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(Ont Day Nearer Victory) THURSDAY, DECEMBER i6 J Page 2 THE WAYNESVILLE MOUNTAINEER The Mountaineer Published By THE WAYNESVILLE PRINTING CO. Main Street Phone 131 Waynesville, North Carolina The County Seat of Haywood County W. CURTIS RUSS Editor MRS. HILDA WAY GWYN Associate Editor W. Curtis Russ and Marion T. Bridges, Publishers PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY SUBSCRIPTION RATES One Year, In Haywood County $1.75 Six Months, In Haywood County 90c One Year, Outside Haywood County 2.50 Six Months, Outside Haywood County 1.50 All Subscriptions Payable In Advance Enteied at the pout nffne at Waynesville. .V C, as Second Class Mull Hatter, nw provided under the 'Act of March 3, 187tt, November 20, 1 U 1 4 . Obituary notices, resolutions of reuiwct, curd of thanks, and ll notices of entertainment for profit, will be churKed for at Ue rate of one cent per wold. NATIONAL CDITOUAL- North Carolina J 'ntsi association) THURSDAY, DECEMBER 16, 1943 (One Day Nearer Victory) in An iu iti -r Jicutn Don't Spend It All Christmas is always a temptation to over spend. One's generosity seems to reach its peak at this season. You suddenly remem ber old friends that you would like to show you had thought of them. One sees need about them. There are often forgotten chil dren to pull one's heart strings, and thereby open our pocketbooks to make them happy. All these things are admirable and we would not for worlds keep anyone from mak ing a generous gesture, but we merely want to send out a warning. Don't be too lavish this Christmas, for in addition to carrying on the traditional customs of the Yuletide, we have a tremendous job ahead of us. The war is reaching critical heights. We must support our government, which will soon ask the country for 14 billion dollars in bond purchases. We know that we will reach the goal asked of u3. We have not failed as yet, for there is too much at stake. So let us not send the surplus that comes our way on passing things, for war bonds bought will serve not only our country at the present but ourselves in that rainy day that comes to us all. In other words, don't spend it all this Christmas, but hold back for the Fourth War Loan Drive in January. Forty Years Hence Tomorrow marks the 40th anniversary of the birth of aviation at Kitty Hawk. The event will be commemorated at the same spot at the same hour and on the same date on Friday, December 17th. In the words of Gertrude Carraway, well known North Carolina feature writer and newspaper woman, "Instead of the shifting sands of the grassless Kill Devil Hills from which the Wright brothers took their mo mentous first successful air flight in a ma chine heavier than air, raised by its own power, with only five witnesses from the frankly skeptical vicinity, the spot today is firmly anchored and planted and surmounted by a mammoth memorial in national recog nition of the outstanding accomplishments of the now famous inventors." As has often been the case with other invention a war has given impetus to their improvement. The plane did not come into its own or prove of any real significance until World War I. In the years that follow ed great progress was made, but it fades in the making as compared with what is taking place today. The event at Kitty Hawk will be very different this time. We doubt if there will be standing room near the spot, while on the first flight 40 years ago, only five per sons attended. It is said that only slight publicity was given the event. It was more or less the crazy ideas of two brothers, Or ville and Wilbur Wright, who had been tink ering around. In looking back over 40 years of flying, one is apt to rush ahead and wonder what aviation will be 40 years hence. All seem to agree that after peace comes from the second World War, it stands to revolutionize our lives. We find ourselves today viewing the long stretches of land in this section as possible sites for an airport, which we will be compelled to have to keep abreast of the times which we trust is not far distant When his wife can read him like a book, the smart man turns over a new leaf. Where the Gasoline Goes An infantry division today has 11,000 times the automotive power the same units would have required in World War I, George A. Renard points out in the bulletin of the National Association of Purchasing Agents, and as a result two-thirds of the tonnage of supplies must be devoted to the petroleum products, leaving only one-third for food, armament and all else. "So," he remarks, "any invasion plan must be based on petroleum products, and any loosening of restrictions on their non-essential use will have to waitfor that uncondi tional surrender of Fortress Europe." Pitts burgh Press. "FACE" ON THE BARROOM FLOOR We Draw the Line While we have never thought that women looked their best in slacks and garments built along such definite lines of exposure, we have conceded that at times and under certain conditions pants for the ladies were not only sensible, but most appropriate. We like the modern girl in ways too numer ous to mention. We tolerate her new fangled ideas because on the whole we have admir ation for her courage and her willingness to put her hand to any job that comes along. We find ourselves defending her at every turn. We admire women doctors, lawyers, or defense workers in every field. We know that in the great emergency of manpower shortage she has carved