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THE NEWS et Orange Cm* .} Published Every Thursdayby THE NEWS, INCORPORATED J. Roy Parker, President Hillsboro, N. C. Entered at the Post Office at Hillsboro, N. C, as second-class matter. Harry S. Large....Managing Editor Ann Ingle.Editor SUBSCRIPTION RATE8 1 Year (in Orange County)..i.$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 Carolink Press Association and North Carolina Weekly Newspaper Association Thursday, November 22, 1945 Make Hoaesick or Hopeful We have beea publishing weekly (except list week when space' was at a premium) a* list of Orange men discharged. Otrr “firsr re port from overseas as to how these name? affect men still in service comes in a letter Pfc. Alton Bishop, son of Mr. and Mrs. I. W. Bishop of Chapel Hill, route 2, sent home. Pfc. Bishop says, “I really hadn’t been home sick until L goi_ The News, and it made me terribly homesick to see how many of the boys from the county had gotten their dis charges and come home.” If we stopped reading Pfc. Bishop’s letter with that sentence, we would almost be tempt ed to do away with our veteran’s section. It seems that it’s heaping coals on an open wound to taunt boys overseas by listing names of luckier men. If homesickness were the only sensation created, out would go Orange Vet erans .with this issue. But hope steps in. Bishop thinks things over and continues his letter with, “Oh, well! I guess it won’t be long until I will be com ing back to the states, too.” If others are re? turning, surely there is home for him. We quote further from the letter since this twenty-four-year-old serviceman now in Japan has said some nice words about the paper. “I have just received The News, and oh, how glad I was to get it.” There’s noth ing like a hometown paper to bring a touch of home to those away. We thank Pfc. Bishop for confirming our belief in this theory. Bishop has had a tough time of it. He needs a touch of |ion^. To his folks he wrote, “In New Caledonia it was pretty bad. I — slept fur nightsin mud and water up to my knees. It rained every day I was there. I tell you, when we got to Luzon I thought I would never see home any more. You don’t know how I felt. There was blood falling all around my head. Of course, after it was all over, I got a battle star and five extra points. But I wouldn’t go through that again for five mil lion stars and -points.” Things are looking up now, and we hope Bishop will have more time and better con ditions under which to read the paper. “I am living in a seven-story building with steam heat in Japan. Those Japs still want to keep right on fighting, though. We boys had to go out the other night and bury two Japs. But I’m feeling fine and enjoying reading The, News and letters from home.” .. We thank you, Alton Bishop, for the build up. And we hope that you’ll keep right on reading your paper, veterans and all, with hope growing and homesickness diminishing. BY THE EDITOR invitatione because I knew I would disgrace myself by crying. I always cried at weddings. So every nuptial ceremony which I’ve written up since working on this paper has been writ ten from information given me instead of from an eye-witness ^viewpoint. I hadn’t at tended a wedding since my own until Thurs day when Ruby Bivins married Bill Miller in.the Baptist church here. I didn’t cry, and I’ve decided that the only reason I ever cried before was from envy that some gal had snared her man while I remained an old maid. I will never make a society reporter. I had hopes before going to that wedding. Now I know better. In the first place, sitting square behind a post is something a well-versed re porter is- not doing this season. I couldn’t see a thing without leaning on the shoulder of the woman next to me, and she didn’t appre ciate that a bit. By twisting and turning and getting jabbed in the eye by this lady’s hat pin, I managed to get a fairly full description of the flower arrangement at the altar. Wed ding write-ups call for floral profusion, don’t they? At least I got that much. Mrs. C. Scott Cates and Miss Helen Caston soon began the pre-knot tieing rendition of appropriate music, and I knocked myself out trying to recognize melodies and recollect composers. The biggest boner was mistaking “To A Wild Rose’’ for ‘‘Going Home,’* which THE WEDDING . . . Weddings are definitely not up my alley. Eor a long time I have refused, dodged and side-stepped all Everything happened at the same time. Strains of:“Here Comes the Bride” wafted through the church, and there came a steady stream of ushers, matron of honor, flower girl, groom, best man and bride. Never a pause for reporter identification. Whizz! There wen; the matron of honor in pink. Who was she? What was the material of her dress? What in heaven’s name were all those flowers in her bouquet? Mrs. Marvin Walker on- my left whispered she was the bride's sister, but t save her life..Marie couldn’t remember what her married name was. Then the flower girl. Yep, that was Daisy Dinsmore’s Susie, and wasn’t that a cute dress she had on? But was it organdy or taffeta, voile or chintz? From where I sat it might h^ve been nylon. Phooey to wedding write-ups, I began to think, then, consoled myself with the thought that some member of the family could wise me up later. The bride came in so fast I couldn’t tell if she was in white or black. And flowers? Surely She had flowers. Marie Walker to the rescue again. “She’s carrying a prayer book with an orchid.” “What’s her full name?” I whispered back. “Is she a second or first lieu tenant in the Nurses’ Corps?” Marie didn’t know. I didn’t know. But surely the family could tell me. ~ As to the Jbest man, neither Marie nor I had the slightest hotion what his name might be;.