla
tion and to compromise and reason in
the manner that has, down through the
history of the nation, made the Congress
an effective instrument of the national
will. One can see little but chaos in a
Congress facing the radical, outrageous
demands of the Goldwater-Miller pro
gram.
Johnson and Humphrey lead a party
that is not torn by the well-nigh unheal-
able wounds that the reactionary take
over at San Francisco opened in the
Republican party. Unlike the Republi
cans, the Democrats have a group of
leaders—the'men in the Cabinet, in di
plomatic posts, throughout the govern
ment—who are consistent and agreed in
the major aims, the abiding philosophy,
of the party. The Republicans are torn
and divided, with many of their major
spokesmen virtually silenced and reject
ed under the new Goldwater dispensa
tion.
Johnson and Humphrey would lead an
Administration motivated by human
compassion—an emotion that seems, in
credibly, to be almost entirely lacking
in the Goldwater-Miller approach to
government.
The whole realm of aid to children,
the aged and the infirm, housing, schools,
educational opportunity, medical care,
rehabilitation, the “poverty”’ program, is
dismissed by Goldwater and Miller with
an obtuseness and contempt totally out
side the American tradition. Anyone with
the slightest knowledge of the financial
and administrative problems of states,
counties and municipalities knows that
these matters could never be coped with
effectively by lower levels of government
without money, guidance and standards
from the federal level.
In short, the United States cannot af
ford—as a nation in a changing, complex
world and as a governmental organiza
tion that is now moving constructively
to meet its pressing domestic problems—
to indulge in such a peculiar experiment
as the Goldwater-Miller ticket proposes.
Grains of Sand
JL
A TIME OF ENDING AND BEGINNING
Autumn: Ws Never Too Beautiful
“It’s prettier than ever be
fore!”
The phrase has a disturbingly
familiar ring. Do you and oth- ,
ers say it every year as the
glorious burst of color rushes
upon our world each fall? It’s
more than likely. And after
all, why not? Each year seems
more beautiful than the last and
certainly this year is.
Drive almost anywhere and
you are literally overwhelmed
by the glory of the woods. Can
these actually be the same
pleasant, reliable trees that you
have known so well, passed
every day with hardly a look?
They startle you. Those lady
like elms have turned into glit
tering delicate cascades of cop
per pennies; the stiff leaves of
the hickories, with the scraggly
branches, have become the wash
ed gold of museum pieces; the
sassafras, persimmons, crepe
myrtles, the maples—especially
the town’s poor stumpy, sawed-off
maples—have lost their minds.
They have all been magicked in
to wild gypsies.
And the dogwoods. . . The dog
woods take an unfair advantage:
they go crazy twice a year. In
the Spring they turn themselves
into cascades of white, shining
in the woods with an unearthly
gleam: moonlight, starlight, the
glisten of a swan’s white breast.
And now they shine again as
Autumn comes to turn them into
towering fires and banks of
rubies.
Unlike the other seasons,
Autumn is a two-faced goddess,
a time of ending and beginning.
Shelley called the west wind of
Autumn “destroyer and preserv
er” in the ode that opens with
those ominous lines:
“O Wild West Wind, thou
breath of Autumn’s being.
Thou from whose unseen
presence the leaves dead
Are driven like ghosts from
an enchanter fleeing. . .”
One reason the poets have
written and sung so often about
Autumn is because of this duel
between the two opponents, this
challenge: life passing into death
and, D. V., becoming life again,
as the leaves die and fall and
come again as seedlings in the
Spring.
There is the ghostly feel of
death in the fall of the year,
and there is the fiery challenge
of going on: to live, to live to
the full, with zest, with gayety,
no matter what, the challenge of
the undying courage of the
flaming woods of Autumn. And
withal, to feel their beauty
again and again, every year.
“Earth’s crammed with heav
en,” wrote Elizabeth Browning,
“And every common bush afire
with God.”
Perhaps the brave spirit of
Edna St. Vincent Millay wel
comed Autumn as beautifully as
any poet ever has:
O world I cannot hold thee close
enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey
skies!
Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods this autumn day, that
ache and sag
And all but cry with color! That
gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that
black bluff!
World, world, I cannot get thee
close enough!