a name for herself in history. She will always be included in the future in affairs once guided entirely by masculine brains. But there is one thing we just can't take. It should be nipped in the bud at once. We see that in some of the department stores Mrs. Santa Claus is greeting the youngsters because the old man is too busy to come. Now if the old fellow can't make it this year "in person", we forgive him, though it does look like there might be some 4-F-er to pinch hit for him, but we beg of him to keep Mrs. Santa Claus at home, where she has been all these years, cooking and help ing the old man when her household cares would permit. Going back to the pants question, it is not the wearing of the old man's clothes that gets us, but it is the very idea of a lady Santa Claus. We sincerely hope that the local stores don't ask Mrs. Santa Claus here. PACK'C oWASHIWGTOK Oyster In General's top Marholl'i Trick Credite Breaks Ice With British With Dispelling Prolo.0 Special to Central Press WASHINGTON Anecdotes on Gen. George C. Marshal' going the rounds in Increasing numbers of late, spurred by prominence in the global war. Here is one that comes well vouch i for. It seems that during the early days of collaboration teuJ the American and British high commands, there was much reserv" much standing on ceremony, that all disliked but didn't seem t' know how to obliterate for an easy exchange of views. Marshall felt that progress was being impeded by d'fidence of the meJal-covere' generals. So he gave a dinner party. The joint chiefs of staff com' mittee was seated at one big table, which bore no table cloth Or of the courses was oysters baked on the half she,, i and each diner was given a cotton glove, the bett '.' to handle the steaming bi-valves. Marshall v," seated at one end of the shining table. When he served he pretended to fumble in applying his fori to the oyster, and flipped a half-shell across th. table into the lap of a top-flight Britis.i general. That did the tnckj There wa9 general laughter, and from that moment on, so the storjf goes, the ice was broken and the Yanks and Limeys tosstd aiidrf protocol and got along beautifully together. 1 Top Generals Gel Along Famously HERE and THERE By HILDA WAY GWYN Christmas Seals We join the local sponsors in asking you to buy Tuberculosis Christmas Seals this year. Perhaps we should say rather we join in reminding you, for we feel sure that is all you need to make you buy your quota. Our local goal is not high when we consider the population of our community, if every individual takes part as they should in this worthy cause. Make it a rule to put one stamp on each piece of mail you send out from now until Christmas. If you follow this you can have the deep satisfaction of know ing that you have helped some needy child have nourishing food. Maybe you have helped bring cheer to some bed-ridden tuber cular patient, whose days are numbered. We realize that we are having one drive after another, and there are calls from every corner for all the "spare change" we have, but this annual sale feels a need each year in our community, and nothing should make us forget to contribute. The "enemy" tuberculosis here on the home front has been fighting us many years, and we have, with the help of science and improved standards of living, almost beat him, but not quite. One of our biggest jobs is to prevent him from making inroads in our community. Only one fourth of the money derived from the seals is sent away, and the remain ing three fourths is kept for local preven tion work. So buying Christmas Seals is after all contributing to a large part of our own community welfare. mmwa nwaWTiiiiirftii nlfflnll'lrl1lnrrrmnlnlflrwnrlfd I through them all the thread of American humor, which is never failing. . . . (Incidentally, the roy alties earned by the sale of the book will be donated to the relief agencies of the various branches of the armed forces.) Experts say a circle cannot be squared. Some street-car wheels come pretty close. The wife's bill for slacks would run much higher if she went through her own pockets as often as she does her husband's. Some little folks think a small turkey is better than a big one. There isn't so much hash. An Ohio girl married a policeman who arrested her. Does that come under the head of "revenge is sweet"?' In his most recent speech Hitler said, "Whatever may happen at the end, victory is certain." Naturally he didn't tell the Ger man people for whom. ' DAVID R. BRITT, JR. We have a suggestion to make for a Christmas gift ... it is a book and the nice thing about it is that it is suitable for anybody old enough to read, either in ser vice or civilian life . . . which we realize is a pretty large statement, but after our review and the ex cerpt which follows, we are inclin ed to think that you will agree with us. . . AVr only hope you have time to get a copy for a gift for some one that has been puzzling you, for it is just off the press. . . The title is "A Book of War Letters," edited by Harry E. Maule, and is a Ran dom House volume. . . Chief Petty Officer David R. Britt, Jr., native North Carolinian, is 28 years old and has been in the Navy for the past 14 years. He is a redioman on his ship and he also handhs a machine gun on the port side. He is married and the Louise and the Dotty referred to in his letter are his wife and his four-year-old daughter. In his let ter he dEscribes the life of a bomb er stationed at