-Re was in the Navy, t could sec blue from behind my post, but I couldn’t see stripes on either his sleeve or the groom’s. But surely the family would know • It THE,FAMILY KNEW ... The family knew nothing. All I ever got out of any of them, including the mother, was that the best man’s name was Eddie. Eddie what? Eddie who? "Well,” said the bride’s mother, ‘‘I’m sure his last name started with an ‘S.’ Let’s make it Sanding; nobody’ll know the differ ence.” And I learned Eddie was the best best man who ever lived, that he’d done every thing to help out, including making an offer to the groom to slip a bus ticket along with the ring as a last chance if the groom wanted to change his mind. Then came a brain storm. Maybe Eddie had signed the marriage cer tificate and would be recorded by full name in the register of deeds office. And guess what Eddie’s name turned out to be! Edgar F. Felding, Jr. All of that, and where did the Sanding come in? .- • ~— WHICH REMINDS ME . . . That 16-year old Casanova of a Sonny Ellsworth seems to keep weddings on his mind(. Or at least women. I wonder if it’s the California cli mate. When the story of his elopement with Mrs. Eleanor Deveny broke last week, I sat back for a short Jjfeath.and tried to think of a Freudihnism tflat might serve as a proper label. Sonny, the same young gentleman who and Papa Ellsworth go scooting for an annul ment, has bad luck with his women. Husbands of the women who know Sonny have even harder luck with their women. If I were Sgt. Deveny, I’d take my wife out to the near est chopping block and use the sturdiest slab •of wood in the pile right where it’d do the most good. Then I’d send her back to kinder garten where she belongs. As for Sonny, I’d mar some of his boyish charm with a swift jab to the jaw. STINGY ... Ruth Bivins has been ignor ing her old friends since .she >won that $59 bond at the Legion bingo party Friday night. When I tried to borrow a small suinTlKe acted as if she’d never seen me before. Money certainly goes to some people’s heads fast. ±5 I’M DIFFERENT . . . Thesewomen who begin to get starry-eyed when they hear their husbands are coming home after months over seas I look on with greatest scorn. Having ,a returned husband is nothing' to glow about. What’s a husband anyway? Just somebody you wear yourself down cooking for, cleaning up after and petting like, a baby if he catches cold. Husbands are nothing but a convenience when they have money, nothing but a lia bility when they don’t. As for telling every one on the street the news when they hear their men are returning, women who pull such stunts are a disgrace to their sex. I say ignore all husbands. . . . Oh, excuse me, folks. There goes Mrs. Smith down the street and I must run catch her. It just struck me that she’s the one person I know who hasn’t heard yet. My husband’s ship is pulling in at San Francisco next Thursday. EfAODt SHRDLU GEOGRAPHY ... At Wilson last week I got into the middle of a weighty discus sion by eastern Carolina newspaper folks about where to locate the boundary for the eastern half of North Carolina. Purpose was to fix the geographical limits for member ship to an Eastern Carolina Press Association. As is usually done in such cases, an informal conference and discussion had preceded the organization meeting and. the ramrodders of the organization had the licpit$ well defined and laid down in the tentative draft of con stitution and Ijy-Iaws. Until the boys and girls got to that particular paragraph pre-written articles had goUe through without discussion raphy wasn’t so easily disposed of. POLITICAL GEQPRAPHY ... In the Livestock Slaughter Growing At Piedmont Packing Co. The Piedmont Packing Company, located about five miles north of Hillsboro on highway 86, is one of the most complete and up-to-date meat packing plants in the state. Owned and operated by G. C. ^Kennedy and sons, it is as neat on the outside as it is well equipped within. Daily capacity of the plant is about 30 cattle, 25 calves and 5000, pounds of wieners. Retail markets in Hillsboro, Chapel Hill, Roxboro, Dur-. ham, Mebane and Raleigh are supplied with this fully in spected meat which bears stamp No. 18, sign of govern ment approval. SIX DEPARTMENTS IN MODERN PLANT t Several additions have been made to. the original plant which was built in 193?, bringing cliinen eml the'wfiole pre-arranged city by -city and county.