Long have I known a glory in it
all,
But never knew I this.
Here such a passion is
As stretched me apart—Lord, I
do fear
Thou’st made the world too
beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me—
let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no
bird call.
—KLB
The Public Speaking
When the cold snap hit last week it’s a
fair guess that a good many people made
that first move towards getting ready
for winter; they went and turned up
the heat.
With many this took the form of a
simple gesture: turning the dial of the
thermostat that would start that gentle
purring of the motor and send the heat
stealing out to take the chill off the
place. With others the move was a bit
more complicated: they stoked up the
furnace or even called up and ordered
the fuel itself; those with fireplaces had
a cord of wood hauled in.
Each year with the first frost such
moves are made, such preparations take
place in most homes, but not in all.
Always there are families or lonely old
people whose one and only move at this
time is in the form of a hope, perhaps
a prayer, that somehow there will open
up a way to stretch the meager resources,
in that flat-sided old purse, to enable
them to buy the little fuel they need so
badly in those flimsy houses where wind
whistles through the cracks.
Turn Up The Heat
It has always been the hope that some
day this town would be able to have an
agency organized to watch over and help
such situations. Most of the civic
m
groups and the churches have their social
service committees but as a rule they
go into action only in emergencies or to
work at Christmas-time, and so on. Few
are organized to undertake preventive
measures such as setting up a Fuel Fund.
What the town needs is a citizens
committee to survey the situation and
raise the moderate sum which would be
needed. Perhaps it could be administered
through the group or through the coal
and oil dealers themselves, who must
turn away the pitiful folk without the
means to pay, and who now do many
kind deeds, a burden which the com
munity should share.
Two years ago at Christmas-time, two,
possibly three, babies died in Moore
County of the cold. Ironically, the homes
were in this so-called affluent end of the
county. This is something that should
never happen and must not happen
again. But it probably will, until some
definite steps are taken.
Change Of Opinion By
Johnson Also Charged
To the Edtor:
If changing a minor phase of
one’s opinion or beliefs compro
mises one’s character and integri
ty, as you have implied that it
does in the case of Senator Gold-
water, what must you think of
the man you are supporting for
the Presidency, who has done
complete flip-flops on major is
sues?
The NAACP has endorsed—
and the vast majority of colored
people will vote for—President
Johnson who never in his life
lent himself to their cause until
it was expedient for him to do so,
in order to become the Vice Pres
ident of the United States,
whereas Senator Goldwater has
been a friend of the Negro all his
life.
The Democrats have a TV com
mercial for LBJ that says, “Pres
ident Johnson is trying to
strengthen Social Security.” The
truth is that he may bankrupt
the Social Security program by
saddling it with “Medicare.”
It was Lyndon’s insistence that
Medicare be tacked onto a bill
that had been passed by the
House—that would have increas
ed Social Security benefits by fijve
per cent—that caused the Senate-
House Conference Committee
(which has a Democratic major
ity) not to adopt the increase.
Was this because he thought
he would win more votes from
those wanting Medicare than he
would from those wanting the
five per cent increase?
Here is a timely suggestion for
a bumper sticker—LBJ for LBJ.
PAT VAN CAMP
Southern Pines
Rural Law Enforcement
Suggestions Approved
To the Editor:
As a resident of Linden Road,
near Pinehurst, who has in the
past suffered attempted break-
ins and car theft and, more re
cently, has been disturbed by the
hooliganism prevalent in this lo
cality, may I commend you on
your editorial (September 24)
“Improving Rural Law Enforce
ment”?
I am deeply grateful to Chief
Shepherd and the town police, of
Pinehurst, for their prompt and
unfailing response to calls for
help. However, I realize that this
section of Linden Road is not un
der their jurisdiction.
The inevitable delays in reach
ing sheriff’s deputies make your
two suggestions appear to be ex
cellent, especially the first, origi
nally proposed by Sheriff Kelly
—a night patrol car.
I hope your suggestions and
the petition requesting an inves
tigation of law enforcement in
the rural areas of Moore County
will be given due consideration
by the county commissioners.
(MRS.) JEAN S. BUCHANAN
(Editor’s Note: The Pilot’s
other suggestion was that ra
dio facilities in the sheriff’s
office at Carthage be kept in
operation around the clock.