Guadalcanal. . . Of local interest is the fact that it contains a letter written by David R. Britt, Jr., to his sister, Mrs. Robert Pearce of Waynesville, whos: daughter Evelyn, is now a student at Western Carolina Teach ers college . . . and we know that Evelyn is making a name for her self . . . we recall her record at the local high school, that is why we know she is making one at W. C. T. C. . . She is one of those lucky youngsters who has looks, brains, and personality plus. . . But back to her mother and her uncle. . . We were especially inte rested in the letter, because one day we happened in the Pearce Bakery and Mrs. Pearce told us that she had just sent her brother who was stationed at Henderson Field, Guadalcanal a fruitcake. . . But little did we realize then what history that fruitcake would make. A contest was held, as you may have noticed sometime ago of let ters from men and women in the service . . . the one by Chief Petty Officer Britt was entered by his sister. . . The letters in the book are from every branch of the ser vice, including the WACS, WAVES, SPARS and Nurses. . . They were written from England, North Afri ca, India, China, Alaska, Australia, at sea, from flying fields in Ameri ca and training camps . . . and everywhere you will find an Ameri can in the service of his country. . . The book is divided into sections and you can turn to the branch of the service you are most interest ed in and find a letter that will send a glow around your heart, because it was written under the same conditions that your son, your husband, or your daughter may be serving. It will give you a clearer understanding of what they are going through. . . The book gives a perfect cross-section of our armed forces both on the battle fronts and in training. . . It is a human history of the war . . . and asidi from the accounts of personal experiences, "the value of the let ters lies in the fact that they are a direct expression from the grass roots of America Thsse are the people the undefeated." The letters were written to home folks when the writers were off their guard and they show the natural courage, determination and patriotism in the face of combat . . . and there is ever present Patsu-one-one Feb. 1, 1943 Dearest Sis; Probably sounds screwy to get a letter with a question in the first sentence, but here goes. Did you ever eat a fruitcake in a fox hole? No? Well honey, I have and believe me from the bottom of my heart it's great. What I mean is having the fruitcake 'to eat, not being in a darn foxhole. Of course one learns to love a foxhole down here at Henderson Field in good old Guadalcanal when the Japs start coming over with their bombs. It's fun the first time it happens; but when you have just seen and talked with your buddies and those little yellow devils come over and then your buddies aren't there any more to talk to, then it ceases to be fun. Hope you understand what I mean. We fellows see so much that we are unable to talk about. Anyway, I must-be protected by the devil 'cause I've had fellows right near me get killed. Also when flying we have been shot at with everything but the old Chic Sale and we still always manage to get back to our base. Sometimes honey, I think it is because of Louise and Dotty that I have been so lucky. The nearest I have ever come to getting it was when we were fighting off a bunch of Zeros and a bullet graz ed my arm and I lost my wrist watch. We went out one time on a bombing hop over Munda point on New Georgia Island with a full crew of eight. We dropped our bombs O. K., and did plenty of damage, but we only came back with four. Fellow alongside of me firing starboard machine gun was kelled first thing. I think I got the Jap that got him. I fire the gun on port side. You should see the Jap flags painted on the side of our plane, one for each plane we have shot down and also for our bombing hops, which are about three a week. But now we will get back to the cake. I wag out on a hop until 6 p. m. We had no sooner got in than a raid started. I scrammed for my foxhole with a bottle of wine in my hand. Got there and there was your package for me. One of the fellows had put it down there. He figured I'd find it there since much of my time is spent in there after dark. PUase Sis, write me as often as you can. You'd be surprised what it does to a fellow whsn he re ceives a letter from back home. When mail comes in, the Japs real ly catch hell then, and that's straight dope too. Call it what ycu may, but it helps plenty. Good night now. Hell is break ing loose. Write, me. Got places to go. All my love, DICK NEW FLARE-UPS in Washington about British influence on thJ United States rationing system includes this one that Robert Small! wood, a top executive of E-ngiana s upion tea company, i3 B ' poei behind the OPA throne" as xar as price poncing goes. High OPA officials assert, however, that Smallwood is merely act. ing in an "advisory capacity" as a consultant; working two or thred . . . t V A IL. vnftiict r9 Ton i. Dha...1 . 