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THE NEWS of Oraage Gouty Published Every Thursday by the Mews, incorporated Hillsboro, N, C. Entered at the Post Office at Hillsboro, N. C., as second-class matter. -— J. Roy Parker..*.,.President Harry S. Large.Editor and Manager Sue P. Large.r.. Secretary .EUPtCRIPTIQHr jlAtjtt — 1 Year (in Orange County).$1.50 1 Year (outside Orange County)....$2.00 6 Months (in Orange County).^...$1.00 6 Months (outside Orange County).$1.25 Special Rate to Service Men THE NEWS of Orange County is the oldest news paper of continuous operation in Orange County. Member North Carolina Press Association and North Carolina Weekly Newspaper Association Thursday, Ju)y 26, 1945 Riding For A Fall With’”much ado Over the annoncement that automobile manufacturers are produc ing new models, to be on the market by fall, and the OPA bulletin that 1942 models are being released from rationing restrictions, hopes are riding high. Everyone who needs a new car—and who doesn’t need a new car?— has his plans all made to put cash on the line for a ’46 model the moment his local dealer gets the car of his choice in stock; or else, if he __misses the boat on this deal, to settle far a - 42. . ,_• These hopes are wild day dreams, and they are riding for a fall. In the first place, 194® automobiles are going to be rationed. There _seems to be little chance of rationing being lifted before sometime in the latter part of next year. Too, only a very limited number of interchangeable parts that will go into mak ing the hankered-after cars are now in the assembly line. In the second place (and this will add to the discomfiture of those who had reconciled themselves to-taking a ’42' model if they couldn’t get anything better)’ only 6,000 1942 passenger cars remain in the country. There has been a spurt of recklessness in the last month. More gasoline each week. Cars coming out in the fall. Why shouldn’t we see how much Old Betsy will do on a stretch? Why shouldn’t we give the failing lady a last fling before we fling her on the junk heap? Why bother to have her doctered when it makes little difference NOW if she lives or dies? She’s been a temperamental servant any-. way. Now that we can fire her why bow ling er to her whim? Ride your cars this way for a couple of months and you will soon be riding on the bus. Unless you have a priority, a high priori ty, or spoke to your dealer in 1942 for a ’42 model, you’re apt to find yourself out of luck. You’ll be riding high—high over a mud pud dle afoot and hoping you’ll land on the other side when your leap is over. Now is not the time to show your car who’s boss. If you pam pered Betsy before, handle her with gold in stead of kid gloves for another year, or until you have that new car parked in your garage [owner approved by the OPA, the ODT, and the P.T.A. -- Remember these three things: ~ 7 f. New cars, when they do come, will be few. 2. New cars, when they do come, will be rationed. . ; 3. The ’42 models which are non-rationd will average about 125 to each state. Get your hopes off their high horse before the awakening crash. Take care of the car you have! "Federal Aid Te Education The question of Federal Aid to education, in the minds of many people seems to in volve merely a principle rather than sound, logical reasoning. This is the principle of state sovereignty and the ^question of cen tralization of power an# authority. Many automatically react against anything giving more power to the national government say ing that this is a tendency toward communism or a ditatorship. They don't seem to realize that our federal trinity, the legislative, exe cutive, and judiciary, eliminate any danger of this kind. The states, especially those in the South, need federal assistance in education. In many of them tax incomes are not sufficient to pro vide adequate educational facilities. As a re sult, the southern states- are losing much of their most capable youth who migrate to the North for better training and where oppor tunities are greater. ; The federal government has come to the states’ rescue in problems of unemployment, health, rehabilitation, policing, and even ag riculture. Is there any reason why it should not do so in education as well? —Howard Rambeaq WARTIME TRANSPORTATION . . . to register another register * one of the conventional and boring ^about the travel problems. Those sort gnoes of fus ses arc getting trite and somewhat useless, what with the job of transporting that has to be done in this day and time. But it is a little hard to maintain the cool, calm and collected attitude when one gets stuck only a little more than a dozen miles from home—especially at night with a day's work coming at dawn. • y*s • IMPATIENCE T6 BLAME . . . It is ev en harder to swallow the pill of being left by the last bus for four hours and it is solely the fault of the individual and his impatience. It helps a lot toj^e able to blame short com frigs tar same dffe wouldn’t stop’r or “some so-and-so made me late getting down to catch the bus." When we can pass the blame to someone else, it eases our minds and conscience^ for havijig failed to make the connections. It is almost irksome beyond control for one to find “that he has nobody but himself to cuss. * * * THE LAST ONE SLIPPED BY .,.t . Jhe last bus slipped by the Corner just after im patience had overpowered the waiters and would-be riders, and they had stepped about 25 feet away from the corner. The waiters figured that wouldn’t be so terribly bad—they could wait two hours “and get the 1:00 a.m. That would still give time for a fair amount of sleep. But there isn’t a 1:00 a.m. scheduled to run. The next one is at three.o'clock. * * * ' WHAT PRICE SLEEP . . . Three o’clock in the morning is just a little too .far into the wee. hours of the morning to start home and figure on getting in a day’s work the next day, especially when one is already sporting a perpetual yawn. At that stage of the game theTfctfiirisrin The position and attitude that he will pay almost any price for his bed and some sleep. That left one other source of transportation* since our town is not far enough along yet for airplanes and steam boats—the taxi. Their fee is pretty preeiousy but so is the bed and the kiss of Morpheus. i—.. 1 ■—1 ETAOm SHRDLU * ,.: — Ahoskie (RFD) MILDEWED . . The saturation is com plete and the rain water has no place to go except on the topside of the earth and into the making of fungi. It doesn’t take many clothes for summer living on an eastern Caro lina farm and when you try to furnish two i houses for hybrid living there aren’t too many window coverings and inside furniture either of the two places. But, when rain water comes down in sheets for two weeks without let up, overruns all the surface ditches, spreads the swamp streams all across adjoining lands, and threatens to send the Roanoke river sprawling over the river bottoms, you can ac cumulate more mildew on the skimpy cloth es and furnishings than a one-woman house hold crew can say grace over. It is*fhildewy around this plaice today. • • • ROADBUILDING . . , There’s a post poned prewar job of road building to be done on the one-mile stretch of dirt between this place and the concrete strip that leads into town. The rains are in league with the Japs; the two of them are adding delay to the post ponement. Publicized in newspapers as the first road to be surveyed for the postwar farm to-market program in the first highway dis trict, the wornout stretch of road was playing host to a bevy of engineers within three days after the good news. That was on the fourth day of the second day of fains. On this the second day of the third week of the flood, engineers and dirt strip are poth gone from my road. We either puddle or swim to town. WHERE’D SANDY GO? . . . Hillsboro’s Sandy Graham, "who came to town from a tour of the Manteo-Hatteras oceanside area and saw this road, must have turned back to Dare county in search of dry land. There isn’t any such thing around here. # • * DEFLATED* VACATION ... If the rain business keeps up one more week, this family will have its vacation bubble punc tured as flat as a Rotarian, Kiwanian, or Lion without a song on his lips and a spot on the talking program. Virginia Beach, the chosen vacation land, won’t have any lure for our waterbound family. All we need to have an ocean beach around this place is some brack ishness in the water, and the supply of house salt is only fittin’ to chunk outdoors. It doesn’t run any more. '■ __m_* — „ HOUSING . . . Bath houses and water sheds are the only housing problems where I’m living now, but I see in my favorite Orange county paper that Chapel Hill and Hillsboro are facing a living-place