---.by- county boundaries "yielded to politics. Billy Arthur,, who takes his bien nial vacation leave from newspa pering by getting elected to and attending the legislature, didn’t object to the’fixed boundary; in fact, he thought it a great idea to settle the thing for good and all. Politicians of the state had never been able to do it; now, he said, would be the time to do a service for the State. Also, it would be a fine initial accomplishment for the state’s baby newspaper group. * * * THE CASE OF HILLSBORO . . . Then arose the case of Hillsboro, which had been predetermined as belonging to the western half. I was there by invitation of the com mittee that had prepared those ‘tentative’ by-laws and the invite had been sent to the Hillsboro paper. Besides that, didn’t the crowd remember the state primary in which Sandy Graham ran for governor as candidate from east ern Carolina? My offside play— whispered to the accoinmodating Billy Arthur—re-opened the ques tion. Result: the same fluid boun daries exist now that produced an eastern gubernatorial candidate from Hillsboro and a western sen atorial candidate from Roxboro (a town more easterly than Hillsboro by a few degrees). — • * * YOU MAKE THE CHOICE . . . Newspapers in North Carolina, will now choose their own geographical western. The publisher group changed the article to provide for individual determination. In the minds of the behind-door framers Durham was to be the dividing line. WHISKEY AND POKER . . . Once a year or so—maybe oftener. sometimes- less often—I may find enough unoccupied moments to do some self-analysis* I ’get along sat isfactorily until I get around I to my attitudes—if that is what they are—toward the funnies, straight whiskey, and poker playing. What’s the matter with a fellow who doesn’t read the funnies, can’t look sttaight whiskey in the face, and won’t play poker? You answer that one. • « * , TEXAS BAPTISTS’ ANSWER ... The nearest approach to a final determination of the question seen or heard lately was the action of Texas Baptists who have re solved that no Baptist college or university in that state will award honorary degrees to persons who drink and play poker. I had copied the resolution for my annual re flective moments; maybe for fu ture column use. Tom Bost, the Greensboro Daily News column ist, got his poker-whiskey piece written and published first, and I am going to add extra length to this week’s production to pass some of his stuff along to you. BOST QUOTES . ... “Every where one goes these days one finds friends about the bridge table wagering pennies, perhaps nickels on ‘points,’ but if anybody has found in all his artificial interest injected into the game, any large loss of money there has been no report of it. The instinct to gam ble seems universal, else the churches would have fewer raffles and auctions, and even bond sales would be without the lure of nylorts.”. . . % “A President of the United States should not be so un interesting to himself that he ei ther has to drink or throw dice, shoot craps or play poker to get along with himself. But church bodies should war on petty gam bling, not so much because it is wicked as that it is wasteful; not so much because drinking and wagering are tragic as that they are trivial. If Mr. Truman should j>lay mumble-the-peg or spend his days on Look’s puzzle page, he would not be impeccable; neither would he be impolus.” --r~— : " * »-: m-. - STILL UNSETTLED . . . This (idoesHt up-tiie mmssssU me, except that I shan’t go to Texas for my collegiate uplift— which I didn’t intend doing in the first place. sions today up to 100 feet oy m feet. Within these dimensions are housed several well equipped and regulated departments. First, there is the beef slaughter ing department with its modern electric hoists where cattle and calves are slaughtered. Close by is the hog slaughtering depart ment where more electric hoists, the latest dehairing machinery, scalding vats and dressing tables are installed. From these depart ments the dressed animals are moved on overhead trucks to two coolers or refrigerators where they are chilled and made ready for processing. Beeves are quartered in the cool ers and removed to the shipping room where they are wrapped in paper and loaded into insulated trucks, ready for transportation to retail markets. Veals are usually sold whole. They, likewise, are wrapped in paper before being loaded into trucks. Hogs are cut into hame, shoulder, sides, loins, spare ribs, and back bones. Much of the pork is made into sausage and some is used in the manufac ture (2 wieners. - . .Third department , is the sau sage Mtchen, perhaps the larg est, best-lighted and most con veniently arranged of any in the state. This section is 30 by 60 feet. It is equipped with the latest ma chinery for grading, mixing, and stuffing sausage and wieners. A new linking machine was installed only this month by Kennedy for making linked sausage and wie ners. Capacity of the machine is 600 per hour. Some 20 girls are employed in this department. Next department is the smoke house. There rrr three of these houses where sausage