1 aays a ween ai yjrn. uk -4"--j. wwmco uiumuee, Business chief of the organization s price department. Nevertheless, the case calls to mind the experience of anothti Englishman who was called before the Boren committee of the hous to tell congress about his part In forming OPA policies. He wai Israel Moses Seiff, executive of a large British chain store system, also employed as an urA consultant. After bitter criticism from members of the congressional com mittee, Seiff severed his connections with OPA anl returned trf England. SOME WASHINGTON MEDICOS are criticizing the practlcof few of their colleagues wno write milk "prescriptions" authonzin dairies to give preference to certain customers if faced with inad quate supplies lor an. Condemning the action as unethical and apt to provoke a mill panic, these physicians con'.end moreover that it is unnecessary evel from the standpoint of sick people and infants. All nutritional e! ments supplied by milk, they argue, can be obtained from oil, sources. "As far as dairy products are concerned, they are non-psn r.!:al one eminent pediatrician, who asked that his name be win. held, cf plained. "The familiar soy bean, with the addition of some easily obtainable vitamins, produces a per fect food easier and cheaper than it can be obtained from the cow." The above-mentioned gentleman predicted, in short, a world without cows. Already there are rumblings in congress. Harold L. Reach, vlci president of the American Soy Bean association, hitting at dijcrinil inatory tax measures which, he said, insure the popularity of dalr products, urged the house agriculture committee to "let the co stand on its own feet against the soy bean." JIM WATSON spent 40 years in house and senate repivsenUiig Indiana. Jim was and is known as a greeter, never failing to a man or woman by first name. But he slipped once. While Phil LaFollette of the Wisconsin LaFollettes was govemoi of the Badger state he went to Indianapolis to, address the junloi Chamber of Commerce. While being taken through the swank lumbia cub, Hoosier GOP stronghold, by his host, Jack Ruckelshai they encountered Jim. With his usual effusiveness Jim threw his arms around both the boys, with a hearty greeting to Ruckelshaus, who broke In with: "Senator, you know Gov. Phil LaFollette of Wisconsin " "Know him! Know him!" Watson Interrupted. "Of course I know him. Where is he? I want to shake hands with him! Comjreii A v.oi vetsui The Voice Of The People What is your first recollection of i Christmas? Tyson Cathey "I got a wagon for Christmas and when I got out of bed the next morning I got into the wagon, is about the first thing I remember about Christmas." Mrs. E. J. Hyatt "I remember coming down stairs to my mother's room and seeing the stockings hanging on the mantle piece above the fire." Mrs. Hugh Jolly "I recall that during my father's lifetime we had big Christmas celebrations. One vear Santa Claus brought my sister Mary and me doll bowls and pit chers (it was the bowl and pitcher days) and I broke my sister's, and my mother made me give up mine to her. But even so it did not spoil my Christmas, for I never recall an unhappy Christmas in my childhood." PREDIGREED DOG A woman was joking about her neighbor who was foolish about her pet dog. Woman : "She seems to think more of that dg than she does of her own son." i Friend: "Well, my deai after all the dog has a pedigree." C. B. Hosaflook "The earliest recollection of Christmas I have is going to a Sunday school Christ mas tree and hearing Santa Claus sing a song about being bom 4,000 years ago and I was thinking how old he must be. I could not have been very old, for my twin brother and I were still wearing dresses." is a Sunday School Christmas tf in Asheville. They called James Kerr one pair of so James Kerr was my brother a they teased him ever after abl that one pair of socks. ' Mra. R I. Coin "I rememl us having a whole bunch of ba nas that my father had Droui from Charleston. They were nnlu niwi in tnwn. I recall gol up stairs and lowering them fri a window unknown to tne rest the family to my brother Roy i my cousin Joe Tate, and we them." Mrs. George Craig: "The ft thing I remember about thris it ia rherkinc Sears and Roebt catalogue for toys and finding th later under the Christmas tree Letters To Th Editor Mrs. Aldeen Hall "The first thing I remember about Christmas was one time my parents plac:d our gifts on a white table cloth on the floor and the first gift I recall was a little china cup and saucer." A. E. Ward "I had a brother just two years younger than my self. He was just big enough to get hold of his stocking Christmas and when he did, he said, 'Look down, Look down, there is more in there than I ever saw before in my life'.' Mrs. James W. Killian "I re call hanging up my stocking at the fireplace in my mother's room and finding In the toe of the stock ing the next morning a sterling silver souvenir spoon of Florida." Mrs. John K. Boone "The first thing I remember about Christmas Editor The Mountaineer, Many farmers, because of oooonnol rlrnn in h0 DHCeS 8 i. t I ...'fnarinn are "5f i present iceu bhu"-" - , j ing out" their brood sows m I regards to next spring r mana inai rauui""s . , 1 or without regards to the old I j th.i "mVion pvervbody is f"f 1 out of a business, it's a good tiff. I SWJ I. u n rroducf H,xperieiiLeu " should consider keeping u i sows as th:ir farm aim -ply will support. By properly i Hzing grazing crop (3 bmj spring oats. 3 pounds 20 to Z5 pounas ui acre) pig and pork costs can cut by 10 to 25 per . .... The War Food Admin. stn- announced on jn oven - following program, cember 1, 1943. f(ff 1. Quotas are uk" . next 90 days, VerJl to sell home-butchered po l"'For a limited veriod, OPA, . . w of pointi reducing me nu" -quired to purchase porK. f 3. The support price for W CCoatianed tP ll) '
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