shortage of a more enduring kind. They’ve appointed a committee in Chapel Hill, and that settles it for C. H. In the absence of reports-to the contrary, I presume nobody has thought of naming a committee in Hillsboro. Page Mayor Ben Johnston, or the aims and object com mittee of the Lions Club. Hillsboro needs a committee—and hotel accomodations, board ing house, eating places and something to eat, houses for homes, and rentable rooms and-or apartments. • • ■ » SUN, MOON,TOBACCO . . . Heregpes a one-track mind again. The sun is peeping through the clouds this moment and last night I got a fleeting look at. the moon, I.quit offer ing any more weather advice to the tobacco housing farm crew but I am about ready to Take Your Foot Off My Face This is written for tf>e express purpose of telling you how much, how very much, I appreciate your patience an to .erance with me. Rough handling is what I^should nave re ceived—that's all some people understand. ' A University of North Carolina Marine V i?er wrote the above to his instructor a month after leaving campus or training base—and a month and two days after the instructor *fcsd*£»nsefHfci#; Marine to cct-short a -Flonda furlough and re turn to. Chapel Hill to complete overdue classroom assign ments, or else remain on campus while his buddies went on to their officer-training. The piece you will read below was written by the fellow as an optional assignment and just did make the deadline at somewhere between 2399 and 2400 on the day before grade turning-in time. Yesterday’s letter from Camp Lejeune includ ed this one statement: “I can say without hesitation that this is where I belong, not in a classroom . . . That is not to say that this is preferable, but it’s "where I should be. Now go on with your residing. BY C. H. WICKENBURG, JR. | Like several other columns th$t have appeared on this editorial page, thiqMis ' an assignment. The explanation at'the top tells what happened to put me here pushing these typewriter keys down and slamming the carriage with a left hand that would much rather be back in Florida. But as long as I have a column to write, like Ed gar Poe, I’ll write something that I feel. And right now, that’s plen ty. It seems to me that the American Fourth, Estate has committed a gross unjustice. It’s been bothering me for some time—like a mos quito in your room at night. Fin ally it bit me. I picked up a re cent issue of the Saturday Eve ning Post and read an article about a train- trip—from New York to Washington. These articles keep turning up like unwanted rela tives. They deal with war time travel. • My gripe is not the subject mat ter; it’s the approach—always the civilian angle. Probably. plenty of ray fellow servicemen hav* thought of much they could say and write about, (most of it unprint able), “conditions”. Chances are that they like me at this moment are so condemned tired that it isn’t worth the effort of griping. This time last year I was trav elling. I was on my way from San Diego, California to Columbia, S. C. The only reason this fact is men tioned is that I’ve been ponder ing which was the worst trip, that one, or the one just made from Florida. Neither of the trips were under orders. I took my chances on my own hook, just like a civilian. The word that all was not well in Chapel Hill reached me about two in the morning, Wednesday morning. A party that began with my buddy, and our two Navy nurses and wound up when most o f 1 h e Jacksonville Air Station had spent itself against the doors of the clubs that were as saulted long after the manage ment wound the cat and put the clock out. “They caught me with my pants down," was my first exclamation when I read the telegram. I didn’t realize how true that was until it dawned that my only wearable trousers were on me. You can’t go places in dirty clothes. The government issued me six pair of uniforms. Three were at a tailors being cut down to size. The other two were in an obscure Chinese laundry “Somewhere in Jackson ville”. After much- shouting and screaming about trousers, and a dozen or so cigarettes a course of action was decided upon. The fam ily and I verbally hauled the tailor, named Moe, out of bed and dragged him to his shop at 500—that is five in the morning. He didn’t approve of mother’s amazon-like .tactics but was so sleepy that he couldn’t protest and end this