and wieners must pass for curing after being cooked. Following through wjth the sau sage and wiener production, a vis itor to the plant would And these tasty meat dishes must be brought back to the sausage kitchen from the smoke houses, washed thor oughly with hot and then cold water before being placed in the refrigerators. After they are chill ed sufficiently, they are taken to the packing room where they are skinned and packed ready for shipment in the insulated trucks Another important department Chapel Hill - It Seems To M is the rendering plant. Here the blood is dried and all the afloel ft cooked and Pressed ^ extract the grease. The dried material at £(E 8r«a*. to as tankage. This is sold to the feed mills and used especially for hog and poultry feed. Last department, and one which must not be overlooked, is the hide cellar. Here hides from cattle and calves are sorted and packed be fore going through a certain cur ing process. This curing is done thoroughly, and hundreds of hides are handled each week. dr. chrism an IS INSPECTOR All animals slaughtered at Pied mont Packing Company are in spected—before, at the time of slaughtering and again before be ing sold. A graduate licensed vet erinarian, approved by the state department of health, the state de partment of agriculture, the Ij. S. government and the county health department, does this inspecting. Dr. W. G. Chrisman has been em ployed by the Orange county com missioners for this job. When he ■places ■ the standard state stamp bearing No. 18 label on the meat or package, goods, he gives the “Go ahead; this is o.k.” sign to all customers. Permit No. 18 was is sued to this packing plant by the state department of agriculture, and meat so stamped can be sold anywhere in the state. OUT BUILDINGS ARE NEAT, UP-TO-DATE For a plant this size, many lots and houses in which to confine the animals are needed. The Piedmont Packing Plant is the proud pos sessor of well-constructed hog houses with concrete floors and running water in every pen. Cat tle pens also have running water so animals can drink at their lei sure. All barns, pig houses, and lot fences are painted. Recently Ken nedy built a board fence for his cattle pasture and painted it white. TWO TRUCKS NEEDED Two Chevrolet trucks, one used for delivery, the other as a cattle truck, have been added to equip ment at the plant. Trucking cat tle from markets in the Blue Ridge (Continued on page 10) By Betty Brunk Strip it clean of its humamJ its men and women, childwT7'’ dogs—and what have you*> n ing, nothing except a mW j buildings, a maze of walks'?^! deserted town. Chapel Hill kv , map, yes, but not by the in^ Granted that people are same the world over, why thJl there not another Chapel Hill i many such places? Because in’ J first analysis, me majority’ of « town’s inhabitants migrated ran er than were bom here tf picked Chapel Hill, rather thJ the other way around. But evJ more important, they picked it 1 a time when they were ripe {J mental development. 1 The people, then, who are thei They constitute a cross-section America, of both today and ye terday, a melting-pot of varioi creeds, nationalities and race They came here by choice. Thi leave by choice, but they retur They talk of Chapel Hill; t'n, preach it. Others come here ] and out they go, keeping the a fresh with new ideas. . Why do they .come here? \Vh is it that tliese people talk ai preach? Is it a gospel? Yes. It the gospel of freedom, freedom < everything that is important speech, religion and everyday ft ing. But, it is a freedom of crea tion. ‘ — Here in the easy climate of Nort Carolina:, seasoned and yom minds work together. Traditio and foresight go hand in han The dusty paths they follow lei to better living in a better worl At night, walking across the un versity campus, it seems as thoug one can feel the pressure thought. Thousands of minds prol ing the known, groping for tl unknown. The lights from clai and dormitory window^ remind 01 of a factory setting, only the lab< here is mental and done with will for living rather than for mei existence. _ The individuals who people th spot work with both a selfish an an unselfish attitude. They con to find happiness, but in their di covery they learn its essence an give as they receive. Such an analysis of the spit of Chapel Hill could go on ii definitely. Perhaps it has all be< said before. Has it? Then forgii me. I’m new here. It's our Privilege to serve You There’s a new day in sight for bus travel. It’s practically here.. . with new buses, new facilities. There’s a new spirit of service, too... and your Carolina Trailways ticket agent is putting it into practice right now. - ; . - \ . . / ; t ... There’ll be new schedules that will save time, be more cor/ venient, make better connections. In other words, the Idnd of better service that all ofm at Carolina Trailways have been waiting and longing to give you. * 54% of North Carolina communities have no . a other means of public transportation but buses. "Serving you is our ’Good-Neighbor’ Policy”' -
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