They now operate only in
the daytime.)
Sees Too Much Politics
In Sheriff's Department
To the Editor:
What are the duties of the
County Sheriff’s Department? Is
the primary purpose of this of
fice a campaign headquarters? If
the members of the Moore Coun
ty Sheriff’s Department, espe
cially Mr. Grimm, would spend
as much time trying to solve
some of the crimes in the county
as they do politicking, I be
lieve there would be better law
enforcement in this county. The
sheriff’s office is full of Demo
cratic campaign material and a
member of the Department is
the campaign manager for a can
didate running for a high office
in this state.
Recently when Mr. Nixon visit
ed Moore County, the county
deputy leading this distinguished
visitor into Pinehurst did not
have the courtesy to remove the
Democratic campaign stickers on
his car. Even if it was his own
private car, we taxpayers are
paying him mileage fees and his
salary. A leading Democrat and
member of the news media
questioned him and was insulted.
I wish the citizens of Moore
County would take an interest in
this type of government. We
need new men in the Sheriff’s
Department and although they
are not up for reelection, we need
to begin now to look for better
men for this Department, regard
less of party politics.
WALLACE W. O’NEAL
Pinehurst
Take It Ox Dump It
By way of T.R.B.’s column in
this week’s New Republic,
GRAINS has coirte upon an item
that will be, we feel certain, of
earth-shaking significance to the
latest local crisis.
Said crisis being, as all citizens
must, by this time, be well aware.
The Town Garbage Dump.
It would appear that our Town
Council, energetic workers for
the Town’s best interests as they
are, have overlooked a brilliant
possibility lurking in the cur
rent admittedly somewhat whif
fy problem. Anxious as always to
lend a hand in anything that af
fects this community, GRAINS
hastens to pass on the good news
to those in charge. As follows:
The New Republic’s columnist
last week struck pay dirt in his
latest mining for the suspect in
the nation’s social structure. This
time he found it among the au
gust files of Big Business, to wit
’The Wall Street Journal, in an
article on tax deductions.
Here’s the quote as T.R.B. re
prints it, starting with his own
cutting assertion that tax depre
ciation gimmicks are “the grand-
daddies of all tax loopholes.”
From The Journal, describing
the latest of such gimmicks: “A
refuse dump investment was (ad
judged) subject to depreciation
even though it was chiefly for
two big holes in the ground."
It seems that the operator of
the project claimed annual write
offs on the ground that a certain
amount of the dumping space
was “exhausted” each year. The
claim was accepted in a tax
court majority decision.
Well, now, isn’t that some
thing! Here we’ve been in a tizzy
because the outsiders wouldn’t
pay their share and we’re going
in a hole, so to speak, and all the
time this golden opportunity
beckoned.
GRAINS gladly passes the good
news on to you. Gentlemen of
the Council and Mr. Town Man
ager. There you are. Hop to it!
Ahem. . . .
Of yearly interest, and not only
to the female sex, is the ever-
changing hemline.
Each year the ladies go
through the same agonizing
period with the problem: are you
going to hem up or let down?
Each year the weary seam
stress—and that “stress” is de
scriptive of the usual frame of
mind—plods through the same
task, up or down, and generally
it’s on the same weary hem.
Some claim the holes of former
labors are beginning to show in
the cloth.
Why doesn’t somebody invent,
along with today’s collapsible
luggage, pens that will write in
a dozen different colors, zippers,
the unstickable frying pan and
all such gimmicks, a moveable
hem? Maybe a sticky edge that
could be easily detached, moved
up and down, and pressed firmly
together again?
It’s a thought GRAINS gra
ciously offers to the brooding
technical genius. Friend, not to
say Colleague, leave off concen
trating on the genetics of the
fruit fly, the search for the miss
ing link, how to put gravity back
into the space capsule, and
brood for a while on the problem
of the hem!
Simple
According to The New Yorker
cartoonist, Whitney Darrow, Jr.,
a nudist colony “is simply the
place where men and women go
to air their differences.”
U. S. Statistic
From a recent report on the
population explosion:
“An American family has a
baby every seven seconds.”
Whew! Must be quite a family
by now.
Member National Editorial Assn,
and N. C. Press Assn.
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