typewriter prattle and tote tales to the folks in the to bacco field out yonder. Those primers ought to be told to get on the double quick before the sun breaks through retreating clouds and turns thosf yellowing leaves into complete flops. That is what happens when ths hot July sun shines down on water-soaked to bacco. The process has already be gun, and I don’t want it to get out of bounds. My bright leaf Camel, Chesterfield, Lucky Strikes, and Phillip Morris cigarettes have shrunk from sight in war times but I don’t want it to happen to me in the coming peacetime era. This present field crop will soon be ageing for after-Jap-licking times and every leaf of it is solid cash money to the grower. * • • TASTES AND SMELLS . . . This week’s smell is of burnt fuel oil. Tobacco barn curers are emit ting the smelly smoke on farms all around. Tastes run to peaches and cantaloupes. In a week or so, smoke from pigs and chickens barbecue ing around tobacco will add som,e variation to the night smells. Life nevex gets dull on the farm, and recreational projects don’t eat in to your tax budget or call for bond issues. All you need to do is take one look at the grass and weeds, or the muddy bole in the drive, grab a shovel, spade, hoe and rake ahd you hkv* your todays exercise. I think I will get my morning’s workout even forgot to overcharge us. Changing pants in the automobile as we dashed madly for. the Jack sonville Naval Air Station is only vague memory. Mother kept babbling something about not get ting a plane, and raVtleih’g off train schedules going north. Dad kept mumbling that “Sherman was right.” fc. ' The Marine guard wouldn’t let them through the gate, so I left them on the double. That’s the last time I’ve seen them—and if I don’t hurry this, my furlough will be up and I’ll probably never see them again. I’m going to New River in July. Anyway, at 0545 T- had wed ged myself in the door at Oper ations Tower and asked every one going and coming if there was a plane headed toward North Carolina any time soon. They were awfully decent chaps—they offered me rides to Memphis, Mi ami, Ftenkecola, Corpus Christi, San Diego, and Kansas City. At 0620 a Navy pilot yawned at me that he was going as far as South Carolina . /. I didn’t give him a chance to say where and at 0645 we were air bound.; The trip was splendid. I con tinued to knock myself out with congratulations for a little over three hours. At 1000 we landed at at a field not far from Columbia, and at 1015 I was wondering why I hadn’t taken one of the other flights goin west. A swab-jockey (sailor, to you) tobk sadistic pleasure in informing me that the buses into Columbia ran every four hours—starting at three in the afternoon. After a voyage across the country in this manner I fancied that ~I was an old hand, but without hesi tation I confess that this rattled me to the edge of frustration. To anyone who undertakes this man ner of journey the only words of wisdom I have to impart is, “Don’t”; and the only advice is— if you do, keep on the move. If you stop and wait, your chances are no better at getting where you’re going, but if you move you’re always getting that much closer and your odds are the safne. On the garbage wagon going to the highway leading to Columbia I caught a ride. Garbage men are very interesting people. All this chap would say about his job is, “It stinks.” I told him 1 under stood. „ A country family going to mar ket in Columbia picked me up about 1130. When I got into the automobile I had my* choice of holding a large bird dog or the youngest of four children. I chose the infant. Tobacco, I learned, is slow this year. The cold spring kept it down and now this hot spell is making it bloom before it gets out of the ground too good. There is, I learned, also, something a lot' worse than a dog to hold. Paternity is for parents. These people were patriotic, square-toed Americans and at the rate of 30 miles an hour we reach ed Columbia at 1215; I might warn you that from now on you have to subtract twelve from the numbers and you’ll find out what time it is.' Military services use 24 hours as a basis of time—there’s no a.m. or p.m. Two o’clock in the aft ernoon is 1400. 1400 minus 1200 gives you 200, or two o’clock pjn., see? v When I got to Columbia I grabbed a couple of sandwiches and a bus for t^g Columbia Army Air Base and again assaulted Op erations. It ahyays happens. When a ma rine starts mixing with dogfaces, (Army), things never work out too well. I got stuck there for three and a half hours. The heat was terrific. I wonder if Major Lyons, also on this page several weeks ago, knows what he is talking about in his letter. I wondered a lot of things while I waited there; if you’ve ever waited like that, you know, for something that you don’t definitely is coming, you can understand how things can crowd into one’s mind. Some people at a time like that sing, some whisle, some read, some sleep, but 1—write poetry. I’ve been on an emotional jag for the past few months at the university. She and I have gotten to where we tell each other a lot of things—chiefly, her troubles. The whole thing, appears awfully on* sided, so T wrote: My love ter you is tangent, dear, IN THE PACIFIC S?S5S«®ii XSK&g perence ap < movies: vj \MUSJCALS 1 2.COMEDIES 3JHVS70tteS 4. DRAMAS CwiTHCAlO second^ ICKIE^ AND^a^J WAVERS^ SHUNNEDuS a JAlWs AMBU&h7| SCATS AND TROPICALS DO MOT own k©6 PACIFIC^ IOVIE-C THESE ARE1 iTHE PRIME OPTTHESCREEN'-v ,«fflPiSMSS!SS£»*« [piVMSlONu/ ‘ ^ m ttAOCWUV-trtMCft ^ Like today, unnoticed, but al ways here. Your love for me :— Lived, Died,; ■ - ^ /• i So fast -' 'r—7'- :: Like yesterday, the past, Like tomorrow, never come— Chum!_ After composing this idiotic piece of maliteracy I worked cross word puzzles until 1630, (try that one) when a captain who walked like he was pushing a plow whoa ed in front of me and announced that he going to Greensboro and would I like.to go along. I never did find out what a two letter word meaning “Sun God” was. The trip was splendid. Seems like I’ve said that before. This time I got to ride up in the compart ment with the pilot. We shouted at one another for fifteen minutes before he remembered the crate was equipped with an inter-com and then we enjoyed the quality of making a long distance call to the Ural Mountains. We landed in Greensboro at 1830. Immediately I was siezed with the feat of a repeat perform ance of that morning, but the captain saved the day and gave me a ride into town where catching the bus for Chapel Hill was mere child’s play. So I got in last night, but there was little sleep. All the jguys to whom I’d bade a farewell four days before wanted to know all They really weren’t interested in me, they were just trying to keep from studying for exams today. But every place I’ve been this morning,, that is away from this typewriter, I’ve had to explain. It’s too bad this won’t be pub lished until next Thursday. I’d like to clip it and pass it around to the curious., But: as it is, I’ll probably never see it in print. Gosh knows where I’ll be when you read this. Maybe someday I’ll write you and let you know, but Mr. Parker, my professor, says that he’s heard that song before. I hope I’ve shown that you civ ilians aren’t the only ones who have trouble travelling. As for the title—I got that from a bus ride between Raleigh and Durham. Soil News By H. E. Singletary and Clyde Ferguson , Ben Tripp, A. S. Blackwood ( E. N. Mangum of the Mt. Neighborhood have recently j ned some conservation pn on their farms. Personnel of I Neuse Riveif Soil Cons District assisted in making l plans which consisted of tens pasture improvement, sowing i icea on some of the steeper < and a rotation system to coi and build their soils. F. D. Tumage of New Community with the assistance! the Hillsboro Office of the Na River District is planning to < struct a farm fish pond. Mr.r age is rural mail' carrier in I community. Beside the fish . a complete land use program! been planned. J. H. Hanner has high for kudzu as a hay crop. He I only one-acre but receives l hay from this acre than any o on his farm. The district Mr. Hanner in getting this i started 4 years ago. Kudzu I may be cut twice during the s mer. Hanner usually cuts his f in late September. C. A. Bowden of the Ani Neighborhood is doing a fine i of conserving his sfeil. The part of his farm is terraced. 1 den farms* with the contour i ing terrace maintenance eas With the help of the District ! sonnel, terraces were estabM on a tobgcco field this spring LATTA CO-OP -DAIRY- , . Grade A Pasteurized HILLSBORO, N. C. PHONEl LOANS ar Veterans, ac* honorably rf *W«A«.(S. 'from veter amities anil fan jnfOMHi
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